#subterranean!kai

[fukutomichi]

The Rings of Power Cast Watchlist ➤ Theme: 📜 Period/Historical 📜 Harley and the Davidsons (2016) directed by Ciaran Donnelly & Stephen Kay Robert Aramayo as Bill Harley

[discordiansamba]

some more spitballing for the Avatar Zuko AU:

After the Agni Kai, Zuko is afraid of his own fire. The one who ends up helping him through this is Gyatso. His life might have been brought to its end by fire, but he is old enough to remember a time when firebending was not just associated with destruction.

The valley in which Aang grew up in was of the subterranean variety- the last place anyone would ever think to look for airbenders. Before Zuko arrived, he'd never left it, though he would often climb up until he could see the sky.

(his father left once, to get medicine for his mother after she fell ill during her second pregnancy. he never returned, and his mother and his younger sibling died.)

Aang at first only knows Zuko as 'Li', but once Toph joins them, she very quickly outs that as an alias. He's forced to admit his name is actually Zuko, and that he's the exiled former prince of the Fire Nation.

Aang, looking Zuko up and down: ...are you sure about the prince part?

Zuko: what's that supposed to mean?

According to rumors, the new Avatar is an Earth Kingdom boy named Li. Long Feng knows this is impossible- his predecessor had the former Earth Kingdom avatar in his possession, but allowed him to kill himself before the Dai Li could take complete control of him. Therefore the new Avatar must be from the Fire Nation.

All the more reason to capture him and bring him under his control.

Sokka: Okay. You know how I said you were being paranoid about the whole 'everyone wants to kill you thing'?

Zuko: Yeah?

Sokka: ...I think you might have been right about Long Feng, actually.

Zuko: No shit.

the rumors of Prince Zuko being a traitor reach the Fire Nation before the rumors of him being the Avatar do. when Azula is sent to collect him, she's in for the shock of her life.

What do you mean, Zuzu is the Avatar? He's Zuzu! He's not even a very good firebender!

Iroh arrives at the North Pole after Zuko does, after his friend Pakku sends him a very curious letter informing him that the Avatar has arrived there. Finally, he will have his chance to teach the young man firebending. He seems to know the basics already, but Iroh knows many advanced techniques he is certain will be helpful.

When he gets there, the Avatar is trying really, really hard to avoid him.

Aang: Why are you avoiding Mister Iroh? I thought you said he was your uncle.

Zuko: He is. That's why I know he wants to kill me.

Toph: Pretty sure Pakku said he wanted to teach you firebending.

Zuko: Well that can't be right. Why would the dragon of the west want to teach the Avatar firebending?

(Iroh will eventually run into Zuko despite his best efforts... but he is only deeply confused as to how his nephew got to the North Pole. Pakku, why didn't you tell me he was here? You know I have been searching for him.)

[randomvarious]

Today's mix:

01.1 by Timecode 2001 Drum n Bass

Holy mother of god, this thing was fucking magnificent! 🤯 Here we're kicking off the week with another mix from Rob Playford, the owner of top-shelf UK dnb label Moving Shadow, who operates as a DJ under the name of Timecode. Last week, I gave a listen to an excellent prior dispatch by Playford from this same Moving Shadow 'year-decimal' sampler mix series called 99.2, and for years I've also been cherishing 99.1, but with this 01.1 set, Rob appears to have raised the bar by a significant margin.

However, I will say this up front: I actually don't find this mix to be nearly as consistent as those other two. A lot of the first half of this set is just way too clean, simple, and linear for my own liking. Unless we're talking that soul-piercingly jazzy type of atmospheric stuff that people like LTJ Bukem are especially known for excelling at, I tend to like my drum n bass to sound like what you'd imagine the mad scrawlings of a disturbed child in a psychological horror sound like. Like, when the kid just sits in their psychologist's office for an hour and turns in a big, black, and fuzzy circle of absolute crazy? That's the type of shit I'm on. And It really takes a good while for this mix to whip itself up into that sublime state of blind frenzy.

And while 99.2 is a purely steady and fun bounce-fest, this one sees Playford adding a substantial dose of murky and corrosive subterranean grime to his brew. Basically, whatever the polar opposite of a flower needing water and constant, direct sunlight is, in order for it to grow from just a seed in the ground into its fully formed self with unfurled petals and all, is what this mix is.

And nothing in this set will probably fuck your head up more than its rightful and jaw-dropping capper, Dom & Roland's 9-plus minute extravaganza that is "Imagination." This is a patently bonkers track that surrounds its pumping breaks with thick hazes of eerie ambience and wickedly rumbling and dubby, zapping sub-bass. And it has its own drum-less breakdown too, à la progressive trance. Plus, Dom also appears before this one on a tune with Ryme Tyme called "Iceberg," which as a standalone track is actually relatively calm and still; but that then just opens up an opportunity for Playford to sow even more chaos by blending it with a track with a whole lot more action on it: D Kay's "Monolith," which is a song that maintains its vigor with intermittent insertions of dope jungle fills that signify a change in the succeeding bars every time that they're deployed 🤘. Hearing those little morsels of jungle play simultaneously alongside "Iceberg" definitely make for some of the best moments on this mix.

And one final thing before we close out: both 99.1 and 99.2 came with bonus discs that contained extra promotional content for Grand Theft Auto 2 on them. This release doesn't have anything like that, but the GTA-Moving Shadow partnership still continued on with this mix, as apparently you can hear portions of it on the MSX FM station in GTA3, with MCing done on top of the selections by Code:Breaker. And this also wasn't the only videogame series that Moving Shadow was affiliated with, either. "Imagination" actually first appeared on another popular Rockstar title in 2000, Midnight Club: Street Racing.

So maybe you'll impatiently tap your foot and point at your watch for a bit after first starting this thing up, but as the saying goes, good things come to those who wait. Just give this one some time, and the radioactive freak will eventually bust out of its padlocked cage and turn you rabid 😌. It's certainly not always the most satisfying set, but when 01.1 gets to where it needs to go, it really is an unbelievable y2k era drum n bass experience 🤤.

Listen to the full mix here.

Highlights:

Calyx - "Quagmire" Rascal & Klone - "Get Wild" Ryme Tyme - "Judgement Day" Rascal & Klone - "The Grind" Ryme Tyme - "T Minus" nCode - "Spasm" D Kay - "Monolith" Dom & Ryme Tyme - "Iceberg" Rascal & Klone - "The Phoenix" Aquasky - "Uptight" Shere Khan - "One Day" Technical Itch - "Crystal" Dom & Roland - "Imagination"

[andean-deer]

unveiling my take on the quariwarmi* flag!

edit: my sincere thanks to @ayachaska for the helpful feedback!

Quariwarmi is typically spelled this way when translated, but our languages don’t use the QU sound. Some people spell it qhariwarmi, and there are variations, I use qariwarmi.

Qariwarmi + Tinkuy Flag

please DO NOT USE MY DESIGN TO FURTHER YOUR PRODUCTS IF YOU ARE NOT QARIWARMI URSELF. ahem,

I have designed this one in the vein of a sunrise, or a dawn. As qariwarmi were historically entrusted with bringing about the dawning of new days, and with it, the watering of fields. It could be likened to the Paqari / dawn version of a flag.

EDIT: This was made possible with input from fellow qariwarmi people. Thank you, paylla!!!

It follows a tricolor pattern: sky blue, sunny yellow, and a peachy orange shade. They represent Hanaq Pacha , Kay Pacha, and Uku Pacha.

Symmetrical symbols as follows,

ONE : CHAKANA , gray to black in the center.

TWO : CONDOR FEATHERS , representing the messenger of the heavens.

THREE: EYES OF THE GREAT CHUQUI CHINCHAY , shining down from that liminal dwelling within kay pacha. it’s eyes are silver with copper pupils and gold stars twinkling, a nod to Chuqui Chinchay’s multi-gendered nature.

FOUR : THE WRITHING MACH’AQWAY based off watapuñuq (the boa), dweller of uku pacha and subterranean land.

It is an identity spanning from the convergence of two rivers, the Mosna and the Huanchesca at the sacred site known today as Chavín de Huantar / Chawpin Wantar.

I really don’t feel the need to explain the complexities with this identity, but you should know that it is an identity that originated within the Quechua language, and belongs to people in the Andes who are native to the region. However, it is not just a Quechua identity and has applications for other language speaking groups as long as they are in the Andes.

Tinkuy people, this is yours to use as well, just y’know credit me, pretty please.

[uwlmvac]

Thanks to Jim Theler for this week’s post –

A LATE WOODLAND (EFFIGY MOUND CULTURE) WINTER HOUSE BASIN: Keeping Warm in Frigid Winter

December 2022 brought a true winter blizzard propelled by the weather phenomenon known as a “bomb cyclone.” Below-zero air temperatures and sustained winds of 20-40 mph dropped wind chills to -40 F. Prolonged outdoor exposure was life threatening. Most of us were fortunate to be cocooned in warm dwellings with a predictable heat source and good winter attire. Even so, it was a frightening situation--and for some people, a fatal one. Especially for people in rural settings, in an emergency, help might or might not be on the way.

So how did people survive harsh Midwestern winters centuries ago? The Cade 5 site in Vernon County, Wisconsin, offers an intriguing possibility. The site is attributed to the Effigy Mound culture, an archaeological term for peoples who constructed a stunning array of animal/spirit-shaped burial mounds in western Wisconsin and surrounding areas during Late Woodland times, ca. A.D. 750-1050. Archaeological studies have provided insights into daily lifeways of Effigy Mound related peoples. There is good evidence that they were heavily invested in hunting and gathering wild plant and animal resources (wild rice, fish, and deer) harvested on a seasonal cycle across the landscape. Corn horticulture appears to have developed rather late during this time, and corn is thought to have been a lightly used supplemental resource.

Effigy Mound related peoples sometimes used south- or east-facing rockshelters during cool-season deer harvests and camped along rivers or lakes during the warm season. They probably built houses similar to a traditional Ho-Chunk house type called a ciiporoke (pronounced chee-POE-doe-kay). These rounded, wigwam-style structures, made of bent saplings covered with bark sheets or cattail mats, would have been suitable for a wide range of conditions. (For a photo of a ciparoke, see https://www.wisconsinhistory.org/Records/Image/IM64092.)

A house basin found in 1996 at the Cade 5 site (47Ve643) in Vernon Co., Wisconsin, raises another possibility for winter— a covered, semi-subterranean house that might have served as an emergency shelter during severe cold snaps. An apparent house basin (Feature 3) found beneath the disturbed plowzone soil was 11.5 by 13 feet in area and 30 inches deep. The bottom had fire-cracked rocks, a projectile point, and a few pottery sherds attributable to the Effigy Mound culture. Several feet away was a large hearth (Feature 1), partially excavated in 1995, that contained 600 pounds of burned limestone (dolomite) rock lying on a bed of oak charcoal. Radiocarbon samples dated both Features 1 and 3 to about AD 1000.

The excavator (Jim Theler) was initially unsure about purpose of the basin, but he now thinks it was a winter house for extreme cold weather. It might have had a flat or low dome covering. Hot rocks brought in from the outside hearth would have warmed the interior without the smoke produced by an interior fire. Similar “winter” houses of a “keyhole” design, with long, narrow entryways, were excavated at Late Woodland sites in Dane County, Wisconsin, by the Wisconsin Historical Society.

[writingmochi]

! “wip challenge #2” tag game !

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

tagged by: viv via @oiwxa !! this will be interesting because of the updates between this and the first iteration (+ the addition of ateez)~ thank you so much for the tag!!

note: like last time, i will differentiate it between in the list and not in the list! maybe just talking about it makes me motivated to do them lmao + i won't do the member count and instead do the description just like what viv did

be prepare for how long this will be. i apologize for this (but do i if you guys want to read it?)

in the list

ATEEZ

[] spirit phone (seonghwa) - "have you ever heard of the fifth beatle? what if this happens in kpop too? ateez is a seven-membered boy group from south korea, but there is a rumored eighth member that seems to not exist..."

TXT

[] we are dreamers (taehyun and hueningkai) - 4 weeks to go before graduation!

[] blitz storm (ot5) - txt meets the umbrella academy? now that is a mess

[] murder by numbers (soobin) - what if you're with soobin in a slasher movie situation?

[] alternative (beomgyu) - a festival in 1992 was where beomgyu, a grunge guitarist, meets y/n, a shoegaze bassist

ENHYPEN

[] chromaquest (enhypen maknae line) - the journey in the nether plane to find the seven bands to complete the band of iris

[] the sun, the moon, and the eclipse (jay) - tangled meets assassin's creed? yes, please!

[] terra incognita (jake) - 2050 neo seoul. two opposites sides meeting to converse in the middle

[] menari dengan bayangan (ot7) - inspired by my favorite indonesian indie album, all stories will only be set in a one 24-hour time window [only putting titles!]

evakuasi (sunoo)

besok mungkin kita sampai (niki)

untuk apa / untuk apa? (sunghoon)

secukupnya (jake)

membasuh (jay)

rumah ke rumah (jungwon)

evaluasi (heeseung)

OTHERS

[] smirch (txt and enhypen 01-03 liners) - this has been going on since 2022. take a chance on it, pls! [only putting titles!]

episode 3 (taehyun)

episode 4 (sunoo)

episode 5 (beomgyu)

episode 6 (jake)

episode 7 (kai)

episode 8 (sunghoon)

[] loveless (txt ot5 & enhypen hyung line) - a love letter to loveless, my bloody valentine, and the shoegaze genre [only putting titles!]

only shallow (sunghoon)

loomer (jay)

when you sleep (hueningkai)

i only said (soobin)

come in alone (jake)

sometimes (beomgyu)

blown a wish (taehyun)

what you want (heeseung)

soon (yeonjun)

not in the list

[] frequency modulation (ateez, txt, enhypen) - an anthology series based on my favorite radiohead songs [only putting titles!]

high and dry (sunghoon)

fake plastic trees (san)

just (wooyoung)

my iron lung (hongjoong)

airbag (jungwon)

paranoid android (hueningkai)

subterranean homesick alien (soobin)

karma police (jay)

climbing up the walls (seonghwa)

lucky (jongho)

man of war (yeonjun)

how to disappear completely (taehyun)

motion picture soundtrack (heeseung)

pyramid song (yeosang)

knives out (beomgyu)

15 step (mingi)

bodysnatchers (niki)

reckoner (sunoo)

house of cards (yunho)

jigsaw falling into place (jake)

[] laurel hell (heeseung) - yes, this is the heeseung college au baby daddy fic and mc LOVES mitski!

[] untitled (txt ot5) - the jonathan larson stories series. inspired by rent and tick, tick... boom. set in early 90s new york

[] synchronicity (txt and enhypen 02 liners) - inspired by five tracks from the police's synchronicity album

[] untitled #2 (ateez 99 liners) - inspired by the b-sides to seulgi's 28 reasons album

[] untitled #3 (san) - inspired by the movie laskar pelangi

[] untitled #4 (taehyun) - used to be part of @/koishua's collab "and then there were two" and it's now in limbo because they moved blogs but I'll definitely do it whenever i could

[] untitled #5 (txt ot5) - inspired by disney channel original movies [only putting titles!]

status quo (yeonjun)

drift away (soobin)

underdog song (beomgyu)

untitled #6 (taehyun)

untitled #7 (hueningkai)

[] untitled #8 (txt ot5)- the dnd/dungeonpunk txt au

[] untitled #9 (jay) - inspired by the dark side of the moon by pink floyd

[] untitled #10 (sunghoon) - post-apocalyptic au (attack on titan meets dune meets hadestown meets the last of us lovechild)

[] untitled #11 (jay) - the family mystery au that you chose jay to star in teehee

tagging: @it-rains-blue @tyunlatte @boba-beom @enluv @thelargefrye @rinbowaman @talesofyuan @tenelkadjowrites and anyone that wanna join cause how the heck am i gonna tag this equal to the amount of my wips ffs! *eyes*

[kylo-wrecked]

📝 ➤ @ofthestcrs :// { cont'd from this lovely little thing here }

"What a wild accusation," he echoed. 'His cooperation.' Ben's ill-humored grin went mean as she slid past him; anger prodded him forward. Feeling reinforced the animal instinct that so often won out over mother wit. He wasn't going to stand by bantha-like and watch Kai vanish down the exit ramp only to see her ship on his dash twelve parsecs later; he followed her path, then blocked it. His frame took up a good deal of the entryway and the scant space between their bodies. 

"No." Clutching his blaster, Ben dug a steel heel into the floor panels, and his face hardened into something almost as ominous as Kai's helmet. "You don't get to leave just like that."

On a subterranean level, Ben couldn't believe what he was saying. The Ren wasn't a Huttese gangster or some hapless, spaced-out spice-head. What he was doing, whatever he was doing, went against the impulse that had given him over to smuggling and driven him to a life on the fringes of the galaxy, always in motion, always swimming farther and further out. It could get him killed (or worse), and he'd done so well at not dying for so long. But it occurred to Ben as it had only minutes before; she'd have done so by now. If Snoke had been so persistent, the snake would've scooped him up or bumped him off years ago. So, he was saying it: 

"You didn't come all this way to shoot the shit and ruin my day. Not without telling me why." 

He leveled Kai's kyber gaze. And suddenly, his verbal speech became a thought, a dream—

Are you here on Snoke's behalf? Or your own? 

—he code-switched. He was caught off guard by how easily it came to him, even after all this time; awe sank in, minutely registering on his features, disrupting their careful arrangement.

See, Ben could hear the shape of each word, each a token dropping into a well, and knew Kai could feel them rippling against her mind. He caught the flicker of recognition in her eyes—but he just knew. Knew in the way only people like them did.

Then it hit him like the dull sound of stormtrooper footfall outside or D-O's little wheel in the back of his ankle—he was really in it now, wasn't he? 

[chronic-escapixt]

A Deal with the Devil (Part 2)

witch!Kai x Bennett!reader

content warnings/tags ~ Minors DNI, 18+ ONLY, Dark fiction, smut, dubcon, cnc kidnapping, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, squirting, fluffyish- aftercare, mean!Kai

word count: 2.7k

summary: the aftermath of a deal you made with a certain sociopath means you're his personal play thing

A profile like that of a grecian bust of the divine, pink lips that draw your attention with every biting word, each feature you know well enough to sculpt from memory yet you stare at him like it's your first time. 

Eyes a chaotic shade of stormy blue fit with a sinister glint when he catches you, lips curling upward into a smirk. The cocky bastard.

You fluster, a fleeting itch in the back of your throat makes you cough and you curl into the cool glass of the window, trying to focus on anything other than his presence. His chuckle reaches your ears even over the car radio. 

That's when you notice you’re getting further away from any familiar scenery or landmarks. All you can think about is if you’ll ever be seen alive again. It’s not like it’s completely unreasonable to assume the self-admitted sociopath is taking you to your final resting place. Not, of course, before torturing you to the content of his sadistic little heart. As of now, he seems to be most content with simply humiliating you.

You barely register the melodies of pop radio over the racing of your own heart. Kai mutters something about modern music being absolute garbage before flipping indiscriminately between the stations and turning it off altogether so that you sit in silence. 

Before you know it, you’re standing in front of an apartment door, his key in the lock but he keeps you pinned in place with his body, caged in from the side by his bicep. At this point, it’s comical, the idea of running. You tried that before, and you didn’t get far before he caught you. Whether he used the magic still clearly at his disposal or his brute strength alone, you were trapped and any resistance was futile at this point. 

The key turns and you audibly swallow the lump in your throat. He ushers you inside with a firm hand. The door shuts on what’s likely your best chance at survival and you watch as he places the keys on the ceramic holder. 

“Welcome to my humble abode.”

It’s a relatively nice place, small, but modern, oddly cozy. Not really the torture chamber you expected. 

“This is actually your place?” 

“According to my lease it is. What were you expecting, a subterranean lair? Or an abandoned laboratory?” he jeers at you with a short laugh. 

“Well, yes.. sort of, but this is a pleasant surprise.”

His smile falters, “do you actually think I’m some comic book villain?” 

“I like your place, Kai. I really do,” he glances skeptically, “it looks nice. I’m just confused as to why am I here?” 

There’s a pause. He doesn’t say anything. Then he claps his hands together like he just got an idea and brushes past you into the nearby kitchenette, sectioned off from the rest of the space by an island.

“Well, I’m glad you like it. Mi casa es su casa, so just make yourself at home.” Completely bulldozing over your question. just like Kai to keep you in the dark just to watch you squirm. 

He snatches a jar from the cupboard, immediately digging in by collecting the sweet jam on his fingertips. Your eyes follow the hypnotic path of his hand from the jar to his lips. That same hand that captured your body in the library, kneaded your flesh so firmly he surely left his  fingerprints in their wake. 

Dammit. you’re staring again. It’s beginning to be pathetic.

“..when.. can i.. go back to my home?” you ask with many pauses and marked hesitancy.  

He hums and ponders the idea while sucking the gooey berry preserves from each digit, “you can go… when I’m done with you.” His final word punctuated with the smacking of his lips. 

“What does that mean? I have a life, and people that care about me.. they’ll be worried if I don't come home…” 

Your words quiet to a whisper when you catch his gaze change into an icy glower. It seems you’ve struck a nerve, though unintentional, you can’t find your next ones fast enough to walk it back before he lashes back in contempt.

“Who? Bonnie and the gang? If they really cared, don’t you think they’d at least try to call and find out if you're still alive— let you know they’re coming to save you? I mean, Elena must’ve reunited with them by now and told them about your daring sacrifice.” 

It was clear as day that you wanted him all to yourself. There was nothing sacrificial about it, even if you didn’t want to admit it. 

Your cellphone started to burn a hole in your pocket. It hasn’t wrung once since you left, nothing, not one notification from anyone.

“Maybe they think you’re dead already or here’s a thought, maybe you’re not as high on their list of priorities as you might think.”

His words cut deep, each laced with enough venom to paralyze you. Who could blame them if they didn't care? You were the one who was dumb enough to release Kai from his prison in the first place— unleash untold danger on your friends. You can say he tricked you and lied but maybe you chose to ignore the red flags. 

Despite everything, you’re still in love with him, and that’s a betrayal of your friends. 

He doesn’t love you or anyone, and if you’re honest with yourself, that’s the worst part.

“Look, I’m just saying we’re not so different. I know what it’s like to look like a failure in the eyes of everyone you care about, to want to prove yourself..” He’s tending to the wounds he just inflicted moments ago. 

“That's not true,” you mutter but even you don’t believe that. 

He gives a nonchalant shrug while cleaning his sticky hands with a damp rag, “whatever you say, princess. I personally think that with my guidance you could be a rather ruthless little witch. Then what everyone else thinks about you won't even matter.” 

Your head felt like it was spinning. “What are you saying?”

He leans forward, his nose nearly bumping yours across the counter, “Call me generous, but I feel like I could offer you so much more in this deal..”

“Kai.. I-”

“Oh, hold that thought, babe!” He looks down at his watch. “I'm cutting it really close.. I have to go.” He rounds the counter and throws on a nearby gray hoodie. 

“Where are you going?” You follow behind.

“I have.. something to take care of and I’ll probably be a while so don’t wait up for me. Oh, and in the meantime, there’s food in the cupboard if you get hungry, you can watch tv— there’s so many channels these days and maybe take a shower— clean yourself up so you can get out of those cum-soaked panties, hmm?” 

That last part made you self-conscious, rubbing your thighs together and feeling slick with the juices he drew from you in the library, that mixed with the cum he ruined your cunt with spilling into your panties as you speak. 

He moves fast, snatching his keys back from the ceramic holder as he heads for the door. 

“Kai—” you call out after him. 

He waves you off, shooting you a quick “buh-bye,” before slipping out, the door shutting in your face, the resounding click of the automatic lock trapping you. 

That’s when your phone vibrates. You eagerly pull it from your jacket pocket, only to find a junk notification. no word from Bonnie or the gang. Kai’s words echo in your mind. You debate calling her, but you can’t bring yourself to face her and let her know you’re willingly here with the devil so you shoot her a quick text instead at least letting her know you’re alright and not to worry.

You hop in the shower, not before putting your clothes in the wash. You throw on one of Kai’s t-shirts from his closet and curl up on the couch where you flip through the channels to find something to distract your ever-racing mind. You find one of those throwback channels and nod off to a marathon of Baywatch.

It's way past midnight when you’re jolted awake by the door opening. Kai hurries in and turns on all the lights. 

You get up and find him at the kitchen island where he has a bottle of champagne and searching the cabinets for the glasses. 

“C’mere, celebrate with me,” Kai waves you over. 

“Celebrate what?” you ask, plopping down on the bar stool, still rubbing your eyes.

“I won,” he muses, placing the twin glasses in front of you.

“Won what?” 

“The merge, dummy,” he rolls his eyes.

You look down grimly, remembering the merge, and what that means, “So, Jo is..”

“No— no, Jo is fine. Luke on the other hand, is..”he clicks his tongue with the wave of his hand across his throat, “dead as a doornail, in fact.” His eyes momentarily go distant before resuming the task of finding the bottle opener. 

You’re confused, “what do you mean? you merged with Luke? but how? he’s not even—” 

Kai shrugs, “hey, I don’t know the logistics, but I do know that your precious Jo is still alive.. for the time being, and I can make my own magic, so I won’t need to siphon it outta of you. Aren’t you a lucky girl?” He opens the bottle and tops off your glass with sparkling wine.

“So, I guess you won’t need to keep me around anymore…” you try to sound relieved, but your eyes betray you. You won’t meet his, focusing only on the liquid swirling in your glass. You didn’t want to be his magic bag or hostage, but something about being near him again has made you miss the time you spent together and the intimacy you shared.

Kai smirks. “I did what everyone said I couldn’t.. and even after all they did to stop me, they couldn’t stop the inevitable and now I know they’re more afraid than ever.” 

You scoff, “Sure, if being feared is what you’re into then, congrats, you’re the new bigbad of Mystic Falls.” you raise your glass before downing the wine with one bitter swallow. 

“Well if I’m the new bigbad, what does that make you? The damsel not-really-in distress?” Kai extinguishes your attitude when he leans in closer, caging you against the island, the rasp of his voice dripping with sex, “You’ve known me long enough to understand I like being feared, especially by the likes of you. The more I mess with you the less you try to fight back. I think it's because some weird part of you craves it.” His eyes drink you in deeper than the wine, appreciating how sexy you looked with nothing but his t-shirt hanging on your body. 

In one motion he catches you off guard and you drop your glass, shattering it all over the kitchen tile as he scoops you up and places your ass on the countertop. Your shirt bunching up around your hips when you scramble back with a surprised whimper.

“Kai, what are you doing!”

“That wine was shitty. I need something sweet to take away the bitter taste on my tongue..” he growls like a feral animal, yanking you closer, closing in on your bare pussy, his trembling target.

“Any reason you’re not wearing any undies?” He cocks a brow. 

You bite your lip hard, the tickle of his breath already sending you into a hazy nervous ramble, “I don’t have any other clothes here and your boxers were too big. i-i just put my clothes in the wash.. they’re probably done so i’ll go put them on—” he grips you harder when you try to get up.

“That won’t be necessary.” His eyes hold an unbreakable focus.

Bold licks follow the length of your slit. You suck in a sharp breath. His warm tongue slides through your folds, working you up to a puffy elevated state of sensitivity. He’s just savoring you to his satisfaction before he really gets to work, parting and licking any arousal that already starts to leak from your little hole.

He thrusts his tongue inside you. Before you can even fool yourself that you have the strength to push him away, you’re cumming on his tongue, embarrassingly quickly because you’re still sensitive from his touch earlier. 

Kai is calculated with how he plays you, moving his face in a way that stimulates everything all at once. His nose rubbing your clitoris, alternating between sucking and licking up the mess you’re becoming, creating the sloppiest noises. 

You tremble at the onset of another high, no break in between them if his wicked tongue had anything to say about it. You latch onto his raven locks.

Gasping out his name only to be cut off by your own moans as he takes another. 

“Mhmm stappp! god, you’re such an ass-” your hand shoots out to push at him.

He peppers your inner thigh with open mouth kisses, spreading your slick across your quivering flesh, half his face drenched and glistening. His fingers pick up where his tongue left off. Two digits curling inside your cunt to begin a steady rhythm. 

“You agreed to be mine, remember? Or did that little fact already escape your empty head? I’ll do whatever I want with you.. meaning, if I want to eat you until you're just a puddle that I can slurp up with a straw, I will do that..”

Your clit has grown hard, swollen and darkened tempting him to nip at it with his teeth. The pain awakens something in you that makes the marble surface even more slippery, any protests devolve into indiscernible whimpers. 

“Oh stop that, you fuckin love it,” he growls, reaching up under your shirt to squeeze your breast. 

He sucks on your clit while fucking your cunt, making your head spin. You're way beyond overstimulated. Wound so tight the pain clouded your vision, his fingers reaching a bruising pace. You feel a sudden urgency inside you and shove at his head. 

“Nwait- wait, Kai! No—no, I can’t!” It lances through you, like electricity, or more like a dam breaking the way your release gushes against his face. You clamp your thighs around his head, truly losing track of whether you want him away or impossibly closer.

Kai finally pulls back with a satisfied grin while you catch your breath. He’s so pleased with himself and all you can manage was a mortified stare.

“Look at the mess you made..” he tsks, feigning disappointment yet so suddenly delicate with how he handles you.

“i- i didn’t mean to.. i told you to stop…i-i,” you stammer, still trembling all the way down to your toes. You pull the shirt over your exposed center.

He would have told you that you squirted and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen but he likes watching you panic. Your palpable humiliation is amusing. 

Kai tilts his head with a satisfied sigh, “you’re spent, let's get you to bed.” He hauls you into his arms and carries you back into the bedroom, not far from the kitchenette. deposits you in the middle of his bed and curls up beside you after carefully wiping you down with a damp rag. 

He's so caring, you almost believe the sweet nothings he cooes in your ear. Almost.

“are you gonna let me go…” you murmur in a hushed voice

Kai pulls you closer, tucks the loose curls behind your ear and hums, “nope, not on my to do list.”

“But you don't need me anymore..” you pout.

He cranes his neck to quietly admire you then whispers, “I don’t know what’s going through your head, but you’re not getting out of our deal that easily.”

“Oh god.. I've sold my soul to the devil,” you chuckle faintly and curl deeper into the comfort of his embrace while he tightens his arm around you.

“Shhs-shh, just get some rest.. you’re gonna need it.”

[pesterloglog]

John Egbert, Roxy Lalonde

Act 6, page 7102-7105

JOHN: roxy???

ROXY: sup

JOHN: what are you doing here?

JOHN: i thought you were going to see your denizen!

ROXY: i did

JOHN: you did?

ROXY: yeh

JOHN: how did it go??

ROXY: it went ok

JOHN: yeah?

JOHN: what happened??

ROXY: oh u know

ROXY: ventured to spooky subterranean lair 4 a bit of cathartic and life altering monster realtalk

JOHN: ok, that is a funny way of putting it, but yeah, me too!

ROXY: yup i figured ur monster quest happened

ROXY: i mean once the gross black shit disappeared and the wind started blowing like a motherfucker

JOHN: what did ur monster say?

JOHN: i mean your.

ROXY: hey maybe we shoud try to be more respectful abt our god monsters...

ROXY: her names nix!

JOHN: right...

JOHN: what did nix say?

JOHN: did she speak in the weird babbley language that you could still understand somehow, even though it made no sense?

ROXY: fuck yes

ROXY: was downright incomprehensible in the most mysteriously understandable way

JOHN: ha ha.

ROXY: she told me this riddle thing

ROXY: that basically spread it all out for me

ROXY: like what my options were and what would happen if i did the options and like the metaphysical and moral consequences of doing those options

JOHN: yeah.

JOHN: typheus pretty much did the same thing with me.

JOHN: typheus was the name of my snake monster, by the way.

ROXY: oooh u had a snake monster?

JOHN: yes, he was awesome.

JOHN: so, did nix give you some sort of challenge to overcome, which by doing so, you could get in touch with your powers?

ROXY: uh

JOHN: which enabled you to appear here, by doing like this incredible voidey thing, that let you phase out of existence, and magically appear with me in this weird plane of reality?

ROXY: lol no

ROXY: she p much just told me to fly to your planet

ROXY: so i did

JOHN: huh.

JOHN: you mean, like...

JOHN: you just... wrapped up your conversation with her. left her lair...

JOHN: and then flew to lowas?

ROXY: yes

JOHN: ohh... kay?

ROXY: lmfao

ROXY: i know right, wow wat a quest!

ROXY: but when u think about it it was the totes obvious thing to do

ROXY: i didnt know it at the time but you were gonna make your whole planet disappear

ROXY: so if i wanted to keep persisting thru your history altering hijinks then all i really had to do was uh

ROXY: come along for the ride

ROXY: no monsterly NITE MAGICS needed!

JOHN: yeah, that makes sense.

ROXY: there were stipulations though

ROXY: mad stips if u will, vis a vis buttloads of opaque goddess riddles

JOHN: right. you mean the "choice" thing?

ROXY: yes

JOHN: what were the mad stips?

ROXY: she said

ROXY: keep in mind i am paraphrasing

ROXY: if paraphrasing is even a thing you can do with stuff said in unfathomable monster jargon

ROXY: that either i could stay behind and vanish into nothingness forever, and everyone in the new reality would inherit all the bigtime responsibilities, including a version of myself who had no memory of any of this and never experienced all the loss and sadness i just went through

ROXY: or

ROXY: i could go with you

ROXY: but in doing so, everyone i loved would know that loss instead

ROXY: w/e that means......

JOHN: yeah!

JOHN: typheus gave me almost the exact same sort of choice

JOHN: something about other people feeling the loss i felt, if i accepted his challenge.

JOHN: which i'm sure is probably... not good?

JOHN: but, i mean, what else was i going to do?

JOHN: i couldn't just let things stay the way they were.

ROXY: yes exactly

ROXY: her caveat sounded ominous as shit

ROXY: but

ROXY: there was somethin that didnt sit well with me about doing nothing

ROXY: accepting her terms just felt right u know?

JOHN: yes.

ROXY: sooo

ROXY: here i am

JOHN: yes!

ROXY: :)

JOHN: i'm glad it worked out like this.

JOHN: i was fully prepared to do this alone... to hop around and change things in whatever way.

JOHN: and i would get to see my friends again, even if they don't remember all the same stuff i do.

JOHN: which was a lonely feeling, if that makes sense?

JOHN: but now i'll have someone else to remember the way things originally went.

ROXY: word

JOHN: yes. word indeed.

ROXY: but i know what you mean

ROXY: its nice to have uh

ROXY: like a witness i guess?

ROXY: someone to authenticate the rough shit u went through

ROXY: even if we never end up talkin about it again

ROXY: the fact that at least SOMEONE else knows

ROXY: makes it feel like it didnt all mean

ROXY: nothing?

JOHN: right.

ROXY: because even if it all gets erased and put back all better

ROXY: i dont think the stuff we went through and the feelings we had meant nothing

ROXY: imo the feelings themselves

ROXY: and the way they shaped us

ROXY: that all means...

ROXY: somethin

JOHN: ...

ROXY: hahaha forget it

ROXY: talkin out my ass here

JOHN: no, it makes sense.

JOHN: and anyway, if nothing else, everything that happened brought us here.

JOHN: the stuff we're about to do, whatever it is, wouldn't be possible otherwise.

JOHN: and that feels pretty important, if you ask me!

[switchbrainedholylime]

"A powerful artifact...?" Zomu's mind immediately went to the Dragon Balls, but did these Namekians have their own set of them on this planet? He'd have to ask, but then again if the person the Dragon was asked to come back didn't want to return, it'd nullify the wish. He knew that better than anyone after doing exactly that after the Cell Games and staying dead for 7 years before being brought back by Elder Kai to fight Buu.

Other powerful artifacts included the Time Rings, but those had gone missing shortly after he was forced to switch bodies with Zamasu. Then there was the Time Machine, but that was sitting rotting somewhere in the subterranean ruins of Capsule Corp. There were potara earrings, but he couldn't think of how they could do this.

"I think there's only one way to find out how we can turn you back, and that's with the Dragon Balls. I've never wished for anyone to be dead before, but they can bring you back to life. Maybe we could start there?" Zomu scratched his head as he reached into his pocket to fish out the Dragon Radar, the sole remaining item he had from Bulma.

The Namekian villagers all looked baffled. The gears of their minds were turning to come up with any kind of explanation for that. They looked among themselves to see if anyone had an answer. Finally, they looked down guiltily that they couldn't help.

Zomu noticed Hua Cheng's hand on his shoulder and smiled.

He made a friend...for now. Time would end it, as it did with all of his friends and family back on Earth--but for now? He was content. He found that if he focused on the "losing" part, it'd only make the act of living a hell to exist through.

Zomu then realized; he had not asked precisely what killed Hua Cheng in the first place. If he used to be dead, that means he died before. Zomu had died several times before. If anyone knew what coming back to life was like, it'd be him.

"Do you think it had anything to do with how you died?" Zomu asked.

[iennoganan-aha]

SUBTERRANEAN NINJAGO AU (P2)

here’s Subterranean Kai, he’s first!

These are original designs so I’d appreciate you didn’t heavily reference, steal or copy them :)

If you aren’t aware what Subterranean AU is, again see the post before this one. Easy explanation, it’s a magical boy au with the ninjas as magical boys. In the AU the boys are all tied together to Lloyd in ribbons of fate. The AU takes place in an original setting I made for a group of ocs that I out the ninjas in.

If you seen the original you already know this but if not, this is his role in the story.

Kai uses his magic every once in a while, using their magic in public is dangerous and Kai knows that. He usually goes in the tunnels and speaks to other magics, having fun and being a bit reckless. While on the surface he’d never use his magic and actively used to ignore Ananthemas, once underground he liked to mess around with it. Letting his anger out with it, he fights to keep Nya safe, Nya who isn’t magic, which Kai thinks is a blessing, he’s always worried she’ll be the next victim of an Ananthema or she’ll be hurt by a selfish Magic, so he takes it upon himself to fight for her. He had only ever fought for himself and Nya. It wasn’t until he met Lloyd did he realize that he didn’t have to be alone, he didn’t have to fight mindlessly and anxiously for one person. He realized Lloyd became just as important, and it was heartbreaking to find out Lloyd was cursed with magic as well. When he found out he was fated with Lloyd, and there was nothing he could do to change it. He found a new purpose it life, of course he would still fight for Nya, but now he also had to fight for Lloyd. He was the most reluctant to join the team, he did so because of his love for Lloyd. He eventually finds happiness with the others as well.

His Magical boy outfit is visually based off a ninja cause I thought it fit him, this is not the case for the others so don’t be surprised if they don’t have a ninja theme, only he does. At first I based him off his Prime Empire design, with blonde hair but I thought the white hair suited the design better- his magic gem is located on his hand and his fate ribbon, the ribbon that ties the ninjas together, is wrapped around his waist. Not to be confused with the tiny ribbons on his wrists, his fate specific bow is around his waist.

Little Trivia I have thought up:

He and Nya live alone in an apartment in a lower class part of the city

He’s at least somewhere between 16-18 depending on how old you think the ninjas are, I’m indifferent

He goes to a city wide public school, but the school does have uniforms cause their city is wack.

His power isn’t just fire. It’s heat control, he can control heat similar to fire bending from atla. As long as he has body heat, or heat around him, he can control it. He can even suck the heat OUT of things with enough control. He usually fights with fire powered punches and kicks, not just shooting fire as he does in the show.

He works at a public library as an assistant for cash since their world doesn’t really need blacksmiths. His parents own a welding shop instead

He got his scar when he was little, a piece of metal flew at his face and cut his eye, he can still see out of the eye, it’s just a teeny bit fuzzy.

If you have any other questions, you can ask. Jay is next. If you have any questions in prep for him,,, go for it aha

[k9y-anna]

satori for haniwapaganda's dtiys on insta

(ily satori ((SMOOCH)))

[scrawlingskribbles]

thinks about all the alluded/planned/led-up-to goodness & chara development between these two dorks that cn robbed us of ever getting to see & how I’m Never going to get over it lmfao

[tsunflowers]

I picture them basically playing themselves but referred to as jiro and kai-chan or something and they're trying to do a live in an exclusive underground venue but the sound of the bass is attracting subterranean kaiju

I really want hiro and dai-chan to show up in an episode of arc

[laufire]

STACKEDIARIES | november 13th | “do you remember the first time?”

[Caption: gifs from The Vampire Diaries. Kai, furious, gets all up in Bonnie’s face when she makes her magic disappear from the prison world inside Ms. Cuddles, while she stands firm. He asks “Where’s the stupid bear?“. Bonnie, irreverent, replies “Oh, it’s gone. I guess we’re stuck here. Forever.” She adds a very insincere “Sorry.” while Kai glares at her, and the scene ends with a full body shot of the two of them staring each other down inside the subterranean cave.]

[gatheringbones]

[“The specter of criminality moves ceaselessly through the lives of LGBT people in the United States. It is the enduring product of persistent melding of homosexuality and gender nonconformity with concepts of danger, degeneracy, disorder, deception, disease, contagion, sexual predation, depravity, subversion, encroachment, treachery, and violence. It is so deeply rooted in U.S. society that the term stereotype does not begin to convey its social and political force. The narratives it produces are so vivid, compelling, and entrenched that they are more properly characterized as archetypes—recurring, culturally ingrained representations that evoke strong, often subterranean emotional associations or responses.

In the realm of criminal archetypes, anxiety, fear, and dread prevail—potent emotions that can easily overpower reason. Over time, within broader notions of criminality informed by race, class, and gender, a number of closely related and mutually reinforcing “queer criminal archetypes” have evolved that directly influence the many manifestations and locations of policing and punishment of people identified as queer or living outside of “appropriately gendered” heterosexual norms. These archetypes serve to establish compelling, ultimately controlling, narratives, or predetermined story lines that shape how a person’s appearance and behavior will be interpreted—regardless of individual circumstances or realities. Written and rewritten across time, space, and the evolution of queer identities, these archetypal narratives may be best understood as means to criminalize queerness.

Based on these established criminalizing narratives or scripts, queer people are targeted for policing and punishment regardless of whether they have actually committed any crime or done any harm. Queer criminal archetypes rarely operate in isolation, frequently intersecting and overlapping with other controlling narratives that frame people of color, immigrants, and poor people as inherently criminal. This understanding shifts the focus away from the concept of generic antigay prejudice held by bigoted individuals to systemic patterns of raced, gendered, classed, and sexual policing that, with a few cosmetic adjustments and innovations, have operated in this country for over five hundred years, predetermining who is intrinsically “innocent” and who is blameworthy. It is important to recognize that queer criminalizing scripts have never focused exclusively on the policing and punishment of LGBT people. As political scientist Cathy J. Cohen points out in her groundbreaking essay Punks, Bulldaggers, and Welfare Queens, gender conforming heterosexuals can also be policed and punished for exhibiting behavior or indulging sexual desires that run contrary to the vast array of punitive rules, norms, practices, and institutions that “legitimize and privilege heterosexuality.”]

from Queer (In)justice: The Criminalization of LGBT People In The United States, by Joey L. Mogul, Andrea J. Ritchie, Kay Whitlock