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Sexiest Podcast Character 2024 — Scripted Redemption Bracket — Round 6.5

Propaganda

Madge Stallion (Fawx & Stallion) (Boba Count: 2 and 3 shared):

#madge propaganda time : #she will flirt with basically any girl she sees and oh she does it so well #also !!! she once flirted and got on with technically an enemy in the middle of a spying mission ???? #she went like 'oh sorry just gotta go to the loo' to go spy in the house got caught and flirted so well she 1/ got laid 2/ got information #3/ came back like nothing happened #with some motivation she could flirt and get a boner from a dead rock tbh #madge stallion IS THE SEXIEST

Antigone Funn (Wooden Overcoats) (Boba Count: 2 and 3 shared):

Amazing character arc/growth; shadows follow her around; afraid of the sun; methanol is her drink of choice; is often told “I thought you were dead” despite a complete lack of evidence other than her deathly paleness; the morgue is her personal sanctuary; absolutely hilarious character; demanded to be co-owner of Funn Funerals with her brother rather than allowing him to continue running the business alone;(spoiler) decided NOT to get with her frenemy who she had been doing a will-they-won’t-they thing with the entire series!; writes smut in her free time

Renée Minkowski (Wolf 359) (Boba Count: 1 and 2 shared):

MINKOWSKI DID NOT METALBGEAR SOLID HER WAY THROUGH A DERILECT SPACESHIP TO FIGHT A SENTIENT PLANT MONSTER FOR THIS

ADDITIONALLY, MINKOWSKI DID NOT KILL THE *NIGH-IMMORTAL BIG BAD OF THE WHOLE SERIES* WHO REPRESENTS CAPITALISM GONE AWRY WITH THE SAME HARPOON SHE HUNTED THE SENTIENT PLANT MONSTER WITH FOR THIS!!!

All three of them:

VOTE FOR MINKOWSKI AND CO.

John Doe (Malevolent) (Boba Count: 1):

John needs this win

Let's gooooooooo, Malevolent!

GUYS VOTE JOHN. THE RAT MAN'S GOTTA LIVE

HIS VOICE IS SO GOOD 🤤

Vote John Doe! World’s worst husband (affectionate)! He deserves a win

Mod Note: Some of the propaganda refers to John Doe as a "trans icon" which I assume is linguistically derived from the term "gay icon" which frequently refers to celebrities who are not gay themselves.

Art of Madge Stallion, Antigone Funn, and Renée Minkowski generously illustrated by @acornzest.

Additional propaganda below the cut:

Madge Stallion (Fawx & Stallion):

Madge Stallion was submitted without propaganda.

we gotta get our girl some propaganda. she would hate it, but the mystery of it all is kinda part of the appeal here.

Madge stallion NEEDS no propaganda

Madge: so sexy she needs no propaganda

#madge stallion is a great woman to lose to

#Madge she's a sassy lesbian detective what else do you want

#madge stallion needs no propaganda #by virtue of being madge

This is propaganda for all the female characters. Voters please remember how pretty all women are and factor that into every single vote you make. Thank you.

Raging lesbian in a lavender marriage

Seduced someone working for the enemy

Is just as chaotic and at time brain cell-less as her male companions

Loyal but still willing to call her friend since childhood out on his bullshit

She canonically fucks. Like in canon she fucks so much. See above about seducing the enemy and then pepper in her on again off again romance with Martha Hudson.

This is the woman who always has anything you might need in her bustle. Portable phonographs, certainly, but what else? Alcohol, without doubt. Knives? Probably. More knives? Wouldn't be surprised. Candy? Always good to have something to mollify Hampton with. More alcohol? Well, James can always do with a little nip. Another knife? Why not? Lockpick set? I mean, where do you keep yours?

Madge propaganda from a show that had the pleasure of guesting with her! At the end of the day no matter how you squeeze or present it, a great character is a great character and Madge is the best by a mile. Wonderful one-liners, complex and layered relationships with everyone in the cast around her, a messy and real depiction of female sexuality (especially a lesbian!) that she is never punished or demeaned for, and all of this brought to life in a performance that could make a phone book fun. Look and you’ll see: Madge’s writing and acting speaks for itself!

Everyone messaging us “please let Madge kiss [redacted]” we will remember your support during this difficult time should this go our way

Madge is literally THE BEST EVER

Antigone Funn (Wooden Overcoats):

What on earth could possibly be sexier than being presumed dead by the village she lives in at large. She genuinely cares about funerals as an art form, she puts so much care into her work. Possibly bisexual if that helps. Ghost wrote a wildly popular erotic novel with the help of village’s reverend. Come on just please vote for Antigone I’m so very sleepy and I can’t think of more reasons but I promise they’re there

#antigone!!!!!!!!! #i just need one chance with her #she's perfect

This is propaganda for all the female characters. Voters please remember how pretty all women are and factor that into every single vote you make. Thank you.

I'm voting for Antigone not because she's sexier (she is) but because she needs at least One Win in her life. #girl failure solidarity

1. she is very sexy. We know she's deathly pale, she's described as transparent more than once as well as green and blue-skinned, she's 35~38 depending on what season you're listening to. She's allergic to like everything.

Her hair is canonically always a mess and she uses it to hold on to bones and things she's gonna need later. She wears the same dress every day (it has a hole in it)

She's one with the shadows and can blend in with her surroundings to a supernatural degree.

2. She is rough and socially inept and artistic and the most passionate person you can imagine. She puts her heart and soul into her work as a mortician, SHE CREATES PERSONALIZED EMBALMING FLUIDS TO MAKE THE CORPSES SMELL NICE and she WILL tell you about it.

She is somehow always angry or flustered about something and she will pull victorian era phrases you cannot imagine. She's been saying Christ Alive since before it was cool.

3. SHE LOVES SEXY THINGS!! she is the most fitting for this tournament cause she's the queen of learning to accept her desires!! She loves old french films and their weirdly shot sex scenes, she's canonically really good at writing erotica and likes to read it too. There's a whole episode dedicated to her conquering her fears and appearing on a naked calendar. Also we hear glimpses of her fantasies and she wants to tie up and dom the guy she likes so there's that too I guess.

She spent 17 years locked in her mortuary cause she was sad. SHE WANTED TO BECOME A CLOWN AS A KID. She is everything to me and I love juno very much but she is sexier and deserves to be known that way. VOTE ANTIGONE

Antigone's mess might be an acquired taste, but I think it's a deeply attractive mess.

SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH A BLOND GUY ONCE SHE EARNED HER REST

Renée Minkowski (Wolf 359):

the most badass commander there is. she spent a week hunting a plant monster living on the air ducts of her station with a goddamn harpoon. she managed to keep her people alive and get them home. she managed to keep Eiffel alive for like five years and for that alone she deserves a fucking medal

She did not just spend one week hunting the plant monster, she spent TWO WEEKS hunting the plant monster. Later on, she used the very same harpoon to murder an evil capitalist WHILE SHE HAD A BULLET IN HER CHEST.

She's haunted by the memory of the first time she took a life, and what's sexier than a character with regrets?

She works out. Muscle women. Enough said.

She's devoted to protecting her crew above all else, and despite her self-doubt, she's REALLY damn good at it.

She's a theater kid! She loves musicals! She writes showtunes! Sondheim is her favorite composer!

She Russian-Roulettes a guy into not blowing up her ship, and does such a good job of it that he never even realizes there aren't any bullets in her gun.

She's been trapped in a time loop, possibly multiple times.

She's the best character in all of audio drama, I love her, she's beautiful, she's sexy, and she deserves every vote.

#minkowski my beloved. love of my life. other half of my heart. sexiest woman in podcast ever. i love her

#MINKOWSKI!!!!!! #i love her sooo much fun fact

#my girl! my favorite girl! she won! #let's keep this energy going everyone!

I don't really remember anything about Wolf 359 since I only listened to a few episodes so I'm throwing my lot in with whoever has the most compelling/funniest propaganda. I think this would be funny and I commit to nothing if not the bit

This is propaganda for all the female characters. Voters please remember how pretty all women are and factor that into every single vote you make. Thank you.

But. MINKOWSKI. Please read all that Minkowski propaganda I wrote and then consider voting for her. She's the love of my life and THE sexiest podcast woman, bar none.

Please. I beg of you. Read all the propaganda I wrote, and then vote Minkowski. If you're still not convinced:

She's a first-generation Polish immigrant, and a huge part of her arc is about feeling like she had to hide her identity and prove herself to make it in the US. When she lets her accent slip out in episode 52, it's the sexiest thing to ever happen.

She has the entire rule book for her space mission memorized so she can better take care of her ship.

She talks to ghosts on multiple occasions.

She has a gay little dynamic with the 2024 sexiest podcast character, Isabel Lovelace.

She expertly navigates multiple hostage situations.

Along with musicals, she's ALSO really into Sylvia Plath.

She lives under a rock and does not know anything about pop culture, which is adorable.

She writes show tunes!

vote Minkowski. I am not asking. do it.

Minkowski has ALWAYS been great

MINKOWSKI GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GO MINKOWSKI! YOU CAN DO IT!

All three of them:

#madge #antigone #renee #THREE WAY ALL DAY #keep it tied!!!

I’m so sorry @sexiestpodcastcharacter but the funniest possible outcome is another tie and we are a comedy…

As Minkowski's #1 fan and a firm believer that gay sex would fix her, I am entirely pro-another tie. Minkowski's losing 55-45 right now- vote for her!

#EVERY #BODY #WINS!!!!

John Doe (Malevolent):

A fragment of the Eldritch Deity that has gained independence, attached to possibly the world's most pathetic man. Also have you heard his voice

JOHNNN, JOHN I BELIEVE IN YOU

Gonna need everyone to vote for John plz

Don't let John down, he needs a win, he's had a miserable time lately : (

his voice is jsut. really good

sorry but queer rumbling voice John Doe is too powerful to not vote for here. Also no one in canon will tell him this and he deserves to know.

ok but the way John Doe said labrynthine

If John wins I'll write him kissing Noel

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LISTEN TO HIS VOICE

Threatens to disembowl anyone who hurts the person he loves

Once tried to kill a priest for making goo goo eyes at his man

Was an evil warlord turned soft poetry lover

Can still throw hands when needed

Clever as fuck

Wants to see a movie SO BAD

Memorizes poems just for his wet cat -V protective of his wet cat partner

Crew we can't let trans icon movie lover, most jealous husband in the universe John Doe lose...

If John wins I'll cosplay him again

Vote John!! he's everything. eldritch god, in a codependent relationship with a feral cat of a man, nice voice, he even likes poetry

I've actually nutted to John's voice before. /hj

like this isn't even his full power s2 voice but mannnnn he sounds so hungry and feral for Arthur all the time...

ASSEMBLING THE MALEVOLENT CROWD. POOKIES FOLLOW YOUR DUTY AND HELP THIS MISERABLE MAN OUT!!!!

do NOT let my glorious goat LOSE!!!!

hey all my mutuals, do some work for your favorite yellow boy

Guys vote John Doe as sexiest podcast character please he deserves this 🙏

VOTE JOHN DOE EVERYONE!!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!!! MY BELOVED YELLOW GLOWING EYE CREATURE!!! HE CERTAINLY DESERVES YOUR VOTE !

PLEASEEEE VOTE FOR JOHN😭😭😭 he’s so GODDDD HES AN ELDRITCH GOD THAT JUST WANTS LOVE😭😭 (if you know me PLEASE VOTE FOR JOHN I KNOW YOU DONT KNOW HIM BUT PLEASEEEE HES PERFECTTTT!!! And also listen to Malevolent 🤩)

(vote John tho, he's such a baby, you wouldn't hurt a baby!)

i wasnt gonna say anything and just see how it turns out but PLEASEEEE VOTE FOR JOHN PLEASE MY POOKIE💔💔💔💔💔FAVOURITEST GUY EVER HIS VOICE IS SO NICE PLEASE PLEASE💔💔

Let’s not let this trans icon down guys. He didn’t fight to be who he decides for nothing. And that is the sexiest thing imaginable.

John was absolutely an eldritch nightmare BUT is literally getting better and learning empathy and consent which is very sexy

Hello my friends and random people in my phone. Please consider voting John Doe for Sexiest Podcast Character. He is barely beating Helen Distortion and eyes are so much cooler than spirals. John deserves one (1) nice thing and if that nice thing is being voted the Sexiest Podcast Character of 2024, who am I to deny that to him? Who are we to deny that to him? Use your voice, tumblr. Vote for John.

The one who’s changing and growing, powerful and terrifying but can be tender and good, capable of mind-fuckery but instead trying to be a better being and make up for thousands of years of terrible choices

John's entire identity is about defying the rules you were forced into at birth, and deciding you can be whoever you decide. And nothing is sexier than that.

Hello, we the good people at John's campaign headquarters, come to you with a very special message about our candidate and why he deserves your vote with a compilation of his best hits.

A vote for John is a vote for justice. And being your true self. And choosing your own name. And being really really cool.

VOTE JOHN PLZZ KING DESERVES IT

PLEASE ONCE AGAIN I BEG EVERYONE TO VOTE JOHN DOE

Mutuals, friends, family you know what to do,

Im pissed it was originally just yk what to do but somone rebloged it with anti john propaganda....

So please vote John Doe

Please please please vote for John people!!!!

It's his birthday 🥺🥺

VOTE JOHN ITS HIS BIRTHDAY

Hello everyone, PLEASE REMEMBER OUT TRANS ICON JOHN DOE OUR KING OF KINGS <3

Character growth is sexy

John Propaganda video by @lunaescribe and @rotflea.

JOHNDOE2025 video by @curbledmiilk.

John Doe Acceptance speech by @malevolentcast.

[catssluvr]

dating nerdy/loser natalie scatorccio <3

⭑.ᐟ Straight up just obsessed with your existence, Nat’s blindly in love with you and would do anything to make you happy - probably loves you tons more than playing video games and that’s a compliment.

⭑.ᐟ Makes you watch all of her favorite movies, not so subtly looking over to catch your reactions to her favorite parts and also yapping about little details that no one else notices.

⭑.ᐟ Takes the gameboy she bought on second hand everywhere with her, pulling out in public whenever she’s on a line or even at school when she’s bored. She plays the games you find most interesting so you’re also entertained.

⭑.ᐟ Drags you to the arcade and makes you play the duo games with her, then plays the other ones while you sit close to her eating some snacks she got from a vending machine.

⭑.ᐟ Tank tops and pajama checkered pants are her go to outfit - not that you could ever complain. Also likes graphic tees with a long sleeved under them and sometimes the infamous leather jacket she wears just for you.

⭑.ᐟ Absolutely tears up whenever you give her flowers or anything of the sort, mostly just overwhelmed with how nice she thinks you are to her.

“Baby, are you crying?”

“What- no! I just had hot cheetos and they were extra spicy.” Meanwhile pouting with trembling lips.

⭑.ᐟ Talking of pouting, it’s probably Nat’s top one reaction to you being mad at her. She’d never make you feel anger towards her on purpose so most of all it makes her panic right there. Tries to solve it as quickly as possible because all she wants is to see your frown dissolve into a sweet smile so she can finally hug your bones out.

⭑.ᐟ Loves to sleep in and will not let go of you until she’s fully ready to get up, nuzzling into your neck and practically whining when you make move to take off the covers.

⭑.ᐟ The biggest cuddle bug and particularly adores being the little spoon. Have her lay her head on your chest while playing with her hair and she’ll be purring like a cat in seconds.

⭑.ᐟ Is an absolute tease who wants your attention 24/7, will pinch your cheeks and arms until you finally look at her.

⭑.ᐟ This girl gets the zoomies randomly, giggling about stupid things and jumping on top of you to tickle your life out and cover your pretty face in wet & very sloppy pecks.

⭑.ᐟ Never having to be scared of her cheating cause realistically she’s a big loser who can barely talk to a girl without stuttering and wears shirts that say ‘i love my gf’ every other day.

⭑.ᐟ Is so freaking clumsy, keeps on hitting her toes on wall corners and breaking cups because she trips on literal air. It’s all worth it for her though because she gets to have you as her personal nurse, putting a band aid over where she’s hurt before placing a kiss over it.

⭑.ᐟ Paints your nails while you tell her about the latest gossip going on, listening attentively and gasping dramatically when she thinks something is particularly shocking.

“He did what!? :0”

⭑.ᐟ Genuinely leaves hickeys on you sometimes without even noticing. She’ll be kissing your neck without any second intentions and before she can stop herself there will be a whole bruise on it.

⭑.ᐟ Has a lego collection with spaceships from star wars and some geeky video games. Gets sooo giddy when you buy her new ones and prepares a whole date night for you to build it with her.

⭑.ᐟ When you’re sitting together in class she draws silly doodles on your notebook, making very bad drawings of both of you holding hands with hearts around you.

“Look, that’s us :)”

⭑.ᐟ Sometimes gets a bit insecure and doesn’t understand what you see in her, it’s hard to believe you actually love her for who she is. But once you call her over when you’re with your friends in public and literally show her off she knows there was never a reason to doubt it.

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𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which the paddock is extra chaotic this time around especially when you make podium

The Dallas heat feels different when you're not behind the wheel. You're stretched out on Paige’s couch, limbs tangled, her head tucked under your chin as a movie plays on low volume. It’s been months since you last saw her—your racing calendar taking you across Europe, while she’s been diving into life as a newly drafted Dallas Wing.

“You still coming to Austin?” you ask, fingers lightly tracing circles on her shoulder.

Paige shifts to look up at you, her lips curving into a lazy smile. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You raise a brow at her, already suspicious. She’s grinning too hard.

“…What?”

She bites her lip. “So… the girls wanna come too. Is that okay?”

You blink. “The girls?”

“Azzi, Nika, KK, Sarah, and Aubrey.”

You laugh. “So not just a friend. The entire UConn reunion tour?”

She gives you her most innocent smile.

“Yeah, of course. Just warn your PR team—it’s gonna look like an all-star lineup in the paddock.”

The sun’s blazing, the track is buzzing, and your head is already halfway in race mode when you get word: Paige and her friends are here.

Chaos doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Between the roaring engines, the pit crew radios blaring, and the VIP paddock buzzing with fans and media, the energy is electric. But the real frenzy starts when a group of tall, athletic women walk into the McLaren garage wearing oversized team jackets and sunglasses.

It starts small—just a few fans clocking Azzi Fudd with her signature braids and Nika’s unmistakable style. Then it snowballs. Phones are out. Videos are rolling. WNBA Twitter is already five tweets deep before you even spot them.

You barely make it out of the garage before you spot them—Paige at the center, flanked by her basketball crew in McLaren merch, all towering, sunglasses-wearing chaos.

Nika’s filming something for her Instagram story. KK’s pointing out car parts like she knows what they do. Azzi’s looking around like she’s trying to memorize every detail. Aubrey’s already chatting with one of your pit crew like she belongs there.

Sarah grins when she sees you. “The legend herself!”

You laugh, pulling her into a quick hug before greeting the others. Paige lingers at the back, looking at you like she hasn’t seen you in months—even though you’ve been wrapped around each other all week.

“You made it,” you say softly.

She smiles, stepping into your arms like it’s muscle memory. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Behind her, Nika groans dramatically. “God, it’s even worse in person.”

Azzi elbows her. “Let them be cute.”

“Okay, I’m not saying this lightly,” you grin, greeting Azzi with a fist bump. “But y’all might be more famous than me in here right now.”

Aubrey lifts her glasses. “We’re just here to cheer for your girl. She’s been a mess without you.”

Paige, now blushing beside you, shakes her head. “Don’t listen to them.”

“I don’t know,” KK says, eyeing you both. “You should’ve seen how fast she packed to get here.”

Aubrey nods toward your car. “So… who do I bribe to sit in that thing?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “C’mon, let me show you where the magic happens.”

The tour is a hit. You show them the garage, the tire compounds, the steering wheel controls (Sarah literally gasps when you demonstrate the radio toggle), and even let Paige sit in your car—something you hadn’t even let the press do yet.

Fans outside the glass panels are already recording. The edits are incoming.

You lead them through the inner workings of your world: telemetry screens, tire compounds, even let them take turns pretending to talk on the radio headset. Paige is tucked close by your side, occasionally whispering questions in your ear that make your neck flush.

“You actually understand all these buttons?” she asks, eyeing your steering wheel like it’s a spaceship.

You grin. “Every single one. Want me to quiz you later?”

Azzi’s watching you both like she’s mentally recording every interaction. “I swear, y’all could be a reality show.”

KK shakes her head. “Paige talks about you like you built the car and the track.”

“She’s not wrong,” Paige deadpans. “She kind of did.”

You catch her hand and squeeze it—quiet, grounding.

Nika notices. “I’m posting that.”

It’s hot, the competition is tight, but you’re in the zone.

Lap after lap, you push. Clean overtakes. Flawless pit stop. Every sector in the green. You don’t know where Paige and the girls are watching from, but you feel her—like a warmth in your chest every time you brake into Turn 12.

Final lap. You’re in the lead.

And when you cross the finish line—P1, arms up, the team roaring in your ears—your comms crackle with a voice you’ve memorized in a hundred different tones.

"You’re unreal. P1 never looked so good. I’m so proud of you, baby."

You laugh into your radio, heart full. “Is this my new race engineer? Because I’m keeping her.”

Back in the garage, the team is in chaos. Cameras flash. Your suit’s half unzipped, still radiating heat when Paige runs up and throws her arms around you.

“P1 looks good on you,” she says against your chest.

“And you look good in my team jacket,” you murmur.

Before either of you can lean in, Nika whistles.

“Y’all gonna kiss or can we breathe first?”

Aubrey’s holding a bottle of water like she’s about to throw it at Paige. “SIMP.”

KK’s doubled over laughing. “I cannot believe how whipped you are.”

Azzi’s just recording the whole thing on her phone, panning between your red ears and Paige’s flushed face.

“She ran to the radio,” Sarah tells everyone. “Shoved one of the engineers out of the way.”

You wrap an arm around Paige’s waist, unfazed. “That’s my girl.”

@/f1fanvids PAIGE BUECKERS IN THE MCLAREN GARAGE? THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Her helping reader zip up her suit?? Holding her helmet??? We’re screaming.

@/trackgirledits Paige Bueckers congratulating reader over team radio after the USGP win is my new religion. [“You Are In Love” – Taylor Swift]

@/courtandtrack [Paige + the UConn girls taking over the McLaren garage is actually peak crossover content. KK trying to figure out the tire compounds Azzi wearing protective earmuffs like a pro Aubrey in the cockpit]  This is their Avengers movie

@/mclaren [Paige: “She’s just really talented, y’know?” Azzi: “YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HER.” KK: “Can we have ONE interview without simping??”] Reader is blushing off-camera btw

@/WNBAupdates Paige Bueckers bringing the whole UConn crew to support her F1 girlfriend at the US Grand Prix is the kind of crossover event we DESERVE. 🧡 #TrackCourt #PowerCouple

Later that night, the two of you are back in the hotel room. She’s in your post-race hoodie, her feet in your lap, scrolling TikToks while your phone buzzes nonstop.

“You’re famous again,” you say.

She looks up. “You won the race.”

You smile. “And you won the internet.”

Paige leans in, resting her forehead against yours. “I don’t care about any of that. I just like watching you win.”

You pull her close, heart still racing—for entirely different reasons.

[starrdream]

My dearest nemesis

Anakin Skywalker x f!reader summary: Things get heated after seeing your fellow Jedi friend on a mission. includes: SMUT!!, top ani, doggy style in a spaceship, enemies with benefits

Being a Sith apprentice wasn’t very easy, especially not when you were sneaking away to hook up with a fellow Jedi any chance you got.

Seeing Anakin was always a difficult task. Together with your Master, you’ve been working against The Republic and Jedi order non-stop for years.

And the prophecy? It loomed over you. Anakin was the Chosen One, destined to destroy the Sith and bring peace to the galaxy.

Just this morning you were sent on a mission to destroy some of the Republic’s important bases.

The second you were given your ship, you knew it would be an awful trip, or worse, a potentially failed mission. The engine broke down before you could even take off, once It was fixed it was simply too loud. The hum was constant and obnoxious which meant you couldn’t get any sleep during the near 6 hour trip.

It was safe to say that you were exhausted when you arrived. You couldn’t even deny it yourself-your eyes were being forced open every few minutes, your connection with the force was sloppy and weak. You didn’t even know how you managed to disarm 3 out of the 4 bases stationed there.

It was getting darker and darker by the minute and it only made you more anxious and on edge. Time was not on your side.

Once you were inside the fourth one, you had to get rid of too many droids and clones for your liking.

You scrambled to deteriorate an alarm system as quickly as possible so you could escape without anyone noticing you. Thanks to your lack of sleep and recklessness, you managed to knock your lightsaber out your belt.

“Damnit..” You mutter quietly, bending over to pick it up quickly before the sound of it rolling around the tile floor could cause anyone to find you.

As quickly as you stood up you froze. The familiar sound of a lightsaber humming filled the room-unfortunately, it was not yours. You slowly turn around, cursing yourself for being so clumsy and careless.

“My dearest nemesis..” A familiar voice chuckled.

“Anakin” You breathe out in relief, shoulders and neck relaxing despite his lightsaber being mere inches from your face.

“I’m offended you hadn’t sensed me sooner” He feigns offense.

“The Force isn’t on my side today..” You say as he inches his weapon closer, causing you to tilt your head back more “Missed me yet?”

“Always.” He smiled brightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Without another word, he turned off his lightsaber and put it back in his belt before pulling you in. Grabbing your wrists, he pulls you into a hug, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling his face in your neck.

“Let’s get you out of here shall we?” He mumbles.

Bending you over the control panel of his spaceship, Anakin caressed your sides and mumbled into your ear, chest pressed against your bare back.

“You always run into me when I’m on missions..” He kisses the side of your neck, making you mewl “I’m supposed to be destroying the Sith.”

“Well you sure are about to destroy me..” You grind your hips against his teasingly, feeling his growing arousal strain against his robes.

“The things that come out of your mouth..” Anakin chuckles breathlessly, his grip tightens as he pulls away just enough to slide his pants off.

“You ready m’lady?” He says, parting your legs with his knee as you squirm and rub your ass against his pelvis

The second you nod, he slips two finges inside you, stretching you out slowly and thoroughly, causing your hips to buck against his hand and grind on it shamelessly.

“Always so wet and ready..” He groans at the feeling, pumping his fingers in and out a few more times before pulling out completely.

You whine at the loss of stimulation, pushing your hips further against him.

“Alright gorgeous, we’ll start..” Anakin chuckles, giving himself a few strokes as his tip presses up against your throbbing entrance.

A loud gasp escapes you as he slowly pushes himself inside, giving you a few seconds to adjust before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back balls deep. Your walls clamped tighter onto his cock, as if trying to pull him deeper.

He slams into you hard with every thrust, arm wrapping around your waist to keep you still while he fucks you senseless. The entirety of the ship’s cockpit was filled with sounds of balls clapping against your bottom, your desperate moans and Anakin’s ragged breaths and whimpers.

"Keep those pretty noises up for me yeah?" He bites on you shoulder gently.

With each powerful thrust he drove you closer to the edge, increasing your desire for the sweet release.

“Mmm pl-please Ani,” You whine. “H-harder” You cry out.

“I wonder wh-what your master’s gonna say.” His hand creeps up the back of your neck, pulling your head back slightly by the hair. “When you come back tomorrow, limping and all sensitive…Could you tell him you were railed by a Jedi?”

“F-no” You moan as you release all over his cock. He continues to thrust in and out, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from you.

“Didn’t-didn’t fucking think so..” He mumbles hoarsely as he finishes as well, filling you up with his sticky hot cum.

A few more thrusts and he pulls out , leaving you feeling empty and causing some of your mixed juices to slip out of your sensitive pussy and run down your inner thigh.

“Get out of here before the lookout troops find you, their shift starts in an hour” He gives your neck a firm kiss as he puts his robes back on, ushering you to do the same.

You get dressed too, straightening your hair out with your hands and adjusting your belt.

“See ya around y/n..” Anakin smirks, drawing out your name. “Don’t let the Jedi catch you again.” He winks, giving your ass a playful smack as you walk past him annoyed.

He might be an arrogant, childish idiot, but he was your arrogant, childish idiot.

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the beginning

a/n: part one of the brightest of lights white lantern!reader AU!!! im so excited to share this with you as part of my resolution to posting more often, especially the wips that have been sitting stagnant for so long. it's the first time in a while that i get to return to jason todd, my number 1 always.

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“Batcave to Outlaws,” Dick Grayson’s voice flooded the speakers of your new hideout and you heard Jason let out a groan.

“What’s up, Batcave?” you smirk, answering the call.

“Why would you answer?” Jason chided as Dick’s face filled the screen. “You know we don’t like them,” he huffs from where he was sharpening one of his blades.

“I’m bored and their calls usually give me something to do,” you muse.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! The lady is correct. I do have something for you guys,” Dick chimes with a playful smile and Jason shakes his head.

“Fine, I’ll play. What do you want?” Jason asked, moving to stand beside where you were seated at the computer.

“Batman is already on-sight but there was a major crash right on the edge of Gotham. It seems like it’s from space,” Dick teases, and your lips part in excitement as you turn to Jason.

“You had to say space, didn’t you?” Jason sighed looking at you and then to Dick.

“C’mon, Jase, please!” you pleaded.

“If you’re going to go, you should hurry, I think Batman’s gonna call Green Lantern,” a new face appeared on screen, Tim Drake, or Red Robin.

“You know you both are enabling her?” Jason says to his brothers as you shot up from your chair to grab your gear.

“Not our fault your partner’s cooler than you,” Tim smirks.

“You keep this shit up, Timbers, watch what happens,” Jason growled.

You slung your leather jacket on and put on your utility belt before moving back to the screen to grab your phone. “I will leave you here Jason,” you tell him as you slip the device into a lined pocket on the inside of your jacket.

“Damnit, (Y/n), just give me a second,” he sighed, moving from the screen.

“Thanks for the tip, Batcave,” you smile at the two.

“We know you’re a bit of an astrophile,” Dick smiled kindly.

“Yeah, you space-loving geek. What a nerd,” Tim snorted, rolling his eyes in amusement.

“See ya, boys,” you smiled into the camera, “Outlaws, out,” you finished before shutting the call off.

“I don’t understand your obsession with space,” Jason commented as you both mounted your bikes.

“My obsession? Really?” you shoot him a look as you tap your choker, the nanotechnology there crawled over your face producing a helmet of sorts.

“Hey some people like Disney, you like space, I’m not judging, I just don’t get it,” he sighed.

Revving your engine you look over to your partner, “What’s not to get?” you ask, voice slightly distorted before taking off.

By the time you arrived at the crash site, Green Lantern was there talking with Batman, “And here I thought I’d be able to get through a week without having to see him,” Jason drawled and your nanotech helmet dissolved once more leaving you with just your domino mask and choker.

“Play nice, I want to see the spaceship,” you warn your best friend.

You couldn’t see his eyes due to the red helmet but you were positive he was rolling them at your antics. Looping your arm with his you pulled Jason over to where GL and B were.

“Red Hood, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Batman’s eyes narrowed on the two of you.

“Yeah, it’s nice to see you too, Bats,” you smile at the dark knight.

“What are you doing here?” he pressed, pushing past your antics.

“Why can’t we just be doing our jobs as vigilantes to check in on crashes, like this one?” Jason asked, nonchalantly, and while the two leaguers turned to the man with the red helmet, you carefully slipped away.

You had been learning from Jason a lot lately, watching the way he walked, for someone so large and well built, he made virtually no sound. So, as light as you could, you slunk away from the three in discussion and closer to the crash site. The first thing you noticed was that there was a lot of smoke. You pulled your jacket off your body and bundled it up a bit to make a breathable mask for the moment being as you crept through. You also made a mental note to add filters to your helmet for future events like this. You weren’t really sure what you were looking for, but you kept moving, and all of a sudden you found yourself by what had to be the cockpit of his small ship.

“Damnit, (y/n), you couldn’t wait a few minutes?” Jason’s voice crackled over the comms.

You were about to respond when you saw something shift through the smoke, “Holy shit. Red, I think there’s someone alive in the crash,” you said instead, creeping ever closer to the crash.

“What?” he shot back.

“Someone or something alive is in this wreckage, Jase,” you repeat.

“Wait for me,” Jason pleads.

“Fat chance, Red Hood. Hurry up,” you decide as you find an opening.

Carefully you move through the ship, it was about the size of a shipping container, but it had broken into pieces in the crash.

“Hello?” you shouted, squinting through the smoke. “Is someone there?”

There was a flash of white light and a hushed whisper. Definitely a voice, maybe two, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Biting down on your lip you surged forwards. Once you cleared a very thick plume of smoke you found what you had been looking for. A body.

It was alien, without a doubt, and he was clad in a white uniform that you most definitely recognized.

“Jase?” you tapped on the comms line, with wide eyes, as you stared at the creature.

Whatever it was, it was bleeding purple blood and its eyes were shut.

“What? What’d you find?” he asked, you could hear him panting a bit.

“It’s a Lantern, I have absolutely no clue what race, but it’s definitely a Lantern,” you shared, but your eyes were analyzing the suit, it was different from the ones you’d see from the Green Lanterns, this one was white, but the design was basically the same.

“What? GL said that no other members of the Green Lantern Corps were detected on Earth,” Jason’s voice crackled a bit.

“I never said it was green,” you shoot back.

Suddenly the being coughed and its eyes opened wide, you surged forward, towards the being, dropping your jacket and your hands moving to the spots that were bleeding.

“Just hold on, alright, help will be here soon,” you whispered as you tried to help the alien.

It’s vibrant purple eyes, focused on you, as you hoped that their physiology was something like your own.

“A Terran, how unforeseen,” it spoke softly and your eyes widened.

This alien whatever it was, was speaking straight into your head.

“Forgive me, but by connecting us, I can assure a clean understanding without a language barrier,” it continued.

“Oh, okay, sure,” you swallowed, even though you really had no clue what was happening.

“I’m afraid, Terran, I will not make it through this,” the being let out what seemed to be a sigh.

“I don’t really know how to help,” you admit.

“Tell me, Terran, do you love? Have you compassion? Hope? Are there things you fear? Things you wish to claim for yourself? Are you angry? Do you possess the strength to balance all of these emotions?” the creature’s voice was gravelly in your mind but you kept your place.

“I-I mean I guess so?” you offered. “Doesn’t everybody?”

“Hmm, show me. Show me the things that you relate to these emotions,” it pushed. “Begin with Anger.”

A memory flashed before your eyes, the night you met Jason. You had just started the vigilante thing when you saw a couple kids getting cornered in crime alley. Some gang that was trying to recruit them had backed them into a dead end. You had left them knocked out and zip tied to a wall with a note for the cops. But those kids, you made sure they were okay, it pissed you off to see good kids stuck in crappy situations, and there were so many of them.

“Hmm, angry for the violence and pain inflicted on others? Interesting,” it hummed, “now, what of greed?” your surprise was definitely clear, this thing, whatever it was, was reading your mind.

This time the memory was the first time you walked through Wayne Manor. It was so huge, and everything you had dreamed about as a kid on the streets. Something that you had always wanted, a life of luxury, and yet it seemed so foreign, it still did.

“What do you fear?”

You saw Jason bleeding on your sofa, two bullet wounds, a cut. You weren’t much better, the two of you had barely made it out of this last fight with your lives. You remembered the day so vividly because Jason had almost died trying to save you.

“And hope, do you possess the purest of all?” he continued.

There’s a little girl on her dad’s shoulders, they’re at the park, she’s giggling and he’s smiling up at her. Jason, Roy, and Kori were with you, the group had decided to take a chill day. There were cups of lemonade, a couple of books, a speaker and you were lounging about in one of the rare sunny days here in Gotham. These were the days that reminded you why you fought so hard, they reminded you of what you were protecting.

“What is compassion, Terran?

It’s almost funny what memory surfaces this time. You’re leaning back against a brick wall in the Narrows, eyes bright as you keep watch. Jason’s crouched down with a bunch of kids around him. He’s giving them lollipops, clothes, blankets; all in all, about a grand’s worth of stuff. You knew that because it was money you had raided from Black Mask a few days earlier.

“Why are you asking me these things? Who are you? What are you?” you interrupted, this thing was reading your mind, and you were trying your best to force it out.

“I will answer your questions, but there is one more. Do you have one to love?” it asked and your breath hitched, because you knew exactly where that would send you.

You saw yourself back at the hideout with Jason; cleaning guns, sharpening blades, watching a movie, and passing out together on the sofa. He was all you needed.

“Hmm, how interesting. Maybe you Terrans have an inaccurate reputation,” it hummed. “You will make an excellent choice.”

“What are you talking about?”

“My name is Ophelius, I am the last ring-bearer of the White Lanterns. And you, you will be my successor,” Ophelius shared and your eyes bulged. “What is your name, Terran?

“Woah, what?”

“Your name,” he pushed.

“(Y/n),” you answered and he nodded.

“A white lantern must embody all the emotions, all the spectrums of the light. You must feel everything, and most of all, you must balance them. Your emotions will be your saving grace but lose balance, fall unevenly to any and you will destroy yourself and everything around you,” he warned.

“Ophelius, just hold on. A Green Lantern is on the way, he’ll be able to save you,” you tried to reason.

“No, there is no time to wait for Oa’s warrior. Listen to me Terran, remember these words, they will be your connection to all those before you, to the power of the light, and to the balance within,” Ophelius warned and he raised his hand to you, four fingers of light green skin, one of which was adorned with a white ring.

“In brightest day there will be light,” he said solemnly and the ring began to glow with a bright white light. “To cleanse the soul and set wrongs right,” he continued and the ring slowly lifted from his finger. “When darkness falls, look to the skies,” it spun carefully in the air, enveloping you and Ophelius in this white light. “A new dawn comes,” the ring placed itself on your finger, “let there be light,” Ophelius finished and the light died away, leaving you in white and Ophelius who looked even paler than before.

“Ophelius,” you muttered his name carefully.

“Be the brightest of lights, (y/n),” he whispered once more and he fell back gently against the ground.

“(Y/n)!” you heard Jason shout your name but your eyes stayed glued to the now-dead alien.

“(Y/n)!” that was Green Lantern’s voice.

“Damnit, (Y/n), where are you?” Jason called out again.

“Ophelius?” you whispered his name but there was no response, the alien was dead and he had left you with the last ring of the White Lanterns.

A hand landed on your shoulder and as you turned your eyes met the cowl covered ones of the Batman. His costume was such a stark contrast to what you were now wearing. Your previous attire had been your costume, a black armour-padded halter top, utility belt, military-grade camoflauge-printted dark cargo pants with a kevlar weave and combat boots. Now? Now you were wearing the exact same thing in white, but it felt different somehow, like there was something thrumming in each thread.

“Here,” the Bat’s gravelly voice called out.

A second later Jason came bounding through the smoke, the Green Lantern right behind him. GL’s eyes narrowed on the alien and then on you.

“That’s impossible,” he muttered.

“Woah,” Jason noted.

“He’s dead,” you whispered, staring at the pale alien and straight into his lifeless purple eyes.

“(Y/n)?” Jason crept closer and squatted down beside you.

“I didn’t think he was going to die,” you whispered, looking at the alien and then to your hands which were covered in his purple blood.

“Hey, doll,” Jason said the term softly, forcing you to look at him, “what’s going on in your head?”

“I just wanted to see the spaceship,” you admitted turning to Jason with glassy eyes.

“What did he say?” Green Lantern interrupted.

“Be the light,” you muttered.

“What?” GL pressed.

“He told me to be the light,” you repeated, eyes still glued to the dead alien.

Shakily you reached your hand out, and gently you shut the alien’s eyes, a tear slipping down your cheek, Ophelius had read our life in seconds, but his presence was still so fresh in your mind, it hurt more than you were expecting when he died.

“We need to debrief her at the Watchtower, now,” Green Lantern pushed.

“No, you need to back off,” Jason growled suddenly.

“Hood, stand down,” Batman warned.

“Back off, old man,” Jason threatened, standing back up. “She’s in shock, you robots!”

“Red,” your hand automatically moves towards his side. Gently it rests against his hip and he turns to you. “Hood,” your fingers grip into one of his thigh holsters, needing something to hold onto.

“Let’s go,” Jason huffed.

He grabbed your hand, not caring about the purple blood now on his own hands and suit, and helped you up, one hand went to your back almost immediately as he forced you to move forward.

“Jase,” you said his name softly as he pulled you away from Ophelius’ body. “Jay, stop,” you fight his hand as you force him to stop moving.

“What, doll? What is it?” he asked, hands moving to your arms.

“We have to go with them,” you mutter.

“No way. We’re not doing their dance, not today, not now,” he argued.

Your gaze dropped to your stained hands, and the ring now on your finger, “we have to.”

Safe to say Jason was not pleased to end up in the Batcave twenty minutes later. Sure, it was better than the Watchtower, but it was still more than he wanted. But you were going, and if you were going then so was he. You were his partner and there was no way he was going to leave you in any Justice League madness on your own. Your hands were still stained purple, he hadn’t even given you a chance to clean up before deciding to start the lecture. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Batman, this time it was GL.

“-absolutely reckless, going out on your own into an uncleared sight. Touching an alien that you didn’t know, talking with it instead of calling us? I mean what kind of bullheaded move is that!” you would have laughed if he wasn’t yelling at you. Hal Jordan was usually one of the more relaxed Leaguers, so this was very uncharacteristic.

“Give it a rest, Hal,” Jason finally groaned.

“I haven’t even gotten to you, yet, I mean you let her wander off,” Hal reared.

“I let her?” Jason scoffed. “In case you missed it, she’s a fully grown woman!” Jason shot back.

“Oh, for the love of god,” you interrupted. “Are you going to help me or not, Hal?” you asked him, hands flat on the table while you stood, looking at him definitely, everybody’s masks were off at this point as you addressed each other.

GL seemed taken aback by your abrupt interruption because for a second he just gaped.

“Oh, now he has nothing to say,” Jason scoffed and you leveled your best friend with a look.

“Jason, not helping,” you tell him, he simply sighed and sat back down.

“Look, Hal, this happened and you know better than anyone whether we want it or not, this ring is mine, so you can help me or you can get out of my way,” you lamented, and he sighed, shoulders dropping.

“You don’t understand,” he shared.

“Understand what?” you pressed.

“The White Lantern’s were supposed to be extinct. The power that comes with a White Lantern’s Light is categorically insurmountable,” he explained and your brows furrowed.

“What?” you repeated.

“You encompass all the colors, (y/n)! All of them! As a Green Lantern I focus on the powers of Green. We are the middle of the spectrum, we maintain the balance, but white? White is all the colors, you can’t focus solely on one in risk of losing balance. You have to learn to balance it all.”

“She can do it,” Jason argued.

“It takes years!” Hal shot back, “She doesn’t even know the Lantern’s spectrum!” he negated and your brain made the connection.

“Love, Compassion, Hope, Fear, Greed, and Anger,” you mutter.

“What did you say?” GL’s head snapped back to you in seconds.

“That’s what he asked me about, he read my mind, looked into my memories. Specifically of Love, Compassion, Hope, Fear, Greed, and Anger,” you tell them, and Hal finally shuts his mouth.

“What else did he say?” Batman spoke up for the first time since arriving back at the cave, his cowl was off as he stared at you.

“A mantra,” you tell him.

“A mantra?” Jason repeated, eyebrow quirked.

“In brightest day there will be light, to cleanse the soul, and set wrongs right. When darkness falls, look to the skies. A new dawn comes, let there be light,” you repeat, the words tugging at your gut as your fingers fidget with the new ring.

“Sounds familiar,” Bruce noted, turning his attention back to the Green Lantern.

Hal ran a hand over his face and groaned.

“I don’t get it,” you admit.

“The ring is only part of it,” He begins, unsurely. “It’s powerful, sure, but most of the colored lantern corps need to recharge the ring with a battery. We all have a, how’d you call it, a mantra? Yeah, we all have one. It’s different for each spectrum, and we use it to pull the energy from the battery to the rings, but a white lantern is different, there is no battery,” he explained and your brows furrowed.

“Okay… so how do I recharge?” you asked.

“Through your own energy,” Hal admits and you blink at him.

“What, like draining her own life source?” Jason scoffed.

“Not exactly, it’s supposed to be more like channeling the different emotions into energy for the rings, if done right there should be no negative side effects. But like I stated she’s not prepared, it can take years to learn how to channel your energy the right way, and if she’s not, she could kill herself.”

“That’s not terrifying at all,” you sarcastically assure Hal.

“Hey, I’m not the one who told you to run off!” he countered. “You were irresponsible! And reckless! Honestly, what were you thinking, galavanting off into some crash before the smoke’s even cleared!” he's shouting again and it’s starting to piss you off.

Your fist clenches and then you’re standing up again, “Stop shouting at me!”

Your chest is heaving as you glare at the lantern, but instead of glaring back at you, he’s staring with wide eyes.

“Woah,” Jason's murmur is what pulls your attention.

“What?” you snap, gaze shifting to him.

“Doll,” Jason’s voice was as soft as it’s ever been, “you’re glowing.”

Jason’s eyes were also a bit wide and when you stared down at your hands, you saw that he was right. A sort of white glow seemed to be emanating from your body, in fact it was lighting up the whole cave.

“I- I don’t-” you stuttered.

“This is what I’m talking about, you’re not balancing your emotions!” Hal began again. “You’re letting the Entity take control!”

“Hal,” Bruce finally spoke up, effectively stopping the lantern. He stalked closer to you and a heavy hand came down on your shoulder. You met his eyes and he nodded gently, “take a breath, (Y/n),” he instructed. You nodded and took a deep inhale. “Again,” he told you once you had exhaled, and you followed his instructions.

You repeated the process a few times but you noticed as the light began to fade and your heart rate settled.

He turned to Hal, “Control is teachable, Hal. Curiosity isn’t,” he reminded him.

You stared at Bruce for a second, there were moments when you could see the dad in him showing, and you could never reconcile that version of him with the Bat. They seemed like two completely different people, it was easy to understand Jason’s irritation. Living with someone who could be so different depending on the hour would take a toll on anyone for sure. Your gaze shifted from Bruce to Hal with a furrowed brow, “What Entity?” you press.

“What?” he stuttered.

“You said that the Entity was taking control, what Entity?” you asked.

Hal sighed before finally collapsing in a chair, “The White Lanterns are the physical embodiment of the Entity, which is the power of life itself. White Lanterns are dangerous and unpredictable, Kyle was closest we’ve ever seen to a true White Lantern. But even then, he was a Green Lantern first, and the Entity reverted him back to the Green Lanterns after. You’re wearing the first real White Lantern ring I’ve ever seen. It’s not like the ones Kyle created, and that’s alarming because it just reminds me that there is so much we don’t know about White Lanterns.”

“So you’re saying that the force behind the White Lanterns is life itself, and it manifests as an Entity which has no real form but white light. Which is why it needs me, a ring bearer?” you surmise, squinting at Hal as you put things together.

“Yes,” he nods and you turn back to Bruce.

“What do you think?” you asked him seriously and Bruce just stared at you.

You may not be his biggest fan most days, but there was no doubt that Bruce Wayne was a brilliant critical thinker, and if anyone could help you right now, it was going to be him. “I think the rings choose the wearer. Meaning nothing short of killing you will result in removing the ring’s attachment to you,” he begins and your brow quirked.

“We are not killing her!” Jason interrupted, and the corners of your lips quirked.

“There’s only one thing to do, train,” Bruce agreed with a small smirk.

“Train?” you repeat.

“And who do you think is going to train her?” Hal interrupted.

“I’d expect it to be you, Jordan, or any of your counterparts, though I do feel both you and John Stewart would have better luck when compared to Guy Gardner, Jessica Cruz and Kyle Rayner,” Bruce shot back and Hal’s eyes blew wide.

“Me?” Hal shot back. “What do I know about training anyone?” he scoffed.

“There’s a learning curve,” Bruce shrugged, eyes lingering on Jason for a second.

“Your nonchalance is inspiring,” you muse, eyes darting over to Jason who was now focused on Hal.

“No dead birds, Jordan,” Jason warns, and you almost choke on your responding laugh.

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a/n: ps: i know i play a little fast and loose with the lantern rules, im open to suggestions!

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Distraction

Lukas x Reader

fluff

reverse comfort

massage

romantic

established relationship (I think)

I'm sorry to any poor soul actually reading this - this was written at like 1 am while I was very tired so this probably has no depth whatsoever.

1.4k words - one shot

This is almost like a test fic but I still hope you enjoy it! :) Also there are like almost no fics so gotta rectify that. If you're interested in an Alanas fan fic please check out my friend @milk-bby

The streets of Vilnius bustled as you ran down the paved streets, the trams and traffic passing you in your peripheral vision. The plastic bag grasped between your fingers rustled quietly from your fast paced steps. You looked around to make sure you turned the correct streets in the bustling city. You were still getting used to the intricately laid out streets of Vilnius having moved to live in the cityscape a few months back. It was late spring and the humidity prophesied incoming rain and the clouds swirled in multiple shades of grey. You looked around diligently before lightly jogging across the street to cross, nearing your location. You were supposed to bring Lukas lunch, even if he didn’t know that. You had decided to do so and he would have to deal with it. 

Eventually, the familiar studio came into view as you traversed the streets. You walked towards the glass door with the white lettering engraved into it to signify passerbys of the studio's name. You stepped inside, relieved to hide from the brewing rain and hustle and bustle of the city, politely greeting the receptionist that took care of all the studio bookings. She didn’t question your arrival, smiling politely, having seen you around a few times in the past. Almost as if on instinct or muscle memory you made your way up the steps, heading to the hallway with studio doors and busy artists. As you paused outside of a familiar door faint music filled your ears, familiar beats and guitar strums quietly filtering through the soundproof foam on the walls inside. 

Once the music came to a stop, signifying a break or an end of a song, your knuckles rapped on the door. There was some shuffling inside before the door opened and a familiar figure met your eyes, a mix of blonde and brown streaks falling in front of his blue eyes, the familiar eyebags that seemed to always linger mimicking yours. He looked surprised to see you, almost like you were the uninvited kid at a birthday party. After an almost ritualistic and usual staring contest he shifted out of the way to let you into the studio cabin, his demeanour easing up. You automatically looked around, feeling overwhelmed by all the buttons and dials, almost as if you were in a spaceship of some sorts. 

“What are you doing here.?” He murmured, an overworked hand running through his hair that seemed to constantly fall in front of his eyes. You jokingly considered buying him hair clips as a joke. 

“I brought lunch.” You replied, glancing over at him, your voice matter-of-fact. You held up the bag in your hand, the food sealed behind the white rustling plastic.

His gaze seemed to almost immediately soften with gratitude, his lips parting for a moment before he spoke. “You didn’t have to..” He muttered. “But what did you bring?” He followed up almost instantly. You definitely had to.

You smiled, almost slyly, but not all the way there. “Koldunai. Kepti.” 

Without missing a beat he pulled up a chair for you, silent gestures of kindness. The two of you sat down as you unravelled the styrofoam food box with the fresh dumplings inside. You carefully handed it to him along with a plastic fork. He rushed a thanks before making sure the sauce was adequately mixed with the dumplings, trying not to drop any. 

“They smell good, thanks.” He stated before beginning to poke through the shell of the dumplings and eat, careful not to drop any. “We’re not really supposed to eat in here.” He said with a sense of defiance in his tone, eliciting a chuckle from your lips. 

You watched him eat for a while, ready to offer a napkin at moments notice. Your elbow rested against the empty ledge of the table of buttons, eyes trailing his form. He did offer you some but you insisted you had bought it for him. In reality you may have grabbed a small snack on the way to the studio. You even discarded his trash for him as the moment he was finished he was back in work mode. You huffed before stretching and moving to stand behind his seat, watching him work over his shoulder.

”I can’t concentrate if you’re staring.” He said in a passing whisper, his hands typing away on his keyboard.

”Well, maybe I don’t want you to work.” You retorted, a few wind tousled strands of hair falling in front of your eyes. Lukas let out a soft breathy chuckle, slightly rolling his eyes at your statement. 

“You never do.” He reminded you, his words playfully chastising. “That’s why I usually don’t let you in. You’re a distraction.” 

You playfully nudged his shoulder, not enough to cause any harm if he were to press the wrong button. “Take a break.” You urged, voice half playful and half serious. He scoffed playfully, glancing up at you momentarily.

A soft hum left your lips, ignoring his dismissal of your urgency. Your hands gently ran over his shoulders, attempting to soothe the tense muscle under his greyscale shirt. He tensed for a moment before his shoulders started to relax and drop down, occasionally shifting into the pattern of your hands. He let out a satisfied grunt as your hands moved from his shoulders and up his neck before tangling into his bleached hair. “Maybe I can take a small break..” Lukas said quietly before his eyes fluttered closed, his frame leaning back into the seat, almost moving it side to side on its spinning mechanism. 

A satisfied smile graced your lips as he gave in, that’s usually how it went. Your hands moved through his hair, fingers brushing his scalp in a combing manner, almost like the calm waves of Palanga when you visit in the late summer evenings. You watched in relief as his features softened, relieved with the chance of a break amidst the chaos of work and deadlines. “See? It’s not that bad.” You teased quietly, not wanting to ruin the calm.

He nodded weakly, his eyes peacefully shut and lips ever so parted. You leaned a little closer, lips brushing against his neck in a ghosting manner. He hummed in recognition but didn’t attempt to stop you. The dim lighting in the studio added to the calming atmosphere, the foam padded walls eliminating any hustle and bustle from the outside. It could’ve started raining by now and you just wouldn’t know, lacking the pitter-patter on the nonexistent glass panes. Your hands left his scalp, moving back to rest on his shoulders, thumbs massaging the tense muscles. Your lips moved up to his jaw, the pressure of your lips holding more weight now, proper kisses. His hand reached up, finding one of yours on his shoulder before tangling his fingers with yours, his hand giving yours a grateful squeeze. 

“You always do this..” He complained with no real malice, his hair tousled from your hands combing through it moments before. 

You gently pulled your lips away, fingers still intertwined with his. “Do what.?” You played innocent, managing to hold back an incriminating smile as you hovered behind him.

“I’m not even going to argue with you.” Lukas retorted, rolling his eyes playfully. Not wanting to ruin the relaxing sensation of the moment between the two of you. 

“You wouldn’t win anyway.” You huffed with pride in your eyes, watching as his hand holding yours shifted.

He raised an eyebrow in disbelief, words stunted at your playful audacity for a moment. He raised your hand to his lips, placing a kiss to your knuckles before glancing up at you. “Do you want me to pretend I didn’t just hear you say that?” He teased, a smug smirk on his lips as he let go of your hand.

Your fingers gently twirled a strand of his hair around them gently, the motion slow and soft, the blonde perfectly swirling around your skin. “Yes, please..” You muttered, letting him inflate his ego for a moment.

You didn’t mind. You never did.

[deviantlair24]

Intergalactic Bar (Fem Human x Aliens)

When you first took the job it was out of desperation, you really needed the money. Apartments weren’t cheap on spaceships and your earth debt was crippling. The only upside was that it stayed on Earth, no credit cards in space. 

When you took a job at the bar it was only as a bartender, the locals liked talking to the pretty human but before long you were serving in one of the outfit’s the other girls wore. 

A skimpy bikini top and a skirt were your new uniform but the pay was more than double the bartender position. Before long you grew to enjoy your work, even if some others looked down on you for it. 

Sometimes your new job grated on your earth sensibilities, ideas of modesty and shame filled your head but the money was too good and fuck if you hadn’t grown to enjoy it. 

“Take this to table five” Korgan, the hyplaney bartender said gruffly, handing you a tray with shots on it. His words really came out in a language you could never even try to understand but the translator implant in your ear allowed you to hear it in English. 

Most beings who travel the galaxies and spend time with multiple species get the implant, they aren’t that expensive and come in different models if you're really strapped for cash. 

You grabbed the tray with a smile “No problem” As you made your way through the bar you passed many different species of aliens, some looked like humans with one or two features different while others had three heads, or no head at all while others had ten arms. 

Of course there were the types made popular in Earth media but they weren’t normally the drinking type, more the explorers than the revelers. 

You reached table 5 and put down the tray “Delivery from the bar Gentleman, anything else I can get you?” You asked, running your hand along the arm of the big beefy red alien with tusks coming out of his face. 

He grinned and pulled you into his lap, his hand going to your ass and squeezing “None for me, but you see my comrade over there? Show him a good time, and make sure to give us all a good show” He said as he passed over three derns, the equivalent of ten grand in earth money. 

You grabbed the money without hesitation, grinning at the one who paid you and giving him a kiss before standing up and sauntering your way toward his friend. 

The Alien was more lanky than his comrade, his skin a pale blue with stripes of dark blue coloring his skin, he had large eyes that looked at you with interest. 

You grinned flirtatiously and leaned against the bar next to him “Hello Handsome” you said lowly running your hand up his arm. 

He looked at you for a few moments, you had a distinct impression that if he had an eyebrow it would be raised. 

“What do you want?” he asked curtly, eyeing you suspiciously. 

You pouted and ran your hand up his arm “Your friend over there was so nice, he paid me up front. He wanted us to put on a show, but if you're not interested...” You let the words hang as you pulled your arm away only for him to grab it and pull you against his chest making you grin. 

“A show huh? Are you up for that?” He asked lowly making a shiver run up your spine as you grinned broadly. 

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Full story - 1.5k words

Alian, EggPreg, Exhibitionism, Ovipositor, Overstimulation, prostitution

[jymwahuwu]

Content warnings: yandere, angst(?), some descriptions of capitalism, you're locked up

Summary: You are a bakery owner and you and your shop are going to be evicted by the IPC. Unfortunately, Aventurine is the one handling the plans.

Note: I suddenly want to write this very much...sorry, I don't know what I am writing...🥹

According to the calendar of your home planet, you spent all your savings and bought a bakery three years ago.

Once upon a time, you had your own ideals, which were woven into unrealistic dreams in your childhood paintings. When you become an adult, you realize that adults use lies to pile up in school and blow up beautiful bubbles. Those lies are probably the beginning of your idealized misfortune. Your dream goes from unrealistic to another. Under consumerism, you want a property of your own, with one room, a large living room, an open kitchen, and a ceiling where you can sleep while looking at the stars. Approximately 8,000,000 credits. You deposit money into the Cosmic Bank. Staring at the rising numbers in the bank account with tired eyes, health has been replaced by some slowly rising numbers and countless nights.

Then, you collapse. Your ideal transforms into a spaceship for 1,200,000 credits. However, classmates and friends of Universe University in the same year shared on social media that they had gotten married step by step, had children, and had a lovely next generation from the artificial womb. The venue for their proposal was on a romantic planet with endless sea, sky and seagulls. A growing sense of comparison creates unnecessary suffering. Others tell you, go ahead, just like others, work, save money, buy a house, buy a car, get married, have children, bring new blessings to the universe, and believe in an Aeon you like.

Best is Qlipoth. They said. Everyone said so.

That's the Aeon that IPC fervently believes in. They may not necessarily know about the walls and protections made by Qlipoth, but people must know that IPC is a huge company involved in the economy of the entire universe. Their golden bodies symbolize enviable wealth in people's eyes.

But spacecraft are out of reach. You figured this out through a cheap and unpalatable 10-credit lunch and a scolding from your boss. You know you should set a more realistic goal.

Then let’s get a car with 30,000 credits. There are also jewelry for 50,000 credits. I'll go shopping after get off work. you said so.

You walked into the store and bought a car that met your expectations despite the salesperson's inner eye rolls and eager sales. Stroking its shell, eager joy surges into your heart, as if your hard work has been transformed into a visible reward. This is valuable. And jewelry, you buy a necklace that sparkles around your neck.

Your face was hot with excitement. There is value in this, keep it to yourself and it will appreciate in value!

Trembling with excitement, there is endless emptiness behind the joyful smile. Cosmic Express is responsible for delivering express delivery to your home. You browse the Internet and buy a list of unnecessary things to fill your misery and pain and stop the bleeding that might come out.

Then one day you quit your job after another scolding, knowing that you are just a cog in the functioning of society. You don't want to live like this anymore, but you don't know how to live without money and without getting married like others. You buy a spaceship ticket and wander off randomly. Romantic, casual and comfortable life. You think idealistically again to cheer yourself up. No matter where you go, you have to start a new life.

You arrive on a new planet, a beautiful and highly developed space society. The dome has a transparent dome woven from Qlipoth that envelopes the entire planet. You have heard that IPC has its headquarters here, but some say it is just one of its branches. Regardless, they obsessively imitated the architecture of Aeon Qlipoth, constructing a towering building with a beautiful transparent glass dome. It is stationed on the planet like a banyan tree, tirelessly absorbing money and energy.

You bought a small, independent bakery on one of the shopping streets, renovated it and prepared it for opening and used up almost all the credit in your bank account. But, you are happy, from the bottom of your heart, practicing your baking recipes and thinking about a bright future. On opening day, you put up a sign with a design on it. And greets all guests warmly. They smell the aroma of bread, follow the traces and step into your store, buying this and that bread and drinks. The aroma of food, warm bread, that is the breath of life.

-

One month after opening, Aventurine stepped into your bakery. When socializing at work, he accompanied his clients to drink and enjoy haute cuisine, with a charming smile. During lunch, he would choose a coffee shop or an elegant restaurant to sit and browse the stock market and invest. Those tens of millions of money came and went, only in exchange for a smile or a sip of coffee from him. Wonderful afternoon. Beautiful gamble. But that day, he smelled a different aroma of bread, and realized that a new store had opened in the commercial street.

He walked into the store and browsed the golden bread. Aventurine spent 2 minutes choosing toast and croissants, listening to the sound of money arriving on his phone. He glanced at you, who was in uniform and busy. It was inevitable that he thought from a professional and utilitarian perspective, wondering how this narrow store did not meet the requirements of modern business. Decoration, bread production, marketing, and store staffing. It would be foolish to hire just one clerk. Hiring just one more clerk can lead to more revenue. You obviously have your hands full.

He spent 2 minutes in line. When it was Aventurine's turn to pay, you gave him a warm smile, as warm as sunshine. These days, you remember some familiar faces of your customers. You're a little surprised by the new-faced customers arriving at the store.

You greet him and ask if he wants a takeout or just enjoy it in the store.

"Right here, thank you." Aventurine replied.

So Aventurine sat down, right in the bakery. He munched his bread and invested his money, living his daily life. Day after day, weeks and months passed. Occasionally, he pays attention to you. You always do all the work in the store, packing the bread, putting it on the shelves, and doing the cashiering. So one day, He asked out of curiosity. “Isn’t the bakery owner going to hire an extra employee?”

You opened your eyes wide and smiled awkwardly. "I-I'm the owner of this bakery."

Ah, so here's the answer. Aventurine nodded, you may not have more funds, but he accidentally started to invest and play, just like the play he had not completed in childhood. He loved investing, which was like finding a pearl in the ocean, playing Monopoly, playing with his assets. A desire arose spontaneously, satisfying his heart. "Have you considered expanding the store and staff? I see your bakery is very popular. I've witnessed many, but none like this, and swear there's some potential here."

"Really?" You were a little shy in the compliment. He was surprised at your naivety. "Thank you, but I have no plans yet."

"Oh, you're eating Brioche today." You looked down at the bread he selected. "You are a familiar face. Let me give you a discount. It only costs 200 credits."

Aventurine was about to refuse, but heard your question. "If you don't mind, could you tell me what you do for a living?"

He didn't understand the specific reason. Aventurine didn't want to reveal his work in front of you, so he muttered vaguely. "I'm in the gambling business."

"You mean the casino?" You blinked.

"Yeah, yes," he replied.

"That must be hard…" You recalled the casino in the drama, where the gamblers seemed likely to fight. He must have been mediating frequently there. After thinking about it, you gave him extra drinks and bread. “Here’s today’s special offer!”

Aventurine held the drink at a loss, feeling that the cold drink was radiating heat.

-

On a rainy and windy afternoon, Aventurine won't sit at your outdoor table. He returned to the IPC with the bread and pressed the button for the lift. One of the members of Ten Stonehearts saw him and asked caringly. "I can't see you eating in the office lately. Can you be full just by eating bread?"

"It's okay. I fill up easily." He smiled politely, even though he had eaten some more bread… He didn't refuse your offer.

He finished chewing the bread while scrolling through your bakery’s social media feeds on his phone. You like to update the bakery's social media and have accumulated about a few hundred likes per post. In the photo, you shared a new type of bread, and your passion for life is reflected in your eyebrows and eyes.

The department meeting is just after lunch. The holographic screen fluttered IPC's business plans and developments. IPC announced that one of its small plans was to acquire a new commercial street and all the businesses would have to move out. His eyes reflected the glowing words- your bakery is on that commercial street.

-

Gradually, that friendly customer who works at the casino becomes too busy to visit your bakery, or he finds a new restaurant. There's something empty inside you, like a piece is missing.

New signs were posted in the neighborhood, and other store owners who often borrowed flour and other supplies from each other knocked on your door and told you that the Interastral Peace Corporation was buying the street and that every store was going to be evicted. This will be the place where a new type of space commercial city will be built. Many companies will settle in and open stores. It will be beautiful and modern, just like other space commercial cities. You'd better discuss a compensation plan with IPC now and strive for better terms.

IPC may compromise, but with other economic systems of the entire planet, not with a small commercial street. They do what they say they will do.

Like a bolt from the blue, you repeatedly confirmed and asked questions. Why does it have to be here? Why? What are their plans? How much will the compensation be? The IPC wants the compensation to be as small as possible, and the shop owners will fight for it, but the court is on their side. So don’t be too tough in your attitude, be more diplomatic, be more worldly, and seek more benefits for you. they said.

Many shop owners have signed up for the compensation plan. You are one of the few shop owners who are too stubborn to embrace the world. Guard this shop like a dragon guarding the last treasure. As the deadline gets closer, you notice more rude customers, the ingredient supplier says they can no longer serve you, and some negative messages and reviews appear to smear you. There are also people in all-black uniforms looking outside your store. That's downright creepy.

But you are not afraid, what you are afraid of is that something will be taken away from you again. Those capitalists are used to taking something from you and then giving you something in compensation. Before it was salary, now it's compensation plans.

Occasionally, you bow to reality and pay attention to some new stores, but those prices cannot be bought with compensation.

One night, before you close the shop, you hear the sound of construction work, destroying the original shops. It's not loud and noisy, it's a new space construction technology, but you're terrified and just want to pack up and go home. You have filed a complaint with the court. Once again, you place your hopes on the ethereal, and then you see a figure appear at the window of the bakery.

Ah, it's that customer. He must be here to support you and buy bread.

You maintained your smile and greeted him, "I haven't seen you recently. Where have you been?"

Aventurine just stared. There was some compassion in his expression, and his features were soft. He knew that the gentlest of measures would not work. “…let me talk to you about the new compensation plan.”

You were stunned for a while. "…What do you mean?"

He hands you a card with neatly printed handwriting and the IPC logo.

“Aventurine, Senior Manager in the IPC Strategic Investment Department”

You held the card and read it for a while before looking up at him. Your throat was dry but tears were streaming down your face. The holographic screen projects a new plan, specially prepared for you stubborn, idealistic people, to provide better compensation.

"…Go away, I don't want to see you!" You paused for half a minute before getting angry and pushing him out of the store. What flows inside is anger at the betrayal, even though you know he doesn't have to support you. Aventurine's arms opened up to embrace you. You were shocked, struggling, and sobbing. "I don't want to see you…you are with them…I have nothing, and you still want to take it away…"

Halted like an emotional kitten, you whimpered, tired from sobbing, sleep overtook you and darkness enveloped you.

You opened your eyes and found yourself in a luxurious room, with stars visible on the ceiling and a soft quilt covering you. Pillow supports your head. You adjusted to the light for a few seconds, frowned, and moved your hands, but the sound of the chain sounded. You looked at the chains on your hands, stunned, shaking and struggling. "What-what's going on?"

"Ah, you're awake." Aventurine opened the door and came in. He touched your forehead, and you realized that the clothes you were wearing had also been changed. They were a set of pajamas. "What happened?" You shook the chain in your hand in confusion. "Someone attacked us last night?" "Um, it's not like that actually."

Aventurine comforted you and shushed you. "You're locked in. Shhh...shhh, don't scream. I know this may be hard to accept at first, but you'll see the benefits."

He explained, to your expression like a frightened little animal. "…For business purposes, I looked into your background. You've been having a hard time, haven't you? Now you finally have time to relax. This is one of my houses, and it's yours, too."

"I didn't ask you..." Tears welled up in your eyes. Are you going to be locked up? "I know." Aventurine stroked your head gently. "I know, now just relax. I'll take care of the bakery. We'll open a new one somewhere with the ocean, you know, new plans."

You noticed that he used the word "we," which made your heart feel strangely warm. You were speechless, closed your eyes, turned around, a tear flowed down your cheek, and the chain creaked.

This is your new reality, but at least you can rest, right?

[gothamite-rambler]

A Deal with an Alien Princess

Alina, an alien princess with gender-neutral facial features, stood in front of the Young Justice crew, finalizing a deal.

Alina: I will aid you in your fight against my brother if one of you gives me their firstborn child. And I will know if you try to h—

Red Robin: I can do that for you.

Alina: You can?

YJ: You can?!

Red Robin (reading a text from Bernard): Yeah, my partner said he's okay with it, and I don't mind co-parenting... You're not planning to eat the child, are you?

Alina: Nah, I’m not sure yet, but they’re mine to do whatever I want with them.

Red Robin: Cool, I accept the deal. Handshake?

Alina: Hmm, surprised you’re so willing to give up a child, but it’s a deal.

Alina shook hands with Red Robin, while Konnor and Bart exchanged knowing glances, aware of where this was headed. M'gann, already reading the thoughts Tim was having kept quiet as well.

Cassie: Should you sp-

M'gann: This is a canon event, don't speak.

Alina: You're all weird. I enjoy it, let's go.

—Many hours and a fierce battle against her brother later—

Red Robin: Thanks for helping us. When do we start?

Alina: Start what?

Red Robin: You said you'd take one of our firstborn children. If you want to begin now, we can. But what's sex like on your planet? I don't want to be too surprised.

Alina: Huh?

Red Robin: You said my firstborn child; you didn’t specify who it had to be with.

Alina's green cheeks flushed a darker shade of green. Red Robin crossed his arms completely on board with having a half-alien child.

Red Robin: I tried to do this once before; it didn't work out. But this time, I’m getting me an alien baby!

Alina (flustered): Oh... Um, I didn’t mean it like that.

Konnor: You shook hands on it and never specified whose child, dumbass.

Alina: I… Nope, nope, count this as a freebie.

Red Robin: Come on! I got my boyfriend to agree to this. To be fair, he was on board without me even trying to convince him, but he said he's okay with it.

Alina: I don't want to carry a child. You were supposed to have it with a human woman and I don't care how attractive you are stay away!

With that, Alina scurried back to her spaceship, leaving Red Robin shrugging in confusion.

Bart: She wanted to be like Rumpelstiltskin, but underestimated you wanting a child.

Red Robin (pouting): I was kind of excited too.

Konnor: What is with you and half-human babies?

Red Robin (nonchalant): I read a lot of stories about humanoids and hybrids and wanted one. They’d be so cute, too, and I’d raise them to be a hero.

Konnor: You are a strange man, but that’s why we’re friends. Did Bear actually agree to that?

Red Robin: Yep, he wanted fifty-fifty custody. I thought she’d agree! Batman said it worked for him.

Nightwing (overhearing that): Batman said what?!

Red Robin: Her father called it off before they finished.

Nightwing (laughing): Oh my God! He said he got kicked out for breaking a vase in their castle.

[ametistacollinsworld]

✶ Uzi, N and V x Very strong! Human friend Reader hcs✶

My 67 request! YEAHHH- :D

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♥︎ Okay- It took me a while but here goes- Lol-

♥︎ First of all, how the hell did you get here and HOW ARE YOU ALIVE? Well, we can say that you were lucky to be the child of 2 very important scientists and you get to grow up on a spaceship in space! And there were plenty of supplies for you to live on even after the planet was destroyed by the explosion… (Hell yeah O-O)

♥︎ We can say that your arrival at Copper-9 wasn't the best… when you took your first steps out of your spaceship you already had a group of drones surrounding you, not very happy… at least the leader was much smaller than the other two, she.. didn't seem happy. You were already ready to fight the gremlin if necessary-

♥︎ Well- After some time of threats and negotiations between you guys… you surprisingly became friends! You must have some charisma points you didn't even know you had lol-

♥︎ Over time you got closer and you proved to them that you weren't a very ordinary human- I mean, you were very strong! You could carry V, N and Uzi without back problems- Like, how?-

♥︎ You would sometimes just take them individually in your arms bridal style, which would make them very embarrassed-

♥︎ Have you ever fought a drone disassembly with just your bare hands and won? They would be shocked- N would admire you even more if possible… V would definitely want to try and fight you for just fun just like Uzi Lol-

♥︎ You would definitely have "anime fights" with Uzi (GOKU-), where you would practice moves together to improve your defense and fighting movements.

♥︎ N would like to hang from your arms if you let him- Like a sloth or koala-

♥︎ Uzi would never admit it, but she absolutely loves it if you just picked her up and lifted her onto your shoulders for no reason. Just because- (Actually she likes to feel tall-)

♥︎ Absolutely lots of arm wrestling between you guys!!! Absolutely!! (Uzi could never beat you, but she would still try anyway lol-)

♥︎ Basically you and your drone buds would be a fun and dynamic combination to say the least. Xd

[clowns0cks]

I think it's really interesting how the master is a character you can describe as a constant bomb of emotions that can't regulate the way he feels cause he feels too much and it's also easier for him to open up, contrary to the doctor. Despite the doctor actually having friends he trusts and which he can count on and knows they are there for him, he represses everything. Keen on solving his problem on his own without anyone knowing he's struggling. Now I'm not saying the master doesn't repress how he feels. On the contrary, he represses A LOT. But not to others, not because he doesn't want others to know, but because he doesn't want to admit it to himself. Once he accepts he has a problem with something, everyone in the room is gonna know cause he's gonna make it EVERYONE'S problem. Listening to self-help gave me more perspective on this cause if the doctor found himself on like a therapy spaceship he would NEVER let anyone know he's struggling. He would insist he's fine and suppress anything he's feeling. The master on the other hand doesn't gaf. Those people want to help? Okay, why not, let's try, if it doesn't work he could always kill them. But he doesn't hesitate on opening up to these strangers and crying in front of them. He doesn't hide in any way to anyone the way he feels (except the things he still doesn't wanna acknowledge to himself). He's a fuse ready to blow at all times. He feels everything 100% more strongly than anyone and he doesn't care who knows. You could say "yeah he can make himself vulnerable because he knows he will kill those people in the end" except he didn't. He let them go. Once he admits to himself that he's feeling something (which is hard, as I said. He still hides things from himself, so this doesn't happen very often) the whole world is gonna know. He will set fire to everything and everyone who comes close

[sparrowlucero]

Hello sorry I am being shy and anon but do you have any advice for someone who wants to get into Doctor Who again after briefly dabbling (and enjoying it very much) in like the early, early 2010s? I know this is mostly your art blog but you were the only person I could think of to ask you're like the Doctor Who authority of blogs I follow

Oh yeah of course! People can be really confusing about this so I'll try not to be.

So first, the majority of doctor who episodes are self contained stories that you could just watch and understand perfectly without any further context. even when there is some overarching context it's usually written in a way that's either pretty easy to glean and/or just doesn't impact your understanding of the story. 99% of the episodes don't even care if you know the premise and are just like "what if some people were on a spaceship and the devil was there? wouldn't that be fucked up or what??". Don't feel like you have to binge a 60 years long show to watch it. Some standalone episodes I think are fun if you (or anyone else) just want to check out one or two:

The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances (A supposed-to-be-dead boy in a gas mask haunts a young woman in world war 2)

Blink (A woman gets wrapped up in a mystery involving statues that make people disappear. This one is especially good if you flat out know nothing about the show. Has some really great time travel stuff.)

A Christmas Carol (A christmas carol pastiche (of course) where the doctor tries to rewrite the past of a cruel man who's going to let a lot of people die. very sad and sweet. I love the "wintery planet with sky fish" setting of this one)

Vincent and the Doctor (The famous Vincent Van Gogh Episode™)

The Rings of Akhatan (A pretty lowkey little adventure story about an alien festival. has supreme autumn vibes)

Flatline (A species from a 2 dimensional world tries to break into our 3 dimensional one. really fun special effects)

Midnight (A tour bus breaks down on a diamond planet where nothing can survive. Something knocks at the door.)

Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead (The Doctor and friend go to a library that covers an entire planet and finds that everyone has disappeared. Has a lot of really great, interesting concepts baked into it that I won't spoil)

It Takes You Away (A girl is left alone in a cabin in the woods when her dad disappears through the mirror. Has a famously goofy ending that I really love)

73 Yards (A character is steps on a fairy circle and is followed by an old woman who always stands exactly 73 yards away)

The Devil's Chord (This doesn't really have, you know, a plot, but it does have jinkx monsoon as an evil music god)

Boom (The doctor steps on a landmine on an alien planet and cannot move)

Wild Blue Yonder (A two hander where the Doctor and co are trapped on a dilapidated spaceship at the edge of the universe. really atmospheric with some fun/strange visuals.)

That being said, it does add a lot to watch it in order; there's a lot of plot twists, character dynamics, and general payoff you get if you marathon it. I would personally recommend starting with either the first episode of the 2005 show ("Rose") or the first episode of the 2010 season ("The Eleventh Hour") and just watching in order from there. I think you could also start with "The Snowmen", "The Pilot", or "The Woman Who Fell To Earth" if you wanted, but the first two (especially rose) are the better jumping on points.

some other little notes of advice I don't often see people mention:

it's stupid sometimes just roll with it

once in a while the show sort of "reboots" with different writers, actors, directors, and a new tone. it's much more like watching several small shows than one long show, so don't be too put off by the length!

IMPORTANT: pretty much all streaming services will separate holiday/anniversary specials from the show proper and you have to deliberately search them up on the same service to find them. It's really necessary to be aware of this because many of these specials are the first or last episodes for characters/whole eras of the show and are genuinely unskippable. I strongly recommend looking up a list of the episodes and checking it after finales just to make sure you don't skip anything on accident.

there's two spin offs (Torchwood, a more adult (read: gay sex) show about a mysterious agency that solves sci fi crimes, and the Sarah Jane Adventures, a pretty good monster of the week kids show) that ran concurrently with season 1-4. You don't have to watch them to understand anything happening in doctor who, but sometimes they cross over with the show in fun ways, Ex. the first season finale of Torchwood continues directly into season 3 of Doctor Who. My friend and I got a kick out of watching them at the same time so maybe you will too. (either way I recommend watching "Children of Earth", the torchwood miniseries, if you want to see a weird dark sci fi show about the government making contact with aliens. It's a bit like arrival (2016) if it was way nastier.)

alternatively, you can inject fast acting brain poison into yourself with this

anyways I hope this all reads as, you know, more approachable than the way dudes on quora recommend this show:

[plapog]

Hi, now that I've caught your attention with arts, let me tell you about my AU called Star Tales

It follows the same premise, collect the 7 SFOTH swords and save Builderman! but now- it's in space!!

Explore the solar system! Find friends and foes floating in the abyss of the universe! Have epic battles with new weapons like hyperlasers and travel in spaceships and hoverboards! Everyone has their own little space helmets for their styles and designs too! Which the player could possibly interchange if you'd want to. Or maybe leave them without one, breaking all logic and reason!

Basically everything is the same but now your in space and the cities/towns are now planets, asteroids and other objects in the solar system. For example: Blackrock (and Roadtown) was a warm planet, nearest to Bizzville (the central planet), that with the influence of the Ice Dagger turned into the coldest ice planet in the system :3

Some folks would explore with you! At least for a short while, like Jim! Player would find him on the outskirts of the atmosphere of Blackrock's planet. Without his helmet! They'd help him by letting the accountant enter their mini spaceship gifted by Shedletsky and guiding him back to Roadtown!

Hmm what else? Oh!

HP will now more act like the amount of oxygen you have. It will deplete if your helmet gets too damaged and you'd pass out!

While SP are now star particles, little not visible to the naked eye things that make you feel more energised if you gather enough of them! (You could replenish your SP by finding starry items to consume or even SP cards out in the wild space!)

Every SFOTH sword will have its own designated area in the system. Some are on rocky planets like the Ice Dagger, Venomshank and Firebrand. Some are within gas planets like Windforce. Others may be in clusters of asteroids, moons or even a black hole!

Andddd that's all ! This was super fun to make and I sure hope no one made this already cuz that would be awkward... anyway, see yaaaa next few months when I remember to post!!

[zweigsangel]

strike a pose. — frat! boy chris.

pairing: frat! boy chris x fem! reader.

summary: the party takes an unexpected turn.

warnings: mentions of being high and drunk, no use of y/n.

i honestly don’t even know if i like this but whatever, hope you do!!

the music throbbed through the room, a pulsating rhythm that seemed to sync with the very beat of your heart as you danced with your friends at a party. the air was electric, the smell sweat, and alcohol mingling together. your short black dress clung to your figure, the soft fabric accentuating the curve of your hips as they swayed to the music. with one hand, you held a drink, the cool glass sweating against your palm, while your other arm was lifted high above your head, fingers loose. you were slightly tipsy, but you prided yourself on your ability to handle the alcohol well.

suddenly someone stumbled into you, nearly knocking you off balance. "hey, watch where the hell you're stepping," you shouted over the music as you spun around to face the offender.

the guy in front of you was taller than you. he was clearly high, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused, yet they managed to take you in from head to toe. a goofy smile played on his lips, and he let out a small, almost childish chuckle. his hair was messy, and he wore a backwards cap that seemed a little too big for his head, which he awkwardly adjusted with one hand. "sorry, sorry, i'm just a bit— sorry," he mumbled, his words slurring slightly, his apology repeated like a mantra.

you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him, his unsteady stance and the way he blinked slowly, like he was struggling to keep his eyes open. without thinking, you slipped an arm around his shoulders, steadying him when you noticed the way he swayed on his feet. "hey, you okay?" you asked, leaning in closer to make sure he could hear you over the booming music, taking in the smell of weed that hung around him.

he nodded, but it was a slow, almost lazy movement, his eyes fluttering open and closed a few times as if trying to focus. "doing great my girl.” he replied and your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "don’t think i’m your girl. i don’t even know who the fuck you are."

"christopher," he said, a bit more clearly this time. "but christopher sucks—so just chris." "okay, just chris," you said. "how ‘bout we sit down?"

so you both went to sit on one of the couches, away from the crowd dancing in the middle of the room. his arm draped over the back of the couch behind you, and he leaned in a bit closer, invading your personal space, but you didn’t mind. he was clearly out of it, probably unaware of how close he was getting. the noise of the party faded into the background as you began to talk.

you sipped your drink, the coolness of the glass a stark contrast to the warm atmosphere of the party. chris launched into a series of rambling stories and observations.

“i once had a dream where i was a giant marshmallow. and then i started eating myself. it was wild!” “you know, i’ve been thinking about how birds are like… secret agents.” “y’know that the earth is actually just a giant spaceship? think about it—we’re all just passengers on this huge, cosmic journey.”

and you would just nod along and laugh. and ignore how he called you ‘my girl’ after every sentence.

“girl, we need to go.” you turned to the voice of your friend, who grabbed your arm and pulled you up from the couch. you nodded and turned back to chris, who had already stood up, one hand on your shoulder for balance. “wait, let’s take a selfie,” he said, grinning. you giggled. “okay.” he pulled out his phone, and you both struck a pose as he pressed the white button on the screen, taking a photo that was surely going to be blurry. “my instagram is christopher dot sturniolo. can’t remember my number,” he shouted as your friend began to pull you away. you gave him a thumbs up, laughing, before disappearing into the crowd.

the next morning, you woke up around 11 a.m. after splashing some water on your face and drinking a glass of water, you lay back down on the bed and picked up your phone from the nightstand. you opened Instagram. “christopher dot sturniolo,” you whispered to yourself as you typed into the search bar. you clicked on the first profile that appeared, and it was him.

you began scrolling through his profile, pausing on a few photos and noticing details you hadn’t picked up on the night before. then you opened his story, and your eyes widened. there was the blurry selfie you’d taken together. above the photo, in large text, was written ‘me n my girl’

‘take it down, it’s hideous,’ you typed as a response to the story. within two minutes, you received a reply: ‘ur not hideous, my girl. ur just even more beautiful in person. when can i see you again?’

[ct-multifandom]

Big day for annoying people (me)

The two new eps of ML were good? Like wow it’s been great so far except ep 3 was comparatively a flop imo. Werepapas was so, idk, enticing lore-wise but I don’t have much to say that other people haven’t except that they’re clearly NOT neglecting past plot points, making the tone too silly goofy all the time, nor retconning important stuff like some people worried they would. We have been FED. I’m sure Felix is involved in that ring bs somehow, but idk if his intentions are pure or not.

Warning for the only salty thing I’m gonna say on this post: I’m so tired of going into the fandom tag and seeing people whining about “bad writing” problems that literally never happened based entirely on their own incorrect predictions they made up to make themselves mad. Ugh anyway. This post is gonna be about small details I latched onto in Daddycop!

We got to see glimpses of Sabrina and Max’s rooms this ep! Max’s room looks like a Star Trek spaceship but the books on his bookshelf are kinda giving those reference books at the library of like, archived government documents or research papers iykwim whereas the books in Alya’s room look like manga. An interesting thing I noticed in Sabrina’s room is that she has a line of framed certificates on the wall, maybe academic awards or something similar

Did they ever say if Markov can see Kaalki or not? I’m sure they will eventually but idk which option I like better. It’d be cute if they were friends but it’d be pretty funny if he had to watch Max talk to the secret floating ghost who lives with them now and not question it

List of things Sabrina dumps in the trash: yellow nail polish, the brooch Chloe gifted to her/bribed her with in season 1, the cat ear headband from her Chat Noir cosplay when she and Chloe were roleplaying as him and Ladybug in season 3, a beret, maybe the one Chloe tried to bribe her with in s1, Chloe-style sunglasses, a Queen Bee doll, a photo of them together in the old animation, and a mug/tumbler? Maybe a gift from her as well idk maybe they’re selling Queen Bee-themed Stanley cups over there.

:((((( Aw Sabrina nooo I hate seeing her so sad and the way she lied to her dad so he would think she’s happy and has friends

I think this might be the first time the show referred to Fire Captain Hessenpy by name?

Marinette’s scooter has the T+S logo on it and a sticker that says Boulangerie Paris

Between eps 2 and 4 I’m getting the sense that Sabrina uses Miss Hound as an escape kinda like CN where she feels like she can become instantly likeable, trustworthy, helpful, and useful through the inherent credibility of being a superhero. She has anonymity, can sort of start over on a blank slate, and is automatically implied to be a good person since Ladybug entrusted her. I’m guessing we’re gonna see more of that blank slate idea with other characters and what they’ll do with it, but it’s telling that Sabrina decides to transform to resolve people’s minor inconveniences, especially when she’s feeling bad about herself. It’s like she’s proving a point to herself but also giving herself something productive to do.

The GIRLS Ahhhhh let’s go lesbians

Noticing a clear absence of Alix. Ik the special implied she has to keep hiding in the burrow from Lila but she’s all normal-looking in the intro and they can’t shelve her forever. I feel like something is gonna change to make her be able to return.

^^^ ALSO she’s the only hero with zero design updates and my theory is that the purpose of that is so she can do contrived time nonsense like going back to earlier seasons and going forward without contradicting anything or revealing which time period she’s actually from

I gotta say the side character writing has progressively been better and better throughout the show. Atp they really feel like actual people with their own opinions and motivations. In the early days they felt more like lovable NPCs who talked occasionally but now they’re real characters? With free will? I feel like I just watched Pinocchio get turned into a real boy

The pro-healthy eating censorship/propaganda/whatever in this show is so funny omg. Juleka: I brought fruit tea Mylene: wow that’s so much better than the sugary soda we had last time LMAO. To balance out Rose holding a bag of popcorn they gave Zoe two burlap sacks full of oranges which tbf I’d rather snack on those during a movie than popcorn but still. I saw a vid recently about gravity falls adding random bowls of fruit next to characters eating junk food because they were getting flagged as promoting unhealthy habits. I keep thinking about that moment in Ikari Gozen when Mari asks Kagami out for “juice” when any normal teen would’ve said “coffee” like nope no caffeine in my good Christian miraculous

Love Kagami being a pretentious film nerd go hang out with Nino

RED ALERT YOU GUYS Mylene has an inclusive pride flag pin on her overall strap. Like the rainbow flag with the trans triangle and the black stripe. It’s not subtle or anything it’s just right there wow. Damn

The pin above it reminds me of Timebreaker’s logo. I wonder what some of these pins mean

Ok last season they seem to have established that Sabrina became friends with Marc and Nathaniel who were both explicit Sabrina Supporters since their akuma episodes, so it feels sort of convenient that they were written out of the narrative for this ep. I do see the whole Girl Squad thing and how she feels excluded when all the girls in the group hang out together without her, doing traditional girl things like movie night sleepovers, so I do think it’s totally valid. Her having absolutely zero friends is hyperbolized though.

On that note I have to wonder if the school might have several lunch periods because none of the male characters expect Adrien and Nino were there. Or maybe they just stage the scene with whoever is convenient. They might have flexible lunch schedules and all the other characters are off somewhere else.

Rose mentioned a girl whose name I didn’t recognize and after rewinding i can’t tell what she said. Aglie? New character? Maybe she’s that black girl with pink hair who was sitting with Adrien, Nino, and Sublime at lunch

KAGAMI AND ONDINE ARE CANONICALLY FRIENDS this is like the Superbowl for me. I’m so excited for Sleeping/Princess Syren I need to see her.

God the girls were so messy in that scene where they didn’t want to invite Sabrina lol I kinda love it I can’t even be mad

Zoe, your lab safety is atrocious. Not only are you taking your goggles off while still in the lab, but then you *leave the room* and *touch someone* with your gloves still on?! Diabolical. What are they even doing, soldering computer chips?

Marinette when I catch you Marinette

Roger’s relationship with Sabrina is actually so cute even though he’s kinda misguided as a person GOD when he’s on his way to console his crying daughter and Lila enters his mind space and he’s cradling his arms like he’s clearly seeing her as his baby 🥺 nobody talk to me

Alexa play I bet on losing dogs by mitski. Myyyy baby my baby…

We got a glimpse of the baddest bitch in Paris Xavier Ramier I’m so happy

Sabrina shapeshifted her necklace into a brooch. Huh. I guess you can just do that

The power of believing in herself allowed her to yassify her own character design into a cuter and more fashionable superhero! This is basically just like real life if you think about it

Her ball has a doggy nose on it awww

Lila telling Roger to turn around so she could back him up and fire the anti akuma was badass okay

I’m not sold on the loud ass makeup they have a lot of the characters wearing so I’m glad we got to see the girls with clean faces at the end there. Wow they look so normal! I’m also loving the pajama designs. I had to pause and look at all of them.

Zoe had to stop and hit Sabrina with that rizz stare to make sure Sabrina wouldn’t be coming up with any platonic explanations for her behavior

I never thought I’d say these words, but I think a love triangle between Sabrina, Zoe, and Max would be fun. Imagine Zoe is into Sabrina, Sabrina isn’t exactly catching the hint and sees Zoe as a really nice friend, Sabrina kinda likes Max, and Max is like damn these bitches gay. Good for them.

The end card is so baby omg

I TOLD YOU GUYS Sabrina was gonna get a makeover and people were like uH No iTs JUsT An aNimATioN eRroR oF a ScRApPEd DeSiGn girl why the hell would they leave a scrapped design in the intro, and there’s no way they would accidentally not notice that much less repeat it

Mark my words white haired Caprikid is not an error either he’s real and he’s gonna collect all the chaos emeralds to get that way

A new diabolical twink has hit the scene. Ray’s pompous ass immediately reminded me of Preminger from Barbie. He looks like he rides horses. Like he tells people he’s into sports but then you find out the sport is just horse riding. Immediately invested. Who is this diva. I want him to get hit by a bus.

Ooooo Zoe was up to some Delinquent Shit in America this is so juicy. I looove when suspiciously perfect characters get revealed to be secretly fucked up that’s the best. I’ve always loved those types of headcanons, that she was expelled from her last school and moved to a different country all of a sudden for her mom’s PR. If you think about it, that’s exactly what happened to Chloe damn. Daughter commits PR disaster, do zero parenting about it, relocate daughter far away to start over with little consequence! I wanna see some parallels. I feel like she made it sound like she moved because she was getting bullied at her old school, but what if that was a lie, or at least a partial lie? You know shit’s serious when the exposition is in the post-post-endcard scene

The pacing of these episodes has been satisfying compared to previous seasons, especially 5. They aren’t trying to shove too much in, but there’s still a lot happening and fiiiinally a nice mix of plot and fighting. I was getting irritated by how rushed a lot of the fights were last season like might as well just not have them at all

Late edit: back to the pajamas because I forgot to analyze them, I have noticed that Juleka’s pants have bats on them :) frickin bats. They also have like… a crescent moon with something sitting on it? idk what that is. It’s like a pattern of cute spooky Halloween imagery. But the pants and her black lace tank top versus Rose’s sparkly pink unicorn onesie is adorb.

Zoe has a yellow tank and seems to be wearing her usual leggings under running shorts um? Outside clothes in bed? And her pink slides give the whole thing a sans undertale vibe. Oh what the fuck why do the feet of her tights have individual toes lmao. The horror. I hate it.

I can’t tell what Mylene is wearing except a black t-shirt that might have something white on it. OMG EDIT 2 ITS IVAN’S T-SHIRT FROM HIS OLD DESIGN YOU GUYS SHES WEARING HER BF’S OLD BAND TEE AS PAJAMAS. This is headline news myvan nation. She has maybe pink shorts and her slippers look like Uggs.

Kagami’s silk pjs look luxurious. I love how her clothes this season went from just preppy to being very obviously EXPENSIVE like she’s blending in with the gang but she’s still clearly rich af.

Sabrina’s pjs are a classic set with her usual argyle pattern on them. 10/10 would give her a warm glass of milk and read her a bedtime story. I wonder what she needs eye drops for because she told Roger she needs to pack them.

Excited to see more yay! I love the little details. It’s kinda a bummer that Sabrina spent most of her hero focus ep sobbing but we ball (see what I did there) and the end was so cutesy. So excited to probably watch episode 11 before episode 6

[tillichan]

‘•.¸♡ Love Triangle Matchup for @imjustabeanie ♡¸.•’

The first time you and Caleb met was in the Museum in Linkon City. The both of you were the school students, who were there for excursion. Even though you two attended the same school, you did not cross paths with Caleb before. After the main part of the excursion came free time. And your classmates, as if on cue, rushed into the interactive zones to take pictures with wanderers. In the zone of space, you and Caleb were only ones left, sticking around to see the spaceships and planets. Being a very friendly person, Caleb approached you first and started a small talk. During your conversation, he said that he wanted to become a pilot and you shared that you want to study space. Becoming a pilot or hunter sounded exciting but your health prevented you form these professions. So your goal was to join the most cutting-edge research center in Skyhaven. And ironically Caleb wanted to join the aerospace institute which is located there as well. After this the two of you became close, bonding over common interests and goals. At first, you and Caleb just waved and greeted each other every time you two met. A little later, Caleb asked you to lunch and this situation began to repeat every day. Then the two of you started hanging out after school. It seemed as if Caleb slowly but surely became an important part of your life. But for him you weren't exactly a friend. It was not a secret for anyone that Caleb had a crush on you. The whole school was aware of it, because it was so obvious to them. Like this Caleb who rejected every single girl in school followed you wherever you go looking at you with such a yearning these days. It's almost impossible to ignore and not that Caleb tried to hide his feelings for you, but you had not a clue about it.

Classmate A: Hey, Caleb, how's it going? Caleb is looking at you, he's not even listening. Classmate B: Leave him, he is too busy yearning.

Caleb confessed to you when he realized that you were not aware of his feelings. Even though he tasted the water and dropped hints here or there, you just ignored it. So the confession was the best way to let you know about it, right? This happened when Caleb and you hung out at his house, baking together and playing video games. After another loss, Caleb turned to you. Suddenly his face got very serious. He was honest and straightforward with you about his feelings. "I like you. I have been for a while now. You don't have to answer right now, but I would be very happy if you give me a chance".

• You were honest with him and answered that you can give him a chance but you need some time to see if you can develop feelings. Much to the surprise of you Caleb was more than satisfied with your answer. "Then I must make a special effort to make you like me". Spoiler: his efforts bear fruit. My congratulations, you're the Hottest Couple of Skyhaven. • HE. IS. SO. DOWN. BAD. Oh my God, it's not even funny. • Caleb absolutely adores the every single part of you. He loves when you bite your lips out. He finds this very cute and all he wants is to kiss you just one more time. Or maybe two? But who are we kidding? When it comes to you, once is never enough. He likes when you acts flirty around him. Caleb hides his feelings well and flirts you back, but he is so flustered inside. Like his heart is about to jump out. He loves when you steal his his clothes. You look so adorable in his clothes, it makes Caleb go crazy. • The two of you almost never argue. Caleb are not over-sensitive, he's loving and understanding. The main desire of this guy is to make you happy. He understands you without words. He cherishes every piece of love and affection you give him. He does not press on you, you can just be yourself around him. No need to open up if you don't want. Caleb just let you know that he is there for you and you can rely on him. And if you're in a bad mood? He does his best to cheer you up! • Caleb adores your gifts! Every single one of them. Even if this is something like girl's hair clip he'll wear this with pride. And if someone makes an inappropriate comment about it? Oh, no mercy. "My girlfriend gave me this. Any problems?". Caleb, dear, calm down a bit, this person already imposed pants. • He makes you feel loved and wanted every single day, every single minute. Caleb protects you a lot. Of course, he knows that you can handle yourself, but he just can't stay out of it. Anyone who hurts you will go on a fascinating trip to Deepspace Tunnel. A one way trip, without spaceship and spacesuit. • It doesn't mean that Caleb underestimates you. No, it's quite the opposite. He feels great respect and admiration for you. You're just so cool and charismatic! Every time you show him your competitive side, prove your point or just tease someone, Caleb is just "oh, yes, this's my girl". • Caleb is an amazing housewife. Your room and home are super clean because of him. • The two of you spend your time together reading books, playing video games You always beat Caleb. You're so good at it. He doesn't even have to throw a game, baking and cooking together, spending lazy days cuddling, doing sports or studying space. Caleb is more than ready to do whatever you want because he just wants to spend more time with you.

Ship Tropes

• the most popular guy at school (him) is head over heels about cold and distant girl (you) • friends to lovers • possessive and overprotective type (him) x the chillest type (you)

Sylus is your secret admirer. The two of you have newer met face-to-face, you're even unaware of his existence. But Sylus, oh, he knows you. There's no greater entertainment than observing your actions through Mephisto. When and how did it start? Oh, it's a very interesting story! The main cause of your frequent illness is your unique power of which you're unaware. But this power attracted the attention of Ever and the 109 Zone who opened the hunt for you. One day a thug from 109 Zone attempted to kidnap you. The very unsuccessful attempt. They stopped their car next to you and jokingly invited you to go for a spin. Imagine what was their surprise, when you agreed and got into their car. Their face said, "Wait, really? That easy?". But they were waited by disappointment. At first, you almost strangle them and then tried to trow them out of the car. Caleb later arrived and the 109 Zone was one resident fewer. Observing this scene Sylus chuckled. First time he has enjoyed something in a long time. Since then Sylus started watching you through Mephisto, admiring your cool, badass and sarcastic personality. You were a damn queen in his eyes. Not that he actually plans to meet you in real life or talk to you. But maybe, one day, who knows.