#this is what you get when you put two legends on screen together

[wrongspacetime]

The Fall of the House of Usher 1.08 | The Raven (2023)

[gennabi]

first time holding your hand

lucifer x reader (no prns) • 0.5k

platonic/romantic; (very tiny) fluff, more of a character study i think..

[ og spoilers ch 12-13 , brief graphic description of violence/gore , slightly changed my writing format: i heard putting capital letters at front of sentences is more accessible (??) ]

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When he first offered, it was simply a polite gesture of some sort.

You, the exchange program student whom Lord Diavolo entrusted to be under his and his brothers' care. Except the other five mentioned demons are no way in sight. He turns properly to you now, Satan's sudden disappearance leaving a slight bitter taste on his tongue.

If you were next? 

No. He cannot let that happens, he decides. There's no knowing to what lengths the prince of Devildom will do to him if that were the case. Most of all, he is the best at his job. That is why he gets to be the right hand man, well, after Barbatos that is. He could not let some mere human tarnish his centuries of hard work and reputation.

His gaze runs over you again, silently scoffing under his breath at how your jaw is clenching and the way you curl your fingers into fists, ready to spring them out if the ghost legend comes to fruition.

"Levi's the first to went missing, right?" He finally opens his mouth, leaving you no room to respond— not that your input is necessary anyway —when he continues. "Let's search his room first."

Then his gloved hand is slowly outstretched, palm facing towards you as you narrow your gaze on it. The silence lingers and he internally curses at you for not getting what he's oh so readily implying. With a click of his tongue, he explains, lips pulling into an amused smirk. "You look scared. Want to hold my hand?"

Your gaze narrows further at his question and your face scrunches for a few beats before you shrug, "Yeah." Tentatively, you place your hand in his, your gesture being met with a quick firm squeeze as you two start to walk together.

Your hand, he realizes first-hand, is warm. He isn't one to hold hands himself so the comparison he has pales greatly but he finds himself not minding the temperature. It's because you're a human, he deduces. A human who if he wants to, could easily sink his nails into the skin and tear your wrist apart.

He can feel the little tremors in your fingers still but you make no attempt to tighten the grip. Aren't you afraid? Why are you not leaning on him more? A part of him dislike the idea that you still walk on your toes around him. Tucking the thought neatly into the back of his mind, he focuses more on the task at hand when the door to Levi's room softly creaks open.

Your gaze wanders and settle on the PC Levi has left opened on the desk. Weird. Approaching the brightly lit screen, you naturally let go of his hand. For a second, he almost tugs you back to his side. Almost. And it's with that instinct that he acknowledges a speck of something unfamiliar starting to sit in his chest.

It'll pass.

bringing back my all time obsession in the game

[evagaetinosgirl]

the biggest bully ever ( selma bacha x reader )

prompt: your girlfriend is probably the biggest bully in your life (lovingly)

author notes: i wrote this just because i saw a video of selma jumping up and kicking someone in the face. i just know she is like a bad ass little kid. (also i love her so..)

selma prides herself on being your biggest supporter. always finding some time in her schedule to come see your games with paris saint german. proudly wearing your jersey while yelling as loud as she can in the stands and of course making sure to take a few pictures for the gram after the game is done. posting with a cheeky caption of, just met my favorite player ever! what a legend. however, you know first hand that this is just a cover up for how much of bully she really is.

in the privacy of your apartment or hers, she is the complete opposite. especially when you two are playing a game together even if it isn't a competitive game. making it even more laughable.

it was a nice sunday evening when you forced (selma knows she loves playing the game. she just won't admit it) your girlfriend to play minecraft with you. now if she thought you were going to be fighting zombies, creepers, and spiders. well she would be totally wrong. that would her job while you spend your minecraft time building a nice farm and house for the two of you to stay in.

"it's domestic! i'm like your little pixel housewife" you say as you continue to focus on working on the garden you were building. selma smacks her lips, "it's not domestic. just unfair! i don't wanna be the only one fighting off these dudes."

on her screen, selma was actively battling off a creeper. almost throwing her controller in frustration as the creeper blows up and creates another hole in the ground. she pushes you slightly, but just enough that you put down a block you weren't going to. "stop being childish and go kill some cows for me, dumbie" you say as you delete the block. giving selma a quick sight of you sticking out your tongue before going back to finishing up the veggies part of the garden. your girlfriend rolls her eyes, going back to fighting off a zombie to reach a few cows in the field behind it.

instead of getting some cow meat like you asked, selma runs away from the zombie. bringing it and other mobs along to you two's house. she smirks in revenge as she brings the mobs straight to you. you shout in surprise as the mobs surround you. "babe, help me! why would you.." you say as you try to fight them off. giving selma a nice punch on the shoulder once you were finally succumbed to the mobs and died. "that's what i said earlier, but you didn't come to help your absolutely amazing girlfriend, so you had to die" selma shrugs. acting nonchalant until the mob of mobs started to surround her. she manages to kill off a few, but end up dead just like you.

you laugh loudly as you push her shoulder using yours. she glares at you, frowning. "i'm totally killing you myself next time. less effort" selma says before standing up and heading to the kitchen for something to calm her frustration. you still got the last laugh though.

the french player can also be the biggest bully when it came to your games. whether you win or lose, she is always there to make a few snarky comments about your defense or how you let the ball pass you too many times. it was even worse if you two went against eachother.

it was one of the biggest games of the year for the division 1 league; paris saint germain vs lyon. your girlfriend and you were set to both play this match. the playful banter between you two the day before the game fueled the competitive spirit in you. selma was always competitive and ready to do whatever she needed to make sure lyon scored a win.

"ready to lose, babe?" selma says as she stands next to you in the tunnel. you roll your eyes before shrugging, "we'll see." the sound of the crowd ramps up you two's competitiveness as the two teams walk out onto the pitch.

the game goes off well for paris saint germain at first. with ramona scoring a goal for your team. however, despite your team's great defense, lyon was still able to score three goals. the game ends in disappointment with a lost of three to one. you groan out in frustration as you look at your teammates. the lost was a bit of sting just because paris saint germain needed the win, but also because you knew selma would never let you live this down.

after the game and lyon's celebration finally dying down, selma finally texts you; told you that I was gonna win. the text makes you roll your eyes. you message back, shut your mouth for two seconds please.

you two text back and forth. with alot of bragging from selma and tons of insults from you. eventually selma does stop her bragging, messaging you, but truly don't worry bae. you did well I swear. the message makes you smile as you lean your head against the bus window. thank you, baby. congrats on the win even if ... undeserved. after sending that text you shut your phone off and let the tiredness from the match catch up to you. letting yourself slowly fall asleep. knowing good and well your phone will be full of selma going back to being a bully.

[viktor-leagueoflegends]

Also, here's what I wrote for the open letter. I don't really know what to say in this preface here without talking about things I already say in the letter itself, but I'll pull what I think is my most poignant topic up, because I think it's the point that people don't understand when they laugh at fans for caring - it's not about the character, it's about the company. It's different in the actual letter (edited to be less mean) but this is the original drag:

The objective of a story is to resonate with its audience emotionally. What we hope you will understand with this collection of letters is that you have a character and story that has already succeeded in this task. It is not protectiveness, or a stubborn unwillingness to adapt to the new; It is that when you as the creators are willing to cast aside this story that so many people have cared about over the years for something so fundamentally different simply for profit, the message we receive is that this emotional resonance is one-sided: that it is set dressing that can and will be turned over for the purpose of attracting more appealing audiences. My question, then, is this: if you as creators do not tell this story with sincerity, if you do not respect the integrity of storytelling as an artform and simply pivot your creative vision as the market demands, then why should we as the audience care about the stories you have to tell? Why should we become invested in any of your characters’ stories if you are simply displaying whatever words on the screen make you the most money — if any one of them could be on the chopping block if the wind blows the right way?

This took a week to get my thoughts together enough to write. Full letter under the cut:

Hi, Riot. 

Like many others, I’ve been a Viktor fan for some time now. I dropped in around 2020, and the lore of the game as well as the lorefan community was and continues to be an invaluable lifeline to me. I take pride in participating in community initiatives — I was Viktor’s illustrator in two of the Rift Gala events, and I run an archive for the creative works people have made for him as he exists in League of Legends. 

I am rather upset with the recently announced VGU in store for Viktor. I don’t understand the need for Viktor’s new lore to be overwritten so completely with Arcane, which is fundamentally incompatible with the space he occupies in League of Legends — both in terms of his in-game power fantasy as well as his character in the lore. 

Overall, this VGU is disjointed and half-baked, especially in comparison with previous, more well-rounded VGU's. Others have put it more eloquently than me, but to highlight a few points, the stagnancy of his kit in 2024 is appalling, and the changes to his cosmetics are evident of a rush-job to meet the Arcane release-date deadline. If the purpose is truly to make Viktor play and feel like the character shown in Arcane, why is his kit full of abilities we never see him use in the show? If you wanted to improve the gameplay for old fans, why is his W maintained without change, not even adding a grounding effect that would help his survivability in the high-mobility champion economy as well as add to the power fantasy thematically (it is a gravity field, after all)? As for his skins, why do Creator and High Noon actively lose detailing? Why was Psyops’ head, which has been complained about since the skin’s release, not altered? Why is the most prominent change simply making his models skinnier?

More broadly, Viktor as he currently exists in League occupies a very specific and very unique niche in the roster of champions. Runeterra as a fantasy realm is interesting for its merging of technology and magic, and Viktor is one such outcome of that — a cyborg engineer whose power comes from his own inventions and conviction. What he is about to become, however, is an apocalypse mage that encroaches on the thematic territory of other characters like Malzahar, Syndra, and Bel’Veth. This is fine within Arcane as a standalone universe, as these characters don’t appear, but in moving this iteration over to League he becomes a redundancy while losing the unique standout points that he brought to the table, which are incredibly important in a game that has almost 170 characters. Why would I be drawn to this apocalypse-bringer when there are others that play better? 

I don’t think this rework is a good idea on several fronts, and while I understand a great deal of resources have already been invested in it, I firmly believe that continuing forward on the path it sets re: going on to retcon other Arcane-related champs will only be detrimental to the overall health of the IP. Other champions are in more dire need of an update, and I believe it is unfair that reworks such as the one planned for Shyvana have been pushed back even further to prioritize unneeded retcons that don’t actually address the health of the game. I think cancelling Viktor’s VGU and the rest of the planned Arcane VGU’s to focus on updating historically unhealthy champs is a better use of your resources as game developers and as a company seeking to maintain a satisfied player base.

With respect to the lore of Runeterra, it is not a good idea to attempt to merge Arcane with the existing lore. I understand that Riot is a business, and that the objective of this merger is to capitalize on Arcane audiences, but put plainly: this will not work. It is more work than it is worth on Riot’s behalf to go through with changing the foundational lore of a core region, given that it has been built on top of over the years and will require retcons to many champions in the region past those showcased in Arcane. These retcons are highly likely to cause extensive shifts that are actively detrimental to the themes they present, and will only alienate a loving fanbase that the lore universe is very luck to have. To draw an example: the Marvel Comics Universe and the Marvel Cinematic Universe remain as separate canons — they are too different of interpretations, and it is too difficult to implement. Naming a few champions who would be affected in this way, how does Blitzcrank come into being if not for Viktor? And if Viktor is still its creator, why was this not a key point of his story shown in Arcane? For Camille, how does she exist if Hextech was heavily regulated during the time it was around? How was a Shuriman artificer familiar enough with the science to do her augmentations if it is a new technology?

Lore plotholes aside, I’d like to now talk about Viktor’s characterization. 

To start: I think Arcane Viktor is fine in a vacuum. I don’t have anything against him or his story — but I believe that using his success as justification for deleting a well beloved character is unfair. You cannot place Arcane Viktor into the space that League Viktor occupies because they are fundamentally different. 

League Viktor as a character is defined by his choice. What he does to himself is calculated and thought out — his augmentations are built through technical ability, his replacement of his limbs a decision made by his commitment to his ideology. His transformation into the Machine Herald is a meticulous process and an informed decision. The conflict between his philosophy and the humanity he can’t entirely let go of makes him compelling, as does the fact that he is the sole person to blame for his own tragedy.

Viktor in Arcane becomes the Herald because he seeks a cure to his terminal illness. What occurs to his body is unintended — when he initially experiments with the Hexcore, he has no idea what is going to happen to him. He could not have predicted what would happen to Sky. There is no meticulous transformation, no true choice in the matter to become what he becomes. He has no true agency — which is an interesting story in its own right, but he is not the Machine Herald.

The objective of a story is to resonate with its audience emotionally. What we hope you will understand with this collection of letters is that you have a character and story that has already succeeded in this task. It is not protectiveness, or a stubborn unwillingness to adapt to the new; It is that when you, the company that owns this character, are willing to cast aside this story that so many people have cared about over the years for something so fundamentally different, the message we receive is that this emotional resonance is one-sided: that it is set dressing that can and will be turned over for the purpose of attracting more appealing audiences. 

My question, then, is this: if you as a company do not publish this story with sincerity, if you do not respect the integrity of storytelling as an artform and instead let the market dictate the path of your creative vision, then why should we as the audience care about the stories you have to tell? Why should we become invested in any of your characters’ stories if any one of them could have their core identities fundamentally altered if the wind blows the right way? 

I started writing this letter at a gala wrapping up a 4-day national engineering conference that I attended as a delegate of my university. Four years ago, loving this character was the final push for me to choose mechanical engineering as the program I would apply for. I would not be where I am today, nor have the community or close friends I do now without the way this character resonated with me. 

The community that this character as he exists in League has fostered is incredibly creative, unique, and passionate. I and many others write this from a place of love for this character and the story you have told with him — which I hope you will understand when you receive these letters. 

Thank you for your time.

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Man, Myth, Legend

You waited and waited and waited some more until Jethro’s voicemail began playing.

“He thinks he’s so clever,” you grumbled to yourself as you sent him a text. Not like he would respond back but at least your two cents was thrown in there.

It was bad enough he made you stay behind with Tony instead of joining him, Ziva and McGee to his HOMETOWN. But now he wants to ignore your calls too? Granted, the calls would have only been you pestering him with all kinds of questions but nevertheless, he should still pick up the phone. What if you were in danger?!

“C’mon Probie. Let’s see if Abby has anything for us,” DiNozzo stated while walking by.

You locked your phone and huffed in annoyance before joining him in the elevator.

“You can stop calling me that Tony. I’ve been working with you guys for like a year now.”

“I know. But I just love how much it bugs you.”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing and followed after him once the doors opened.

Abby gave you two the rundown on the blood analysis before McGee’s face popped up on her screen.

“Gibbs has a father!”

You ran over with Tony while they gave all of you the much needed info on the Gibbses. Jethro had told you he grew up in Stillwater and wasn’t exactly the towns poster child but he never really spoke more than that, let alone about his father.

“I’m coming. I’m leaving,” Tony stuttered.

“Well you’re not going without me,” you added.

“Not unless you’ve found a way that people in town might have thought Ethan LaCombe was alive,” McGee answered right back.”

————

You and Tony sat in the Bullpen, throwing different questions each others way as you wanted for your next orders.

“So do you think he like got ran out of town and that’s why he hasn’t been back?” Tony asked, tapping a pen against his mouth in thought.

“I don’t know but I wouldn’t put it past him if it were true. Do you think his high school girlfriends still live there?”

Tony gave you a puzzled look which you quickly defended.

“I mean I’m just curious since most small town people don’t really move out past their county.”

“I doubt he’s dinner dating with any of his past flings probie. Plus, how is it you don’t know anything about Gibb’s past but you two are together?”

“You know he doesn’t talk much. Especially about his past. It was like pulling teeth when I asked him where he was born!”

As if his ears were burning, your phone began ringing as Jethro’s face popped up on your screen. Making a face for Tony to be quiet, you answered.

“Oh, look at that, you know how to call people all of a sudden.”

“I was busy. Talking with people,” he justified.

“People like your dad? Or the townspeople? McGee said you’re already ruffling feathers.”

“Well McGee needs to stop gossiping. I talked with Chad Winslow and his family. They’re hiding something. I want you and DiNozzo to get a search warrant together for blood samples and financial records.”

“Uh. A please would be nice.”

“Please. Honey,” he charmed, making you smile like a school girl. You’d do anything for him if he added those words afterwards.

“Much better. I’m assuming you won’t be home tonight?”

“No. We’ve got a lot of work to do here and I don’t see anyone being cooperative any time soon.”

You silently pouted but Jethro knew you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t pout. You, Abby and DiNozzo can come tomorrow afternoon. We’ll need help executing those warrants once they’re approved and Abby will need to examine the blood quickly.”

You beamed with excitement, catching Tony’s attention. You both said your goodbyes and Tony came over to give you a high five.

“I’m driving though. You suck at obeying the speed limit,” he established.

“That doesn’t count! Baskin Robbin’s was closing in 10 minutes and you encouraged me!”

————

We pulled up to the scene of the crime as smoke was still slowly coming from the wreckage. Thank God no one was in the car when it exploded. Jethro hasn’t even been in town more than 2 days and people are already trying to blow him up!

You gave McGee and Ziva a greeting before following Tony in the little store. It was stuffy and warm but the place was cute with all the natural lighting and small town vibes.

You and Tony saw an older man standing behind the register whom you could only assume was Jethro’s dad based on the eyes.

Just as Tony went to introduce himself, Jethro came from the back and interrupted. As they both talked, you made your way over to the counter.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Jackson Gibbs. Leroy told me about you but he left out just how stunning you were,” he flirted as you two shook hands.

“I see where Jethro gets his charm from.” you two chuckled together before Jethro came over looking displeased.

We took the rental to Jackson’s house as he led us to the garage where the most beautiful Dodge Charger sat.

“That’s right. I said we.”

You hopped in the backseat as Jethro peeled out onto the street like a bat out of hell, passing the shocked faces of the team and sporting the biggest grin on his face.

At the Winslow house, Jethro advised you to stay behind with Senior.

“Fine by me. Someone’s got to tell me what the great Leroy Jethro Gibbs was like as a kid,” you jested as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

You sat on the porch steps with Jackson as he started the conversation first.

“I’m glad Leroy found someone again. You know after Shannon and Kelly, I thought he’d never find love again. But you seem to make him happy.”

“I try. And he makes me happy. It hasn’t been years but I think we’re good for each other.”

“I just don’t understand how you two even came about. Someone like you, so beautiful and elegant should be dating someone similar. Like that DiNozzo guy.”

You laughed at the thought of you and Tony together.

“Jethro is much more sensitive and approachable than people think. And Tony? No, he’s far too..rockstar for me. Jethro just has that personality that grounds you and uplifts you at the same time. I’ve never felt it with anyone before.”

“Spoken like someone truly in love,” he stated with a smile.

You blushed at the thought and you two continued talking until it was time to leave.

Back at the store, McGee and Abby went over their findings as you stood next to Jethro, your hand brushing against his. You saw a small smirk appear on his face as he listened.

It wasn’t long before you guys had enough evidence to arrest Nick Kingston and his 2 accomplices and telling the awkward news of Ethan being Emily’s brother. You all stayed the night at Jackson’s place as he told you all stories of his great adventures before leaving the next morning.

“You’ve got a good one here Leroy. Don’t let her go,” Jackson praised to his son as he looked at you.

“Oh I don’t plan on it.”

You gave Jackson a farewell hug as he gave the Charger keys to Jethro and stuck your tongue out at Tony when you were the chosen passenger.

In the car, you pulled him in for a kiss and smiled. “I like your dad. We should come see him again soon.”

Jethro just shook his head and smiled before driving off.

[secretly-larry-daley]

I ask nothing specific but also I am All Ears for any other thing you may have to say about mater and mcqueen because!!!! them!!! /pos (also call me weird but I saw your post abt making a child oc for mcmater and!!! I am exploding and would love to hear about that too! /nf)

Man, what isn’t there to say about Mater and Lightning? They have to be the gayest characters put to screen. But I will gladly reach into my mind to talk more about them.

I’m very much under the impression that Mater fell in love first. He kinda always was, but never realized it head on before lightning was nearly killed in Cars 2. My man literally RAN AWAY from a RACE CAR just so lightning wouldn’t take any damage. Now why he didn’t say anything, I’m not quite sure, but it probably would have something to do with not wanting to interfere with Sally.

Now lightning is more of a difficult case. His love for Mater is something that build up in time instead of it being instant like it was with Mater. I think a small turning point was here

When Mater called him his best friend for the first time. He completely shocked him. You can clearly see the disbelief in his eyes. Someone, for the first time in years, unconditionally considered him a friend.

Now, once we get to the second film, those feelings definitely begin to grow for Mater. Even in the first scene of him together, Lightning is extremely happy to see his best friend. Though, this is when we learn that their relationship is somewhat strained. Because Mater doesn’t know boundaries that well and lightning needs to learn to communicate with him while also learning that he needs to accept Mater for who he is.

To an extent. There are some things in Cars 2 that I don’t condone so I think that message could’ve definitely been better.

Anyway, it’s also seen throughout the film that Lightning regrets yelling at Mater. That he’s clearly worried about him. This finally all comes to a head when we get to the aforementioned scene. 

He says a lot of things that are… like come on now

“Mater! There you are, I’ve been so worried about you. Are you ok?”

“I know I made you feel that way before. But none of that matters because we’re best friends!”

“Yes Mater, you are the bomb! That’s what I’m trying to say here. You’ve been the bomb and you’ll always be the bomb.”

“I’m not letting get away again.”

Now if that’s not at least a little gay, I don’t know what is.

And let’s not forget this image here:

Now for Cars 3, there is not much to say since there is not much of Mater. But, there is a specific scene that I would like to point out.

Now you’d think when you’re considering to retire you’d call, I don’t know, your girlfriend? But nah, Lightning calls MATER instead. If you see more of the scene, you’d understand.

Now, finally, for my last point. Cars On The Road.

Oooh boy where DO I begin. So, at the very beginning of the series, Lightning suggests that the two go on a road trip with Mack. Which quickly turns into just the two of them going on a road trip on foot (tire? Yknow what I mean.)

It’s interesting, because you’d think Lightning would be more stubborn about this. That’s a key point of his personality. But no, he just immediately accepts it as is. Yknow why? Because it’s Mater. He always caves in for his best friend.

Even in the lost legend episode, he was acting like a clingy girlfriend like

“But this was supposed to be our time ☹️☹️”

THOUGH, I think a key moment we should look at is near the end of the series. Pointed out by my friend, @kei-maki, they said this moment

Is the moment he realized he was in love. Because Mater loves him unconditionally and only wants the best for him. THATS why he wanted to go on a road trip. So the two can spend time together.

There is so much more I could say, really. But I think this is all the key areas that should be looked at.

Now, I’ll have to make a post about some of my headcanons for the two and my fan children (that’s right, THERES TWO) but for now, this is what I’d like to say

TDLR: They’re gay your honor.

[lux-ishii]

We and the Mandalorians were wrong about the Darksaber.

The legends of this sword talk about how it's meant to unite all Mandalorians. For some, it's just a lightsaber, heirloom, fancy tool, or symbol of power. But in reality, it's something created with the use of the Force. Force is important here. If you watch Star Wars you know it exists no matter how much some characters will say they don't believe it is.

The Darksaber was never meant to be the symbol of power. It belonged to the first Mandalorian Jedi. Someone who unites two worlds that fought each other for centuries. It was the ancient Mandalorians who gave this saber a different meaning, but it was its creator and the Force that gave the Darksaber purpose.

All the bad/hating comments you can see about the Darksaber plot being useless, or wasted potential are blind to those facts. I will say it just in case, I'm not a fan of how the Darksaber ownership was carried, BUT I do see the bigger picture here.

Favroni didn't want the Darksaber to carry the brutal legacy of ruthless Mandalorians, they wanted to show the true purpose of the Darksaber, the peaceful, uniting one. And the truth is, if not for the Darksaber, all of season 3 wouldn't take place.

Let's say, Bo fights Gideon, and she gets the Darksaber. Din and her telling each other goodbye, he goes to Boba, etc, and wants to be redeemed. What now? Hypothetically:

He drowned in the Living Waters or died because of that Borg creature.

There was a war between Gideon and Bo's forces that weren't that successful because she herself never reached the full potential in that scenario.

Several members of the covert get eaten daily.

Nevarro is occupied by pirates.

Ang so on…

The Darksaber was in Din's hands for a reason, but it wasn't the reason to make him the next Mand'alor, because that is what was adopted over the years when Mandalorians tried to define their own rules of what it means to be a Mandalorian. Din got it for its real reason to unite himself and the others. To put him on a path with his fellow, lost Mandalorian Princess.

Bo and Din lived different lives. Yet, they both are Mandalorians. It is often mentioned how the two groups hate each other. We can even see the hostility on screen. There are constantly reminding us how Mandalore fell because of their own divisions. New Mandalorians, Death Watch, Maulorians, Resistance Warriors, Children of The Watch… Shattered like stars in the galaxy.

Bo-Katan was the first one to break the circle of the constant battle over the power of the Darksaber. We now know she didn't want to challenge Din Djarin for the saber, even if she knew at the stake was everything she worked for. Bo saw beyond the brutal nature of the Darksaber's legacy, beyond the tool that in its signature brought death and power. She saw a human behind it.

With that, the Darksaber lost value for her. She said herself, that she was not sure if that blade will be enough to unite them all. Bo lost all the glorification she had for that weapon. Back in season 2, she was confident that with the Darksaber she will restore Mandalore to its former glory, but now she knows the Darksaber is not special when it comes to power. Because it's people that matter.

Her refusal to take the blade, or challenge Din was a catalyst for restoring the actual way of Mandalorians. The way of unification. From now on, her and Din's life was bound by the Darksaber. Just like the first owner Tarre Vizsla was bound with Mandalorians and Jedi.

The Force will find its way, always. Even if they don't believe in it. But the blade itself rejected Din, on purpose. He never wanted it and it was not his destiny. However, because he got the blade, it triggered a chain of events that resulted in his and Bo's lives crossing together, this time for good.

At the point when it didn't matter to both Din and Bo, the Darksaber was nothing, yet it was everything. As time passed Din and Bo grew to know each other, respect, and understand. They, Mandalorians of two opposite ends, working together, spending time together, being a great team, being stronger together.

They both learn from each other what it truly means to be Mandalorian. And it's not bloody fights every night, it's not killing your own people over differences. It's the care for family, for their tradition, their legacy. It has always been the care about Mandalore and its people.

The blade united Bo and Din, which brings us to a bigger picture here.

The blade won't unite all Mandalorians. But it united Din and Bo, who now are examples for everyone else to see that despite their differences they can work together. It is the relationship that they both developed with each other that is an example for others. Their actions, and what they represent. Both of them see beyond the Darksaber, they see the value of the people behind them. They ditched the fighting nature the old way and restored the blade's true purpose, making Din and Bo the contrast of reason against years of wars that led them to this point.

TLDR; The Darksaber is now uniting Mandalorians not through power, but through real noble values that should be the core of the new age for the Mandalorians. Its (Darksaber's) conflict united two opposite souls that are now the fundament for the future of Mandalore. The weapon was never about power or death, and Bo and Din restored its former purpose even if they aren't aware of it.

[piltoversfinest-caitvi]

Katie Leung at 2023 Facts Gents Con

There has been news circling around about season 2 Arcane development as well as the Q&A recorded at the Facts Gents. Take some information posted with a grain of salt but I believe them to be plausible

Some questions for Arcane:

Q: In the voice acting were you able to be together in the studio for like scenes with interactions for example between Caitlyn and Vi

Katie: No... so I have not met Hailee who plays Vi. Normally when you do voice acting for something like Arcane, you are just in a box, so you have a producer on one side of the room with a glass pane between you And then it's just me and then the mic and the monitor with the lights or the animation and sometimes if Hailee's done her Vi lines before me then I'll get to hear the stuff that she's done and then I can respond to it. But most of the time there's a director on the screen who will just say the lines to me and then I have to respond and not that they are not great actors because I'm sure they could kind of give me a performance if they want it but I think they try and keep it neutral so then I'm responding to Vi saying something that might be potentially romantic and (the actor) will just be very dead and then I'll just have to kind of respond in the way that I would want to respond as caitlyn so it's funny that because when they put it together, it sounds like we're all in the same room because so much emotions that's carried forward in the voice acting but I've never met Ella or Hailee or anyone for that matter so it's great what they can do

Q: How did a process feel for you because voice acting is different from real life acting and how excited are you for the second season?

Katie: Oh my god I just did some recording for season 2 of arcane a few days ago and I can say that it's looking really good. It was a project I went into without knowing how big it was going to be how incredible the animation was going to look. I heard of league of legends before because my brother is a huge gamer and I used to be a big gamer as well but I never played it so... I did it because I knew he was a big fan so yeah I'll just do it cause I have time. And these guys, you know the creators, they sound really nice so I remember them sending me just photos of Caitlyn And this is the character you're going to play. And she looks really cool so I really yeah uh I went to the recording studio like you know it was just me and the mic and that was kind of strange because I wasn't really sure what they wanted and I wasn't sure you know with the storyline I didn't know what they were talking about when they were talking about piltover and um just all these kind of different jargons that are in relation to League of legends so I was a bit confused about what I was doing and seeing And then once the animation came in and I was able to see some sketches I was like oh my god this looks really cool and then when it came out last year I was just blown away

Q: Which line from Arcane is your favorite? (@ 2:30 Sunday) Katie: Oh that's a hard one because I feel like I really enjoy all the scenes between Vi and Caitlyn and like the moments they have. The most precious moments are the ones where they don't say anything to each other. But if I had to choose a line probably when Vi calls her cupcake and she says shut up. Yeah, that's a really cute moment

Q: Which character storyline are you most excited about for season 2? Katie: Uh…… I think I'm excited mostly.... I'm just trying not to give anything away but I think with season one for Caitlyn she like I felt her pain in season one, you know she had, there's a lot of kind of weight on her shoulders uhm kind of to do the right thing she's kind of like she's a justice warrior She wants to do things correctly and she wants to do things for the people she believes in equality and justice and all these and uh obviously she's a bit of a goody goody two shoes um in comparison with Vi and I think we get to see a different side of her in the next season so I'm really excited for people to see that arc, that journey um and also it's been really exciting for me to play that as well.

Q: What kind of dynamic do you think Caitlyn will have in the upcoming season with Vi

Katie: Oh…. I can't tell you that, I mean, all I can tell you is that….. no no I can't tell you.

I'm telling you a lot by not telling you

Q: If you come to facts as a cosplayer who would you dress up as Katie: Oh my god that is a really good question. I think I would dress up as Caitlyn because I just did some recording of season 2 and she has some incredible costumes. She looks really good. Yeah I mean I can't say anymore but I would love to dress up as a Caitlyn you know her costumes are really cool

Q: When you did the voice acting, did you have any props or cosplay items that you could use? (@ 6:35 Sunday) Katie: No, um, I think it would have been helpful to have like something I could hold on to because there are certain moments when Caitlyn, you know when she's fighting, .. Okay I'm giving stuff away now ..

But when she's maybe in action whether she's running or she's fighting or just breathing heavily or trying to climb out of something I think it's always helpful to be able to grab onto something but there's nothing that you can because they're afraid you might make extra background noise so everything has to be like in the air.

So that can be difficult so I would have liked to have some props for sure but it, there's only ever like a glass of water and the pages with your lines on it and the microphone.

Even when you're running, you have to just be like you have to pretend you're out of breath in place so I'd say it's definitely not easy to do voice acting but it's so much fun when you get the hang of it.

Q: What do you think Caitlyn's Spotify playlist looks like? Katie: Oh god, I don't think she would want anyone what's on her playlist but if she had to... it would be like 90s, R and B, literally, I'm just listing the stuff that I listen to. A bit of rock, a bit of grunge, I'm thinking of TLC I think she would love a TLC, maybe see Dr Dre, maybe Linkin Park, yeah, put up everything

Q: What nickname do you think Caitlyn would have for Vi? Katie: Oh.... do you know what I think she would probably call her by her full name. Violet. I think that would be quite a tease because I think Vi is such a cool name. I'm not sure Vi likes her full name to be honest, I think there's a reason why she doesn't, cause, Violet is, I guess I would see it as quite feminine and quite lovely and that's a last thing Vi would want to hear. As Caitlyn, I probably would call her Violet.

[amyysfics]

skz - "bet."

pairing: felix x bff!gn!reader warnings: fluff, pining, reader eats popcorn summary: you make felix watch your favourite movie word count: 850

©amyysfics (2023) All Rights Reserved - Reposting/Modification of any kind is not tolerated.

Giggles, snorting and all kinds of laughter filled the room. You were barely able to catch your breath, when a voice broke through the sound of heavy breaths and occasional giggling. "What the fuck kind of movie are you watching, that is making you laugh this hard?", your best friend asked.

The both of you sat in a video-call on Discord. He had been playing a game, which you assumed must have been League of Legends, judging by his continuous screaming, "Noooo!" and "What are you doing? We had it!". You had turned on your favorite movie eventually. None of this was a rare occurrence. You hung out with Felix this way whenever possible - both of you doing your own thing while being in each others company.

"I'm watching what is possibly the funniest movie ever, thank you very much for asking.", you looked straight at the camera, poking out your tongue. How dare he judge this amazing piece of media? Out fo the corner of your eye you could see your blue-haired friend roll his eyes. Though, before he had the chance to tease you back, you thought of a deal. "Why don't you watch it with me? I can restart it. And if you end up liking it and enjoying your time, I will treat you to a smoothie!"

The idea made Felix' eyes light up. He loved having movie nights, especially with you. And he was was being honest with himself, he couldn't give less of a shit what you guys were doing, as long as he got to spend time with you - his best friend, that he just so happened to have a not so tiny crush on. She he did what every sane idiot in love with his best friend would do; He responded with as little words as he could as to not let you hear the shakiness of his voice, "Bet."

You left your seat for a minute to grab a fresh bottle of water and Felix used the time to finish (and lose) the round of League he was still in. It took you a few moments to come back, so he made sure to to set his screen up properly. He could click on one of the images to have them fill up almost the entire screen, the rest of it being smaller at the bottom. After making everything look the way he wanted to, he noticed you walking back - a bottle of water in one hand and a bowl of fresh popcorn in the other.

The Australian silently cursed himself for agreeing to this. It wasn't the first time you watched a movie together, but he would usually be the one streaming it - the movie taking up his entire monitor. Today, for the first time, he had the chance to observe your reactions. He noticed the way your eyebrows scrunched together mere moments before you laughed. He saw the way you attempted to hide your shy smile as the two main characters kissed. He could even tell that one strand of your hair seemed to be bothering you - constantly tickling your neck. Felix knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from brushing it away if he actually sat next to you.

"Yongbok!", your less than quiet voice ripped him out of his thoughts. You glared at the boy, or at least it looked that way to him. "Were you even watching?", you clicked with your tongue, fishing through the last few pieces of popcorn for the best one. "I was! I loved it!, he lied. Your best friend put barely any of his attention towards the movie. You smiled a little, popping the chosen popcorn-piece in your mouth, "Right? The part where the cat rolls in the snow is so good!" Felix nodded immediately, "It's probably the best part."

"You couldn't stop feeling your heartbeat get faster, almost pounding out of your chest, knowing you caught him in a lie. "Lix, first of all, there wasn't a single cat in the movie and it's set in summer. And second-", you leaned closer to the camera, "I can see the reflection of your screen on your computer-case a little bit. You had my camera on full-screen-mode the entire time.

His body reacted faster than his brain allowed him to come up with a witty response. A blush crept up to the tip of his ears in an instant. And even his neck turned about three shades darker. He tried to think of a response - any explanation, but he couldn't get a single word to come out.

"You know what?", you broke through the silence, smiling, "I'll still treat you to that smoothie. I mean it looks like you had a good time, no? Pick you up tomorrow at five?", you winked. When did you get so smooth?

Felix' blushed even harder at this chance of a date with you, even that was even possible. But what he didn't know, was that you were just as excited about it, as he was. So he gathered all the courage he could.

"Bet."

@bokkiesplace @notastraykid @hee0soo @moon0fthenight @bbyquokka @strawberry31 @weird-bookworm

[nijisanji-brain-rot-fics]

luxiem x reader || halloween !! day two , part one

IKE EVELAND

man myth and legend

he probably thinks that halloween in a childish thing

but hes up for scary movies

EXCEPT... IF ITS THE SHINING

he would definitely hate the shining because its fucking scary [like have you seen the shining??? ITS HORRIFYING]

"No, [name]! You know I hate 'The Shining'." He said, covering his ears to stop anymore of your pleading words into his mind.

"Pretty please, Ike? It isn't even that bad! It's just a few scary scenes!" You whined, taking him from the waist and squeezing him slightly. He looked back to you with a face of slight disdain.

"[Name], I hate 'The Shining'. You know how scary it is." He sighed, turning back to the microwave which started beeping as the popping sounds of popcorn faded off.

"Just this once, please! It isn't as bad as you remembered. It's been like, three years since you watched it with the others." The others meaning his debut mates in Luxiem. They watched it on their first Halloween night all together when they first debuted. Ike, after that night, was undoubtedly traumatized by the movie and hasn't tried watching it again ever since.

"As much as I love you, I'm serious, I cannot watch 'The Shining', it traumatized me." He groaned, taking the popcorn out of the microwave and setting it down on the table before looking over at your pouting face again. He knew how much 'The Shining' was your favourite show, obviously because the struggle to shut up about comfort shows is undeniably hard. I mean, it shouldn't be so bad now, right? He had you by his side, so he should be fine...

"Ugh... Fine. We can watch 'The Shining'. Just... Don't judge me if I get scared." He mumbled under his breath, taking his gold rimmed glasses off to give you a small look of defeat, but felt a surge of warmth in his chest when he saw you beam with happiness.

"I would never, babyyyy." You said with a smile, pulling him towards the couch where you let him lie down on your chest. Going on [whatever streaming platform you use], you searched up the movie Ike dreaded watching for a few years. He wrapped his arms around you with a small pout as you put the movie onto the big screen, already bracing himself for all the damned jumpscares and scary parts of the movie.

After the movie, Ike was clutching onto you so tightly, you could've sworn there were fingernail marks where he held you that stayed for almost a week. It seemed he hasn't completely healed yet from the past trauma of that movie. You better thank him for sacrificing his heart rate so you could watch.

a/n: do i know what im doing? no (also if yall want longer versions of these fics just lmk and ill try www)

[meibinnie]

「 pretty pink lace c.sb 」

pairing: perv! gamer! loser! soobin x bsf reader

(brief taehyun x reader)

genre: smut, angst?, college au

warnings: panty sniffing, masturbation, mentions of sex, crying, reader gets pissed, swearing and, mentions of oral.

word count: about 1.9k

a/n: usual perv fics end so happy and they end up together so i needed to put my own sprinkle on it. lmk what you guys think!

✧ ˚ · .

you were the first friend soobin made at university. it was welcome week, freshman year and of course you approached him. how could he walk up to someone like you first? you were so pretty, kind to strangers and just overall lighting up every room you walked into. he had seen you in a few different spots on campus before you made the effort to talk to him. he just watched your every move, kinda like eye candy. always admiring you from afar.

“hey, you’re the boy from the gaming cafe right? soobster553?” you spoke to him as he sat in the library reading.. bunny girl senpai manga? he followed your line of sight, closing the book and turning it face down. “uh, yeah? that’s me” he nervously responded. “you left your shit logged in, don’t worry i closed everything out for you” taking a seat next to him you went on “bunny girl senpai? what is that?” you asked, actually interested. “it’s a manga” he simply said. “yeah, no shit i can see that” your crude language got the boy flashing his signature bunny smile. “you know, you kinda look like a bunny” the boy smiled even wider. 

you introduced soobin to your friend group and he practically followed you everywhere like a puppy. it was cute though, you didn’t mind. soobin was sweet, respectful and always looked out for you. you two were total opposites and that’s exactly why you clicked.

✧ ˚ · .

fast forward to your junior year and you laid on his bed, hanging your head upside down trying to get your best friend’s attention. “soooob come on, i’m bored” you whined. he took his headset off and deadpanned at you. “you’re playing video games, ignoring me, and i can’t even see the screen because your big ass is in the way” you whined once more. 

soobin wanted you in his bed and whining but not under these circumstances. he makes a mental note to be more specific with his manifestations next time. “y/n you ever heard of parallel play? now all of a sudden you wanna watch me play league?” he looked at you squinting his eyes, not believing a damn thing you had to say. “no but, i'm out of options for entertainment soooo” you trailed off and walked over to his desk. 

soobin took the hint and moved over an inch in his gaming chair, a poor attempt to make room for you. you frowned at his stupidity. “soob do you see this ass?” he didn’t know if he was supposed to look or not but he did anyway, respectfully. “i’m not fitting in that tiny space to sit” you plopped down on his lap. soobin froze and went wide eyed, not knowing where to put his hands. he held his breath as you shifted and leaned your back against his chest to get comfortable. “is this alright?” you turned your head back a bit, breath fanning his cheek. “yeah, ‘ts fine” he barely whispered

“you were off your game today soob. hopefully when you teach me how to play, you carry your team like usual” you say to him as you bid your goodbyes. “y/n you’re fucking mean to me you know?” he jokes with you. “yeah yeah, im such a bitch whatever you probably call me worse to your guy friends” you joke back, playfully pushing his shoulder. “i would never. see you next week loser” he hugs you tight, squeezing your waist. “see you soob” and with that he’s closing his apartment door, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

going back to his gaming chair, he immediately pulls up his porn tab and gets to work. putting his hand down his pajama pants and thinking of none other than you. your hair smelled so good and it was the only thing he could focus on thus fucking up multiple rounds in league of legends. he got such a good view of your ass today. it was only a split second or two but who’s counting? 

soobin wanted to fondle you, put his face in it. shit he wanted you to sit on his face. it’s a miracle he was able to control himself with you sitting on his clothed cock. as his fist pumped up and down his shaft, he envisioned your small hands, and your fucking teasing voice. you. you. you. anything that was you, would get him off. “fuck y/n. right there princess. please. fuck” he croaked. “soooob come on” he recalled your innocent whining from earlier and using it for something so sinister. 

that did it for him and he spurted his white streams of cum onto his hand and pants. he didn’t stop there. no, of course not. he milked himself until he was whining and tears were brimming his eyes. when he finally opened his eyes to witness the mess he made, he sighed in frustration. what would you think of him, knowing that he just choked his dick to every innocent interaction you had today? you’d probably hate him, tell your friends what a fucking freak nasty pervert he was. even go as far as never talking to him ever again. he couldn’t stomach the thought of it. 

✧ ˚ · .

“he told me i was the prettiest girl he’s ever seen and he said it like he meant it” you gushed about how you and taehyun have been texting each other lately. which was not in anyway romantic, it’s so obvious the guy was trying to get in your pants. apparently he was taking you out on a date tonight and you wanted to get all your jitters out beforehand so you called soobin over. 

he had to listen to you go on and on about his friend when he so desperately wanted it to be him. “i’m sorry, my room is a wreck. i wanted to wear my pink dress but taehyun seems like he’d like the black one more but i couldn’t find the black one and-” jesus fuck you were a nervous rambling mess. “fuck, i forgot to put on eyeliner” you ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. 

truth is, you looked so sexy in that pink dress. fuck what taehyun liked, what about what soobin liked? you wore it with pretty thigh harnesses, and dainty jewelry. the baby pink aesthetic for something so adult and whore-like drove him crazy. he couldn’t think about being mad at taehyun when all he could think about was taking you there, and ruining you til you couldn’t babble anything but variations of his name.

soobin scanned your messy room and pink lace sticking out of your top drawer piqued his interest. he looked at the closed bathroom door, making sure there was no sign of you. once the coast was clear, he went to the drawer and pulled out the lacey fabric. there was no time to examine it, he stuffed them deep in his pocket for later.

“i promise i’ll tell you all about it when i get back” you sincerely told him. “i can’t wait, i hope you have fun” soobin was bitter as fuck. he kept the smile as much as he could but how could you? how could you possibly choose his friend over him?

✧ ˚ · .

soobin wasted no time pulling your pink lace panties out of his pocket as soon as he got home. sniffing them like all of the oxygen on planet earth was running out. he laid on his bed, once again pulling his cock out to the thought of you. he fisted the fabric and pushed it up to his nose as far as he could, inhaling and exhaling. he choked his dick and thought of you in that pink dress from earlier. he wanted to cum all over it, ruin it so you couldn’t see taehyun. better yet taehyun see you stained with his love, make him back off and be taken by who you belonged to. soobin.

“god you fucking bitch. picking taehyun over me, he’s nothing. i could fuck you so much better than him mmm” he moaned and spat as he sped his hand up. “y/n. y/n. ugh fuck. please baby” he began saying your name over and over again. he put the fabric over the tip of his dick while cumming, completely soiling it. 

the act of ruining your panties without your knowledge riled him up even more. soobin looked at your stolen item in awe. he wanted- no. he needed more.

✧ ˚ · .

“the date was fine but i don’t think we’re gonna work out” you broke the news to soobin and his ears perked up. “really? how come” he bit back a smile. “ahhh i dunno. it kinda just felt like he wanted to sleep with me. i know that’s your friend and all but i’m looking for an actual boyfriend these days” you explained it pretty clearly. atta girl, so smart and always coming to your senses. soobin just nodded his head in understandment. in reality he was over the fucking moon. he needed to do something to celebrate. 

you fell asleep during the movie night like always, your backside pressed up against soobin. he laid there stiff, weighing his options of dry humping you into oblivion while you slept or just going in your room to steal another pair of your panties. you were so pretty, even when you slept. perfect pouty lips, wet from your slight drool. your strands of hair blowing faintly from your breathing. god it wouldn’t be fair to take you like this, that’s beyond wrong. you’re his friend, he can’t take advantage of you like that. 

he got up ever so softly and quietly to not wake you. shuffling into your room, he went straight for your drawer like last time. this time, he opened it fully and boy was he in heaven. different colors, fabrics, and designs all with your signature scent. your hint of laundry detergent and your everyday perfume that he couldn’t get enough of. 

he shuffled his hands through the entire drawer then picked up a handful. soobin was playing a dangerous game but he couldn’t bring himself to think straight. he brought the bundle to his nose and deeply inhaled your faint aroma almost immediately sporting a boner. he let out a pathetic whimper in response to the delectable scent that he couldn’t get enough of. 

“what the fuck are you doing?” soobin almost jumped out his skin seeing you in the doorway. how long have you been standing there? why didn’t he hear you get up? probably too pussy drunk to notice his surroundings.

“are you sniffing my panties? is that why my pink lace one is missing?!” you slowly walked up toward him. oh no, you’re fucking angry at him. “no? i swear, i don’t have them” was all soobin could say and his lie was so bad, not even he believed it. you snatched the bundle of underwear from him. “you’re a fucking pervert! have you been doing this the whole time? i thought you were my friend!” you yelled at him some more which turned him on beyond belief. once he locked eyes with you, he instantly regretted everything. you were crying. “get out. i’m fucking serious, go. don’t ever talk to me again” you uttered the sentence soobin had been terrified of hearing. 

what the fuck did he just do?

a/n please leave a comment and reblog!! my hiatus is over!! <3

[sanjoongie]

Library of Illusion~ Sci Fi Section

Chrome Upgrade

📚Part Three for the Library Of Illusions Event

📚Pairing: Fixer! Yunho x Merc! Reader (f)

📚Genre: Fantasy au, Sci-fi au, Cyberpunk 2077 inspired, sleeping with the boss trope

📚Warnings: fighting, cybernetic enhancements, slapping, nipple play, yunho is horny over some knife play, mommy(reader)/little one(yunho) dynamics, penetrative sex with no barrier, creampie(s), oral (f receiving), cum eating, dacryphilia

📚Word Count: 3,809

📚Rating: 18+ MDNI, smut

📚Summary: the scifi section transports you to a cyberpunk world in which you are merc for hire with many upgrades and your boss, or fixer, pays you with chrome instead of eddie’s (eurodollar)

📚Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the best beta readers a writer could bribe have

↫The Fantasy Section ↭ MasterList ↭The Historical Fiction Section↬

You moved back and forth in front of a particular bookshelf but you had this feeling like you were missing it. You tipped your head back and you felt a zap of electricity when your eyes locked onto a bright yellow book with the title "Cyberpunk 2077" in sharp black lettering. You lifted onto your tippy toes, fingertips tingling as you managed to hook the book and bring it down into your waiting hands.

You opened it, and watched expectantly as the book flew out of your hands, landing upright with its pages flipping open, until it halted and grew to the size of a door. The center for the book was transparent, and within you could see a dark alleyway, filled with trash and lit up by bright lights. 

The hair on the back of your neck raised and you felt yourself getting real damn annoyed at this entity that was watching you. "You know, you could just reveal yourself before I meet you in this damn book!" You couldn't help but shout in frustration. 

It had to be the guardian of this section, right? Clearly they were both present in the books and in the library. "Or are you worried that I might reject you before you can weave a story to suck me into?"

You might as well be shouting into the void. Or so you thought. The shelves began to shiver and shake and a rush of wind rushed past you, blowing your hair behind you like you were in a wind tunnel. The fuck was that? Alright, maybe you shouldn't be provoking demons.

You decided now was a good time to walk through the portal.

You stood in the middle of an alleyway, neon lights blinking obnoxiously above you. In your hand was a chip and everything in your mind was telling you to put it inside of you. You felt behind your ear and gasped when your finger found a rectangle hole there. The chip slipped in easily and your eyes lit up as you processed the information on the chip. 

You were a mercenary for hire. Your fixer, or guy that hooked you up with jobs, was Yunho. You two had worked together pretty steadily but only after you had begged him to give you jobs. You had a gun and an itch to scratch back then. You had worked with a few crews here and there, maybe a partner, but ultimately no one could keep up with your thirst to prove yourself, to really make your name a legend. 

Now you had so many cybernetic enhancements you lost count. Circulatory system upgrades for your hacking. You had traded out your eyes a long time ago for easier targeting and to make them a pretty purple jeweled color. But your crown jewel were the blades that were implanted and replaced your arms. The blades stayed hidden and folded and you had full use of your 'hands', but the Mantis blades had been the best improvement you had invested in, surely.

A screen popped up in your peripherals and a faint ringing could be heard in your ear. The square said Your Fixer Yuyu was calling you. "I got the deets, Yunho, what's up?" You answered. 

"Another gonk got themselves snatched for cybernetics and organs," Yunho replied.

"Yeah, I got that already, what do you want?" You snapped.

You admired your clothes in this world: you were wearing skin tight pleather pants with cutouts at the hips, a bikini top and a large baggy jacket. You had an undercut on the side where you had slipped in your chip, but your hair fell in waves on your right side. Definitely the cyberpunk look.

"That same gonk left their bike outside the place where they had been sent to rescue the last guy," Yunho informed you. You winced. Oops. "Don't worry, choom, I got you. I called your bike away to park a few blocks. Just thought I'd let you know when you run out of there."

"Thanks."

"Orchid?" You fucking loved your merc name. The first upgrade you got as a merc were Mantis blades but insisted on a soft pink color. So they named you after a pretty Orchid Mantis. You were kinda proud of that, actually. 

"Yeah?" You answered.

"Come see me after this job, 'kay? I've got something to run past you."

"Got it, Yunho."

You ended the comms and cracked your neck. Time to cut up some idiot bodysnatchers.

You snuck into the building where your target was located. She was in an ice bath to keep her body chill. You checked for vital signs and luckily the damn gonk wasn't dead. Yet. That's when you allowed yourself to kill every damn bodysnatcher in the place, with no mercy. Who thought it was a good life choice to kidnap innocent people and steal their cybernetics off their corpses? You were a bit blood splattered afterwards but the trauma team came for your target once you booted up their biomon and you were already gone by then.

You jogged for a block, shrugging on your jacket and then you called in your bike. You didn't bother to check in with Yunho, you simply set his headquarters location to your GPS and headed there full throttle. You weren't sure what you prefered more: slashing people up with your Mantis blades or riding the road with your bike. Either one provided amazing adrenaline.  

You pulled up to the noodle shop and parked your bike in the front. The staff didn't even blink as you walked through the front and into the kitchen of the shop. You stopped in front of the deep freeze and the square of tiles before it blinked before popping open. You slid down the ladder and a cold nuzzle of a gun was pressed against the nape of your neck.

"Jesus, do you have to do that every damn time? It's Orchid, for christ sake. Let her in." Yunho yelled at his guard. 

You stuck your tongue out at the guard and he pulled his gun to holster it. You walked towards the glass box that was Yunho's office. The door snapped behind you with a whoosh. The glass tinted so that no one could see inside. Interesting.

"What's up, choom?" You said, not showing a hint of your worries. You planted your ass on the crescent shaped couch and crossed your hands behind your back.

Yunho approached the low coffee table in front of you. His broad shoulders filled out his orange and black leather jacket well. “When did you get the new ink?” Yunho motioned with his chin.

You looked down and saw a dragon on your hip. Odd. When did that get there? It didn’t fit the genre at all, it was a dragon from an old fairy tale novel illustration. Did you have another tattoo? Upon further inspection, you also had a switchblade on your shoulder. Both were clearly souvenirs from Yeosang and Wooyoung but… why? It couldn't be that they simply wanted you to remember them by tattoos you had not agreed upon. You figured you’d ask Seonghwa when you got back.

To answer Yunho though, you shrugged. “I gotta pass it by Daddy first?”

Yunho’s eyes darkened and narrowed them at you. “Are you giving me lip, little girl?”

You scoffed at the term. “A little girl that could slice you in half maybe.”

Yunho strode around the table, brought back his hand and slapped you, one of his rings scratching your chin as it hit. “Bitch? Are you saying you could take me on?”

"Yunho, Yunho, Yunho," You shook your head. "There's a reason you keep calling me to do all your dirty work. Because I get shit done."

"I give you the dirty work jobs because you're trash," Yunho corrected you.

You smiled and it was dangerous. "Careful. Those are fighting words."

"Not fighting words if they're true."

Your Sandevistan, the operating system that allowed you to move faster than the human eye could observe, kicked in and within milliseconds, you were on top of Yunho on the floor, your Mantis Blade at Yunho's neck. "I may be trash but I could still kill you, Yuyu," You crooned perilously. 

Yunho swallowed but even that motion put his adam's apple in danger, flirting with your blade. "You didn't tell me you got a Sandevistan."

"I don't tell my fixer everything in case he wants to take advantage of me." Your free hand started to absentmindedly play with the chains around his neck. "Now, how are you going to repay me for this?"

"This?" Yunho squeaked.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance. "I charge for my services; had to use my Sandevistan to show you who's really boss, didn't I? How much to let you go free too?"

Yunho scowled. "I don't--"

You ran the tip of your blade along Yunho’s face, the threat there. Yunho whimpered and you cackled. "Big talk for a big man-" You moved your body back and your lower half encountered something long blocking your way.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Yunho--"

"Don't," he said in a clipped tone. "Just pretend you didn't--"

You grinned evilly. "Your price just went up."

"Orchid, listen." Yunho was starting to sweat. "We have a decent work relationship. I'd like to keep it that way. Can't we just forgive the insults?"

"Or…" You slowly reclined your Mantis Blade built into your arm, folding it back in place. "...you could repay me in a different way. Do you have a Mr. Studd upgrade?"

Yunho's ears began to get red. "...yes."

"Give me an hour of your time, I think that would make us even."

Yunho looked so confused it was borderline adorable. “You… you sure?”

“Whatever you would have paid me as compensation would have gone towards some time at a dollhouse anyways, so why not, Yuyu?” You chirped.

Yunho nodded curtly. “Done.”

The Mr. Studd upgrade you were talking about was essentially an upgrade/sexual organ replacement. It ensured that the one using the upgrade lasted for hours, which is why it was standardly an upgrade a Doll, or whore, had. Why Yunho had it, you didn’t know, but you didn’t care at this point. It also meant that his dick was chrome colored, which was a bonus. 

You remained straddling Yunho on the floor but Yunho sat up, his upper body now vertical, holding himself up by his arms, palms flat on the concrete floor. You were cradling his head to your chest as he sucked on your tits. His eyes had widened upon seeing your nipples had been replaced with a cosmetic upgrade, making them a sea-foam green color. You continued to dominate your boss, having discovered that he also had a Mommy kink.

You couldn't help but coo at Yunho some more, his eyes were big as his lips were wrapped around your nipple. “That’s a good baby, sucking Mommy’s tits just the way she likes it.” Yunho whined against your breast. “Does my little one have something to say?”

Yunho popped off your nipple, leaving a string of saliva connecting from his tongue to your nipple. “Orch--Mommy.” You waited patiently for Yunho to say what he wanted to say. “Can I have your cunt now?”

If Yunho absolutely drooling over your tits wasn’t enough to make you sopping wet, that sentence certainly did the trick. “Do you think you earned it, little one?”

Yunho nodded quickly. “Please, can I have Mommy’s pretty pink cunt now?”

You sighed dramatically. “I guess you deserve it for sucking on Mommy’s titties so well.”

Yunho let out a comfortable sigh once you sunk down on his chrome dick. “Mommy feels so good around me.”

“Yeah, does Mommy squeeze you just right, Baby?” You started to move up and down his cock, making sure to clench when you had just the head of his dick inside of you and then pushed him back inside again.

Yunho moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. You had no idea the straight faced, extremely tall fixer was such a sucker to be a sub for someone. You might have offered it earlier had you known. “More, please, Mommy, more!”

It’s not long before you have Yunho creaming between your thighs. He comes with a gruff cry but you hadn't found your high yet. But thanks to his Mr. Studd upgrade, that wasn’t a problem. You continued to fuck yourself on Yunho’s chrome dick, even after Yunho’s long drawn out moan faded from his lips. 

“Be a good baby and play with Mommy’s clit, hmm?” You encouraged him. You leaned back, hands on Yunho’s thighs to brace yourself, and started to fuck him that way. 

Yunho’s lips puckered like he wanted your tits back in his mouth but his eyes were on your clit. “Wanna suck on Mommy’s pretty clit, please,” He whined.

“Here, Baby.” You grabbed one of Yunho’s hands, which were large for a fixer’s, and sucked on his thumb, gathering your saliva along the digit before guiding Yunho to rub his thumb mercilessly along your swollen clit. “Right there, just like that,” You hissed, “You can suck Mommy’s clit another time, maybe when you’ve been a bad little one.”

“You’d sit on my face? Please?” Yunho looked eager and cute all over again.

You cupped Yunho’s face so that his cheeks were pushed together. “Stop being so cute and focus on the here and now, Yuyu.”

Yunho frowned, fucking up into your pussy with his chrome dick and flicked your clit until you came with a loud shout, thighs shuddering as your orgasm ripped through you. You panted and waited for your cunt to stop fluttering around Yunho and then asked him how long before he could go for his second round.

The second round included you degrading Yunho, as per his request. The harsher you were, the more he throbbed inside of you. He cried fat tears for you when he came the second time, proving to his Mommy that his dick was good enough and big enough to come inside a second time. You licked away his tears, having come only moments before him.

The third round you found that Yunho liked his nipples played with, to the point of overstimulation, to which he buried himself deep inside of you to come, nudging your uterus and making you come just as hard. By then, the two of you were clinging to each other, sweaty and exhausted but plenty satisfied. The only problem now was…

“What are we going to do with all this sticky cum, little one?” You mused, looking down at your pussy, which had his cum literally dripping out of you.

“Le-leave it there?” Yunho stuttered, his ears heating up again.

You cocked your head curiously at Yunho. “But Mommy wants to clean up, baby.”

“I…” Yunho opened his mouth and then closed it.

“Yuyu, after what we just did, there isn’t much to be embarrassed about,” You brought up.

Yuyu nodded his head but couldn't meet your eyes. “It’s dirty though.”

That made your proverbial ears perk up. “What’s dirty?”

“I want to eat my cum from your pussy, Mommy.”

"You're awfully greedy for my cunt, Yuyu," You couldn't help but tease him.

Yunho pouted. "Please. Mommy."

"I think you're past your hour," You mentioned.

Yunho clung to you harder. "I…I need this. Please."

Whatever constant state of control fixer Yunho was in, this seemed to be his safe place to let loose. You yourself had felt the tension leave his body, as he came and came and came inside of you. Perhaps you could come to some type of arrangement after the jobs he set you up on…

"Okay, baby, you can clean up my cunt with your tongue," You agreed, "But it's going to cost you."

Yunho was nodding, lifting you off his cock already, fully capable of setting you down on the ground and wrapping his arms around your thighs. "Thank you, Mommy," he said, almost like thanking you for his meal.

When Yunho's guard walked in to say that he had a visitor, Yunho was so pussy drunk that he never even responded. You looked at the guard, upside down with your head cast back because Yunho was working your cunt with his tongue quite well and said, "He's busy."

You couldn't believe when Yunho coaxed your fourth orgasm from your body but when your body stopped shuddering and you looked at your fixer between your legs, it was clear that this was exactly what Yunho should be doing for you.

Wait--

Shouldn't Yunho be giving you… something else?

Yunho smiled at you, his chin and cheeks covered in a mixture of his saliva, his cum and yours and you felt your brain stutter. "I did good, Mommy?"

"Course, Baby, you did brilliantly." You ruffled Yunho's hair.

"Maybe…maybe you could stay the night? I don't have anymore jobs for you and I--"

Whatever else Yunho was saying faded out as your brain once again attempted to tell you that you couldn't stay the night. You had somewhere to go. Did you, though? Couldn't you just stay here with Yunho?

"Orchid? Are you okay? Do you need a stim? I've got a few around here."

You watched as Yunho looked around his room, his leather jacket hanging off one arm absentmindedly. He really did look like a lost boy.

Wasn't he just like the others? The others?

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes. What the fuck was going on?

"Yun…I think someone is hacking me. I feel--weird."

Yunho stopped looking for the stims and sighed. "I almost thought I had you there."

The air tensed, warping and stretching and suddenly it snapped and you were back in the Science Fiction Section. Yunho had an arm already stretched out to pull his book out. Inside was a chip, the same that you had put into your slot in the book to absorb the information of the cyberpunk world and your job. 

Gone were Yunho's mixture of neon and baggy cyberpunk clothes. Instead, he was in a black button down, tight black pants, with a shoulder rig and a thigh harness. "Would it have been so bad to stay with me?"

You pursed your lips. "Yes, actually. I have someone else waiting for me."

Yunho, baby boy Yunho, was peeking out. "What's he going to say when he finds out you've fucked all us demons to get to him?"

Your dead lover's curling grin flashed through your mind and you felt your heart contract in pain. "He'd probably say he missed out on all the fun."

"I'll only give this to you if you give me a goodbye kiss, Mommy," Yunho said with a sneaky grin.

You rolled your eyes. "A bit demanding for a baby boy, aren't you?" You couldn't help but slip back into that role for a second. 

"What's one more kiss?" Yunho still challenged you.

You sighed and got up from the floor. You stretched up on your tippy toes and place a kiss on Yunho's lips. He sighed happily against your lips and slipped the chip key into your hands. "Miss me a little, okay, Mommy?"

Your head felt fuzzy from the mindfuck you were currently going through. Surely living so many lives so quickly wasn't healthy for you. Were you even going to make it through this? No, you couldn't think that way. You had only one purpose in your life now, and that was to bring your dead lover back with the use of the artifact. If you didn't have that, you had nothing. 

Seonghwa was humming under his breath and swaying in his chair when you approached the desk this time. He brightened slightly upon seeing you walk up to his desk. "Have something for me?"

You frowned at him. "Excuse me? Who are you and what have you done with the Keeper of the Keys?"

Seonghwa's smile widened. Did he… did he like when you talked down to him? "I talked with Yeosang. Seems like you've been treating us quite well, actually."

"Actually?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

Seonghwa's face turned stormy. "Not all travelers do their best to play the game. Most demand we simply give the keys to them. Hence my--" Seonghwa cleared his throat, "--my bad attitude towards your kind. We are simply demons doing our job, after all."

"Well, you've got me there, I guess. You guys are just cogs in the machine too, huh?"

Seonghwa looked at you eagerly. "Where did you go this time? What do you have for me?"

It was still a little weird that Seonghwa was now eager to see you but you handed him the chip key nonetheless. "Yunho."

Seonghwa's eyes began to have a shaky quality to them, almost like he was nervous. "Did you, uh, have any trouble with Yunho?" He scurried behind his desk and added your third key to your collection in the display case.

"Actually!" You inspected your body and not only found the dragon and switchblade tattoo but a new one was on your body now, after Yunho. You could feel the raised edges on your neck, near your chin. "Do I have something here?"

Seonghwa titled his head to look at where you pointed. "Is that a motorbike?"

"Interesting…" You began to nibble on your thumbnail. You only knew about getting the keys from the guardians, what was this tattoo thing about? "Do you know anything about these tattoos?"

Seonghwa rubbed the back of his neck. "You didn't come in with those?"

Was Yunho hinting towards something earlier? Did the demons not know anything beyond their jobs? What truly was this place?

You were halfway through your haul of keys. You only had three more to go but that didn't make you feel any more confident. You thought perhaps as you progressed, you would have a better understanding of this whole ordeal but as it turned out, you were getting more questions than answers. 

"Don't miss me while I'm gone, Seonghwa," You joked, "Maybe have some cookies when I come back. Chocolate chip is fine."

You left Seonghwa whining about getting his hands on freshly baked cookies and perused the sections that were left. A lilting song played by an instrument long forgotten poured from the section you had stopped at and your shoe sunk through a pile of sand. The sign above your head was made of stone and runes crossed over it. You blinked and the hieroglyphics quickly translated to the History Section. You had several times in history you loved but nothing came close to your obsession with Egypt. Maybe you'd be in luck and forge your own fate this time.

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[cosmo-watches-movies]

Wilde (1997)

Triggerwarning: Homophobia, Sex (in the movie, not depicted in this blogpost)

Plot: A part of Oscar Wilde’s life story.

Spoilers beyond this

Michael plays Robbie Ross, a good friend to Oscar Wilde and, delicately put, his first male lover.

Following are my incoherent thoughts as I was watching the movie: (some gifs for context, for the other parts watch the movie and you'll get it)

starting out chill with Oscar meeting his future wife

oh who might this dashing young fella be?

lol that didn’t work did it?

Nevermind it did work

I was so not prepared for this

This guy has a lot of thoughts in his head and none of them are holy

Bitch what

If someone looked at me like that I’d instantly fall for them too. Man brought his A-Game

Oh my god this is going too fast even for me and I’m just watching

Why would you give him lines like that?

(I refuse to clip the next part, I don't know who might read this)

What in the what I barely got into the movie, why would you do this to me

I have questions

I have so many emotions at once right now I actually feel a bit sick

I’m 16 Minutes in and my heart is breaking at the thought of where this might be going

Okay, I got used to the fact that I am actually watching a movie about gay men

Me watching a movie about a gay author: （☆ω☆ ）

Me when theres actual portayal of intimacy between men: （○ □ ○ ）

I swear I’m so normal about this.

Wtf Oscar why would you drop Robbie like that. I get that this was an affair, but like this? He picked that other guy up like an apple from a tree.

Watch Robbie take this like the king he is

Oscar met yet another guy (Bosie) and seems to fall in love with him and guy #2 litterally wants to khs and/or Bosie, while Robbie has only respect, acceptance and love to give.

lol taste of your own medicie, huh?

I hate Bosie

I love Robbie

Drama between Bosie and Wilde, which results in Oscar being sentenced to two years in prison

Oof that speech Oscar held in court tho, right in the feels

Robbie is an absolute treasure of a person. Get yourself a man like him. Don’t settle for less.

Wtf all this stress and heartbreak for Oscar and Bosie to break up after three months, the world is a cruel place

- End of incoherent thoughts-

That was heartbreaking in so many ways. The main story obviously is unbelievably tragic but we shall focus on other things. There are a lot of strong performances in this movie, the whole cast was quite good. You can strongly feel the love Robbie has for Oscar, he has this soft tone when he talks to or about him, he wants him to be happy even if it means that he himself wont be. He accepts that Oscar doesn’t love him the same way and still supports his friend under any circumstances. It's not just in the dialouge, it's also in the way Robbie talks to and looks at Oscar. He’s pure kindness, love and devotion.

He cares so much for him it's breaking my poor little heart :c

On a less serious note, my guy really went ahead and had his first on-screen kiss be a gay kiss!?! Fuckin hell! And he did so well! Icon, king, legend, right from the start!

Because there aren't enough gifs in this already, have some more little moments I enjoyed :3

✨Puppy dog eyes✨

Good save xD

Why would you hold it like that?

I don't even know why, just thought he looked dashing in this scene

Me too, Robbie, me too.

I probably could've written more, but that wouldn't do the movie and characters justice. Bosie's full brattiness alone is something I couldn't even capture in gifs. Kudos to Jude Law, he really made me hate that character. He's the exact opposite of Robbie. They had only two scenes together I think, but it's awesome to see their personalities clash.

I’d say you should check this movie out, especially if you’re lgbt+ yourself obviously. And then go ahead and read Oscar Wildes works, they're queer history and in general important literature anyone should know.

At the end of this I have learned that I, in fact, don’t hate love drama, I just like it if it's gay. And preferably has a certain actor in it.

[fetusharryluvr]

hii cud i request harry & yn painting each others nails while drinking & maybe playing never have I ever or truth&dare

like tooth rotting fluff

aaaa i love this idea sm, i hope you like it 🍓

“How many times ‘av we seen this film now?” Harry huffed, the sound sending a vibration through his body that you felt as you rested your head on his lap, staring aimlessly at the TV infront of you. “Swear I could quote it word-for-word at this point.”

You slowly turned your head up to face him with narrowed eyes, “Little Women is a pinnacle of modern cinema, Mr Styles.”

“You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause y’fancy Florence Pugh.”

“Heeey!” You whined, slapping him playfully on the chest. “I dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

The two of you originally had a table booked at a restaurant in central london, but due to a particularly bad rainstorm, you thought it was best not to risk going out. That lead to you and Harry sprawled out on the sofa, watching a selection of your favourite films. It also meant you finally opened the several bottles of champagne you had leftover from Christmas, so the two of you weren’t exactly sober.

You were unable to pull your eyes away from the screen when it came to the scene with Amy’s monologue about marriage. You felt yourself subconsciously mouthing along with the words.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Harry jolted up in his seat with a gasp, almost throwing you both off of the sofa, “Can you paint my nails?!”

“Shhh!” You hissed, resting your head on your chin, “Laurie’s ‘bout to tell her how beautiful she is!”

Harry hopped up from the couch, and kneeled down in between you and the TV so you could see him. He put on his best puppy dog eyes that he knew, despite your drunken states, you wouldn’t be able to resist. “Please, love. It’ll be so fun, and I can paint yours after!”

You rolled your eyes at the adorable man sat infront of you. How could you say no to a face like that? “Fine,” you huffed out, “But we’re finishing Little Women afterwards.”

In the next ten minutes, Harry had popped one of his Fleetwood Mac albums on the record player, and you were sat at the dining table, aggressively rifling through your shared collection of nail polishes. Harry had ordered you off the sofa because he knew the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up tomorrow morning with a hangover, only to find nail polish spilled all over it.

“What colour d’you want, babe?” You shouted out, and he came running into the kitchen not two seconds later.

“You pick f’me.” He tells you, plopping himself down in the seat beside you.

You dug out a red and an ivory white from the bag, deciding to attempt the heart nails that Harry had done many a time before. He stretched out his fingers, laying his hand flat for you. You were quick to get started with the base coat, concentration laced in your features. Harry gazed at your focused expression in adoration, your brows furrowed together, and your tongue slightly poking out the corner of your mouth.

The soft sound of Everywhere began to play through the room, prompting the tipsy brunette to sway in his seat and hum along. What was a heart five seconds ago, now looked like something out of a crime scene. “Harry!” You scolded, causing the poor man to jump, “Stop movin’, y’pillock, you’ve ruined it!”

“‘M sorry, lovie.” He frowned, “Y’know how much I love Christine McVie.”

You nodded your head, rushing to clean the polish off of his forefinger so you could repaint it. “I know, she’s a bloody legend, but m’heart’s a red splodge now.”

After nearly an hour of you and your boyfriend belting out every last word to Tango in the Night, Harry’s fingernails were now covered in beautiful little hearts. Though, not all of them were perfect due to the double vision the alcohol in your system had given you, but he loved them nonetheless.

You admired your work with a bright, giggly smile on your face. “Look at ‘em, they’re so cute.”

“D’you want me to do yours now?” Harry looked up at you.

You puckered your lips in thought, before an idea came into your head. You grinned at the dimpled man next to you, “Why don’t we play never have i ever with shots?” You gasped, causing him to do the same. Now, sober Y/N never would have thought of such an idea, but drunk Y/N was like a whole new person, and Harry was just as intoxicated.

“Never have I ever…” you paused as you tried to think, “Tried something kinky in bed.” Harry smirked as the two of you both took a quick shot, then squirmed at the burning taste. Putting the glasses back down on the table, the two of you knew exactly what the other was thinking.

“Handcuffs.” — “Pegging.” You simultaneously spoke, prompting you both to share a confused look.

“Never have I ever DMed Florence Pugh asking if she’d be m’friend.” Harry giggled, taking a shot anyway, despite having never done it.

Your jaw fell open in the most dramatic way possible at your overly giggly boyfriend. “Oi!” You pouted, “Y’bastard, she never replied.”

“Take the shot, then, babe.” Harry cockily urged in a sing-song voice, gesturing to the shot glass in your hand.

In a sulky manner, you did as you were told. Putting down the glass and picking up yet another, you pointed your forefinger at the musician, “Two can play at that game, Styles.” You warned. “Never have I ever got locked out of my house and climbed through next doors window by mistake.”

“Heeey!” Harry whined, clutching his chest.

You bursts out laughing at the memory, “Poor Mrs Benson was terrified, you almost gave her a heart attack!”

“Right, woman, you’re playing a dangerous game.” Harry shook his head. The two of you agreed you’d had quite enough of never have I ever, and sat back down at the table once you’d cleared up all the empty glasses. He picked up the bag of nail polish, grabbing out two colours, “Red or blue flowers, love?”

“Blue, please.”

[modelbus]

Hello! Do you think you'd be interested in doing part 2 of the Tommy x male reader and the destiny duck thing? i found it so funny and think it def deserves a part 2

I'd love to! I apologize for vanishing for a few weeks and for how short this is, school has been hectic with AP exams. Check out the first part :)

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Male!Reader

Childhood Friends to Lovers - Soulmate AU Part 2

After reuniting with Tommy, life only seems to keep going up. The two of you click in a way you've never had happen before, conversations flowing better than beer at a frat party. And this time, you had his number. He wouldn't be vanishing on you again.

You learn that he's actually some crazy popular streamer, which only pissed you off a little. Seriously, you could've done one internet search and found him! But no, you had to spend forever wondering if you'd ever see him again.

Although tentative at first, you had become a little more comfortable walking in on his streams if you were in the area. It was rare, but it was amusing to see Twitter become chaos afterward. You certainly didn't give a shit he was a streamer though, simply enjoying Tommy for, well, Tommy. In all his stupidly funny and very chaotic glory.

Tommy had dragged you into a lot of bad ideas already. At the campground after the two of you met, you were both gone for so long that his parents called the cops! That was only the start, too. From spontaneously deciding it'd be fun to swim at night to convincing you to learn how to jet-ski with him, the two of you did everything together.

So, really, you shouldn't be so surprised when he asks you to do a stream with him, but you are. Streaming was certainly a big part of his life, and you'd put his streams on in the background to support him, but that was it. Yet here you are, sitting in a chair in his office, streaming with him.

His office was a cozy place, truly reflecting his personality. You liked it, a lot. The only downside was that you two couldn't cause too much chaos.

"How did I meet him?" Tommy reads off one of his monitors. It's open on the chat, messages rolling in to replace old ones.

"Shit." You laugh. "It all goes back to one fucking campground."

"Yeah, it kind of does. Huh, that's so weird!" Tommy grins, then leans back. "Answer them!"

"What?"

"Are you just going to leave poor chat waiting? Tell them how we met!"

Oh, that asshole.

"Fine." You sigh. "It was a dark and dreary day in December-"

"That's not what happened!" He yells.

You roll your eyes, moving your chair a little closer to his microphone and computer screens.

"We met when we were really young at a campsite, but then lost each other for a long time." You sum up. "We were too dumb as kids to think about having our parents meet each other, so I only had a picture of us to remember him by."

"But!" Tommy jumps in. "We both went to the campsite again and found each other!"

"I wouldn't say we found each other. More like... got chased into each other."

"I'm still convinced those geese-duck birds were sent by mastermind assassins! Like, what are the fucking odds?" Tommy pauses to read the chat for a moment. "Geese?" He reads. "Yeah! These two geese chased us until we literally ran into each other! I thought they were going to fucking kill us!"

"It hasn't happened again, or I'd think we were cursed." You joke.

The little story sends chat flying, and you look away so as to not get a headache. How Tommy did this so often you had no idea, but it was certainly admirable.

"Hang on, what the hell are destiny geese?" He asks. "Soulmate geese? Which is it? Here, you google it."

Tommy pushes his keyboard and mouse toward you, and you take them. Honestly, you aren't even sure which monitor and which tab you're typing in until the search is already complete and he's stolen the mouse back.

"Hey! I was using that!" You protest.

"You snooze you fucking lose. Oh, it's some type of legend! Wilbur would know what this is, his lame ass."

"Old, lame, and somehow still a fucking nerd."

If there is one thing you can hop on, it's bullying Wilbur. You had met him quickly, and according to him you were "perfect for Tommy." Although you and Tommy had spent the hour before that taunting him about Hamilton, so he was clearly biased.

"So what I'm reading is that soulmate geese just chase two soulmates into each other?" You ask, reading the article he had pulled up.

"So what, we're soulmates or some shit?" Tommy wrinkles his nose.

"Absolutely not, no way I'm soulmates with a bitch like you."

"Oi! Says you, dickhead!"

You feign hurt, shoving him to the side, only for him to shove you back.

"Fight me, right here, right now, pussyhead!" He yells, standing up.

Similarly standing up, you raise your fists in front of you instead of adopting the weird crouching position he had going on. You mime throwing a punch and he dramatically collapses to the ground.

"I've been hurt! I've been killed! Abuse! Abuse!"

"And that is why I'm better." You say to the stream.

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What would the boy's reactions be to getting caught in the act?

Oooo fun ask is fun!! This is assuming that they get caught in their own space. Under the cut for hints at spice.

Twilight - This would be the whole blushing, stammering, cursing-under-your breath tornado of bedsheets as Twi and his partner are struggling to find their clothes and Twilight is already shouting profuse apologies. For having sex in his own bed. And someone walking in on them. The crimson shame in his cheeks is probably going to take 24 hours to fade completely.

Wild - There's a momentary gasp, a clutching at the sheets to cover his chest, and then a peal of nervous laughter. Wild would only really feel shame if he got caught in a public area of the house; if this was in his own bedroom, he'd just throw a pillow playfully and either ask his roommate to get lost or tease that they should join in.

Champion - He's out of that bed and at the door faster than anyone can blink, completely in the buff, and whoever knocked better protect their neck quick.

Warriors - There is no pause. There is barely any acknowledgment other than Warriors looking toward the door to see who stumbled in. He's not even going to wipe the starry-eyed look off of his face. He's going to keep fucking going, so either get lost or make the most of it.

Sky - Assuming he's with his Sunny, Sky is going to react much like Champion although far less in-your-face. His first priority is to cover his princess to protect her modesty, and then he's going to get into a livid shouting match with whoever just barged in on them, chasing them out into the hall with something wrapped around his waist.

Legend and Hyrule - Both of them are going to freeze stiff in the middle of the act and stare down whoever just opened the door. There's a split second of calculation -- Are they going to go away? Are they going to crack a joke? -- and if their intruder chooses violence, Hyrule's going to cover himself up to his hairline and Legend is going to launch into a tirade of expletives the likes of which haven't been strung together since the age of pirates. You bet your ass he's putting a hex on that person during the new moon.

Four - Catching him in a rare intimate moment isn't going to be good. Please, please don't do it. It takes a lot for Four to let down his walls enough to let Shadow someone in like that, and having their privacy interrupted is going to have him quietly clamming up for 36 hours at minimum. There will be a lot of avoiding eye contact for the rest of the day and any offered apologies will just kind of be waved away. Four's locking his door and setting something heavy in front of it for the next week.

Wind - He's not facing his door when he's caught in the (solo) act, and those big headphones mean that he's not really going to catch on too quick, either. He's going to double-take when the light in the room changes, and then his voice is going to break as he's screaming and throwing his headphones off and hurrying to cover back up. But you've probably already gotten an eye-full from the screens in the room. His string of curses rivals Legend's, and you can bet he's trading some rupees with said medium later that day in exchange for a hex or two. Legend talks him down to a protective ward instead.

Time - We've seen this, actually, in LMTCOY. Time's first instinct is to protect, covering his partner bodily as he sizes up whether this is a threat or just an honest mistake. He's not shy about his state of undress, and if he's going to get up to chew somebody out they'd better be ready to get an eyeful of everything. This is his room, this is their mistake, and when this man gets yelling he can strike to fear of the gods in to just about anyone.

Dark - Get ready for the money shot, babey. Dark loves having an audience.