#mischief gifs

[bodyswapmischief]

Glitch in the System: The Gif Prison

(This story is for @axeegliter. The plot was inspired by an idea he proposed to me. I hope you enjoy the story!)

Tyler looked down at his body. “Where ... I'm I.” He spoke as his mind felt cloudy. He saw that he was wearing a wrestler singlet. It looked funny on his body because he wasn't athletic enough to be wearing this, or so he thought. He wasn't scrawny or fat. He was just average; a little bloated from last night's big meal. And, he was perfectly fine with that. Even though he never worked out, he wasn't weak. He could see himself developing a dad bod as he got older, but he didn't mind. He loved doing other things with his time instead of spending his whole life at a gym to look like a Greek statue. So, as Tyler looked down, he couldn't help but be confused. “What the fuck am I wearing?” He snapped the straps of the spandex uniform. 

His father came walking in. His father was the opposite of him. He was a coach and personal trainer all of Tyler's life. “You really did no training? Tyler, this is the big match, and you look like this! No muscle! You are gonna get your ass kicked.” It was still hard to think for Tyler. The world around him was moving so fast, but his body and mind were moving so slow. “Dad? What are you doing here? Where am I? What match? ... I never joined the wrestling team.” Tyler thought back about his early high-school years and how his father was so disappointed that Tyler lied about trying out for any team. 

“It's too late to cry about this boy. Time to get your ass beat like a man of your word. You agreed to this fight ... time to see it through. Just walk to the ring.” His father spoke sternly. Before Tyler could speak, he was in a long hallway with a bright light at one end. With every step, he could hear the roaring cheer of an audience. An announcer began to introduce him, and the cheering grew louder. He felt a pit in his stomach as he got closer to the light. He knew thousands of eyes would be on him, but he didn't want that. He never wanted to be the center of attention. He took a step into the light, and a blast of loud music made him jump.

Tyler jumped out of bed. The hallway was gone. The bright light was gone. He looked down at his body and saw his shirtless torso. The wrestling singlet was nowhere to be seen. He was getting a bit sick and dizzy from the quick wake-up. But, he realized the loud music was pounding against his wall. Tyler groaned when an energetic person began to talk as the music started to wrap up. “Welcome, Bros! Today, I'm gonna run through a 2 hour workout that you can get done at home to keep you toned on days you can't get to the gym for that sweet pump!” 

Tyler sat on his bed, his heart slowly calming down from the intense state of panic. He realized how hot he was and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Fuck, that was an intense nightmare.” He finally gained enough energy to get up and deal with reality. The loud noise of the TV was filling up his room. He got up and began to stretch and found a shirt to put on. He felt gross from the sweat that was on his body caused by the panicked state of the nightmare. He gathered some clothes to go take a shower and get changed. Doing one last yawn he walked out of his dorm room and got ready to face what he suspected would be on the other side of the door.

Tyler instantly rolled his eyes as he saw that he was right. He saw Ryan shirtless in a pair of workout shorts. The thuds of his heavy muscular body shook the room as he followed the exercises done on the online video. Ryan was a himbo jock that Tyler was, unfortunately, paired up with this year at the dorms. It wasn't that Ryan was a bad roommate for the most part. It was more that they had nothing in common. Even worse, Ryan just couldn't figure that out. Ryan would try to get Tyler to hang out with him. He invited him to come work out or join him at parties, but Tyler often rejected his offer. The main time they would hang out was when they had nothing better to do and a game was on. Although, Tyler saw some benefit of having a himbo for a friend. It was through him that he found his girlfriend, and he did help Tyler's social game.

Ryan muted the video. With his signature smile, the jock began to speak. “Yo! Ty, you up! Wanna join me on this workout!” Tyler looked at Ryan like a grumpy cat awoken from a deep slumber. “No Ryan ... Ideally, I'd like to still be asleep. Why are you blasting this video at 6:10 in the morning.” He spoke like a parent scolding a child. Ryan rubbed the back of his head. “It's a holiday and the gym was closed ... I need to get my morning work out in.” He blushed as he explained his thought process. 

“Yes, Ryan, it's a holiday ... and don't you think people would love some rest.” Ryan sighed as he pinched the top of his nose. “Look, just lower it! I don't want other people complaining about the noise. I'm gonna take a shower cause apparently I've done enough sweating in my sleep.” As Ryan spoke, he was caught off guard as it looked like the man in the video was looking at him. Even though it was muted, it felt like the man was listening to him and analyzing, as he continued to work out. 

“I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking ... I just need to get my workout in.” Ryan apologized. “Just keep down.” Tyler said, walking out to go to dorms shared restroom. Looking back at the screen, he watched as the man teasingly took off his shirt, almost mocking Tyler's lack of fitness.” 

Tyler would come back to his dorm and see that his friend was still working out. He tried  to avoid looking at the video. He couldn't explain it, but it felt like some sort of survival instinct was telling him not to look. He went back onto his bed and scrolled a bit on his phone. Looking at the time, he knew that he had to meet Nora for lunch later that day. The best part of it being a holiday meant no classes and more time to spend with his girlfriend. But that was still hours away. He yawned from waking up so early. “I could still get an hour or two of sleep.” He thought to himself. 

He fell into the void until he jerked awake. “What time is it?” He groaned. His head felt strange. It was like he couldn't think. He swung his arms to grab his phone. His arms felt heavy. He brought the phone to his face and saw scribbles where the time would be. He looked out the window and saw that it's dark. He decided to speak to his phone instead. “Siri what time?” He struggles to think about what to say. “The time is 6:00 A.M” Siri responds. “Can't be right. Why me talk weird.” He worried, as his thoughts seemed to he filtered out to talk like some kind of cave man. 

He gets up and tries to walk over to the restroom. But, his body moves to the dorm’s shared room. Tyler tries to fight, but his body is acting on its own. He turns on his phone and starts a video. And then he sees his body. He looks like a dumbed himbo version of himself. He screams in his head. His worst nightmare is happening. He tried to scream for help from Ryan, but he wondered if that idiot would even know what to do. His body starts talking by itself. “Hello! And welcome to me video ... we work out, and you get ripped like me!” He says as idiotically as possible. He starts to work out. He internally screams in pain as he feels his body working to the limit. But, after a while, it begins to feel good. He wanted to see how much more pain he could push through. And then the workout alarm echoed throughout the room. He tries to turn it off but can't. “Why no stop!” He panics.

Then he opened his eyes and shot out of bed. His heart was racing. He looked around his room and found his phone. He grabbed it and looked at the time. Heart still racing, he realized it was all a dream and he had 30 minutes before he was supposed to meet up with his girlfriend. He got up and looked at himself. He was in his normal body. He felt some relief. But, a part of him was also disappointed. He felt weak. “No ... stop that ... you are happy with your body ... you don't need to be a gym head. It was just a nightmare. You didn't like it. You don't like it.” He spoke to himself as he got up and put on some casual clothes and went to the cafeteria to meet up with Nora. 

Sitting at the table waiting for Nora, Tyler couldn't stop thinking about his nightmares. How easily he could have been a jock if he listened to his father. Sometimes, he was jealous of how simple-minded Ryan was. He'd admit that in those seconds, being buff wouldn't be the worst thing ever. But, then another thought entered his head. The images of the man from the workout video. He couldn't shake him out of his mind. A warning deep in his soul screamed out. “Damn, get a hold of yourself ... what is wrong with you?” He whispers to himself. 

Mid thought, Nora walked up on him. “What's on your mind?” She says as she wraps her arms around Tyler, from behind. He jumped from the surprise and turned around. He wrapped Nora in his arms and gave her a kiss. “Nothing ... Today has just been strange. How have you been?” He smiled, trying to stop his mind from racing. Nora talked about her morning. She was happy that she could sleep in and finish some homework. As she talked, she couldn't help but notice that Tyler kept slipping in and out of his own mind. “Are you sure you are okay?” She said with a tone of concern. 

“Um ... yeah ... sorry.” Tyler slowly swam back to reality. “It's just ... I don't know ... today has been weird. Like I've had two nightmares today, and they both kinda revolved around the same thing.” Tyler began to explain. He began to go into detail. As he talked, he tried to find any meaning. But, he was also a little bothered by the fact Nora was looking at her phone. “Are you even listening?” He sighed. “Yes? I can look at my phone and listen. Your first dream could be like some daddy issues.” She teased as she looked up from her phone. “And, maybe the second dream is you just being annoyed at Ryan for waking you up too early.” She tried to be helpful. Tyler sits in the following seconds of silence

“Damn!” Nora let out as she almost choked on her drink. “What is it?” Tyler looked up at her. “It's nothing...” Nora tried to move the conversation along. “Come on, just let me see.” Tyler begged. “Fine ...” Nora said a bit hesitantly. “It's just some fitness influencer ... a gif of him flexing. He's been all over social media. I just didn't expect to see him on my reel.” She explained. Tyler mind snapped as he watched the same man from the video Ryan was watching earlier today. He felt jealous ... an emotion he hardly felt.

“Oh ... I see ... you think he's hot cause he's ripped ... not like me.” He pouted. “Come on, Tyler, don't make this something it's not. I like you and your body ... the gif just got me off guard.” Nora sighed. “Yeah but I'd bet you'd like me more if I was ripped ... If I had a body like Ryan. If I was the athlete my dad wanted to be.” Tyler got up and started speaking loudly, making a bit of a scene. “Tyler I don't know what's up with you today ... but knock it off. You know, none of that is true. You are good the way you are. Knock it off before you ruin the day.” Nora said, getting more annoyed at the situation. “Well Nora! Maybe I don't want to just be good. Maybe I want to be great.” He said as he stormed off. 

Tyler rushed back into his dorm. “Okay asshole. You want to mess with me. Well fuck you. I'll use you to get ripped ... see your stupid videos and show that it's nothing to fucking brag about. I'll show that you can be ripped and not be some fucking attention whore.” Tyler cussed as he started pulling up the same YouTube video that Ryan on. He stopped himself aa he realized how much his blood was boiling. “What the fuck is wrong with me ... this is not me. Why am I so mad? Why is this getting under my skin?” He said holding his head in his hands and trying to fight his thoughts.

The video began to play, and the man began to speak. “It's okay, Tyler ... I'm here to help.” Tyler was shocked as he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw that the world around him turned into a gym. The man from the video was there looking into his eyes. “What the fuck ... this is another dream ... I just gotta wake up.” Tyler panics. “Maybe it is ... maybe it isn't. But, either way this is your home now.” The man smirked. Tyler felt frozen in place.  “This ... it's not possible...” Tyler continues. 

“Tyler, Tyler, Tyler, it's okay. Trust me ... I'm here to help. I was just like you. Just an average guy ... I got trapped in this same room. Now look at me ... online health influencer, a personal trainer, and more. People love me, and I love the attention they give me. I love that by watching me and my body, I give them hope. And, now I offer you the same experience.” The man smiles and flaunts his body.

“B...b...but I don't want this. I just want to get out of here.” Tyler stuttered. “I think I phrased something wrong. This is not your choice. The choice has been made for you. But to be honest, you wouldn't be here if this wasn't some you wanted. I've been watching you. What was it you said ... you'd use me to get ripped to show me up? And, what about your dream? Wouldn't life be easier if all you cared about was getting a good pump like your friend. And, you always looked up to your father ... don't you want to finally make him proud.”  The man smirked. The words stung Tyler's mind. The man was right. “No! You've done something to me! I didn't want this ... I like who I am. Why did you put these thoughts in my head.” Tyler yelled. The man lightly repetitively slapped Tyler's face. “You'll see in time ... this is what you wanted. This is what you were meant to become.” The man walked away and began to vanish.

As the man left, Tyler finally felt control of his body return as he fell to his knees. He looked around for an exit, but there were no doors or windows. He began to rush around the perimeter of the gym, but nothing showed itself to be a secert way out. He was trapped. He banged on the walls and cried out to be let out. The room let out a ringing sound, and his body froze up again. He was not in control as it moved towards a set of dumbells. He began to lift them. His arms worked out until he was sore. A line appeared on his chest, and he fell to the floor as he regained control of his body. Another ringing sound filled the room, and his body went on autopilot. Another set of reps was done. The pain increased as his arms still didn't have time to recover. Another line appeared on his chest. The process continued over and over. The lines on his chest were changing, becoming obvious that they were roman numerals. Tyler was trapped in his body internally, screaming for it to stop. He was fighting hard to gain some control. The number on his chest reached 72, and he fell to the floor. He tried to lift himself up, but the pain in his arms prevented him from doing so. 

He looked up as he heard footsteeps approaching him. “What the fuck did you do to me! Let me out! You sick bastard!” Tyler screamed through the pain and exhaustion. The man laughed. “And, why would I do that? I just came to say you are doing great! The audience loves you.” Tyler choked on his exhaustion. “Audience...” The man chuckled. “You still haven't pieced it together. You are stuck in a gif. That number is the view count. People are sharing you as we speak. You'll be on workout forums. You body will be blasted on thirst trap forums. I might even share your clip on my personal channel. And, everytime someone watches you ... this gif ... you will be compelled to do the same movement over and over again. “Fuck you! I'll find a way out of this ... I'll kill you.” Tyler growled. The man walk over and squated down. “Well good luck with that, soon to be big guy.” He patted Tyler's back.

His body froze up once again. He continued the process. But, it wouldn't stop. The number on his chest kept getting higher. He could feel the muscles in his arms and chest rip and heal. The tears of the pain were disgused by the sweat running down his face. He hated it. He could only stare at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't know how long he'd been here. But, he already saw changes in his body. His arms looked more toned. Hours ... days ... weeks passed. Tyler wasn't sure as keeping track of time was impossible. The number would finally reach over 1,000, and he stopped. He fell back onto the floor. His arms and chest burning in intense pain. “Nobody must be watching!” He coughed out after not talking for what felt like an eternity. 

He needed to get up. This was his time to find a way out. He couldn't take much more. He tried to lift himself up, but the pain was too great. His heart beat faster he used thst pain to fuel his rage. He needed to push. And, he did. He used all his strength to lift himself up. But, he was surprised. It didn't hurt. It felt good. A good sore feeling. As he stood still, the intense pain returned. He screamed out. He let the pain fuel him again and pick up the dumbell, and threw it against the wall, hoping it would crack and reveal an exit. But, the wall remained undamaged. Tyler winced in preparation to feel more pain from what he did. But, again, that good sore feeling filled his body. He lifted the other dumbell and did some reps. The intense stabbing pain decreased. “Fuck! It's like my body is addicted to working out. If I stop ... it's too painful.” He went to a leg press machine and started working put. He sat there and started thinking of a plan. But, before anything could be done ... a ringing sound filled the gym and he was back into the gif loop.

The number kept rising. His body was becoming more addicted to lifting. Thinking became pointless. The sore feeling relaxed his mind. There was no point in thinking of friends, family, or a way out. He was trapped. It could have been years at this point. He didn't know if this was real. Maybe he was dead, and this was hell. The only thing he could do to keep himself sane was count every set and rep. Then the number would stop, and the pain would come back. He'd stuggle to the nearest machine to work out ... to relieve himself from the pain. Over this time, his body would transform. He had to assume it had been years as he looked older.  His arms began to curve into thick biceps and blouderish shoulders. His chest jutted out in a shelf of muscle. His torso chiseled itself as sweat washed down his body. His thighs thickened with hard muscle. And, his legs began to get well defined. The number on his chest just continued to rise.

Something finally snapped in Tyler's mind. As the number grew on his chest, he realized how many people watched him. How many people lusted over him. How many people saw his gif and got inspired to work out. He felt proud. The pain began to feel good. Working out felt as necessary as breathing did. He'd look in his reflection and loved the man he saw. After the last round of gif play throughs. He walked up to the mirror. The pain felt good. He flexed. The man from the video appeared behind him and rubbed his chest. “I think you are ready for the next step.” He smiled. 

[fatmagic]

[magical-fox]

New fun little spell development: the beam the beam the beam the beam

[knightprincess]

The Mischief of the 501st (Oneshot)

Synopsis: Ever wonder what mischief the boys in blue get up to? Pairing: None Words: Just over 2k Requested by: Im Busy Sleep on Quotev

The war was tough; no one could deny it. If the constant terrors and trauma of the war itself didn't get to those on the front lines, then the traveling from battlefield to battlefield did. Being stuck on the same ships, surrounded by dura steel walls and grated or black shiny floors, greeted with the same colors of hyperspace and the same droids wandering the never-ending halls. The threat of danger looming around every corner, even when on shore leave. 

There were some, however, who could brighten even the worst of battles, whether that be by telling jokes, speaking their minds at the most inopportune times, pulling pranks around the halls of the cruisers, or even answering questions with sarcasm. A few could impersonate like no other, whether of their commanding Jedi, random Civvi's or Senators, or occasionally each other. Comet from the 104th was particularly good at impersonating members of the Jedi order, both old and young. There has yet to be another who could beat his impression of Master Yoda. Waxer and Boil could beat the most when it comes to sarcasm. In contrast, Gregor could win over anyone with his flirtatious ways and lack of mind filters. If he thought something, it was guaranteed he would voice it, regardless of whether he ended up offending someone. 

The Coruscant Gaurd didn't lack in humor. Although at first look, they appeared serious and as if they didn't know the meaning of fun, that was anything but the truth. Fox and Thorn were always in a playful battle for the grand prize of the best coffee mug. Thire could often be found dancing down the halls, especially on quiet days. Hound was always fussing the massiffs, throwing anything he was sure they would chase, whereas Stone, more often than not, was flirting with the senators or playing pranks on the rest of the guard. There was a tally in the main office to see who tripped over the most when out in the field, and Fox had an assassination plot going, although no one knew if he was serious about it. 

But none could beat the 501st, especially for mischievous antics. The 501st were considered among the best troopers the GAR had to offer, alongside the 104th and 212th. Their mischief was almost legendary, even more so when their commanding Jedi, Anakin Skywalker, and his padawan Ahsoka Tano, would join in. It was almost a running joke among the GAR now. Wherever the 501st was, chaos and mischief would be close behind. Their antics away from the battlefield never seemed to fail to draw an eye roll out of Wolffe and get even the grumpiest bar hoppers at 79's to smile. There was no end to their mischief. 

If one were to ask Ahsoka what her favorite prank or joke was, she'd always say there were too many to list. Anakin would say the most annoying by far was the helmet switch-a-roo, especially when it happened on the battlefield. Fives and Echo had started it; at first, no one noticed anything was up; both Arc Troopers had continued their duty as the other. But that changed when Obi-wan requested Fives to accompany him for something, and only for whom he believed to be Echo followed instead. Ahsoka had chuckled upon the pair removing their helmets to reveal Fives had indeed followed the instruction given. 

Jesse and Kix would often switch helmets, although they did nothing more than that. Tup joined a few times with Hardcase, occasionally with Dogma when the other didn't pay attention. Rex had caught on eventually, although he didn't do anything other than shake his head and continue as normal. 

Pranks on each other weren't out of the question, either. A few times, Anakin had walked into the barracks to find blaster holes in the walls and a pair of troopers hiding in the corner. When asked what happened, a list of things was given depending on the troopers. Jesse and Kix said once there was a fly with a bazooka, and Fives and Echo said there was a spider; when asked why they shot at it, both simply replied it had more legs than them. Tup and Hardcase said something about ghosts or some flying creatures, depending on how creative they were that day. Appo had by far been the oddest answer; he didn't say any creature or anything with a weapon, merely stating the force made him do it. 

Ahsoka hadn't escaped the chaos either. Normally, the pranks on her were more playful and usually occurred around her birthday and Life Day. They would be silly things, like adding tinsel to her Jedi robes or baubles on the ends of her montrals. Other times, they'd wake her up by singing Happy Birthday or Life Day songs as loudly as possible, normally off-key. If, by chance, they were on shore leave when Life Day or Ahsoka's birthday rolled around, they'd simply com her with the pitchless songs or ask someone with technical skills to hack her communicator and datapad. 

Anakin, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. Armor and Helmet Switch-A-Roo were the tame jokes, as were the barracks ones. The troopers of the 501st weren't above playing the long game or roping both Rex and Ahsoka into helping. By far, their longest ongoing prank was the beeping devices. Several of them had been strategically placed, one in his barracks, another in the conference rooms, aboard his ship, in his quarts at the temple, and, of course, at the apartment he shared with Padme. The last of which Padme had placed herself. All the little devices were motion-activated and would send out a medium-pitched beep every few minutes. 

The one in the conference room had also gotten to Obi-Wan, Cody, and Mace Windu. The three Jedi had been annoyed by the constant beep, even more so when they couldn't find its source. Cody had been, too, until Rex clued him in on what was happening. From then on, Cody, like Rex, would say he didn't hear anything when asked about the beep. The beep joke had gone on for almost eighteen months before Anakin finally found one of the devices. 

Dogma was another who had been on the receiving end of jokes due to his determination to follow all rules and orders. Although the trooper had caught on quickly, it wasn't before he'd asked a few dumb questions to his commanding Jedi. After that, the jokes had been simple ones: hair dye in shampoo, wrapping everything in cellophane and tin foil, and occasionally, they'd gift wrap everything. Plastic cups of water or Jawa juice, all of them glued together to make it impossible to move on without spilling the others. 

Dogma would respond in kind, normally by hiding one boot or blaster. Occasionally, on his daring days, he'd wake up after everyone had gone to sleep and put the hand of those who pranked him in a bowl of water before settling to sleep again. He'd always wake up with a grin the following day, especially if there were a round of swearing greeting him. 

If you questioned if the other legions were safe from the antics of the 501st, then your answer was no. Fox and the Coruscant Gaurd had been caught so many times that they practically had a warning about it for new shinnies in the main office. Not to mention Jesse, Fives, and Echo had been put in detention so many times the trio had their own cell. The three had been arrested often enough. All Rex had to say when retrieving them was, "I'm here for my Arc Troopers." 

Wolffe had been the victim of a few air horn pranks; normally, early in the morning, he'd find the one rigged to the refresher door. Hardcase was normally the one daring enough to slip a whoopee cushion or two in Wolffe's seat at 79's. To say the commander of the 104th had been tempted to throw the culprits from the highest skyscraper was an understatement.

Fives and Echo would also be the first to dare Gregor to do something. The Commando never turned down a dare or a bet, even when the results were disastrous. The flirty Clone had done everything; his favorite was the strip tease on the bar of 79's. Even more so when it had gone down in history, the story was almost legendary among the younger cadets. 

Howzer, too, had been on the receiving end of jokes, as had Cody. Both had undergone changes to their armor more times than they could count normally when they were drunk. Thorn of the Coruscant Guard had also been on the receiving end of it. Normally, it was the color being changed. A few times, Cody's had resembled that of Clone Force 99 instead of the sunrise yellow he normally adorned. Howzer's teal normally changed to different shades of green and blue, normally accompanied by random doodles of hearts, smiley faces, cat ears, and anything else the trio of Jesse, Kix, and Tup could think of. 

The Jedi weren't safe either, especially the other Padawans, when Ahsoka roamed the halls of the temple. The young Cal Kestis had his hair braided in a way similar to Quinlan Vos; a yellow strip had been carefully pained across his face, too. Caleb Dume had his robes switched out for modified clone armor, referred to as JP-8376, much to the confusion of the young padawan. Others had found their datapads had been tampered with or codes to their rooms had been changed. A few had been on the receiving end of things being glued down or gift-wrapped. 

Barris Offee hadn't gotten away either, despite being Ahsoka's best friend. Her lightsaber had been replaced with dummy ones, the names of contacts on her communicator had been changed to random things, her cloak had been dyed a multitude of colors, and she had alarms going off at different hours of the night. Thankfully, the pranks never extended to the battlefield. 

The Knights and Masters hadn't gotten away. With help from the clones who had a talent for impersonations. Several Knights and Masters had been set all over the galaxy. Young Knights had been set on wild goose chases around the temple and sometimes the senate building. Older, more experienced knights had been sent off the world or been told their lightsabers or Jedi fighter jets were being recalled for some reason or another. The masters had been convinced Yoda had new assignments for them, only to find the Grand Master and be met with confusion. 

It took a while for anyone at the temple to realize Ahsoka and Anakin were behind the many pranks and confusion. Occasionally, they were helped by the Clones and Obi-Wan when he caught on, Plo and Quinlan helped on the occasions they were around during the chaos. 

The Senators hadn't been safe either. With the normal culprits of the 501st switching out their blue-painted armor for the red of the Coruscant Guard, they caused havoc in the senate building. Anything from "escorting" senators places only to go the wrong way. Purposely mixing up names or singing the most annoying songs possible. Tripping through doors as a way to impersonate Rex's talent. Conducting random searches for "suspicious items", even causing lockdowns by tripping fire alarms or messing with the security system. They'd rig random alarms to go off at different times and play havoc with the droids around the mushroom-shaped building. By far, the favorite was playing bumper cars with the Senate pods. 

No civvies escaped the chaos. If there were racing events happening, it was only a matter of time before the boys of the 501st appeared. Many times, there had been speeder chases or taxi jumping. It's been rumored Hardcase started a cult in the lower levels (although nothing has been confirmed). Poppers had been set off near 79's and other bars around the planet-wide city, and car chases had taken place when the Coruscant Guard had attempted to catch the rowdy lot. Every button on the elevators had been pressed, and trains had become another means of transport to jump to and from. 

When the 501st are around, pranks, chaos, and mayhem will follow with havoc sprinkled in. No one is safe from the pranks and jokes the boys in blue pull, especially when Anakin and Ahsoka are around to throw fuel on the burning fire. 

Knight Princess Masterlist

[mischief-makers-fe3h]

Whooooo's ready for a fun time? (Or who's still procrastinating haha shhh don't worry Yuri's not already in your house and shaking his head, don't worry.)

Claude and Linhardt are curious, what's everyone creating? Art? Fic (Sylvain is looking disrespectfully)? Maybe something even our cunning lads haven't thought of?

[hazashiovo]

Sarcastic number 9 With Aemond please 💗🙏🏽

You ask you shall receive!

"Do you want to fuck me or kill me?"

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Ps:this is gonna be a bit long, I like flavouring my fics🤭

It was simple, honestly, you and the prince allways one at each others troaths. Even so, everyone could feel the tension between the two of you.

It didn't matter if it was in a room or even outside. When you and Aemond shared a space the air got thiner and atmosphere dark.

It made sense, you being the oldest daughter of Daemon Targaryen, having his blood and a lot of his personality traits.

People often saw your father in you, you even looked alike, the one my problem was, you were a bastard.

The basic story, your father slept with the mom you don't know to this day and had you, he took you and raised you.

Fortunately you looked identical to him, but it was very suspicious that a few years later Daemon showed up with a mini him. Back to the story.

You like your dragon a lot, so that made Aemond pretty jealous. I mean, he had no dragon and you were so happily racing yours with his brother?

Whenever he said your name a bitter taste laid in his mouth. But how good he felt when he got the largest dragon alive, he felt like he kicked you in the face with a bold move as such.

When his nephew,Lucerys, bow your step-brother, took his eye you stood by, simply watching it unfold.

You found it amusing so you didn't interfere.

Because of that, many called you unwell in the head, but you only took those as compliments, making you more unique than Alicent or the other basic people that talk shit at court.

As years passed and you got older, and in many people's eyes, more attractive, you became even more wild.

You adored chaos, violence and having enemies.

Daemon could never be more proud, especially since you disobey him pretty frequently, that kinda sucks,but it shows him your from head to toe his daughter.

Not a day passes that he thanks himself for taking you with him.

What more can he ask?

Most of the time Otto, refers to you as a devil, while Alicent glares in disgust. Oh how you wish to wipe that smug of their faces.

You considered killing Alicent and her father, but than were would be the fun in watching them fuck up everything?

What you found more funny is when Aegon had company over, oh how many times you caught him fucking like a rabbit. He often suggested you to join in which you replied that if you will, by the next morning he will wake up next to his severed cock.

You laughs at face he made, sometimes you terrified even him.

Years went on and Daemon married Rhaenyra. You liked her, she was a nice company. This was, of course after Laena died, you liked Laena to, after all she was the one who gifted you your dragon as a child.

You were taught high Valeryan, but also sword fight and battle strategy. If anyone said anything about you marrying some excuse of a man you or your father would bring their tongue for a collection.

In concussion danger and chaos was written all over you.

Fortunately, you didn't spend much time in kings landing, since your family lived at Dragon Stone.

But the few times you visited you would constantly challenge the second prince.

Making rude remarks, insulting his mother whenever you got the chance.

But now that the king died? Now that Aegon usurped the throne, oh how you waited for this.

It saddened you to hear that Rhaenyra lost her baby,and your half sister.

It even raged you the reason.

You blamed Aegon, now you wanted to kill him.

It's funny how you don't actually need a reason to fuel your urge to kill.

Soon enough, Rhaenyra took the rightful crown, having a lot of houses support her.

At first she wanted to send Lucerys and Jacaerys, but Daemon suggested sending you alone.

"No,we both know how it could end if (Name) went alone, it would automatically start a war."

Daemon smirked, how he loved the reputation you carved out for yourself, but he didn't give up, in fact, he hoped you would start a war. To fuel his dragon blood for adrenaline and murder.

"Than perhaps she should acompany young Lucerys, you never know what could happen. My queen."

Barely convincing her she let the two of you go.

Before sending you, she made the two of you to promise not to go as fighters.

You went as lucerys's protector. With one final hug, Rhaenyra gave Luke the paper with her declaration and send you on your way.

Daemon nodded at you as you smirked, mischief on your face.

Once you landed and noticed Vhagar excitement took over you. If he was here ,it means the greens got ahead of you.

After you were brought inside, your eyes landed on Aemond.

Luke spoke with Boros, but you payd no mind, your eyes stuck on the white haired prince. Next to him stood a girl.

She's ugly, you thought. Even in your thoughts you were mean and unmercifully.

Soon enough things started getting heated. You only snaped back to reality when Boros yelled.

"Remind me of my father's oath?!"

his voice echoed, of course after the master read him the paper. The stupid fuck didn't even know how to read. You rolled your eyes at his tone.

You were so close to cuting his tongue off, he dares insult the queen in such manner?

You acoffed in annoyance, Aemonds eye resting peacefull on your form.

Boros continued,

"At least king Aegon came with an offer, a marriage proposal, what do you have to give child?"

You chuckled, grabing the attention of Boros and the rest of the people in the room, including Luke, who pleaded with his eyes for you to say nothing stupid.

"You call that usurper but when your rightful queen calls for you oath to her you insult her? Even more, dare request a marriage with one of her children in exchange for something you should respect?"

Oh he heard all about you, the vicious chaotic daughter of Daemon Targaryen. He didn't expect you to be here, but he knew you were your fathers flesh and blood, which scared him if he was to be honest, but if course, he would never admit it.

"You have something to say, girl? For what I know there is only one King sitting on the iron Throne, in which your mother claims to be heir but has no throne?"

A smile makes its way to your face.

"Perhaps I should bring your head to my father, but unfortunately not today... unfortunately, I swore not to come here to fight.Lucky for you, my, Lord."

The last words rolling of your tongue with venom and danger lacing them.

Your eyes look over to Aemond, you could notice how his jaw clenched in annoyance.

You only wished to challenge him further.

"After all... This happens to traitors, who work hand in hand with usurpers."

You smile viciously.

"You dare come into MY house and threaten ME?"

The Baratheon's angry voice filled the quiet room.

"Perhaps I should cut your throat in your sleep, my lord~"

Adding fire to oil, you added.

Luke looked so done with you, he knew you shouldn't have come.

"GET out! Both of you now!"

Boros yelled, not knowing if he should feel safe in his own home anymore.

"Wait."

Oh how you waited for this, you turned around, at the same time with Luke the moment you head the white haired princes's voice.

"My Lord strong,"

He continued, oh how you know he was looking for trouble. You smirked, finally some excitement.

"Did you really think, that you could just fly above the realm, trying to steal my brothers throne at no cost."

You stepped closer to Luke,noticing how Aemonds his eye lingered on you for a bit to long.

"I will not fight you,I came here as a messaged, not a soldier." Luke spoke, glancing at you. He saw the mischief in your eyes, and he was eager to leave as fast as possible before anything can go more bad then this.

"A fight would be a little challenge." Aemond spoke silently almost.

"No, I want you to put out your eye," he than took his eye patch of, exposing his sapphire eye. You must admit, it was mesmerizing.

Our allowed your eyes to take in his whole face. You must admit, the prince is handsome. Such a shame honestly.

"As payment for mine." He continued, throwing his dagger at your feet.

Aemond wondered if you would stay aside like you did when he lost his eye, no, he knows better than that, you like action.

You chuckled, moving closer.

"He will do no such thing my dear prince, not under my watch." A teasing smile shows on your face.

Aemonds face turned to fiery rage quick.

"give me your eyes, or I shall take it bastard! "

The prince lost his temper, now charging towards the two of you. Like always, you barely waited for s fight. Unfortunately for you Boros broke the tension, sending his guards to escort you and Luke outside.

You smirked, knowing he won't stop there.

Lucerys quickly made his way to his dragon Arax. Looking around you saw how bad the weather is.

Not long after Luke, you joined Caserion, your pitch black dragon.

Slowly petting his head, you climbee on him.

Soon , both of you were high in the air, Vhagar long gone.

The heavy rain landing drops on you, soaking you up.

Luke seemed pretty shaken up, so does Arax.

"Calm down little one, he shall do no harm to you as long as I breath." Reasuring him, you smile.

After a while flying you notice Vhagars large shadow.

Its funny, your dragon is her egg, would you look at that. Perhaps Caserion would be as large as her.

"Ñuhor līr gūrēnna!" Once close enough, trough the storm you could hear Aemonds angry voice. (I will take what's mine.)

You chuckle, eyeing your cousin/uncle up.

"Tubī daor kepus!"your raging voice answered like a devil. (Not today uncle)

You made a sign for Luke which way to go.

Once Luke was out of your sight you took it upon yourself to distract Aemond.

"Come uncle! Spill your rage in your dear niece! "

You maniacally laughed, having him come towards you.

"The two of you share the same debt, so I shall be satisfied with either one of your eyes. "

Choosing it's easier to fight on earth, you landed on a piece of land.

"Come fight me uncle! I'm craving for some royal blood! " you smirked, grabing only your dagger, as it was easier to move, and faster.

He landed feew meters away.

"I shall take what's mine, bastard."

The class of your weapons made you grin.

"You can try to earn it, brat."

In a quick move you got behind him, slicing his left tigh.

He turned around in a blink of an eye , sword to your neck, which you easily ducked.

Throwing your knife away and grabing your sword.

"This is fun! We should do this more often, ya know, family activity!" You chuckled as your swoeds danced together.

Aemond smirked, he wished to break you, your stupid personality and you charming face and behavior.

"I doubt you could fight me without your legs."

He spoke, a menacing look I'm his eye.

"Oh uncle, you shouldn't speak so inappropriately, after all, do you wish to fuck me or fight me?"

His one good eye widened in surprise of your lews words. You took advantage of his distraction, quickly pinning him down,point of your sword resting on his chest.

"Either way, I agree with either choice you make. Tho I am thinking, if I shall kill you or toy with you more... no, killing you would be dull. But if you ever look for a good fuck, make sure you're not seen entering my castle. "

You released him, quickly making way to your black beauty.

"Until next time, uncle~"

Once again you left Aemond frustrated and annoyed. Also with a little... Problem.

I am so sorry for making those so l9ng but I like adding detail and ya know, giving history to the character?

So like, I have 3 more request and then, I have more ideas for the following days, and also thank you all for 69 followers! I appreciate that people enjoy my fics.

Like the usual, you can find my Master list on my page and you can request whatever you want.

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i love mischief and want to give them a kiss on there little head

He's literally so feral tho.

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Tome of Fate

Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Summary: This is basically an AU story about Loki, prince of Jotunheim, and the reader, princess of Asgard, meeting in the Utgardhall's library.

Loki runs out of excuses to skip his training ;)

Words: 1093

The sun rose over the grand palace, casting a golden glow over everything in sight. You took a deep breath, realising it was the last week of your stay in Jotunheim. The thought alone filled you with sadness, but you tried to push it aside. As Loki entered the library where you calmly sat in the corner reading, you immediately noticed his troubled expression. As the weeks went by, your bond grew stronger and stronger, and now, you both share an unspoken connection where words are no longer necessary to understand each other's thoughts and emotions. This unspoken growing fondness has brought you closer than ever before.

"What's wrong?" you asked, noting his lack of enthusiasm.

"I can't avoid my training anymore," he grumbled, slumping into a chair.

You raised an eyebrow. He nervously stalked in circles, a poisonous mixture of anger and nervousness seeping through every pore.

"What happened?"

"My father finally put his foot down," he said, scowling, "and my friends ratted me out."

"Well, I guess it's about time you trained, my prince." you teased, trying to lighten his mood a bit as your fingers ran along his black tunic.

Loki rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. He shouldn't complain, after all he got to spend three entire weeks with you. You were truly a blessing, the bright glowing light of hope shining down on his lonesome darkness. He felt the sadness in your tone and yet you were sitting there, listening to his complaints while smiling gently at him. That affectionate smile grew to become his weakness, every time he spotted it, his heart skipped a few beats and he could feel the blush on his cheeks.

"I'll miss spending time with you, my princess.", he took a step towards you, his hand taking yours and holding it up, placing a gentle kiss on the back.

You felt your heart swell with affection. You tried to bury the thought deep down inside and ignore it but it was hard to resist Loki's charm. It felt as if you found what you've always been missing in your life. You were left at this strange place with all those people you didn't really fit in with and yet he made this feel like home. You didn't dare to speak it out loud, but you slowly fell in love with the handsome frost giant.

"We'll still have the rest of the week," you said, trying to sound positive despite your heart almost bleeding at the thought of going back to Asgard.

The day seemed to drag on, and you could tell Loki was dreading his training. The mere thought of being stuck with his fellow Jotun, needing to stick to his other persona that couldn't be further from his real self, filled him with anxiety. As he left the room, you trailed behind him, holding his hand on the way outside as you wanted to see what all the fuss was about. He told about his friends and how, despite liking them, never really felt comfortable around them. The courtyard was bustling with activity and you spotted the tall instructor barking orders at the trainees as you set down at the trunk of the tall overgrown old twisted tree at the side. As you watched the prince in his sword fight training, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and the awareness of his naked torso filling you with some shame, a hint of lustful heat. It was a sight to behold to observe the sweat pearls forming on the well trained body of the prince trying his best to win. As he fought next to his friends, you noticed how small he actually was in comparison to other frost giants. As the training wore on, it became increasingly clear that Loki wasn't interested at all in fighting fair. It almost seemed as if his focus was on putting on a show for you alone, the mischievous nature you adored so much in full bloom. Every time he was supposed to practice a move, he added his own twist to it. He would conjure up a pale blue mist above his friend, Bjalki if you remembered his name correctly, each time and just as Loki parried a blow, the mist turned into something else. A bucket of water, a swarm of bees, at some moment it even turned into a live chicken and what followed would probably be etched into your memory for eternity. Everyone was frustrated with Loki's antics, but you sat there guffawing, enjoying every bit of it, his pride grinning at your hearty laughters not going unnoticed by neither his friends nor you. The training had ended, and Loki was chatting with his friends when they all walked up to you. As he turned to look at you, Bjalki chuckled.

"So you're the princess who has been keeping our mischief away for the last few weeks?" he asked, grinning, "I can see why Tiny fancies this one!"

Two female Jotun named Guma and Simul snickered at his comment, and both Loki's and your cheeks heated up instantly. As they continued to joke, Loki and you exchanged secret glances, both knowing that you had feelings for each other. You didn't need any words as your glimpses full of mischief and fondness spoke volumes. But sadly, neither of you was courageous enough to admit the love that bloomed between you.

"Well, Bjalki, I think you're just jealous because you're not as handsome and resourceful as prince Loki is," you said with a smirk, your words being met with a chorus of laughter and teasing.

"And she has the same daring mouth as our prince," Simul hollered, punching Loki playfully in the chest.

Loki laughed, his eyes crinkling in the corners, and you couldn't help but think that was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen.

"The tiny brazen Aesir should join us tonight!" Gruma proposed, a sly grin forming on her lips.

"She is the princess of Asgard", Loki snapped, failing to notice how his hand instinctively gripped yours, holding it tight.

Guma threw her arms up in defeat.

"Alright, would the princess of Asgard like to grace us with her presence at the tavern?", she asked, mockingly bowing deep.

Excitement bubbled within you as you nodded, eagerly anticipating the evening ahead with Loki and his friends. As you strolled along, your fingers playfully weaved into his, the thrill of what the night at the tavern might bring building up with each step.

We're heading towards the smutty end, so please bear with me ;)

Chapter 5

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Imagine #006

Loki learning about ai and using ai assisted tools to create deep fakes of the Avengers. They have an anon account on social media where they post wild Avengers conspiracy theories.

It wouldn't have been a problem if it weren't so close to home. Now all the Avengers spend the time between their mission to try and find who is running the account!

What stories would Loki tell?

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[rat-fanatic]

Hello mutual rat-fanatic :3 here is groovy tbh :3

OAGH!

HITTIN THAT SHIT!!

FUCKIN IT UP!!!

[dirtymaidpanties]

I still don't have a name for this oc yet..but i finally gave them some clothes all in my new art style or at least my more serious one, because as much as i love drawing dumb shit sometimes i wanna make pretty art.

They're whole concept is based of mischief, and maybe the cause of their death might've been some sort of prank gone wrong. Also they just talk a lot of shit (master yapper over here) so that might've had a play into them dying, and is why i removed their eyes because they just yap so much. They in general can't see through their face but can through the three little eye ball tail thingys they have, which each have their own personalitys and just help them get around. Also them having snake like fangs helps to represent that they're a SNITCH!!! NOT TRUST WORTHY!! BLEH!!!!!

[original-punks]

Love all the cat posts!! Keep em coming 🐱

[anyasimon63]

A little over the top, don’t you think?

When it comes to Loki, nothing is over the top for him.

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