#Subway surfers the guard

[lavina-arts]

Here more arts of my Subway surfers season 2 ideas

The guard: Wtf is happened here!?

Frank , Zoe and Coco: Ummm we-

*Frank's dream*

Frank's chilhood: Come on Frank we wanna say goodnight to you

Frank: *wake up* You!

Nicky: Billy! Do you hear me, Billy? Billy wake up! Billy: Nicky... If I die, tell them I'll never forget them

Ninja: M- Maia!? (Maia killed herself)

Coco: So you work as a spy! This is so cool!

Zoe: Not really, I really hate this job, anyway, what do you do?

Coco: I work as a pandemic worker

Zoe: That job your family said you'd never be happy with if you did it?

Coco: Yes, but I'm quite happy.

Zoe: I'm happy for you

Random person: Aren't you that disgusting girl who supports LGBT!?

Rain: Can't you just be a little more respectful and get out of here?

Ji-Yeong: Yuto, for the last time, stop calling me every day.

Yuto: Won't you come back home?

Ji - Yeong: I already said that I can come visit you once or twice a year at most

Yuto: But there is no one here who spends time with me!

Ji - Yeong: You promised to make me friends Yuto: I really tried but people stay away from me because they think I'm weird and unsociable

Ji - Yeong: Look... just try to find friends and please don't cause any trouble while I'm gone

Yuto: ... Okay sister...

Ji - Yeong: Don't worry, I will come to visit as soon as possible, I have to go for now, bye

Yuto: See you later sister

( ı think Yuto and Ji - Yeong can be siblings)

Ji's manager: *talking*

Ji - Yeong: *thinking* I tired of this job...

Thats all for now

[iwikitty]

mreowww

[thtupidity]

I got my internet back so here's frank x guard yuri i made while in my prison

[character-smash-or-pass-3]

[wouldtheybecomeafearavatar]

[toastedclownery]

Frank voice lines compilation ! There are a small few I missed but they're the ones from the character select menu

[gh0s1y]

so bangladesh's policing system is broken and by broken i mean the public set fire to a few police stations on the day hasina fled and no cops have come to work since. literally all of them are in hiding. basically the students amd neighborhood youth have stepped up to control traffic and set up nightly watches to get rid of robbers and protect minority religious institutions etc. which. mixed feelings. first of all it's great to see that a police free society is possible. we're literally doing it right now!! but at the same time, there's no accountability anywhere to be seen. like. people have been keeping eachother in check for the most part. but "robbers" have rights to and thats almost totally forfeit. most of the times, rhe stolen goods are returned, and robbers publicly humiliated is all. i cant say im against this because these robbers are most of the time backed by bnp or jamat, so they're let go. but there is no due process. what I want to say is basically i can totally see a system without cops is possible, but a system is also necessary. the interrim government doesn't have any plans to abolish cops tho and the cops will probably return eventually. but someday. hopefully. someday a police-less society will be possible

[indigovortex]

ok the lore we have so far on the Infinity organisation and Frank is like really cool but like I feel like a lot of people forget about Ted (the security guy) having seen the whole shit happening in that creepy abandoned station

like you can't tell me that after the day he dropped Jake off at his mom that he wasn't like this for a solid week or two

seriously he's such an underrated character in terms of plot and if no one is going to do something with him than by god I might have to

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My uncle thought I’d spent $1000 on Donkey Kong using his account, so I was hiding out at a friend’s house and then when I left he started chasing me like the guard in Subway Surfer.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie's 'Phone' -

Everytime a fic be like 'Hobie pulled out his phone' I hope y'all know I'm imagining this and not this cause there's no way in hell he'd have the one on the right and not the one on the left.

An iPhone 14 is 700 dollars and they guard them shits like nuclear bombs plus Siri is a little narc snitch and if he wanted to be backtalked and condescended to by a little sassy AI he'd ask Lyla and get it over with

'pulled his phone from his vest pocket' how!

his big ass hands can barely fit up in there!!

Y'all like 'he texted' I imagine him there either with a brick phone typing out on the number pad or with a busted ass bright pink Sidekick he found in a dumpster behind a Nando's chicken spot with a tamogachi attached to it and it looks like this

The first time Gwen tells him that her Siri listens for her voice the look Hobie have her was one of pure dread.

Cause NAH how are they okay with this??? HOW??

He's like 'When's it listening?'

She's like 'Only when the phones on.'

'When's the phone usually on?'

'All the time.'

Then Pavis like mine too, Auntie has Alexa also. Then even Miles is like yeah my phone does too all phones so that Hobie

And it dawns on Hobies they're all okay and fine and dandy with this cause they get to play Subway Surfers and show him TikToks edits that feel more like flashbangs than videos

He's like 'Can it call the cops?'

They're like '... Yes.'

So he just goes 'Gwendy, can I talk to your Siri for a second? *takes phone*...Oi, listen you little grass, rat, snitching cunt-'

They're like TAKE THE PHONE TAKE THE PHONE

[lavina-arts]

F: Bro... Zoe gonna be so mad!

G: Mad!? She will kill us!

...

[iwikitty]

my dads

[thtupidity]

I missed the birthday and I think im just gonna live with that. Anyways doodle page because I was desperate to draw something

I have to live with the fact that some people have seen my ninja and miss maia art and think its ship art because they don't follow me n just see my shit on google or pintrest, so clarification the maia n ninja doodles r in fact not related maia is not blushing at her brother...

[volatilesubstances]

A bit of an overview of chaos's centre of the universe aka the signal trio

Phoenix does not go looking for trouble, however trouble has been chasing him like the guard from subway surfers his entire life. He just kind of rolls with it at this point.

Larry unintentionally stumbles blindly into trouble at every turn, primarily because he's a dumbass. He also tends to unintentionally stumble blindly into the solutions for other people's troubles, just not his own.

Miles runs headfirst into trouble at every opportunity and just happens to be very, very good at talking his way out of it afterwards. How he hasn't ended up either in prison or dead is 50% autistic rizz and 50% dumb luck.

[youcanbeaclock]

Am I the only one who’s been constantly seeing those subway surfer/minecraft gameplay/asmr story videos using BATFAM TUMBLR POSTS??

Its gotten to the point where I’ve seen posts I already have in my liked, or ones that pop onto my dash HOURS later. I SWEAR I’m not the only one witnessing this uptake.

I’m not saying it’s necessarily bad, but GOSH have I been caught off guard.

(I also find really funny 90% of the ones I see on my fyp are superbat)

[koffeesfancy]

The Tutor Ch. 2 | Letitia x Reader

Summary: You are a broke graduate student hustling through college when you unexpectedly land a job tutoring an actress in your native language—a language you've nearly forgotten. Instead of teaching, you find yourself becoming the student in this unexpected journey. As you fall in love for the first time, you begin to uncover profound truths about yourself and the world around you that you never knew existed.

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance, fluff, slow-burn, comedy

Word Count: 2716

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated! If anyone wants to be added to my taglist, the link is in the pinned post on my page

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world

On Monday afternoon, you found yourself perched on a folding lawn chair behind a makeshift stall on the street. The weather was humid from the threatening awning of rain clouds overhead. You were out with Dominique, a fellow teaching assistant, manning a table covered in wallets in hopes of making a few quick bucks. The wallets were of dubious quality, but that didn’t deter Dominique; nothing ever did.

Dominique, your fearless and fiery friend, was short in stature but towering in personality. She had a confidence that could level skyscrapers, and her voice carried with the authority of someone who knew how to command attention. Today, she was in her element, her cocky charm on full display.

“Aye! Dude with the hips! Yeah, I’m talking to you Beyonce. When was the last time you bought a new wallet?” she shouted at a passerby, her tone an indistinguishable blend of humor and offense. The man, caught off guard, looked down at his curvaceous sides and then back at Dominique, who flashed him a winning smile. He shuddered, shook his head, and moved on, but not without a backward glance. “Broke ass…” she murmured under her breath. 

You, on the other hand, were content to sit back and let your friend do her thing. Reclining in your chair, you immersed yourself in a round of Subway Surfer, the electronic beeps and boops a comforting distraction. Every so often, you’d glance up, just to see Dominique engaging another potential customer with her sharp wit.

“Come on, lady, you spend more on coffee every day than one of these wallets! Treat yourself!” Dominique called out to a woman walking a small, yappy dog. The woman looked scandalized for a moment before curiously stopping to look at the wallets.

Dominique’s relentless energy was both impressive and exhausting to watch. You had always admired how she could turn any situation into an opportunity, how her confidence could make even the most skeptical stranger pause and consider her pitch.

As you swiped and tapped on your phone, lost in the virtual world, Dominique’s voice grew louder, more agitated. You frowned and looked up, the familiar feeling of trouble brewing in the air.

“Why be stingy though? You got on a pair of Gucci shades- lady, you know you got $20!” Dominique yelled, her tone sharp with challenge. You squinted, trying to make out who she was addressing, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw her.

It was Letitia. She stood there, looking slightly amused and a little confused as Dominique tried to pressure her into buying a wallet. Her shaved head gleamed in the muted sunlight, and she wore another chic outfit that looked effortlessly expensive.

Letitia must have spotted you before approaching because her eyes lit up with recognition. She called out your name with a wave and smiled, a genuine warmth in her expression that made your stomach flip. You felt a flush of embarrassment and excitement, the memory of your last encounter rushing back with full force.

Dominique looked between you and Letitia with confusion. "You know this lady?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

Before you could respond, Letitia chuckled and said, “Oh, we know each other quite well. We kissed.”

Dominique's eyes widened in shock, and instead of laughing along, she inhaled dramatically and shook her head while crossing her arms over her chest. “What? You kissed? Seriously?”

You opened your mouth to explain, but Dominique’s expression had turned sour. “Yo, this cannot be forreal! You were just on my line, talm bout- see, I’m just getting in my bag, I ain’t worried about these broads,” She mocked in a voice that was spitefully deep, her face screwed up and her hands waving wildly. 

“I swear it’s not what you think—” you tried to interject, but she cut you off, her voice rising.

“Bet I’ll never let you use my cousin’s Footlocker discount again.”

“Nique, listen to me-”

“And I’m locking you out the Netflix,” she pouted. 

Letitia, watching Dominique’s outburst, began laughing loudly, clearly finding the situation amusing. “Hey, relax, it was just a funny misunderstanding,” she added.

But Dominique wasn’t having it. “I don’t care! I’m mad! We’re supposed to be friends!” She glared at you, her eyes practically shooting daggers. “I wanna know everything from the beg-”

Dominique’s rant was abruptly cut short by the shrill ring of her phone. She glanced at the screen, and her eyes widened in panic. Without another word, she frantically answered the call.

"Hello? Yes, ma’am, I’m actually picking up the test papers right now," Dominique said, her tone urgent. She shot you a quick, apologetic look. "Damn, Doc got me caught up. We’ll talk later, okay? Hold down the fort!"

Before you could respond, Dominique was already hurrying down the street, leaving you alone with the table and Letitia, who watched the scene unfold with an amused smile.

Letitia turned her attention to the setup, her fingers lightly grazing the various merchandise on display. “So, this is your other gig?” she asked, her voice smooth and casual.

You nodded, still reeling from Dominique's sudden departure and Letitia’s presence. “Yeah, y’know, bills gotta get paid somehow.”

Letitia picked up a particularly gaudy coin purse, examining it with a bemused expression. “Interesting line of work. How did you end up selling wallets on the street?”

A part of you wanted to feel offended, but instead her words sent a wave of heat through your body. You shrugged, trying to focus on the conversation and not the fluttering sensation in your core. “Dominique had the idea. She’s really good at selling things, and I just tag along for the ride.”

“She seems... protective of you,” Letitia remarked, her tone light but her gaze sharp.

You chuckled nervously. “Yeah, that’s Dominique for you. She means well.”

Letitia’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in slightly. “Means well? Isn’t it clear she wants more than that though?”

The question caught you off guard, and you felt a blush creeping up your neck. “What? No, Dominique and I are just friends. She’s not... I mean, I don’t think she—”

Letitia laughed softly, a rich, warm sound. “Relax, I’m just teasing. But maybe you should start seeing someone soon. Wouldn't want anyone, especially Dominique, to get any ideas...”

You stared at her, flustered and unsure how to respond. “Dating? I don’t really have time for that right now. Too busy with grad school and, you know, making a living.”

Letitia’s smile was both knowing and kind. “Sometimes, you have to make time for things that matter. And who knows? You might find someone who makes everything a little easier.”

Her words, though spoken lightly, carried a weight that made you pause. Letitia’s smooth and casual demeanor only added to your growing confusion and intrigue. You couldn’t quite tell if she was just being friendly or if there was something more to her words.

As she continued to browse the wallets, you tried to regain your composure. “So, are you in the market for a new wallet?” you asked, attempting to steer the conversation back to safer territory.

Letitia grinned. “Maybe. Got anything that says… ‘girlfriend potential’?”

You laughed, the tension easing slightly. “I’m not sure these wallets say anything other than ‘potentially poor,’ but I’ll see what I can do.”

As you helped Letitia sift through the wallets, the conversation flowed more naturally. Despite your initial flustered state, you found yourself enjoying her company, the playful banter, and the easy way she seemed to navigate the world. The encounter was unexpectedly pleasant, leaving you with a pathetic feeling of neediness to be closer to her than just a tutor.

After a length of banter, Letitia picked out two wallets, one sleek black and another with a bold, colorful design. She handed you a couple of bills, her fingers brushing yours ever so slightly. The brief contact sent a jolt through you, leaving your heart racing.

“These will do nicely,” Letitia said, her voice warm.

“Thanks,” you replied, trying to keep your cool. “Hope they serve you well.”

As Letitia transferred the contents of her old wallet into one of the new ones, an awkward silence settled between you. Neither of you seemed to know how to end the conversation, both hesitating, searching for the right words. You giggled nervously, and Letitia joined in, the sound rich and melodic.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around,” you finally managed to say, your voice a little higher than usual.

Letitia nodded, her eyes twinkling. “Actually, I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

You blinked, taken aback. “Wednesday?”

“Yeah,” she said, stepping closer. “For our next tutoring session. Don’t forget.”

“Oh, right,” you stammered, feeling a mix of relief and nervous anticipation. “Wednesday.”

Before you could say anything else, Letitia closed the distance between you and wrapped her arms around you in a warm, tender embrace. The scent of her perfume enveloped you, a delicate blend of jasmine and sandalwood that made your head swim. Her body fit perfectly against yours, her touch sending a cascade of shivers down your spine. You felt her heartbeat, steady and reassuring, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

As you melted into the hug, Letitia gently pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her gaze soft and filled with something that made your breath catch. She leaned in slowly, her lips brushing your forehead in a kiss so tender, it felt like a whisper against your skin. The contact lingered, time stretching out as the world around you seemed to hold its breath.

When she finally stepped back, Letitia gave you a playful wink with a chuckle. “See you then.”

Without another word, she turned and walked away, her movements graceful and confident. You stood there, rooted to the spot, watching her retreating figure, your mind swirling with a hundred different emotions. Your forehead tingled where her lips had been, a sweet reminder of the unexpected intimacy.

On Wednesday evening, you found yourself standing outside Letitia's brownstone, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. The elegant facade of the building loomed over you, adding to your already mounting nerves. You took a deep breath and muttered to yourself, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts in your head.

"Okay, this is fine," you began, speaking in a low voice. "It's just a casual meeting. Nothing to freak out about. Sure, she kissed your forehead and left you speechless, but that's totally normal, right? Right. Happens all the time."

You stopped and rubbed your temples. "Oh, who am I kidding? She’s... so cool. And I’m just a mess selling wallets on the street. What am I even doing here?"

You resumed your pacing, occasionally glancing at the door. "Maybe I should’ve brought flowers. Or chocolates. Or, I don’t know, an escape plan?"

You chuckled nervously, shaking your head. "Get it together. She invited you here. She wants to see you. It's not like she's going to open the door, laugh in your face, and slam it shut."

Taking a deep breath, you finally mustered the courage to approach the door. You raised your fist to knock, heart pounding in your chest, when suddenly, the door swung open.

Letitia stood there, looking as effortlessly chic as ever, a smile spreading across her face. "Hey there," she said warmly. "You coming in, or are you planning to wear a groove into my sidewalk?"

Caught off guard, you jumped back, letting out a nervous laugh that sounded more like a hiccup. "Oh, hey! Didn't see you there. Just, you know, practicing my... knocking technique. Very important stuff."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Practicing your knocking technique?"

"Yeah," you said, feeling your face heat up. "You can never be too prepared for a door, right? Anyway, hi!"

Letitia laughed softly, shaking her head. "Well, your technique is flawless. Come on in."

You stepped inside, the warmth of her home enveloping you, and suddenly, the nerves didn't seem so overwhelming. "Thanks," you said, trying to sound casual and failing miserably. "Nice place you've got here."

"Thanks," Letitia replied, still smiling. "It’s only on loan from my agency, but make yourself at home."

As you followed her inside, you couldn't help but feel both embarrassed and exhilarated. This was going to be an interesting session. 

"Only on loan from your agency?" you asked, trying to keep your tone light. "Sounds like a pretty sweet deal."

Letitia led you through the elegant foyer, past a spacious living room adorned with tasteful artwork and expensive-looking furniture. The walls were lined with antique sconces casting a warm, inviting glow, and the intricate crown molding added a touch of old-world charm. "Yeah, they like to keep us comfortable," she said with a shrug. "Perks of the job, I guess. But enough about that. How about we work in the kitchen today? The study feels a bit stuffy, no?"

You followed her, marveling at the sheer opulence of her home. The floors were polished wood, the kind that creaked in a comforting way with each step. Large, heavy drapes framed tall windows, letting in just enough light to give the rooms a soft, golden hue. Every piece of furniture seemed to have a story, from the velvet-upholstered settees to the grand, ornate mirrors that adorned the walls.

As you entered the kitchen, you were struck by how inviting it felt. Despite the modern appliances and sleek design, there was a cozy, lived-in quality to the space. Letitia motioned for you to sit at a small table near a large window that overlooked a lush garden in the backyard. The table itself was a beautiful antique, with a weathered patina that spoke of years of use and love. You took a seat, the sunlight streaming through the window casting a soft glow on Letitia's features. She looked stunning, her skin radiant and her eyes sparkling as she moved about the kitchen. You found yourself mesmerized by her beauty, momentarily forgetting why you were there.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Letitia asked, pulling you out of your reverie.

"Oh, uh, sure. Anything's fine," you replied, trying to play it cool.

She smiled and poured two glasses of iced water from a crystal pitcher, bringing them over to the table. "Here you go."

"Thanks," you said, taking a sip and savoring the refreshing taste. "This is really nice. I mean, the house, the garden, everything."

Letitia settled into the chair across from you, her gaze softening. "I'm glad you like it. It's nice to have a place where I can relax and unwind. And it's even nicer to share it with someone."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, and you struggled to find the right response. "Yeah, it's... it's great. Thanks for inviting me."

She leaned back in her chair, studying you with an amused expression. "You seem a little nervous. Everything okay?"

You laughed nervously, fidgeting with your glass. "Just, you know, not used to being in such a fancy place. And... well, you're kind of intimidating."

"Intimidating?" Letitia raised an eyebrow. "Me? I think you're giving me too much credit."

"It's true," you insisted, feeling a bit bolder. "You have this... presence. It's hard not to be a little awestruck."

She smiled, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. "Well, I'm just a person, like anyone else. And right now, I'm really glad you're here."

Her words made your heart flutter, and you felt a rush of warmth. "I'm glad I'm here too."

For a moment, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the sunlight bathing the room in a golden glow. You couldn't help but feel that this was the start of something special, even if you weren't quite sure what that something was yet.

"So," Letitia said, breaking the silence, "how's everything going with school and... life in general?"

You smiled, feeling more at ease. "It's been busy, but good. Just trying to keep up with everything, you know?"

She nodded, her eyes full of understanding. "I get it. Life can be overwhelming sometimes. But it's important to take a break and enjoy the little moments."

"Like this?" you asked, gesturing to the sunlit kitchen.

"Exactly," Letitia replied, her smile widening. "Like this."