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[caramara3]

Just Friends...? [1]

a Damian Priest x Reader Imani Cove fic

Summary: After a drunken night out, WWE Superstars and estranged friends Imani Cove and Damian Priest wake up to find themselves naked in bed together with no recollection of what happened the night before. They both choose to go on pretending as if nothing ever happened, but soon find out it’s easier said than done, especially when the lines of friendship begin to blur around them…

Warnings: plot, slow burn, angst, language, mature sexual content 18+, ofc, fluff, semi-friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.5k

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Italic writing signifies an inside thought.

Inspired playlist for story

Chapter 1: The Morning

~Morning after Backlash Puerto Rico~

“Uugh… oww.”

You groan softly and shift your body, regretting that decision almost immediately. It’s not like being a wrestler for almost 12 years now, you weren’t used to a little soreness and tension after a match, especially one as rough as last night’s Last Woman Standing match against your current and all-time favorite feud partner/bestie Bayley. 

But Lord was this a different kind of sore. 

Every single muscle in your body felt like they had been stabbed with the tiniest needle ever created while also being set on fire. Your back felt like you’d been thrown through plexiglass over a dozen times. In your mind you made a mental note to have your chiropractor send Bales his thanks for keeping him in business.

“Ow… oww… argh, ow!”

You wince at each small movement as you open your eyes only to be met with a soft but heavy material. You begin to pull it from over your head and are immediately met with the morning sun shining its insanely bright ass through the hotel window.

“Ah, oh God! Absolutely not!”

You grimace and pull the material back over your face, sinking deeper and deeper into your fluffy fortress as you wait for the throbbing pain in your head to subside. 

Great, you thought to yourself. Sore and hungover: the perfect combination. 

You lay your head flat against the mattress as you try to remember the events of last night. But as you did everything felt like a jumbled and confusing blur.

Tequila is an evil bitch from the depths of hell…

You can remember leaving the arena and catching a ride back to the hotel with Zelina as well as getting ready with her to go out for the night to celebrate. 

And though you really didn’t want to, you remembered the call with your lying, cheating, bastard of a now EX-fiance Marcus before leaving the hotel, demanding that he have all of his things cleared out of your home by the time you came back. 

Fuck you Marcus…

You can remember getting to the club late and having shots immediately pushed in your face, the thought alone made you feel queasy as if you could still smell the Don Julio. 

You can remember getting pulled onto the dancefloor by… wait was it Cruz?? No it was Carmelo.

Or maybe it was Santos. 

Knight??

You can remember when your best friend Rhea arrived alongside Dominik, Finn, and JD. 

More shots.

You remember kicking your shoes off somewhere on the dancefloor cause the DJ was on one that night, playing banger after banger after banger. Was this when Finn was dancing with you??

But wait, was this before or after JD stepped on your foot while you were trying to teach him how to salsa??

More shots.

You remembered some random drunk guy trying to feel up on you and Rhea. And how he damn near started a brawl with every guy on the roster because of it before getting thrown out on his drunk ass.

More dancing. More shots.

So. Many. Shots.

Dancing on the bar with Samantha & Zelina like you were in Coyote Ugly and damn near slipping off the bar.

Getting cheered on in the ladies room while you flushed your engagement ring down the toilet.

Again, fuck you Marcus.

You hadn’t seen him come in with everyone, but at one point you noticed Damian Priest sitting over in a corner all by himself. You remember… pulling his stupidly large self on the dancefloor to dance with you? 

Why in the world would you do that? 

Or was it some other outrageously tall good-looking guy who resembled a younger Undertaker but Puerto Rican and from the Bronx…? 

Even more dancing. 

Shots. Shots. Shots. 

Ugh, god why did I keep letting Rhea feed me all those damn shots? I swear I’m gonna kill her next time I see her. But how did I get back to the hotel?  

Suddenly a flash of a memory appeared through the blurry fog of your mind. Lights. You remember seeing lights, streaks of gold and white racing past you. Was this from the time when you were in the cab? You wrap yourself in the memory, hoping more would come back.

Touch. You remember hands. Rough, calloused hands with the softest and most gentle touch brushing against your skin, pulling you onto their lap. Their touch traveling up from your neck down your spine before resting on your bottom, kneading your ass firmly. Caressing your skin as if it had been made of silk.

Taste. You could still taste his lips on yours. You felt them traveling up your neck to your earlobe, nibbling on that tender spot that makes you weak in the knees. Your shoulder, along your collarbone, in between the valley of your breasts, softly biting your nipple, trailing down your stomach… the action sending vibrations up and down your body.

Sound. A deep and foreboding voice in your ear, whispering the dirtiest things you could ever imagine, you softly moaning against his chest as his fingers… his fingers…

“Ugh.”

You let out a soft groan and go to rub your temples, a wave of nausea washing over you as the after effects of your night out for the first time since waking up begin to set in. Just like that the memory is gone, leaving you even more frustrated but also turned on. What and who did this to you?

You can’t remember the last time you’d gotten this drunk. Yes you can, two years ago during the weekend that Marcus proposed to you. He had booked this gorgeous resort in Barbados for the two of you with a private pool overlooking the beach. The night he asked you to marry him, the two of you had gotten so drunk you ended up running down to the beach, stripping down to nothing but your bra and panties, jumped into the ocean & then…

At that thought, your eyes widened in terror and you felt your heart drop down to your stomach.

Oh. Oh god no…

You lift up the side of the ivory comforter to glance over the edge onto the floor and see clothes, namely a lacy purple thong, ripped and strewn across it.

No, no, no. Imani Jade please tell me you didn’t…

That nausea from earlier began to creep up once again. You knew you had to look, but you didn’t want to. After a few moments,several deep breaths, and inner monologue pep talks, you psych yourself up just enough to do it. You release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and slowly lift the comforter and gaze down at your body.

Fuck. Me.

It was bad enough that you were as naked as the day you came into the world, but from the look of things, whatever you got into last you had a pretty good time doing it. Your eyes follow down your body, navigated by the trail of small purple marks decorating your lower half. 

There was one just above your collarbone and one along the valley of your breasts, thankfully blending into your sternum tattoo. One hiding just under your left nipple, two or three up the side of your hip bone just near your tattoo, and then several decorating all along your inner thighs.

Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck Imani? You’ve only been newly single for all of three days and this is how you decide to celebrate? By getting shit faced and letting some random dick cover you in hickies?!?!

You ignore your body practically screaming for you to be still and move into a seated position in the bed, hand raised to shield you from any amount of sunlight creeping in. A soft hiss leaves your mouth as you feel your bare back press itself against the cold wooden headboard. On sheer instinct you grab the sheet from the bed and pull it up to cover your body. 

Oh, now we wanna be modest. It’s a little too late for that don’t you think?

You looked over to your left, expecting to find your phone on the nightstand charging, alongside your iPad with the light purple leather cover and your glasses. But your phone’s not there, neither is your purple leather covered iPad or your glasses.

Oh no. No no no no...

You look around the room, your eyes widening in shock upon the realization: this was not your room. 

In fairness, after spending nearly a decade on the road it gets to a point where all the hotels you stay at begin to blend together. But no matter what you were always, ALWAYS, able to tell which was your room and which wasn’t. And this was NOT your room. None of your things were here: your gym bag with your backup ring gear for last night weren’t laid out on the couch near the window, your laptop wasn’t sitting open on the desk just as you had left it before leaving, there were no makeup or various hair products stretched out along the top of dresser, and your lavender carry-on and backpack were not tucked away in the corner by the couch. 

This wasn’t your room. It was the same hotel, but a different room.

What you did notice was your purse, your dress and your heels from last night alongside a very large set of men’s clothes creating a trail that starts at the door and leads towards the foot of the bed.  

You also couldn’t help but notice that there were not one… 

not two… 

BUT THREE shiny, reflective, and OPEN gold foil packets tossed along the ground and nightstand.

Three? Goddamn Imani… I mean, at least you were safe right? That has to count for something… right?  

You let out a soft groan and bring your knees up to your chest, placing your head atop them as you try yet again to remember what happened last night.

Come on Imani, think. What exactly happened from leaving the club to getting back to the hotel that got you here? How did you get back? Who did you ride with?? Please tell me he was at least hot and very well-endowed. 

Stadium. Club. Dancing. Shots. Bye bye ring… blank space.

Stadium. Club. Dancing. Shots. Bye bye ring… nothing.

Stadium. Club. Dancing. Shots. Bye bye ring… nada.

“Ugh. This is a nightmare.”

This wasn’t like you, you were not this kind of girl. Sure, you had a couple hookups here and there in your early twenties, not to mention the “hot girl summer” during college, but you quickly outgrew that! You were a grown-up now, and grown-ups don't do nothing so crazy where you can’t remember it actually happening! And they especially don’t hook up with random strangers while technically on a goddamn work trip!! 

Through all the emotional and mental chaos currently going on in your mind, you felt a sense of heaviness across your pelvis. For the first time since waking up you notice a very large, very muscular, and very tatted arm stretched across your stomach. The sound of soft snores now filled the once quiet room, like a faint rasp blending seamlessly with the stillness of the moment. 

You took a breath, held it, and slowly turned your head to the left. You didn’t see a face, but rather a large figure sleeping peacefully, engulfed in the warmth of the hotel linen. 

When you went to move your hand to remove the blanket, a low grumble stops you dead in your tracks. The body under the blanket suddenly shifts and turns over on its side, their back now completely facing you, before settling after a few seconds. You froze and wait for a few seconds for the sound of soft breathing to know they were still asleep. 

You hadn’t the slightest idea what you would say to if he were. It had been a long time since you’d had a one-night stand and weren’t really sure if the rules were still the same. 

Do you start with a “hi” or “Good Morning random dude?” Do you thank Mr. Random Dick for the sex? Could you possibly try and sneak out before they wake up?? 

Like, what was the standard practice and protocol here??

Once you were absolutely sure he was asleep you grip the blanket and slowly pull it away until the whole of his back was revealed to you. You gasp loudly and practically jump up off the bed and right onto the plush carpeted floor, landing hard on your ass with a heavy thud.

“Ah, son of a bitch!” you shriek, wincing at the pain of the impact.

But you ignore the immediate pain and spring up to peek over the bed, your eyes peering over the edge of the mattress as Mr. Random Dick on the bed started to wake up. He groaned and moaned, stretching his body out as if he’d just been awoken from a long deep hibernation. You couldn’t move, all you could do was sit there like a weirdo, buck naked on the carpet watching him. He sat up and stretched yet again, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. You watched as every single muscle on his back spasmed and flexed from the movement.

But your eyes were fixated on just one thing: his back. His back had looked like he’d gone ten rounds with a mountain lion and lost. Indents in the shape of crescents decorated the back of his shoulders while the sides of his back were painted in streaks of pink and red. Some welts looked like the result of being hit with something multiple times, others looked like the result of fingernails being dragged down his skin. But your eyes couldn't help but keep going to the giant piece of art that was etched into the center of his back.

From afar someone could easily mistake it as just a standard skull tattoo, but up close it revealed something more. The skull made way for the inside art, resembling that of a dark grim reaper.

You’ve seen that grim reaper before. Many times in fact.

I mean why wouldn’t you? After all, the two of you worked together.

And up until about ten months ago, you had considered him to be one of your closest friends.

His eyes began to open and you quickly ducked your head back down, pressing your back to the carpet and covering your face with your hands like that would actually hide you in this moment.

This was a joke. This had to be a joke.

Some sick, twisted, perverted version of a prank that the universe was playing on you. Of all the men in the world you could have slept with, all the random dick being slung around desperately begging to be some woman's drunken mistake... why did your drunken mistake have to be with him?!?!

The room had gone a little too quiet for your liking so you peeked through your fingers, gasping as his head emerged from over the edge of bed to look down at you. His dark brown eyes widened in shock at you lying on the floor of his room; naked, disheveled, and covered in purple marks. 

“Oh my god-,” he began to trail off, the panic and exhaustion seeping to the surface. His voice cracked slightly, the usual confidence he exhumed nowhere to be found.

“Imani?”

Your eyes tried to avoid his gaze, but couldn't look anywhere but his eyes. You slowly release the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding all this time, your voice soft and shaky as you spoke.

“Hey Damian.” 

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[markerofthemidnight]

You said to bombard you with P:eg asks so I am going to do just that cause I’m d e s p e r a t e for content on this game

How do you think Eva got her talent, I saw a theory a while ago that she was trying to expose Eden’s Garden Academy or the UTP the killing game and they gave her the title to ruin her credibility. Do you think this seems like a credible theory?

Is it just me or is Toshiko sus as hell?

Who is your favorite character and why

Who do you think will survive

Do you think Cara and Mara are the same person

Do you have any head cannons about the characters and how they’ll interact with each other, whether it’s about the killing game or just funny stupid stuff

Oooh, questions!

1. This reminds me of an old theory I had, actually!

I haven’t really expanded on this in any of my theory fics since I kinda forgot about it, but one of my theories used to be that Eva is the traitor. She intentionally gave the title Ultimate Liar so that, when the cast eventually find out there’s a traitor, she’d be one of the last ones they suspect because it’s “too obvious”.

Don’t worry though: she’s, if not an unwilling traitor like Sakura and Chiaki, at the very least not beyond redemption. Since that would mean that Ultimate Liar is a fake talent, I like to think her real one is Ultimate Psychologist, because not only does it fit her but cmon an Ultimate Psychologist would just be rad.

2. I was never a fan of the “Toshiko is the mastermind” theory just because… well, I think it’s just kinda grasping at straws, but hey, at this point we know so little about the game that any theory could be true. Don’t personally agree with it, but you do you 👍

3. My favourite character is not any of the students, actually. It’s the funny boy Tozu! I think he’s silly and cool and interesting >:3

4. In one of my old theory fics, the survivor pool was Damon, Eva, Toshiko, Mark and Ulysses, so… those five, I guess?

5. No, because:

5-A. It’s too ridiculous

5-B. Cara definitely couldn’t survive 28 stab wounds and chemical burns to the head so easily

5-C. Look at Mara. Look how tall she is next to Tozu in their DevLog. There is no way that she is just 5”6.

6. If all the theories about Tozu and Mara having this kind of abusive dynamic where the madman gaslights the living weapon into doing something she doesn’t want to are true, I’m going to go on a rampage. However, if my theory is true and they actually are besties when not on the job, I will be so pleased.

[authortobenamedlater]

3, 7, 8, and 16 for whichever AU you want to talk about most.

(Grr argh starting all over after Tumblr ate my post.)

This got LONG and took most of the day to write. Splitting between MRR and MWAS because I can’t choose 😂 and they are my only active AUs right now.

AU fanfic asks

3. Did anything inspire this au?

MRR: I made a comment like “LOL Mando and Bo-Katan are gonna have to get political married next season” and Mr said “You should write that.”

MWAS: Mr would say our home life 🤣 which is true to an extent. But the whole AU itself? I can’t point to anything besides a general “Oh please can ONE PERSON in this messed-up universe find some happiness?”

7. What ships are canon in this au?

MRR: DinBo, Luke/Mara, Karga/unnamed OC wife, Han/Leia. Han/Leia won’t make any huge appearances, I don’t think. There is room for expansion down the line.

MWAS: Tom/Chyler is it for now. However, there will at some point be mention of Chyler’s brother/his wife and the ops officer who has a thing for Sarah Palmer 😜 I haven’t put too much thought into those yet.

I guess Audrey/Jim counts? Even though Jim (Tom’s dad) is dead, he gets talked about enough I’ll include this as a ship. Same for Chyler’s parents.

Oh! Edward Buck/Veronica Dare, since I mentioned them once. Maybe they’ll be back?

8. What platonic relationships are important in this au?

MRR: Luke and Mara + Din and Bo-Katan. At some point Din and Luke look at each other and sigh “redheads.”

Grogu and everyone.

Cara + Din and Bo-Katan. Cara convinces Bo to give Din a shot, not knowing it’s going to turn into a royal marriage.

Bo-Katan and Satine. Satine is dead but Bo-Katan thinks about her a lot, and feels tremendous guilt for the rift in their relationship.

Din and his parents. Have not done anything here but want to explore this in the future. I have many headcanons about the elder Djarins.

I’m sure there are others, but those are the big ones I can think of.

MWAS: Palmer + Tom and Chyler. Palmer spends most of her time making sure Chyler still has a husband at the end of the day.

Roland and everyone. The little orange bastard (affectionate or derogatory, depends on the day) sees all and hears all.

Audrey + Tom and Chyler. Chyler REALLY pushes Tom to mend his relationship with Audrey.

Grayson and family + Tom and Chyler. Chyler’s brother has a wife and kids, no names as of now.

All the Circinius survivors: Don’t know how or when but they all get together sometime.

Master Chief + Tom and Chyler: It’s not exactly a “relationship” cause, well, it’s Chief. But Chief knows about Tom and Chyler (he finds out in a fic I’ll write eventually) and knowing two of the kids he rescued on his first major deployment found some measure of peace with each other kinda blows his mind a little. It means a lot to him, and they mean a lot to him, but, as I said, it’s Chief 😂 relationships aren’t his thing unless you’re a fellow S-II or Cortana.

16. Are there any ocs in this fic?

MRR: Thus far baby Satine is the only one I’ve introduced. However, there will be others as opportunities arise.

MWAS: The only one I’ve used so far is Jim Lasky, and as we’ve established he’s dead. I’m going to have to make A LOT of OCs because we don’t meet any of the Infinity command/senior staff besides Lasky and Palmer. This is something of a daunting task if I’m being real.

[caramarafics]

Update for Heart of Glass...

OK SOOOO..... i owe you guys an apology. I had every intention of posting the next chapter (hell the next two chapters) within the time frame I had originally said, about three weeks ago. But then life decided to come on in and say "HA! YOU WISH."

For those of you who do not know, I own a private home bakery that has been slowly but surely taking off, and my busiest time is always around the holiday season i.e. Thanksgiving and Christmas. Now I knew I would have maybe a few orders for Thanksgiving, nothing too crazy. Never once did I assume that I would get overwhelmed with how many dessert orders I would get (over 75 total!!) that I wouldn't have a chance to stop and eat something, have a lil pee break, let alone even open up my google docs for a second!

Your girl has been so booked and busy, just ask the bestie @royallyprincesslilly.

And Christmastime is going be no better, currently sitting at 45 orders for Christmas goodies. But I want you to know that I have not given up on the story or forgotten about it in anyway shape or form. It is still happening, it is still in formation... we are still live and in color for Heart of Glass.

Just please be patient with me as I try to balance that, my 9 to 5, and fitting in time to write. I promise you won't regret it. Thank you so much.

[sassysnowperson]

The Mara/Cara Girls Space Tequila Night!!!

I accept two Disney additions to the Star Wars universe, and those are Rogue One and The Mandalorian.

Everything else proceeds as in the Legends universe.

I have spoken.

[darthskys]

su’cuy! my name is dre (they/he/she) i’m 18+, & i obviously love star wars

PLEASE READ THE INFORMATION BELOW IF YOU ARE PARTICULAR ABOUT THE SW CONTENT YOU EXPOSE YOURSELF TO; I AM HERE TO LIVE IN MY LITTLE BUBBLE AND I RESPECT YOURS AS WELL, SO PLEASE DO NOT COME FOR ME, THANK YOU <3<3

(please be mindful if you are a minor or uncomfortable with sexual content; i include tws for sexual content & gore posts, however these are a rare occasion!)

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- all trilogies, live action series, stand alone films, & animated series & films

- canon & legends novels & comics (i’m just a simple reader making my way through the legendsverse)

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- other people’s sw ocs & fic recs; keep up the good work!

ships i absolutely cannot tolerate are:

- obikin

- obiqui

- anisoka

- maulsoka

- lukeleia or hanleialuke

- any clonecest

things i (even just lowkey and rarely) ship that i am obligated to warn you about, as i’ve seen them claimed to be controversial are:

- anidala

- obimaul

- reylo

- caltrilla

- dinluke

- codywan

- kylux

- benpoe

- vostress

- ahsokatan

the rest of the the ships i post about are relatively unchallenged in every way (i also ship some poly ships, so be aware of that and do not spread hate, ty!)

opinions of mine you might want to consider (AKA don’t @ me) are:

- anakin will always be the chosen one and no one else; he restored balance in his own way, and here’s my monologue about it

- the jedi didn’t deserve what they got and the empire is never right. sometimes they’re sexy, yeah, but not right

- the clones have a right to turn to the way of the mandalore

- din’s creed is not inherently cultist and your attempts to compare it to existing religions aren’t okay

- maul is redeemable. read legends. ben solo is also redeemable, but i’m hardly invested in his character anyway. galen’s redemption was too easy. barriss offee redemption when??

- i don’t think anakin actually caused padmé’s death, but hey, i’m a delusional romantic

- talk shit about rey and i block you — the sequel trilogy failed in the way it treated its characters, not because of rey skywalker; and here’s my monologue about that

- if you blame qui-gon or obi-wan for what happened, i legitimately hate you <3 also, the jedi were shit in several aspects but they also were not, and i have another monologue here on why some of you need to ease up

- she was a terror in the mandalorian, but i still like bo-katan. on the other hand, rose tico did nothing wrong and if i see you diss her i will block you. same goes for mace windu! we love a king (but that whole jango thing was mean, sir)

- i believe ben had a bad childhood and that therefore means han and leia were not compatible, but the unrealistic hopeless romantic in me refuses to accept that, so this is why i prefer to forget ben exists sometimes :’)

- reimagining characters (such as padmé) as poc will always always always be okay and encouraged

- cara dune is separate from her horrid actress, so can we please include cara? :’(

- luke is not a twink bottom. excuse you, he is a twunk switch...smh. also no shit talking about mara! like yeah we all know there is no way luke is straight, but we don’t put down queens

rarer pairs you might like to know that i ship (that i have not previously mentioned) are:

- lukelando

- hanlando

- barrissoka

- hanboba

- bobannec

- cobbbobafennec

- dincobb

- cararmorer

- mandomera

- lukewedge

- lukebiggs

- skybridger

- finnreypoe

- reyrose

- finnrey

- finnrose

- kenobane

- obianidala

- quinobi

- rexwalker

- kalluzeb

- revastila

- thrawnto

- droid husbands

- spiritassassin

- vaderdala

- zaynejarael

- ventrobi

- obivostress

[ooops-i-arted]

Ok. How about a fic where The Mandalorian takes The Child to Luke Skywalker at the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin 4?

Alrighty here’s what I came up with.

Notes: 1. Kept timelines/characters present at the Praxeum vague because I do what I want. 2. Din got the baby into speech therapy for his language delay and he talks now.

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The Razor Crest dropped out of hyperspace and the looming orange gas giant of Yavin immediately filled the viewscreen.  “Here we are,” said Din to the little green child in his lap.  “Yavin.”

“Abbin,” repeated the child.

“Yes, Yavin.  And we’re headed to Yavin IV.  To the Jedi… Praxeum.”  Din had never heard the word before, though the context he’d picked up from his call with Skywalker indicated it was a school of some sort.

“Pak-sum,” said the kid.

Din angled the Razor Crest towards the tiny green moon.  He’d barely heard of it, though Cara had told him all about how it was the site of the vital Battle of Yavin, where the Death Star had been destroyed by Skywalker himself.  Later, Skywalker had decided to establish his school there.  Cara didn’t know much about that, but she had been able to tell him a school for potential Jetii did exist and where to attempt contact.  Skywalker himself had answered the holo and eagerly invited him and the kid to come visit.

“Abbin!” said the kid, pointing out the viewfinder.  He tried to climb up the dashboard, but Din pulled him back into his lap.  He might be nervous about visiting the school, and Din didn’t want him to be nervous, and holding the kid always calmed him down.

The Praxeum sent him landing coordinates and he guided the ship down.  The kid squealed excitedly as they descended through the lush greenery.  “Bwee, bwee, gween!”

“Buir,” corrected Din automatically.  “And yes, it’s all green.”

“I wan fwog.”

“We can look for frogs later.”  Din had already checked the Holonet and the amphibian species on this planet were not poisonous.  “First we’re meeting Skywalker.”

The ship settled onto the ground on a duracrete pad that had been set up in a cleared area of the jungle.  Din could see the huge pyramid of the Praxeum nearby.  He was so busy looking he barely noticed that his kid had run ahead and was already sliding down the ladder and heading for the door.

“Hey!”  Din ran after in time to see the kid already raising his hand to try and move the door with the Force.  He scooped him up before he could succeed; disrupting his concentration was about the only strategy Din had left when the kid got stubborn.  “Bwee,” whined the kid.

“Hey, listen.”  Din held him so that he could see his kid��s face.  “Listen, there’s no reason to be nervous.  We’re just here to look.  If you don’t like it, just say so, and we’ll leave, okay?”

The kid scowled.  “Bwee, Abbin,” he said, pointing insistently at the door.

“Okay, okay.”  Din reached for the control panel and opened the door.

The humidity and smell of the Yavin jungle immediately hit them full force.  The kid squealed, kicking his feet, demanding, “Bwee, down!  Wan down!”

“Not yet,” said Din.  After all, the kid might still be nervous.  No need to let go of him yet.

As soon as Din stepped off the ship he saw Skywalker walking towards him, dressed in long Jedi robes; a woman with red-gold hair and the confident stance of a trained killer accompanied him.  Din tensed.  A bodyguard?

Skywalker was all smiles as he walked towards them.  “Hello!” he called.  “Did you find it all right?”

“Yes,” said Din.

“Then welcome,” said Skywalker, still beaming.  “Both of you, welcome.  We’re glad you’re here.”  He gestured to the woman.  “This is my wife, Mara.”

Mara smiled, but she was definitely getting the measure of him in case he tried anything, and Din didn’t need to know her past to know she was someone who would be a difficult opponent.

They were interrupted by a lot of shouting, and suddenly a gaggle of teens was pointing and running up to them.  “They’re here!  They’re here!” they shouted, and Din found himself and the kid surrounded by a quartet of humans and a Wookiee.

“Hi, hi,” said the kid, giggling, and the five eagerly greeted him.  Three of the humans appeared to be siblings, sharing similar features and brown hair; the other was a redhead with one arm cut off above the elbow.

“Some of my students,” said Luke, gesturing to each of them in turn.  “Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin are my sister’s children.  This is Tenel Ka, and this is Lowbacca.”

“Hello,” said the kid, demanding attention again and waving at the visitors.

“We can show him around, Uncle Luke,” said Jacen eagerly.  “Can we?”

“Bwee, I go,” pleaded the kid, but Din wasn’t convinced.  Not in new territory with people he didn’t know like this.  He didn’t want the kid to get worried over a separation.  “He stays with me.”

“They’ve just arrived.  Give them some space,” said Mara.  “Go continue your drills.  I’ll be testing you personally later.”

The students chorused agreement and ran off.  Mara watched them go.  “I’ll keep an eye on the students, keep them out of your hair.”  She leaned over and kissed Skywalker on the cheek.  “Don’t be too long, farmboy.”  She gave Din another measuring look that he didn’t respond to.  He knew a warning when he saw one.

“Mara is very protective of the students here,” said Skywalker.  “This place is very quiet, though.  We have good communications of course, and defenses, but we’re out of the way and isolated enough it’s a good place for young Force-users to train.”  He looked at the child.  “What sort of things do you do, little one?”

The big ears drooped.  “I bweak it.”

Skywalker’s brow furrowed.  “You… broke something?”

“Bwee say no bweak.”  The kid squirmed in Din’s arms.  “I bweaked it.”

“We were in a firefight.  He tried to knock the other ship out of the sky.  He almost breached the hull of my ship.”  Din didn’t like to linger on the memory.  Life as a Mandalorian was full of dangers, but nearly being sucked out into the vacuum of space because his own kid decided to use sorcery on a TIE fighter had been the moment he finally had to stop denying that the kid needed a teacher, a real teacher.  “He needs to learn to control it.  That magic he does, he doesn’t know how to really use it.  It’s just guesswork.  And I…”  Din swallowed, but forced the words out.  “I can’t teach it to him.”

Skywalker smiled.  “He sounds very strong in the Force.”  He must have sensed Din’s confusion the same way the kid could always pick up on what he was feeling, because he added, “The magic, as you called it.  It’s called the Force.”  He shrugged apologetically.  “I tried to look up the word in Mando’a, but I don’t think there is one.”

“I looked up the Jetii too,” said Din.  “I read plenty about you.”  His arms tightened around his child.  “I came to see what you’re about and what you can do.  But this is my son.  I’m not giving him up, I’m not going to let you take him, and if you try -”

Skywalker held up a hand.  “I understand,” he said seriously.  “I am not going to take your child from you.”  He sighed, folding his hands in front of him, and looked out into the jungle.  “You’re not the first I’ve talked to about this,” he said quietly.  “When the Emperor destroyed the Jedi, he did so from every angle.  There had always been rumors of taken children, but with Imperial propaganda, they transformed almost into common knowledge.  I can’t be sure that it never happened, but from what records I recovered, the Jedi only took children whose parents were willing.”  He looked back at Din, his gaze steady.  “I do not take children at this school without their parents’ consent, and theirs.”

The silence between them only lasted until the kid said, “Bwee, I down.”

Skywalker gave a rueful smile as he watched the squirming child.  “Truthfully, I’m not sure how much I can help you, Mandalorian,” he said.  “I’ve never had a student this young.”

“He can do so much already,” said Din.  “He needs to know how to control it, so he doesn’t hurt himself, or anyone else.”

Skywalker nodded.  “Learning to listen to the Force is always the start.  From there, control will come.  First not using it unwillingly, and then being able to let it flow through you.”

Din blinked, but admitted, “That makes no sense to me.  But maybe you can explain it to him.”

“That’s the purpose of this Praxeum.  To learn about the Force.”  Skywalker reached out for the child, playing with the tiny fingers that grasped at his hand.  “Like I said, I’ve never taught someone this young.  But I’m certain we could work on some sort of arrangement.  You’re welcome to stay here with him while he has lessons, or bring him here periodically, or let him stay for some time while you continue with your, uh, line of work.”  Skywalker patted the child’s head.  “Whatever you feel would be best for him.”

“I’m… not sure yet,” said Din.

“That’s understandable,” said Skywalker.  He gestured to the large stone pyramid ahead.  “Can I show you around?”

“Bwee, I go,” said the kid, kicking and trying to get out of Din’s arms again.

“Sure, let’s go,” said Din, and he set the kid down and followed Skywalker onto the Praxeum grounds.

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star wars !!

thank you!! and please let me know if my ask got eaten btw!

the first character i ever fell in love with: luke skywalker! i had the green lightsaber growing up and everything 

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: i still like cara dune but gina car*no's political views have made that a lot more difficult

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: luke/mara jade? i do dearly love mara jade but i just want them to be best friends. wlw/mlm solidarity 

my ultimate favorite character™: god… probably luke? i have too many opinions about him for it not to be luke

prettiest character: objectively? leia. maybe obi-wan and poe. extremely subjectively? din djarin lmao

my most hated character: kyle ron

my OTP: obi-wan/happiness. st0rmpilot. han/leia

my NOTP: literally anything to do with kyle ron. the fact that there are so many ren/hux fics is one of my many villain origin stories

favorite episode: empire strikes back or mandalorian ep 15

saddest death: i haven’t seen it yet but i do know about satine :( otherwise padmé for sure

favorite season: the original trilogy/mandalorian s2

least favorite season: the sequels :/ it’s the wasted potential for me

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: this used to be boba fett but the mandalorian’s version totally won me over. hmm... i refuse to admit people like kylo so. darth maul

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: lando <3 also talon karrde from the thrawn books

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: FINN!!! and the entire rogue one crew

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: huh, i honestly don’t have an answer to this! it’s not a ship vibe i enjoy

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: obi-wan/satine. f*nnrey. maybe rebelc*ptain & spiritass*ssin

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@jedimordsith ’s Fall Comment Challenge, Yom Kippur Eve edition! :)

Exit Strategy by @threadsketchier (ThreadSketchier). Star Wars Extended Universe. Mara exacts a terrible promise from Luke in order to break both the Emperor’s past hold on her and C’baoth’s future one. I learned of this one from a fanfic author ask—it’s Sketchy’s shortest posted story, but packs a real wallop even so! (Note that this story is viewable only by registered users of AO3.)

Remembrances by @runrundoyourstuff (thesometimeswarrior). Gravity Falls. On the brink of his thirteenth birthday—the beginning of his life as a Jewish adult—Dipper Pines reflects on the ways past memories and half-forgotten rituals bind his family together in the present, on their own terms. A thoughtful exploration of some central Jewish themes in fic form—one of Runrun’s specialties!

Sweet Cider by the Fireside by @fontainebleau22 (Fontainebleau). Magnificent Seven (2016). A widow with an apple orchard offers Billy and Goodnight shelter and gainful work during the apple harvest season. A bittersweet tale of unexpressed, unrequited feelings in a gorgeous fall setting—and FB always does an amazing job of creating an immersive, believable period atmosphere in her stories. I learned about this one from an ask game, too—one of many reasons I enjoy those so much!

We Will Raise Warriors by @sassygirl579 (ZeldaRose579). Star Wars: The Mandalorian. The Child, with his Force abilities, is the first to notice a change in his adoptive mother, Cara, even before Din does. A sweet, fluffy family moment for a clan of... well, read to find out how many! ;)

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Fictober Day 19: Death

A/N:  Okay so I really wanted to write this scene since I have since changed my plans for the later fics so this is 10000000% au where Cara is the high queen of skyrim (its a long story come bug me about it in my ask box if you'd like) but i enjoyed this idea so much i figured i'd put it here!

Cara placed the Jagged Crown on her brow, the weight of it, making what was about to happen seem that much more permanent. She felt Miraak at her side.

“You do not have to do this, I know you do not want to.”

“I know your thoughts on the matter.”

“That does not mean that you have to do this.”

“He tried to kill me, if I let him live, who am I? Certainly not a queen. Not one that can lead her people anyway.”

Miraak gently grabbed her jaw to have her look at him, his eyes worried. “You have a gentle heart, dii lovaas. We all know this, no one can fault you for staying your hand.”

“It’s because I have a gentle heart they don’t take me seriously. It will break my heart, but,” she paused, stepping away from him, squaring her shoulders and raising her chin. “This is something that must be done.”

She left the tent without another word, and Miraak followed.

The wind whipped at their robes, the camp silent as Cara, Miraak, and their honor guard walked through the cliffside camp.

A large crowd had gathered, some of the Jarls that had ridden south with them to fight the Thalmor, some lords and knights of the Empire.

Cara’s gaze snapped to that of her mother, her sister, and two brothers.

“Carawen, please I’m begging you, please pardon him.” Her mother implored, fighting the grip of two of the honor guards that were holding her back.

“Please, escort them out of here,” she adverted her gaze from her family. “They don’t need to see this.”

“You traitorous bitch.” Her older brother, Koredil swore, spitting on the ground at her feet.

“King Voriiel will put your head on a pike for this.” Nelaril added.

Cara stared at her brothers, sadness in her eyes. “I know you will never forgive me, but I’m sorry.”

Her sister was crying into their mother’s shoulder, but the guards took them away as she had asked.

Cara brought her gaze to the man kneeling in the center of the circle that had formed.

“Lord Falnar Direnni. You stand accused of attempted murder, and attempted assassination of the High Queen of Skyrim. How do you plead?”

The Altmer in front of her stared at her, venom in his blue-purple eyes. “I only regret that I didn’t throw you to the sea when you were a child, graxifalas hulkynd. You’ve been a disgrace since your mother birthed you.”

“Before I sentence you, father, I would speak for myself for once, not as Queen, but as your daughter.”

“You are no daughter of mine.”

Cara smiled. “You have said that all my life, but my imperfection comes from you, your bloodline. For years I thought, like a stupid child perhaps one day we could reconcile. But now I know that would never be the case.” She paused, letting her words sink in. “You are right, though. You are not my father, not really. I share your blood, but you do not share mine. Auri-El gave me my soul, Mara blessed it. I am the Last Dragonborn, I am of the Dragonblood, and that still doesn’t matter. All that matters is, I became the very thing you didn’t want me to be. And that is enough for me.”

The elf shook his head. “I pray for the day you die, even if it is not by my hand.”

Cara let out a deep breath. “Lord Falnar Direnni, I, Carawen Direnni, Arch Mage of the College of Winterhold, Stormcrown, Laat Dovahkiin, and High Queen of Skyrim, sentence you to die for your crimes against Skyrim and her people.”

“You won’t do it. You’re weak.”

“May the gods have mercy on you, father.”

“MUL QAH DIIV!”

Cara’s spectral dragon form settled over her shoulders, a blanket of black, gold and violet shimmering against her robes. Regal horns formed and fanned out from her brow, great transparent black wings settling on her back.

A realization settled over the old elf’s features as she took several steps towards him. “It wasn’t a lie, you really are-“

“Dovahkiin, geh, bormah.” Her Voice made the sky rumble.

Cara saw the fear in his eyes .“I’m sorry it has to end this way.” she murmured, no one but perhaps Miraak understanding her through the rumble of the sky.

“KRII LUN AUS!”

Her Voice rang out into the night, and Falnar slumped over into the dirt without a sound.

A/N: translations

graxifalas hulkynd- Aldmeri for 'Disgraceful Broken Child'

[who-talks-first]

About Me

{{Occasionally, I stop posting and/or responding to messages. It's nothing personal. I often get overwhelmed by socializing, even moreso since quarantine and my own self-isolation. I will eventually get back. It's also perfectly cool to message me multiple times or rant or whatever. I'm happy to be a sounding board when I have the energy to respond again. I hope everyone's doing alright.}}

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Billie, please. But if you know me as Sara, it's okay you still call me that. 💜

My main blog is @your-naked-magic-oh-dear-lord.

36, Aquarius, Rebel, Queer. If I can live through this, I can do anything.

Austin - I have Texas in my heart and soul and will always come back home.

Mostly English and Scottish. I have an ancestor who fought, died, and was buried beside Braveheart, William Wallace.

Bisexual and Nonbinary. Any pronouns are fine, I just usually get she/her.

Very vocal leftist and communist, but I try to keep that to my main blog. I want this one to focus on entertainment. It does occasionally come up topically and the themes appear in my writing.

I suffer from several different physical and mental illnesses, including Major Depression and Diabetes. For all intents and purposes, I'm disabled and often use a cane. I have been institutionalized.

I have a Australian Shepherd named Bear and a rescue cat named Toni Stark. I lost both my cat and my dog last year (2022)and I am stuck in a bad spiral of grief right now. Our household is home to over a dozen cats, two dogs, three horses, three cows, a turtle, one giant goldfish, and whatever needs rescuing on a given day.

I love food and soda. Dining out and going to the movies are my favorite activities. I also enjoy watching my friends play shows at the Live Music Capital of the World. I'm okay at the guitar and terrible at singing but guess which is the thing I love doing more than anything else. I love tattoos, porgs, Daisy Ridley, cute people, punk rock, country music, animals, Steven Universe, stuffed animals, LoZ, rubber ducks, Billie Joe Armstrong, fashion, beauty, decor, the MCU, electric guitar, MLP: FiM, sleeping, Robert Downey jr., drawing, owls, books, Hello Kitty, Brandon Flowers, cussing, magic, and writing.

I've been a SW fan since I was 10 and I've been writing since I was 15 or so. I wore out my copy of Rogue Squadron on N64. I've been a fan of Poe Dameron since "who talks first?" Even though I didn't start writing SW fanfic 'til January, 2018, I have been making up SW stories in my head since I was 12 or so. I had a Mary Sue self-insert OC and everything!

Favorite SW characters in no particular order: Rey, Ahsoka Tano, BB-8, R2-D2, D-0, The Child, Obi-wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, Luke Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Jyn Erso, K-2SO, Cara Dune, Cassian Andor, Wedge Antilles, Jag Fel, Jaina Solo, Leia Organa, Mara Jade Skywalker, L3-37, Poe Dameron, Jar-Jar Binks, Lando Calrissian, Din Djarin, and Jessika Pava.

About the Blog

This is my Star Wars/Poe Dameron/Oscar Isaac fan sideblog. I mostly share others' fanfic, but I sometimes write my own stuff and share it here. I'm working on redesigning/organizing my blog, and making a masterlist.

<<More often than not, the fics I reblog are smutty. I do my best to tag them #nsfw, but I do forget. Thankfully, the authors usually indicate this at the top of the fic too. I do have minor followers and y'all are always welcome. However, I do ask that you respect the 18+ warnings on the dirty fics. I ain't your folks and I can't stop you, but I kindly request that you respect me and my blog so I don't have to make it 18+ only. That's not what I want to do; I appreciate y'all being here, and seeing young people enjoying SW like I did as a kid fills my heart with glee.>>

I genuinely try to tag spoilers when new content comes out. Admittedly, I do forget. If there's an older piece of media you're just discovering and would like me tagging spoilers for it, I would be happy to; just send me an ask!

I cannot promise this is a wank-/discourse-free blog. I'm often criticizing Disney here, but I also will go off about problems in fandom and when a particular group is specifically harmful. This is a very pro-John Boyega blog. I often rage about the destruction of our characters of color (I think the spicerunner arc is one of the worst things done to a character in the history of entertainment) and fully support John, Oscar Isaac, and Tran Loan (and all/any other actor/crewmembers of color who are mistreated). If you want the negativity tagged, you have only to ask. I generally don't shit on particular types of fans that I don't necessarily agree with, ie. Obikin shippers, and they're welcome here. I do speak out about things that make me uncomfortable, whether it be on a personal or corporate level. Besides these tough subjects, most of my posts are fun and light. Fandom is supposed to be fun and I encourage that. If you're not enjoying your fandom, you do not have to stay there! You can enjoy a piece of media without surrounding yourself with toxic fans!

My fandoms are bleeding together a bit. There's often Triple Frontier posts, particularly Pope x Reader fics, occasionally poly/multi as well. I sometimes reblog Pedro stuff and the rare Ezra fic. Don't @ me. Regrettably, at some point, I will probably be posting Dork Lito Bofades content. Believe me, I ain't happy about it.

We're anti-Reylo here, but as long as the wank gets left at the door, everyone is welcome. Just know there's a lot of memes, but I generally don't mean them in bad faith. I also ridicule Renjamin to within an inch of his life.

My tags are #Just Billie for my personal posts; #Billie's Opinion for my SW discourse; #Tainted Fanfic Writer for my SW fanfic; #Not My Fic for fanfic reblogged from others. I try to tag posts regarding specific movies and shows like this: #tpm, #aotc, #rots, #rogue one, #solo, #anh, #esb, #rotj, #tfa, #tlj, #the mandalorian*, and #tros (pre-2020 it's #ep ix speculation). I also tag #gif, #art, #sw bts, #incorrect sw, #aesthetics, #moodboards, #Space Mom, #Poe Dameron Comic, #StormPilot, #JediStormPilot, #FinnRey, #SpicePilot (my joke ship name for Poe and Zorii), #droids, #porgs, #spacecraft, character names, actor names, and common triggers. Villain names usually include their title rather than given name such as #general hux. I'm now reading a lot of Mandalorian fic, so I tag #the Mandalorian (for both the character and the show) #the child for baby Yoda; other characters follow the regular tagging conventions. For TF, I tag #santiago garcia and #frankie morales. If you would like something tagged, even if it's just a character name I don't usually tag or a certain discourse, please inbox me. No worries! *apparently, I've been misspelling "Mandalorian" wrong for 6 months because of the nickname "Mando", so it's going to take me a while to get the tag corrected, so please bear with me.

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Just Friends...? :Meet Imani Cove

Chapter 1 | Playlist for fic | Imani's tattoo's | My other work

Yea, I deleted the other one. I'm sorry but I had to because as I worked on this story and building just who Imani Cove is, the original background and story I had built for her had shifted. So with that in mind, here is the new and improved Meet Imani Cove.

Hope you enjoy!

Name: Imani Cove

Full Name: Imani Jade Whitley

Ring Name: Imani Cove

Nicknames: Ems, Snips, Bumblebee

DOB: August 3, 1989

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Born: Houston, TX

Billed From: Houston, TX

Resides: Orlando, FL

Age: 33 (as of Backlash 2023)

Ethnicity: Afro-Caribbean (mother/mother's family is from Barbados; father/father's family is Southern Creole from TX/NOLA)

Height: 5 foot 6

Alma Mater: Prairie View A&M University

Occupation: Professional Wrestler | Actress

Years Active: 2007 - present

Family Members:

Father & Stepmother: Charles Whitley Jr. & Renee Harlow-Whitley

Grandparents: Evangeline Whitley & Charles Whitley Sr.

Siblings: Nylah Raine (sister), Adryan (half-brother), & Jude (half-brother)

The Pets:

Cashew, Cheddar, & Brucey

(biological mother to be introduced later on...)

Accomplishments:

CBS Sports:

WWE Match of the Year (2017) vs. Ember Moon at TakeOver: WarGames

WWE Match of the Year (2021) vs. Bianca Belair at WrestleMania 37

Tag Team of the Year (2020) with Bayley

Chaotic Wrestling:

Chaotic Wrestling Women's Championship (1 time)

ESPY Awards:

Best WWE Moment (2021) - Imani Cove & Bianca Belair make history as the first black women to main event WrestleMania 37

Pro Wrestling Illustrated:

Ranked No. 1 of the top 50 female singles wrestlers in the PWI Female 50 in 2016

Ranked No. 6 of the top 50 female singles wrestlers in the PWI Female 50 in 2018

Ranked No. 2 of the top 50 female singles wrestlers in the PWI Female 50 in 2021

Reality of Wrestling:

ROW Diamonds Division Championship (2 times)

Rolling Stone:

Future Diva of the Year (2015)

Ranked no. 3 of the 10 best WWE wrestlers of 2016

NXT Match of the Year (2016) vs. Bayley at TakeOver: Dallas

NXT Match of the Year (2017) vs. Ember Moon at TakeOver: WarGames

Shimmer Women Athletes:

Shimmer Championship (1 time)

Shimmer Tag Team Championship (2 times) with Athena

WWE:

WWE RAW Women's Championship (3 times)

WWE Smackdown Women's Championship (2 times)

NXT Women's Championship (1 time)

WWE Women's World Championship (current; 1 time; won at WM40 against Rhea Ripley)

WWE Women's Tag Team Championship (3 times, inaugural) with Bayley (2) & Rhea Ripley (1)

Women's Royal Rumble Winner (2024)

Fourth WWE Women's Triple Crown Champion

Third WWE Women's Grand Slam Champion

WWE Bumpy Awards (4 times)

Best Match of the Half-Year (2019) - surprise participant in NXT Women's WarGames match

Best Match of the Half-Year (2020) with Asuka at Hell in a Cell

Best Match of the Half-Year (2021) vs Bianca Belair at WM37

Best Match of the Half-Year (2022) vs Charlotte at WM38

Tag Team of the Half-Year (2020) with Bayley

NXT Year-End Awards:

Female Competitor of the Year (2016, 2017)

Overall Competitor of the Year (2017)

Match of the Year (2016) vs Bayley at TakeOver: Dallas

Match of the Year (2017) vs Ember Moon at TakeOver: WarGames

Match of the Year (2019) Team Ripley vs. Team Baszler at TakeOver: WarGames

Facts about Imani Cove:

Imani started wrestling when she was 15 years old and trained under Booker T when she turned 16.

Imani is a HUGE fan favorite in WWE. Think of good crowd responses and big pops compared to Bianca Belair, Becky Lynch, and Rhea Ripley. She's also very well respected by WWE Executives backstage.

Imani graduated from Prairie View A&M University with her Bachelor's in Music and a minor in Theater. If she hadn't gone into wrestling, she originally wanted to pursue a Broadway career.

When Imani was 8 and her sister was still a newborn, her parents divorced and she went to live with her mother and her new husband in Georgia. Her mother would lose custody of both girls to her father when Imani was 10. The last time she saw her mom was when she was 12. She doesn't like to talk about her mother or that time she and her sister lived with her.

Before signing with the WWE, Imani was the certified it girl on the indie circuit from 2007-2015, kicking ass and racking up championships left and right, as well shattering the expectations of fans and critics alike.

Imani, though a social butterfly, tends to keep her private life extremely secretive, especially in regards to her childhood.

She's wrestled in promotions such as ROH, Reality of Wrestling, DDT-Pro Wrestling, NJPW, PWG, & Shimmer.

Imani holds a Guinness Book of World Records for most title defenses while holding the NXT Women’s Championship.

At the request of Booker T, Imani auditioned for the fifth season of Tough Enough in 2010, but sadly didn't make the cut.

Imani's entrance music is heavily influenced by a combination of 90s/00s hip hop and 2000s grunge, think the Linkin Park/Jay-Z collab.

In late 2014 she became a free agent and was almost immediately approached by WWE. The initial goal was to sign her and get her into an immediate feud with Sasha Banks and Charlotte Flair, but Imani had been under a 90 day no compete clause at the time.

She finally signed with WWE in spring of 2015 and would make her first TV appearance on NXT TV in August. She would later confront Bayley during TakeOver London which would kick off their 5 month feud. Imani would win the NXT Women's Championship at TakeOver: Dallas.

Imani Cove still holds the record for longest title reign with the NXT Women's Championship at 522 days. She would lose her title to her friend and former tag team partner Ember Moon at TakeOver: WarGames in 2017. This would also be her last match in NXT before debuting on the main roster the RAW after WrestleMania 34 to begin a three-way feud between Nia Jax and Alexa Bliss.

She would win her first RAW Women's Title at that year's Money in the Bank before getting cashed in on by Alexa to begin their feud. She would win the title back at Summerslam that year and would hold the title for 161 days before dropping it to Ronda Rousey at 2019 Royal Rumble.

During COVID, she held the Smackdown Women's Championship for the first time in her career for a total of 371 days, winning it against her tag team partner Bayley. She held the record for the longest reigning Smackdown Women's Champion until Rhea Ripley.

She has an amazing relationship with her sister and half-brothers and is very close to her stepmom Renee.

Imani is a huge fan of horror movies and musicals. Very weird combo I know, but she likes what she likes. Her favorites are Bram Stoker's Dracula and Little Shop of Horrors.

She's also a BIG ASS NERD. She loves Lord of the Rings, Marvel, Star Wars, and is currently obsessed with a show called The Legend of Vox Machina. She's played several campaigns of D&D with Xavier Woods.

As a teen Imani participated in dance, music, & theater arts. She also played volleyball, and competed in track & field.

She appeared in the first ever Women's Royal Rumble at entry number 4, lasting 35:46 before being eliminated by Asuka.

Her most favorite feuds have been with Ember Moon, Bianca Belair, Charlotte Flair, and Bayley.

In 2019, Imani made a surprise appearance as the mystery 4th member of Team Ripley at NXT TakeOver: WarGames.

At WrestleMania 38, Imani paid tribute to her Houston roots. She had a full escort of candy-painted slabs led by legendary Houston rapper Paul Wall.

The first thing she did with her first big WWE paycheck, aside from paying off her remaining student loans, was pay for her sibling's college and move her dad and stepmother to Orlando to be close to her.

Imani grew up in an affluent musical family. Her grandmother started as a jazz singer in New Orleans before becoming a background vocalist for artists like Diana Ross, Patti Labelle, Gladys Knight, and Stevie Wonder. Her grandfather played trombone for Stevie Wonder (that's how they met).

Just two months after winning her second Smackdown Women's title at WrestleMania 38, Imani was in a terrifying car accident while at home in Orlando. She had to be pried from the car with the jaws of life and life lighted. Luckily, she had only suffered a fractured jaw, leg, and left arm, but still she was forced to relinquish her championship.

Imani would make an emotional return nine months later after her car accident and begin a feud with Bayley/Damage Ctrl before being drafted to RAW.

Right now Imani has 16 tattoos. She plans to get more in the future.

Thanks to her grandparents, Imani is a classically trained pianist and can also play the guitar.

Imani has two dogs and a cat: an orange male named Cheddar, a pitbull male named Brucey, and a Golden Retriever female named Cashew. Cashew was a birthday gift from Damian when she was a puppy.

Imani's signature fragrance is a perfume she had created at a local apothecary shop in New Orleans. It's a blend of vanilla, black orchid, and amber.

Her dream WrestleMania entrance would have Megan Thee Stallion performing her theme.

A few of Imani's major wrestling influences are Rey Mysterio, Chyna, Lita, Batista, Trish Status, Jaqueline, Eddie Guerrero, & Shawn Michaels.

She is very close friends with Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley, Bianca Belair, Naomi, Becky Lynch, Zelina Vega, Ember Moon, Finn Balor, Samantha Irvin, Mia Yim, Cathy Kelly, & Jade Cargill.

She and Damian Priest have known each other the longest, since 2012 after first meeting at an ROH house show. They've been friends ever since and even lived together at one point.

Imani is fluent in both Spanish and French. She knows a good amount of Japanese though.

She has an intense sweet tooth. Her favorite candies are peach and watermelon rings and will go ham on a fudge brownie.

Two of her favorite matches in WWE so far have been a triple threat match between herself and Ember Moon for the NXT Women's Title at TakeOver: WarGames and main eventing WrestleMania 37 with Bianca Belair.

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*Notes:

this is an AU in which Asuka doesn't go to NXT but rather straight to the main roster.

Imani Cove mainly takes a good chunk of Sasha Banks' achievements and title runs but with slight changes.

Ronda Rousey does not win the RAW Women's title at Money in the Bank 2018 but instead Imani does. The only reason she loses to Ronda at the 2019 Royal Royal is due to Vince McMahon not believing Imani would be a big enough draw alongside Becky & Charlotte at WrestleMania 35.

Imani takes the place of Mia Yim as a surprise partner in the 2019 NXT Women's WarGames match, not Candace LeRae.

Imani Cove teams with Bayley to become the inaugural Women's Tag Titles, not Sasha Banks.

Imani Cove main events WrestleMania 37 with Bianca Belair, not Sasha Banks.

Tag List:

@beibigirl124 @madhatterbri @eringobragh420 @damiansgoodgirll @terrortwinunicorn @kultklassickiller @bossbitch-22 @rootedinrevisions @thedeboniardevistation @neversatisfiedgirl @blueblazezz @mzv11 @retro-rezz-the-est @writinglionqueen @miss-kuki-nz @southerngirl41 @abadbitchblogs @jstarr86 @babiidee28 @shamaness11 @chaneajoyyy @gold--gucciempress @sassymox @msbigredmachine @adriennegabriella @yana3sworld @trippinsorrows @glitterquadricorn @joy-of-life88 @royallyprincesslilly @jazzy-tzw @wrestlingbabe @wrestlingprincess80 @krystalporter22 @misslackey @hotwheels1108 @the-iridescent-phoenix @cookiebelle @disc0fairy @flawlessglamazon @simplymyself29 @ramp-it-up @lorena26

[markerofthemidnight]

Have you got any theories regarding Tozu’s eventual fate? Do you think he will end up getting executed in Ch 6 like Junko, or do you think it will be something else entirely?

Ahh, other people acknowledging Tozu’s existence! I love it!

Starting off with the most obvious answer, my P:EG fics establish my first or “main” theory about him to be that he’s Cara’s killer having been essentially “brainwashed” into becoming the way he is now, like most canon Ultimate Despairs. Throughout the course of the game, something happens to snap him back to reality for a bit which results in him committing suicide, becoming the victim of Chapter 5, as part of a plan to help take down the Killing Game once and for all.

So that’s my main theory, but it’s always good to stick with multiple theories! Especially with it being implied that Cara’s murder took place in the early 90s, which- if this game takes place in the 2020s- would therefore mean he’d have to be around his late 40s/early 50s if he really was Cara’s killer.

So yeah, that changes my theory a bit and also implies that the reason why he’s like that is because he’s been in Eden’s Garden Academy for 30 years slowly going mad, but here are some extra fates I came up with for him for funsies!:

Becomes the killer of Chapter 5 and is executed as part of a plan to take down the Killing Game (note: his execution involves his leg getting broken. ba-dum-tiss)

Attempts mass murder-suicide out of some fear that an outside force or even the rest of the mastermind group are going to end the Killing Game prematurely and will execute him in the process, a la Jim Jones (wether he is stopped before he can die himself is up for debate)

Gets successfully murdered by a student

Gets murdered by Mara (a theory I’m not a big fan of because those two are besties in my mind)

Or maybe he teams up with the students and gets to make it out alive, who knows :)

Anyways, whatever happens to him he’s still bestest boi!

[luxcandy]

Oq mais me encanta nas fics lukemara é q a Mara sempre é representada como uma mulher q é racional sem ser petulante ou irritante. E q se ela e o Luke estão tendo uma discussão, eles sempre tentam entender o lado do outro com maturidade e sutilmente vai se tornando em reconciliação(eu considero uma escrita preguiçosa se a pessoa termina uma discussão com eles se beijando e já fodendo e tudo já está ✨ magicamente✨ bem).

Tantas vezes eu leio uma fic q só a personagem feminina entende o lado do cara e eles já começam a se pegar e se torna algo tão desconfortável.

Esse é algo q me deixa desapontada e irritada com as fics q normalizam um relacionamento tóxico q o cara vai e faz o q quiser e não vai ser novidade q ela vai perdoar. Tem escritoras que são tão habilidosas em escrever todo um universo, porém sempre criam uma personagem feminina q aceita e perdoa tudo.

Enfim, fodam-se todxs

[caramara3]

Just Friends...? Meet the Cast

Imani Cove: WWE Superstar, "The BluePrint", 4-time Women's Champion, longest reigning former NXT Women's Champion & 2-time WWE Women's Tag Team Champion

Damian Priest: WWE Superstar, The Archer of Infamy; 2-time RAW/Smackdown Tag Team Champion, 1-time United States Champion, former NXT North American Champion, & Member of the Judgment Day

Rhea Ripley: Imani Cove's best friend; current WWE Women's World Champion & member of the Judgment Day

Evangeline Whitley aka Mama Eva: Imani & Nylah's grandmother; former vocalist for Stevie Wonder, Diana Ross, & various others

Charles Whitley Sr. aka Pops: Imani & Nylah's grandfather; former trombone player for Stevie Wonder

Charles Whitley Jr: Imani's father; Grammy winning former guitarist for the likes of Michael Jackson, Lenny Kravitz, Janet Jackson, & Justin Timberlake

Renee Harlow-Whitley: Imani's stepmother; History professor at University of Houston

Nylah Raine Whitley: Imani's younger sister; a law student finishing her degree at Howard University

Adryan Whitley: Imani's half-brother; a sergeant in the United States Marine Corps

Jude Whitley: Imani's half-brother; a senior in college studying computer engineering

Marcus Frost: Imani's ex-fiancé; former Miami Dolphins running back, former Winnipeg Blue Bombers running back, currently plays for XFL Orlando Guardians

More characters to come...

TagList:

@beibigirl124 @bonni-98 @bossbitch-22 @queencherryberry @blueblazezz @just-another-personal-side-blog @southerngirl41 @abadbitchblogs @new-zealand-chic @miss-kuki-nz @shamaness11 @damiansgoodgirll @bigstrongblackheart @crossfitjesusinblackskinnyjeans @thedeboniardevistation @lavitabella87 @kultklassickiller @chaneajoyyy @mzv11 @yana3sworld @sisinever @gold--gucciempress @sassymox @msbigredmachine @terrortwinunicorn @cookiebelle @flawlessglamazon @wrestlingbabe @fivefootxo @adriennegabriella @joy-of-life88 @daniiwrites @pittieprincess22 @hotmessexpressssss @joannasteez @misslackey @babiidee28 @wrasslin-x @skyesthebomb @jstarr86 @papi-priest @royallyprincesslilly

[caramara3]

Just Friends: Imani's tattoos

Here are the tattoos of our OFC Imani Cove:

two small stars behind back of left ear

2. The Hah Taew 5 Lines (success, protection, luck, charisma, & fortune) on back of left shoulder blade

3. small bumblebee on right foot (for her father)

4. "I'm mine before I'm anyone else's" in Arabic placed vertically down her left hip

5. The Goddess Isis placed underboob ribcage

6. Nefertiti tattoo with the quote "Beauty is beauty of the soul" in arabic on left side ribcage

7. "Bite Me" in red ink cursive small print on her right buttcheek (done on a dare back in her college days)

8. A trombone with music notes and flowers coming out of the bell on her left inner bicep (a tribute to her grandfather's career)

9. "Imperfectly Beautiful" cursive on top of right shoulder

10. "Shh" cursive print right index finger

11. rose vine piece vertically up the middle of her spine

12. small flock of flying birds going up right side of ribcage (matching set with Damian)

13. lightning bolt on inner left wrist (matching set with Rhea)

14. flower piece on right thigh (all of her grandmother's favorite flowers)

15. "Perspective" written vertically up left ankle

16. red crown on left ring finger

She plans to get more soon...