#and that was it ! that was literally it. they also lost their hair

[sixeyesonathiel]

what happens when satoru gojo fakes vulnerability and someone responds with actual care?

a/n: reader using a male avatar so she doesn't get underestimated and satoru using a female avatar to scam his way through life is literally the silliest dynamic i’ve ever cooked up. like hello??? gender who??? one’s silently carrying the whole server with raw skill and the other’s sobbing in sparkles for loot he doesn’t even need. peak clownery. I LOVE THEM.

satoru didn’t play the game to be noble. he played to win.

he lounged on a mossy ledge in aethergate online’s emerald forest, legs swinging above luminous roots, beams of late afternoon light dripping through the tree canopy like syrup. his avatar—a petite girl with tousled silver hair in a wispy bob, watery blue eyes wide with a kind of fragile wonder—sat delicately beside him, barefoot, skirts artfully dirtied, wand trembling in her small hands. she looked like she’d burst into tears if you so much as raised your voice.

and she was him.

he’d picked the flattest chest size the game allowed, for maximum "innocent lost fairy" effect. her voice—filtered through a pitch-tuned modulator—was airy and lilting, like a tearful anime side character two seconds from fainting. her idle animations were rigged to sparkle when she wasn’t doing anything. a helpless deer stuck in traffic. a damsel in distress.

who also happened to be capable of obliterating an elite raid squad with one broken staff and an accidental crit chain.

in real life, satoru slouched deep into his gaming chair, hoodie collar bunched beneath his chin, white hair curling in a sleepy cloud around his head. his bangs hung low over a pair of gleaming, mischief-fueled eyes behind the visor. he stretched, knuckles cracking, before lazily adjusting the mic attached to his cheek. a bowl of half-finished cereal sat nearby, forgotten. his room glowed faintly with neon strips and a flickering holographic map of the game world plastered to one wall.

he was, objectively, the worst.

and today, he was feeling particularly theatrical.

the forest shimmered around him—twilight casting gold against the thick moss, background players flitting through with cloaks trailing behind, the soft ding of system notifications blending into birdsong. a sprite child NPC chased a floating pet butterfly near the stream, while two players argued over loot nearby, their chat bubbles popping like comic panels. satoru squatted in an overgrown fox den, triggering a scripted ambush, and let a swarm of level thirty wolves drag his health bar down to red. he screamed through his girl voice like a starlet in an old movie. “aah~ not againnn~ i’m sooo scaaared~ someone heeelp~!”

just in time, the brush behind him rustled.

you stepped out.

no fanfare, no slow-mo entrance. just calm, heavy steps. armored boots pressed moss flat as you walked into the fray, blade already swinging. three clean arcs. no wasted motion. the wolves fell without even a snarl. your avatar—broad-shouldered, practical, with short dark hair and a jawline like it was carved by someone very tired—stood tall against the dappled light.

satoru’s avatar blinked slowly up at you. perfect mark.

he mashed the sparkle emote.

“waaah~ thankyuuuu~ i was totally gonna diiie~ you saved meee~ teehee~”

you stared. then crouched, dropping a low-tier potion by his feet.

his real grin stretched wide. “ehhh? you’re sooo nice~ i ran out of everythiiing~ do you maybe have a few moreee?”

you paused. then dropped three more. silent.

he squealed for real. in real life, he kicked his feet against the desk.

“i love you,” he breathed through the mic, voice mod still on. but you just nodded once.

and left.

or tried to. satoru scrambled after you like a glittery barnacle. every time you stopped to check your map, his dainty avatar would sit cross-legged behind you, hands folded in her lap. if you set traps, he’d walk directly into them with the most tragic whimper you’d ever heard.

you always helped.

he couldn’t believe how easy it was.

on the third day, he managed to scam your epic raid-earned sword out of you with a long, high-pitched plea and a sparkly spin.

“n-noo~ i feel sooo baddd~ i’m scamming youuu~!!!” he cried, while pressing confirm before you could blink.

and you just... nodded.

no mic. not once had he heard your voice.

but you always turned to face him. always healed him. always gave a little wave at the end of a dungeon. sometimes you’d do a silly dance emote if he pretended to cry hard enough.

he was on top of the world.

until the boss hunt.

he was half-tempted to ghost you when the invite came in. but... he liked the attention. and the freebies. so he showed up, sparkles and all. actually tried a little. even dodged once or twice.

afterward, when the rare loot dropped, he waited for you to start dividing it.

instead, you traded it all to him. the legendary cloak. the mount egg. the enhancement cores. he stared at the trade window, then at your avatar. you stood still, like a sentry carved from obsidian.

his fingers hovered over the confirm button.

“w-wait, are you sure? i don’t— i don’t deserve all this—”

he flicked on the sparkle emote again, panicking.

but you only bowed gently. then waved.

then disappeared.

he stared at the empty space where your avatar had been.

“…what the hell,” he muttered, voice modulator still on.

then, real voice: quiet, almost pouting. “what the hell.”

he sat down in the same mossy spot, skirt fluttering in the still forest air. around him, players sprinted past in the distance, gear clinking, birds chirped lazily, a low-level bard sang off-key to a party of two, while an animated slime NPC bounced in slow circles nearby. the world went on, coded and infinite.

satoru stayed frozen.

then, slowly, he typed.

“did u mean to give me all that stuff?”

an hour passed. the sky dimmed from golden dusk to violet evening. fireflies blinked in and out between fern leaves. his cereal had gone completely soggy.

then:

“yes. u looked happy.”

his visor fogged a little. his fingers paused on the keyboard.

he didn’t log off for another four hours. just sat there, tiny legs swinging off the ledge, face pink.

slightly smiling.

[paperaddictionss]

Bakugou Katsuki~

Someone’s hitting on his girl.

Bakugou left Y/N outside of the bathrooms while he went to the toilet. She stood outside holding her bags and looking around the mall, in her own world.

A man with brown fluffy hair approached her a smile on his face, “hey, you okay?” He asked her with a grin on his face.

Y/N looked to him, furrowing her brows slightly, did she know him? She decided to be friendly not wanting to be rude, “hi…yes i am okay, are you? Are you lost?”

He blushed slightly rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, “gosh no, no i am not lost. I erm- i came up to you because i think you’re really pretty,” he admitted grinning.

“Oh..erm thank you,” Y/N replied not knowing how to reply to that, she was about to tell him she had a boyfriend when she felt his strong arm wrap around her waist possessively, she didn’t even need to look to her side to know who it was.

“Move along,” Bakugou warned, squeezing her hip slightly making her stomach erupt in a fit of fluttering butterflies.

“Woah buddy, who are you?” The brown haired guy asked with a small scoff. Y/N felt Bakugou tense, his jaw clenching.

“First of all, i’m not your ‘buddy’, and second of all i am her boyfriend, now move out our way,” Bakugou spoke through gritted teeth, not wanting to snap and upset her.

The brown haired boy pushed his limits, snickering under his breath with a small shake of his head, “possessive much? Besides what are you gonna do?”

“She’s my girl, if you come near her again i will literally blow you up with my bare hands,” Bakugou warned through gritted teeth, his grip on her waist tightening slightly.

The brown haired man raised his hands in defence at his menacing tone, taking the hint now.

Y/N sighed putting a hand on top of Bakugou’s and squeezing it slightly, reassuringly while also telling him to calm down.

He felt her squeeze and immediately straightened up, he didn’t want to upset his girl anymore so he looked to the brown haired guy, “now if you could excuse us,” he hummed guiding her past him by her waist.

“You’re so possessive,” she chuckled getting further away from the gobsmacked brunette.

“What’s mine is mine, I don’t like sharing,” Bakugou replied his voice husky and deep, god he was so hot when he was being all protective.

“I could’ve handled it,” Y/N smiled softly looking to him.

He met her eyes as he turned his head to look at her giving her a small warm, loving smile, “i know you could’ve, but he needed to be reminded of his place. Below me. And below you. He’s not worthy of someone as beautiful as you,” Bakugou hummed keeping his arm draped around her waist to make it clear to everyone else in the mall that she was his.

She smiled to herself feeling untouchable whenever he was with her.

[miaoua3]

can you pleaseee do seventeen when they get jealous seeing you with another guy then finding out it’s your brother? I LOVE YOUR WORKS

sure i can! this is such a good and funny idea haha, hope you enjoy it!

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SVT-Getting Jealous Not Knowing It’s Your Brother

scoups-frowning and passive aggressive the entire time, you lowkey have to smack his thigh under the table. he’s sooo sulky the entire time you are talking to the man in front of you. also, unusually clingy, tries to literally pull you on his lap and hug you with all his limbs, almost like he wants you to hide you from the man. when you reveal to him that it’s your brother, his brain malfunctions for second before he starts blushing like crazy. immediately apologises and tries sucking up as a way to compensate for being a jerk lmao

jeonghan-oh this one. he’s all sarcastic smiles and fake politeness, you’re literally side-eyeing him the entire time. mumbling light insults into his chin so neither of you can hear it. has to look out of the window and scoff lightly any time you two make an inside joke. the reality is-he’s fuming inside, feeling mildly homicidle any time the man tries to playfully run your head. but once you reveal its your brother he’s just kind of “….oh.” and stays quiet the entire time out of the embarrassment😭

joshua-tries his hardest to be polite for your sake but he’s on his last gram of self control as he looks at you two interact. fists clenched under the table as he’s nodding along to whatever the man is saying, eye lightly twitching the longer you keep on laughing at the man’s jokes. tries to casual wrap an arm around you but it just ends up looking like a guard dog trying to protect his food. the moment you reveal that it’s your brother, he visibly exhales in relief and finally starts being actually nice towards your brother

jun-lost, sad, and acting like a kicked puppy. the entire time he’s just quietly watching you two, visibly upset. what you don’t know is that in this drama queen’s mind, the scenarios of you leaving him for the man in front of you, finding you in the bed with the man, all sorts of things. when you finally quietly ask him what’s wrong, he asks you with a visibly upset face “who is he to you?” when you reveal it to him, he’s like “oh. well anyway-“ and back to normal he goes

hoshi-dead. died in a ditch. hand across his forehead, clutching to his invisible injury on his heart and all that. in reality, he’s just a dramatic gemini. sulking, pouting, and outright ignoring everything the man says. literally hugs you close to himself while staring at the man just like 😠. when your brother finally introduces himself, hoshi is all sheepish and trying to awkwardly laugh it all like usual, but just know that once you get home, he’s going to be wailing in despair, asking “WHY DIDNT YOU SAY ANYTHING TO ME, HOW COULD YOU LET ME EMBARRASS MYSELF LIKE THAT- IN FRONT OF YOUR BROTHER NONETHELESS”

wonwoo- quietly fuming as he watches you two interact. he usually trusts you, but he’s totally confused by your behaviour. why are you allowing this man to talk to you so casually? why are you allowing him to high five you-and to keep your hands clasped together after it? why are you breaking his heart like this? quiet the entire time, thinking of all the ways to hide his body. once your brother introduces himself, he’s like “oh. nice to meet you. im SO glad to meet you, you have no idea actually” (classic emotional cancer)

woozi-oh you better hide all the knivey and forks from him because he WILL attack the man if he dares touch you one more time. actually smacks his hand away when he goes to rub your hair for the third time. is genuinely 3 seconds away from getting into a fight. you have to physically push him away and angrily whisper “what are you doing, that’s my brother!” proceeds to hide in the bathroom, texts you “tell me when he’s gone so i can jump in front of the first moving car”

minghao-probably the most normal about the whole situation😭 even if he’s jealous on the inside, he tries his best to stay calm and collected, to treat the man with respect. now, just because he’s respectful doesn’t mean he’s overly friendly. his hand twitches every time he tries to touch you, but relaxes when he sees you smacking his hand away. when your brother properly introduces himself, he immediately relaxes and tries to be friendlier. you however noticed his mild jealousy and don’t miss the chance to tease him once you get home, all of which he will try to deny while blushing like crazy

mingyu-sulky, pouty kicked puppy part…whichever. genuinely has his whole bottom lip jutted out, eyes shiny from either unshed tears or…about to be shedded tears. in his mind, the whole situation feels like a whole divorce. is so upset, even your brother gives his a look that is embodiment of “???” clinging to you, tries to nuzzle his head into your neck which you are so embarrassed about like not in front of my brother bro😭 once your brother finally reveals his identity, ggyu immediately perks up, an invisible tail starts wagging, trying his hardest to get into your brothers good graces, immediately starts calling him “brother in law”😭

dk-another kicked puppy energy. is sitting there beside you, quietly looking down at his hands that are fussing with his jeans, unusually quiet. gently redirects all your attempts at trying to include him in your conversations. actually lets a tear or two quietly slip down his face because he genuinely thinks this is it for the two of you. it takes your brother “having to go to the bathroom” and you asking him what’s wrong for him to admit his fears and cry freely, and for you to reveal that that’s your brother. once your brother returns, dk is all over him, making your brother think that your new boyfriend might be bipolar

seungkwan-oh this sassy diva? he’s going allll out for it. snide remarks, sneaky jabs about the looks of your brother, intentionally calling you “HIS partner”-all in all, he’s unknowingly embarrassing himself so much, your brother ends up having a great kick out of it. tries to be all cool and wrap his arm around you but he accidentally bumps his elbow into your neck😭 your brother has a full-on crying-while-laughing session when he ever so casually reveals that he’s your brother and seungkwan loses his absolute shit. literally bangs his head against the table in embarrassment

vernon-probably the only one who doesn’t get jealous at all, he’s just kind of…confused. he’s wondering “oh, who is this? it seems that they know each other very well….well, i guess im about to find out soon enough.” patiently waits for you two to finish talking, looking at you lovingly as you laugh loudly, his eyes literally shaped as heart as he watches you interact with the other man. once he gets introduced to your brother, he firmly shakes his hand, trying to seem as cool as possible but his eyes are open so wide as he does so it looks a bit…creepy ngl😭 like its okay bro you can relax

dino-somebody save this dinosaur from the despair and suffering that is being in love with the prettiest person ever so men continue talking and flirting with you. eyes furrowed, answers short, eyes rolling anytime you two laugh at an inside jokes. he’s over it all, he just wants to go home and spend time with the love of his life already. but once your brother lightly scolds him for “speaking so rudely to his future brother in law” dino’s eyes almost fall out of his sockets. almost gets down on his knees to beg for forgiveness, trying to quickly explain that his stupid brain just thought that he was another man trying to flirt with you. luckily, your brother just laughs it ofd and spares dino the little dignity he has left

[softsunnyy]

hi babies. As i announced yesterday, with this post i'll officially go on semi-hiatus. With this, i'll try to write all the requests from the beginning of april until now.

my asks will remain open, in case you wanna talk or make requests. However, the requests will have to wait until i finish everything.

thank u so much for all the support you've given this blog; right now there are more than 500 of u, and i don't even understand why :(♡

this contains:

🚨 baby trapping, cumming inside you, oral sex, denying orgasm, jealousy, possessiveness, kinda dark!jack. And i think that's most of it, but if you think i missed something, please let me know, i'm trying to fix the warnings. 🚨

poorly written

Jack can see how he looks at you, how his eyes travel over your hips, your waist, your tits. And he knows you don't notice, or at least it doesn't seem like it, because you're still dancing with your friends, completely oblivious to the guy who's been staring at you from the bar for minutes, never taking his eyes off your body.

and Jack sighs, tries to be rational, to remember that you're his, that you´re in that place literally because of him and the team, his friends, after the win over the rangers thanks to a goal he scored. And he wants to be cocky about it, to feel like the man, but a pang in his chest makes it hard for him to stay calm.

he watches the scene with too much attention now, no longer listening to what his friends are saying.

the thought of another man looking at you, touching you, even thinking he has a chance, is enough to get him moving, walking up to you, putting his hands on your waist, making you jump, only calming down when you see him.

after giving him a peck, you start dancing once more, this time against his body, rubbing yourself, letting your dress slide, higher and higher, and Jack knows, he knows that guy is watching, that he's enjoying seeing your exposed skin, and instead of enjoying it himself, it only fuels his anger, making his hands manipulate your body, forcing you out of there, ignoring your questions, your whines, your bright, confused eyes searching for an explanation for his rough touch.

and he gives you a vague answer, but it's enough for you to understand that right now you should just follow him, let him take you where he needs to, and so you do, walking beside him, letting him put you in his car, taking you back to his house, while you try to remember, to think about what could have happened, without coming up with an answer.

is he just horny?

you don't know, and you're so lost in your thoughts that you jump once more when he opens the door to help you out of the car.

now, Jack waits until he's inside, until he closes the door, to turn and talk to you about the guy, about how his eyes roamed over your body as if you wanted to be seen. And even though his words were laced with venom, you know the only one he's really trying to offend is that boy, while he glares at you with his eyes filled with fury and arousal.

because you see it, the way his cock starts to get hard while he begins to sweat, his eyes dilating, his jaw clenched.

the way you moved, how you rolled your hips, ignoring people, seeking contact with his body. Jack can't forget that. But he also can't let go of the fact that another man enjoyed that sight too.

and the thought alone makes him want to destroy you.

so it doesn't take long for him to have you on your knees, swallowing his cock. Your cheeks wet with your hot, fat tears of pleasure, while your throat burns, you gag and try to swallow it all, with your hand playing with his balls.

“i bet you knew, you knew someone was watching you,” he said between small moans, his hand in your hair, guiding your moves, making you choke. “Did you enjoy being a whore?” you tried to respond, but you could only whimper. Your sounds dying against his cock. And he smiled a little, but his smile was completely bitter. “Bet you did.”

and you wanna be patient and good, but unconsciously you start rubbing against the carpeted floor, trying to relieve the tension in your pussy, while your panties begin to stick to your skin, completely soaked.

you didn’t know what had happened in that place before Jack told you, but if you had known he was gonna react this way… maybe you would have tried a little harder.

because it’s so hot, the way the vein in his neck is visible, while his jaw clenches so hard every time he remembers it that his teeth feel like they’re about to explode.

and his hand in your hair is demanding, his gaze is sharp, intimidating, and makes you feel small, but in a good way.

when Jack gets like this, it's fun, unexpected. And don't get me wrong, you enjoy sweet and loving sex, and doing things slowly, carefully, with time, but this? this is different, and you crave that feeling of your swollen, irritated pussy, your legs shaking, and your nipples so hard it hurts.

so you let him keep going, keep feeding his anger with every second, while he uses your throat to hammer inside you, sliding his cock on your tongue, letting you feel the full weight of it.

and you want him to cum, to drown in his thick white strands that always caress your throat like honey, making it all worth it. But he doesn't seem to have the same plans, because just when he seems close, he pulls his cock out of your mouth, making you gasp, your expression showing disappointment and discontent.

and he laughs at you, at your desire, and makes you lie down on the couch you recently bought, making you rest your face against the fabric, with your ass raised and your panties, several shades darker, stuck to your skin.

“i didn't even touch you.” he smiles, running his fingers through your folds, wetting them through the fabric of your underwear, making a wet, obscene sound that made him smile even wider. “Is this all for me? or did you just enjoy being a whore in front of our friends too much?”

you whimpered, unconsciously moving your body back, seeking some contact, feeling your cheeks burn. “Just for you, Jack…” you moan, but it's so low and weak that he slaps your ass, making you flinch.

“didn't hear you, pretty. Who are you saying it's for?” he´s smiling, you know it even though you can't see it, and he teases your folds again, now reaching your clit, rubbing you through the fabric.

“for you!! fuck…” you whimper, your hole throbbing, your clit sensitive from all the time you spent trying to stimulate yourself.

“mhm, i don’t know…” you hear him say, while you feel him slowly pull down your underwear, seeing your shiny and soaked pussy, ready to receive him, like always “i don’t believe you” he declares, running two of his fingers through your folds until he slides inside your hole, going as deep as he could, drawing a loud moan from you.

you feel his long fingers, welcomed with pleasure by your tight walls that throb, expand, and suffocate them. And he doesn't even give you time to prepare, because he immediately starts moving them, sliding them in and out quickly, making your fluids splash and your legs tremble.

and he's normally slow, careful, and takes the foreplay very seriously, even when he's angry. But now he's rough, wild, and careless. As if he doesn't really care how much he's helping you, but rather seeks to increase your pleasure.

and he succeeds, because you moan, your walls throbbing, your eyes squeezed shut, and his name rolling on your tongue like a broken record.

Jack feels powerful because he feels how every second you're wetter, more lost, your mind clouded, your thoughts everywhere, your body completely surrendered now. But even so, he waits until the first tears begin to appear, and then he starts rubbing your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm, letting the knot form and making you feel confident. However, just as you were about to release, he slid his fingers out of your pussy, making you open your eyes in panic, begging him to let you cum, and promising that you'd be good, that you'd pay for what you did.

oh, but he has plans, don't worry.

you didn't have to beg for too long, because soon his cock was forcing its way into your walls, expanding them so roughly that a broken moan came from your throat.

your hands form fists, gripping the fabric of the couch as he begins to move, instantly finding his rhythm. And he's rough, without a single drop of mercy, making his thighs hit your skin, making it turn reddish while his hands grip your ass, leaving the marks of his fingers as his mind drifted further and further into madness.

you can't leave him. He won't be able to tolerate you abandoning him, you no longer belonging to him. Your body is his, your mind is his. He's the only one who should be able to see you like this.

he was your first kiss, your first time. He's the only one who should be able to claim your body.

the thought of someone else putting their hands on you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making you giggle and blush like you do with him, sickens him, making him wild, more primal, not even focused on your moans, on how you tell him how good it feels, how deep it goes, how perfect it is.

god, he's even missing the bulge in your belly, the way his tip hits your cervix again and again, the way he's abusing that sensitive little sponge inside you that has you drooling, fucked stupid.

he's missing it because a new idea came to his mind, and he can't stop thinking about it.

the two of you have always been careful, he's always respected you, and even when he's fucking you raw, he doesn't cum inside you. He knows you want to wait, give him time for his career to fully stabilize. But he always thinks about how it would look, your pussy releasing strips of his thick cum, staining your folds, your thighs. Always thinks about how you would feel walking everywhere with his cum inside your sweet, tight pussy.

and maybe this is the chance.

you wouldn't hesitate, you wouldn't realize how close he is, you'd just have to take it. And you're so fucked stupid that you'll only be able to drool, whimper, and moan, but not stop him. And he'll be able to fill you, leave you so full again and again that there'll be no doubt a life will begin to form in your womb.

so you won't be able to leave him.

you'll be joined to him, carrying a tiny version of you both for months.

he can imagine you, round, full, with swollen tits and sensitive nipples. The image alone could make him drool and cum now. But he can't; it has to be you first.

so he keeps going, using one hand to rub your clit, making your eyes roll back, a dark stain from your drool and tears on the couch, and your legs shaking, spasming, completely useless.

you moan, trying to think of something coherent, but when the knot forms it doesn't take long for it to explode, and as you cum, you hear him whisper in your ear, showering you with sweet nothings.

“you want me to fill you? bet you'd look beautiful with my cum sliding out of your pussy.” the thought makes you whimper, trying to nod, even though you don't really understand the gravity of those actions. You just want to be filled, to receive everything he has to give you.

“i need words, my love, i need you to say it,” he sighed, trying to control himself, to resist even though the ideas kept coming to him.

“please…” you sob, trying to look at him, your eyes glassy. “Fill me, Jack.”

and he closes his eyes for a couple of seconds, too affected by the way you said it. “You're gonna look so beautiful holding my baby,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your head before he began to fill you.

and you can't deny it. The sensation is different, but it's delicious, dangerously addictive, and you scold yourself for ever asking him not to cum inside you, because now you want him to do it all the time.

but don't worry… he doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon tonight.

you're not gonna leave him. Not for that guy. Not for anyone.

you'll be his forever, even if he has to trap you with him, even if he has to cum inside you again and again. Just to be sure, of course.

[returnofeternity]

Okay okay. Bartender Van at a dyke bar, super hot. You go there all the time. She always makes your drinks on the house & loves making you specialty drinks to try based on what she thinks you’ll like. Goes insane when you praise her bartending skills. She gets a little bolder the longer you know each other & gets into the habit of pouring liquor directly into your mouth, or raising beer bottles to your lips. She thinks you’re an adorable drunk, always flirting with her & complimenting her, but she’d never take advantage of you so she waits to make an actual move until she has a night off & can ask you on an actual date. But once she knows you like her too, you start hooking up constantly both in the bar & her apartment above it. Yeah.

cant rmr if you said adult or teen van but :> both are good.

GOD i know she wears suits while bartending 😵‍💫 she usually ends up with her jacket off and her button down unbuttoned. gulps very hard. during summer, i think she'd strip down to a wife pleaser and her jorts!!! you can hear her yelling at customers and laughing with her fav regulars before you even walk in, and you KNOW this bar is a good vibe.

she's also a flirt and pays for customers drinks sometimes, but you're different. she thinks you're insanely good-looking. also loves how lost you look because clearly, it's ur first time here. she lets you pick a drink out from the menu and then pours you another free shot that she recommends. if you walked in with friends, she definitely keeps looking your way occasionally, hoping that your friend sends you to get the next round of drinks instead of your other friend :< if you walk in alone, she'd for sure make conversation with you as you awkwardly look around while sippin' your drink. she talks to you about how long she's been working, abt ur interests, yaddayadda as she serves customers. even tries to introduce you to some of her friends!!

when she gets to know you a little more and shows off her amazing bartending skills, you get shy at how much more brazen she is. she starts pouring liquor into your mouth, telling you to keep your pretty lips open while she pours another shot of whatever into it because the drink "tastes better that way." she actually blushes and fumbles on her words when you praise and compliment her skills. she jokes about how thats not gonna get you a free drink, but literally ALL your orders here have been on her 😊 you kind of Do have to pay for food there, but she takes half off for you <3

you feel Some Type Of Way when she does the beer bottle trick aka just bottle-feeding it to you. she calls you good girl/boy for downing it so fast and makes eye contact with you as she licks the few drops of beer off the bottle.

van also goes insane when you attempt to bartend like her when joking around. especially when you give her a taste of her own medicine and pour the liquor straight into her mouth.

you have to tell her you're not an alcoholic when you start coming almost every day 😭 you just wanna see her! sometimes you just hang by the bar and talk until she gets off her shift. u either grab an empty table and drink with her there, or you'll take a walk with her. you joke about these walks being 'dates' and she always says that she'd take you on much better ones O_O there's this playfulness between you two at this point, and you cant decide whether to ask her out or wait for her to ask you out!!!!!! arghhh!!

she thinks its adorable how much of a flirt you are when you're drunk. you get her blushing so much she's almost as red as her hair. and ur soo touchy. always rubbing her head and praising her after she pours you a shot, holding her hand while she talks to you across the bar, highkey feeling her up on the dancefloor... singing love songs to her during karaoke nights because you know there are karaoke nights.

thinking about van picking you up at your house in her truck.. she's wearing this niceeee ass suit and she has her hair slicked back. you keep telling yourself that you cant fuck on the first date, but her colonge is making you dizzy and her lazy grin has you throbbing. she takes you to this rly nice restaurant, and is very much a gentleman while helping you out of the car and into your chair. she lets you order first, promises you that you can get the expensive stuff because you're her girl.

thinkingg about having a chat with her in the car after the date, she's parked on the curb by your place, and you tell her how much you rly like her. she tells you to keep going while you fumble on your words 😵‍💫 there's a tinyy makeout sesh before she sends you on your way.

she sends you a pic of her in her boxers a few hours later with the caption "come over tomorrow? :)"

hooking up in the bar bathrooms.. god. THINKING of getting caught sucking off her strap by some rando and van who just keeps facefucking you 😵‍💫 she jus mumbles out a "sorry." and holds your head against her hips so you can't pull back.

having to drag her up to her bedroom so you can properly fuck her because you cant get a damn moment of peace in the bar. or maybe you cant even make it up there so you just fuck on the stairs.

smth smth jerking off van's strap while pouring liquor down her throat. telling her to be a good boy and drink it all, watching how she starts swaying and grasping at you. yeahh..

[satrs]

Requested by anon ↳ ❝ [..."how would each lads guy react if you come up to them and adjust their collar saying "You got no one to do this for you?" ] ¡! ❞

✎ A/N;LUVVVV THIS NONNIE!!! MY GOSHHHH OK SO LISTENNNNN

"You got no one to do this for you?"

-‘๑’-

Okay so XAVIER will be confused at first, saying smt along the lines of "..No...? Do I... need to?", but will take it for grated from that point onward.

When he's at your place getting dressed in his work attire, he'll walk up to you with his collar undone, blankly staring at you until you repeat your service from the first time.

You're not even safe when your in the shower, he'll half scare you to death as he slides the curtain open, standing before you like a lost puppy.

That's it. You're his personal collar adjuster now. But don't be mad at him when he bursts into the room while you're sleeping, craning his head to your level as he watches you fiddle your hands on his collar with that grumpy expression on your face!

You've done this upon yourself!

ZAYNE The moment your fingers touch his collar, Zayne stiffens.

His muscles tense, like he’s about to pull away on reflex. He'll spurt out something like "What the hell are you doing?" is sooo embarrassed.

He'll probably want to return the favor somehow. He'll watch you put on your hunter gear, eyes scanning for something to help you out with.

It'll be so forced and obvious that he wants to pay you back for that small gesture you offered him, that you almost regret doing it in the first place.

"Oh here, your hair-tie."

"Zayne, my hair is already tied up."

"Wait. Did you drink enough water? Ate enough?"

"Sighh. Zayne, we literally just had breakfast together."

RAFAYEL is insufferable. In capital letters. Bold. Underlined.

There's a fat grin plastered on his face and you just know you'll never hear the end of it ever again.

He lets you do your thing, standing completely still, but you can feel his stare boring into you. Intense, amused, obnoxious. He tries—tries— to cover his flustered expression with that damn smirk, but the way his ears tint the faintest pink gives him away.

"Hm. So attentive, should I be flattered?"

He'll also bring it up any chance he gets, especially when your mad at him.

"Oh yeah? you're mad? But didn't you adjust my collar the other day?"

"Rafayel, that was two weeks ago."

He shrugs, completely unbothered. "And? Still happened."

Arghhh, he’s so childish.

Now SYLUS... my god.

He's so ridiculously smooth with it, quick to turn the tables on you.

"Hm, you're offering?" he'll edge you into a corner, loosening his tie again on purpose. "Because if you are, you can take care of more than just my tie."

His voice is smooth, honeyed, but there's a wicked glint in his crimson eyes— one that tells you he’s already enjoying this way too much.

He dips his head, his voice turning hushed, silky-smooth. "So? Gonna fix me up again, darling? Or would you rather..." His fingers brush just under your chin, tilting your face up ever so slightly. "...let me keep coming undone for you?"

Oh he lovesss teasing you.

CALEB's heart will skips a beat. He'll fall in love all over again.

After you've fixed his tie and maybe even placed the hat onto the colonel's heads, you're met with his awestruck expression, heart-eyes staring you down with an agape mouth.

No snarky remarks, no smirk, nothing. Just his empty faces staring holes into you.

"U-uhhhhh..."

"Caleb you have to go, you're five minutes late already."

"Uh-huh."

He's still stuck, as if his mind short-circuited (it probably did).

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[renren-006]

Baby Girl | Joel Miller x fem reader!

plot: plot with implied smut

a/n: i’m sooo sorry, but good lord joel! also warning spoiler but Pedro singing in ep 6 literally made me crash out

The first time you saw Joel Miller was while you were working a job in the QZ. There he was, some 50-year-old man walking around like he had no mind to how attractive he was. You watched him walk down the street, unaware of your staring, or at least you thought so. You are young, not too young, but enough of an age difference between the two of you that you knew the way you were looking at him would normally be considered weird.

Joel had seen you long before he caught your eye. He often found himself looking for you as you walked around the QZ, his eyes tracing your body wherever you went. Tess would always make comments about his interest in younger women just to piss him off. Both of you ended up watching each other far more than ever talking—that was until one day Joel did.

You lost sight of him while he was walking, so you jogged a bit to find where he went. You stopped before the turn, realizing how weird you were following him.

“Ya know, if you're going to track me, you might want to get better at it,” Joel said from behind you. You stood still, like a statue, watching him walk around you to face each other. “Are you good there, baby girl?”

“Oh…uh… yeah,” you said, at a loss for words after the name call slipped from his mouth. He smiled, knowing he had got you where he wanted you.

“I’m Joel,” the Texan accent came out strong.

“I know,” you told him. “I…know a lot about you.”

“Oh, do you…well, it just so happened I know a lot about you too,” he told you, smirking and placing his hands on his hips. The move almost made you lose your mind. How he moved, smirked, and talked sent your body into a frenzy. Now tell me what business did you have to follow me to the back of the QZ?”

“Oh... I kinda just wanted to watch you. I really didn’t mean to look like a stalker,” you told him, arms up, trying to defend yourself from looking like a creep. You honestly had no intention of following him this far, but once you got your mind set on just watching Joel Miller, autopilot turned on. Joel kept his stance, smirking down at you. God, this man.

“good,” Joel said, moving closer to you, almost a breath away, before he reached for your hand and led you down the street. It was late in the QZ, so most people were heading off the roads as you walked back toward the other side of the QZ. Joel took your words from one of the apartment buildings, away from most of the military watch, up the stairs, and into his apartment. It was cozy, quiet, and smelled entirely of Joel. He watched as you looked around the place.

“Like it?” Joel asked from the kitchen.

“It seems like you,” you told him, turning back to face the kitchen. Joel was grabbing two glasses and setting out his whisky. He motioned for you to sit. "You do know if you keep me here, I won’t be able to head home before the lockdown.”

“was kinda hoping you wouldn’t go home” he said. he kept his face hung low before slowly peeking. glance up at you. you were shocked and a bit flustered.

“I guess…that’s fine,” you told him, taking the drink set out for you. The night slowly led to Joel getting bolder and bolder. First, with his hands on your thighs, then in your hair, and soon all over. He was a leader, never letting you help or do anything other than be in bliss underneath him. The man worshiped you as he pounded into you over and over. Waves of euphoria and pleasure were all you felt for the hours this man took to make you feel good. Never once did he want you to do any more than look good underneath you; he got his own pleasure out of watching you moan and wiggle under him. Joel put his thick Texan accent and calloused hands to good use on you, making the entire night more serious. To think you had been watching and crushing on him from afar to now being with him...you wondered how the end of the world turned out so good.

Morning came too fast, letting the light spill over the two of you, barely covered by his blankets. Joel was right; you didn’t go home that night, and it started a trend.

[misssparklingpaws]

Shadow in the Flame

Chapter 4: Kitchen Fires and Stark Shorts

The Tower kitchen was a disaster zone of smells, noise, and barely edible food. Red Guardian stirred something that might've been soup or paint. Yelena sat on the counter eating pickles straight from the jar. Walker tossed chips into Ghost’s hood like it was a carnival game. Bucky, ever the tired dad of this misfit crew, was sipping a beer and pretending he didn’t see any of it.

Then the kitchen doors whooshed open.

And in walked Aria.

Hair loosely tied up, Stark Industries T-shirt sliding off one shoulder, and the smallest pair of black sleep shorts this side of decency.

For one terrifying, holy second.

Robert stopped breathing.

The room fell into stunned silence. Even the smoke detector paused in disbelief.

She blinked, mid-step. “What.”

Yelena, first to recover, grinned wide and wolfish. “You look like a Bratz doll with access to Stark satellites.”

Aria raised an eyebrow. “Should I be offended or flattered?”

“Both,” Yelena said. “And also legally weaponized.”

Robert, still staring, mumbled, “You’re… wow.”

Red Guardian squinted. “Did he just say ‘wow’?”

Aria paused mid-step, blinking. “What.”

Robert snapped upright like someone hit his reset button. “I mean hi! Hello. I didn’t mean I mean yes! Not, not yes like that, I mean do you want food? I can cook! I cook! Very calmly!”

He spun around, bumped into the counter, then tripped over a chair leg and barely caught himself.

Conversation died. Like someone had hit mute on the whole room.

Robert, pale and panicked “Do you, are you um food. Do you want food? I could cook! Like… toast! Or eggs. Do you eat eggs? I could toast something or your bagel, I'm certified in breakfast.”

“Certified in breakfast?” Walker said, snorting. “What does that even mean?”

“He’s short-circuiting,” Yelena whispered gleefully. “This is amazing.”

Aria stared. “Are you… okay?”

Robert blinked. “Am I me? Yes. I am. Fine. You’re… short-shorts. I mean, you’re wearing uh those. And that. Shirt. Which is normal. For you. I’m shutting up now.”

Yelena cackled. “He’s gone, completely fried.”

Red Guardian raised his drink. “To young love.”

Robert looked like someone had just set him on fire. “I’m just being polite!”

“Polite?” Ghost said quietly from her corner. “You just offered her your soul in pancake form.”

“I did not!”

“You also offered to toast her bagel,” Bucky added. “Which sounded way dirtier than you intended.”

“I meant literally! Like bread and heat and oh my God"

Aria finally cracked. Just a little. The barest curl of her lips as she pulled a yogurt from the fridge.

Yelena pointed. “Smile detected! I repeat, the Stark bot smiled!”

Robert was blushing so hard he looked sunburned. “I didn’t mean , she just, she walked in like that and"

Aria turned her cool gaze on him. “Like what, Reynolds?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“Pretty,” he muttered under his breath.

Dead. Silence.

Yelena lost it, doubled over in laughter.

Red Guardian clapped him on the back. “Is good. You die brave.”

Bucky sipped his beer with a smirk. “You’ve got it bad, kid.”

Robert groaned into his hands. “I hate everyone in this kitchen.”

Aria sat down like she hadn’t just caused a complete emotional meltdown. “You're all exhausting.”

Robert slid a plate toward her, carefully avoiding eye contact. “I made pasta. No mushrooms. Extra cheese.”

She glanced at it. Then him. That little smirk again.

“…Thanks, Reynolds.”

He blushed even harder.

Yelena: “If he turns any redder, we can roast marshmallows on him.”

Aria took a slow breath, letting the chaos settle around her like a familiar storm. The smell of burnt toast and too-salty soup didn’t bother her anymore. Maybe it never had.

She looked around at the ragtag group.

Robert hovered nervously near the counter, fiddling with a spoon like it might explode. She caught his eye and gave him a small nod.

He seemed to relax just a bit, as if her acknowledgment was a lifeline.

“Not bad,” she said, tasting the pasta. “Could use a little more garlic, but it’s edible.”

Robert’s smile cracked wider, the blush deepening. “I’ll take that as a win.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dork.”

Walker grinned, tossing another chip into Ghost’s hood. “Welcome to the family, Aria.”

Yelena leaned in, propping her chin on her hand. “So… where’ve you been all this time?”

Aria didn’t look up. “Mexico.”

Walker frowned. “That’s it?”

She shrugged. “Cancún. Dad had a secure base there.”

Yelena blinked. “You were in Cancún? Like vacation Cancún?”

“Not exactly,” Aria said, tone flat. “Off-grid. Stark-secure. Sun, sand, maybe a little of tequila.”

“Bikinis” Yelena smirked looking at Robert.

Robert choked on his drink.

“I was… connecting with the other half of my heritage.”

Yelena raised a brow. “You mean your mom’s side?”

Aria finally looked up, eyes unreadable. “Yeah. The part of me that didn’t build AI suits or rewrite satellite code at sixteen. And then added “She was a model. Glossy magazines. Good bone structure. She didn’t want a kid. She made that clear.”

Silence.

Walker cleared his throat. “So you just dropped off the radar?”

“I didn’t feel like being a public monument,” Aria replied coolly. “Everyone had expectations. Press. Legacy talk. Avengers-this, Stark-that. I needed air.”

Robert watched her, unsure if he should say something. She didn’t give him the chance.

“I read your files,” she said instead, shifting the subject. “All of them. While drinking in a hammock.”

Red Guardian snorted. “Of course you did.”

“You all know who I am,” Aria continued, her tone neutral. “But you don’t know me. Let’s keep it that way. Easier.”

Ghost tilted her head. “But you’re here now.”

Aria nodded. “I am.”

“And why now?” Yelena asked, eyes sharp.

Aria shrugged. “Felt like the right time.”

Yelena leaned back, muttering to Bucky, “She’s emotionally constipated.”

“I heard that,” Aria said, standing “And I’m just efficient.”

Bucky gave her a faint smirk. “You’re definitely Tony’s kid.”

“Minus the press conferences,” she muttered, already heading for the door. “Don’t burn the kitchen down.”

And with that, she was gone.

But something had landed. The team watched the door she exited through, feeling like they'd seen just the edge of a hurricane and still had no idea what was inside.

[erwinsvow]

ok so the image of nympho reader buying a collar and surprising pope by wearing it.. with some cute lingerie and thigh highs and oh wait.. what does the little charm on it say? ‘Property of Andrew Cody’… he would have a heart attack I fear lmao

this has been in my head since i read it this morning and all while i was studying because OHHH MY GOD!!!! 100000% yes. like i mentioned yesterday i think she has an andrew necklace. and i think pope would be sooooooo !!! +++ about his girlfriend being like completely branded like that if that makes sense???? decked out in one of his shirts and a necklace with his name on it and probably his socks too since you two are always together with hickies from him and before long a ring from him too. they both feed into the possessive thing which is soo!!!! !!!!!!. i feel like she would do this for both of them like wearing it makes her !!!! and seeing her in it makes him short circuit. also imagining her going to the collar place (for literal animals) and the guy at the counter being like umm usually for puppies we recommend "my name is" and "if lost please contact" and nympho just kinda. twirling her hair. smiling sweetly. "yeah it's not for a puppy."

but just yeah. so many brain worms. kneeling on the bed waiting for him. he takes the little charm between two fingers to read it. tunnel vision on the words 'property of andrew cody' and then to see you sitting there smiling up at him like it's just another average day and you're just happy to see him. uhh yeah she's getting pregnant that night

[interlink-au]

Which boy do I choose? Maybe I'll post some possibly lesser-known facts about several of them? I'm going directly off of the games, so some things might be a bit contradictory to Jojo's take.

Sky

Sky was canonically 17.5 when he started his adventure.

The Knight's Training Academy was built 25 years before SS. The cook, Henya, has served students meals there since the beginning.

Can literally fall asleep in 10 seconds while sitting. Canonically. In game.

Blatantly eavesdrops. Upon hearing Pipit argue with his mom, instead of ignoring it and continuing on his way, he went up to the window to listen in better.

It was a full moon the night he met Fi and drew the same sword. Zelda had fallen to the surface the previous day. Idk if this counts as something to add to the moon-trauma gang but it's something to consider.

He has sailed the sea. It was a desert, but the timeshift stone on the boat made all the sand in the immediate area turn into water and coral and stuff wherever they went. There was a pirate ship and everything.

His Beedle knows about electricity by name (his biking generates electricity.) He also uses the term ecofriendly.

He has to prepare himself before he enters any of the dungeons. It may or may not have to do with all of the dungeons' entrances being stairs leading underground. I don't imagine that's pleasant for someone used to the sky.

Would and has canonically described his adventure as a quest

Fi knows the names and information about each Skyloftian. How does she know?

A robot is in love with her. She uses this to her advantage, but I don't think she likes it because one time her text ran by really fast to finish up a conversation with him

It seems that anyone can see Fi

He can carry around fruit and pumpkins on his sword like it's a skewer.

There are monsters on Skyloft at night - keese and chuchus - and the remlits are evil at night. This changes when the local friendly monster gets his wish to become human.

All the Skyloftians are human. There is no such thing as Hylian. They have pointy ears but they are not called Hylians.

Don't think Sky is a goody good. He purposefully broke a chandelier for a heart piece. He had to pay it off.

Loftwings are generally mounted from the air. Everyone on that island throws themselves off the edge and whistles for their bird.

Sky can sense his loftwing.

He makes painted woodcarvings and has gifted some to Zelda as well.

He's such a lazy daydreamer that Zelda didn't have confidence that he'll win the wing ceremony. He hasn't been practicing either, so that's part of the lazy.

Not very aware of his surroundings, a boss door can slowly but loudly creak closed and he doesn’t jump and look back until it slams closed. And a boss can raise the sand under his feet and he won’t notice right away.

It's implied that he manages to get lost even in the small space of Skyloft.

He had to do a lot of growing alongside his sword in order to become a worthy hero who could wield the triforce.

Four (Minish Cap)

Quick bit on the Hero of Men since Four may or may not also be him: Hyrule was embroiled in an actual war before the Minish gifted the Hero of Men the Picori Blade. The stained glass in the prologue shows men in uniform fighting monsters. I think one of the men in uniform looks like the Hero of Men. Very blonde. Very bob-cut hair. That makes the Hero of Men a war vet. It also seems like pretty much anyone could see the Minish back then. Understanding them is a different matter, and I'm pretty sure this is where the Minish/Picori confusion started.

On to Minish Cap:

I'm not sure why people say his adventure in Minish Cap only lasted a day. Ezlo (his talking hat) said he hid an eggy snack in Link's hair a month ago. So it's been at least that long

People also have a misunderstanding about how long after the Hero of Men the events of Minish Cap take place. A common misconception is that it's exactly 100 years later. Even the wiki says this is the 100th Picori Festival. “They say that every hundred years, the Picori come to Hyrule... And this is the 100th year, to the day, of the last time the Picori were here!” So it hasn't necessarily only been 100 years of celebration, just 100 years since the portal or whatever was active. Hero of Men was much longer ago than 100 years. “Long, long ago, and even longer before that,” is how the storyteller at the festival words the story of the time of monsters and Picori. But I think Jojo may have said that Four is also the Hero of Men? In which case, this doesn't apply.

Ezlo implies that Link didn't believe in the Picori until he met one.

The teacher considers Link to be a mischievous child. I personally consider Zelda to be the instigator, and Link ends up getting in trouble for her ideas. She's quite a handful. 😂 She also skips everywhere, which is exceedingly charming to me. They are besties. She sneaks out of the castle to see him. They go to school together. Ezlo ships them. I didn't make that up. “Once you've used the sacred blade to free Princes Zelda from her curse, perhaps you can ask her out on a date or something. Don't worry, I'll be right there with you! You will need my advice, after all!”

“Zelda wishes that the sometimes unreliable Link were just a wee bit stronger.” But he has gained a lot of boldness since the beginning of his adventure, as multiple townspeople will comment on.

The town was getting pretty nervous at the end. The more time passed with Vaati pretending to be king and more monsters showing up, the more people were staying inside and even leaving entirely. The vendors almost went out of business completely. Eventually there was an evacuation. Martial law… Earthquakes… The animals left. Everyone in the castle turned to stone. People died. The kid is like 9 or 10 or something and the vassals (they're not knights, they're not even soldiers, they're just vassals who patrol) don't do anything. “Monsters are coming! Everyone stay indoors! Oh, that doesn't apply to you, my boy! You go get 'em, Link! Your sword and bravery will save the day!” Nice 😑

The librarian knows him by name. “Hey! Aren't you Smith's grandson, Link? Enjoy your browsing!”

His grandfather's name is literally Smith. Not the smith. It's literally just Smith.

He might be a gacha addict with all of his figurine-collecting

The average Minish doesn’t understand Hylian. Hyrulean Minish and those from the Minish Realm speak slightly different dialects.

Minish Cap has a lot of familiar faces including, but not limited to, the oracles Din, Nayru, and Farore, Malon, Talon, Epona, Beedle, and the snot-nosed kid from Wind Waker

There appears to be a Hylian-sized Minish playing the hurdy-gurdy during the Picori Festival.

Zelda gave him his shield. She won a festival game, but instead of picking something cute for herself, she chose the shield, despite urgings from the person running the game. "...It IS a little embarrassing, though. It's so tiny!” -Item description

“You're so energetic all the time... Not that I'm saying you're hyperactive or anything! I meant it as a compliment! Like...you've got a special talent for being WAY too peppy or something.” -Ezlo regarding Link

A bit prone to getting lost, as Ezlo’s dialogue hints. Not that Ezlo is any help getting them unlost, except recommending use of the map and looking at signs (which Ezlo admits to not reading)

He can talk to animals thanks to the jubbernut. This might only work when he's small. Someone correct me if I'm wrong about that. You can even talk to Epona! Dogs are nice and friendly but cats are evil and just want to bat you around.

Ezlo teases Link, but Link teases him right back, saying if Ezlo wants a hot bath he'll send him to the cleaners. I didn't make that up. Ezlo is kind of useless as far as being helpful in the hint department but his relationship with Link is hilarious.

It's Ezlo that controls Link's size. Link has to be standing on a Minish portal and Ezlo chants a spell. It is unknown what mechanism he uses now that Ezlo is gone. Four Swords has a gnat hat that can make Link small, so perhaps the hat Ezlo leaves you with is enchanted.

Minish seem to live for a very, very long time.

He's trained with 8 swordmasters, including a dead one.

Best hurricane spin in any game. Doesn't use magic, doesn't get dizzy, no cool down. It's very OP.

There is a friendly moblin living in town pretending to be a villager. She bribes you to keep her secret.

Kinstone fusing has very random effects. The result of kinstone fusion is "luck" which can mean anything from a door opening to a Goron joining another Goron in digging a tunnel. In-universe, there is no reason the people fusing kinstones should know what the result of the fusion was. The game lets the player see what happens, but from the perspective of an NPC, it's just "They fit perfectly! Maybe something good will happen."

In game canon, the true Hero of the Four Sword comes between Minish Cap and the first Four Swords game. It's referenced in the prologue to Four Swords. This doesn't matter much in regards to LU Four, but I think it's noteworthy that there is an extra adventure in here.

Four (Four Swords Adventures)

Not much to say about Four Swords that I can't say about FSA, so I'm focusing on FSA. I didn't read the manga, so this is all game-canon.

These games are more about competition than cooperation. Cooperation is definitely necessary in some parts, but there is very much a push to do better than the other Links, even encouraging sabotage. Each level in FSA ends with a Mario Party-style roller that lets you steal from other players and stuff like that. Send a cucco after them.

Shadow Link has a personality. Again, this has nothing to do with the manga. He doesn't directly address the player - he mostly just taunts and attacks the Links. But the townspeople he's tormented and the Deku Scrubs he bosses around definitely have negative opinions. The Deku Scrubs are Ganon-worshippers, but they hate Shadow Link. That says something. Most of their (often screen-wide) attacks are 1-hit K.O.s that the Links must retreat from.

The Ganon they fight in FSA is a completely different Ganon than the others. He's a reincarnation of Ganondorf after the Twilight Princess one dies. (If we're abiding by the official timeline.) This Gerudo man wants power, breaks Gerudo law to enter a temple, gets a fancy Trident, turns into a pig, and creates Shadow Links (yes, plural) from the Dark Mirror to trick Link into pulling the Four Sword and releasing Vaati.

Zelda refers to the four of them as Link singular even when split.

Each color has their own tone of voice. Red has the deepest voice and Vio has the highest-pitched voice.

They can effortlessly pick up people of their size and bigger. They are constantly picking each other up and throwing one another, all while jumping across gaps and such. They also have to catch thieves in one town, which they do by bodily picking them up and tossing them into a fenced-in area. The thieves are bigger than they are.

They know how to ride a horse and do so more than once.

People can take their fighting styles from the manga if they want, but there is the alternative of using the Palace of the Fours Swords boss fight in ALTTP (GBA) as inspiration. Green is the most basic one, with the main attacks being a spin attack or dash attack. He can dodge by jumping away. Red spams hurricane spins. He can also do Green's moves, but he does a lot of spinning. Blue jumps up and does a heavy-hitting down thrust that shakes the room. He is very good at dodging via nimble jumps, and he can go invisible/invincible for a second for some reason? Maybe he stole Vet's magic cape. He's very much a roc's feather guy. Can also dash attack. I think they all can. Vio is the hardest. He has all the other skills but can also shoot sword beams. Technically, I think they are fireballs like Hyrule can do. Obviously, some of these are skills that I'm doubtful Four has in LU. Either way, Vio is a master swordsman. He hits hard and fast and is unpredictable.

Other than the magic cape and fireballs, the other moves are all things Four should have access to. Even the fireballs can be replaced by a regular sword beam.

I only got through two guys and it's this long lol. I plan to do a part 2 later. You can also check replies to this post for a lot of headcanons

Fellow Linked Universe fans, I have a favor to ask of you.

I keep thinking that I don’t know as much about the Links as I think I do because I’ve only played one of the games, so if any of you wouldn’t mind, pick your favorite and rant about their adventure!

If not, that’s okay, I’m still doing as much research as I can on them. I just want to also hear it from other fans as a sort of backup or confirmation thing for me to read later.

Thank you for your time!

[aroaceleovaldez]

my hot pjo take is that Jason isn't a second Percy, Jason is a second Annabeth. Jason is just if Annabeth was a guy and also a Big 3 kid.

[kringle-c]

the way ahead feels lonely

[sophiphi]

Guys. GUYS. listen to me- kate carter is a natural brunette. no i’m not just saying that because daisy edgar jones has brown hair naturally, there’s a picture of young kate and her mom that is shown in the scene where she comes back home. I caught it on my second rewatch. I mean ofc you could chalk up her darker roots to it just being a dirty blonde but no, she really is a brunette.

Which brings me to this thought- I wonder what Tyler’s reaction (along with the others ofc) would be when they see Kate with brown hair. Let’s say her blonde dye was growing out enough for her to decide to dye it back. Maybe she does it when she went back to NY for a bit before going back to Oklahoma. Will there be chaos? Definitely. Will Tyler Owens get a heart attack? Duh. Like, imagine the possibilities guys, hellooo

[camelspit]

so we r all gonna vote for alvar tmrw right 🫦

[lucyskywalker]

Just thinking that Anidala - or VaderDala in that case - is very Orpheus and Eurydice coded.

[poseidonstaint]

rewatching lost,,,i fucking hate jack shepard i wish sawyer would kick him in the head everyday </3