#currently just messing around with this idea

[starboye]

how i met roommate!vinnie hacker

you and him both needed to find a new place to stay after having to downgrade to a place for affordable for the california prices that were currently rising, meeting him at an open house for a very nice place, there was great space (a little to much if you ask me)

and after talking to each other for some time you both thought wouldn't it be such a great idea to just be roommates and split rent to make it more affordable, although maybe vinnie was in for a little something more with the way he was checking you out but maybe you're just imagining things

when moving in you both set some pretty easy rules, you both cleaned up, whats yours was yours and whats his was his, and if you make a mess clean it up, it was pretty easy going for a couple of months until you started to see a shift in vinnie, he wanted to be around you always, asking you to hang out with him or just talk with him

you didn't find it weird at first since you both lived under the same roof so you might as well get to know each other better, that was until some days you'd come home to hear him jerking off with the door to his room wide open, like he wanted you to find him or he'll wear pants that would show the outline of his meaty cock

very rarely although sometimes even he'd walk past you and slap or grab your ass then play it off as a joke he usually does with friends, that was until one night when he came home drunk out of his mind and started mumbling about how much he wanted to fuck you, how you looked so sexy and he jerked off to the thought of you every night

so was it really wrong you ended up having sex with him, it was just a little one night stand, that then turned into another night... and another... and another but can we really blame you, he's just so hot and that cock is to good to give up

so you both ended up making it a roommates with benefit kind of arrangement but if anyone asks vinnie what you guys are he'll tell them you're dating

[lara4eclipze]

Hi can I request bratty sub Lara smut? For the idea thanksgiving dinner at Lara’s family and Lara teases yn knowing she’s nervous since it’s her first thanksgiving there

“Slut!”

— ( 🎱 ) "your family would sure be surprised to know how slutty you are" you whisper to her ears as she moans shamelessly

— ( ♟️ ) smut! , thanksgiving, swearing , degrading , mentions of public sex , sub!lara , and bratty lara, semi-rough sex (?) , squirting , quickie

— ( 🗝️ ) sub lara save me , anyways I love this request!! , I'm not used to writing dom reader since I base it off myself and I'm a sub lol, I also don't really know much about Thanksgiving since we don't celebrate it

the night finally came , lara's family has invited you to join them for their annual thanksgiving dinner , usually you would stay home and bed rot whenever thanksgiving season was around

"what are you wearing?" lara asks , she has been planning out everything the minute her mother mentioned about you coming to the dinner

"this dress with this—cardigan" you replied showing her the hanged up clothing, she tilts her head analyzing your choice

"don't tell me you don't like it" you pout as you notice the deep furrow of her brows

"it's just not—never mind" she sighs not wanting to hurt your feelings, you smile like a winning child and stood up giving her a peck on the cheek

"don't worry — I won't embarrass you nor myself" you whisper , earning you a small grin on laras face

"fine—ill go take a shower now , after I finish you go as well" she says picking up her towel and going to the bathroom

you stay in the comfort of your shared bed , scrolling aimlessly on your feed — lara shouldn't worry much after all you know her family like the back of your hand

after she finishes taking a shower you follow in the bathroom , usually you don't really use fancy products but today you decided to use some of lara's fancy things

such as her shampoo that she spent an outrageous amount of money on and her body wash that smelt like vanilla and made your skin smooth

walking out of the shower you were greeted by lara wearing a black dress that clung onto her curves amazingly — her hair was still curly since she hasn't straighten it yet and frankly you didn't want her to

hot , you thought to yourself — she clears her throat noticing you checking her out

"oh sorry — I should get ready now" you reply, pressing your lips until they form a thin line out of embarrassment

—»

"hi darling!" lara's mom greets you as she presses a kiss to your cheeks doing the same to lara

"hi mom , I got you this" you said handing over a bouquet of flowers , she smiles and thanks you

"hey!" rhea greets you and you greet her back

as you make your way to the dining area , lara whispers something to you

"hi mom? — you sounded like a teenage boy" she teases , at first you laughed along with her

but as her teasing grew more frequent you started to get annoyed and really surprised with how she was acting , was she doing this on purpose?

—»

"your family would sure be surprised to know how slutty you are" you whisper to her ears as she moans shamelessly

your currently three fingers deep in her cunt her juices dripping on your precious cardigan , you both excused yourself to go to the bathroom but look at what your doing now

"is this what you wanted? — get fucked silly till you can't talk?" you snicker at her , your finger curling in her at a fast pace , sensing her impending orgasm you fasten your speed

"f-fuck!—please!" she begged you to go faster , and you complied

you slap your hands onto her mouth as she became too loud , after all you still were at her parents house

"oh shit!" her moans muffled as she squirts all over your fingers and cardigan

"your so fucking messy—look at the mess you made brat" you tsk , removing your cardigan you threw it in some basket and helped lara fix her black dress

you both walk out of the bathroom and went back to her family

rhea gives you a knowing look, and gives her sister a teasing one

wondering why her daughter was laughing, kavita turns to rhea and asks

"why , what's funny?" which only made her laugh more , you laugh along and stopped when Lara slaps your shoulder

"stop it" she whispers

"make me" you replied

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

out of my league | pedri gonzalez [part ii]

🎓 synopsis: Somehow, you managed to make friends in college – well, more like they reached out to you, and now you’re not alone anymore. As your new friendships pull you out of your shell, Pedri seems to be doing the same, but you’re finding it harder than ever to take the next step and let him in. tags: self-doubt, friends-to-maybe-lovers, emotional vulnerability, overthinking. (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) | (around 3.6k words)

you can read the first part here.

part 1

"No offense, but when was the last time you took a shower?" Alexia asks, wrinkling her nose a little as she drops her bag onto the library table. You’ve been holed up here for hours, losing track of time, losing track of everything, really. To be fair, you did shower this morning, but looking at your reflection in your laptop screen, you realize you must look like a total disaster. It’s not just the exhaustion that’s etched into your face – it’s the way your hair is doing that weird frizzy thing, and how the stress has drained all the color from your cheeks. You want to sob.

There’s also this thing tonight, when you’re supposed to meet Pedri. A date. Well, not a date – a meeting, you remind yourself, because dates are for people who know what they’re doing. You’ve barely been fulfilling your role as his friend lately, let alone anything more. The thought of facing him in your current state sends a rush of panic through you. But this project... it’s taken over every last corner of your brain, squeezing out even the smallest semblance of self-care.

“You don’t get it, Lexi,” you say, rubbing a hand over your tired eyes, “This project is eating me alive. I can’t think about anything else.”

You feel the tears coming before you can stop them, all the pent-up emotion spilling over as the words catch in your throat. “And I have a meeting with Pedri tonight and I look awful.” Your voice breaks, and now you're full-on crying, fat tears streaming down your face. Alexia laughs, but it’s gentle, as she wipes at your tears with the sleeve of her sweater, the fabric smudging across your cheeks.

“A meeting? Is that what you two are calling it now?” she teases.

“Please don't make fun of me right now,” you hiccup, “I’m seriously having a breakdown.”

“You’re not having a breakdown, okay? You’re just tired, probably hungry, and, yeah, you look like a mess, that’s all!” Alexia says, giving you a warm, reassuring smile.

"Do you think I should cancel with him?" you ask between sobs.

"I don't know, baby. What do you want?"

You think about it, really think. All you want right now is a long, hot bath, a warm plate of food, and to binge some mindless Netflix series. The idea of pretending to be put-together tonight feels like more than you can handle.

“Yeah, I think I need some time off tonight,” you say slowly. You look at Alexia, suddenly struck by how composed she looks. Even though you’re in the same class, dealing with the same workload, she always seems to keep her cool. Meanwhile, you’re pretty sure the rest of your study group is scattered across campus in various states of meltdown, just like you. “How come you don’t look like shit, huh?”

“I think it’s because I just don’t care,” she says with a shrug. “It’s just college, you know? I’m not going to let this kill me.”

“You’re crazy,” you mutter, pointing your pen at her face. “But thank you… I guess, for telling me I need a break.”

“Anytime,” she says, beaming at you. “I got you!”

You take a shaky breath and start cleaning your nose with a tissue, already feeling better.

part 2

You stumble into your dorm room, dropping your bag on the floor and collapsing face-first onto your bed. After a few moments, you roll over, sighing as you pull out your phone. You know you have to cancel tonight, but the thought of disappointing Pedri makes your chest feel heavy.

You type out a quick message before you can second-guess yourself:

You: 

I know we were supposed to meet tonight, but I’m honestly so drained. 

Hey... 

You hit send and toss your phone aside, staring at the ceiling, feeling guilty and relieved all at once. You almost jump when your phone buzzes a second later.

I think I just need to stay in and rest.

Pedri: 

I get it, don’t worry about it!

You hesitate before replying.

Are you okay?

You: 

Yeah, just really overwhelmed. 

There’s a long pause before his response comes through, and you wonder if he’s upset. But when you pick up your phone, you see his message:

It’s been a week, you know?

Pedri:

Can I do anything to help? Bring you food or something? 

His offer feels genuine and, weirdly, like a weight lifting off your shoulders. You think about it for a second and realize that, despite everything, you don’t want to be completely alone tonight.

I don’t have to stay if you don’t want, just wanna make sure you’re alright.

You: 

Takeout sounds nice. 

I was thinking about just eating junk food and watching movies. 

Nothing fancy.

Pedri: 

I can pick up your favorite and come over? 

Promise I won’t be trouble. 

I’ll just hang out and keep you company if you want. 

Or I can go after dropping off the food. 

There’s something so comforting in his willingness to let you set the tone. You don’t feel pressured, just… cared for. 

Whatever you need.

You: 

Okay. 

Pedri: 

That sounds good. 

Deal. 

I’ll be there in 30. 

Thanks, Pedri. Really.

You: 

You’ve got some time before Pedri gets here, and you decide to make the most of it. It’s Friday night, your roommate’s out, and for once, you have the room to yourself. You push yourself off the bed and head to the bathroom, there’s no time for a full transformation, but you want to feel a little more put-together.

Back in your room, you search for your comfiest pajamas, cute enough that you don’t feel completely bedraggled. You slip them on, pairing them with some fuzzy socks. 

You survey the room; it’s not a complete mess, but it’s far from inviting. Your bed, unmade and a little dull, catches your eye. You grab your favorite blanket and spread it over the bed. The cozy texture instantly brightens the space. Next, you light the lavender-scented candle your mom sent you last semester. 

The laptop goes on the end of the bed, positioned so that two people can comfortably watch a movie together. You prop up a couple of pillows, creating a small nest that you hope will make you feel more at ease when Pedri gets here. You settle on the bed, drawing the blanket over your lap as you scroll mindlessly through your streaming service’s list of comfort movies.

A few minutes later you hear a soft knock on your door and you’re already halfway to the door before you even realize you’ve moved. You pause for a second, taking one last steadying breath, before you open it.

Pedri is standing there, a takeout bag in one hand and a warm smile on his face. He's dressed down, just a hoodie and sweats, and something about the way he looks makes the weight in your chest ease a little. "Hi," he says softly, eyes scanning your face with curiosity.

"Hi," you reply, a little embarrassed by how relieved you are to see him. You step back, letting him in, and he walks past you into the room, setting the takeout down on your desk.

"I brought Thai," he says, holding up the bag with a small grin. "Figured you could use something comforting. I got that spicy noodle dish you like, and a few other things in case you’re not up for it."

You smile, genuinely this time, the warmth spreading through you as you shut the door behind him. “Thanks. That sounds perfect.”

Pedri looks around the room, noticing the little effort you put into making it feel cozy, and his smile softens. "You did all this for me?" he teases gently, nodding toward the candles and the freshly arranged bed.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small laugh that escapes. "I did it for me, actually. But... I guess you can enjoy it too."

He kicks off his sneakers and sinks onto the bed, pulling out the takeout containers while you sit beside him, feeling the tension in your shoulders start to ease. He’s careful not to invade your space, giving you a little room to breathe, even though you can tell he’s itching to comfort you more.

"So," he says, settling back against the pillows, "what’s the movie for tonight? I’m good with whatever. Just don’t make me cry, okay?"

It’s silly, you know – you two have spent hours talking about your favorite movies, music, and everything in between. Still, there's a part of you that worries about whether he’ll like what you like, whether you’re cool enough in his eyes. Letting him see more of who you are makes you feel oddly exposed. “Actually... my comfort movie is The Terminator, but we can watch something else if you want,” you mumble, trying to sound casual.

Pedri’s eyebrows lift, genuinely surprised. “Terminator? I’ve never seen it.”

Your jaw drops. “What?? Have you been living under a rock?” you exclaim, forgetting your nervousness in the heat of the moment. He laughs, his eyes lighting up, clearly enjoying your reaction.

"Nope, just never got around to it, I guess. I mean, I know it's a classic, but... never seen it," he says, still grinning at your shock.

“Well, we have to watch it now,” you say, more certain than you’ve been all night. "It’s not negotiable."

“Alright, alright,” he agrees easily, shifting to get more comfortable against the pillows. “I trust your judgment.”

There’s a moment, just before you press play, where you’re hyper-aware of how close he is. It’s strange because you’ve never been alone together like this in your room – just the two of you, no distractions, no other friends around to keep things light. You’re both taking things slow, or maybe you’re not taking them anywhere at all. You’ve never really talked about what this is. You just hang out. Sometimes you kiss, sometimes you don’t, but you never ask what it means. Right now, you don’t have a clue where you stand with him or if this is going somewhere.

You press play. Pedri leans back, focused on the screen, and you steal a glance at him, trying to gauge his reaction. But he’s not making fun of you; he’s not rolling his eyes or pretending to be interested. He’s just... watching. And somehow, that feels like a win.

Halfway through the movie, you’re both more relaxed. Pedri’s arm is draped casually over the back of the bed, and you’re leaning just a bit closer to him. The takeout is mostly gone, the containers pushed to the side, and he’s actually into the movie – asking you little questions about the plot and why it’s your favorite. 

He gives you a soft kiss on the temple, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He doesn’t even look at you when he does it; it's absent-minded, like he’s barely aware of it. But you feel it intensely. Your heart kicks up, and suddenly, the movie’s just background noise – your mind is spinning. You feel the space between you both close in, shrinking to nothing.

You’re not a virgin, but you might as well be. Your experience was limited – just a couple of times with your first and last boyfriend, back in high school. 

With Pedri, things have always felt... safe. But that simple, soft peck on your temple makes you acutely aware that you just invited a boy into your room, alone, on a Friday night. 

Is that why he’s been hanging around for so long? 

You hear Melanie’s voice in your head, mocking you, saying he’d get bored in a month and go crawling back to her. Before you even realize what you’re doing, you shift away from him, putting space between you two. Your heart pounds as you look at him, waiting for a reaction, and he turns to you, eyes widening with instant understanding. He knows. Just by the way you’ve moved, he knows exactly what’s going through your mind.

“Oh –” Pedri’s face goes pale, his voice panicked. “I didn’t mean... I wasn’t thinking, I swear!” He sounds as terrified as you feel.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he rushes to say, his words stumbling over each other. “I’m sorry, I –” He stops, takes a breath, and tries again, his tone softer, more careful. “I really didn’t mean anything by it. I wasn’t trying to –”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, your voice shaky. But it's not fine, not really. You're suddenly too aware of your bare legs under the blanket, of the dim lighting, of how you’ve made your room just a little bit cozier, a little more inviting than usual.

Pedri watches you closely, his expression open, almost pleading. “I’m not here for that, okay? I mean it. I just wanted to hang out, like we always do. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

His eyes are sincere, his voice steady now, and you realize he’s waiting for you to make the call, to decide what happens next. He’s not pressuring you, not pushing. He’s giving you a lifeline, a way back to whatever this was before you started overthinking.

“Okay,” you say, nodding. 

“Do you want me to go?” he asks quietly, and you hate how sad he sounds.

“Yes,” you say, your voice breaking a little. “I’m so sorry. It’s not you, it’s…” You trail off. It’s you. You’re the one who felt your body light up when his lips brushed your temple, the one whose thoughts went straight to sex. Your face burns, a blush spreading hot and fast, making you feel like you’re stumbling back into the awkwardness of puberty. A simple peck, and suddenly you’re overwhelmed, spiraling.

Pedri, who’s always been so good at reading you, catches it all. His eyes widen even more, and you almost laugh at how surprised he looks. But this isn't funny to you. You don’t want him to see you like this, so, so... well, horny. “It’s me, okay? And I...” You struggle to find the right words, your heart racing. “Can you just... can you leave?”

His eyes stay fixed on you, lost somewhere between fascination and panic. You can see it – how he's immersed in the way your face is flushed, in the way you're struggling to catch your breath. He's seeing you in a way he never has before, and part of him likes it – likes that you want him this much, likes that he has this effect on you. But the other half of him is scared, almost as much as you are.

“Um... yes,” he says. He’s nodding, almost on autopilot, his eyes never leaving your face. It’s like he’s drinking in every detail, storing this moment away – the vulnerability in your expression, the way your eyes struggle to meet his. You see the flicker of conflict in his eyes, and it’s not just because he doesn’t want to leave. It’s because seeing you like this makes him want to give you everything, to do whatever you want, forever.

But he knows what you’re asking, and he’s not going to push.

“Yeah, I’ll leave,” he repeats, his words slow and careful like he’s reassuring himself as much as he’s reassuring you. 

He stands there for a second longer, just looking at you, his thoughts a mess of confusion and desire. There’s a moment you think he’s going to stay – going to ignore what you asked and sit back down beside you.

But he doesn’t. He turns, slowly, his eyes lingering on you until the very last moment, afraid to look away. He takes a breath, nodding to himself like he’s coming to a decision, and then he opens the door.

“Okay,” he says one last time, and there’s a small, bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. “Goodnight.” His voice is so gentle, and the sound of it almost makes you want to cry.

He steps out, closing the door behind him with a soft click, and you’re left alone. You just sit there, staring at the door.

part 3

Ana is telling you and Alexia about her latest rendezvous, this boy from computer science who rocked her world Friday night. It's Monday, and you're just staring at a wall as she talks, wanting to disappear. She’s being quite graphic, and when she notices your reaction, she stops mid-sentence and gives you a weird look.

“You're being weird,” she points out. “Wait. Am I being weird? Is it weird for me to say things like that?”

You shake your head, shifting your gaze to the ceiling instead, feeling the familiar creep of anxiety settling in.

“No. No. I'm weird, you were right the first time.”

“We all know that everyone at this table is weird,” Alexia chimes in. You're at the café you like so much – the one where you first met Pedri. You brought your friends here once, and now it’s become the go-to hangout spot for your group, which is nice... but you kind of miss coming here alone. It used to be your sad, quiet space, where you could brood without anyone pointing it out. Now, you have to deal with their curious stares and concerned comments.

“But now you're both being weirder than usual,” Alexia says, turning back to Ana. “Seriously, Ana, you had sex with Carlos? The guy with the Twitter account for his birds? And you...” She points at you. “What's up with you?”

“Nothing,” you mutter, waving a hand vaguely. “I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh,” Alexia says, clearly not buying it, and Ana just raises her eyebrows like she’s waiting for the real answer to come out. They’re both staring at you now, and you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Seriously, I’m just... tired,” you say, but the way Alexia’s lips twist into a knowing smile tells you that she’s already seen right through you.

“Tired,” she repeats, in that sarcastic tone that makes you feel about three inches tall.

“You’re always tired,” Ana adds. “But this is a new level of tired. Like, existential crisis tired.” She’s still sipping her iced coffee as if she’s discussing the weather, which makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

You take a deep breath, trying to pull yourself together, but all you can think about is Pedri’s face when he left your room – the way he looked at you like he was trying to memorize every inch of your expression. It’s been looping in your mind ever since, making it hard to focus on anything else.

“I don’t know,” you admit finally, “I just... had a weird weekend.”

Ana narrows her eyes, leaning in conspiratorially. “Weird how?” she asks. “Like my Friday night weird or... your kind of weird?”

Your face flushes at the mention of her Friday night, but you just shake your head again. “No, not like that,” you say, feeling the heat creep up your neck. “Just... complicated.”

There’s a long, loaded silence before Alexia’s face softens, like she’s pieced something together in her head. “Oh,” she says quietly. “Is this about him?”

You don’t say anything, but your silence must give you away because Ana’s face lights up in recognition. “Oh my God,” she says, practically bouncing in her seat. “Did something happen with Pedri?”

“No!” you say, maybe a little too quickly, but they’re already grinning like they know all your secrets.

“Something definitely happened,” Alexia says, giving you a playful nudge. “Spill. Now.”

You sigh, realizing you’re not getting out of this, and you tell them – about the movie, about how everything had felt fine until it suddenly wasn’t, about how Pedri had left with that sad, confused look on his face. You don’t tell them how much it’s been bothering you, though. How you keep replaying the way he said “Goodnight” in your head like it means more than it should.

Ana and Alexia listen in silence, for once not interrupting with their usual commentary, and when you’re done, there’s a heavy pause.

“So...” Ana says slowly, “you freaked out because he kissed you? That’s it?”

You wince, feeling the words hit a little too close to home. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “I freaked out.”

“Well, what did you expect?” Alexia asks, not unkindly. “He likes you, you like him, and you invited him over. What did you think was going to happen?”

“I don’t know!” you say, feeling defensive. “I just – he’s Pedri. And I’m... me. It’s complicated, okay?”

“Everything’s complicated with you,” Ana says, rolling her eyes but smiling at the same time. “You know what I think? I think you need to stop overthinking and just go for it. If you want him, go get him. If you don’t, then stop torturing yourself about it.”

“It’s not that simple,” you say, but even as you do, you can feel a tiny part of you wanting to believe that maybe it could be.

“Well, it should be,” Alexia says, giving you a knowing look. “I’m just saying – life’s too short to sit around being sad in a café about a guy who clearly cares about you.”

You open your mouth to argue, but the words get stuck in your throat. Maybe they’re right. Maybe you’ve been making this all harder than it needs to be. But that doesn’t make it any less terrifying.

“Just... think about it,” Ana says, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. “And don’t do that thing where you talk yourself out of being happy, okay?”

[nekohime19]

Wukong study in LMK # Season 1

So here we are after the analysis of the pilot (which you can find under the tag Wukong study or at the end of this study). As I already established about Wukong, he is NOT the perfect enlightened being we expected him to be, especially after his portrayal in the pilot. We are even encouraged as an audience to let go of this assumption. In fact, we can even say that Wukong works as an antithesis of the usual portrayal of wise masters in media, he defies our expectations of what a master truly is by being shown as lazy and gluttonous, two non-flattering traits that we usually don’t associate with masters.

In season 1, Wukong appears mainly in the background. The series takes its time to introduce the main characters and, as such, even if he is a recurrent character Wukong doesn’t get as much screen time as the others. In fact, he is more like a guide that will help MK along but rarely if ever takes part in the many conflicts that MK encounters.

S1 ep 1

Wukong appears very briefly in this episode. He only interacts with MK and appears after the boy is thrown out of the weather tower. Narratively, we can assume that he has been keeping track of MK, even perhaps following him, but decided to come to him only when the boy was alone. I do believe it is because he wasn’t comfortable with showing himself in front of the others.

Like in the pilot, Wukong is shown reclining on his cloud, adopting some kind of lazy, laid-back attitude. He immediately rejects MK when this one asks him to help, insisting that he’s retiring, and thus it isn’t his role anymore. This interaction is here to re-establish MK as the hero, and at the same time re-establish Wukong's role as the guide. No. Wukong will not take part in the conflict. It isn’t his place anymore

I find it somewhat funny that Wukong uses a cane to scratch his back, canes being usually associated with old age and thus this serves as another emphasis on his old age and retirement. Moreover, when he talks about his younger days “You think I took shortcuts ? No! it took me centuries of training and fighting and just beating up demons…just so many demons..” There is a lagging in his voice, a visible tiredness that further emphasizes this idea of retirement. Also he talks like a grandpa, like “IN MY DAYS…” type of thing.

But Wukong is mainly here to introduce an important aspect to MK, that the boy kinda missed, and that is TRAINING. At the beginning of the episode, we can see MK being somewhat arrogant about his new-found invincibility without having any control whatsoever on his powers. Here, Wukong will imitate MK in a somewhat cheeky way by screaming “and weren’t you INVINCIBLE..” like MK did in the beginning of the episode. This tells us that Wukong was indeed following MK around, long enough to be aware of the boy’s current problem : his arrogance towards his invincibility.

So Wukong is making fun of MK to highlight this problem. He’s messing with him by scaring him a little which is NOT expected of an usual wise master. An usual wise master, in this situation, will guide their student with an anthology, or wise words; Wukong here does highlight the problem but he does so in a very childish/funny way. He does his job, and the results are the same, but the ways are very different. Wukong is still being shown in a comedic light.

We can also notice that Wukong isn’t that confident about his job as a master. When he gives his advice to MK, his back is turned on MK, he clears his throat and drops of sweat are on his temples. It’s newfound territory for him. He has never teached before this, so he’s as new to this as MK is.

Once Wukong seals MK’s powers, he drops the kid at the top of the tower in eagle form and flies off the frame discreetly, it’s a way for him to disappear because it is not his stage anymore, it’s MK’s.

In short, this episode re-establish Wukong's character as MK’s guide. He will not take part in the conflicts. At the same time it hints at us that Wukong isn’t THAT confident about his own role, and furthermore highlights Wukong differences with the usual figure of the wise master, he does his job but he doesn’t do it in the usual ways.

S1 ep 2

Wukong doesn’t appear in this episode but it is interesting to notice that the motions helping MK discover what can poof the clones is the exact same one used by Wukong in episode 1 to seal MK’s powers. So MK is already starting to imitate Wukong.

Also, it is funny to notice how present Wukong is throughout merch in general in this episode and later episodes, even when he doesn’t appears we get his image everytime through posters/ clocks / charms / shows, he is VERY present in MK’s life, the image of him at least.

S1 ep 5

Wukong doesn’t truly appear in this episode, it’s an illusion of him conjured by the calabash. At first, Wukong appears descending on his cloud, very much like episode 1 to ask about MK’s struggles. MK doesn’t suspect anything wrong until Wukong basically tells him : “My powers are just so great, it’s probably too much for your brain to handle. You’re gonna see some weird stuff, you just have to accept it.”

What is very interesting about this episode is that we can see how MK perceives the others by how he finds them weird, or Out of character. Pigsy is not mad about him being late, Mei is having romantic feelings for him, and that freaks MK out because it is unusual for them. Here, what freaks MK out about the fake Wukong is that he’s essentially telling him to deal with the situation and doesn’t offer any solutions whatsoever. It does show that Wukong, while his methods are unusual, does always help MK out when he appears, so much that the fact he is NOT helping there is what makes MK realize he’s wrong and “out of character”.

S1 ep 7

So Wukong appears at the beginning and the end of the episode, it’s actually his second real appearance of the season. And we finally see some training !

During the training, MK is shown as struggling while Wukong is not even breaking a sweat. He’s even taunting his student by reading a book mid-fight. And while it can come off as arrogant; and make us wonder if he’s not taking the training seriously we can also notice that during the whole fight, Wukong keeps his hands in his back, obviously because this is training and he doesn’t want to use his full power against MK, who is a rookie. So Wukong IS thinking about MK and what is beneficial for him but his attitude leads us to believe otherwise.

Once the fight is over, Wukong drops his attitude and praises MK for his performance.

Wukong : “way, WAY better. You’re totally getting the hang of this, bud.”

So MK lost the fight, but Wukong is still praising him, precisely because this is training and he can see that MK is improving. So while most of the time he is shown as lazy and somewhat uncaring of what is going around him, little interactions like those actually tells us otherwise, Wukong is very observant. He sees MK evolution, that does mean he keeps a close eye on his student. Moreover, Wukong points out MK's lack of focus, which will be relevant for the rest of the episode. Because while MK denies it, he does indeed lack focus. That shows us that Wukong knows his student, he knows his shortcomings.

In terms of personality, this episode also does a great job of showing Wukong as a somewhat cheeky and kinda arrogant person. There are also a lot of jokes made between the two which really creates a light-hearted atmosphere. Usually, master/student relationships are very serious, there is a kind of submission/respect coming from the student, especially in Chinese media, but here MK is not truly showing this kind of attitude, in fact he’s not afraid to call out Wukong on his past mistakes. The use of comedy to alleviate the seriousness of the usual master/student relationship really highlights Wukong and MK's unusual, almost brotherly, way of working.

Wukong is also upset when MK doesn’t take his advice seriously, we can see that with the very (sassy) way his eyebrow twitches. I think it’s very funny because it does show that Wukong is not as laid-back as he pretends to be, he’s still upset when his student doesn’t take his advice/lesson, that means he does care about it.

At the end of the episode, MK delivers the wrong noodles to Wukong. I love how MK overthink everything and think that this is some kind of lesson that Wukong organized, while it’s clearly not but Wukong decides to go with the flow anyway. It’s a great parallel to others master/student relationship, where the master gives some kind of unusual task to do and at first the student doesn’t realizes its utility but then after doing it they realize that it was a great lesson all along, here it’s not, Wukong didn’t plan this at all, but he goes along anyway.

S1 ep 9

Oh here we go for the Macaque episode. So while the other two appearances of Wukong re-established him as MK’s guide, as an unusual master and were consistent with their comedic tones (MK and Wukong being shown as light-hearted/bickering…), this episode shows us a more serious side of Wukong. Truly, Macaque’s episode is the one that adds depth to Wukong as a character.

The episode immediately starts with a confrontation between MK and Wukong. Eventually, I think it was bound to happen, especially with Wukong's unusual way of teaching. MK doesn't understand why he has to destroy the mural and Wukong doesn't really explain himself either.

There is a physical distance between them that is further emphasized by the fact Wukong is reclining on his cloud, they're not on the same level, they don't meet each other in the middle.

MK : You know when I found out I was being trained by the monkey king, great sage equal to heaven, I had no idea… that'll be stuck there hammering walls here all day!

Wukong is not what you expect of a master and even less what you expect of the great sage. Here we can clearly see how MK's expectations are crushed. In a way, he doesn't see the image he idolized in Wukong, he doesn't understand the purpose of this training, and thus is frustrated. I think that's bursting of emotions coming from MK was due. Since the pilot episode, where we are clearly shown we have to let go of our expectations of Wukong, MK confrontation between his idolized version of Wukong and the real one was bound to happen.

When Wukong assumes a more epic front, more in tune with what MK except of his master and his own training, we can clearly see MK having stars in his eyes, longing for this kind of training.

But Wukong denies this. He has good reasons to but he doesn't explain them, instead he bush MK off with “I'm never going to teach you something you don't need to know.” It is perhaps the first time we see Wukong being this serious. It doesn't last though (perhaps because Wukong doesn't like being severe, in a sense his laid-back attitude could be his own way of controlling the situation and himself).

There is a distance between master and student, MK is on the ground while Wukong towers above him, representing the power differences of their relationship but also their impossibility of understanding the other at the moment.

The wedge created here is exactly what Macaque will use later-on to widen the distance between them. MK longs for an epic teacher, he's impatient, he wants to be strong, and fast. And he'll find the idolized version he expected of Wukong in Macaque.

Macaque will use MK's frustration to widen the wedge between him and Wukong. In fact, he will even suggers to MK that Wukong is slowing him down, that his lessons are irrelevant. There is a parallel montage between the two monkeys and their lessons where we can see Macaque working alongside MK, while Wukong is reclining on his cloud, putting distance between him and his mentee. Moreover, during this montage, Wukong flaws (laziness and gluttony) are emphasized, convincing MK even more that Wukong is somewhat unfit to be his teacher.

As we can see in those parallel shots, Wukong is shown as lazy, reclining on his cloud and waving a chip around, while Macaque adopts a more serious/epic pose, leaning over a sandbag. In the first shot MK is angry/frustrated, while in the second he seems more resigned, as if accepting what Macaque is telling him.

The next scene is a parallel of Wukong's first scene. This time MK manages to replicate perfectly the move Wukong showed in the first scene, the move he especially told MK that he couldn't learn yet.

What I love in both those shots is that, while they are very similar, MK's smash is violet to show Macaque's influence, but it's also all cracked, further highlighting that MK isn't ready for this move and it's taking a toll on his body.

Wukong first is still shown in a comedic light, with the joke “Have you been running around with other mentors!?”, but soon enough he adopts a more serious poise when he sees that MK isn't receptive to their usual light-hearted dynamic, and as such something is clearly wrong. Perhaps, we can assume that Wukong tends to use jokes to communicate with his mentee, considering until this episode their dynamic was mainly seen in a comedic light. But once Wukong notices MK's symbol, on his jacket, being tainted by Macaque's magic, his face darkens, because he knows something is up here.

In Wukong's next appearance, he will intervene in the fight between MK and Macaque. This is very important, because it was established in episode 1 that it isn't Wukong's role to fight anymore, yet here he decides to step in. Perhaps because he knows that Macaque isn't MK's enemy, it's his enemy. Macaque is about him, and thus Wukong steps in. The dialogue between the two monkeys further highlights this :

Wukong : Are you ever going to be sick of living in my shadow? It's time to get back what you stole.

Macaque : You are such a gem, it's going to be so satisfying killing you with your own powers.

Wukong especially nips at Macaque's insecurity, showing that he knows him quite well, but he also indirectly says that Macaque is his enemy. Macaque is in his shadow. It’s his problem to deal with. The fight between the two monkeys are full of parallels, when one uses a power, the other uses the exact same, portraying them as two sides of the same coin. On three occasions during the fight we can see how much Wukong truly cares about MK, one when Macaque turns into MK, disturbing Wukong who cannot punch the image of his mentee. The other is when Macaque is going to attack MK, and Wukong shouts his name while kicking away the clones holding him back. And the last one when Wukong protects MK from the explosion’s recoils by hugging him.

In the end, Wukong's lesson is what enables MK to beat Macaque, re-establishing him as MK's mentor. What I found very interesting is at the end, after Macaque's defeat, both MK and Wukong are sitting on a cliff side. The colors are yellow/golden to highlight the resolution of their troubles, but Wukong also initiates contact with his student, something he never truly did in his previous appearances. In fact, we can even argue that Wukong was putting some distance with MK by never lingering too long around him and always reclining on his cloud, being thus on another level.

This is actually the first time we see Wukong genuinely approach his student in this way, showing that in the end Macaque's meddling brought them even closer.

The episode ends with MK doing chores and believing it's some sort of secret training lesson, it is clearly NOT, Wukong is looking away with drops of sweat on his face, a tell-tale sign he's lying. We can assume Wukong is messing with MK as light revenge for what happened with Macaque. Moreover, it's also quite funny to see this scene considering Wukong first lesson, destroying the mural, could fit in the “The master gives a totally unrelated task that will later-on be discovered as necessary in the student's learning” cliché, but it didn't work then because MK didn't understand the purpose of it. But now MK is leaning towards this same cliché as a joke.

It's funny to think that when Wukong leans in towards wise masters clichés it doesn't work out for him.

And this the end of Wukong's appearances in season 1. Yes. Wukong only truly appears in three episodes, and out of the three it's only in Macaque's episode that he's shown in a more serious/epic light. I think there is a great dichotomy between Wukong's presence in the show and his true appearances. Wukong is very present in MK's life through merch, but also thought MK himself who imitates Wukong's moves multiple times throughout the season. But in truth Wukong isn't that much shown. It can make us feel as if Wukong is absent, perhaps even that he doesn't care enough to show himself (his laid-back attitude can reinforce this feeling). But as we saw, it's not true at all, Wukong pays a lot of attention to MK.

In this season, Wukong is a side-character, he assumes the role of guide and doesn't really step out of this role he puts on himself. As the seasons progresses, we will see Wukong gradually stopping to recline on his cloud and stopping to distance himself from his student.

So here was Wukong study in the first season. Idk, maybe what I'm saying is very obvious and I'm just rambling but here it is nonetheless. As always, it's fine if you disagree with what I'm saying 👍.

I'll see you in the next study

Pilot

[inkedmyths]

Mom said its my turn to make a funny Human!Bill AU

But with a TWIST and thats that he's stuck w/Stan at first and neither are happy about it <3

[juni-ravenhall]

sso loading screen text "remember that knowledge is power".... imagine the power if the writers knew the lore of the game

[laugtherhyena]

Control over time

[rainyinautumn]

So Secret Life is happening. And it's great. And it has potential to be a LONG series compared to other life installments.

Let me explain.

Historically, the biggest killers in the life series are fall damage, PvP, and TNT (if you're wondering how I know this, this is how). Let's look at how each of those makes you dead.

Fall damage gets people in one of two ways: either taking a fatal bit of damage after being almost killed by something else (ex. Tango's final death in Limited Life), or falling a massive distance that wipes all ten hearts in one go (ex. Grian's final death in Limited Life). Neither of these are particularly viable at killing someone in Secret Life, at least not for a while, given all the players have triple the amount of hearts as usual. As for big falls, a lethal fall for someone with a full 30 hearts would have to be roughly 63+ blocks (fall damage is half a heart for every block after the third, with some small discrepancies for tick timings). That's a LONG fall. I'm talking you could jump off the top of the Crastle from 3rd Life and survive just fine. Granted, people won't be on 30 hearts forever, so that number will gradually whittle down, but what's typically a big killer is going to be more of an inconvenience for people with higher hearts.

PvP is the only top cause of death that's based on consistent and deliberate lowering of health, and without the boogeyman, it's not even a factor until someone goes red. Grian has implied, however, that reds will get different (and likely more violent) secrets, so I expect that once one person goes red, things will go downhill for everyone else rather quickly. I'm curious to see how PvP will work for people with high hearts but no regeneration. It'll probably take longer—an unenchanted Netherite axe in the right hands can deal a full 30 hearts worth of damage in just 4 seconds, but against unenchanted diamond armor would take around a full 20 seconds, assuming the person (for some reason) didn't fight back at all. And keep in mind players are allowed to enchant to their heart's content this season. The goal of most confrontations is likely going to be just to put a big dent in another player's health and in the hopes that that endangers them enough to be killed by more natural causes, rather than putting in the effort to wipe them out completely. Reds will likely prefer seeking out players with lower health in order to complete their secrets, but they may have to break the mold if they can't find an ideal target. Additionally, I wouldn't be surprised if some red secrets are something along the lines of "deal [x] amount of damage to a player" instead of just "kill someone."

On to TNT. The idea when setting off an explosion is always to do the maximum amount of damage possible. Explosions are based on power (how hard a thing explodes (4 in the case of TNT and 6 for end crystals)) and impact (how hard the exploding thing hits you). Impact is based on exposure (how close you are to the exploding thing), which varies wildly every time, so it's hard to say exactly how much TNT it would take to kill someone with 30 hearts in one go. My best guess, based on TNT-related deaths we've seen, is probably sixish point-blank explosions (probably best reached with six stacked TNT minecarts). Personally, I would love to find out exactly how much TNT you would need, and I'm sure Secret Life will help me out here. In short, you need a LOT of TNT to kill someone, but iron and TNT can be earned from secret rewards, so it may not be all that hard to get. And players should invest in a piece of blast protection armor (just one, though, more than one doesn't do enough good to be worth it).

And, on top of all this, players can get hearts back. Not without some trials and tribulation, but they have three pretty substantial lives. Sure, people will have bad days (like Martyn) from natural hazards like caving and being exposed at night, but both those things become much easier to avoid after session one or two.

TL;DR—it's harder to lose a life in Secret Life. As long as people are careful and try to hang on to their green/yellow lives, it could easily be the longest life series installment yet.

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Stuck on the first few eps of Farscape after finishing up Fantasy High s2 and maybe its the whole most recently consumed bias but I'm really struck by how much it feels like a dnd game??? Bunch of weird lil renegades slapped together and put in weird situations, honestly it would make a really interesting starting point for a game

Anyway John Crichton is a bard/wizard; he does a lot of persuasion as performance and that scene of him collapsing to the floor to write slingshot equations is THE most wizard shit- perhaps Artificer would be more accurate to him but it's not a class I'm familiar with.

[swordmaid]

yves is soooo cute….. she will be experiencing catastrophic amount of horrors and despair later <3

[lesvegas]

I should try to describe various fallout foods the way I'd describe promotional sandwiches at Wendy's to customers.

[seagullcharmer]

thinking abt chain link fences again and i think it would be SO funny if bee and honey had BOTH had to deal with the windfish's dream

[snapscube]

Can you please elaborate on the original FFXIV getting blown up?

yeah so, in summary, when FF14 was first released it was helmed by an entirely different team of producers who were very much not interested in learning from developments in the MMO genre up to that point and kinda created a mess of a game. it wasn’t really due to one thing in particular that the game failed though, the entire production was highly mismanaged. people knew in beta that it was going to be a mess but they pushed it out anyway and it was a major flop critically and a big hit to square’s reputation. the producers were then removed from the project and another producer named Naoki Yoshida who had a lot of experience working on the Dragon Quest MMO was brought on to replace them and hopefully improve the state of the game.

when realizing just how fucked FF14 1.0 was at the time, yoshida gave square a bit of a hail mary option and was like “we can improve this game, but it will never be great in this form. let me continue making updates to the game… while also in the background secretly rebuild the entire game almost from scratch”. fucking miraculously square was like “yeah sure” and actually gave that idea the greenlight, with a 2-year window to release.

so that became the plan. improve the game in incremental amounts for players currently sticking with it, and then wipe the whole slate clean and release a FF14 2.0 that was a fundamentally remade experience, actually taking more design inspiration from other successful MMOs and other final fantasy games. they didn’t just decide to wipe the original game on a meta level though, they actually worked the destruction of FF14 1.0 into the plot of both games. and so, famously, the day that the servers for 1.0 were shut down was a day where IN GAME players fought a horde of deadly monsters spawning around the world until inevitably a giant moon crashed into the world and took the servers offline for good. and then when you play 2.0, they frequently reference this calamity in the early MSQ and players who stuck with 1.0 until the end actually got their entire character transferred over with a special tattoo, opening cutscenes, and special dialogue throughout the MSQ that connects them to the game that was deleted.

there’s a 3-part noclip documentary that goes into more detail, it is FASCINATING stuff.

[snorfbin]

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[ilygetou]

satoru eating you out through your panties <3

C/W: overstimulation, attempts of dirty talk, just satoru messily playing with your pussy from above your panties while also attempting to eat you out (๑˙ー˙๑).

NOTE. here’s the continuation/pt2 of this thirst.

“relax...” he coos, his voice soft and gentle. Your legs were wrapped around his neck, your breath hitching every time he’d go in to lick your pussy from above your panties. Body squirming and eyes going hazy.

“satoru no, i–i...” your voice caught short once gojo started rubbing his fingers on your clit, “c’mon baby, wanna do the same thing you did to me,” he kept rubbing slow circles around your clit, your panties getting drenched with your slick, you stared back at gojo with droopy eyes, gripping his hair once he dived in to give your cunt a kiss.

Your panties were already so drenched which resulted into having your cunt visible from above the wet undergarments, the fabric was thin that every time gojo spreads your folds with his fingers, your panties move slightly to the side–giving your boyfriend a small peek of your exposed cunt.

Gojo had a sheepish grin on his face which immediately curved into a wide smirk once he looked up to meet your half-lidded eyes as your mouth hung ajar—low pants leaving you. He kept rubbing your clit through your panties while his mouth went in and started licking on your slit, slightly pushing the thin fabric of your panties against your hole.

“s-satoru...” a shattered whine of his name left you, making gojo look up to you once again, his mouth still attached to your clothed cunt. “hm?” he managed to let out but came out a little bit muffled. “Please, w-want more,” satoru backed away—a chuckle escaping him.

“Nuh-uh, wanna have you experience the same feeling i experienced” gojo reattached his mouth to your now see-through panties, he swirled his tongue around your clit before playfully biting on it—which caused you to gasp & tighten your grip on satoru’s hair.

He’s wrapping his lips over your clit once again, feverishly suckling on the swollen flesh. Satoru was tempted to just move your panties to the side and eat you out like a starved man who hadn’t eaten in weeks. The idea was enticing but satoru wasn’t about to give up so easily. Even if he’s currently losing his mind to actually get a taste of your pussy.

“S-Satoru—please, s’close!” satoru’s tongue was dancing over your folds, warping and swiveling the mushy flesh until your legs started to shake you arched your back as loud moans left you, as your hand was still gripping satoru’s locks tightly.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks with your jaw slightly hanging open but no words were escaping your lips, your body spasmed, your grip on satoru’s hair loosened as you held onto the sheets underneath you instead—before you came really hard, drenching your panties even more with your cum.

Satoru was kneading the soft flesh of your thighs as he looked up to you, licking his lips, practically tasting your cum on his tongue already. You swallowed thickly, meeting his intense gaze on you and before you could mutter or say anything— satoru has beat you to it.

“I’m not done with you just yet,” satoru had a shit-eating grin as he moved your panties to the side, revealing the mess that was hidden beneath the thin fabric.

[puthyflapps]

Turning this on its head. Anya has all but given up. She is even thinking of leaving town. Has everything packed in her truck and sets out for the open road. She’ll never feel this way about another woman again.

On the other side of town, Raven’s stops by Luna’s place and sees that she is home, but through the partially open curtains, finds Luna isn’t alone.

The cry from inside comes from Echo. Luna is fucking her. Raven is pissed until her heart remembers Anya, and goes to see her and just misses Anya leaving.

Tragic! Sick! I cry! Lemme make it worse 🫣🤭

Bouncing off of this, what happens if Raven is torn between chasing after Anya and leaving her be? And what happens if she ultimately decides to let her go? Because if Raven stops to think about it all, she’ll know after everything that it isn’t fair to ask Anya to open her heart back up. It’s wrong to ask her to painstakingly piece all the broken shards back together simply because Raven has decided she’s ready now.

So, in the end, Anya will leave, clueless to the battle raging inside Raven. And Raven will let her go, breaking her heart to spare another’s. All the while keeping in mind that old adage about the things one loves coming back to them. A year or so will pass without much fanfare. Raven won’t date anyone, feeling far too sick to her stomach at the prospect of sharing her bed with anyone other than the girl she’s been in love with since adolescence. She’ll continue to work some mindless job in the heart of their sleepy town. Busying herself as much as possible to avoid being swamped with thoughts of the love she missed out on. The leaves will begin to change colors. Shedding their deep green for a more amber-brown shade that reminds her so much of her favorite person’s eyes. Leaving her both happy and sad at the same time. The perfect combination of bitter and sweet.

Occasionally, she’ll hear Lexa mention Anya. It’s never done with any sort of malicious intent. She doesn’t bring the woman up to remind Raven of her failings. It’s nothing more than the casual sharing of information with those whom love her sister. And in this new world that just feels so utterly devoid of all things Anya, Raven lives for these updates. Because while it does pain her to think of the girl, to think of what they could’ve had or what they could’ve been, it also brings her great comfort to be reminded that the other girl is out there. Living. Breathing. Healing.

In those minuscule little moments, she hangs off of Lexa’s every word. A wave of calm washes over her when she hears the simplest of things like:

“Anya sent me a postcard the other day.”

or

“She called this morning…she sounds happy.”

It’s not much. The statements are open-ended and lack great detail, but it’s good enough for Raven. It is enough for Raven because all she’s ever wanted was for Anya to be happy.

And when Anya finally returns home after what has felt like a century apart, and they finally come face to face after all this time, she can tell Anya is happy. It's written all over her. Her happiness is plain to see, and perhaps it has something to do with the woman hanging off her arm. The same woman who is sporting a gorgeous diamond ring on her left hand.