#valorant arcade

[creampill]

here she is…. after an awaited interim…

🌟ARCADE 2.0 IS OUT!🌟

Despite being from the bleak dystopia of C-Earth, Arcade brings her sunny attitude and bright mind to every mission. With her custom radar at her disposal, she can give aid to her allies, or deter her enemies; there’s never an unfair fight when she’s around.

With a full design redux and some util and lore updates, here is the most current and correct Arcade design for your viewing pleasure!

Above is her VALORANT styled splash art, and below is her full turnaround reference!

And if you’d like more Arcade, here is her official document!

If you want to know anything else about her, check the #valorant arcade tag on my blog, or throw an ask my way!

(All official Arcade content was made by me unless stated otherwise. I am not associated with Riot in any way- this is just a fan agentsona :))

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"we're agents with the valorant protocol, and we're here to make you smile!!!" "and-slash-or kill you in cold blood." "oh yeah that too"

silicon and @creampillwrites 's arcade go on a very special mission.

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From @jayhoang-the-astral-idiot for @creampill :

Lani woke up bright and early and, after a little downtime, was eager to start her day. Christmas music gently floated to her door, but she didn’t pay it much attention. After all, she was focused on some… plans she had for the day.

She quickly went through her daily routine and ran to her room to grab her tablet. Opening her notes app, she was greeted with a marvelous sight: A list. But not just any list, this list was special, for on the top, in big, bold letters, it said:

CHRISTMAS PRANK LIST!!!

Lani had been planning this for a while. She vividly remembered the moment the thought came to her.

“What if I did a funny to all my friends on Christmas?”

She’d been scheming for weeks, thinking of the perfect ways to trick her friends, and patiently waiting for the day to arrive. And it was finally here. Her foot rapidly tapped against the floor, filled to the brim with energy. Now, where to start?

Oh! Her best bet would be Vexx! She knew he woke up ridiculously early, so she needed to get him done first before he sharpened up for the day.

Lani snuck over to Vexx’s brewery. Luckily, he gave her a spare key so the lock wasn’t an issue. She felt kinda bad using it to mess with him, but she knew he’d love it. Slowly shimmying open the door so as to not make any noise, she was greeted by the sight of…

Vexx, slumped over his desk, fast asleep.

“Percy…” Lani softly chided.

She quickly left to nab a blanket and draped it over his sleeping body before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Now that that was done, it was time to put her plan into motion!

Or… maybe not… her plan for Percy was to trick him into laying in bed for a while by telling him her bed felt weird and asking him to try it, but… she couldn’t exactly do that now, huh? Her backup plan was to just surprise him with a kiss, but that wouldn’t work either… Oh!

She silently left the room to grab a marker, and then snuck back inside, over to the cabinet where she knew Percy left his clean labware. She carefully grabbed a bunch of beakers and flasks, then got to work.

After a few minutes, her work was done. She had drawn big “:D” faces on all of the glassware she had grabbed and placed them all around Percy on his desk, and then drew another one on his face for good measure. He hadn’t woken up from the commotion, so either she had done a good job being sneaky or he was REALLY out of it. She wanted to believe it was the former, but she knew it was probably both. She needed to get him to bed earlier…

As a finishing touch, she quickly scribbled a note on a scrap of paper she found, saying “you need to take better care of yourself >:(“ and placed it in front of Percy. Now that she was done, it was time to move on to the next target!

Arcade quietly walked around HQ, trying to find her next target. She walked into the kitchen before diving back into the hallway the moment she saw Raze.

“Hehehe… Perfect!” Lani mumbled to herself, as Tayane walked around the kitchen, grabbing a bagel off of the counter. Her plan for Raze required her to be away from the workshop, and so if she was eating breakfast…

Lani tiptoed over to Raze’s workshop. Boomie, Raze’s Boom Bot, was rolling around on the workbench, before it noticed Lani and rolled off, making its way over to her. It tilted its body, a little “.w.?” appearing on its screen.

“Hi Boomie! I hope you don’t mind what I’m about to do…” Lani said, grabbing a can of spray paint off the table…

Raze was munching on a bagel with cream cheese in the kitchen when she heard a small beep come from the hallway. Was that… Boomie?

She walked over to inspect the noise.

The moment Raze stepped into the hallway, her brain registered 3 things:

Boomie was, indeed, in the hallway, beeping proudly.

Boomie was outside of the workshop.

Boomie was absolutely covered in paint.

Now, that last one shouldn’t’ve really surprised her, except for the fact that the thick coat of paint was completely and utterly pink, except for a liiiitle white rabbit symbol on the top.

Raze bent over to pick up Boomie and inspect it, when she suddenly realized her error. The paint might have been dry enough to not leave a trail, but it was still wet, and it had gotten all over her hands. Rookie mistake, really.

She shook her head in playful disapproval. “Ay, Arcade…” Boomie let out a happy chirp in response, and they went off to the workshop to get cleaned up.

Lani, who was hiding around a corner, snickered to herself before pumping her fist in celebration. Onto the next target!

She scanned through her list of pranks. This next one would be a tough one… considering it was a prank on Sova. She would have to be extra sneaky, after all, even without his tech, Sova’s perceptive. But Lani knew she would prevail, no matter what!

A glance at her phone told her it was 7:30. If she remembered correctly, Sasha would be in the firing range at this time. Exactly what she needed.

A few gentle steps into the firing range proved that Arcade didn’t need to be as careful as she thought she would. Sova was completely focused on firing arrows at his targets, and didn’t even notice when Lani accidently bumped into a bench and swore louder than she intended to. Well, Lani could’ve sworn he paused for a moment, but he went back to shooting. It was probably just her being overly cautious.

Despite the misstep, Lani continued onwards, eventually making her way over to her goal: Sova’s spare quiver. She knew that eventually, Sova would exhaust his supply and grab his extra arrows, like he always did. And she was going to take advantage of that.

She grabbed a handful of arrows and tucked them into a bag she’d brought along for her plan. Not all of them, mind you, only about 6 of them from the 16 in the quiver. Then, she replaced them with a few… phonies that she had made a few days earlier. Convincing ones, if she did say so herself. The major difference? The fake arrows had suction cups for tips. They probably wouldn’t get shot, but Lani was looking forward to seeing Sova’s bewildered reaction to the suction cup arrows. Or, best case scenario, he could start off with the real arrows Lani left in the quiver, get into the zone, and then actually fire off a suction cup arrow after not noticing it because he was too focused. That would be great.

Lani snuck away, hiding just outside the door to the range to see the fruits of her labor. Sova was smiling to himself as he shot down every target, then, as predicted, ran out of arrows.

Sova walked over and grabbed his spare quiver, not noticing anything being out of place. He nabbed a few real arrows and started firing them off. Things were looking good… Lani leaned a little closer in through the door, eagerly tapping her foot.

Sova grabbed another arrow and pulled it out of his quiver. It had a round suction cup attached to the tip. Yes… C’mon… Lani couldn’t handle the anticipation.

Suddenly, however, Sova whipped around and fired the suction arrow at the door. It flew through the air and landed with a thwack at Lani’s feet. She yelped, jumping back in surprise.

“Hahaha, ah, Arcade, my friend,” Sova laughed, wiping a tear from his real eye. “Did you really think I would not see you?”

Lani shook her head, grabbing the arrow off the floor. “I didn’t. What gave me away? I did it perfectly!”

Sova chuckled. “Almost perfectly. I almost didn’t notice you. However, you made one mistake: When you bumped into that bench, you activated my Owl Drone, which is right-” he pointed at the wall above the door, prompting Lani to lean in to take a look. “-there. You see?”

Lani did, in fact, see. There, perched a fair height above the door, was Sova’s drone. Damn.

“I saw everything once it had activated. It was a good effort, though!”

Lani sighed, before smirking. “Well, you didn’t see this!”

Sova raised an eyebrow, but before he could react, Lani took the suction arrow she had retrieved from the floor and gently pressed it on his forehead. It stuck with a satisfying thwick.

He blinked once, twice, and then let out a hearty laugh. “Ah, good one Arcade.” He pulled the arrow off his face and stowed it in his quiver. “Now, let us get things back to where they’re supposed to be.”

They returned each other's arrows, Sova giving Lani her trick arrows and her giving back the real arrows. They waved goodbye, and Lani left to continue her pranking spree, which would hopefully go more like her prank on Raze than her one on Sova.

She kept on pranking her friends all morning. Killjoy’s reaction when she went to grab her wrench and squeaked a rubber chicken was hilarious, and Brimstone looked ridiculous when he walked out of his room wearing a pink baseball cap that said “Women Fear Me Fish Want Me” instead of his beret.

Eventually, though, the VP had wised up to Lani’s antics. She knew when to fold ‘em, so she put away her plans and walked into the common room with her head held high. What she wasn’t expecting though, was the tripwire a certain someone (it was hard to tell with his face covered by both his mask and the Spiderman mask Lani put on him, but Cypher was smiling) had placed in the doorframe.

She tripped and fell face-first onto the conveniently placed cushions on the floor. “Oww…”

“Got you back,” Lani heard Cypher say. She heard light giggling from a few others in the room, and assumed all the people she tricked had gathered to pull their own prank on her.

“Haha, very funny,” she muttered, but she couldn’t stop herself from laughing for real, especially once she pushed herself up and saw everyone’s faces. They all laughed together, and once everyone had calmed down, Lani beamed, glad to have friends like these.

Now, what to do next year…

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@creampillwrites HAPPY SECRET SANTAAAAAA

[flwrkisses]

boyfriend! heeseung.

doing these at random and actually having lots of fun writing them! — remember that leaving a like or a reblog shows me you're enjoying the content!

genre: fluff, established relationship. idol! heeseung x reader.

warnings: mentions of arguments, skinship and affections such as kissing.

❀˖° heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo jungwon ni-ki ..

- if heeseung likes someone he might be a little shy at first but once he gets to truly know you and get comfortable he grows so much more bold. so he starts taking his chances and shooting his shot, not really hiding that he likes you, hell he wants everyone to know he likes you.

- your first date was probably to a gotcha arcade where he could win you different things and show off a little. he thought it was the perfect first date because you could go home with plushies and other fun prizes and remember not only him but the fun time you had together. he was always thinking 3 steps ahead.

- because that date went so well, he ended up asking you out fairly quickly. which was kinda expected considering how many times he had begged you to go out with him before.

- personal space is nonexistent in this relationship, heeseung loves to be all over you all the time.

- he memories your favorite perfumes, soaps, creams, shampoo and conditioner because he had just fallen in love with your soft scent so much so that he continues buying you the same scents once he realizes you're running low.

- late night ramyeon dates, where you wear one of his extremely oversized hoodies and walk with him to the convenience store, sit and eat your ramyeon and gimbap and talk the night away.

- literally always flirting, heeseung lives to make you blush and all flustered. he can't help but chuckle each time you get shy when he flirts with you shamelessly.

- mornings are always lazy, especially when both of you can sleep in. there is not waking that man up.

- he's so jealous and possessive, like another man looks at you the wrong way it would get him off. his anger is never directed towards you though. he keeps telling you that you can wear whatever you want because he can fight.

- additionally with not caring how you dress or go out, he will protect you buy standing behind you if you're wearing shorts or a short skirt and you need to bend down, just so he can cover you with his body from anyone walking past.

- the above also goes for when you're sitting down, he would use his arm to cover your legs a bit, or he'd throw a blanket over your legs to make sure you're comfortable.

- kissing is always passionate, usually with giggles in between and smiles. it can never be just one peck, he always asks for more. he just can't get enough of you.

- expect his phone to be full of your pictures, so many of you off guard, candid, and just the selfies you've spammed onto his phone that he can't bring himself to delete.

- get ready for long gaming dates that could start off with you guys playing simple games like mario kart or mario party only to end up switching to much harder co-op games like overwatch or valorant.

- he loves to pull you onto his lap while he plays games, and press kisses onto your skin as you scroll through your phone. sometimes he even mutes his mic to talk to you for a while.

- one thing he will do is tease you if you're bad at the game, but he would also use the excuse of having to "teach" you how to play so he can pull you close.

- believe it or not, as much as he loves his games he loves you more. so the second he notices you getting a teeny bit annoyed over him focusing more on his game rather than you, he ends the match and turns off the game for you.

- when you guys play games together and win he says that he wins because he has the best duo partner in the world. you.

- he is always shamelessly checking you out. no matter what you're wearing or what you're doing.

- heeseung also finds so much comfort in you so when he's nervous, shy, anxious, scared he looks for you. if you're shorter than him he'd bend and curl into your body so you can hold him when he's feeling this way.

- when he calls you, he wants to talk for hours and when you finally tell him you have to go and hang up, he would beg you to stay 5 more minutes.

- in heeseung's eyes arguments and disagreements are natural and unavoidable at times. he listens to your side usually with his head hung low regardless of whos at fault or what the argument is about and would need some time to collect his thoughts and voice them.

- he hates going to bed angry or upset so he would probably stay up resolving the issue until you both are okay again and wrapped in each other's arms.

- your hair will always be played with regardless of length or texture. his hands are always in your hair, he mindlessly plays with it when you cuddle. its just his thing.

- on his phone he probably has your name as "mine ❤️" or something like that. but he would get so embarrassed when you see the contact name he has for you. it's cheesy but sweet.

- sometimes when you ask him too, he'll sing softly while you guys are about to drift off to sleep.

- he would even let you wash his face some nights after work when he's like super tired but most times he can't help himself from trying to steal a kiss from you with a soapy face.

- no matter what it is you want to do he's there supporting you 100 percent. he's your biggest support no matter what and he lets you know all the time that he's there for you.

- if you ever reject one of his kisses he would literally chase you around until you gave him a kiss. mans would not let you go free until he got what he wanted.

- sometimes he gets cocky and sits you down after he noticed you had a long day and tells you that you never have to work if you don't want to because he would work on supporting you. yeah, he's THAT in love.

- he loves singing your favorite songs to you at all times, especially when you're laying your head on his lap and he's playing with your hair.

-over all heeseung's just an overall he's a sweet, sometimes cocky and annoying boyfriend who loves getting a rise out of you.

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blue butterflies

pairing: jackson! joel miller x reader

cws/tags: 1st person pov joel, angst, discussions of sex trafficking/sexual assault, death, mild smut, au where nothing bad happens between ellie and joel, author has not played tlou 2 yet (donate to kofi lmao), guns, alcohol consumption, light enemies to lovers, cordyceps works different in this one (more predictable and slower-acting)

summary: joel's letter to reader

a/n: i watched the beginning of tlou (joel playing guitar) and it made me cry so hard. so, this is inspired by that, but also i listened to funeral by arcade fire and for emma, forever ago by bon iver while writing this. neighborhood #4 (7 kettles) by arcade fire makes me cry so hard.

wc: 5.7k

taglist: @gothcsz @harriedandharassed @withonly-sweetheart

thank you to @jennaispunk for beta reading/proofreading !

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I thought therapy was a bunch of bullshit - a scam at worst, a waste of my time at best. But, since you left us, Tommy’s been making me go. He keeps saying, ‘it’s what she would’ve wanted’, and I think it is. But, that doesn’t mean I like it. 

My therapist told me if I’m not gonna talk to her about my past, I should at least talk to someone. I told her I’d talk to you, if you were here. She told me it was a good idea, that I should write it out in a letter. She told me I could write to you, or to Sarah, but I figured I’d better write to you ‘cause there’s some things a daughter shouldn’t hear about her dad. Even - especially - the most fun times he’s had. I’ll get to those later. 

Did you know I hated you when we first met? I never told you, but I think you knew. I thought you were a self-important, entitled bitch who acted like she’d been through hell when I knew she hadn’t because of how well-adjusted she seemed. I thought you had some sort of unearned valor. I know that’s not the right way to put it. I think the word I’m looking for is ‘respect’. Tommy, Maria, even Ellie were so quick to respect you when I had to earn it. 

“The reason people don’t like you is because you’re an asshole,” you told me. “You’re fucking scary when you’re mad, too.”

“What’s that saying? It’s better to be feared than to be loved?”

“That’s what Machiavelli said, but that doesn’t mean he’s right.”

I think he was wrong. I was jealous of how much everyone loved you, and they didn’t love me because they feared me. You were so fucking right, and that was one of the things that I hated most about you. 

I used to think about how young you were in comparison to an old man like me, how you were only a little younger than Sarah would’ve been, and how stupid I would’ve felt if Sarah was always outsmarting me. Until I remembered all the times that Sarah did just that, and how much I loved her for it, rather than in spite of it. (Note to self: tell Sarah this in your letter to her). 

That’s not to say I loved you, not yet. I did love you, but I realized that a little later. I had to learn to like you first. 

Do you remember our first day out on patrol together? I begged Tommy to change my schedule. I would rather have spent my time with anyone else in the community -- Hell, I would’ve asked Tommy to give you a day off if it’d get me out of having to work alongside you. 

You overheard me talking to Tommy, and said to me, “You could at least wait until I’m out of earshot to bitch about me, you know?”

“I know,” I said. 

And we didn’t talk for almost the whole shift. Well, I didn’t talk, but you kept on talking, almost like you were talking to yourself. You didn’t even care that I was ignoring you. 

“It’s okay. I don’t like people either.”

“Who says I don’t like people?”

“Your face, your voice, basically your whole demeanor.”

You were so honest, and you had every right to be. It shut me right back up again. I don’t know if that’s what you wanted. Maybe you thought provoking me would make me talk, but I’m a stubborn, old asshole. I don’t think you need me to tell you that.  

“What did I do to piss you off?” You asked, after I gave you what you viewed as the silent treatment, and what I saw as peace and quiet. 

“Nothing. I just think you’re a little bit... egotistical.”

“So are you. You think you know everything.”

“No, but I know more than you. You haven’t got half the experience I have, and believe me, kid, you don’t want it.”

“You’re so melodramatic. And for what? Has the brooding bad boy behavior gotten you laid yet?”

For your information, yes, it had absolutely gotten me laid.  

But before I could tell you that, you stopped me, looked me dead in the eye, and said, “and by the way, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Tell me, then.”

“Tell you what?”

“About all the horrors you’ve experienced. If I’m so wrong, then prove it.” I challenged you because I thought you wouldn’t be able to come up with anything. I wouldn’t have said that if I’d known what I do now. 

You were so angry that you laughed at me. “Fuck you. You don’t deserve to know shit about me.”

A couple weeks later we knew each other’s whole life stories. I told you more than I’ve ever told anyone else, more than I think I ever will tell anyone else. It started when we got lost in the woods together. We were arguing as usual, and we only got ourselves even more lost. The sun was starting to go down, and I could see it in your eyes - you were getting scared. Maybe, for a second, I took some sort of satisfaction in knowing that you were the one who couldn’t handle it, but I’m still human - it feels a little cruel saying that now - so I wasn’t gonna let you suffer. 

“It’s not gonna do us any good to keep arguing, so can we agree to drop it?”

“Truce,” you said, holding out your hand, and when I shook it, you added, “but let it be known that you surrendered.”

“Don’t push it. You know if we stay out here long enough that we have to resort to eating each other’s flesh, you’re gonna be my dinner, not the other way around.”

“I hope I taste good.” 

You did, baby. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. 

I think we had our first date that night. Sort of. It was late when we got back. Most people were asleep, and the bar was closed, but you had the key. 

“Tommy gave you a spare key?”

“Uh-huh. I assumed you had one too, but I guess I’m the favorite.”

“You’re prettier than me. Of course, you are.” 

I still can’t believe I said that -- I wasn’t even drinking yet. I can be a real idiot when I’m talking to a beautiful woman. 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You looked very pretty when you bothered to wash your hair last week.”

“I wash my hair, okay? Sorry I’m old and don’t wake up looking like a supermodel.”

“Who does?”

“I know you want me to say ‘you’, but I’m not taking the bait.”

“That’s okay. I know you’re thinking it, and that’s what matters.”

I was thinking much more than that, darling. 

You walked behind the counter, and asked me, “what do you drink?”, and I think that was the moment I knew I liked you. You could’ve --should’ve -- told me to fuck off. You had other friends (not that we were quite ‘friends’), but you chose me that night. I was a real fixer-upper of a companion, but maybe you liked a challenge. 

“Whiskey. Neat.”

You gave me that look -- that fuckin’ look -- that raised eyebrow and a tiny smirk. And it made me feel like a teenager caught staring at his crush. 

“Please and thank you," I added. 

You got up on the stool behind the bar, grabbed the bottle on the top shelf, and said, “you deserve it.”

“No, I don’t,” I said. “But I’ll take it.”

You sat beside me, and sipped your whiskey. (And you looked pretty hot doing it.) After a good minute of silence you said, “thank you for not killing me and eating me in the woods.”

“I’d get pretty goddamn bored if I didn’t have you yapping in my ear constantly.”

“I thought you hated it.”

“Only sometimes.”

“Then, why don’t you ever talk to me?”

“I’m talking to you right now.”

“Barely.”

So, I turned to you, put my elbow on the counter, laid my head in my hand, and gave you the same face you were giving me. I tried to pretend I was mocking you, but I think you knew I was trying to practice being more likable, being more like you. 

“Tell me something,” you said.

“What do you want me to tell you?”

“Tell me about you.”

“My name is Joel Miller-”

“We’re not at AA.”

“You’re goddamn right we’re not. This would be the shittiest AA meeting ever.”

“Okay, okay. How about you tell me when your birthday is?”

“September 26th, 1981.”

“So, you’re a Libra.”

“Oh c’mon, tell me you’re not into that shit. I was finally starting to tolerate you.”

“I’m a Cancer.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Cancer like the crab, not like the disease!”

“Mm-hmm. I’m sure you’re familiar with crabs as well.”

I got a laugh and a smack on the arm in return, and the laugh was worth the smack. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know you can’t help being an asshole, so at least you’re making me laugh.”

I didn’t realize your hand was still on my arm until you asked me, “What’d you do before this? You’ve got nice arm muscles.”

“I worked in construction, I was a contractor.”

“Like a carpenter?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s what Jesus was. I bet he had good arm muscles.”

“I don’t think that’s his most notable feature, but sure, why not?”

Despite the fact that we were talking all things Jesus, you were feeling me up. And you weren’t subtle about it at all. 

“Do you wanna play darts?” you asked, breaking the tension.

“Okay.”

You walked up to the dartboard all confident, and I expected an instant bullseye. You’d only had one drink and you were focusing so hard, practicing the swing of your arm like a golfer would. The first shot missed the board entirely.

And that’s when I learned you were awful at darts. 

“You’re terrible at this.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Then, why’d you ask me to play?”

“For fun. Plus, how else am I gonna get better?”

You weren’t even close to the bullseye. You weren’t even hitting the board at all half the time. Over the next couple of years, you got better, not a lot better -- I still won every game we ever played -- but you got closer. But, close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, as they say. It probably counts in terms of people too -- I like to think our closeness counted for something, even if it couldn't last forever.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty," I said.

“You’re lucky you’re good at darts," you fired back.

“Is that an insult? Because I’m holding a sharp object and I’ve got good aim.” And with that, I threw the final dart, hit the bullseye, and won. “What do I get?”

“For what?”

“Winning.”

“You get to keep your pride.”

I was happy with that, but you turned back to me, stepped closer and whispered, “and this,” before you kissed me. 

I don’t know which one of us was more nervous. All I knew was that I liked you a lot more when you were quiet. All I heard from you was a little gasp when I lifted you onto the counter so I could keep kissing you without having to lean down and hurt my back ‘cause I’m an old man. I really thought my brooding bad boy look was gonna get me laid again that night, but you stopped me before I could get your top off. 

“Uh-uh,” you said. “You’re gonna have to do more than beat me at darts if you want more than a kiss.”

“Fair enough. What’s your price?”

“I’m not a hooker.”

I didn’t understand why you looked so upset until that day by the water when you told me. I’m sorry I said that, I really am.

“Sorry. What I should’ve said is, ‘Can I take you to dinner on Friday?��”

You gave me a nonchalant ‘sure’, and I assumed you’d keep it hush-hush, but you bragged about getting asked out. Why would you brag about me? That's something I still don't understand.

The next day, I went and asked Tommy for advice because I hadn’t dated in a long time, and he’s more of the romantic type. I thought our dinner date would be news to him, but you’d already told him. 

“Yeah, I know. She came in here asking for advice too actually.” 

He’s got a bigger mouth than you do. That’s why you two got along so well -- you were like those little old ladies gossiping at the hair salon. 

“What’d she say?”

“I’m sworn to secrecy.”

But Tommy always had a certain loyalty to you. He keeps your secrets to this day -- some of ‘em. 

“Give me some advice, please.”

“You were married once. You won a woman’s heart. Just do what you did back then.”

“I think you’re forgetting the fact that my marriage ended in divorce.”

“Just be yourself.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“Yeah, it is. How about smiling for once?”

I tried, but I’d almost forgotten how to over the years. 

Tommy feigned disgust and said, “I take it back. Keep your usual pissed-off look.”

You taught me how to smile again. I don’t know that you meant to do it, but you did. Tommy says he knows when I’m thinking about you because of the way I smile. 

When I came over to pick you up for dinner, you opened the door wearing a bathrobe with your hair in curlers. I guess I was looking at you funny because you made sure to tell me, “Don’t worry, I’m not wearing this out. Go sit in the living room.”

“I’m not worried. You look beautiful already.”

“I do not. I look like my grandmother.”

“I imagine she must’ve been a hot commodity then.”

“She was actually -- or at least, that’s the story she used to tell us. She was Prom Queen and all that jazz.”

You could talk for hours, about anything. I could say one word and you could give me a tangentially related 20 minute long monologue. You were a good storyteller. I don’t think I ever told you this, but I used to think about how you’d be great at making up stories for our kids one day -- if we ever had them. I know I told you I didn’t want to have any, but that’s one of the few lies I told you. I was too scared to imagine that kind of a future with you. 

I had you in the present, and that’s what I cared about. I don’t remember what you wore that night because I spent most of our date looking at your face, trying to memorize every dimple, freckle or scar I could see. All the details.

I’m sure your dress fit perfectly, but what I cared about was how your hand felt when I took it in mine as we walked to the restaurant -- it felt right, more so with our fingers intertwined on the way home. 

It was one of the longest dinner dates in my not-so-long history of dating as it took you quite a while to finish your meal because you don’t talk with your mouth full (usually). I think our waitress was mad that we were there for so long. They were cleaning up by the time you were done eating. 

I don’t remember all the things you said. Even if I did, I don’t have enough paper to write it all down. But I do remember when you asked me, “Can I tell you a secret?” 

“Sure.” 

“This is my first date.”

I would’ve been less surprised if you’d told me you’d killed someone.

“Mine too,” I said. 

“Liar! Tommy said you were married... before all of this.”

“Does Tommy tell you everything about me?”

“No. He wouldn’t tell me when your birthday was. That’s why I asked you.”

“That’s ‘cause he forgot it.”

Really, I wanted to know if he told you about Sarah, or if I’d have to do it myself. Both. As it turned out, he told you before we ever really met. I told you by the river, but that came later. 

When I walked you home, we lingered by your door, and when I leaned in to kiss you goodnight, you turned your head, and I should’ve realized how special you were to me ‘cause I felt my heart sink. But, you asked me to come inside. You were always shy about kissing in public, but not on your living room couch. 

When we were inside, you let me take off your dress, but only after I agreed to take off my shirt. 

“Jesus,” you said when you watched me undress. 

“We talked enough about Jesus last time. It’s about you and me now, baby.”

I learned to be a gentleman growing up in Texas, that wining and dining a lady includes putting her first in the bedroom too. But you called the shots -- that night and all of the others we had together. You got down on your knees and gave me the most irresistible face. It was embarrassing how quickly I came. It’s still embarrassing, and you’re not even here to tease me about it anymore. I thought I’d get the chance to prove myself to you that night, but you stopped me. I remembered what you said, ‘this is my first date’, and I assumed you were a virgin. 

It was about a week later when I was trying to teach you how to skip rocks in the river that I asked you if you were one. 

“It’s not a big deal if you are -- not to me, I mean. I just figured maybe because you said that was your first date.”

“It’s kind of a long story, so take a seat if you want the answer.”

I don’t know what I expected you to say, but I already felt like I’d fucked up by asking. I didn’t want to make this mess I’d gotten myself into worse than it already was, so I sat next to you and waited for you to speak. 

“It’s not actually a long story, I guess. Just a sad one.”

It was the first sad story you told me, and you told me more stories than I’d ever been told by anyone else at this point. It was impressive how many happy ones you held onto, especially after everything that you told me that day. 

You didn’t look at me while you spoke. You mumbled and picked at the grass beneath you. Like a child. 

“I’m not a virgin, but I wasn’t lying when I said that was my first date. There’s just some stuff that you don’t know about me... ‘cause I didn’t want you to know these things about me. But it’s not like I was ever gonna get away with not telling you. It’s better that it happens now anyway.”

You started to cry, so I put my hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged it off. I was so used to the one doing the pushing away that being pushed away was jarring. 

“Before I came to Jackson, I used to do things for money. Those sorts of things. It’s not like I wanted to, ‘cause I’m not like that, you know.”

You explained how you’d lost both your parents by the time you were 16 and didn’t have any siblings, so you ended up with whatever friends you could find. Some of the few good people that were left. 

“There was a group of men who killed my friends just to loot their pockets, but they realized that it’d be more profitable to keep me alive.”

“So they forced you to...”

“Have sex for supplies, yeah. One of them was my first time, I guess. They did that stuff for a while, but once I’d been with a decent amount of men, they decided I was too ‘used up’ or something to be worth having sex with. I can’t decide if that made me feel better or worse. On the one hand, I didn’t have to have sex with them anymore, but I was also too gross to be wanted.”

“’Used up’ is bullshit. Back when the world was a little more civilized, those bastards could’ve gone to jail.”

“They’re dead.”

“Did you kill ‘em?”

“No, but I thought about it all the time. I remember thinking about strangling a man once. He was alone, so no one would’ve seen me do it, and the guys could’ve taken all of his shit too. They probably would’ve been happy if I had. I think that’s why I didn’t.”

“If you didn’t kill them, then how did they die?”

It probably wasn’t appropriate for me to pry, but the sadistic part of me needed to know that they got what was coming for them. I needed to know there was some justice left in this world. 

“They wanted food from some guy who’d gone hunting and they tried to sell me to him, but he said ‘no’. He looked so offended that I thought I was pissed off ‘cause they’d given him a bad deal... but he shot the one standing in front of him. Then, he yelled at me to turn around and I was sure I was gonna die, but I heard him walk into the other room, another shot, and when the third walked in from outside, another shot. He walked over to me, and I started crying and begging him not to kill me. He told me he wasn’t going to, but he made me close my eyes while he led me out of the house.”

“’Cause he didn’t want you to see the bodies.”

“Yeah... and I still thought he was going to kill me, even when he took me with him on his horse, and said he was taking me back to some place called ‘Jackson’.” 

I don’t know if I would say you got a happy ending, at least, not the one you deserved, but I saw a hint of a smile when you mentioned Jackson. And you didn’t have to tell me who the man was -- I know him well. 

“Tommy,” I said, confident in my guess.

“Yeah.”

After I dropped you off at home, I went by his place and thanked him. And then I went home and cried. For the first time in a decade.

“You know it doesn’t change how I feel about you, right?”

“How do you feel about me?”

“I like you… most of the time.” 

What I meant was, I love you. I just didn’t know it yet. 

“I guess I owe you a story too, then.”

“You don’t owe me anything... but you can tell me whatever you want.”

I think part of me wanted to tell you, or at least, part of me wanted you to know. “I had a daughter.”

“I know.”

I should’ve known, considering how close you and Tommy were.

“Tommy told you, didn’t he?”

“To be fair to him, he told me he had a niece.”

“Yeah, he did. She’d be a little older than you. It’s crazy to think that she’d be in her 30s when the last time I saw her she was 13.”

“I know saying ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t really do anything, but I’m still sorry”

“In a way, I’m glad she doesn’t have to see all these things. All the infected. She died before we ever had to go to a QZ.”

When you told me about the first QZ you lived in as a kid, it confirmed that for me. It pained me to hear about you watching your dad get bitten and leaving him behind, saying goodbye without knowing he was dying -- in one way or another. 

You told me later about how the only person you’d ever killed was your own mother, how she used to sell herself like you did, how you missed the first shot and you saw how scared she was to die. I think you had it worse than I did. 

“I think she was mostly scared because she knew I couldn’t do shit with a gun, and that I’d end up surviving the way that she did... and she was right.”

“Neither of you deserved it, and I bet she’d be proud of you now.”

“Why?”

“’Cause I’m proud of you.”

You cried, but you finally let me hold you. You cried so long that I thought you’d never stop. 

Do you remember your last day? I told you I wanted to be with you until the end, but you reminded me about your mother. You told me that even if a shot to the head had to be the way you went out, I wasn’t going to be there to give it to you. We had two choices: either wait until that day came or let you go before then. I said I wanted to go with you. I wanted to ask Tommy to give me the same cocktail he was gonna cook up for you. You said no. It was your last wish that I stayed. 

“I don’t wanna live without you.”

“I don’t wanna die, but I don’t get to choose. If I could live longer, I would. But just because I’m dying doesn’t mean you get to leave everyone else behind.”

Yeah, you brought Ellie into it. I wanted to tell you not to bring her up. I’m glad you did because as much as it hurt to think about her watching me die the way that I watched you die, it made me stay. I’m glad I stayed. Things are okay, but our last day is still my favorite day. 

We got up early and watched the sunrise, and I told you I loved you for the first time.

“I know,” you said with a smile on your face. 

“How?” 

You just lifted your coffee cup. When you moved in -- something I didn’t realize was happening ‘till it had already happened -- I started making coffee every morning before you woke up, and I started buying that French Vanilla bullshit creamer. I hated it. It was so sweet it made me nauseous. I could’ve gone and bought my own, but I’m still stubborn, I’m still a cheapskate, I’m still me -- even without you (which is something I thought I’d never be able to say). But that wasn’t why I started taking my coffee the same way you took yours.

It was one day when you’d already left for work but my shift didn’t start until later. I hadn’t slept at all the night before -- and not for any good reason, not for more time with you -- so I was tired when I woke up. I made myself some coffee, but I wasn’t even thinking straight, so I hadn’t noticed that I had put that creamer in my mug until I tasted it. But I wasn’t disgusted. I thought maybe you’d left yours behind and I’d absent-mindedly picked the wrong one up off the counter -- I very well could’ve gotten caught up in putting the toaster on the right settings (that’s something we could never agree on) -- but when I looked down, it was my mug. Yours was dirty in the sink. You were gone for the day. I was stupid to think otherwise. I was fantasizing. That was new. 

So, just as I am right now, I take my morning coffee like you took yours. It tastes like you, like you kissing me. 

I waited anxiously for you to say you loved me too. 

“Are you not gonna say it back? Do you not-- do you feel the same?”

“What do you think?”

“I hope so.”

You gestured for me to come closer so you could whisper in my ear and I thought maybe you’d give me a wet willy. But you said, “Joel Miller, I have loved you for a long time.”

I didn’t say anything. I don’t think I’ve ever been very good with words -- talking was your thing. I grabbed your hand and squeezed. We went out onto the porch and sat in silence. I wonder what you were thinking about. 

“Will you sing me something?”

You know I don’t take requests, and you know I don’t like an audience, no matter how small that audience is. 

No one would refuse the wish of a dying woman, but I couldn’t refuse you even if I knew you’d be there tomorrow and every day after. I only protest because you look cute when you beg. Not in that way -- you look hot when you beg like that. 

“What song do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

I sang Peaceful Easy Feeling because, as much as a part of me felt a sense of urgency, knowing our time was running out, most of me was just thinking about you, and I love you. Simple as that. 

You gave me a standing ovation just to see me blush. 

We all planned something special for your last dinner. I know you like simple things, so I tried to make it as simple as I could while still making it special for you. Maybe it was selfish to make it a night to remember when I’m the one who gets to remember it. 

Tommy and Maria were chef and sous-chef (you can guess who was who in that scenario), and Ellie was the waitress. 

“What are your specials tonight?” you asked. 

“We have either the steak and baked potato or the steak without the baked potato.”

“In that case, I’d like it with the baked potato.”

We probably lit a hundred candles to fill the room with enough light to see each other -- we had time while you were getting ready, since you’re a bit of a slowpoke. We picked flowers from the garden and put them in an empty wine bottle because we couldn’t find a vase, and conjured up a decent tablecloth. We had ice cream sundaes for dessert -- or at least, you did. You know what I had for dessert. 

“How about you, sir, would you like anything for dessert?” Ellie asked. 

“No, I think I’ll be having dessert when we get home.” I tried to subtly wink at you. 

“Ew! That’s disgusting. I don’t wanna hear about your sex life.”

“You’re the one assuming I was talking about sex. How do you know I don’t have a tub of ice cream waiting for me in the freezer at home?”

There was ice cream in the freezer, but the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted was between your legs. The moment we got home I picked you up bridal style and carried you up to our bedroom. 

“Baby, I know how long you spent getting ready, and I’m sorry to do this to you, but this needs to come off,” I said before I yanked down the zipper of your dress. You laughed as I ripped off your clothes. 

You gently undid my tie and when I watched you fumble with the buttons on my shirt, I said, “Just rip it, baby.”

“I don’t wanna ruin your clothes.”

“I don’t want you to worry about me or my clothes tonight. I want you to have me however you want me.”

“You’ll do whatever I want?”

“Within reason.”

“How do you feel about roleplay?”

“I suppose it depends -- what are the roles?”

“Husband and wife.”

“As long as I can be the husband.”

And then you kissed me -- with your typical tenderness but a new level of dedication. Slow and passionate, showing me what our lives could’ve been like. 

“I’m an impatient husband, and I want my beautiful wife to lie down because I think I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t get to taste her.”

My mouth is useless when it comes to talking, but we both know I have other uses for it. I tried to go slowly, but I couldn't help myself. I swear your pussy was so perfect it made me reconsider my views on God. Though, I don’t think I am a man deserving of an angel. I think I just got lucky. 

That night I couldn’t care less about how loud you were. “Joel- fuck- you’re gonna have to slow down, or, or, put your hand over my mouth ‘cause - oh!”

“’Cause you don’t want anyone to hear? What’s the problem with them hearing, darlin’? Married couples make love all the time, it’s what we’re supposed to do.”

Without a condom, too. We weren’t worried about you getting pregnant, so we went out with the best bang of ‘em all. I think the last time I’d done it like that was when Sarah was conceived, and based on how easy that was, I was always cautious. 

Husband and wife roleplay wasn’t very different from the sex we typically had. I guess we were really only a piece of paper and wedding bands away from being those ‘characters’. 

Earlier that day, I was worried I wouldn’t sleep that night. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to savor every moment with you but when you curled up in my arms I fell asleep before I could even consider staying awake. 

Waking up next to you was my last clear image, even our goodbye kiss was a little blurry ‘cause I was already a little teary-eyed. 

But before that, over breakfast, you mentioned something that I’ve thought about every day since. 

“You know how sometimes people see a bird or something and they’re like ‘oh, that’s my dead relative’?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll come back as a butterfly. One of the blue ones. You don’t see those too often. I don’t want to be something too common, like a bird, then you’ll probably mistake someone else for me.”

I don’t think I had seen a blue butterfly in Jackson until after you’d left us, but there’s one outside my window right now. 

In case it’s you, I’ll read this all aloud. 

Forever yours, 

Joel 

[bbreadwinnerrr]

GEKKO: La chica a mi lado

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Warnings: Fluff, fem reader

A/n: this is my first time using tumblr and posting my writing anywhere online, so I would greatly appreciate any feedback!!

Since it was the weekend and you and Gekko were off duty today, the both of you unanimously agreed to spend the day together. You guys are a couple, after all.

As soon as the both of you knew it, the sun had already begun to set. You and Gekko went out the entire day, going to a cafe for breakfast, going to an arcade, then getting lunch at a small restaurant, after that going to a nearby park to enjoy each other’s company, and then now where you both are walking out of a boba shop.

Gekko reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand with a gentle grip. “I don’t want today to end.” He murmurs as he turns his head to look at you with a cute smile.

You turn your head to face him as he spoke, a small frown appearing on your face knowing that the day was gonna end soon.

Suddenly, your eyes widen slightly and your lips curve upward as your face lit up while an idea popped into your head. “I know what we could do to end the day,” you chirp, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Taken aback by your excited demeanor, Gekko’s eyebrows raised for a moment before his face relaxed into a grin. “What’s your idea, mi querida?” He asked as wingman hopped on his shoulder, looking at you with a curious gaze.

“How about a movie night? We could run to grocery store right now to grab some snacks and head back to HQ to chill in your room then put on a movie?” You said, anticipation threaded in your voice, before taking the last sip of your drink. You then hand your empty cup to wingman who happily took it and jumped down from Gekko’s shoulders and waddled to a nearby trash can, slamming the cup into the trash and mimicking the planting action he does with the spike during missions.

Gekko’s face lit up, like yours did earlier, as wingman did his thing and gasped. “Why didn’t I think of that? Great idea, (y/n), let’s go now!” He beamed with a chuckle before tightening his grip on your hand and pulling you along with him down the street. You laughed at his enthusiasm and happily followed him, wingman jogging along with the both of you towards a small grocery store near Valorant HQ.

Once you arrive, wingman returns into Gekko’s pouch and you both quickly enter and begin browsing your options in the chip aisle. You grab a bag of chips, one that both you and he liked, and toss it to him. “Hold this real quick.” You remark before walking further down the aisle while resting your hand on your chin in thought.

“Woah!” He exclaims as he fumbles with the bag of chips. He lets out a relieved exhale as he prevents the chips from dropping on the ground and tucks it between his arm and torso.

“What kinda chips do you want?” You inquire. “Oh, I like this one.” You say before grabbing a bag of chips you liked and, once again, tossing it to Gekko who scrambled to catch the bag.

“Hey!” He blurts out as he catches it perfectly. “Hold on and let me choose too.” He whines as he jogs to catch up to you. You laugh a bit before moving out the way as he comes over and scans the shelves for something he liked. “Ah, mi favorito.” He smiles in satisfaction as he tosses it to you, copying the way you threw the chips to him in a playful manner.

You, with a small laugh, catch it flawlessly before motioning for him to follow you. “Can’t have a movie night without candy, can we?” You smirk as you advance to the candy aisle.

As you and Gekko make your way over, you can’t help but notice a pair of girls heading to the same aisle. You think nothing of it, other than that their outfits were pretty, since they didn’t glance at you or acknowledge your presence.

You and Gekko stand on opposite sides of the candy aisle from the pair of girls and browse your options. “Don’t you like these?” He asks as he turns to you and hands you a bag of your favorite candy.

Your face lights up, giddy at the fact that Gekko remembered small details about you, and you eagerly grab the candy out if his hands, “you remembered.”

“Of course I did, why wouldn’t i?” He says as he shoots you a proud smile.

You quickly spot his favorite candy and take grab it from the rack and hand it to him. “And aren’t these tu favorito?” You ask, using your little knowledge about Spanish combined with your expertise about his favorite things.

He lets out a laugh, one that makes your heart melt every time you hear it, “Perfecto.” He replied before pressing a small kiss to your cheek. “I think this is enough, lets go.” He adds before walking with you to the self-checkout section.

You both patiently wait in line while chatting with one another. As you finally reach the front of the line, you notice that the pair of girls that you had seen earlier in the candy aisle were behind you and Gekko in the line.

You try and take this chance to compliment their outfits and turn your head to face them, but to your dismay you hear them whispering to one another. You heard stuff that you probably shouldn’t have.

“Yeah, he’s really cute.” One girl with brunette hair whispers to the other girl with red hair while staring at Gekko next to me.

“You should ask for his number.” The red hair responds while giggling and nudging her friend with the brunette hair.

“But that girl is there…” The brunette mumbles, a small pout on her face.

A knot forms at the bottom of your stomach as you turn away, your eyebrows furrowing and a faint frown appearing on your lips.

Gekko quickly picks up your change in demeanor when you start to give him short responses in the conversation.

He turns to you with a worried expression, “(y/n)? What’s wrong?” He questions, reaching for your hand, as you both walk over to the next available self-checkout station.

You let out a sigh, “Its nothing. It’s just those two girls behind us in line.” You mumble as your previous nasty expression softens at his concern.

“Who?” He asks before turning around and trying to look for who you were talking about. Way to make it obvious.

You follow his gaze to the brunette and the red haired girl, who were at a station near you guys, and see the brunette bite her bottom lip nervously as she gazed at Gekko.

You roll your eyes as the feeling of jealousy sank its teeth into your emotions. You start scanning your items as Gekko returned to your side. “Is it the brown haired girl with the red haired girl? What did they do?” He asks, his voice depicting his huge concern about the situation at hand.

“They just…” You begin before pausing momentarily, “They were talking about you.” You answer bitterly while taking the chips and candy out of his hands to scan them.

He raised an eyebrow up at you, confused. “What did they say? Please tell me, mi amor, I don’t want you to be upset.” He pleads as he steps closer to you and wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. His body heat mixing with yours made it hard to deny his comfort, as if you could ever turn it down in the first place.

You finish scanning all of the items and put them into one plastic bag before turning to face him. “They were saying stuff about how you were… really cute and stuff and how the brown haired girl should ask for your number.”

His eyes widen a bit, shocked at what you finally revealed at what was bothering you. But before he could say anything, you hear footsteps approaching from behind him.

“Um, excuse me sir?” Your heart drops as you peak behind him and see the brunette standing in front of him as he turns to face her. She played with her hair nervously with a pink blush dusting her cheeks.

You scoff, balling your hand into a fist, “Oh my god, she’s not actually…”

“I saw you and thought you were really cute… a-and I was wondering if I could have your number?” She stuttered anxiously while batting her eyelashes.

“Uhh, no habla ingles.” He blurts out as he flattens his lips and shrugs his shoulders dramatically.

The girl narrows her eyes suspiciously before chuckling awkwardly, “but I saw you talking to that girl behind you earlier, in English?”

“Ohh ¿La chica a mi lado?” He laughs, “Esa es mi novia.” He starts, before going on a ramble in Spanish and sticking with his act that he couldn’t speak English. “La amo mucho y ella significa todo para mí. Ella es la chica más maravillosa y hermosa que he conocido y no se compara con nadie más-“

You had to suppress a laugh that threatened to come out of your mouth as you stared at how absolutely bewildered the girl looked.

The girl finally stopped his rambling and shook her head dismissively and chuckled awkwardly before she spoke up. “Uh, y’know what? Nevermind, have a great day sir…” she says before turning around and stiffly walking back to her red haired friend who looked at her with a confused expression.

Gekko turns around and faces you with a confident smile. “And thats how to get rid of a girl thats making your girlfriend jealous.” He chuckles before nudging you teasingly.

You try to fight off a smile creeping onto your face. “Whatever, I wasn’t even that jealous.” You lie.

“But you were.” He remarks as he pays for all the snacks.

“Was not.” You argue.

“Was too.” He fires back.

“Was not.”

“Was too.”

You roll your eyes as a smile breaks out onto your face. “Whatever, you win today.” You admit with a small grumble as you grab the bag full of snacks.

He laughs before pressing a tender kiss to my cheek, “thanks, cariño.”

As soon as he does that, you see the brunette and her red haired friend walk by. You catch a glimpse of the brunette rolling her eyes at you and pulling her friend’s arm forward forcefully, trying to get her to walk faster.

“Oops,” Gekko blurted from beside you as he reached for your hand and held it. “I guess my lie was found out.”

You chuckle a bit, “I don’t mind.”

“She sure does.” He joked as you both began walking out of the grocery store, the glow of the sunset shining on your faces.

“What were you even rambling about anyway?” You question curiously. The only thing you picked up on was the lie that he couldn’t speak English.

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismissed my question with the wave of his hand. This made you more curious, but you decide to not press him further. “Anyway, what movie do you wanna watch? I’m down for anything.”

“I’m kinda thinking about ghostbusters right now.”

“¡Sí! Thats a classic.”

[kunikiden]

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Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki has accidentally cursed someone out of rage, forcing them to log off and delete their account.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki bought a fancy gaming chair that can recline and have adjustable height ( as well as a secret massage mode ) that he can play/adjust by using a remote. ( Panda offered to buy him a toilet bowl attachment )

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki often drags his fellow second years out to arcades in competition to see who can win by getting the most tickets by the end of the night. ( He always wins, but Yuta comes close due to Rika's help ( she's cheating ))

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki has a YouTube channel for gaming that he will occasionally post a vlog on

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki first started posting videos in his rice ball language but realized after a while that the reason he wasn't getting likes was because people couldn't understand him. Shortly after, he stopped talking and just started adding subtiltes/captions.

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki has built his own PC with the help of Yuta. ( All he did was be emotional support as Toge rambled on about it and went with him to shops to buy the necessary parts )

Gamer/Streamer!Inumaki is also really good at board games, but for some reason SUCKS at any type of Monopoly besides the cheaters version. ( and chess, he is horrid at chess )

[crimsonbubble]

WAIT, YOU DO VALORANT REQUESTS?? OKAY OKAY. CONSIDER THIS ONE :

Reader (they/them) is in a situationship with Yoru (it's pretty clear they both like each other, but no one has conffessed yet).

We all know how cocky Yoru can get. What if one day Phoenix was teasing Yoru for liking Y/N and Yoru just gets tired and lies to Phoenix that he actually hates Reader or something like that?

AND WHAT IF READER OVERHEARS AND TAKES YORU'S WORDS TO HEART? DISTANCING THEMSELVES AND JUST RETHINKING EVERYTHING?

WOULD YORU APOLOGISE? HOW WOULD HE DO IT?

FLUFF ENDING PLEEEEAAAASSEEEEE

If you can't write this prompt, it's okie! Take care! 💖

cw. hurt/comfort, gn!reader, yoru being emotionally constipated *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[yoru my beloved <33 i hope this suits your tastes 🤞🤞]

you were too caught up in your head as you listened to your footsteps echo quietly in the empty corridor. you made you way into the main room, quietly slipping into the kitchen as you listened in on the rant that phoenix had started with yoru. you rested your hand on the tap, trying to keep quiet as you listened.

"oh come on, you know you like them. admit it." yoru grumbled, running his hand through his hair.

"phoenix, this is the last time I'm saying this. no, I don't like them. they're fucking annoying and not my type." upon hearing that, you hurried to fill your water bottle and make your way back to your room.

yoru heard you slam the tap down, sitting up as you rushed back down the corridor. his eyes followed your figure as you walked away, a sudden tightness spreading across his chest. he fell back against the couch, his head in his hands as he can't believe how badly he fumbled with his words.

phoenix smacked yoru upside the head, shaking his head disapprovingly. "this is what happens when you don't watch your mouth. this is your problem, fix it."

you slammed the door closed behind you, trying to take deep breaths as you sat on the edge of your bed. your lower lip wobbled, a stray tear cascading down your cheek. you lay down in bed, hiding your face in the pillow as you attempted to steady your breathing.

you spent the next few days avoiding him and you were doing a damn good job at it, it made yoru frustrated. over the days you've spent ignoring him, yoru spent his free hours creating a gift basket.

with that, he bid yoru goodnight, walking down the hallway just like you did. yoru felt tears burn in his eyes as he sank further into the couch, he let out a huff before making his way to his room.

he managed to fill it with your favorite snacks, candy, drinks, and a handwritten letter. the basket sat in his room, a constant reminder of how hard you're working to avoid him. yoru sat at the foot of his bed, fiddling with the letter.

he felt stupid writing a letter but it was the easiest way to say the things he was afraid to. he put the card back in the basket, carefully taking it with him as he made his way to your room. sage will kill him if he finds him in the girl's dorm after hours, so he had to be quick.

just as he approached the door, a soft voice called for him. he nearly dropped the basket as he jumped back. "I can explain-" yoru carefully set the basket down.

"go on then." sage crossed her arms, staring at him deadpanned as yoru stumbled over his words. she eyed the basket, seeing the letter with your name and a heart on it. "yknow what? nevermind, just make it quick." sage gave yoru a small wink before making her way to her room. sage let out a breathy laugh as she saw the array of snacks, all of the ones you liked.

yoru quietly knocked on your door, carefully pushing it open. his eyes softened as he saw the small collection of arcade machine plushies he's won you, sitting on the empty side of your bed. yoru set the basket on your desk, his eyes tracing over your features. he made his way to your bedside, crouching down to push the hair out of your face. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, trying to make his way back to his room before he was caught.

you grabbed his sleeve, tugging him back. he stumbled a bit, watching with questioning eyes as you tugged him closer, peeking up at him through sleepy eyes. yoru smiled softly, caressing your face. "don't worry, you'll see me tomorrow. go back to sleep."

you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes as you looked around the room, spotting the basket yoru had put on your desk just hours ago. you felt arms tightening around you, freaking out for all but four seconds before you recognized the tuft of blue and black hair against your pillows.

he tried to stand again, but you tugged him down harder, shuffling back in bed to give him space. he watched as you only tugged at his shirt, a soft pout playing at your lips. his heart warmed as he finally laid down in bed beside you. you immediately snuggled into his warmth, wrapping yourself around him. yoru kissed the top of your head, rubbing your back as he finally fell asleep with you in his arms.

sage quietly knocked on your door, peeking in to see that you were awake. a smile made its way onto her face, watching how you combed your fingers through his hair as you sat against the headboard. "I suggest you read the letter. I'm sure yoru put a lot of effort into it." sage left quietly as you peered over at your desk.

you watched as sage closed the door, slowly climbing off your bed to pad over to the basket. you sat down in your desk chair, scanning over the large selection of snacks and drinks. you picked up the letter, looking back at him as he slept in your bed. you lean back in your chair, wincing as it squealed under your movements.

your heart is pounding in your chest and your smile unable to leave your face as you read the letter. by now yoru had woken up, freaking out for a second at the unfamiliar surroundings, until he saw you at your desk. his heart is pounding in his chest and he almost thinks it's loud enough for you to hear it.

you spun in the chair, looking at him with such a soft smile and watery eyes it made his heart clench. he got out of bed as you stood from your chair. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting a quick peck on his cheek. "I love you too."

yoru's heart was soaring as he wrapped his arms around you, eyes lining with tears. "I'm sorry. please don't ignore me like that." you pressed a kiss to his lips, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. "as long as you don't act like an idiot, again."

"I'm your idiot, now."

[arxxq]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ "I'd rather spend time with you right now.."

Headcanons. How the blue lock men would like to spend time with you.

Part 1: Itoshi Rin/Nagi Seishiro/Isagi Yoichi

Part 2: Itoshi Sae/Bachira Meguru/Chigiri Hyoma

This is part 1

(please understand that I'm still learning how to write properly and that there are certain characters I can't write due to the struggle of trying to fit in their personality)

Warnings: none..pure fluff?

Itoshi Rin

Rin would be the type to spend his time with you at home

He likes to spend time with you indoors because at home he's able to just cuddle you there

After all he does hate pda but when it comes to you and him alone, he won't be afraid to shower you with affection

Spending time at home with you includes movie nights.

He mostly chooses what to watch

But even so there are times where he lets you choose

Rin chooses horror because he likes them

He also likes the way you would cling on to him whenever there's a jumpscare.

But from time to time he does also like to spend time with you outside

If he does bring you outside, he would probably bring you somewhere that just piqued his interest

One of those options is a library since he likes the calming atmosphere

Other than that, he would bring you to an aquarium or a museum

Even if Rin can't spend much time with you as much as you and him want to, he still makes the time to do so

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi is also the type to spend his moments with you indoors

He would often be playing games while you either play with him or cheer him on

I feel like the games nagi would play are like: Genshin Impact, Valorant and so on

He would invite you to play genshin if you do play genshin.

My baby would spoil you for example, he would buy you genesis crystal in genshin.

Although he isn't really using his money. (It's all Reo's since he managed to convince him)

And if you don't play any of the games he play it's fine

he really likes it when you do cheer him on and just stay by his side.

He also likes how you just play with his hair if he lays on your lap while playing

But if you two do go outside, there's only one place he would go with you..yep it's the arcade

Nagi honestly doesn't care how he spends his time with you because to him, as long as you're there by his side, then that's all that matters

Isagi Yoichi

Well Isagi also prefers to spend time with you indoors

Because even if he does show you alot of love in public, he can give you twice the amount of affection in private

But I feel like Isagi would love to stargaze with you well only if you want. If you don't then he'd gladly just love to cuddle with you

But if you do agree to the stargazing thing, I think he'd be so overjoyed

Another thing he would do is to wake you up for a morning jog

You don't really have to go if you don't want to

And if you don't go, sometimes he make an exception to just stay in bed with you a little longer

And last but not least he would really love to watch the sunrise or sunset with you sometimes

Isagi is also quite busy so sometimes you wont be able to spend much time with him

But even so, Isagi will cherish every single moment he spent with you

[creampill]

ARCADE HAS GOTTEN AN UPDATE!!!

[hannahhook7744]

Gigi Gothel hc please ?

Her full name is Magnolia Marguerite Gothel, but since Ginny and her brothers couldn't pronounce her name correctly when they were little she's gone by 'Gigi' for as long as she could remember.

Like the ditched draft of d2 says in this post, she is fourteen years old by d2.

Her birthday is October 10th and she was born in the middle of year 7.

Gigi is nearsighted.

She has magic but it is dormant until she gets off the isle.

She has a crush on Cailee Beckett. Her cousin, Amara Tremaine (who is fifteen years old in d2)’s friend who works at Curl Up & Dye.

Gigi has ‘volunteered’ to work at Curl up & Dye because of this because she likes spending time with Amara as well as Cailee and it's hard for the two of them to find free time between Lady Tremaine, Cutler Beckett, and Mother Gothel’s meddling.

She is the daughter of ‘Judge’ Claude Frollo and ‘Mother’ Esther Eloise Dame Gothel.

She has seven siblings in my main descendants universe, nine siblings in my Hannah Hook verse, and… well, it's complicated in the Invisible Truth Universe.

Her parental siblings are named: Cesare Bartholomew Colmille Frollo, Cornel Thomas Howard Frollo, Cyriacus Ignatius Vladimir Frollo, and Claudine Esther-Mary Frollo. There's also Eduardo Frollo, but he only exists in the Hannah Hook verse.

Her maternal siblings are named: Ginevra 'Ginny' Flower Madrigal, Mason Primethorn Gothel, and Glendale ‘Glenn’ Hazel Gothel. She also has a fraternal twin named Phoebe ‘Peachy’ Gothel in the Hannah Hook verse.

She has several parental cousins: Jehan Frollo's daughter—Jeanette Frollo–, Veil Frollo and Jack Heart’s three children—Valor Frollo-Hearts, Riddle Rosehearts, and Rollo Flamme— as well as The Tremaines. Because surprise, Lady Tremaine and Frollo are siblings (not that either of them like to admit it).

Gigi loves unicorns and flowers, though she keeps them away from Ginny since Ginny hates flowers and is allergic.

She appeared a lot in her Mother's show ‘Skin Deep With Mother Gothel’ and her best class was Selfishness 101 (the one her mother taught).

She originally went to Madam Mim’s School of Magic but because Madam Mim and Mother Gothel had a little spat, causing her to get kicked out.

Out of all her siblings, she gets along with her mother probably the best (mostly because she's a sweetheart) but that's not really saying much.

Gigi is short and slender with shoulder length black hair and big brown eyes that are almost always hidden behind round framed glasses.

She loves astronomy (like Glenn), Cryptozoology, cheesemaking, scrumping, true crime, and ghost hunting. She's also always wanted to go to the spa but hasn't gotten the chance yet.

She uses the same elixir Evie does to prevent her hair from getting frizzy.

Gigi is a part of the following clubs: Orchestra, Sea Ponies Club, ‘Speaking with Trolls’ Club, and the ‘Wicked Beauties’ club (though she's not very popular in the last one).

Her favorite game at Mr. Facilier’s Arcade is ‘Knock 'N Down, Win A Crown’.

She loves the Bad Apples, partially because she likes their music, partially because her sister's in the band, and partially because she had an itty-bitty crush on Diego when she was younger (which her siblings will never let her live down).

Her favorite candy (not that she's tired many) is Gummi snakes (she only had them once and is dying to try them again).

She can actually read the menu at the slop shop (she likes learning languages, okay?).

One time in P.E, when they were playing ‘Doom Ball’, she broke her nose. Another time, when they were playing ‘Foul Ball’, she got a concussion. Despite this, she still loves both games very much.

No one showed up to her Super Sinister Thirteen (her thirteen birthday party). At least until her brothers (Mason and Glenn, who are apart of the lost Revenge crew) went and told Uma who gathered up the rest of the crew. After that, a strange amount of people who totally weren't threatened into going showed up with gifts.

One of her best friends is the wicked witch and scarecrow's daughter, Elizabeth 'lizard' West; she's 12.

Gigi watches tv whenever she can because even though the villain channel ‘Evil Isle’ no longer exists it helps her escape from reality.

She used to write letters to Cassandra and Rapunzel when she was little, but of course she never received a response.

The Tremaines get their supply of ‘Murky Maggie's Soap Suds for the Anti-Socialite’ from her because Maggie Mim refuses to work with them because of something Dorothy did (She has no idea what she did).

She also supplies centipedes, worms, and other bugs to local businesses (she, like Mason, is really into nature and bugs).

One time, during a food fight, she hit Frollo and Mal with a snake egg and it exploded everywhere and stunk up the restaurant. She's never feared for her life more (Mal thought it was funny afterwards. Frollo did not).

She eventually gets her own Royallr and Auratube accounts.

When she grows up, she wants to be a famous actor, model, and cosmetologist.

Her top three Auradon shows are: Get Down With The Ballgown, Real Princesses Of Charmingsville, and The Young And The Crownless.

Her favorite princess on the Real Princesses of Charmingsville is Princess Pema because she reminds her of herself.

She is subscribed to 'Pirate Word of the Day' so she can keep up with what her brothers are saying.

Gigi is terrified of clowns and usually avoids Hermie Bing and the area in which the Bing Circus is located because of this.

She has a dagger collection as well as a Newspaper and Magazine collection.

It doesn't matter what newspaper and magazine. She's read Royal Digest, Vanity Fairy, Good Castlekeeping, Aladdin’s Bazaar, Ella, National Aristocratic, Sidekick Living, Mirror Mirror, Hero’s Health, Friends and Foes, Wicked Weekly, & Better Spells and Potions. Every issue she can get her hands on.

Same goes for the Newspapers.

She also has… a collection of random Auradon stuff. She loves Auradon music, postcards, etc.

Gigi also has a concerning amount of flyers and newspapers from Auradon Prep, and other Auradon schools.

Her siblings jokingly call her a hoarder.

(Look she just really really really wants to go to Auradon and she and Dizzy have stayed up for nights talking about it. Dragging the rest of the Tremaines, Gothels, Celia, and the smee twins with them).

She doesn't know if Frollo knows she's his daughter but she doesn't want to find out and she's not gonna be the one to bring it up because that man is terrifying.

Gigi, while appearing unassuming, is actually pretty crafty and could survive on her own if needed. She just doesn't want to.

She knows that on some level, Ginny resents her and the twins because she had to basically raise them, so she does her best to stay out of Ginny's hair even though she loves her sister a lot.

She calls Ginny ‘Sissy’ occasionally. As a nickname, not an insult.

She and Ginny's boyfriend, Clay, get along pretty well and she's friends with his younger brothers, Cash and Wilson.

She does most of the cooking, cleaning, and chores for the household.

Her favorite teacher is Yen Sid and her least favorite is Gaston, followed closely by her mother.

Gigi has skipped school exactly once in her life because the one time she did she got caught by Dr. Facilier (she was seven and went to his arcade). She decided then that her luck is horrible and scraping gum out from under desks and tables is not worth the risk of cutting class.

She hates the color yellow.

She can play the E-flat clarinet and the cello.

Her favorite food is Hazelnut & Parsnip Soup.

Her favorite restaurant on the isle is Hades Souvlaki: It's Under This World.

Her favorite shop is Hook's Clock and Curiousity shop.

Gigi Gothel is banned from the Queen of Hearts Salon. She knows what she did.

On a side note, she swears the Queen of Hearts hates her for no reason and is failing her in her class on purpose.

One time, Zevon made her cry and not only did he get beat up by her brothers but he got the cold shoulder from his brother (Lil Yaz did not hear the end of that from Ginny until the little brat apologized and it was the only time he had an actual shouting match with his little brother).

Now Zevon is terrified of even looking at her wrong.

She also somehow befriended the only one of Mad Maddy's siblings, Murky Maggie, who Maddy is on good terms with. Nobody knows how (she's also good friends with their younger aunt, Avalon Mim-Knightley).

Her favorite Bad Apple song is ‘We're The Brunos’, followed closely by “Santa Hates Isle Kids’.

She hates their song ‘Daddy (Mommy) Didn’t Love Me’.

She can't listen to the songs ‘Saint Cyriacus’, ‘Not A Perfect Man, But A Good One’, and ‘Love is Love’—the ones Claudine wrote about their dead brothers Gigi never got to meet, because they make her sad and angry.

She ends up working with both Dizzy Tremaine and Evie’s 4 Hearts.

Gigi also dabbles in writing. She runs the two isle magazines ‘Belladona’ and ‘Where The Sun Don't Shine’.

She has a minor Iron allergy.

Ginny made the mistake of bringing Gigi with her to Mal’s Hellraiser party and well… no one told Gigi what toadshots were. Needless to say, she was very sick in the days following.

To make up for, Ginny stole one of Maleficent's cloaks that she thought Gigi would like when people were ransacking Maleficent's house after d1.

She's claustrophobic and, after seeing Clay near drowned after the Hellraiser party, is terrified of drowning.

Her favorite hero is Ariel because she relates the most to her.

Gigi is secretly afraid that Rapunzel’s family and the rest of the heroes/reformed villains from her mother's story won't like her.

Also she'd love Jordan's Auratube channel and the Auradon Bedtime Podcast if she had access to them.

Gigi has always wanted a pet but her mother would never allow her one. She also knows more about her family than she wants to.

Works at Mother Gothel's Healing Emporium somewhat against her will.

Also when she was little (talking a literal toddler) she accidentally killed something and her mother will not.shut.up.about.it. Always using it to brag about how her children are the most beautiful and evil as if the event she's talking about isn't one of the most traumatizing things that's ever happened to Gigi.

Mother Gothel is that mom who tells her ‘friends’ about the most embarrassing, humiliating things she somehow knows about her kids (they stopped telling her things about them very early on because of this habit of hers and they don't know how she keeps finding out information like that about them).

She has tried and failed to escape the isle several times since she was a kid but luckily, no one's ever seen her epic fails.

She somehow always manages to sneak up on people without even trying (she's a very quiet walker).

She has a stuffed unicorn named ‘Punzie’ that the twins gave her when they were little.

Oh and she still can't spell her own name.

Her favorite poison is Digitalis. Sometimes her siblings catch her staring a little too long at it and get concerned. Usually happens when Gothel or Frollo have been meaner than usual to her siblings.

She has a heart condition, like Chloe Charming does (in my au).

She gets detention her first day at Auradon Prep (and cries). Her older siblings' have never been prouder.

[benayoung]

* ❁┆new high scare

nayoung is taking the biggest risk of her life right now.

not really. well – maybe.

nayoung has, thus far, kept the "gamer" part of her identity a relative secret aside from with friends she has met through gaming somehow. it doesn't match her image.

it used to be a bigger deal, back when she spent every minute of the day pretending to be someone she wasn't and was lazer-focused on being the picture perfect ideal idol. she still isn't too keen on being seen as geeky to the general public, but if she's caught today in this arcade with yuji, it won't be the end of the world.

arcades are innocent enough, especially when the local arcade is running a "halloween night." any average person might be interested in that, right? it's just fun. nobody has to know how high her rank is in overwatch and valorant and league, or how hard she worked to get there, or how many hours she has in the games. they also don't have to know that when she's not training, these days she pretty much just goes home and sleeps or games.

so maybe today is some kind of bridge between her typical habits and having a social life again. yuji wanted to drag her out to do something fun – probably some kind of bonding experience, or something – and nayoung is aware she should probably be friendlier with the other girls at sr media. or friendlier with other people in general.

she begrudgingly agreed to go out with yuji if yuji paid, because nayoung has genuinely wanted to see what halloween night at the arcade is all about, but going alone would be humiliating.

nayoung likes this arcade because it isn't an obnoxious money-guzzling shitshow like some others are. there aren't any prizes. you just pay one fee, and get to play whatever games you want for however long you want. it's simple, and there are more genuine games, opposed to just...50 variations of smacking a button trying to hit the jackpot on some stupid lit up wheel.

the downside is that yuji is probably going to learn how much nayoung likes video games through this, or at the very least that she's good at them. it's not that big of a deal, though. probably.

she looks around. she's pretty sure the highlight of the night is just the silly halloween-themed decorations all over the place. they do have some big screens set up in the back where people are playing some classic horror games, though. nayoung thinks she recognizes silent hill. typical.

"have you been here before?" nayoung asks, deciding to make conversation with yuji. nayoung has come a few times. all of the former professional gamers she's somehow friends with like this place best, too. "you paid, so...you can decide what we play first, if you want."

❁┆@beyuji

[every-character-ever-poll]

WEEK FIVE LINEUP

I don't really have much to say here. When this posts(insert time here) I will be reopening submissions! So get ready for that (but please don't flood my form too much). Remember to take a quick look at the weekly lineups before you send in a character if you want to make sure they haven't been submitted yet!

Yuu Suzuno - King of Prism

Zhou Zishu - Word of Honor

Ai Hayasaka - Kaguya-sama: Love is War

Layla Hamilton - Kaleido Star

Hank - To the Abandoned Sacred Beasts

Musa Kamara - Run with the Wind

Yin Fu - Xuan Yuan Sword Luminary

Rain Mikamura - Mobile Fighter G Gundam

Cure Passion - Fresh Precure

John Marston - Red Dead Redemption 1 & 2

Hop - Pokémon

Ai Haibara - Detective Conan

Sailor Saturn - Sailor Moon

Squilliam Fancyson - Spongebob Squarepants

Natarle Badgiruel - Mobile Suit Gundam SEED

Budwin - Papa Louie

Kaito - Ajin

Satou - Ajin

Minato Arisato - Persona 3

Shou - Akumetsu

Hijikata Mamoru - Until Death Do Us Part

Sarah Connor - Terminator

Sisirinah - Warbreaker

Beatriz Pinzón Solano - Yo Soy Betty, la Fea

Noah - Xenoblade Chronicles 3

Alvis - Xenoblade Chronicles

Full Frontal - Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn RE:0096

Cypher (Amir el Amari) - Valorant

Daud - Dishonored

Emily Kaldwin - Dishonored

Jinx - Arcane

Nickel - Inanimate Insanity

Florida - Welcome to the Table

Fey Truscott-Sade - Doctor Who

Kroton the Cyberman - Doctor Who

Morbius - Doctor Who

Ralph Wiggum - The Simpsons

Ned Leeds - Spiderman (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Penny - Stardew Valley

Pam - Stardew Valley

Kanao Tsuyuri - Demon Slayer

Kazuki Nishina - King of Prism / Pretty Rhythm

eShop Bag - Nintendo 3DS eShop

Arcade Bunny - Nintendo Badge Arcade

Ace Ikebukuro - King of Prism

Mario - PriPara

Mr. AR - AR Games

Kururun - Tropical Rouge PreCure

StreetPass Bunny - StreetPass Mii Plaza

Ushimitsu - Idol Land PriPara

Final Boss (aka Disco) - Face Raiders

Shinji Aragaki - Persona 3

Kicks - Animal Crossing

Sabine - Star Stable Online

Langa Hasegawa - Sk8 the Infinity

Kouji Mihama - King of Prism / Pretty Rhythm

Hayami Hiro - King of Prism / Pretty Rhythm

Bluestar - Warrior Cats

Toma Ibuki - Waccha PriMagi

Nobuyuki Kai - Haikyuu

Sir Gilbert - Animal Jam

Minamoto Kou - Toilet Bound Hanako Kun (TBHK)

Yukina - Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress

Elle Woods - Legally Blonde

Chase McCain - LEGO City Undercover

Grimace - McDonald’s

Irresponsible Dad - Happy Wheels

V1 - ULTRAKILL

Topher Bus - Clone High

Moon Lord - Terraria

Therion - Octopath Traveler

Popcorn - Showvember

Eddy - Wii Sports Resort

Shaggy Rogers - Scooby-Doo

William Afton - Five Nights At Freddy’s

Mario - Super Mario

Oatchi - Pikmin 4

Moss - Pikmin 4

Miguel O’Hara - Across the Spiderverse

Tallahasse - Zombieland

Envelope - Animated Inanimate Battle

Nick Jr. Face - Nick Jr. bumpers

Muschio Malto - Divequest

Penny - Brawl Stars

PearlescentMoon - Double Life

The Narrator - Fight Club

Bora - Tally Hall Internet Show

Nanami Kiryuu - Revolutionary Girl Utena

Engine Room - Wii Sports Baseball Championship series

Lemmy Koopa - Super Mario

Anybodys - West Side Story

Garfield - Garfield

Maerad of Pellinor - The Books of Pellinor

Frankie Stein - Monster High Gen 3

Rapunzel - Neverafter, Dimension 20

Tabaqui the Jackal - The Gray House

Asa Mitaka - Chainsaw Man

Grell Sutcliff - Black Butler

Spamton G. Spamton - Deltarune

Neptune - Neptunia

[thedawningofthehour]

SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK but you activated my sleeper agent rottmnt brainstorming Re: The Video Game Question

Raph: would probably like low strategy single player games and lean toward arcade/motion control based experiences because they present a way around the "Hand Too Big Controller Too Small And Breakable" problem. As an Oldest Sibling (speaking from an Oldest Sibling Gamer pov) he would have been the Designated Single Player Driver (I have a vivid mental image of Raph playing old c tier single player wii games like My Sims Kingdom while Mikey, Leo, and Donnie yell instructions at him) and I think he's still gravitated towards those kinds of games. He also feels like the kind of guy who will thoroughly enjoy every video game he plays but his favorite is still inexplicably just like. Uno for the ps3

Leo: Would like competitive games. I feel like he's the kinda guy who cannot bring himself to give a shit about the story or aesthetics of a game and cannot care at all about single player video games outside of speedrunning or something. The point of games for him Is To Win. I feel like him and Donnie both played CSGO or COD at a young age with voice chat and thats why they are who they are. His favorite game is probably a competitive hero shooter or smth. He probably is playing Valorant as we speak.

Donnie: I feel like he's the only one who is a Capital "G" Gamer. Has the broadest taste but tends to like games he can "lose himself" in. (Competitive shooters, MMOs, lengthy and intricate single player games IE: Dark Souls or Elden Ring, metroidvanias, RPGs, fighting games) If the taste of Donnie Gamer Mode we get in the show is anything to go by, he seems the type to obsess over a game for like a month, beat it 120%, probably achieve some level or speedrunning or competitive infamy and then drop it completely never to be seen again.

Mikey: Would love sandbox games for Sure. Plays Minecraft but only on creative mode. Will play sims but only with cheats to make super intricate mansions or crazy houses or recreate something he saw in a movie once. He would 100% play single player games his brothers already beat so he can look around at the scenery and mess around in a character creator. Will play an open world game and never do a single main story mission and call it quits when he gets bored.

They've all 100% played a bunch of really weird and bad shovelware games or really cheap 3rd party titles because they were what Splinter could get for them. They all have 10 to 15 mobile idle games they'll rotate out bc they all need to be Stimulated at All Times. Yes they have played Mario Party and Killed Each Other over it but more importantly they have played Dokapon Kingdom and have started rivalries that have lasted several months over this game. They will hold grudges til they die over this game. They have never gotten to the end screen of this game and in all likelihood, never will.

Idk maybe my vibes are off tho lol but can you tell I've thought about this a lot to my own detriment

There's actually a point in the next book-I think it's in chapter 1 but I can't remember-where Galois mentions giving Raph one of Draxum's oversized keyboards when he has to do anything on the computer. (Draxum has large-print keyboards because he's Old) I think I've mentioned that the boys all have larger-than-normal phones because they only have the three fat fingers and that's just not gonna work with a standard iPhone. Raph I feel like is basically Strong from Fallout 4:

(bless him)

I'm reminded of when my sister would sit and watch my play Dream Life to 'learn', until I moved it into my own room. Really, their first console was probably 'whatever Splinter found in a dumpster and still worked', so unless it was something with connected controllers they were probably playing off whatever controllers he'd found as well, so it's entirely possible they legit just had the one controller for awhile. And yeah, they all crowd around to watch Raph play because that's annoying little sibling behavior.

Mikey would love games where the goal is to Make Something. He doesn't care about winning, only stepping back and looking at the finished product and going "nice." I do feel like he'd actually play the sims though-the twins use it as a building simulator, but he'd absolutely get into the lives and stories of his sims. He builds too, but he also gets into creating the sim. He plays Fallout 4 with the Sim Settlements mod and never finds Shaun because all he's doing is building shacks for farmers.

Oh, Leo is absolutely in it to win it. In any way, if it has a score he can use to compare to Donnie's he loves it. The sole exception to this is city builders, I can absolutely see him sinking days into Cities Skylines creating elaborate planned cities with complicated mass transit and beautiful walking spaces.

The other exception is if he can fuck around in a game and be chaotic. He plays Skyrim and installs the sex mods not because he's horny, but because he thinks going around in this incredibly inappropriately horny fantasy world is hysterical. He uses it more as a Medieval Life Simulator and if he completes a quest it's entirely by accident.

Donnie is absolutely the worst gamer and will learn literally everything there is about the game after playing it through once. He also probably mods his games, or even makes his own mods. Some of them to make everything look cooler or add quality of life and immersion stuff in, but he'll also do stuff like install the mod that replaces the Skyrim arrow noises with a man going "pew!"

Omg they absolutely played knock-off games as kids. They probably lied to Mikey about them being off-brand so he didn't feel bad about their situation, telling him that the title was a misprint and all the ads for the actual game were lying.

[demonroy]

⤚ 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄​ . . .

Caminhando pelas ruas de Nova Iorque, é possível avistar PABLO DE MONROY. Com trinta anos, ele já está deixando sua marca pelas ruas da cidade fazendo o que faz de melhor: produtor musical. Conheça mais sobre ele abaixo do read more.

HISTÓRIA

Quando a família De Monroy decidiu imigrar para os Estados Unidos contavam com um valor seguro na conta bancária, advindo da locação de imóveis e, principalmente, do trabalho de Luis como advogado de figuras relevantes. Estabelecer o escritório de advocacia em Manhattan e criar os filhos com mais oportunidades seria então a concretização dos sonhos da classe média alta uruguaia. Pablo foi o último dos três filhos do casal a nascer, já em solo norte-americano, cresceu na bonança, blindado por um círculo social de privilégios — dos reveses possíveis, a xenofobia de alguns colegas de sua idade se respondia com socos.

O caçula não desenvolveu o mesmo interesse dos irmãos mais velhos pela continuidade dos negócios familiares, em casa passava enfurnado no quarto tocando violão ou ouvindo música. Além disso, desce cedo festas com atrações musicais eram seu habitat natural, por isso não tinha dúvidas quanto ao seu destino. Ainda que contrariados, Luis e Carolina não deixaram de apoiar o filho até que este pudesse trilhar seu caminho por conta própria. Pablo estudou na Berklee, instituição em que também se especializou em composição e produção musical.

Foi apadrinhado por Shane Raven, produtor da Sony, enquanto ainda estudava, aprendendo com ele a prática do mercado musical, momento em que teve participação em canções de artistas como H.E.R. e Arcade Fire. No entanto, Pablo não tinha como intuito ser refém de um conglomerado e por isso rompeu com seu mestre para seguir em uma gravadora independente, em que trabalha até hoje. Familiarizado com o cenário artístico e cultural de Nova Iorque, normalmente está a procura de qualquer promessa de boa música na boêmia nova iorquina ou no SoHo, onde reside. Atualmente produz alguns artistas e bandas de nicho, mas almeja encontrar uma parceria que tenha potencial de indicação para grandes premiações.

TRAÇOS

＋ Cordial, persistente e criativo. － Inflexível, agitado e irritadiço.

TRIVIA

— Terminou um relacionamento de quase um ano recentemente; — É escorpiano; — Tem um cachorro da raça malinoi chamado Chet; — Seus estilos musicais favoritos são jazz, r&b e bossa nova.

CONEXÕES ! !