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palmett-hoes · 4 years ago

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what's your take on the foxes mbti?

oh buddy ur never gonna believe this but i wrote a foxes MBTI post YEARS ago

im also not into mbti anymore and haven't been for many years so that post is probably still more accurate and in-depth than what i could give you now. i��m just gonna copy the whole thing but i read it over and it still totally vibes w how i understand the characters, like way more than i was expecting it to. i only made one edit (it’s marked) and it was to add a detail not change anything

i hope you’re really really into mbti otherwise this’ll probably be gobbeldegook

i used to be obessively into mbti so here’s an analysis based on cognitive functions mostly.

SKIP IF YOU WANT. for anyone with no idea how it works, here’s a quick rundown: cognitive functions are about the way people think, process, and prioritize information, not necessarily how they act, though people who think the same way often act the same. the 8 letters that make up a type represent how people process and prioritize internal and external stimuli. every letter actually has an ‘internal’ and 'external’ form so there’s Thinking (internal(ti) and external(te)), Feeling (internal(fi) and external(fe)), Sensing (internal(si) and external(se)), and iNtuition(internal(ni) and external(ne)) t’s always go with a corresponding and opposite f (like ti and fe always go together), same with s’s and n’s (ex: si and ne always go together). a set of t, f, s, and n in a specific order makes an mbti type.

neil: intp (ti ne si fe)

neil has incredible analytical ability although it’s very programmed for survival but he’s also a fast thinker and very quick to adapt to new environments. he also approaches things from original angles that other people dont consider, all that sounds like high ti/ne. the lower functions fit well too. in times of stress, he returns to old habits and falls back on what’s familiar, that’s classic low si. his emotions are also very exterior. he’s bad with other people from lack of exposure, but he’s committed to harmony between those close to him and has an impeccable ability to read the emotional states of others while being completely oblivious of his own, and his sense of self is tied to exterior things like exy, friends, keys, and legal documents (lol) that’s fe

andrew: intj (ni te fi se)

ni is really hard to describe but it has to do with being able to draw conclusions from scattered input, which fits with andrew’s uncanny ability to spot lies and obsession with finding out the truth, especially with high te, which is about spatial order and logic, think of how prioritized he is with the physical order of things: who sits where, who wears what, etc. a lot of people want to make andrew infj i bet as like a “subversive reading” but he’s definitely not. i used to be really close to an infj and they have hyper-empathy, as in she would describe not just caring about other people and being able to read their emotional states but literally feeling the things the people around her felt. this is a common result of the ni/fe combo, and the reason why andrew is definitely not infj. tertiary fi fits very well instead because andrew is deeply attuned to his own inner emotional state. he’s self-confident and doesn’t care about other people’s perception of him, but he’s also very concerned with his own feelings and understanding them, even if they’re repressed. he’s also very aware of his physical surroundings, which plays into his deductive ability, although it’s not his focus. that’s low se

kevin: estj (te si ne fi)

kevin is a classic estj. he’s controlling, demanding, and driven. he tries to control the actions of those around him and gets very distressed when things dont run smoothly, as well as having strong feelings about improving efficiency. high te people make great managers. kevin’s whole story arc is about breaking old habits, which is a very si problem. it has to do with trusting and craving memory and familiarity, and explains kevins need for endless repetition. he’s innovative, though, coming up with new strategies and drills (ne), it’s just based on what’s already familiar, and you can see him spiral into creating all possible worst-case scenarios when he’s stressed (low ne stress reaction, they like to be prepared). finally, he’s a dick, but he cares about other people and wants to improve their lives, as well as being very reliant on other people’s perceptions of him to define his own self-image (low fe)

dan: esfj (fe si ne ti)

dan’s top priority, over everything else, is her team. she wants her team to improve, she wants her team to win, she wants her team to work together. it’s all about the collective. we also see that she’s very open with others and makes a lot of effort to both make new ties and maintain old ones, that’s high fe. she’s sentimental and attached to the past too (si) esp the photo wall, but we also see her very unwilling to let go of the past ie the monsters but eventually willing to change and grow to mend team cohesion (ne). we also see the fight in underlying logic (low ti) with her: she knows the team needs the monsters to cooperate but she cant figure out how to do it

matt: enfj (fe ni se ti)

so enfj’s experience infj hyper-empathy too, but to a slightly lesser extent (primary fe is more group cohesion, secondary fe is more understanding others), and through this we see matt’s easy-going open friendliness and ability to befriend even prickly little neil, because he has an extremely good sense of what other people are feeling and need, it also explains why he doesn’t hold a grudge against the cousins in the same way dan does, because he understands where they were coming from. se is associated with a general boisterousness for life, as it’s about experiencing the world around you, which explains matt’s happy-go-lucky disposition and puppydog behavior. the ti aspects mostly go into supporting fe/ni empathic senses

allison: entj (te ni se fi)

i mean, allison’s controlling, both in that she orders other people around and in that her physical being and space are very planned and organized (her clothes, her hair, her makeup, etc) but at the same time there isn’t much sentimentality to her, like how she doesn’t care when her car was destroyed. she easily replaces things because she cares about the object’s purpose, not its history and that all smacks of high te/ni. and i mean, the se definitely contributes to her love of designer things and killer looks, because she cares about the world immediately around her, and why live if not in luxury? and fi? is there any character more aggressively self-confident than allison reynolds?? going against her parents’ wishes for her takes a really strong, independent sense of self, but we also see the problems that can come from not worrying about other people, in how she starts fights and can be abrasive and catty

renee: infp (fi ne si te)

okay this one was really hard tbh. a list of other considerations: isfp, istp, and infj. it’s very easy to read renee as high fe because she’s kind, but i think it’s a mischaracteration of why she’s kind. it’s not because it comes naturally to her, it’s because it’s a conscious choice that makes her feel better about herself. high fi people often read as fe because they’re so comfortable with themselves and in tune with their own needs that they can then go and provide for others. i associate her religion with ne, because contemplation and acceptance of the divine later in life is a very metaphysical undertaking that undoubtedly requires a lot of abstract thought. renee’s storyline also revolves a lot around using things from her past and putting a conscious effort into leaving things from her past behind (how she still uses the skills she learned from her past in new ways ie sparring with andrew and protecting the upperclassmen v/s how she held on to her knives even when she knew it was detrimental to her moving on) this sounds like si. her protective instincts also feed into the te need for order, but it’s a looser leash than say andrew, as it’s lower on her function stack but still present

nicky: esfp (se fi te ni)

godd nicky is like a prototypical esfp. i mean nicholas “sex, drugs, and parties” hemmick cant be anything but se dominant. nicky is all about living it up and living in the moment. like he’s sporadic and ive seen it lead people to think he could be enfp but he doesn’t think enough about the meaning of things to be ne dominant (like how he makes somewhat predatory jokes and such, he’s all about the here-and-now while ne is about the past and future simultaneously). also he of all characters has incredibly prominent fi, as his whole character is about living unashamedly as himself as a gay man and the immense self-awareness and inner strength it takes not only to come out to unaccepting parents but also to leave and start a new life when they rejected him. however, fi is also indicative of his communication problems with his family, as he’s unable to tell that the cousins are fundamentally different from him in their needs and boundaries, leading him to pushing them, making them uncomfortable, and being unable to help them, because he’s unable to understand them. the rest are much more hidden, but a party boy shopaholic like nicky would probably need some amount of te order in like an organized chaos fashion (and he’s often headcanoned as liking to throw parties) and you do see him become somewhat pushy, even controlling in those scenarios. ni is the hardest but could maybe be seen in how he’s attuned to the cousins reactions for all that he cant predict them/doesn’t do anything on his own part to prevent them (the way he handles andrew is like if someone poked a rattlesnake knowing damn well what it would do and then freaked out when he got bit)

aaron: istj (si te fi ne)

im a little iffy on this one and worry it might be an analysis based on his trauma instead of complimentary to it, but aaron’s arc is about breaking out of his habit of holding on to the past. he refuses to work towards moving on from his mother’s death, refuses to listen to things that contradict his preconceived notions, and refuses to make changes in his life that could improve it. that’s unhealthy si. he’s really a very unhealthy istj, and most of his traits manifest through his unhappiness with his life. take his te. that would imply that he needs control over his surroundings, but aaron is incredibly bitter and unhappy BECAUSE he doesn’t have control of his surroundings. he doesn’t get to make his own choices, he doesn’t get to control his space, and he hates it. his relationship with katelyn is also indicative of being an istj. it’s stable, not a passionate fling, but aaron is mocked for wanting that white picket fence, married with kids in the suburbs kind of life, and his relationship, which is his primary source of happiness, is built on stability, which is a very si thing to do. in terms of fi, it is aaron that ultimately forces change between himself and andrew. he may have been pushed but he ultimately came down to him knowing what made him happy and what made him miserable and acting on that. also, he’s an ornery asshole who clearly doesn’t care what other people think of him. fi. i dont really have anything to say in terms of ne, probably because he’s so unhealthy but also because he’s not too explored. heyy istj’s make great doctors

wymack: isfj (si fe ti ne)

okay this one was genuinely the hardest to decide on but ultimately i came to the conclusion that wymack, much like renee, is such a developed person that he loses many defining traits of the functions, and can be read in many different ways. so: wymack’s primary goal is the safety and betterment of other people (ie his team). he wants to help people overcome their pasts, which is a very atypical approach to si, but is si nonetheless. on a personal level, too, he’s never able to move on from people, and specifically never moved on from kayleigh, continuing their shared dream of an exy team for abused kids long after her death. as ive said before, fe in a secondary position is about deep understanding of other people, and wymack’s ability to understand what other people are struggling through is legendary. the ti mostly serves as support to the fe, serving as the analytical backup in allowing him to understand others. as for ne: he is most definitely an innovator with unusual ideas, or the foxes wouldn’t exist

riko: estp (se ti fe ni)

riko is basically what happens when an estp goes bad down to the core. he’s obsessed with personal glory and immediate self-fulfillment (se) he has no impulse control or fear of consequences. interestingly, high se is often associated with athleticism, because high se people are intensly focused on their surroundings (exy). his ti is also super unhealthy as he gets obsessed with ideas that dont really work with objective reality, like his obsession with ownership and power dynamics despite them not actually being efficient, even backwards. the tertiary fe he uses to manipulate. he doesn’t empathize with others, but he can tell their emotional state and what’s important to them, and uses it to coerce them and destroy their sense of self, like how he knew he could get neil to the nest by threatening andrew. EDIT: /additionally, fe people especially in the lower half of the function stack tend to derive their sense of self from the perceptions of others around them, which riko very much shows in how he needs to be acknowledged as the best and won’t allow any competition for his title, as well as his desperation for acknowledgement from his family/. finally, that ni allowed him to keep multiple plans in place focused on one ultimate goal: getting kevin back. the sheer amount of schemes he sets up in order to fool and push people the way he wants is honestly kinda impressive, but he’s a toxic shithead and im glad he’s rotting. definitely not representative of all estp’s

this is honestly SO funny to read back a few years later bc HOOOOO boy was i way too into this stuff. and this was written a couple years after my Peak MBTI Obsession, which was honestly scary

#txt #the foxes #dan wilds #kevin day #andrew minyard #matt boyd #aaron minyard #allison reynolds #nicky hemmick #renee walker #neil josten #wymack #riko moriyama #my posts #im talkin #ask #anon #anonymous

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gem-quest · 5 years ago

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“There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there, you’ll be free, if you truly wish to be.”  - Pure Imagination

Real Name: Catriona “Cat” Walsh Age: 20 FC: Saoirse Ronan Species & Class: Specter Bard Guild: Moonstone   Description of In-Game Powers: Specters are Gem Quest’s non-corporeal undead player race. They’re notable for only having 9 stats instead of 10, with Strength being omitted from their stat lineup because they literally have no physical bodies. Instead, their Willpower stat serves as their Strength equivalent. This means they have a rechargeable meter of how much they can possibly interact with physical objects before taking a rest or recharging with a spell or potion. Beyond that, Specters are distinguished by their inability to be damaged by non-magical weapons, increased susceptibility to light magic, and inability to be healed via healing potions or traditional physical healing spells (only a period of rest or spells/potions aimed at restoring mental wellness can heal them). The non-magical weapon immunity is amazing lower levels, but it’s not long before everything thrown at you seems to be enchanted or blessed or cursed or whatever. Weirdly enough, as far as the whole “incorporeal being” conceit is taken in other aspects, Specters can indeed take potions, as well as eat and drink. They get decreased buffs from some potions and foods, though. To balance this out, spells that provide small buffs and aren’t explicitly light-aligned are extra effective on them.

There’s a lot of frustration with the class because of its “fake” weapon resistance, since any old dagger with any mild enchantment or magical effect at all on it can hit them. They can’t viably hit physical things in combat without specifically taking Knight, Rogue, Rider, or Mage-Knight as their class. And even then, they’re arguably the weakest race choice in the game for non-magical melee combat. Meanwhile, a lot of physical things and all magic can still hit them very hard very easily.

All of this said, there ARE skills to really like here, too - namely, superb mobility. Specters can pass through physical materials five feet thick or thinner as long as those materials aren’t specifically enchanted to prevent phasing. They float slightly by default and have a rechargeable flight ability that allows them to lift much further off the ground in short bursts. They also have a rechargeable ability (with more uses per charge than flight) that allows them to teleport from where they stand to any spot they can see within 20 feet without a spell as long as they haven’t been hit with an attack in the past 5 seconds. This gives them excellent mobility even in the heat of battle and allows them to have a lot of control over their position and angle. It also means that it’s often smarter for them to worry less about defense than about being hard to hit in the first place.

Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland

Appearance: Ophelia has a Specter’s signature slightly translucent skin, under-saturated color palette, and skirt hem/legs that trail off into mist. Her eyes are a stormy gray, and her wardrobe is almost exclusively black and white. When it comes to fashion, she prefers some of the more dark Victorian-inspired looks in the game as opposed to the high fantasy, renaissance, or medieval looks that a lot of other characters favor. That said, she’s got a pretty extensive and well-curated wardrobe behind her. She considers it highly important that she have at least one appropriate black and white ensemble to wear in each and every level in order to fit in with the theme. That said, she also has her own signature look that she uses as her “default” (the outfit she’s wearing in her pic at the top of her audition - full-body edit to be shared later!). Oh, and she loves gloves and capes. LOVES THEM. And kind of hoards them, tbh.

Places Most Likely to be Found In-Game: Ophelia’s favorite haunt at the moment is the City of Magic in Level 11. It’s the logical home base for a character who’s both a crafting/magical class AND a ghost. There’s a high enough concentration of both useful items and ingredients AND sufficiently gothic-flavored areas and NPCs to suit all her needs, both practical and aesthetic. She’s set up her own little shop in one of the many background spooky haunted house locations within the shadier-looking part of the city, and her Aesthetic demands she sometimes hangs out at the city’s main graveyard.

Beyond that, she can sometimes be found in various libraries and shops across the levels she can access, looking for interesting bits of crafting knowledge, hints of new items she could try cobbling together, and items that she could modify or combine with something to make can even more useful item. She’s also been known to turn up in random wilderness or roadway portions of levels in the first half of the game, foraging for crafting components that grow or randomly generate within those environments.

Current Inventory:

Screaming Lute (x1): Ophelia is very, exceedingly proud of her combat lute. She crafted it herself out of her bardic starter instrument. Specter Bards begin the game with an instrument they are capable of interacting with consistently. Cat has decided that, within Ophelia’s story, this was Ophelia’s lute in life, and it was destroyed shortly before her death as a way of intimidating her. Anyhow, Ophelia has heavily modified her starting weapon to the point that she thinks of it as an entirely new item. It’s covered in strange etched carvings and shifts between glowing with an eerie red light from the inside and constantly trailing wisps of white smoke. She uses it as her primary weapon in the game, as strumming specific notes and chords on the lute lights up some of the etchings and fires off various spells and magical effects and spells Ophelia has been able to learn. The lute downright shrieks whenever she uses it to cast a spell. How does it work, you might ask? That is a very long story, and one I’m saving for another post XD Most of the spells Ophelia has at her disposal are cast through her rune-covered lute and will be catalogued in her lute info.

Whispering Flute (x1): Ophelia likes rhymes and the aesthetics of symmetry. A secondary combat and utility weapon of hers, this is a flute enchanted to fire off up to three charges of Ventium per day, and one charge of Murmurationium per day. A good insurance weapon to sneak into a dangerous social situation, as it’s a perfectly normal and usable flute until she uses it to unleash the fury of the cold cruel winds of death upon you XD

Empty Unbreakable Bottle (x5): Ophelia favors magical items strongly because Specters can interact with non-martial ones automatically, without having to expend any extra effort or have at least X amount of Willpower to do so. Unbreakable Bottles are the cheapest magical container commonly for sale in game that’s capable of reliably holding liquids, so Ophelia likes to store all liquids important to her in them. And she likes to have at least a couple of empty ones on her at all times in case she wants to take a sample of something or otherwise just needs one.

Unbreakable Bottle of Rune Ink (x5): Rune Ink is an item that can be used as permanent and unfading ink that’s nigh impossible to remove or cover up. More importantly, though, it allows a PC with knowledge of the game’s runes, basically a language of magic that appears in a level or two and on some items, to write runic symbols that absorb nearby magical energy and store it within the object with runes written on it.

Enchanted Carving Tools (x1): Basic carving tools, enchanted to be able to create magical items and inscriptions. Ophelia uses them for crafting both magical and non-magical items, since any given item needs to be enchanted for her to be able to actively use it for long stretches of time anyway.

Enchanted Mending Kit (x1): Enchanted mending/tinker’s tools able to repair magical items without damaging their magical properties. Ophelia uses these to repair any repairable item sent her way, for the same reason she also uses enchanted carving tools for everything.

Paxanimi Potion (x3): A potion that mitigates psychic damage or corruption and provides a temporary boost to a player’s Psyche stat. For Ophelia, as a Specter, this is the closest thing she gets to a reliably available health potion.

Psychometry Scroll (x1): Allows caster to make one inquiry about the past of an object or place, then projects a scene or quote from the object’s or place’s history that provides a relevant answer to that question into the caster’s mind. Without crafting very specific questions, the results can often be vague and unhelpful, as the game will take the path of least resistance in providing a vision that meets the requirements of the inquiry.

Ictuium Scroll (x1)

Second Sight Scroll (x1) (Learning)

Assorted Random Crafting Bits and Scraps

She actually has more inventory kept hidden away within her home base rather than coming with her everywhere. Most of it is just more tools and materials and many, many changes of clothes.

“How much does it weigh? Can I touch, smell, and taste it? Can I put it in my inventory? Is it magical? Is it combustible? How many knowledge checks can I roll on it? Does it match my outfit? Can I keep it?” - Catriona, literally every time she sees any new item in D&D

Strongest character trait: Imagination

Strengths: Ophelia is an immensely imaginative and resourceful person who comes to Gem Quest from a background of extensive fiction reading and making famously effective TTRPG characters. It helps that she researched Gem Quest *extensively* before starting and continued to be active in forums and the GQ Wiki right up through getting stuck, along with getting early advice and support from a beta tester acquaintance. Her ideas are typically wildly innovative and a bit risky, but to her credit, they pay off more often than not. She’s slow to trust others with much critical personal information, but pretty open to giving others a chance and to judging people based on her own experience rather than on gossip. Thinking on her feet is second nature to her, and she’s rarely at a loss for ideas. Her devotion to her character and planned story arc have helped her to maintain a degree of focus and stability that’s thus far proven to be her most valuable coping mechanism.

She’s generally friendly and pleasant despite her spooky aesthetic, story, and demeanor, and she will genuinely try to help anyone who asks her for it. In business and in social encounters, Ophelia is considerate, well-mannered, and often downright chatty, though she usually knows to take a hint when people make it clear that they don’t want to talk. She makes and offers a selection of odd but useful items at very fair prices because she’s not here to make a profit - she just needs enough resources to keep going. She’s earned a bit of good will based on that. Her skill in puzzle and strategy-based quests and willingness to dispense hints on the above, along with her crafting, has garnered her a good reputation as a support player and PC shopkeeper within her guild.

Weaknesses: Even knowing that the game is now a matter of life and death, Ophelia still seems to care more about her in-game narrative and goals than practicality, survivability, or winning. A vibrant creative type who wishes no irl harm to anybody, she has a hard time conceiving that even the most blatantly destructive PCs would truly do harm to anyone outside the narrative. She catches most of the references you make and then obnoxiously, steadfastly denies that she has caught them if you inquire, because Star Wars doesn’t exist in the world of Gem Quest and of Ophelia, dammit! While her coping methods might be working for her internally for now, her devotion to staying in-character makes her a bit of an acquired taste. She is very, very particular about sticking to character, even when it’d be more practical and less annoying for her to drop it. She’s been known to make important decisions that risk her safety (and sometimes, indirectly, that of others) in the name of “authenticity” to her character and story plans.

Far, far too curious and adventurous for someone with a Defense stat of 2. She has lots and lots of interesting ideas, all of which she gives equal chance to, plenty of which aren’t good. Just because her creative ideas pay off more often than not doesn’t mean that there aren’t times when they don’t pay off. And when they don’t pay off, they tend to not pay off SPECTACULARLY. Reasonably likely to get herself killed enacting some inventive and exceedingly high-risk scheme to take out a dangerous boss before it can do damage.

For some folks, the mix of creepy aesthetics and backstory and acting choices with effusive goodwill and pleasantness is more off-putting than inviting. Arguably talks too much, especially when she’s nervous or upset. Has a weakness for getting emotionally involved with NPCs, particularly minor NPCs with chains of side quests or that can serve as temporary companions, despite theoretically knowing that they’re just chunks of code. Seems physically incapable of just sitting back and relaxing for a few without having to start some new project or come up with some new big subplot or plan.

Plenty of folks are happy to buy her crafted items, but she has a bad reputation as an active combatant due to a few infamous Incidents. At this point, only the truly uninformed, the truly desperate, the truly experimental, or the truly crazy in Moonstone would willingly party up with her XD

“Death has made me less than kind. And very, very creative with a broken lute, who knew?” - Ophelia

Player Stats: Ophelia’s defensive strategy in combat is just to not be hit at all. Her Defense stat is dangerously low, with any points that could buff it up as she’s gained levels and experience instead going to Agility and Luck. She prefers to draw her “defense” from stats that she can get more versatile use out of. She’s unusually low in Charisma for a Bard and has only enough Willpower to allow her to craft with physical items. She can’t wield non-magical weapons at all. However, she opted to invest a bit more in Psyche than a lot of other players did since a lot of a Specter’s durability lies in their emotional stability. She also has uncommonly high Intelligence, which combines with her Psyche and Luck to equip her well for puzzle-based and strategy-based challenges.

STRENGTH: X

DEFENSE: 2

CHARISMA: 6

PSYCHE: 7

WILLPOWER: 7

CAUTIOUSNESS: 4

AGILITY: 8

ENDURANCE: 5

INTELLIGENCE: 9

LUCK: 8 

Personality: (A lot of this is already in her strengths and weaknesses, so I’m putting a bit of a summary and some extra detail in here.)

She eats fictional media for breakfast, means well, talks a lot and talks often, has an overall spooky quirky nice one vibe (you know the type), fancies herself an actress regardless of the feedback she might receive, will (un)live and die in-character out of a fruity cocktail of artistic integrity and spite, is the Bard equivalent of a TV mad scientist who tends to cause the problem at the start of the episode with an experiment and then solve it in the last 2 minutes with a crazy genius plan that’s then shown to have not *totally* worked in a post-episode stinger, and is too smart for anyone’s good.

Building a clear narrative here helps her bring some degree of organization and order to the wild creative whirlpool that is her brain. She’d never considered herself much of an escapist until she discovered GQ, where she hasn’t escaped from responsibilities and work and struggle so much as she’s found an intoxicating degree of control over what her responsibilities and work and struggle are. She can write a meaningful story here, be its central driving force, have the impact she increasingly feels like she’ll just never be able to have in real life, and stick her epic quest out to a glorious conclusion. Ironically, she’s a weird mix of always needing an outline and a sense of narrative while ALSO constantly bursting with new ideas and clever but risky plans that she takes quite seriously. Cat harbors perpetual mild guilt for feeling so restless and unhappy - after all, she’s lived comfortable life and has a family who loves, and it’s not like people have to like anything she makes or does or says in order for her to have a high quality of life.

“Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.” - James Joyce

Biography: Catriona Walsh was born in Dublin, Ireland to an Irish mother and an American father of Irish descent. The family moved to New York City for her father’s job when she was just 5, but she and her mom remain close with her mom’s side of the family back in Ireland. After 3 years in New York, the family moved to Columbus, Ohio, where Cat spent the rest of her young life, except for summers. Most summers since she was 13, she’s stayed a couple months with an aunt and uncle who own a small tour company in Dublin. From 16 on, she’s been helping with business while there. Now she’s at college in Dublin and working at the company on the weekends, in exchange for staying with her relatives. She’s studying business for her parents and literature for herself.

Cat has always had a great fondness for the tour company, though mostly for the actual tour guide end of it. She’s a natural storyteller and explorer who delights in going off the beaten trail and sharing all she knows about xyz subject with anyone who seems interested. Unfortunately, her improvisational bent has landed her in trouble with her aunt and uncle more than once. There are schedules to keep and itineraries people pay to be taken through, after all. This landed her behind the front desk of the office answering phone calls and administering group ticket sales, which she very nearly hates.

School is hard, especially with her true interest pushed to the side by necessity. Feeling like none of her ideas ever get taken seriously is hard. Making friends that last beyond one semester sharing a class is hard, and as she gets further into her college career, her future looks increasingly stifled and bleak to her. Attempts to get some poetry and original music off the ground haven’t gone anywhere, ending in some spikes of faceless nastiness that prompted her to delete her one YouTube account and take a step back from social media about a year and a half ago. Sure, she knows she’s supposed to have a thicker skin than that if she wants to go anywhere, and she *does* want to go somewhere. But she can’t seem to make her skin much thicker. She wants to argue with her uncle and aunt a bit more, as she increasingly disagrees with them on quite a few things, but they’re both extremely conflict averse, and she can be extremely lacking in tact about things she’s suitably worked up over.

Through it all, she knows full well that so so many people have it worse, and that she has no reason to feel restless and dissatisfied and unhappy. It’s just that she has a hard time connecting with people and feeling heard. She’s not alone, so why is she lonely? Cat takes refuge in being the zany, intensely individualistic artist who’s sometimes worth inviting to a party for the interest value and who surely has friends somewhere - you just haven’t ever met them.

For the past year or so, all the time Cat has for herself and an increasing amount of time that used to go into schoolwork has been split between her long-time refuge in tabletop roleplaying and her new favorite place: Gem Quest. She’s part of two Dungeons & Dragons games currently being run on Roll20 (well, was a part of them, anyway), both of which she plays as a multiclassed build with some degree of casting put together for a mix of strong utility and intricate storytelling. Gem Quest continues a years-long trend of being in love with exactly one fantasy video game at a time and playing it as much as possible, though it’s her first MMORPG.

Catriona researched Gem Quest *extensively* before ever getting it or creating her character. She heard about it from a fellow member of one of her online D&D groups, an avid gamer happened to be a beta tester. Cat was drawn in by the idea of being able to entirely occupy the space of a created hero within a sprawling fantasy setting and be a version of herself designed as a protagonist in a world designed to be impacted by her. She had a cousin who had a VR headset but decided it just wasn’t really his thing, so it wasn’t hard to convince him to let her use it for this. After waiting to see more setting and story info during the early general release and researching everything there was to know about GQ thus far, including via discussion with her beta tester acquaintance, she entered into the game a short while after launch. She’s had time to level up, mostly in being an item crafter and utility character with a surprising capacity to serve as a highly mobile glass canon blaster (and inexhaustible source of very creative and very insane plans) in combat.

She also has a whole, novella-length backstory for her character - a summary of which I will post later! - that she treats as her character bible and guide for all in-game interactions. It’s based on a single image of a skeleton in a black and white dress in some official art of one of the higher levels where there are a lot of scenic skeletons lying around. This is the sort of brain Cat has XD  

Ophelia, as a character, is the ghost of a minor noblewoman and court musician who was betrayed when she starting poking around into the disappearance of her older brother at court. Her desires to find her brother and for vengeance brought her back as a Specter, but she came back a world away from the place she died and has to go on a quest to make it back and finish her story. Cat built the character to be tied to a mid-to-late game puzzle-heavy level so she could have a big climatic Moment there. Then, she’d continue to the end in search of her fictional brother. Ophelia wields a spectral lute as a spellcasting focus and spends a lot of time pursuing leads about both her brother and her murderer (aka quests Cat finds thematically/aesthetically good for Ophelia).

Cat is VERY set on seeing this plot through and being the hero of her story, from start to finish, despite what’s happening with the game now. She does her part to provide puzzle guides and crafting support for those working to beat the game, but she’s not going to rush through her story and suddenly snap back to being poor little ungrateful and inexplicably depressed Cat who has no place in anything and can’t do anyone much good with what she’s got. While she’s in the game, she’s going to be Ophelia. At least Ophelia has a *reason* to be unhappy and restless, a wildly creative and wildly striving brain tied to the world with a few wisps of smoke. And at least Ophelia is good at what she does.

Never mind how much she adored aggressive exploration and creative combat at first. She’s learned well enough that she’s just a liability there, she’s bad at being in a group, and, not so different from real life, she’s at her best when she’s just at the shop counter being support. She’s already been booted from a couple of parties over her crazy plans, play style, and general personality. And there have been more than enough incidents with her pulling something crazy because it was in-character and genuinely seemed like a good solution with the resources given, usually with at least decent results but always with high risk, that no one in the know is willing to party up with her anymore.

She’s kind of stuck either in her shop or going solo. At least she makes good things, though, right? And she’s just taking her plot slow because of she’s savoring and developing her story, not because people don’t really like conquering life beside her out here either, right?

Right?

Relationships: I’m very much open to some plotting and planning with anyone who’d like to try working something out!

In regards to side characters or such of my own, I have some ideas already for this. I’ll fill these in as I finalize my ideas a bit more!

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Let’s Get (Back) Together | l.h. (17)

AU: Parent Trap Dad!Luke

Summary: A strong love which led to a strong marriage and twin daughters. Yet in the end, it didn’t turn out so well. You strongly refuse to encounter him ever again. But what happens when both of you coincidentally send your twin daughters to the same summer camp in Florida after 10 years?

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: ANGST, vices (alcohol and smoking), swearing, verbal fighting, mini but wild SMUT

A/N: In honor of Michael’s birthday week, I present you this. Thank you all for being patient, really. TBH, my birthday was a day after his so instead of receiving gifts, let me give you guys one. Enjoy!

Tag: @valentine-in-my-quinjet

I don’t own Parent Trap and its ideas. It’s only used as inspiration.

Masterlist!! → other parts are there!!

Main Series Playlist

Feedback/Questions/Others? Here.

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2023, Los Angeles

Another day filming stunts is another day to crash in fatigue. Luckily, you trainers were a lot easier on you today. It’s only been 4 months after giving birth, and regaining your old physique is tougher than ever. This upcoming film you’re working on happens to be a spy movie where you play one of the main leads, meaning a lot of jumps and upper body strength to lift yourself up. You’ve gained a few bruises, but it was a part of the job so it’s not too surprising.

Driving home was too physically demanding, so taking a Lyft felt more suitable. Besides, you can fetch your car tomorrow morning when you come back. All you want in the world right now is to spend time with your family within the early hours of the night.

“I’m home!” You gently turned the knob rightwards to open it, revealing a bright lit room and hearing noises on the side.

“Oh no, Peppa is gonna attack!” A male voice squirmed, followed by a chorus of loud giggling. Your heart soared at the moment already without having to see it yet. As soon as you dropped your duffle bag and changed your Nikes to house slippers, you rushed to join them. The sight you were given has to be one of the cutest views ever.

Based on her small bracelet with a letter “R” charm, Rebecca was being tickled by her father on the white carpet while the older twin with her beanie with a printed letter “S” was clutched on Luke’s bicep. The infants giggled, making you adore them more. It lessened the fatigue massively.

“Oh, mommy is here, loves!” The exuberant father exclaims. This was your cue to approach and greet them, give them some kisses too. Kneeling down your daughters’ level, you lifted Stella up first.

“Hello there, Stella!” She squealed excitedly, drooling from the side. Thankfully, none landed on your face before you put her back down and nuzzled her neck with kisses against her onesie.

“Too fucking cute.” Luke cooed at the sight too loudly, and by instinct, you hissed and slapped his shoulder.

“Ow! What was that for?” He winced. One good thing he got out of that was Rebecca, jumping on his lap with her chubby legs, began giggling again. You gave him dagger eyes while Stella rested between your legs, covering her small ears with your hands. “We don’t curse around the twins, love!” You explained, giving him a disappointed pout.

“Oh, I’m sorry, love. Still trying to get used to the whole parenthood thing.” He apologized, crinkling his eyes and giving a careless grin. He isn’t wrong though, even you still are in disbelief that you’re a mom. Like you have mini-versions of you that will soon be running around this halls and driving you mad. But with your husband by your side, nothing is impossible to conquer right?

“Have you eaten?” You inquired after switching babies for you to greet and Luke to play for a bit. Rebecca is a jolly one, her hands moving everywhere but her jumping on your lap is too strongly against your aching thighs.

“Not yet, we wanted to eat with you. Right, Stella?” He replied, his hands cloaking around Stella’s tiny fists. Her tiny, innocent eyes just stared up at her father’s, who was looking at her lovingly.

“Don’t tell me you’re expecting her to talk already. She’s not even a year old!” Your sarcasm piped in, your face snugged Rebecca’s neck from behind. She finally calmed down, thank God.

“She’s a Hemmings, love. Anything is possible!”

“O-kay, then.” You didn’t want to top that, so you just nodded continuously and let him have that. Standing up and carrying Rebecca to the dining room, there was already food served by the help, the butler Mark and the nanny Felicia. You’ve recently hired them from a famous help institute Bryana recommended, and they’ve not disappointed. Never late and they performed well. But when they are at fault, they fully admit it then come back with a better output.

“Good evening, Miss (Y/N). “ They both expressed at the same time. As much as you respect their formality that they were educated to show, there is no need for any hierarchy because they’re like a part of the family too. Almost all the time, you talk to them informally and tell them stories. Slowly, they feel more comfortable and free in the house as they do their job.

“Hello, Felicia and Mark.” You’ve firstly craned down Rebecca on her high chair beside your chair before sitting down. You were deadly starving, but your little one will always be an important priority as her mashed peas meal has been prepared alongside your clean meal of baked chicken and steamed vegetables by Mark. Felicia was concerned since you’ve working hard this whole day, so she discreetly intervened.

“Miss (Y/N), would you like me to take care of Rebecca while you eat? You have had a long day after all.”

Her care is exquisite, it is her job after all. But considering that you have lost time at home, you wanted to spend some mother-bonding time with Rebecca. Besides, Felicia was tedious today and she deserves a breather.

“I’ll be fine, Felicia. Besides, you and Mark deserve the night off! Luke and I can handle things for tonight again.”

Hearing that from you wasn’t uncommon because Mark and Felicia are human just like you and deserve fun in their lives. They aren’t slaves to you unlike other celebrities, and life is too short to waste. Though them hearing that always gets them excited.

“Thank you, Miss (Y/N). Please be careful though with the dishwasher or we don’t want deja-vu to revisit us.” Mark bantered with slight warning, giving you a glass of water. He’s always joking on you, almost like an older brother. Technically, it’s applicable since he’s merely a few years your junior.

“We shall not speak of that ever again. Now, off you go and enjoy yourselves!” With glad smiles, they were off to God knows where from the dining room. Rebecca grew fussy from the conversation she had no idea was about, loudly whining in hunger in her chair. Swiftly, your hands took the tiny bowl of mashed peas from the table, mixing it a bit.

“Oooh, I’m sorry, Becks love. Mommy just wanted your nanny Felicia and butler Mark to have fun for the night. Here you go.” You mimicked the movements of an airplane with your arm, your fingers gripping the spoon. Rebecca calmed down and followed the movements, opening her tiny mouth when you inserted the small spoon inside. With one slurp, she swallowed the meal while you cleaned her up with the excess the side of her lips. She wasn’t a clean eater like her sister, but she has all her life to make it up. This intimate moment was then joined by refreshed-from-the-shower Luke, carrying Stella who also looked fresher than earlier. As he placed her down her high chair only across your seat, he wiped his forehead. What has he done?

“So our little Stella over here decided to pee her diaper right after you left to go here.”

You were chuckling crazily. Luke didn’t enjoy changing diapers even though it is unavoidable because majority of the time, the twins would unexpectedly urinate on his face without warning! As old as the joke between you two is getting, it always gets you in a chuckling fit.

“I see you’ve showered already.”

“It’s been a long day, angel.” He explains then mixes the other bowl of food for Stella, whom he fed it contents peacefully. Her bright blue eyes gleams even more when she eats, just like her father. A food loving duo.

But you were pretty unsatisfied that he did.

“I see, but I wished you waited. For me. – It has been a long day as you said, baby.” Your foot kicks his under the table, giving him a small frown. As mature as you have to be as parents, you are lovers too and it is often irresistible to not have some sexual tension every now and then. Luke got the message, biting his cheek as he watches you put one hand on your cheek and tilting it.

“I can always go for a round two.” He brings his body forward against the table, trying to get as close to you when he can. That was until vocal giggling from Rebecca on your side interrupted the mood, which is inappropriate in many levels. Wanting to know the cause, you tried to look at Rebecca’s perspective by angling to her exact bodily position. She was merely watching Stella from the other side, who was making drool bubbles from her mouth that kept popping over and over again. Thus, the giggling was non-stop.

You thought their presence was cute, but their actions made you them much more adorable.

“Little Stella over here like making bubbles, then Becks by you loves the popping sound.” Luke detected while he wiped the dripping drool on Stella on her chin and feeds her more.

“I agree with you, and that’s something pretty memorable, huh?”

Luke nodded, putting his thinking cap because it is a special moment. Simple as is, he wanted to commemorate it someway for the years to come. “Let’s give them nicknames for them. – Sure, Becks is one, but we should give Stella one for short then another for Becks that would link her to Stella.”

There is no favoritism at all for Becks, but Rebecca may be a mouthful at times so Becks was made. But there is no limits to nicknames, right?

“What do you have in mind, baby?” You questioned, finally diving in your meal because Rebecca was a hungry baby who eats fast.

“Hmmm,” Luke began to feed himself while Stella sucks on her water bottle. “I’m thinking poppet for Becks, because it sounds like pop it aka. pop bubbles and she looks like a doll too. Like look at her!”

You actually did, and ugh, she was so precious. “Smart one, babe! – So speaking of bubbles, Stella made a lot. I think bub for short is perfect.”

“Agreed, angel. And so it’s settled.” He faces his older daughter, whose cheeks were puffy from drinking water. Looking at her with much admiration, he says “Hey Stella. We saw how you were making bubbles awhile ago, so your mum and I want to call you bub as a nickname. Blink if you agree.”

Obviously, she would because blinking is in our nature. After him, it was your turn to talk with the younger, whose tiny eyes were closing down. Based on the clock, it was 9 pm and it’s usually their bedtime.

“Hey Rebecca. I know how sleepy you are, but your dad and I figured that aside from Becks as a nickname, we’ll also call you poppet. Why? You were giggling so much when Stella made those drool bubbles that kept popping. I hope you won’t hate us when you get older.”

“Hey! She won’t!” Luke intervened from the other side. He was already stood up with Stella bub, snoozing on his shoulder. “Bub over here is knocked out.”

Rebecca lost her focus and already slept, signaling you to bring her to her crib. Doing so, you cradled her in your arms as compared to Luke and went to their shared bedroom in the second floor. Laying them down together, the both of you watched them briefly. Everything was too precious to touch. Seeing them in peace was everything.

Luke had his arm around your waist while your head rested on his shoulder as you admired them.

“Sorry, Luke but I think I’m going to pass on that shower.”

2034, Sydney

So last time, you crashed on your bedroom in aggravation because of something Luke must’ve said. But how did that happen?

Let’s take it back after you and Luke bid your twins good night.

At the same time their daughters were voicing out in their deep heart to heart session upstairs, the both of you the rest of the night to catch up on personal endeavors since there has barely any time where it was just the both of you. Not just that, there was also another guest invited to this conversation.

“Wine?”

“Sure.”

You watched Luke brought out a bottle of wine from his wine stash near the refrigerator. It had a padlock, and only he knew the combination. He made his way back to you with two wine glasses dangling on his fingers. Placing them on the countertop, he motioned his hands rightward to pop the cork out the alcohol, which was successful in one try. He begins to pour the red liquid delicately on your glasses, and as he finished, he rose his glass up which led to you to obey his movement.

��Cheers.” Both the ends of your glasses clinked against each other, sipping afterwards the bittersweet taste of the liquor.

“So aside from music, what else have you been up to?” You instigated, forwardly leaning against the counter.

“Well, I’m a man of limited interests, you would know. - But because of Andy, I became interested and taking videos. Mostly on my daily life or anything interesting and funny, pretty much vlogging. - Come.” He directed you to the stairs, bringing along the wine bottle as he was leading the way downstairs where only one door was presented. It was similar to the beach house, except there aren’t any pranks involved. From his back pocket, he got out a key. “Only I have access here.”

Skeptical, you arched a brow. “Are you sure you’re not luring me in some BDSM type of room like 50 shades? I mean, you could get kinky.”

He rolled his eyes, laughing at your comment. How he missed this type of banter. “I’m not that crazy, you know? - You of all people would know. But anyways, just check it out.” Unlocking the door, he switched on the lights to unveil the spacious interior. It was a total man cave. A couch and a widescreen television was placed beside a billiards table. Not only that, there was mini-recording station with different equipment on the side connected to a recording booth with various guitars inside.

“This space is very well designed.”

“Thank you, but give all the credit Eleanor though. Alongside that expertise in photography, she’s great with interior design.” He lets his humility intervene. Touring you around, “Since here’s a mini fridge of other drinks somewhere near the billiards table, and there are sliding doors right on the side if you wanna swim. And speaking of billiards,”

He playfully yanks out for you a billiards stick with a cheeky grin. “Play for old times sake?”

Here he brings up a competition with you, and he smugly knows how competitive you can get. Besides, he’s just maximizing the remaining time he has left with you alone since majority of the time, your twins are within your vicinity. Nothing bad, though alone time brings you two closer again. Less to his awareness, you were actually doing the same, appreciating his banter and moments like this. Just maybe some broken things can be mended again. Accepting the wooden stick and putting down your glass on the side of the table, “You’re on.”

Timely, many cue balls were out, many rounds around the table in order to get those perfect angles and also numerous intake of the wine from the both of you, you swore you almost slipped, but thankfully you gripped on that table tightly.

“Oh shit, you good, (Y/N)?” Luke laughed from the opposite side, his hands placed on the tip of the stick, tilting his head rightwards. He had red cheeks like yours, and his mop of curls were a lot less refined than a while ago.

“Peachy, Luke. I’m going to win this game, and you know it.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try, love.” He tested the waters, sticking his tongue as he was determined for victory. You expressed a pout on your wet lips, but did it stop you? Heck no!

And oh you succeeded, focusing on your angles as you had one cue ball left before victory. Yet it was tricky too since you were tied, as either of you had a single ball left. It was neck-to-neck, driving your competitiveness mad.

“Bring it home, (Y/N).” You whispered to yourself as you closed one eye and making sure your proportions were right. Taking the stick by the side backwards, you stroked hard, watching the mini red ball slowly rolling and nearing one of the holes. “C’mon, c’mon.”

The anticipation was a killer, and Luke was also on the edge of his heels. His thoughts pleaded that this ball doesn’t go in because he was so close to victory, and he has been unlucky these past days. But nonetheless, it was just a game after all. One slow roll remained for the red ball and it shot inside the hole, making you cheer on the top of your lungs.

“Oh fuck yeah! I finally beat a billiards game against you!” You were pumping your fist in the air, and circling the table in celebration. Then, you made a stop at Luke, who just watched you being happy.

“Told you I’d beat you.” You bragged, taking your wine glass and sipping on it, only for Luke to take it away from you momentarily.

“Haven’t you had too much, (Y/N)?”

“I believe not, and trust me, you’re getting just as intoxicated as me.” Well, you weren’t wrong. Luke was getting more giggly than usual, and he was randomly saying things too. You could’ve sworn that he pinched your cheeks after you answered your question, though you didn’t care too much really. What really mattered to you was your win.

As you regained your wine glass from his sweaty palms, you pranced your way to his couch, where a wide-screen television laid not so far away when you recalled a previous topic.

“So, Mr. Hemmings. You told me that you filmed videos these past years, so how about you show me some of them?” You asked curiously, patting a free spot on the couch for him to accept so he would showcase his non-musical works. Actually, you caught on his interest in filming, though it was only limited to his phone camera back then. But after seeing his different cameras on display, you’re bound to uncover something relatively new about him. When he took the spot you offered him, fidgeting as he adjusts, the remote control that rested on the coffee table was upon his grasp. Activating the television, he scrolled up and down through different folders that contained numerous video clips, and as much as he would love to show all thousands of them, he’d prefer to present you the compiled ones of his and Becks’ life these past years.

“I remember how gutted you were that you’ve missed out on many milestones, so here are different mini films I’ve created recently. Well, with the help of Andy in the earlier ones.”

They were labeled simply, like “Rebecca’s First Football Game”, “Rebecca’s First Day at Primary School”, “Becks’ First Time on Tour”, and “Halloween 2030”.

You clicked on the latter, and the first second was Luke putting on a black mask on his face, and judging on the overall black outfit with a golden belt on his waist, it was obvious he was Batman. You knew how extra he could be on Halloween. Heck, you used to match with him every year before! You already were secretly gawking at his figure, though when the next frame was presented, it was a younger girl, who was easily identified to be one of the infamous villains of the hero. With pale powder blended on her face with red lipstick smudged beyond the ends of her lips, she expressed an “evil frown”. But she only ended up looking more adorable, and who else could it be?

“Poppet!” A familiar voice from the background shouting, but because it was quite loud, it could only be from the cameraman, and that would be Luke. “Say a famous tagline.”

Her blue eyes deadly narrowed at the lens, looking like she was directly eyeing the camera. “Why so serious?” Ironically, her pouty voice made it seem less serious than she wanted, leaving Luke in a fit of chuckles for his little girl.

The next few scenes were them trick or treating along their neighborhood, capturing every reaction of their neighbors when Rebecca would say “Why so serious?”. Some pretended to be scared, while others giggled at who well she played her character.

“Get her into acting, she’ll be amazing at it.” An elderly woman advised, handing candy to the little girl who beamed with joy.

“I kept that mind actually.” Luke comments whilst watching before he turned his face to you. “One skill of yours must be enhanced, so I brought her to an after-school acting program not so far from here.”

With flattery comes with pride. Despite not being there physically, a portion of your influence already flowed her veins without any idea of who you were then. “Did she enjoy it?”

“Enjoy? Hell, she loved everything about it, aside from music. - She had a play recently, let me find it first.” He regained the remote control from his side, pressing on the arrow down button, his eyes focused deeply on the screen and nose crinkling attentively. But his drive was disrupted by his phone ringing on the table, and a single glance of the caller id concluded his initial search.

“Important caller?” You asked politely as he picks it up. He grimaced in approval.

“It’s Ash. I’m betting it has to do with the upcoming album.” He stressed, not liking how this man intruded a very important session.

“Take the call then. I’ll look for the video myself.” You reassured, understanding how busy he could be.

“Are you sure? I mean just let me at least find the video for you.” He tried to compromise, except now you snatched the remote control so he can prioritize Ashton’s emergency needs.

“I’ll be fine, Luke. Now don’t leave Ash hanging!” You reminded him again. All you wanted was to wind down and savor moments you can receive tonight. Besides, you knew how his advanced television worked anyways.

He knew you were right, and because he didn’t want to start an argument, he accepted the call and excused himself from your presence before he stepped outside to the pool area to get better reception. “Hey Ash.”

“Hey, Luke. May I ask what you’re up to today?”

“Chilling with the family and all. Why?” He grew suspicious because of all the times he could’ve contacted, it was right now.

“Hmm, the twins are with you, huh? Funny, because Scarlett is on video call with your twins right one, wherein I’m implying that you’re with a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) as if everything’s okay.”

Caught red-handed. “Ash-”

“Luke, you need to tell her, or someone else will.”

“You wouldn’t.”

By the urgency of his voice negotiating with Ashton as you heard it from the minimal gap of the glass doors, it had to be very important and wishing too that it wasn’t serious. Stress on Luke was a terrible combination, and hopefully it wouldn’t ruin the mood. But regardless, you didn’t want to snitch on his private conversation, leaving you in control of the television, excited to see that play of Becks. Though that was your main focus, scrolling the numerous mini films of Luke showing Becks’ milestones made you want to watch every single one of them. You cared less if you’d stay all night. This was the closest you could be to being there for Becks in the missing years.

Down and down you searched for that specific mini film, wherein you were assuming its name was “Becks’ first play” because most of the videos had that word and you didn’t get to ask Luke beforehand, one mini film stood out from the bunch due to its title and thumbnail.

Title: europe and her.

There was uncertainty whether you were meant to see it, but it’s too late to undo that thumbnail image because it differed from the rest. It was the backside of a woman looking across the river at the ledge of a bridge, her hair flowing freely on her shoulders with a beret. The backside of woman looked familiar, in which it took less than a minute to process that it happened to be yours. With that said, you needed to press play, and when you did, all nostalgia came hitting you hard like a boxer hitting your face

“Love, look back!” A husky voice in the background called your attention there, making your body pivot around to the source.

“Crap, I wasn’t ready, Luke!” You from the video squealed at the sight of the lens zooming on your face, covering it with your hands as protection.

Based on the setting and format of that clip, the camera used surely belonged to Andy and it was during one of the tours of the band. You were fresh out of university, officially joining the class of the funemployed people! Sarcastically speaking, job searching in the film business that time hasn’t been the best. So to relieve you, Luke brought you along on another tour. Though this time, it was not just the North American leg, but the European, Asian and Australian legs too. That same clip was from Paris, the first European city you’ve stepped foot on and you were smitten.

It transitioned to another clip, which now differed in location and focal point. It was your hand from behind holding his whilst you were strolling around the gardens of Versailles. Now, he was the one filming. It was a great day, you recalled. Being able to immerse yourself easily in conversations with the locals, then translating for Luke.

The other clips were a mix of Andy and Luke’s, seeing a variety of filters and doing funny and mellow things in different countries, yet keeping the main theme consistent. And what was it?

Love.

The next clip that was projected was at an arcade in Spain since the words and instructions inside were in Spanish. The colorful lights were quite turbulent, and messy, playful sounds in the background that had the volume on high. It was you watching Luke in the frame playing an old-style version of Pacman, meaning Andy had to be the one capturing. Calum and Ashton made a short cameo, explaining the gist behind your frame.

“So those loser lovebirds over there made a bet.” Ashton began, placing his elbow above Calum’s leather covered shoulder.

Calum picked up from where Ashton ended. “They’re currently playing best out of 3, and both won one round. So whoever loses, the winner posts an embarrassing meme-worthy selfie of the loser on the loser’s twitter. – Shift back to the lovebirds!”

He made a “swoosh” sound, his finger pointing upwards as a transition, which worked because the focus returned to the both of you around the game machine. Luke just explained his overall score, boasting that he was currently in the lead, but you still had a chance to change the game. Gripping on the controller and tapping on the buttons to avoid getting caught by the evil ghosts, your forehead was sweating and nothing could distract you. Luke tried to by tickling your sides, but you always ended up kicking his shin numerously with your vans-covered foot because he was trying to cheat.

“Knock it off, Luke!” The competitiveness in your now-low pitched voice erupted, not moving your eyes even by an itch to keep a close eye on Pacman on the screen. 10 minutes in, and you were a hundred points before breaking Luke’s score and he was petrified on how well you were doing. You had some tricks up your sleeve that you’ve never told him about since this game was a childhood pastime of yours.

“Shit, no!!” He screamed when your current score beat his overall, getting him to jump all over the place and run away from the sight of the camera. Ashton and Calum were praising your victory, high-fiving after you finished and laughing because they knew how petty you could get, so posting this meme-worthy photo is their entertainment of the night.

“Luke, get your ass back here!” You shouted, biting your tongue on the side. Michael, who was initially cozying up to Crystal in a zombie-killing game with their toy guns, found the younger male hiding behind their game machine, so he was kind enough to drag his ass back by the shirt to you.

“Good luck, mate.” He wished, laughing at his loss before getting back to Crystal as he dropped off your then loser boyfriend. Smirking at him, you put your palm up.

“Your phone please, babe.”

Luke always liked a compromise before giving in. So once he puts out his phone from his front pocket up, teasingly claws it down to your palm, he lifted it back up. Annoyed, you jumped up and down to catch it, but he kept raising it higher.

“No fair!” You complained, ceasing your actions and crossed your arms. It sucked to know that he hates losing, but you were both alike in that aspect. With this, it’s as if he wants something before he caved in, so you asked, “What do you want, love?”

Leaning down his head to yours, his lips were already ghosting over yours. With his warm breath fanning, “Kiss me first.”

Fucking tease, that’s what he is.

“Don’t twist the forfeit, babe. You just hate admitting your defeat.” He mimicked your smirk, licking his upper lip to get you even more worked up.

“Oh come on, it won’t hurt to give one. Besides, you’ll be ruining my dignity in a few minutes, so a kiss would really strengthen me when fans roast me.” His sweaty palm snaked through the curves of your butt, giving it a squeeze that isn’t shown. Instead, the reaction to it was through the widening of your eyes in the frame. If you retaliate through your words, he will find a way to top it off. Thus, you had to change your methods if you wanted to get his phone, and boy, changing the plan was faster than you expected. Not letting down your smirk, you agreed to his terms.

“Okay then, Luke.” Without warning, you powerfully took over by crashing your lips instantly on his, entangling your arms around his neck and bringing him closer. Luke was taken by surprise, not used to you giving in so easily based on how stubborn you are. Nonetheless, he enjoyed it and was easily consumed by your dominance, wrapping one arm around your waist and lowered your body a bit like in the movies. Because you were both being filmed, the restriction of using tongue was there, solely your lips were moving. Luke was softly engrossed, only having you on his mind, which was where you wanted him.

Since he still had his free hand with his phone put on this side, you sensually slid one hand down through his body so he wouldn’t get suspicious and only get him more worked up. Win-win really. Feeling the tip of the gadget, you tightly yanked it out of his hand and made a run for it.

“Run, (Y/N)! Run!” Ashton cheered you on as you tried to find an empty spot to expose the poor boy, holding back Luke from chasing after you with Calum. Luke was still in shock, surprisingly impressed with your cunning ways.

“Hope you love getting roasted again, mate!” Calum joked.

After that line, the scene was changed. It was no longer a crazy lit place, but instead it was a warm, sunlight one where it was Luke’s back on focus. He was still peacefully sleeping while you straddled his back. From here, it was actually you filming, and you grinned at the memory.

That was set in Berlin, after a concert and got hammered at one of the pubs the boys and you went to wind down. It was also post-drunk sex, one of the roughest nights in your relationship. Mindlessly trailing your neck and collarbones, you looked back on wobbly your steps were when you explored the city that morning and how dark those hickies he left that was a huge struggle to cover up with concealer and color correctors, which resulted in wearing a turtleneck for the next few days. Out of nowhere, there was an unconscious desire you’ve developed that craved Luke’s lips to mark you down that way again. Let him reclaim what’s his.

This was probably from the alcohol that’s messing with your mind. But then again, doesn’t intoxication confront your sober thoughts?

“Not again, (Y/N). Stop.” You mildly slapped your face and returned your regard to the screen, where now, Luke has woken up. His bed hair flew all over his face, and fuck, his pecks and collarbones were just as bad as yours.

“Holy shit.” You gasped loudly whilst shakily holding the camera. Not only were you in awe at his physique, but feared at how much trouble he’ll face, alongside the other boys’ teasing.

“How bad is it?” He asked innocently and groggily, brushing his locks. With the sunlight, it emphasized one side of his face and its beauty.

“Damn.” Your current self was amazed, biting your lower lip. Comparing to then and now, Luke has aged well. Sure, some wrinkles and a bit of white hair are there but he still looked so ethereal.

The scene right now is a shirtless Luke looking at himself in the mirror, groaning at the severity of the hickies from last night. Expecting a mad remark, he continued on and instead, tackling your body again where he was hovering over you. Still holding the camera up his face,

“Aren’t you so needy?” He rasped before lowering down, then hearing his lips smacking against the bottom of your ear. Also known as your weakest spot.

“Luke, shit.” You moaned softly. Then Luke lifted himself back up, grabbing the camera from you and making you the new focus. You were only in a bralette and your sleeping shorts, where the marks were as prominent and scattered as you remembered. Somehow, you’ve missed that kind of action. Timmy couldn’t match up.

“Look at you, such a mess for me.” His fingers ran down until above the part where you then needed him most. “But a mess that I love so much.”

“Luke, do something.” You watched yourself squirm right before that same free hand tightened on your hip.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. – I always do.” He purred. The camera’s view lowered and only seeing white, which is from the bed sheets.

More lips smacking echoed and quick rustling from the sheets, you were getting so turned on by the past. Was there a doubt there? None. Your panties were dampening by the sound of his raspy moans, remembering how you willing allowed him to conquer the free spots of you in every possible.

“Damn, (Y/N). I love you so much.”

“God, I love you so much too, Luke.”

The temptation of touching yourself repeatedly haunted you, like a mini devil was urging you to just let your fingers swipe just a little bit. If he can’t satisfy you anymore, why can’t you? But wait, have you grown willing again to him? Like are you actually considering Timothee’s advice and reevaluate yourself after turning it down bluntly? Look at you, crazily pondering on the only man you’ve ever loved and the things he did to please you, getting you to open up to the opportunity on a second chance.

Just when you were on the starting point of re-evaluaton, that short, ungodly clip was gladly changed to an innocent one.

Gladly, really (Y/N)?

This time, it was Andy filming again. Based on the dialogue in the background and wide mouth of the area, the location is now in Verona, Italy. Fans chanting for the band in Italian are clearly heard from the outside, but the main audio was then exchanged to Luke playing on the guitar, building up to the main verse.

“… Darling, all of my wrongs, they lead me right to me wrapped in your arms, I swear I'd die…”

The fans grew hype, screaming in excitement as their favorite lead man was warming up for tonight’s show and even singing along to him. Yet what they didn’t know was that from the inside, this lead man was also serenading to you, stood happily in the empty mosh pit near the barricades. Hiding your blushing cheeks wasn’t too easy, especially with Andy zooming in and out your face with his camera.

“Andy!” You covered your face as the filmmaker chuckled, switching his focus to the lead man who was on his knees right near your face. Passionately brushing his instrument to get the best sounds, he sang and nearing your face while at it. Once the last chords were performed, he dipped down to leave a kiss while you were ready to receive it, clutching on the metal barricades.

To your dismay, it was rudely ruined when a gush of water spilled down on the tops of your heads.

“God damn!” You repelled away, jumping from the barricades and shaking your entire body as a drying mechanism.

“Calum Hood!” Luke called out the Kiwi, who was responsible for the intimate intrusion. The latter ran to one of the wings, yet he showed himself without fright when he was summoned.

“What, mate? Your PDA has too much for today. – Erase that, the entire European leg alone!”

The mini film is 7 minutes long, and you aren’t even halfway done. But crap, it’s gotten difficult to stop viewing it because the essence of reminiscing the simpler days with him sparked your curious mind, uncovering these mostly unseen footage just as you’ve found yourself in a more complicated situation with your feelings. Not just that, you’ve actually enjoyed watching it.

In fact, it made you miss him more. Okay, knock it off, intoxication.

However still, was it intended for you to find or was it a coincidence?

“Oh, fuck.” The film showing was paused snappishly when Luke arrived back to the man cave, in disbelief and stressed that this hidden gem unveiled. Already Ashton was biting from behind, and now out of all the films and other unedited videos that you could’ve played, that specific one just popped out of nowhere. How far have you scrolled down? It was an old project he created out of reminiscence during the early years of post-divorce. It served as a coping mechanism at first so he could get over you. But mid-project, he quit because it made him sadder to recall numerously in different clips that he had lost you.

Your back was still turned against him, deep breathing from agitation. There was no way you can cover this up. But eventually, you’ve come to your senses.

You needed to face this head on because you’ve had already enough of hiding.

“Why Sierra, Luke? – Tell me!” Your frustration took over, alongside heartbreak.

He stiffened, dreading that topic after Ashton. He wants to cover everything up, but that would reverting back to secrecy and lack of trust. So he mustered himself up, braving himself of his next words and making sure not to mess up. “Well, she got me back on my feet after the divorce, and helped in every songwriting process for inspiration. She gave me happiness in and out of work and also someone I could trust, or so I thought.”

The idea of Sierra giving Luke so-called happiness is sickening, but you continued on listening. This is applicable to Luke, his stomach felt troubled as he spoke of the horrid woman that ruined his life.

But wait, the last sentence got your attention.

“Or so you thought? What do you mean?” It was all too like Timmy from the café, where he expressed his uncertainty. And now Luke had that too.

Here goes nothing, Luke.

“Because ... Because she was liable of making up the rumors from the different gossip magazines and blogs.”

An answer you never expected. Your body felt paralyzed, your lungs being pushed down hard so you couldn’t breathe.

“W-What?” Almost like you were drowning in water, an ocean of raging emotions that wanted to lash out. Luke saw it through your fiery eyes.

“That bitch! I’m gonna kill her!” You belted, all the effects of your continuous wine drinking kicking in. You wanted to pounce out the room through the wide doors and find the woman, except Luke blocked you with his figure. Restraining on to your wrists, you shook them frantically so he would let them go. But he didn’t.

“Luke, let me go! Please!” You begged painfully and repetitively, hoping for some kind of mercy and allowance. He still wasn’t complying, aware that your vengeance wouldn’t result well and make things work. Put into perspective, he was just as pained as you were when he maintained a straight face. Similar to a soldier. Revenge in any way is a satisfying idea, but you both aren’t low as her. Instead of violent means, he tugged you in for a hug.

With pain, sadness lies in the backseat. Now, it takes the lead where its extra friend named devastation is sharing its position. Luke drops his grip and wraps his arms on your sides, remaining silent. Rather than whining for mercy, you uncontrollably let out loud whimpers and crying relentlessly. Watery tears followed, and no longer was it a surprise. It has almost become a habit after all the news dropping, and it frightened you that this may not be the last. “She took away Rebecca from me and ruined my sanity. But most of all-”

“(Y/N), please stop.” He ordered, being reminded of that has left him scarred.

“She made me lose you.” This was your chance to admit everything, ridding the burden. “All because-”

Suddenly, Luke pushed you off his arms harshly, still keeping his stiffness.

“What the fuck, Luke?”

He was getting encapsulated into his feelings, almost getting a shed of tears. But frankly, he felt angrier than sadder. Not just at Sierra, but at you. Imagine the biggest information of your life has been hidden behind your back. Well, there was Sierra who spat it at him, which was as worse as her sneaky slander. The opportunity from the beach house was there, so she took advantage of it, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I know about the feud you both had.”

Just when you thought you could beat him to telling that, you were wrong. Speechless, that’s what you were.

“Why didn’t you tell me about it, huh? You never warned me how bad she was behind my back!” He blamed, sounding as intoxicated as you with his slurs.

“Because she was a close friend, a great artist too! I couldn’t allow myself to be a friend-wrecker, and if I said anything, she could’ve ruined your career! – I’d rather let her beat me than have you hurt!”

“(Y/N), having you hurt fucking hurts me too! You thought for me in advance, which led to leaving secrets because you never gave me a chance to leave an opinion!” He combusted like wildfire. “Shit, we would’ve never divorced if you told me!”

“But here we are, already divorced and fighting like a decade ago.”

He scoffed at your snarky remark. “Fuck (Y/N), if you really loved and trusted me then, Sierra and her evil acts were already out of the photo. But no, you chose secrecy and that is just too selfish of you!”

He was actually right. You had a choice that night you met Sierra, yet you chickened out and took the fall. But either way, you were going to lose Luke. Having nothing else to say, the room grew too stuffy and less oxygen was entering your body.

“I was just trying to p-protect you.” You stuttered while your anxiety was taking over, making you need to leave the negativity.

“(Y/N), wait!” Luke chases after you after you ran away in shock. You were in disbelief, lacking oxygen in your lungs at the bomb Luke has just dropped. Nothing could stop your pace as you dangerously leaped the slippery steps.

Blasting open the door of the guest room, you loudly locked it shut before jumping on the bed with your raging emotions. Screaming against your pillow, a waterfall of tears were released. Only this time, it was the peak of your pain. You hiccupped more than usual and screamed until your throat became dry. Not so long later, soft knocks crept in when you removed the pillow on top of your head.

“(Y/N), please let’s talk.”

“Leave me alone.” You shouted back, too hurt to face him and full of anger in your heart.

“Please open the door. I’m begging you.” Luke kneeled against the door, pleading to explain.

“Just go away, Luke.”

----

Space.

Luke did as he was told, especially since he put another round of stress on your shoulders once more, like it would never end.

He also felt too compressed from all that negativity and hated bringing his anger on you, so he stood up to the pool area for fresh air. He dipped his toes at the edge of the pool, and having his e-cigarette on his pocket, he brought it out and huffed to receive the aromatic smoke. He opened up a Corona to keep up with his intoxication, just wanting to numb everything out. Though he kept his eyes on the sky, appreciating how the stars still shined so brightly despite all that darkness. Coincidentally, he could relate that to his life, only now nothing is shining. Your mending relationship with him could be deteriorating again, but it would be much worse.

Sulking on the bed, you despised life even more. Letting go of Timmy took a hard toll, then discovering Sierra’s psychotic acts? More anger was just begging to be released, but that was too selfish of you. You always thought of others, and it should remain that way. Also, it’s toxic if you don’t take care of yourself too. But Luke was right in terms of keeping your feud a secret, and you were still beating yourself up for it. Great thing you had snuck in a tiny bottle of vodka from Timothee’s hotel room so you could get even more drunk, just like Luke. Then again, if neither of you spoke tonight after such dropping of bad news, you’ve risked everything you and he developed these past weeks and not only would you let each other down, but your daughters would be affected much more. Thus like with Timothee, diplomacy is key.

Getting up on your feet and wrapping yourself back in your cardigan, you quietly joined Luke on his smoking session in the pool. Sitting down in utter silence was intense, not really knowing what to say yet after spitting all those insults. It’s as if anything you say or do is a risk you’re not willing to take. From his peripheral vision, Luke would’ve never expected you to join him especially since the news held up lifelong trauma. He is reunited with the dullness of your eyes, no longer as excited when you were watching those mini films and touring his man cave. The last time he encountered them was finalizing that divorce, and though telling you about Sierra the right thing, the consequences that went along weren’t things he wanted to witness. Fuck, thinking this way is worth a smoke, or two.

“Mind if I take a whiff?” You pitched in, mindlessly enjoying the strawberry aroma that went along. If it helped, it took one percent off your agony. Luke didn’t hesitate, handing it to you as he continued admiring the sky. All the endless amount of stars, but it was unlike his mind that only had limited questions for you. He was interrogated by you out of the blue, now why shouldn’t he receive closure too despite the risk of another argument? Might as well get these questions out before it’s too late, right?

Oh, it could go numerous ways.

As you puffed out smoke from your lungs, feeling its temporary and unhealthy relief, alarm shocks your ears by the words that left Luke’s mouth. “Why Timothee?”

Karma was a recurring guest in this pretend drama series that happens to be your lives, and having no response would be unfair on his part. But just as things were patching up, now another nuisance will knock it back down? Regardless, honesty remains to be the best policy.

“He was one of the first people I contacted after the divorce, and he’s been my rock ever since. Then these romantic feelings crept in this year, and we figured that we should cave in to it because it would be a waste if we didn’t. I can never deny that he made me happy. – Except,”

Now that was a preposition Luke didn’t expect for you to say. It automatically negates your statement, which made him somehow more interested of what you’re going to say next. “Except what?”

“Except that he cheated because he’s still in love with his ex, Maika.” Blunt yet heart-wrenching, you exhaled the sweet smoke from your chapped lips. All that red wine craved for control, getting access to your deepest thoughts that are only secrets within yourself. It eventually took over your broken state, and it managed to make you release another detail.

“We broke up, Luke.”

With that and also mentioning cheating, he sensed his nerves fuming with anger and tightening his fists that have balled up. He was already so glad at the chance of love and happiness you’ve received even if it wasn’t him anymore. Or was he? Nevertheless, cheating was beyond wrong and worse than Timmy confronting her true emotions. The saddest part was that either way, you were going to hurt even you tried to numb it out with his e-cig. He wouldn’t be too oblivious to observe that you kept inhaling and releasing smoke consistently because normally from the past decade, you would take breaks in between since the liquid inside would be too sweet and sensitive to your throat.

“Fucking shit!” He growled, almost splashing water when he pushed away from the pool.

“Luke, please. Not ag-”

“He cheated nonetheless, (Y/N). You don’t deserve that!” He sobbed, quickly crying after because he hated that you were in emotionally suffering, and that you shielded it from him. “How can you even tolerate it? All I wanted for you is to happiness, even if-”

“Even if what, Luke?” You attempted to comfort him, rubbing his back and massaging his bare thigh with your delicate hand. The latter served as an old habit of comfort when he went through hard times. You barely saw him cry, thus this made everything feel more raw and downcast. In fact, there was only one time you vividly remembered where he shamelessly did cry in front of you.

You leaving your old shared house in LA after signing those divorce papers.

Luke, as a whole, despised feeling weak and vulnerable, especially if it’s just you. You needed someone who was strong to handle hatred and prejudice, and he couldn’t fulfill that. Why do you think he let you go?

“Even if it wasn’t me who could give it to you.”

“Hey, that’s not true!” Giving him a light spank, you couldn’t believe this nonsense. How dare he said that about himself? “These past weeks, I got to witness a decade worth of fatherhood from you. I saw how you boosted Stella’s self-esteem before the premiere, and joke around with Becks back when we strolled around town. - Seeing them happy makes me happy.”

Tonight’s moonlight glowed over your visage, almost like a spotlight. Undoubtedly, Luke couldn’t restrict from looking away with this close up view of you. Your orbs were gleaming, losing its emotional redness whilst your face grew less puffy, as well as the tears from earlier have fully dried off. Your lips curved into a half grin rightwards, which was a feature of yours he remembered that meant that you were hopeful, content even. On your part, you were contented because his fatherly actions and mannerisms are manifested through Rebecca, who’s been a great daughter despite your absence. Since you’ve shared that, it was a paving way to the journey to the diminishing secrecy between you both.

Continuing on with spreading positivity, your hand moved to his face wherein now, it was you that would wipe his tears. Because you felt a lot stronger, you must pass it on. “Luke, you have matured so much compared to a decade ago. Younger us were a total mess. - Yes, you have your mistakes, but we are human after all. I do hope you credit yourself for all the joy you’ve given our girls, friends. Me included too.”

There was a sense of security that resparked something in Luke, especially when he fixated his eyes on yours. Fuck, you were so beautiful when you spoke and gave him a caring look. He knew he was still intoxicated alcohol-wise, but also towards you. He wants to hold back again, but his mouth said otherwise.

His numb heart was finally taking over after the terror reign of his reluctant mind.

“That is happiness, yes. - But not the one I’m referring to.”

((mood music))

He boldly bolted forward, topping your hand with his. Your foreheads were centimeters from touching, and your breath hitched. You were already too sober to know that this was actually happening, which it makes it scarier. As he left you hanging on his open sentence, you still had the nerve to ask,

“Then what kind of happiness is it?” You surprised yourself more by scooching closer to his side due to your intense interest, having your foreheads clash together accidentally. Or was it? The long glare he expressed with this blue eyes weakened you, feeling the familiar tension from nights before, only stronger now that both of your lips were merely touching.

“You h-haven’t answered me, Luke.”

You were driving him crazy, and those last words you said while having the desire in your eyes to kill the tension broke his sanity.

He needed you.

“Fuck it.” He cups your face and brings you in closer to shut you up, clashing in for a heated kiss. It alarmed you in an instant, not expecting such a response. Once Luke came to his senses on what he was stupidly [m6] doing rather than enjoy it selfishly, he pulled back in disbelief. You remained wide-eyed and frozen.

“Holy shit, (Y/N)! I’m so sorry, I-I shouldn’t have-”

But Luke, what was there to be sorry for? That moment was nothing but spectacular, and you were over being in denial.

You simply cut him off in a matter of seconds and pressed your lips back on his. Its familiarity softened you as it made you feel more comfortable. From his thighs, your hands landed on his broad shoulders so you get to tilt your head in a different angle, relishing every bit of this intimacy.

He took you by the waist, placing you on his lap. You wasted no time to straddle his waist as your legs were entangled, not planning to pull away anytime. His hands roamed everywhere from your waist to your jaw, growling in appreciation in every passionate kiss. Your mouth allowed his tongue access and also felt his teeth bite your lower lip, just like how you always wanted.

It was like you were in your twenties again.

All this deprivation bottled up has been unleashed, and the desire has increased to it maximum. Because not all of it can be satisfied in the poolside.

You grew handsy, greedily going under his shirt to feel him. His structure was still so fit as you trailed your finger up his abdomen and chest. While his lips moved to work on your neck, suckling the life out of your flesh which will leave dark marks tomorrow, you were still whining for more when you grinded against him. Especially his crotch.

Luke got the message, craving just as much as you. “Bedroom?”

“Yes.” You said breathlessly, your eyes still closed due to the pleasure. But only did they open when he removed your from his lap and placed you on the pavement beside him. He already stood up, reaching for your hand. As you accepted it, he threaded his fingers around yours and made a run for it back to the house. The race filled with drunk adrenaline and enthusiasm made you rekindle all those romantic years, giggling with your giddy bones eager for what happens next. As you reached to the end of the hallway, where Luke’s room was located, he slightly unlocked his door. Creaking open, he surprisingly lifted you by the thighs. You gasped, still amazed at how a familiar action still felt like the first time. It wasn’t long that your lips were parted when a pair of alcohol dripping ones returned against yours, cutting you off completely. Your hands cupped his jaw while he kicked the door wide open then closed it with your body loudly.

He always loved taking you against the door, loving the compression of your body against his.

“Fuck,” You cussed with mixed emotions; pleasure and nervousness. “You’ll wake the girls.”

Still kissing in between, he chuckled, hiking you up higher against the wooden door. “Every room in this house is soundproof. Be as loud as you want, love.”

His raspy voice when he’s drunk was no exception into the prevention of the dampening of your panties. It just made it worse, especially when he called you that old pet name. But in a different sense this time. He changed this focal point, his lips brushing against your neck this time and suckling its tight flesh. You threw your head against the door, tightly gripping on his top and groaning. His hands weren’t stay put any longer. One of them hiked up under your cotton shirt, and upon feeling the clasps of your strapless brassiere, he unhooked it in one try. The material dropped the floor, and that same hand still under moved to your front torso. He squeezed your right breast, toying with your nipple to get you more riled up.

“God, just skip the foreplay, Luke.” You ordered, in need. It didn’t take 5 seconds for Luke to obey, carrying your body and laying it down gently like an angel.

Because fuck, you are one. Having you underneath him, writhing for his touch, he has longed for this for too long. He would have never known he’d get the chance again, but with your consent, it’s coming through. Yet at the same time, he wanted it to be worthwhile. Lord knows when this can happen again, or if it is ever happening again. Intoxication makes you do daring things, but this has to be the ultimate one.

He removed his shirt and kicked his slippers off, throwing it wherever on the floor. The recent pictures online of his figure weren’t lying, still being fit as ever. Your jaw dropped, and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. From the bed, you tried to unzip the tight denim shorts, squirming underneath. But Luke beat you to it, where his large hands on its denim edges and leaving your hips to lift up so he could pull them down. Your panties went along with it. Unhesitatingly, he swiped his index finger up and down on the outer flesh of your clit, smirking. “You are drenched, angel.”

“L-Luke,” You grew needy for more, your breaths shortening at every motion. But he stopped, annoying you even more. He took a whiff of your fluids, humming in arousal before licking it off.

“Are you sure you handle me, angel?” His voice deepened, meeting your eye with lust-driven hunger.

“Y-Yes, baby.” You exhaled, watching him unbutton those chino pants of his. His cock sprinted right out, hard and veiny. The tip was reddened, and crap you lost it. You shivered at the sight, wanting to get a taste. But before even making a move, Luke spread your bare legs wide open and already positioned himself in between. Although, he noticed your desire and completely hovered over you. His smirk never left, one hand opening a bedside drawer for a condom. He was struggling, and you giggled to catch him off guard.

“I’m on the pill, baby.” Cutting him off with a feisty kiss, pumping his cock steadily. He was feeling good, and he could’ve already come that way. But he gripped your hand off, placing them on his shoulder.

“Skip the foreplay, right?”

Rolling your eyes, you fired back. “What are you waiting for then? Another decade?”

Impatience you have, might as well shut you up. Swiftly, his cock pounded deep inside your soaking clit, starting off slow and finding that one weak spot. Your moans were stifled, but not out of pain. It was so your walls can readjust yourself at his size. The pleasure showered when you corrected your body angle, and only after did Luke go harder.

“Feeling good, baby?” The sheets slowly were going undone, pulling out as Luke continued his thrusts. Your back arched against the bed, your fingernails scratching his bare back when he devoured your neck with his lips once more.

“S-Shit yes, Luke!” You stammered, not holding back your verbal moans. You’ve craved this for too long to keep it down.

“I bet Timothée can’t fuck you the same way I can, right angel?” He gripped on your hips to steady your grinding.

“Fuck, fuck!” You were too dazed to answer, enjoying the friction while you held intently on the duvet. Only were you snapped out from it when there was a firm hold on your throat, catching you off guard.

“You haven’t answered my question, angel. Don’t make me ask again.” He orders with dominance, biting his lower lip.

“No, b-baby. He can’t fuck me the way you do.” You cried out breathlessly, the stimulation making you see the twinkling of stars. Luke linked his hands on yours on the bed, growling against your ear and biting your shoulder as the sexual bliss intensifies. He’s making his mark on you, which arouses you even more. Slamming intensely and faster, he has the heavy pedal on this moment. His rhythm never remained monotonous, and feeling his hot breath whimpering against the crook of your neck is exciting. You were panting heavily, and it didn’t take too long until the twinkling of stars were uncovered for your vision. Warm tears were also going down, but finally out of goodness.

“I’m so f-fucking close.” Luke groaned against your ear, the vibrations sending you shivers and more friction. His movements were turning sloppy, his orgasm nearing and going undone.

“Let go, baby. I’m so close too.” You cried out, trembling from your upcoming orgasm. After a few seconds, the warmth of Luke’s load has landed and you weren’t too far away to join him. His stamina was lost at the moment, resulting into crashing down beside you whilst you were both breathless from your highs. You were slowly getting knocked out and along with your thoughts.

But one thing was for sure.

Drunk sex is powerful.

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drnucleus · 6 years ago

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I don’t know what to expect from IX. I’m really hoping it is endgame and they don’t just drop the romance angle, but it’s also kind of what I’m expecting? Like I don’t expect follow-through from it, even though I would love it if it happened

Hi Nonnie,

I totally get it. I understand that completely. Do I think it’s endgame? Yes.

However am I going into IX with any expectations? NOPE. I’m a fandom granny. No seriously I have lived through so many fandoms that I simply go in with no expectations. That way if what I think might happen if even in some small way happens then I will be super happy and overjoyed and if it doesn’t I am usually able to divorce myself from my disappointment and respect the creator’s vision.

As a writer and someone who was professionally trained to do so, I know that creators have a vision. They have an endgame in mind. And they drop breadcrumbs about it from the beginning and if you’re clever enough to see them you usually can figure out any story.

This is why I ruin police procedurals for my mom. My dad and I made a game of it watching Law and Order as a kid growing up (and I mean OG Law and Order with Det. Lenny Briscoe). Whomever could figure out who committed the murder first won. We used to keep a running tally. My dad was really good at it, but when I got really into reading and started reading mystery novels and horror novels and other stories that rely heavily on mystery boxes I started getting better at it. We also watched Law and Order because my two actor 2nd cousins have been guest stars as defense lawyers idk how many times but that’s neither here nor there.

And tbh ESB’s twist of Vader as Luke’s father came as such a shock because IDK if even Lucas really knew he was going to do it until he did it. Luckily the story was vague enough in ANH that a throw away line about certain points of view was enough to close what could have been a crippling plot hole.

My mom is an OG Star wars fan. Mostly bc she loves the pew pew and the lightsaber battles, and secondly because Harrison Ford is a very handsome and talented man (tbh my first crush was Han Solo and second was Indy).

My mom was there when everyone was UP IN ARMS about Leia and Luke kissing. And how that was SOOOOOO going to be endgame. Which originally Lucas had intended that Leia would be a love interest for Luke and that the twin sister would be revealed in 7, 8 and 9 someday. However during writing ROTJ and filming ESB he decided to really hone in on Leia and Han’s chemistry (granted Irving was directing then) but he made the narrative choice to make Leia the sister and Han her love interest. It simultaneously elevated Leia’s narrative importance and made her the leading lady of her own story on equal footing to her equally powerful twin brother instead of just being Luke’s sidekick love interest.

Even when I was a KID and I saw ESB it always kind of made me laugh that Leia’s response to Han goading her about liking him was to smack lips with the only other humanoid male in the room just to prove how NOT smitten she was with Han. (AND if that doesn’t make her simultaneously Padme and Anakin’s child I don’t know what will convince you otherwise).

TPM came out when was was 13 and a half which will be 20 yrs ago next May - HOLY FUCK. And I’ve been an avid reader since I could read so I had gobbled up countless numbers of books by then. I was in the theater with my parents and legit held my hand up over Ian’s eyes and gasped and tugged on my mom’s sleeve.

“Mom that’s THE EMPEROR” and she was like “No honey he’s just a senator who’s now chancellor of the republic”

And this was still in the age of Dial-up internet and no IMDB. So I did my own digging and found our VHS copies of the OT and looked at the cast listing at the end of the movie. And saw the same name playing the Emperor as the man playing Senator-Chancellor Sheev Palpatine. Now the movies in the OT never actually say the Emperor’s real name. He’s just the shadowy, scary Emperor with lightning bolts shooting out of his hands. So like we knew in TPM that Palpy was going to become the emperor. Now say what you will about the Prequels but Lucas did do a fair bit of narrative arc planning with it than what he threw together with the OT.

He knew we had to meet Anakin as a boy, see him as a caring and compassionate individual who is uniquely gifted in the Force. And that had circumstances been different he would have probably been the paragon force sensitive and balanced the force. However due to realistic flaws of all characters, good and bad alike, including flaws within Anakin’s character himself he falls prey to the darkside and it’s temptations and then becomes the very thing he feared.

Tbh next to TLJ, ROTS is right up there with ESB as my favorite in the saga. Sure the dialogue is wooden and clunky. Lucas is not a dialogue director. He’s a vision director. He has a scene in his mind, and he wants it played like that. Which is fine. He also came from a school of thought in the 1970s where sci-fi was pure camp and overdramatic. His style never really changed. The OT is so lauded because he didn’t direct all of them. He had other people come in and he had script doctoring and his first wife in the editing room taking his vision and turning it into a cohesive narrative. We seem to forget that Lucas was a young dude right out of film school when he made ANH. He barely knew how to string a narrative together and the early cuts of ANH were terrible and nowhere near what people saw in the theater. Don’t believe me? Google “how star wars was saved in the editing room” it’s a remarkable story about how Lucas’s first wife and principal editor basically made ANH into an actual story instead of a mish mash of ideas that it was before. The prequels had Lucas at the helm for all three. Yes by then he had gotten a hold of narratively what he wanted to convey, but he still didn’t always convey it in the most efficient ways.

But there are moments in the prequels that I’m stunned by their perfection. “This is how liberty dies? With thunderous applause.” as Padme watches in horror as the Republic becomes an empire before her eyes. It’s perfect to convey the horror she feels and her disgust at what the thing she’s fought for so long to just crumble and slip away.

Or the entirety of the Anakin v. Obi Wan Mustafar battle. Visually STUNNING, and heartbreaking. You can feel how much neither of them want to fight the other but how they both are so entrenched in their now opposite ideologies that they know they have to fight.

I’ve also been a fan of JJ’s for a long time.

Sure he loves mystery boxes but he usually makes the answer SO obvious that most people ignore it.

Like on Lost which I never actually watched save for maybe a few episodes, it’s pretty clear that something metaphysical is going on in that island with the crash. And there are clues dating back to the pilot as to what happened in the finale.

In TFA we’re introduced to Rey. We’re given a mystery box of who is Rey and why is she important and who is her family. But we’re also given the answer. She’s no one. And that’s why she’s important. She is no one. She doesn’t need to have this huge galactic sized legacy on her shoulders to be important, to be special. SHE IS NO ONE. And that’s why the Force chose her as its vessel.

Reason why is that she’s narratively the perfect foil for her counterpart Ben Solo/Kylo Ren. He has all that legacy and weight on his shoulders. They’re equals in power in strength, in light and darkness. They are complete equals. And TFA was all about establishing that fact. Now TLJ was all about deepening that initial connection. To get them both to scratch beneath the surface of one another, and get under one another’s skin. In doing so Ben learned that Rey just wants to belong, to be loved and have a place in the galaxy. And Rey, she learned that Ben is just as lonely, but has rejected his birthright because he felt rejected and abandoned by those who should have unconditionally loved and protected him from Snoke (which granted OT Trio tried but they def didn’t have great parenting examples either sooooo).

Now as an adult Ben is bitter, full of resentment and rage because the people he should have been able to count on fucked up royally. And I love that. I resonate with it because of my own experiences as an abuse survivor too. But even more so because it makes Han, Leia and Luke less perfect legends and more human. It makes them real and relatable that they tried to do everything right by their kiddo but ended up fucking him up. Luke’s betrayal itself was the least shocking part of TLJ tbh. Like does no one remember him going ABSOLUTELY banana balls insane when Vader threatened Leia in ROTJ?

That kind of Skywalker level extra doesn’t just go away with age.

And yeah Ben needed someone in the fam to be like “so kid, um, lets talk about this.” No one in the OT Trio is good at talking about their feelings. Luke tries to control his by just not dealing with it - the kind of thing you’d expect from a “pray the depression away” type. Leia ignores it and bottles that shit until it comes out as thinly veiled anger. And Han is the most ridiculous of the three with his constant hot and cold routine throughout ESB.

The ST is yes about the failures of the OT trio, the failures of the Jedi and the Sith. But it’s also a story about the force and it’s two chosen vessels. A girl from nowhere and the last scion of the Skywalker line. The fact that their connections in TLJ are coded as sexual awakenings is very indicative of where I think this is all going to go. The Force is basically the Skywalker Patriarch if we’re going on the whole immaculate conception with Shmi. And Ben fell from his path for years now thanks to the other Skywalkers falling from the path and inadvertently pushing him down the rabbit hole with Snoke, manipulating everything like a master of puppets.

JJ himself even said he was upset that he didn’t get to direct TLJ because he loved Rian’s script so much.

I have faith we’re going to get a hell of a finish to the 9 film Skywalker saga. With Reylo as endgame or not I think we’re going to get something truly satisfying that links all 9 movies together in a way that will have meta writers writing for years to come about all the parallels and thematic Leitmotifs within the narrative as a whole that encompasses technically 4 generations of Skywalkers (Shmi, Anakin, Luke/Leia, and Ben).

When Ben killed Han in TFA and you get that focused in shot of Adam’s face as the weight of what he just did HITS him and his eyes widen and his lips part, you see the exact moment he shatters his soul realizing that he just seriously fucked up. I leaned over to my best friend that night in the midnight showing and said “do you smell redemption arc?” and I’ve been on that train from day one.

If he were truly irredeemable he wouldn’t have split his spirit to the bone by killing his father. He wouldn’t have cared to try to convince Rey to be her teacher in the middle of their battle. He wouldn’t care that Rey stares at him like she did that night and call him a monster. A real monster wouldn’t care at being called one. And is so very shook and pained by that moniker with his lower lip quiver and his eyes red rimmed. If he were truly irredeemable he wouldn’t have killed his master just to save the girl, he’d have just usurped power and shrugged her off instead of trying to convince her to stay with him. He wouldn’t have addressed her fear and insecurity of being nothing and no one while shaking his head and saying “but not to me”. If he were truly a monster he would have pulled the damn trigger when his had the bridge of the Raddus in his sights but couldn’t because he felt his mother’s love for him even after everything he’s done.

Has he done terrible things? YES. He definitely has. But he has the equal potential for amazing things as much as he has for the terrible things he’s done. And I for one will be happy to see him begin to even slightly embrace that potential by the end of ep 9. Reylo or no Reylo I’m sure I’m going to be happy with ep 9. There’s no way Adam and so many other brilliant actors would have signed on without at least knowing where this is all gonna go. Adam himself was hesitant to take on the burden of SW but was convinced to do so because of the complexity of Ben’s character. That to me says we’re getting something amazing in ep9. And I can’t wait.

#ask drnucleus #sw talk #drnucleus writes things #Anonymous

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kyungsoopilates · 6 years ago

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THIS TOOK WAY TOK LONG I’ve been working on this for like 3 days i keep GETTING SIDETRACKED

85 Questions

Rulserinos: Answer these 85 statements about yourself and tag 20 people. (das a lot)

I was tagged by @vroomvroombaek 😭 i lOve you too wow hI 👋🏾

Last...

1. Drink: Kiwi strawberry Sparkling Ice (gud shit right here im telling you)

2. Phone call: my momma

3. Text message: a friend

4. Song u listened to: Cherry Bomb 🍒 💣

5. Time you cried: uhhh like two weeks ago

6. Dated someone twice: I m pure ive never dated anyone

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: ^ see the last one

8. Been cheated on: ^ 🤷🏾‍♀️

9. Lost someone special: 🤔 don’t remember

10. Been depressed: not to be depressing but depression is a constant thing 🏃🏾‍♀️ can’t get away from bitch shes clingy af

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: ooooooh boi I love a good margarita, never got piss faced enough to throw up tho sorry

Fav Colours..

12. LavENDER

13. ROYAL BLUE

14. whiTe and just pastel soft colours

In the last year have you?...

15. Made new friends: yah

16. Fallen out if love: nope

17. Laughed until i cried: i laugh until I can’t breathe never cried 😂

18. Found out somebody was talking about you: nobody but my momma

19. Met someone who changed you: not in the last year more like last 3

20. Found out who your real friends are: ^

21. Kissed someone on your facebook list: did i mention im p u r e

General...

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl: like 75%

23. Do you have any pets?: no :(

24. Do you want to change your name?: kinda... nObody calls me by my real name except my parents occasionally

25. What did you do for your last birthday?: i think i got drunk i forgot

26. What time did you wake up today?: 11am

27. What were you doing at midnivht last night? Sleeping 😂 scandalous

28. What is something you can’t wait for?: my next pay check 🤭

29. What are you listening to rn: my shower 🚿

30. When was the last time you saw your mom: half an hour ago

31. Ever talked to a person named tom: yep yep i have a friend named Tom

32. Name something that gets on your nerves: people who fail to realise how much their words and actions can affect other peoples spirits 🌞

33. Most visited website: tumblr 🤷🏾‍♀️

34. Hair colour: dark brown

35. Long or short hair: my hair is short but i like it long

36. Do you have a crush on someone: nope

37. What do you like about yourself: myyyy mental strength?

38. Want any piercings: i want my nostril redone, Kinda want a medusa as well

39. Blood type: A+

40. Nicknames: from my family its Bird �� and my friends call me Stan/Stanny

41. Relationship status: single

42. Zodiac: Aries sun, Pisces Moon and mercurY

43. Pronouns: she/her

44. Fav tv shows: Stranger things, any kind of space documentary or those horror ghost story shows

45. Tattoos: i have a cross on my wrist, im not super religious just cause. Hoping to get a sternum tat eventually

46. Right or left handed: righty

47. Surgeries: had one last year in October, had my gallbladder removed

48. Piercings? My ears and my septum :)

49. Sport: gross, tennis is cool tho

50. Vacation: 😤😔 I don’t GET VACATION I HARDLY LEAVE MY H O U S E

51. Trainers 👟: Puma or Nike mostly ooor Adidas I really want some Fila Disruptors 😭

52. Eating: none

53. Drinking: watahhh

54. Im about to watch: myself be locked out my house for an hour (I DONT HAVE MY KEY IM AVTUALLY IN MY C A R)

55. Waiting for: CHRISTMAS 🎄

56. Want: to move outta my family apartment

57. Get married: yus

58. Career: something related to art or graphic design

59. Hugs or kisses: h u g s

60. Lips or eyes: lips and TEETH im awful at eye contact so beware of your teeth and breath 😂😭

61. Shorter or taller: i guess taller but not TOO tall

62. Older or younger: 😈...jk definitely older i cant deal with the youngins now a days

63. Nice arms or stomach: if you can’t snap my neck with your bare hands I don’t want chu🤷🏾‍♀️

64. Hookup or relationship: relationship

65. Trouble marker or hesitant: hesitant for the rest of my life 😔

Have you ever...

66. Kissed a stranger: uhh

67. Drank hard liquor: yep

68. Lost glasses: lots

69. Turned someone down: no

70. Sex on the first date: im p u r e

71. Broken someones heart: probably my parents tbh

72. Had your heartbroken: mmm kinda

73. Been arrested: not yet

74. Cried when someone died: yep 👍🏾

75. Fallen for a friend: 🙃

Do you believe in..

76. Yourself: 😃 to an extent yes

77. Miracles: yayaya

78. Love at first sight: nah

79. Santa 🎅🏾: the concept is nice but no

80. Kiss on the first date: cheEk kiss 😙

81. Angles: sure

Other...

82. Best friends name: Lamiae (Don’t ask me how you pronounce that because its been 3 years and a still canNot)

83. Eye colour: brown

84. Favourite movie: not a huge movie person but i gotta say 형 one of the only movies ive sat and watched more than once

85. Favourite actor: 제 아이가 도경수 😭 my baby b o i

And i ill taggggg

@cherrysooda @monicaexol @kyungsoobery @kyungsoorose @spicydyo I Licherally blanked as soon as it was tome to tagged so everybody else yall do it too.

#i was literallt locked out of my apartment writing this ag some point #i got back in eventuallY #mine

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themadnessthatis · 7 years ago

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So, Tomb Raider: Angel of Darkness...

Warning, this is going to be a long-ass post, mostly me rambling about how TR6 was a game with good concepts but shitty execution. Expect a bit of non-linear ranting.

I have some serious Opinions™ on this game, now having finished it (which was a quasi-Herculean feat in of itself from fighting against the game the whole time, but more on that in a bit).

When I first got this game, eyes full of wonder and amazement, I was like “aw yeah, a new Tomb Raider for a new generation of consoles!”. Having only played it for a bit my opinion quickly soured, and the game was never played after having fallen down a hole and dying in the Parisian sewers. All I said to myself at the time was “wow, this game is shit,never playing this again :| .”

Which I didn’t, until recently.

Fast forward a bit, and a friend of mine lends me her PC copies of Tomb Raider 2-through-6 (sadly no copy of TR1 :’[ ), which I sat down and played, all while eyeing up the box containing AoD with animosity. Boy did I regret saying I wouldn’t mind if she lent me that one as well.

But after going through the other games with various degrees of ease, from the “wow it’s over already?” of Chronicles to the “Will it never end?” of TR3 (which I personally rate as the worst of the “old school” Tomb Raiders. Just....fuck that game, the best part of it is the credits, but I digress.), we were left with just one more game; Angel of Darkness, sitting there, almost expectantly.

“Well, it’s been a while, maybe I was just bad at the game, and it’s actually alright?” I said as I set about installing it, ready to give the game the benefit of the doubt.

Well the fact that controller setup was a pain in the arse should’ve been a dead giveaway that something was up. Though is was nowhere near as infuriating as Chronicles, which required a fucking JoyToKey configuration to get it to work smoothly, otherwise jumps would result in Lara just careening off to the side every.fucking.time.)

Actually, when you first play AoD, the controls are really the first thing you’ll pick up on. I.E: they’re the worst. Really they’re the biggest flaw of this whole game, and if they weren’t as clunky and gods-awful as they are, AoD might’ve been a much better experience. Lara controls like a fucking Mark IV from 1917; turns, speed, everything. It’s such a jarring shift from the previous installments that it really takes some time getting used to, and could be a reall deal-breaker. Also Lara no longer runs like she used to, more like a slow jog, only gaining the ability to sprint later in the game (you know, the thing she could do at the very beginning of TR3, 4 and 5? Like she has to learn how to use her legs, after all of her previous escapades?!). Jumping also seems to have undergone some hideous transformation; from somewhat fluid sequences to an absolutely jerky mess of a mechanic, not helped by Lara needing some space to build up momentum (from walk to jog). Like the only time she handles almost smoothly is when she’s swimming (which thank fuck no longer has her getting stuck on the walls and floor like she did in previous games.).

When you’re not busy fighting against the controls and some of the early Capcom-esque fixed camera angles, you might be able to notice some of the changes to the TR formula, for better or for worse.

Perhaps the most noticeable is Lara’s equipment; gone are her iconic (not Ubisoft iconic, mind you) pistols with unlimited ammo. In their place Lara can collect a plethora of new pistols, including a very nice taser. Though this is moot when Lara eventually loses all of her acquired weapons, as she is wont to do if TR1, 2 and 3 are anything to go by. You also get the classic shotgun and two SMGs. Though tbh, and this might just be me, but don’t all of the weapons in this game feel like the do the same amount of damage?

One thing that was a nice touch was the inventory revamp. The ring-like setup from previous TRs is gone, and now each type of item (health, weapons and puzzle clues) have their own inventory sections, making it less of an eyesore than the cluttered messes of the previous game’s inventories. Speaking of health, the repertoire of healing items has been increased, with various items granting various degrees of health restoration, which is nice, no more wasting medikits (though i do not understand how a chocolate bar could heal a person, but whatever, video game logic, i guess.). The puzzle clues section does get kinda cluttered though, as Lara doesn’t seem to want to get rid of anything she picks up, even if she no longer needs it, so her pockets are basically just full of security cards and bits of paper until the end of the game like JESUS CHRIST ON A STICK JUST DUMP THAT SHIT IN A BIN, LARA!”.

On the subject of puzzles, it’s great that that is an element that has carried over to AoD nicely, unlike some of the more modern titles (looking at you, Tomb Raider 2013). The Hall of Seasons was a great example of this, and is very reminiscent of the St Francis’ Folly from the original games, what with its God-themed rooms. Granted that there were other “puzzles” that were a little too obvious, like “push table to find mixture to kill giant plant”. But overall, the puzzle side of Tomb Raider is definitely there. Although, there are no secrets to find (but after TR3 and 4′s “And your reward is FLARES” bullshit, I’m okay with that).

So, what about the story? To be perfectly honest, it’s as about as normal as a Tomb Raider story line can be: Secret sect looking for paintings so they can resurrect an ancient race of human/angel hybrids that was destroyed back in biblical times except not all of them, and Lara gets involved b/c they killed Von Croy and she was framed for it... Look, it’s certainly not as far-fetched as “Italian mafia dude looking for magic Chinese knife that turns people into dragons instead of corpses when stabbed with it.” (Love you, TR2, but what even...), or whatever the hell was going on in TR3 with its magical ancient Polynesian artifacts and “rapid evolution”, but it’s out there.

Mechanics wise, there have been some changes that are quite nice in concept, but are failed by poor execution (a running theme for this game). The grip meter is a new thing, and is influenced by Lara’s upper body strength (like how her jumping/sprinting and door-kicking are affected by her lower body strength), like a sort of RPG attribute. These body strength factors are a nice tough and could’ve been a plus in a good game, but here the attributes are given out at arbitrary moments throughout the game and feel forced, like at one moment Lara must gain an upper body strength upgrade by just shunting a pile of boxes around for no real reason. When you couple this with the sluggish momentum-based “running”, it’s almost like the developers were trying to go for a more “realistic” feel but didn’t really know how to go about it.

There’s also a certain Bioware-esque dialogue tree that pops up from time to time in the game. While it’s a nice touch, the fact that there’s no real change to the outcome (bar 3 exceptions) kind of makes the interactions pointless.

Going past the mechanics, the game itself (at least on PC), is a glitchy, buggy mess that would crash for no reason. Textures are missing, walls vanish in some of Kurtis’ (a boring, bland secondary character we get to play as, and I’ll get to him in a second.) levels for no reason, not to mention that one level can be skipped entirely thanks to a bug where Lara just has to roll into a fucking wall. Also, not certain if it’s more an exploit than it is a bug, but it’s kinda of an anticlimax that the last two bosses can be cheesed by just commando-crawling under their projectiles. The greatest menaces to humanity, outdone by toddler maneuvers .

Now, onto Kurtis...Kurtis is a member of an organisation dedicated to stomping out evil, particularly sorcery and alchemy (thus pitting him against the big baddie, Eckhardt, who looks like he just got done trying to audition for the part of Auron from Final Fantasy). He’s supposed to come across as some sort of bad boy with magical powers, but honestly he’s a boring, ugly, fucking Broody McGravelvoice with no personality. You get to play as him for all of 3 (or was it 4?) levels, and boy oh boy, you will hat him throughout all of them. Somehow, and I didn’t know it was possible, somehow he controls WORSE than Lara. He moves like he’s got a broom up his arse and jumps like he’s on the fucking moon. His levels feel like they were some De-mastered edition of Until Dawn, full of enemies that serve no purpose other than to drain you of resources, and are capped off with the worst boss fight ever, thanks to twitchy auto-aim and Kurtis’ shoddy controls. Like fucking Mark Williard at the end of TR3 was more feasible than this cavalcade of bullshit. Also the first time he meets Lara in the Louvre, the cut-scene is just so unsettling and creepy, she should’ve just beat his arse into the tiled floor there and then. I seriously hope he’s dead.

And the ending... What a bloody disappointment; Lara wanders off into a dark passage after killing the bigger bad, and then...nothing. No credits, no “the end” screen, the game just shits you back onto the “Press Start” screen.

But in the end, after all was said and done, I think my opinion of AoD has shifted somewhat. I don’t hate it like I thought I did, I’m just, I dunno, disappointed...This game had so many good ideas that were handled so poorly, and it certainly wasn’t helped that, at least on the PC version, it was a glitch-fest and the controls were piss-poor. And as a final insult? Jiggle physics. I’m not fucking kidding like Core Design couldn’t iron out the bugs and do something about the arse-backwards controls, but they gotta make sure dem jiggly titties are in there? -_-’ Fucking hell what a dumpster fire of a game. Like I want to like it but the fuck-headedness of it all just, just no.

#rant #video games #gaming #tomb raider #tomb raider angel of darkness #tr6 #tr: aod #lara croft #idk i just #feel very conflicted about this game #opinions

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bubblegum-switch · 7 years ago

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Kitziwch – Human Things

Anonymous asked: i've got a request! I honestly just want something with lance getting reCt tbh, so uh. They're in the castle and so, allura and coran are like "lmao whats ticklign" and they want someone to demonstrate it, so they chose keith and lance to do it, first lance is all like scared n, stuff but then keef breaks the awkwardness and just pouncess on lance and coran is there just taking notes with allura And when they're done pidge says something like lmao good blackmail material and they're both SHOOK

Ask and you shall receive, friend :) I hope I did it justice

Title: Kitziwch – Human Things (b/c I can’t title for shit)

Word count: app. 3.6k (Side note: holy shit that’s longer than I anticipated)

Rating: it gets a b i t suggestive at one point but nothing more than like PG-13

Time: Before the end of season 2 I guess maybe, Shiro doesn’t have his Bayard so…

Characters: The main 7 (Keith, Hunk, Lance, Pidge, Shiro, Allura, Coran)

Pairing: pre-Klance

Genre: so fluffy it gave me cavities

Themes: Ticklish!Lance, Pining!Keith, ticklish!Keith, brief ticklish!Shiro to kick off the plot, this scenario is such an oldie but a goodie and I feel honored to write it, f u c k I’m so weak for Lance getting reKt you have no idea, I don’t know what “““correct form””” is but I needed a good opportunity so I could be very wrong but fuck that I don’t really care, it takes like over 1k words to get to the meat of the story I’m so sorry but I needed enough exposition for this prompt, I love using personal experience for help with writing haha…, am I minorly projecting my synesthesia onto fictional characters now is that what is happening, I’m writing this whole thing while over-tired over the course of several late-nights at like 11pm-4am and I think it shows, Ernest Hemingway Mr. Write-Drunk-Edit-Sober would be proud but then again what is editing, my tired ass decided to just fuckin give Lance a special kind of love for it which is why it gets suggestive *winks with both eyes*, fuck I need sleep, I did a surprising amount of research for the title, don’t ask me why Keith is so skilled he just is, Lance is literally a ball of ticklishness help him it’s adorable, I had so many options for endings I hope I did this one right, there will likely be a part 2 b/c of another prompt I got that this can lead into so…

A/N: Ok so “Kitziwch” [kind of pronounced kitzee-ucx I think] is a word I created to be the Altean word for “tickle” out of the German word “kitzeln” and the Welsh word “Ticiwch” because of reasons you’ll find out at the end of this

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At the training deck, Allura was trying to get a better feel for each of the paladin’s combat strengths and weaknesses. She was going to have each one go up and complete a relay of sorts – which was made of an opaque maze (unlike the electrified invisible one), fighting several types of drone-bots, and testing the accuracy of their Bayard. Coran was watching as well, taking notes on each round.

Pidge was up first, and she made it through the maze quickly, but lost time at the flying drones and accuracy due to the short range of her Bayard.

Then it was Lance’s turn. He didn’t get through the maze as fast as Pidge, but more than made up for it with accuracy.

Hunk was about in the middle so far for the maze time-wise, but was able to quickly obliterate the drones. However, his Bayard was not as precise as Pidge’s or Lance’s due to its comparably wide damage-field.

Keith practically danced through the maze, even though he got hung up a few times. He slashed through the drones and had a near-perfect score on accuracy.

Shiro was last to go, and after getting through the maze and the drones he was getting ready for testing the accuracy of his arm.

“Hold it!” Allura rushed to him. “I can’t ignore you Earthlings’ improper form any longer. I have held my tongue but I’ve had enough.”

“Aw, why didn’t you tell us? I would’ve fixed it,” Lance said from the sidelines.

Allura smiled apologetically. “You were all on a roll. I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I just can’t let this finish uncorrected.”

Shiro relaxed his stance. “Sure, Princess how do I stand?”

“Alright Shiro, hold your back in a straight line – don’t hunch over,” she said casually, circling him as he followed her directions. “Hm, good. Now, keep some bounce in your knees – you look too stiff, and if you can’t move freely you can’t evade.”

“Okay,” he replied, trying his best to follow suit. “Am I doing it right?”

She paused behind him. “Here, let me help you angle yourself a bit better.”

She reached forward and put her hands on his sides to adjust him. He jumped a little, but Allura credited it as surprise and shrugged it off. She tilted him to the left a little bit to balance himself, pressing her fingers into his ribs accidentally, and he involuntarily snorted out a surprised laugh.

This time, she quickly retracted her hands. “Everything alright, Shiro? Are you hurt?”

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly and smiled at her. “I’m fine, don’t worry, it didn’t hurt.”

She looked at him quizzically and tilted her head. “Then why did you make that noise? That was a laugh, right?”

“I guess I’m a little ticklish, that’s all,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “That shouldn’t get in your way again, I just didn’t expect it… Allura?”

She looked like she was deep in thought, trying to remember something that was forgotten a while ago. She looked to Coran, who looked back at her, just as confused. “Do you know what he’s talking about, Coran?”

“No, I’ve never heard of that before either. I don’t know what he means.” He turned to the other four paladins. “Can any of you translate? Altean often overlaps with your language, but there’s no word for that.”

“I can try to explain,” Pidge volunteered. “Basically, someone is ticklish, you can tickle someone, and that someone gets tickled. Linguistics aside,” she adjusted her glasses, “basically it’s when someone is touched in a way that makes them laugh. Some people like being tickled, some people hate it, and there are people that are more ticklish than others.” Pidge smirked, “for example, I’m not that ticklish. Shiro, on the other hand… well you’ve seen that he is.”

“Thank you, Pidge,” Allura said, still confused. “I think that helped, but I still don’t really understand it. How can touching someone make them laugh? And can everyone do this?”

“I agree, I’m still confused as well,” Coran piped up. “Can we have a demonstration? I think that might clear it up.”

“Oh yes, I think that would be great, Coran!” Allura agreed. “But how do we get someone to demonstrate it?”

“Well, if you want two people to show you what it is, I recommend some people who you want to see laughing, or to get revenge on. Tickling can be a great form of revenge, sometimes. It can also be a good bonding experience.”

“Alright, Pidge, then I think it should be…” she thought for a moment.

Lance’s eyes were wide, and he was trying to act like he wasn’t affected by this when every iteration of the word made him want to crawl out of his skin. He noticed Keith hiding his face behind his hair a little more than normal. Hunk, however, was completely fine through the whole conversation so far – not even blushing (like Shiro was, oh boy his face was pink).

“Lance and Keith.”

“What?” Lance shrieked, and then cringed at how terrified he sounded. Keith turned his head away so no one could see the grin that was beginning to invade his face, as well as the blush that sat upon his skin.

“Well, I think you two have some differences you need to work out, and Pidge said that tickling can be used as a bonding experience. Plus, Keith never laughs, and maybe I’m considering this revenge for you constantly flirting with me, Lance,” she said brightly, laughing at the end and showing she wasn’t actually upset.

“Yes, I think they would make a good match-up for this ‘tickling’ thing,” Coran agreed. “I can take notes on this to better understand it.”

Allura walked over to where the red and blue paladins were inching away towards the door. “Come on you two,” she chirped, grabbing their wrists and pulling them into the center of the room. She stood them face to face – or as good as she could get them since neither one would meet the other’s eyes – and she retreated back to where she previously stood next to Coran. “Alright… now start… tickling each other?” She glanced at Pidge to see if she had used the word correctly, and was given a thumbs-up in return. She smiled satisfactorily, and waited.

Lance shifted uncomfortably where he stood. Neither paladin moved or looked at the others.

“Why aren’t they doing anything, Number Five?” Coran whispered to Pidge, pen poised above his notepad.

“They must be shy about this, but don’t worry. Maybe they need incentive to get started.” She smirked, before shouting “if neither one of you starts tickling then someone else will tickle both of you!”

She grinned broader when she saw their faces turn redder and Lance nearly squeaked at the threat as Keith huffed through his nose.

Allura whispered to Pidge that she had an idea. “Keith, Lance was complaining about your mullet again yesterday!” she yelled to them in a sing-song.

Keith’s eyes snapped to Lance’s in an instant, biting back a grin. Thank you, Allura, for giving me an opening. “Again with the mullet?” He started inching towards the blue paladin. “When are you gonna let it go?”

Lance began protesting as he inched backwards, hands raised in defense. “No no no she’s lying Keith, I didn’t insult your mullet yesterday… to her anyway!”

“Oh, so you did?” he cracked his knuckles, and Lance squeaked.

“W-well,” Lance’s voice was unnaturally high. He gulped and steeled himself, stopping in place. “It is pretty terrible…”

That was the final straw. Keith yelled “enough with my hair!” and pounced onto Lance, knocking him to the ground.

Keith lay on top of Lance for a moment, blinking down at him and realizing Lance could’ve gotten hurt from that.

“Did that hurt you?” he asked quietly.

Lance fought back a smile, “no.”

Keith’s face finally split into that large grin – one of the first Lance had ever seen on him. “Good, because then this definitely won’t.”

The blue paladin’s eyes grew wide and his face grew pinker as Keith’s words fell from his lips. He didn’t have time to dwell on it much, however, as soon all thoughts were abandoned as he felt hands on his hips and two thumbs brushing over the skin. His breath hitched in his throat as he bit his lip and began to smile.

The pressure from the two digits increased, and he began squirming and laughing in little breathy huffs. “K-Keith come hahahon buhuddy…”

“So you remember me being your ‘buddy’ but not our bonding moment?” he teased, changing to squeezing Lance’s hips causing sharp, shrill laughs and him to buck up and down.

Lance felt what seemed like electricity shoot through his body, and his mind went blank. “NOHOHO KEIHEEHEETH,” he pleaded through laughter.

“If you say so, I’ll stop with your hips…” the red paladin near-growled (which made the boy underneath him blush even harder), and, in keeping with his word, shot his hands to Lance’s stomach. In desperation as his laughter reached a fever pitch, he reached to grab Keith’s hands. Keith was having none of it, grabbed them, and pinned them above his head. Keith held them with just one of his own hands, putting enough weight on them both to not hurt them but keep them in place. He tsked down at Lance before returning one hand to his stomach and scrabbling his fingers wildly, causing the blue paladin to dissolve into hysterics.

Lance couldn’t even protest anymore, for a few reasons (one of which he’d explain to Keith later, much to both of their delights), but mostly because he couldn’t physically form words with Keith’s hands there. However, it became even worse(?) for Lance when the red paladin decided to take it up a notch and stick his hand underneath his shirt to tickle Lance’s bare skin.

Lance’s vision erupted into brightness as his laughter turned silent from the fast, firm fingers digging gently into his stomach.

Keith’s face dusted pinker as he marveled at how soft Lance’s skin was, before realizing that Lance probably needed more air than he was currently getting. He let him laugh silently for a few more moments before letting up.

Lance panted, catching his breath and smiling largely. His relief was short-lived, however, as Keith’s hand crawled up his side, on top of his shirt once again. Lance was back to squirming as he felt his fingers walk slowly up his waist, and ribs, and then finding their target in his left underarm. Lance shrieked as Keith’s fingers danced in the hollow, and skated around the edge.

“KEIHIHTH COHOHOME OHOHON YOU’RE MEHEHEAN”

The red paladin laughed. “You think that’s mean, I’ll show you mean.” Keith let go of Lance’s hands, which instantly shot to grab him again. Keith stopped tickling for a moment to take one wrist in each hand. He maneuvered them under Lance’s back so his own weight was holding them down, allowing Keith to use both hands. He pressed his knees on either side of the blue paladin to keep him in place, and sat on his hips. Keith reached behind him and squeezed Lance’s knees, extracting deep belly laughter and causing his legs to flail around to their maximum allowance.

Keith inched his hands up to Lance’s thighs, and alternated randomly between squeezing and fully tickling and lightly tracing them. Lance dissolved into uncontrollable giggles at the latter two techniques, and let out yelps interspersed with short, barking laughs when he dug his fingers in. The layer of denim was no match for Keith’s teasing touches.

Keith’s fingers drifted from the top of Lance’s thighs to his inner thighs, but due to the quick change in his laughter Keith moved back to save him any embarrassment. Well, any more embarrassment. Keith didn’t fail to notice the… *ahem* lengthening of the individual laughs and how they seemed to become more throaty and less… less like laughs and more like something that under other circumstances he would be thrilled to hear.

Lance didn’t notice.

Keith hoped none of the others did, and he filed it away in his mind for later. He figured it was probably best to move his hands somewhere else.

He brought his hands to Lance’s sides, spidering from his waist to the middle of his ribs as best he could. Lance’s belly laughter returned, but he wouldn’t look at Keith – he kept turning his face away to try to hide – which the red paladin thought was adorable.

“MEHEHEAN”

Keith laughed along with him. “Alright, I think I can live with that,” he smiled down at him. He wanted to kiss Lance’s blushing cheeks, and he almost did before remembering the other 5 in the room.

He felt Lance’s ribs under his fingertips, and he dug into them a little more, making sure to press in-between the bones. He used both hands to play Lance like a twin piano with keys to the left and right. The blue paladin’s laughter became shrill at his upper ribs, and Keith was a little resentful that he couldn’t really get at Lance’s underarms while he was in this position.

Although, there was a place Keith wanted to try. He moved his hands slowly to Lance’s neck, dragging his fingertips gently the whole way. He began wiggling his digits against the soft skin there, causing Lance to scrunch up and start giggling. He tickled the right side of his neck, and watched Lance try to trap his hand between his head and shoulder. He tickled the left, and Lance did the same. When he tickled both sides of his neck, however, Lance tried to pull his head into his body like a turtle and wrenched his eyes shut.

Keith laughed again. He didn’t think Lance would’ve been able to be taken down by a few light touches on his neck (or his thighs, but that was another matter).

He didn’t want to keep at his neck too long, since that was a dangerous place to linger for a few reasons, but he didn’t want to be done quite yet. He decided to give his neck a break, and figured that it was a gamble for the next spot. Either it wouldn’t be ticklish and he’d have to move fast, or Lance would be even more adorable just by default.

Keith brought his hands to Lance’s ears and lightly brushed his fingers on their undersides on the thin skin and around the outside ridge of each one.

He played his cards right.

Lance’s giggles became effervescent as he scrunched up his face and turned his head from side to side as Keith’s heart melted.

“Nope, you can’t escape it now,” Keith teased quietly.

“Kehehehihith cohohome ohohohon…” Lance whined, but not for him to stop. He just… he couldn’t handle being teased.

Keith stayed tickling his ears for a few moments, before deciding that there wasn’t enough of a canvas to work with. He withdrew his hands, trying to figure out where to strike next. Hm.

“Do you think he’s done?” Keith heard Coran whisper to Hunk.

“He shouldn’t be, he’s forgetting a couple key spots,” he said back.

Keith grinned. Right. He slid off of Lance, who didn’t move right away.

All he did was ask, “are you done?” But not even in a tone conveying annoyance, just simply a question posed as if asking the time.

“Not yet, turn over,” Keith told him, and Lance froze, blush returning to his face.

“Come on, Lance!” Hunk encouraged.

“Yeah, it’s for science!” Pidge supported.

“And inter-cultural studies!” Allura chimed in.

“I’m writing as fast as I can!” Coran yelled in a hurry, apparently marking down everything that occurred.

“Come on, Lance, do it!” even Shiro was getting in on it.

Keith smiled down at him. “Come on, either you turn over or I go back to your stomach…” he raised a claw-shaped hand over him.

Lance groaned and flipped himself over, but Keith caught the smile on his face too. Lance was even biting his lip to keep from grinning more.

Keith sat on Lance’s thighs, facing his feet. He grabbed one of Lance’s legs and pulled his foot back towards him, eventually grabbing onto his left ankle. He pulled off Lance’s sneaker, and held it tighter before descending five wiggling fingers onto his upturned sole.

Lance erupted into laughter the instant Keith made contact.

“AHAHAHA KEHEHEHIHIHITH WHAHAHA—COHOHOME OHOHON”

The red paladin shook his head, chuckling and smiling fondly. He spidered his fingers along Lance’s arch, sliding farther down his legs so he could put more weight on Lance’s calves so he wouldn’t need to hold onto his ankle.

Lance felt fingers dancing as close to the base of his toes as they could get with how tightly they were curled. He shrieked with laughter as he tried to kick his foot out of Keith’s grasp, but it was held tight.

Keith smiled, and laid his leg over Lance’s spare one, holding it down with his weight. He leaned forward, and with the hand that was tickling his foot Keith pulled his toes back and held it in place. He was practically sitting on the back of his knees as he took his now free hand and tickled his stretched-out sole.

Lance continued his high-pitched laughter as he began clawing at the cool tile of the floor. Keith scratched along his cotton-covered arches, and Lance went limp with loud giggles bubbling out of his mouth as if he was a popped bottle of champagne.

Keith could’ve tickled him there forever, if only just to hear him laugh like that until the end of time.

He moved his nimble fingers to his heels and brushed around the edge, and Lance’s laughter became fuller again as he shot up, propped up on his elbows, eyes wrenched shut and face flushed.

Keith snickered at the instant reaction, and he was amazed that Lance hadn’t even said the word “stop” at any point. Keith knew that they were about equal in strength, but Lance never made a move to push him off…

Keith’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt clumsy fingers at his sides. He fought back his own laughter as Lance tried to retaliate. He had managed to bring himself up far enough so he could reach Keith, but he could barely do so.

However, it was enough for Keith’s incredibly sensitive sides. He started losing focus from the light touches, and as he arched his back and removed his hands from Lance’s feet, beginning to laugh himself, the tables were turned. Lance was able to roll out from under him and tackled him, situating himself on top this time.

“Write that down, write that down!” Allura was lightly smacking Coran’s arm out of excitement.

“Is that legal?” Coran asked Pidge and Hunk.

Pidge smiled, “all is fair in love and tickling.”

Coran nodded seriously, and continued jotting it down in his notepad.

Lance smirked down at Keith, who was sprawled out on his back with Lance pinning down his legs with his own. He was panting heavily and his face was deeply colored red, but his eyes were bright and happy.

“You know…” the blue paladin began quietly, and Keith had the impression that the words were not meant for the others to hear. “I could get my revenge right here, right now.”

Keith would’ve been worried, if not for the fact that everything other than Lance’s voice was conveying pure joy.

“Or… we could run back to my room and I could tell you things that would probably be good for both of us.”

Keith nodded quickly. “Yes. Let’s go do that.”

The two jumped up and began running out of the room before they heard—

“Think that’s good blackmail Shiro?”

Lance and Keith froze, and looked back at Pidge with wide eyes.

“I wonder what I can use this for…” she pondered aloud with mock-innocence.

“You were recording that?” both paladins asked simultaneously in embarrassment.

She smirked. “Remember that the next time I ask for the cookie jar,” she laughed. “Because who knows… it might just get broadcast to an entire planet, then they’ll know that the great Blue Paladin of Voltron is incredibly ticklish.”

Lance began walking towards her. “You wouldn’t…”

“Oh, I think we both know I would, and that I’ve had enough of your discrimination against people under 66 inches tall,” she teased in a sing-song voice.

Lance cracked his knuckles, walking closer to her, who didn’t back down. “Keith? Wanna help me here?”

Keith grinned evilly, “it would be my pleasure.”

“Oh my gosh!” Allura cried out, smiling largely and stopping the two in their tracks. “I just remembered something, Coran!”

Her advisor looked at her as well. “Kitziwch, right?”

“Yes!” she smiled, and the paladins could see right through her act. “We do have a word in Altean for that, it’s ‘Kitziwch’.”

Lance and Keith blinked at each other.

“You know, Keith, I think she knew all along. I think she tricked us into this!” The blue paladin said with mock-surprise.

Keith fake-gasped in return. “I think you’re right! But what do we do about Pidge and her blackmail, and Allura?”

“I do not know, there’s only two of us…”

“But there’s also two of them…”

“Fair point, buddy, so what ever shall we do?”

Keith grinned. “I think we have one clear option.”

“Shall we attack to defend our honor?” Lance readied his stance.

Keith followed suit, “absolutely.”

#voltron tickling #klance #tickling #tickle fic #ticklish!lance #ticklish!keith #filled #lance mcclain #keith kogane #vld tickling #mine #jeezus there's so much tickling in this #a good thing abt not being able to say the word and not always being able to type it:#is that i have to get creative with my descriptions lmao

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