#wan li short round

[geonij31]

I live in the “Indy adopted Short Round and was an awkward single dad for a while” extended multiverse so here’s som drawings. Li is 16 in this drawing so three years after Temple of Doom. :)

Ft. Bonus Indy + Hat 🤠

I’m not overly happy with Marion but it took FOREVER for me to draw her and I spent so long trying to make it look good and I just couldn’t get it so I gave up.

[maybemoltenlava]

temple of doom incorrect quotes

[stuckasmain]

My favorite part of Temple of doom is how perfectly Shortie has indianas stict down. When he fights he copy’s him almost perfectly, he knows what and when and how. He knows the morals of everything too. It’s a shame we don’t get to see him (or even hear about him)in later movies. He loves Indy so much, that’s his dad man 😭

[ami-ven]

Happy 98th Birthday, Wan Li “Short Round”!

[kingofthe-egirls]

LUFFY x Y/N (modern au) part 4

part 1 part 2 part 3

(cw: modern au, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm countdown, kissing, angst/fluff, comfort, reader is a survivor. [a/n--sorry i'm like this. i'm using these stories to heal])

(a/n: i'm overwhelmed with unabashed joy and therefore must never cringe)

Songs: "Jackie and Wilson" by Hozier, "To Be Alone" by Hozier

word count: 1.7k

***

Luffy leans his weight into you, pressing you into the hotel mattress.

"Hiya," he murmurs against your lips. His elbows are on either side of your head, and he's thrusting gently against your clothed cunt. His jeans are riding low around his hips, and you scrabble desperate fingers under the hem of his shirt. His abs are soft and warm under your touch.

"Hey," you breathe, lifting the arch in your back to press your chest deeper into his. He slides his arms under your shoulders, and holds you close as he kisses you again. Your arms are around his neck, pressing him as tightly to you as you can. It's so good to feel him.

Real.

Apart from your virtual ventures, you haven't gotten much play besides your girlfriend. (Which is great, by the way.) But it's been a while since you've had a man. You love masculinity, love the traces of his jaw against your skin. Love the weight of him, pressing into you. Nami is so much smaller than you--you curvy and her thin--you always feel a little clumsier, around her. And femininity is great and all, but sometimes you just need a dick.

And Luffy seems more than happy to give it to you.

"What can I do ta ya?" He rasps softly against your ear. He takes the lobe in his teeth, pulling slightly. You whine in the back of your throat--short and sweet.

"Um--," you push up your chin, scooting closer under him. "I w-wanna make you cum," you confess.

Cherry blossoms bloom along his cheeks.

"I'd like that," he grins, teething at your jawline, "You've already done it once before. Plus, like, two more times since then, ha."

You bust out a laugh, helpless beneath him. He shakes over you, giggling too. "Well, I'm so glad," you huff out a breath, and press a kiss to his collarbone. His round face is open wide and shining, eyes crinkling like half-moons in his bronze skin.

Wow.

You've got it bad.

Luffy nuzzles against your cheek. "Thanks for that, baby." He rolls his hips against you once more. You gasp, face heating like a rose.

"Lu-uffy," you hook your legs around his thick waist, bringing him closer (harder) against you. He starts thrusting quicker, friction both electrocuting and freezing you in place. He regards you down the edge of his tip-turned nose. A sharp eyebrow twitches upward as he smirks.

"Wan' more?"

You nod, furiously, as you break away to tug off your shirt. Luffy sits back on his heels to take off his own, pulling the red t-shirt off over his head with one hand. You stare at his frame, lithe and muscular, and lick your lips. "You're welcome, by the way."

He giggles.

"Shishishi, guess it's my turn to please you," he leans forward again, hand going to the small of your back as he lays you down. The pillows crinkle beneath you. The hotel smells like lemon-scented bleach. A watercolor painting of a fox hangs on the wall in front of you.

Luffy's face is between your legs.

He kisses around your abdomen, over your bellybutton and along the waistband of your skirt. He slyly unzips it, dragging the silver buckle down the length of your thigh. He flicks his dark eyes back up to you, questioning, and you swallow with a nod. He pulls the leather fabric off of you in one, swift motion. Then his fingers are curled in your underwear, pulling them down your legs, too. You let him, lifting your hips for him to undress you. The cotton slides down your shivering thighs, his fingertips grazing your already-heated skin. He smiles, genuinely, as he gazes at your heat.

"S'pretty for me," he murmurs, ghosting both hands back up your thighs. He lies down slowly, making intense eye contact with your clit. You hum, snuggling back into the covers. They were soft, and downy. Your tits splay out side to side as you get comfy.

"Like it?" You ask, arching an eyebrow as he grins at you. His eyes flare like black opal, and your stomach drops. You're fucking in for it.

"Love it, pretty."

And then his tongue is at your clit, flicking over and over again with an intense speed. You groan, arching your back as your legs tighten around his head. His hair is fluffy and ticklish against your inner thigh. You card your fingers through it, gripping tightly. His locks are velvet soft, and you whine.

He pulses in with two fingers, curling upward with the pads of his third and fourth digits. His fingers are strong and thick, and he pumps them into you while he laps at your clit.

"Mm-fuck!" You squeal, twitching against his jaw. His licking and sucking fill the room with perverse noises, and your muffled squeaks aren't doing much to help. Luffy is hungrily groaning into your cunt, grinding his hips against the bed. "Y-you--," you pant, squeezing your eyes shut, "I--want you!" You moan with your spine curled forward, hunching around your pleasure as Luffy speeds up.

"Not yet," he tugs at your strings, playing you like a violin. Deft fingers illustrate a symphony your nerves are only just this shy of being able to withstand. You whimper, nails digging into his scalp. "Wanna see ya cum, first."

His nose is pressed against your pubic bone, his tongue now doing figure eights on your messy clit. Saliva and slick slip down his face and onto the mattress beneath you. He traces imaginary shapes on your clit, over and over again, almost like letters. You let out a gasp, laughing.

"Ya spellin' somethin'?" You ask, neck craned to watch him work.

"Mm," he hums, fingers stretching out like scissors. You shake, beneath his touch. "Wanna guess?"

You laugh out loud, now, and let your head fall back against the pillows with a soft thump. "Umm...," you breathe, chest ragged and heaving. Your skin is on fire by now, plush and deep velvet as you rake your hands over your own thighs. Your fingernails leave traces of scarlet ribbon in their wake. "M-maybe, 'cum?'" You guess, rutting your hips up against his face.

"Nuh-uh."

"Fuck--," you buck your hips. He giggles, vibrating against your cunt. "You're impossible," you mutter, before bringing your focus back on the shapes his tongue is now lazily curling out along your clit.

A curl, a circle, a line?

You whimper, unable to focus.

"I--I have ADHD," you cover your eyes with a forearm, "This isn't fair."

"Me too!" He happily exclaims, before diving back in to repeat his movements. His tongue is so...dexterous.

"L...Luffy?" You sound out, eyebrows scrunched as you search the ceiling for answers. "Are you spelling your own name?"

"Luffy's," he corrects, "'Cuz you're mine now."

"Oh, am I?" You tease, relaxing back in the bed as he fucks you with his hand. Your body is shivering, aching now, as it craves release. "Did you do the apostrophe?"

"The what?"

"Nevermind," you laugh, shaking your head against the pillow. Your hair is spread out, soft and tangled, around you. You lift up a little to make eye contact with him. He's staring directly at your cunt, pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly. He's drooling.

"Gonna make me cum, or what?"

He flares his gaze back up to you, wild and dark, and starts to speed up. He crooks his fingers, his other thumb pressing hard into your clit now. "Five," he says, without warning.

"What?"

He looks over your shaking form with adoration, plus something that almost looks like bloodlust. "Four." He licks his lips as he gazes back up at you. He pinches your clit, and you scream.

"Luffy!!!" You squeeze your eyes shut, toes curling as you bow forward. He snickers.

"Three."

His fingers crook up--delicious--as he speeds up inside you. His pace is unbelievably fast--almost like a vibrator. "F-fuck--," you groan, scrabbling at his head with feeble hands.

"Two."

He's pulling at your clit between finger and thumb, harsh and lovely and spurring you on toward the swell of your symphony. "That's it, baby, moan f'me," he coos, pressing kisses to your inner thigh. "One."

Fuck--

"Lu--," his name is cut off as a chorus on your lips, now gone silent as you shudder through an orgasm. You've never cum this hard, before.

Your name is silent on his lips, as well.

You don't see it, bowed forward and clutching at his hair, but his lips move in the shape of your name, over and over as he gazes at you in awe. Your pretty lips, your wild hair, he can't handle the way you choke on his name. He slows his fingers down inside you.

"Good, baby?" He asks, running a strong hand up and down your leg. His other goes to palm his cock beneath his shorts. He's aching for you, now. You nod, forcing your breathing to cool down. Something was--coming up for you, and you can't help the tears that slide hot and salty onto your cheeks.

[a/n: this is now completely selfish and personal to me, so don't read on if you'd like the story to end here. smut is over now lol]

"'M...sorry," you say, embarrassment flooding through you. "Sorry," you shake, gone cold all of a sudden, as something knotted and thorny comes undone in your chest. Something after--after all these years. "I'm sorry!"

He shushes you, cooing at you immediately. He rushes up to wrap you in his arms, stroking your hair as you start to sob. You press your face into his sternum, and take a shuddering breath. "'M sorry," you say again, pressed against his sweaty skin. You sniff, wetly.

"I'm sorry," he says, kissing the top of your head. He feels so strong around you. "Did I do something wrong?"

You swallow, shaking your head against the muscles of his chest. His scar is a flat pane of scarlet in your eye. "Nope, not you. Someone--else." That's all you say, and that's all he asks.

"I got you," he whispers, humming as he plants more kisses atop your head. You cringe into him, wrapping your own arms around his back. "Don't say sorry anymore, baby. 'S not your fault."

"I know," you whisper, bitter. "I'm just--sorry I'm like this, is all. I don't wanna be, anymore. But..."

"But ya gotta cry, sometimes. I know," he whispers, then tilts your chin up to his face. He's smiling softly at you, hotel lights sending twinkles in his gray eyes. "I cry, too."

You smile, in spite of yourself, and reach up to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you."

***

[marion-ravenwood-jones]

I have come bearing canon-divergent Indy/Marion fanfiction that I wrote instead of making a PowerPoint presentation that I am supposed to have done in an hour 🙃 @oh-caro here I wrote one 😂

Addition to the Family

“Well,” Marion sighed, setting her breakfast plate on the table a bit roughly.

What did I do now? Indy wondered, glancing at the clock on the wall. What could I have done at 8:15 on a Saturday morning? “Well?” He asked without looking up from the paper he was grading, deciding to take the bait. He heard her rummaging through the contents of the fridge, likely searching for the orange juice he’d finished a few minutes before she’d entered the kitchen.

“Well,” she shut the refrigerator door with another sigh, “you’re a father, Indy.”

He chuckled and glanced at the adoption papers lying on the table that stated that Wan Li, or as Indy and Marion called him, Short Round was now legally their son. “Yeah, I’ve been a father for three days. I think he’s in the living room listening to The Burns and Allen Show,” he said casually, grinning and turning his attention back to the second of many papers he needed to grade before Monday.

After hearing nothing else for a few seconds, not even Marion’s footsteps, he stopped reading and furrowed his brow. That was it? No complaints or accusations? Is there something I missed? Indy replayed the interaction in his head a couple of times as he turned around to look at his wife.

She had her back against the refrigerator, her eyes closed and the base of her thumb pressing the arch of her eyebrow upwards, something she did when she was trying to clear her head. “You’re a father, Indy.” What is she—

A lightbulb switched on in his head as she opened her eyes and her tearful, blue eyes met his incredulous, hazel ones. She didn’t mean— He nearly knocked over his chair in bolting up from the table and gripping her arms. “Marion!” He yelled in surprise, evoking a small crooked smile from her. That was the reaction she’d been waiting for. “You’re pregnant?!” He asked just a little quieter, beginning to shake.

She nodded and softly replied, “I- I think so,” searching his eyes for the security that she was currently lacking. They hadn’t discussed having a baby, and she was entirely confident that neither of them had envisioned, or, if she were completely honest, wanted another addition to the family so soon after Short Round’s adoption had been made official.

Indy took both of her hands in his, gently rubbing the backs of hers with his thumbs. “Did the doctor tell you? How do you know?”

“I- said I think, Indy, it’s not- not for sure,” she stammered, only relaxing slightly under his touch.

He paused. “Marion,” his volume was significantly lower than before. “honey, what symptoms have you had?”

“I threw up this morning,” she told him simply, offering no further explanation or reasoning.

“Yeah, go on,” he prompted, now stroking her face with one hand and continuing to hold one of her hands in his other.

“Go on?”

“Well, there’s more, isn’t there?”

Marion furrowed her brow and stared at him.

Indy stopped his caresses. “You think you’re pregnant because you threw up once?!” He was growing irritated that she had nearly given him a heart attack over a claim she had practically no basis for. Sure, it was a possibility, but it had been for over a year now, and she hadn’t blamed anything like a headache or an upset stomach on that possibility before.

Marion ripped her hand out of his and shoved him away from her. “It’s more than that, I just know, Indy! You’re making me sound ridiculous!” She shouted, then whirled around and opened the refrigerator to find something to drink.

“Come on, maybe you just had too much to drink last night,” he offered, having had no intentions to belittle her. Marion crossed her arms and glared at him, and he realized how stupid of a comment that was since she could drink nearly anyone under the table. “Well, maybe not that,” he laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood. He was still irritated, but he didn’t want Short Round’s first Saturday as their son to be riddled with tension and frustration.

She closed the refrigerator with a prolonged, exasperated sigh and said nothing more. Indy eyed her as she retrieved her favorite whiskey from a cabinet, and she proceeded to remove the top with the intention of drinking directly from the bottle. “You know,” Indy said gently, bracing himself for the explosion that would most certainly follow his next statement, “if you’re so sure about this, why don’t you hold off on the drinking for some time?”

Glass shattered. “NO MORE DRINKS?!?!”

[bestepisode]

The top 8 episodes from each season will move on to the next round.

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Episode descriptions are under the cut.

Beginnings, Part 2

Wan discovers a second lion turtle city inhabited by airbenders, but no sooner has he arrived than Vaatu appears, turning other spirits dark and threatening to destroy the world. Determined to stop Vaatu, Wan resolves to master additional elements with Raava's help, and prepare for the 'Harmonic Convergence', during which Vaatu and an increasingly weakened Raava will battle for the fate of the world. Wan and Raava fail to stop a bloody war initiated between the humans and spirits by Vaatu. Arriving at the Southern spirit portal, Wan and Raava enter the spirit world and join battle against Vaatu by having Raava temporarily inhabit Wan. The battle goes poorly, but when Harmonic Convergence begins, Wan and Raava are able to fuse together permanently, thereby becoming the first Avatar. After sealing Vaatu in the Tree of Time, Wan convinces the spirits to return to the spirit world and seals the portals, becoming the "bridge" between the two worlds himself. Years later, a dying Wan lies on a smoldering battlefield and apologizes to Raava for not bringing peace to the world. But Raava assures him that their journey has only just begun; they will have many lives together in the avatar cycle of reincarnation. Korra awakens, memories restored, and leaves the island intent on stopping Unalaq's plans, whatever they may be, for the next Harmonic Convergence, which is mere weeks away.

The Guide

Korra seeks Tenzin's help to enter the spirit world; but much to Tenzin's frustration, their attempts fail; Korra is instead guided by Jinora, who proves to have a strong connection to the spirits. In Republic City, Mako continues his investigation of Varrick. When Asami goes to cheer Mako up, his apartment is raided by the police and they find evidence, planted by Varrick, that he was responsible for the thefts from Future Industries, resulting in his second arrest. At the South Pole, Unalaq fails to open the sealed North Pole portal himself, and reports to Vaatu, who promises that Korra shall come to them.

A New Spiritual Age

In the spirit world with Jinora, Korra must contend with the difficult relationships between spirits. When the two are separated, Korra is transformed into a childlike version of herself. She is rescued by Iroh, who has "retired" into the spirit world and who teaches her that she must exert strong control over her emotions in the spirit world, among other lessons, allowing Korra to travel to the Tree of Time, where the portals meet in the spirit world. Meanwhile, Jinora finds Wan Shi Tong's library and convinces the Spirit of Knowledge to allow her to learn about the spirit portals. While learning that Vaatu's seal can indeed be broken if both portals are opened during Harmonic Convergence, Jinora learns that Wan Shi Tong is in league with Unalaq. Attempting to rescue Jinora, Korra is forced by Unalaq to open the northern portal. After a short battle, Korra is rescued by a friendly spirit and forced out of the spirit world without Jinora, whose inanimate physical body remains in a coma-like state.

Night of a Thousand Stars

Bolin visits Mako in prison, and Mako tries to warn his brother against Varrick. Disbelieving him, Bolin goes to the finale of his "movers" series, which President Raiko is also attending. During the performance, Bolin foils an apparent attempt to kidnap President Raiko. When he interrogates one of the kidnappers, the man incriminates Varrick, who is promptly arrested, with Mako freed. Korra warns President Raiko about Harmonic Convergence and Unalaq's plans, but President Raiko retains his army to defend Republic City. Korra turns to Varrick, who agrees to give her his personal battleship. At the South Pole, Tonraq is defeated in a grueling duel by Unalaq.

Harmonic Convergence

Senna tells Korra and her friends that the Southern resistance has been defeated and Tonraq captured. Meanwhile, Jinora nears death. With Harmonic Convergence hours away, Korra and her friends stage a frontal attack on the fortified South Pole, wherein everybody except Bumi is captured. Bumi infiltrates the camp and through a series of absurdities which mirror the supposed "tall tales" which he often tells, annihilates all opposition, freeing Korra and her friends. Korra and numerous of her allies follow Unalaq into the portal, while Asami takes an injured Tonraq to Katara for healing. While Tenzin, Kya, and Bumi seek Jinora, Korra goes to close the portals while Mako and Bolin hold off Unalaq, who reveals that he plans to unite with Vaatu to become a Dark Avatar and rule the world. Korra is too late to close the portal and Harmonic Convergence begins; Vaatu is freed for the first time in 10,000 years.

Darkness Falls

Korra tries to imprison Vaatu while Mako and Bolin attempt to keep Unalaq out of the spirit world. With help from Desna and Eska, Unalaq overpowers Mako and Bolin, ambushes Korra, and merges with Vaatu, becoming the Dark Avatar. Korra and Unalaq then battle each other in their respective Avatar States. In the Spirit World, Tenzin and his siblings come across Iroh, who indicates how to find Jinora. The siblings then venture into the Fog of Lost Souls, which drives humans mad with their self-doubts. Kya and Bumi quickly succumb to the fog and Tenzin nearly does as well, but is visited by a vision of Aang, by whose advice Tenzin temporarily clears the fog and frees his relatives, accepted his destiny as separate from that of his father for the first time in his life. Mako and Bolin convince Eska and Desna to free them, but are unable to render aid to Korra in time; Vaatu tears Raava, his others half, out of Korra and Unalaq severs her connection with her past lives. Jinora spiritually senses the destruction of Raava and goes to help. Unalaq transforms into "Unavaatu", the strongest, an enormously powerful dark spirit and departs into the physical world, determined to destroy it and remake it in a fashion of his own choosing.

Light in the Dark

Tenzin and his siblings find Korra and her friends wounded and unconscious. Once healed by Kya, Korra states that with Raava gone the cycle is over and she is now likely the last Avatar. Unavaatu attacks Republic City. During the attack, Varrick escapes prison. In the Spirit World, Tenzin leads Korra to the Tree of Time and tells her to meditate within it. As she meditates, Korra unlocks previously untapped spiritual potential and teleports to Republic City to discover a fragment of Raava within Vaatu; the spirits of light and dark cannot exist without each other and one will always regrow from within the other. Jinora's spirit illuminates the fragment, and Korra withdraws Raava and purifies Unavaatu, killing Unalaq and defeating Vaatu. Tenzin, Kya, Bumi, Mako, Bolin, Desna and Eska defend Korra's body from attacking dark spirits. Korra and Raava return and use Harmonic Convergence to re-merge; the Avatar Spirit is reformed, but Korra's link with the previous Avatars appears to remain lost. After deep contemplation, Korra decides to leave the spirit portals open, believing that spirits and humans can find a way to coexist and should be allowed the chance. She also declares the Southern Water Tribe to now be independent from the North as its own state. Korra and Mako end their romantic relationship, but pledge to remain friends. Korra declares that the world has entered into a new age.

[seanpultz]

Characters:

Harrison Ford as Dr. Henry "Indiana" Jones, Jr.

Alicia Vikander as Dr. Isabella Johansson 

John Rhys-Davies as Sallah Mohammed Faisel el-Kahir

Ken Watanabe as Hiroshi Tanaka 

Tomohiro Ishii as Kenji

and

Ke Huy Quan as Wan Li aka Short Round

In the shadowy forge nestled within the tranquil hills of Sagami, the flames of the charcoal fire danced hypnotically as the hammer sang its rhythmic song of creation. Gorō Nyūdō Masamune, his face etched with the lines of a life dedicated to the ancient craft, paused for a brief moment to admire the fiery glow of the steel on the anvil before him. With a deep, steady breath, he raised his hammer once more, each strike a silent declaration of his mastery over the unyielding metal. The year was 1288, and the end of the tumultuous Kamakura period loomed, yet in this sanctuary of fire and steel, time held its breath as the legend of Japan's greatest swordsmith was being forged.

The Honjō Masamune, a living testament to Masamune's unrivaled skill, had journeyed through the annals of history, touching the hands of warlords and shaping the fate of battles. Its storied past grew richer with each passing year, as the blade, though marred by the scars of combat, remained a symbol of unparalleled craftsmanship and power. After the epochal encounter with General Honjō Shigenaga, the sword found itself in the possession of Toyotomi Hidetsugu, a man whose own destiny was entwined with the tumultuous era of warring states. As the blade passed from one notable owner to another, its legend grew, until it finally rested in the esteemed hands of Tokugawa Ieyasu, the founder of the Tokugawa Shogunate. Through generations of Tokugawa rulers, the Honjō Masamune remained a treasured emblem of their power and lineage, revered and maintained with the utmost care. Yet, the capricious hand of fate had other plans for this legendary weapon. As the curtain closed on the feudal epoch and the sun of the Meiji Restoration rose, the sword, along with Japan's storied past, was swept into the chaos of modernity. During the occupation by the United States at the end of World War II, the Honjō Masamune, like so many other relics of Japan's martial heritage, was caught in the tumultuous tide of change. Tokugawa Iemasa, the sword's custodian, made the difficult decision to surrender the blade to the Mejiro police station in December 1945, hoping it would be preserved for posterity. The enigmatic "Sgt. Coldy Bimore" emerged as the last known figure to claim the sword, and with his mysterious disappearance, the Honjō Masamune slipped into the veil of the unknown. Its current whereabouts remain shrouded in the mists of time, leaving historians and enthusiasts alike to ponder the fate of this national treasure, a silent sentinel to the unyielding spirit of Japan's greatest swordsmith.

In the bustling metropolis of New York City, 1947, the grand ballroom of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel shimmered with opulence, a stark contrast to the gritty battlefields and dusty ruins Dr. Henry "Indiana" Jones Jr. was more accustomed to. Dressed impeccably in a tailored tuxedo, the renowned archaeologist stood before a sea of esteemed academics and patrons of Marshall College, his heart swelling with a rare blend of pride and humility. As he took the podium to accept the prestigious award for his unparalleled contributions to historical preservation, the room hushed to a respectful silence. His eyes, though weary from the years spent chasing artifacts across the globe, gleamed with the passion that had driven him to unearth the lost and forgotten. The applause resonated through the grand hall as he began his speech, his voice a blend of the charismatic professor and the seasoned adventurer. "I am deeply honored to receive this recognition," he said, his tone earnest yet tinged with the humility of a man who knew the true value of the artifacts he safeguarded. "But let us not forget that our quest for knowledge is an ever-evolving journey, and with each discovery, we are merely uncovering a page from a book with countless unwritten chapters." He paused, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "The true treasure is not the artifacts themselves, but the stories they whisper from the annals of time, stories that remind us of the indomitable human spirit and the boundless potential of our shared history." The audience hung on his every word, captivated by the tales of ancient civilizations and the mysteries that still lay hidden beneath the sands and within the jungles.

As the grandiose festivities of the evening wound to a close, Indiana Jones stepped out of the taxi and into the cool embrace of the New York night, the city's neon lights painting the sidewalks with an electric glow. His townhouse, a bastion of calm amidst the urban sprawl, stood as a silent sentinel to the adventures that had shaped his life. Upon reaching the front door, he was met with an unexpected sight—a stoic Japanese courier, clad in traditional attire, standing with an air of urgency. The courier, with a deep bow, presented him with a meticulously wrapped parcel. "For Dr. Henry Jones, Jr.," he intoned, his voice a soft whisper in the night. Recognizing the kanji inscribed upon the delicate paper, Jones's curiosity piqued. With trembling hands, he carefully unfurled the scroll within. The parchment was ancient, its fibers whispering of a time long lost to the ravages of history. Upon it, a cryptic message danced in a delicate script, hinting at the whereabouts of the legendary Honjō Masamune. His heart racing, Indiana knew that he had been handed the first clue to a mystery that could rewrite the narrative of not only his career but the very fabric of Japanese history itself. The whispers of the scroll grew louder in his mind, beckoning him to embark on a quest that would lead him back to the land of the rising sun, where the legacy of Gorō Nyūdō Masamune awaited, shrouded in the shadows of the past and the chaos of the recent war. The stage was set for an adventure that would challenge his intellect, his courage, and his very understanding of the world.

Indiana Jones stepped into the dimly lit study, the scent of aged books and dusty artifacts greeting him like old friends. His eyes searched the room until they found Dr. Isabella Johansson, her brunette hair swept back in a bun as she pored over a stack of ancient tomes. "Bella," he called out, his voice a warm baritone that resonated through the cluttered space. She looked up, her piercing blue eyes lighting up with excitement at the sight of him. "Indy! What brings you here?"

He held out the unfurled scroll, the kanji seeming to pulse with life in the flickering candlelight. "I've got a lead on the Honjō Masamune," he said, his voice a mix of anticipation and urgency. "It's still in Japan."

Dr. Johansson took the scroll with reverent care, her eyes scanning the delicate script. "Ah, the work of a master," she murmured. "But the trail is cold. It's been lost for centuries."

"Not anymore," Indy said, his gaze intense. "I have reason to believe it's in the hands of someone who doesn't fully understand its significance."

Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned closer to the scroll. "This…this is a map of sorts. A cryptic poem guiding the reader to its location."

"What does it say?" he pressed.

"In dawn's first light, where cherry blossoms sway, a swarm of giants, with wingspan wide as day," Isabella recited, her voice a soft melody that danced with the shadows in the room.

Indy leaned in, his eyes alight with excitement. "Sounds like we're looking for a place with a grove of large, old trees, possibly with significant historical or cultural value."

"Indeed," she nodded, her fingers tracing the kanji. "The second passage is more intriguing. 'In twilight's hush, where ancient stones do sleep, a sentinel of coils, a guardian deep, with eyes that pierce the heart of night, guards secrets hidden from the light.' It speaks of a stone statue, perhaps a dragon, in a quiet, possibly sacred location."

"A dragon, huh?" Indiana mused, stroking his chin. "Could be a Shinto shrine or an ancient burial site."

"And the third," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "Where snow-capped grandeur meets the sky, a whispered truth is waiting nigh, the silence broken by the wind's sigh, a hidden key, for eyes to apply. In ancient heartbeats, secrets sleep where fiery whispers weave a mystic keep, a gateway to the depths below where shadows dance, and embers glow."

The archaeologist's eyes narrowed as he pictured the scene. "A mountainous region, likely with an active volcano nearby, and a hidden chamber within it all."

They exchanged a knowing look, the weight of the mystery heavy in the air. The Honjō Masamune was out there, somewhere between the lines of ancient poetry and the whispers of the past, waiting for them to unravel its secrets. The adventure had only just begun.

With the pieces of the puzzle laid before them, Indiana Jones knew that the quest for the Honjō Masamune would not be one he could undertake alone. He needed a team as diverse and skilled as the challenges they would face. His thoughts immediately turned to his trusted comrades from past adventures: Sallah, the Egyptian excavator whose knowledge of ancient secrets was matched only by his unrivaled bravery, and Short Round, the young prodigy from their escapade in India, who had grown into a resourceful and daring pilot. He also knew that Dr. Isabella Johansson's expertise in Japanese culture and artifacts would be invaluable in navigating the uncharted waters of the quest ahead.

Assembling his team, Indiana sent a coded message to Sallah, who was working on a dig in the Middle East. Within days, the stoic Egyptian arrived in New York, his eyes alight with the fire of adventure. Short Round, now a young man with a penchant for leather jackets and a devil-may-care attitude, answered the call from his new life in San Francisco, eager to rejoin his mentor. Dr. Johansson, whose curiosity had been piqued by the enigmatic scroll, readily agreed to join the expedition, bringing her sharp intellect and extensive knowledge of Japan's storied past.

Together, they stood in the shadow of the city's towering skyscrapers, an unlikely quartet bound by fate and the pursuit of the extraordinary. As they boarded the plane to Japan, the whispers of the scroll grew stronger, guiding them toward a destiny that would intertwine their lives with the legend of Gorō Nyūdō Masamune. The adventure of a lifetime awaited them, a journey fraught with peril and discovery, as they sought to reclaim the lost legacy of Japan's greatest swordsmith and solve the riddle of the Honjō Masamune.

As the aircraft droned on through the night, Indiana Jones leaned over the map spread out on the makeshift table, his eyes scanning the contours of Japan. "The poem points us to a place of great natural beauty and historical significance," he murmured, his finger tracing the path from the cherry blossom grove to the volcanic mountain range.

Sallah, his eyes gleaming with excitement, leaned in. "The dragon statue could be in any one of the thousands of shrines scattered across the country."

Short Round, peering over their shoulders, interjected with a grin. "But we got the smarts to figure it out, right, Doctor Jones?"

Isabella, her gaze lingering on the scroll, spoke softly. "The third verse hints at a fiery location, a volcanic cave, perhaps."

"And that's where we'll find the key to the sword's resting place," Indy concluded, his voice firm with determination.

In the opulent mansion of Hiroshi Tanaka, a wealthy and notorious collector of looted artifacts, the air was thick with the scent of greed and ambition. His eyes gleamed with a cold, calculated hunger as he surveyed his latest acquisitions. "The Honjō Masamune," he murmured, stroking the edge of a glossy photograph. "It would be the crown jewel of my collection." Turning to his henchman, Kenji, a man of few words but unquestionable loyalty and brute strength, he barked an order. "Find it, no matter the cost. I want that sword." Kenji nodded, his stoic gaze revealing nothing of the challenges ahead. As the archaeologist and his team approached Japan, unbeknownst to them, a shadowy web of danger was being spun around the very artifact they sought. With a gesture to his gang of thugs dressed in the garb of ancient samurai, Tanaka set in motion a relentless pursuit that would soon clash with Indiana Jones' own quest for the legendary blade. "Do not disappoint me," he warned, his voice as sharp as the steel they sought. Kenji's eyes never left his employer's as he bowed to him as if he responded, "It will be done." And with that, the chase for the Honjō Masamune grew more perilous, as the line between historical preservation and cold-hearted greed grew ever finer.

"In dawn's first light, where cherry blossoms sway, a swarm of giants, with wingspan wide as day," Indy recited from the scroll, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The four of them had arrived in Japan, the land of the rising sun, and the quest for the Honjō Masamune had brought them to the outskirts of Kyoto, a city renowned for its beauty and storied past. The air was crisp with the promise of spring, and the first hints of pink blossoms kissed the branches of the ancient trees that lined the streets. "It's clear," he said, turning to the others, "that we need to find a place where cherry blossoms grow in abundance."

Sallah, ever the pragmatist, spoke up. "But Indy, Kyoto is known as the City of Ten Thousand Shrines. There are countless places where such a grove might exist."

"True," Isabella mused, "but we must consider the giants with a wingspan as wide as day. It's not just any grove we're looking for—it's one that holds significance, one that has been touched by the hands of time."

Short Round, his eyes sparkling with excitement, pointed to a map they had procured. "What about this place? It's got a bunch of big ol' trees and a shrine too!"

Indy leaned in, scrutinizing the map. "The Fushimi Inari Shrine," he murmured. "It's famous for its thousands of vermilion torii gates, which could be seen as a swarm of giants from the right perspective."

"And it's not just the gates," Isabella added. "The shrine is dedicated to Inari, the god of rice, tea, and sake. The foxes here are considered to be its messengers. Perhaps the 'wingspan wide as day' refers to the fox tails, which are often depicted as being incredibly large."

They arrived at the breathtaking Fushimi Inari Shrine as the first light of dawn kissed the vermilion gates. The air was thick with anticipation and the sweet scent of the blooming sakura. As they approached the base of the sacred mountain, a buzzing grew louder, a sound that seemed almost in harmony with the rustle of leaves and whispers of the early morning wind. "The swarm of giants," Sallah murmured, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before them. The cherry blossom trees, usually a vision of serene beauty, were indeed hosting a swarm of giants—but not the kind they had expected. Hundreds of suzumebachi, the giant Japanese hornets, swarmed through the air, their wings casting shadows like the flitting of a thousand tiny swords. "Suzumebachi," Isabella whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and horror. "Their sting is said to be more painful than a snake's bite and can dissolve flesh."

Indy's gaze sharpened, his hand reflexively reaching for the whip at his side. "We've got to be careful," he warned, his eyes darting around the perimeter of the grove. "These creatures are the most dangerous in Japan."

Short Round whistled lowly. "They don't look like they're in the mood for tourists."

"Let's stick together," Isabella instructed, her voice calm despite the fear etched on her face. "And try not to disturb them."

"We can't go in there unprotected," Dr. Johansson said, her voice tight with concern as she eyed the swarm of suzumebachi.

Indy nodded, his mind racing. "Sallah, grab those paper lanterns from the shrine," he instructed. "They're made of strong material and could shield us."

"And what of the smoke?" Sallah asked, pointing to the nearby incense burner.

"Exactly," Indy said, a plan forming. "The smoke from the incense might keep them at bay."

They quickly worked together, soaking the paper lanterns in the sweet-smelling incense water. As they approached the grove, they lit the lanterns, creating a billowy barrier of smoke around themselves. The buzzing grew more frantic, but the hornets hovered just outside their makeshift shield.

"Let's move," Indy said, his voice a low rumble. "We need to find the next clue before these guys get too curious."

They ventured deeper into the grove, the soft light from the lanterns casting an eerie glow on the ancient stone fox statues. Finally, they reached a clearing where a solitary torii gate stood, its vermilion paint faded with age. Hidden in the crook of the gate's wooden structure was a small, intricately carved wooden box. With trembling hands, Isabella reached for it, her eyes never leaving the swarm of hornets that watched them from a safe distance.

"Careful," Indy warned, his whip at the ready.

The box opened with a gentle click, revealing a single, ancient key, its metal gleaming with an untouched sheen. It was the key to the crumbling temple, the next piece of the puzzle in their quest for the Honjō Masamune. As they pocketed the key, the sun broke through the clouds, casting a warm light upon the shrine and the surrounding city of Kyoto. The hornets dispersed, their wings catching the light in a dance of gold. With the first clue secured, they knew their adventure had only just begun.

Indiana Jones's heart raced as he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps crackling through the fallen leaves behind them. He whipped around, his eyes locking onto Kenji and his gang of Tanaka's goons, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Without a word, Kenji signaled his men to give chase. The four friends took off, their boots pounding the ground as they sprinted through the ancient grove, the whip of Indy's trusty bullwhip crackling through the air. The suzumebachi, disturbed by the commotion, grew agitated, their buzzing crescendoing into a deafening roar. The goons pursued them relentlessly, their swords glinting in the early morning light. As the chase grew more intense, the archaeologist noticed the hornets swarming around their pursuers, drawn to the movement and the scent of fear. In a desperate gamble, Indy shouted, "Split up! Use the smoke!"

The friends scattered, their lanterns casting a confusing maze of smoke. Kenji's henchmen stumbled, their cries of pain piercing the air as the hornets descended upon them, their stings merciless. Kenji, his face a mask of rage, remained unfazed, his eyes never leaving Indy's. The archaeologist knew they had to act fast. He led his companions in a daring leap over a nearby stone wall, the ancient key clutched tightly in Isabella's hand. As they landed safely on the other side, they watched in horror as the swarm engulfed the pursuers, their screams drowned by the relentless buzzing. Kenji, the sole survivor, retreated into the fog of battle, his mission failed but his determination unshaken.

The adventurers exchanged a grim look, the gravity of their situation sinking in. They had escaped unscathed, but the danger had only just begun. The path ahead was fraught with peril, and the fate of the Honjō Masamune hung in the balance. With the sun now fully risen, they set their sights on the volcanic region whispered about in the scroll's verses, the next stage of their quest beckoning them forward. The adventure had taken a darker turn, but Indiana Jones and his intrepid team were not easily deterred. They had the key, and with it, the hope of unlocking the secrets of Japan's greatest swordsmith.

"In twilight's hush, where ancient stones do sleep, a sentinel of coils, a guardian deep, with eyes that pierce the heart of night, guards secrets hidden from the light," Isabella murmured, her eyes scanning the horizon as the setting sun painted the sky in a palette of fiery oranges and deep purples. The cryptic words of the scroll had led them to the outskirts of Kyoto, to the foot of a dormant volcano. The silhouette of a crumbling temple, reclaimed by nature, stood proudly against the backdrop of the mountain's fiery past. "It must be here," she said with certainty, her voice barely audible above the whisper of the evening breeze.

Indy nodded, his gaze fixed on the ancient structure. "The sentinel with eyes that pierce the night… Could it be referring to a dragon statue within the temple?"

Sallah looked skeptical. "But how will we find it in the dark?"

Short Round grinned, pulling out a flashlight from his pocket. "I got us covered, Dr. Jones."

Indiana patted the young man's shoulder. "Good thinking, Shorty." He turned to Isabella. "Let's move. Time is not on our side."

"Careful," Indiana warned as they approached the shadowy entrance of the ancient temple, the dragon's eyes gleaming ominously in the dim light. "These places are often rigged with traps."

"Got it, Dr. Jones," Short Round called back, his flashlight beam dancing over the intricate stone carvings that adorned the walls.

They moved cautiously, their footsteps echoing through the silent halls. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the whispers of the past. Sallah's keen eyes spotted the first trap—a pit filled with spikes, cleverly concealed by a rotting wooden floorboard. "Look out!" he shouted, and the group leaped aside just in time.

"Thanks, Sallah," Isabella said, her breath ragged with excitement.

They encountered more traps—poison darts shooting from the walls, a floor that gave way to reveal a pool of acid, and a ceiling rigged to collapse. Each time, they worked together, using their wits and reflexes to stay one step ahead of the ancient protections.

"We're getting closer," Indy murmured, his gaze on the map. "The dragon statue should be in the inner sanctum."

"And the guardian deep," Sallah added, his eyes on the shadows that danced with the light of their torches.

As they navigated the treacherous path, the whispers grew louder, the air charged with an ancient power that seemed to hum through the very stones. They could feel the presence of the Honjō Masamune, its essence a beacon drawing them forward.

Finally, they reached the chamber where the dragon statue resides.

Indiana Jones stepped into the chamber, his eyes drawn to the massive dragon statue that dominated the space. Its eyes, made of polished obsidian, gleamed in the flickering torchlight, seemingly alive with ancient wisdom. "This must be the guardian," he murmured.

Isabella nodded, her eyes widening. "But look, it's hollow."

Indy approached the statue, his hands tracing the intricate carvings. He felt a slight vibration, a hint of something hidden within. "Give me a hand, Sallah," he said, gripping the base of the statue.

Together, they pried it open, the stone groaning with the weight of centuries. Inside, nestled in a velvet-lined compartment, lay a second key, its metal gleaming with the promise of secrets yet to be unlocked.

"We've found it," Indy exclaimed, his voice echoing through the chamber.

Indy's triumph was short-lived as a low hissing filled the chamber, sending a cold shiver down his spine. He looked up to find a monstrous anaconda, its scales shimmering in the torchlight, coiled around the pedestal where the dragon statue had once stood guard. "Not again," he muttered, his fear of snakes bubbling to the surface. The snake's eyes locked onto him, unblinking and menacing. "Indy, what do we do?" Short Round's voice trembled, his flashlight shaking in his hand.

"Hold still, Indy!" Dr. Johansson called out, her voice steady amidst the chaos.

Indy's eyes darted from the snake to his friends, his mind racing. "What do we do, Bella?"

"The key!" she exclaimed, her gaze fixed on the gleaming metal in his hand. "It's the key to the next puzzle!"

Indy nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as the anaconda lunged. He dove to the side, the snake's fangs snapping shut mere inches from his face. Sallah stepped forward, his eyes never leaving the serpent as he recited an ancient incantation, his hand holding a small bag of dust.

"Now, Sallah!" Isabella shouted.

With a swift motion, Sallah tossed the dust into the snake's eyes, momentarily blinding it. The creature recoiled with a furious hiss, giving Indy the opening he needed. He rolled away from the snake and sprinted toward the exit, the key clutched in his fist.

Short Round, ever the quick-thinker, grabbed a torch from the wall and hurled it at the snake, setting its tail ablaze. The anaconda writhed in pain, its attention diverted.

"Let's go!" Indy yelled, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Move!" Indy shouted, the sizzling sound of the anaconda's burning tail ringing in their ears. They sprinted through the temple, the snake's hissing pursuit growing louder with each passing second. The floor grew slick with the creature's venom, making their footing precarious. "This way!" Sallah pointed to a chamber ahead, and they dashed in, the snake slithering relentlessly behind them. Inside, they found themselves at the edge of the same pool of acid they had so narrowly avoided earlier. The creature's hisses grew more furious as it approached the room's entrance.

"Go!" Indy bellowed, pushing his friends onto the bridge. As the last of them reached the other side, the snake slammed into the stone barrier, its body writhing in fury. The bridge began to retract, and the snake lunged again, its eyes on the prize.

"Indy, now!" Short Round yelled, his eyes wide with terror.

With a grim nod, Indiana Jones stepped onto the bridge. The snake's massive head shot out, jaws gaping, only to be met with the crushing weight of the stone slab as the bridge disappeared beneath it. The anaconda's tail slipped over the edge, and with a final, agonized screech, it plummeted into the pool of acid, its body dissolving into a hissing, bubbling mess.

"Let's not do that again," Indy said, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Agreed," Sallah said with a shaky laugh.

As Indiana Jones clutched the second key, the sound of a heavy footstep echoed through the chamber. Kenji emerged from the shadows, his eyes a cold, unblinking void. The room grew tense, the air thick with the promise of violence. The adventurers braced themselves, but before anyone could speak, Kenji struck. His fist connected with Indy's jaw with the force of a hammer, and the archaeologist crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The key slipped from his grasp, clattering on the stone floor. Kenji bent down, his eyes gleaming with victory, and retrieved the precious artifact. Without a word, he turned and disappeared into the labyrinth of the temple, leaving Isabella, Sallah, and Short Round staring in shock at their fallen comrade.

Indiana Jones groaned as consciousness returned, his head pounding in rhythm with his racing heart. He blinked, the world coming into focus as he took in the opulent surroundings of the mansion. "Where are we?" he rasped, his voice thick with pain.

"Welcome to my humble abode," a suave voice replied. Hiroshi Tanaka emerged from the shadows, his smile more predatory than welcoming. "I've been eager to make your acquaintance, Dr. Jones."

Isabella's voice was tight with anger. "What have you done to him?"

Tanaka waved a hand dismissively. "Just a little persuasion. Nothing permanent." He gestured to the room around them, filled with artifacts that gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers. "You must forgive Kenji. He doesn't speak. But he is very dutiful." Jones still numb from the blow he received said, "Perhaps a little too dutiful. If you wanted to invite me into your home, all you had to do was ask."

"Ah, but you see, Dr. Jones," Tanaka began, his smile never wavering, "I am a collector of history, much like yourself. However, our methods differ. You seek to preserve, while I seek to acquire. Both noble pursuits, wouldn't you say?"

Indiana glared at him, his jaw clenched. "Looting is not noble. It's theft and desecration."

Tanaka chuckled, a sound like shifting sands. "A harsh accusation, coming from one who thrives on the thrill of discovery. Tell me, do you not crave the power of knowing secrets lost to time?"

"I crave knowledge, not power," Indy retorted, his eyes scanning the room.

"Ah, but knowledge is power," Tanaka said, his gaze lingering on the Honjō Masamune displayed on the far wall. "And with the Honjō Masamune, I shall write the next chapter of history."

"The sword is a piece of Japan's soul," Isabella interjected, her voice firm. "It belongs in a museum, not in the hands of a man who would exploit it."

Tanaka's smile grew colder. "A museum is but a prison for the past. I will give it new life, new purpose."

"You're wrong," Indy said, pushing himself to his feet, despite the ache in his jaw. "The sword is a testament to the spirit of its creator, Gorō Nyūdō Masamune. It's not a tool for your personal ambition."

"Your sentiment is touching, but misguided," Tanaka said, his voice like a silk-wrapped dagger. "Masamune's spirit is long gone. The sword is just metal, waiting for a worthy master to wield it. And that master is me."

"You're not worthy," Sallah growled, his eyes flashing with defiance.

Tanaka chuckled. "We shall see, won't we?"

"But we need the third clue to complete the puzzle," Indy said, his eyes never leaving Tanaka's. "Where is it?"

Tanaka's smile grew smug. "Ah, the final piece of the riddle. You need not worry about that, Dr. Jones. I have already uncovered its location."

"Where?" Isabella demanded, her voice tight with urgency.

"Mount Fuji," Indy murmured, the realization dawning in his eyes. "The final resting place of the Honjō Masamune."

Tanaka nodded, his smile widening. "Indeed. The whispered truth lies at the summit, where the fiery whispers of its volcanic past give way to the mystic keep. The key is hidden there, waiting for one with the eyes to see."

"And you think you're that person?" Sallah challenged, his hand resting protectively on Isabella's shoulder.

Tanaka stepped closer, his gaze intense. "I know I am. But I'm willing to share the glory… if you help me find it."

Indy's eyes narrowed. "We're not in this for glory," he said firmly. "We're here to ensure the sword's legacy remains intact."

"Ah, but legacies are malleable," Tanaka countered.

"The whispers of the ancients lead us to the fiery embrace of Fujisan," Tanaka declared, his eyes gleaming with greed as they stood at the base of the mighty volcano. "The Honjō Masamune awaits within." With Kenji at his side, the collector began to recite an incantation in a language lost to time, his words weaving a spell that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath their feet. The ground trembled, and a hidden path revealed itself, leading to a cave that had remained untouched by the ravages of time. As they descended into the darkness, the air grew thick with anticipation. The flaming torches cast flickering shadows on the walls, the whispers of the volcano's fiery past a stark reminder of the power that lay ahead.

"Here," Tanaka announced, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. "The mystic keep."

The adventurers exchanged wary glances, the gravity of their quest weighing heavily upon them. Together, they approached the ancient pedestal at the center of the chamber, where the sword lay, untouched by the centuries. Its blade gleamed with an otherworldly light, the embodiment of Masamune's unparalleled craftsmanship. The third key, a perfect fit, was nestled in a niche beside it.

Indiana Jones watched with a mix of horror and fascination as Tanaka's fingers brushed against the Honjō Masamune. The sword hummed with an eerie energy, resonating with the very core of the volcano. "What have you done?" he shouted as the ground began to tremble violently.

Tanaka's smile was one of mad triumph. "I have claimed the power of Masamune," he said, his voice shaking with the tremors.

"Fool," Sallah murmured, his eyes wide with fear. "The sword is not meant to be wielded by the unworthy."

The tremors grew stronger, and a deafening roar filled the chamber. "The volcano," Isabella gasped. "It's about to erupt!"

As the earth heaved beneath them, Tanaka's eyes grew cold. "Kenji," he barked. "Ensure our friends here do not leave this mountain alive." Tanaka taking the Honjō Masamune with him.

Short Round unleashed a barrage of marbles at the thug advancing on them. The man slipped, his arms flailing as he tumbled backward into the fiery abyss, his screams swallowed by the hungry maw of the volcano. The distraction was all they needed. With a swift kick, Indy sent another thug stumbling into the lava, the intense heat searing the air around them. The remaining henchmen, their faces a mix of shock and fear, drew their weapons, but not before Sallah and Isabella had managed to free themselves. The chamber erupted into a flurry of fists and steel as the four friends faced off against Tanaka's men. Swords clashed and fists flew, the ancient echoes of battles long past resonating through the volcanic chamber.

Indiana Jones, Dr. Johansson, Sallah, and Short Round sprinted through the collapsing cavern, the fiery maw of Mount Fuji's wrath at their heels. As they burst into the cool night air, the sound of the volcano's fury receded, only to be replaced by the clang of steel and the grunts of combat. Kenji, his eyes burning with silent rage, had emerged from the cave, blocking their path. "Indy, watch out!" Short Round yelled as Kenji lunged at them.

"I've got this," Indy said, his voice firm. He stepped forward, squaring off against the towering foe.

Indiana Jones and Kenji circled each other, the air crackling with tension. Indy knew that Kenji's silent loyalty to Tanaka was as much a weapon as his formidable size. With a roar, Kenji charged, his fists like sledgehammers. Indy dodged and weaved, his whip a blur as it cracked and danced around Kenji's body, seeking purchase. Each blow Kenji threw was met with a swift counter from Indy's fists. Despite his smaller stature, Indy's years of experience and unmatched agility kept him a step ahead. But Kenji was relentless, his powerful swings sending clouds of ash into the night sky.

Just as Kenji's next swing threatened to connect with Indiana's skull, a fiery projectile shot from the volcano's mouth, a lava bomb that seemed to have taken a page straight from a cartoon. It soared through the air, a fiery comet aimed directly at the brutish guard. With a sudden, comical twist of fate, the lava bomb slammed into Kenji, enveloping him in a fiery embrace. The behemoth's roar of anger was abruptly silenced as he disappeared beneath the molten rock, leaving only his charred silhouette etched against the night sky. The explosion of heat and light washed over the remaining combatants, forcing them to shield their eyes for a brief moment. When they looked again, Kenji was gone, claimed by the very mountain he had sought to conquer. The battlefield grew eerily still, the only sound the distant rumble of the volcano's fury. Indy, his heart racing, took a moment to catch his breath before turning back to the others.

Tanaka emerged from the volcanic fog, the Honjō Masamune gleaming in his grasp, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "Dr. Jones," he sneered, the earth trembling beneath them. "You dare stand between me and destiny?"

Indy gripped the katana of one of Tanaka's fallen thugs, his eyes locked with the mad collector's. "The sword is not meant to be used as a weapon of power," he said, his voice steady despite the trembling ground.

"And who are you to decide its fate?" Tanaka spat, raising the Masamune.

The two men charged at each other, their swords clashing in a fiery dance of steel and fury. The volcano's tremors grew more intense, sending showers of ash into the air. The sound of their blades ringing out like a symphony of ancient battles, each strike and parry echoing through the night. Tanaka, fueled by his obsession, was a formidable opponent, but Indiana Jones, driven by his unyielding commitment to preserve the past, matched him blow for blow. The air grew thick with the scent of sulfur and the taste of ash as they dueled, the fate of the legendary sword hanging in the balance.

The battle grew fiercer, the air thick with ash and the acrid scent of impending doom. Tanaka's superior strength began to overwhelm Indiana, and with a triumphant roar, he disarmed the archaeologist, sending his sword skittering across the rocky ground. "It ends here," Tanaka gloated, raising the Honjō Masamune for the final blow. But Indiana Jones was not so easily defeated. With a flick of his wrist, his bullwhip unfurled like a serpent, wrapping around the sword's hilt. As Tanaka stumbled, thrown off balance by the sudden loss of his weapon, Indy yanked the whip back with all his might. The Honjō Masamune arced through the air, landing with a thud at his feet.

"You cannot wield the power of Masamune," Indy said, his voice a thunderclap amidst the volcano's fury. "It is not yours for the taking."

With a snarl, Tanaka dove for the sword, but the earth beneath him opened up, swallowing him whole. He clung to the sword, his eyes wide with terror as the lava flow claimed him, his greedy grasp loosening. The volcano's roar grew deafening, and the ground beneath them shuddered violently.

"Indy, We're coming for you!" Short Round's voice cut through the deafening roar of the volcano as the helicopter hovered precariously above the ever-widening lava flow. Indiana Jones, the Honjō Masamune in hand, sprinted toward the edge of the fiery abyss, his eyes never leaving the rope that dangled just within his reach. With a mighty leap, he grasped it, feeling the intense heat of the lava sear his fingertips. Dr. Johansson and Sallah pulled with all their might from within the safety of the chopper, their expressions a mix of fear and determination. As the lava inched closer, Indy clung to the helicopter, his grip slipping. "Hold on to your potatoes, Indy!" Short Round shouted over the engine's whine. The archaeologist's muscles screamed in protest, but he refused to let go. With a final, desperate heave, they hauled him into the air, the sword's blade slicing through the fiery curtain below. As the lava swallowed the last of Tanaka's greed, the volcano's fury seemed to abate, its fiery breath retreating into the bowels of the earth. The helicopter soared away from the mountain, the legendary Honjō Masamune now secure in their possession, its journey to be continued by those who respected its legacy rather than sought to control it.

As the dust settled on the once fiery slopes of Mount Fuji, the helicopter touched down in the quiet streets of Tokyo. With a heavy heart, Indiana Jones handed the Honjō Masamune to the waiting officials, who treated the blade with the reverence it deserved. "It's where it belongs," he murmured to Dr. Johansson, who nodded solemnly. As they boarded the plane home, the weight of their adventure felt like a million tons lifted from their shoulders.

"Well, Indy," Sallah said with a tired smile, "another treasure saved from the clutches of greed."

"Not just saved," Isabella corrected, her eyes gleaming with pride. "Returned to its rightful place in history."

Short Round, his youthful exuberance undimmed, grinned. "And we're still breathing! That's a plus!"

Indy chuckled, his gaze lingering on the sword's gleaming blade through the plane's window. "The legacy of Masamune lives on," he said, his voice filled with a quiet satisfaction. "And we were a part of it."

The engines roared to life, and the aircraft began to ascend, leaving the land of the rising sun behind them. Yet, as the Honjō Masamune was returned to its place of honor, the whispers of its past and the echoes of their adventure remained, a reminder of the boundless potential of history's untold stories, waiting for the next brave souls to seek them out.

THE END

[trolloled]

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=> The quiet of the night was shattered by two loud blasts that come from the robot. You were thankful you were wearing earplugs. The recoil of the blast looked like it should have knocked the unit backwards, but it remained steady on its wheels.

=> The same could not be said for the dummy, which was now the owner of two huge holes blasted clear through its midsection. A few pieces of hard-packed cloth fell away from it.

"I╪ is capable of li/\/\i╪ed self-repair. I╪s onboard genera╪or can, in e/\/\ergencies, provide i╪s own recharge via solar energy."

"Ideally, however, i╪ is lef╪ ╪o charge using an ex╪erior source. E/\/\ergency charging is very slow."

"Co/\/\pared ╪o a flee╪-capable /\/\ili╪ary drone, ╪his is exceedingly cheaper, if /\/\uch less powerful. A good choice for ╪raders or colonis╪s on a budge╪."

=> You poke the side of your head a single time for emphasis.

"Crucially, i╪ is incapable of being overridden by ou╪side sources. For securi╪y's sake, I can'╪ say how, bu╪ a ╪echnopa╪h is no╪ able ╪o fully ╪ake con╪rol of i╪."

"Only ╪he owner, regis╪ered a╪ ╪he ╪i/\/\e of deploy/\/\en╪, is capable of co/\/\/\/\anding i╪. If ╪he owner is incapaci╪a╪ed, ╪he uni╪ will assu/\/\e a defensive pos╪ure."

"I╪ is capable of reading basic aggression in o╪hers, and will no╪ a╪╪ack when /\/\edical ╪rea╪/\/\en╪ is provided."

"I╪s s/\/\all s╪a╪ure and cheapness of produc╪ion /\/\ake i╪ a decep╪ively powerful crea╪ion. /\/\any of ╪he/\/\ can be fielded si/\/\ul╪aneously, al╪hough regis╪ering /\/\ore ╪han five ╪o a single person is no╪ reco/\/\/\/\ended."

"╪hey are hard coded ╪o refuse regis╪ry ╪o so/\/\eone already regis╪ered ╪o seven o╪her drones."

=> You pause, clearing your throat one last time while looking at the camera.

"╪he /\/\ili╪or: When you need an ar/\/\y of one, on de/\/\and."

=> You manage to avoid grimacing as the red light of the recording device winks off.

"God, I ha╪e having ╪o do produc╪ pi╪ches."

[violetjedisylveon]

I posted 3,114 times in 2022

That's 2,586 more posts than 2021!

260 posts created (8%)

2,854 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,820 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 2,569 posts

#cool art! - 362 posts

#cute art! - 308 posts

#toh - 230 posts

#vjs - 216 posts

#star wars - 102 posts

#sad art - 98 posts

#the owl house - 87 posts

#vjs au:p - 68 posts

#toh fanart - 61 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#someone needs to make their own visual media company that doesn't make creators fight for representation and absolutely dunk on disney

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Intruder

Summary: Eda stumbles upon an unknown Island and meets a powerful kid she assumes to be an orphan raising their brother. With some insitance from a certain annoying bird brain, she slowly starts to build up trust between herself and the orphaned Collector.

Word count: 6.4k (totally didn't forget this)

Warnings: Swearing, manipulation, child abuse, trauma, denial, sick kid.

A/N: a 3/4 baked fic for a 3/4 baked AU! The Collector is a traumatized baby now, you're welcome.

He Hatched (art/AU explination), Eda raises two gods AU here. Ao3 link here.

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Someone was on the island.

There was a stranger.

They sat up and checked on their brother, he was sleeping soundly. He was a heavy sleeper. That was good.

They picked him up gently and carried him over to his little hidey hole, placing him securely in the soft fabric of their hat. He liked sleeping in their hat.

They scratched between his horns and he cooed softly. They chuckled, he was so cute.

They left him sleeping while they went to check out the intruder.

The Guard was making it's rounds. It must not have detected the threat yet.

Small rocks fell far ahead. Cursing followed, sounds echoing through the empty stone halls.

They snuck closer, flying so as not to alert the intruder to their presence.

They caught a glimpse of orange near the entrance. There was someone in their home.

"Who's there?!"

They backed out of the sudden beam of light shot towards them. They didn't like others in their home.

"Go away." They called out.

The light swivled towards them, they covered their eyes and hissed.

"Wha- you're a kid! What are you doing here?" The stranger asked.

They backed out of the brightness and got a better look at the stranger.

She was a witch, she had fluffy short orange hair, was wearing a lot a red, had an owl staff, and somehow had a familiar presence.

"I live here with my baby brother, we're waiting for Dad to come back." They said.

Dad is coming back! He is, he is! He's not the Isles, he's not! Philip lied. He's a liar, liar pant on fire! Dad's coming for us! He pinky promised! They swore to themself.

The witch gave him a sympathetic look, pity. They didn't like pity, they didn't want it.

"Go please, you'll wake my brother, then he'll be upset and I'll be upset." They told the witch.

"It's raining, kid, I can't do that." The witch gestured outside at the rain.

They cocked their head to the side.

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127 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#4

One of my favorite thinga to do when reading a Clone Wars era Star Wars fic that has Obi-Wan and Cody interacting at all, is replace stuff like 'his general' 'his commander' 'his Jedi', with stuff like 'his husband' and 'his boyfriend'.

It's just really, really funny.

Like serious conversation happening in fic, Cody says something like 'my general is on his way as we speak' and it becomes, 'my husband is on his way as we speak'.

It's just fun.

128 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

#3

Collector and King Brothers AU Anyone?

AU where King's dad saw the Collector and went; 'Is anyone gonna be that god kid's parental figure?' And didn't wait for an answer. The Collector gets traumatized and manipulated by Philip. Then Eda finds the Collector and King and went; 'is anyone gonna take care of these kids?' And also didn't wait for an answer.

First chapter here

Why? I dunno, I have a lot of AUs already so here's another.

Long summary of AU the cut ⬇

So the Collector gets a dad and he teaches them how to be gentle because everyone else is fragile and easily breakable.

After being adopted, the Collector did catch the Owl Beast, because it was hurt and they helped it get better and the Owl Beast kinda just stuck around cause this funky little star child is pretty cool.

The Titan Trappers don't have the Collector helping them kill the Titans but they still somehow managed to kill a lot of the Titans, probably by manipulating the Collector into it.

The Owl Beast got really badly hurt in a fight so the Collector transformed it into a curse to allow it to recover but then lost it. They were really upset their friend was gone.

King's dad hides the Collector with King's egg and tells them to watch after King.

Now you can interoperate the drawing as the Collector actually talking to King's dad, but they're really talking to one of the murals of him on King's island.

Why? because angst :)

So King's dad dies and the Collector is alone with King's egg and the gooy guard thing(I forgot it's name) for centuries.

The Collector left the island a few times over the course of King's incubation period, mostly cause they got a little bored and needed something to do/eat, but he always came back to watch their lil bro.

On their last time out, they ran into Philip and, because they were taught stranger danger, they wanted nothing to do with him at first. Philip ended up lying/manipulating the Collector into trusting him and teaching him some things, like sigils and some stronger magic.

The Collector was really lonely and upset and blaming themself because it was partly their fault that the Titans died even if King's dad told him it was really their fault, so they were easier to manipulate than he normally would've been.

So Philip added another child to his 'Children I've manipulated/traumatized' list, he betrayed them when he found out that he was hiding something powerful, the Collector got hurt by Philip, which is where that scars from, so now the Collector doesn't trust him and is a little scared of him.

After the Philip situation, The Collector didn't leave King's island again and they were very distrusting of humans and witches.

Then King hatched and the Collector was super happy that his little brother was okay and safe and they could play with someone again. The Collector is very protective of King.

Eda still gets cursed by Lilith, she still finds the hidden island with King and the Collector on it later, partly because the Owl Beast sorta guided her there.

The Collector didn't like Eda on their island, and attacked her at first because they're traumatized and distrusting of everyone now.

Eda got them to calm down and talk a bit, they don't talk much now, they told her that he was protecting their baby brother from the bad witches and that they would like it if Eda left and didn't tell anyone.

Eda left but, she got worried about this kid living alone on a remote, uncharted island with a baby apparently, and the Owl Beast went into mom mode and kept trying to get back to the island with dead animals to feed the kids.

Eda went back to the island a few times and slowly built up trust with the Collector, enough that when Eda discovered little baby King, the Collector wasn't super mad cause King was a little sick and they sorta trusted Eda enough to let her help.

Tldr:

Eda slowly befriended the Collector and then brought them and King to the Owl House. Oh, and Eda calls the Collector Enzo.

So Eda unknowingly adopted two gods, and the Owl Beast decided, these are my kids even though one is older than me.

King gets his name, and Eda begrudgingly accepts that she is now a mom, then decided to be a better mom than hers was cause things still aren't good between them.

The Collector is scared of Philip/Belos, Eda didn't know why cause the Collector doesn't talk much and she's not going to pry into this clearly traumatized child, so she just does what she can for them. He gets some therapy, their therapist comes to the Owl House cause he doesn't like going out much.

Eda gives the Collector an illusion disguise with a concealment stone so they can feel more safe when they go out and less scared of getting spotted by Belos. The disguise just makes them look like a witch.

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151 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

#2

Flapjack going through his list of witches and demons that would make a good parent for his witch: Darius, Owl lady, Owl lady sister, Principal guy, Raine, Eberwolf...*proceeds to list every adult in the entire boiling isles census.*

Flapjack: okay, anyone, litterally anyone is better than the fucker he's living with now!

*Flapjack puts 'adopt me' sign on the back of Hunter's cape and waits for something to happen*

827 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

Pls ignore My #1 post of 2022, it's the 1 politically related thing I have. And I don't like politics.

The Earn It Act hurts everyone! Don't let it pass!

Sign the petitions here

Here(resist.bot)

here(change.org)

And check the reblogs, a lot of people have left links to websites discussing what this act does and how you can help fight it.

22,682 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

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[totallynotagentphilcoulson]

I’ve actually been considering making my first active forays back into fiction writing again by writing fanfic for Indiana Jones because it’s a fandom I’m into that doesn’t exactly have a shit-ton already but the main idea I’ve got is one that explains why the fuck Indy didn’t adopt Short Round but it is a bitch and a half to actually find information on both Connecticut and New York adoption laws circa 1935 (because that’s where Marshall College and Barnett College are located respectively) but knowing my luck I’d wing it and publish it somewhere and get the one person who knows those laws by heart commenting on how inaccurate I was

[holylulusworld]

Boy hates girl?

Title: Boy hates girl?

Square Filled: Stanford AU

Ship: AU!Dean x fem!Reader

Characters: Lisa Breaden

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: angst, language, arguments, kinda cheating, smut, protected sex, enemies to lovers, and they were roommates, mentions of cheating/post shitty relationships, implied smut, implied oral sex

Summary: Dean crashes into your life and won’t stop bugging you.

Word Count: 2,2 k

Written/Created for: @spnaubingo​​​​

2020 SPN AU BINGO Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Are you fucking serious, psycho?” hands-on your hips you growl at the guy standing in front of your door. “Did you follow me home? I already told you the pie is mine.”

“Wait—what?” the guy cocks his head, looks you up and down before he gets a piece of paper out. “No, no! Not you again. Crazy chick,” he retorts, eyes a little narrowed now. “Did you hurt my girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? What the fuck are you talking about? I came home,” now you lean in the doorframe, grinning like a winner, “ate a slice of the pie you wanted, and had a shower. I didn’t have the time to kill anyone.”

“This is my girl’s place,” you snatch the piece of paper out of the guy’s hand, frowning when you read your former roommate’s name. “She said I shall pick her up at seven.”

“Dude, that’s my former roommate and she doesn’t live here for like seven or eight weeks. I kicked her bitchy ass out,” handing the guy the piece of paper you snicker. “She liked to do this, ya know. Once in a while a guy came around and left heartbroken. Bitch doesn’t even have the guts to break up with a guy.”

“She wants to break up with me?” the guy sighs now and you pity him for a moment until you remember you hate him. “Fuck, here I am, trying to not be a one and done for once. Great job, Dean.”

“Wait…you are Dean Winchester!” you snicker, eyes roaming his body. “You must be last on her bucket list to fuck!”

“What the fuck!” Dean grunts, stepping closer to look over your shoulder. “Is this a sick game? Do you want to make fun of me, Lisa?”

“Dude, relax,” patting his shoulder you sigh. “Lisa, she had a bucket list of guys she wants to fuck during her time at Stanford. You were the last one,” licking your lips you look Dean all over again. “Don’t know why she broke up with you before you did the nasty.”

“I wanted to wait this time,” Dean hands you a single red rose, shaking his head. “I didn’t even like her that much. It’s just, my brother and his girlfriend called me a heartbreaker, and no one believes I can be faithful.”

“Only as you like to have sex and not commit doesn’t mean you are a bad person!” 

“Exactly,” nodding eagerly Dean licks his lips. “I never cheated on a girl. I’m young and want to live my life to the fullest. I do not promise a girl marriage or crap. If you go out with me,” he shamelessly drinks your body in, eyes stopping to your cleavage, “you’ll get dirty soon enough.”

“Ahem,” dipping your head you look past Dean to see your nosy neighbor watch you and the cocky guy. “You better come inside or Mrs. Nosy over there will talk trash about me again.”

“You wanna invite me in, sweetheart,” smirk on his plump lips Dean follows you inside your apartment, eyes immediately drifting toward your ass. “I like the view.”

“Asshole,” you know without looking that Dean was staring at your ass in your sleep shorts. “I wanted to have a nap after studying non-stop. How about coffee?”

“Can I have a slice of the pie too?” he asks, eyes drifting toward your legs when you stop in your tracks to turn around. 

“If you answer me one question, you’ll get a slice, Winchester,” he grins, eyes glued to your lips now. 

“Shoot me, sweetheart.”

“It’s Y/N and I want to know,” fisting his jacket you look up at Dean, lips pressed into a thin line, “if you fucked my former roommate.”

“Nope,” he purrs, leaning closer to inhale your shampoo. “I told you about my problems.”

“You mean the problems other people have with your lifestyle, Dean,” you pat his cheek before you turn back around to walk toward the kitchen. “I don’t do relationships either.”

“Why? I’m simply curious,” he asks, following you toward the kitchen.

“I like sex, not heartbreak,” you shrug, turning your attention toward the coffee machine. “How do you like it?”

“Rough, wet, a lot of kissing and I love to do it in the kitchen,” you laugh nervously when Dean steps closer to grip your waistline. “Sweetheart, I could show it to you right now.”

“I meant your coffee, Winchester but,” your hands are in his hair seconds later, “give me some sugar first.” He kisses you greedily, forces his tongue into your mouth, making you moan.

“I’m on it,” he picks you up to hold you against the wall, hastily tugging at your top while you try to shove his jacket down his shoulders. “Okay, let me get you out of the top and I’ll show you the goods.”

“Deal.”

Your top and his jacket end up splattered on the floor. You are impatient, just like Dean when you grasp for each other.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he whines when you take the lead, hand down his pants to get his dick out. “I need a condom.”

“The cookie jar with the naughty girl on it,” you grin when Dean looks at the jar with a naked guy. “Yeah, that one is the naughty cookie jar.”

“That’s a guy but fuck it—” while you stand on wobbling legs, Dean fetches a condom to roll it over his length, his pants still on. “You’ve got some naughty stuff in your kitchen, sweetheart.”

Dean grins when he ushers back toward you. His member stands tall and proud, reminds you of your favorite toy. But Dean’s cock looks much better than any toy you ever saw.

“Come here, lover boy-“ you crook your finger to lure Dean in. “Give it to me good.”

“That is the worst quote you could bring up,” either way, Dean grips you roughly, slams your back against the wall, smirking when you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“You love it, asshole. Now, how do you like it?” wrapping your arms around his shoulders you smirk. “Come on, fuck me, Dean!”

“I’m on it,” Dean groans against you, fighting to shove your sleep shorts aside. “Fucking with clothes on is difficult.”

“Don’t act all coy now,” you dig your fingertips into his shoulders when he finally slips inside, thrusting forward to fill you in on go. “That’s much better.”

“Yeah?” he laughs against you, ignores you fought over apple pie this morning. “Worth a slice of apple pie?”

“Fuck me and we can talk about your pie,” how he manages to hold you against the wall and move at the pace he sets is a mystery to you. Dean groans with every thrust, loves the slick sound of your coupling fills the kitchen. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Better than fighting?” he grips your ass, squeezes your flesh roughly while you try to hold tight onto his shoulders. “Damn me, I should’ve taken you right there, in the parking lot of the fucking store.”

“Hmmm…” you dip your head, try anything to capture his plump lips. “You promised a lot of kissing.” panting you try to focus on the man move inside of you, not your ringing phone. “Fuck, call me later.”

“Shit—fuck—sweetheart I need you to cum for me,” if you ever heard a man make an erotic noise it's right at the moment when Dean moans against your lips. “Y/N—”

“D-Dean,” a choked-out moan leaves your lips as your body trembles violently. “I love fucking in clothes.”

“I knew you are a dirty little slut the moment you stole my pie,” Dean speeds up, chases his release while you tug at his hair, and crash your lips onto his mouth to swallow his deep groans. Seconds later Dean comes with a loud grunt, and a violent jerk of his hips.

“That wasn’t bad, Winchester—”

“It was a B, Y/N,” he sighs against you, tongue licking into your mouth. “Sorry, I was on the edge for months. I tried to be a good boy and not fuck on the first date.”

“Well, congrats and thank you for the orgasm,” you tug harder at his hair, grinning when he growls low in his throat. “If you want some pie, I want round two in my bedroom.”

“Already addicted?”

“Maybe…”

“There is nothing better than postcoital pie,” you laugh at Dean’s words, even pat his chest. It’s been a long time since you felt comfortable around a guy. “So, will you tell me why you don’t do relationships?”

“I thought you were about to leave,” you roll to your side, eyes closing for a moment to not watch Dean go.

“I could stay a little longer,” Dean offers. “I like your bed, it’s comfortable and I’m a little tired after round three. Hell, my jaw still hurts.”

“I had two serious relationships,” oddly Dean spoons you to bury his face in your neck. “My first boyfriend and the dude popping my cherry dropped me shortly after we arrived at Stanford. He wanted parties, random girls and I, well I believed in monogamy.”

“A cheater?”

“Nah, he broke up with me before he fucked the first chick. At least he had better manners than my second boyfriend,” you turn around to face Dean. It’s an odd feeling to have him so close. 

“I only had one real relationship. Her name was Cassie and she kinda was the one breaking my heart back then. She wasn’t my first girl, but the first I fell in love with.”

“Anyways,” concentrating on the freckles on Dean’s face you try to swallow the lump in your throat, “my second boyfriend, I caught him in the act, on our bed. After that, I decided to never let anyone in again.”

“Sorry,” mumbling the word Dean slides his hand over your hair. “I’m the last guy telling you they were douches. I’m no better.”

“Did you ever cheat?”

“Nope.”

“In that case, you are a better man, Dean,” somehow Dean feels his chest swell at your words. No one ever cared about his side of the story. Everyone believes he’s a heartbreaker, a cheater even.

“WHAT THE FUCK DEAN!” Lisa drops her keys, furiously waving her hands while you whip your head toward her, grinning like the devil.

“Ah, hey, Lis’,” you give her a wink. “As you decided to steal my favorite dress when I asked you to move out and told everyone I kicked you out, I just snatched your boyfriend out of your hands.”

“WAIT—WHAT?” Dean gapes at Lisa, huffing when she throws insults at him. “Uh-you said she wanted to break up with me.”

“Lisa only sent her lovers to my apartment when she wanted to break up with them. She wasn’t here to meet up with you hours ago,” you shrug. 

“I gave him the wrong address,” while you move your hand toward Dean’s thigh to grip it tightly Lisa throws a tantrum. “I called!”

“Ah, yeah,” laughing you look at your phone on the ground. “We were kinda busy fucking. Sorry, Lisa. The joke is on you this time.”

“Good thing I wanted to fuck him once and dump him too,” storming out of your bedroom Lisa kicks things out of her way, even smashes a lamp against the wall. “I bet he’s a loser and can’t get it up. I tried to get in his pants for weeks.”

“Yeah about that, he’s a bomb, Lis’!”

“Did you know she didn’t want to dump me?” brows furrowed Dean looks at you. 

“No,” covering your eyes with one arm you sigh. “I told you she likes to do this. Anytime she wanted to dump a guy she left the apartment and only came back after I called her. I honestly believed it’s the same with you.”

“She wanted to dump me either way,” rolling onto his back Dean looks at the ceiling. “Guess I am luckless when it comes to relationships and crap.”

“Same, dude—”

“Why are you here again?” looking at the pie in Dean’s hands you eye the gift warily. “Dean, what do you want?”

“You see—” placing the pie onto the kitchen counter Dean sighs deeply. “I know you don’t do relationships, but I think we clicked. I know you must’ve felt it too.”

“I felt orgasms,” you like to play it cool, and not give away you thought about Dean the whole weekend. “Dean, this won’t work out.”

“How can you be sure if you don’t even want to try? I’m not perfect, but I promise to be honest and never cheat on you, Y/N,” shuffling on his feet Dean looks at you. “We could go for a date. If you don’t like me, we can stay friends.”

“Friends with benefits?” sliding your hand over Dean’s chest you look up at him. 

“Deal…”

“Okay, the benefits ain’t that bad, Winchester,” this time you barely made it out of your apartment before he had you in the backseat of his car and later at the room he shares with his classmate.

“I heard you are looking for a roommate,” Dean smirks when you look up at him. “Well, we can’t always fuck at my room. The sock over the doorknob doesn’t always work out.”

“You want to move in with me?”

“Yeah, uh—erm,” stammering Dean tries to convince you to let him move in with you. “I mean, we could have sex anytime. I’m a great roommate. My burgers are the best and we can study together.”

“You will pay half of the rent and help me clean too. Only as I let you see me naked doesn’t mean I will treat you differently.”

“Deal, sweetheart…”

“Deal, Mr. Winchester.”

And then, they were roommates…and lovers…and best friends…and much later…they grew old and grey together…

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[maybemoltenlava]

lmao if anyone cares I wrote an indiana jones fic that takes place during the last crusade with short round

it's on ao3 and it's easy to find :]

[ami-ven]

Happy 97th Birthday, Wan Li “Short Round”!

[lightsonparkave]

Love that is illicit, love that is unrequited. Love that isn’t meant to be, that is prevented or forced apart due to external pressures or inner struggles. Love that is so strong and defiant that it triumphs over the insurmountable.

The theme for Lights on Park Ave Round 30 is forbidden love. Here are the prompts:

Christian telling Satine that she is nothing to him in Baz Luhrman’s Moulin Rouge! (2001)

Jack and Rose at the formal dinner in the first-class saloon and then a party with third-class passengers in James Cameron’s Titanic (1997)

The Doctor and Rose having one final moment with each other before the gap between their parallel universes closes forever in Doctor Who

An excerpt from John Keats’s letter to Fanny Brawne about how three short days with her is worth more than fifty common years during their passionate but short-lived relationship

Chow Mo-wan and Su Li-zhen falling in love as they provide companionship for each other while their spouses have an affair in Wong Kar-wai’s In the Mood for Love (2000)

A line about meeting in dreams from a poem by Izumi Shikibu

A hookup scene from Chris Evans and Evan Rachel Wood’s Gucci Guilty commercial

Shared moments between Steve and Tony throughout Endgame overlaid with an excerpt from a poem by cptshellhead

A line about keeping quiet about love being punishment from Federico García Lorca’s Blood Wedding

A video of Romeo and Juliet seeing each other for the first time and falling in love from Baz Luhrman’s Romeo + Juliet (1996)

Sally and Harry pining for each other while in denial about their feelings as they discuss their best friend’s partner from Rob Reiner’s When Harry Met Sally (1989)

A conversation between Fleabag and the priest in which the priest directly acknowledges her attraction to him from Fleabag

Anastasia and Dmitri yearning for each other throughout Anastasia (1997)

Sookhee being struck by the beauty of Hideko, the heiress she is supposed to serve and swindle as a false maid from Park Chanwook’s The Handmaiden (2016)

Johnny and Gheorghe kissing in Gheorghe’s caravan, outside of the house, from Francis Lee’s God’s Own Country (2017)

Four paintings from Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec’s Le Lit series and a description of the series

Ali and Nino (formerly known as Man and Woman), a moving sculpture by Tamara Kvesitadze

Elisa dancing to music with the Amphibian Man from Guillermo del Toro’s The Shape of Water (2017)

“Brian Ridley and Lyle Heeter” - Robert Mapplethorpe 

Round 30 will end on February 28, 11:59 PM ET (what time is that for me?).

As always, you’re free to jump in whenever you’d like during the round, a wide variety of work types is accepted, and there are no minimum work requirements. Unfinished works and works for other fandom events are allowed. You can find more information about Lights on Park Ave and the participation guidelines here.

[ashthewaterghoul]

“What if Ahsoka Went to Mustafar”

Chapter 7

Rex’s voice came over the comm link, “The Chancellor is here with a division of the Coruscant guard led by Fox”

“We’ll be right there.” Anakin replied. He looked at Padmé, confusion on her face made him feel guilty; he kissed her and said “I love you, never forget that.” Then he ran out of the room with Obi-Wan. Ahsoka and Yoda were in the hallway and joined them in running to the front of the station. When they got there, Rex was stationed with Organa’s men and they had already engaged the enemy.

“Well, you’ll need these!” Ahsoka said while tossing Anakin and Obi-Wan their weapons. All the force wielders, including Palpatine, had their lightsabers ignited, ready for battle.

“Come, Lord Vader.” Sidious demanded.

“No.” Anakin replied “You lied to me!”

He ran at Sidious and started to attack him.

“Your hatred is giving you strength, you aren’t even trying to supress it, see how powerful the dark side can be?”

Sidious knew what he was doing been as this made Anakin so angry that his eyes glowed red. From then, flashes of red and blue replaced the two men. The fight went on for some time, Palpatine’s acrobatics and Anakin’s lightning fast strikes caused both to start losing their stamina. As Yoda witnessed this, he quickly came up with an idea.

“Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, apart help me push them!”

The two nodded as they all called upon the force to separate the two. Yoda brought Anakin back over to them but the success was short lived as the clone battalion’s incredible combat training paid off and quickly started to overwhelm the opposition. The Jedi’s team were doing their best to keep the clones at bay but it was taking its toll on the Alderaan troops. Being in close proximity to Fox allowed Rex to tune in the frequencies only carried in clone helmets.

“This is Commander Fox to Commander Cody, we need your help, I repeat, we need your help.

“Cody?” Rex thought, but before he could relay the message, Yoda stated his new plan.

“Attack Sidious I will, join one by one you will to assist.” he said.

He used the force and jumped over to Sidious. The Sith was surprised to see the little green Jedi was alive, which briefly played to Yoda’s advantage. The momentary surprise allowed Yoda to slide past Sidious and take his gaze away from the station. Sidious called his second lightsaber down his sleeve to his hand and ignited it, the crimson blade illuminating his disfigured face under his hood. He was determined to finish their business. As his back was turned, Ahsoka ran to join in but Sidious used the force and held Ahsoka back, but she was soon released when Obi- Wan jumped in to attack also. Ahsoka ran to aid the Jedi masters. Even though it was 3 vs 1, Sidious was somehow still getting the upper hand.

“Any time… now… Anakin!” Obi-Wan said struggling and panting.

The flashes of the lightsabers clashing made it almost impossible for Anakin to see where he should jump in. He remembered what Qui-Gon said about staying on the light, he pulled himself into a brief meditation and used the force to see the action. He saw what to do but all the clones were in the way. He couldn’t get past them without killing them, which he didn’t want to do. He looked at Rex who seemed to know what he was thinking.

“You have my permission, if that’s what you were going to say.” He said, after what happened to Fives and Ahsoka, the Coruscant Guard had a lot less respect from Rex.

Anakin nodded at his friend, gripped his lightsaber tighter and practically ran through them, slicing each one of them like a Tusken Raider. It took some time to get through them but in the end he saw his friends becoming more and more fatigued by the very quick combat of the sith. He didn’t know how to do this while staying on the light, he couldn’t, it was impossible; he just dipped back into the dark then, Anakin could already feel it’s seductive nature intoxicating him, clouding his conscious.

“Don’t worry. I am with you, Anakin.” Qui-Gon said through the force. Anakin swore he felt his master’s large hand on his back like he did all those years ago. While he had the courage to do it, he leaped up and flipped over the lightsaber caused chaos. As he landed, he sliced Palpatine in vertically in half. Palpatine grunted before he could take his last breath, and fell to the ground. The three of them stared at Anakin with complete and utter shock. Ahsoka couldn’t look at the mutilated corpse so she turned and ran back to Rex’s aid. Yoda, Obi-Wan and Anakin’s gazes went from each other to the body, all were expressionless. The moment was over powered by the LAAT’s of the 212th legion arriving. Obi-Wan saw his old battalion and flashes of what happened on Utapau invaded his mind.

“Oh, not good.” He said as the orange clad clones descended from the gunships and immediately started to attack.

Rex saw his brother, Cody, for the first time in weeks and decided to try and talk some sense into him. He tried to act like his chip was still in to blend in with the rest.

“Cody!” he shouted,

“Rex!” he replied, happy to see his brother alive. “Or should I say Commander? I do believe that congratulations are in order!”

“Not anymore, demoted.”

“Why?”

“I’ll tell you another time but for now, what do we do now the Chancellor is, well, dead?” he motioned to the decapitated body. Cody hadn’t even noticed, he was shocked at the sight and left speechless. Before he could respond, Fox ran towards them and said “We carry out Order 66 and execute the people responsible for treason.”

The mention of the command made Rex wince. He saw Cody straighten up and look almost robotic, just like the droids they fought against, programmed to do whatever is needed of them.

“Yes sir!” Cody said and started to run off but stopped when he realised that Rex wasn’t following.

“Aren’t you coming?” He asked.

“What? Oh right yeah.” Rex started to follow Cody, but while he wasn’t looking, he ran to the Jedi generals.

“Order 66 has been activated again for yours and Ahsoka’s termination.” The Captain said.

“Lovely.” Obi-Wan said completely monotone.

“A laughing matter this is not, Obi-Wan.” Yoda scolded “Stop this how do we, Captain?”

“All the clones have an inhibitor chip implanted in their brains; Ahsoka was smart enough to remove mine, but the rest of my men weren’t as lucky.” He turned to Skywalker “Remember when Fives told us about them?”

“He was right?” Anakin responded.

Rex nodded.

“How do we remove these chips?” Obi-Wan asked.

“We need a scanner and a surgery droid or capsule, it’s a short procedure and then they can function normally right after.”

“Look for one of these capsules inside, I will.” Yoda said, he then quickly ran through the commotion and into the station.

The three men ran back to help the other troops, Rex wanted to fight alongside Cody again, but he couldn’t betray his General. He could feel Cody’s confusion as he ran past him to the man-made trench.

“Rex, what are you doing?!” Cody shouted over the comm. Rex quickly thought of an excuse for his behaviour, “Doing it from the inside.” He shouted back.

“Smart move!”

Rex hated that his brother’s unique personality had dissolved to become just like all the other clones. The laser bolts flew between the two sides for a long time until Yoda’s voice finally came through the comm.

“Found the resources for the surgeries I have. Many of the capsules are there.”

“Understood, Master” Obi-Wan replied.

“How do we get them in?” Ahsoka said while blocking rounds of blaster fire.

“Try to pull them over with the force while Rex stuns them. Then Anakin, put them inside and the droids will get to work.” The Jedi master replied.

They all nodded their heads in agreement.

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka called to Rex as a trooper flew his way, Anakin dragged them one by one into the lobby onto a gurney which was quickly whisked away to a med-bay.

The clones started to see that there brothers were being forced behind enemy lines.

“They’re taking hostages!” Fox yelled out.

“We need to recue our brothers!” replied Cody.

They started to charge at the station.

“Rex! Get out of there!” Cody shouted.

“No can do, Cody.” He stunned his brother and dragged him in to Skywalker.

“There are too many of them!” Ahsoka said.

“Fall back!” Kenobi ordered.

Everyone went into the station and held the doors shut.

“How many are left out there?” Anakin asked.

“About half, sir.” Rex said.

“That’s too many.”

Bail Organa ran around the corner, “We have clones coming in the south entrance by some of the other med-bays.” he said.

“That’s where Padmé is!” Anakin said “Rex, how many are out of surgery?”

“We have around 20 left to go.” The Captain responded.

“Take them to the south entrance and get ready to evacuate the place if we need to.” he ordered.

“Yes sir.”

Yoda came round the corner.

“Skywalker.” Yoda called

“Master.” Anakin responded.

“Subdue the clones from here we can. Together we must work to do this. All their heads, hit against each other make them, but not too hard or kill them it will.”

Anakin nodded and they both held their hands out, reaching deep into the force. The clones all rose up in the air and all crumpled into a pile on the floor with a loud clang.

“To the med-bays, get them.” Yoda ordered. Everyone there obliged and carried a trooper onto a gurney. Rex ran back from the south entrance.

“All the troops are ready for the procedure.” He reported.

“And Padmé and the twins?” Anakin asked.

“I … I couldn’t see them sir.”

Fear once again rose in Anakin.

I’m sorry this chapter is so long, I couldn’t condense it or find a place to split it into 2. But I guess it makes up for how short the last chapter was😅. Also there is one chapter left of this and then its the epilogue! I hope you enjoyed it and please leave any feedback or suggestions for future fics. Please interact with my posts as much as you can! You can follow me on Instagram if you want @siriusly_a_jedi.

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