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The air has a particular chill to it that made the hair on the back of Clay's neck stand up. Goosebumps prickled his skin, an his eyebrows furrowed hard beneath his longer bangs of golden hair. One blue eye could be seen, smouldering with a gentle anger that threatened to crack the Earth beneath his feet. Clay could feel the soft vibrations of an Earthquake already; he didn't know if it was from him, as if he was losing control of his element, or something from far away.
Maybe he was losing control, maybe he deserved to. Clay was always so stable, the unmovable force, the mountain that stood still. The stable ground, the rock of the team.
Well, even rocks get eroded after time, and for Clay, that meant finally letting go. As far as the cowboy was concerned, he had nothing else to loose now; so why not let the Earth grumble, why not bite back.
Clay may not have the element of fire at the fingertips, but he sure as Hell was going to fuel it.
Fingers curled into fists, bones cracking as Rai took a low shot towards Jack,
"Don't call my boyfriend a girly boy."
He put emphasis on that word, boyfriend, making it as clear as water just what Jack is to him. His boyfriend, his partner, his lover. And if he's going to scold Jack for calling his friends, well ex-friends at this point, losers - he was going to snip at Raimundo for calling Jack a 'girly boy'.
Clay hates the way Raimundo insults Jack. Hates the way he had to smile and play along for so long.
That wouldn't be happening anymore; he knew where he stood. Xiaolin on the surface, in love with the enemy at his core. Unfortunately, for the rest of the monks, love would always win out. He'd let them hate him for who he was, for the fact he dated another man, that he's dating Jack Spicer.
His dad was right, their homophobic victual always in Clay's mind. Looks like the World really was against him, that's how it felt right now. He was unaware that Raimundo had family in the same community as him, that this was all due to Clay being with Jack Spicer.
It wouldn't change anything, even if Clay did know. It's not like his heart chose Jack to spite the people around him. The tattoo on his chest burned with the reminder of a hundred needles permanently marking him. He lifted a hand, thumb moving to his nose; he had learned to effortlessly flick the septum piercing out of hiding whenever he was alone.
The metal shone in the low light of the moon.
Crossing his arms, Clay gave out a soft huff towards Rai's comment; he could taste the venom behind their words,
"Oh, t'weren't nothin'," He responded casually, "I always was good 'bout returnin' home after seein' Jack."
He had nothing to lose, might as well burn the bridges while he had the chance.
"Y'all sayin' that? Richer than oil really," Clay muttered, "Las' time I checked, I aint the one that had a tantrum, an' ran off too Wuya cause I aint got a promotion," He casually brought up, "Sure, I was kissin' my boyfrien' whenever I coul', but I still brought home Wu, I aint Heylin, aint ever been Heylin - unlike some vermin in this temple."
Clay was always the one they trusted without doubt, the one that was the rock of the team. There was something cathartic, about watching everyone's reaction to feeling the ground beneath their feet crumble, and cave in. He held onto every insult thrown his way, every betrayal. He always bit his tongue, kept it all in, but he was done.
Clay wasn't willing to be lectured by Raimundo considering they had ended the World, all Clay did was fall in love.
Of course, Raimundo kept running his mouth, throwing a thousand of questions Clay's way. The cowboy was aware enough that this is all coming from a place of hurt; a place of upset. It all seemed pretty ironic to him. Clay quirked his mouth, letting Raimundo have his moment, until the final word was spoke.
A beat of silence passed, and Clay cocked his head,
"Oh? Y'all finally done?" He questioned, "Sorry, couldn't be sure considerin' how good y'all are at runnin' ya dang mouth."
He knew he was being petty, knew he was waving a large red flag in front of an already raging bull.
For once, Clay didn't care.
"Plan was to stick with my partner 'till the cows come home," Clay claimed, "Maybe we were plannin' to get married, elope, run off to a place to call out own with the white picket fence an' all."
People did do crazy things when in love,
"An' maybe I am delusional, maybe I do hope Jack woul' join us an' stay on our side," Clay admitted, "Or maybe I shoul' follow our good ol' leader an' turn Heylin - least I'd be doin' it outta love, an' not cause I didn't get something I aint deserve cause I fucked up an' didn't follow Master Fungs orders."
Clay was forcing old wounds to reopen, just so he could rub coarse salt into them.
"Though I guess that aint fair, really, I shoul' be thankin' y'all for all'a that; if Wuya aint taken over thanks to y'all, Jack would've never helped us, an' in turn, never suggested we go out for ice cream on his dime after."
Because that's where it all started, after Raimundo had turned Heylin, after Wuya was forced back into the puzzle box for about ten minutes.
But Clay was avoiding the final question, because he felt the answer as to why he had kept this hidden was obvious. Then again, considering Raimundo couldn't even put two and two together, Clay supposes he shouldn't be surprised,
"Dang Raimundo, I knew ya'll dumb enough to not be able to pour liquid outta'a boot when the instructions are on the bottom, but I still thought you' figure out why I kept this hidden."
Clay couldn't help but throw another shot Rai's way, simply because he could at this point,
"It's cause I knew this woul' happen," Clay pointed out, gesturing with one hand, "I knew y'all all get mad, knew y'all all freak out like this."
Which was a fair response, but Clay didn't bring that up.
"An' it aint like I wanted to stay hidden for all this long, aint like I wanted to keep up all the lies, but it jus' got harder an' harder as time wen' on," Clay claimed, voice softening, "I did wanna tell y'all, I tried before this whole mess started, on the roof...when I pointed out I was seein' someone, but the en' of the World got in the way, an' y'all all foun' out in the worst way."
Because Clay had wanted to tell Raimundo, he truly did. He wanted to sit and talk it through, and had a million apologise planned. Things had changed though, drastically, and now emotions ran the gambit.
Clay was no saint, but neither was Raimundo. Maybe that's why it made him so pissed off, maybe that's why Clay was being petty, proven as he let his own vitriol lace his words,
"So, got any more questions, leader?"
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"You know, I've never really question that part of myself."
Omg a muse of mine that's straight, everyone be shocked xD But yes, Kimiko is straight, and an ally 100% uwu
Doesn't mean she hasn't had at least one crush on another girl though uwu
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"I used to have a crush on Keiko, least, I felt like it was a crush - I never told her though."
LOOK! with how obsessed Kimiko is with Keiko, I don't think it's too far fetched to think Kimiko may've had some deeper feelings with her best friend. However, I will say, Kimiko couldn't really pin point if it was a true romantic crush, or just a deep bond.
As said though, Kimiko never told Keiko how she felt; not because she feared Keiko would react negatively, it was more she was scared if they did get together but then broke up, she'd lose her best friend, and until Kimiko want to the temple, she didn't have a lot of close friends like Keiko.
So she kept it to herself, which yes, made it hit even harder when Keiko started drifting apart from her - because Kimiko was scared of losing her best friend and it happened anyway.
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"I don't think I'm bisexual or anything, because I've never felt the same way about any other girl since then."
Saying that, Kimiko isn't bisexual, or anywhere within the LGBT community. Keiko pretty much was the only other girl Kimiko had a form of crush on.
She can acknowledge other girls as pretty of course; she thought Dyris is pretty, she got along with Jesse and laughed about Jack being Jack, and even Kimiko can acknowledge Ashley is pretty as well.
But she doesn't have a crush on any of them; she's straight, not blind, she knows good looking people when she see's them xD
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"I'll always support my friends and family though, no matter what; I may not be in the community, but I'll always be there for anyone apart of it."
Much like Raimundo, she's an ally, and she's a very supportive one at that. I saw it in a post, can't remember the exact posting, but it's how a ally is like the pole that holds up the lgbt flag cause it supports them?
That's Kimiko ;3; she has no ill will or hatred towards anyone in the community, because well, love is love ;3;
It's because of that, Clay's betrayal hits her pretty hard too. They had little venting sessions together; moments where they talked together in public, shared all their secrets, and Clay still felt like he couldn't trust her enough to open up about that part of him, despite the fact he should KNOW she would support him.
So she's betrayed in that sense, because she trusted him with so much and he didn't do it back :(
Anyway, ignoring that, yes, she is an ally through and through and always will be ;3;
Also I have no idea where else to put this but you know she reads/writes fanfic about her favourite yaoi ships xD I dunno if that makes her more or less of an ally, but she's here for it xD
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"You know...now that I think about it, I've never actually been to a pride parade."
She just never got the chance to go really.
Course she's heard of them, and has seen photos, but she's just never really found the opportunity to attend one herself.
I feel like after the whole thing with Clay, and Jack settles down, she makes sure to attend a parade. Sure, Clay and Jack break off from the group and do their own thing by this point, but Kimiko likes to think by showing up, it helps sort of prove to Clay that they do have support at the temple ;3;
Anyway, yes, she will eventually get to go to a parade and you know she's gonna look good and do her make up to be all rainbows ;3; because she supports them all and has no qualm ;3;
[clack collage au]“Lie back and let me take care of you, sweetheart.”
NSFW things to say to submissive muses Continued from here technically xD
Rain still tapped against the windows, the storm continuing. It had started suddenly a couple of days ago, and refused to leave. It wasn't all bad; the rain cooled down the air, and cancelled Guans all day training nonsense. Of course, he had wanted to continue, but even Dashi could put his foot down sometimes - it was far too wet, muddy, and it would only cause students to get sick.
Something Clay knew all too well.
He had walked back to the dorm next to Jack, and had ensured his boyfriend was the one beneath the umbrella. Clay had been partially under, but a good half of him was trapped in the rain, soaking through the denim of his jeans, and the fabric of his shirt.
He had insisted he was fine by the time they had reached home, and in truth, he had been okay.
But come the next day, the fever had set in. Clay's forehead felt like it was on fire, while his body shuddered as if he had plunged into a bath made of ice. He couldn't stop sneezing, and his throat felt like it had had sandpaper scraped over it.
Even if their training hadn't been cancelled, there was no way Clay would've been able to drag himself out of his bed, let alone get to the field.
In a way, it was a blessing the rain continued, so Coach Guan could complain about that cancelling his class, as opposed to getting on Clay's ass about missing it due to illness.
Clay shifted in his bed, breathing hard. His blue eyes slowly opened, his blonde locks of hair stuck up in every direction. He was a mess, and he felt even worse. Clay, like an idiot though, still attempted to sit himself up - he couldn't just lay in bed all day. His mother always told him to feed a cold, and starve a fever, and he couldn't do the former if he was bed bound.
With a trembling body, Clay attempted to sit up, the blankets peeling away from his form. He hadn't bothered with clothes, outside of his underwear; his body was too hot for that, but too cold to not be under his covers.
However, before even a toe could grace the carpeted floor of his dorm room, he was being told to layback down. Clay blinked, groaning slowly as he turned his head carefully. Jack hadn't left his side since he had become rundown; it was clear his boyfriend was mother-henning him, even if they denied it.
Clay thought it was adorable.
"I can't lay 'bout in bed all day..."
He could, and he should, but this was his father's mindset he was parroting - unless Clay was on his death bed, he was fine.
"I'm tough like an Ox darlin'...I'm a'right."
His words were immediately proven wrong, when Clay turned his head, and began to cough into the joint of his elbow. His lungs wheezed, and his throat burned. Eventually, Clay stopped, and sucked in a harsh breath of air,
"See..." He croaked, "Completely fine."
Yeah, no, it was clear Clay was not fine in any sense of the word, and that Jack wasn't believing a single thing he claimed. Proven by a simple look he was given. That had Clay huff,
"Look...I aint one to stay still..." Clay muttered, "There's stuff 'bout the place I coul' be doin' darlin', I'm gettin' restless layin' 'bout..."
That was the main problem, really. Even though Clay was as sick as a dog, he hated the idea of remaining still. Energy was building, and he had nothing he could do to. He was restless, unable to really relax as he needed.
But his words seemed to inspire something with Jack.
Clay rose an eyebrow when the red head got up, and approached him. He blinked, already red face turning darker as Jack climbed into bed with him, their thighs on either side of Clay's hips.
"Darlin', what are y'all up to? "
His question was answered, when Jack rested his hands on his shoulders, and pushed him back. Clay allowed it, as he relaxed back, head soon pressing against his half plumped pillow.
“Lie back and let me take care of you, sweetheart.”
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"...I don't see how answering any of these questions are apart of my contract, Jack."
It's Jack, of course they're making their glorified babysitter answer questions like this xD
But we're onto our final Clay of the batch ;3; and this was the hardest one for me because reasons xD I dunno, probably because I aint dont much writing to do with the Bodyguard AU yet xD
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"Daddy sent me over 'ere 'cause he wanted this job to 'straighten me out'."
Unlike in other verses where Johnathan had no idea his eldest was a potential boy kisser, the John of this universe had his suspicions. Why? I dunno Clay said a farmhand was cute or something, that part aint important xD
Point is, John, instead of immediately yeeting Clay to the nearest conversion camp, he got another option - send Clay to a completely different country xD
He got an opportunity where Clay would have to work constantly, and protect someone, no distractions from farmhands out there. Far as John as concerned, it was the perfect way to remind Clay he's a man and men don't like men u_u
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"Suppose the jokes on 'im considerin' I've started crushin' on a fella since comin' 'ere..."
Course this is still early in the AU, so while Clay starts crushing on Jack fast and hard I feel, he keeps it hidden as long as possible uwu
it's a shame because Clay just wanna hold Jack's but no, he gotta be professional ;3;
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"It's a shame 'cause if I did start datin' this fella, and daddy foun' out, he'd come all the way over 'ere to raise some Hell 'till I moseyed my way back home."
Despite Clay being a grown ass mans, yes, he would fold if his dad demanded he come back home.
Clay really likes this fella aka Jack, and would want to date them, and kiss them, and be so gay with him.
BUUUUT if his dad did find out? He knows they'd make their ass over here and kick up a fuss until Clay quits and leaves his job, because yanno, can't be having no gay son (as if all his kids aren't LGBT u_u).
Point is, not only does Clay wanna keep things professional, but he knows if it gets any deeper than that, well, the risk grows. This is his freedom, even if he is there for work.
He doesn't want to have to leave Jack's side, or go home. He likes being at their side, even if he refuses to admit his crush to them ;3;
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"I sometimes wonder how many people 'ave looked at us an' thought we were somethin' else..."
Doesn't stop him from wandering about it though uwu
Look, Clay is always at Jack's side, he gotta be, that's his job of course. And he knows that he's here to look after him, and make sure they don't get themselves in trouble, or hurt by someone with a thorn in their side when it comes to the Spicer company.
But Clay does wonder if anyone has ever looked at the two of them and thought they were dating. It would be like having a little taste of what he wants so badly.
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"I know it's my job t' look after y'all, an' that aint gonna stop anytime soon, but really wished y'all didn't go to the clubs so often."
Clay is bi, he likes men and women, but he sure as heck don't like people flirting with him xD
Look, Clay's a big drop of water, he's that prime, high quality, prime Texas beef, who wouldn't want that uwu
But Clay would rather people not feel him and flirt with him xD Jack's there for fun, and Clay stands by and lets them have their fun (until Jack gets a little too close with some rando xD)
You know people would want a piece of Clay, how can you not uwu
So yes, he will keep going to make sure Jack is safe, but he hates it because he doesn't want strangers to be touching up on him xD
Maybe it's safe to say Clay may be somewhere on the ace spectrum simply because he doesn't find people sexually attractive; even with Jack he only found them sexually attractive after a while. So Clay may be demisexual but that's a label he wouldn't really use simply because he doesn't know it xD
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"I aint kissed anyone...or dated anyone..."
He's never touched another persons hand! Virgin in every sense of the word u_u
But yeah, Clay never dated anyone, or ever gotten close enough to someone to really develop any sort of romantic feelings before he became Jack's bodyguard. It's likely why he did fall so fast, and hard, even if he keeps it secret - Jack is the first person he has been able to get close too.
[clack]“I think… you deserve a treat.”
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Clay had a particularly large smile on his face, as he waltzed his way towards Jack home. The showdown that day had gone in the monks favour, Omi having won the Orb of Tonami back, as well as the Monkey Staff - which had Jack pouting afterwards.
What made Clay happy though, was it had been a short showdown, which meant the cowboy could have even more time with Jack, in private. He knew he was going to be in a sour mood, but Clay was sure he had the perfect little surprise that would brighten their lose in a heartbeat.
Reaching the familiar metal door, Clay banged his fist against it. The door opened thanks to Jack's 'yes-bot', to which Clay casually tilted his hat towards it in thanks. His attention was quickly on Jack, who, as expected, was sulking over losing their favoured Wu. Clay just kept his grin as he walked over to them,
"Darlin'~"
Clay was at their side in a heartbeat, the cowboy leaning closer to try and get their attention. He knew they were upset, but that wasn't going to stop Clay from trying to cheer them up.
"I know y'all a lil' upset 'bout the way the Showdown went t'day," Clay commented, "But I got y'all somethin' that I'm sure gonna make y'all happier than a horse in hay."
He saw the little glimmer in Jack's red hues, the ghost of a smile that threatened to appear.
Clay reached up, and grabbed his hat off of head - it was the perfect place to stash some Wu. He reached in, and tugged out something small, something he had clearly shrunken down - alongside another Wu.
He placed the shrunken Wu down, and pressed the end of the changing chopsticks to it. Clay called the treasures name, it's familiar yellow grow surrounding the Wu, reversing the changing chopsticks affects.
It was the Monkey Staff.
Was it wrong of Clay to have robbed his teams own vault, just to make Jack, their enemy, happy?
Most likely, in fact, no, he knew for definitive it was wrong.
But it was worth it, to see Jack's eyes light up upon getting their favourite thing in the World back. And when Clay saw the way his boyfriend so excitedly grabbed the Wu in question, he decided to beam just as brightly.
"Jus' uh, yanno, tell the others y'all stole it - aint like I can tell 'em the truth now."
His friends would crucify him if they found out he had stolen the Wu Omi had just won, only to give it back to their enemy.
He saw the way Jack glanced his way, a glimmer of appreciative mischief in those scarlet eyes of theirs. The excited smile turned to a smirk, and it was safe to say, Jack had plans for him. Clay remained still as his boyfriend rose to his feet, their voice softer, and notably sensual,
“I think… you deserve a treat.”
"A...treat?"
If Clay had a tail, it would be wagging a mile a minute at the promise of a treat. He could tell by the tone of Jack's voice, that this was going to be a very intimate treat.
He stayed in the spot, watching as Jack approached. Clay didn't flinch, as Jack reached beneath his neck scarf, and curled their fingers around the underside of his collar. Clay was tugged down quick, lips crashing into each other. The cowboy eagerly let his lips part, but the kiss was short lived as Jack just as quickly moved away.
Clay was half tempted if that was it, but he knew better than to open his mouth in that moment. Besides, he got his answer in a blink of an eye, as he felt Jack give another tug. Clay obediently walked forward, body slightly hunched forward as Jack kept a grip on the leather around his neck.
Clay's face reddened as they approached the pull out bed. Fingers slipped free of the collar Clay wore, and when Jack didn't immediately sit down, the cowboy realised what the treat would be. Positioning himself on the edge of the bed, Clay's heart fluttered in his chest as Jack moved to kneel in front of him. Small hands pushed his knees apart, Clay's thighs spread out, though the prize remained hidden within denim.
A clear bulge was forming though; Clay wasn't allowed to close his legs though, Jack wouldn't let him. He was a good though, and he'd hate to lose his chance at his treat - especially after being so good and returning Jack's Monkey staff to him.
As fingers graced the buckle of his belt, Clay's owns fingers curled against the bedsheet, fabric scrunching up in his grip. He bit his bottom lip, hearing as the zip of his jeans was pulled down at a snails pace. Blue hues hazed, Clay watching through half-lidded eyes as Jack pulled apart the denim.
Breathing hitched, as the elastic of his briefs were tugged down, the thick blonde public hair beginning to poke free as Jack worked towards his goal. Heart fluttering in his chest, butterflies storming in his stomach, he felt Jack's warm breath ghost across his half-limp dick as it was finally freed.
As Jack moved to reward Clay his treat, the cowboy simply bit his bottom lip, and awaited his prize.
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"Kid when you're as old as I am, you learn a lot about the World around you - and yourself; I'm an open book."
Thought it would be fun to do Dojo next ;3; he's a funny little dragon and I love him and it's a shame cause in the show, during season 1 and 2, he was both like a guide and the comic relief for the monks, but I feel come season 3 he became too much of a comic relief yanno? I dunno man they upped the fung obsession too much for my tastes xD
Anyway, point is, I love this little gay dragon and gotta try and send him out more xD
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"Even as a young hatchling, I always knew I preferred other dragons compared to dragonesses."
Mans came outta the egg knowing he was gay xD
I know Dojo doesn't mention his family much, if I remember correctly he mentioned a great Uncle (who sent Dojo their own bones for Chinese New Year xD) and his parents, and that's it. However, personally, I always feel like Dojo came from a pretty big family - and he, in turn, is the gay cousin xD
I like to think he and Rai bond over having large families; lots of siblings and the like ;3;
And I know it's a cartoon with dragons and magical items and whatever, but statistically, the younger child of a family is more likely to be LGBT. So I like to think Dojo is a younger sibling but he can still talk to Rai about family issues ;3;
He's just also gay and knows he's gay and always been like that ;3;
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"Funny enough, the fact I love Master Fung is the taboo part..."
Loving another male dragon is fine, but God forbid you love another species! xD
Yeah, I feel when it comes to interspecies relationships, that's when the issues show up xD Though I will argue that Master Fung is the first human Dojo has really fallen for ;3;
I dunno, something about that old man just got to him uwu
Nah I image Dojo knew Master Fung when he was younger and because it was a time of peace, they actually had real time to talk and get to know each other yanno? xD
But much like how he's openly gay, he's pretty open and obvious about his unrequited love for Master Fung xD
He too old to care about the taboos of the fact he's in love with a human, and deep down, he knows he'll outlive them ;3; Maybe it's better it is unrequited ;3;
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"You kids are to obsessed with labels and things; sad how we cared less when I was on Master Dashi's shoulder than now."
Dojo took one look at Clay and said 'I know what you are' xD
Nah, Dojo has always known he was gay, as mentioned, and he never felt the need to hide that part about himself. Even in the ancient days, when it wouldn't be legal or anything, he was still open about the fact he liked men. He never called himself 'gay' or anything, because the idea of labelling oneself wasn't really a thing back then.
Honestly I feel like the World was more worried about not being destroyed by evil, and Heylin, to worry about the gays xD
Even after, the world was healing, and Dashi is just too chill of a guy to like...really care yanno? I feel like Dojo didn't really have a crush on Dashi, but he openly talked to Dashi about his attraction to males because he felt safe, and comfortable to do so.
So for Dojo, who's been alive for years upon years, seeing how culture changed? Seeing the monks now under his care feel the need to hide himself? It makes him sad :( He never had to hide, and he doesn't understand why ;3;
Like he's talked to Clay about it but he still doesn't like, understand this need to remain so hidden, especially when he's so far away ;3;
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"I never did get the family YoYo back from that no good Chucky..."
There is no way in Hell Chucky Choo and Dojo are not toxic ex lovers I refuse to believe otherwise! Dojo was ready to murder that man! IT WAS ON SIGHT!
But, I do like to think between Dashi, and Fung, is when Dojo met Chucky and fell for their ways xD I think Dojo just likes them significantly older than him because...yeah Chucky just looks old af compared to Dojo xD
Honestly, I don't think they ever got married, but they got close, I see them getting engaged at most. Dojo gave the family YoYo to Chucky as an engagement ring essentially because he couldn't get one.
Then, before the wedding could even start to be planned? Chucky fucked off u_u
Dojo was heart broken of course, and figured he had just been strung along, scammed, and the like. In truth, I feel like Chucky just got cold scales about settling down and instead of talking it out, he chose to leave but kept the YoYo as a momento ;3;
Dojo didn't know that though and resented them for years to the point he never even wanted to be in love again ;3;
But then he met Master Fung and fell hard ;3; because love don't care like that ;3; as said though, it's unrequited, and it's a bitterpill but Dojo does think that's the best.
He also is on friendly terms with Chucky but he doesn't trust them and there will never be anything rekindled. Dojo's little dragon heart could never take it ;3;
[jackclay college au] 🌧️ — sharing an umbrella in the rain.
💞 romance clichés
It was Summer; the air was warm, stuffy, to the point it was near suffocating. There were no clouds in the sky; not even a breeze. Clay had experienced Texas Summer's all his life, yet even he had to admit this was something different. The humidity was a pain; sticky and terrible.
Yet despite it all, Clay still made sure to carry an umbrella in his backpack. He was always asked why, some of the other students in the mechanics class thought he was just being an idiot. Maybe he was. But Clay could sense an electricity in the ground, a strange buzz in the air, one he knew often.
It's the same buzz when a storm was brewing.
So he made sure he was prepared, because nothing was worse than being caught in a torrential rainfall. Even if every beam of sun continued to prove Clay's worries wrong, and that the Summer heat would continue to cook the campus.
It was another morning in Mechanical class; Clay was thankful this was his only class on Thursday, it meant he could use the afternoon to relax before he had all day training on Friday.
The class was coming to its usual end, Clay still scribbling down notes up until the final minute. He was in the zone, seemingly the only student, until he heard a tap against the window. Blinking, he glanced up, and saw it - the once blue sky had gone grey.
Another tap, then another, faster, harder, and in seconds there was rain. It was pouring down in seconds, grass becoming muddy in seconds. Very quickly, Clay felt vindicated about the fact he had been prepared.
As class came to an end, Clay hung back; he was always the last to enter, and always the last to leave - only seemed fair. Sliding his notebook into his bag, and tugging his umbrella free, Clay smiled to himself as he slung his back onto his back. He tipped his head towards Professor Young, before taking his own leave.
Approaching an exit, Clay noted how most students were opting to try and use their random belongings to try and shield themselves from the downpour. It wouldn't do much to help, but there was a chance it was better than nothing.
The only student that wasn't trying it was Jack, Clay's room mate, and more importantly, boyfriend. Clay was hopeful, and maybe just dumb enough, to hope it's because Jack had decided to wait for him here.
"Howdy darlin'," Clay greeted, warm smile on his lips.
Before he could teasingly ask if Jack was waiting for him, his unspoken words were interrupted when Jack complained about the rain, saying about how their outfit, and makeup would be ruined.
"Yanno, y'all be jus' as pretty without all that fancy face paint."
Clay's compliment was huffed at, but the cowboy didn't mind. He knew that Jack hogged the bathroom for hours on end just to make sure their eyeliner was 'on point'.
Stepping forward, Clay's foot now slightly over the threshold, the leather of his boot threatening to get soaked in the rain. He held the umbrella off to the side, his free hand slipping the little mechanism up. The synthetic material spread out; it was mostly white, with a picture of two Highland cows in a field printed on it.
Moving in front, Clay nestled himself beneath his umbrella, though half of his shoulder was exposed to the elements. Fingers remained wrapped around the handle, while his other reached out. Clay smiled,
"Well, y'all can stay there bitchin' 'bout the rain all day darlin', or, y'all can join me under the 'brella."
His smile grew a little more, as Jack's fingers rested against his palm. Clay let his own fingers curl around Jack's hand, as he lead them beneath the umbrella, their little portable shelter in the downpour. Clay didn't care he was getting, partially, soaked.
When Jack was nestled next to him, Clay released their hand, instead of moving to wrap their arm around their lower back. Fingers pressed to their hip, Clay tugging Jack as close as possible, ensuring they were completely under. Clay could deal with the rain, he didn't care if he got sick - he had the immunity, and strength, of an Ox after all.
"C'mon, lets mosey on to the room b'fore this rain gets any worse," Clay suggested, "I'd hate for y'all to risk y'all'self anymore in this weather."
Making sure to keep Jack as close as possible, and that they were under the umbrella the entire time, Clay took the lead. He kept Jack warm with his own form, and held their shield against the rain. Clay could only hope he would be thanked for being so prepared, and that Jack wouldn't whine about their makeup being ruined by the rain...
Or, at least, not whine as much about the rain in general.
🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈 [bailey boo]
Send me a 🏳️🌈 for a queer headcanon about my muse!
"Well I guess it only makes sense you left the best 'till last~"
Bailey one of the headcanon memes was for your own son you fluffy bastard xD
Besides, he's only the last one of the mocha-idiots xD So no Bailey is not the last xD he is an idiot though uwu
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"I've fucked more guys than girls~"
Because of course Bailey has xD
Also inaccurate because Bailey is the one getting fucked okay, he is a bottom and we love that for him xD
Point is, in his whoring days between Rocky, and Richard, this man has been around the block a good few times. And in general, Bailey has ended up with more guys than girls uwu
Bailey is pan, but he def has a preference when it comes to partners uwu originally it was guys, but now his main preference is Richy uwu
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"I know I act like a stereotype, with my love for pink, and the fact I'm flamboyant as fuck, but I'm happy so shut up~"
Let's be honest, Bailey does play into a lot of gay stereotypes xD But I will argue, he was made this way before I even assigned a sexuality to him xD
Yes he's a diva, yes he loves make up, and fashion, and is flamboyant and pretty damn feminine.
But Bailey is also in a long committed relationship (something that goes against stereotypes), he's a loving father, he's a business man, he has his moments of being smart.
And as said, Bailey's happy uwu he knows he acts a bit like a stereotype but that's who he is and he has no plans of changing who he is ;3;
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"The only time I'm not in near enough all pink is for the pride parades; gotta make sure I represent all my colours after all."
You know Bailey drags Richy to the pride parade, he gotta force his man to take one day off to celebrate themselves uwu and yanno, gotta take Buddy there uwu
But yes, as we know, Bailey's a big pink piece of bubblegum, he always loves wearing pink in all know shades - but especially in the shade of pink he copyrighted xD
But, when he attends pride events? Bailey got to shine with all his colours uwu so it's a guarantee that he spices up his usual pink with some yellow, and blue ;3;
They're his colours, but also his family colours ;3; and now we cry ;3;
I should really draw Bailey in a pride esq outfit ;3;
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"Sinsations set up a little stall at the pride events; only the adult orientated ones of course."
Shockingly I had to do a tiny bit of research about this xD
On a personal level, Bailey does believe kink belongs at pride (so do I), due to its roots, but he also understands that a lot of pride events in big cities, like St Canard, are likely to have children attending.
So, he makes sure to find a smaller pride event that allows adult content, or just a general late night adult pride event to set a stall up.
Sinsations is known as a big support of LGBT rights, even before Bailey took over, so it only feels right to be there themselves.
And yes, there is pride event only merch xD come get your rainbow dicks xD
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"I always wondered if I'd make a good Drag Queen; I already wear make up, and can work heels better than most."
Bailey would make a fantastic drag queen and we all know it xD Sure they can't dance, sing, or don't really like performing, but we know damn well he would fucking slay xD
Have the long red flowing locks of hair, the pink sparkly dress, the high heels xD Bailey would work it and I think Richy would love seeing his wife uwu
Point is, Bailey just wanna dress up and would be a beauty queen which is yanno, when they just look pretty uwu
Now, question is, what would their drag name be? At the moment I'm thinking Cotton Candy simply because they pink and soft xD Or Bubblegum would work I feel xD
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"Apparently my Grandma Sue knew I wasn't straight the second I hatched - least that's what she always claimed."
Grandma took one look at her grandbaby and knew he would grow up to be a boy kisser xD
Look, neither of Bailey's parents, or his Grandma, are against the LGBT, and love him as he is.
Which is why growing up, his family were always so accepting. They always showed him love, and reassured him they will always love him no matter what happens.
And this is important because when Bailey was growing up, LGBT people didn't have many rights, didn't get acceptance on any real level.
So Bailey was very privileged to have the home he did, and it's why he feels so strongly about LGBT issues. It's why he always shows up to events, and always donates to charities that help people in the community.
He was lucky to have such a loving family, to have a Grandma, and parents, that looked at him and knew no matter how he loved, they'd love him all the same.
And he wants to share the love he had with others in whatever way he could.
Refound that BDSMtest and decided to do it for Clay; somehow not surprised by his results xD
Under read more cause technically nsfw uwu
NSFW things to say to submissive muses
“I want you on your knees.”
“You look so good. I could just eat you up.”
“Don’t cover your face. You’re so pretty when you blush.”
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? I know you can be louder than that.”
“I think… you deserve a treat.”
“Do you want to see the new toys I bought for you?”
“Have you ever thought about wearing a collar… with my name on it?”
“If you don’t behave, I’ll have to spank you.”
“You need to learn patience. Be good and I’ll give you what you want later.”
“Have you been a good boy/girl today?”
“You’re beautiful with my marks all over you.”
“I want you on top of me tonight.”
“What was that? Did I just hear a whimper?”
“Use your words ~ what do you want from me?”
“Are you being a brat again?”
“Do you *want* me to punish you?”
“Good boys/girls get special treatment.”
“Bad boys/girls don’t get what they want.”
“I wanna hear you. Scream it again.”
“Why are you biting your pillow? Don’t want me to hear you?”
“Shhhh. You don’t want us to get caught, do you?”
“Make sure you wear that dress/suit/outfit I bought you.”
“Be on your best behavior and I’ll let you pick what you get tonight.”
“Do you want puppy ears or kitty ears? I have matching tails to go with them.”
“Tell me if it’s too hard.”
“This isn’t too much, is it?”
“I want to treat you like a prince/princess.”
“Lie back and let me take care of you, honey/love/sweetheart/etc.”
“If you want my tongue/cock/pussy/ass/etc, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
Currently just wanting to be gently fucked and taken care of. Just let me turn my brain off while you coo at me about how dumb and quiet I am. That I don't need to think about anything but what I was made for.
he’s broken, but you love him anyway not because you want to fix him, but because, he’s the only one who knows you’re just as broken as him.
"'Cause I need somebody to remember my name."[clack body guard au]
mitski : be the cowboy album ... sentence starters
The lights were too bright, the music too loud, and Clay stood out like a store thumb. He was a giant compared to most, and the signature cowboy hat upon his blonde hair also didn't help. It was clear he didn't belong here, and the slight scowl on his face proved he didn't even want to be here.
But Clay wasn't there for himself. He was there for a job, because overtime wasn't an option for him. Not because Jack had told him as much, that's just what Clay believed in.
So there Clay stood, off to the side of the dance floor, a drink of ice cold water in hand. A few had seen him, tried to get his attention, but he brushed off all conversation. His eyes were squarely on Jack. He was nice enough to keep space, so he wasn't breathing down the red heads neck constantly.
But his blue hues never left them. Like a hawk stalking its prey, Clay watched every move, every twitch of a grin that would grace Jack's face, every time they sipped at another drink. The cowboy knew he was being overprotective, over guarded, and that he could take the stick out of his ass for a few hours.
But Clay was smart. He was a hard working country boy out of his element, who could feel the vibrations of music through the floor as it seeped into the soles of his boots. It's how he knew the amount of people in that one building, and how he knew where the clearest exits were for a quick escape if needed - there weren't as many vibrations coming from those directions.
Time ticked on, and the only thing that changed were the faces of people going in and out of the club. Clay stayed rooted to his spot by the bar; the once cold drink he held had gone warm. He still sipped it slowly. On some level he knew he was being ridiculous, but he pushed away the thought.
He was hired to protect Jack, and he would do that no matter how ridiculous he acted.
Clay wondered how long it had been. He let his eyes glance away; he was quick to note the lack of clocks anywhere. He huffed to himself, his free hand slipping into his jean pocket. Clay fished out his phone, and for the first time, for more than a second, he looked away from Jack.
Eyebrows furrowed upon seeing it had just gone one in the morning. That was more than enough reason to drag Jack's butt out of here; he couldn't run his dad's company if he was exhausted.
When Clay looked back up though, his eyes widened. He couldn't see that familiar, fiery red hair anywhere. Placing his glass on the bar top, and shoving his phone into his jeans, Clay immediately began to force himself through the crowd. He had barely looked away, he knew Jack couldn't have gotten far.
Thankfully, they hadn't.
Clay found Jack with some stranger, snuggled on their lap, shamelessly feeling them up. Clay felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle, a harsh frown tugging onto his lips. He felt his fingers twitch into fists, a strange thrill of jealousy crawling up his spine.
He brushed off the feeling, unsure where it came from. He was here to work after all.
Clay approached, not caring as his shadow loomed. He gave no warning; he grabbed the back of Jack's shirt, and yanked them back. He ignored the protests given, merely snipping,
"It's late Boss, y'all gotta get home."
Protests and arguments were ignored, Clay having had had enough of the club, and Jack's attitude.
The air was cold as it slammed into Clay; he took it head on, like most things. It was only now Clay let go of Jack, assured that they wouldn't be running off. The little scene back there wouldn't be forgotten anytime soon; Clay had, unintentionally, made them the clubs laughing stock. He had caught the tail end of a few comments about how Jack's babysitter came to take them home.
The cowboy was back on his phone, getting a taxi ready to come and pick them up. He was only half listening to Jack's whines. He found his usually long fuse being cut short.
"Y'all know I got a job to do Boss," Clay huffs out in response, "An' that's keepin' y'all safe - aint exactly doin' that if I jus' let y'all get involved in any dang rodeo."
He saw the look Jack gave him; Clay put it down to them not understanding what he meant with his cowboy-isms.
"Aint y'all got any shame?" He asked, "Y'all were, uh... grindin' on that fella without carni' 'bout what people woul' see," Clay pointed out, "If y'all daddy foun' out what y'all were doin', he'd go greyer than a cat in a dog house."
Clay sighed, looking back to his phone. There should be an Uber soon.
He shook his head slightly, looking back to Jack, a judgemental edge to his gaze,
"What do y'all get from it?" Clay can't help but ask, not used to this sort of behaviour thanks to his own upbringing, "Why do y'all insis' on actin' like that?"
In truth, Clay wasn't actually expecting an answer, so it took him off guard when Jack gave him one,
"'Cause I need somebody to remember my name."
Clay blinked, taking the words in carefully. He didn't know what Jack dealt with, how his family, how the World, saw him. Yet, for whatever reason, Jack's reasoning resonated with him.
Silently glancing away, Clay lifted a hand, and rubbed the back of his neck. Maybe he shouldn't have been so judgemental. He should've gotten Jack out of there in a more...subtle way, because surely the stranger would remember Jack's name, for all the reasons he didn't want to be known.
They had had the front row seat to Jack over glorified 'babysitter' dragging them away for bedtime.
Breathing out a silent sigh, Clay finally spoke, in an attempt to reassure his boss,
"...I remember y'all name...I always will," Clay murmured gently, "Y'all aint the type'a person that can be forgotten...in a good way, promise."
He got no form of response. No smile, not even a word. Clay let his shoulders slump slightly, his hands moving to his hips. He hadn't anything else to say; words were not his speciality.
Their uber finally showed up.
Clay stepped forward, and opened the door; he watched as Jack climbed into the car. Gently shutting the car door for them, he could only hope his words sunk in on some level, that he had been able to get Jack to understand that someone did remember their name, and that someone was always going to stand by their side.
Not just as their bodyguard, but as their friend.
🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈 [possed clay XD]
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"You humans are so obsessed with sexuality...it's pathetic."
I did try to think of 6 but I could not u_u My brain broke u_u
Also reminder that I'll be calling Sibini, well, Sibini xD His actions are not Clay's actions, nor are his words Clay's thoughts u_u
Also going straight under a read more because nsfw and also it's fucking Sibini xD
[clack uwu] Jack, love dragging Clay where he wanted and Clay seemed to enjoy it when it came to seeing Jack dressed up in things other than his usual villian wear. Which made it all the more fun for Jack. And Clay had been able to see Jack in many looks even more feminine. Course today was different Jack wanted to shop sure but he thought it be fun to let Clay pick something out. Jack was interested in WHAT seemed to catch Clay's eye though a plaid-patterned dress. Course Jack wore plaid before and dresses too but it was more that Clay was intrested. Jack smirked and joined his boyfriend "Hmm something caught your eye uh?" Jack knew it was easy to tell "Hmm I see intresting? So, what about this makes you pick it out?" Jack asked as he turned to look to Clay. Listening to them try and explain but that wasn't good enough. "It's nice yeah" He took it off the rack to look it over "Won't make me look washed out I guess. But that's just the color alone. But there's gotta be more reason why you saw this and thought of me right, babe?" Shy Clay was the cutest. Jack couldn't resist "Ya know, if you tell me what you're thinking," And what Jack wanted to hear, "I could be convinced to wear it on our next date out?" Jack offered "But only if you" He poked the tip of Clay's nose with a slightly chuckle "Tell me excatly why you think I should wear this."
Clay had had the privilege to see Jack in all sorts of outfits outside of their usual villain wear. He'd also had the privilege of seeing Jack without any outfits at all. But right now wasn't the time to think about Jack stripped down, especially considering Jack had dragged Clay out to the mall.
Shopping wasn't something Clay cared all that much for, and admittedly, clothes shopping was somewhat of a bore for him. The cowboy tended to stick to the same thing when it came to his wardrobe after all.
However, Jack had insisted they go out shopping, with the caveat that Clay pick out a new outfit for him. Clay wasn't sure how he felt about it, already guilty, and worried, about picking something that Jack would hate. Clay knew he was overthinking things already, he knew Jack could make anything look amazing, but it didn't stop him from second guessing every outfit that caught his eye.
Eventually though, something did catch Clay's interest, and try as he might, he couldn't stop the image of Jack wearing it. It was a red, plaid patterned dress. There were even some necklaces on a nearby display table; most likely recommended accessories. Jack had worn plaid before, and it really looked good on him.
Well...everything looked good on Jack.
Clearly Clay was staring too long, because it didn't take long until Jack noticed Clay was no longer following him like a shadow. Clay quirked his mouth, reaching to gently touch over the fabric, humming to himself. He couldn't see the smirk on Jack's face, but he could hear it on their voice,
"Hmm something caught your eye uh?"
Clay blinked, looking down at them. He went to speak, but the words died on his tongue.
"Hmm I see intresting? So, what about this makes you pick it out?"
He hummed once more, face turning a gentle red. He wasn't good at talking in general, but in truth, Clay had no idea how to put into words how hot Jack, or 'Jackie', would be in it. Awkwardly shuffling on his feet, Clay managed to stumble out some form of explanation,
"Reds jus' a real pretty colour on y'all..." He muttered, "An', yanno, it's a nice dress...woul' suit y'all."
Clay was foolish enough to hope that was enough for Jack.
"It's nice yeah"
Clay watched as Jack took the dress he had found off the rack, holding it in front of themselves,
"Won't make me look washed out I guess. But that's just the color alone. But there's gotta be more reason why you saw this and thought of me right, babe?"
Clay's face grew redder at the implication. He lifted a hand, rubbing the back of his neck as he shyly murmured,
"I mean...couse there is darlin'..."
Poor Clay was walking right into the trap Jack had set out. He realised it was too late for him, when he finally took notice of the smirk painted on Jack's lips,
"Ya know, if you tell me what you're thinking,"
And what Jack, most likely, wanted to hear,
"I could be convinced to wear it on our next date out?"
"Really?" Clay asked, maybe a little too eagerly for his own good.
"But only if you"
Clay's face, instinctively, scrunched up as Jack poked the tip of his rounded, button nose. The slight chuckle didn't help, as the blush on Clay's cheeks bled down his neck,
"Tell me excatly why you think I should wear this."
"Dang it darlin'..."
It wasn't that Clay didn't want to tell Jack exactly why he would love for them to wear the dress, he just had no idea how to use his words to do it. Not without feeling stupid and awkwardly.
Clay moved his hands onto his hips, the cowboy awkwardly shuffling on his feet. His tongue was more tied than a rat-king at a glue factory.
"Well...I jus'...feel like y'all be real pretty in it is all," Clay stated, the southern accent thick as his nerves got the better of him, "It'll fit y'all form, an' show off them legs of y'alls..."
Clay did like Jack's legs, especially their thighs. He liked to grope them whenever he went down on them; the feeling off their soft flesh yielding beneath his touch something he craved.
"An' well...I thought it woul' be nice to take y'all out on a date...well...Jackie out on a date, where we aint gotta hide, an' I can hol y'all han', an' maybe even bring y'all to the temple without worryin' 'bout the others flippin' their lids..."
After all, they had already accepted Jackie as Clay's girlfriend, so, why not ask them to dawn their drag persona and swing on by,
"If, y'all don't mind dressin' up for me like that.../span>"
