#and coming back with a great show of force

[hyperfocusthusly]

Lifelines

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Part one here

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Tommy leads them up to the front door, shifting her up onto his shoulder, holds her in one arm, hand cradling her head while he opens the door. She snuffles reaching out in sleepy blindness. He tilts his head towards her, presses a kiss to her forehead. Her little hand grasps around until she finds the shell of his ear and settles immediately.

“She’s cute.”

“Ava, her name is Ava.”

He glances up the stairs, normally he would put her down. The one blessing in all of this is that Ava is as big a fan of sleeping as Tommy. He doesn’t want to put her down now, instead he picks the small blanket off the back of the sofa and tucks it around her. He sits down and immediately remembers he’s supposed to be making coffee. He sighs and goes to get up again, but Chimney is quicker.

“Kitchen in there?” He asks, pointing out of the door and down the hall.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to, I can-“ he is cut off by a wave of Chimney’s hand.

“Sit down man, I remember what this bit is like, I’ll make the coffee.”

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“My sister died. Her husband too. A car wreck.”

Chimney winces. He knew that it wasn’t going to be good.

“I’m sorry.” It doesn’t feel like anything close to enough.

Tommy scrubs his face with his free hand.

“I don’t how to do this Howie.” Tommy swallows around the lump in his throat. The admission that had been swirling in his mind for the last two months, finally said out loud.

Chimney makes a sympathetic sound.

“I was taking her to this group but- it’s stupid, everyone thinks I’m her dad, and when I tell them I’m just her Uncle they- they look at me differently. Like I’m not part of their club, like-” he hears his voice crack, he closes his eyes and forces himself to take a breath.

“I haven’t gone the last couple of weeks.”

“Something happened?”

“One of the mums, she didn’t mean to, she was just trying to make conversation.” He chews on his lip. “She asked what Ava’s parents do for work.”

Chimney blows out a breath.

“And I just couldn’t, I couldn’t speak. I felt like she’d just punched me in the face.” He laughs humourlessly. “I’d probably have felt better if she had. I haven’t gone back. I can’t even think about it because-” the edge of his vision begins to blur. “Because if I think about it then- I’ll never be her parent. W-what if I can’t do it? What if I just drag her down with me and-“ A tear slips free, he’s hyper aware of it as it tracks down his cheek.

Chimney shifts on the couch, puts his hand on Tommy’s knee.

“I know. When Kevin died, it felt like I was falling. All the time.” Chimney ducks his head. “He’d been there my whole life, and then he just wasn’t. So I get it.” He looks up, meeting Tommy’s gaze. “But if there’s one thing I’ve always known about you, it’s that you come through. It’s doesn’t matter what it is, you show up. That’s all she needs. She just needs someone who is going to show up for her, that’s enough.”

Tommy takes a shaky breath, the doubt clear on his face.

“She’s so little. I just- I don’t know how I’ll ever explain to her what happened. That I’m not who she thinks I am.”

“I mean it, you are enough. And if you need some help then that’s not you failing, Tommy. An 8 month old by yourself is no picnic, I would know.”

“I don’t-“ he swallows harshly. “I don’t want to put you in that position.”

“In what position? Helping out a friend?”

“You know what I mean.”

Chimney sighs.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. But if you think he wouldn’t be twice as mad about me knowing and not helping then-” he stops short. It hangs between them.

“What happened? You guys seemed so good and the next thing I know I’m drowning in poppy seed loaf.”

Tommy shoots him a quizzical look.

“He’s dealing with it by baking. A lot. Honestly it’s getting to be an issue.”

“He asked me to move in with him.”

Chimney does a great job of not spitting out the sip of coffee he was taking.

“He did what?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“No, oh my god, that’s so Buck of him. All in, all the time.”

Tommy chuckles, but the humour quickly drains.

“It scared the shit out of me. I’ve done this before and it doesn’t matter how much I l-” he cuts himself off. “I’m not the guy people end up with.”

“So you ran?”

“Haven’t you heard Howie? Running is the only thing I’m really good at.”

“Hey, that’s not true. You’re pretty nifty with a helicopter.”

Tommy smiles, but it’s tight.

“I was going to call, I was and then-” he clenched his jaw. “It doesn’t matter now anyway.” He turns his head, resting his cheek against Ava’s.

“If your biggest problem was that you cared about him so much that it gave you the jitters, then I think it very much does matter.”

Tommy shakes his head minutely.

“What am I supposed to say? You went too fast and scared me, I need to be able to slow down and make sure we’re doing this right. Oh and by the way I have a child now.” Chimney rolls his eyes exaggeratedly.

“Well you could take the sarcasm down a notch and give him some credit.” There’s the slightest tinge of sharpness to Chimney’s voice. His phone chimes and he glances down at the screen.

“I’ve got to go, just- just call him. Tell him what you told me. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that you don’t just let go of something like this.” He stands, picking up the mugs from the coffee table and taking them into the kitchen. For a moment Tommy thinks he might just leave, but he doesn’t. Instead he crouches down next to the couch, gives Tommy a soft look.

“I meant it, when I said I would help. I’ll come by next week, we can go for a walk or something - or I can take her and give you a break. Whatever you need.”

Tommy feels his heart clench inside his chest.

“Yeah, okay. That would be good.”

“Great.”

Chimney heads to the door, just before he closes it he yells back into the house.

“Call him!”

The door clicks shut and Tommy feels like his entire body turns into jelly. An indeterminate amount of time later he forces himself up off the couch, takes Ava upstairs and gently lays her down in her crib. He pulls out his phone and finds the contact.

He takes a deep breath and presses the call button.

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𓆩🖤𓆪 ... falling in love through songs pt.1 - teaser

⭐ starring: vernon

💬 preview: you really wished someone would've told you that the rockstar you'd be photographing for on his tour was Hansol from school. Yes, that Hansol. Your ex-boyfriend Hansol.

tw/cw: rockstar!vernon x photographer!reader, second chance romance, exes to lovers, sworn enemies to lovers, forced proximity, a cheeky joshua, lots of banter full tw will be posted with the full fic

🪽fic rating/teaser rating: pg/16+

🪽tentative release date: jan 20

☁️ masterlist & a/n: here i am once again with a vernon fic, but this time to kick off our 500 followers event! this one is based on the song heart out by the 1975, one especially close to my own heart.

this is a part of my 500 followers event

“Hear me out.” Joshua spread his arms as if to hug the air in front of him. “The two of us, on tour, in a tour bus, a fat paycheck.” 

You pursued your lips, biting back a smile. His proposition had sounded tempting even over the phone, where he had offered you a photography job on the tour he was managing, a spot on the bus and front row seats to every show. 

“It’ll be fun!” He continued, driving the nail in further. “The guy I manage- he’s a chill dude, great rockstar. You’d get along great.” 

“What did you say his name was again?” You asked, looking over the contract he had given you one more time. 

“Vernon.” Joshua nudged your arm, pushing you to sign. “C’mon. It’ll be like the old days again, bandwagoning across the country in the name of making art.” He placed the last words in air quotations as he smiled. “And the paycheck doesn’t hurt.”

“Not at all.” It was a ridiculous amount of money. “When do we start?”

Clapping his hands, Joshua looked joyous to have you along. “First concert’s tomorrow, right here in New York. It starts at 8, but come earlier so you can meet the band first. I’ll introduce you to Vernon- oh, he’s going to be so psyched to see you.” 

As much as you loved his enthusiasm, the jitters of having such a high profile job was catching up to you, once again reminding you just how high the stakes were. You needed this job, for the money, for the recognition it’d give you - you needed it all. 

Flashing Joshua a bright smile, you nodded, looking more confident than you felt. “Great. I’ll go home, pack my things, and I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Alright, sunshine.” Joshua chuckled as you struggled to put your coat back on, your childhood nickname rolling off his tongue like second nature. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“This was not the fucking deal, Josh.” 

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you stared, open-mouthed at the boy in front of you, decked out in silver chains, ripped jeans and sporting a backwards baseball cap. He all but screamed rockstar, yet you keep circling back to the fact that-

“Hansol?” 

-the fact that you knew him. Very well, in fact.

“Y/N?” 

He seemed just as astonished to see you, eyes darting suspiciously towards Joshua. “This, is my tour photographer?” 

“This?” You cried out indignantly, turning to Joshua as well. “Did it just not cross your mind to mention that your rockstar happened to be Hansol from school?” 

“Well-” Joshua put his hands up in defence, the large grin on his face betraying how much he was enjoying the moment. “Surprise?” 

“Joshua!” Both you and Vernon yelled out, anger escaping as the two of you contemplated whether or not throttling Joshua would be worth the consequences.

“I am not staying on a tour bus with her.” Vernon pointed an accusatory finger your way. “Especially not for four months. I’d rather throw myself off a cliff.” 

“I’d rather chop off my own finger and eat it.” You hissed back, equally disgusted at the idea of sharing your space with him. 

“Contract’s signed.” Joshua shrugged, his eyes dancing with mirth as he watched the two of you glare daggers at one another. “Jeez. It’s like the air in here could kill or something.”

“I do not want to breathe the same air as him.” You stabbed a finger at Vernon.

“I hope you choke on it and die.” He punctuated the last word with fervor. 

“Ditto.” 

Joshua let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m starting to regret this. Were you guys always this...stabby?” 

“Yes.” Chan poked his head out from the green room. “Ever since they broke up they’ve been literal bitches. Whatever happened to hey, Chan, we’ll still be friends! This won’t break the friend group apart!” He frowned, disapprovement evident on his face. Time still hadn’t erased the betrayal he had felt when the two of you broke up, killing their friend group with suffocating silence. 

“Whatever.” Vernon muttered, turning away, shoving his in-ears back into his ears. “Stay away from me.” 

“With the utmost pleasure.” 

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Reed fumbles with a device, looking befuddled, while Johnny tries to help, playing it cool. "Ah, come on, Reed, it's not that hard! You just need to..." Reed looks up, aghast, as Johnny accidentally causes the device to malfunctions. It sparks as Y/N walked into Reed's lab.

With a heavy sigh, Reed, running a hand through his hair as he picks up, and examines the damaged device. "Great, just great." Johnny looks sheepish, shrugging apologetically. "I was just trying to help, okay?" Reed shoots him a disapproving glare. "Help? You call that helping?"

"It was an accident, Reed. Don't be so uptight." Johnny said.

"Uptight? You think I'm being uptight?" Reed asked. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to calibrate this thing?"

"What was it supposed to do?" Y/N asked, making his presence known in the laboratory. Reed sighs, setting the device down. "It was supposed to be a new prototype for the force field generator. But now..."He gestures to the broken device. "Now, it's just a pile of useless parts." Johnny plops down on the nearby couch, looking unimpressed.

"Johnny? Don't you have something you wanna say?" Y/N asked.

Johnny grins mischievously, leaning forward. "Oh, I've got plenty to say." He looks at Reed, then back at Y/N. "You know Reed's gonna be sulking for weeks now, right?"

"Well, why wouldn't he be? He worked hard on that device. How would you feel if you were working on your 2004 Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren C199, and I just went in and messed up the motor or something?"

The blonde laughs, standing up from the couch. "Oh, please. Like you even know how to work on a car, Y/N." He walks over to the broken device, picking it up and examining it. "Besides, it's not like Reed can't just build another one."

"That's not the point, Johnny. The point is that you need to apologize. And screw you. I do know about cars. Y/N said.

Reed watches the exchange with a mix of amusement and frustration, arms crossed. Johnny drops the device on the table, turning to face Y/N with mock seriousness. "Oh, yeah? Prove it." He grins playfully. "If you can fix a car down in the garage, I'll apologize to Reed. Hell, I'll even help him work on it."

"Fine. I will. Show me to the car. And the wrench. And that thing you use to take off the bolts on the tire of the car." Y/N said. Johnny chuckles, leading Y/N towards the garage with a smug grin. "Right this way, gearhead. Try not to get grease on your hands—unless you're into that sort of thing." Reed follows reluctantly, shaking his head.

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Hi I absolutely love your stories. You write the bloodline so well. Could I possibly get a story where jimmy and jey are the readers trainers since she is a up and coming wwe superstar. She is insecure about her body and her in ring skills so whenever shes training jimmy and jey always hype her up. Maybe drew or Kevin say something to the readers about her appearance and in ring work and the usos step in to protect her. They take her back to her hotel room, comfort her and tell her how beautiful she is. She doesn't believe it and they want to show her how beautiful she is to them but she is nervous because this would be her first time. They are sweet about the whole thing and make sure she is comfortable the entire time. Could I also have some sweet aftercare and pet names like sweetheart and babygirl. If you decide to write this I know you will do a great job. 😁

OUUUU I love this idea so much! I hope you like this!♥️

Built For Us (Jimmy X Jey X Black Reader)

CW: SMUT duh, 18+ MDNI, Virgin, Creampie, Unprotected P in V, first timer, pet names, dirty talk, inappropriate language, threesome, happy ending (they care about you fr fr) ♡

Word Count: 7.2k

It’s another early morning in the training facility, and the ring feels like a second home. But today, something feels different. The weight of all the eyes on you, the pressure of expectations, it’s all slowly starting to get to you.

The ropes feel like they’re cutting into your skin as you land a hard fall. You’re were fatigued, burnt out, and nowhere near confident. Sloppy even. You’ve been feeling off for a few weeks now—especially about your body. It’s been hard to shake the nagging voices in your head, telling you that you’re not good enough, not toned enough, not fast enough.

“Come on, Y/N! You’ve got this!” Jimmy’s voice is like a lifeline. You glance up, and there’s Jimmy standing by the ropes, a big smile on his face. His usual playful demeanor is still there, but you can see the determination in his eyes too. Being the older twin, he was always reassuring and made sure to always encourage you when you were down and out.

“Yeah, babygirl, shake it off,” Jey adds, giving you a knowing wink. “You lookin’ stronger every day. Don’t let that headspace mess with your flow.” Then there was Jey, the younger twin who was more serious but also a little flirtatious when encouraging you. You didn’t mind it, in fact you liked it. It started to build your confidence back up a little bit.

You forced a smile. “Thanks, guys,” you mutter, but the insecurity still lingered. You constantly compared yourself to the women in the locker room. Rhea, Bianca, Jade, Tiffany…the list could go on. You wanted to be like them, agile, fierce, praised, and appreciated. But you kept having slip ups, even in training and that constantly lowered your confidence and will to even keep going. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you’re just not…there yet. Every slip-up, every mistake feels like another confirmation that you just weren’t good enough.

After what felt like an eternity of grueling drills, everyone started to wind down, grabbing some water and taking off their gear. Jimmy and Jey were over toward a corner discussing their lines for tomorrow night while taking off their gear and closing their bags. The sweat clung to your skin, your muscles ached, but the pressure to perform was starting to ease slightly. Thank goodness. As you were standing in the middle of the ring, attempting to catch your breath, you heard voices faintly from the side. Drew McIntyre and Kevin Owens, who were observing from there had started discussing some of the newer talent. They actually were giving positive feedback towards the newer talent…that was until you heard your name and those comments made you freeze in place.

“Did you see her match last week?” Drew said, loud enough for you to hear, his Scottish accent thick with slight disdain. “She’s got potential, sure, but her in-ring work? It’s sloppy. I don’t think she’s ready for the big leagues yet.”

Kevin chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, and I mean did you see her arms? She’s gotta put in more work in the gym if she wants to keep up with the others.”

Their words stung, hit you like a punch to the gut, and the shock of it all made you unable to move. You know they didn’t mean it maliciously, but the words still cut deep. You wanted to shrink, to run away, to hide. But instead, you kept your head down, trying to avoid eye contact.

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, the self-doubt creeping in. The tears in your eyes welled up and those voices started to make their way inside your head again. You’re not good enough. You’re not strong enough. You’re not pretty enough.

But then, you heard Jimmy and Jey’s voices. They must’ve heard what was being said because they didn’t sound pleased in the slightest.

Jimmy steps forward, his tone sharp and commanding. “Aye, Drew. I heard you had a lot to say uce” he snapped. “You wanna say it to us?”

Jey walks up next to him, his posture just as solid. “You got a problem with her, you got a problem with us uce.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you two going to do about it? Huh? Unlike the rest of the locker room you two don’t scare me.” Drew looked unmoved and even the ‘try me’ expression on his face stayed rigid.

“Plus it’s an opinion. Remember, same way it’s your opinion you’re better than everybody backstage just cuz you’re with Roman.”

Jimmy got closer actually giving a very dangerous look. “Disrespecting her is like disrespecting the family uce.”

“And when you disrespect the family, you disrespecting the tribal chief.” Jey chimed in stepping up closer to the two men with Jimmy.

“And now we got to get you. In the ring, tomorrow night.” Jey kept it short but that mean mugged look he had gave it all away. He was pissed.

Drew and Kevin exchanged a glance, before looking back at Jimmy and Jey scoffing. “Alright, have her watch ringside though, I’m sure she could learn a few things from you.”He said sarcastically having that callous smirk on his face before he and Kevin walked away.

“Man f-“ Jey almost let a curse word slip as he went to go after them but Jimmy held him back. “We’ll get em in the ring uce, don’t worry bout it.”

You had been thinking about what Kevin and Drew said yesterday and it still stung. Their words rang in your ears and played back to back like a song on repeat. You were currently attempting to prep for your match against Bianca Belair, stretching and making sure your gear was in tact. You were called “The Anomaly” and it makes great sense because nothing about you fit the typical mold that most people would expect. You had a moveset as wild as your mindset, you were unpredictable, and with constant training you were constantly evolving even though you, yourself couldn’t see it. That was the irony with your character because truthfully it represents you. Bianca was really strong opponent though and with you being a submission specialist, the goal was to get her off her feet.

While prepping for your match, you heard a soft knock on the locker room door before walking over to it and cracking it open just to see who it was. “Hey, we just wanted to come make sure you was good.” No but damn y’all definitely look good…snap out of it Y/N!

Jimmy had on a regular “Island of Relevancy” shirt displaying him, Roman, Jey, Solo, Sami and Paul in the background of it while holding up the undisputed tag titles. His beard neatly trimmed while the top of his head was overshadowed by the “B/L” cap that he was currently wearing. His tattos looked slightly more faded than Jey’s but they added to how fine he looked. Speaking of Jey…he was also there behind Jimmy. His eyes displayed anger from yesterday still, his lips slightly parted showing the golden grills that draped over his bottom teeth. He was also wearing the same shirt Jimmy was, but it was a crop top that hung a bit high displaying his belly button and brown skin beneath. His strong hands gripped the undisputed tag titles as if they were attempting to run away, his tattoos contorted as his muscles tensed while doing so. You could tell they were both ready for their match based off of their demeanor alone. Damn.

“Aye Y/N, you good?”

“Huh? Oh sorry, I zoned out.” Yeah I bet you did…

“You good? I know you got this match against Bianca Belair and based off the look on your face I know you still thinkin’ bout what happened yesterday.”

“Oh….yeah” you said looking away before opening the door fully allowing them to come in.

Jimmy walked in first with Jey following closely behind, as you shut the door behind them both.

“Don’t listen to ‘em, sweetheart,” Jimmy says softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You stronger than that. You gon’ make it, and we gon’ help you every step of the way. Ight?”

“Damn right. You got the heart of a champion, babygirl,” Jey adds, pulling you into a brief hug. “We believe in you. Always have. And always will.”

You feel a weight lift off your shoulders. The Usos had your back, no matter what. You didn’t have enough time to think about it too much though because it was around 7:30 pm and you and Bianca were actually opening the show. Your confidence was low but it was gradually rising higher and higher due to the Usos sweet words and encouragement. “Well, I’d better finish stretching. Thanks for the support y’all I really appreciate it f’real.”

“Aye, no problem. You know we gotchu” Jimmy stated before he and Jey got up heading to the door.

“And remember, you the Anomaly. You different. Keep it like that.” Jey said before him and Jimmy exited the room. You took his words in as you shifted your mindset continuing to prepare for the match.

The arena erupted in a chorus of cheers as Bianca Belair’s entrance music hits. The fans are all in for the EST, and she plays it up, smiling and flexing as she makes her way to the ring with Jade following close behind to cheer her on. Confidence radiated off her, as usual—she was a fan favorite for a reason. But today, there’s an edge to her—this isn’t just another match. It’s a statement. Once Bianca made it to the ring, playing with her ponytail one last time, her music gradually came to a close.

Then, your music hit. The lights flickered, distorting for a second, followed by the eerie screech of the theme song as you made your way down the ramp. There was an unsettling energy in the air as you stepped through the ropes, your eyes locked on Bianca with an unwavering intensity. The fans felt mixed emotions, some cheering, others a little confused, but no one was indifferent.

Just as the bell rings, Bianca immediately tried to overpower you, using her strength and agility to dictate the pace. She hit a few power slams and a shoulder tackle, backing you into the corner. The crowd roars as she starts taunting, using her usual move set, trying to make a point that she’s the stronger of the two.

But you can’t be shaken that easily. You start to counter her every move with a series of elusive rolls and quick reversals, the crowd growing more curious with every step. It’s clear they don’t know how to react—Bianca, the powerhouse, is having trouble keeping up with your unpredictable, almost chaotic style. Each dodge felt like you were in control, bending the match to your will. You thought about Jey and Jimmy’s words of encouragement from training the day before using it to motivate yourself further.

Bianca, frustrated, goes for a KOD (Kiss of Death), lifting you high, but in a split-second, you reverse it with a twisting roll, locking in a modified armbar. The EST was quick to power out, but your eyes flickered with determination, like you’ve unlocked a new level in a video game. This was your moment.

Bianca hits back hard, using her EST strength to bring you to the mat with a brutal suplex. She stalks you for a moment, clearly preparing for something bigger. The crowd senses the impending power move, chanting for Bianca to end it.

But as she attempts another KOD, you counter again. You ducked under the move, using Bianca’s own momentum to launch herself into a quick roll-up, but it’s not enough. As Bianca kicks out, you shift positions, sliding seamlessly behind her. Before Bianca even realizes it, you hit a modified rolling cutter and instead of going for the pin, you immediately went for the submission locking in the Quantum Collapse.

The submission was swift and disorienting. Your legs wrap around Bianca’s midsection in an intricate hold, while your hands pull her arms back in a torturous position. The move feels like time itself is being distorted—there’s no escape. The crowd watches in shock, unsure of how to process what they’re witnessing.

Bianca tries to fight it, but the more she struggles, the deeper the hold sinks in. Her body starts to shake as the pressure builds, a mix of pain and exhaustion overcoming her. The move is unlike anything she’s encountered, and with nowhere to go, she taps the mat, signaling the submission.

The bell rings, and the crowd went silent for a moment before erupting into applause. You immediately let go once she tapped out of shock as you covered your lips with one of your hands. You stood up as the referee raised your hand, and for the first time, you heard the cheers that had once felt distant. The Anomaly, the strange, enigmatic force, has just made her mark on SmackDown—by defeating the reigning EST of WWE. Even Jade was shocked but looked impressed before crawling into the ring to check on her partner.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat dripping down your face, but there was a moment of clarity. The fog you had been fighting against started to clear. You did it. You beat Bianca. The submission, Quantum Collapse, was executed perfectly—an unexpected, unorthodox move that no one, not even Bianca, was ready for.

As the fans cheer, all you could think about was Jimmy and Jey. How they were probably dapping each other up backstage and screaming at the monitor in support. Especially Jey, he was always the more hype one. You gave yourself a silent acknowledgment closing your eyes relishing the moment that you had proven something to everyone—especially yourself.

But just as you begin to feel that sense of pride, a shadow crossed your path.

Bianca Belair stood in the middle of the ring, recovering from the submission. She stared at you, her expression unreadable at first before she took a step forward. For a moment, the tension was palpable. The crowd started to fall silent, unsure of what was about to happen.

Then, Bianca extended her hand.

“You got me, well played” she says, breathless but with a genuine respect in her eyes. “You’re more than what they give you credit for girl.”

You hesitate for a second, the weight of the moment sinking in, but then you grasp her hand. It’s not just a handshake—it’s an unspoken recognition. You’ve earned this. For the first time in the women’s division, you felt acknowledged. Recognized. And to get that from Bianca of all people, someone you constantly compared yourself too, was a treasure.

Later, as the show continued, you were back in the locker room, your was body sore and your heart raced. The win still felt surreal. You stared at yourself in the mirror, your reflection almost unrecognizable, but in the best way. You’ve overcome the voices in your head and the doubts that were suffocating you. The Anomaly wasn’t just a name anymore—it’s who you are.

You heard a knock at the door which you answered already knowing who it was.

Jey walked in, a grin on his face. “Told you,” he says, leaning against the wall. “You got this. You showed ‘em tonight.”

Jimmy ended up smiling walking in before gently embracing you. “We proud of you Y/N, you went out there and proved everybody wrong. Now it’s time for us to go and handle some business.”

“Oh yeah, we still gotta get Drew and KO for yesterday, disrespecting you is like disrespecting the family. And you know we don’t play about family.”

“Trust me, I know. But thanks, Jey,” you reply, your voice steady now, stronger than before. You returned Jimmy’s embrace with one of your own before pulling away smiling. “You too Jimmy, I think I finally get it. Look. Good luck in your match tonight and don’t get hurt too much. I still need that encouragement from you two.”

Jey and Jimmy only gave a chuckle in response. “Aye I can’t promise I won’t get too hurt but we’ll still be there for you regardless if we do.”

“It’s bout showin’ up and you know how we is when it come to that.”

“I know you’ll both do great, I’ll be watching” you said not realizing that came out as a bit too seductive.

“Now we definitely winning” Jimmy said before Jey laughed as they made their way out of the room.

The arena was alive with excitement as they prepared for the main event of the night, Jey and Jimmy Uso stepped out from behind the curtain, holding their Undisputed Tag Team Championships high in the air. The brothers were adorned in their customary Bloodline colors — black and red, with their gear and titles gleaming under the lights. The roar of the crowd is deafening, with many fans chanting “USO!” and holding up their ones as the duo walked down the ramp, meaning nothing but business.

“The Usos—Undisputed Tag Team Champions, but more importantly, they’re the backbone of The Bloodline. You know Roman Reigns is watching this closely tonight.” Corey Graves commented on ringside.

The brothers got into the ring, raising their titles one more time in unison before settling in their corner. Suddenly the sound of a sword slashing hit and the crowd buzzed as Drew McIntyre’s music hit, followed by Kevin Owens’. The two competitors marched down the ramp, looking as ready as ever for a fight, with Drew’s sword, Angela, over his shoulder.

Michael Cole chimed in, “We know McIntyre and Owens are a force, but it’s hard to bet against The Usos, especially when they have that unmatched unity that only comes with being part of The Bloodline.”

As Drew and Owens enter the ring, the two had a heated stare-off with the champions, and the tension between the two teams could be cut with a kitchen knife.

Once the bell rung, Jimmy and Kevin immediately square off. Owens stepped forward with his typical aggression, slamming a hard fist into Jimmy’s chest, but Jimmy countered with his quickness, ducking under Owens’ next strike and landing a sharp chop to Owens’ chest. Jimmy kept up the pressure pulling Owen’s toward him into a clothesline, knocking Owens to the mat.

“Great offense from Jimmy Uso! The Usos are known for their speed, and it’s showing early on here.” Michael commented.

Owens quickly rolled to the corner and tagged in Drew McIntyre, who immediately used his size and power to take control. He charged at Jimmy with a big boot, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle. McIntyre followed up with a brutal suplex, holding Jimmy in the air for several seconds, showcasing his raw strength.

“Drew McIntyre, the Highlander, showing off that raw power that can turn the tide of any match.”

But just as McIntyre took his time showing off to the crowd, this gave Jimmy time to roll to his corner and make a desperate tag to his brother, Jey, who rushed in with a series of quick strikes. Jey went for a superkick to McIntyre, but Drew dodged, and the two lock eyes for a several seconds before charging at each other. Jey ducks under Drew’s attack, tagging Jimmy back in with a smooth double-team maneuver.

The Usos begin to string together their signature moves, using their teamwork to overwhelm both Owens and McIntyre. They execute a beautiful double superkick to Owens, sending him to the outside, and then set their sights on Drew McIntyre.

“This is where the Usos are so dangerous, Michael. It’s all about teamwork, quick tags, and creating chaos.”

Just as The Usos begin to pick up momentum, Kevin rolled back into the ring and caught Jey off guard with a huge super kick, sending him to the mat. Owens then quickly tags in McIntyre, and the two heavyweights double-team Jey. McIntyre hits Jey with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex, and Owens follows it up with a senton bomb.

“Kevin Owens and Drew McIntyre are not letting the Usos get comfortable. They’ve turned the tables!”

Jey tried to fight back, but McIntyre and Owens keep him isolated in their corner. Drew hit Jey with a series of shoulder thrusts into the turnbuckle, each one weakening the tag champion more before tagging in Owens. The crowd is on edge as they watch the Usos struggle to regain control.

Corey spoke into the mic seeing the chaos. “McIntyre and Owens are relentless here. This is tag team wrestling at its finest — wear down the opponent, isolate them, and hit them hard.”

But the Usos didn’t stay down for long. With the fans chanting and clapping for them, Jey found a burst of energy and ducked a clothesline from McIntyre, following up with a superkick that made Drew stumble back. As Owens tried to grab Jey and prevent him from making a tag to his brother, Jey rolled his body around and kicked Owens back. He then crawled to his corner and reached out, desperately tagging in Jimmy.

Jimmy Uso exploded into the ring, hitting a super kick to Owens, then another to McIntyre, who was now on the opposite corner. With the crowd on their feet, Jey found the momentum and quickly hopped back into the ring with Jimmy as Owens was tossed into the ropes. Jimmy quickly made his way behind him picking him up as Jey caught him in the air, hitting their signature 1-D combo on Owens, sending him crashing to the mat.

Corey screamed into the mic. “1-D! The Usos are looking for the win!”

But just as they prepare to end it, McIntyre makes a desperate dive to break up the pin, but Jey kicks him back out of the ring, sending the Scotsman stumbling to the floor. The momentum shifts as Jimmy goes for the Uso Splash.

“Jimmy’s up! He’s going for the splash!” Cole shouted.

As Jimmy leaps from the top rope, Kevin rolls out of the way, causing Jimmy to land on his feet and into a roll. But Jey, now recovered, dives in for a suicide dive onto McIntyre, who was attempting to interfere, knocking both men out of the ring. With Owens down and attempting to recover, Jimmy hit him with a super kick again before climbing to the top rope and hitting a perfectly timed Uso Splash onto Kevin Owens.

“1! 2! 3!”

“DOWN SINCE DAY ONE ISH! WE BEEN DOWN SINCE DAY ONE ISH!”

The bell rings as Jey and Jimmy stand victorious, both brothers raising their Undisputed Tag Team Championships high in the air. Their theme song hit as the Usos celebrated together, standing tall as the crowd goes wild, chanting their names.

“What a victory for the Usos! They weathered the storm, kept their heads in the game, and secured the win. And just like that, The Bloodline stays dominant.” Corey said.

“The Undisputed Tag Team Champions are unstoppable! The Usos have just put another team to the test — and passed with flying colors.” Michael commented.

As the Usos continue to celebrate in the ring, raising their ones. Roman Reigns made his way out of gorilla raising his Universal Championship from the ramp, signaling that The Bloodline remains at the top of the WWE.

“This is a statement, folks. The Bloodline is stronger than ever, and they’re sending a message to the entire roster: no one is safe from the dominance of Roman Reigns, the Usos, and The Bloodline.” Corey commented a pyro went off in the background.

Later that evening, after their match had ended, you Jimmy and Jey celebrated with each other before Jimmy drove you back to your hotel, Jey being in the back while you were in the passenger seat. The air was cool, the night quiet, and your thoughts were a little less jumbled now. They’re still there, though—the whispers of insecurity, the doubts in the back of your mind. But with Jimmy and Jey by your side, it felt a lot more manageable.

Upon arriving at the hotel and checking in, you three made your way to the elevators before heading to your hotel room. As you all entered the hotel room, and the tension that had been building all day suddenly melted away under the cool air. It was like just being in the presence of Jimmy and Jey took away all your worries, stress, and doubts you had been having. You found a spot on the bed plopping down with a sigh.

“Listen,” Jimmy says, sitting down beside you on the bed, “we know whatchu been going through. Yesterday. Today. We’ve been there. But you beautiful, inside and out. We not just sayin’ that to make you feel better. We sayin’ it because it’s the truth.”

Jey nods in agreement, his voice soft. “You got heart, and a body that’s built for greatness. You just have to see it, babygirl. Nobody else matters.”

You swallow hard, still feeling like something’s missing. “I don’t know… I just felt like I’d never be enough.” Still unsure, you looked down at your hands before seeing bigger and strong hands place themselves into yours. It was Jimmy. “You’re more than enough. Especially to us, so tonight instead of moping. Maybe we can do something that will take your mind off everything.” Jimmy’s hands gently lift your chin so you’re looking into his eyes. “We want to show you how beautiful you are, to us, to everyone who sees you.”

Jey’s touch was just as gentle, cupping your face in his hands as he leaned closer to your ear. “This about you, babygirl. No pressure, no rush. We’ll be patient with you. Only if you’re ready, though.”

Your heart pounds, and the nervousness was almost overwhelming. This would be your first time experiencing something so intimate, and the thought of it sent a wave of butterflies through your stomach.

“A-Alright.”You said attempting to soothe your nerves before Jimmy and Jey went quiet exchanging glances to one another. With the two of them being twins, they had that telepathic connection that only they understood. The seconds felt like minutes before Jimmy looked back at you. “Listen, tonight will be all about you. So try and relax and just let us take care of you. Plus with that win we both got, we still not done celebratin’” he flashed a smile, those white teeth lined up perfectly with his intentions and before you knew it he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You were initially in shock, so much you tensed up but then there was Jey to calm you down. While Jey was the more aggressive of the two in the ring, right now, he was being just as gentle as Jimmy was. Not only did your muscles slowly retract, your worries were gone and your thoughts just went blank. Jey started on your neck his hands rubbing your shoulders before giving you a gentle massage. The attention from them both had you going from thunderstruck to being curious and wanting to take it further.

But Jimmy and Jey took their time, making sure you were comfortable every step of the way. They guided you slowly and gently, showing you that your beauty wasn’t just on the outside, but in the way they care for you, in the way they made sure you felt loved, respected, and valued.

Jimmy’s tongue gently slid over your bottom lip asking you for permission before he slowly collided his tongue with yours the moment you opened your mouth. You weren’t new to what sex and kissing was, it was just the very first time you were doing it. Let alone with two men. Jey was the first to gently slide his hands up your shirt and toss it to the floor as Jimmy slowly pulled away and removed your shoes and pants tossing them somewhere in the room.

Jey unclasped your bra, Jimmy taking it into his hands before tossing that too. The younger twin then made his way from behind you gently guiding you further down onto the bed before you felt your back hit the soft covers of the bed before replacing Jimmy’s lips with his own. His kiss was slightly rougher but you wanted to explore him too, the taste of metal from his golden grills that sat on his bottom teeth…you couldn’t get enough of it. Your tongue moved over his as a moan escaped your lips and your hand instinctively made its way through Jimmy’s hair as you realized he was attacking your nipples with that skilled tongue of his.

Having the both of them was like a dream come true, they both knew what they wanted…no who they wanted and it was you. Jey’s hands slowly made their way down your stomach and into your black panties, his fingers gliding over your clit as he deepened the kiss. Your hips slightly raised as he began to move his fingers around in small circles causing you to moan from the friction and the pleasure. The tent in Jimmy’s pants grew but he was more than willing to wait knowing this was your first time and he wanted to savour every moment just as much as you did. He slowly removed your panties before rubbing his hands up and down your legs before kissing down your stomach and towards your inner thighs just above your entrance. Jey’s hands snaked their way back up to your sides beginning to knead your breasts as Jimmy left a few soft kisses there before starting to stare at your entrance spreading your legs apart slowly as his mouth found its way to your folds, his tongue slowly dragging upwards to your clit swirling his tongue around it before wrapping his arms around your legs. The faster his tongue moved, the more your legs shook and the louder your moans became. Jey stayed beside you the entire time but just as you closed your eyes, the sound of his voice made you snap them open. “Look at me with them pretty ass eyes ma, don’t close em.” He said as he left soft kisses down your neck. “And if you can’t, look at my brother.” He said before stopping just above your nipple before taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

The double stimulation was driving you crazy especially since they were both using their tongues on different parts of your body, but those parts had the same amount of sensitivity which was even worse for you but better for them based on how much you were squirming and moaning. You looked down at Jimmy gripping his hair into your hands, and realizing he was staring at you, those soft yet hungry eyes. My god you loved them. “I-I’m gonna c-cum! F-Fuck, Jimmy!” you moaned out before suddenly bucking your hips and releasing all over his mouth as your legs trembled. He slowly pulled away loving how he had you shaking for him before he and Jey completely undressed themselves in front of you, after Jey had also pulled away from your nipples. Your eyes immediately went to both of their dicks, observing them thoroughly. You had almost forgot that it would be your first time for a second but the thought of it and the size of them made you second guess yourself for a moment. Jey was long for sure but his also had a little more girth than Jimmy’s. It looked thick and pre cum had been leaking from the tip, presumably from the activities that took place. Jimmy on the other hand, his girth was slightly less than Jey’s but his length made up for every bit of it. God damn. He was also leaking pre cum and looked heavy.

“Now babygirl, we can stop anytime. We know this yo first time doin’ this and we do not wanna hurt you. In fact if you feel like you need to stop at any point, tell us your safe word and we will immediately stop what we doin’. Don’t matter what it is.” Jimmy said before Jey also chimed in.

“Nah f’real though, no matter how good shit feels, if you hurtin’, not comfortable, or just can’t take it, we will stop.”

“M-My safe word is Red.” You said prompting a nod from them, slowly sitting up as you spoke. “We gon go slow since it’s your first time okay?” Jimmy questioned before starting to rub his length with his hand before commanding you with a soft turn. “Alright babygirl, turn around for me.” He said before placing one knee on the bed and having his other leg off of it starting to slowly rub his length against your wet entrance getting a feel of it, the moment you turned around. “Ready?”

“Y-Yes” you said as you felt your walls slowly expand before you felt a stinging sensation causing you to wince and Jimmy to instantly stop. “You good?” He asked and you immediately said yes not wanting this to stop. You were already this far and you felt like since this was your first time, it would hurt regardless because you’d never done it. But you trusted the Usos and knew they’d never hurt you. “Y-Yes, keep g-going” you commanded before feeling your walls expand even further, your lower half feeling more full by the second as Jimmy’s dragged out moans and curses could be heard behind you.

“Damn, so tight baby but you taking me so well mmm” he let out a grunt at the end before pulling out and slamming back into you from behind causing the stinging pain that was once there to slowly subside as your walls felt a bit numb at first before being overtaken by nothing but pleasure. Things started off slow, before starting to heat up. Jimmy was plowing you from behind and Jey has his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while lifting your chin slowly. “You don’t gotta shy away from us babygirl, we wanna see all the expressions you finna make.” He said gently petting your face causing it to heat up and make you give an attempt at looking away. “Uh uh, what I say?” Jey still held your chin firm in his free hand before Jimmy chimed in.

“What I tell you bout that confidence mama? Huh?” He said before smacking your ass once and gripping the skin as he pounded you from behind causing you to suddenly let out a loud moan and look up at Jey. “You being so good f’us right now, you know that?” He grunted, his voice low in your ear. “I told you we was gonna treat you tonight didn’t I?” He said slamming his cock in and out of you. You were too stunned to even speak, you couldn’t do anything but let them and the neighbors you three had on both sides of you, know how much pleasure your were receiving. That was until Jey decided that your mouth looked a little too good when it was open, prompting him to fill it with his dick. “That’s right take it all in, ma” he said before throwing his head back as he ran his hands through your ponytail.

Your body was starting to get overstimulated a bit, not use to any of this, but your pussy yearned for more and your mouth only opened a bit wider, prompting Jey to sink his cock further towards your throat. Your moans moved Jey as he began to bob your head, while pushing forward. “That’s right, mhmm” he growled out before looking back at you. His eyes, you wanted to keep eye contact so bad but at the same time, Jey’s stare was different from Jimmy’s. Jimmy’s stare was soft but hungry, like he knew what you needed and was determined to give it to you. Jey’s stare was more intense and seductive, his was also hungry but with how dark his eyes got, it was like he commanded the attention so you couldn’t look away.

Your pussy was throbbing from being drilled by Jimmy and your mouth was salivating all over Jey’s length as he praised you for it. “God damn babygirl, you squeezin’ me tight as hell, you want me to let it out in you huh?” He said before biting his lip showing his top set of teeth. “Mmmphhhff!” You moaned out on Jey’s cock, sending vibrations down the younger twins length. Your orgasm had been building and your legs were shaking below you but you tried so hard to control your release, however, you were too sensitive. So sensitive that Jimmy decided to test the waters and reach down to rub your clit anyway knowing this while giving you back shots. You couldn’t take it as your eyes rolled back and your juices spilled all over his cock. Your body tensed up as your lower body shook, your orgasm ripping through you from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Jimmy wasn’t far behind you, you could tell by how much his dick twitched….until he let it out inside of you and moaned in your ear. Your vibrations from the moans you let out were even enough to send Jey over the edge too as he gripped your ponytail and pushed his hips forward, a salty white liquid making its way down your throat as you swallowed.

As all three of you calmed down from your highs, they both pulled out before Jey pulled you close to him kissing you deeply, the aftertaste of him still being on your tongue. But you loved how Jey tasted and that wasn’t stopping you from colliding your tongue with his as he laid down on the bed, pulling your body on top of his, positioning you to where you were now in front of Jimmy’s cock. “Hey babygirl” he said as you pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him to see him stroking his length. If this was a dream, you’d never wanna wake up. Jey had slowly positioned himself at your entrance before slowly pushing into you for a moment before lowering you down on the rest of his length letting a soft moan slip from his lips.

Jimmy on the other hand pushed his length into your moan holding your ponytail loving how nicely your jaws were wrapped around him. “Eat that up f’me” he whispered before groaning and beginning to thrust his hips forward. Your eyes continued looking up into Jimmy’s as Jey held your hips and began thrusting up wards, his head being just under your breasts watching as they moved back and forth.

Jimmy’s cock was so long it didn’t take much of it before you started gagging once as you felt the tip reach your uvula. You gagged but kept it in your mouth, sucking on it anyway getting your own aftertaste on your tongue in the process but none of that mattered. Not when it came to them. Jey on the other hand gripped your ass with precision before slamming his cock up into you loving how your walls would stretch each time. He could feel every bit of it and that’s the way he wanted it because he wanted you. They both did and they were both getting their way right now.

Your hands wrapped themselves around the part of Jimmy you didn’t have in your mouth as you started to move it back and forth, earning a strained moan from him causing his head to roll back. Jimmy could only grip your ponytail tighter as the sounds of your slurping and your moans from what was happening below, was driving him crazy. You started to bob your own head, increasing your speed as it combined with Jimmy already pulling you forward and moving his hips forward at the same time. “Fuck mannn” he let out as Jey noticed how your walls were clenching onto him further.

“You gon cream on me huh? Go head ma, let me know how much you love this f’real” he said thrusting up into you harder causing your walls to expand further and further each time his dick plowed into you. But Jey he felt that orgasm building and he felt how your walls would expand and suddenly clenching around him each time he would hit that spot. “You like it when I hit that huh? Use them words babygirl” he said knowing how close you were, purposely hitting your g spot over and over again.

“Mhmmm!! R-Ri’ dereee!” You screamed out against Jimmy’s cock as your legs shook and eventually buckled feeling the orgasm you were chasing suddenly crashing into you like a truck. Your entire body, especially your legs could do nothing but jerk as your voice fought to catch up with your breath. Jey could only groan feeling your juices leak all over his cock, causing his cock to twitch. “God damn, babygirl you feel that shit huh? So good f’ me, you deserve a reward don’tchu?” Your eyes were rolled back as your body was still attempting to get over your first orgasm. “Mmhmmpf!!” That last vibration you gave to Jimmy sent him to the moon, his breath became shaky as you felt that warm white liquid pool in your mouth. That salty taste being apart of Jimmy combined with the realization that Jey hadn’t came yet m made your pussy drip even more. Having your mouth full of Jimmy’s dick while being plowed by his twin brother below you made your mind a blank canvas. You only cared that you got what you wanted, and that was Jey’s reward. Whatever it was. Even if it was him painting your inner walls white, you wanted every bit of it. With one last bounce, Jey emptied himself inside of you, leaning his head back as he did. Your moans mixed with his as you felt your insides warm up from his seed. You slowly pulled off of Jimmy’s cock with a soft pop just as Jey lifted you up off his cock after a moment as his cock retracted still being hard from the events that just took place.

Jey didn’t let go of you yet though, his hands still wrapped around your waist as he pulled you down toward his chest attempting to catch his breath. He began placing soft tender kisses on your forehead and cheeks before gently wrapping his free hand around your cheeks. “You did well f’real and you’re beautiful as fuck. Ight, anytime you think you not. We gon remind you of this, and it might not be just talking bout it either.” He commented before gently laying you in between him and Jimmy who crawled on the bed beside you and Jey still panting slightly.

“Yup and remember what we said bout that confidence. It’s in them eyes too” he said winking at you. He was so playful like he wasn’t just dicking you down a second ago, damn you Jimmy.

After the tenderness and care, as you lay together, the room quiet and peaceful, Jimmy and Jey make sure you feel completely comfortable, taking the time to pamper you. They held you close, kissing your forehead, stroking your hair as they whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“Sleep well, babygirl,” Jey says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You more than enough, just remember that. You perfect the way you are.”

Jimmy pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around you. “We gotchu, sweetheart. Know that.”

As you drift off to sleep, surrounded by their warmth and protection, the insecurities begin to fade away, replaced with a newfound sense of self-love and acceptance.

Fin❦

Note: Whewww y’all this was a wild ride but thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you like it♥️

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[colibrie]

Can. Can you please do #11 with the Fang AU?

11. "Just keep breathing. In and out. You're doing great." (Minor warning for blood and injury).

Hamato Leonardo knew himself to be a turtle of many enviable talents. Out-of-this-world charisma, rugged good looks, hilarious, a tactical mind, and a resourceful field medic. The whole package. Except, he was not a scientist. He'd never had the patience or the attention span for fiddly formulas, obsessive note-taking, and tedious repetition needed for an experiment to be successful. As the team’s leader and face man, Leo thrived in the gray, mixing information and spontaneity, tweaking and twisting to ensure the outcome he wanted came to pass. Science was Donnie's world. His egg-headed twin thrived in black and white; relying on repetition, craved clearly defined variables, delighting in percentiles and predictability. That was what balanced them in the end, what made them tick as twins. Brainiac and face man, street smarts and book smarts, innovation and invention.

And maybe that was why he was struggling now, sitting hunched over his secret pile of medical books, scowling as he compared them to the ones April had brought from the library. Squinting at tiny, cramped print as his head pounded, forcing eyes crusted from lack of sleep to open to absorb the paragraphs detailing anatomy, herpetology, and epidemiology, alongside pictures that were various degrees of uselessness. This was Donnie’s world, and maybe he would have enjoyed this torment. Maybe, his twin could make sense of these "viral counts" and "impact percentiles ". Maybe, if his twin weren't strapped to the bed behind him, delirious and writhing in pain, they could have already fixed whatever this thing was.

"Shell," Leo groaned, throwing down his pencil as one hand rose to rub his tired eyes.

He was going to get crow's feet and fine lines from glaring at these useless books, things he could (loudly) tolerate if they were to result in a solution to whatever plaguing their purple brother. But they hadn’t so far. Days of effort, nights of burning well past the midnight oil, and all he had to show for his efforts was a splitting headache and a massive collection of unwashed tea mugs. None of Donnie's symptoms matched with anything detailed in the textbooks, or CDC and WHO websites. Given the creepy level of the lab they'd wreaked, it wasn’t truly that surprising, even if it was frustrating. There was, shockingly, not a lot of published research on mutants, let alone their illnesses or immune systems. But, illnesses didn't just come out of nowhere! He didn't need a fancy piece of paper or a Donnie-level IQ to know that. Whatever was ailing Donnie had to be documented somewhere. But he was a field medic for pizza's sake! He knew how to set bones, sew up cuts, and head off infections. Not cellular biology!

Throwing his hands up in defeat, he slouched back into his desk chair. Maybe Mikey was right. Maybe it was time to call in Draxum, much as Leo would rather eat a bucket of nails or light fire to all his limited-edition JJ comics than say it out loud. Mad scientist psycho or not, the Yokai understood a lot more than Leo did, in this one area anyway. And while they were at it, maybe they’d been looking at things all wrong. If a science-based solution wasn’t available, maybe a mystic solution could help? It would be the most delicious kind of irony, given Donnie’s historic skepticism of anything mystical or magical. Maybe their father could take a trip to the mystic library, or they could send one of the Casey’s to Witch Town. So long as they didn't drop Donnie's name in any conversations it would probably be...

A pained snarl cut through his thoughts, and he whirled the chair around to find Donnie bucking against his restraints, head thrown back in a terrible arc as he gasped for air.

"Whoa! Easy D!" Leo exclaimed, jumping out of his seat to reach for the oxygen mask and tank that April and Casey Jr had kindly "liberated" from April's school following the Krang invasion. "Just keep breathing Dontron, in and out."

His twin hissed in response, pants deepening to a guttural growl as Leo approached and attempted to press the mask over Donnie's nose and mouth.

"Come on man, you're doing great. This is going to help you do even better, so chill out a little and I'll-"

Faster than lightning Donnie struck, neck muscles stretched and strained as he ducked around the mask and sunk his teeth deep into the flesh of Leo's forearm.

"OW!" Leo yelled, the oxygen mask slipping from his fingers as they spasmed open in shock. "Dee, let go!"

Donatello snarled in reply, sharp teeth sinking and shredding as his jaws clamped down on Leo's limb.

"Get OFF!" Leo bellowed, jamming the thumb of his free hand into the pressure point just behind the soft shell’s jaw. It took way longer than it should have for Donatello’s teeth to release him, too many long, painful seconds before Leo could pull his arm away and stumble back a step from the bed, cradling his injured limb close. Torn flesh burned against the open air, pain licking out from fingertip to elbow while small crimson streams braided into rivers as they raced across his skin to follow gravity to the floor.

“What the shell?!” Leo snapped, free hand clamping down over the injury as he stumbled towards the cabinet that held their stock of bandages.

Donnie hissed again in reply, and Leo had to fight the urge to cringe away from the way his blood smeared across his brothers lips and chin, the way it painted his sharp teeth when said lips peeled back in a snarl. Dark eyes followed every jerky move as he fumbled with trying to disinfect and wrap the wound with one hand, breaths hitching as the pain in his arm built, creeping like the most agonizing ivy towards his shoulder. Slitted predator pupils zeroed in one the…wait…Donnie didn’t have slitted pupils. None of them did. Their eyes had always been human…

“What the…”

He didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence. Between one breath and the next the pain exploded, lancing up his neck and spearing deep into his chest. His jaw snapped shut around a cry as every nerve in his body seemed to simultaneously go up in flames, numb and useless legs folding like a house of cards as he hit the concrete floor of the med bay. He tried to break his fall, but his body failed to respond to any desperate command his brain tried to send. He tried to call for help, or maybe just scream, but his lungs couldn’t pull in the air he needed. He was trapped, a silently writhing vessel slowly filling up with pain.

[dreamerwriternstargazer]

Adding onto this, half of the frustration I think regarding the bi-generation is that it is so…. Limited in its consequences and that is classic poor RTD writing - the man’s always been afraid to break rules and open up the potential of a particular concept, often choosing to steer back to a fan indulgent, happy ending. This isn’t inherently a bad thing, but that is why RTD’s big lore choices are often not as criticised as Chibnall’s, because he does something small that doesn’t change the equilibrium of the show, ultimately.

I heartily believe Tentoo narratively speaking was actually a much more creative and skilful execution of bigeneration than the literal bigeneration was, probably because it was planned out for longer

Yes it really only served the purpose of giving Rose a fairytale ending, but that in itself is rather sweet and poetic, and the mechanics of it make a lot of sense I like the way the hand was brought back to make Tentoo I felt it was one of the few times RTD executed a story in a slightly Moffat-esque manner in that the lore mechanics were transparent even if the conclusion was still fan service

When it comes to The Timeless Child, it’s unpopular because it nukes all the important essence to the Doctor, the fact that he is an Everyman, he is not more important, yes because for the Old Guard it messes with their sense of continuity with the show and they don’t like that, but I think what bothers both sides is the fact that it’s never brought anywhere and never says anything more conclusive than: the Doctor was Special because they were the Start of Everything, it feels borderline Space Jesus-y (which we NEED to stop doing in Doctor Who I’m so over it 💀)

(Also I will acknowledge Flux made a fair attempt at making something more of the Timeless Child and the new potential it brings up in the Doctor’s past, I really enjoyed it, but it still resolves in a dull way and while plenty of conflict is shown for 13 none of it really goes anywhere or has a message to it. Her issues with her adopted “mother” figure could have been fleshed out, the people she used to be and can’t remember could have been written more clearly, but ultimately nothing is SAID with the conflicts there’s nothing conclusive and we don’t learn more about the Doctor or see growth)

This is Chibnall’s issue in a nutshell - he can’t write any sort of conclusion because I believe he really doesn’t know what he’s trying to say, he doesn’t have a clear intent going into a story so even if he sorts out his character writing and dialogue issues, the end result feels disappointing because it feels hollow. Because it IS hollow.

The Timeless Child could have been used to show a great deal of internal conflict with the Doctor, change the character properly in a way that matters, and yes while there’s attempts at showing conflict with 13 I can only attribute that to the strength of the episode writers through Flux and Jodie’s acting. It must be acknowledged that while there are substantial things to read into with Jodie’s Doctor - the fact that she’s so closed off, the fact that she’s constantly trying to be cheerful and never talks about the Timeless Child truths and how they affected her - are all Watsonian readings of the text. The main interesting conflict in 13 is that we consider her so tightly wound because she’s quiet and we deduce straight-laced, ignoring that we only make this of her because Chibnall forgets to write emotions and internal conflict for her. As a result, we are forced to analyse and use the absence of it as a building block for her character in a death of the author manner that has never been necessary for RTD or Moffat, who, though have made some rather big lore changes themselves, have always shown the emotional and practical consequences of it on the Doctor.

In comparison to both RTD and Chibnall, I present to you Moffat - the man who basically batted a lore changing concept every season he ran and I truly feel hit a home run every time

While we can debate over whether Moffat’s better at individual episodes or season long arcs (I would say the latter but primarily in relation to *character arcs*) what is crystal clear is that he is bold enough to introduce something new, and has enough intent to use it to say something substantial about the Doctor or really any other character - he is smart enough to actually break the lore and rebuild it.

The War Doctor is probably the easiest example to cite - a regeneration we never knew! We get insight into the Doctor’s extremely conflicted, extremely grey past, his actions in the Time War, we actually get a proper plot ABOUT the Time War in which we see the conclusion of it. We are changed for knowing about this, but not too much because he uses the conclusion, his classic “there’s always a way out”, to show the character’s growth, to show how he has been changed from 10 to 11, from War to 11, by his companions, to dare to say he won’t repeat his mistakes. Moffat could have shown the Doctors all standing together to destroy Gallifrey and the Daleks again, and there’s still meaning in the fact that they went with War to help him, the fact that they were no longer running away and taking responsibility, but we get the final Doctor (not that we know of it yet), Clara Oswald, demanding that they change things. Considering what she would later become, the other half of the Hybrid, we could almost view this scene then as a reminder of the importance of the companion to the Doctor but also as foreshadowing for Clara’s future - the most healed, most hopeful, most important Doctor who was holding onto the tenant of being the Doctor and reminding the others, almost I feel what 13 should have been to her Timeless Child selves.

Moffat skilfully used one of RTD’s own big lore points, Bad Wolf Girl, as the plot mechanism for how the Doctors are brought back together, while paralleling the story with that of the Zygon face off with UNIT, ultimately bringing us to still another imperfect conclusion - Gallifrey is there, but it needs to be found, unfrozen, the difference is… there’s time enough to save it. Yet this is still perfect because all of these different elements to the anniversary episode - the Zygon invasion, War being a regeneration, Gallifrey’s existence itself - are all utilised again and again for future episodes, hell Gallifrey feeds into another, if slightly less grand, lore shatter of the Hybrid.

RTD throws a net into the pond of the show to catch a specific fish

And Chibnall throws a stone into the pond of the show and forgets that he did it

But Moffat? Moffat throws a stone into the pond (heh) of the show and watches and takes note of every possible ripple.

Bigeneration is just as lore-changing as the Timeless Child. And yet no one shits on it because their precious RTD wrote it. If Chibnall did something like this, y'all would have your pitchforks at the ready. The double standards in this fandom, I swear. RTD is allowed to retcon Doctor Who, but heavens forbid Chibnall even try.

The Doctor is no longer even a parent because of him. David Tennant is a good actor, but I'm tired of people pretending like he's the face of Doctor Who. The whole point of the show is that the Doctor has different faces, and we should love them all—not regress backwards.

We deserved to see the Fourteenth Doctor in Thirteenth's clothes, and not for everything she is to burn up and die. The Fifteenth Doctor deserved his own regeneration scene like every other Doctor, without Fourteenth randomly sticking around because of RTD's inability to let go of the characters he wrote.

At least the Timeless Child added something more to the Doctor's story. Bigeneration took something away: the emotional impact of the Doctor's regeneration - having to say goodbye.

[helsensm]

this one has been sitting in my wips since October (face was baaaad, I struggled too much), but today I finally was in a mood to fix it up a little bit and slap some colors 👐 and- wait, what is THAT? is that… is that a backstory?? WOW 🤯

Saoirse (she/her), 28 y/o human, Shaolin warrior monk from Outworld

TW: implied SA, child аbuse

Bio: Irish by origin, Saoirse was separated from her parents in early childhood. She grew up in China's hinterlands in brothel/gambling house – the base of the local “crime lord”. Forced to live among and interact with people of all kinds (mostly not great), Saoirse quickly learned to mimic other’s behavior and play different roles – and later she started to use this skill in martial arts.

When she was 12, one of the magic rituals that the crime lord liked to perform there, ended up with the soul of the sacrifice getting “corrupted” and possessing Saoirse. No one realized what really happened, and her mood swings and growing aggression were blamed on puberty. After another few years Saoirse snapped and with the help of the spirit and newfound abilities кilled every client she saw, as well as brothel keepers, and burnt the place down.

After that, she jumps from orphanage to foster care and back for some time before ending up in Shaolin monastery. And after several tough years there she finally finds a place for herself. Now she lives in Academy, teaching young and new initiates and helping other broken people, who struggle to accept the past and find piece, as she did. And although she’s not an “official” Earthrealm’s defender, she’s ready to take any task given by Lord Liu Kang and land a hand to her friends.

Personality: As a “carrier” for a spirit-embodiment of rage and vengeance, Saoirse faced the issue of learning how to control her anger and manage her abilities. After the accident at the Academy, when her recklessness caused one of the students getting injured, she left the Shaolin for a few years. She trained in meditated in isolation under the control of one of the monks. Now Saoirse has her emotions under fine control, and most of the time shows herself as politely distant, calm person – or mirroring the demeanor of people around her. In relaxed atmosphere, among friends and people she trusts, her inner child comes out. She becomes more energetic, playfully sarcastic and prone to mischief. In any situation Saoirse thinks before she acts, and overall gives the impression of a person who is confident in their abilities.

[warrioreowynofrohan]

LOTR Newsletter - January 11

Today is the arrival at Caradhras and the start of the ascent, but I want to jump back to events in the Shire as some context for what's going on in the rest of the timeline.

This is from "The Scouring of the Shire", with events recounted by Farmer Cotton. Previously, in the autumn, things had already started to get back: Lotho Sackville-Baggins has previously acquired a lot of land in the Southfarthing, and was exporting not just a lot of pipeweed but so much food (to Isengard) that the Shire began to run short. Then Men, ruffians (also from Isengard and its allies) also began to come to the Shire in growing numbers.

“Things began to get short, and winter coming on, too. Folk got angry, but he [Lotho] had his answer. A lot of Men, ruffians mostly, came with great waggons, some to carry off the goods south-away, and others to say. And more came. And before we knew where we were they were planted here and there all over the Shire, and were felling trees and digging and building themselves sheds and house just as they liked. At first goods and damage was paid for by Pimple [Lotho]; but soon they began lording it around and taking what they wanted.

“Then there was a bit of trouble, but not enough. Old Will the Mayor set off for Bag End to protest, but he never got there. Ruffians laid hands on him and took and locked him up in a hole in Michel Delving, and there he is now. And after that, it would be soon after New Year, there weren’t no more Mayor, and Pimple called himself Chief Shirriff, or just Chief, and did as he liked; and if anyone got ‘uppish’ as they called it, they followed Will. So things went from bad to worse.  There wasn’t no smoke left, save for the Men; and the Chief didn’t hold with beer, save for his Men, and closed all the inns; and everything except Rules got shorter and shorter, unless one could hide a bit of one’s own when the ruffians went round gathering stuff up ‘for fair distribution’: which meant they got it and we didn’t, except for the leavings which you could have at the Shirriff-houses, if you could stomach them. All very bad.”           

The bolded bit is a literal coup d'etat: the legitimate mayor of the Shire removed and imprisoned by paramilitary forces working for Lotho, and Lotho setting himself up as dictator and taking political prisoners. This is important to me, because we only see the impacts on the Shire once Saruman is there, so it's easy to attribute most or all of the damage to Saruman. But Saruman doesn't show up until late September! Lotho's coup happens before the Fellowship even reach Moria, and the majority of the time between January and November, what is going on in the Shire is Lotho's dictatorship, only indirectly influenced by Isengard.

[putiflowy]

Seong Gi-hun x fem! reader

Summary: On your way home you are being chased by a strange man in a suit. No place seems safe until you run into an old friend, Gi-hun.

Warnings: I'm a yapper (word count: 2.5k). Also, sexy time (masturbation, oral, teasing, praising, sex toys, unprotected sex, a lot of talking during sex, penetration, creampie, fluff).

Walking alone at night has always been a terrifying experience and even more when you were being followed by a mysterious dark figure. You held your purse strap tightly and played with it between your fingers to calm your nerves. In case the man showed up, you were prepared to hit him with it. In the best case scenario, he wouldn't follow you afterward. However, worse situations crossed your mind. Therefore, you decided that the best thing to do was to find a place to hide.

Not so far from you there was a bright neon light coming from a pink motel. Although you had lost sight of the creepy man, you decided it was best not to risk going home. As you approached the doors, you realized that everything was darker and less welcoming than you had expected. Still, you pressed the doorbell as many times as you could and waited for an answer. Your knocks had not gone unnoticed. What you didn't know was that a camera had been zooming in to get a closer picture of you.

"Fuck it." You sighed and decided to walk away, trying to find a safer place so the freak would get tired of following you. Near the motel, there was a convenience store that still had light. You greeted the tired cashier and she forced a smile in return. As you checked out the products through the various food sections, you kept an eye on the window, just in case the man appeared. Once in the drink section, you took your time inspecting all the products.

“Coffee with milk… no… aloe vera juice… no… boba tea… hmmm…”. Staying focused on the juices was also a way to release the pent-up stress. However, this new task had made you oblivious to your surroundings. Suddenly, a finger poked your shoulder. It was a polite touch, but still, it sent shivers down your spine. You had goosebumps everywhere. Was it him?

"You seem to be lost." A familiar voice spoke from behind you.

"Gi-hun?" As soon as you saw that lanky figure of your childhood friend, your fear was replaced by nostalgia and excitement. You couldn't contain your happiness and immediately jumped up to give him a bear hug.

"(Y/n)!" He exclaimed and quickly returned the embrace. From the tightness of his grip, you could tell he had missed you too. After breaking away from the hug, you put your free arm around his and he gently caressed the hand you had offered him. Despite the dark circles under his eyes, his face glowed with joy.

"Gi-hun, it's so great to see you again. It's been ages, where have you been hiding?" Curiosity took hold of you. A lot of questions needed to be made.

"I could say the same, (Y/n)! We have a lot to catch on." You walked the short aisles of the store as if you were a young couple strolling through the mall.

"Tell me, tell me! Are you living here in Seoul?" The latest update you had on his life was that his daughter was a very good student and that he was having frequent arguments with his wife.

"No, no, I moved recently... work related." He scratched the back of his head and broke eye contact with you for a moment.

"Oh! Are you living here with... Ga-yeong? How is she anyway? She must be so tall by now. Just like his dad!" You mentally high-fived yourself for being able to remember his daughter's name.

"Ugh... She is actually with Eun-ji and her husband, in the US." He lowered his head for a moment, as this was a difficult and personal topic.

"I did not know-"

"Don't worry! Things happen. So, how are you? And what brings you to Seoul?" He quickly changed the subject to focus on you. After all, there was a reason he came here.

"Oh not much. Well, actually, I went for some drinks with my coworkers and they all left. I was trying to get to my house, but-"

"I saw you on the camera of the motel. Are you okay?" His grip on your hand tightened.

"Are you... working there?" Your head was not focused on the problem that brought you to this place.

"I'll explain it later, but yeah. Now tell me, are you in danger?" The joy on his face faded, revealing an expression of concern. That was the real intention that brought him here, despite wanting to see you.

"I think... I think a guy is following me." You started to remember the details of the night. "I was at the club and, as I was about to have a drink, a man in a suit offered to pay for it. He got closer to my ear and asked me if I wanted to play a game. I said nothing and went back with my coworkers. Then, sometime during the night, he came up to me again and started saying some scary shit like…." Gi-hun listened as he breathed deeply, worried about the suited man.

"What did he say?" He asked, his hand still gripping yours.

"He knew my name and surname. Also my debt. It was so weird. I decided to walk away from that place as fast as I could. I'm scared, Gi-hun. I don't want to go to my house in case he follows me, but maybe he already knows where I live."

"Don't worry, (Y/n). I'll stay here with you. You can stay at my house if that's what makes you feel safer."

"Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Gi-hun." On your way back to his home, you did not expect him to be living on the pink motel. Even less expected: he was the owner. The door to his room was reinforced andhad various latches. The inside was quite messy with papers all around, yet he kept the place pretty clean. As you inspected the room, you quickly took notice of the different screens that showed various locations of the motel. He had cameras almost everywhere. This made you worry more about his situation than yours.

"There are many thugs around here. I like to keep an eye on them." Gi-hun sat confortably on his bed, leaving a space for you to sit beside him. You decided to sit in front of him in a wooden chair, ready to get all the answers.

"What's going on here, Gi-hun? How did you get all the money to pay for this motel and... well all of this?" The worry in your eyes was notorious. What had this man gotten himself into?

...

The hours went by quickly. You shared laughs, talked about recent losses, struggles, reminisced about childhood memories. The fear dissipated. Had a few. The attraction you felt for him was slowly more and more obvious. You got up the courage over drinks and decided to flirt with him. Gi-hun seemed to be into you by the way he laughed at all of your jokes and how he touched your arm from time to time.

"Hey, if I go into the bathroom. There won't be cameras watching me, right?" You warned him by tugging firmly on his shirt collar. The corner of his mouth trembled trying to hide his laughter.

"No, don't worry, (Y/n)." He raised his arms in an attempt to prove his innocence.

"Good." You pointed the leather bag that was on his bed and he brought it closer to you. "Thanks." With a last dangerous but flirtatious glance, you left the room.

The bathroom was not anything out of this world, yet it had a very nice bathtub with a purple curtain. You checked your face on the mirror to reapply mascara. Your lipstick was long gone but as you were anticipating a lot of making out for this night, you did not put any on. For an extra spicy touch for the night, you took your panties and bra off, hiding them in your bag. Now you were only wearing a tight dress that left no room for imagination. Once you were ready, you walked back to the room. An entertained and slightly drunk Gi-hun was waiting patiently on his bed.

"You look different." Gi-hun's hand was resting near his crotch and the other one was holding his weight.

"You like it?" He was enjoying your moves as you showed him your dress. You left the bag on the floor and walked enticingly towards him.

"(Y/n), you look amazing." You sat on his lap facing him, with your expossed crotch pressing on his clothed member. Gi-hun's jaw was relaxed and all you could hear were his heavy breaths, filled with desire to have you.

"You should have told me that a long time ago." You cupped his cheeks between your hands. His face looked pretty funny all squashed up.

"I'd never thought a woman like you would like someone like me." Your hands were impeding Gi-hun from speaking properly.

"You want to fuck me then?" Your direct question caught him off guard, so you took the chance to explore his body. Your index finger caressed softly his cheekbone, admiring his handsome features. You then moved to his shoulders, massaging them and pulling his shirt down. As you started touching him, his hands travelled from your back to your butt, pressing his nails softly. When he noticed you were not wearing panties he gave you a dirty look that let a loud laughter escape from your lips.

"You little freak." This just made him want you more. His movements became more savage, exploring with more passion and leaving no room for shyness. You could feel his clothed erection pressing between your thighs.

"You look so hot when you're horny." You complimented Gi-hun enjoying his facial expression. You also teased him with some wet kisses.

"(Y/n). You can't even imagine how much I want to fuck you." He brushed his fingers over the hem of your dress, lifting it slowly to reveal more skin.

"Me too." He squeezed your ass cheek, still waiting for permission to touch in between your thighs. As it was quite difficult to reach to your parts in this position, you laid down on the bed. You opened your legs widely, making it clear that you wanted him.

"You are quite impatient, aren't you?" He said as he grabbed your thighs firmly. As his head lowered down in between them, you traced with your fingers along the strands of his hair. You could feel his hot breath in your pussy sending shivers throught your entire body.

"Touch me." You ordered but he ignored you. He kept massaging all the places around your pussy to make you crave his touch even more.

"I'm sorry, darling. You will have to beg for it." He licked his lips softly caressing around your folds with his fingers.

"Please, Gi-hun. I need you." You pleaded and he seemed to be satisfied. His index finger found you clit and started rubbing circles against it. You took advantage of the fact that you were holding his hair and you lowered his head to your pussy. In no time, his lips were sucking on your clit, making you shiver and pant even faster. He changed the motions and pace from time to time, which made you go crazier for him. Your vagina was pulsating, wanting him to penetrate you desperately. Gi-hun took notice of this and moved his hand closer to your entrance. He slipped a finger inside of you and in return, you gave him a satisfied smile as he pumped it in and out. Then, he pulled one finger more, still sucking and licking on your clit.

"Is this what you want?" His face was now not so many inches away from yours and his finger still pumping in and out of you.

"I need you Gi-hun, please. Fuck me." You said that last one making eye contact with him flirtatiously. He pulled out his wet fingers out of you for a moment and moved to a drawer to get something.

"You see. When I bought this place it came with some free toys. I still have not have the chance to use them. Wanna try?" He revealed a vibrating bullet and turned it on, showing you the different modes and intensities it had. You gave him a quick 'yes' with your head. He pressed the toy on your clit and a loud moan escaped from your lips when he inserted his fingers back. He enjoyed every bit of it.

"Gi-hun!" You exclaimed grabbing his hand with force. The sensations were becoming overwhelming.

"You look so beatiful like this." He complimented as you panted heavily. "I wonder what you would look like with my cock inside of you." Gi-hun grabbed your wrist guiding it to the vibrating bullet. Now you were the one in control of the modes and intensities. As his fingers were no longer inside of you, you decided to try with a different mode. While you were playing with the vibrator, Gi-hun's hand hooked under your thigh and pulled one of your legs over his shoulder. The other hand unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers to reveal his throbbing erection.

"You like that?" He asked rubbing the tip of his penis in your entrance. Seeing your facial expression of pure pleasure and the moans you gave in response were more than enough for him to keep going.

"I want you, Gi-hun." The sound of his name in your lips made him groan. The moment you said you wanted him, he pressed his dick slowly inside of you.

"You feel so good on my dick." His size filled your vagina and he waited a moment for you to adjust before thrusting. Once you were ready he started thrusting in and out slowly. Then, his eyes dropped down to your bouncing boobs.

"Like what you see?" You moved the hand that wasn't holding the vibrator to your boob and gave it a gentle squeeze. Even if he liked it, he decided to take a more dominating role. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them over your head.

"What about this? You like it?" You smiled in return and crossed your legs around his waist so he would keep thrusting deeper. With his dick inside you and the vibrator, you wouldn't last long.

Looking at Gi-hun, he would not last any longer either. His movements became more erratic and his moans louder. Your breaths quickened and your vagina tightened as you were reaching orgasm. Gi-hun took notice of this and kept the pace even if he was almost there too. You could feel everything with even more intensity now. His lips kissing yours and the wet sensations. His moans. His one day beard tickling your face. The tight grip on your wrists. His dick pressing in and out. Your vagina walls tightening. Your breath going faster. You soon came on his dick and his mouth muffled your moans. Your fluids lubricated his member which made it easier to penetrate you.

"Keep going." You told him still feeling some pleasure even if it was less intense. He pumped his dick in and out a few more times before spilling his cum inside you. Once he was done, he pulled his dick out and the cum spilled out of your vagina.

"That was amazing." He said with a satisfied smile laying beside you on the bed. He brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead and gave you a soft peck on your lips.

"Yeah, we should hang out again some time. You almost made me forget about that guy."

[thearcaneblog]

I just want to talk about Jinx and her character arc.

I love her character arc. I love her character. I’m usually not a fan of characters that are chaotic for the sake of chaos, but I absolutely love her.

Season 1 is all about her decent into chaos. Act 1 of season 1 introduces us to a timid young girl who needs help, but wants nothing more than to help and be connected to her friends and family. She’s extremely intelligent and a great shot, but her age and lack of experience creates problems for Vi, Vander, and her friends, ultimately leading to the deaths of her friends, Vander, and the disappearance of Vi. It’s at this moment that we see her base needs of connection. So when Silco finds Jinx, her immediate reaction is to connect with the person giving her attention. Now her inadvertent role in killing her loved one’s, followed by Vi’s subsequent rejection, plunges her into a deep-seated guilt and abandonment issues which set us up for Act 2.

Act 2 opens with a grown up Powder, but now she is going by Jinx. We still see flashes of Powder beneath this façade of Jinx. In the years between the end of act 1 and the beginning of act 2, based on the interactions between Jinx and Silco, Silco has become another surrogate father figure, teaching, caring, and even nurturing Powder’s transformation into Jinx. He goes as far as to baptize her in the river. We see her go down, but we never see her come up which means story wise, this baptism is incomplete.

Act 3 of season 1 is by far the most important for Jinx’s character arc. It isn’t until Jinx is near death after her fight that Silco saves her and brings her to get help via shimmer being pumped directly into her veins. After that the façade is really more than that, it’s almost a complete identity. She kidnaps Caitlyn, Vi, and Silco and has a failed communion. Silco is killed once again completing the very cycle that Jinx fears so much. It is at this point that her final transformation into Jinx the person occurs. She had given Vi the opportunity to take her back as Powder or remain as Jinx. The baptism in the water shed Powder away, the shimmer established Jinx as an identity. Story wise, she was never going to pick the Powder chair. Powder had been washed away. So she accepts the identity as Jinx. This is taking place in a little room, and like a womb Jinx becomes a person and walks out of the tunnel like a birth canal and is now reborn as Jinx, this manic agent of chaos as she fires fishbones at the council in Piltover.

Season 2 is, ironically, a struggle for identity, and redemption.

When season 2 begins, all characters are dealing with the consequences of Jinx’s actions. Jinx is in hiding and picks up a shadow. In stories, the purpose of a shadow, Isha in this case, is to show duality and reveal repressed qualities. By becoming a mentor and older sister figure to Isha, we see how Jinx is a complex character with morally grey areas-she’ll kill people, but she will protect this young child-and bring out her desire for a sister figure. By taking care of Isha, and then her later reunion with Vi, Jinx is forced to confront her buried emotions and the remnants of her former self, Powder. When Isha dies, Jinx is once again forced to reconcile how her previous actions have caused the deaths of the people she loves. She hates herself. After escaping the prison cell, she no longer wants to be Jinx. She no longer wants to be alive. Her hair is cut, which is another baptism. Into who though? Powder is gone, and she’s done being Jinx the persona, so this identity is something new. During the battle she has yet again, a new haircut. Signifying another baptism. This identity has transcended both Powder and Jinx. Interestingly enough her hairstyle matches Vi, signifying that they are together again as sisters. We know this last haircut is one that transcends all other identities because of her selfless actions in the battle, specifically her sacrifice for Vi. This is also a reason I think she is dead. Her sacrifice is the culmination of her finding her identity and reconciliation with her past.

Jinx's death is necessary for the story because it brings closure to her arc and creates a poignant emotional beat for Vi and the world around them. Vi's relationship with Jinx has been a central thread throughout the series, and Jinx's final act is a powerful form of reconciliation. Through Jinx's sacrifice, Vi is given the opportunity to understand the true depth of her sister's pain and the lengths she was willing to go to, not just to prove her worth, but to protect the people she loved.

Moreover, Jinx's sacrifice underscores the broader theme of sacrifice and change that runs throughout Arcane. It highlights the devastating consequences of unchecked power, the emotional toll of conflict, and the possibility of redemption even for those who seem beyond saving. By dying, Jinx serves as a tragic but necessary agent of change-her death provides the emotional weight the story needs to move forward and ensures that her legacy will be one of both destruction and salvation.

I have heard the other theories, but I feel like it would do her character growth injustice if she didn’t sacrifice herself fully. I have no evidence against those theories though, and as a fan of the character, I do hope she’s alive.

But that’s my two cents about Jinx’s character.

[age-of-moonknight]

“Incarnate,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #7.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[sukibenders]

Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, and Daeron looking at Alicent after she washes her hands of a war, that she (and Otto) dragged them into, and the throne, that she (and Otto) forced them to grasp/fight over even though they obviously didn't want it, and goes off to live her best life while they are all still stuck in a cycle forced on to them without their input (obviously this is about the s2 final):

[jalluzas-ferney]

I don’t think this is an unpopular opinions but lowkey fannon kailor is sm better than cannon kailor.

(Read the tags)

[foundfamilynonsense]

Y’know. Anakin was a real asshole in Ahsoka’s hallucination.

Like. She mentions something about what she’ll be able to teach her padawan one day, since all she’s being taught is how to be a soldier, and Anakin’s like “teaching’s not all it’s cracked up to be”

And like. Asshole move. And Ahsoka rightfully calls him out on it. And he goes on the whole “uuuh I was joking. Lighten up.” Literally a complete jackass.

But beyond how he answered the question, it’s a valid complaint Ahsoka is bringing up! Anakin’s teaching her how to live or die. But Ahsoka wants to be taught how to be a jedi.

What happens after the war is over (order 66 never happens) and she now has to navigate a galaxy without a war? The Jedi take teaching very seriously there’s no greater honor than teaching a padawan. And she’s not being accurately taught, so she will not be able to pass anything on to the next generation.

But Anakin brushes it aside because he simply does not respect her or her wishes. Like. He never wanted a padawan, despite teaching being foundational to the Jedi. And he only took ahsoka in because he started to like her and became attached to her. He doesn’t care about jedi legacy, not really. So he brushes her comment off with a joke.

But in the rest of the vision… idk it didn’t feel like we were supposed view Anakin as entirely wrong here. He wasn’t in the right, he was definitely channeling Vader and being an ass, but he was basically the reason Ahsoka survived the fall, right? Bc he was making her choose life? When Ahsoka wins against him it’s sort of like she’s both learned his lesson and moved beyond him. And then for the rest of the season he’s only talked about in positive ways.

And like. That one line ahsoka said was really powerful in relation to the entire point of the show. What does she have to pass onto her own padawan (Sabine) if she wasn’t properly trained herself? That is, perhaps, the only valid plot question asked in the entire show. And it doesn’t get an answer. It’s never even brought up again.

[peppermintfreak]

Sure I'll incorporate that in my vocabulary

[shmowder]

just need to vent about the Olympics