#navy mc

[rainiishowers]

Another Obey Me MC: Navy

Design made with this picrew

Full Name: Navy Kodi Farmer Age: 19 (At the beginning of the exchange program) Voice Claim: Daman Mills Gender: Nonbinary (AMAB) Pronouns: They/Them Sexuality: Poly-Pansexual Birthday: October 31st (Shares a birthday with Diavolo! :D) Height: 6'2 (187.96 cm) Likes: Multi-tasking, shooting stars/stargazing, cosplay Dislikes: School, heights, being rejected

Dating: Literally Everyone ™ (Execept Luke, for very obvious reasons) Positive Personality Traits: Witty, innovative, punctual Negative Personality Traits: Stubborn, overly meticulous, hurtfully blunt Strengths: Has management/leader skills, mechanically gifted, able to catch small details Flaws: Gets overwhelmed easily when there is too much to do, sometimes uses escapism to not think about personal issues, unable to trust easily Pact Marks: Lucifer- Right shoulder, right smack on it, because Navy tends to wear sleeveless shirts Mammon- Neck, since that's the space he has claimed as his spot when he wants to rest his head on them (although he does throw hissy fits when their shirts hide his pact mark sometimes) Leviathan- Palm of their right hand, because that's the hand Navy typically hold his hand with when calming him down or showing affection Satan- Wrapped around their middle finger on the left hand, so they can say "f u" with the power of Wrath Asmodeus- Left arm, he likes to hook onto it when he's with Navy Beelzebub- Stomach, because he thinks it's very fitting, and he likes to sneak up behind them and hug them close, typically wrapping his arms around their stomach or waist Belphegor- Back across from Beel's pact mark, because he likes to rest there, and especially because they can pick him up and he can piggy back ride them Fun Facts: They have hearing aids, although don't wear them all the time. When their bfs have pissed them off, they take em out and "pretend" not to hear them (they actually can't hear them very well) They have an owl familiar (I actually don't know if that is an owl in the picrew, but let's pretend it is). His name is Hazel :) They live in the HoL but tries to make time to visit the castle and Purgatory Hall (Barbatos has said that the Young Master gets upset when they don't visit) Navy likes pickles, and while Diavolo had look at them horrified the first time he realized this, he now gives any pickles he may get on his food to them Navy has convinced Barbatos to let Hazel be the castle's rat hunter, so Barbatos calls them to deal with rat problems Backstory: Navy's childhood was spent at an orphanage, but they by no means suffered. In fact, they were a leader among their peers and made sure everyone was healthy and well. When they started developing magic, they kept it hidden in fear they weren't going to be looked at the same way. Eventually, around 14 years old, Navy was adopted by two sorcerers, two dads that love them very much. The two parents were supportive through every struggle, getting help for their difficulty hearing and expressing themselves. Unfortunately, they were labelled the "weird kid" growing up in middle school and high school, but tried not to let it bother them too much. Navy's magic started becoming an annoyance when looking for a stable career as a mechanic, so they became a part-time apprentice under one of their two dads. During this apprenticeship, the other dad gave them Hazel. And then, they were dropped into the Devildom, but were by no means happy with it.

[tellioari]

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Obey me!Memes #184

Navy Admiral Leviathan ...with new stickers his human s.o gifted him...

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[drabbles-mc]

Weekend Getaway

Gilly Lopez x F!Reader

For @the-slumberparty's June Challenge: beach, sundress, "There's someone in the house!"

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, slight steam

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I figured I was due to give Gilly a little fluff since I'm gonna be putting the man Thru It in my series for him lmao. Enjoy some little vacation sweetness with the man who is taking over my whole brain 😌

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You could hear the sound of the waves crashing from where you stood in the kitchen. The sliding glass door of the house that you’d rented for a long weekend getaway had a few steps just on the other side, but those steps were the only things separating you from the sand. The house was back far enough so that high tide wouldn’t reach you, but it also wasn’t going to take much effort at all to get to the point where the water would be washing over your feet.

Along with the sound of the waves, you could also hear the whoops and hollers of all the men that were out on the sand. Someone had set up a volleyball net and once it was up, none of them had come back to the house except to grab more drinks to bring out. You didn’t mind it—the break was hard earned, for everyone. The fact that so many of them had jumped on board with the idea of getting away for a weekend now that everything had calmed down a bit was shocking to you. It was nothing short of a miracle that you all had managed to get two houses right next to each other, letting you be neighbors on the beach.

You’d retreated back to the house you were staying in to shower and change after a swim in the ocean. Nothing would be as funny to you as the number of bikers who refused to get in the water because they were convinced they were going to be devoured by sharks. The same men who would willingly and without hesitation go into a gun-fight, wouldn’t go in the water past the waist of their swim-trunks. Gilly had gone with you, and you could tell by the look on EZ’s face that he would eventually dive in before the day was out, if for no other reason than Gaby dragging him in, but the rest of them kept their feet on the dry sand. The overly competitive games of volleyball kept them distracted enough.

Once you had managed to get as much sand off you as possible, you dried off, throwing on a simple, casual sundress instead. The only plans you had until dinner now revolved around plopping on a deck chair with a drink and a book. You’d be able to listen to and watch all of the shenanigans unfold without getting hit with any of the sand that was getting kicked up. You also wouldn’t be roped into something that was more than you bargained for by having to tag into the game. You had watched it happen to Creeper’s wife, but luckily she was competitive enough to hang with the best of them, much to Angel’s demise.

You were half-listening to the controlled chaos outside as you opened the fridge. Once the cool air hit you, your quest for something to make drinks with was instantly forgotten. Your eyes were wandering over everything in front of you, but you weren’t really registering any of it. It wasn’t until you heard heavy footsteps barging through the door and laughter that was too loud to mean anything good that you snapped out of your daze.

Coco was dripping wet, trying his best to look angry but failing at it miserably as he trekked through the house. You had to assume that his state had everything to do with Angel and Gilly who were walking in right behind him, nearly doubled over from laughter.

“Do I wanna know?” you asked with a chuckle as you grabbed a water bottle and shut the fridge door, deciding that drink-making could wait until the chaos crew had left the room.

Coco paused for long enough to explain the situation to you, water dripping from the curls that were now starting to fall out of whatever mess of a bun situation he’d tried to strap them up in. “These motherfuckers,” he gestured to Angel and Gilly, laughing when he saw they were still laughing, “threw me in the fuckin’ ocean.” He hastily pushed a stray lock of hair out of his face. “Like they wanna see me get torn apart by a shark or somethin’.”

“In our defense,” Angel said, fighting hard not to descend back into a fit of laughter, “we said whoever cost their team the next point was gettin’ tossed.” He sniffed, a smirk on his face. “Gotta up your game, bro.”

Coco laughed and shook his head. “Fuck you.”

You were shaking your head at all of them, unable to do anything else besides that as you tried to hold your amusement in the best you could. Taking a deep breath, you couldn’t suppress your grin as you looked at Coco. “Why don’t you go shower, or at least find a towel so you don’t keep dripping all over the beach house floor.”

He turned and started walking deeper into the house to where his room was. “Blame those—”

“I know,” you called after him, cutting him off with a laugh, “it’s all their fault, Coco.” Once you got your giggling under control, you turned back to Angel and Gilly. “Why don’t you give him a break and go terrorize EZ instead.”

“Psh,” Angel pushed his damp hair back, smoothing it as best he could given that the ocean had stripped all the product out of it, “don’t gotta tell me twice.” He clapped Gilly on the shoulder before turning around and heading back to the beach.

You looked at Gilly expectantly, thinking that he was going to turn and leave with a similar type of comment about wanting to go give grief so someone else on the beach. Instead, though, he stood there and stared at you, a smile on his face as he lingered in the doorway.

A soft chuckle slipped out of you as you watched him watching you. Twisting the top off the water bottle in your hand, you took a long drink before finally saying, “You good?”

His smile grew wider as he laughed. “I’m good, yea.”

“Need something?” You tilted the water bottle in his direction. “Drink?”

He shook his head as he stepped all the way into the house. He slid the screen door shut behind him before walking over to where you were standing. “I’m good,” he repeated, smile still on his face as his eyes traveled up and down your body.

“You sure?” You chuckled, something about the look in his eyes still knocking the wind out of you even though you’d lost count of the number of times you’d seen it at this point. “Looks like you might need something.”

“You always had this?” he asked, fully knowing the answer as he reached forward and ran his fingertips over the skirt of your dress.

“No,” you said with a smirk starting to pull at your lips. “Got it for the trip.” It was your turn to ask questions that you already had the answers to. “Like it?”

He nodded with no hesitation, eyes lingering everywhere longer than they needed to as his gaze made it back up to your face. “Looks good.”

You smiled, trying to sound nonchalant despite the heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. “Glad you approve.”

He chuckled at your choice of words, the way you phrased it as though there had ever been a time when Gilly didn’t love whatever you put on. Sure, he made more than enough comments about how you didn’t really have to wear much of anything at his place, but that had nothing to actually do with your choice in clothing.

Suddenly he was pressed up against you, chest to chest, hands slithering around until they were resting on the small of your back. He smelled like salt water and the slightest hint of body wash that was still clinging to him. You smiled, palm resting flat against his chest. A few stray droplets that were still lingering on his skin melded into yours as well.

“Your team is gonna start wondering where you are,” you joked. Despite your words being so casual, your tone gave away the fact that the proximity was doing more to you than you wanted to admit.

He shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. “They’ll figure it out.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you tried to get your wandering thoughts under control. That task would’ve been easier to complete if Gilly’s hands hadn’t been wandering as well. His hands slid down from the small of your back until the tips of his fingers were grazing against the backs of your thighs. You leaned back slightly, hands resting on the edge of the counter.

“Gilly…” you chuckled as you said it, but there was still a hint of warning in your tone.

He laughed as he leaned in closer to you, erasing the tiny sliver of space that had been left between you. “What?” he asked, feigning innocence as he pressed a kiss to your jaw.

You rolled your eyes, knowing that for your sanity’s sake you should push him away but you couldn’t make yourself do it. “Don’t ask like you don’t know.”

Both of you were laughing at that for a moment before he caught your lips with his. You smiled into the kiss at first, the way that it started off soft and sweet. You could still feel the rumble of his laughter as his mouth moved with yours. You brought one hand up to rest in the spot where his neck met his shoulder, applying just the slightest bit of pressure to bring him closer to you.

He took the action to be an invitation, apparently. You felt his hands grip tighter onto you and you knew immediately what was coming. You pushed up with your hand that was still on the edge of the counter, allowing him to set you up on it. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling the two of you as close together as you could manage. His hands slid down from your hips until they were resting on top of your thighs. You couldn’t fight the smile off your face while you kissed him, feeling the way he was slowly but surely sliding up the hem of your skirt.

“Gilly,” you said, his name accompanied by a breathless laugh as you pulled your lips off of his.

“Yea?” he said it like he had no idea what could possibly be giving you pause.

You set your hands on top of his to stop him, shaking your head. “Stop,” you told him, trying to make your whisper sound harsh but failing as you continued to laugh.

“Stop what?” he played dumb, hands continuing to wander.

“There’s someone in the house!” you whisper-shouted, laughter still shining through as you tried to swat his hands away. “It’s not the time or—”

“Coco is gonna be pouting for at least—”

“And the rest of your friends who keep traipsing in and out of here? Stealing all your beer?” you asked, smiling as your forehead came to rest against his.

He chuckled as his hand grazed along the inside of your thigh. “We could be quick.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. Shaking your head at him, you said, “One, I don’t wanna be quick.” You kissed his cheek. “And two, I’ve got no interest in getting caught. I don’t need the guys knowing me like that,” you added with a laugh.

It got him to laugh. More importantly, it got his hands to still for a moment as he considered what you were saying.

You took the hesitation as a win. Wrapping your hand around his forearm, you repositioned his hands so that they were resting on your hips again, over the fabric of your dress instead of under it. “How about,” you leaned back just slightly so that you could see his eyes, “we finish this later,” you kissed him softly on the lips, “and I’ll make it worth the wait?”

He laughed, sighing as his head dropped back so that he was staring at the ceiling for a moment. “You’re the devil sometimes, you know that?”

You laughed as you cupped his face, tracing your thumb along his cheek for a moment before your hands dropped back into your laugh. “You started it.”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at you even though he knew you were right. “Whatever,” he said as he laughed.

You hopped down off the counter as he stepped away. Reaching out, you managed to tangle your fingers with his before he stepped too far away. “Hey.” You pulled him back to you, or rather, you pulled yourself closer to him. He looked at you, eyebrows raised waiting for whatever you were going to say next. You laughed, tilting your head so that you could steal another quick kiss before saying, “I love you.”

His smile grew a little wider. “Yea,” he tried his best to sound sarcastic but the look in his eyes gave him away, “I love you too.” He took another step towards the door that led back outside. “Remember that later.”

[compacflt]

I love your interpretation of Mav and Ice. I love how realistic they both feel because well, they're white men in the Navy starting in the 80s. What it does make me wonder about Carole? I know you don't write for her but your analysis of Top Gun itself just made me wonder about her. Like whether she was a traditional military wife or just kinda met Goose and fell into it. Did Goose's death and the period between his death and her's change anything? Did it make her more skeptical of the military because of the cause of Goose's death or was her asking Mav to not let Bradley fly purely out of her hurt for Goose's death and not a moral/political thing also. PS. I read your Slider fic and absolutely adored it

well… i think any attempt to flesh out Carole’s character is gonna be completely based on conjecture, because we’re not given more than “slightly naive Christian woman who doesn’t always say exactly the right thing.”

But I think it’s helpful to remember where she fits into the narrative at large, and why: Carole Bradshaw is the villain of the Top Gun franchise. Top Gun is her villain origin story.

The rhetorical purpose of the top gun franchise is: to make money, obv, AND to get people to join the navy. (to what extent it’s successful at achieving that latter goal is the topic of a different post… im certainly not the first to say it’s pretty easy to find an antimilitary reading of TG.) but if top gun is aiming to portray the navy as someplace you want to be, and someplace where you have to earn a spot to be (as I keep repeating over the last couple weeks, it’s all about honor), then Carole Bradshaw becomes the villain of the recruiting story of Top Gun: Maverick, because she (momentarily) prevented her son from joining the navy with the honor he thought he deserved, and she is to blame for the emotional through line of the entire movie. Thank God! we don’t have to blame maverick for fucking up and preventing Bradley from achieving his Dream Of Working As A US Military Contractor! we can blame his dead mom instead, so that maverick is still a good guy whom we, a moderately-conservative pro-navy target audience (🤑), can still root for & pay money to see.

so yeah narratively speaking she’s just a scapegoat. She has no agency in the story whatsoever, she’s only an object to receive blame. any backstory/reasoning/character we invent for her doesn’t really matter. It doesn’t really matter WHY she does it—whether she hates the military or not, narratively speaking we have to blame her just the same either way—it just matters that she does it. and then she has to immediately die so she can’t explain herself and maverick has to self-sacrificially take the blame. Because otherwise the plot of TGM wouldn’t happen, which would not achieve the rhetorical goals of making a bunch of money and getting kids to sign up for the navy.

[lillywillow]

Portia's Day Off

Summary: You and Portia spend a wonderful day together

Written for: @the-slumberparty

Words: 1623

Square Filled: B1- Cottage Core and N1- Baking

Pairing: Portia Devorak x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

Your eyes slowly opened as the morning light cracked in through the curtains. Stretching, you smiled and rolled over to admire Portia’s peacefully sleeping form. Normally, she would be awake long before now but as she had been doing a lot of work lately, Nadia insisted Portia take the day off. Placing a gentle kiss on her ginger curls, you carefully untangled yourself from your comfortable position to make her breakfast in bed. Feeling movement, Pepi woke and moved from her spot on the bed to investigate.

“Sorry, Pepi. I didn’t mean to wake you,” you quietly apologised. “Shall we get started on breakfast?”

Pepi stretched her back before jumping off the bed and heading to the kitchen.

…

After feeding Pepi, you set to work on making Portia her favourite breakfast. You hummed as you cooked, soon feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Hey… I thought you were still asleep…” you smiled.

“Bed’s cold without you,” she purred, nuzzling your back.

“Do you want to help me make breakfast since you’re here?”

“You know it,” she grinned.

You smiled back as she stepped beside you and together, you started making a lovely breakfast. Occasionally, there was a playful bump of the hip or a stolen kiss on the cheek as you worked and it wasn’t long before you had your food served up. The pair of you sat down to eat with Pepi taking her usual spot nearby.

“So, what did you want to do today?” Portia asked, digging into her pancakes.

“We could tend the garden, do some baking, invite our friends for tea,” you suggested.

“Yes! Let’s do all of that!” she grinned.

You grinned back and ate your breakfast.

…

After you had finished eating, the pair of you went to check on your newly acquired chickens. It was Muriel who first gave you the idea to raise chickens and after seeing some in the market, you found them so adorable, you couldn’t resist not having them. Every morning, you would open the door to their little enclosure, collect the eggs and gave them some feed for them to scratch around in and every night, you would lock them away all safe and sound. You also had to keep a fence around your veggie garden so they wouldn’t come in and dig up or eat your vegetables.

Once the chickens were tended to, you sent out an invitation to all your friends with a time to come to afternoon tea. You weren’t sure if Muriel would even come but you hoped that maybe Asra might convince him.

You got all the ingredients out as Portia pulled out a few cookbooks. The pair of you looked at a few recipes and decided on a pie and some cookies. You worked on making the pie while Portia made the cookies. So engrossed you were on making sure the base fitted neatly into the pie tin, you never noticed the wicked little grin on Portia’s face. You were humming to yourself when suddenly, you were blasted with a sprinkling of white power. Blinking a few times in surprise, you turned to look at Portia who was doing her best to look innocent but she couldn’t stop the cheeky smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

“Did you just… flick flour at me?” you asked.

“What? Me? Of course not,” she protested, barely able to contain her snickering.

“Really? Well, I didn’t do this!”

You flicked flour back at her. She stared at you dumbfounded before grinning widely.

“Oh, it is on, Y/N!”

And just like that, a battle for the ages began. Dust clouds plumed as flour flew in the air, getting all over the kitchen, your clothes and hair. The pair of you laughed and shouted, getting carried away in the fight. The only the thing that stopped you was a sudden, sharp, “Mrrp!”

You looked down to see Pepi covered in flour, looking rather displeased.

“Oops… Sorry, Pepi…”

Pepi shook herself off and headed outside, leaving little pawprints in her wake. You and Portia looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

“We should- we should get back to work,” you managed to get out between laughs.

“We really should,” Portia agreed, clutching her stomach as she was laughing so hard.

It took a while for the pair of you to settle down but even then you still had the giggles. Eventually, you had your pastries completed and set them bake in the oven. Of course, one would take a little more time than the other so you opted to do some so gardening while you waited.

…

Portia stayed closer to the house while you tended the garden to keep an eye on the oven to make sure it wouldn’t burn. She watered some of the plants by the cottage before getting distracted by watching you weed the garden. You took great care to save the nettles (without them stinging you) for nettle tea and keep the dandelions for dandelion wine. Occasionally, you would stand to stretch your back or wipe the sweat from your brow. Portia couldn’t help but giggle as Pepi brushed up against your leg and as you bent down to do more weeding, headbutt your hands to demand pats.

She smiled to herself and thanked every lucky star she had someone like you in her life; someone who was kind, fun to talk to and loved every little part of her. Portia in turn, loved every little part of you. All those insecurities and demons from the past all seemed to fade away whenever you were together, especially on days like this.

Hearing the ding of the timer, Portia headed in to take the cookies out of the oven and swap for the pie. Once she had completed that task, she called you in for lunch while she busied herself preparing iced fruit tea and toasted the pumpkin bread you bought from the market last week with an assortment of spreads. You greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and set out to help her.

“No, no, I’ve got it. You go and sit down,” Portia insisted.

“I can help,” you protested.

“I’ve got it. You’ve been doing all that hard work outside; you deserve a sit down.”

With a sigh, you took a seat at the table. Portia already did so much for everyone, it made you feel guilty when you couldn’t help her. She soon had everything set out and joined you at the table. The first thing she noticed was your pout.

“What’s that look for?” she asked.

“Nothing…”

Portia grabbed your chin with her thumb and forefinger to make you look at her, causing your face to heat up.

“You’re pouting. Now, tell me what’s wrong,” she asserted.

“It’s just that… you do so much. Around here, at the palace, and I feel like… you deserve to be waited on… I want to spoil you…” you admitted.

Portia smiled and kissed you softly.

“Every day I’m with you I’m spoiled,” she confessed sliding her hand to your cheek.

You smiled and kissed her palm, leaning into her warm touch. The two of you stayed there like that for a moment before pulling away to finish your lunch before your guests arrived.

…

Nadia was the first to knock on your door, bringing a spiced tea from her homeland of Prakra. You began making the preparations for it while she and Portia engaged in pleasant small talk. The next to arrive was Julian, making a dramatic entrance. Portia rolled her eyes at her brother and welcomed him inside. Finally, Asra came brining Muriel with him. Muriel was reluctant to enter your home with too many people for his liking but with some encouragement from Pepi, he soon took a seat at your table.

The table was filled with the pie and cookies you had made that morning along with coffee, a pot of Nadia’s tea and a few assorted snacks and drinks.  The smell of fresh baking still hung in the air. Everyone helped themselves and engaged in lively conversation. Nadia caught everyone up on the latest happenings in the palace. Asra spoke about the gossip he overheard in the marketplace. Julian told tales of his latest escapades at the Rowdy Raven. Portia filled everyone in on how her day off went so far. Feeling like Muriel was being left out, you decided to converse with him.

“Muriel, did you know we have chickens now?”

“You do?”

You could see his features begin to relax.

“We do. I’d be happy to show you when we’re done here,” you assured him.

Muriel softly smiled and turned his attention back to Pepi. You were certain he would have preferred to leave now than be with all these people but having furry to focus on was helping him cope.

…

By the time sunset rolled around, everyone was ready to leave but not before you made good on your promise to show Muriel the chickens and locked them away safely for the night. You welcomed him to come back anytime to see the chickens and Pepi too of course.

At the end of the day, you and Portia made a nice, easy dinner and sat on the porch to unwind a little before heading to bed. Tomorrow, Portia would resume her duties as a palace servant but for now she was all yours and you were all hers. It was a perfect way to end such a wonderful day.

[sleepey-demon-liker]

Hello lovelies and welcome to my blog! This is strictly an Obey Me! and Obey Me! Nightbringer blog!

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Now I capitulate 😂

Small Neytiri and Jakes Ikran still missing 😢

But hey...

I am now the mother of a complete Toruk Clan 😎

Now I have to concentrate to save my money for my new apartment (buying kitchen and other stuff)

My plan is, to create a pandorian/atokirina atmosphere in there (not every room but at one spot)

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[sider3us]

suddenly in desperate need of a sketchbook so I can practice drawing more 🧍‍♀️I have too many OC ideas and scenarios,,,,, and I need 2 make idia skrunkly scrimblio as much as Possible

[drabbles-mc]

OC Moodboard: Luciana Rodriguez (from an upcoming Mayans MC fic)

Luci looked up at Angel, a smirk on her face. "Since when are you so invested?"

"If my life is gonna turn into a fuckin' telenovela I wanna know about it."

Created for the Week 2 @the-slumberparty challenge Outside the Box Challenge: lip gloss