#subway surfers: surfers from around the world

[sunnytoonsproductions]

Tricky: *with everyone else in the subway surfers gang* Sunny. We're gonna be the Sunny toons productions company shows.

Sunny: now hol' on! What!?

Pimp named slickback: now don't forget about me. I'm gon' have ma show here too.

Sunny: now hol' on, y'all! We can't have THAT much shows in here! Ain't Emin literally exhausted from puttin' so much shows into the 'sunny toons productions' company?

*everyone all start to think and some even say 'hm... No' or 'yeah, no.'*

Sunny: *sigh* welp, I'll be damned. He sure has pride and love in us and the shows, eh? He hasn't even animated us all yet. *Crosses his arms*

*I then walk into the room with Maurice and everyone else in the jungle bunch show*

Me (Emin): heya, y'all! Guess what ah have! I got more company for y'all!

Sunny: ...ya seriously needa slow down with the shows, Emz.

Me (Emin): awh, c'mon now, Sunny... Atleast my other AUs that I have of the muppets and y'all ain't in the company.

Sunny: well, a'ight, that's good for now until you decide to turn 'em into some spinoffs or short animated films in the company.

[2hightocare]

LOVE WAGER! 01

Synopsis: Meeting a crazy stranger who cuts in line, tries to tell you love like the books doesn’t exist—it’s whatever. You won’t ever see him again… right?

Pairings: jungkook x fem!reader

Genre: college au. strangers to friends to lovers. forced proximity.

Warnings: mentions of divorce parents, Jungkook lowkey being insufferable, banter, cussing, a little bit of them being enemies, nicknames, oc being a hopeless romantic at heart, Jungkook being lowkey a cynic… them meeting each other so many times, choking!

a/n: first chapter out!! Woohoo, I’ve been keeping them close to my heart for quite some time. Ever since I listened to “in between” by Gracie Abrams.. I was inspired to write them—the song is so them coded.💌

★ masterlist!

3 years ago…

You were a hopeless romantic.

Most people called it being delusional— by people, you mean the random stranger in front of you.

The first time you met Jungkook, not only did he cut in front of you in line, but he also started shit-talking about how delusional you had to be to think romance books were even remotely comparable to real life.

The line at the cupcake shop was long. You had been wanting to try the new chocolate-covered strawberry flavor from your favorite cupcake shop in the city. The shop was always full, but today it was packed to the bone— the line almost reached outside the door. The people sitting at the cute pastel-colored tables were even leaving because the space was getting so crowded.

It was a Friday, and you had just left school. Your black backpack hung loosely over one shoulder as you stared down at your phone, trying not to die playing Subway Surfers. When your phone died, you internally groaned.

You mentally rolled your eyes before looking forward, where the line was starting to move faster. You were probably the fourth person in line, which was good since you'd only been there for around twenty minutes. You slipped your phone into the back pocket of your jeans before reaching for the zipper of your backpack—pulling out the latest book you hadn’t finished reading amidst all the assignments teachers had been bombarding you with. You thought it was dumb, considering it was your senior year in high school—why not just let you off easy?

You zipped up your backpack before slipping it on, tucking in the small hair that fell into your face when you opened your book. You moved forward as the line advanced, not bothered by the conversations from everyone around you—it was like your own brown noise, which you usually looked up on YouTube whenever you wanted to act like the main character in a movie.

Romance books were your thing. The same went for movies; you loved a good romantic story with the most cliché plot in the world—it did it for you every single time.

Your dad had tried getting you into self-help books, fiction books, or even those thriller books where you had to guess who kills who. He would back this up with actually learning something from reading a book, and you tried all those genres, you really did. You were the most specific girl there could be; if the book didn't impress you within one chapter, you closed it and moved on.

You were basically in love with the idea of love, imagining someone doing all those things you had seen in movies and read about, which filled you with hope that someone could care and love you that way. Yes, you believed in soulmates; you believed that someone, somewhere in this world, was destined to be with you, no matter the circumstances. You believed that if two people were destined for each other, they would find a way to each other, one way or another.

“Hi, baby, you still haven’t ordered? The line is so fucking long.” A strange boy, who looked around your age or maybe slightly older due to his eyebrow piercing, spoke up. He had a navy blue cap with the Yankees logo on the front, and you could see small pieces of his hair. It looked like a dark brown, but at some angles, it looked black, so you thought maybe he dyed it. He was cute, with a sharp jaw and dimples, which you immediately noticed when they showed on his left cheek as he bit his lip, waiting for you to reply.

“I’m sorry—“ you started, only to be cut off by him. “I've been meaning to show you this, babe.” He cut you off before basically shoving his phone into your face. His phone showed his notes app open with a text that read, ‘Please act like you know me so I can cut in line; it’s so long, and I have somewhere to be.’

Your brows furrowed at the pleading guy. You had no clue what his name was, but he looked like he was seriously about to lose his mind if he had to wait another minute in line. You shook your head before nodding— a smile burst on his face.

“Thank you,” he mouthed to you, to which you only shrugged before closing your book. “What flavor are you getting, lovebug?” He said, his nose scrunching in disgust at what he just said. A small laugh escaped your lips since that was the cringiest shit you had heard all day, maybe even all week if you didn’t count your dad trying to write you a poem about his love for your cat.

“I want to get the new chocolate-covered strawberry flavor. What about you?” You said, your fingers fidgeting with the pages of your closed book. His eyes dropped to your hands as you moved up in line, now second in line.

“Is that your book?” He said instead of replying to your question. “Yeah, do you read?” A spike of excitement was clear in your face and voice, only to be squashed when he opened his mouth.

“Do you actually believe anything in there is remotely realistic?” He said nonchalantly before removing his cap, letting his fluffy hair fall in his face before almost immediately collecting it back, placing his cap backward this time.

“I—“ you stutter, your mouth slightly agape, not knowing how to reply without sounding dumb. Because, yeah, you strongly believed romance books were able to happen in real life if someone loved you enough. “Well.. I mean, love happens anywhere,” you shrug, but he only nods his head in a condescending way. Not only were you helping him skip in line—he was basically criticizing your view on love.

“Well, duh, love happens, but all that cringey shit is the dumbest thing our generation normalized. Like, nobody is going to confess their love with a microphone in the middle of a dance-off,” he scoffs. You didn’t understand why he actually looked like he seriously hated the idea of making gestures for someone you loved or cared about.

“Well, obviously, I find that stupid as well, but there are other gestures to show your appreciation and love for someone.” You turn your whole body to face him. He’s not much taller than you, maybe two inches if you really wanted to know, and the cap maybe added another inch, but that didn’t matter since your eyesight was eye level with his.

“Love is embarrassing,” he says, crossing his arms in front of him. You felt the lady behind you both, her eyes bore into you both, trying to figure out why the supposed couple were fighting about love.

“How is love embarrassing?” You scoff before turning around to look in front of you, at the back of the head of the man who was ordering.

“Because love makes you do embarrassing shit all the time; that’s the easiest way I can put it for you, ribbons,” he replies with a duh tone, raising his eyebrows at you, which you see from your peripheral vision.

“Ribbons?” You turn to him, your arms crossed over your book as you glare at him. “Pink ribbon. Don’t you think you look a little too old to be wearing bows?” A grin appears on his face as he casually points to the pink ribbon tied into a bow in your hair.

“The fuck? Not only did I let you skip the line, but you’re a) talking shit about my favorite genre, and b) making fun of me wearing bows.” You turn your full body to him, which he only raises his hands in defense, as if you had a gun pointed at him.

“Damn, my bad. I thought this was a free country; you know your amendments, right?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Yes, I fucking know my amendments,” you reply, absolutely annoyed at him bringing history into this.

“Freedom of speech,” he says before walking in front of you to the cashier. You were annoyed, maybe even angry. How dare he talk shit and say freedom of speech when you just did him a favor.

“He cut in front of me,” you point to him as you tell on him to the cashier, his jaw dropping to the floor. “Did you just tell on me? What the fuck,” he side-eyes you as you just shrugged.

“I respectfully need to ask you to go to the back of the line,” the cashier says, shooting you an apologetic look. You bite on the inside of your cheek to contain the smile that is threatening to slip out, as he sends you a mocking face, which you return, because apparently, you both were literal children. He rolled his eyes before he walked off.

2 years ago..

The second time you met Jungkook, you almost died due to choking on your coke.

You and your best-friend, Amelia, sat in a booth, munching on pizza, while you hear her ramble about the latest drama on campus.

“I can’t believe he cheated on her. I was so shocked, like I couldn’t believe he would do that after he literally gave her a promise ring—I heard it was expensive as well, bro,” Amelia said, stuffing a French fry in her mouth.

Amelia and you had been best friends since your freshman year at Preston University. She ended up in your dorm room by mistake, until security escorted her to her corresponding room. You both even had your calculus class together, which ended in both of you ripping your hair out because you truly had no clue what the professor was talking about.

“Oh my god, you’re lying!” you gasped, taking a bite of your folded pizza. “Alexandra said she didn’t care, but apparently, she was crying at the frat party we were supposed to go to yesterday,” Amelia said, pressing her lips together with wide eyes. As you were about to reply, she gasped.

“Holy shit, babes, don’t turn around, but there’s this fine-ass guy behind you,” she said. Without thinking you turned your whole body to look at the guy she was talking about.

“Or just turn your whole body, I don't care,” she added, rolling her eyes.

“Wait, who?” you asked, staring at the group of boys in front of you. They were all cute, just not your type whatsoever. “He just turned around, so you can’t see his face, but the one with the black beanie,” Amelia whispered to you as she took a sip of her Dr Pepper.

As you stared at the back of the boy who was engrossed in a conversation with his friend, a loud laugh escaped his lips before he threw his head back, letting you catch a glimpse of his face.

“Oh, fuck, his laugh is hot as fuck as well,” Amelia said behind you, chewing on her crispy fries. “Do you think he has a girlfrien—“ The words melted from your mouth as the beanie boy turned around. “Yeah, he definitely has a girlfriend,” Amelia said nonchalantly, clearly not catching how your eyes widened, as you both stare at the boy who had cut in front of you in line three years ago.

He was taller, much taller, and he was built—you could tell even from his oversized long-sleeve shirt. As much as you wanted to disagree, he was undeniably attractive. The eyebrow piercing was still there, but it somehow looked better than when you first saw it.

“Ribbons?” he said, pointing at you with a chuckle, making you flinch for absolutely no reason. Amelia looked between both of you, trying to read the room.

“Mr. anti-romantic?” You fired back, a huge smile breaking out on his face before he excused himself from his friend group and made his way to your booth. “I see you got a nickname for me... I feel honored,” he said, pressing a palm to his heart dramatically before shooting a nod at Amelia, who waved with a small smile on her face.

You just rolled your eyes. He was the most childish person you had ever met, and that says a lot since this was only the second time you'd ever spoken to him. “I wouldn’t be so honored,” you mumbled, shooting him a tight-lipped smile as he shook his head with a low chuckle.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Amelia said out of nowhere, both you and the unknown boy's heads snap to the side as a smirk makes it’s way to his mouth, while you throw daggers at Amelia with your eyes for her blunt question. “I doubt he would ever hav—“ you start, only to be rudely interrupted by none other than Mr. anti-romantic himself.

“I actually do, and I was just about to meet her here, but I saw your friend and just had to come and say hello,” he said to your best friend, all while wearing a condescending smile.

“Oof, I feel bad for her,” you shrugged, before placing the straw of your clear cup in your mouth and sipping on your coke.

“Eh, she says I’m a pretty good boyfriend, not a hopeless romantic like someone I know,” he said, watching your eyes meet his before you tilted your head in a mocking way, which he picked up immediately.

“I wonder how you even got her to say yes to you,” you bit back, your eyes maintaining contact with his, not wanting to be the first to break it. But he was too good at it; you almost felt like crumbling into a ball from how intense his stare was.

“I guess you could say there are more ways to please a woman without love letters,” he said nonchalantly. You choked on your coke as the liquid went down the wrong pipe, making you start having a coughing attack.

His and Amelia’s eyes widened as Amelia immediately swatted the man who was right beside you. His hand made contact with your arm, raising it up in the air.

“The fuck are you doing?” Amelia said aggressively, side-eyeing him, as you basically died in front of their wondering eyes. You really didn’t expect him to just talk about his sexual life so openly without a care. You would want to crawl into a hole if your boyfriend ever talked about your private moments like that to anyone.

“My mom said if you put someone’s hand up, it makes your cough go away. I don’t fucking know! I’m not a doctor,” he shot back at your best friend as he raised your arm in the air. Your cough slightly disappeared as you tapped on your chest as if that would do anything to stop it.

“Are you good?” Amelia said as she basically hovered over the table. You felt the whole dinner's eyes on you as you tried to recover from the insane coughing fit you just had. “Y-yeah, fuck,” you coughed, your arms still up in the air from his hold. “I almost for real thought you were about to die. I already imagined myself behind bars,” he said, rubbing his unoccupied hand through his face with a sigh.

“Now I’m hoping I actually died,” you said, yanking your arm away from his grasp.

“We’re leaving, Amelia. Let’s go,” you said, standing up, collecting your jacket and bag, and pushing him out of the way, standing up beside him.

He hovered over you; you almost wanted to jump up to reach his height, but you were already embarrassed enough. So instead, you fixed your denim skirt before looking up at him.

“Well, it was so not nice to see you again, and hopefully we don’t get to meet again, Mr. anti-romantic. Goodbye,” you said as you sent him a fake smile his way.

You pulled on Amelia’s hand before she could say anything and walked out of the dining room without looking back at the boy who was standing in the same place, watching the girl he almost witnessed pass away by choking on coke from him even remotely bringing up sex.

A small chuckle left past his lips as he made his way to the table where his friends were seated.

“Dude, what the fuck happened? Why was that pretty girl coughing like crazy?” Taehyung said, eyeing the door through which you had just left.

Jungkook didn’t know why his heart picked up when his best friend called you pretty. He wasn’t blind; you were beautiful. When he first met you, you both were obviously much younger. If it wasn’t for how much you had grown into your face and the braces you once had were long gone, it would’ve been your aura that gave it away. You were more outspoken, which kinda took him back but sent a sense of excitement through his body.

“No clue. Just some girl I met in my senior year... kinda taken aback I ran into her again,” Jungkook said before picking up the menu from the table, looking for what food he should order. “Maybe it’s fate, bro,” Namjoon teased, which made Jungkook drop his menu on the table.

“You guys know all that shit is bullshit, right? It was just a coincidence. I’ll probably never see her again after this,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, leaning backward onto the booth and crossing his arms in front of him defensively.

“Whatever you say, champion,” Hoseok whistled as he called the waitress.

Jungkook's brain immediately canceled out the noise as he started running through all the possible scenarios that would leave you both at the same place at the same time. His body shook from the possibility of it being fate; he hated the idea of the answer being anything besides actual proven fact. He didn’t care how cynical he might sound; he had trusted so many people in his life, including his parents, who always preached about love and honesty. But flash forward to him having to skip around each house of his parents every weekday and weekend. He hated how he believed them when they said love can get through everything. Absolutely not—divorce.

He just imagined your perfect household, two parents at the same home who still say ‘I love you’ to each other every chance they get. You get to read your books in your living room without a fight breaking out out of nowhere just because someone forgot to throw the trash out.

Love didn’t exist in his eyes. He believed in mutual respect. He doesn’t believe in the whole crazy in love charade. His girlfriend Haneul didn’t really want the whole whispering cute things in each other's ears or dancing under the moon either, and that’s why he chose her.

Plus, he wasn’t an asshole when it came to love when it came to other people. Did he want to ruin their moment and tell them they wouldn’t last? Yes—but he never does.

He saw how broken his mom was after the divorce. He thought about the idea of love and if someone came to love you, you would do anything in your power to not hurt them. It had been five years since his parents’ divorce, and everyone seemed to have moved on perfectly, while Jungkook watched how his perspective of love changed drastically over time.

He was glad that you didn’t have to go through what he had to go through, given your obvious naivety. That was entirely the only reason he shit-talked about love when he first met you, which was the most jackass move he could’ve done, especially after you let him skip the line. But after you told on him to the cashier like a little child, he was thinking of actually tackling you.

Either way, it didn’t matter for him to be worrying or thinking about you in the first place, when he didn’t even know your name. Plus, he would never see you again, that’s for sure.

Present day..

Psychology class was your number one nemesis. You literally begged the counselor to let you have another class that wasn’t psychology. Not only did he laugh, but he said it would do you good. In your mind, he basically called you crazy—maybe you did need the class after all.

As you huffed and puffed to your last class of the day, you fixed your glasses on your face and tightened the high ponytail with the white ribbon that matched the outfit Amelia helped you pick out. You pushed open the door to the class and were greeted by half-empty seats and no professor, giving you the option to choose where you sat.

You were a middle-seat row girl, unable to see far away without your glasses. You also avoided sitting too close to the front, fearing teachers would call on you.

As you took a seat in the chair, a body sat beside you without a word. You didn’t even care to look as you took out your laptop from your backpack, worrying about how this year’s professor might be. You had heard from last year’s students that the teacher might have been the devil’s spawn.

While you were finally seated, you moved your head to your left to see the body next to you engrossed in their phone. Your jaw dropped as you were met with none other than Mr. Anti-Romantic.

“What the actual fuck, are you stalking me or something?” you said, absolutely baffled by how many times you had run into him and from all the empty seats, he decided to sit next to you.

He immediately raised his head from his phone, his eyes widening as he stared at your obviously angry face. “Ribbons? What the actual fuck, I didn’t realize that was you,” he said, throwing his head back in shock.

“You had to know it was me, why else would you sit beside me?” you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of you. He looked the same as the last time you saw him, except now he had a full sleeve of tattoos on his right arm, and the eyebrow piercing was long gone.

Now that he was closer to you, you could see the small mole he had under his lip and the scar on his cheek. His hair was shorter and black, but classroom lights deceived, so maybe it was fully brown, but you didn’t dare to ask.

“Don’t think you’re special, Ribbons. I just can’t see from the back, and in the front, teachers always pick on you to talk in front of the class, and I’m trying to avoid that,” he explained, having the same process as you, but unfortunately, the other half of his brain didn’t process the idea of love.

“Are you sure you have the right class?” you bit out, hoping he had walked into the wrong class and would have to leave immediately. You seriously couldn’t even wrap your head around the fact that he was here and that he went to the same university as you—this being the first time he had seen you around campus.

“Psychology class A65,” he side-eyed you as you rolled your eyes and faced the board, trying your best to ignore his presence.

“You know you can just move to another seat, right?” he said, pointing to all the empty seats beside you. Your head slowly turned to the side to face his face as he gave you a tight-lipped smile.

“Why would I move when I was here first?” you scoffed his way as he shrugged, indicating that he couldn’t care less. “’Cause I truly don’t care, but you obviously seem affected by my presence, so Ribbons, pick your seat,” he pointed to the available seats.

You imagined the easiest way you could kill someone, but tackling him to the ground at this exact moment might bring attention to you both, so you just breathed out of your nose before giving him a fake smile and rolling your eyes.

“I’m not leaving, and for your information, I’m perfectly fine and not bothered by your presence whatsoever,” you said, trying your best to seem as calm and collected as possible.

“For your information…” he mocked beside you, trying to imitate your voice before chuckling. “I swear, Ribbons, I can see smoke coming out of your ears and nose,” he laughed.

“Stop calling me Ribbons,” you gritted your teeth, already at your limit.

“What else do you want me to call you? I don’t know your name, and you’re still wearing ribbons, I can see,” Mr. Anti-Romantic pointed to the white ribbon in your hair. You rolled your eyes before sending his calm, collected figure a scanty smile.

“Y/n,” you said, tilting your head to the side, as if asking him to tell you his name. “I like Mr. Anti-Romantic, not gonna lie,” he bit his lip, trying to contain his laughter as you were about to lose your composure at any moment.

“You aggravate me, and I don’t know why,” you mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear—but he did, loud and clear. “Jeon Jungkook,” he said, and before you could reply, the professor strode in, wearing the weirdest clothes you could imagine.

“She looks like that one crazy Victorious teacher,” he whispered softly, only for you to hear, smugly bending downward so you could hear better. A small laugh left your lips. “Sikowitz?” you whispered back as both of you stared forward at the professor, who was talking about the syllabus. “Yeah, spot the difference: hard level,” he whispered.

You looked down at your hands, trying to hide the amusement on your face.

For the rest of the class, you guys didn’t talk whatsoever, and honestly, you wouldn’t know if he tried, since you were absorbed in whatever Mrs. Calderon was saying.

“So, here’s where you start hating me, I’m giving you guys a project,” she said, leaning on her desk, making the desk creak. You could hear small groans from students around you, but not loud enough for her to hear.

“It will be a partner project, which I chose randomly, and no, I’m not changing them. I want you guys to be able to work with whomever, no matter what,” she said, a sense of dread passing through you.

“I would email each and every one of you what the project is about. It is due at the end of the quarter, so I better not hear, ‘I didn’t have time, Miss,’” Mrs. Calderon said before picking up a sheet of paper.

"Here are the partners, so after class, come and check who your partner is so you can start talking about what you both will do." With that the bell ringing, everyone stood up and rushed to the paper, including yourself. You held tightly onto your backpack strap as you waited for people to move out of the way—half of the people bitched about who they got, they couldn’t possibly be that bad.

Your heart dropped to your ass as you read your name—Jungkook squished beside you, looking for his name, only to find it where your finger was already on.

You got paired up with Jungkook. What kind of fuckery was this?

As Jungkook read "Y/n Y/ln & Jeon Jungkook," he couldn’t believe his eyes. He almost lost his mind when he realized it was you when he sat next to you, but he tried his best to act unaffected. However, this was too much of a "fuck you" sign from the universe—Jungkook didn’t think he did something so horribly to be rewarded like this.

What the fuck were the odds, and how could he scientifically prove that it’s not the universe trying to mess with him?

Taglist💌— @httpjeonlicious @thekookiedealer @somehowukook @taiwan0618 @gwsjungkookie @seokout @sealuv79 @junecat18 @joonsanswer @letjungcoook7 @skzthinker @ahgasegotarmy116recs @ivygguk (I couldn’t add some idk why😓)

[sweetcollywobbles]

brain rotting with leon.| leon kennedy

CHUG JUG WITH YOU by leviathan ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• ∞ i realized i can write whatever i want. so have this short, stupid, and terribly written one-shot. leon hates the internet, but loves you. expect updates soon.

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leon truly didn't like the idea of her having access to the internet, especially since he didn't really trust her all that much not to do something stupid. but she had begged and begged to peruse jeff bezos's internet on his phone. the more he declined her access to the world wide web, the more she bugged him about the issue.

frustrated, he came up with a compromise. leon would allow her to scour the internet to her heart's content, but he'd have to supervise her the entire time.

leon thought this to be a great idea. she gets what she wants and he gets more time right next to her. maybe even able to sneak in a cuddle or two.

it would be great.

it would be wonderful.

until it's 1:45 in the morning and she's on tiktok watching some stupid fucking video that he can't even comprehend. and, for whatever reason, she's giggling her ass off at freakbob interrupting a normal video with a phone call. which is baffling to him because she was just absolutely sobbing her eyes out at a video of lost dogs being reunited with their owners.

not to mention all the nonsensical phrases and terms that seem to have become a permanent part of her daily vocabulary.

after watching the spectacle that is the edge rizz dog, for a small period of time, everytime leon needed her to agree on something he had to start the statement with "rizz". after a while, he noticed that she will do it volunterially without needing to be prompted. that also meant he couldn't take her with him through drive thrus anymore because she just started doing it out in public.

not to mention her attention span has now decresed to a whole new level that leon's considering holding up subway surfers gameplay to keep her concentrated as he talks.

every room smells of japanese cherry blossom and she's always asking to drive a boat that she doesn't have. leon has now been addressed as baby girl and kitten while she addresses herself as things like alpha and daddy. in fact, the first time she ever called him kitten, leon felt his body actually buffer.

leon had just gotten home from work, absolutely tired from all the paperwork he mindlessly stared at all day. the pleasant smell of pot roast had wafted its way to the entrance of the home. following it like a cartoon character to a pie, it led him straight to her, standing there by the stove in her pink apron and humming a soft tune while she cooked. whether she liked it or not, the sight of her was the exact remedy that he needed. he slinked his arms around her from behind and hunched over to bury his face in the crook of her neck. just as he began to relax to the sound of her soft melody, she just had to open her stupid mouth to say some stupid thing.

"no worries, kitten. daddy's making you something tasty." she said it so fluently and without skipping a beat, like it was so normal and she just went back to humming. he just slowly raised his head and muttered a small "what?".

leon still isn't sure if she's doing all of this out of revenge or if she was always this…weird. although the videos are strange and a bit annoying at times, he can't help but laugh along with her. because at the end of the day, she's happy, so if he has to play into her little games, he will.

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how does it feel to hold the gyatt of someone you love? rizz.

anywayssss, i believe my inbox is open lol, so if anyone has any feedback or ideas, please let me know!! again, this is all for shits and gigs. xxox

[m1ckeyb3rry]

── THE GLASS PRINCESS // TWELVE

Series Synopsis: You wake up in a strange room with no memories, broken glass at your bedside, and a prince named Zuko as your only chance at figuring out who you really are.

Chapter Synopsis: The Tales of Ba Sing Se: The Tale of Princess Y/N

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.1k

Content Warnings: complicated relationships (strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers), amnesia, alternate universe, lots of secrets and lying and mystery

A/N: going to say it right here right now…this chapter is 75% crack and goofy nonsense shenanigans LMAOAO. mostly because zuko and y/n’s relationship is so i see the light from tangled across the stars from star wars etc etc but the main man of this chapter & y/n are just the subway surfers theme song personified

“I’m very confused,” you said, sitting on Quynh’s front paw and gazing up at her beseechingly. “I need your help, Quynh.”

“I was questioning why you stayed here with me instead of running off to that tea shop you love so much,” she said, inclining her nose towards you. “What is the matter?”

“It’s about the tea shop,” you said. “Or, specifically, a certain employee.”

“That boy you met? Lee?” she said. Her muzzle wrinkled, though it was with concern, not anger. “Has he done something wrong to you?”

“No, not at all,” you said. “Well. Maybe a little bit, but he’s not quite aware that he’s done anything. And then there’s the whole problem with the Blue Spirit…”

“Your mysterious savior? What is his relation to the situation?” she said. “Dearest Y/N, you must explain at once before I am irreversibly angered.”

“Lee makes me feel bizarre!” you said, throwing your hands in the air. Quynh blinked at you.

“Makes you feel bizarre?” she said.

“Yes,” you said. “Incredibly so.”

There was really no other adjective for what it was. It was unprecedented, the kind of emotion you had never felt before, not for anyone – bar the Blue Spirit, but it was different even then. Of the same foundation, but taking a different form.

“You’ll have to explain a little more,” she said.

“It’s like my stomach is in knots,” you said. “And as if my heart has turned to a bird and is fluttering its wings about! What is this power that he has, that he can send my body into fits? But, for all that, I still want to be around him. It matters not what we are doing; as long as he is there, I am happy. Yet how can I be happy? He is driving me to failure! Why, for all I know, he really might bring about my death!”

For a moment, Quynh was silent, and then her body began to rumble. You were vindicated for a bit, thinking that she was growling with protective instinct, but your temporary satisfaction immediately vanished when you realized she was laughing.

“For a girl who spends so much time reading about so many different topics, you know so little of the world,” she said. “Though then again, this is the kind of thing that you have to experience to understand.”

“What are you talking about?” you said.

“He doesn’t have any special powers, and you aren’t going to die,” she said. “If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say you like him.”

Your mind blanked. The thought of you liking Lee was utterly preposterous. Lee, the snarky tea server? Lee, the passionate super-fan of The Mask of the Blue Spirit? Lee, who’d just as soon say something rude as he would something kind? If Quynh was to be believed, then that Lee was someone you liked, but that just wasn’t right.

“No way!” you said. “I can’t have feelings for Lee.”

“Why not?” Quynh said.

“He’s Lee!” you said helplessly. “It’s just — it’s just not how things are supposed to go.”

“Then how are things supposed to go?” she said. “Why is there a certain way that it must all happen? Things are rarely if ever set in stone, even in a kingdom made up of Earthbenders.”

“The Blue Spirit,” you said. “It’s supposed to be him. He’s the one who’s saved me, the one who knows the truth of my bending and my identity. He’s the one I’m meant to like.”

“You told him you’re a bender?” Quynh said. “That’s a new development. I thought you didn’t want to tell anyone.”

“It’s that there was no one I could trust to tell,” you said. “Until him. If a man has saved your life twice, then you can expect that he will do so a third time as well, right? So I did not feel afraid in revealing that part of me to him. I’d reveal anything to him if he asked.”

“Then there is a conundrum,” Quynh said.

“Exactly. That’s why I can’t like Lee,” you said. “It’s the Blue Spirit. There is no doubt in my mind that he is the person you foresaw me finding.”

“Hm,” Quynh said. “Do you think so?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Lee reminds me that I am more than just a princess. I can live a different kind of life when I am with him — a happier kind. But the fact is that I am a princess, and the Blue Spirit shows me what that genuinely means. The reality of the world beyond the palace walls…if it were not for him, I’d still be blind to it all.”

Quynh sighed. “It’s not like you know who the Blue Spirit is.”

“No matter who he is underneath the mask, he’ll always be the Blue Spirit. He’ll always be the person who saved me,” you said, and then you slapped your hand over your mouth. “Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh?” Quynh parroted. “Why are you saying that?”

“I just — I just accidentally quoted Jin!” you said. Quynh, who, being a bear spirit, was not exactly well-read, huffed at you.

“Am I meant to know who Jin is?” she said.

“She’s a character in The Mask of the Blue Spirit,” you said.

“Okay,” she said.

“That line is a part of the ending I detest! Have I become such a shallow person that I bear a resemblance to her of all characters? What will Lee think? It’s our greatest point of contention, that we do not agree on the ending, but if I’ve gone and adopted her worldview, then that means I do subconsciously like it!” you wailed.

Once more, Quynh began to laugh, nudging you and knocking you over, though she caught you in her other paw before you could hit the ground. Putting you back in your comfortable spot nestled against her fur, she continued to chuckle as she spoke.

“Quoting a single line does not mean you agree with everything a character has done,” she said. “And what does it matter to you what Lee thinks?”

“It just does,” you said. “It really matters to me.”

“Princess, I think that your dilemma is not a dilemma at all,” she said.

“Huh? Yes, it is!” you said.

“It’s not,” she said. “If you search within yourself, you will know the truth. Even in just this conversation, even without seeking it out, I have found it. And no one can know your heart better than you, so there is no reason that you cannot do the same.”

“I’ve been searching! But no answer has made itself apparent,” you said.

“Keep looking,” she said. “One day, it will. Until then, you needn’t decide anything. No one is forcing your hand.”

That was true. It wasn’t as if you were being threatened into a decision, into an acknowledgment. If your feelings really were the kind that Quynh was suggesting, then things would be spoiled, so you vowed to push them aside for now and focus on other, more pressing matters.

“That’s not the only subject that I have been mulling over recently. Quynh, do you think I would have made a better queen than Kuei is king?” you said. Her ears pricked, and her voice took on an alarmed cast when she responded.

“I know you don’t mean to be seditious, but the implication is there,” she said.

“Maybe it is seditious, but I still want your answer. The Earth Kingdom was built on your back; you’ve witnessed every monarch’s reign, every king’s rise and fall, every war and each bloody moment in the land’s history. No one would know better than you if I made the right decision all of those years ago,” you said.

“It’s not so simple,” she said. “Every king has inherited a different world than their predecessors. Some anre easier times than others, but all have their variances. Kuei is not a bad king, believe it or not. He is an uneducated one, an ignorant one, perhaps even an inept one, but he is not a bad one. He was one born to rule over a world at peace, one born to mature slowly and reign in old age, and he was given none of those considerations.”

“What about me?” you said.

“You are a princess who wants to love her people very much,” she said. “There’s always a place for that kind of royalty. However, there’s no saying what kind of ruler you would’ve been; the likelihood is that you would’ve been the same as your brother. Children are not meant to rule, dear girl. Remember it well; a boy should not be king any more than a crook should.”

You swallowed. “If only our father were still here. Things would be better.”

The father who you had never met, yet whose absence you mourned daily anew. If he were still alive, then would Ba Sing Se be as troubled as it had become under your brother’s command? You tried to imagine what kind of a man he would be. The 51st Earth King…you had read the stories and the songs until you had memorized them, but they were flimsy replacements for knowing him, for loving him.

You envied Kuei in that sense. He had met your parents. He had loved your parents and been loved by them in return. Neither of them had even known you long enough to love you. Were it not for Quynh and Kuei, you wouldn’t have been loved by anyone at all.

“They would be,” Quynh said. “But your father is gone, Y/N, and you cannot change the past. For better or for worse, your brother is the king.”

“Ba Sing Se is falling apart,” you said. “The great capital that you and Shan built is crumbling under Kuei’s control. The worst part is that he does not even know it, and he would not believe me if I told him! Isn’t it a sad twist? That I am the one with the knowledge but not the power, and he is the one who knows nothing yet has everything!”

“You are still a princess,” Quynh said. “Not a king nor a queen, but you are still the second-most powerful person in this kingdom. You are not as helpless as you are determined to believe yourself.”

“What can I do?” you said.

She angled her paw so that you slid off of it and onto your feet, and then she curled back up in her usual position. A door opened, one that must’ve led to Ba Sing Se, and she let out a gravelly exhale.

“If there is a problem, then you must understand it,” she said. “Only then can you begin to fix it. Do you understand what is happening in the city at present? In your own palace?”

“Not really,” you said. “Do you?”

“I do, but I also do not,” she said. “It’s an internal knowledge that I cannot explain to anyone else, but I am aware of it. Like an itch on my back which I cannot reach.”

“Spirit nonsense,” you said. “No matter. You’re right; even if Lee cannot tell me, there must be some way I can suss things out.”

“It’s a large city,” Quynh agreed. “There will be someone willing to help you. You only need to find them. As you found the Blue Spirit. As you found Lee.”

“Do you think I can?” you said.

“I think you can do a lot more than you are aware of,” she said. “You remind me of someone else. Someone I knew a very long time ago.”

“One of my ancestors?” you said.

“My own brother,” she said. “It has been ages upon ages since I saw him last. I thought that I could not quite recall his face anymore, but then I saw yours, and I knew that it had to be the same. I knew that he had come to be at my side again, however briefly.”

Her brother — Shan. The founder of the Earth Kingdom, who had against all odds taken a continent at war and turned it into a single nation that was united and powerful beyond even the wildest dreams of his contemporaries. What kind of equivalency was that? Who would think to compare you with the legendary first king?

You thought that Quynh’s passageway would lead you to the tea shop, as it usually did, but instead it spit you out in front of a building far too elegant to be in the Lower Ring. That meant you must’ve been in the Upper Ring, where the wealthier residents of Ba Sing Se stayed.

“Why am I here?” you muttered. Reading the sign hung above the door, you saw that the building was a girls’ poetry house. When you strained your ears, you heard the dulcet tones of recited haikus being whispered back and forth, though an unexpected addition made you pause. “That’s an awfully masculine sounding girl…”

All of a sudden, the door slammed open, and a man in a security uniform tossed out a boy clad in blue. Your eyes widened as he came flying at you, knocking you to the floor beneath him with the force of the guard’s throw.

“Aw, man,” the boy groaned. “I was just trying to show my appreciation for poetry — woah! When did you get here?”

His eyes were a bright, clear blue, though it was not the dark shade of the Blue Spirit’s mask, but rather a luminous, glittering color that pierced straight through you. For a moment, you thought that he must’ve known your every secret and intimacy — such was the depth of his gaze. But it only lasted for a moment, after which you remembered that there was no way he could’ve come to know it all just by looking at you.

“I was just passing by, and then that boorish security threw you at me!” you said. The boy leapt to his feet and offered you his hand, pulling you up when you took it and giving you a wide grin in return.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, shaking the hand he had already captured in his own vigorously. “I’m Sokka!”

“Y/N,” you said. He narrowed his eyes at you, leaning closer and scrutinizing you, an ordeal for which you stayed entirely still. Only when he was finally satisfied did he straighten, though he was still frowning slightly.

“That name is mighty familiar,” he said. “Have we met or something? I feel like I know you.”

“I…used to be in the circus?” you said, silently apologizing to Lee and Mushi for stealing their personal backgrounds for your cover story. “A very well-regarded one. I was, um, famous. For my acrobatics. That’s probably where you recognize me from.”

You hoped Mushi wouldn’t be upset that you had just appropriated his identity. It was the only one you could think of without the time to prepare in advance, and even then only because it was on your mind due to how absurd you had found it when Lee had mentioned it.

“We haven’t visited any circuses on our trip,” Sokka said. “So that can’t be it.”

“I’m a household name!” you said. “The main attractions tend to be, you know. Everyone across the Earth Kingdom knows who I am.”

This was actually not a lie. It would be difficult to find a single family who had not at least heard of you, but it wasn’t because of your nonexistent acrobatic prowess. Either way, it must have been convincing enough, as Sokka just shrugged it off.

“If you say so,” he said. “Can you do a cartwheel?”

“Not in a dress, I can’t,” you said. “Don’t be foolish. How would I possibly maneuver my limbs in that way with all of this fabric obstructing me?”

“Aw, I was really hoping you could show me how it’s done! I’ve always wanted to learn how to cartwheel,” Sokka said as the two of you began to walk away from the poetry house. He swung his arms by his sides as he walked, with a lackadaisical looseness you had never observed so closely before. Even Lee, Mushi, and the Blue Spirit had neat, contained manners to their gaits, each movement done with purpose, but Sokka was haphazard and almost unwieldy in his grace.

“If I were wearing pants, I might be able to demonstrate, but as it is, you’ll have to find another teacher,” you said.

“Wait! I have the best idea ever!” Sokka said. “You’re going to love this.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when he said that, but whatever it had been, it was not this. It did not come as a surprise that you did not love it; in fact, you were more befuddled than anything.

Sokka’s clothes did not by any means fit you properly, and the same could be said for your dress on his frame. He did not seem to mind, though, giving you a double-thumbs-up when he emerged from behind the wall where he had changed.

“You look great!” he said.

“I don’t know that I can say the same about you, but in the interest of being polite, I should like to tell you that you appear radiant at the moment,” you said.

“Why’re you speaking like you’re about to give a speech or something? Seriously, you Upper Ring folk are so weird,” he said.

“Aren’t you also one of the Upper Ring folk?” you said. “Considering I’ve met you here, you must be.”

“Nah, I’m just a visitor,” he said.

“But a very important one. Not everyone is lodged in the Upper Ring,” you said. Sokka blushed and waved you off.

“I know a guy or two,” he said. “No biggie, just another day in the life. But enough talking! Let’s get to cartwheeling. This is a moment I’ve dreamed of for a long time!”

“I hope you’ve been dreaming of being disappointed for equally as long,” you said.

“What’d you say?” he said.

“Nothing,” you said.

“Then what are we waiting for?” he said. “Show me how it’s done!”

There was a problem: you had no idea how to do a cartwheel. If only it were Mushi in your place! According to Lee, he was supremely flexible, and he had his circus training. As well, his patient and kind demeanor meant that he would be uniquely suited to being Sokka’s cartwheeling mentor. At any rate, he’d be better than you at the job, though that wasn’t really a high bar.

“Here goes nothing,” you said, taking a deep breath and raising your arms over your head. Trying to emulate what you had heard about the movement, you took a step forward and tried to push off with your back leg.

Somehow, it happened that your slipper came flying off, smacking Sokka in the face as you lost your balance and landed in a heap on the cobblestones of the street. Sokka shrieked as he, too, was knocked over, though through the dim awareness you had of the situation, you could not quite discern how a mere shoe had been enough to warrant that much of a reaction.

“I think you’re bad luck,” he said, rubbing his head. “No wonder you left the circus. I can’t believe they kept you around for as long as they did!”

“I’m out of practice,” you said, accepting the shoe he passed you and putting it back on. “Could I have my clothes back, perhaps? Or have you taken a liking to them? Because I do not think you wear green as well as I do.”

“Hey!”

Once you and he were back in your regular clothes, you readied yourself to wish Sokka farewell. You weren’t really sure what he was doing or why he was in the Upper Ring, but you thought it was safe to say that he was not the person Quynh was talking about, the one who would be willing to help you in solving the problems of your kingdom.

“I still can’t shake the feeling that you remind me of someone,” Sokka said.

“Do you have any siblings?” you said.

“A younger sister,” he said.

“It’s probably her. I’m a younger sister, too,” you said. “If you’re not an avid circus-goer, then that’s the only other option I can come up with.”

“That’s another thing! I’ve never heard of circus performers speaking so fancily,” he said.

“You said it yourself that you haven’t visited any circuses on your trip, so how would you know?” you said. “It’s a shame that you have these stereotypes in your head. You should do some introspection about where they originate from.”

“What — no, I’m not — that’s not what I meant! There’s just something about you that I’m this close to figuring out!” he said, holding up his thumb and pointer finger, pressing them together for effect.

“You’re not getting paid for it, so why waste the effort?” you said.

“I’m just a curious — duck!” he said.

“Duck? Do you mean a turtleduck? That’s an interesting way to describe yourself — oh!” you said as he pulled you to the ground and out of the way of an incoming boulder.

“Whose bad side did you get on, huh?” Sokka said, motioning for you to run along with him. It was nothing like when you and the Blue Spirit had fled from the assassin’s previous attack; you didn’t have that implicit trust in Sokka to protect you, and for his part, Sokka was just as panicked as you were, so all told it was a much less graceful exit as you charged through the streets of the Upper Ring.

“A bunch of assassins!” you said. “They’ve been chasing me on and off for weeks now.”

“Assassins?” Sokka wheezed out as you increased your pace. “Just what kind of acrobat were you?”

“One that made a lot of enemies — look out!” you said, jumping into the air to avoid the stone gloves that reached for your ankles. Missing their target, they slammed into the wall and burst into smithereens.

“We’re almost at our guest house!” Sokka said. “The others should be able to help us if we haven’t lost these freaks by then. We just have to reach there before getting, y’know, crushed!”

“That’d be ideal!” you said, covering your head with your hands as you rounded a corner. Sokka kicked the door to a luxurious villa down, shoving you in and then slamming it shut behind him, pressing his back to it as the three occupants of the home gave you both alarmed looks.

“Assassins — rocks — cartwheel instructor!” Sokka said, heaving for breath and pointing at you. You waved at the trio, who must’ve been the friends that Sokka was visiting Ba Sing Se with.

One was a beautiful girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to Sokka — indubitably, this was his sister, though unlike Sokka, her eyes swirled with something lively and unsettled, as if they were twin seas set in her sweet face. Beside her was another girl, this one with fine features like a lady but a rough aura like a wrestler, and on her right was a boy with the blue arrows of an Airbending master running along his body.

“You’re going to have to repeat that,” Sokka’s sister said. “What’s going on? Who is this?”

“My cartwheeling instructor,” Sokka said.

“In a manner of speaking,” you said. “I didn’t really teach him much.”

“You know how to cartwheel? I love cartwheeling!” the Airbender said.

“Why didn’t Sokka ask you to teach him, then?” you said. The boy shrugged.

“Dunno,” he said.

“We were in the middle of a lesson—” Sokka began.

“As I recall, we were about to part ways,” you interrupted. Sokka shushed you impatiently.

“Like I was saying, we were in the middle of a lesson when, out of nowhere, pow! There was a boulder flying at our heads, and then boom! We almost died from it!” he said. You decided to just be quiet and let him tell the story; he had a flair for dramatics that you could not hope to match.

“What? Why?” his sister said.

“No idea! She said that she’s been being chased by those assassins for a while now!” Sokka said.

“Did you bring a criminal into our house?” his sister said, arching a brow at you. “Are you a criminal?”

“Not as far as I know,” you said. “I suppose I’m not really meant to be out here, but it’s not against any significant law for me to be. It’s just a family rule I’ve broken.”

“You said that they’re assassins?” the younger of the two girls said. “There’s no way. I didn’t sense anyone coming near us except for you two and some of the Dai Li agents.”

“They must be super sneaky!” Sokka said. “Right, Y/N?”

“Hm, it might be,” you said, lost in thought at this suggestion. Though you had no idea what she meant when she said she had sensed the Dai Li’s presence, you also had no reason to think that the girl was lying. There were two things that that could mean if what she said was correct, and neither of them were options you wanted to be true.

“Sokka,” his sister said. It was then that you realized that she, the Airbender, and the other girl were staring at you. “What did you just call your new friend?”

“You’re right! I can’t believe I forgot to do introductions! Y/N, this is Aang, Toph, and my sister Katara. Everyone, this is Y/N,” Sokka said, pointing at everyone as he said their names.

“Hello,” you said. “It’s lovely to meet you all.”

“Sokka!” Katara said. “You dumb, idiotic genius! We’ve been trying to talk to the king for ages, and you just happened to meet his sister while out and about!”

“That’s where I knew your name from!” Sokka said. “Princess Y/N, duh. Wait! You’re Princess Y/N!”

“Um,” you said, swearing internally at the fact that you had not thought to come up with a new name to go along with your alter ego as an acrobat. “No, I’m not.”

“She’s lying,” Toph said. “I have seismic sense, so you can forget about trying to make things up, princess. I’ll be able to tell in an instant.”

“You don’t know how good it is to meet you!” Aang said. “We’ve been trying to talk to your brother for a while now, but it’s not been going well.”

“Why would you want to talk to Kuei?” you said before you could stop yourself, rolling your eyes at the mere thought of anyone actually desiring to speak with him. “He’s not the most stimulating conversationalist.”

“You’re Princess Y/N!” Sokka said again. “You’re the princess of the Earth Kingdom, and I made you wear my clothes and do cartwheels!”

“When you put it like that, it does sound like a grave offense,” you said. “Shall I have you executed for it?”

“No!” he said, falling to his knees and bowing. “Oh esteemed, valued, generous, kind, benevolent princess, please spare my life! Please please please please please please—”

“I was only joking,” you informed him.

“We have to speak to the Earth King,” Aang said. “Do you think you could get us an audience? It’s urgent. If it helps, tell him the Avatar is the one making the request.”

“You’re the Avatar?” you said. Aang nodded at you, his expression grave and at odds with his youthful countenance. “For some reason, I thought you’d be older.”

“He’s technically 112 years old,” Sokka piped up from where he was now supine on the floor by your feet. “So there’s that.”

“I see,” you said. “You look good for your age, then. My apologies for making assumptions.”

“It’s complicated,” Aang said. “Do you think you can help us, though?”

“We’re kind of at our wits’ ends,” Katara added.

“Those Earth Palace dolts are the next level of stupid,” Toph said. “It’s all a bunch of bureaucracy and rules. Blech.”

“I can’t guarantee it,” you said. “I’m sorry. I’m not even allowed to be here right now. You see, I’m forbidden to leave my chambers. It’s only through the power of a spirit named Quynh that I may enter and exit without detection — though, I’m beginning to doubt how true that part is, but that’s an issue for me to work through on my own time. I’ll do my best to help you all while I’m at it, but for the most part, my hands are tied.”

“Okay,” Katara said when it became obvious that the others were too disappointed to come up with a response. “There’s nothing more we can ask of you. Just — it’s really urgent. You have to mean it when you say you’ll do your best.”

“I do mean it,” you said. “But in case, is there any other message you’d like me to pass along?”

“There is a war,” Aang said. “He has to ignore everything that he’s been told and realize that. There’s a war going on, and without his support, we’re going to lose it.”

A war. Of course. It made so much sense. The refugees. The injuries. The state of Ba Sing Se. It all pointed towards a distant yet rapidly encroaching conflict. That was the problem. That was what you needed to understand, or at least begin with understanding — there were other things that the Avatar and his friends had accidentally or purposefully revealed, smaller details that you would pick at and dissect until their natural conclusions, but this was the main point.

Not yet, though. These were things best done in the harsh, inescapable brightness of day, and tonight’s twilight was already waning. Soon, it would be time for the daily lighting of the Firelight Fountain’s lanterns, and there was something else you wanted to do before that.

Blending into crowds when you could, creeping past checkpoints and keeping your head lowered to avoid detection, you snuck into the Lower Ring, making your way towards a certain place, Quynh’s words coming to mind all of a sudden.

He would be starting his evening shift soon. You could picture him putting his apron on, rolling up his sleeves and complaining to his uncle about how much he hated his job and how they deserved to be somewhere else — the circus, perhaps? You weren’t sure, for he never really elaborated, but that was because the alternative location was not as important as the dissatisfaction he felt.

Despite your best efforts to quash it for fear of looking like a fool — what normal person was so excited by the prospect of apologizing to the dourest boy born to humanity? — a smile formed on your face as you began to walk faster, towards the tea shop where you knew Lee would be waiting.

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Cravings & Foot Rubs

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N

Summary: Pop-Tarts, foot rubs and massages. That's all you are craving - and Loki is more than willing to fulfill your wishes.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, pregnancy things, Loki being an overprotective lil' beb, ladders?

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: To celebrate the release of the Loki Season 2 trailer, I thought I'm gonna post a lil' story! ☺️

This was an idea @eleniblue had. ☺️ She texted me the thing with the foot rubs and massages - and well... That's what the writing department in my brain spat out. I love it. I hope y'all do, too! 🥰

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With a low grunt, you stepped on the little ladder, in order to reach the top shelf, in which the Avengers had stowed away the Pop-Tarts. They had to hide them away. Unless Thor would've eaten all of them - and he wasn't the only one who liked the sweet treat. You did, too, for example.

Unfortunately, was the mission ahead no easy one for you - at least at the moment, with being almost eight months pregnant... This far along in the pregnancy was almost everything a difficult task.

"Uhh, getting Pop-Tarts, babe... We ran out of them and, uh, I desperately wanted some, and I know where Tony hides them, so..." Loki helped you step down from the ladder; his strong grip not ceasing. Once your feet touched solid ground again, you turned to face him. "So, you decide to climb a ladder in order to get some?!" "Uhh, yeah?" Troubled blue eyes were looking down at you. The expression on his face told him that he didn't like this at all.

Taking the next two steps with a grunt, your hand was finally able to reach the top shelf. You let out a victorious giggle and grabbed the Pop-Tarts you craved - chocolate and strawberry.

Just when you wanted to take a step back again, in order to get off the small ladder, you suddenly felt two very strong hands gripping your hips. "What by the holy roots of Yggdrasil are you doing, love?!" It was your husband, of course. The pitch of his voice told you, that he was not amused... And worried.

Your lover took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "Darling... This is dangerous..." He started; both his palms wandering from your hips to the swell of your stomach. "You can't just climb a ladder, being so heavily pregnant... You could've fallen! I was just down the hall. You could've asked me - or hence, even him to help you!" Loki turned to nod at Bucky, who sat quietly on one of the bar stools; eating chocolate pudding. He didn't want to just interfere in your argument, so he kept his mouth shut and played 'Subway Surfers' on his mobile. But when Loki called him out, he lifted his head to face the 'fighting' couple. The god looked at him with a rather mean gaze, while you had an apologetic expression on your face; mouthing 'Sorry, Buck.'

Bucky immediately lifted his hands in surrender. "Hey, don't put this on me, man. I tried to help her, but she told me she was fine, so I accepted her decision." Your husband turned back around to you. "Y/N!" "I'm sorry, babe! But I wanted to make this on my own. I am not sick, just pregnant." Loki sighed; "I know that, love, and I can understand it as well - but..." his hands found your baby bump once more. "I just want you two to be safe. Next time you're craving Pop-Tarts, please tell me. I'll get them for you, yes?" You nodded; getting his point. "Yes." Loki smiled, "Good girl." and leaned forward to peck your lips. "Now, is there something else my beautiful wife is craving, beside Pop-Tarts?"

Believe it or not, but the god loved to give you any kind of massages you desired. He loved the feeling of your skin underneath his palms and fingertips, and the fact that he was able to ease up a lot of your pains. Those magically hands of his, were always able to make you feel good. In more than just one way.

Your cheeks turned slightly red because of Loki's flattering words, as you thought for a moment, then smiled; biting your lip. "Foot rubs?" Loki nodded; smiling brightly as well. "Foot rubs it is."

"Lay down, my queen and I shall give you what you desire." Loki guided you towards the sofa and even helped you lay down. He stacked up another pillow behind your back to make sure that you were comfortable. "Is this to yours and our child's liking?" You giggled like a school girl, nodding. "It is, Lokes. Thank you." "Perfect." The god moved down to your feet then; placed them on his lap. Gently taking off your socks, he started to massage your swollen, hurting feet. Not even a minute had passed, when the first satisfied and utterly relieved moan slipped past your lips. Loki just chuckled and lifted his head to meet your gaze. "Does that feel good, love?" "Heavenly..."

He continued to massage your feet for a while, before he moved up to work the muscles of your calves. After making sure that he gave them enough attention, he went to slip your maternity shorts easily up, bending one leg after the other and massaged your thighs. "Baaabe..." You grunted in satisfaction. "You are so good at this. Have you ever considered to work as a masseur? Those hands are magical - literally. Please don't stop." You pouted; looking down at him. Loki just chuckled once more and shook his head. "I do not intend to stop, darling." Of course, the god was utterly tempted to let his hands travel even further up, but he didn't, because he wanted to help your muscles relax and to give them - you, a break.

"Want me to give your back a massage as well?" "If you'd be willing to do that..." You stated; smiling sheepishly. Loki's lips twitched into another smile. "Turn around, sweet girl." You giggled and did what he said; turned on your side. "As your husband and father of this little wonder you're growing, it is my duty to do everything possible, that makes you feel good - which includes countless foot rubs and massages."

"Don't go..." You mumbled. "Stay." Loki's heart skipped a beat at your words - like so often. "Shall I join you?" A sleepy smile crossed your soft facial features. "Please..." He gave your hand a squeeze, "Alright." and let go of it, in order to lay down beside you. The god didn't slip underneath the blanket, but grabbed a pillow and slid down, until he was face to face with your bump. Pressing a lingering kiss on the roundness which was his child, he wrapped an arm around your hip and hugged you - or well, rather your baby close. You smiled at this gesture. It was something Loki loved to do.

Loki gently lifted your t-shirt, "The small of your back again?" "Uh.Huh." and started to do his good work. "Hips too, darling?" "Yep." "Alright." His hands gently kneaded the muscles and skin of your lower back first, before he moved further to your hips. Loki massaged your left hip first, then the right.

By the end of his soothing and much-needed massage, you were totally relaxed; your sore muscles eased. Hence, you were on the verge of sleeping in - what didn't slip Loki's notice, of course. You didn't even realise, how he stood up and draped a blanket over your body. Only when you felt his cool lips pressing against your forehead did your sleepy brain react. "Take a nap, my love. Rest a bit." Before he could walk away, you reached out your arm and grabbed one of his large hands.

You buried your hands in his long, wild raven curls; massaging his scalp gently. A satisfying groan rumbled through his chest, as he buried his face in the fabric of the blanket, which covered your bump.

Sometimes, words weren't needed and a gesture was all it took. That was such a moment. With your heart filled with love and adoration, you watched the love of your life cuddle with your unborn baby and slowly drifted off to sleep.

[koffeesfancy]

The Tutor Ch. 2 | Letitia x Reader

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

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance, fluff, slow-burn, comedy

Word Count: 2716

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

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nique, listen to me-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked, taken aback. “Wednesday?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sillysaurus]

day 6: a character i headcanon as a regressor, topher bus from clone high

🦐🍤🥤🎮♾️

why: its mainly projection, i kin him. and he is lonely and hates the world so he needs an escape. also hes autistic (trust)

i think he would regress to around 7-13

i think he would be very game oriented, he would definitely be into the horror game scene, like fnaf and poppy playtime. also minecraft and roblox. has a 3DS and plays pokemon, mario, plants vs zombies, etc. watches people play scary games on youtube (and gets scared but pretends he doesnt). listens to hatsune miku, other cute electronic music, game osts of course, and minecraft parodies. collects legos like crazy. hides his stuffed animals in the closet. coolmathgames. likes nyan cat and 2010s internet things (mlg). classic mobile games: angry birds, temple run, subway surfers, jetpack joyride. online games like club penguin, ponytown. hes a sore loser and will pout. drinks too much soda and energy drinks. very insecure about his regression

[thtupidity]

So I actually did this a lot faster than expected so uhhh here's the character pages. There were also all the locations until Jan 2021 (or whenever the space station update was) but nothing really of importance.

Anyways here's the core crew's entries, only Jake, Tricky, Fresh, and Yutani had 4 pages unlike the 2 the others got (except for Dino, Boombot, and Miss Maia who all share a single page)

Jake, the first character you meet in subway surfers is the group's leader!

[no speach bubble]

- his grades don't actually reflect his intelligence because he's "too much of a dreamer to focus on schoolwork"

- he constantly wants to go further than everyone else which is why he doesn't turn down challenges and dares (how can this possibly go wrong)

- his need for thrill makes him kinda insensitive towards his friends, he still cares about them and will do risky things for them. Sometimes just for fun.

Tricky, meet the gang's rebel girl— and dance diva!

"I gotta admit, that my ballet training comes in handy when I'm jumping obstacles in the tunnels! But I have to be careful not to twist an ankle — my tracher and my parents would kill me..."

- she can only use her money on things her parents allow her to

- if she gets caught by Ted her parents would make sure she never skates again

- she is a complete perfectionist and takes angles and physics into consideration, and if she can't emulate it perfectly she gets frustrated

Fresh, Fresh was birn in the wrong time: his head is totally in the 1980s

"I live my life by the five elements of hip-hop: MC'ing, DJing, breakdancing, graffiti and education! Okay and skating. Is there room for a sixth element? Who decides this stuff?"

- there isn't much that we already know i.e just saying "he loves the 80s" over and over again and his paragraphs are short. Justice for my boy.

- "Fresh is the most levelheaded of the gang — good at defusing arguments and keeping them all together. He thinks before he speaks, which is kore than you can say for Jake!" ...damnnn

- He feels as if his family is stifling sometimes, so he likes being able to get away from them.

Spike, keeping it real!

[no speach bubble]

- Spike is pointed out to have his fashion more closer to the 70s compared to everyone else's 80s vibe. So food for my "Spike is older" headcanon yum yum

- His boots are shit for skating

Yutani, the gang's resident tech genius, whose inventions are out of this world!

"Whatever my home planet is like, I hope it has lower gravity than Earth — imagine the jumps and tricks you could pull off! And it'd hurt less when you fell, too."

- Yutani thinks there is a tech-based solution to any problem

- She thinks she's an alien because of her missing birth records

- Yutani being able to understand the turbine is implied to be related to her alien orgin

- She also sometimes says more than she's supposed to on her streams (let Yutani do the next interactive stream, grill her on information instead)

Lucy, the punk girl of the gang

"Who said goths have to be mopey and depressed? Sure, I hang out in dark tunnels a lot— but I know how to have fun!

- so there isn't anything important just describing her outfits. But them calling her punk and then talking about her being goth is mildly annoying.

Frank, who *is* that guy?

[no speach bubble]

- nothing much (predictably) just making fun of his clothes.

King, who made him king?

"Heavy is the head that wears the crown, that's what they alwayd day. They should try wearing a crown made of paper! Saves a lot of neck strain."

- not a subway surfer, but he hangs around them because he wants to be included in the fun (justice for King)

- His design is based off of a kid on the album "you've come a long way, baby" by Fatboy Slim

Ella, fresher than Fresh!

"That little brother of mine doesn't know real music when he hears it..."

- She likes reggae music over Hip-hop

- that's about it sadly

Ninja, the moonlight shadow! (i love this title)

"I will strike when you least expect it. Not now. Or now. Look, it won't be when you're watching me."

- He still has no canon name

- A lot of talk about ninjas being assassins so I like to take it as their way of saying Ninja has killed and will kill again.

- His Yang outfit could be useful for sneaking around in the snow

Tagbot, the cyber-surfer

"My databanks contain over three million tags in two hundred languages! I can also spell-check your tags, if you like."

- Yutani is the one who built him, and its stated that he's inspired by Jake. Love her still but would like to know her reasoning to this bold choice.

Tasha, bringing good cheer!

"Give me an "S"! Give me a "u"! Give me a "b"! Give me a "w"! Give me a "a"! Give me a "y"! What d'you mean, why? It's today's word hung word! LOOK, I JUST NEED THE "Y" AND I'VE COMPLETED IT!!"

- there isnt actually a lot here, other than like "hah bet you didn't think you'd find someone like her being a subway surfer!" So were moving on. Most of these are like this. (Justice for Tasha)

Zoe, playing dead.

"Must...tag...walls..."

- she's one of those fast zombies which is horrifying

- She's also not very talkative

- She hasn't tried to eat anyone's brain... "yet"

- Again shes implied to have been dead since the 50s

Brody, too cool for school

"I surf anywhere... beaches, subways... its all just boards to me!"

- young lifeguard

- He's posh?? Maybe??

(These all share a page unfortunately)

Dino [no sub title]

"Roar! What else do you expect me to say? Im a dinosaur."

- "maybe its secretly Yutani"

Boombot [no sub title]

"I don't break down when I break-dance!"

- I hope youre hungry. For nothing. (Justice for boombot)

Miss Maia [no sub title]

"People think i'm mysterious because I wear this respirator mask... really, I just want to avoid breathing in paint fumes. It's good sense!"

- I hope youre hungry. For nothing. (Justice for Maia)

Guard and Dog, don't let them catch you!

"This job would be great if it weren't for those kids. I'd never have to do anything! Although them the boss might fire me for doing nothing..."

- Ted's boss reveal when

- Hes always following them around the world. He's the biggest hater in the subway surfers universe no one does it like him.

- Subway company either makes him wear costumes on holidays or he just does it himself

- He dresses up as NYPD, which im pretty sure is a crime to impersonate an officer...

[jiniretbabii]

Daddy 💝✨🧸🌸:

Lee Felix x Reader Smut Drabble by Jiniretbabii

Warnings: oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, babying, fingering, cum eating, creampie, reader has an anal plug. Reader is very petite. READER IS NOT A CHILD!

Home alone all day waiting for your daddy to come home. You been a good girl and following his orders. As a reward he allowed you to play Animal Crossing while he was away at work.

Spending hours playing animal crossing you finally hear the key unlock the front door to your shared apartment. You jump out your chair excited to see you daddy. Skipping to the door to greet him, “Daddy! You’re home!” You said wrapping your small arms around him.

Felix hugs you tightly and lifts you into the air, “my little princess, where you a good girl today? Did you do exactly as I said?” Nodding your head rapidly knocking your oversized baby blue bow out of your hair, you excitedly said “Of course daddy, I wouldn’t ever disobey you!” Setting you down on your tiny feet he softly pats your head. “My good little princess, always good for daddy!” You take him by the hand and lead him to the kitchen. “Daaaaaaddy!” You sang giving him puppy eyes.

Felix chuckled, “yes my baby?” “Baby is hungry!” You said tilting your head to the side.

A large smile came over his face, he loves when you tell him your needs and wants. “What does my baby want? Chicken nuggets?” Pouting your lips and scrunching your nose, you shook your head. “Nope!” “Hmmm… pizza?”

“Nope!”

“Do you want cookies?”

Your eyes lit up, you love when daddy Felix makes you fresh cookies.

Bouncing on your feet, the hem of your very short baby blue lace babydoll moved up and down, slighting exposing your cute ruffle panties. “Yes! Baby wants daddy Felix cookies!”

Letting out a deep chuckle, he leans in and kissed your cheek, “alright alright settle down, you have been good so I’ll bake cookies for you!”

You jumped up and hugged him, Felix kisses your head, “alright go play with your toys while I bake, okay?”

You crossed your arms and pouted, “I don’t wanna play with my toys! I wanna bake with you!”

His smile dropped and raised a brow, “y/n, Daddy says go play, do you want cookies or not?”

Eyes widened, a faint gasp left your lips, you quickly scurried off to do as your daddy tells you.

“My good girl.” He giggled as he got the ingredients ready.

You pulled out your iPad with a bright pink case with your name engraved. Sitting on the floor you began to play subway surfer. From time to time you’ll peek up at your daddy and begin to giggle. ‘Daddy Felix is so handsome.’ You thought.

“Y/n! My little princess the cookies are ready!” He softly sang in his deep tone. You dropped your iPad and skipped to the kitchen.

“Up!” You said smiling holding your tiny arms out. “Baby wants uppies?” “YEP!”

Felix picks your tiny frame and sets you on top of the counter, you cross your legs as the aroma of the cookies fill your nose. Your little panties on display. He picks up a large chocolate chip cookie and hands it to you. “Do you want milk?”

You nod smiling as you take a bite. He grabs the milk from the fridge, then reaches for your baby bottle. He fills the bottle then hands it to you.

Smiling wide he kisses your cheek making you blush. “How is it?” Your big bright eyes gazed into his eyes smiling, “I love them!” His heart melted, “more than me?” Pouting your lips you shook your head, “no, I love daddy more!” You said as you kissed his cheek. “I love You soooooo much!”

“How much?”

You spread your arms wide “thiiiiis much, more than the whoooole wiiiiiide world!”

He grabs you and starts tickling your sides.

You can’t contain your laughter. “No daddy stooooop that tickles!” You begged.

Squeezing you tight he whispers in your ear, “since you love daddy so much show me if you listened to daddy today.”

Your core started to moisten. You gently lifted your babydoll dress and began to remove your panties. You lifted your legs high revealing the task Felix gave you:

To wear your butt plug all day.

A soft moan came from his lips.

“Did you really keep it in all day little princess?”

Getting wetter, you whispered, “yes. I swear I did daddy, I was being a good girl!”

“Really?” He said slowly stroking your wet core.

“I promise!” You gasped

“Mmm, my good little baby. Do you want daddy to give you a reward?”

You began to clench around nothing, his voice and words made you flood.

Slowly nodding your head as you gazed into his eyes.

Felix picks you off the counter and carries you into the pastel pink bedroom. The room, cutely decorated with large stuffed teddy bears and ruffles he laid you on the large plush bed.

You looked into his eyes mouth slightly agape. Felix leans in to kiss you. Your lips met.

Soft, wet, and sweet. His kisses were endless. You fall back into the bed, him slowly climbing on top of your small frame. His hand slid up your babydoll.

“D-Daddy” you moaned into his mouth.

“Yes my little princess.”

“I want daddy to play with me.”

Biting you lower lip, then slowly sucking on it. He moaned as he deepened the kiss.

“How do tou want daddy to play with you?”

“Can I have daddy’s fingers?”

“Where little one use your words?”

“D-down there…. Please.”

Moments later Felix slid two fingers inside your dripping folds. Letting out a loud high pitched moan you arched you back, slowly fucking yourself to his fingers. Moaning deeply into his kisses you felt your body temperature rise. Your daddy began to quicken the pace, causing you to go jump.

“Stay still for daddy, you want to release for daddy correct?” Nodding your head you slid back down onto his fingers. Felix sped his fingers up hitting your most sensitive spot.

“DADDY!” You screamed in pure bliss.

“Yes my baby, you’re taking daddy’s fingers so well! Please release for daddy!” He hushed as he pumped his fingers deeper and faster, curving as he reached your spot. Eyes rolling, lewd moans, back arching you began to clench around his fingers. He knew you where close, his pumps became sloppy. The sounds of your wet cunt gushing echoed, bouncing off the walls. Music to Felix’s ears.

“That’s it, almost there, cmon my baby girl! Cum for daddy!” He groaned.

Your walls pulsated, suffocating Felix’s fingers. “I-IM C-CUM…MING!” You shouted. Riding out your orgasm you fell back into the soft bed. Breathing heavily, body trembling.

Felix smiled, proud to make his baby girl cum.

“Daddy, can I make you cum? Please?” You begged. Felix became harder. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to. You knew his answer.

Unbuckling his pants, freeing his thick and lengthy member, you eyes widened, mouth watering.

Taking your tiny hands you gripped his clock and slowly started pumping it. You looked into his face, his eyes locked onto yours. “Be a good girl and taste Daddy.” You obeyed. You wrapped your cherry red lips around his cock. Too big for your small delicate mouth, you still managed to fit it in so well. Slowly sucking Felix’s long girthy member, Felix tosses his head back giving the most lewd moan. “Fuck baby girl, you do it so well. Your small little mouth taking this huge cock so effortlessly. You’re truly my little princess.” You pumped his cock with one hand the other playing with your aching clit.

Bucking into your hand as you played with your little nub, you began to take Felix’s cock deeper into your throat. Gagging, tears forming, you still sucked to please your daddy. You knew you had a bigger reward coming if you did good. You could feel Felix throbbing. You began to deep throat faster. Halting your self pleasure you took both hands and pumped his cock faster as you took his cock faster and deeper down your fragile tiny throat.

“Fuck! How can someone so small take something so fucking big! K-keep doing it like this baby! Faster! I swear daddy will fill this little throat!” You tried your best to go as fast as you can you please your daddy. Tears running down your cheeks, the sound of you gagging mixed harmoniously with Felix’s groans and yelps.

You quickly pulled away catching your breathe, you peering into his eyes, “daddy fuck my face, I can’t go any faster, please fuck baby’s little face and cum down my throat!” You pleaded. Felix eyes went dark, you grabbed your head and slammed his cock deep into your small throat. His speed was so intense, you couldn’t grasp anything but the idea of daddy using your throat for his pleasure. You always wanted to please your daddy and make him happy in every way. His moans became loud it startled you, you began to rapidly rub your clit trying to reach your second orgasm. You could feel Felix throbbing intensely, “fuck… Fuck…. FUCK Y/N I’m cumming! Be good for daddy and drink every drop!” Second later you mouth expanded as Felix fills your mouth with his sweet thick white cum. You did as you were told and drank every drop. Not spilling any. He slowly slides out of your mouth. Your hand still on your clit, cum oozing onto your small fingers as you cam a second time. Both now panting, trying to catch your breathes.

Felix grabs your face, “my good y/n.” He kisses you shoving his tongue into your mouth, tongues dancing and spit spills from both of you mouths. He releases the kiss, a trail of saliva was the only thing that held the kiss together.

You look down realizing his cock was still very hard.

“What position do you want baby in?” You asked in a soft baby like voice.

“Turn around, all fours, I want to see that small little plug clench as I make you cum again.” You did as instructed. The babydoll falling onto your back revealing you soft round ass inside was a small plug with a pink gem heart. Felix shoves his hard aching cock into you wet slit causing you to scream. Felix began to ram his cock sloppily inside you soaking cunt. Wetness sliding all over his cock and dripping onto the pink bedsheets.

“Y-yes daddy! More please baby wants more!” You begged in ecstasy. Felix slams his cock deeper into you causing you to buck forward.

“Yes your tiny pussy is taking Daddy Felix dick so fucking well, so small but keeps sucking me back in… Y/N fuuuuck!”

Your wet cunt clenched hard around Felix, making him go insane. His moans were so loud that you swore the neighbors could hear how he was fucking deep into you. “DADDY! I’m IM SO CLOSE!” You screamed.

“You want daddy to fill you? Huh? Make you a mommy? You won’t be daddy’s little baby if I fill your cunt with my cum!”

“Please daddy fill baby! I wanna be your baby just fill me please!”

He grips your small waist and begins going so fast that you couldn’t even moan anymore, Felix cock was knocking the breathe out of you. You could feel his cock throbbing so hard around your clenching cunt.

“Take it, take it, take daddy’s cum! You’ll forever be my baby girl!”

“Yes! Yes! YEEEEESSSS!” You cried out.

“CUMMING!” You two screaming in unison as you both climaxed together. His cum flossing your walls, painting them white. Both collapsing onto the plush pink sheets. Both out of breathe. Felix stokes your face, pulls you close and holds you in his arms.

“Daddy?”

“Yes my little baby?”

“I love you.”

“Me more.”

Fin 🧸🌸✨💝

[semi-imaginary-place]

more ffxvi

Torgal really is more Jill's dog than Clives. Torgal and Jill are both from the Northern Territories, it was Jill that was carries Torgal around all the time in the prologue, The legend of the Northern Queen who was a Dominant of Shiva and who had a magic frost wolf like Torgal named Fenrir. Only thing is that Torgal had lightning powers not ice ones.

If Clive is going to Drake's Head might as well have a shot at the mothercrystal. just saying getting in will be hard enough and the chaos from one will make the other easier. although that would mean back to back boss fights without ifrit.

oh joshua is in dhalmek too, clive really does just keep missing him.

for the biggest merchant in rosaria, uncle hasn't been as plot important as he could have been.

I do like benedikta and hugo's relationship. his genuine love for her is probably his most humanizing characteristic and i like the ambiguity that we don't know how benedikta felt about him, did she actually love him, did she love his power, or was she manipulating him, a mixture of all three?

Harbard is great already and he's maybe spoken 5 lines. peak visual character design up there with clive for best design in the game. at least in english very interesting accent. he know clive as mythos so established as a mysterious character that knows more than we do. he is coming off as really evil right now and it works well. question is if your majesty refers to barnabas or ultima.

seriously clive since hugo is camped out like 200 ft away from the mothercrystal heart you might as well destroy it now instead of having to break in a second time.

clive headache sufferer representation. the classic magic headache.

what is this. asura's wrath subway surfer.

ffxvi is gay! happy pride! a finger on the monkey's paw curls and all the major characters are men and the writing for the women is a mixed bag. at the cost of women we got an on screen gay kiss. they're going to die.

damn quinten fomenting rebellion and putting a militia together. but i still dont get why the black shields are serving the lord chief justice. i thought we wiped them out is rosaria and if any the order survived i dont see why anabella would let go of useful pawns. the problem is that the lord chief justice is one corrupt man in a system of corrupt men, even if you take him down his successor might be just as bad.

really you give your old imperial assassin name to the rich noble and not a more useful name like clive or cid. clive should set his uncle up with his weapons collecting rival.

... ffxvi is torgal's origin story. when clive dies at the end to save the world or whatever torgal's going to be supped up on every eikon's power.

if crystaline dominion is so well fortified, armed and ready for a seige, why not go for waloed first its farther sure but also less expected.

so sylvestre believes olivier a god reborn. just what is anabella's tie to all of this.

oooh that repeated flower symbolism for sabreque. sylvestre likes it but it exists for him not the other way around, served to him on a silver platter. he places it twice in dion's lapel when bidding his obedience "for the good of the empire". for olivier its a plaything carelessly and easily discarded and forgotten on the floor. anabella steps on it as she passes by.

oh shit dion is starting his rebellion immediately. if dion was smart about this he could have had a military coup. he's been leading the frontlines for years, he's a national symbol, the military might choose to back him over olivier. I'll be sad when he dies.

dion attacking the city is out of character. ooooh he's trying to destroy the mothercrystal's heart but the shots are getting deflected. goetz what are you going to do in an eikon fight you are going to get killed and be a liability, go home. there's something wrong with dion.

yup yup ok ifrit and phoenix are two parts of the same fire eikon that was seen on the fallen mural.

ZETTAFLARE!

the bahamut fight has been the first one to seriously impress me. the others were cool but they didn't blow me away like this one. the combination of aerial battle at the edge of space, cool dragon, the two brothers finally reuniting, the lore confirmation about phoenix and ifrit, that dion doesn't seem that bad a guy, the giant crystal flower???? love this stuff.

oh yeah another battle where the devs forgot about jill. this is becoming a recurring theme. i mean its appropriate here but joshuas on death's door.

ah so emotional trauma and ultima command. yeah the fallen/ultima totally made the eikons. well there goes my theory that anabella was orchestrating things. turns out it was olivier or ultima in olivier.

joshua are you sure you're ok to be priming so soon again. shiva can fly too.

ah the sky is falling. that is how you know we're in world destruction end game now. huh its almost like destroying the mothercrystals is unleashing the end of the world. really should have researched this more cid. oh so now in addition to deadlands we also have aetherfloods everywhere. standard setup would be to break ultima's last seal and then beat up ultima, we'll see what ffxvi does. yeah good job clive you sacked storm and made it nice and easy for waloed.

joshua came back to the hideout, why the hell didn't you do this 5 years earlier.

l'ubor has jill pose as the mercenary captain and clive the noble merchant? jill sure clive is not believable.

Joshua really should have reunited with his brother earlier. the Undying... Rosaria has a secret service, it wasn't that big. I was wondering why Jote was serving Joshua. must be nice to be a prince heir.

back to quinten. this storyline is a bit odd. both sabreque's old and new capital have been... exploded. you'd think the lord chief justice would have other problems than a personal vendetta.

I've spoken about my problems with the timeskips already and I'm going to do it again. If you aren't going to show how the passage of time has affected people don't bother writing a timeskip into your story. For example with Clive 18? 20? years have passed since the beginning of the game, that's almost a generation. Many of the elderly he knew have probably died not of violence or external factors but from old age. The one line we do get is from the guardians of the flame section about how there's only old shields left. or what about all the rosarian children and young adults now that have never known a a rosaria without sabreque. We meet a lot of older characters and mentors for Clive but what about those younger than him that are also fully capable adults now but do not/barely remember the pivotal events that shaped his life like phoenix gate. I think Mid is the only one and I'm not sure how old she is.

I know sidequests have to be kept msq ambiguous but its very funny running around rosaria and talking to sir wade with joshua 5 feet behind clive.

taking the kanver survivors to the hideaway is a bad idea. the hideaway is suppose to be secret for a reason: protecting bearers. its not an all purpose refuge and if too many know the location, its security is compromised. 80% of the hiddeways' security is from being in a place no one would think to look. Not to mention it isn't that big, certainly not big enough to take on a city's population. A better idea would be to bring them to eloise in dhalmek, closer to their old home, doesn't threaten the hiddeway, but out of akashic danger.

Seiphnir(?) was a cool fight. too bad he's dead which means i won't get to see it again. the scene with barnabas and clive was funto watch but cowards i want even more swordplay choreography.

I think should have been reunited with Clive already before the timeskip, the game never gives a good reason why he stayed away for 5 years. (64% SPOILERS! or well mission 38 technically) and Joshua joins just like that without any problem. Sure he was busy researching and countering Ultima but he's still doing that now with the party. He might have even gotten more done with Clive's help and a chocobo to ride on. I don't think Joshua would just sit there and let his dear brother be abused as an imperial slave for 13 years. Like 8-10 years I can buy because he's just a traumatized kid and the last time he saw Clive, Clive went berserk and tried to murder him. But Joshua seems to have come to terms with Ifrit already by the time we meet him again so why didn't he come and save Clive? (real reason of course is that Clive is the main character).

hmm. in hindsight they shouldn't have pulled out zettaflare. powercreeep real. should have kept it at exaflare

[tineeeeee]

So this blog is about the games that I play. These games are produce by Mihoyo or currently known as Hoyoverse.

The oldest one is the Honkai Impact which is about an energetic girl that journeys to become the best valkyrie by fighting alien like monsters along with her friends facing hardship along the way to fight and save humanity. Next is Genshin Impact which is about twins that are separated by the Celestial God and now they embark on a journey to find each other, with the help of their friends who they met along their way. For these twins to find each other, they must adventure all around Teyvat to find their siblings and to also know who's the Celestial God that separated them. The next one is Tears of Themis which is a detective adventure of love and wits wherein the female lead is a freshly graduate lawyer working in Themis Law Firm and alongside her destined partners, they solve mysteries and crime together to get the proper justice that people deserves. Last is Honkai Starrail which is a game that just got launched on April 26, 2023. This is about the protagonist which is implanted with a stellaron or heart of a trailblazer and they journey across the starrail universe along side people that are said to inherit the "spirit of the trailblaze".

I am only currently playing starrail and genshin but I also played tears of themis and honkai impact before but I just got bored. Starrail, genshin and honkai impact are open world games but starrail is an open word turn based then tears of themis is an otome card game. Since starrail is a new game, all I can say to it is that I am enjoying it even if I'm not a fan of turn based games since I'm not a strategist player. I'm currently addicted to genshin since this game is fun to play and you are also free to do what you want. there is also coop mode wherein you can play with your friends to fight formidable enemies together and also adventure all around the map. In honkai impact and tears of themis there is only one main character while in genshin and starrail, you can pick either the male or female main characters. In starrail I picked the male mc since i like his design and also effects while in genshin I picked the female mc and its also about her design and effects. Picking different gender mc's doesn't affect the story or lore of the game. there are just minor differences but its just how other characters addresses you.

My friends and I all play these games since we are all fans of hoyoverse. Some of us makes these games as our get away from reality while others just really enjoy playing. These games makes us happy and also makes us forget about our problems in real life. This is where we spend time with each other and as we play, we also do video calling to easily talk about these games and to easily talk about other things in our lives. To be honest I just started to play these games because of my friends. I was not a fan of playing games like these before. Before I only play basic games like candy crush, subway surfers and etc. but then I met them, my friends since high school so now I am playing hardcore games alongside with them.

[sunnytoonsproductions]

Y'all! I've got a new show/cartoon for the Sunny toons productions Company!

So, on December 31st, I have again downloaded subway surfers, and again started loving the designs of all the characters, so, I have imagined ANOTHER animated series of the game, but this time, literally ALL of the characters will appear on the show. And each of the characters live in their hometowns/homecountries based on the events they appeared in, and I even imagined all of their voice actors/actresses and even their voice claims, but the Voice actors/actresses for Jake, Tricky, Fresh, Yutani and even King can stay =^_^=

And oh boy I just literally constantly fall inlove with each of the subway surfers characters' designs, like, they all look so damn good! And I just constantly wonder why some of them didn't appear in the animated series... But now, in my own subway surfers animated series, they will appear. ❤️

And! This show is even gonna be called 'subway surfers: surfers from around the world', that's the name I could've come up with now ^////^;

Also! I'll make the Voice actors/actresses and voice claims list of all the characters later. And just know, y'all, I won't stop makin' stuff for the 'co3k:bttS!' and 'TMS:LITBH' and even my other shows/series of the sunny toons productions company, but I just thought of this new show since all the other characters also need attention =^///^= 🧡🧡🧡

[tirangagames12]

Exploring Tiranga Login: A New Era of Color Prediction Games

In the ever-evolving world of online gaming, new and innovative games continue to emerge, captivating players worldwide. Among the latest trends is the Tiranga Login game, a unique color prediction platform gaining immense popularity. This article delves into the fascinating world of Tiranga Login, exploring its gameplay, the concept of color prediction games, and some other exciting games that are making waves in the gaming industry.

What is Tiranga Login?

Tiranga Login is a modern online gaming platform centered around the concept of color prediction. Players are invited to predict the outcome of specific color sequences or patterns, making it an engaging and interactive experience. The game's name, "Tiranga," which translates to "tricolor" in Hindi, hints at its vibrant and colorful gameplay.

The game combines elements of strategy, luck, and anticipation, where participants wager on their predictions. With intuitive user interfaces, real-time updates, and secure transactions, Tiranga Login has carved out a niche among casual gamers and enthusiasts alike.

How Does the Tiranga Color Prediction Game Work?

At its core, the Tiranga Login game involves predicting the result of a randomly generated color or combination of colors. Here's a step-by-step breakdown of how it typically works:

Register and Login: Players sign up on the platform and log in using their credentials.

Choose a Game Mode: Various game modes are available, ranging from simple single-color predictions to complex multi-color sequences.

Place Your Bet: Players place their wagers based on their predictions.

Wait for Results: The game randomly generates the outcome, and players win if their prediction matches the result.

Earn Rewards: Winners earn rewards based on the odds of their predictions and the amount wagered.

The game's simplicity and dynamic nature make it accessible and appealing to players of all ages.

Why Are Color Prediction Games So Popular?

Color prediction games like Tiranga Login are gaining traction for several reasons:

Easy to Learn: The rules are straightforward, allowing new players to quickly grasp the gameplay.

Thrill of Anticipation: The uncertainty of outcomes creates an adrenaline rush, making it a thrilling experience.

Social Interaction: Many platforms incorporate chat features and leaderboards, fostering a sense of community among players.

Quick Rewards: The ability to earn rewards in a short span appeals to players seeking instant gratification.

Other New and Exciting Games to Explore

While Tiranga Login is a standout in the color prediction category, there are several other innovative games making waves in the gaming world:

Fantasy Sports: Platforms like Dream11 and MPL allow players to create fantasy teams and compete in real-time.

Puzzle Games: Games like Wordle and Candy Crush continue to attract players with their engaging puzzles and levels.

Battle Royale: Titles like PUBG and Fortnite offer action-packed gameplay where players compete to be the last one standing.

Simulation Games: Games such as The Sims and Farming Simulator let players immerse themselves in realistic scenarios.

Hyper-Casual Games: Simple yet addictive games like Flappy Bird and Subway Surfers remain evergreen choices for casual gamers.

Responsible Gaming Practices

While games like Tiranga Login and others provide an exciting escape, it's crucial for players to engage responsibly. Setting limits on time and money spent on gaming, understanding the risks involved, and avoiding addictive behaviors are essential for a healthy gaming experience.

Conclusion

Tiranga Login is a testament to the creativity and innovation in the gaming industry. Its unique blend of color prediction and rewarding gameplay makes it a must-try for enthusiasts. Alongside Tiranga Login, numerous other games continue to redefine the online gaming landscape. Whether you're a seasoned gamer or a casual player, the world of online gaming offers something for everyone. Dive in, explore, and experience the thrill of these exciting games today!

[maarcade]

Documentation of Ideas

Idea 1

Type of Arcade Game

I want to make a 3d platformer

Game Concept

My game is going to be a parkour type game where you have to make hard jumps or you lose a life. You will have to escape from a moving boundary. To win you will escape to an extraction zone or safe zone. It will have many routes to move through which should make it replayable.

Theme

My game starting point will be centered around the la wildfires. And I want to bring attention to the death and destruction it brings to not only human but plant and animal life.

Competitors / Inspiration (min. 3)

CRASH BANDICOOT

New Super Mario Bros. Wii Worlds 1 - 9 Full Game (100%)

Idea 2

Type of Arcade Game

For this game I want to make a 2D side scroller, This will be similar to the first Idea put put into a different way that seems to me more of an arcade style.

Game Concept

Mine will be a temple runner style 2D game, It will be platforming between burnt and ruined things from all aspects to life. You can win by escaping to a safe place, to make it replayable I will add speed power ups to make you faster which will mean it will take you less time to reach the end. This will then have a high score mechanic. People will then want to beat the high score.

Theme

My game will again be centered around the LA wildfires as this is a topic I care strongly about. I will have a moving wall making sure the player moves forward and at a fast pace.

Competitors / Inspiration (min. 3)

The Wall of Flesh - All Difficulties (Terraria 1.4 Beginner's Guide Series)

This will be similar to my wall of fire chasing the player.

Celeste - Full Game (No Commentary)

This will show the 2D design aspect that I want to go for.

Temple Run - Gameplay Walkthrough Part 1 10th Anniversary (Android,iOS)

This showcases having to run away from something moving closer.

Idea 3

Type of Arcade Game

I want to make a first person game that uses controls to sort rubbish

Game Concept

My game will be that you have to sort rubbish into different bins and see how quickly you can do it. I hope there will be different modes for different amounts of things to sort. There will be a timer and the aim is to sort in the lowest possible time. There will be A high score system so it will be competitive and replayable.

Theme

My game will be linked to recycling and waste disposal by teaching what is recyclable and where to put things that aren't. 

Competitors / Inspiration (min. 3)

Papers, Please Walkthrough Days 1-2| Papers Please Playthrough Introduction

Liquid Sort Walkthrough

Final Outcome.

I have chosen to do my second Idea of making a 2d sidescroller that has to constantly move and jump past bits and pieces. there will also be power ups to make you jump higher and run faster. I also want to add a High score system to make the game more competitive.

For the competitors I have chosen:

The wall of flesh boss battle from terraria. This is a part that I defiantly want to add into my game. I like how the wall moves towards him making him move back at a constant speed. In my game death will be the motivator to keep the player away from the wall of fire.

Next is celeste, I want to add from this the general look of the main character and how it includes interesting level design. I like how it makes the character have to think. I will want it to be simpler like subway surfers where you can use very quick actions.

Last is temple run, I want my game to simulate how this game works with the endless jumps and dodges. It also includes collectables which I would like to add. This would make my game more replayable and enjoyable.

[arron2024]

Discover the Most Thrilling Mobile Games for Endless Fun

In today’s fastpaced digital world, mobile gaming has taken the spotlight, offering players a chance to dive into exciting adventures right from their devices. Whether you're commuting, relaxing at home, or hanging out with friends, there’s a thrilling game out there to match your mood and keep you entertained. In this post, we’ll explore some of the most captivating mobile games available, perfect for those seeking excitement and enjoyment without the stakes.

PUBG Mobile

Step into the battleground with PUBG Mobile, one of the most popular multiplayer action games. Gather your friends and compete against players from around the world. With stunning graphics, realistic sound effects, and strategic gameplay, each match offers an adrenaline rush. Explore diverse maps, collect resources, and outsmart your opponents to emerge as the last player standing.

Among Us

Teamwork and deception collide in Among Us, a social deduction game that keeps players on their toes. In this multiplayer experience, players work together to complete tasks on a spaceship while trying to identify the impostor among them. With its simple mechanics and engaging gameplay, Among Us guarantees endless laughter and surprises, making it a musttry for any group of friends.

Genshin Impact

Dive into the enchanting world of Genshin Impact, an openworld action RPG that combines stunning visuals with an immersive storyline. Players can explore vast landscapes, battle enemies, and collect characters, each with unique abilities. The game's rich lore and regular updates ensure that there's always something new to discover, keeping you engaged for hours on end.

Call of Duty: Mobile

For fans of firstperson shooters, Call of Duty: Mobile brings the classic franchise to your fingertips. Experience iconic maps, weapons, and game modes, all optimized for mobile play. Whether you prefer the fastpaced action of battle royale or the strategic elements of teambased missions, Call of Duty: Mobile offers a dynamic gaming experience that caters to all styles of play.

Minecraft

Unleash your creativity with Minecraft, a sandbox game that allows you to build, explore, and survive in a blocky world. Whether you’re constructing elaborate structures, crafting tools, or embarking on adventures, Minecraft offers endless possibilities for players of all ages. The game's cooperative multiplayer mode lets you join friends to create and explore together, making it a fantastic choice for those who enjoy collaborative gameplay.

Fortnite

Fortnite is not just a game; it’s a cultural phenomenon. This battle royale game combines construction mechanics with competitive gameplay, allowing players to build structures while battling for victory. With its vibrant graphics, fun emotes, and frequent updates featuring new content and events, Fortnite keeps players engaged and coming back for more.

Brawl Stars

Join the colorful world of Brawl Stars, a multiplayer arena battle game that offers fastpaced action and strategic gameplay. Players can choose from a variety of characters, each with unique abilities and playstyles. With various game modes and maps, Brawl Stars ensures that no two matches are the same, making it perfect for quick gaming sessions.

Clash Royale

Test your strategic skills in Clash Royale, a realtime multiplayer game that combines elements of tower defense and card collection. Players build decks of cards featuring characters from the Clash of Clans universe and battle opponents in quick matches. The game’s competitive nature and regular updates keep the gameplay fresh, ensuring you’ll always find a new challenge.

Subway Surfers

If you’re in the mood for a quick and fun gaming experience, look no further than Subway Surfers. This endless runner game allows you to dash through subway tracks while dodging obstacles and collecting coins. With vibrant graphics and fastpaced gameplay, Subway Surfers is perfect for short gaming sessions when you need a quick break.

Angry Birds 2

Join the iconic birds in Angry Birds 2, a physicsbased puzzle game where players aim to rescue their eggs from mischievous pigs. With challenging levels, special abilities, and engaging graphics, this sequel offers hours of entertainment. The game’s competitive arena mode adds an extra layer of excitement, allowing players to compete for high scores against friends and other players.

Conclusion

Mobile gaming has evolved into an incredibly diverse landscape, offering countless thrilling experiences for players seeking entertainment. Whether you prefer actionpacked adventures, strategic challenges, or creative exploration, there’s a mobile game for everyone.

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Choosing My Final Proposal. #1

Throughout the process of researching, making, and playing these types of games, I’ve had many thoughts on what I might want mine to be like. The games we had to make were as follows:

The first was an infinite runner, a game where you run endlessly until you die by hitting an obstacle in your way. The second game was a Brick Breaker, where you have to shoot bricks until they are all broken, and none are left. You lose by missing the ball that shoots at the bricks. The last game we looked at was the dungeon crawler, where you fight different enemies, find loot, and make your way through various randomly generated rooms. You die by being killed by a mob.

Infinite Runner

The first game we were tasked with making was an infinite runner, a game where you have to keep running until you fail. The player would jump over, slide under, or move from side to side to avoid objects and obstacles. One extremely famous game with these mechanics is Subway Surfers, where you run from a cop chasing you and have to jump over obstacles while collecting coins to win. I enjoyed making this game and found it very fun.

My idea for this game would be called Wire Escape. The game would be about a hacker who, using advanced technology, manages to transport their body into a phone they are hacking. However, they have been caught by antivirus software and must now escape. My main focus would be on gameplay and visuals. I would have the player slide under doors, pick up "code coins" that add to their high score, and include jump pads and various power-ups, such as invincibility or even a slow-motion mode. I might also consider adding a first-person mode or something that chases the player.

Block Breaker.

The second game we had to make was a Brick Breaker, a game where you have to shoot bullets at bricks and break them all to win. One very famous Brick Breaker game, of course, is the original Brick Breaker. Brick Breakers have always been very popular with many people. In these games, you can collect power-ups, but also negative power-ups that can cause you to lose by missing your ball or bullet. The creation process for this was quite challenging, but overall, I enjoyed it quite a bit.

My idea for a Brick Breaker would be a game called Demolitionist. The game would be simple: you play as a demolitionist tasked with getting rid of old buildings. However, the game would feature a shooting system where you need to make sure your bullet only hits the correct parts of the buildings, as some sections would need to stay intact. If you shoot the wrong parts, the level would fail, and you’d have to retry. This means I would need to add an aiming mechanic. The game would also include power-ups and different abilities��some would benefit the player, while others would have negative effects. The main focus of this project would be the gameplay.

Dungeon Crawler

The last game we had to make was a dungeon crawler. This game had the player move through different rooms, fight various enemies, and find or collect loot. I won’t lie and say making this game was easy because it really wasn’t, and I had the least amount of fun trying to create the prototype for this game. One really, really famous dungeon crawler, of course, would be Diablo. Diablo has been around for a long time, and there are still new games being made in the series to this day. The series is great, and Diablo is one of the main reasons dungeon crawlers are, and remain, so popular.

My idea for a dungeon crawler would be a game called Misty. The game would take place in a world of wizardry, where the player is searching for a magical treasure. The gameplay would have the player moving from room to room, fighting different types of enemies such as other wizards that shoot at you and ghouls that run at you to attack. As the player, you would be able to cast your own spells to defeat them, which I think would add a good gameplay element. After every five rooms, the player would fight a boss—big, small, or something scary. You would win by finding the treasure you’re searching for, and the main focus of the game would, of course, be the gameplay.