#open for the sage verse

[sageofjustice]

Not Mr. Angel grabbing Bayonetta's Ribbit Libido-BZ55 weaponized mic stand and going ham on a performance. "I BRING YOU♪ AND I SING YOU♪ ... A Moooonlight SERENADEEE♪♪♪" "My Looooove♪ do you know? "That your eyes~♪" (your eyes♪) "Are like stars♪ Brightly Gleaming " (Gleaming♪)

"I BRING YOU♪ AND I SING YOU♪♪ ... A Moooonlight SERENADEEE♪♪♪" "A looove song" (love song♪) "my darling♪" (darling♪) "A Mooooonlight Serenade♪"

[thesageofwater]

@gloryseized liked for a starter!

⨠⨳ How was he supposed to bring up a rather embarrassing conversation, especially to the man he considered his best friend?

It was one that he delicately tip toed around for a while, considering his options until he thought it was best to bring up such a discussion. Not that he couldn't say anything until Link had come back to Zora's Domain for a visit. Now that the sludge infecting their waters had been taken care of, things were much more peaceful.

There wasn't a reason for the Hero to come back, unless it was to stock up on supplies before venturing back out into the vast landscape of Hyrule. But moments like this were nice too; when Link could simply take a break and Sidon could be at his side. Where they could talk and catch up and be just... friends.

However, Sidon's concerns stemmed from the fact that he was always at Link's side. Whether Link realized it or not.

Ever since the newly crowned king had offered his loyalty to the cause and rose up as the Sage of Water, his spirit followed Link like a guardian angel watching his every move. Through every battle, quiet evening, and adventure across Hyrule, Sidon was there. If he closed his eyes, he could see Link as if he were standing right beside him. He couldn't speak, couldn't reach out and touch him, but he'd seen a side of Link he never thought possible.

It made him see the Hero in a different light.

Now the two of them were sitting side by side, watching the sunset from the top of Mipha's Court, and for once, Sidon felt tongue tied.

Eventually, golden hues glanced down at the Hero sitting beside him, and his fingers fumbled in his lap before his attention turned back towards the sunset and the large castle floating in the sky.

"I've been meaning to ask-- how are you, my friend?" He suddenly said, breaking the long drawn out silence between them. When they were together in person, his spirit wasn't by Link's side, opening the fact that there was no need for it when his real self was beside the Hero. He could see Link with his true eyes.

He knew how he was doing, but it opened the floor for Link to be vulnerable with him. If he wished to be.

[gerudospiriit]

@sentinaels 💖d for a starter for riju

So much changed. The world. The desert. The Gerudo. But it was always that way when she regained full consciousness with memories and knowledge not all her own.

The current chief was young but respected, and, though she did not agree with the methods the tribe now used in selecting their leader--a bloodline, leadership chosen based solely on birth rather than merit as they did in her age--from what she heard, Riju showed promise as a leader. Capability that suggested she might deserve the title.

Upon approaching the throne, Nabooru bowed, long ponytail slipping over her shoulder and grazing the floor. " It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Riju. If those I have spoken to are to be believed, I am pleased to see the Gerudo are in your capable hands. " She straightened up, smile on her painted lips. " You can call me Nabooru. "

[badnikbreaker]

"It would be nice to be loved...unconditionally." That's all.

[darkestrellar]

no svern did not go back to challenge the pokemon league again for a proper champion battle he has literally zero motivation to do that

[seoulmatez]

୨♡୧ UMBRELLA — suna x reader. sfw. fluff.

requested by sage ( deactivated :'( ) for my rin round up event!

the one day you forget to stuff your umbrella into the side of your backpack, it rains.

not a light drizzle that would be mildly annoying at most, but the kind of rainfall that you can hear pelting against the windows—the kind that you definitely don’t want to walk home in.

you let out a huff at seeing the time. it’s later than you should be leaving and you can’t help but think that maybe you would have missed the rain if you had left an hour earlier like you normally do on any other weekday. there’s no telling how long it’ll be before it lets up, so, unfortunately, you’ll be stuck in this building until the weather clears up enough for you to make a run for it.

instead of making every minute feel painstakingly longer by watching puddles form on the sidewalk beyond the door, you turn on your heel with the intention of killing time by watching something on your phone. though, before you can make it to one of the many tables, your path is blocked by a broad body. when you look up, you’re met with unmistakable grayish-yellow eyes. 

“so the rumors are true,” suna starts, eyeing you up and down before meeting your gaze once more with a playful smirk. “you’re bound to this school and can’t ever leave.”

in all the time you’ve known suna, you don’t think you’ve heard one serious thing come out of his mouth. you can’t be sure if it’s just you or if he’s always so flippant. you roll your eyes, shaking your head at his dumb statement. “it’s raining and i don’t want to get wet.”

suna raises his eyebrows. “no umbrella? i thought you were always prepared.”

there he goes again, taunting you like it’s a game. it’s been this way since high school and back then you’d respond to his jokes with jabs of your own. it’s never bothered you a great deal but right now, all you want is to go home and suna reminding you that you can’t serves as the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“don’t you have anything better to do than stand here and make fun of my oversight?” you look past him, eyes scanning the lobby for a suitable spot to spend who knows how long.

something about your tone makes suna’s grin fade. it’s not jesting like usual and he’s afraid that the hint of exhaustion he hears in your words has to do with him. joking around with you is much less fun when you aren’t in on it—especially if his teasing has truly struck a nerve.

suna would never consider himself to be well-versed in kind gestures, but he thinks that he might have some way to make up for overstepping.

“i guess i could walk you home,” he offers. there’s a glint of doubt in your eyes as you stare at him. he isn’t sure if it’s because the suggestion is strange coming from him or if you think he’s no better suited to brave the weather than you are. suna can’t do much about that first one, but to prove that he can in fact get you home dry, he pulls out the umbrella from the mesh holding of his backpack and holds it up beside him. “i have an umbrella.”

part of you feels like a fifteen minute walk with suna—someone you would barely consider a friend—is bound to be at least a little bit awkward but a larger part of you is willing to put up with that if it means you can finally get off this campus. “fine. but only because i really want to get home.”

“of course.” suna nods. he steps past you to push open the heavy door, pressing the button to extend the umbrella. the waterproof canopy shields his dark hair from the rain and he jerks his head to the side in a silent gesture for you to follow him.

you do, careful to step close enough so that you’re also under the umbrella but not so close that you’re bumping shoulders with him. “it’s this way,” you point in the direction of your apartment building.

suna nods again and sets off, pacing his steps so that they’re in line with yours. other than the rain hitting the canopy and the sound of your footsteps, it’s silent. you cross your arms and shy away from the edge of the umbrella where water is dripping. it brings you a little closer to suna but the warmth emanating from him is preferable to the sleeve of your sweater getting soaked.

“so,” suna’s smooth voice cuts through the silence, “what were you doing at the sports center?”

you can’t stop your head from turning to look at him, though, his gaze is still focused ahead. seems like that point you made earlier suna never having anything serious to say no longer stands. you’re sure he’s trying to ward off the awkward air surrounding the two of you. you’re sure he’s just trying to be nice, that he doesn’t really care what you were up to, but you answer him anyway. “oh, i was interviewing for a job at the front desk.”

suna’s lips part as he readies to respond with one of his usual quips—something like being able to bother you more often if you get the position—but he quickly presses them closed. he’ll end up running you away if he keeps at it so frequently and that’s the last thing he wants. even though it may not seem like it, suna likes having you around. he likes it a lot.

so he settles for, “that’s cool.”

“the description actually sounds pretty boring.” sitting behind a desk, answering calls, and constantly being around student athletes isn’t exactly your idea of fun but working on campus is convenient and you need the money so you’re hoping for a call back with good news.

“i don’t know,” suna starts, finally turning his gaze to you. there’s a sparkle of playfulness in his eyes. “watching atsumu flirt and fumble is pretty entertaining. it’s like a neverending show.”

the mental image of atsumu flaunting his position as the volleyball team’s setter in an attempt to impress a crowd and maybe walk away with someone’s number makes you chuckle. “okay, that does sound kinda funny.”

your laugh catches suna a bit off guard but aside from his initial surprise, he finds it pretty. sure, he’s heard it plenty of times in passing before, though, never this close. and he’s never been the reason behind your laugh. it’s probably a little silly, but he thinks it sounds even sweeter when he’s the one who caused it.

the rest of your walk is highlighted by natural conversation; questions from you about volleyball and questions from suna about your extracurriculars. it’s uneventful and utterly normal and the exact opposite of what you would expect from suna. although, you don’t dislike it. in fact, you think you could get used to it.

time passes a lot faster in suna’s company and before you know it, you’re standing outside your building. it’s quiet again as suna holds the umbrella over you while you enter your pin to unlock the main door. an automated click sounds through the air and you pull on the handle so it doesn’t lock again. awkwardly, you turn to face suna. “thanks… for walking with me. and sharing your umbrella.”

he dramatically gasps, pressing his free hand to his chest in yet another show of theatrics. “was that a thank you i heard?”

suna is almost sure he’s taken it too far again before you smile.

“don’t get used to it,” you tell him as you step into the dry lobby of your building. before the door closes, you raise your hand in a wave. “bye, suna.”

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[liyawritesss]

ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

Characters: Spider-Verse!Hobart “Hobie” Brown [Spider-Punk] x Black!Fem!College!Reader

Type: Drabble

Word Count: 1.4k

Synopsis: Hobie’s got a habit of letting himself into your dorm room. Thankfully, you’ve got your own suite, and tonight isn’t any different.

Warnings: cursing, very very horrible british accent & slang I apologize in advance/please teach me better, brief nudity (he’s taking a shower chill you horndogs), I perceive Hobie to be around 18-19.

A/N: Was listening to a 90’s playlist while writing this so yeah there’s a couple of 90’s songs references in here.

Song Suggestions: “comfortable” by H.E.R., “So Into You” by Tamia, “Brown Skin Lady” by Black Star, “I Wanna Be Down” by Brandy, “Be Happy” by Mary J. Blige

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Hobie can see the pretty lavender color seeping from your window about a block out from your dorm building. It’s the color you use to signify that your window is open for him to come through, and he has to admit, in times like these, he’s glad that the both of you decided on the bright, pastel-like hue that shines from your LED strip lights.

To say the hero was tired as an understatement. His body was screaming for rest; has been for the past week. But one can’t rest in the face of oppression, and Hobie Brown never turned down any action that would cause unease and unrest for the elitist politicians of his society - and neither did Spider-Punk.

Said action was the reason why Hobie hadn’t gotten proper rest or taken care of himself like he knew you’d want him to in the past week. He normally didn’t care for the repercussions his actions would have on himself, always telling himself that it was a risk well worth since it brung him and his people closer and closer to the freedom they desired, no matter how small the steps were.

However, upon meeting you, and subsequently falling for you, and subsequently taking on the label as your partner, he’d come to understand that you just wouldn’t have any of that. Although begrudgingly at first, Hobie began to take your advice and constant nagging on taking care of himself better, but now it had gotten to the point where he simply couldn’t do those mundane tasks of self care without you. Even sleeping became hard without you, or at least, something that reminded him of your presence.

Hence why he was swinging from building to building to reach your dorm hall, because while Hobie wasn’t in the right mind to admit it to himself, he was in need of your love and care, and only you could ease him in the way he needed.

He hangs off the wall as he gazes into your single suite dorm, the muffled melody of Mary J. Blige’s “Be Happy” reverberating through his body. You’re doing a little dance in your desk chair, pretty hair wrapped up in a headscarf, the maroon hoodie you had on swamping your upper body. You had a writing utensil in hand, and with the books opened on your desk, it appeared like you were doing assignments for class. Hobie smiles to himself under his mask, wondering how he ended up with such a smart and intellectual person like yourself.

He has no problem raising up the window and slipping inside, his practiced movements quiet and agile as he pads across your hardwood floors. He pulls the mask from his head, freeing his face and wicks from the stretchy material, taking a deep breath. Your room smells like home, traces of lavender sage trailing in the air, and he can feel the headache that had been plaguing him for the longest finally begin to subside.

Hobie begins to search through your drawers, trying to find the stash of clothes you insisted on him keeping at your place since the first few times he’d crashed there. In the midst of doing so, he feels a pair of arms trail around his midsection, and not long after, your voice floats to his ears.

“I love how you never look in the bottom drawer,” you say with a teasing lilt in your voice, “y’know, where your clothes have always been.”

“Hello to you, too, pretty.”

Hobie allows himself to be shooed off to the shower, as you tell him you’ll worry about getting his clothes and some food together, He can’t resist the lopsided grin that spreads across his lips as he follows your orders. The hot water against his sore muscles and stinging scratches and other injuries feels like heaven, and when he emerges from the bathroom, he smells like it, too. The lavender body wash is his favorite out of your collection, and he chuckles when he sees you’ve got two tall bottles of it stored under your bathroom rink, almost anticipating that he’d use it anyway. He loves how well you know him.

Hobie dresses in the gray sweatpants you left out for him, opting to remain shirtless for the comfort of it. Definitely not to see your flustered face as you walk back in your room to him sitting on the edge of your bed, ready to be taken care of.

When you walk back in, the song on your speaker switches to the easy one-two step tempo of Brandy’s “I Wanna Be Down”, a container of food in one hand and a first aid kit in the other. “Tell me where the knicks are.” You say, setting the food down on your nightstand, and Hobie proceeds to show you the various scratches and bruises on his body that desire your gentle touch and attention.

They’re not so bad, which is surprising considering how wild and reckless Hobie usually is, so you figure some ointment and muscle cream for the soreness will help for the night. Calloused hands hold the container of food that you’ve so graciously warmed up for him, and as he eats, you encourage him to talk about his day.

“Bloody prick wouldn’t shut up,” he grunts after a few bites of food, and you assume the ‘prick’ he’s referring to is one of the members of the local government that, for lack of better words, did not have the support of the younger generation when it came to his reign in office, “wan’ed to knock his head off his shoulders so bad. King dick arsehole.”

You laugh at his choice of words, and it's the best sound he’s heard all week.

He’s done eating faster than what he anticipated and with the food in his system, his body begins to feel more heavy, the exhaustion beginning to seep deep into his bones and become visible on his face. Your heart swells at the sight, his lidded eyes and slight head-nodding to your music more than enough to tell you just how tired Hobie was. 

You take the empty container and place it on your dresser, taking Hobie’s head into your hand and pressing gentle kisses against his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids, his lips. He all but relishes in the feeling, each peck of your lips leaving a burst of comfort in his wake, and it causes him to nearly melt in your hold. His large hands make their way up your biker shorts, riding up your thighs into the crevice of where your pelvis and thighs met, and under your hoodie to feel the warmth of your bare skin. You stand in between his legs here, though Hobie decides that this isn’t close enough, and reaches to the back of your thighs to pull you onto his lap.

It quickly becomes addicting, the feeling of your lips on his face and your skin under his hands. It’s not long until you’re laying on your back and Hobie is settled between your legs, his head tucked into the crevice of your neck, his upper body resting almost completely on top of your own. One large hand rests on the curve of your ass, the other is under your hoodie, resting on the side of your ribcage, thumb subtly swiping under the curve of your breast.

Your touch brings him just as much comfort as just the simple skin-to-skin contact he enacts on his own. One hand roams the surface of his back, tracing figures into the dark skin littered with even darker blemishes and scars. The other rests at the nape of his neck, holding him close as you continue your kissing assault on the punk-alt boy. Hobie sighs into your neck when he hears you begin to hum the tune of the new song playing. Even though you’re barely above a whisper, he hears you clearly and the wave of comfort that floods his form is indescribable.

It doesn’t take long before his breaths start to even out, and the weight of his body begins to sink into your own. Pressing one final kiss into the crown of his head as “Brown Skin Lady” begins to fade down into a low hum, thanks to you turning down the volume through your phone. With Hobie fast asleep, it leaves you no choice but to your own slumber. It’s not like you can go back to your homework, after all.

[nellandvoid]

DIMENSION 46*| aka FIND ME AT THE HEIGHT OF NOON ‘VERSE

Profile Name: Stanford Filbrick Pines

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sorry for the dramatic introduction, but i had to get your attention somehow!

meet the first of four main players for the “find me at the height of noon” verse! of course i had to start with the man the myth the moron ford pines, but also his appearance changes are much more obvious than the others so it would be easy to show that there’s some tweaks here and there between the main universe and this one by drawing him first :)

my biggest gripe was figuring out a way to change his design enough to make it obvious without changing everything about him, but i think i managed to find a pretty good balance. i mainly based his overall design on this promo art by sage cotugno, which is also where i got the idea for slightly tanner skin and lighter hair (also when he says "slightly", he means it - he has more consistent meals and runs and. that's it)

he’s been a pain in my ass to figure out as i was designing him, but i’ve had to take several breaks while drawing cause i was getting overwhelmed by cuteness aggression so i think it worked out in the end!!

now enough design rambling, applicable lore rambling is below the cut:

in dimension 46*| (46-asterisk-vbar), everything up until ford's second year at backupsmore is identical to the main universe, which is when a girl in his astrophysics class asks him to be her study buddy. they become typically college-class friends, where they do their homework and studying together, but don't really talk all that much outside of class. he doesn't think they have that much in common anyway: she's a cheerleader for the backupsmore underdogs and an education studies major, and he's, well, him.

after their final (which she passes, thanks to his help) ford doesn't really see her outside of football season, despite their campus not being very big. and, by the time he graduates and moves to gravity falls to study its anomalies, he let go of any expectation to run into her again and all but forgot about her.

until an expedition takes him to the multi-bears cave, and she nearly hurls an axe between his eyes.

also, as an aside, this is the same universe where stan listened to ford in 1982 and took journal #1 with him, and where ford founded the institute of oddology in gravity falls. he's very proud of the work he's done in his field, and is more than willing to answer every question you might have on his life before, during, and after he established the institute. everything, that is, except for the orosco daycare and learning center located in his old residence that marks the beginning of his career.

after all, when a portal has been opened, someone must go though.

[the-coffee-fandom]

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Hanahaki Hours

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Calendar by @the-coffee-fandom and inspired and encouraged by @boldlyanxious. Day Eight inspired by and dedicated to @tree-reads.

Welcome back to Hanahaki Hours! Hosted in the month known for its showers bringing flowers: May!

A week dedicated to a popular trope, Hanahaki Disease, which came along August 9th, 2008. It's a fictional disease in which a character coughs up flowers which grow inside them from unrequited love (or other creative interpretation).

How you use the prompts is up to your own creative interpretation! You can use the quotes, flowers, word, or all of them! Do one day, do the entire week, do a poem, a piece of art, drabbles and incorrect quotes, or even just a quick doodle. Have fun with it!

Need inspiration? Don't feel like researching flowers? Flower Symbolism has been premade! Slightly different from last years! Click here for the full list or click here for a master list if you only want one specific flower!

Open to any fandom, ship, pairing, or otherwise to use!

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Remember that if the days don't match your schedule, you can do these at any time! Collection stays open and prompts are always available!

Written out prompts below the cut!

May 7th:

Quote: "We don't all have happy endings."

Flower: Poppy

Word: Revival

May 8th:

Quote: "I'd like to stay here. With you."

Flower: Daisy

Word: Pastel

May 9th:

Quote: "Don't you think it's time to stop?"

Flower: Forget Me Not

Word: Fade

May 10th:

Quote: "They're my home."

Flower: Sage

Word: Keep

May 11th:

Quote: "If you leave now... that's it, you know."

Flower: Wolf's Bane

Word: Verse

May 12th:

Quote: "It's morning."

Flower: Avens

Word: Ice

May 13th:

Quote: "Cut it."

Flower: Peony

Word: Catch

Substitutes:

Quote 1: "I've never seen anything as beautiful as your eyes."

Quote 2: "I want to hear pretty lies."

Flower 1: Orchid

Flower 2: Narcissus

Word 1: Venom

Word 2: Arrival

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2023

[mojogojocasahouse]

indecent proposals

Pairing: Alhaitham x Kaveh

The Grand Sage of the Akademiya is being fucked absolutely stupid by the Light of Kshahrewar. If only all of the people beneath them right now knew what was happening. 

c: masturbation, face fucking, anal fingering, anal sex, top kaveh/bottom alhaitham, implied verse kaveh/alhaitham, sex in the Grand Sage's office, needy alhaitham, porn without plot

18+ only

“Kaveh…” 

The name slipped from his lips like a prayer. Alhaitham was holed up in his current, temporary office–that of the Grand Sage–his cock tight in his grip, teeth gnashed and sweat dripping down his temple. An early morning had gotten him off on the wrong foot, the sight of his “roommate” sprawled across the bed they shared amidst silky sheets still seared into his head. The rising sun filtering through the gauzy curtains had set Kaveh’s porcelain skin aglow, his blond hair mussed around his face both from sleep and Alhaitham’s fingers in their activities the night before.

He’d had to resist nipping at the curve of Kaveh’s neck and pulling the smaller man’s pliant body flush against his chest, because the second sleepy fingers instinctively entwined with his he’d simply have forgotten his duties and responsibilities all together. Sort of like he was now.

“Kaveh…” he whines again, frustration growing, no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t replicate the feeling of the architect exploring his body like he’d designed it himself.

“What’s this?” a familiar lilt sings out and Alhaitham’s eyes snap open, “Miss me that much already?”

Busted.

“And to think I thought you’d had your fill last night,” Kaveh continues as he saunters closer to the desk, casting Mehrak aside and unclasping the brooch at his neck.

Alhaitham watches as the red cape falls to the floor, mortified and so fucking turned on his tongue is paralyzed. His gaze is transfixed as Kaveh approaches, spins the large chair Alhaitham is slumped over in, and drops to his knees.

“Don’t mess my hair up,” Kaveh warns as he pushes his blond tresses to one side, “I’m meeting a client in an hour.”

As much as Alhaitham hates this job, he’s never been more grateful for the seclusion of its office. Kaveh bats at the Acting Grand Sage’s hand, quickly replacing the grip of a fist with the warm, wet heat of his throat. Alhaitham forgets the previous instruction and takes two fists of soft, silky hair, pushing his cock deeper and burying Kaveh’s nose in the thatch of course, silver curls at his base. His growling moan echoes off the walls, head falling back in bliss as he feels Kaveh ignoring the urge to gag, if he had any wits about him at all he’d praise Kaveh just the way he likes. But all he can think about is how good it feels every time Kaveh’s body fights at his intrusion.

He’s hit with a scolding swat to his thigh, Kaveh’s ruby irises glaring up at him for disobeying the one rule he’d set forth, refusing to move before Alhaitham removes his iron grip. But Alhaitham is too far gone, all he can think about is holding his frenemy turned roommate turned lover in place and thrusting down his gullet until the wet sounds of his dick bruising Kaveh’s throat drowns out his own pathetic mewling. He’s well aware he’ll be paying for it sooner rather than later, the fury in those fiery eyes warning him. It’s too bad for Kaveh that it’s his rage Alhaitham wants. 

“Just behave yourself,” Alhaitham snaps as he stands, keeping himself sheathed and then using his newfound leverage, “I’ll fix your hair for you after.”

There’s no use in Kaveh worrying about his hair when he’s dripping with his own spit anyway. His chin and chest are soaked, saliva and precum bubbling at the corners of his mouth. It’s so lewd and obscene it has Alhaitham’s balls drawing upwards and his pace picking up, Kaveh’s nails digging into the tight black fabric of Alhaitham’s pants as he settles in for the onslaught. Alhaitham is so close his skin prickles, air burning as he forces it into his lungs, and he’s left having to make a quick decision if he’d rather come down Kaveh’s throat or during Kaveh’s attempt at retaliation.

A decision is made for him when Kaveh reaches up and cups his balls, massaging as he laves his tongue out when Althaitham slows in his deliberations. Alhaitham hisses in approval, slamming his hips back in and spurting hot, thick ropes down as deep as he can get them. Kaveh doesn’t even bat an eye, not so much as a flinch as he swallows down every drop. 

“I had one request!” 

Unfortunately, Kaveh’s nonchalance to what had just transpired leaves him of sound mind, and as soon as Alhaitham frees his mouth, he’s scolding. 

“I said don’t mess up my hair! And what do you do seconds later…”

Here comes the part Alhaitham was craving, needing. It doesn’t happen often, but today it’s exactly what he wants. Despite how small in stature Kaveh is, he’s got enough strength to manhandle Alhaitham, aided by the larger man’s cooperation. Paper sticks to Alhaitham’s sweat-dampened cheek as he’s bent over the desk, a slew of research proposals he was supposed to have been reviewing instead of fantasizing about the man shoving both of their pants down and kicking Alhaitham’s feet into a wider stance. He should be signing documents with the pens Kaveh is currently throwing around in a drawer searching for the small bottle of lubricant he knows Alhaitham keeps there just in case. His mind should be mulling over which scholars were worthy of his approval, not begging silently for something to just fill him up already. 

Cool, slick fingers press against Alhaitham’s hole, Kaveh’s touch incapable of being rough even when he’s mad. 

“Is this what you want?” Kaveh asks, skepticism laced in his tone.

“Yes,” Alhaitham assures, his entrance clenching around nothing but anticipation. 

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

“Just fuck me, Kaveh.”

They can talk about it later. It’s not like it’s a big deal anyway, Alhaitham just wants to let his brain go quiet, and taking all Kaveh has to give feels like the perfect solution. But there’s caution in Kaveh’s motions now, those lithe fingers massaging the puckered ring at a pace that’s just too slow. 

A feral snarl rips from Alhaitham’s chest, the small bottle of lube that had been set on the desk within reach. He coats his own fingers, nudging Kaveh out of the way and sinking his middle digit into himself. 

“Hey!” Kaveh protests, but he does nothing to stop Alhaitham as he works his hole open. That’s fine, he can enjoy watching. 

Two palms spread Alhaitham’s cheeks when he adds a second finger, scissoring himself loose enough to fit a third under Kaveh’s watchful, reverent gaze. The Scribe’s eyes flit between the architect’s face and the way he was lazily fisting his cock, flushed red and pearling at the tip. The pink tint of arousal on his skin in that deep V cut shirt contrasts beautifully with the flowing white fabric, and it’s a shame Alhaitham is above begging because he can’t reach as deep as he wants to—needs to—but the sight of Kaveh practically panting watching Alhaitham finger his own ass urges him to continue for a least a few moments longer. 

“I’m ready,” Alhaitham groans as frustration burns deep in his belly, “Or are you just going to stand there?”

“Pardon me for enjoying the show,” Kaveh replies, roughly pinning Alhaitham’s wrist to the small of his back.

After gently pushing the head through the tight barrier and giving Althaitham a moment to adjust, Kaveh pushes himself in to the hilt. A slight punishment, no doubt, but one that has Alhaitham crying out in relief. Kaveh is built long and thin everywhere, and every thrust has his dick carving its way to where Alhaitham needs him most. The blonde mewls and whimpers unrestrained; Alhaitham has always loved that about him, his ability to project his bliss so openly and without shame. It’s something Alhaitham is still working on, but when the head of Kaveh’s shaft kisses his prostate, his own low-pitched whines mingle in the air with his lover’s. 

“Right there,” Alhaitham moans, Kaveh somehow getting deeper so more of his cock drags along the sensitive bundle of nerves, “Kaveh…”

“I know, I know,” Kaveh soothes, his voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Harder…”

With his free hand, Kaveh yanks Alhaitham’s back flush with his chest by a fistful of hair, the new position sending sparks flying behind Alhaitham’s eyes. His wrist is finally released, only for the hand that had restrained him to move to his cock, already hard and weeping once again. 

It’s like Kaveh is splitting him open from this angle, he can feel every inch dragging in and out of his ass, each thrust of Kaveh’s hips rippling up his spine and searing out all the way into his fingertips. The hand around his shaft pumps in perfect synchrony with the battering his prostate is taking, leaving Alhaitham nothing but a babbling, incoherent mess. He can’t form a single word on his tongue, nor can he control the symphony of pathetic sounds falling from his mouth, slackened jaw and all.

The Grand Sage of the Akademiya is being fucked absolutely stupid by the Light of Kshahrewar. If only all of the people beneath them right now knew what was happening. 

Alhaitham wants to collapse forward, but Kaveh is holding his boneless, slack body in place as he ruts mercilessly into warm, wet heat, Alhaitham is going to be feeling him for hours. It’ll be just as intended. Kaveh’s taken to swirling his thumb through the sticky mess shining on the head of Alhaitham’s cock, his teeth grazing over the shell of Alhaitham’s ears. Kaveh is the only thing Alhaitham can focus on; the slight floral scent that clings to his skin, his hot breath against his neck, how he’s filled almost to the point of breaking, and the heat blossoming in his gut is nothing but a euphoric culmination of it all.

“You feel so good,” Kaveh purrs, “I want you to come for me. Come on my cock, Haitham.”

It’s not in Alhaitham’s power to disobey. Kaveh’s palm is there to capture his prize, white hot and thick, allowing Alhaitham to limply fall back onto his desk, panting and shivering from overstimulation and exertion. The architect begins gliding his fist over the Scribe’s softening cock, lubricated by Alhaitham’s own spend, the shock of it tensing his body much to Kaveh’s delight. A debauched cry falls from the blonde’s mouth as Alhaitham begins to squirm in an attempt to ease the burning, but Kaveh’s hold is unforgiving.

“S’too much!” Alhaitham cries, Kaveh’s shaft still battering into his now-gaping hole, “Kaveh…”

“You should see yourself,” Kaveh pants, his eyes locked on Alhaitham’s reddened rim stretched around his dick, “So, so beautiful.”

Beautiful? He feels disgusting. He’s coated in his own cum and sweat, clothes sticking to his searing skin uncomfortably, Kaveh still bullying his way into his guts–disgusting, but satisfied. So, so satisfied. He knows Kaveh’s close when both hands grip his hips hard enough to bruise, purple marks he’ll marvel at in the mirror later this evening, his senior’s pace picking up while his head falls back in bliss. 

“Inside?” Kaveh asks in a raspy tone, and all Alhaitham can do is nod.

A wretching cry of his name fills the entire room, Kaveh painting Alhaitham’s insides with ropes of cum, his cock fucking it deep into the silver-haired man’s stomach. He’ll be feeling it the rest of the day, reminding him of the man waiting at home for him. When Kaveh pulls out, Alhaitham groans at the loss, but sighs in relief as featherlight kisses press to each of his burning asscheeks. He winces when the cool air hits his skin, Kaveh’s light affections enough to keep the discomfort bearable.

“Thank you,” Alhaitham sighs, Kaveh laughing against his skin before standing and pulling Alhaitham’s pants back into place and then fixing his own, “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Oh…” Kaveh titters as Alhaitham holds to his word, spinning to begin fixing the braid and clips adorning soft blonde hair, “I…forgot my key again.”

A mess of sweat-soaked silver hair falls to the shoulder in front of him. Some things never change.

Masterlist

[quitealotofsodapop]

HC that the Celestial Realm in Lego Monkie Kid-verse doesn't exactly have a "One Day Here = 1 Year on Earth" time dilation problem, but it feels like it.

Super long days and nights. Like a planet with a differing orbital period/day length.

And like how a casino doesn't have clocks so gamblers stay longer - It's so heavenly and distracting that it's very easy for someone not paying attention (like a very exicitable monkey/stablehand/orchard-attendant) to loose track of how much time is passing. And most don't care or notice cus the wine and peaches makes them not age as fast.

In the book; Wukong's monkey buds/the Stalwarts outright tell him that he's spent 10 years as a stablehand while it felt like only a few days for him. Apparently 1 Celestial Day equals 1 Solar Year - making a day in Heaven last over 8760 Earth Hours.

And after SWK gets back from his Havoc in Heaven?:

"The great sage smiled and said, I remember only half a year, how can you talk about a hundred years?"

Wukong only thinks half a year has past, while on earth it's been a century. It's very likely that just being in the Celestial Realm messes with your ability to percieve time. It also brings up the scary thought of Wukong honestly not knowing how much time passed on earth while he was working in the palace, while his Brotherhood buddies were on Earth wondering what was taking him so long.

Also the novel doesn't specifiy if the 49 Days in the Furnace were Earth Days or Celestial Days. So either Laozi/Lao Tzu was keeping earth time for his equipment (likely as he's an alchemist), or SWK was legit cooking for 49 earth years.

It also explains why the Monkie Kid gang were able to go in and out of the Celestial Realm during the S2 opener and still make it back in time for New Years. They had a mission in mind and weren't chilling around. Though it would have been an interesting conflict if the gang were forced to keep track of regular earth-time each time they were in the Celestial Realm.

That and I can imagine a modern day person used to alarms, phone clocks, and a decent knowledge of how the moon works, would be a lot more conscious of the time passing than say someone from a pre-industrial background.

I would like to thank @journeytothewestresearch for their article on how approximately old Sun Wukong is in the novel.

[currymanganese]

Here's another Sydcarmy song guys, 'Ajai Finale', it's used in Season 1 Episode 2 when Syd approaches Carmy with a business plan and COGS breakdown for revitalizing The Beef, which he brushes off initially. The spoken word intro of the song is not included in the episode, but it mentions a minor domestic dispute between the song's clothing obsessed protagonist (Carmy and his denim collection ring a bell anyone?) and his WIFE:

The full lyrics to the song are below, but the line that stood out to me most was,

"At my wife's business meeting and I'm showing them rap..." which plays as Syd enters the office with the COGS....

So.......This could just be me, but the next time the showrunners say Syd and Carmy are meant to be platonic I will just laugh and go about my day! 🥴

Lyrics from here:

[Intro Serengeti]

So at the Black Caucus Dinner, Dr. Mitchell is talking to Ajai about the reduction of drug costs, making it mandatory for federally qualified health centers to accept Medicaid

And then Ajai opens his phone and shows him the Doernbecher 8s,  and asks him, "Have you ever won a shoe lottery?"

Looks to his left and talks to Dr. MacKenzie also and asks him, has he ever won a shoe lottery?

Pro-shoppers guided by a website, Ajai is crazy to his wife. She knows that once a special ringer buzzes, Ajai is off. She knows there's no work emergency. She looks in the trunk in hope that the bags won't be there or a cedar closet in the basement

He holds up the entire line in security. Sprawls out his gown, and it won't fit inside the TSA body scanner. His wife, who's already at the gate, texts him his flight has left. She's furious, she's holding back tears. He texts "wa-wha-ha-jaaa-ha, did we put the extension poncho hanger in your bag or mine?"

Frustrated wife, kicking and banging on the master bathroom door, "Ajai, please honey, we're gonna be late, we're gonna miss the flight, you look fine, you look fine Ajai, you look fine, you look fine Ajai." "Uhhu," Ajai muffled through the bathroom door, "We have plenty of time, you don't need two hours for a domestic flight. Oh, who the heck is flying to Cleveland anyway?" Wife sighs, "He's such a weirdo." Twenty minutes later Ajai exits. "Oh sorry babe, I couldn't find my gloves. Uh, are you ready to go? Why are you crying?"

[Verse: Serengeti]

But I should be good

I see the Benetton green

They've been gone for minute

This collab is a dream

Grey Poupon had a thing

Eating meals in a car

It made you feel a certain way

When you held that jar

That's what I can achieve

I feel the same about drops

I feel a bit rare in the shoes and the watch

Or those Preston socks

Or that just don hat

At my wife's business meeting and I'm showing them rap

Question, "you seen this?"

Question, "you seen that?"

Cuz there's questions 'bout the culture that just ain't facts

Some people are cows and they sit and they graze

I'm like a hummingbird cause I'm simply amazed

We're all on earth just bidding our time

Some people like to read, some people like wine

Some people like both

I love my wife and my coat

Balenciaga trench angled words and my tote

I like to move to the rhythm cause I'm feeling engaged

If I chose a colorway, it'd be purple and sage

I like to chill on the yacht, talk to the people at drops

About the top ten cops they surprised that they got

Cause I got a spot

Number one on the list

It had to be the Abloh Five I thought that I missed

Cause I had alarms set

When I woke it was dead

That's the last time I sleep with my phone in my bed

So when I awoke, I put my hand in my fist

And I looked in the mirror, and said "you can do this"

In all of my years, I never wore those shoes

The Abloh 1s that had me confused

Cause I bought them online, but they never came

Store-side mix up and the address changed

And it wasn't my fault, and they settled me straight

Just a half size bigger; whoever got them felt great

And I think about that

If one day at the door

A delivery came and the Abloh 4

That I didn't expect

What the hell would I do?

Who even knows if

They knew the scope of the shoe?

So today I wore those

And take them outside

First time they hit the ground

So now they alive

And now I'm near the spot

6 blocks away

It's already gettin' a little crowded hours passed on drop day

I said to myself

"The fives will be mine"

Ones so bright

People sayin' they blind

I relaxed and I stop to get tea

Fella says "Yo, it's me"

[badnikbreaker]

He fidgets with the bracelet beneath 'pon his wrist, freed of his glove / Light Gaia’s bracelet / CHIP’S BRACELET.  It’s a selfish thought — at least Chip left him something to hold onto as he grieved.  But Sage...all he has are his memories, and those, he’s increasingly learning, are half - gone at best.  “Poor kid...”

[tup-ika-5385]

Knockout Ch. 22:

Chapter Summary:

Time is running out while Fives, Tup, Dogma, Rex, Fox, and the others report to the jedi about the inhibitor chips and try to find a solution to help their vode.

Chapter 22: Shatter

Trailing after General Windu in the early morning light, Tup, Fives, Hardcase, and the others wandered further into the Jedi Temple’s quiet hallways— a sharp contrast from Coruscant’s constant noise. 

The meditation room was unremarkable, at least compared to the high vaulted ceilings, thousand-year old mosaics, and other monuments to an earlier age that still had Tup’s head spinning. But when General Windu paused in front of the door, opening it with a wave of his hand and moving to select a well-worn mug from a low table nearby and fill it with caf, Tup knew this was where they’d give their report to the Jedi— once General Windu was awake enough to hear it, at least. 

“I thought the debriefing room for the Jedi Shadows would be more… y’know, shadowy.” Tup commented, walking alongside Fives and Hardcase as they stepped into the unmarked meditation room. 

“See, that’s just what someone would say if they were trying to infiltrate the Jedi Shadows!” Fives responded, nodding sagely. “But— if they hide the Jedi Shadows in plain sight, say in a brightly-lit meditation room— nobody would expect it!” Fives rubbed his chin in thought, looking vaguely reminiscent of General Kenobi.

“Ohh…That’s pretty smart! I never would’ve thought of that” Tup exclaimed, nodding in thanks at Fives’ explanation before looking around at the new space.

“Exactly!” Hardcase grinned, having listened to Fives’ and Tup’s commentary. Elbowing Fives as he entered the room, Hardcase chuckled. “Told ya Jedi were mind-readers, vod!”

General Windu was the one to respond, now fully-caffeinated and ready to hear their report. “One doesn’t need to be a mind-reader to engage in subterfuge, troopers. Only predict others’ expectations and respond accordingly.” He offered a mug to Commander Fox as well, who accepted it with practiced ease— almost like they’d done this before. Which, they probably had, now that Tup was thinking about it.

Taking a seat at one of the circular platforms, General Windu left the others to awkwardly shuffle in around him, unsure if they were allowed to sit down for a formal briefing. After all, only Rex– and Fox, apparently– had ever entered the Jedi temple before, and none of them were well-versed in natborn customs.

Commander Fox answered that question by taking a seat on the platform adjacent to General Windu’s. This was followed by an order from General Windu to “stand easy.” The command was a notch down from even the “at ease” that General Skywalker tended to use when he wanted them to relax, so the small group hesitantly took a seat on the various meditation platforms in the room before turning to face General Windu.

Dogma had gone with the injured troopers, still a little jumpy around unfamiliar lightsabers and feeling responsible for them as the squad’s remaining medic, but Tup wished for a moment that his batchmate was here with them. After all, it was Dogma who first noticed that he was feeling off, when everything first started; Dogma who had scanned for the chip, making sure he stayed in one piece even when everything else was falling apart.

But as they continued their briefing, Tup found himself grateful that Dogma had chosen to step out for this one. General Windu was a good General– all his battle plans were well-thought out, and he had lower casualty counts than most Jedi Generals, but his unerringly sharp gaze couldn’t help but send a chill down Tup’s spine— like he was standing next to a shield generator, close enough to make his hair stand on end. General Skywalker tried to hide it most of the time, but some Jedi just exuded power in a way that Tup couldn’t explain, and General Windu was definitely one of them.

He seemed to be better at keeping an even temper, at least, but Tup could swear that he saw the General’s eyebrow twitch when they told him about the Kaminoan’s betrayal, and a nod of sympathy when Hardcase struggled through the explanation of Kix’s loss. But the General stayed quiet throughout, listening to their debriefing patiently with the occasional question, but he held his peace even when it wasn’t quite as formal as it should have been. 

Finally, when they had finished, General Windu spoke. “So, you’re saying that every clone has an inhibitor chip implanted in their heads by the Kaminoans, who have apparently been working with the Separatists since the start of the war— and that the activation of these chips could systematically dismantle the entire republic from the inside.”

“Yes, sir.” Fives responded gravely, and Tup swallowed thickly. When it was all laid out like that, they could see just how bad it was. 

“What methods have you used to deactivate the chips?” General Windu asked. “You said surgery was an effective means of removing them?”

Fives was the one to respond this time. “Yessir. Tup’s was removed once it started going haywire, and Commander Wolffe reported no negative side-effects after his own surgery. He’s the only one who had it activated before being removed, but we’ve all had ours removed as well, minus Captain Rex. Although…” Fives trailed off, lost in thought. 

“What is it, trooper?”

“Dogma received an order without his chip activating.” Tup interjected, remembering what the 104th’s CMO had said when he’d removed their chips. “Apparently his was missing some key components.” He explained while Hardcase nodded in agreement, earning a look of intrigue from General Windu.  

“Dogma has the remaining chips in his medkit for analysis in medical. We should check back with him, and see how the other troopers are doing.” Rex spoke up finally, anxious to return to his injured troopers.

General Windu nodded, also wanting to get a better look at these inhibitor chips. “I’ll lead the way.”

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Jesse was difficult to watch.

He’d woken up only a little before they’d joined Dogma in medbay, and when he wasn’t struggling against his restraints, the ARC eyes were searching every corner of the isolation ward he’d been placed in. If not for the Jedi healers’ ability to sense warnings in the force, Jesse likely would’ve already escaped, and through the one-way glass, Tup could see where the ARC’s skin blanched as he pressed against the padded restraints. 

“Why isn’t he sedated already?” Captain Rex asked, and Tup had to agree. Keeping Jesse awake and restrained sounded cruel. 

A Jedi Healer had already been in the room with Dogma when they had joined him, a Mon Calamari with a calm demeanor. According to her name tag, she specialized in neurology, and Tup couldn’t help but feel at-ease when she nodded at them in greeting.

“We attempted sedation, but he refused. Unless a patient is unconscious or otherwise unable to provide consent, we must respect their decisions.” Jedi Healer Bant replied, sounding apologetic but firm, and Tup’s estimation of the other Jedi went up in his mind. 

Consent was a new concept to the clones, even though their Jedi Generals tried to encourage it. Even some medics occasionally forgot at-times, having internalized the Kaminoan’s training and insistence on seeing them as products instead of people. And in the heat of battle, it was hard to ask for consent over the ringing of blasterfire. But…

“...Is he able to provide consent?” Tup wondered aloud, saying what they all were thinking. Jesse was definitely acting differently than he usually would.

“Have you been briefed on this trooper’s situation?” General Windu interjected, to which Healer Bant nodded. “We have been trying to determine the extent of Lieutenant Jesse’s cognitive changes, and I admit that I’ve been having trouble. His force signature is dimmed compared to most, but it’s difficult to pinpoint just how much of his autonomy is impacted, especially because I’ve never met him before today.”

At that, General Windu’s gaze lightened and he offered, “Perhaps I could be of some assistance.”

“Sir?” Captain Rex questioned, and Tup wasn’t an expert, but most medics required training, and he assumed that Jedi medics were the same. How could General Windu help when Healer Bant couldn’t?

Sensing their confusion, Healer Bant explained. “Master Windu has the ability to see shatterpoints in the force in order to better direct his focus and dueling skills. Yes, that would be most welcome.” She responded, turning to General Windu with the last part. 

They waited on pins and needles as the General closed his eyes, eyebrows furrowing as he focused on Jesse. 

“It’s strange,” General Windu commented after a long moment. “I can sense the usual shatterpoints I would find in a humanoid life form– the heart, the brain– but there’s almost a sense of double-vision with a shatterpoint right here.” He motioned to his own right temple, earning a look of shock from the surrounding troopers.

“And us?” Dogma interrupted, pushing aside his trepidation at addressing a Jedi General directly, but he had to know.

Windu closed his eyes again for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t sense it.”

“Not at all, sir? Rex still has his in.” Fives interjected, and General Windu shook his head again.

“Your minds are loud– chaotic and clouded, much like any other strong-willed individual, regardless of force sensitivity. Jesse’s mind is… quiet. Sensing the disturbance in him is… easier. Perhaps in sleep, I could sense the difference.”

“General Vos could do it.” Commander Fox said, sounding smug as he crossed his arms, and General Windu looked almost amused at the comment before moving on.

 “What of the remaining inhibitor chips?” The General asked, turning back to Dogma who flinched instinctively at being addressed before motioning towards a nearby tray table.

“Here, sir.”

Another moment was spent analyzing the chips before General Windu pointed at two in particular. “This was yours?” He asked Tup, who nodded after glancing at his own chip, concealing a shudder. He still couldn’t believe that had been rotting away inside his head.

“And this one?” General Windu asked, pointing to another that looked indistinguishable from the others to the naked eye, but Dogma nodded in affirmation. “Mine, sir.”

“Trooper Tup’s inhibitor chip and yours were both lacking the shatterpoint in all the others, one because it already went off, and one because it lacked one in the first place.”

With General Windu focusing again on the remaining chips, the troopers went quiet as the room’s pressure increased, and then with an almost audible pop, it dissipated at the same time that Windu’s hand twitched, skin turning more ashen than before.

Healer Bant, who had been looking at the readout for the inhibitor chips, turned sharply to look at General Windu. “What did you do?”

Windu raised his hands placatingly, color already returning, although he still looked like he could use another strong cup of kaff. “I attempted to disentangle the shatterpoint inside one of the chips.” 

“You’re only a week recovered from that last bout of force-exhaustion, Master Windu.” She responded reproachfully.

“And I did not break any restrictions, seeing as they were removed three days ago.” He responded placatingly, earning an unamused look from the healer before she returned to her datapad once she was sure that he wouldn’t keel over in a dead faint. 

“Well, whatever you did, this one is no longer conducting an electrical signal.” She commented, pointing to one of the chips on her readout, and all the clones rushed forward to look.

General Windu looked almost pleased at that, nodding in satisfaction.

“What exactly are you targeting when you do your force shattering?” Fives spoke up, curious as the General turned to the next inhibitor chip, focus renewed.

Eyes still closed, Windu responded. “I am finding the weak points in a system’s makeup. But in this case, I have to be careful to focus on the inorganic components of the chips. All life forms have midichlorians, which can also be a marker of force-sensitivity, but in this case, I’m using them to determine what’s living and what’s not.”

“Are you able to replicate it inside a trooper?” This time, it was Rex who spoke up.

General Windu paused, thinking it over for a moment. “Not while they’re awake… but sleeping, it would be possible, although not at the scale required.”

“But what you’re doing is just separating the organic from the inorganic, right?” Fives started pacing, now deep in thought. “We just need to find something that can attack the chip part of the inhibitor chips without damaging the organic parts.”

Hardcase spoke up, having let the others take the lead until now. “Easier said than done, vod. Scans show that the inorganic components of the chips are all silicon, which can resist pretty high temperatures, so we can’t fry it without frying the surrounding brain tissue. Unless you know of a way to break down a datachip without injuring the rest of the brain, we’re stuck with surgically removing every last chip in the GAR.”

“Actually…” General Windu intervened, looking thoughtful. “On my home planet, Haruun Kal, there is a fungus that metabolizes most silicate products, including most technology. I’m not sure of its long-term effects, but…”

“But it might be worth a shot!” Fives finished, and for the moment, they felt a little more hopeful– at least until Jesse chose that moment to rattle his restraints against the bed rails, letting out a noise of pure rage that sent a shiver up Dogma’s spine.

“You’re all traitors!!!” He roared before slumping against the bed once more.

The room was silent for a long moment after that.

“How’s that comm’s blackout, Fox?” Rex asked, changing the subject after he’d managed to pry his eyes away from his trooper on the other side of the glass. If they were going to help Jesse, they needed time, and it was growing shorter the longer they waited.

“Still running strong for another couple hours.” Fox sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in exhaustion. “We’ll need to figure out what we’re planning on reporting back. If we make the Chancellor wait much longer, heads are going to roll.” 

“What are we going to tell them? We can’t turn Rex in!” Hardcase protested, refusing to lose another brother in this mission, still reeling from Jesse’s outburst.

General Windu spoke up, a sardonic note in his tone. “Captain Rex has been in the Jedi Temple’s Halls of Healing for the past cycle. A patrol found his speeder crashed near the premises, likely a hit-and-run, but he wasn’t wearing his armor, so the Halls were unable to identify him until he woke up approximately an hour ago.”

Tup’s eyes widened as the General continued, and by the end of his explanation, he could almost swear that the General was smiling. “That could work!” 

Commander Fox looked similarly relieved, smirking as he followed General Windu’s suggestion to its logical conclusion. “At any given time, there’s approximately 10,000 troopers on Coruscant’s surface, so it’s nearly impossible to identify a single trooper by looks alone. A common mistake for natborns.”

Commander Fox made a considering noise as he continued to brainstorm. “We’d need to be able to corroborate the story, and Rex doesn’t exactly look fresh out of a speeder crash, but that can be fixed.”

“I’m not going to like this, am I?” Rex sighed, resigned to his fate.

Fives, on the other hand, almost looked excited. “General, any chance we could see a more practical application of that shatterpoint ability of yours? We don’t wanna hurt Rex– just, rough him up a little.” 

General Windu looked almost amused at the comment before turning back to Captain Rex, looking just a little too smug to come off as sympathetic. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

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[neverchecking]

I present to you: Dad Ravio

The whole chain is arguing over who's kid it is. "Well if it has purple eyes it has to be mine!"

"And if it has my nose it's mine!"

So imagine their shock when the baby comes and she has a full head of pitch black hair.

(Side note, baby's a girl. He'd be a girl mom don't argue with me on this)

Sage goes, "I think someone told me once my mom had black hair." Chaos ensues.

It takes a while to get to the correct era. But once once you land there and walk into the house with a baby that looks eerily like him, Ravio's all over you.

He won't let anyone else touch her. He'd use his scarf to make a wrap to carry her around. He'd sing Loruleon lullabies to her as he did paperwork with her to his chest.

And the chain? Oh, they are LIVID. They already had a halfway agreement that they would all raise the baby, no matter who's it was. But Rav wasn't in on that. Because he wasn't even a possible thought in their heads. How could those few nights with him verses DOZENS with them-

But Ravio doesn't seem to care one bit, he wakes up during the night with her, feeds her, bathes her. Everything he should. He falls into place perfectly. How could he not love a mini him?

But when a portal opens up, you don't really know what to do. It eventually comes to the conclusion that you and the baby will go on and will visit when you can. Ravio falls to his knees, begging you not to go, not to take her with you. But you kinda have to. She's still too young to not need her mother. And you have to keep going. You give him a kiss to his head and promise that it won't be long before leaving.

The kid grows into a magic obsessed little heathen. Legend shows her a few magical artifacts one day when she's around four, and it's all downhill from there. Four has to physically keep her away from the foursword. Time has to keep his bag of masks out of reach. And every time you end up back with Ravio, she barades him with questions about Lorule and their magic. And he loves it.

He teaches her phrases in Loruleon. Some things she probably shouldn't be saying at five. But he's her dad, and if he says she can say "Link is a dumbass" then what he says goes.

nofnofnf DAD RAVIO SPREAD THE WORD

Sage going 'Someone told me my mom had black hair." AND WILD JUST GOES 'We had the same mom and no one has ever told me that. Everyone who knew her is DEAD Sage."

So idk if this was something I mentioned on an ask or something I was talking about with Moss or Dree, but Ravio has some control over traveling in Eras. Bc in Hyrule Warriors, he was there (And semi-useless, but come see come sa-). So I imagine should he get impatient, he just...shows up? So maybe he pops up bc where was his Goddess and why do the heroes get to hog her?

And when he does and there's this little baby, black hair and dazzling green eyes? He just knows, then and there, it's his baby. And of course he has a precious baby girl <3

He's immediately taking his baby from anyone that's not you or him, wrapping her in his scarf in a form of a baby wrap. He's using Sheerow to mimic soft background music while he gently mumbles the words, just loud enough for her (and you) to hear.

The chain is pissed. If it was one of theirs, fine. The all had the spirit of courage so in some semblance (With some crazy mental gymnastics) it was all of theirs. But not Ravio's. He wasn't a part of that! How could they think he would even be a possibility?! He was nothing more than a pest. A merchant that happened to be useful to Legend.

Ravio is thrilled. I mean, his baby is his Goddess' kid as well and he is just so thrilled and in love. He loves being a dad and he loves helping Reader.

When said portal does open it is kind of a tense moment. Because you aren't leaving the chain. But you aren't leaving your baby. Ravio is absolutely livid when it comes to this because the Links are just like petulant children. So if they can't have your kids, he can't either?! What kind of faulty logic was that??!

You bet he's showing up all the time though. There are some breaks, bc it takes a lot of magic to jump like he does, but he's always there when his little girl needs him.

The kid is a gremlin. One thousand percent. Between her dad and Legend and all the magic around her, it's no wonder. And she gets into everything there are bag checks every time they move somewhere and should something go missing, she is number one suspect.

He loves teaching her all about Lorule and the language and the magic and the culture.

She curses all the Links out in Loruleon, not bc she wants to but bc her dad said it was a compliment in their language.

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Being In Alignment With God

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ 1 Corinthians 2:5 So that your faith might not rest in the wisdom of men but in the power of God.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ 2 Chronicles 25:14 When Amaziah returned from slaughtering the Edomites, he brought back the gods of the people of Seir. He set them up as his own gods, bowed down to them, and burned sacrifices to them.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM HEEDING HIS VOICE

I AM A MIGHTY WARRIOR

I AM BOWING DOWN TO GOD

I AM JOYFUL

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READ TIME: 8 Minutes and 33 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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    Amaziah was 25 years old, and he reigned in Jerusalem for 29 years; he didn’t do what was right in the sight of God; he did what he wanted, and a lot of us are placed ourselves situations where we don’t do what God wants, we don’t care to be obedient we do whatever we feel is we want to do , but this was like a lot of the kings they didn’t do what was right in God sight. Still, the one thing he did was he went and got the Edomite's god, and he set it up and bowed down to it.

   We get things from people we know, like crystals and sages, and we do what we like because we see other people do it, and we think, why can't I sage my home and wear crystals , because doing this is wrong? Those items don’t bring anything good to our homes; they open doorways and things into our lives.

    When we do this, we start to have activities in our homes we don’t want, like hearing voices and spirits. I have had many people tell me they hear voices and see things, and this was after bringing in crystal or saging the home; we must be careful with what we do and how we do things, and this king didn’t care at all. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he continued in that way

   Verse 7 But a man of God came to him and said, “Your Majesty, these troops from Israel must not march with you, for the Lord is not with Israel—not with any of the people of Ephraim. 8 Even if you go and fight courageously in battle, God will overthrow you before the enemy, for God has the power to help or to overthrow.”

  He was told if he continued in this way, God wouldn't be with him, and that God would overthrow him. Sometimes, we can have a man or woman of God trying to advise us, and we will ignore them because we feel we know what we are doing. We don’t have to listen to them. Still, friends, if you know that man or woman of God is telling you the right thing, listen to them because these men and women are speaking on behalf of God to you; Amaziah wasn’t listening at all because he wasn’t trying to live a holy and righteous life.

    Verse 9-10 Amaziah asked the man of God, “But what about the hundred talents I paid for these Israelite troops?”

The man of God replied, “The Lord can give you much more than that. “So Amaziah dismissed the troops who had come to him from Ephraim and sent them home. They were furious with Judah and left for home in a great rage.

    Look at this verse: he didn’t care about anything until the man of God told him God could give you more. We sometimes follow God because we think he’ll give us riches and glory, or he’ll give us what we need, Still, in his words, it says to be content with what you have, and he dismissed them only because he thought it was for his gain. You see that, friend; we can't just chase God for riches; we can't just chase God for things. We must chase God because we want more of him. We desire to be in his presence because things of this world is temporary ; money will run out, things will get corroded but the presence of God is what I seek every day in my life and during my prayer time.

 Verse 15: The anger of the Lord burned against Amaziah, and he sent a prophet to him, who said, “Why do you consult this people’s gods, which could not save their own people from your hand?”

   When you have time, read this chapter or ask God to give you understanding and read the chapter. He did so much because he wasn’t trying to live for God when we were out in the world, living in darkness. We were the same way but now that we given our lives to God our life should be different, our mindset should be different.

God was so angry because Amaziah brought the god home, and God sent a prophet to speak to him, and the prophet told him why do you do this with their god? They can't even save their people. See, we must stop doing things like other people because sometimes when we do those things, we don’t see how it could affect our relationship with God or the favor we have in our lives. Sometimes, we can quench the Holy Spirit moving in our lives by following others.

   Verse 16: While he was still speaking, the king said to him, “Have we appointed you an adviser to the king? Stop! Why be struck down?” So, the prophet stopped but said, “I know that God has determined to destroy you because you have done this and have not listened to my counsel.”

  The king was so prideful he asked him why you are speaking to me. Be quiet basically, and the prophet told him God would destroy you because he was so prideful he wouldn’t listen; he didn’t allow God to show him the way.  God had given him many opportunities to get it right, but he didn’t listen to him.

  In this chapter, God is showing mercy to Amaziah and God is doing that right now to some of us who still haven't gotten it right, and God is saying, I gave you every opportunity; please change; we must change what we are doing so that we can be in alignment with God, I went the other week to get my tires rotated and my car aligned, the guy told me I had to do it I didn’t feel I need to. Still, because he's the expert in car maintenance, I listened to him; even if we think we are aligned with God, we must understand that if God says we are out of alignment, we must get back into formation to be aligned with God.

  ***Today, the Holy Spirit is asking us to get back in alignment with him. God is saying that even though he has given us grace and mercy, some of us still do not heed his voice. His voice is essential to our walk with him; without it, we won’t know if God is speaking to us and telling us what we need to do; please don’t ignore him.

  Romans 1:18 The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness.”

  God's wrath is against all unrighteousness and the godless because their action suppresses the truth. When we sin, we suppress the truth of God; we no longer embrace it and live by it. A lot of people are tired of hearing about sin, but sin plays a significant role in our relationship with God.

When we sin, we are an enemy of God, just like Amaziah ignored God's prophet; we ignore his words; if you are ignoring God, and you are listening and obeying other things, ask God to help you to heed his voice and to change your ways.  We all must do this every day, and not when we feel we need something from God, but because we desire his presence to stay with us and for our relationship with him to grow. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, thank you for everything you have done for us. Lord, help us chase you more and help us seek you daily. Lord, we give you every situation. We ask you to be with us and cover us with your blood. Lord, we are so grateful for what you do in our lives. Lord, help us heed your voice and change our ways for your will . In Jesus' name, amen

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REFERENCES

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+ John 12:48 The one who rejects me and does not receive my words has a judge; the word I have spoken will judge him on the last day.

 

+ Matthew 15:11 It is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but what comes out of the mouth; this defiles a person.”

 

+ James 4:4 You adulterous people! Do you not know that friendship with the world is enmity with God? Therefore, whoever wishes to be a friend of the world makes himself an enemy of God.

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 22

Leviticus 22

Acts 22

Joshua 9

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