#which the correct musical term escapes me.

[obrowne21]

ʙᴀʙʏ ɪ’ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ

Chapter 1 - “Buck’s Baby Sister”

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The sweet sound of jazz filled the speakeasy that occupied both Bucky and Buck. Like usual, the night before a mission was always spent this way. Other pilots were scattered through the place but the inseparable duo situated themselves in a booth not too far from the bar. “Take a look around, Buck.” A drunken smile was present on Bucky’s face as he gestured to the bristling place around them. “We’ve got the drinks, we’ve got the music…”

“You know what’s missing?” Gale let out a sigh with a shake of his head. “Don’t start.”

“We’re missing girls.” There really was no surprise that women were at the top of John Egan’s priorities. You’d never catch him leaving the bar without one, sometimes even two. The blonde across from him opened his mouth to retaliate but John quickly corrected himself. “I know Marge has you wrapped around her finger. I’m talking about me, Buck.”

“So, who’s the unlucky lady for tonight?” Raising his eyebrows in curiosity, Gale took a sip of his drink before returning it to its original spot on the table.

It was always the same with his friend, Bucky. No matter how much he tried to spread his influence of settling down with a nice woman on him, it never sounded appealing to John.

Bucky threw his head back with a genuine laugh. “Guess I’ll have to look around and see.”

His eyes scanned the room in interest. Wondering from face to face but nobody seemed to catch his eye. There was a brunette who had been trying to get his attention all night, she seemed to be looking for more of a long term thing so he shut that idea down quick.

His focus turned to the entrance as the door opened, ringing off the bell as it did so. In walked an unfamiliar but entrancing face.

The first thing that caught his eye was her confidence. Even though her presence attracted many onlookers and judgmental stares she never shied away.

In fact, she made eye contact with every one of them as if she was trying to find someone. Determination radiated off of her as she held tightly onto the duffel bag that she brought with her.

As her head turned it gave Bucky a view of her unique hairstyle. Unlike most ladies here, her honey blonde hair cascaded freely down her back. Only two upper pieces were pulled back into a messy braid. It seemed she had a long day by the way a few strands had escaped and were now framing her face but she made it look so damn beautiful.

The top of her navy blue cargo dress fit her perfectly giving Bucky a display of her slim waist. As she continued to look around the bottom of it softly swayed with her like she was a princess in one of those old time movies.

Bucky didn’t even feel ashamed or embarrassed when her gaze had stopped at his and Bucks table. It was hard to look away from her and he wanted her to know that.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” The gruff voice of Buck reached his ears causing him to glance over.

There was an apparent smile of what Bucky could decipher as pride on his friends face as he too stared at the new lady.

Returning his attention to the pretty stranger, he noticed a cheeky smile make its way onto her face. And she was looking at Buck.

She was looking at Buck. Not him.

A million questions clouded his mind wondering how the two could possible know each other. I mean, his buddy was head over heels in love with Marge.

Buck stood up as she started to head toward them. “They let you in?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” With a mischievous shrug of her shoulders she let out a playful giggle that was music to Bucky’s ears.

Once she was close enough she dropped her bag and brought the taller man in for a long hug which he returned a little too quickly for Bucky’s liking.

“I missed you, Gales.”

Gales?

“I missed you too, Lilah.”

That’ll do it. This has to stop.

With an obnoxious clear of his throat Bucky smiled sarcastically as the pair turned to him. “Hate to break this cosy reunion up but my pal Buck here isn't a free man.”

That statement caused the two to quickly jump away from each other like one had burned the other. A look of disgust made its way onto the woman’s face as she tried not to gag.

Noticing, Bucky tried not to laugh at the reaction but was even more fascinated by her sense of humor.

“No, John.” Nodding his head to the girl next to Bucky he denied the ridiculous statement. “This is my baby sister, Delilah.”

A sense of recognition made its way onto Bucky’s face. Gale had mentioned her many times before.

His baby sister who he had taken care of since he could remember. His baby sister who held the biggest place in his heart. His baby sister who was one of the main reasons he was here in the first place.

Now up close, Bucky took a good look at the unusually short blonde and only one thing could come to mind.

Buck’s baby sister had to be the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen.

“Ah, Delilah.” Slapping his hands on the table in excitement, Bucky stood up to softly grab her right hand. He brought it to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of it. “Bucky’s baby sister.”

Although she was flattered, Delilah ignored the warmth rushing to cheeks and took her hand back from the charming pilot. “And the new mechanic, yeah.”

“Oh? Gotta admit I’m a little surprised. Usually the new mechanics aren’t pretty like you. Or a woman for that matter.”

“Guess those mechanics aren’t as good as me either considering I’m here to teach them.”

Now it was her turn to give him a sarcastic smile. It was very rare for a woman to be sighted on the station, let alone on the front lines of it all so Delilah didn’t hold it to him.

Bucky rolled his tongue along the side of his mouth as he stared at the girl impressed with her comeback. Another box to check on his list of things he likes in a woman.

“Guess so.” The two seemed to forget there were people around them as they stared at each other in curiosity.

“John Egan. They call me Bucky.”

It was nice to put a name to the face. Whenever Buck had written back to her he would always mention him.

Bucky the man who had given Buck his own nickname. Bucky who had kept him on his toes. Bucky who he had spoken so highly of as a friend.

“I know.” She nodded. “The way Gale speaks about you in his letters I was expecting maybe a cape, a fan club-”

Before she could continue Buck urgently picked up her bag and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Glad you two could meet but it’s getting late, yeah? I’ll walk you to your quarters, help you settle in.”

“But I didn’t even get an autograph yet.”

Looking between the sibling duo, Bucky couldn’t help but laugh. Never in his time of knowing Buck had he seen him act so nervous. The two seemed to be close by the way she felt she could joke with him so freely. It made Bucky miss his family.

“Maybe I’ll tag along.” He spoke breaking the siblings teasing. He left a few bills on the table for the waiter and threw on his jacket. His eyes finding Delilah’s once more. “Get to know Bucks little sister more.”

“You really don’t have to.” Not only did Gale decline for the sake of avoiding another embarrassing encounter but he also caught the looks Bucky and his sister were stealing of each other.

And he didn’t like, not one bit.

“I insist, Buck.”

The three made their way to the exit. Turning around Delilah kept walking backwards as she faced the two. “Well, only if you insist. But this whole ‘Buck’s baby sister’ thing will just not do.”

“Okay,” Bucky nodded. That was fair. Opening the door for the two he smiled as Delilah passed him. “How bout ‘Baby’?”

“What? From like Dirty Dancing?”

Bucky nodded to her, a little embarrassed to admit that he watched Dirty Dancing. He almost regretted his words until she gave him a look that read ‘where have you been all my life?’

“Baby…” she tested the name before smiling.“I like it.”

Chapter 2 here!

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A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Comment and lmk your thoughts. I kept getting Bucky and Buck mixed up so if you see a little typo just ignore it😘.

How do you guys like Delilah so far?

I tried to make her and Bucks sibling relationship as real as possible.

And you already know Bucky’s down bad for her but I want it to be a little slow burn

#bucky egan #mota spoilers #john egan #buck cleven #mota #john egan x oc #major john egan #john egan x reader #mota fanfic #gale cleven #Masters Of The Air #madelyn cline #callum turner #callum turner x reader #austin butler

[blurryfce300]

i need to get these thoughts out of my brain before i explode okay

so clancy huh? it’s quite a bit more violent than i think any of us were expecting for the final dema story album, isn’t it? not in terms of the music but really in terms of where it tells us the story is headed. and it feels odd to me that the supposed end of this story is centered arøund fire and absolute destruction. like youve got clancy (whø i will be calling tyler før the sake of simplicity but he is also clancy i have a whole post about that) whose main goal currently is to recruit from inside dema and destroy it. then the character who we’ve seen as the leader of the rebellion, the torchbearer (josh) is standing off to the side? he’s just in tyler’s periphery, hence him being blurred in every promotional image we’ve had minus the apple music ones.

so tyler wants complete and total destruction of dema, or at least of its structure. he wants revenge. the problem with this is that he is trapped in tunnel vision so badly that he døesn’t see what’s happening to him. “i fly by the dangerous bend symbol” the dangerous bend symbol is there tø warn yøu that you have a high chance of making a serious mistake, and in some defintions, a common mistake. tyler is ignoring every warning sign being shoved in his face from every direction, and it’s turning him into what he wants to take døwn. he’s using the same methods the bishops use (psyhokinesis) to recruit peøple, which is alsø sømething the banditos never did. they dø nøt gø intø dema and recruit, they ønly help thøse whø already want to escape.

tyler says in overcompensate that he’s døne running, but this is a blatant lie. he’s going back to trench, the place where he ran from the things he is fighting against. he’s using psychokinesis to trick himself into thinking he’s done running.

so what do i think will happen? simple. tyler is going to continue to ignore every warning sign and play into the cycle, he’s going to førget who he was and become blurry again, and the cycle will repeat. i believe what we are seeing in clancy is høw the cycle usually ends and restarts itself. tyler finds psychokinesis and gets so obsessed with destruction and thinking he’s a weapon now that he becomes the very thing he thinks needs to be destroyed.

there are two songs on clancy that corroborate this. “backslide” and “snap back”. backslide means to relapse into bad habits. i think that clearly says tyler will slip back into blurry, and he will stay there for a bit, until “snap back” where someone cømes to help him “snap øut” øf this low point, øf this mindset of destruction. and even if that does happen, it won’t be an instant fix. it will be hard to cøme back after what has happened and pivot to a different direction.

nøw, løøking back at this from a non-lore perspective and one more based in what the story represents as a whole, destroying the things yøu hate abøut yourself isn’t that great, nøw is it? yeah you don’t like these things, but just outright trying to eliminate them is eliminating a part of yourself, and that døesn’t sound gøød. so what is the better solution to this? acceptance and understanding. learning to live with the parts you hate rather than total destruction.

but i think we need to see this total destruction as a show of the incorrect path for tyler and for the story, before someone else cømes in to rescue him. the banditos are representative of your friends, family, yøur support networks. tyler is ignoring them, choosing to fight this battle alone, and this is not the correct way to go about this, but it’s sømething we need to see happen. it’s a message of what not to dø, and we need to see høw bad øf a path it is to ensure that message is heard.

tldr: tyler/clancy’s path of destruction is VERY bad, he is going to fall back into blurry again and the cycle will repeat unless he allows øthers to help him change cøurse. but he’s ignoring every warning sign, and in the end, this is sømething we need to see happen to him.

#twenty one pilots #clancy #blurryface.txt

[chronurgy]

23, 37, 49 for the fic writer ask!!

23: What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

Five Durgetash AUs I'd love to write someday:

Gortash finds Durge in the mindflayer colony and tries to dissect them (I have it plotted out!)

A minotaur in the labyrinth AU where everyone needs to start asking who is really the monster here. Here's the only part I've written, which is the introduction:

Everyone knows that there is a monster in the labyrinth. It's what labyrinths are for, after all. And like labyrinths, monsters have a singular purpose: they are for slaying. Many a man has gone into the labyrinth to greet that monster with its purpose, but none have ever come back out. They wander still, those lost men, searching for home or for glory. So just meeting someone in a labyrinth isn't enough to name them monster. After all, they've also met you.

Gortash tries to summon and bind a demigod Durge to his will instead of turning to Bane (think ritual magic a la The Bartimaeus Trilogy, if you're familiar with that)

Pirate AU that's totally normal until it becomes clear that there's something deeply wrong with Durge and that their father, the Pirate King Bhaal, is in fact a giant kraken in human form

The gang goes to kill Gortash but when Karlach goes to deliver the killing blow Durge panics and throws themself in front of him. Gortash takes advantage of everyone's freak out to grab the severely injured Durge and trigger some sort of escape mechanism.

A trope I'd love to write: Timeloop (you got me thinking about Durgetash timeloop and now I want it. No idea what to write though)

37: Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Oh a deep cut hmm...I'll give two options:

Tasting Notes: Franc Peartree (Full-bodied White) was never going to have mass appeal given the subject matter, but if you're looking for fun, visceral, weird writing it's probably some of my best.

Then They Who Seek to Deceive is probably the best Durgetash I've written in terms of complex insanity from both parties but has half the hits of Departure from the Vulgar Crowd which kinda surprised me? It's probably the length and being third in a series (you don't need to read the others for it to make sense though!) working against it, but I'm still a little surprised by that.

49: What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I'm currently working on a Wyll pov fic set during Gortash's coronation ball:

He's been watching Gortash dance too, at this coronation ball of his. Not that it’s hard to miss the man, dressed as he is, and when the whole of the ball’s society seems to rotate around him. He’s not a bad dancer per say, but he can hardly be called good one either. His steps are quick and precise, sharp somehow, and his feet are always too exactly where they should be. They come crashing down with exactitude at the precisely correct moment, giving his partner’s feet absolutely no quarter. He moves with rigor, executes every turn, dip, and move competently, but he doesn’t seem to feel the tug of the music.

#ask games #thanks that was fun! #anyway i am an endless font of fic ideas that will probably never get written

[snobgoblin]

In the simplest terms- What the hell happened in Gorillaz?

Well, here you go!

Phase 0- In two different auto accidents, Murdoc gave Stuart Pot two 8-ball fractures and dubbed him 2-D for the two dents in his head. He liked the look of it and decided to start a band, which then welcomed Paula Cracker, 2-D's girlfriend, and Russel Hobbs, a local hip hop legend that put his soul into his music ;) Well, then they moved into Kong Studios, and Russel caught Paula and Murdoc having relations in the bathroom, then broke Murdoc's nose and Paula was out of the band after that. Then, a box showed up on their door, and inside was a small child, who started shredding her guitar and only said "Noodle". This became her name and she was accepted into the band.

Phase 1- Nothing terribly important happened, it was a very lighthearted phase. At some point during it they all went to Japan, 2-D went back home to work his parents fairgrounds, and Murdoc got arrested in Mexico for giving invalid checks to a prostitute. At some point Noodle was alone in Japan and unlocked her memories, and with it the ability to speak and understand every language.

Phase 2- They were mostly mucking around here, but the biggest thing to happen was definitely the El Mañana incident. See, there was this guy, Jimmy Manson, who wanted to be in the band, but Murdoc did not want him to be because he was a hippie. Jimmy would not stop harassing Murdoc and so Murdoc hatched a plan. He would hole Jimmy up with ammunition and tell him to kill Noodle during the filming of El Mañana, but really, he planned to kill Jimmy himself by catching the windmill on fire with him inside. This went terribly wrong and Noodle was lost to the blaze.

Phase 3- This is by far the most lore heavy so to avoid confusion I will just say, Murdoc burned down Kong and used the insurance money to buy a garbage island at Point Nemo, the furthest point from any existing landmass. The band was separated at this point, with Russel taking a break to work through his demons, literally, by making his own album, before he decided to attempt to end his own life by jumping into the ocean. This just made him ingest ocean garbage which made him a giant. The Boogieman helped Murdoc kidnap 2-D back onto the island, then they turned against each other and the rest of the phase the Boogieman is chasing after Murdoc to drag him to Hell. Also- Using DNA from the accident, Murdoc constructed a robot named Cyborg Noodle to replace the dead bandmate- but during On Melancholy Hill it was revealed that Noodle has been alive (she's been demon hunting this whole time) So! Murdoc is hiding on the island with 2-D in the basement, trying to avoid everyone he's ticked off. Anyway, Rhinestone Eyes is where it hits the fan and the Pirates, the Black Cloud, and The Boogieman all attack the island. Murdoc makes an escape. 2-D is eated by a whale.

Phase 4- Russel was imprisoned and used as an attraction by North Korea before he starved enough to shrink to normal size and was free to leave. Noodle spent more time doing things in Japan. 2-D was eaten by the whale that guarded him at Point Nemo, then was left stranded on an island and forced to eat whale until he was rescued. Murdoc might've been hiding in a submarine this whole time with Cyborg Noodle, it's unclear. Well, then they just sort of decided they wanted to be a band again and reunited to make a new album.

Phase 5- Murdoc went to jail, he was framed for smuggling, and Ace took his place. This phase was largely focused on 2-D dealing with his trauma and the #FreeMurdoc campaign.

Phase 6- Not much! They moved in to Studio 13. Murdoc is chilling out.

Phase 7- We don't quite know yet! They have moved into a new home above a Silver Lake with strange neighbours and that's about all we know. Besides the fact that Murdoc started a cult

Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong on anything or missed anything important!

#gorillaz #tw suicide mention #long post #not including everyones backstory #maybe ill make a separate post for that #murdoc niccals #murdoc gorillaz #2 d gorillaz #stuart pot #russel hobbs #russel gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #phase 1 #phase 2 #phase 3 #phase 4 #phase 5 #phase 6 #phase 7 #tw cult #plastic beach

[grim-faux]

“And the developers have mentioned that Mono took her into all those dangerous situations, so he can be pseudo hero.”

Wait, the developers actually said this?

yeah.

I think it was in the long interview they did when the game first came out. One of the prominent questions was, "Why did Six do it? [drop Mono]" And their answer was ambiguous, along the lines of, "Who knows why kids do the things they do."

I can't recall the topic which brought up the context behind Mono always 'saving' Six, and they didn't use the term hero or anything. Tarsier's team inferred that Six was in more danger from Mono, because he led her into these territories that were dangerous. And then finally, destroyed the music box to make her leave the Tower.

They're the creators and everything, and they know what the next installment will intend to give us in terms of story. But it's always weird when people say Six did nothing wrong, while Mono is still the same as her. They're both lil balls of hazard.

But if I misread or something, kindly correct me. It's been a year or so since I browsed the excerpt. Though I did latch onto that discussion piece, since it always rubbed me the wrong way.

EDIT

It could have been in one of the Twitter posts they made, because I recall the one about escapism and how it can be jarring for both characters involved - Six and Mono.

#little nightmares #six #mono #tarsier studios

[jinxquickfoot]

Just saw that you saw Dr Strange 2, thoughts? 👀

It took me a long time to put my thoughts together on this movie. I've never had such conflicting feelings about a Marvel property. 

To start positively, there was so much I enjoyed about this movie. The performances were stunning, the score was epic, and I really loved that they let Sam Raimi do his thing to the point where I wished they'd given it an R rating and let him Sam Raimi even harder. I did enjoy villain!Wanda, and I thought this film had some of the most original and creative fight scenes in the MCU so far, especially the music note scene. I was also impressed that they followed up the "Dormammu, I've come to bargain" ending of the first one with another creative solve from Stephen that showed character growth as opposed to a more straightforward fight scene as the third act closer.

But at the end of the day, I don't think this movie ever had a chance of escaping the truth that it was written to be one story, and then was reshot to be another. Because this story was worked out in reshoots and editing, and not on the page, we ended up with a lot of clunky exposition and convenient plot moments, and moments that were right for the structure or character arcs but didn't feel earned.

Some examples of that exposition include the memory lane scene, which I think is one of the worst 'here is the character backstory' ideas I've seen. Even having America and Stephen just talk to each other without the visuals would have felt more natural. Another offender was the "You never told me her name, did you?" line from Wanda, which is so cliche and overused that I physically rolled my eyes in the cinema. Another offender was Stephen giving us a rundown of how Mordo is his enemy when we've only seen this in one post-credits scene from years ago, and also just awful lines like America saying "You're my friend and you're killing me!" in the opening scene. Like yes...we can see he's doing that, you don't need to tell us.

And then there were the unearned moments. As much fun as I had watching the Scarlet Witch obliterate everyone, having a first act where we were shown Wanda being corrupted by the Darkhold instead of just being told it happened off-screen would have gone a long way. Even the premise itself is very clunky - there were plenty of options for Wanda that didn't include killing America, or traveling to a universe where her boys were orphans, and it was very odd that being with Vision as well wasn't part of her plan if she had (what seemed to be) infinite universes to choose from. The entire scene with Sinister Strange, with discussing Stephen's dead sister, and the falling dreams, and him killing other Stranges from other universes felt like it was a reveal scene from an entirely different movie. (Which, how cool and creepy would it have been for Stephen to have kept finding dead versions of himself that looked like they had been killed by Wanda, only to discover that it was another version of him who was the true enemy.)

Even the ending, which felt like the correct place for all the characters to end up in, didn't quite work. America came into her powers so quickly that it felt rushed. This movie wasn't even two hours long, they definitely could have added in more Stephen and America time to make this payoff between them really resonate. And, my least favorite part of the movie - Wanda's 'death' was so lazy. Either commit to it and show us a body, or show us her being alive in a post-credits scene. This felt so much like "We don't know what we want to do with her next, so we're going to leave it as open-ended as we can", and (for me at least) that robbed her sacrifice of any real meaning, as did Stephen's lack of comeuppance. He committed similar acts to Wanda (in terms of using the Darkhold) and giving him a third eye post-credits wasn't a satisfying payoff for that. It made the movie feel like it fizzled out instead of having an emotional resonance. And lastly - I wasn't expecting a ton of cameos in this movie, and I think it worked fine with the ones it had, but there were missed opportunities. The part where America and Stephen travel through all the universes in a row could have featured Lokis or more references to the comics or to What If. They could have included Ned learning magic during the final scene, esp. as a Ned and Wong show has been mentioned. After seeing No Way Home, which took so much love and care in its references and callbacks, the lack of those in MoM really highlighted that this movie wasn't as well-thought-out as it had the potential to be.

Overall, I think future Marvel properties are going to affect how I view this film as a whole. I'm really hoping Wanda isn't dead, that she'll show up in Agatha: House of Harkness or another property, and that the third Doctor Strange movie will give some much-needed context to scenes in the second one.

#doctor strange #doctor strange spoilers #mom #mom spoilers #multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness spoilers #marvel

[luciddreamingcroww]

Ramb Day1: Maladaptive daydreaming

Ramb is going to be a series of posts that I discuss, or better phrased, ramble, about topics that interest me and give my general pov of that topic :)

Ok so what is maladaptive daydreaming? Tbh I think that it can be best described as someone that uses daydreaming as escapism from the real world for large amount of time and that may effect: them, their personal time, their social life etc etc.

Warning!: btw these are going to be my own observations on the matter and I may have falsely observed some things so if I get anything wrong please correct me!

Also I'd say to not self diagnose just because u read 1 post on Tumblr but Md is not recognised as a disorder and there are still research done so do whatever ig just be careful and make sure to do your own research too!

+ I'm just a 16y/o that is just simply interested in phycology please don't take my words as facts pls

I have seen mainly on Tumblr about Maladaptive daydreaming being discussed frequently and I'd like to see if it can be recognised as a actuall mental disorder and how would it and were would it fit

First things first I've seen a pattern occuring while observing others experiences that may help with where would Md be pleased or can be seen as symptoms, and that is:

1.more often than not, it's involuntary and uncontrollable and it can be stimulated with a specific trigger (for example ones daydream can be more stimulated with music or different ambiance)

2. People started off with the intention of escapism but later on became uncontrollable. And for people that have gone through a traumatic experience often daydream parts of that event (and may not notice it or intend it)

3. A lot of times a particular scene can be played over and over again before going forward and so on.

4. For some, not all, walking/pacing it's nesessary.

5. The person may create a emotional bond to the world they daydream about and also become emotionally attached to characters in the daydream.

Out of all this observations I think that Md fits really well as more of a subcategory of dissociation (in other words, it can be seen as a dissociative disorder)

A dissociative disorder is defined as: "... characterized by an involuntary escape from reality characterized by a disconnection between thoughts, identity, consciousness and memory." Which is a really fitting description of what maladaptive daydreaming is, the only difference being is that a dissociative disorder is more of a umbrella term rather than a concrete disorder (ex of dissociative disorders: Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), Dissociative Amnesia, Depersonalization/Derealization Disorder etc)

Tbh this is mostly what I wanted to talk about, I hope that it cleared some things up and I hope u have a good day/night!!

#actually mdd #mdd thoughts #mdd #maladapting daydreaming disorder #actually maladaptive #maladaptive behaviors #maladaptive daydreaming

[jonathankatwhatever]

Continuing. On my way out the door, I suddenly heard the Lovin’ Spoonful’s Do You Believe and the words changed to do you believe in the magic in a young girl’s heart as she learns to love in a world that’s hard, and I started to cry. Partly because I feel that way and partly because I saw how you can save a melody and attach different lyrics to it, the same way I naturally have done since I was a child, and that explains the other end of that segment, and suddenly I’m inundated with thoughts because that’s the xyR where lyrics attach to melody. Isn’t that interesting. Not sure what it means, but it feels good.

Oh right, the difference is I began with either existing lyrics or existing forms, as opposed to new lyrics playing off existing forms, which is an I//I and my perspective was locked within the form. So when you really escaped form was rep, because you went through the process of defining the edge of genre, then sampled genres, then took over a genre while altering it in a more advanced method than before. And then used forms as posterboards for song creations. Now I’d say you’re into your Monet phase, both in softness and hardness.

You are the only artist who could actually change music in a fundamental manner by linking the classical traditions to the contemporary from the contemporary perspective, not the classical. Like when I hear Procul Harem, ignoring those lyrics, it’s the Bach which gives the perspective so it’s a song with largely dumb words whose melody fits work already done. It will be very difficult for anyone else to do that because they think in terms of adding strings within some genre, from that genre’s perspective. You could lift the bar very high, and that would be a tremendous boon. Imagine linking traditions together in a different space, one in which issues of authenticity are minimized, in which issues of respect are minimized, all because the music is done to a depth of work. Which you already do but within certain constraints that you are clearly realizing you have the power and ability to step beyond so you can be truly who you are. So thinking about this paragraph, it should read only artist who will.

Put these messages together and they make a gigantic bundle. If I’m correct and all this is coming to me because I’m correct, like I know the math is, then I’m starting to see a lot of amazing challenges for you to enjoy. The visions get clearer on my End, which means they’ve achieved clarity at your End, which I know is true because they come at me and render to me, and the odds are that the best they render is not the best you meant, where you in this case is how the messaging develops as it traverses, meaning it begins at your End and transforms into what I need at my End, with the process of working out efficient communication being grasping how to untangle the connections so they work well. That is the basic reason why the identities are commingled: look at the Is & Not calculus. A stable Is at base is one in which the pathways are entangled so the I//I consistently generates the entangled identity. Wow. That really is the basic explanation. I hit this years ago, but didn’t or couldn’t appreciate the depth of the meaning.

[manongtofi]

Take me back to November

Recently, as the year closes its end, Spotify released their most awaited once a year project called "Spotify Wrapped" wherein every user and listener are given recaps of their most listened artists, songs, and genres.

With me being a huge fan of music, I have always expressed my love for Spotify so you can only imagine my excitement in remembering my life throughout 2022. This retrograde revealed my most played song which is “November” by my favorite artist Tyler, the Creator.

I. The album that introduced me to Tyler, the Creator

In 2017, Tyler Gregory Okonma, known professionally as Tyler, the Creator, released his fourth album entitled “Flower Boy” containing 14 tracks.

Fans were in for a treat in this album, as it surprises the listeners expecting another aggressive, confrontational, and assertive Tyler project. Contrary to these assumptions, Flower Boy is a beautifully colored and meditative cut, scattered with a collage of memories and daydreams. Bombarded with musically-inclined harmonies and deeply personal lyrics, this project serves to be Tyler’s course-correction that focuses on reflection and self-improvement.

As Tyler produces and masters his own music, he perfectly controlled the emotion and atmosphere that explored loneliness, isolation, and disorientation. With the tracks balancing the pull of nostalgia and the necessity for growth, track 12 “November” comes into play.

II. Month 11 of a year – Track 12 of Flower Boy

In this extremely personal song by Tyler, he longs for the month November.

Depicting it as a better time in his life, Tyler reminisces about the past in a nostalgic fashion. He continues to delve deeper into his insecurities and paranoia, worried about his talent to stay as a top-tier artist, and his ability to maintain friendships given his sexuality.

With negative thoughts creeping up his mind, Tyler escapes reality through his memories of the best time of his life, his teenage days hanging out with his friends at skateparks. As an interlude, we hear scattered and dreamy vocals of various artists saying their personal “November.”

With the track reaching its denouement, Tyler’s desire to time travel back to experience again his joyous and carefree past was signified by the lyrics:

III. Reflection

Backtrack to why this was my most listened song of the year. I don’t really know why. My prior experiences and years in the month of November was nothing special. November is a great track that tackles relevant issues but it is not by any means my favorite. In my opinion, Tyler has made several tracks that surpass this in terms of musicality, lyrics, and feeling.

However, as this month concluded, I realized the impact of a nostalgic November. Similar to Tyler, my previous years were spent isolated, with a mind crippled with anxiety and insecurities. The pandemic served as a fertilizer to a plant called “paranoia,” continuously feeding the mind negative thoughts which lead to a different me.

With time passing by, the new normal comes into effect reintroducing face-to-face classes which greatly affected me. Comes with the third month of blended learning, the things that I missed during the pandemic are steadily coming back.

With the bond growing stronger between my classmates and I, my friendship with childhood acquaintances, and the revival of my old joyful self, this month was surely one for the books. Full of uncountable beautiful moments that solidified my relationship with people after a 3-year imprisonment in my household.

I really cannot express my love for the family that surrounds me through words, but this song perfectly captures my emotion and feelings at this very moment.

Thank you Tyler, for in a year full of challenges and difficulties, you made me realize my home and my escape. I miss it already, take me back to November.

[milquetoast-on-acid]

OMG My girl is posting new music!!! Just blow me away why don’t you? Do yourself a favor and listen to this! I’m so glad that Nahoko Kakiage is back and making her gorgeous gorgeous music again! Pure Goddess of Music! Girl loves her dramatic music! Does this mean we are getting a new album? This song is so beautiful. 

IF you love trip/hop, electronica or European classical...please listen!

#queen of classical crossover #classical meets trip/hop #classical crossover #electronica #nahoko kakiage #if you've heard her music than you know what i'm talking about #girl hits you in the face with all of the feels #i can't imagine what it would be like to listen to her live with a full orchestra in the background #i would cry my eyes out #girl loves her deep ass bass #and her sad sad strings #and her classical choral #which the correct musical term escapes me.

[plan-d-to-i]

(google translate again, yeah)

(I forgot to thank you for the last answer, I really didn't know that the drama used the music of my compatriot, it was a pleasant surprise for me)

I don't know if anyone has asked you this before, but do you think JC was good with WWX as a kid?

I mean not just their childhood, but the time of their training in Gusu.

I really love JC, and I understand perfectly well that he is the most dick in character, but I love him precisely during my studies at Gusu, I can not give any arguments that then JC was directly GOOD to WWX, but he is clearly cared a little about him and even ... worried? at least that moment after the punishment where JC helped WWX get to the room...

Yay - I'm so happy to hear about Stravinsky :)

Hahah loving jc as the dick that he is is the way to do it! go for it. :) also, sorry this was so delayed I wanted to reread the Cloud Recesses arc so it would be fresh in my mind before answering.

In terms of jc the Cloud Recesses arc is perhaps the most 'mellow' we see him aside from the Lotus Pod Extra but for me it's still impossible to find him a worthwhile person. I can already see the faults in his character that I know will only get worse as he grows older. Canonically I don't see how he would have any friends studying in the Cloud Recesses if he didn't come as a package deal w Wei Wuxian. I mean I doubt jiang cheng would have any friends without WWX period. In fact jiang cheng doesn't make any friends over the course of 13 years. He's also unable to find a wife bc of his temperament and behavior...

What we can glean about their relationship in the Cloud Recesses arc (and even the Lotus Pod Extra) is that any time WWX gets a kind word or understanding from someone, jiang cheng scoffs at it. Any time someone shits on WWX, jc is there to agree, to relish the idea of WWX being punished, and shit on him some more. He would be an immensely exhausting person to be around. He doesnt believe in WWX's ideas and ingenuity, (as NHS does for example), he doesn't believe WWX is hurt, he always assumes the worst of him, he doesn't believe LWJ might like WWX. The only thing he ever seems to believe is that WWX will dishonor YunmengJiang and that WWX should be punished. So for a kid who supposedly wants his father's approval so badly he instead constantly acts like his mother's mouthpiece/minion. He reprimands WWX like he's trying to become Madam Yu 2.0. I see jc stans all the time being like oh he had to keep WWX in check bc WWX was such a lOOooose canon, for the good of the Clan!! lol listen JFM didn't give a f...about WWX's behavior (in his letter to LQR) why are you so concerned? JFM would have preferred for jc to try & save his peers in the Xuanwu cave or at least to understand why that was the correct course of action rather than for him to just sit in front of the class in the Cloud Recesses and tell WWX off for giving LQR as good as he got, while actually still breaking the rules himself but eschewing punishment.

salt up here, quotes below :

Even when Nie Huaisang picks up on the fact that WWX is being treated unfairly by LQR, jc dismisses it and piles on WWX instead.

Nie Huaisang said, “Old Man Lan really seems like he’s coming down especially harshly on you. Every time he reprimands someone, it’s always you.” Jiang Cheng grunted. “He deserves it. What kind of answer was that? He can get away with saying that sort of nonsense at home, but he had the nerve to say it to Lan Qiren’s face. He was practically asking for the old man to kill him!”

But does WWX get away with ANYTHING in Lotus Pier? When we know he is punished constantly for EVERYTHING? This is jiang cheng fully being his mother's mouth piece. It's not something WWX would get away with, it's something jc knows JFM wouldn't mind. Which is why he's so pissed off. Which begs the question if JFM would not be upset with WWX's behavior why does jc need to criticize him? Again :

A dark expression shadowed Jiang Cheng’s face, and his voice was filled with anger. “Why are you so proud of yourself? What is there to be proud of?! Is being told to get out some amazing accomplishment? You’re making our entire clan lose face!”

and his glee at the idea that WWX will be punished leaves a bad taste in one's mouth considering how WWX was perpetually punished in Lotus Pier by jiang cheng's mother for... existing.

Jiang Cheng smiled grimly. “Now that you’ve thoroughly offended both Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren, you’re basically dead tomorrow. No one’s going to clean up your corpse either.”

and again

Without the old one, only the young one remained. This would be easy to deal with! Wei Wuxian rolled off the bed and laughed while putting on his boots. “Heaven’s charmed clouds are blessing me with shade.” Jiang Cheng was beside him polishing his sword with loving care when he decided to spill cold water over Wei Wuxian’s head. “Just wait until he gets back. You can’t escape punishment.”

Where others like NHS see value in WWX's thoughts

Nie Huaisang thought for a while. “Actually, I thought what you said was very interesting,” he said, not entirely able to hide his envy and yearning.

jc is always dismissive of WWX's ideas. These are inventions that WWX realizes. Demonic cultivation in the first conversation and The Spirit-Attraction Flag and The Compass of Evil in the second:

“Enough,” Jiang Cheng warned. “Whatever nonsense you spout, you better not head down that sort of dark road.”

-

Changing the topic, Wei Wuxian said, “If only there was something like fishing bait that could draw the water ghosts in. Or, something that could point in the direction they’re hiding, like a compass, that sort of thing.”

“Lower your head and watch the water,” Jiang Cheng said. “You’re letting your fantasies run wild again. Concentrate on looking for water ghosts like you’re supposed to.”

“Hey, mounting swords and flying was also only a fantasy once!” Wei Wuxian said.

He's also a hypocrite. Because even though he berates WWX for misbehaving, he himself breaks the rules. He drinks, he even goads WWX into buying liquor, the only difference is that he doesn't get punished for it, and he doesn't feel like coming forward and getting punished for it :

Naturally, Jiang Cheng was too embarrassed to talk about what Wei Wuxian had been up to. After all, all of them had egged him on to go and buy alcohol, and they all deserved to be punished as well. He could only speak vaguely. “It’s nothing. It’s nothing. It’s not that bad! He can walk. Wei Wuxian, why haven’t you gotten off yet?”

It's no wonder WWX is so impressed by LWJ's integrity in spite of his social status, when he's clearly used to the other dynamic :

“Lan Zhan, I really admire you,” Wei Wuxian said sincerely. “After I told you that you had to punish yourself too, you actually did it. You didn’t let yourself off at all. I can’t argue against that.”

A dynamic which is shown repeating in the Lotus Pod Extra where WWX is the only one to get punished for sunbathing, and which repeats here when Wei Wuxian here stops jiang cheng from confronting Zixuan over YanLi's honor (and jc's) and does it himself.

Zixuan :“Why don’t you ask what about her could make me satisfied?” he said in return.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng rose. Wei Wuxian pushed him away and stepped between them, smiling coldly. “You think you’re very satisfactory? As though you have the right to be so picky!”

Zixuan: “If she’s unhappy, then let her break off the engagement! I certainly don’t cherish your wonderful disciple-sister. If you cherish her so much, why don’t you take it up with your father? Doesn’t he love you more than his own son?”

After hearing the last sentence, Jiang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, and Wei Wuxian was no longer able to contain his own fury. He flew at Jin Zixuan, his fist raised.

WWX takes the punishment alone. Same way he offers to do when he hurts himself falling from a tree because jc threatened him with dogs. meanwhile jc is gleeful to see him being punished.

[Wei Wuxian] was kneeling on the stretch of pebble road to which Lan Qiren had assigned him when Jiang Cheng walked over from afar and mocked him. “You’re kneeling so obediently.”

“It’s not like you don’t know I have to do this all the time.” Wei Wuxian’s voice filled with schadenfreude. “But this Jin Zixuan guy, there’s no way he hasn’t been pampered and spoiled rotten since birth. No one’s ever forced him to kneel, I’m sure of it. If he doesn’t wind up crying for mommy and daddy today, I’m not named Wei.”....

Wei Wuxian "...It’s a good thing you didn’t do anything.”

“I was going to. If you hadn’t pushed me away, the other side of Jin Zixuan’s face would be hideous too.”

“Stop it. His face is uglier for being lopsided."

WWX is happy to have spared jc from getting into trouble but jc makes the whole thing about himself anyway (like everything else ever) and is upset JFM would rush over for WWX - in his mind. Even though JFM clearly had to rush over to meet with Jin Guangshan not to coddle WWX in any way.

"Jiang Fengmian had never rushed to another clan in less than a day because of him. Regardless of whether what happened was big or small, or good or bad." Never

WWX on the other hand tries to be observant of jc's feelings and reassure him & distract him from his moods :

When Wei Wuxian saw Jiang Cheng’s melancholy expression, he thought he was still upset with what Jin Zixuan said. “You should leave. You don’t need to keep me company any longer. If Lan Wangji comes again, he’ll catch you. If you have time, you should find Jin Zixuan and watch his pitiful kneeling.”

Later in the book after nearly dying in the Xuanwu cave WWX leaves his sick bed to run after jc and comfort him after his mother's rant, even though WWX had to listen to his parents (and himself) being slandered by YZY. jc doesn't spare any thoughts for how other people might be feeling or suffering. His entire perception of the world is centered around himself. To him even WWX's greatest fear doesn't generate empathy, only amusement or later on a form of torture.

From that point onward, they made trouble everywhere together, and if they encountered a dog, Jiang Cheng would always chase it away for him, then enjoy a peal of derisive, unbridled laughter at Wei Wuxian’s expense beneath whichever tree the boy had leapt atop.

he grew up on the streets, often having to fight for food with vicious dogs. After several bites and chases, he gradually became extremely scared of all dogs, no matter the size. Jiang Cheng laughed at him because of this quite a lot of times.

This brings me to the last point. jc's resentment of WWX's interest in Lan Zhan, or in a serious friendship outside of him. I see so many ppl say that bc WWX fought he was kicked out of the Cloud Recesses early... but was he?

Jiang Cheng was somewhat taken aback. “Lan Wangji? What was he doing here? He still has the nerve to come see you again?”

“Yeah, I think his bravery is laudable if he still has the nerve to come see me. His uncle probably told him to check on me and see if I was kneeling properly.”

Jiang Cheng’s instincts were sending him ominous signals. “So were you kneeling properly?”

“I was then,” Wei Wuxian replied. “But I waited for him to walk away a bit, then took a tree branch, lowered my head, and dug out a hole in the dirt near me. It’s the pile right by your foot—there are ant tunnels there. It took me so much effort to find them. Anyway, I waited for him to turn back and see my shoulders shaking. He had to have thought I was crying, so he came back and asked. You should have seen his face when he caught sight of the ant tunnels!

“…” Jiang Cheng said, “Why don’t you just get the hell out and go back to Yunmeng? I bet he never wants to see you again.”

Thus, that evening, Wei Wuxian packed up his things, got the hell out, and went back to Yunmeng with Jiang Fengmian.

Repeatedly throught his stay in the Cloud Recesses even while NHS was observing that LWJ's behavior around WWX was strange and unique, jc was telling WWX he is hated and bothersome. When WWX wanted to apologize to LWJ jc is completely dismissive of it :

“He hates me already? I was thinking of apologizing to him,” Wei Wuxian said.

“Oh, so you want to apologize now? It’s too late!” Jiang Cheng said derisively. “He’s exactly like his uncle. He thinks you’ve been wicked ever since you were an embryo, so it’s beneath his dignity to pay you any attention.”

Later on when WWX mentioned wanting to invite LWJ to Lotus Pier jc categorically says no.

“Jiang Cheng had on a stern expression, “Let’s make this clear. I don’t want him to come, anyhow. Don’t invite him.”

BONUS

jc also always doubts WWX. He suspects him immediately of wrongdoings. He doesn't believe that getting hit with the discipline ruler in Cloud Recesses actually hurt him until LXC confirms that WWX might take more than a few days to heal. He doesn't understand WWX is in actual trouble from the Waterborne abyss and assumes he's fooling around luckily Lan Zhan is there to rescue him:

The disciple’s lower body had already been swallowed by the black whirlpool. It spun faster and faster, and he continued to sink deeper and deeper, as though something hidden beneath the water was pulling down on his legs.

Mounted on Sandu, Jiang Cheng had risen calmly until he was about sixty meters above the whirlpool before he looked down. Filled with displeasure at what he saw, he shouted and dove down. “What are you up to now?!”

The suction force inside Lake Biling grew ever stronger. Wei Wuxian’s sword was optimized for agility, and consequently, its strength happened to fall just short, and they were nearly pulled to the surface of the lake. Wei Wuxian steadied himself and held on to Su She with both hands.

“Someone help! If I can’t pull him up soon, I’ll have to let go!” he shouted.

Suddenly, the back of Wei Wuxian’s collar tightened, and his body was lifted into the air. He twisted his neck and saw Lan Wangji holding him up with one hand.

He maintains this same mindset when he tries to whip LWJ and WWX as they're attempting to leave Lotus Pier after the ancestral hall confrontation when WWX passes out.

Is jc evil in the Cloud Recesses ? No. He's just an annoying, basic, disagreeable asshole who doesn't bring anything positive to someone like WWX. People like jc become obsessed with kind, outgoing, generous people, people who don't set boundaries on what they give and what others take in their friendships. Even though they're dependent on them for their social interactions, because who else would socialize with them willingly, they resent them in equal measure, but at the same time they wouldn't be drawn to another selfish, self centered piece of shit person like themselves.

On a personal note, even Cloud Recesses jiang cheng is someone I would exclude from any personal friend group. Friendship with him is adding a minefield of jealousies and snide comments to every interaction. Things that then others will need to compensate around because he won't compromise or empathize w issues outside of his own concerns.

Translation source : x

#This is long af because I wanted to have one post where I included everything #I’ve bitched about jc’s behavior in the cloud recesses for a long time so it was time to put down the quotes #mdzs #Cloud Recesses #Lan Wangji #Wei Wuxian #Nie Huaisang #jiang cheng

[absolutepokemontrash]

You don't need to write this if you dont want too because it's up to you but this is something wholsome

WHAT IF L!MC M!M & BBY A!MC BECOME BABIES AND THERE EVEONES HAS TO CARE FOR THEM,

I apologize for having such horrible writing and grammer. I never payed attention in school, nor could I afford to pay attention 👉😎👉

Bro I feel you on the not paying attention in school thing. Fear not, dearest asker, ask for demon babies, and since I am a merciful writer, you shall receive.

Oh Shit, Half-Demon Babies are Running Amok Send Diapers and Help-

Mini summary for the casual reader, L!MC is Lucifer’s half demon child who got summoned into the Devildom to be one of the human exchange students, M!MC is Mammon’s half demon kid, and A!MC is Asmo’s. Let’s get to the fic!

Ah, what a relaxing day... Lucifer was sitting back in his desk chair, enjoying a nice glass of Demonus and listening to one of his favourite cursed vinyls. He had done a damn good job on his work earlier and Diavolo had insisted there was no more work to be done and he could have the weekend all to himself.

Of course, his brothers were still a factor that could have ruined his me-time... on any other weekend! Satan had just gotten a new encyclopedia to read, so he wouldn’t be causing any trouble, Beel and Belphie were going to take that Devildom food tour, Mammon and M!MC were planning on spending the entire weekend shopping, Asmo and A!MC were going up to the human world on Saturday and staying until Sunday, and Levi... He got a sudden burst of inspiration for his Animal Crossing Island and most likely wouldn’t be leaving his room for the next month. Lastly, L!MC wouldn’t be causing any problems, his child would probably spend their time with him rambling about musicals or anime they had seen, and Lucifer found their intense interest very adorable.

Ah... peace and quiet...

...

...why did Lucifer hear crying?

There, standing in the entrance hall of the House of Lamentation, was Solomon, holding three screaming babies.

What, and I cannot stress this enough, THE HELL?!

“Ah, Lucifer,” Solomon attempted to wave hello, but needing to continue to bounce one of the babies on his hip kind of hindered the gesture, not that Lucifer wanted a wave at that moment. “I’m sure you have questions.”

After everyone had gathered into the living room, Solomon explained how a spell gone awry had hit L!MC, M!MC, and A!MC with the effect of turning the three into the screaming infants that stood (or... awkwardly sprawled out) in front of them.

On the bright side, the spell only had a timespan of roughly two days, so they wouldn’t be stuck like that forever.

Everyone sat in silence for a few minutes (save for the babies, who were still either crying or incoherently babbling) as they processed that information. Lucifer, ever the flawless older brother and leader, stood up and clapped his hands together once.

“Alright then, everyone cancel your weekend plans, we need to deal with this.”

Lucifer’s dearest little brothers all whined in protest, Satan in particular. “They’re not our kids, why do Belphie, Beel, Levi, and I need to cancel our plans?!”

“Satan,” Lucifer said sternly. “You don’t remember this, but it took six people to take care of one of you. The kids may only be half demons but there are three of them. We need all hands on deck. Besides, if you all want someone to blame, blame Solomon.”

Everyone turned and levelled their practically murderous glared at the sorcerer, who suddenly pulled baby A!MC into his lap and began to rock them back and forth.

“I have never felt more unsafe.” Solomon laughed nervously. “But you wouldn’t kill me while I’m holding my not-child would you?”

Asmo stomped over and snatched A!MC away from Solomon. “I can’t believe you- ACK! A!MC! Stop drooling!”

A!MC had a long trail of drool coming out of their mouth which caused Asmo to shriek and hold A!MC at arms length away. “Stop that! That’s gross, A!MC, you know better.”

The adorable baby continued to babble and drool.

Mammon picked up M!MC, who almost immediately stopped crying upon seeing Mammon’s watch, they began making grab hands at it. “Ah, ya want the watch?”

M!MC squealed in delight as Mammon dangled the watch above them, Mammon was delighted that his little brat still had their expensive taste, even as a baby. “Hey, look at me! I’m doin’ pretty good! Suck it, Asmo!”

As Asmo and Mammon bickered, Lucifer took the time to look at L!MC, they pulled at Lucifer’s tie and hummed to themselves. They were mind numbingly cute despite the screeching they were doing earlier. The sight tugged at the cold spot where Lucifer’s heart should have been, he had missed this part of his child’s life... maybe just that weekend he’d get a chance to-

“Solomon where do you think you’re going?” Lucifer was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed the shifty bastard trying to make his escape. “You’re staying to help manage this nonsense.”

—————

A!MC may have been an absolute ray of sunshine normally, but as a baby, they definitely lived up to the term demon-spawn.

A!MC would scream, cry and pitch a fit if they didn’t get what they wanted immediately, not that they had any way of articulating what they wanted because they were a god damn baby! Asmo and Solomon were at the point where they were just holding stuff out to A!MC to see if it would make them stop crying.

“Come on butterfly, don’t you like this... antique perfume bottle?” Asmo asked, A!MC took one look at it, then burst into flames and started wailing again. “For the love of my father WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”

Now there were two sobbing messes in the room, and one was on fire. Solomon quickly magically took care of A!MC’s little fire problem (the baby was fiiiiiiine, demon babies light themselves on fire all the time!), picked A!MC up, sat down on Asmo’s bed, and snapped his fingers. Tiny balls of light gently floated into the air around the three, Asmo looked up from his pity party upon hearing A!MC stop their crying.

“See, you still like my magic, even as a baby, right A!MC?” Solomon asked, A!MC looked around in silent wonder, trying to reach up and touch the lights.

“Oh Solomon, this almost makes me forgive you for screwing up my weekend plans...” Asmo sighed in relief, he sat next to Solomon and pulled A!MC into his lap. “Not very colourful though, is it? Let me fix that.”

Asmo smiled as his own magic added streaks of colour, it was like their very own private showing of the northern lights. A!MC had on one of those goofy baby smiles that can make even the grumpiest person smile back.

Solomon and Asmo shaped some of the lights into shapes and animals, Asmo let a pink butterfly land on A!MC’s nose, much to their adorable delight.

“And that one’s a bird, and that one’s a giraffe,”

“That’s an alpaca.”

“Sorry, an alpaca with a weirdly long neck, oh! And a sheep!” Asmo looked down at his lap where A!MC sat and tickled their sides. “Everyone likes sheep!”

He then quickly shaped a ball of light into a scorpion and made it scuttle into A!MC’s lap. “But I have to say, scorpions are the best.”

The fifth born sighed in contentment as their sweet little hellspawn continued to watch the magic show. Never in his life did Asmodeus ever think he’d be this happy holding a baby, usually babies were things he thought should be handled with hazmat suits, but not at that moment. His little butterfly truly did have him wrapped around their finger.

“Asmo, hey, Asmo,” Asmo looked over at Solomon, who had a glowing triangle over one of his eyes. “Would you like to join my secret society?”

“Solomon, you are ruining the moment.”

——————

“C’mon kiddo! Eat your damn food!” Mammon once again tried to shove the spoon into his kid’s mouth with the same result as the 50 previous attempts.

“YUCKY!” M!MC shouted and slapped the spoon away.

“Here,” Beel took the spoon from Mammon. “Maybe it’s yucky like they said.”

Beel ate what was on the spoon, then smiled brightly. “You can really taste the mango!”

“See bud..? Beel likes it.” Mammon gestured at Beel, who was eating the entire jar of baby food as Belphie watched in amusement. He was such an asset to the team. “Beel! They need to eat!”

“Fine, let me try.” Belphie grabbed another spoon, and waved it in M!MC’s face. “Here comes the airplane... whoosh... whoosh...”

M!MC didn’t budge, Belphie knitted his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine, be that way.”

Levi pushed open the door to the kitchen, and upon seeing the scene before him, immediately turned and tried to leave. “Nope! Food isn’t worth getting spit up all over me-”

Mammon lunged forward, grabbed the back of Levi’s jacket and practically yanked him into the kitchen, he slapped a spoon into his hand and smiled. “C’mon, do a favour for your super great big brother!”

The third born looked at M!MC, who defiantly stared back at him, the baby had the upper hand and the little brat knew it. Babies were so much cuter in anime...

Levi nervously stepped forward and held out the spoon like a weapon. “O-okay M-M-M!MC... you need to eat your food... pls... pls eat.”

M!MC said nothing, they only did what most babies did.

...

They spun their head 90 degrees until the back of their head was all Levi could see.

Everyone in the kitchen stood in complete silence, until Mammon jumped a foot in the air and started screaming bloody murder. “MY BABY!”

He dove forward and scooped M!MC up in his arms, the baby, obviously freaked out by the sudden loud noise, had begun to cry.

“It’s okay! It’s okay! Uh... uh...” Mammon looked around frantically. “Hush little baby don’t say a word... papas gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don’t sing, papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring... and if that diamond ring is brass, butitwon’tbebecauseyouroldmanwouldn’tgetcheatedlikethat-”

M!MC spun their head back to its correct position, but their crying sounds were now several octaves lower... It sounded like if someone put a baby in the Darth Vader mask but without the weird breathing sounds...

Mammon looked to Belphie. “I’m blankin’ on nursery rhymes! Ya hafta know some kid songs!”

Belphie, after being put on the spot, suddenly forgot every single nursery rhyme and lullaby any of his brothers had ever sung to him. Oh! A song popped into his head! He could sing that!

“Lizzie Borden took an axe, gave her mother forty whacks, when she saw what she had done, she gave her father forty one-”

“Not that one!” Mammon squeaked, holding M!MC closer to him. M!MC’s voice had returned to normal, the next problem is that they were only speaking in infernal. “Somethin’ else!”

“There was an old lady who swallowed a fly,” Beel began to sing. “I don’t know why she swallowed that fly... I forgot the rest of the song...”

“Dammit... Leviiiiii!” Mammon wheezed, desperately trying to calm the angrily growling M!MC. “Sing! Sing anything!”

“A-anything?” Only one song came to mind. “Uh um... With the doors of heaven and Hell barred, there is no other but the guard, Master of the Hellish Yard...”

Mammon lit up and nodded like Levi had just offered him a million Grimm. “Aw hell yeah! This song!”

He handed M!MC to Beel and began to dance and sing next to Levi, who had really gotten into the song as well!

“With those sins that you've committed, If you pay you'll be acquitted, and your crimes all permitted,” the two paused for dramatic effect before both belting out the best line in the song.

“ONLY ONES WITH CASH DO WELL, WELL AT LEAST IN HELL!”

As Levi and Mammon continued to sing, M!MC became so entranced by the dance, that they stopped their demonic babbling and just watched the second and third born dance and sing the English cover of an old vocaloid song. Belphie and Beel made brief confused eye contact to make sure the other twin was seeing the same thing.

The duo finished the song and took a bow, Beel lightly tapped M!MC’s chubby baby hands together to make it look like they were clapping. It was enough for Mammon and Levi.

“Thank you, thank you,” Mammon said. “We’ll be here forever, next show ain’t free.”

“We should sing The Tailor on Enbizaka next!”

“Levi! No! That song is like... seven minutes long!”

“Hey, morons,” Belphie stuck his thumb at M!MC. “They still haven’t eaten.”

Mammon’s triumphant expression dropped right to the floor. “Ah fuck...”

——————

“Satan, where’s L!MC-” Lucifer looked up at the ceiling of Satan’s room and his jaw dropped. “WHAT ARE THEY DOING UP THERE?!”

“I can’t get them down!” Satan hissed back.

L!MC. L!MC the BABY. They were on the ceiling. They were sitting upside down on the ceiling like it was an average Friday. Lucifer was too old for this shit...

“L!MC.” Lucifer held out his arms, L!MC squinted at him, that’s when Lucifer remembered L!MC was practically blind without their glasses. “L!MC, it’s your father, come here.”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried calling them down like that?!” Satan spat as he quickly ran a hand through his hair.

Lucifer shot a glare at Satan, then Lucifer heard something that nearly made his (lack of) heart stop. Oh no- L!MC was yawning-

L!MC yawned and suddenly detached from the ceiling. Lucifer and Satan both dove forward to catch L!MC, which culminated in one of Satan’s piles of books falling down, but with L!MC safe and sound.

“Damn it.” Satan grumbled as Lucifer shifted to properly hold L!MC. “This is going to take forever to clean...”

“That was clean?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow as L!MC began to fuss slightly.

Satan growled and rolled his eyes. “Yes, it was clean thank you very much. I knew exactly where everything was.”

The cat that unofficially ruled the House of Lamentation pranced into Satan’s room like it didn’t have a care in the world, it began to bat at one of the loose papers that had been scattered around the floor. Detective Toe Beans, you’re an esteemed detective, and technically RAD’s mascot, stop that!

Satan scooped up the cat and began to put the books back in the pile, when Lucifer noticed a familiar, beat-up old book lying near the bottom of the pile.

“Ah, I remember this book,” Lucifer leaned down and picked it up, showing the cover to L!MC, who didn’t seem very interested and continued petting the fur part of Lucifer’s jacket. “It’s good for a bedtime story, right L!MC?”

Lucifer tucked the book under his arm and turned to leave when Satan practically shot upwards. “If you think you can just take that out of my room, you’re completely delusional.”

“Are you seriously going to whine about getting a bedtime story for L!MC?”

“CAT!” L!MC looked over Lucifer’s shoulder and reached for Detective Toe Beans. “CAT!”

“Yes L!MC, cat.” Lucifer whispered to them, then turned back to Satan. “And if I’m remembering correctly, I used to read this to you. Do you really want to deprive poor L!MC of bedtime stories from me?”

“Pff... deprive...” Satan rolled his eyes and huffed. “I’d be saving them. You were the only one who never did any voices for the characters, I was bored to sleep.”

Satan walked forward and swiped the book from Lucifer. “If anyone’s reading L!MC a bedtime story, it should be me. I’m twice the storyteller you’ll ever be.”

Lucifer scoffed. “Ridiculous. We’ll both read L!MC a story and they can tell us who did best when they get back to normal.”

“Fine by me.”

The three (four if you count Bean) were soon seated on the couch in Lucifer’s room. Lucifer took the first story.

Satan listened along and absentmindedly pet Bean, hearing a story he had heard over and over again had managed to bring back memories of a time where he had significantly less control over his wrath. Every night he’d demand a bedtime story or he’d throw a tantrum unlike anything the Devildom had ever seen.

The eldest was always there to swoop in and read Satan a story whenever the little ball of seething rage looked ready to kill the unfortunate brother who told him it was bedtime.

It had gotten to the point that Satan could recite most of the stories in the book completely by heart. He chuckled under his breath as he remembered the time he matter of factly told Lucifer that he’d be reading him the bedtime story that night and proceeded to pretend to read the story of The Hydra and the Pufferfish. He hadn’t actually learned to read, much to Lucifer’s dismay, Satan just memorized what to say and when to turn the pages.

Though, it was apparently impressive enough at the time to warrant a head pat from Lucifer.

The fourth born leaned closer to Lucifer to get a better look at the book’s illustrations. They were always slightly off and strange looking, much like the pictures in the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark book that L!MC had given Satan for his birthday.

Lucifer abruptly stopped reading.

“Why’d you stop?” Satan looked up at Lucifer, then over at L!MC. Aw... Satan didn’t even get a chance to read...

“Our audience has fallen asleep.” Lucifer stifled a yawn and prepared to close the book, Satan quickly shoved his hand on the page to stop him.

“You started reading,” Satan looked away and grumbled. “So at least finish the story...”

Lucifer smirked and opened the book back up. “If you insist, Satan.”

————————

Yayyyyy! Babies! I’m sure the three get back to normal by Monday... hopefully...

Here’s a link to the song Levi and Mammon are singing!

I hope you all enjoyed! As of the time I’m posting this, the next set of Lessons 1-5 Headcanons will be out tomorrow at 8:30 pm EST.

#I hope at least some of you know what song Levi and Mammon are singing... #Obey me #Obey me! #obey me fic #Obey me Satan #Obey me MC #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Solomon #Obey me Leviathan #obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! beelzebub #Obey me! Satan #obey me! belphegor #Obey me! Asmodeus #Obey me! Solomon

[milkyway-writes]

i’m not ready for that s.r.

pairing: Steve Rogers x black!Reader (anyone could read though)

summary: Even though Steve has been living in modern times for a couple of years now, he still finds himself not used to the present, especially when it comes to women. But when he meets you, an outspoken girl who completely embodies the kind of woman “he’s not ready for,” Steve is forced to reevaluate what he wants.

warnings: 18+, explicit language, dry humping, unprotected sex, sex in a hotel room, a small age gap (but not mentioned much), probably some typos and/or bad grammar, disregard for card games and 60′s music

word count: 2,828

author’s note: This is my first time writing a fic! So, tell me what you think and if you’d like more stuff from me. 

After waking up in a world filled with people dressed in unfamiliar clothing, using confusing language, and carrying around these tiny devices they called “phones,” Steve experienced the expected amount of disassociation. He said things which earned him weird looks, struggled to understand modern references, and sometimes secretly wished he could just go back to his own time. 

But if anything, Steve Rogers was determined. 

He kept a notepad to track the new things he learned and reviewed them in his spare time. He made an effort to listen to the radio and watch popular TV shows. Steve even managed to tailor his wardrobe to a certain degree. Except for the khakis. The khakis were essential. 

Despite his acclimation and newfound understanding of the 21st century, Steve still struggled with women. And in all honesty, he doesn’t even feel that open to dating. He’s completely content with simply working and living his life, romance not much of a priority of his. 

But Natasha keeps pushing it. 

“What about that girl from accounting?” she says, “Laura, Lisa…”

"Lillian,” Steve answers, “lip piercing, right?" 

"Yeah, she's cute."

"Yeah, I'm not ready for that.”

•••••

So, when you show up with a total disregard for authority, a smile that could fool the devil, and a snarky attitude all complete with a cute little nose piercing, Steve doesn’t quite know what to do with you. 

Your words are much bolder than any woman he knew from the 40’s. You behave with a certain level of confidence and self-assuredness that it’s impossible to believe that you’re only in your twenties. And you don’t shy away from showing men up, never one to hold your tongue. Steve notices that you don’t mind interrupting people. You seem to get a glint in your eye each time he clenches his jaw after you’ve cut him off. 

Everything about you is overwhelming to Steve. 

Any time he tries to correct you, you scoff, blowing air through your plump lips. Always rolling those brown eyes in annoyance. (It makes Steve want to scream.)

Nothing is ever easy with you. There is always a rebuttal, or some type of teasing remark, or simply a look that tells him “you can’t tell me what to do.” It enrages him. Steve doesn’t think he has ever met a person who could find a way to fight him on every single thing.

Now, as he looks at you standing with your hands on your hips, freshly-manicured nails on display, Steve wonders how he’ll ever manage to get through to you.

•••••

You hadn’t known much about Captain America before you’d agreed to work with him and Natasha when S.H.I.E.L.D. started falling apart. 

You had been working for the agency for a while now, assisting in the capture of criminal individuals as a sort of immunity for your own crimes. Your skills were too valuable to waste, and honestly, they knew you’d escape any prison they put you in anyway. Despite this, you weren’t the most reliable. 

You often took risks, and your youth raised a sort of concern amongst other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. No one trusted a girl whose main motivation to be an agent was to avoid prison. And because of this, Nick Fury did not bring you on for the Avengers Initiative right away. You needed time to grow, time to figure out your priorities. 

For two years, you focused on your development, learning how to control your abilities and use them most effectively, and in the meantime, you only took on small missions. You were happy with this, so happy that when Fury began reaching out to you with the intent to bring you back on for more advanced missions, you promptly avoided them.

One quiet afternoon, you were feeling the soil of your succulent, trying to figure out if the plant needed watering when you got the call that Nick Fury was pronounced dead. 

Immediately, your stomach dropped. 

Your mind was racing as you rushed to the hospital, hoping that this was all some sick joke. A test. Something Fury had comprised to teach you a lesson. 

Natasha noticed as you stood frozen at the door of the hospital room. Your heart ached seeing him lie there lifeless. 

While you pretended that you didn’t care about him, Fury had always been important to you. He had given you a second chance when you didn’t even think you deserved it. He saw potential in you when others saw you as a delinquent. This grief, coupled with the knowledge that S.H.I.E.L.D. had been compromised, led you to agree to work with Natasha and her new friend, Steve Rogers. 

•••••

Since the beginning, your presence had been an immediate concern to Steve. Along with your untamed attitude, he didn’t like the way you would make hasty decisions that left him wondering if you were still alive. He had to bite his tongue at your stubbornness. And each roll of your eyes pushed Steve further and further to the edge. After a while, he had had enough and pulled you to the side to express his disapproval. 

You stare at him expectantly with your hands still on your hips, waiting to hear why he’s singled you out.

He lets out a breath, “these antics of yours have got to stop.” 

You instantly laugh. Because he has to be kidding. 

It takes everything in him to remain calm when you flash him a smile and saunter away, throwing a “oh loosen up, Captain,” over your shoulder. 

He has to stop himself from watching your hips sway. He catches your wrist. “No. Not ‘loosen up.’ You need to be more responsible.”

“Well you need to understand that I’m not a soldier,” you yank your arm back. “I’ll follow your plan,” you offer, “but sometimes things don’t go as planned and we have to make adjustments,” you say, speaking slowly as if Steve’s a child. 

He steps closer, now towering over your small frame. “Your ‘adjustments’ almost always result in dangerous situations.”

“Really?” You cock your head to the side, “Is that right?”

He narrows his eyes at you.

“So, this is coming from the man who jumped out of an elevator?” Your perfectly arched eyebrow raises tauntingly. “Right?” 

You chuckle as he rolls his eyes. You don’t miss the hint of a smile in them. 

•••••

You do eventually try to be more of a team player, sticking to the plan when you can. You figured you’d be working with them more often, so it was in your best interest to make yourself easy to work with. Your efforts don’t go unnoticed.

Steve is grateful that you don’t pull any surprises when the Winter Soldier makes his attack. The revelation that it was his best friend already enough to throw him off. 

Surprisingly, when Steve decides to go after Bucky, you offer to join him and Sam. Your excuse being that you don’t trust two men to get the job done. 

Honestly, you just didn’t want to go back to your life before. Working with Steve was exciting. He was exciting. The way he’d catch your eyes after you’d say something snarky made your stomach flip because there was a hint of a threat in them.

You enjoyed the way he wasn’t afraid to touch you. He liked to grab your arm and pull you to him when you didn’t listen. He’d once backed you up against a wall when he thought you weren’t telling him the full story pertaining to the mission. And while he was angry, you couldn’t help wondering what it’d be like to have him take you right then and there.

You had come to terms with the fact that you wanted Steve Rogers. You just didn’t know if he’d want someone like you. You were aware that he probably hadn’t encountered many women like you in his past life. 

•••••

While your eye rolls and sassy comments do remain, Steve finds himself enjoying your presence despite himself. The struggle between the two of you slowly morphing into playful teasing, teetering the line between that and sexual tension.

“How’d you end up here anyway?” Steve asks as he lays down an ace of spades. 

You grimace and tuck your king of hearts back into your hand in embarrassment. “We’re on a mission, silly.” You giggle, the diamond in your nose catching the light.

“Mhm very funny,” he says. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

You don’t say anything. The only sound coming from your breathing and the Solomon Burke song that’s playing through your phone speaker.

You hum along as you pretend to search your hand for a card to play. 

Steve nudges your knee. You’re not sure if it’s because you haven’t answered him or because you still haven’t put down a card. 

“You mean how’d I end up doing this? Working for S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

He nods.

“It’s a long story,” you manage to let out.

“We’ve got time.”

You sigh and place your cards down on the mattress knowing you were gonna lose anyway. 

“A while back, I lost someone…someone very important to me,” you say, “and all I wanted was to hurt the people who took them from me.” You glance up to meet Steve’s eyes, “one thing led to another, and I sort of lost myself. I hurt people in ways I never intended to, caused the kind of pain that,” you search for the words, “that I had always been so afraid to feel.”

“I was so blinded by rage,” you shake your head, “I just completely forgot my morals.”

You feel the bed shift, and Steve reaches out for your hand. 

“Long story short, Fury offered me a job. Said I could use my skills for good. And next thing you know I’m going on these crazy missions and catching ‘bad guys,’” you say using finger quotes. 

You sigh, “you must think the absolute worst of me now, huh?” 

Steve chuckles, “no, not at all.” He pauses and his eyebrows crease. “It actually makes me respect you more.”

You let out a laugh, “well then, sir, you are most definitely twisted.”

He shrugs, “maybe I am.”

You notice that he never let go of your hand, and for a second you swear you feel a flutter in your abdomen. Lightly, you slide your fingers up his arm, tracing the veins. He doesn’t move or protest. Instead, he brings his other hand to rest on your knee. You look up at him as his hand moves from your knee up your thigh, gripping you firmly where your shorts end.

Steve looks at you for approval, and when you nod, he pulls you in by your hips and leans in, letting his lips ghost over yours.

You haven’t felt like this in awhile, and it takes a lot of strength to hold back a whine. Steve continues to tease you, only letting his lips lightly touch yours while rubbing circles into your hips under your shirt. Impatiently, you link your hands together behind his head, and when you grasp the hair at the nape of his neck, Steve finally leans in, letting his lips press against yours. 

Almost instantly, you climb onto his lap, straddling him. The playing cards from earlier are hastily pushed aside as Steve scoots back, bringing you with him. 

His hands find your hips again as he sucks on your bottom lip. You softly grind into him, causing Steve to groan into your mouth. He works to control himself. He hadn’t expected it to feel this way with you. So desperate, so needing.

You can feel his hardness through the material of his sweatpants, making your arousal even more apparent.

Steve leans down to kiss your neck. The feeling of his tongue makes you buck your hips, searching for some type of friction. His hand travels up your side and comes to cup one of your breasts. He runs his thumb over your nipple, feeling it harden. 

This must give him an idea as he moves to pull your shirt over your head. He grabs you again and takes your nipple in his mouth. You moan, continuing to grind onto him as his hands cup your ass. At this point, you’re sure that your arousal is leaking through your shorts.

Steve feels completely lost in you, your body setting him on fire and awaking something within him he doesn’t think he’s ever felt before. 

He continues his assault on your breasts as you fight to control your arousal. You feel his cock twitch under you. “Please, Steve,” you say breathlessly.

“Please what?” He mumbles around your breasts.

“I need you.” 

Those seem to be the words he needed as Steve promptly flips you over, roughly yanking your shorts down. He tosses his shirt off as you grab onto the waistband of his pants, urging him to take them off. He pushes you back on the bed, leaning over you. You feel his knee press into your cunt and let out a moan. 

Steve grabs your face, kissing you sloppily, and trails his hand down your body. You nearly grind onto his hand as he places his thumb over your clit and rubs slow circles over it. 

“You like that, honey?” He teases as he rubs you over your panties. 

You nod, biting your lip. 

He grabs your chin, “I said do you like it? Answer me.”

You cry out, “yes, Steve yes,” You whimper, “please I need more.” 

He scoffs, “who would’ve thought to get you to act right, I’d just have to play with this pretty pussy?”

You let out a pitiful whine. 

“Now you wanna be a good girl huh?”

You’re afraid you’re going to cum just from his words when he stops and drags your panties down so slowly that you want to scream. The smug look on Steve’s face makes your face burn. He’s enjoying this too much. 

Once they’re off, Steve settles between your thighs, making you look him in the eyes before reaching his hand down and dragging the head of his cock from your folds to your clit. You moan as he gently taps it against your clit a few times and makes a comment about how wet you are. There’s a hint of a smirk on his face as he lines himself up at your entrance. Steve groans as he eases into you. You wrap your legs around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper.

He bottoms out, and you both moan. Steve begins to thrust, and you’re already so worked up that you know you won’t last long. He brings his hand down to rub your clit causing you to cry out. 

His thrusts become more forceful. Your eyes close tightly, your sharp nails digging into his shoulders. He leans his forehead against yours, “I know you want it, sweetheart. I know you wanna cum.” 

His words shock you but send a wave of pleasure straight to your core. 

“Come on, honey, cum for me.” Steve says as he thrusts into you. Your walls spasm around his cock, causing him to groan into your neck. He never lets up on his thrusts though, continuing to slam into you as your first orgasm ripples through your body.

“You feel so good around my cock, baby,” he brings a hand up to lightly wrap around your neck.

You groan in response feeling your abdomen tighten once again.

You can tell Steve is close now, his thrusts becoming frantic and rushed. You clutch onto him as the sounds of slapping skin fill the room. Your name falling off of his lips repeatedly in your ear.

“Cum inside me, Steve,” you plead, “I wanna feel you.” He groans at your words, and you feel his hand tighten around your throat. You look at him, and his eyes are dark with lust, you feel yourself clench around his length. The look he’s giving you fills you with a primal need. You plead one more time, pushing Steve over the edge. His thrusts begin to slow, the feeling of him filling you up is enough to bring about another orgasm.

You find it difficult to keep your eyes open. Sleep begins to take you, and you drift off with Steve guiding you to lay your head on his chest. 

With one hand caressing the side of your head, Steve stares up at the ceiling of the hotel room, Nina Simone’s voice floating out of your phone. 

“It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me,”

“And I’m feeling good.”

•••••

Initially, seeing a girl like you would have made Steve doubt himself.

But now, he knows he’s ready for you as he sits next to you holding your hand as you prepare to get your first tattoo.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader angst #steve rogers x black!reader #black reader #steve rogers #captain america #marvel #marvel x reader #captain america x reader #enhanced!reader #steve rogers x enhanced!reader #captain america smut #chris evans

[disneydeb1928]

One Piece Theory: Sun God Nika and Joy Boy

In Chapter 1018, Who’s-Who tells Jinbe about a story he heard from a guard during his imprisonment. According to the guard,

“slaves in ancient times believed in a legendary warrior that would eventually come and save them. They called him ‘Sun God’ Nika!”

According to Google, Nika is a female name in Persian, language meaning "very good" and "pure crystal water", it derives from "Nik" meaning "Good", "True" and "Chosen". Could also be derived from the Greek Goddess Nike, who was the goddess of victory. I’m sure more information will come from the name’s etiology, but I wanted to shine a spotlight on the next thing Who’s-Who says.

“It was said he would bring laughter to their lips and free them from their suffering.”

What’s interesting about this, is that it sounds almost exactly like an excerpt from the Encyclopedia of Things That Never Were [Credit to megashowdragon on Tumblr] which talks about creatures, places, and people.

“Joyboy” is the West Indian character who personifies the human need to dance, sing, and be jubilate. He is a relation of the Lord of the Dancers who inspires festivals in colder countries, and it seems likely that he travelled to the Caribbean with an early shipment of slaves from West Africa. Joyboy smiles perpetually at all the foibles and problems of mankind and cures human troubles by tapping out an irresistible rhythm on his drum. Whoever hears the music of Joyboy is compelled to dance and sing along until he or she has shaken the black cloak of despair from the shoulders. Some jazz players claim to have captured Joyboy rhythms, but their efforts are a pale imitation of the dance frenzy which can keep humans dancing until they drop.

There’s definitely a connection here. Especially since Kaido’s huge revelation in Chapter 1017 when he says, “It seems like you too… couldn’t become the ‘Joy Boy’.” – which heavily seems to confirm the theory that Joy Boy is a title and not a specific person. Could this “Son God Nika” be another bearer of the Joy Boy name?

Another interesting tidbit is that, while being unnecessarily racist by pointing out there should obviously be a connection between the supposed “Sun God Nika” and the “Sun” pirates – especially since “the history of Fishmen [is] a history of slavery”, it feels like something that we shouldn’t just glaze over. Especially since we know that the Void Century Joy Boy had a deep connection to the Fishmen people. It just feels too much of a coincidence that this “Sun God Nika” was a legendary warrior to “ancient slaves” and the historical Joyboy was said to have “travelled to the Caribbean with an early shipment of slaves”. The use of the world “ancient” is also something that has me side eying. If you’ve read any of my other theories, then you know I believe that Joy Boy was a part of the Ancient Kingdom and was a huge part of recording their history on the ponyglyphs after their defeat by the 20 Kingdoms. So, how “ancient” are we talking? Because, if it’s as ancient as the Ancient Kingdom, perhaps Joy Boy and Sun God Nika are the same person.

Finally, another huge piece of information revealed in this chapter is that CP0's presence on the island has more to do with Who's-Who presence than the trade deal (like we were previously led to believe).

The CP0 member previously seen discussing the trading terms with the shogun, Kurozumi Orochi back in Chapter 929 (the member with the cylinder mouth) specifically says, “The victor of this is of no consequence to us. We just need to confirm his death…”

The red and white hat guy follows up this statement, saying that “even if it is him, any confidential information he has should be dated by now anyway. His survival wouldn’t harm the government.”

However, cylinder mouth says that “allowing a rogue escapee to live… would set a bad example.”

They’re claiming that whatever “confidential information” Who’s-Who may or may not have from his time in CP9 has nothing to do with them wanting him dead and that it’s all because they want to ‘save face’, but I hardly believe that. Especially when he’s dropped two very importantpieces of information in the last few chapters.

For starters, we know from chapter 1017 that Whos-Who used to belong to CP9 and that he found himself in prison (an experience he summarizes as “having it rough”) after he “failed to guard a devil fruit that was being transported on a government ship” 12 years ago. A devil fruit, that we later learn was the Gomu Gomu no Mi.

In Chapter 1018, He also reveals that the guard who taunted him with the story of Sun God Nika, “vanished a few days later without a trace”. He realized that, perhaps, “the story wasn’t meant to be shared” and that him hearing it “put [him] in danger too”. Ultimately, it was this that gave him the motivation to escape his prison.

Sure, you could argue that the government once having the Gomu Gomu no Mi is “outdated” information and holds more importance on storytelling then actually in the OP universe, but if Who’s-Who is correct regarding the judge’s disappearance, there’s no way that’s unimportant. In fact, covering up the story of Sun God Nika – even if it is just a story – seems EXACTLY like something the World Government would do.

So, can you really expect me to believe that the Government’s sudden interest in Who’s-Who is completely unrelated?

#op theories #op theory #one piece theory #one piece theories #kaido #joy boy #sun god nika #ancient kingdom #void century #one piece #op #one piece 1014 #op 1014 #who's who #jinbe #monkey d. luffy #one piece 1018 #op 1018 #CP0 #op 1017 #one piece chapter 1017 #CP9 #my theories

[ladyartemesia]

Yooo your love story straight out seems like an e2l slow burn tumblr fic. Do you have any plans using at as a plot?? I would def read it 👀

I don’t know if I would truly call it enemies-to-lovers because—although I got irritated with him and his behavior and did snap at him from time to time—we were not really enemies. In fact we were barely friends for most of the years we knew each other—

Well.

Ok. So that’s not totally true...

We fought online constantly. From the time we graduated college (where his crush first developed and I routinely forgot his name) the two of us were always fighting on social media—usually about politics—and occasionally about other things but both of us were too smart to ever truly get the better of each other so there was a grudging respect, (his mom said he used to yell at his computer screen about me). We had it OUT several times online even though we rarely—if ever—spoke in person.

My poor sweet boy DID get himself in trouble over me in more ways than one though—even if we’re weren’t close yet...

His college girlfriend set him up to fail asked him who he would date if the two of them weren’t together and he answered immediately—vehemently—

“Viola. I would definitely date Viola if I could.”

🤦🏻‍♀️ (oh...honey...no)

(That would become a huge THING in their relationship. Every time they got into a fight his ex would shout “why don’t you just go date VIOLA then?!”—When he married me he said he felt like a real winner in that particular collection of conflicts. Playing the long game I guess 🤣😂)

Back then I was all about the music/dramatic arts scene and I was dating a string of empty headed pretty boys who bored me nigh unto death because I was young and completely stupid.

In contrast my someday-boo was painfully quiet and shy (though not really with me because he was too busy trying to prove me wrong), but everyone who met him or spoke to him really liked him and respected him.

After college we were were still in the same extended social circle (and—as previously mentioned—fighting online), but I went to grad school and my not-yet-husband decided to chill for awhile and take a job as a landscaper while he figured his life out and... here’s where it gets complicated because...

—that’s where the girls came in. You see... he’s always been a really nice guy... maybe a little too nice 🤦🏻‍♀️

The term fuqboi tends to conjure up impressions of a cocky frat bro who slyly shags his way through a mountain of willing women with disconnected efficiency and a subtext of emotional constipation.

But that would not be the case here.

You see my husband is a listener. He’s an INFP. He, unlike many of his brethren, understands emotions and can really make a woman feel seen. Combine that with his good looks, brilliant mind, and broody nerditude and you have a recipe for women who were ‘just friends’ randomly dropping to their knees (and a lot more) for him.

Never one to stand in the way of a lady’s dreams, pre-me-hubby figured that if they were that determined to (*insert miscellaneous sexy stuff here*) with him then—well—he’d let them.

I mean why not, right? No harm done.

Wrong. 🤬

And here is where our paths truly began to merge (in the real world) for the first time.

As the FOURTH girl (just in my friend group) he graciously allowed (🤦🏻‍♀️) to have her wicked way with him sobbed in my arms, I became determined to put this ridiculous man-child IN his PLACE—this time in the tactile world as well as the virtual one.

...Poor Liz

She realized that he had absolutely no desire whatsoever to be in a relationship with anything other than his WoW account and she was insistent that he had broken her heart.

So I cornered him and we had it out. (Call me meddlesome, but to be fair he was four friends deep at this point.)

The problem was that... the more I talked to him...the more he was not really what I expected... I found myself...oddly...intrigued?

Later it would come out that I was the first girl—ever—that he actually pursued. And I was not even aware of it for like the first three months.

He was pretty slick after all when it came down to it.

That man convinced me to ‘help him’ with women—to make sure he didn’t get himself into another situation where some girl with heart eyes was tearing off his clothes and expecting commitment.

HE ASKED ME TO BE HIS ‘EXCUSE.’

🤦🏻‍♀️(...I know. I’m an idiot.)

“We can hang out. You’ll teach me how to spot if a girl is about to catch feelings and take off my pants. And I will have an excuse when they call as to why we can’t hang out” (—and ...they really were always calling. It was wild.)

....I mean he WAS shy! It SEEMED plausible!

So yeah my dim self agreed to it. (🤦🏻‍♀️)

I considered it a valiant attempt to save the rest of my social circle from the most clueless ‘accidental’ fuqboi on planet earth and maybe even an opportunity to teach him how to be a real human being and what not.

And before you think ‘fake dating’—we weren’t. We were just hanging out as friends. You see when I went to yell at him (and chased him down after he laughed at me and tried to escape) we ended up talking in his car for like four hours. And then that happened like three more times randomly so... I... actually... wanted... to be his friend... 🤷🏻‍♀️

I was still 110% not interested romantically.

Your girl (me) was after some bland banker dude (🤦🏻‍♀️) and so I blissfully fell into friendship with my actual soulmate without a single second thought. And I never worried about either of us catching feelings because I had a crush on someone else and he had heavily implied that I was not his type. (He told me later that I just assumed this and he simply never corrected me 🙄)

I don’t remember falling for him. I never decided to. I never thought about it...

But one day after the whole crew was hanging out at a restaurant (and the waiter kept giving me free drinks which may have pissed my once-and-future man off) the two of us went out to his car to have our customary three hour post-chill chat...

I was teasing him about something—some girl he was still attempting to untangle himself from—and I said—as had become my habit (seriously I said this so many times as a joke)—“It’s too bad I’m not your type—you could just tell her you have a girlfriend.”

(Now. I know what you’re thinking. But I was still firmly on team platonic ok! I was just a flirt. And maybe part of me was starting to feel weird things about him—but those feelings weren’t like anything I recognized so I thought I just needed to cut back on sugar or something.)

(Have I mentioned I’m an idiot?)

ANYWAYS he looked me right in the eye. So serious. And instead of saying “that’s too bad”—LIKE he ALWAYS did—he said—

“You...are my type, Viola... You’re exactly my type.”

To which I responded—“....What? No I’m not. You said I wasn’t.”

“Never said that. You assumed.”

“You LET me!”

—followed by a good ten minutes of me having an existential crisis/yelling at him for allowing me to believe he didn’t find me attractive and lulling me into a false sense of security. He was infuriatingly unapologetic.

At the end of it all he asked me to give him—give us—a chance.

And I agreed to go out on a few dates with him (mostly to prove to myself that there was nothing there).

(🤦🏻‍♀️)

The only thing I ended up proving was that I was wrong about what I wanted and even more wrong about what I needed.

You see...

Those weird feelings turned out to be love.

(🤦🏻‍♀️)

And it was a really special experience to sit in a room full of girls who had cried in my arms over him—girls I had lectured repeatedly on the dangers of his heartless ways— and admit that I was his girlfriend.

🤦🏻‍♀️

Love was—and continues to be—nothing like I expected and frankly I couldn’t be happier.

... to answer your questions

1. I have considered writing a fic based on our story called Broken Road. The title is taken from an old Rascal Flatts song that—as insanely cheesy as it is—really reminds me of us. Don’t know if I will actually write this. Thought about it a lot though.

2. Tags I would use for this story?

#enemies-to-lovers / #idiots-to-lovers / #college au / #outgoing!fem reader(me) x shy nerd!accidental fuqboi / #reader is also a huge nerd actually / #she’s just a loud one / #frenemies-to-lovers / #the love is requited / #they’re just idiots / #pining (his) / denial (mine) / #reader has terrible taste in men / #except for that last one / #she really redeemed herself there at the end

#wow #it was really cool to write all this out actually #my love story #well part of it anyways #it’s still ongoing #via💋viola

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✧ pairing: suehiro tetcho x fem!reader

✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, rough undertones

✧ a/n: there’s hardly any suehiro smut out there so i thought i’d take it upon myself to write some. so this is just 3k words of pure FILTH. suehiro is my second fave bsd character (after chuuya)🥺✨

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“Why didn’t you tell me you were a Port Mafia executive?” The deadpan tone of Tetcho filled your ears as you were writing down a shopping list on a notepad at your desk.

You crossed one leg over the other as you propped your elbow up on your desk, resting your cheek on your palm, turning slightly to look at Tetcho out of the corner of your eye.

“I refuse to believe that you didn’t know I was in the Port Mafia,” you huffed a laugh, “a man of your status surely does background checks on those he’s sleeping with. After all, I had done one on you, I was well-aware you were a Hunting Dog long before you told me.”

The almost naive expression of shock spread over his handsome features, before his brows creased in confusion.

“You knew I was a PM executive, you just decided that you didn’t mind because you could get your dick wet with me whenever you liked, hm?” You grinned, eyes sparking with tantalisation.

Tetcho almost stuttered, before pulling his lips into a straight line.

“I don’t appreciate secrets being kept from me, and I don’t like people that torture others,” he seriously stated.

Your brows raised before you turned around fully on your chair, gazing at his tall form, standing his ground firmly.

“I don’t torture,” you corrected, outstretching your hand and pulling him towards you with your ability. Just like a magnet, he began to move against the floor without actually moving his feet. His expression didn’t change.

When he stood in front of you, you were level with his stomach. You gazed up at him with a teasing smirk before grabbing his shirt to pull him down to his knees. He was much much stronger than you in terms of physical strength, so you knew that when he dropped to his knees, he went down willingly.

Now, with your form looming over his, you leaned forward and put your hand under his chin, leaning into his personal space, a smug smirk spread on your lips as you looked into his eyes.

His hands settled on the inside of your knees, slowly drifting up the sensitive inside of your thighs whilst he returned the eye contact.

Your smirk turned into a fall grin, a flash of your teeth showing, “I see you put your own sexual desires before your moral compass,” you said with a quick arch of your brows.

You easily spread your legs wider for him, allowing his battle-worn hands more access. His index finger on his right hand disappeared under your skirt, finding your clothed clit easily as adding some pressure.

Even through your panties, he could feel your warmth, “you’re wet.”

“I get a thrill off knowing you’re supposed to take me in yet you just decide to fuck me instead,” you whispered against his lips before you closed the contact, your lips placing on his.

Tetcho sighed through his nose contentedly before slipping his hand under the underside of your panties to find your clit bare. His long and wonderfully talented fingers immediately started drawing tight circles on your centre of pleasure, making you keen as you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck to pull him in deeper to the kiss.

He easily demonstrated the difference in your physical strength with his next actions, standing up quicker than you could process before he grabbed you by your upper arms, hard enough to bruise if it kept up for much longer, before spinning you around and slamming you against your desk.

The edge of the desk dug in sharply on your thighs, making your stomach jump with surprise whilst a quick wince seethed through your clenched teeth. You made a thought to protest, but before your mouth could open to speak, his long fingers wound around to grab your jaw, clenching tightly as he ground his hips up against your ass.

You pout, which is made a lot easier by him squishing your face as your brows dropped into a frown. You gyrated back against him, trying to tease him. But no matter how hard you tried in the beginning, Tetcho always proceeded to take control in the end.

The tall man pulled your body against his firmly before his free hand travelled down, disappearing once again under your skirt before this time deciding to take your underwear off you completely. He pulled them until they dropped freely to your ankles.

You took the liberty to step out of them, kicking them away as you spread your legs wider. He hummed in appreciation at the action, before his fingers once again found your clit.

His lips feather gently behind your ear as he uses two fingers against you, rubbing small and lazy circles over it as you whine slowly. He's practically purring in your ear as he plays with your sensitive pearl, bodies flush against one another. You reach back with one hair to thread it through his unruly hair, your ass sticking out as you back arched.

With your other hand, you try to tug on his trousers, opting for the empty belt loops. With just your index finger, you pulled on the material, another meek whine slipping past your lips to express what you what.

His amber eyes glow with lust as a pleased sigh rumbles in his chest.

“A needy little mafioso,” he said flatly against the shell of your ear.

You can’t help the breath of a laugh that slips through your teeth as you rest your head back against him, “when it comes to a cock as good as yours, I can’t help myself.”

His ego seemed to inflate at that, as he immediately became more than willing to comply with your wishes. He removed his hand from your jaw, other hand still strumming steadily at your clit, using his now free hand to undo the button on his slacks. He pulled the zipper down, the rasping of the metal undoing was almost music to your ears.

Pushing his trousers down to his thighs, he opted to remove his boxers next whilst his fingers decided to travel further south, the rough pads of his fingers prodding at your hole. his cock sprung against the small of your back and it's almost humiliating how wet that alone made you. Well, maybe his fingers were helping with that too.

You gasp as his fingers easily slip inside of you, his other hand now coming up to knead at your tits.

You shift your ass, pushing back against him to entice him. You give out those small, little moans that you know he adores. They always drive him wild, always make him like a putty in your hands.

“Fuck, Suehiro, fuck just like that,” you breath out as his fingers work in and out of you, curled at the ends to brush against that spot inside of you that will have you seeing stars in no time.

You bring one hand to grasp loosely around his wrist, to keep him inside of your pussy more than anything.

The heat that his cock was radiating against your lower back was almost unbearable, so you decided to use your other hand to reach back to wrap your hand tightly around it. You started to jerk him off, as best you could in the awkward position.

You felt the muscles in his thighs twitch at the unexpected contact, but he wasn’t displeased with your decision.

His breathing was paced against the shell of your ear, before he bared his teeth just slightly to nibble on it. It sent tingles the whole way down your spine.

“You’re a cruel man, Suehiro,” you whined pathetically.

“Cruel? Are you not enjoying yourself?” He responded seriously. Trust Tetcho to take everything you said at face value, you should’ve known better. His fingers slowed, which you were quick to correct.

“No! Nono, please don’t stop, I’m enjoying myself,” you panted hotly.

His brows creased in confusion, but he decided to believe you when you said you were enjoying yourself to again start up his pace once more. He was quicker this time, more decisive in his movements.

You let out a silent cry as the action made you tug on his cock harder, earning a pleasured wince from him in return.

His fingers pushed and dragged in and out of you as such an agonising pace, you could feel your arousal doubling with each moment that his fingers treated your gummy walls. Your mind was reeling as your fingers started to loosen around his cock.

"Suehiro! Make me cum!" you pleaded, and you fixed your concentration back on tossing him off, with more vigor this time.

"Yes, that's a good girl," he moaned, and you continued with what you were doing - because it encouraged him further to finger you better. Your mind almost short-circuited from hearing him call you a good girl.

His fingers picked up rapidly, fucking into you with the sole purpose to make you lose yourself on his fingers. Your hand released his wrist, instead grasping onto the edge of the desk as you let out repeated moans and cries of pleasure.

Tetcho’s lips find your neck this time, settling on the hollow of the side of your neck before sinking his teeth into the smooth flesh.

Your body jolted at the action, squeezing a heavenly moan from your throat as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He felt your walls constrict tighter around his fingers, which told him that he was definitely doing something right.

“I’m- fuck, fuck Suehiro, I’m gonna-” your mouth was practically salivating at this point.

Deciding to take it up a notch, he started to suck on your neck. He was planning to leave marks on your body, so that you could stroll into Port Mafia Headquarters tomorrow to display that you had been royally fucked the night before.

The idea of people seeing his mark on your made your mind frazzle in a frenzy.

“Cum on my fingers,” he demanded, the words alone were enough to push you over the teetering edge that you had found yourself on.

Your body shook with small tremors as your back arched further, your walls pulsing around his fingers before you let the dam break, coating his fingers in your cum, the cry that tried to escape you was bent in your throat, leaving you instead with your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back.

Your clit twitched as he continued to massage your walls, your knees buckling as you tried to move away from him, but you were trapped firmly between him and the desk, so you had nowhere to go. You were completely at his mercy.

Just how he liked you.

His hand squeezed your tit before he stepped back, his fingers slipping out of you and leaving you feeling awfully empty.

His nimble fingers found the zip of your skirt, saying nothing as he pulled it down to undo it. You gave no sign of resistance, letting him undress you how he wanted.

Your skirt fell to your ankles, leaving your bottom half completely exposed. You had assumed he would reach for the bottom of your top next.

So it came as quite a surprise when instead you felt his entire right hand smack against your ass firmly. So hard that it let your cheek tingling, you let out a yelp of surprise as your head snapped back to look at him.

An awfully bratty pout on your lips with furrowed brows. A cocky smirk graced his lips, before he decided to give your other cheek a firm spank as well.

You huffed out, “I like it when you’re rough with me.”

His eyes flashed with a glint at that. Lord knew that this man could be incredibly rough when he wanted to be. His superhuman strength was ungodly in bed. You thanked the heavens that you were blessed with such a fuck-buddy.

“Then I suppose I have no choice but to be absolutely brutal then, hm?” He tested.

You smiled widely at his words, nodding your head enthusiastically before you reached down for the hem of your top yourself, quickly pulling it up your torso to toss it away, you didn’t have a care in the world as to where it would land. As long as it made it quicker to get his cock stuffed in you.

You stood naked, back still to him as you felt his presence push up against your body once again. He was still dressed, apart from his trousers being shucked down to his mid-thighs. Only his cock was exposed.

It was sort of a shame, considering how absolutely divine his body looked. But you supposed it didn’t matter too much when he decided to push your chest down against the surface of the desk. His right hand coming up to plant on your temple to keep your head down, cheek squished against some papers you were working on.

"You better scream for me, I don't care who hears," he spoke down to you. Your eyes widened at the filth coming from his mouth.

Your immediate cries were caught in your throat as he forced his dick into you. Your cunt swallowed him wholly with a welcoming pleasure, your body attempted to make a jerk reaction to toss your head back, but his strong fingers were holding you firmly down.

The suddenness made you dig your nails into the palms of your hands and choke on air. There was not even a ray of kindness with how he started, pumping into your body with full force and at a hard pace. Your thighs bumped against the edge of the desk, you were more than certain you were going to be littered with bruises by the morning.

Your eyes shook in their sockets as you tried to catch your breathing, but his cock stretched you so obscenely you couldn’t help but feel every inch of him completely ravaging your pussy.

"Suehiro!" you cried out, brain frying from his actions. His hips fucked you against the edge of the desk, your breath and body heat steaming the glossed inanimate object.

His unoccupied hand came down to land another firm span against your ass, making you scream out in a pleasured pain. You clenched your teeth instinctively as you tried to brace yourself for his oncoming treatment.

He could feel your heartbeat pulsing around his cock, it was sending him absolutely feral with lust.

Tetcho was typically a very composed and serious man, but when it came to being buried in your cunt entirely, he couldn’t help the primal instincts that racked his body.

The soft material of his trousers were rubbing against your upper thighs as his cock jackhammered like it was the only thing he was good for.

Your body was being rocked back and forth against the desk as he landed another brutal smack to your ass, in the exact same place as last time. His strength was no joke, the tenderness of your ass was a testament to that.

You were tempted to bite down on your lip to keep your noises to a minimum, but you knew that hearing the effect he had on you only fuelled him more, so you let it all go. You screamed, cried, keened and mewled as he showed your body the best treatment he ever had.

Who would’ve thought that finding out that you were actually supposed to be his enemy only proved to turn him on more?

He was not as innocent as he seemed, apparently.

Your toes curled against your fluffy carpet as his hand perpetually came down to spank you, as if you had misbehaved and he was disciplining you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head once more as you couldn’t help the high-pitched moans that sounded foreign to your own ears. You had never felt pleasure like this.

"Turns out you’re just a whore for pain," he grasped your hip and used it as a leverage to up his pace even more, which you didn't think was possible.

"I can tell how much you liked being stuffed with my cock just by how much you’re creaming on it."

You whined in response, squeezing your eyes shut as your thighs and ass jiggled from his brutal pummelling. Your pussy wrapped tighter around his cock from his words alone.

"I said, didn't you?!" he spoke in a stern tone, the spank following ten times harsher than any other he had given you.

You choked on a cry as you tried to suck in a gulp of air through your trembling lips.

"Admit it! Admit you like being fucked by the enemy!" He continued to provoke you as your ass turned red-raw, the skin tingling but he wouldn't stop his punishment.

"I love being fucked by you! I love having my pussy filled by the enemy!” You moaned lewdly, your brain completely scrambled.

"I’m- I’m cumming again! I’m gonna cum on my enemy’s fat cock!" You cried as your entire body filled with heat, your legs shaking violently as you felt your second orgasm punch you and make your mind go white, your ears ringing slightly as the muscles in your calves tensed.

"That’s it! That’s a good little mafia whore!" he growled, his words reverberating through your ears and shooting down your spine in the most pleasant way. His chest filled with an indescribable sensation as he hardened his expression, focusing entirely on filling you to the brim.

Your pleasured moans become pleasured screams as your oversensitive body was trying its best to accommodate him and withstand what he was dishing out.

Tetcho groaned as his head tipped back, letting his cum fill you with his dick pulsing inside of you as he gradually came to a stop.

He stilled for a few moments, holding you to the desk as he composed himself. His cum started to trickle out of you before he pulled his cock out. His fingers scrunched up in your hair lightly before he sighed, letting go of you so that you could be free of the tension.

You gulped for oxygen as he slowly slid his cock back out, you could’ve sworn that drag out was just as heavenly as when he pushed in.

With shaky arms, you tried to push yourself up and stabilise yourself against the surface of the desk. Your hair hung in front of you like a curtain as you panted, eyes planted to the old wood of the desk.

His cum started to drip into your carpet, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were stuffed full.

A gentle touch, so opposite to how he was being just a few moments ago, ghosted up your spine with affection.

“A bath?” He cooly, yet tiredly, suggested.

You swallowed, nodding your head, not trusting your voice to quiver under the highs you were still experiencing.

He kissed your shoulder-blade softly, “I don’t care if you’re in the mafia. I want to make this work.”

You hummed in approval, your eyes falling shut as you nodded, “that sounds nice.”

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