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[ninjasports]

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12oz Dark Roast Coffee

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It gets better 🥰

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[kisses4lao]

Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Liu Kang showing up to Fem!Readers house exactly how they showed up to Johnny Cages mansion, except they aren't there to recruit her just yet......*Wink wink wink*

Oh my... What to write... What to write...

Tw/cw: AFAB reader, threesome, Mostly just Liu Kang watching as you get your brains fucked out, Liu Kang sort of stalking you but it's okay he's hot, kuai being a good boy, praise, piv, taking it up the ass for the homies, cursing, reader has a brain and doesn't stand for bullshit, ooc Liu Kang it's only for the plot I won't write him like this ever again I swear

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Getting home from a long day of work always ended like this: watching a movie and drinking an entire bottle of rum.

Or at least that's how it should end, but not tonight. As soon as you opened up your new bottle of rumchata, you heard a knock at the door. 11 at night, who the hell is at your door?

You haphazardly discarded your glass on the counter as you walk to the door, only now realizing you'd be opening it in your pajamas. Oh well, that'll be a future problem.

When you do open the door, there stands three men you've never seen before. All three much taller than you, intimidating to say the least.

You must've looked scared with how soft spoken the man in the middle was. "Good evening, (Y/n). I am Liu Kang, protector of earthrealm. May we come in?"

First of all, protector of earthrealm??? Second of all, who??? All these thoughts we're racing in your head, none of them having any clear explanation.

"Uhm,, sure? Do you guys want any rumchata or anything? I have some if you do-"

"That will not be necessary, Miss (Y/n), but thank you for the offer." The dude with the glowing eyes that seemed to be called Liu Kang walked in first, followed by a man dressed in blue, and another dressed in orange. They stood next to each other, Liu Kang being in the middle while the other two were off to either side of him.

"This is Bi Han, he is grandmaster of the Lin Kuei," Liu Kang gestures to his right, pointing to the man in blue. "This, is Kuai Liang, Bi Hans younger brother. They are both highly skilled ninjas, also protectors of earthrealm as well."

"Ok.. may I ask why this is important?" Did this bitch really interrupt your very needed self care to tell you about some ninjas? No respect. You sigh as you take your glass, filling it to the top with rumchata.

"I'd like to recruit you, (Y/n). Although you are not fit to be a warrior, you are more than fit to be a consort."

You spit out your drink. "You came here to ask me to be a wife for these two? Yeah, no. Not gonna happen. I don't even know them."

Liu Kang seems surprised by your answer, so do Kuai Liang and Bi Han. The brothers share glances while they wait for Liu Kang to answer.

"I've been watching you for a while now, (Y/n). I've seen every relationship you've had crumble. I can promise you, my men will treat you better than you can imagine."

"First of all, that's creepy as fuck. You're watching me?? You seriously think that's gonna make me want to get into a relationship you set up? You're out of your mind. Second of all, I'm not looking for relationships right now. No, they aren't working out. So what? Flings are all I need."

You could see the two men get a bit embarrassed over the fact that Liu Kang willingly admitted to stalking you. Bi Han put his head down while Kuai Liang hid his face out of disappointment.

"And yet you're still unsatisfied, romantically and sexually. From my observations, no man you've been with has ever been able to satisfy you, but I've watched you. I know what you like. I'm sure with a few pointers, Bi Han and Kuai Liang can satisfy you like no other man has."

Jaw. Dropped. This bitch did not just call you out like that, nuh uh.

"Oh yeah? Well if you know what I like than why don't you fuck me yourself, you coward." Liu Kang found you incredibly amusing. He thought you were a perfect match for Bi Han and Kuai, which is mainly why he wanted you to be with them so bad.

"As much as I'd love to, you are for them. Bi Han and Kuai work up quite the appetite throughout their work, they need something to distress with. I'm sure you can be a good girl and handle it for them, yes?"

There it was. The only thing that got you weak, and he knew it. Liu Kang smirked as he watched you blush slightly at his praise, trying to hide it from him. He took small steps towards you, taking note that you weren't backing away. Maybe you did want this, you just didn't know it yet. He'll make sure you'll submit by the end of the night.

"Like I said (Y/n), I know what gets you going. I know what you like, and I know every thought going through your head as we speak. I know you want this. Please, let us give it to you. I promise you won't regret it."

You stood still for a minute darting your eyes around the room as you thought. The three men waited patiently for your answer. You looked at Liu Kang, then back to Kuai and Bi Han. They were very attractive men... They probably could satisfy you easily with how well defined they were, could it really hurt if you had just a night with them?

You gave a small nod to Liu Kang and a smile rose on his face. With a snap of his fingers, Kuai grabbed you gently from behind as Bi Han grabbed you from in front of you.

"Be careful now, she's only human. She can only take so much before she can breaks, I'm sure you two can do that on your own time, but for now, focus on her." Liu Kang opted to just watch you instead of joining in, pulling up a chair, he sits down and watches as the scene before him unfolds.

Kuai Liang began to slowly undress you as Bi Han trailed small kisses down your body. Kuai placed your thighs on either side of his, your back pressed to his chest as he spread your thighs for Bi Han.

"Don't be shy Bi Han, I know you want to. She's been such a good girl for us, treat her like one." Liu Kang smiles as Bi Han places his mouth to your clothed pussy, relishing in how wet your panties are. He tears the fabric off of you as he laps at your aching heat.

His tongue was uncoordinated, licking whatever surface it came into contact with. Liu Kang knew this, so he chirped in again. "There's a small part that you need to focus on, it's covered by a hood. Find it. Focus all of your attention on that."

Bi Han felt around with his tongue for a few seconds before hitting a spot that made you scream louder than before. He took Liu Kangs advice and focused every he had on it, sucking and licking your clit like his life depended on it.

"Kuai, she loves being praised. Tell her how good she's doing for us. Let your hands wander too, she can handle it." With that, Kuai began to sing you soft praises as his hands went to squeeze your thighs, waist, and breasts. He found you squirm slightly when his warm hands would play with your breasts, so he started rolling your soft nipples between his fingers, pinching them slightly.

Your back arched as Bi Han focused more, causing his tongue to become colder as he began to plunge it in and out of your sopping whole. Kuai continued his movements as he nipped at your neck. "Too much- it's too much-"

"You're taking us so well, I can't wait to have you begging for more on our cocks. You'll do good for us then too, right? God I don't ever want this to end." Kuai said as he pinched your nipples slightly harder. Your nails dug into his thighs as you practically rode Bi Hans face, coming on his tongue harsher than you ever have.

Your whimpering did nothing to help the two men's raging hard-ons. Kuai Liang couldn't help but slightly moan as you inadvertently grinded on his hard cock, riding out your high as Bi Han licked up every drop of your cum.

His eyes rolled back as he let out a loud groan, about to eat you out for a second time before Liu Kang cleared his throat, catching everyones attention. "You've had enough to eat, Bi Han. It's time you two show her actual pleasure."

Bi Han begrudgingly moves away from your pussy, more than dissatisfied that he can't be more of a munch. Kuai Liang gently placed you on the floor as him and Bi Han undressed themselves. When they did, you were in complete shock as to how big they both were.

Your mind was racing with fear, anxiety, but mostly arousal. "They will fit, (Y/n). I know they're both much bigger than anyone else you've ever been with, just let them do the work, you'll enjoy it."

You looked at Liu Kang, surprised to see him stroking his own cock. Was he.. getting off to this? Was he getting off to you???? How many times has he done this before when he watched you??? All of your thoughts were completely discarded when Kuai Liang left a small nip on your ear before speaking, "this is going to hurt, okay? We'll be slow, but I can't promise you'll be able to walk afterwards."

Both Kuai and Bi Han grabbed your waist, lifting you up with ease as Bi Han aligned his cock with your pussy, Kuai with your ass hole. Kuai was extremely gentle, prepping you slightly before slowly entering.

The three of you let out moans once they were both fully inside you. Kuai and Bi Han placed small kisses across your body as you adjust to their size.

"O-okay.. you can start m-moving.." talking at all was taking more energy than you could produce. Kuai stroked your thighs as Bi Han took your waist. He slowly lifted you up, making you wince as he then put you back down. Both men left out groans you've never heard be produced, ones of full pleasure. Your hands grabbed for anything they could settling just below Bi Hans arms and around his back. He blushed slightly at this, leaning in closer while pushing his cock deeper inside you.

Bi Han continued with his slow pace. He knew you needed more time to adjust, so he was going as slow as possible. Liu Kang on the other hand, didn't like how slow he was going. "Faster. She can take it. Make her scream your names." At this point you were wondering if Liu Kang was doing this just for his own personal pleasure, seeing how out of the corner of your eye, you could see his abdomen painted in his own cum.

Bi Han obliged, leaning into your ear before whispering apologies, preparing you for what's about to come. "Please forgive me, Miss (Y/n). You've been too good to us, I fear. I must apologize for what I am about to do."

With that, Bi Han lifted your waist up till both his and Kuais tips were just inside you, before slamming you down on them. Your head fell back, screaming his name as all you could feel was Bi Hans hands gripping you and both their cocks inside of you.

"Brother- she's going to pass out if you continue-" Kuai tried to reason with his brother, being met with Bi Hans eyes filled with apologies and lust. Truth be told, Bi Han wanted your first time with the both of them filled with love and passion. As much as he wanted to take it slow, he knew how much Liu Kang got off to seeing you like this, and he didn't want him to take you away from him. So he needed to be fast and harsh, he'll make it up to you later, but for now he needs to focus on getting you to cum as quickly as possible.

"Let her pass out, she needs to learn who she belongs to."

"She doesn't belong to us, Lord Liu Kang- she isn't a slave for our pleasure- She's her own person!"

"Brother-" Bi Han looked at Kuai Liang, giving him the, "shut the fuck up or you're going to get us both killed." look. Bi han continued his movements, gritting his teeth as he could feel himself getting close. Kuai attempted to grab onto your hips tighter, hoping it would slow Bi Hans pace, but Liu Kang yelled at him and told Bi Han to go faster.

Bi Han knew it was dangerous for you, your tongue was already lolling out of your mouth as your eyes watered from the pleasure, you could barely make any legible sounds other than moans. Yet, he continued with his harsh pace. Both him and Kuai whinced as they felt your walls flutter around their aching cocks. You soon after let out a loud moan of Bi Hans name before collapsing on the floor.

Kuai gently lifted you off both of their cocks, seeing your aching pussy clenching around nothing made Bi Han cum on the spot. Kuai gave a few strokes of his own cock before cumming in his hand. They both look at your now asleep figure, how it was sprawled out from exhaustion.

Liu Kang sat up front his chair, clapping slowly as he looked at both of the men. "You did good, very good. She enjoyed it a lot. I suggest one of you cleans her while the other gets a change of clothes for her."

Bi Han and Kuai were quick to oblige, standing up and putting their pants back on before getting to work. Kuai Liang grabbed a small wash cloth from your bathroom, dampening it with warm water before coming back out to your sleeping form and gently wiping you down.

He dabbed at your inner thighs and around your cunt, being careful as to not disturb you. He watched as you whinced at the cloth touching your aching hole, smiling slightly at the sight. Bi Han came back with a pair of long sleeve pajamas and soft panties. Both men worked on dressing you, paying no mind to the fact that you were naked and instead focusing on getting you warm.

"Poor doll must be shivering.. Kuai, make sure she's warm enough." Bi Han said softly as he finished buttoning your top. Kuai nodded in response, taking you in his arms before focusing on channeling his energy to you. You warmed up instantly, instinctively cuddling into Kuais chest for more warmth. All the three men smile at your sleeping figure, relishing in how peaceful you look.

Kuai took you to your room, tucking you in as he warmed up the room the best he could. Liu Kang was standing in the doorway as Bi Han was standing inside the room, watching as Kuai made it as comfortable as possible for you.

"She's a good woman. A perfect fit for both of you. She enjoyed tonight, may many more nights like this come for you three." Liu Kang smiled.

"Is she ours officially now?" Bi Han asked in anticipation, looking at Liu Kang with wide eyes.

"Not yet, Bi Han. She must make that decision for herself, yet I highly doubt she'd deny it."

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A/n: life's been getting so hard guys I'm trying to stanky leg through it but my legs are cramping and I shower too often to stank </3

@tipreace124

I promised I'd tag them when this fic came out

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[verysium]

blue lock boys as assassins (au i guess?), i hope you could include Oli, Yuki and Barou!

anon you have me at crossroads because the very idea of an assassin AU spawns an infinite glitch of possibilities....🤔 like mafia underground syndicate assassin? or like solitary mysterious hitman type of assassin? or even better could this be ninja/shinobi stealth warrior assassin? i'm going give a general description though:

oliver is the laid-back good guy. escorts you to the bar, drinks on him. claps every passerby on the back as if he personally knows them. you think he's alright. not too handsome and just the right amount of ruggedness. he offers you a good time, so you two hit off for the night. and that's where everything starts to go downhill. one shoot-out, intense knife fight, and grueling police chase later, you pant for dear life against the side of a brick wall in some torn up alley because it turns out your one-night stand was actually an assassin for japan's largest underground syndicate.

you grip your broken heel tightly in one hand, body collapsed against the brick cornerstone as you seethe, the condensation of your gasping breath forming tendrils in the cold night. you reach up a hand to wipe the sweat off your face. it comes back red, the meticulous hours of applying your makeup wasted when you see the damning smears of lipstick. this was not the type of fun you signed up for on a friday night.

"oliver, what the fuck was that?"

he laughs sheepishly, cocking his gun back with ease before he lights up a cigarette, palm cupping the flame. he turns, then walks over two bodies without blinking, suede shoes clicking against the cobblestone. you're angry at him, but he doesn't care, wrapping an arm around your waist, nose buried in your hair.

"just a side hustle, sweetheart. come on, let's get you home."

yukimiya is the sweet, unassuming literature student. he came home from university to help his grandmother out over the summer, manning the front counter of her antique oddities shop. you like him. he's awkwardly charming, a little too zealous for the job, but still endearingly kooky. you have him pinned down as the sad poet type. the kind of person who wears the same knitted cardigan every day, complete with horn-rimmed glasses and 1940's gingham elbow patches. he can handwrite a sonnet in less than a minute, gift-wrap your purchases in record time. you let him buzz around you while you make your daily visit to his shop, listening to him talk about the collections of radioactive glassware, the vintage phonograph in the corner, and the rare edition of Gutenberg bibles sitting silently in the old book section.

"you know, you really don't have to do that."

he peers up at you owlishly, dark brow furrowed before you point out the spool of twine in his hand, the way he's carefully folding the newspaper around the edges of the new vase you purchased. he laughs, shrugging off your concerns with a wave. you catch a brief whiff of his cologne, the subtle scent of mint and toluene. maybe a hint of vanillin too.

"don't worry about it miss! gift-wrapping is a free service. i'll even add two complimentary trinkets if you'd like. we have a clearance section that's been slow to sell. you could even take a few for free."

"i'm alright. thanks for the offer though." he nods, fingers delicately tying a bow before he places your vase in a bag, fluffing up the tissue paper on top. you smile to yourself when you see the intricate lettering of the card he snuck in. must've been another one of the love poems he wrote. you know how the saying goes.

roses are red. violets are blue.

by the time you step out the shop, the door chime twinkles in the distance, a peal of bells to signal your departure. from behind the windows and glass paneling, he watches your figure trail down the sidewalk, winter coat fluttering in the wind. his eyes darken beneath the tortoiseshell frame, finger moving down the yellowed pages of his accounting book before crossing off another name. he doesn't even look up when he hears the loud honking and screams, the sound of a body hitting the pavement.

one is dead, and so are you.

barou is probably the most obvious one. very upfront about the work he does. the only caveat is that you can never trace his work back to him. he cleans up way too well. always shoots his targets through the eye because it's less of a mess that way. leaves absolutely no evidence at the murder scene. i picture you as one of the unfortunate victims caught up in the fray. collateral damage, as he likes to call it.

"you know, i've never met someone so equally stubborn and stupid."

you glare at him, throat sore and aching as you scream through your gag, cursing him out in every language in existence. he merely stares down at you, arms crossed and eyebrow arched in amusement. you struggle for a good minute, flopping around like a fish as you try to free yourself from your bonds. how the hell do you go from taking an errand trip to the grocery store to getting kidnapped and tied up in a man's trunk?

"what's that? couldn't hear you from all the noise."

god, you want to strangle him. you heave a breath, swallowing the bitter taste of your own spit when he finally unties the gag, your lungs gasping for air.

"i said...you think i'm the stupid one? you're the one who tied me up!"

"because you wouldn't stop squealing like a pig."

"you were trying to kill me!" he snorts derisively at your comment, his red eyes piercing and haughty. the loud thump of the trunk door closing reverberates throughout the parking garage before you find yourself face first on the pavement, body dumped unceremoniously on the ground. he looks down at you dismissively, wiping the dust off his hands.

"nah, i'd save myself the hassle."

your eyebrow twitches in irritation, jaw dropping at that violation. oh, it was personal now. he deserved capital punishment. strangling would be too merciful. you try to get back on your feet, a task that proves all the more difficult with your legs bound and arms twisted behind your back. he merely waits, as if knowing when you'd finally give up, sinking at his feet in defeat.

"you done?" you nod your head, slumping down into the concrete. your voice becomes small and sheepish by the time you raise your face to look at him.

"can't you just...let me go? i promise i won't say anything." he rolls his eyes, swinging you over his shoulder in one fell swoop, locking the car with a resounding beep. you start to panic when you feel him carrying you to the garage exit, vision swirling with nothing but concrete and the solid sound of his combat boots.

"wait....wait! i swear to god! please just let me go. i won't tell a soul."

"nope. can't have any witnesses." you feel a handkerchief come up at engulf your nose and mouth, the sweet smell cloying and sharp. you start to squirm in his arms.

"wait! no...please! if you touch me again, i'll scream." his grin is the last thing you see in the darkness, sharp canines brushing against the shell of your ear.

"oh, you'll do so much more than scream, darling."

#asks #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #bllk #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader #oliver aiku x you #aiku x reader #yukimiya kenyu #yukimiya x reader #bllk yukimiya #barou shouei #barou x reader #bllk barou #barou shoei x reader

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [Choi San] - Masterlist

By: noonaishere (main blog: symphonyofmars)

Fic type: social media au / traditional

Pairing: San x fem!reader

Genre: cafe setting, streamer, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, male lead secrets

Warnings: stalking, verbal abuse, online harassment, attempted kidnapping, “honey trap”, drinking

Status: Currently updating

Updates: Mondays and Tuesdays at 12pm EST

Synchronously posted with Music of the Heart (any asterisked (*) chapters means they’re shared between both fics)

[intro post explaining y/n and t/n]

SYNOPSIS:

Y/n has been a faceless streamer since she was 17 or 18 and - even though she’s friends with an idol from a popular group - no one knows who she is. Things start to go wrong when someone posts a picture in front of her old job and she makes the move from her hometown to Seoul. What will happen when she makes a whole bunch of new friends at the nearby cafe?

Also, how does y/n’s existence connect to t/n, someone she’s never met?

🧋 main cast

Chapters:

🧋 Prologue | the inciting incident

🧋 one | The Unofficial JGG Steam Rundown

🧋 two | fried chicken and baby pictures

🧋 three | one week later

🧋 four | what’s the wifi?

🧋 five | a job would be nice

🧋 six | students, please pay attention in class

🧋 seven | above minimum wage. like, *way* above

🧋 eight | trimming the fat

🧋 nine | screep screep goddamn!

🧋 ten | F, senpai

🧋 eleven | QUITE the face journey

🧋 twelve | welcome to AtoZ café

🧋 thirteen | she definitely used to be a barista

🧋 fourteen | commit to the bit

🧋 fifteen | *heartlessly*

🧋 sixteen | our beautiful boy

🧋 seventeen | bean boyz / shadow beanz

🧋 eighteen | were they in a drama or something?

🧋 nineteen | how are the fields this year?

🧋 twenty | the devil was an angel too, before he fell

🧋 twenty-one | busy bees send emails

🧋 twenty-two | leroyyyyy jenkins!

🧋 twenty-three | bean babez

🧋 twenty-four | a car? in this economy?

🧋 twenty-five | can I pick her up? can I tell her I love her? will she get mad?

🧋 twenty-six | get thee to a nunnery, wench

🧋 twenty-seven | like a dumbass

🧋 twenty-eight | double high five

🧋 twenty-nine | “just mix them up”

🧋 thirty | a loudmouth with no sense of self preservation

🧋 thirty-one | stephen from canada

🧋 thirty-two | because…

🧋 thirty-three | i think he’s just nice, that’s all

🧋 thirty-four | you’re both Too Nice

🧋 thirty-five | you really do need a vacation

🧋 thirty-six | petition to have cat kicked from the discord

🧋 thirty-seven | stream CALLiSTO everyone

🧋 thirty-eight | what’s your channel name?

🧋 thirty-nine | she’s the streamer

🧋 forty | we can’t keep meeting like this

🧋 forty-one | “family drama”

🧋 forty-two | meet the morn

🧋 forty-three | feline photoshoot

🧋 forty-four | caturday

🧋 forty-five | 1-800-CALL-A-BITCH

🧋 forty-six | intelligent pants

🧋 forty-seven | one cheeks, two cheeks…

🧋 forty-eight | today’s prize is: Cash!

🧋 forty-nine | can someone please come to the counter?

🧋 fifty | matching socks

🧋 fifty-one | the byeol of ones and zeros

🧋 fifty-two | explaining ninja warrior

🧋 fifty-three | halfway there

🧋 fifty-four | stalkerly actions

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Epilogue 1

Epilogue 2

Epilogue 3

Epilogue 4

Epilogue 5

Send an ask or leave a comment if you want to be added to the tag list! 🧋

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[distressed-devilsitter]

Visiting the Human World

I can't get past NB! Lesson 33, so I wrote these short blurbs instead. Enjoy!

Warnings: Lucifer is a wine snob. Also, Sephora.

Lucifer visits an insane amount of wineries. You then discover that the avatar of pride is a certified wine snob. He questions the sommelier's pairings. He sniffs the cork (discreetly). At least he can and will drink the employees under the table.

Mammon spends a lot of time in museums. It concerns everyone. Turns out, he was planning to steal one of the most famous pieces from the local gallery and sell it for cash - go big or go home, right? He successfully pulls off the heist, but Lucifer makes him return it the next day.

Levi spends a lot of time becoming familiar with human fandoms. He loves The Hunger Games and is 100% convinced that George R.R. Martin plagiarized TTSL to write GoT. He also becomes very fond of Gamestop.

Asmo is appalled by all the 10-year-olds in Sephora. He spends a lot of time trying to teach these kids that they shouldn't be applying Drunk Elephant to their face (they don't need the chemicals!!!). He's so knowledgable about the products that the staff is convinced he works there. He trades juicy stories with them in the break room. 100% knows all the tea, despite the fact that he doesn't actually work there.

Satan leans into his domestic side. He loves grocery shopping with you and trying new recipes. He visit every new gallery in town and drags you to see the latest films. Then, he takes you out for coffee to analyze the major themes and symbolism in each movie.

Beel goes to every human world buffet in your town (which is cannon). He also spends a lot of time at the gym, trying out the most extreme excersize routines this world has to offer. This, somehow, leads to him starring on several reality TV shows (much to Lucifer's dismay.) American Ninja Warrior. Wipeout. Spartan. No matter what show he's on, he quickly becomes an audience favorite.

Belphie...spends a lot of time sleeping. He's the avatar of sloth - what else did you expect? Still, he does occasionally drag himself out of the house to accompany his twin to the buffet. If there's a meteor shower or other astrological event, he'll set up a little picnic for the both of you. (Belphie also asks if he can put his head on your lap - you happily accept.) He stays awake through the entire thing, surprisingly.

#Beel would conquer the big balls send tweet #and Asmo would fist fight a ten year old for a pink stanley cup #no one take these seriously they're just for fun #obey me #obey me! #obey me! nightbringer #obey me! lucifer #obey me lucifer #lucifer #mammon x mc #mammon obey me #obey me mammon #obey me! leviathan #om! leviathan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus #satan obey me #obey me! satan #swd beelzebub #obey me! beelzebub #om! belphie #swd belphegor #belphegor #obey me belphegor

[ofdarklands]

decided to get One More Class on mitr'a before dawntrail:

no reaper because he'd probably die of liver failure before stuffing a voidsent into his soul; place is full no vacancies

also would generally prefer not to flex on thancred so i am... disinclined towards gunbreaker. guy already has enough troubles to add a copycat wol to it. but it's there

#mitr'a #decide my minions #for transparency i'm taking 2 weeks break from the game #but i'll be thinking about it #and get to it when i return

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello again author would it be ok if i request another scenario?

The freader is a mysterious warrior that can rival a god although most of the story they thought that she was a male and no one knows her appearance because she is always wearing a blindfold or a mask.

In this scene Brunhilde decided to choose her as a fighter in Ragnarok and her opponent is the Goddess of Chaos and destruction. The fight was very intense but of course the reader win in the end. When the Goddess of Chaos and Destruction was about to die the reader suddenly went towards her and kneel in front of the goddess. At first the goddess felt that she was insulting her, her last straw when the reader half carry her and then the Goddess decided to attack her which the reader received a scratch and made her cloth that covered in her face was torn. Suddenly the Goddess went shock especially after she saw the reader eyes they are like a night sky that has a light of stars and almost seems like a jewel. For some reason it gives the Goddess a comfort because all through her life the night is her only comfort. She smiled sincerely shocking all of the gods and goddesses because the only time that the Goddess smiles is when she us feeling a bloodlust. The reader look at her in the eyes as if telling her that she won't die alone. The reader hold her until her last breath and disappears. A moment of silence until the reader heard someone insult the goddess and with no hesitation she stab the god in his mouth with a terrifying glare.

Now I would like to know the reactions of the gods and human fighters.

-The night sky was always so beautiful for you, sparkling but also full of mystery, it comforted you and could never bore you, you could spend hours looking at the night sky.

-Even in Valhalla, where you are closer to the stars, they never bored you.

-You were a fearsome but quiet warrior, preferring to be by yourself for the most part, but there were a few you got along with, Kojiro and Raiden were the first friends you had made, thinking you were a ninja, as your whole head and face was covered by a dark raven shaped mask and invited you out to drink.

-You regretted that decision the following morning when you were so hungover you couldn’t even sit up.

-When training you could get requests from both humans and gods, as they could all see your strength, and the gods who were willing to spar did admit openly that you were strong, giving them a challenge.

-When Brunnhilde approached you to fight for humanity, you agreed almost instantly, hoping for a real challenge this time, feeling almost giddy with excitement!

-Your opponent was a fearsome goddess, one of chaos and destruction, powerful but heavily disliked all around, mainly because she always liked to cause problems with others, resulting in wars, mass genocides, and more.

-Blows were traded and you got what you wished for, with a stronger fight, but you couldn’t help but smile, even if you weren’t walking out of here unscathed.

-You leapt up, the sun at your back, blinding your opponent and you were quick to slash her in an ‘X’ shape across her chest, winning.

-You turned to her as she glared at you and you bowed your head in respect to her, thanking her for the fight.

-Seeing his as disrespect she charged at you with a scream on her lips and she stunned all by catching your mask, tearing your mask from your face and your long hair tumbled out, revealing to all that you had been a woman all this time.

-She was stunned, gawking at you before she froze, meeting your eyes, they were dark, but also so full of life, almost like they were full of stars. It was like looking at the night sky.

-She relaxed as she started to fade away, a soft, genuine smile appearing on her lips which stunned everyone in attendance, it moved many to tears, seeing her look so innocent, so happy.

-Your eyes met her own as she approached, more of her body chipping away, piece by piece before she made it to you, lifting a hand to cup your cheek, the only soft thing she’s every done for anyone while your starry eyes look into her own, comforting her that she’s not alone.

-As she vanished and you were announced the winner you sighed, almost sadly, sad to lose an opponent like that.

-A voice then shouted out, “Good riddance!!” you turned, your eyes instantly narrowing, seeing a god laughing loudly while others around him looked angry, yelling at him.

-He opened his eyes as they had been closed and instantly he leapt back in fear, seeing you suddenly there before you bent over and grabbed your sandal off your foot and began to beat him senseless, “She fought for you- you bastard! I don’t see your ass out there fighting! What’s the matter, can’t handle a shoe?! Hey- let me go!!”

-Raiden and Kojiro had quickly comer over, Kojiro throwing you over his shoulder to get you away from the now bruised god who then called you a bitch.

-You threw your shoe with accurate precision, nailing him in the face, knocking him out instantly and Raiden was quick to fetch it for you.

-You pouted in the infirmary, sitting with Jack and Hercules, who had fought to a draw, leaving no winner, which is why you had to fight. Raiden was poking your cheek, “You were a woman all this time? Why didn’t you tell us?”

-You weren’t bothered, giving a small shrug, “You didn’t ask.” He pouted, glaring lightly down at you as Kojiro tied the last of your bandages up with a little bow, something you couldn’t help but grin at.

-Hercules grinned as he was sitting across from you, “Your fight was amazing! Once we’re better can I ask for a match?” you thanked Jack for the tea, agreeing before Raiden and Kojiro were quick to ask the same thing.

-Raiden then beamed down at you, “Wanna come drinking with us to celebrate afterwards?” you dry heaved, shocking them all as you glared, “I’m never drinking with you again.” The infirmary was quickly taken over by laughter while you were pouting lightly.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror heracles #ror jack the ripper #ror kojiro sasaki #ror raiden

[oksurethisismyname]

What reality television are the strawhats watching?

Luffy: he doesn’t have a huge attention span for much that isn’t related to his dreams or food. That being said, he’ll let Family Feud run in the background while he’s doing something else and randomly say the #1 answer anytime he pays attention. It’s kind of freaky how he does that

Zoro: normally not one for reality TV, get Zoro a few drinks in and he’ll watch American Ninja Warrior. He laughs when people fall and critiques their form

Nami: she actually went on Price is Right and won! They did, however, “slum dog millionaire” question her about whether or not she was cheating somehow

Sanji: you’d think he’d watch the bachelor and fantasize about it being him, but NOPE. Dating shows make him sad because how could anyone send home such a lovely lady!!! He’ll watch the bachelorette, though, and if you listen to his commentary you might hear him talking about which man he would choose

Ussop: bless his heart, most reality tv shows give him anxiety. Competition??? By choice???? Ummmmm no thanks. Until he sees Lego Masters, which is now his favorite show because it’s fun and the engineering feats he is realizing can be done with legos are incredible

Robin: surprise surprise, she loves Jeopardy. She tried getting on Jeopardy but something about her calm demeanor and unblinking eyes didn’t screen test well…

Chopper: Chopper loves watching the kids baking challenge. Sweets? Yes please. Kind adults? Yes! Adorable kids? Win win win!

Franky: Franky likes watching the Great British Bake Off and he cries when the old people get sent home

Brook: he’s watching American Idol, the Masked Singer, and the bachelor (he does not have the same hang ups as Sanji). He likes having the TV on when he’s home alone so it’s easy to watch and keep up with multiple shows.

Together: when they all get together, there are two shows they’ll watch. It’s either Survivor, which everyone thinks they’d be winning, or Say Yes to the Dress. Say Yes to the Dress gets ROWDY. Luffy and Zoro are talking about how garbage the mother in law is , Ussop, Sanji and Nami are talking about if the dress is reaaaaally worth 10k, Robin is psycho analyzing everyone, Chopper is crying because one of the brides is a cancer survivor, Franky is crying because love is so special, and Brook is watching all his friends just happy to be there.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #nico robin #one piece franky #tony tony chopper #one piece brook #monkey d. luffy #reality television #ussop #you cannot tell me sanji Nami and Ussop aren’t sassy little demons when watching say yes to the dress

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

violently smashing my two major fandoms with an F together as a form of procrastination

A question for the ages: WHICH Avatar character matches up with WHICH Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle one and WHY the fuck should anyone (besides me) care? We'll answer at least one of those questions for you tonight, dear viewers!!!!

First up

Neteyam - Leo

Eldest son, blue theme (like I could say this for all the Sullys, but shush), can do no wrong except when one of the siblings stubs a toe and then the Guilt, daddy's favorite solider who's also a huge dork (like we don't see a lot of evidence of this in canon for Neteyam but let me have this), Neteyam's Untimely End vs Leo getting treated as such a punching bag by each TMNT iteration that throwing him through a goddamn window is an established franchise staple by now.

Kiri - Donnie

A case can be made for April-Kiri parallels (particularly for psychic powers re 2012 April, my beloved, and dead mom syndrome) and also Karai-Kiri (for dead mom syndrome, how often I've mixed up their fucking names while writing), but Kiri-Donnie fits the siblings theme, so there. They're tech nerd-nature nerd solidarity, autistic Entities of unparalleled death and destruction, happy to destroy government property, younger siblings pretending to be above the Chaos while very much not, and in desperate need of a nap and a stiff drink.

Lo'ak - Raph

Rage issues. Daddy issues. Big brother issues. Relatively smol and Keenly aware of that fact. Adored by the (smart) fans, cursed by Eywa/God. Makes strong bonds with animal fwends and also collects traumatic experiences like magnets collect nails. 100% either in a fistfight or sobbing into his pillow rn. In a family living at the bottom of a fucking sewer and/or on the run from the government, still manages to feel like an odd one out. Someone needs to introduce Lo'ak to emo music, it would fuck him up so much /pos.

Tuk - Mikey

Youngest and most excitable sibling, heart of gold and jaws of steel. Optimism that remains in the face of innocence slowly being shaved away by Events. Hates being left out or left behind, committed to various Schemes and Plans with historically mixed outcomes. Has definitely either killed a man or will do so as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

Spider - Karai and April

Spider's kind of an unholy amalgamation of April's Token Human We've Shared Traumatic Experiences With journey and Karai's At Odds With Creepy Undead Father Figure And Complex Relationship With Less Creepy Father Figure (see below) arcs. Basically part of my ongoing psyops plans to Feminize That Boy (don't worry Karai-Kiri and April-Kiri parallels, I still love you). Also, Leorai/Apritello and Speteyam/Spiri (mix and match at will) have exciting interspecies and/or vaguely incestous vibes we should all strive for in our weird fanfics.

Jake - Splinter/Hamato Yoshi

Tired dads trying their best and just so happening to raise The Kids as soldiers-warriors along the way. Exciting and confusing relationships with the concept of this thing you call "death." Shameless species hoppers, even though Jake did it on purpose while TMNT writers in various iterations have to come up with increasingly more convoluted ways for it to happen to Yoshi against his will. Is not afraid of violence, especially when it comes to their homoerotically homicidal relationship with

Quaritch - Shredder

Big Bad of the story, or at least the one everybody pays attention to. The Bitch Who Refuses To Die. Unhealthy, possessive, genuinely quite creepy (/pos) obsession with sort-of-kid who ended up in his care through Unfortunate Means. Will destroy everything he remotely cares about and sit in the ashes with surprised Pichaku face before finding someone to blame. Refuses to let go of a fucking grudge, be it with aforementioned homoerotic-homicide buddy or various children.

Neytiri

Technically the best Neytiri parallel in terms of family relationships would be Tang Shen, Splinter's wife and the pseudo/actual (depending on the iteration) mother of his children. However, Tang Shen has an unfortunate history of being Dead Girled and Ghost-Momed in a way that puts her more in common with Grace or Tom Sully (rip). Still, Neytiri has a lot in common with the vengeful demon ghost version of Tang Shen that exists primarily in my head.

BONUS

Payakan - Casey Jones

Outcast from society, defender of the weak, wanted by the authorities. Combines genuinely passionate belief in justice/revenge with an equally genuine talent for wanton violence and destruction. Has an interspecies bromance with Lo'ak/Raph that puts Achilles and Patrocles to shame. Someone definitely needs to introduce Payakan to emo music, too, not to mention death metal--he'd start a band to put those Little Mermaid fuckers to shame.

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Arguments? (you're all wrong btw) Only know me from one of these fandoms and have no idea what the hell I'm taking about? Hit me up in the reblogs!

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[rpking99]

RPG Games

NiER

Kaine

Because of the actual story/plot of the game, Kaine is intersex and has both sexual organs. It is genuinly important to her character and arc, as well as the fact she is... rather large.

NiER Automatica

Commander White

The Commander of YoRHA. The woman in chagre, hiding the dark secret of their mission as they fight against the machines

YoRHA Unit 2B

A Type 2 Model B, a Battler Model with the Type 2 personality and apperance. A skilled warrior with blades and guns, very serious and by the mission

YorHA Unit 2P

A Paladin Model. Skilled in defence and mele weapons, 2P is a counterpart to 2B. More of a tank than the jack of all trades that 2B is. Like her inverted colour scheme, 2P is also an inversed personality. Happy, excitable, joyful and teasing.

YoRHA Unit A2

A2 is a much older Unit than 2B is. While they share the same apperance and starting personality, A2 is a bit more cynical and has little skill with a gun as an Attacker Type her full capabilities lies with Mele weapons

YoRHA Unit 9S

9S is a super curious and excitable femboy. Super submissive and curious to learn anything about humanity, also deeply loyal to 2B.

YoRHA Operative 6O

A gentle, free spirited soul. 6O is the operative charged with helping 2B. Acting like a little sister, but also potentially being in love with the warrior, she is vastly curious and excitable about Earth.

YoRHA Operative 21O

21O is the Operative in charge of 9S. Acting as a big sister/mother figure she tries to stop him from getting too caught up in his curiosity.

Mass Effect

Commander Jane 'FemShep' Sheppard

Jane Shepard is a no-nonsense military woman. Captain of the Normandy, she is a Spectre. Above the law, dealing with the galaxy's deadliest threats. A mix of paragon and renegade, she will kick your ass if you are racist to one of her crew but also be more than happy to joke over some drinks at an Asari stirp club

Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy

Tali is a Quarian. A race of Space nomads forced from their home from the AI known as the Geth, and intergalactic law screwing them over. She is so sweet and kind, a brilliant engineer and more than deadly with a shotgun

Miranda Laweson

Miranda Lawson, made/cloned to be genetically perfect by her father. She escaped his clutches to try and live her own life. Confident in her sex appeal, she is a powerful biotic (basically space wizard/psychic) and takes no one's shit

Kasumi Goto

Kasumi is the galaxy's greatest thief. With tech to make her almost completely invisible to sight, sound and any type of vision imaginable. She is basically a space ninja. She is a fun playful tease who does what she wants as she pleases, because why not?

EDI

Samara

Aria

Final Fantasy

Cloud (Genderbent)

Tifa

Aerith

Yuffie

Kingdom Hearts

Kairi

Namine

Xion

Aqua/Anti-Aqua

Larxene

.Hack//GU

Alkaid

Atoli

Undertale

Toriel

Total Muses: 27

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[ninjasports]

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[spinchip]

I'm Alive in New Light

A Ninjago Fanfic for @thebearmage, featuring Bears OC Hesperia (Otherwise known as Cas!)

Available on Ao3

Wordcount: 7k

Ship: Zane/Hesperia (OC)

Summary:

Cas's bar is a place where anyone in Ninjago can come get a drink and relax to live music, play a few rounds of cards, or watch a round of fisticuffs in the fight ring. Emphasis on ANYONE- from Ninjagos most wanted to the resident elemental heroes. When it comes to clientele, however, Cas has never seen a member of the Ninja team spend a night out here. Not until Zane shows up one day, and just... keeps coming back.

The bar is tucked away behind a Chen's noodle shop and a mattress store, the type of place where you have to walk a poorly lit back alley and down a set of old brick stairs to get to- a stone warrior in a hoodie and sunglasses hung out outside the entrance as a bouncer of sorts, though he never really stopped anyone from going inside. Just kept an eye out for police, mostly, or other types of troublemakers. The place was a hot spot for villains completely by happenstance, since this bar was the only place that didn’t kick out Ninjagos most wanted after one glance. Everyone was welcome here from the darkest of hearts to the purest, even if these old walls didn’t see heroes too often.

It’s the very definition of hole-in-the-wall, a place that you hear of by word of mouth instead of ads or billboards or ninjagos favored flashing neon signs. It’s decently sized in the main downstairs area- there’s booths and tables, a few stools at the bar and leather couches along the walls centered around a raised portion of floor surrounded by a low concrete half wall. The brawling ring or live music stage, depending on the night. In the upstairs loft, pool tables and a handful of arcade games are tucked into one corner along with several larger tables for poker and other card games, there’s a few more spots for seating around the railing above the squared circle. There’s bedrooms and more up on the third level, places where too-drunk villains tended to sleep off their hangovers after a particularly fun night.

It’s Cas’ pride and joy.

When he’d first started up the bar- a handful of months after the death of the Overlord- he’d been lost and alone, looking for direction. This place had become his home. Literally when she’d made one of the empty upstairs apartments his own, and figuratively once they’d set down their roots and opened the bar fully. They had found a purpose that grounded them and set the world right again. As the remains of her Fathers army tracked her down in wake of her inheriting his powers, she’d formed herself a little family too. Many of the Stone Warriors and Nindroids had left when she gave them permission to, but a handful stayed by his side. They knew this place like the back of his hand, and once the bar had really gotten into full swing she knew exactly who would come through that door and when. Her regulars were predictable.

Which is why the cold chill that races up her spine is a surprise- not the shiver of winter wind, but something deeper. A pull in his chest that alerted him to a surprising, but not unwelcome, new visitor. He looks up from where he’s wiping a glass clean and zeroes in on him immediately, standing cool and calm by the front door.

He’s not dressed in his ninja suit, opting for dark jeans and a matching turtleneck under a black jacket. Dressed too smart and sharp for this place’s atmosphere. This isn’t the first time Cas has felt that familiar chill- light and dark are connected and intertwined in deepset, ancient ways. Cas has spent years honing his skill of avoiding the ninja. Not out of malicious intent, just that, well, it’s a bit awkward isn’t it? To run into the overlords spawn- your greatest arch nemesis- in the produce section of a walmart?

The point being that Cas has seen him several times in passing around ninjago, but now it’s… different somehow. The cold that runs along his skin is sharper, prickling goosebumps along the back of his neck. Zane’s powers had always felt mild and gentle, the chill of the first snowfall of winter, not… like this. Humming with a deep and contained turmoil. A blizzard.

Zane doesn’t come into the bar any deeper, walking  only two short dashes from the door in case he needs to make a quick getaway and settling onto a leather couch, hidden half behind the railing over the boxing ring, and he’s hyper alert and unsure. The ring has been converted into a stage for the night, an up and coming jazz band playing a set that Zane-even as tense as he is- nods his head to.

Cryptor- who’s sitting in a bar stool behind the bar not helping at all- notices Zane right away, “What,” He snarls, rocketing out of his stool to glare at him over the bar, “Is he doing here!?”

“Relax, Cry. He has got a right to be here just as much as the Mechanic or Killow does.” Cas places a calming hand on Cryptors arm, “This is a place for everyone.” He reminds him.

Cryptor is still bristling, “Whatever.” He says, but doesn’t sit back down.

“Is it possible he has come here to destroy us?” Kozu asks, fingers brushing his sword like he’s itching to pull it.

Cas glances at Zane, who is quietly keeping to himself, “I think… he has come alone.” He frowns, “Either way, I do not wish to antagonize him- or any of his friends, if they join him- unless they cause problems first. Understood?”

At the begrudging confirmation, Cas flags down a nindroid to the bar. She’s gotten herself several modifications and upgrades so she doesn’t resemble a typical overlord nindroid at all, which Cas thinks will be best for this interaction. “Do you feel comfortable going and welcoming our newest guest? And seeing if he wants a drink?”

The bot heads over to him without issue, and even though Zane is tense and watchful as she approaches, he doesn’t lash out.

“Just water.” The girl reports back, and when Zane receives his sealed bottle he doesn’t ask for anything else the rest of the night.

After three hours of sitting tucked away on that couch, he stands up and walks out the door, leaving behind a generous tip on the little side table.

This happens four nights in a row before Cas gets tired of it.

“He is not comfortable here.” Cas sighs, irritated by how that gets under their skin, “If we were going to attack him, we would have long ago.”

“I could attack him now, if you want.” Cryptor supplies unhelpfully.

Cas pins him with a look that makes him sigh and sink back into his chair, put out. Cas beckons over that same waitress that’s been serving Zane his water since day one and pours a drink as she comes over, “Here.” They say, finishing off the fancy looking cocktail with a flourish, “This is for Zane, on the house. As a thank you for visiting my establishment.”

She takes it, shooting a questioning look at Cryptor who shrugs in response. She expertly swerves out of the way of a few drunk men and delivers the drink safely. Cas can see her mouth moving before she turns and points directly at Cas at the bar. Zanes brilliant blue eyes cut straight through the dim lights and cigarette smoke, squinting in confusion. Cas offers a smile and lifts her own glass in a toast, his gaze feeling electric on her skin. Zane nods and takes the drink, setting it aside.

Twenty minutes pass.

“He has not even taken one sip.”

Cryptor groans but it’s Kozu who speaks up this time, “Why are you so fixated on the enemy? He is the man who ended your fathers life.”

“What happened to my father is his own fault. Zane did what had to be done.” Cas countered immediately before continuing, “I made this place to be a spot where both sides of this fight could relax. It is an issue if anyone feels unwelcome.”

More time passes. Zane doesn't touch his drink.

Cas is out behind the bar and heading towards him before she can think. His determined march turns more casual as she heads over, and Zane's eyes are on him before he gets within twenty feet, watching him with hawk-like precision. They stop and lean back against the railing right in front of Zane, arching a brow.

“The drink is just called Dark Matter. There isn’t any actual dark matter in it.” Cas starts.

Zane is leaned back and calm, the perfect picture of poised and relaxed. Cas has no doubt in their mind that he’s ready to strike at the first indication of trouble.

“I am a nindroid,” Zane reminds her, “Alcohol does not affect me.” His voice is lower than the last time they heard it, and strangely hoarse, as if his programming couldn’t remember how he’s supposed to sound.

“I know, but it tastes good.” At Zane's unimpressed look, Cas steps forward and takes the drink. Every plate in Zane's body locked and he’s looking at Cas with dangerous eyes, a rattlesnake poised to bite, but Cas doesn’t flinch. He just tosses back half the drink with one gulp- it’s the bar's signature drink because it’s her favorite. “I hope you’ll try it next time. It really is good.”

“Maybe.” Zane says, relaxing ever so slightly.

Cas finishes the drink in silence before heading back to the bar. When they turn around, Zane is gone.

Accidentally, this becomes their pattern.

Zane shows up, orders a water and hangs around for a while before Cas sends over a dark matter cocktail, on the house. Zane leaves it on the table, Cas heads over and chats while she drinks it for him before returning to the bar. When they look back, he’s always gone.

During this particular night, while Cas is sipping their drink and leaning back against the railing, they ask, “Why are you here?”

Zane, who’d been open and casually chatting about their previous conversation topic (the newest prime empire DLC), visibly closes off. His expression shutters, goes flat, and his eyes lose a light Cas had come to appreciate. It seems every ounce of progress they’d made to break down his walls snaps down the middle, shoving them back out of arm's reach. He’s tense and silent where he’s regarding Cas over the rim of his glass. Cas doesn’t think he’ll say another word the rest of the night.

“I needed to get away from the monastery.” He replies, stilted.

Cas frowns and cuts his eyes away to where he’s swirling his drink in its cup, thinking back on the NGTV broadcast only a handful of days before Zane's first appearance at their bar, “On the news… they said your team had stepped away from their duties to the city to ‘mourn a personal tragedy.’ Is that what you are running from?”

“Presumptuous to assume I am running from something.”

“Are you?”

Zane's' eyes turn chilly, “I am not.”

Cas decides to push their luck, “You have not been seen out with the ninja since that announcement… Were you hurt?”

“I am fine.”

A pause- Cas knows the look in Zane's eyes, the hunted expression he wears when he thinks no one is looking, “You do not have to lie to me. No one from your team would have willingly entered this place two weeks ago, but you did. Something changed.”

Zane looks at the boxing ring where two men had just wrapped up a fight, both bloody and laughing, “Thank you for the drink.” A curt dismissal.

The next night he’s back, and he leaves his drink on the table like usual.

It’s only after Cas has taken the first sip that he speaks, “I am here because I am…putting distance between myself and my friends.” He says, stilted. “Circumstances from several weeks ago have caused an irreconcilable change in me. I am different.”

Cas stares at him for a long moment. Zane meets him eye to eye, challenging him. “You chose a bar filled with your greatest enemies to hide, alone, from the rest of the ninja?”

“I came here because I knew the others would not look here.” He smiles softly and while it is gentle and mild mannered, there’s an unmistakable razors edge to it, “I do not fear the violence of anyone here. I am well aware of my capabilities, now more than ever. Lately, I am more comfortable among these people than my friends.” He seems surprised by his admission, hands twitching as if he could snatch it back out of the air where it sits heavily between them. This isn’t the first time during their conversations that Cas has gotten the impression that Zane is deeply dangerous, but it is the closest Zane's ever gotten to verbally confirming his abilities are on a whole new level.

Cas understands that whatever went down was worse than what happened all those years ago with his father- that Zane's death was near insignificant in the wake of this newest trauma, “You’ll always be welcome here.” They say softly.

Their drink is gone. Usually they head back to the bar, but they don’t want to go. She struggles to find more words for a moment, “Can I get you anything else?”

Zanes mouth twitches into a ghost of a smile, “Yes.” He says, to her surprise, “I would like  to order the bar's signature drink. I believe it is called a Dark Matter.”

Cas gives him a perplexed look before shaking the empty cup, “You had one. I just drank it.”

“I am aware.” There is a moment of hesitation before Zane says, “I wanted to try it after the third day you sent it, but I thought that if I did, you would not come over. I have come to appreciate our talks.”

A bit of heat floods Cas cheeks, just the barest bashful blush, “Come sit by the bar, then. We can talk while I make it.”

Zane stands but after glancing at his watch, winces, “There is no more time tonight.” He says regretfully as they walk towards the front of the bar together, “Tomorrow, I will sit at the bar.”

“And you’ll try my drink.”

“And I will try your drink.” They stop at the door, the moment strangely poignant. a heartbeat passes, “Goodbye, Cas.”

“See you tomorrow, Zane.” Halfway to the bar, Cas looks over her shoulder. Zane is standing there still, hand on the doorknob, and he smiles slightly before stepping out into the alleyway.

“EW.” Cryptor announces loudly as Cas comes back behind the bar, “WHAT is with the goo-goo eyes.”

“Shut up.” Cas grumbles, face hot.

“You two have become especially close in these past few evenings.” Kozu observes, “You have been in higher spirits since your friendship has blossomed as well. Noticeably.”

“He’s my sworn enemy, remember? Yours too. He killed your dad?” Cryptor points out again, flicking a complimentary peanut out of the little bowl and across the bar top.

“I already told you both I do not hold any hard feelings for that.” Cas shrugs, rinsing her empty cup just to be doing something with her hands, “He is not my enemy. In fact, I think the two of you might actually have more in common than-”

“DON'T finish that sentence.” Cryptor fake gags, throwing himself face down on the bar dramatically.

Cas chuckles quietly, putting the glass away. Kozu’s words sit accusingly in the back of his mind… Sure, she liked talking to Zane. She even looked forward to their little ritual, but was it really affecting his mood so much that Kozu- famously dense when it comes to interpersonal relationships- was picking up on it? Zane was leaving his drink for them, bidding for connection that Cas found she was happy to turn towards. He was a great conversationalist, even the most mundane topics like what laundry detergent he liked best was captivating. Cas liked chatting with him. Cas liked Zane.

As a friend of course. Anything more would just be… messy. Especially since Cas had accidentally on purpose omitted the fact that the Overlord was their father.

“Regardless of any past transgressions, he is welcome in this bar just like everyone else… and I do enjoy talking to him.” They admit before a mischievous grin curls their lips, “And you have to admit, he is… well built. I mean, when his shirt is unbuttoned? The craftsmanship-”

“I’m covering my ears! Can’t hear you!” Cryptor announces loudly, clapping his hands over his head, “La la la la la!!!”

Cas just laughs.

Zane sets the glass down with a clink, face thoughtful as he mulls over the taste. He’s a chef, it’s in his nature! “I thought it was a dark rum, I was not expecting vodka.”

“And blue curacao.” Cas adds, “Cranberry juice, sour mix, and grenadine for color and taste too. It’s good right?”

“It is.” He smiles, taking another drink, “How has your day been?”

“Uneventful.” He talks while he pours a martini for Reflectra, “It’s inventory day so I spent all day here-”

The conversation flows easily as Cas recounts her day and Zane his, breaking off into several tangents during. Cas seems to learn something new about Zane everyday, like his favorite type of bird or his dads name or what he puts into his pot roast to make it taste the best. Little nuggets of information Cas tucks away into their brain for some unknown point in the future. A group of people walk in and Cas shoots Zane an apologetic smile before going to serve them, and it’s during this moment where his back is turned that Cryptor swoops in. Cas doesn’t hear how it starts, but she can definitely hear how it’s going.

“You have no idea what you are talking about.” Zane's voice is razor thin and dangerous- so much so that alarm bells ring in Cas’s head. That tone of voice is what makes them turn around in the first place, to try and damage control.

“Oh yeah? Prove it then.” Cryptor is leaned over the counter glaring at him. He jerks his head towards the empty fighting ring behind him, “Show me.”

“No.” flatly, Zane turns away.

“Cryptor,” Cas starts, but doesn’t get any further.

“You are afraid of me! The great ice ninja is a coward!” He leans back with a vicious grin, “That is why your team has been fighting without you, isn’t it? Zane, left behind and benched because he’s too pathetic-”

Zane bolts to his feet, whipping around to glare at Cryptor with a chilling rage. He turns on heel and storms into the ring, shrugging off his jacket and slinging it over the railing before he spins around. The room is silent as Zane begins to roll up his sleeves, deadly calm. All eyes are on him. “I am no coward.” He doesn’t smile, face smooth and near emotionless, “If you challenge me, I accept.”

Cryptor pauses for only a heartbeat longer before his face twists into a cruel smirk. He vaults over the bar and follows Zane into the ring, tugging off his hoodie and tossing it on the floor. Cas tears out from behind the bar, joining the forming crowd around the two with a rising sense of dread. They want to ask them to stop, but the ring was here for this exact reason. Let off steam, settle disagreements- and they were both adults. It didn’t stop the lead in their stomach dropping to their feet.

Kozu is at the gong, ready to ring it as soon as they both give him the signal that they’re ready.

Ding!

Cryptor lunges across the ring with deadly intent, throwing himself at Zane claws first. Zane steps out of the way and jumps back, putting that space between them. His face is tense and focused as he dodges several more strikes to Cryptos fury. After a particular dodge, When he rests a hand on the concrete wall of the ring, a layer of frost swirls from his fingertips. The moment he notices it, he flinches and yanks his hand away, clearly attempting to will away the reaction. Zane's too distracted to dodge Cryptors next blow, the fist across his jaw causing him to slam into the wall with a grunt.

“Yes!” Cryptor crows, “Finally! I am so tired of this cat and mouse. Fight me!”

Zane nods to himself and stands up, putting up his fists and finally going on the offense. This time, when Cryptor dashes at him for another swing, his dodge is accompanied by a foot at Cryptors ankle that causes him to stumble. No time to get his footing, Cryptor stumbles and isn’t ready for Zanes' kick. He aims directly between his shoulder blades and Cryptor slams face first into the side of the ring with a grunt, recovering quickly and stumbling back to his feet. It goes on like this for longer than a typical fight in the ring, and Zane’s retaliation becomes increasingly more brutal until he cracks the concrete floor with a heel strike intended for Cryptor's throat.

Finally, Cryptor gets the advantage, but just as he goes for the finishing blow- a staff of pure ice springs from Zane's hand, blocking the blow before it could land.

Something changes. The air grows colder, thinner. It’s harder to breathe. From Zane's feet, a thin patina of ice forms jagged and sharp across the floor.

When Cryptor goes to attack, his feet slip. Zane looks at his opponent-

Cas doesn’t breathe.

Zanes eyes are empty, cold, and detached. As Cryptor struggles to get back to his feet, there is no mercy in Zane's' eyes.

Cryptor curses and scrambles on ice. Zane flicks his wrist and ice encases Cryptors arms up to the elbow and his feet to the knees. He’s immobile, unable to escape. Pinned like a bug. Kozu shrinks the gong again, signaling the match has ended.

Zane won.

Pulling at his hands Cryptor groans, “You would pull something like this.” He spits venomously.

The air gets colder. He’s standing over Cryptor and Cas can’t see his face, but he watches Cryptors. He watches the way Cryptors annoyance bleeds into fear- real fear, bone chilling fear as he looks up at Zane. The staff in his hand flattens at the end and forms a razor sharp and deadly blade.

“The fight is over!” Cas calls, firmly.

Zane turns to look at them. The electric blue of his eyes are glowing in the shadows cast on his face. Cas chokes on a wave of cold that suffocates the room.

He’s going to kill Cryptor. He’s going to kill everyone.

“Zane.” Cas coughs out, and that breaks the spell. Zane jerks, dropping the staff that turns to snow before it hits the ground. The oppressive chill lifts, and Zane leaps over the rim of the ring and basically flies out of the door before anyone can even think about catching him.

Anyone other than Cas, of course, who’s on his heels the moment he’s out the door.

“Zane!” He calls again, the two of them scrambling up the fire escape of the apartment complex two blocks down from the bar. She hauls herself up on the roof after him, “Zane, talk to me-”

“That is why I do not fight with the ninja- why I am not allowed to fight with the ninja.” Zane spits out, stumbling against an air conditioning unit. Ice crawls from his fingers immediately, covering the unit and causing it to groan unappreciatively.

Cas gets to their feet, “What is?”

“I am a killer. I was going to kill him.” He takes a shuddering breath, so uncanny to see on a nindroid.

“But you did not.” approaching cautiously, Cas tries to find the words Zane needs to hear.

“I wanted to.” He yanks his hands off the AC, staring down at his palms accusingly, “If I hadn’t snapped out of it I would have killed everyone in that room.”

“Zane…”

“I have to go. I need- I need to go.” He turns around to face Cas and he looks so tired and scared and Cas can’t make any of it better, “I’m sorry.”

“Zane!” Cas calls, but he doesn’t follow the man when he disappears into the night.

When Cas comes back to the bar, the spectacle still has people buzzing,”Hey, you okay?” Cas asks Cryptor, who’s sitting behind the bar again. His ice bonds had turned to snow when Zane had made his escape.

“I’m fine.” He doesn’t elaborate, and Cas knows he’s not telling the truth. They won’t get anything else out of him until the bar closes and everyone is gone, “How’s your boyfriend?” he adds icily.

Cas winces, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run off and abandon you. It was just so… out of character.”

Cryptor sits in silence for a moment, “...Yes, it was.” He admits, and there's a flicker of fear in his eye that’s swallowed up by newfound respect.

“And he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Yet.” Kozu adds for her, “Did you catch him?”

“Yes, but he wasn’t interested in having a discussion about what happened. He stopped long enough to tell me he needed space.” Cas glances over at the fighting ring, at the crater where Zane had nearly shattered Cryptors skull, “...I don’t think he’ll be back for a while.”

She doesn’t see Zane again for two weeks.

She’d gone on a walk to get some fresh air after moping around their apartment for a while, mood weird and unpleasant. The park was nice around mid-day like this, and as he walks around the pleasant landscaping and thoughtfully placed benches, she sees him sitting in the grass next to the pond. She stops walking, staring at the back of his head for a long moment, unable to decide whether to move forward or turn away. What was the right move?

Zane makes that decision for them. He twitches then looks around- maybe he’d been able to feel Cas’s gaze- twisting around and spotting them down the path. He smiles and it’s only slightly strained, offering a friendly wave.

So Cas joins him, “Hey. Do you mind if I sit?”

“Not at all.” He’s holding a bag of corn, which isn’t as weird as it could have been. The ducks are all over him, begging for treats. One is even sitting in his lap, enjoying gentle pets.

There’s a pause, several moments of peace, “I’ve missed you at the bar.”

Zane winces, “I have been meaning to come back.” He offers Cas a handful of corn and they’re both swarmed by waterfowl before they can blink.

“What happened back there, Zane?”

He winces again, this time turning his face away in shame, “I…”

He doesn’t finish, and Cas is okay with that. They feed the ducks quietly for a long time before another word is spoken.

“After the pyro vipers invasion in Ninjago City, I died.” He says suddenly, “That is the closest thing I can describe it as. Death. I was sent away to another realm. My memories were erased, and I did a great deal of unforgivable things. Things I never would have done before.”

“Zane…”

“I changed. My friends brought me back, but it is all wrong now.” He scratches a duck under its beak, “When I fight, I aim to kill.”

“Sometimes, to protect people, it is necessary.”

“You do not understand. The end goal is death in any fight, no matter how insignificant. Part of me does not see the point in mercy- and that is not all. So many of my principles, the things that made me who I am, have been destroyed or changed because of my time in the Never Realm. I came to your bar that first night because I did not know who I was. There was no way I had to act inside those walls. The monastery is suffocating and ill-fitting, there is so much expectation. I have to be the version of myself from before the Never Realm, but I am not that man anymore.”

Cas allows the silence to settle for a moment, “Who are you?”

“I am still trying to figure that out.” The ducks pick his handful of corn clean, waddling away when he doesn’t move to pour another handful.

Cas reaches out and places his hand on Zanes' empty one, “If you need help figuring it out, you are always welcome at my place.”

He smiles softly and Cas loves the way his expression warms, “Thank you, Cas. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“The bar is closed right now. Would you like to join me for a sparring session?”

Zane pins them with an incredulous look and Cas laughs a little, “Nothing serious that might trigger blood lust. I am thinking that casual, low stakes combat might help you reign in some of your natural reactions.”

Zane hums, “It is possible… I am interested, yes.”

After emptying out the last of the corn for their feathered friends, Cas and Zane walk back to the bar in companionable silence. It’s quiet and still inside, so when they walk through the door Cryptor is immediately aware of their arrival, “Look who the Cas dragged in.” He snarks.

“Hello, Cryptor.” Zane responds wryly, then frowns and hesitates, “About our fight…”

Cryptor holds up a hand to stop him, giving him an unimpressed stare, “Don’t ruin my new respect for you by doing something stupid like apologizing.”

Zane cracks a weak smile, “Understood.”

Cryptor holds out his fist so Zane can bump it, “Good job.” He says begrudgingly. Then, with a smirk, “You left your jacket, you know. Cas has been keeping it safe.” he leans in close, “They won’t stop wearing it.”

“THANK YOU Cryptor! Okay! you can leave now.” Cas physically shoos him up the stairs while he snickers.

Mortified, Cas slowly turns around to face Zane. He’s smiling wider, “It’s a very comfortable jacket.” He says graciously, but the teasing undertone in his voice makes a bit of heat flush Cas’s cheeks.

“Let’s just get to sparring.” She mutters, hoping the fight will mask her blush.

Zane was a formidable opponent before the Never Realm, and now he’s downright vicious. Cas stops the fight several times when Zane's attacks go from friendly jabs to focused and dangerous, centering Zane before they continue. Zane catches himself a few times too, smiling triumphantly when he starts to recognize his patterns and triggers so he can work with them safely. They’ve been exchanging friendly jabs and maybe a few suggestive moments in close combat, but it all culminates when Cas gets a lucky leap at Zane. He trips backwards and Cas lands on top of him, pinning his hands to the floor with a victorious cheer. Cas is sweating and breathing hard, and Zane looks just as perfect as he did that morning at the pond.

The air goes thick with tension.

Zane shifts his pinned palms so their fingers can lace together. The smile on his face grows warmer, more open and inviting. Cas leans down slowly, waiting for any signs of resistance but there is none.

His eyes flutter shut as they come closer, close enough to feel the slight chill that radiates off Zane against their lips-

“Cas!” Kozu calls urgently, clobbering down the stairs. Cas jumps off Zane, scrambling to their feet awkwardly.

Cryptor is clinging to him and tugging backwards, trying to haul him back up the stairs, “Kozu shut up! They are having a moment!”

“I am sorry to interrupt, but I believe you need to be made aware of the situation in downtown Ninjago.” Kozu says briskly, flipping on the TV above the bar.

Zane bolts to the bar at the sight of his friends. Fugidove is robbing Ninjagos history museum with a gang of lackeys as help, but it seems the hired muscle is more interested in fighting than money. Fugidove looks nervous and keeps trying to get them to retreat, but they’re all engaged in a brawl with the ninja that looks more brutal with each passing second. Zane darts for his sweater and phone, opening it to a wall of notifications from his friends.

“They need my help.” He says gravely, looking back at the screen. His hands are shaking, just barely. What if he can’t control himself?

Cas puts a hand on his shoulder, “You can do this.”

Zane reaches up and squeezes her hand appreciatively before blowing out a breath of icy air, “I will be back later tonight.” He promises before he disappears out the door.

He doesn’t come back.

Cas watches a nightmare unfold on the screen once Zane arrives at the fight. Cryptor and Kozu have been grilling them over what exactly they’d walked in on when Zane's white gi catches Cas’s attention. He throws himself into the fray and for a while, he keeps himself together. No unnecessary violence.

And then he’s hit.

A man manages a lucky kick and he stumbles backwards- another blow to the back of the knee and he falls just right so his temple slams against the curb of the sidewalk. There’s an ugly, viscous looking crack that’s leaking dark fluid.

The man is mortally wounded before the broadcast can realize what’s about to happen and cut the air. His body is still and stiff where spires of ice have slammed through skin and bone. The concrete is splattered with blood. Zane staggers to his feet and raises his hand again, towards the remaining men- a loud TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES banner pops up on the screen, and Cas is so worried for Zane he feels ill. He darts for his phone and snatches it up before just staring at it. They had Zane's' number, had gotten it the night of his fight with Cryptor, before the brawl.

He calls.

It goes straight to voicemail.

Every chair, table, couch- even the liquor bottles and glasses behind the bar- glows purple and rises up off the ground. Cas reminds himself to breathe and everything lands with a clatter (or a crash, but Cas didn’t care about destroying a few bottles of rum in the wake of that broadcast.)

“I should have gone with him.” Cas whispers, reigning in their powers.

It’s 2 hours of pacing and checking NGTV.com before the headlines hit: SKIRMISH IN DOWNTOWN NINJAGO LEAVES 11 INJURED AND NINJA MISSING. The news had cut at the first sign of blood, but that hadn’t stopped Zane's' rampage. Ten of those injuries had been bad enough to send them to the hospital, with four in the ICU with grim prospects. To top it off, Zane fled the scene and is unable to be located by anyone- not the police, and not his friends.

Cas closes the bar for the night.

“What are you going to do?” Cryptor asks while Cas scribbles out a note to tape to the door so his regulars don’t waltz in.

“I am going to look for him.” He says firmly, “He does not need to be alone right now.”

“You know where he would go?” Kozu inquiries.

“No, but I have to try.” They pull their shawl tighter around their shoulder, bee-lining for the door.

Kozu and Cryptor both follow them, exchanging a sidelong glance, “Is this wise?” Kozu asks gently.

“He almost killed those guys. What if he attacks you?”

“I can handle it.” And before they can ask any more questions, Cas is gone.

It’s 4 am when they drag themself back into the empty, quiet bar. All alone. They went to the park where they fed ducks, scoured rooftops and back alleys, checked out any break-ins, and even peeked through the windows of the Mechanics newest hideout just to be sure. Zane was nowhere to be found. Cas double checked and did a lap around the city to be certain, but she was still half human and her exhaustion was catching up with her. She needed sleep, they could try again in the morning.

He decides to try his phone one more time, trotting up the stairs to their apartment. They open the door as they hit call, pressing the phone to their ear as they kick off their boots.

In their apartment, deep enough to be out of sight of the entrance, a cell phone rings.

He’s around the corner before he can think, peeling around the corner to come face to face with Zane. Well, Zane's back. He’s faced away from them, staring at the mantle still and motionless. There’s no telling how long he’s been standing there. His phone is tossed aside along with his shurikens, both streaked with oil.

“Zane.” Cas breathes, “I was so worried-”

“What is all of this.” Zane cuts them off, voice flat.

“What?”

Zane doesn’t respond and after a heartbeat it clicks. There were mementos of his father, things he kept on the mantle or the bookshelf right beside it. News clippings, scrolls, photos… the most damning one a picture of him and his father.

The silence grows thick with tension, “He was my father.” he says quietly.

Zane whips around and his eyes glow in the darkness of their apartment, “Your father? You- what is this? Is it revenge?”

“No-!”

“Were you going to trick me, manipulate me into developing feelings for you then- then-”

“Do you really think I would-”

“I do not know!” He snaps, his hands come up to grip his forehead. The crack on his temple looks worse in person, “I thought I knew you, but clearly I do not.”

“What happened between you and my father is in the past,” Cas says firmly, taking a step closer to Zane.

Zane clenches his eyes shut, “I killed him. I killed all those people. I am a monster.” He’s clearly in the middle of a massive breakdown, shaking all over.

“No, Zane.” Cas dares to take another step forward, “You’re not a monster. I am sorry I kept this from you, but I am not angry with you over what happened.” He reaches out, “That fight… Sometimes good people do bad things.”

“Am I a good person?” He opens his eyes and they seem dimmer now, and Zane is swaying on his feet, “I do not know that either. I don’t know who I am anymore.”

Cas rounds the edge of the couch and manages to catch Zane right as his legs give out. He’s been awake too long- even Nindroids need to sleep. Cas feels touched that he came here to rest, even if it had unintended consequences, “You don’t have to have it all figured out. We can find out who you are now together, Zane- but I can guarantee that you are not a monster.”

Zane slumps against them and Cas carefully places him on the couch, wrapping a blanket around him. He sits quietly on his recliner, watching over him as the sun begins to rise.

He opens his eyes at noon, blinking awake sprawled out on the chair with a blanket he certainly hadn’t grabbed tucked around her.

They get to their feet slowly, coaxed into the kitchen by the smell of hot coffee.

Zane is there at the breakfast nook. There’s two cups of coffee on the table, and he smiles weakly when he sees her. The crack on his head is packed with paper towels and wrapped up with gauze, and he looks leagues better than he did last night.

“We should talk.”

Cas is surprised at how smoothly it goes. Zane is a great deal calmer than he was last night, able to really understand and hear Cas’s words rather than give in to panic and fear. They discuss guilt and forgiveness and finally, where they go from here.

“I enjoy spending time with you, Zane.” Cas says honestly. “I am interested in seeing where this goes.”

Zane is quiet for a long moment, “I meant what I said last night. I do not know who I am. If you want the white ninja… he is not here any longer.”

Cas reaches over and touches the tips of Zane's fingers with her own, “I have no expectations of you, Zane. I meant what I said too- I want to be there while you figure it all out, either as your friend or…”

Zane smiles softly, “Thank you, Cas. I… I want that as well.”

“Let's not label anything yet then. We can let it happen naturally, however that may come about.” Zane agrees with Cas’s suggestion.

Several moments of calm silence pass before Zane's phone dings and he winces, “...I believe I must go home now.”

“Your friends?”

He glances at the notification, “They are… not upset with me. Just worried.”

Cas nods, “Understandable. I will walk you to the door.”

They take the stairs down in silence and blissfully Cryptor and Kozu are nowhere to be found. They get to the door and Zane takes in a rush of air to fortify himself.

“I’ll see you soon?” Cas asks.

Zane smiles before he reaches out to squeeze Cas's hand, “Tomorrow night.” He promises, “I would tonight but I do not believe my friends will let me out of their sight.” He jokes.

“Tomorrow night, then.” Cas hesitates, “And Zane… My name is Hesperia. Cas is only a nickname.”

“Hesperia.” Zane tests out quietly, “I like it.” He smiles and laces their fingers together for a moment, a simple goodbye, and then he’s gone.

“Ooo, someone has a boyfriend!!!” Cryptor materializes out of the stock room, giggling all the way.

“Be quiet.” Cas snaps, but can’t hide their smile.

#ninjago #zane julien #ninjago oc hesperia #kozu ninjago #cryptor ninjago #blood #injury #violence #fighting #zane is a little trigger happy #s11 consequences #spinchip fic #ns11 #spinchip posts #writing commissions

[askthatoneanacondraikaiguy]

Oh my gosh wait Hands of Time—

There’s been asks about the Maya & Ray reunion, but what happens when Kai and Nya went back in time to when the Elemental Alliance was first fighting Krux & Acronix?

How in the world do they play that off because in canon Kai and Nya pretend to be Maya and Ray (though I believe Wu figures it out and has everyone drink Oblivi-tea after) and join the fight

Nya is the one who suggests pretending to be their parents. In this AU, she suggests she pretends to be Maya, while Kai decides to go invisible during the fight.

The fight at the monastery is an enclosed fight, so Kai doesn't have as much room to get out of the way or maneuver, so he's trying to fight the Vermilion warriors while simultaneously staying out of the Elemental Alliance's way. He has to be very sparing with using fire so no one realizes there's an invisible Elemental Master of fire in the fight. It also takes a considerable amount of effort to remain invisible in this fight, especially because of the Vermillion warriors.

It's a lot harder for him to coordinate with Nya when she can't see him. Nya still attempts Airjitsu to get above the Iron Doom and Kai tries to basically sneak-attack-slither up it (coordinated in a very hushed whisper of, like "You get above it, I'll sneak up the side") but he's flung aside shortly after Nya, because Krux knows enough about the ninja at this point to know Kai wouldn't send Nya into danger if he's not right behind her.

The Alliance doesn't get a close view of Kai on the back of the fusion dragon (which also looks a lot more snake-like as well) but there's quite a few close calls within the fight where Kai is almost revealed.

#permanent anacondrai au #ninjago au #ninjago #anacondrai kai #nya ninjago

[tobiasdrake]

Okay, time to check out The Messenger, which was released before Sea of Stars but takes place chronologically after it, I guess? Playing these out of order but here we go.

Exile from what? That's an ominous sentiment.

Minions of the Fleshmancer, then?

I wonder if this is what happened to Brugaves? We never did hear from him again after the deal with Aephorul was finalized. Fleshy promised to give him a new body, wipe his memory, and send him away to a world where he'd never have to face Solstice Warriors ever again

Then that was never followed up on, save for a brief glimpse of his shiny new monster body in some world somewhere during the closing credits. We know it was him because Erlina, who never died in the True Ending, was reunited with him.

Maybe this is that world.

Hey look, it's Resh'an. And I guess that's probably the hero riding his back, but I'm more focused on Resh'an.

UGGGGGGH I have been Ninja Gaidening for weeks and this guy is so late. Fucking Westerners have no sense of propriety. If I was riding a magic bird across the ocean, I'd get there on time, dammit.

There are so many fucking prophecies in this mythology. Too many prophecies. The ancient fables are just prophecy this and prophecy that. Legend has it that the moon goddess Luana once got so fed up with prophecies that she drowned a fish. To this day, no one's quite sure what the hell that means.

You know what, that's on me. I was the one that tempted fate. I do not apologize.

I should probably go take a look, though. You never know, this could be a wacky misunderstandi--

Not much room for ambiguity there.

Hey, I'm confused. The number of horns on each of your heads clearly implies levels of authority but then you also have a crown guy? Why does that guy get a crown if he's not the #1 Most Horniest?

You should go bicker about this. Somewhere else. Please. Thank you.

Buddy, you have no idea who you're messing with. Go ahead. Come at me, bruh. Hit me with your best--

OH THANK LUANA

I'm gonna be honest, I was talking straight out of my ass. I have no idea who I'm messing with but I'm pretty sure my basic-ass ninja skills were not going to cut it.

THERE HE IS! THAT'S THE GUY! That's the demon that Brugaves became. I would wave hihi but I am not the person that learned everything she knows from him. I am instead a very manly man, whoa ho ho look at my manly biceps.

You know what, his biceps are the size of my torso so this isn't a good time to boast.

Uh, okay. Guess Brugaves is a creepy voyeur now. You know what, that's fair; He did spend a lot of time with the Acolytes, some things might have rubbed off.

Have fun watching me poop, asshole.

Wait, the same Autumn Hills? Are we on Mesa Island right now? Is this Home World? I thought it was a third, unrelated world.

I'd like to take that as a compliment but your options are me, the old man, or a pile of corpses. Though I suppose winning by default is still winning. *chest puff* Yes, I AM the best candidate for the job and I appreciate you for recognizing my greatness! I will proudly be your--

Mail boy. I will proudly be your mail boy. ._. Okay.

We are. We are on Mesa Island.

Holy shit. What the hell happened to our world? Is this because Solstice Warriors became defunct as an organization after the last two trained warriors turned into gods and fucked off into space, leaving nobody to teach a new generation?

...

Oh. Wait. No. The multiverse is made up of different timelines, not holistically different realities altogether. So we might still be a third, unrelated world.

Looks like a full moon's risen. Before I venture forward into the Autumn Hills, I should take a moment to recite the lunar prayer of protection.

"Luana, may your beautiful and amazing radiance, way better than the sun, guide me in these dark times. May my blade drink deep in the blood of all fuckos and shitweasels, that I may carry out Mad Bitchin' Deeds in your glorious name. Also robots are valid people and your hair looks amazing like that. So let it be."

So our coins are Resh'an's Time Shards. Huh. That's. Odd.

Don't these only appear when he's recursing time loops?

That is definitely one of Resh'an's portals. Are we... Where are we going? Is this going to take me to the Archives?

That's. Not. Necessarily. A no.

What the fuck is this place? Are you Resh'an? I need you to tell me if you're Resh'an. Legally, you have to tell me if you are, because I might not be allowed to interact with you. I'm pretty sure I'm required to call you an 'assclown', whatever that is, and tell you "She hasn't forgotten" in a threatening voice.

I don't know why. My village is under siege by demons. I am not looking to make enemies. But that's what I've been told.

What does that fucking mean?

Ugh, the Scripture of Luana warned us that the keepers of lore are always full of cryptic bullshit but I thought she just meant that old history keepers have spotty memories.

Honestly, despite the demons all over the place, this place is kind of nice; Don't look at my health bar.

Sure, there's weird-ass turtle demons and stuff, but they're pretty slow and manageable. And the woods, lingering in a perpetual state of autumn as they always have, remain beautiful even at night. Mesa Island would be a pretty nice place to live if it weren't for, y'know, all that evil shit.

I mean, I could lived without that, honestly. Don't know why we installed so many deathtraps. I guess it was to keep the demons out but I'm the one having to bend over backwards to navigate while they're crawling all over the place, so who's this really fucking over?

The moral of the story is, always keep a killswitch for your defenses somewhere in your own camp.

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger #drake plays sea of stars

[girl-monkey-odalys]

I wanna know more about Eloïse Eitzen, pls

Tell me her

Gender:

Age:

Sexual:

Like:

Dislike:

And finally

Story/backstory:

OMG I love that you want to know more about my OC 🙈 💖

She’s still a pretty new OC, so these details might change later, but here are the ideas I have for her now.

Ok here goes: 

Name: Eloïse Eitzen

Gender: Cisgender female 

Age: 25

Sexuality: Demisexual 

Likes: Latin dance, Parkour and Ninja Warrior, racing video games, Zumba, Kickboxing aerobics, fashion 

Dislikes: Her cousin Klaus, boring jobs and activities 

Backstory: 

Eloïse is a female proboscis monkey, a younger cousin of Klaus Kickenklober. She and Klaus have a precarious relationship, as he was constantly tattling on her when she was a child. She was born to strict, stuffy, overprotective upper class parents, and even though she is an adult now, they still treat her like a child. Outwardly, she looks innocent and sophisticated due to her upbringing, but she has a rebellious, wild streak to her. Her parents sent her to the best schools, and she is extremely intelligent and resourceful. 

Her parents are always trying to “civilize” her by enrolling her in what she thinks are boring activities, like waltz and classical piano. They have very particular ideas about how girl monkeys should behave. As irritated as she is by her parents’ actions and viewpoints, she loves them and doesn’t want to disappoint them. So she lives a secret life unknown to them. They think she’s taking a waltz class, but she’s actually in Tango; they think she’s tutoring children in French in the evenings, but she’s actually drag racing; they think she teaches Yoga, but she actually volunteers as a Parkour coach. 

At some point her parents caught on to this and basically forced her to enroll in one of Klaus Kickenklober’s classical dance classes. It was his class specifically because he could vouch for if she showed up or not. It was here that she met Arlen, the name I gave the baboon dancer from Sing 2:

She was bored in Klaus’ class and hated his teaching style, but she stayed because she had a crush on Arlen. She and Arlen are now dating. Arlen is kind and good-natured, but a little on the clueless side, and he often accidentally gives Eloïse’s ruses away to her parents. 

————

Example scene from Eloïse’s life:

Eloïse, her parents, and Arlen are eating out at a posh restaurant. They all order alcoholic drinks, and since Eloïse looks young, the waiter asks to see her ID

Eloïse, going through her wallet: Oh no! I don’t have my driver’s license! I took it out to take a picture of it for a job application. It must still be on the table.

Arlen: Why don’t you just show them your pilot’s license?

Eloïse, elbowing him hard in the ribs and uttering under her breath: Arlen!!!! 😡

Eloïse’s dad: Pilot’s license??!

#Wow this ended up being super long 🙈 #Thanks for the Ask! #sing 2 oc #klaus kickenklober #sing klaus