#jodam

[poseidonsvodka]

Does anyone else ship Adam/Joe because personally I think they would make a great pairing, I mean they're both definitely sassy and funny enough. Tell me I'm not the only one, (Jodam?) for the win!

[deceiviious]

@perfect-fourth

“Settled. Your supply of arms shall arrive within a few weeks.” The eldest of the three manned gang, a member of the Navori brotherhood who went by the name of Jodam, held his hand to seal the deal.

He was the eldest of the attending members, long, grey hair unkempt, but tied to a messy knot. His nose was disproportionately large and red and his breath reeked of long nights at taverns and inns. Zed gripped his hand tightly after a short pause, a slight nod of his masked head. Their rendezvous had proved long overdue and fruitful – the shadow order was running quite low on weapons and armor since Zed had implemented the rule of not looting their victims’ possessions. It was a form of respect that he had decided to show to any Ionians who dared oppose their views – one that was met with eyerolls and hushed whispers behind his back. He was foolish, Kayn had insisted once, for missing the goldmine that were enchanted brooches, silver daggers or perhaps a leather purse.

Instead, Zed had opted to pay the Navori brotherhood with quite a few favors to supply his demand of weaponry. Nobody had accompanied him on his trek through the forests and hills of Southern Ionia – it was not a long journey and the rendezvous had barely lasted more than an afternoon, including a light supper and chat with Jodam.

“You’re certain you don’t care to stay the night?” Jodam offered.

“Certain.”

Zed pathed across the small village, his boots clacking against the cobbled ways. It was about midday, if he upkept a good tempo he’d arrive at the Temple of Thanjuul before night fell. He made his way through the Ionian forest, following the general direction of east until he reached a dirt road. It wasn’t highly frequented – occasionally, in the distance, he heard the thuds of hooves, dampened by the springy ground, but the riders never reached him. After a few hours of silent travel, he reached up to pull the mask from his face, white hair sticking to his skin. He brushed the strand out of his eyes, emptying the last sip out of the skin of water he carried around his waist. Although it was already autumn and the leaves were starting to turn golden and red and fall, days in Ionian could still reach pleasant or even warm degrees. It was the nights that made it obvious that winter was coming – freezing and windy, frost clawing its way through the evergreen landscape. Now, with the sun slowly setting on the horizon, Zed shivered, relieved to recognize the main road leading to the former Kinkou temple that had been desecrated by the Shadow Order. It wasn’t far from here – perhaps half an hour before he could relieve himself of the heavy armor and layers of cloth.

Zed squinted, narrowing his eyes. In the distance, a silhouette emerged from the dawn – a cart or carriage perhaps, somebody travelling on the road. He couldn’t quite put his finger on the sudden shiver – a raven cawed, an ominous foreboding of what was to come. Something was wrong and Zed had learned to trust his instincts, fitting his mask back over his face, the cold steel making him shudder briefly. He felt his shurikans through his gloved hands, tightening his grip around them, ready to strike should a shadow emerge from anywhere – but all stayed silent, almost eerily so as he closed in on the distant cart.

He discovered the first clue before he reached the scene, on the ground. Frowning, Zed kneeled down on the dirt road to examine the leather like sheet that lay coiled up like snakeskin. Dark splotches of color formed familiar patterns, although his mind refused to make sense of what he was seeing. The patterns – subconsciously, he ran his hand over his upper arm, tracing the inked drawings through the fabric and armor.

“What the hell?” Zed muttered and removed his mask – it impaired his vision at a close distance. He regretted it when he tasted a familiar scent on his lips and tongue. The overwhelming smell of coppery blood as well as a sickeningly sweet, floral hint. Splotches of blood fanned out on the object he was holding – that he now realized was skin. Human skin. Zed dropped it as if it was seething hot, tasting bile in the back of his throat. It was a trail of skin shreds, each with the prominent tattoo markings that lead him to a cart resting on the side, where a fourth wheel was missing. The scene was horrific. One that Zed had never wanted – and never been prepared to see again.

Draped on its side in an almost casual position lay the first body – small, lanky, with glossy eyes widened in horror. The flowers left no question as to who had committed the horrible murders – protruding from each orifice, most prominently from the chest cavity. Long, golden and thorned tendrils wound their way around the corpse, flowers blossoming from the stems. Instinctively, he reached out, albeit it hesitant, gloved finger coming into contact with the illusion, shattering it into pieces. What was left wasn’t an artfully decorated canvas, it was a mutilated body with a slit throat, flies starting to crawl into every opening they could find to lay their eggs. Zed gagged, clambering to his feet, stepping backwards until he stumbled over another body. No. No! A stocky body, this time, he had already broken the lie by the time he turned to kneel down. The corpse was skinned, the flesh buzzing with insects. Zed discovered three more corpses – all of his own, two skinned, everybody’s face contorted in a pained grimace. Something struck Zed as odd, as off and he quickly came to realize what it was when he bent over the fifth corpse. He was short, his hands those of a young man – but his face was a familiar one. Older and grim, the characteristic scar stretching from cheekbone to chin. One of Zed’s closest advisors – a trusted member of the Shadow Order, somebody he had even considered a friend. But it didn’t match. Why didn’t it match? Zed reached out, with trembling hands, brushing over his face. Realization dawned when it shifted, it moved – it was nothing more than a mask. A sheet of skin that had once sat upon a different person’s visage before Khada Jhin had turned it into macabre art, a domino, a puzzle of faces. None of them matched, Zed realized – the golden demon had even denied him the peace of closing his allies’ eyes.

He couldn’t be back. He was locked up in a prison cell, never to be released – yet there was little doubt. Zed shivered, his face had long since gone an ashen shade of grey. He closed his eyes as if it would all be gone when he opened them again – as if it were a nightmare. But it wasn’t and no matter how hard he tried, the stench of blood and decaying flesh wasn’t to be ignored. Jhin saw art in his work, but it was little more than a massacre, a bloody mess – footprints leading off to the distance, some weapons strain on the ground. They had put up a fight, surely – they hadn’t surrendered to an inevitable fate.

Five. Why were there five corpses? Were there more at the temple?

Zed swallowed thickly, climbing onto his feet from the kneeling position, staggering and holding onto one side of the cart for support. He frowned, narrowing his eyes – dark spots he hadn’t previously noticed against the wood. The blood had dried already and feathered, but it was clearly letters – he backed away to discover a sentence. “I’m waiting,” Zed mouthed the words painted with dark red, gruesome calligraphy. He exhaled sharply, gaze cast one last time on the macabre massacre Jhin had left behind, before he fled the scene and scrambled away, off of the street and into the adjourning patch of forest.

Zed came to an abrupt halt, cowering down on the ground, one hand holding his upper body upright. He closed his eyes, feeling his heart pound against his ribcage at a sickening pace, breaths coming in short, rapid succession, blood rushing in his ears. He doubled over to vomit until he was sure he was going to faint. Black spots rimmed his vision and he rolled onto his back, staring into the darkening sky. His hair was wet with sweat in spite of the rapidly cooling temperature, his lips stained with bile, but that was little in comparison to what he had witnessed on the dirt road leading to the temple of his Order. Khada Jhin was like a curse – he didn’t seem to be able to escape the iron grip the artist had on his life. He had thought he had done so twice before – once in his youth and then nineteen years later. Zed shouldn’t have shown him the mercy of survival – his students had paid for his reluctance and loyalty to Shen with their lives.

Five. Zed realized what had been bothering him in the back of his mind – a thought that made him rise to his feet, albeit shakily, leaning against a tree to fight for his balance. Jhin would never disrupt his obsession with the number four – so there would be more murders. His temple. He needed to reach it as quickly as possible, heading through the forest instead of the main road, mask pressed against his face, weapons at the ready.

[initiala]

talking to this dude and somehow we got to “now I’m just imagining the Sistine Chapel but done in the style of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure”

The Creation of Adam, but with two super buff dudes, fingers centimeters apart, while tiny buff angels hover around them: Jodam and Jod

[tlacehualli]

Insomnia

A groan and Sombra rolled over in bed, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. She didn't even wanna open them- through them, she could tell that it was still completely dark in her room - so there was no shot this was like a normal, human time. So she kept them closed and tried to keep sleeping.

At the corner of her vision, her AI's UI sent her a notification, in all red: hungry. The way that her stomach growled confirmed it. She sucked at her teeth in a little noise of frustration; she'd been busy all day yesterday with something or another and she hadn't eaten until way late in the day and now it was catching up..at...2:30 in the morning.

"Jodame," she cussed under her breath, swiftly tossing the covers up off of her so she could stand. Usually she just slept in a ratty old t-shirt and some shorts and today was no different; it was usually fine when it was daytime and the base actually had heat on, but she could almost shiver now.

It was all making her distressingly awake.

She shuffled out of her room, her bare feet dragging all the way, continuously letting out a colorful stream of Mexican Spanish curses under her breath as she made the trip to the staff kitchen. Wasn't anybody gonna be there at this hour anyway, might as well make herself something and take a concerning amount of melatonin after.

With a yawn, Sombra started putting around the kitchen - water for her ramen, starting the microwave, heating up some water to make herself some tea and all of that. She fished a frying pan out of one of the cabinets and set it down on the stove gingerly - last thing she needed was someone wandering in here wondering why she was cooking loudly and angrily - and started frying up some sausages to go with the ramen. It was a weird combination but frying Spam was so violent and she wasn't wearing enough to avoid an oil burn.

She was just turning off the microwave before it could announce it was done with the loudest noise possible (why they chose the most annoying one was beyond her) when she heard soft footsteps she recognized.

"Ah, shit. ¿Te desperté?" The shorter woman pulled her bowl of ramen out of the microwave gingerly, setting it down on the counter before she went to roll the sausages over on the uncooked sides.

A pause. "Oui. I sleep slightly." There wasn't any malice in the Widow's voice. "Are you aware it is 3 in the morning?"

Sombra winced. "Yeah, I sleep like shit. Sorry to bug you. Want some tea or something?" She popped a couple of pills of melatonin in her mouth - probably way more than she was supposed to take but it never did shit - and moved cooked sausages into her ramen. Hopefully sleep would come easier with a full belly.

[mynameisjoliet]

the night it changed || jodam

It was a Friday night.

Fridays usually made for a long night at the diner, but it made for incredibly decent money. The place was popping with after school teens, truck drivers gearing up for the weekend, and before and after clubbers coming in to fill the munchie void before moving on to whatever it was the city had to offer. Joliet wasn’t even sure at what time it finally slowed down and the diner guests had finally began to trickle out. She bussed table after table to try and help out her fellow co-workers, but even she knew she needed to catch some fresh air. As the crisp nighttime air hit her cheeks, Jo plopped herself down lazily on the bench out front directly under a streetlight. Pulling her legs up onto the bench, feeling the relaxing strain seize the moment she propped them up, Jo pulled out her server book and began to sketch. She’d started one earlier on the subway ride to work, of a bouquet of flowers being sold by a vendor, and began at it again. 

The harsh evening air felt good on her lungs, calming even, as she continued to shade her drawing. It was as if someone had whispered in her ear, urging her to look up, in to which she saw a figure walking down the sidewalk. One that looked more than familiar.

[inkstaineddaughter]

I can’t believe I missed the BAFTA’s last night because I was busy spending “quality family time”. Nerf guns and board games and sandwiches by the creek.

Shameful.

[donotcallmelori]

y que os jodam

[negrophiliainstabackup-blog]

Favorite tweets: Pa qe lo ebamgelita o lo tetigo de geoba no lo jodam pomgam em la puerta um cartel qe dise me guta garcha y no lo yamam ma— El Gille (@DEBocaYLaVILLA) August 3, 2017

http://twitter.com/DEBocaYLaVILLA

[alternative-girlfriend]

WHEN UR FRIENDS ARE A SUPER CUTE COUPLE AND YOU JUST AJDJAKDJKDKSJDDK

[tellynewsupdates]

Pandian Stores Upcoming Twist: Anita rejects Gautam post knowing Pandya Store reality

Pandian Stores Upcoming Twist: Anita rejects Gautam post knowing Pandya Store reality

Pandian Stores Upcoming Twist: Anita rejects Gautam post knowing Pandya Store reality The upcoming episodes of the Star Plus SERIAL will see an interesting twist in the Pandian Stores. Jotam’s first love, Anita, immediately wants to marry Chhotam. Anita does not want to marry Gautam because she loves him, but because she wants to leave the Pandya store and take all the money. Innocent Jodam…

[jimmydarrlinq-blog]

I Feel like shipping Jon snow with myself :o

[planetcleer]

Scratch

Title: Scratch by planetcleer

Pairing: Joellis/Jodam (Achievement Hunter/Rooster Teeth)

Warnings: Just some swear words

Summary: Adam's beard is a bit irritating, but, in the end, Joel doesn't really mind,

Disclaimer: I respect that these are real life people with their own feelings and everything and I’m not saying that any of this actually happened or will ever happen. So there y’all go.

Notes: Just a little drabble I wrote today c:

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"Goddamn, Adam," Joel winced as he peered at his face in the mirror, eyes narrowed at the angry red scratches around his mouth. One look told him the same marks littered his neck and the insides of his thighs, and he didn't need to do anything to feel the same itchy burn between his ass cheeks. So maybe they got a bit kinky... "Your beard is really doing some damage."

Suddenly there were two arms circled around his waist, pulling him back against a slightly broader chest before a warm, furry chin settled on his shoulder, "Sorry, babe. Want me to shave it?"

Joel considered saying yes, but then he felt the hot breath against his ear and the fingers brushing at his hips and remembered how amazing the beard actually felt in the moment and, hey, if nothing else, Adam looked sexy as fuck with facial hair, so...

"Hell no," Joel turned in Adam's arms, grabbed his scruffy face, and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

Later, at work when moving would be uncomfortable and everyone would tease him over the beard burn, he would probably regret the decision.

But probably not.

[planetcleer]

okay so we need to figure this out guys not everyone ships it so disregard this if you don't but JOEL/ADAM is quickly becoming a thing. enough people ship it for there to be a tag, I think, so we should probs settle on a ship name so a tag can actually happen I've seen jodam and joellis so far so I mean there's that but if anyone else has some suggestions?