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tereesz-machejek · 1 year ago
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I had other plans for Hot Entropolic Summer that ended up not getting realized (yet), but I still want to celebrate, so here are some pjõl Discord emojis I've made in the past but haven't posted! Happy Sacred and Terrible (10th) Airnniversary!
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oneday-yourside · 11 months ago
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Little doodle of Khan and his mother
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psalm40speakstome · 1 year ago
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Grateful but massively annoyed that Ms. Marvel gave me
The best friend:
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The new boy:
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And red scarf:
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At least I have this non confusing straightforward shipping adorableness to hold onto
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It probably says something about me that I find a tragic ship less stressful then not knowing what to ship
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kelpiemomma · 1 year ago
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Khan didn't know much.
He didn't know where he was or what he was. He didn't know why he felt so relieved to wake up every day, his mind blank and the sun warm. He didnt know why Dizzy's eyes were gray, or why she sometimes didn't respond to her name, or why she looked so sad at him sometimes...
He was just glad his sister was with him, honestly. As long as he had Dizzy, he'd be perfectly fine.
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mormymoe · 1 year ago
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Off-Duty
Day 4: Joy Ride
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salmankhanholics · 1 year ago
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★ TIGER…Behind The Scene!
Nov. 2023
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midnightorchids · 5 months ago
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Jason x south asian!reader headcanons (I wrote this with a Pakistani fem!reader in mind. However, I did try to keep it neutral)
- He feeds you samosas and ties your hair for you, while your henna is drying. He has the stupidest grin plastered on his face while doing so, it makes his heart feel full
- He studies your native language to try and communicate with you and your family better. He gets really shy when he uses the wrong grammar or pronounces a word wrong
- Jason has a very special place in his heart for Urdu because it is one of the South Asian languages of poetry (I speak this one lol)
- He definitely learned Urdu, Farsi and Arabic for literary and poetic reasons, now you have to hear him recite different sonnets in multiple languages every day (so cute)
- He studied Islamic history and Hindu scriptures. It piqued his interest and if any of these religions apply to you, then it helps him understand you better
- You always make him wear kohl or kajal in his eyes and he never says no
- You sit on his lap and gently add the kajal in his waterline and he can’t help but smirk in excitement. He likes being close to you
- Jason likes to wear black kurtas. Need I say more? They hug his arms so deliciously, he looks so pretty in them
- Your dupatta (scarf) got caught on his watch one time and he couldn’t stop smiling
- He kisses your hand and calls you meri dunya (my world) and meri jaan (my life)
- He’s disgustingly cringe, he watched an old Shahrukh Khan movie with you once and did THE pose (im crying)
- Orange theory but with pomegranates
- Ultimate brown dad behaviour, let me explain, you tell him you like something and the next day there’s a million packets of it
- He’s a Noor Jehan listener and Galib quoter (me)
- Whenever you wear a lengha or any flowy outfit, he’ll spin you around before pulling you in for a kiss
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laineystein · 3 months ago
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I cannot even 🤣
Is everyone else aware of the criminalsamongus website? Am I late to this blood libel party?
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ask-team-domination · 2 months ago
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❄️Refs❄️
Team leaders
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🐦‍⬛Team Domination Leader: Uzi🐦‍⬛
Name: Uzi (She/They/He)
Rank: Team Domination Leader
Pokemon: Zoura
Level: 19
Nature: impish
Ability: Illusion
Held Item: N/A
Move Set:
Detect (Egg Move)
Hone Claws
Fury Swipes
Torment
🎀Team Sparkle Leader: Lizzy🎀
Name: Lizzy (She/Her)
Rank: Team Sparkle Leader
Pokemon: Tinkatuff ✨
Level: 28
Nature: Sassy
Ability: Own Tempo
Held Item: Fairy Feather
Move Set:
Baby-Doll Eyes
Metal Claw
Slam
Play Rough (TM)
Guild Masters
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🚪Guild Master: Khan🚪
Name: Khan (He/Him)
Rank: Guild Master
Pokemon: Mr.Rime
Level: 61
Nature: Hardy
Ability: Ice Body
Held Item: Twisted Spoon
Move Set:
Protect
Ice Beam (TM)
Psychic
Mirror Coat
📝Co-Guild Master: Aero📝
Name: Aero (He/Him)
Rank: Co-Guild Master
Pokemon: Watchog
Level: 61
Nature: Serious
Ability: Analytic
Held Item: Silk Scarf
Move Set:
Hyper Fang
Rest
Bide
Sleep Talk
Team Domination
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🐱V🐱
Name: V (She/Her)
Rank: Team Domination Member
Pokemon: Meowstic
Level: 28
Nature: Hasty
Ability: Prankster
Held Item: Wise Glasses (Broken)
Move Set:
Fake Out
Nasty Plot (TM)
Shadow Ball (TM)
Stored Power
🐶N🐶
Name: N (He/Him)
Rank: Team Domination Member
Pokemon: Boltund
Level: 28
Nature: Naive
Ability: Strong Jaw
Held Item: Soothe Bell
Move Set:
Nuzzle
Bite
Charm
Helping Hand
Team Sparkle
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🧶Doll🧶
Name: Doll (He/They/She)
Rank: Team Sparkle Member
Pokemon: Kirlia ✨
Level: 28
Nature: Quiet
Ability: Trace
Held Item: Spell Tag
Move Set:
Shadow Sneak (Egg Move)
Teleport
Psybeam
Draining Kiss
🏈Thad🏈
Name: Thad (He/Him)
Rank: Team Sparkle Member
Pokemon: Machoke ✨
Level: 28
Nature: Brave
Ability: Guts
Held Item: Eviolite
Move Set:
Low Sweep
Vital Throw
Coaching (Tutor Move)
Endure (TM)
Outsiders
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🖋️J🖋️
Name: J (She/Her)
Rank: Ex-Team Disassembly Leader
Pokemon: Tsareena
Level: 30
Nature: Adamant
Ability: Queenly Majesty
Held Item: Miracle Seed
Move Set:
Trop Kick
U-Turn
Power Whip
Taunt
Height Chart
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theflamingredwolfarts · 7 months ago
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Made a traditional portrait of Kamala Khan, Ms. Marvel from The Marvels using Colored Pencils in the span of 46hrs! By me, TheFlamingRedWolfArts :)
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After 3 weeks of work, I present to you, my first ever FULLY colored traditional artwork!!!
Yep, it's taking me way too long to complete an artwork LOL but I am trying to get faster!
I'm so in love with this!! I didn't expect to be able to color this well considering I'm learning & getting used to drawing with colored pencils & I'm so blown away by the result! The lighting in this was the hardest part, it was a huge pain drawing all these color transitions with the colored lights that are illuminating Kamala but it was very satisfying seeing it all come together, seeing all those "random" colors that I put down, start to make sense! Really happy with how the face has turned out, I love the depth that I've been able to capture & the amount of likeness too!!! Now, my fav part of this whole artwork... Kamala's outfit and her wrist: The outfit was a pleasure to draw, everything about it was fun to draw, from the dupatta/scarf to her symbol, I had the time of my life drawing the symbol, it was just so so fun! The wrist was a difficult & torturing but a great & helpful experience, it taught me how my art supplies reacted to each other & was basically a culmination of everything that I had learned this month working on this!!!
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If you have any criticism about the artwork or an aspect you don't like, leave a comment about it, I'd love to hear it, bad or good & if you can, be sure to tell me how I can improve on the aspect you don't like or criticized about!
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Materials:
Faber Castell Polychromos Colored Pencils
Touch Twin Alcohol Markers
Electric Mono Eraser
Daler Rowney Red and Yellow Smooth Cartridge Paper
Sakura Gelly Roll White Pen
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Time Spent: 46hrs
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Size: 16.5 x 23.4 inches
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brf-rumortrackinganon · 7 months ago
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Timeline: Part 8 - November 2017
For earlier timeline posts: click here or here.
The one where Meghan's hustle finally starts paying off.
Also, Meghan's PR loyalties begin changing during this month. By mid-December 2017, she's stopped leaking to her usual sources - Star Magazine, US Weekly, and E News.
And when the engagement is announced, you can watch the official stories of how Meghan and Harry met begin changing in real-time.
11/1/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.
11/2/2017: Meghan teases an engagement with adoption of a royal wardrobe.
11/3/2017: Meghan's role on a 2009 TV show resurfaces. Samantha Markle reveals internal family racism towards Doria and Meghan, and William's friends reopen a nightclub that Harry used to party at.
11/4/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.
11/5/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.
11/6/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.
11/7/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.
11/8/2017: Soho Farmhouse announces expansion plans. Meghan merches beauty products and calls Kate a fashion copycat.
11/9/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.
11/10/2017: A television program searches for a Meghan Markle lookalike.
11/11/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.
11/12/2017: Remembrance Sunday for the UK. The press points out that Harry is breaking military code by keeping his beard whilst wearing a military uniform. Doria sells her high school photos to the Daily Mail.
11/13/2017: Meghan papped filming wedding scenes for Suits.
11/14/2017: Meghan papped again on Suits sets. She fuels engagement rumors by hinting she plans to leave the show (but technically she already confirmed it last month).
11/15/2017: Affair rumors about Prince Philip resurface, ahead of The Crown Season 2 release. Promos reveal that the season will focus on tension in Philip and Elizabeth's marriage.
11/16/2017: Meghan lays groundwork for a PR narrative that the royal family is jealous of her popularity by reminding everyone that The Queen and Prince Philip were angry about Diana's popularity.
11/17/2017: Meghan's body-double/Suits stand-in reveals Meghan is moving to London soon. Meghan moves her dogs to the UK and merches her boots.
11/18/2017: Genealogists discover that Meghan's ancestor was beheaded by Henry VIII.
11/19/2017: Meghan owes her celebrity to her father's lottery win. Diana's former lover, Hasnat Khan, announces his engagement.
11/20/2017: The Queen and Prince Philip celebrate 70 years of marriage and Her Majesty appoints Philip Knight Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order. The royals celebrate with a swanky party at Windsor Castle; Meghan is not invited (her absence is confirmed next month). Meanwhile:
Meghan is papped arriving at the UK airport.
Samantha Markle gives an interview declaring desire to be invited to the royal wedding.
Financial reports announce that the Royal Family has contributed 1.8 billion pounds to the UK economy.
A rumor begins that Prince George will make a special guest appearance on Fireman Sam.
11/21/2017: Meghan is papped in London doing her Christmas shopping. She leaks to US Weekly that she has officially moved out of her Toronto house, her furniture was put into storage, and her personal belongings have been shipped to the UK.
The Daily Mail fires a warning to Meghan about how the 'needy' King Edward trapped Wallis Simpson and made it so she couldn't leave him. The implication is that Harry is similarly needy and will trap Meghan in a similar unhappiness.
11/22/2017: Meghan merches her scarf.
11/23/2017: Meghan gets a facial and merches the spa, fueling engagement rumors.
11/24/2017: Revisiting Prince Philip's stag party. Kensington Palace announces William and Kate will attend the Royal Variety Performance. Meghan leaks to E News that she and Harry are "practically" engaged, fueling more engagement rumors.
11/25/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.
11/26/2017: Meghan merches her facialist and her treatment. The Daily Mail scoops Buckingham Palace and reveals an announcement is coming. They also recap Harry and Meghan's relationship and reveal that both Doria and Meghan have received RPO security details.
11/27/2017: Kensington Palace announces the engagement of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle and:
The Telegraph republishes its "Meghan Markle: The Making of a Hollywood Princess" story.
Meghan merches her coat, shoes, health tips, beauty, skincare, and boots.
They hint at receiving Sussex titles.
Revisiting all of Harry's ex-girlfriends.
Meet Meghan's besties and potential bridesmaids.
The Markle family comments on the royal engagement.
Meghan and Harry will live in Nottingham Cottage.
How Meghan Markle went from seedy LA tenement to the Palace.
How Catholic Meghan Markle survived her parents' LA divorce.
Meghan's life in photos
Meet the Markles
Meghan and Crown Princess Mary (of Denmark) are style sisters.
Mishal Husain was hand-picked by Harry to conduct the engagement interview.
Speculation about the wedding dress begins, with Meghan teasing an Australian designer.
Meghan leaks to US Weekly that she and Harry spent the weekend away before announcing their engagement.
Meghan leaks about her preparation and support from Harry to become royal.
Diana and Meghan would have been best friends.
Meghan retires from acting.
How Meghan tamed Harry
Royal fashion showdown: Meghan, Diana, and Kate
11/28/2017: Engagement coverage continues.
Violet von Wesetenholz is the royal matchmaker.
Doria gives a statement on the engagement.
Meghan's sixth grade school photos are published.
Meghan's sexy online photos resurface.
Quid pro quo: How Meghan supports her friends
Meghan and Harry merch Luckington Manor as a prospective home.
No, it's not Violet. The royal matchmaker is Misha Nonoo.
Harry papped at the gym in Chelsea.
Meghan did the calligraphy for Robin Thicke and Paula Patton's wedding.
Actually, Markus Anderson is the royal matchmaker. (I believe this one; the source is US Weekly, which is a confirmed Meghan ally. The Violet and Misha stories are from the Daily Mail.)
Samantha Markle says Thomas wants to walk Meghan down the aisle.
Meghan leaks that she and Harry secretly visited The Queen after announcing engagement.
See? Meghan can do royal glam too -- 11 times she won the red carpet.
Meghan merches her fashion sense and style.
11/29/2017: Engagement coverage continues.
All about Meghan's genealogy (again)
Meghan reveals Bogart was too old to fly and was left behind in Canada. She also leaks that the BRF is forcing her to stop acting and that the BRF is also making her stop her private charity work.
Meghan the humanitarian
Ninaki Preddy sells pictures to the Daily Mail. The motherlode includes a photograph of Meghan posing outside Buckingham Palace.
Meghan expected to join the royal family at Sandringham for Christmas.
Meghan merches tongue massages.
Aaron Korsh, the creator of Suits, reveals that Meghan was written out of Suits in 2016.
Meghan leaks her expectations to be better than Princess Grace of Monaco.
Meghan merches her beauty routine again.
11/30/2017: New day, same story.
Meghan is on the cover of Elle France.
Meghan merches her nose.
Meghan's soap commercial resurfaces.
Meghan's sorority pictures are published.
Kensington Palace announces wedding will be in May.
Remember when Meghan was a fashion expert/consultant for the Today show?
Northwestern University remembers Meghan.
Meghan has royal ancestors.
How will Meghan become a British citizen?
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theinfinitedivides · 11 months ago
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DID A REWATCH AND AT 2:50 IN THE YOUTUBE VIDEO THERE WAS A TUMSE MILKE DIL KA REF. I AM NOT F*CKING KIDDING RN THERE WAS A TMDK REF
the Oh Mannu in Lutt Putt Gaya to Oh Maahi pipeline........... it's over
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artifacts-and-arthropods · 1 year ago
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Stone Turtle of Karakorum, Mongolia, c. 1235-1260 CE: this statue is one of the only surviving features of Karakorum, which was once the capital city of the Mongol Empire
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The statue is decorated with a ceremonial scarf known as a khadag (or khata), which is part of a Buddhist custom that is also found in Tibet, Nepal, and Bhutan. The scarves are often left atop shrines and sacred artifacts as a way to express respect and/or reverence. In Mongolia, this tradition also contains elements of Tengrism/shamanism.
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The city of Karakorum was originally established by Genghis Khan in 1220 CE, when it was used as a base for the Mongol invasion of China. It then became the capital of the Mongol Empire in 1235 CE, and quickly developed into a thriving center for trade/cultural exchange between the Eastern and Western worlds.
The city attracted merchants of many different nationalities and faiths, and Medieval sources note that the city displayed an unusual degree of diversity and religious tolerance. It contained 12 different temples devoted to pagan and/or shamanistic traditions, two mosques, one church, and at least one Buddhist temple.
As this article explains:
The city might have been compact, but it was cosmopolitan, with residents including Mongols, Steppe tribes, Han Chinese, Persians, Armenians, and captives from Europe who included a master goldsmith from Paris named William Buchier, a woman from Metz, one Paquette, and an Englishman known only as Basil. There were, too, scribes and translators from diverse Asian nations to work in the bureaucracy, and official representatives from various foreign courts such as the Sultanates of Rum and India.
This diversity was reflected in the various religions practised there and, in time, the construction of many fine stone buildings by followers of Taoism, Buddhism, Islam, and Christianity.
The prosperous days of Karakorum were very short-lived, however. The Mongol capital was moved to Xanadu in 1263, and then to Khanbaliq (modern-day Beijing) in 1267, under the leadership of Kublai Khan; Karakorum lost most of its power, authority, and leadership in the process. Without the resources and support that it had previously received from the leaders of the Mongol Empire, the city was left in a very vulnerable position. The residents of Karakorum began leaving the site in large numbers, until the city had eventually become almost entirely abandoned.
There were a few scattered attempts to revive the city in the years that followed, but any hope of restoring Karakorum to its former glory was then finally shattered in 1380, when the entire city was razed to the ground by Ming Dynasty troops.
The Erdene Zuu Monastery was later built near the site where Karakorum once stood, and pieces of the ruins were taken to be used as building materials during the construction of the monastery. The Erdene Zuu Monastery is also believed to be the oldest surviving Buddhist monastery in Mongolia.
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There is very little left of the ruined city today, and this statue is one of the few remaining features that can still be seen at the site. It originally formed the base of an inscribed stele, but the pillar section was somehow lost/destroyed, leaving nothing but the base (which may be a depiction of the mythological dragon-turtle, Bixi, from Chinese mythology).
This statue and the site in general always kinda remind me of the Ozymandias poem (the version by Horace Smith, not the one by Percy Bysshe Shelley):
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
stands a gigantic leg
which far off throws the only shadow
that the desert knows.
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"the King of Kings; this mighty city shows
the wonders of my hand."
The city's gone —
naught but the leg remaining
to disclose the site
of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder —
and some Hunter may express wonder like ours,
when thro' the wilderness where London stood,
holding the wolf in chace,
he meets some fragment huge
and stops to guess
what powerful but unrecorded race
once dwelt in that annihilated place
Sources & More Info:
University of Washington: Karakorum, Capital of the Mongol Empire
Encyclopedia Britannica: Entry for Karakorum
World History: Karakorum
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deepdisireslonging · 1 year ago
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STFU
In the current feud, MJF and the Reader stand on opposite sides. But when the Reader finds out that night that Max’s hotel room is next to hers, she takes it upon herself to finally find a way to shut him up.
Pairing: MJF x Valet!Reader
Warnings/Promises: language, scarf bondage, SMUT, oral (male receiving), implied further smut
Word Count: 3160
Note: This thing was 1500 words before I even started writing the smut. It was the inspiration for this Summer Song-Fic Playlist, and quite possibly my favorite of the set. I reallllly hope you guys like this one. If you do, please let me know with comments and reblogs 😊 Happy reading!
“STFU” by Kailee Morgue
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How many times were you going to face off against this man in the ring? Despite it being your client’s time, Preston Vance’s time, MJF sauntered down the ramp like every second of AEW was dedicated to him. The light reflecting off the heavyweight championship irritated Vance, making him turn away from the ramp with a growl. You did your best to keep your cool. But the second you lifted the mic to your lips-
“Shut the hell up, bitch. No one wants to hear you speak.”
You sputtered for a second before shooting back, “if they don’t want to hear me speak, then they sure as hell don’t want to hear you. Why don’t you go back to your cushy champion’s lounge and leave us alone. We’ll notify you when it’s time to for you to sweat.”
Max stepped into the ring and placed his hand mockingly on his chest. “That’s so considerate of you, Y/N. Do you let your client know when he’s allowed to take a shit, too?”
Vance surged forward, but you caught him with your hand on his chest. 
“He is allowed to do what he likes. I just do the paperwork. And what he wants… is to beat you to a bloody pulp. Can’t say I blame him. It’s about time someone took that scarf of yours and shut you up with it.” When Max stepped forward, you stepped into his path. “Goodness, if that’s all it takes to launch you into action, why is this title shot taking so long?”
“As if you could step up to the challenge. You couldn’t handle a man like me.”
“Maybe I could. But that’s not my job.” You nodded back. “That is his pleasure. We named the challenge. You name the time and place.”
“Never.”
“For fuck’s-“ Vance reached past you, but Max swatted his hand away and spun behind you both so he was out of reach. 
“Alright. So you want a title match? ‘Kay.” He leaned against the ropes, casual as a Saturday afternoon. “I really wished I cared enough about your career, buddy, I really do. But that’s not the case. So, here’s what you’re gonna do.” He pointed at Vance, “you’re gonna get lost, and you,” he pointed at you, “you’re gonna take that pretty, breakable face, and doubly get lost.” You stomped over, ready to retort, but he grabbed your mic and tossed it over his shoulder. “You won’t be needing this while Daddy talks.”
He continued to monologue to your face, but you were too busy imagining ways to get him to shut up to listen properly. Something delicious came to mind, but you pushed it out of the way. He let his glance slide off into the crowd to insult them, and you struck. You snatched his mic. 
“My turn.”
When he tried to take it back, you tripped him. He grasped the middle rope to pull himself up, but you made him freeze.
“Sit your ass down. You are nowhere near enough Daddy to handle me, and we are going to settle this title shot business tonight.” 
Max was aghast. You’d actually knocked him over. And always so full of spunk. How he’d love to fill that smart mouth of yours with- hmm. Again, he reached for the middle rope to pull himself up. A small gasp escaped him when your heel came into contact with his shoulder. 
“Who gave you permission to get up? And another thing-“
You missed the intrigued smile that tugged at his lips. But it snapped away into a frown when you dropped the bomb you promised Preston Vance when he hired you. “That title shot? It’s next week. You’ve been slacking as champion, Maxwell, and Tony Khan agreed to this challenge on your behalf.” You grinned. 
Max sneered. “Are you done?”
Tilting your head, you thought for a second. “Yes. See you next week.” Satisfied with the disgust in his face, you dropped the mic into his lap. You turned and led your client out of the ring, who was grinning ear to ear. Everything was going according to plan. Next week, he’d have to hold up his end of the dream. 
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Arriving at the hotel was a disaster. You’d booked one further out than your roster-mates usually chose. But who was there, on his phone while the elevator doors closed? One Maxwell Jacob Friedman. When you got off the same elevator a few minutes later, you groaned. His room was next to yours. 
He was walking slow. More interested in his phone than what was going on around him. Or who was around. 
The earlier idea from your battle of wits popped into your head again. It set a fire in your belly. Fuck it. Biting your lip, you quietly rolled your suitcase down the hallway. 
He was just unlocking his door when you tugged on an edge of his scarf from behind. Without looking back, he said, “get lost, ring rat.”
“I’m here to answer your open challenge.”
Shocked, he turned around. Mouth open, you did what you’d always wanted to see someone do: use his own scarf as a gag. He fell back into the door, opening it. Your surge forward to maintain the silence pushed his and your luggage into the room in a heap. He struggled a bit, but eventually you had him pinned to the inside of the door, leaving both of you breathing heavily. 
You couldn’t read what he thought about the situation. 
It cut into your usual nerves of steel. 
“Are-“ you wet your lips. “Are you willing to let me try and… handle you, as you put it?”
Suddenly the silence was sharp. 
Then his eyes glittered with the challenge. He reached back… and locked the door. 
Your grin matched his enthusiasm. Maintaining your control of his mouth and movements with the scarf, you walked him back into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed with your guidance. You glanced over your shoulder, eyeing the desk chair. Narrow back, thin legs, large seat. More of the plan slithered into your mind. Max followed your gaze, and took his chance. 
He pushed down the scarf and spun your back into his front, pinning your arms down with the scarf. He ran his nose along the shell of your ear. “How do you know I’m going to end up in that seat instead of you?”
“Because I know this.” Twisting, you mouthed at the underside of his jaw, making it fall open. As you further kissed along his throat, you loosened his hold. Finally, after using your ankle to drag the chair into place, you nipped at his jugular. Shocked and taken by surprise, he groaned. You pushed him into the seat and nosed along his forehead, gently holding his wrists to your waist. “It works on every guy.”
“Slut.”
“Says the man who’s claimed to have banged every beautiful woman from the east to the west coast. Now,” you slid into his lap, kissing him deeply while lightly pushing his arms behind him, “less talking. More fucking.” From here, you were able to tie his wrists behind the chair. Then you frowned. “Damn. Your mouth is still free.”
“I’m sure I can put it to use.” His big brown eyes made your knees weak. They looked so eager. But you had other plans. 
“I’d rather you didn’t have the chance.” You glanced at his bag. “Got any back-up scarves?”
“What kind of champion do you take me for? ‘Course I do. Just in case some fan gets grabby. They’ll be in the front pocket.”
But you were already moving. He had four. Three cashmeres ones, and a thin summer silk. More than enough. 
The first went around his mouth, of course. 
The second and third went around his ankles. Just tight enough to hold them to the chair legs, but loose enough so you could watch him squirm. 
The fourth, the silk one, you held up in front of his eyes. If you were going to lose your resolve, it would be because of those eager eyes. “May I?”
After a pause to watch you, he nodded. He watched as you slid the smooth fabric between your fingers. Around your wrists. And up your chest to circle your neck before you finally reached out to wrap it over his eyes. He tried to mumble something behind his gag, but you ignored it.
A grunt of surprise followed your hands toying with the buttons on his shirt. One by one, you released each until his chest was bare. Only one more button to go. His hips thrust into the air as you flicked open the button on his slacks. From there, you could pull the bottom hem free, leaving the shirt open like curtains on a window to a gorgeous view. His pants you would have to leave mostly intact. And not just because he was already tied to the chair. From the size of the bulge straining the fabric, you’d be lucky to get his cock out into the open.
In the meantime, you teased your nails down his abs. Up and around his pecs. Up to this throat to drag one finger across his Adam’s apple. Max shuddered with each movement. Straining against the scarves, he rolled his hips up, searching for the apex of our thighs. But you dismounted his lap.
You caught a finger in the top of his blindfold and tugged it down so he could see you. ‘Still doin’ okay there, champ?” When he nodded, you replaced the scarf and continued your plan.
His muscles flexed under touch as you slid your hands down his arms from behind. You stepped away. Max froze. Listening for your next move. What he heard was the soft whisper of fabric falling to the floor. He flinched when your hands landed on his knees.
“So sensitive. Responsive.” You slid your hand up to palm over his still-clothed bulge. “Bet you wish you could see me. Naked, on my knees for you.” It made you smile when he groaned low. “Are you ready so see, well, feel how well I can handle a man like you?” Leaning forward, you hummed against the wet spot on his pants. “Seems like it.” Deftly, you finally helped his cock out into the open. While not overly long, it’s thickness made your mouth water. You teased the slightest touch of your lips across the length.
Max’s breath stuttered as you began. As much as you wanted to take this slow, teasing him for as long as possible… your arousal didn’t want to wait. Your lips parted during their paths up and down his cock. Mouthing gently over the head, you were rewarded with the taste of his precum. You bobbed to lick his from base to tip, smiling against his length when it twitched with the sensation. You took a deep breath. Max’s stomach tensed in preparation. Doing your best, you took him as deeply into your mouth as you could. The first pass didn’t make it all the way down. You opened your mouth wider. The second pass traveled a little bit further, bumping the back of your throat. From there, you found your rhythm. One of your hands found it's place at the base of Max’s cock; it squeezed and twisted in time with your mouth. The other found your own slick. If this continued how you wanted, you were going to need some prep. While your mouth sucked and hollowed around him, you worked over your sex with rubbing your clit and scissoring open your slit. It heightened your pleasure, passing it to Max with your hums and sighs. Above you, Max panted and moaned around the scarf. His thighs tensed and flexed on either side of you.
With your grip at the base of his cock, he wasn’t able to thrust. He wanted to. Tried to. But your grip and control was too much. Eventually, he gave in to taking what you gave. His moans pitched and whined as you worked him towards release. You looked up. When his chest was heaving and his mouth was slack around the gag, you teased him further.
You pulled away before he could cum. He struggled against the scarves, thrusting the air. Behind the gag, he grumbled. 
“What was that?” You licked and kissed your way up his torso to his face, mouthing over the thick fabric. “Did you say something?” You tugged the scarf out of the way.
“One of these days,” he panted, “I’m gonna fill that smart mouth of yours.”
“Hmm. That’ll be the day. If I tell you I’m on the pill… are you open to filling something else?”
His head cocked to the side and his cock twitched against your thigh. “You need me that badly, baby?”
“Maybe. How badly do you need to cum?” You lightly gripped his cock, thumbing over the head. His hips pushed up. You nuzzled into his neck. “Do you need it that badly, baby?”
“Yes. Please- let me out of here so I can really-“ He growled as you silenced him again.
You sat on his lap and pressed your chest into his. He shuddered as you trailed your nails up his sides. You made sure that he could feel your hands as they moved to your breasts. While you kneaded, your knuckles caught on his nipples.
“I had a thought while your cock was down my throat.” Slowly, you began to roll your hips. Your slick coated his hard shaft. “I should have left my lipstick on from earlier. Then I could have left lipstick kisses at the base of your cock for you to admire. When I untie you, of course.” You smiled and ran your nose along Max’s cheek as he groaned something. “Ready for your main event?”
He nodded enthusiastically.
Gripping his cock, you teased the head at your clit. It was mostly for your benefit, but Max’s moans and stuttering breath were a good sign, too. You gave it one last squeeze before sinking onto it. It stretched you, making you groan aloud. Your head fell forward to rest on Max’s shoulder. His hips flinched. Wanting to thrust. After you acclimated to his size, you nipped at his collarbone and started to move. He did so good, letting you take the reins. And you told him as much. You praised his ability to fill you. To rile you up so you had to take chances into your own hands. He flushed under your praise about the sounds that made it through the scarf-gag. Words failed you and you dug your nails into his shoulders, grounding you while your pleasure soared. Max continued to pant and groan. His mumbling made your skin prickle. Soon, his hips found an opening in your rhythm and began to move in time. You sighed his name, tightening your walls around him.
His moaning behind the gag grew frantic. You tugged it down. “Need- need to see you.”
You tugged it back up. You thought about taking a minute to compose yourself before allowing it, but your release was so close. Pushing the fabric up his forehead, you didn’t care what he saw. How your mouth had fallen open to pant. How your own eyes were closed due to the onslaught of pleasure. The way your body bounced at a frantic pace, chasing what you both needed. His eyes could have it all. If only he’d keep moving like that so you could cum.
He did. Max moved as desperately as you did. When your bounces became erratic, nearly failing to hold you up, his thrusts made up the difference. You ended up collapsing on his lap. His length speared deep into you, and still he continued to thrust and whine until your body shuddered all over. He followed soon after, filling you with his heated release and practically melting into the chair.
You felt marvelous. And by the way Max’s chest was heaving, and how he was smiling behind the gag, so did he. Gingerly, you stood, sliding off him. He groaned, relaxing into the chair. You tugged the blindfold back down, and kissed over each eye.
“You feel good?”
“Mhmm.”
“Good.” After one lasting kiss on his forehead, you walked away. His brows scrunched, listening for you. You leaned against the doorframe into the bathroom to watch what he would do. For the first minute, he chuckled, believing you’d come back. But as time stretched, he began wiggling. Murmuring your name behind the scarf. The pleading got louder, even though you knew he hadn’t heard the water start yet. 
On tip-toes, you walked behind him. Max jumped when your arms slid down his chest from behind. 
“Just kidding.” 
You undid the scarves, leaving the one in his mouth for last. He yanked it out. 
“Bitch.” 
“This bitch just had you begging a few minutes ago.” You chucked his chin, kissing his cheek. “Be nice.” You took a few steps towards the bathroom before tossing over your shoulder, “well, are going to join me?”
With a smile, he shed his clothes while you started the water. “I should tease you in the ring more often.”
“I don’t think my client would like that.”
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your lower back into his already swelling cock. “Any more than if he finds out we sept together?”
“What people don’t know won’t kill them.”
“Maybe they should know-“
You reached back and slapped the side of his thigh. “But it might kill you. Kiss and tell and these little clandestine meetings will stop.” Before you could wriggle away, he held you close. 
“There’s more clandestine meetings available?” His voice was tinged with careful confusion. 
You licked your lips. “I don’t know. Do you want there to be more?” As his hands slid up and down your arms, you leaned back into his touch. He hummed into your hair. Tilting our head, you kissed the underside of his jaw. “Would you like more of being tied up? More of me taking care of you as you deserve?”
Max spun you around just in time to feel his length twitch against your thigh. His Adam apple bobbed. “I could get used to it.”
“Good.” You turned to slide your hands behind the nape of his neck. “I always love finding ways to make you shut up.”
“Feeling’s mutual.” Before you could figure out what he was doing, he shoved you into the shower and turned the knob. You squawked as you were hit with cold water before he adjusted it for heat. “You know what would be fun right now?” 
“What?”
“If you’d shut the fuck up and stopped making so much noise.”
“You ass-“ He silenced you with a deep kiss. And with another round of passion. This time with him in control.
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Masterlist
Other MJF Fics:
A Tease of the Worst Kind (S, Ficlet)
Finish Me (S, Ficlet)
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indigosabyss · 1 month ago
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Tentative Champions Roster For Champions x Umbrella Academy S3
Reality changed with a fizzle, and seven pairs of feet digging into ground they were never meant to touch.
"Well, that... wasn't how I was expecting this to go," Kamala noted, hands resting on her hips as she looked at a giant billboard ad of some superhero group.
"Oh, god, are we trapped here forever?" Qureshi asked nervously.
"Data from previous incidents say we shall be back home in a week, maximum," Viv consoled.
"Standard protocol: we link up with the local team here," Kamala said, looking around, "But which of us were caught in the jump?"
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Kamala Khan aka "Ms Marvel"
They watched the fans gathered at the base of the building, clamoring to grab the towel thrown from the roof.
Kamala wrinkled her nose, "Ew."
"I know," Amka rested a hand on her shoulder.
"I wanna bite something, those costumes are so disgusting. How dare they be the only superheroes and do this."
"Shhh, it'll be alright. Don't fight this guy, you know we need them on our side," Amka said carefully, tugging Viv over to grip Kamala's other arm, in case she tried to lunge at him.
~~~~~
2. Vivian Vision aka "Viv"
They were in a standoff in the mansion, the Champs and two other teams that seemed to have a lot more history with each other.
Finally, the silence was broken by a man with a beard, looking desperately at a corridor, "Mom?"
"'Mom'? She's a robot, you pervert," a woman from the Sparrow Academy said.
"Something wrong with that?" Viv asked, irked.
~~~~~
3. Amka Aliyak aka "Snowguard"
Fei called her crows back to absorb them into her back.
One of them, however, didn't meld into her.
Instead, it transformed into a girl in white and blue clothes.
"Surprise!" she grinned, and then turned into a bear.
~~~~~
4. Nadia van Dyne aka "The Wasp"
The crows drove Allison and Klaus into a closet, and were now chipping away on the outside.
"Hey, you wanna get out of here?" a cheery voice asked from behind Allison while she braced the door.
Both of the Umbrellas yelped, before processing that it was one of the teenagers that had made this whole thing so much more confusing.
This one was the white girl with a bobcut and a poofy skirt.
"We're trying to leave," she pointed out, "But there's murder birds on the other side."
"Also, how'd you get in there?" Klaus asked.
"Snuck in through the gap in the bottom. Pinpoint, get us out of here!" she clapped. A disk of light opened under their feet.
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5. Qureshi Gupta aka "Pinpoint"
They fell through the disk, and landed in blinding sunlight. On a roof.
Allison looked around in surprise, seeing the mansion across the street from them.
"What the hell?" she turned to the girl, "Did you do that?"
"No, I shrink and grow," Bobcut Girl said, "Pinpoint teleports."
A boy standing to the side waved shyly.
"Wow, you're so tiny. Allison, were we this tiny when Dad made us...?" Klaus asked.
~~~~~
7. Fernanda Rodriguez aka "The Locust"
"Coming through!" the girl with the bulky red getup and blue scarf yelled, bringing one massive foot down on Alphonso.
He didn't move, though out of surprise this time than any tactical reason.
The superpowered kick landed, and both him and the girl suffered the full brunt of it, landing side by side on the ground, wheezing.
"You're strong," she said.
"So're you. Super strength?" he guessed, unsure why he was asking. Never fought another super before, after all.
"Nah, don't have powers," she replied, "That's just hydraulics."
Huh.
He thinks he broke a rib.
~~~~~
6. Tommy Shepherd aka "Speed"
They were all catching their breath at the park. Everyone except Tommy, who was nursing a different wound.
"I'm totally going to lose my job," he languished on an entire bench by himself, "And for what? An adventure with the Baby Avengers?"
Viv hummed, "I thought you would be more excited for a mission with me."
He perked up immensely, "Oh, fuck yeah! It's gonna be a brother sister bonding mission! We're gonna make Billy so jealous."
"He's Emperor Consort of two different alien empires. There's nothing you can do to make him jealous," Nadia told him.
Luther looked between them all, "Why're you guys still here?"
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Does kamala's scarf have cultural significance? Would it be ok if Carol is gifted one by the khan family and wear it as a sash?
That is an amazing idea. I hope there's a 30 sec scene of that happening in the next Avenegers movie before the final fight. There is cultural significance in the sense that South Asians (Muslims and Hindus etc) tend to wear scarves around their necks or shoulder or head. It's a part of traditional attire. Kamala does this multiple times on her show for eid, the mendhi and wedding (Nikkah). This is separate from her religious beliefs where you're supposed to wear a full hijab (which she wears in a scene) as a Muslim. Red is also usually a South Asian color. But yeah, despite the cultural ties, it's not an issue if Kamala or her family gives Carol a scarf. It would be a sweet gesture.
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