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Ambassador Cinnebri Cinica of house Cascaro, Ordained Kalashtar Ascendant, Holy Justiciar and Lawmage of Libiros
lv 13 Cleric of Order for a new heroic campaign
why are star wars planets more boring than earth and our solar system like sure we’ve seen desert, snow, diff types of forest, beach, lava, rain, but like…
rainbow mountains (peru)
red soil (canada/PEI)
rings (saturn’s if they were on earth)
bioluminescent waves
northern lights (canada)
salt flats (bolivia, where they filmed crait but did NOTHING COOL WITH IT except red dust?? like??? come ON)
and cool fauna like the touch me not or like, you know, the venus flytrap.. and don’t get me started on BUGS like… we have bugs cooler than sw aliens
BASICALLY like???? come on star wars you had one (1) job where are the cool alien species
Who can it be now!? im back with a silly video special thanks to Aoclover
The Deal
Summary: jj is approached with a challenge that he couldn’t refuse, even if he tried
Warnings: underage drinking, stealing, mentions of killing and violence
A/N: i don’t really know what to think of this series so far- i hope you like it though :)
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JJ Maybank could do anything. That was just common knowledge. The boy could pickpocket without a second thought. Surf the biggest wave in the middle of a hurricane. Run from the cops for hours without breaking a sweat. The list goes on.
But the one thing that JJ Maybank couldn’t do- something that was also common knowledge to the whole island- was back out of a challenge.
If someone so much as uttered that they thought JJ couldn’t- or better yet, wouldn’t- do something, the boy would set himself on a war zone that only ended with him completing the task. Which is why it was best to never even think the words ‘I dare you’ within a five mile radius of the boy.
He supposed that was how he found himself in his current predicament, about to do what could perhaps be considered the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life. And that list was as long as the island.
Of course, JJ would like to say that he had been minding his own business when it happened, but nobody would believe that- not even if they were meeting him for the first time and had only known him for a few seconds.
He had been chatting to some snooty touron that wore a watch that was almost the size of his head and sparkled brightly in the light of the bonfire. Said watch was what JJ was currently trying to discreetly swipe off of the boy's wrist.
“-and then I told her that of course, it was no problem that I paid the ten thousand dollar fine.” He spoke boisterously, clearly trying to attract the attention of others nearby as he flexed his fathers vast fortune.
It took everything the blond boy had not to wrinkle his nose at the realization that people like the kooks lived off the obx as well, that some people weren’t any better off the island.
The tourons words were slurred and he was stumbling while trying to stand in place, watch wearing hand holding onto a red solo cup that had a bit of liquid left sloshing around in it.
JJ figured that the dude was so drunk that he no doubt could have just asked for the watch and he would have given it to him, but stealing it was much more fun.
“Maybank!”
The boy froze for half a second, thoughts of how he was caught slamming into his mind, but he roughly pushed them away. Instead, he finished slipping the watch into his back pocket and put on a neutral face, turning around to face the three advancing figures, the one in the front of the group being the one that had called his name.
“Fellas!” JJ greeted with mock happiness, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Beat it,” Rafe snapped at the touron who’s eyebrows had furrowed at being interrupted, but the drunk guy stumbled away nonetheless, muttering under his breath as he went.
So this wasn’t about the watch, they would have called him out in front of the touron if it was.
Topper was leading the pack with Kelce and Rafe right on his heels, which was slightly strange, considering the fact that Rafe was always the one taking charge.
Right now though, it was clear why Topper was in the front. He had a look that could kill on his face and JJ was on the receiving end of it. Whatever the boy did must have been bad. Too bad he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was.
“You,” Topper seethed, surging forward and seizing the boy by the collar, shaking him for good measure, “You need to keep your little friend away from her.”
Now JJ was confused, “Who?” He asked dumbly.
“Routledge.” The blond angrily turned him around to face the direction of where John B was happily chatting to Sarah Cameron by the fire, “You need to keep him the hell away from Sarah.”
Realization dawned on Maybank before the confusion kicked back in, “I don’t have anything to do with that.”
Topper smiled suddenly, a chilling smile that even made JJ uneasy, and he released his hold on the boy, making a show of smoothing out his shirt for him.
“Of course not, but you could always steer his attention away.” Topper spoke smoothly, “There’s some ways to do that, like, oh, I don’t know… dating his sister.”
JJ’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach, “What?”
Kelce shrugged nonchalantly, “Everyone knows he hates the idea of his little sister dating, so what better way to distract him than his own best friend taking her out?”
His face turned up in disgust at the thought that these boys assumed they could just tell him to take you out. As if they had any say over your life, “Why the hell would I do that?”
“Oh, we’re intending to pay you, of course.” Topper was now speaking as if it was just a normal conversation, “For every date that you take her out on, we’re willing to pay two hundred dollars.”
That was more than he made in two weeks when he worked at that fancy country club.
“And don’t worry,” Rafe jumped in with a menacing smile, “We’re not expecting you to do this forever. Just until the midsummers dance, that way it distracts John B long enough for Topper to get back with Sarah.”
Two hundred dollars.
“And what if I say no?” JJ challenged with a raised eyebrow, trying to keep his composure.
Topper shrugged, “We could always have someone else go out with her. Someone who would do it for far less of a price. Come on, Maybank. What’re you, scared?”
Uh oh. That was a challenge. Something that he couldn’t back out of, even if he tried. It was a pointless battle against himself, and he knew it.
JJ’s stomach churned with worry and disgust. Of course, he knew how awful their offer was- being paid to take you out. But what if he didn’t? What if someone else was taking you out, someone with far worse intentions.
You and JJ might not always get along, but he couldn’t do that to you. That wouldn’t be right. Not to mention John B would kill him. Well, he would anyway if he took you out.
There was a hard look in his eyes when he spoke next, a sort of serious determination that was exceedingly rare to see from the boy.
“Fine.” Was all he said, doing everything in his power not to cringe.
“Wonderful. It’s a deal.” Topper smiled widely, turning on his heel, “Pleasure doing business with you, Maybank!” He called over his shoulder as he and the others strutted away.
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You must have first started hating JJ Maybank in the third grade, because that’s when all the firsts happened. First tests, first friendships, first crushes, first hatred’s.
He was in the fourth grade along with your older brother at the time, and you couldn’t stand him- not a single thing about him.
It was probably due to the fact that at the mere age of nine, he had been chasing after your brother in your yard when you had been innocently walking across it, probably to go fishing off the dock. He hadn’t seen you in the way and body slammed right into you when his head was turned, sending you tumbling to the ground with a face full of grass and dirt.
JJ had been frozen in place, horrified as you started crying, but before he could even open his mouth to try and apologize, you had started screaming at him. Telling him that he was a dumb boy who had too big of shoes if he was tripping into you while running.
Immediately, he turned furious, snapping back at you about how you should have been watching where you were going instead of being in ‘la la land’.
The two of you proceeded to launch into shouts of the best insults that your young minds could muster, and were mere seconds away from lunging at each other when Big John had wandered out at the commotion and physically had to hold each of you back.
But even with your restraints, it did nothing to stop the venomous looks you sent at one other. Glares that declared from that moment forward to be rivals. To hate each other with every bone in your body. Even now, at the ages of fifteen and sixteen, neither of you had stopped.
“Bambi,”
Speak of the devil.
You and a couple friends were hanging out at a kegger that your brother and his own friends started a couple of hours ago, nursing some red solo cups near a bonfire when you heard JJ Maybank call out to you with that stupid nickname he gave you a couple years back.
A scowl appeared on your face as your friends silenced around you and you turned around to glare at him, “What do you want, JJ?” The annoyance was clear as day in your tone.
He spread his arms out with a large grin, “What? I can’t stop by to say a friendly little ‘hi’ to you?”
“No.” You deadpanned with an eye roll, “So beat it, Maybank.”
“Relax, Bambi, relax,” The blond held his hands up in mock surrender, “I come in peace.”
“Since when?” You shot back, taking a long sip from your cup.
“Since now.” He smiled at you. He never smiled at you, “I just wanted to talk-“
“Not interested.” You cut him off and turned back towards your friends, “Come on, guys,” You muttered, “I need another drink.”
Your friends hurriedly trailed after you as you stormed away, always getting worked up whenever JJ was around.
The boy was left behind, watching your retreating figure.
This was going to be harder than he thought.
My part of the art trade with @simonsquest! Completely destroyed Simon, who is taking care of his cursed wounds I thought that, um, you would like it. And I hope so!🙏😖
his heart stumbles over itself, how her gaze softens as she looks at him engraved in his mind. as if she really sees him — darkness & all. yet still she stays, unwavering. he regrets the idea of sleep instantly, attempting to dull down the feeling with one last swig from his flask, before setting it on the bedside table. " i'll remember that tomorrow, when you're complaining about how exhausted you are. "
when he moves to his side of the mattress, rhysand is hit with the realization of just how small it is. engulfed in the scent of lilac & pear, it's consumes him so thoroughly he hardly notices the temperature of the room, until he feels feyre shiver. " you're freezing. " a beat, before he decides to override his previous promise, sliding to wrap his arms around her. pulling her closer until her back is pressed against him, tucking the crown of her head under his chin.
a thought in exchange for a thought. their moments of brutal honesty: sharing secrets that they'd been too scared to tell anyone else, yet as soon as they're spoken to each other, any fear disappears. he doesn't hesitate, suddenly fearless, voice a gentle hum. " i'm thinking that ... i look at you, and i feel like i'm dying. like i can't breathe. i'm thinking that i want you so badly, that i can't concentrate on anything else whenever i'm around you. "
leaving everything behind was almost too easy for me — with nothing to my name and no one who would really miss me, i was a born fugitive. but rhys was different. he had an entire family he had built, people he protected, something he was fighting for. his wonderful inner circle that i had somehow grown to care for in such a short amount of time. their friendship and loyalty were a testament to rhys himself — the way he held them together, shouldering so many burdens so the rest of them wouldn’t have to. only for me to rip him from them in my cataclysmic tidal wave of destruction.
sometimes it felt like he could read my mind, as his eyes bore into mine, dissecting my every breath like i was under a microscope. could he read it on my face? the way my pulse quickened and a shiver ran down my spine as he vowed to avenge me. how could i explain what i had felt in that moment, as i finally realized for certain, i would choose rhysand and his family over tamlin and lucien every time. i held his gaze until he broke it, awkwardly shifting in the bed as he did. “ more training? i thought you just called this a vacation. don’t they say sleep is for the weak? ”
i wasn’t tired in the slightest. but even so, i shut off the bedside light and slipped under the single, flimsy cover. laying flat on my back, i stared at the ceiling almost afraid to glance to the side. the room was so cold i could practically see my breath, with each rise and fall of my chest. my hand, laying at my side, resisted the desperate urge to grab his — my fingers almost outstretched towards him. i knew if i so much as brushed against him, some electric jolt would shock me. “ tell me what you’re thinking about. be honest. ”
so like they got trapped in that bottle because the moon that they supposed to guard got shrunk- turned black and shatted as a punishment
the pronoun is they/them : D
only moon so far
about sun..uh idkk
here's an angsty one once again so me and one of my besties went a little crazy on the topic of jamikali being soulmates one night and i couldn't shake the idea off for a week i think?? i'm not usually a big fan of the concept of soulmates BUT THEM.
