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[majorproblems77]

LU Update! So welcome back to the analysis corner with me!

We have another LU update! Called Moving forward we see the heroes leave the town and make their way to the location that Sky found. With learning a little more about the team as a whole.

With 10 pages there's a lot of information to work through so I hope you are sitting comfortably

As always Linked universe (LU) belongs to @linkeduniverse and Jojo, I own none of the pictures I'm using and please give the original post some love. It's very well done and I love this comic so much.

You can find the comic here!

And as always there are spoilers abound for the most recent update!

Now sit back, grab some water and snacks and let's do this!

So before we get started im just gonna say that the brain cell is pinging around this lot so much that I'm bound to miss some stuff. But I shall try my best to get everything I wanna say said.

It was only some of you, captain, dont forget that.

(Oblatory look at my blorbo picture, he's so sweet. Blorbo blorbo blorbo)

Okay I'll behave this time

(No i won't)

I can understand the concern from the captain, as a captain from the army during a time of war secrets are dangerous. He's probably thinking if Twilight has concealed this what else has he concealed.

And then we get snarky wars again

I missed the snarky captain, he's wonderful.

Also the line about double duty, Come on captain, you know full well that patrol is an important part of a group dynamic like this.

This also confirms that the group have had encounters with monsters outside of what we've seen. As the line from wars about missing fights implies that they've fought a bunch of stuff. But we've only really seen wolfie in a fight back in the sunset arc.

Twilight fondly mentioning Midna, I'm so proud of him.

These two are the goddamn brothers ever and I love them dearly. Also, the knowledge we are about to be given about how this works is very exciting.

The brothers ever

All of them

Twilight thinking Wild had more than two brain cells. I love him. And the hug? The hug gives me life.

Also the captain, the captain is a point to talk about here. This feels like an accusatory sentence. The "You dont say?"

Me trying to figure out how time travel works in LU.

Legend, why are you so grumpy about this? Like he looks angry to hear this.

Four thinking about the implications of this sentence. I can literally hear the brain cell bouncing as it pings from hero to hero as they try to figure out this time travel thing.

Wind is a small bean as well look at him. The youngest I love the eyes.

Ahh, so thats the explanation. A spirit wolf that helped guide him on his journey which he trusted so much that he thought that the wolf he saw here was just another spirit until twi changed in front of him.

But this line from him is so sad. "Right after my resurrection" and "we both would have known the grave." This feels like as a person wild is at peace with it but doesn't want others to have to go through what he did. He's a chill dude and i love him for that to be honest.

Meanwhile, my blorbo Sky is out here trying to get actual work done. This is 10/10 the sksw dousing experience if you've not played it. You just swing the sword around while it pings at you until you eventually find what you are looking for.

Fi is trying her best.

Lads all of you need to remember that not all of you have had things that perform transformation magic. Im surprised (But also not surprised) That Time doesn't have anything to say about this. Like my man has used a tone of different transformation masks that change him into various different things and has one that turns him into a god.

The magic users ganging up on the non-magic users, like please behave.

Ahh Time, Time is the disappointed old man that has to coral a bunch of kids. And Wild is like the most kid of them all. (Tell me why I'd love to know! :D) (Which makes sense if we take LU to be at most a few months after the end of his game. Wild would be 18 at most.)

the sort of conversation you dont want to involve yourself in Time trust me on this one.

JUST SOME GUY WILD JUST DESTROYED TWILIGHT OKAY RIP

Feels bad for twi man he earned that title and to have it reduced to just some guy.

Wild is gonna get told off by Time if he ain't careful, that's his blood descendant right there and we all know he has a soft spot for him.

This is important, because I'm pretty sure most of them did at one point.

Another thing that appears to be a constant amongst the team is the need to conceal an identity. Either from them or them to others.

I'm not versed in all of their games so I can't go into full details but these guys ain't the only ones. Pretty much all of them have. The spirit of courage does love secrets, doesn't it?

Thats my blorbo and he's so sad help he

Blorbo blorbo blorbo

Give him a hug and reboot Fi and it'll be fine.

To echo the words of Time.

Curious.

Now this depends on what exactly Sky was dousing, was he dousing the portal, the helmet outside the portal? The postman even?

My money is on the helmet outside the portal, so that Dink came back into this timeline to retrieve it before leaving. But I may be incorrect on that account because Fi is able to track people as well as objects (Sksw would often have you tracking Zelda directly)

OHHHH

I was wondering how they were going to do it. But with Twilight able to track it they'll be able to use a combination of dousing and him sniffing out Dink's scent to be able to find him no matter where he might be.

It's so distinct, twilight you know by saying that you're gonna have some of these guys asking questions. Just wait for the next campfire story time it's gonna come up.

I can see Wind and Twilight having a conversation like this.

"What does Dink smell like?" "What?" "You heard me."

Oh he's so excited look at him!

Oh four.

I wonder if we are gonna have a four and Twilight conversation about this, with four's past he's understandably worried about the use of dark magic in one of his friends.

Oh come on legend lighten up, the child has never seen something like this before.

I'm glad Hyrule is coming in for his defence and all but 5 minutes ago Hyrule you were with Legend and saying to Wild that there's a load of items that do it.

Why is wind just so wonderful?

Look at him go!

Thats gotta be Wind, He's been so excited about this I can't see it being anyone else.

Bark Bark!

Wolfie beloved.

Im here for more brotherly content from the team, they are wonderful.

Now lets go find us a Lizard, or iron knuckle or whatever he transforms into next.

And thats all from me! I loved this update and there was so much to unpack I know I've missed stuff! But I hope you enjoyed it! :)

(Also apologies for spelling mistakes I'm sick rn but wanted to get this done)

Have a great day!

[cigarettesuga]

꒰꒰⠀⠀⠀too good at pretending.⠀✸⠀(⠀ myg ⠀)

pairing: idol!fwb!yoongi x producer!fem!reader

genre: smut, slow-burn tension, hidden feelings, late-night studio rendezvous, slice of chaotic intimacy, mutual pining masked as indifference

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), fingering, teasing, rough sex, oral tension, light dom!yoongi, semi-public sex, dirty talk, marking, overstimulation, slightly possessive behavior, soft aftercare if you squint, mutual denial of romantic feelings, mention of work-stress/mental fatigue, they’re both bad at feelings but good at sex

word count: 4.3 k

summary: it’s after midnight in a nearly-empty hybe building, and she’s still buried in deadlines and demos, jaw clenched and hands in her hair — until the only person who knows her chaos in silence shows up, just as worn out and just as emotionally unavailable. but when yoongi finds her in studio 3A, looking like she hasn't slept and biting down on her own frustration, the air shifts. and when he pulls her into his lap and tells her to be quiet if she doesn’t want the whole floor hearing — neither of them is thinking about feelings. only about relief. except everyone knows — even if they don’t say it out loud — they’re already each other's. just too damn stubborn to admit it.

lu's note: hey there i just wanted to pop up and say that requests are open, i'm on a writing spree and hopefully i'll update more regularly now that i'm almost done with the semester. i'd like to know if you want to see something abt any of the guys... just send a whisper ;)

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the building's nearly dead.

just the low hum of fluorescent lights and the distant echo of someone vacuuming in another hallway. most people had cleared out hours ago — normal people, anyway. the ones with boundaries. sleep schedules. lives.

but not them.

yoongi stretches his neck as he turns the last corner, a paper cup of half-warm coffee in his hand, and there she is.

exactly where he figured she’d be.

her back’s to him, shoulders tense, hands tangled in her hair like she’s trying to physically pull inspiration from her skull. he watches her for a second before saying anything — mostly because it’s kind of fascinating, the way her frustration makes him want to smile. not in a cruel way. more like... fuck, of course it's her. of course she's making herself crazy over something that probably already sounds better than half the shit on the charts right now.

he leans against the doorframe. takes a sip.

“you know you’re not getting paid overtime for this, right?”

she doesn’t jump. just groans without turning around. “don’t start, yoongi. not tonight.”

he chuckles, low and quiet. walks in.

“been trying to reach you.”

his voice is softer now, casual, like this isn’t the third time he’s walked past her empty studio earlier, pretending he wasn’t checking in. “thought maybe you finally ran off to join that noise-pop cult you keep threatening me with.”

“almost did,” she mutters, fingers flying over her keyboard. “but then this demo started sounding like a crime against humanity and i couldn’t leave it like that.”

he settles into the chair beside hers — not close enough to touch, but close enough to be there.

his usual spot.

“play it.”

she hesitates, chewing her lip, and for a second he thinks she’ll argue. but she presses spacebar and leans back, arms crossed.

the track fills the room — unpolished, raw, still bleeding at the edges. but there’s something real in it, something aching and sharp.

and he knows her well enough to hear the exhaustion between the beats.

the trying too hard.

it ends. silence settles.

he nods once. slow.

“doesn’t suck.”

she scoffs. “great. can’t wait to put that on the album review.”

his smirk twitches. “i mean. it doesn’t suck as much as i expected, considering you’re trying to mix in what sounds like a dying printer.”

her mouth drops open in fake offense, and he can’t help it — the corner of his lip lifts again, amused.

this. this is why he came. not because he needed to hear the track. not because he didn’t trust she’d get it done.

but because she looks like a goddamn hurricane when she’s like this, all untamed and brilliant and so deep in her head that it scares him a little.

and he knows the world doesn’t always get the calmer version of her. the one that leans into the quiet. the one that lets herself just be.

but she gives him that version. even when she’s falling apart. especially then.

“take a break,” he says gently, pushing the coffee toward her. “you’re spiraling.”

she looks at the cup, then at him.

and for just a second — just one — her eyes soften.

but then she rolls them. “you’re annoying.”

“you like it.”

“unfortunately.”

he doesn’t say anything to that. just sits there beside her, letting the silence stretch, letting her know she’s not alone — that even when she forgets how to breathe, he remembers. for both of them.

the moment’s quiet.

too quiet for how fast his pulse is moving.

he watches the way her shoulders rise and fall — clipped, uneven — like she’s trying not to fall apart, like holding herself still is the only thing keeping her from unraveling right there in the middle of waveforms and midi tracks. and that shouldn’t do anything to him. he tells himself that every single time.

but fuck, there’s something about seeing her like this — worn down, raw around the edges, still fighting anyway — that guts him more than he’ll ever admit out loud.

he takes a step closer.

then another.

and when he’s close enough to feel the heat of her back through her hoodie, he bends a little, eyes on the crown of her head.

presses his lips there — soft, brief. a barely-there kiss that shouldn’t mean anything but always does.

her hand twitches on the mouse.

he pretends not to notice.

instead, he lets his hands find her arms, slow and easy, fingers tracing lightly from her elbows to her shoulders and back again. not squeezing, not rushing — just being there. reminding her she’s not in this alone, not tonight. maybe not ever, even if neither of them will dare say it.

his mouth finds her hair again, this time to whisper, low and amused, “you keep this up and you’re not getting anywhere with the song.”

her breath stutters — a soft exhale.

and she leans back the tiniest bit, like her body knows something her pride won’t admit.

“maybe,” she says, voice quieter now, “i just need to relax…”

he hums, and it comes out more like a growl than a laugh.

his thumbs drag slow circles into her arms now, a little firmer.

not suggestive — not yet — just intentional.

“yeah?” he murmurs, mouth still ghosting against her hair. “you want help with that?”

there’s a pause. one of those heavy ones, where a whole universe of unsaid things pass between two people who keep pretending they don’t care.

she doesn't say yes.

she doesn't have to.

her body shifts back into him, barely-there contact that might as well be a plea. her eyes stay on the screen, like she’s still pretending this is about the music — like the way her thighs press together slightly isn’t an answer in itself.

he leans closer, lips a whisper away from her ear.

“say the word.”

his voice is lower now. soft, rough, dangerous.

and god, if she says it?

he’ll make her forget what stress even feels like.

her hands on his hips feel deceptively casual — light, teasing — but he feels the tremor beneath her fingertips. the tension riding up her spine even though her voice comes out cool, steady.

"you know i’ll say yes, right?"

he looks down at her, lips quirking into that crooked half-smile — the one that always makes her roll her eyes like she’s not secretly addicted to it.

"yeah," he murmurs, brushing his thumb over the top of her arm. "but consent is sexy. and i’m nothing if not respectful."

her laugh is soft, almost a sigh, but her eyes never leave the screen, like it’s some kind of anchor. or maybe a shield.

he knows how much she hates vulnerability.

knows how much she hides behind work.

but when she leans into him like that — trusting him, choosing him — it undoes something in his chest every single time.

"c’mon," she says, still in that whisper, glancing toward the studio door. "we can’t take too long… we don’t know who’s still on this floor."

and he wants to say, let them fucking hear,

but instead, he lets her guide him — lets her take control the way she always does when she needs to feel like she’s not drowning.

her hand slips into his, fingers cold from hours on the mouse, and he follows as she leads him toward the tiny couch in the corner of the room, worn down from too many late-night naps and occasional power plays like this.

he sits down first, legs open, arms resting on the back of the couch like he’s not already burning for her.

she stands in front of him, hair messy, hoodie half-zipped, pupils dark and pulled — and it takes everything in him not to reach for her right away.

but he doesn’t have to.

because she climbs onto his lap with no hesitation, knees bracketing his thighs, arms sliding around his neck like she’s done it a hundred times — like it’s muscle memory now.

and maybe it is.

he exhales, hands settling low on her waist as she leans in, their foreheads brushing for a moment. a charged pause.

“you good?” he asks, voice barely there.

her mouth tilts into a smirk that doesn’t reach her eyes — not yet — and then she kisses him.

it starts slow, all lips and warmth and quiet desperation. not rushed. not rough.

like they’re trying to remind each other that even in chaos, this is the one place they always come back to.

his fingers press into her back, her hips roll into his without even meaning to, and the tension between them unravels thread by thread.

her hands are in his hair now, tugging, anchoring herself as their mouths move together in sync — and he swears she tastes like frustration and espresso and whatever scent drives him fucking insane every time she walks past him in a hallway.

somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears the vacuum whir down the hall again. a reminder of where they are. who they aren’t supposed to be.

but it doesn’t matter right now.

not when she’s sighing into his mouth like this.

not when she’s melting into his chest like maybe she’s tired of holding the whole world up by herself.

he kisses her deeper — just once — before pulling back just enough to whisper against her lips,

“five minutes.”

she breathes a laugh, breathy and wrecked.

“we’re gonna need at least ten.”

his fingers curl into the waistband of her sweatpants, slow and deliberate — a quiet warning and a promise all in one. the fabric bunches beneath his grip, and he tugs just enough for her to feel it, to know what’s coming next.

but then —

the vacuum hums closer, louder, just outside the door.

they both freeze.

he leans in, lips brushing her ear now, voice low enough to blend with the rumble in the hall.

“you’ll have to be real quiet if you don’t wanna get caught, pretty girl.”

his voice does that thing to her — that husky drop, the weight of intention threading through every syllable. she shifts against him, hips tilting just slightly like her body’s answering before she can think, and that’s all he needs.

he helps her out of the sweatpants — slow and careful, keeping her steady as she steps out of them one leg at a time. it’s practiced, familiar, intimate in a way that makes the air in the room shift.

and then she’s back in his lap, straddling him again, bare thighs brushing denim, skin against skin with only a whisper of lace in between.

her hoodie’s still on. her converse are still on — something about that is stupidly hot, chaotic and casual like everything about her.

his hands trail up her thighs, thumbs skating along the edge of her underwear, a slow tease that makes her bite her bottom lip.

he leans back just enough to take her in — flushed cheeks, messy hair, mouth slightly parted, and that signature don’t fall for me look in her eyes that he knows is all smoke and mirrors.

“lace, huh?” he murmurs, fingertips brushing just under the hem of her panties. “you really didn’t plan on finishing that demo tonight.”

her nails dig into his shoulders in response — not enough to hurt, just enough to say shut up and keep going.

he grins, letting one hand slip up her hoodie, dragging his palm along warm skin, the curve of her waist.

“we’re on a clock, baby,” he whispers, thumb circling higher now, just barely grazing. “think you can stay quiet for me?”

and yeah, he says it like a challenge.

like he already knows she’s not gonna make it easy.

her breath catches — barely audible but unmistakable — as his thumb draws slow, lazy circles over lace. there’s nothing rushed about him, no urgency in the way he touches her. just quiet control. patience that only makes it worse.

or better.

depending on how you look at it.

she shivers under his hand, biting her lip so hard it might leave a mark, trying to keep it together even though her thighs are already trembling around his.

he smirks against the crook of her jaw, amused and maddeningly calm, as if they aren’t one thin wall away from getting caught, as if she isn’t already this undone and he’s barely even touched her.

“you’re shaking,” he whispers, breath hot against her skin. “and i haven’t even done anything yet.”

then his fingers slip under the lace — slow, deliberate — and she gasps, soft and sharp, her hands grabbing at his shoulders like they’re the only solid thing in the room.

he grins, lips brushing her cheek.

“uh-uh,” he murmurs, nudging his nose along her jaw. “remember what i said.”

she nods, swallowing hard, eyes glassy and unfocused.

and that’s when he guides her hand.

takes her wrist gently and brings it down, pressing her palm over his own hand, over the fingers teasing slow, torturous circles just where she needs them most.

“use my fingers,” he whispers, low and rough. “you know what you like.”

and she does.

her hand trembles as she starts to move — guiding him, hips rocking in quiet desperation. it’s messy, it's intimate, and so fucking real.

he lets her take control, but never lets go — his other hand pressing firm at the base of her spine, grounding her, holding her there, reminding her that she’s safe, she’s seen, she’s his — even if they’ll never say it.

every breath she exhales into his neck sounds like a confession.

every roll of her hips says i need you louder than words ever could.

and yoongi, voice barely audible, lips pressed to the shell of her ear, breathes out the one thing he knows will wreck her:

“that’s it, pretty girl. just like that.”

his breath is hot against her skin — ragged now, catching with every sound she makes, every tiny gasp she tries to swallow back like it’s not unraveling him completely.

his fingers move slower, deeper. stretching her gently, curling just enough to make her spine arch into him. he knows her body by now — every twitch, every soft curse under her breath, every time she presses her mouth to his shoulder to keep from moaning too loud.

she’s trying to be good. to be quiet.

and he’s not making it easy.

“so fuckin’ wet for me already,” he murmurs into her ear, voice low and dark and laced with a smile she can feel. “this what you needed, huh? not a break. just my fingers inside you while the whole building’s still awake.”

his lips trail down her neck, open-mouthed kisses that go from soft to claiming real quick — he sucks just under her jaw, enough pressure to leave a mark that won’t fade by morning. something she’ll complain about later with a smirk, trying to act like she’s mad, like she doesn’t love it.

she whimpers — the sound small and stifled, but there — and his teeth graze her skin right after.

“shh…” he soothes, lips brushing the red bloom he just left behind. “you’re doing so good, baby. so fuckin’ pretty like this, falling apart on my lap, hoodie on, shoes still on — god, you’re such a mess for me.”

his fingers stretch deeper now, his rhythm steady but ruthless — working her open while his free hand tightens on her hip, pulling her flush against him, letting her feel just how hard he is under her.

“you feel that?” he breathes out, grinding her down a little. “feel what you do to me?”

she nods, desperate, mouth parted and gasping — but he doesn’t stop.

he can’t.

not when she’s trembling like this, thighs twitching, hands clawing at his shoulders, his name falling off her lips in broken whispers she probably doesn’t even realize she’s saying.

not when she’s losing herself and still trying to hold it together, still trying to not moan loud enough to echo down the hall.

he kisses her collarbone, trailing down with slow reverence before whispering against her skin — filth laced in affection:

“come for me, pretty girl. be quiet if you can… but fuck, don’t hold back on my account.”

she’s trembling in his lap now — her entire body shivering with the aftermath of it, hips stuttering as she rides it out against his hand, making a mess all over his fingers, on his jeans, like she’s got nothing left to give.

but the way she’s gasping his name, barely even trying to be quiet anymore, the way her hands are still gripping his shirt like she’s starving — that’s when he knows.

she’s not done.

not even close.

"yoongi," she breathes, voice wrecked, pleading, pulling at his shirt now like she’ll unravel if he doesn’t do something now.

he kisses her jaw, quick, and helps her up without a word, hands strong and steady under her thighs as she finds her footing again, legs shaky, lips kiss-bitten and slightly parted.

“c’mon,” he says, voice low, firm, laced with need so thick it’s almost a growl. he turns her gently, guides her to lean over the back of the couch, her knees sinking into the worn cushions — and fuck, the sight of her like that?

it nearly undoes him.

she pulls off the hoodie in one smooth motion, tossing it somewhere behind her, hair falling wild and messy down her back. the black lace underwear’s still clinging to her thighs, barely pushed down, an afterthought now — and something about it makes his brain short-circuit.

he stands behind her, hands trailing down her spine, over the soft slope of her hips.

he could tease. he wants to tease.

but not now.

not when she’s already shaking for him, not when she’s arching her back just right, looking over her shoulder with that desperate, wrecked little expression that makes his cock twitch against his zipper.

he leans in, one hand sliding up her back, pressing down between her shoulder blades.

“you want it like this?” he whispers against her ear, hot and low.

she nods, frantic.

he barely tugs the underwear any further, just enough to expose her, to have her. he likes the way it looks bunched on her thighs, messy and rushed, like they never really had the patience to undress properly.

like they never do.

then he undoes his belt, the quiet clink loud in the stillness of the studio.

and just before he sinks into her, he leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of her spine, and mutters — low and reverent — like she’s the only thing he believes in,

“let me take care of you.”

his hands are rough now, no more of that slow build-up — it’s fast, all heat and urgency, all of it fueled by the risk, by how easy it would be for someone to walk by and hear the unmistakable sounds slipping out from under the door.

his fingers dig into the swell of her ass, spreading her open, thumbs pressing into skin like he owns it. he squeezes, slaps once — quick and sharp — just to watch her jolt forward on instinct, breath catching as she reaches for something to bite down on.

she grabs the old throw blanket folded lazily on the armrest — some gifted merch no one ever uses — and she sinks her teeth into it, moaning into the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping her from getting caught.

yoongi’s head falls back for a second at the sight of her like this — needy and wrecked and his, half-naked with her shoes still on, knees digging into a couch they’ve both crashed on too many times.

and he’s fast now. fucking into her like it’s the only thing tethering him to reality, low groans escaping his throat every time she clenches around him, every time her hips grind back like she’s just as desperate.

“look at you,” he pants, leaning in close, chest to her back. his hand tangles in her hair, not too hard, just enough to pull her head back so he can get to her ear, mouth brushing the shell of it. “biting that blanket like you don’t want the whole damn building to know how good i’m fucking you.”

she moans louder at that — muffled but loud — like the filth in his voice is winding her tighter.

“so fuckin’ needy,” he whispers, hips snapping into her, rhythm relentless. “you were practically begging for it, weren’t you? making a mess all over my hand, whining in my lap like a pretty little slut…”

he kisses the corner of her jaw, slow and messy.

"you think they’d still respect you if they saw you like this? bent over, drooling into a blanket while i fuck you stupid?"

her whole body shudders at that — hips twitching, back arching — and he grins, breathless.

“didn’t think so,” he murmurs, voice like velvet and smoke. “now be good, baby. stay quiet, take it all — and don’t you dare cum until i say so.”

yoongi swears under his breath, voice low and ragged, eyes locked on the slick, messy glide of her body swallowing him whole — over and over again. the mess she’s making of him, of herself, of the damn couch cushions. it’s obscene. it’s art.

he can’t look away.

the way her thighs tremble.

the slick sounds echoing in the tiny studio.

the blanket still caught between her teeth, now damp with spit and moans she’s too scared to let out.

it’s almost too much — almost.

he slows suddenly, pulls out with a slow drag that makes her gasp and arch back instinctively, trying to chase the friction.

but he’s already palming himself, thick and flushed and dripping — dragging the head of his cock right against her swollen clit.

“yoongi—” she breathes, voice high and strung out, hips bucking back, needing more — needing anything.

he grins, lazily, running himself along her, smearing her wetness in tight little circles. messy, filthy pressure, just enough to make her legs shake.

“fuck, look at this,” he groans, thumbing her open again just to see the way she twitches. “you’re so wet for me, pretty girl. making a goddamn mess all over my cock, and i haven’t even finished with you yet.”

he pushes in just the tip — enough to make her cry out into the blanket — and pulls back again to rub slow circles against her clit, dragging the head across her like he’s trying to brand her with it.

“you like that?” he murmurs, watching her hips try to press back into him. “like how it feels when i tease you like this? you want more?”

she nods desperately, a muffled please slipping out around the fabric in her mouth, and it’s so sweet, so fucking perfect, it makes his grip on her hair tighten just a little.

“you’re gonna lose your mind if i don’t give it to you, huh?” he growls, circling her clit again, wet and hot and just enough to make her shake. “but i like watching you fall apart like this. so messy, so loud without even saying a word.”

he leans in close again, lips ghosting over her ear, voice lower than before — dangerous.

“keep that blanket right there, baby. ‘cause when i finally fuck you again… you’re gonna need something to scream into.”

he can feel it building — low in his spine, thick in his blood, the kind of tension that’s impossible to slow down once it starts burning through his veins. she’s soaked, her thighs trembling against his, back arching every time he drags himself over that perfect spot, and he’s dangerously close to losing it.

he pulls her up gently, not because he wants to be sweet — though he is, in his own way — but because he needs a better angle. needs to see her face, her wrecked little expressions. needs to feel her falling apart with him.

“come here,” he mutters, helping her shift, guiding her down onto her side, her legs curling slightly as he lays behind her. he hooks one arm under her knee, holding it up to keep her open, the other snaking around her waist to pull her flush against him.

and then he’s back inside her — deeper like this, slower for a second, but heavier, more intense.

“fuck, baby,” he grits, mouth pressed to the back of her neck, teeth grazing skin. “you’re so tight like this… you were made for this.”

she lets out a breathy, muffled moan — lips parted, eyes fluttering — and it’s so much, the intimacy, the sweat, the quiet gasps between them. the danger of getting caught still sharp in the background, echoing with every thrust.

he’s close — too close — and when she reaches behind her, fingers barely brushing his hip like she’s trying to pull him even deeper, that’s what does it.

“shit—” he groans, deep and rough, burying his face in her shoulder as he pulls out quickly, hand wrapping around himself.

in just a few rough strokes, he’s coming hard — hot and messy, thick spurts landing right across the black lace of her underwear still tangled around her thighs. he pants against her, forehead pressed to her back, hand steadying himself against her hip as the tremors run through him.

“fuck,” he whispers, breathless. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

they’re still tangled like that — her on her side, flushed and slick, his cum cooling on her thighs and lace — when a knock slices through the air.

sharp.

loud.

too real.

they both freeze.

she shoots him a wide-eyed look over her shoulder, and yoongi curses under his breath as he scrambles for her hoodie, tossing it over her bare chest while trying to zip himself up with one hand.

“(y/n)-ssi?” a voice calls politely from the hallway. a young male staffer, probably an intern. “i was told to remind you about the morning meeting. they asked if you could check your email before you leave.”

yoongi presses a finger to his lips, mouthing don’t laugh when she lets out a wheeze and nearly chokes on it, face buried in the blanket again.

“thanks!” she croaks out after a second, voice not nearly as steady as she wants it to be. “i’ll check in a bit!”

silence. footsteps retreat. door remains mercifully shut.

yoongi leans down, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, voice smug and low and just as wrecked as she is.

“you owe me a new pair of jeans,” he murmurs.

“and maybe a warning next time you decide to look that fuckable in sweatpants.”

-quietly always, cigarettesuga.

[majorproblems77]

Sky my beloved boy! I love him, sleepy child my sweet sweet son.

Sky is so frickin cute in this update

Just a confused little guy

[the-au-collector]

Central Room Part 2 Thoughts

As always—my thoughts about the most recent LU update! And I’ve got a lot of them!

Anyways! I can feel the tension brewing. Wild and Four both get that Twi can handle himself but Time is absolutely terrified of anything going wrong. I don’t see this going downhill at all noooo

Now we know how many groups they’re splitting into! Who wants to make their guess on who gets paired with who???

I just want to appreciate Wars showing off his own skills. He doesn’t know dungeons but he knows how to lead.

I also want to make a quick aside for Wars, once again, pointing out that they could get cornered and bigger groups being detrimental to each other. Feels like foreshadowing.

Dungeon experts

RIP their boomerangs I’m sure they’ll find them later

That’s it this is going to be my new profile picture

Hyrule recognizing that Wild is the best climber. Also I love their faces!

Dad Time. Dad Time. Dad Time.

He is so so wound up right now poor guy. He’s going to explode soon.

Credit to @linkeduniverse for Central Room part 2!!!!

[yeslikethewizard]

【 all to myself, chapter 11 update!】

LINK: Chapter 11 - i thought you wanted me FANDOM: The Scum Villain’s Self Saving System RATING: E - be mindful of the rating change! full tags on AO3 PAIRINGS: Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu/Luo Binghe, One sided SQQ’s harem hopelessly in love with him

SUMMARY:

After making it to Jin Lan City to aid his martial brothers in curing a strange plague, Shen Qingqiu stumbles his way directly into a curse of his own. The fates have chosen a life to tie to Shen Qingqiu’s own—and of course it would be tied to the early arriving protagonist! As the curse worsens, Shen Qingqiu finds that distance between him and Luo Binghe begins to freeze him slowly. Literally freeze, he is at risk for hypothermia for not being right next to the guy who probably wants to turn him into a stick!

Wait—what do you mean Shen Qingqiu will also lose the ability to lie!? That’s an integral part of him not being unceremoniously sent back to the life where he’s already dead!

EXCERPT:

“I will, I will. Thank you, Mu-shidi, truly,” Shen Qingqiu says softly, and he means it. There’s a lot of damage that this could do, especially to Luo Binghe before he’s really gathered the right amount of backing. He finds himself looking up at his disciple again, admiring the angle of his jaw before Luo Binghe turns to smile at him.

Mu Qingfang’s expression is curiously blank as he ushers the two of them out of the room after that, pausing only to look Luo Binghe in the eye and sternly say, “Convince your fool of a master to dual cultivate and lift this curse, Luo-shizhi.”

“Of course, shishu!” Luo Binghe obediently chirps, while Shen Qingqiu feels as though his brain is blue-screening on him.

Did… Did Mu Qingfang basically just encourage his disciple to fuck him!? He gapes at the man, but Mu Qingfang has already shut the door to his clinic in their face. Shen Qingqiu feels like his features are going to burn off at this point. He groans, burying his face in his free hand—the other is still being held hostage by Luo Binghe—and heaves a tired sigh.

“Would Shizun prefer to fly?” Luo Binghe asks, and Shen Qingqiu is about to nod when Tiang Ling comes padding around the corner. The Plum Blossom Bear Hound’s little tail is wagging so much that her body is wiggling a little.

“Ah—surely we can’t leave Tiang-er?” Shen Yuan says, the beast presses her wide head against his hand before he can fret too much about the idea of petting an intelligent creature. “Thank you as well, for helping his Binghe to find this master.”

“Rrrruff!” Tiang Ling says, rounded ears twitching and dark eyes warm with happiness. Shen Qingqiu is sure she is pleased with the story she has gotten to take a surprising role in. He ruffles her ears, before lifting his head and catching Luo Binghe with wide, wet eyes. 

“Ah—are. Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu huffs. “Are you jealous of Tiang Ling?”

“...Shizun should only pet this disciple,” Luo Binghe says, somewhat sullenly. Tiang Ling lets out a snort that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. Shen Qingqiu rolls his eyes, but he lifts his hand up to gently pat Luo Binghe’s fluffy curls. His mischievous disciple gives him a smirk, before catching the hand in his hair and placing a searing kiss on the inside of Shen Qingqiu’s wrist.

Perhaps, despite the “hound” part of her name, Tiang Ling decides that she does not want to eat dog food. There is the sudden, cloying scent of plum blossoms and a howl. Then, with a flicker of a portal, Tiang Ling vanishes inside. Shen Qingqiu glimpses Bai Lu Forest beyond it, but the portal closes before he can really say goodbye. Ah. Well. At least he thanked her?

“Look what your PDA did,” Shen Qingqiu scolds Luo Binghe, trying to ignore the way his stomach flutters. “She’s gone and left before this master could ask if she would like us to make her and her pack some wine as a thank you.”

“We can thank her later, Shizun,” Luo Binghe murmurs, nuzzling the fragile skin of Shen Qingqiu’s wrist. Shen Qingqiu’s breath hitches despite himself.

“Just! Get on the sword!” Shen Qingqiu says, wrenching his hand free and pulling Xiu Ya out quickly. Luo Binghe’s laugh is warm and fond, and when he steps onto the blade behind him his arms wrap around Shen Qingqiu’s waist. Shen Qingqiu says nothing, and he knows that it is far too dark for Luo Binghe to see his blush.

[whmp]

hey, it's me! i'm still alive, somehow, though just barely. this semester has been pretty tough so far and will probably remain that way until spring. despite this, i managed to add some fun new features. : ) ALSO i promise 100000% that if you sent me an ask i WILL answer it. i will. anyway, look at all those cool things! -> a system for cuts, bruises, tattoos, wounds and other decorations your whumpee's skin is an empty canvas. whether you fill it with scars and wounds or cutesy band aids is up to you!

the way this is set up is kind of like a bunch of stickers. so for example, if you decide to hurt the lil' guy with something sharp, he'll get a "stab wound" sticker in the spot you decided to target. over time, that sticker will change over to a "stab scar" one. it's a very flexible way to do things, but it still needs some work and a couple big changes, since it's very unfriendly to low-end computers. in terms of visuals though, it should look exactly the same as the decal-based "decorations" for your whumpee that you see above!

- a better way of getting that dude on camera the camera system is now a lot more immersive and will fit the story. the awkward developer cam that could clip into walls is no more.

you can drag around the view and zoom in and out by scrolling. as you progress, you'll get access to even more ways to invade your whumpee's privacy. : )

-> new ways to get horny in the last devlog post (around 1000 years ago) i said that you won't see any "horny accessories" in the upcoming updates. that was a complete lie, sorry! here's a preview of some cool new horns you can give to your whumpee.

the neat part is that the horns are customizable - other than just choosing the shape, you can modify their size and color gradient. -> other stuff + story i've made plenty of changes and additions to the back end. most of it is not flashy or super significant - most of the time and energy i could dedicate to the project went right into fueling the violent, bloody conflict between me and custom shader code. i've also made some updates to how time is simulated and fixed a bunch of bugs. there is now a sound system too! i'll look for some copyright-free sfx and music before the next update. oh, and there's some lore too!

i've been experimenting with different ways of delivering the main storyline. heavily stylized cutscene-like sequences were very fun to do! not sure if i'll stick with this style though. either way, i have the general outline of something that resembles a plot. >: ) that's it for now! again, sorry for the irregular update schedule. i've been following the "no progress for a long time, then one night you have all the energy and inspiration in the world and you zone the fuck out for an unhealthy amount of time just working on your thing then until realize that you're going to be asleep within the next 40 seconds" development strategy - hopefully, my brain will kindly allow me to switch to a more comfortable workflow. :' ) taglist below: (let me know if you want to be added OR LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT TO ADD YOU IM SO SORRY) @whumpinthepot @andithewhumper @pigeonwhumps @monarchthefirst @scp-1296 @whumpedydump @screenys-whump-corner @whumpshaped @bloodsweatandpotato @burning-and-remembering @thealmightyconeoftruth @whimpity-whumpity @catnykit @vietbluecoeur @rainythealias @cardboardarsonist @snakebites-and-ink @lthrboy @woo-lu-woo @wingsofadragonsstuff @wecoffphm @bayvel @pics-and-fanfics @dokidokisadness @generic-whumperz @lambetjenasus @aarika-merrill @hayaneakabane @moons-cozy-corner @brittaunfiltered09 @rule-masochism @reverie1234 @oddsconvert @wh-wh-whumpified @currentlyinthesprial @cupcakes-and-pain @heavenlyden @whumpsday @likeadeadbattery @stay-on-topic1 @cyborg0109 @kawhump @astrowhump

[crazylittlejester]

gonna give you a silly little thought that I've had ever since the new lu update

warriors uses his scarf to scare people sometimes by putting it over himself and walking around all hidden by the fabric in the dark and it is hilarious to him when he sees people jump at his unexpected presence

I thought of this because in the panels where legend flips wars' scarf over his head, I genuinely thought he looked like a fucking ghost with his hands out all tangled like that I DON'T KNOW WHY THAT SEEMS LIKE SUCH A FUNNY THOUGHT TO ME LIKE HE COULD'VE GONE 'oooooooo' all ominously and I would've laughed my ass off

anyways wars has as big of a knack for scaring people for fun because it amuses him seeing his brothers get all jumpy like he does whenever he's scared lmao (time-wars mask jumpscare flashback)

IM JUST PICTURING HIM SITTING IN A CORNER IN THE DARK, COMPLETELY COVERED BY HIS SCARF, WHILE MASK IS DRIFTING OFF TO SLEEP AND THEN SUDDENLY POPPING UP AND SCARING THE ABSOLUTE SHIT OUTTA HIM ALSLJHGKGH IM CRYING. AND IMAGINE HIM DOING THAT SHIT TO WIND AND TINE JUST SITTING THERE LIKE “oh thank Hylia it ain’t me anymore”, which is for sure what Tune was thinking watching Wars terrorizing Mask

13/10 headcanon, I’m fuckin cackling this is so goddamn funny

(also you don’t have to answer any of my asks cos i know you’ve been on vacation but did any of my animals and adventures go through? tumblr didn’t tell me if they did and i’m worried they got eaten 💔)

[moremaybank]

THIS LOVE — j.m

pairing actor!jj maybank x actress!reader

chapter summary jj faces the possibility of his scandal going public. then, he ends up reconnecting with you after five years. what happens when the two of you end up as costars for your upcoming romantic comedy?

warnings mentions of a sex tape, mentions of domestic abuse (jj and luke), language, violence, sexual content/eventual smut, anxiety. ex best friends to lovers, fake dating. this will be updated as the story develops. [2.2k]

author's note just a little post of the first chapter to build the hype! hope you enjoy and decide to continue reading ♡︎ also special s/o to @mvybanks and @jjsbank444 for beta reading and quelling my nerves <3

recommended listening second chances by kiana ledé ft. 6lack

this love — the complete playlist ;; the masterlist ;; the tag list

❝ CHAPTER ONE ❞

JJ

Threesomes are fun. Foursomes, however, are a blast. 

At least, JJ Maybank seems to think so. 

“You have three different women threatening to release your sex tape. It’s not a good look for you, JJ.”

Well, he does when they don’t include a secretly-filmed sex tape and three fame-thirsty girls trying to ruin his career for a quick cash grab. 

“It’s not like they’re three separate tapes. We were all together when it was made,” JJ smirks. 

Josh, his manager, lets out an exasperated sigh. “That doesn’t make things any better, and it does nothing to help our circumstances. You need to clean up your act and you need to start doing it now, Maybank, or you’re going to lose everything.”

JJ rolls his eyes for what feels like the millionth time in the fifteen minutes that this meeting has been going on. It’s bullshit, really. He’s one of the hottest actors in Hollywood right now. He’s youthful, dashingly handsome, and loaded. The world is his freakin’ oyster, and he deserves to have some fun.

“You’re supposed to keep up your whole approachable, goofy, boy-next-door image intact, and having a ménage à…quatre, is not the way to do it.” my publicist, Andrea, chimes in. “If you aren’t careful, you’re going to lose your entire fanbase. You’re one of the most universally-liked celebrities in the business, right now. If this gets out, you’re going to have to kiss your crystal clear reputation goodbye.”

“So, let’s just pay ‘em the hush money. What do I care?” JJ says, taking his cap off and running a hand through his unruly strands.

“And you’re fine with forking over ten million dollars? Just like that?” Andrea scowls. “What if they take the money and still decide to release the tape? Or demand more?”

“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, Andrea. Now, are we done here? I’m supposed to meet my co-star for my new movie in an hour and I’d really like to get in another — how did you put it? Ah, yes. Ménage á quatre — before I go.”

Josh runs a hand over his face, “Do you care about anything anymore?” 

JJ ignores his statement, putting his hat back on and sitting up in his chair. “Can I leave?”

He can tell that Josh wants to scold him or make some witty remark in return, but he bites his tongue. 

“Go. And, please, for the love of all things holy, do not screw this up.” 

If JJ had a penny for every time he’s heard that, he’d be richer than Jeff fucking Bezos.

-

Y/N

“And last but not least, this is your dressing room. You’ll have your own trailer, but this is more for when we’re actually on set and in between takes.”

You grin as you look around the luxurious room. There’s a huge vanity in front of you, as well as some plush couches, and you don’t fail to notice the large mini-fridge in the corner of the room or the flat-screen TV plastered onto the wall. There’s a window as well, letting in the California sunshine you’ve come to love and appreciate beyond your beliefs.

“Wow, this is…amazing. I can’t thank you guys enough for this opportunity. I’m so grateful, I hope you know that.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. You’re the very reason we wanted to do this project in the first place. If anything, we’re the lucky ones,” Derek, the director states with a grin. “So, you ready to meet your co-star, or what?”

“Yeah! I mean, I’m nervous, but, beyond excited.”

Derek leads you back into the hallway, and you make your way to one of the offices. 

“I think you’ll love him. Word is, he comes from the Outer Banks just like you. Who knows, you’ve probably met him in passing.”

Wait…what? He’s from OBX? No. No way. He couldn’t possibly mean—

“Y/N Y/L/N, meet the esteemed JJ Maybank,” Derek states, his proud smile growing sizeably larger than you thought possible. 

It doesn’t matter how excited he is, though. All you can focus on is your heart beating out of your chest and the ringing in your ears. You see Derek’s lips moving but you can’t hear a thing. Your eyes are caught on the blonde in front of you, and all you can think about is how painful it is to look into those oceanic eyes after five years.

It’s equally as painful as it was the last time you saw him. If not, more.

“Uh— Y/N, I…it’s— it’s been a while,” JJ stutters out. 

It’s all too much. Seeing him here, in front of you. His eyes locked on yours, his hand reaching out to touch you but retracting once he notices the fear in your gaze. Your eyes flit over to Derek, whose face has a more than confused look painted over his features. 

“Excuse me, Derek, I— I need to get out of here.” 

You speed into the restroom, locking the door behind you and setting your hands on the counter. Your chest tightens, and your breathing speeds up. She shudders, trying to shake it out as the room starts to feel like it’s closing in on you.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. You can do this. Don’t let him get to you,” you say, staring at yourself in the mirror. “It’s just…it’s just JJ.”

You feel the tears start to well in your eyes and you watch as they overtake their boundaries and roll down your flushed cheeks. You’re quick to wipe them away, though, refusing to admit defeat. 

“Stop,” you tell yourself. “It’s been five years. You’re better than this.”

You aren’t sure if the words are true to your heart, because all you can think about is how the boy you loved from the ages seven to eighteen — the one who betrayed you and shattered you into a million pieces — is now your co-star for the romantic comedy you’ve just been cast in.

What could possibly go wrong?

A lot, you think. A lot could go wrong. 

JJ

JJ watches as you make your way back into Derek’s office, shooting him a convincing smile.

“My apologies, Derek. Girl troubles,” you say. 

JJ still knows you well enough to see that you’re hoping Derek will believe your bullshit excuse. 

“Oh, uh, no worries at all, Y/N. I completely understand. I’ve got three daughters at home,” he speaks, trying to assure you that everything is fine. He places this hand on JJ’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. “JJ, here, was just telling me how the two of you have known each other since you were in elementary school. It must be quite the hell of a reunion, huh?”

You plaster a fake grin onto your lips, “One hell of a reunion, indeed.”

JJ refuses to look at you, his ex-best friend, and vice-versa. Truthfully, he’s terrified to catch your eye again. He’s not sure if he’ll be able to form a coherent sentence if he does. 

“Well, I’ve got some stuff to take care of, so I’ll leave you two to catch up.”

Derek exits his office, and you and JJ are left in complete and utter silence.

God, JJ missed you so much. He’d seen you making headlines just as you always said you would, but he was always quick to click away, deciding not to dwell on everything he’d lost. But this, now, seeing you right in front of him as gorgeous as ever…it made the walls he’d worked so hard to put up begin to crack. 

Then again, you’d always had that effect on him. 

Even after all these years, he was still a complete wreck over you. You held his heart in the palm of your hand and he wasn’t even sure if you knew it.

Your scent was still etched into his mind, still buzzing deep within his senses and his memory. You smelled of the saltwater beaches of the Outer Banks. The notes of coconut from the shampoo he’d recognized still lingering in the tresses of your hair. The sweet hints of vanilla that clutched to your skin are prominent as ever. The combination sounds like a lot, and it was, but not in the overpowering way one would assume. They blended into one heavenly and unique fragrance. 

She smelled like her, he thought. She smelled like home. 

To be honest, JJ wasn’t sure whether or not this was a reminder he wanted to welcome with open arms, but either way, here it was. Here you were. After the way he’d hurt you and destroyed your relationship forever. 

After he lost himself. 

Funnily enough, you’d always had a way of popping up whenever he needed and longed for you. He never even had to speak a single word. You just always knew. And you might not have guessed it now, but he needed you more than he ever had before.

JJ scratches his brow with his index finger. “So, um…how have you been?” 

“Don’t. Just…don’t.”

“Y/N, please,” he pleads. He almost wants to get down on his knees and beg. You can’t even look at him, and that hurts more than he could ever put into words.

“No. I don’t wanna hear it. I’m fine with being professional while we film this movie, but I’m not getting into this with you. I’m not getting into any of it.”

JJ remains silent, choosing to nod because he’s not totally sure he can find his voice. 

As much as he hated to let the thought in, you were a walking reminder of every bad decision he’d made since he left the island and never looked back. He looked at you, and he saw two things. The first being the crinkling of your bright eyes when you smiled. The melodic laugh he could pull from your lips at a moment’s notice. Your hair blowing in the wind as you stuck your head out the window of John B’s Twinkie. And the second being the look of despise and pain on your face as you confronted him. The mascara-stained tears flowing down your heated cheeks. The way you walked away from him and deliberately chose not to look back and steal a second glance at him. 

How was he expected to act all suave and cool when you were right there in front of him, actively choosing not to even look in his direction?

Truth is, he doesn’t think he can. 

-

JJ glances at his phone once he leaves the production office still shaken by the day’s events. 

2 Missed FaceTime Calls from John B

JJ swipes to the right and watches as his phone rings, awaiting his best friend’s answer while he plops down on the steps in front of the building. The line rings for a few moments before he hears shuffling through the speaker, followed by John B’s face appearing on his screen.

“Hey, man. how was your meeting? Your new costar as hot as we imagined?”

JJ tears his eyes away from the camera, his lip sinking between his teeth. His complexion pales, and John B picks up on it. 

“Jeez. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Because I have,” JJ deadpans. He’s still reeling from your presence, and it shows.

“Huh?”

“It’s Y/N…my costar is Y/N.”

“Ooh, yikes,” John B responds. “Did she nut-punch you?”

“It’s not funny.” 

JJ tugs his cap off as he always does when he’s stressed, and his fingers card through his hair. He tugs lightly at the strands as he tries to alleviate the tension building up in his head. 

“She couldn’t even look at me, John B. Her eyes were on me for all of five seconds before she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. Then, when she came back, she looked at everything but me. She barely even let me speak to her.”

“Well, to be fair, you guys didn’t exactly leave things on the best of terms.”

“Yeah, JB. I know. Thanks for the reminder, as if I didn’t fucking know that already.”

“All right, look. Did you fuck up majorly? Yeah. But the love the two of you had…it ran deep. It doesn’t just disappear without a trace, especially if things are this heated after five years. I think you can get her to forgive you.” 

JJ scoffs, “Yeah? And how do you suppose I do that?”

John B gives him a knowing look through the screen. 

“You have to tell her the truth, JJ.”

“Funny.”

“J,” John B mildly scolds. “The reason she hates you right now is because you weren’t honest with her. The JJ she knew before that night never would’ve treated her the way you did. Buck up. Tell her.”

The call disconnects, and JJ is left staring at his screen with a tense jaw. He knew John B was right. He was always right. But how on earth was he expected to muster up the courage and tell you the truth about that night? He doubted — no. He knew it’d be impossible to convince you to hear him out. 

Then again, he also knew he had to try. Because he couldn’t stand to be around you nearly every single day for the next few months, knowing that you wouldn’t spit on him if he was on fire.

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[wpnovakcrystal]

The LU Boys Play Monopoly - Part 5 - jail :3

(Last update for a short little bit. Been busy with the everydayz of life, and haven't had time to write as good as I would like. 'Tis not over! Just gonna go a little slower and actually write things better!) Wind was up now, and he was ready for a big man roll! He, like Legend, was determined to get one of those sweet pink properties around the corner. With a big roll, he threw the dice across the board.

His dice came up a ten, but not in a nice double fives; A flat six and four. After taking a moment, tapping his piece on every counted spot, his face frowned as he found himself visiting the jail.

"Aw C'mon! So Close!"

He grumped, obviously a bit bummed out. "And I didn't even get a property!" ....Warriors merely chuckled. "Alright kiddo... let me show you how to REALLY roll to something good… Something to make 'chuckles' over there shut up!" He said, referring to Legend, who was still shooting him daggers. He was about to prove Legend's shit-eating grin a wrong. Not just 'wrong,' but a wrong above all other wrongs. He rolled.

A three and a four, seven again. He moved his little iron piece, and found himself landing on Chance. Smiling, he set himself alongside Wild's car on the space, and gleefully took his card. Starting with a smirk on his face, it then began to curl. The cruel, bitter irony now dawned upon him. It was there it read:

'Go Directly to Jail. Do not pass go, Do not collect 200 dollars.'

"WHAT!? NO!!… ARE YOU F&@*KING KIDDING ME!?!?"

He shrieked, throwing his card onto the table, putting his head into his hands in despair. Upon it's inspection, Wind burst into a heavy and loud laughter, Twilight following close behind. Wild and Sky offered more conservative laughs, while Legend continued to sit there menacingly, enjoying every second of his friend's anguish.

"Oh don't overreact... it's still only your first roll..." Legend chided, still smiling cruelly at his friend.

Time also lightly chuckled. "At least you have a friend there visiting you."

Wars shot the young hero at his right a wicked glare, which the latter only relayed with an equally as evil smile, akin to the veteran's.

"No. It's too early to be locked up and incapable. I'm getting out!"

Wars boldly stated before handing Time a fifty from his stash. Time smiled as he put it into the bank, and politely moved his piece out of the little jail square on the corner.

"Should have stayed there if you didn't want your ass beat." Legend once again remarked.

"Actually-.." The humiliated Wars began, before again noticing Legend's grin. ".... Actually shut the hell up." He finished, garnering another laugh from Wind and a few of the others.

"Boys, Language." Time interjected, taking note of Four and Malon who had been looking in, perhaps concernedly, at Warrior's little outburst.

After about a second, The latter eventually spoke. "Sounds like it's already done became a madhouse out there! Are ya guys already beatin' each other up?" Malon asked.

"This is still only the first roll…" Four informed her, echoing Legend's original sentiment. Another few laughs came from the gang. She replied with only an awestruck face, perhaps surprised that things had already turned this nasty. However, she quickly regained her intrigue and composure.

"Well My! Even I could have told y'all that Monopoly was an evil little playmate, but y'all were oh so insistent!~" She joked. Like children to their mother, they all looked over to her with almost guilty eyes. The 'father' of the group only smiling, relishing the moment.

After perhaps savoring their expressions, She let out a little giggle and eventually went back to the kitchen, and the game continued on. Intro | 2 | 3 | 4

[kekeartzworld]

It’s Time That I Updated My Introduction

So hi! I exist

You can call me Keke, Oliver, or Kim

I’m a 20 year old self taught artist who’s been drawing since about the age of 8 or 9

I can barely remember when exactly I started drawing but I know that it was a long ass time ago

Also I swear a lot so please pay no mind to it

I am gender fluid and bisexual

I am taken and in a relationship with my boyfriend Thomas

He doesn’t have a Tumblr account but he is on discord as giovanni_thomas

He does tend to have trust issues with new people however because of his past so be mindful of that if you do friend him out of the blue

Tell him it was me who sent ya lol

But I specialize specifically in traditional sketches, digital drawings, and character designs

Oh yeah, I can also make a basic ass starry sky looking background which is used a lot in my digital works

I currently live in the countryside of Oklahoma with my mom, younger sister, uncle, and grandparents

An adult still living with family members

Cringe I know

But I also kind of don’t have a choice so yeah

I should note that this pin will change frequently

I run several side blog, a lot of which are pretty much dead at this point

These blogs include:

@plushiesontheroad (on again, off again thing)

@lus-corner (currently trying to revive)

@askbloomingsymphony (first FPE rp blog I ever made that is slowly dying)

@splatbitcabbit (dead-ish but might gain attention again because of a blog linked to her lore that I’ll mention later in this list)

@viviansmagicshop (which is still going decently well)

@vivianscanonwife (literally no one interacts with this blog)

@cutielilcandy (this one is still quite popular)

@agethath3silly (my most recent FPE rp blog that blew absolutely the fuck up only a single day after I made it)

@pastelwolffox (most recent oc rp blog that doesn’t have a lot of attention yet)

@rammy-subspace (first ever Scott Pilgrim rp blog =3 status pending)

I’ve honestly really underestimated Agetha’s popularity when I first made that blog

I didn’t think it would’ve blown up the way it did

But yeah

I am that weird half scene girl artist with an obsessive crush on Ramona Flowers

Oh, and I’m also a therian and a furry

My therian alter is known as “The Wolf”

Here’s a Magma doodle featuring her

Ignore the Ramona doodle

I kin N, Uzi, Cyn, and most apparently Oliver/Katie

This is my current sona character that is shown most frequently in my works

Also the reference of my irl appearance

So YEAH

I think that’s all

GOOD BYE!!!

[majorproblems77]

Another day another LU analysis with me!

Dawn 9 is here and with it the end of the next arc of the LU comic is done!

This update did a lot and is also a full 10 pages long! So there's a bunch to unpack!

As always linked universe belongs to @linkeduniverse and Jojo, I own none of the pictures I'm using and please give the original post some love. It's very well done and I love this comic so much.

You can find the comic here!

Oh, and obviously spoilers for the most recent LU update if you've not looked at it!

Now, checklist. Popcorn, water and time to read half an hour worth of rambling.

Without further ado!

The letters!

So, Twilight, four and Time all appeared to get letters, with Time getting multiple (More on that later)

Twilights reaction to the super sale was my reaction while playing TP (I recently finished it for the first time! :D) when they opend the store in castle town. Every time i couldnt get there to get potions i was low key gutted.

And Four. Four's grandpa is a mood and i hope we get to meet him.

HE

blorbo blorbo blorbo

The master of standing 🧍

Beloved blorbo i love him

Okay im done

(Im not done)

Poor Sky He's so sad about it D:

But... I, as a part of the The team is heading to Skyloft next, team. Believe that Sun has done this on purpose. (Or that the Skyloftians dont have the mail system for him to retrieve anything) but i like to think its the first one.

Hmmm.... Time got multiple letters. (That takes care of the letter discrepancy)

Twi asking about the ranch, Time looking to one of the letters. This tells me one of two things.

The letter he's looking to could be from Malon, and he's genuenly not concerned.

or The letter he's looking at isnt from malon. Infact, by the way he's looking at it i think its from his Zelda. Possibly a report about black bloods in his time period. (As last time we see them in Time's era. They dont actually fight anything)

Twilight being cheeky and Time's dad face are giving me life.

But... as we know, Time is Twilights direct decendant only by a few generations at most. With the infomation we have from Twilight princess with Shade. And from jojo with Time and Twilight. I'm seeing this conversation as more of a father and son conversation over brothers.

And the rest of this conversation follows this same pattern. Twilight is very much being scolded. He's biting back with what he see's as Time's own words. (not that time know's as such)

Twilight looks genuenly shocked to hear this.

From the hero's shade (Time) in twilight princess.

"You may be destined to become the hero of legend...but your current power would disgrace the proud green of the hero's tunic you wear. "

I am screaming

And now im screaming more. Twilight nooooooooooooo

The we care about Twilight's well being gang. Spoiling us with the full body shots againnnnnnn.

Give me more of these three i love them all together.

And I'm convinced that theres going to be something bad happens to time directly after the end of the LU timeline.

Time is missing an eye. So we know that Shade and Time are closer together than the hero of time (In game). SO.... If time dosent Die on the adventure with the chain. I'm almost convinced he does almost right after he returns back to his time.

The armour is almost identical. He has most of the scaring which lines up....

If the helmet turns up, then i think Time dies during this adventure. It's the only thing i can see as missing.

Twilight.... Now i think Twilight thinks that the gods are giving him an opportunity to save the hero of time from dying to become the heros shade. but thats the funky thing about timetravel.

(Depending on how Jojo and LU time travels works.)

I believe that the timetravel in LU solidifies the adventures of the other links. And that nothign that occours in this adventure impacts their adventures. Even if something was changed it wouldnt change the past.

IE - Twilight breaking his shadow crystal wouldnt mean that wild didnt remember having the wolf on his adventure - as its already happened.

(I hope that makes sense. - time travel is confusing i see it as an alternative timeline type thing)

Moving on!

Wild is best brother 101

Also twilight getting flustered about a girl oh bless this man i low key love him okay

Her!

Also

Smiley man

Epona is a wonderful girl and i love her so much okay

Also Warriors!

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY AGAIN

Man got his emotional support scarf and is no longer stressed (Atleast not visably)

HE!

BELOVED AGAIN HE IS SO HAPPY I AM NORMAL ABOUT THIS MAN

okay

Please understand how much i am cackling at the shenanigans of these three.

Wind rolling around because it is clearly faster mode of travel

Go zoomies wind go zoomies!

Wind rolled down the stairs you cant convince me otherwise. Look at his little superhero pose as hes moving around the corner.

Older brother alert, dont ruin the kids fun warriors they are just getting excited about being on the road again.

Also Warriors, This is normal link behaviour. Just ask Time. He would eailsy tell you that he rolled around hyrule field.

I LOVE HIS LITTLE FACE OKAY

MY BELOVED BLORBO 🧍

(if i run out of pictures i swear to hylia)

There's so much brotherly energy in these panels i love them all so much okay.

Also Sky offering to Pay Time back for the Inn Fee this is why i love the wonderful blorbo okay

Guys im sorry, he's their dad. You cant change my mind.

Thats a dad walk, with a dad sentence.

'Okay guys i need to make sure you are not gonna get killed please have swords.'

The blacksmithing gang getting the love they deserve.

Sky leading the charge! (I know its cause he knows the way and stuff But...)

It also makes a lot of sense. If Sky is the slowest of the group(Again not confirmed but we have had jokes about his stamina), it makes sense to put him at the front to maintain pace of the group. Stops people going too fast and prevents people from being left behind.

Which i might add has already happened. (Warriors and Hyrule im looking at you.)

We just need to read the boss partterns for a bit so we can then decide how to fight it. You know, like we did when we were in our adventures and had to figure out boss mechanics.

Important that hyrule is saying this as his game is arguably one of the hardest. He probably spent a long time on each boss learning attack patterns.

Oh this arc was fun! So much fun i love it so much okay

Thank you so much again for hanging out with me while i write these. I love making them and i really appreciate all the support on them. (If you could share it around i'd really appreciate it :) )

Have a wonderful day! :D

[greennoobartist]

It's dangerous to go alone, take this

💚✨INTRODUCTORY POST✨💚

(Note: to be updated... Eventually)

Hello everyone! Welcome to this small corner of the internet led by a silly gremlin! I'm Lily, and I'm so glad you're here❣️

Names you can use for me:

• Lily 🪷

• Daisy 🌼

• Rose 🌹

Or anything you want. I'm not picky with names so feel free to call me however you want! I'm open to any sorts of nicknames :D

• Minor ❗🔞❗(more about my age and adults as followers explained here, thank you anon for reminding me)

• Pronouns: she/her 🙋‍♀️

• Birthday: December 10th

• My favorite color is green, I love it a lot💚

• Main fandoms: Super Mario, The Legend of Zelda, Pokemon

• Current obsessions: Linked Universe & Four Swords Adventures Manga

• I'm your Tumblr's local Legend (LU) and Vio (Four Swords Manga) simp❣️ They're my beloveds 🥰💗💜

What can you expect on this blog:

• Reblogs (pretty much a lot of them)

• Screams about LU updates

• Random FSA manga analysis and theorizing (mostly with my partner in crime @blupeeblep)

• Randomness

• Occasional art posting

• Occasional fanfiction tidbits

I'm also a beginner artist and writer so you can expect some of my works here, though I'm pretty insecure and nervous about posting it so don't expect much 😅

English isn't my native, so sorry in advance for any incorrect sentences, miss pronunciation or wrong usage of words! Always feel free to correct me!

Zelda games I played so far (please don't provide spoilers for the ones I haven't played yet):

✅ - beated ❌ - in progress

• Twilight Princess ✅

• Skyward Sword ✅

• Ocarina of Time ❌

• Oracle of Ages ❌

• Breath of the Wild ❌

I apologize in advance if I appear as rude, incomprehensible or weird! My experience with people was pretty horrible these past years, so I'm trying to regenerate my socialism and interaction skills. It might take me a while to open up and talk to you, but I'm trying my best to be as nice as I can! Again, I apologize in advance! I have to admit, I can be pretty weird when it comes to communication so I'm aware that it's easy to misunderstand me. Also, this is the only social media app I'm actually active on and interact with people, so I'm trying to learn how to talk with people online. Again, apologies in advance!

💚✨GUIDELINES AND IMPORTANT RULES✨💚

NO NSFW CONTENT ❗🚫❗

This is meant to be a safe place for me and all the minors on the internet, so no NSFW content will be accepted! If you send me or show me such content, it will be ignored and you also have a high chance of getting blocked!

NO HATE OR BIGOTRY WILL BE TOLERATED ❗🚫❗

If you're not fine with my content or me as a person, goodbye and have a nice day! I will not tolerate any disrespect or hate towards me or anyone who appears on this blog. This is meant to be a safe space for everyone, so if you're not fine with me, feel free to ignore me or block me, but disrespect and unkindness will NOT be tolerated! I'm a person who highly believes that everyone deserves love and kindness, no matter who they are, so otherwise will not be tolerated at all! Everyone is welcome here and everyone will be shown respect and kindness!

ABOUT LGBTQIA+ ON THIS BLOG

(Under editing...)

#fresco's chatterbox

#fresco answers

#fresco's writing hours

#fresco plays BotW

#fresco's art

#fresco learns to art

#when in doubt. doodle :)

#random ik :]

#green appreciation matrix

#fresco's fanfiction

Tags for my beloveds:

• #legend my beloved ❤️‍🔥💗❤️‍🔥

• #rulie my beloved 💚🤎

• #vio my beloved little baby nerd :3

The three tags for my AU:

#The Spirits of the Triforce AU

#Four Swords The Spirits of the Triforce AU

#fs tsott au

💚✨OTHER SOCIALS✨💚

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That's all from me :D

Thanks for reading all of this❣️ Feel free to always send an ask down the ask box, I always appreciate questions and interaction!

Hope you have fun and see you around 👋

Note: all dividers in this post made by @the-sage-of-aura-and-shadows, all credit goes to her. Please go check her out and support her, she's great :D

[ourlittleuluru]

Another dawnbreak event pictures under the cut~

These ones are more like last night's after my uh... Late night questionable decisions ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ;;; also I'm missing two images which I will update accordingly~ have yet to do today's mission... 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Him and MC enjoying the night breeze and looking out the window!!!! It's so precious 💕💕💕💕

This feels like from the starting conversation where MC was just feeling so left out 😂 the look on Xavier's face while MC is being so dramatic with the bird! Even the birb is in on this!

Is this why the cat was angry with Xav?? Xavier why u always say things like this to the cats! Even in that one tender moment, telling a cat it'll freeze to death if it eats the popsicle 💀 goodness...

I'm assuming it's MC in the corner looking like she's about to throw hands at someone while Xavier is trying to stop her... Good luck with that 😅 but that bunbun pillow!!!

And yes... To me, this "movie" is def very cursed. So cursed that even my rng is suffering 🫠🫠🫠

Also what??? Xavier! 😂😂😂😂 You sir! How did you even come up with that phrase???! Smoothluru huh... 🤣 Too much delulu in the soululu. Now everything is all lu and ru.

And onto scene 2~

Honestly... I have 0 context of this conversation, I was so confused when I got it 😂 guess I need to go brush up on my loreeeeee

And last image as I hit Tumblr's limit... Looks like MC is taking the poor cat away from Xavier 😆 like she's covering it's ears when Xavier is saying mean things to it. Stop looking so confused, Xav. You know what you said 🤣

[l-ii-zz]

I think I'm going to stop doing art for some time.

I have too many ideas for posts and comics but I need to put it aside and focus on writing my AU's summary. It urgently needs an update and it's gonna be a HUGE one since I'm putting more details about the story. I just started with the first arc and I'm already reaching 6 pages, so you can imagine it will take a while to finish it all. Not to mention that I'm going to do some redrawings for the new update too.

I have some pics ready to be posted for Halloween and after that I will be on hiatus so I can work on the summary. I'll try my best to finish it as soon as possible because I have 3 comics to work on after that and one has to be ready for December AND I'm also planning to do a summary of the summary of my AU lol please someone stop me I have no control over myself I have so many WIPS I'm going to die.

Anyway, I'm a mess and I need to focus on one thing at a time, so no more art stuff for a temporary time :')

In exchange, I'll share with you some WIPs that I haven't touched in a while because I'm a disaster, tee hee. 🤡

Stuff for the summary of the summary lmao

Comic I have to finish for December :)))))

Dad Nar comic? Dad Nar comic.

Road trip AU thingy I never finished

Amygdala San uwu

Miyuki!!! (And her traumatized son)

Odi and Lu. I hope I can post something for them for February :')

More Road trip AU stuff

another comic :''')

Not exactly a WIP, I just wanted to let it out of my system

These are not WIPs either, I just wanted to practice battle poses using boss fights from the Souls games as reference :)

And that's it, I have many more but If I don't cut it here we will never finish this post. Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna go cry and scream in a corner 👍

[slothpower-central]

Rolling out the Red Carpet for the Cinema branch!!

Hello,hi, it's me that one person who makes the funny videos and thinks she can draw(she cannot) Inspiration hit me in the middle of my film studies course while watching Vertigo by Alfred Hitchcock and I thought "what if I made my own LCB branch where every sinner is based on a movie I've watched in my film class (and just general classic Hollywood cinema) and so I did it! The branch is currently VERY unfinished,as I add a new sinner each week for every film we watch in the class,so lemme introduce you to the guys that I've at least doodled so far(awful art incoming lol)

First up,we need a manager,or should I say,director(get it, because it's based on movies?) anyway here's Dorothy! If it wasn't obvious, she's based on the Wizard of Oz,She may or may not have come from the Outskirts and now she's running around with these sinners,and her little dog too! Oh and her red slippers(boots now,IG lol)? Those have a use, clicking her heels 3 times allows her to bring her sinners back to life!

Our guide is Glinda! Also based on Wizard of Oz,I have....not drawn her yet! But she is ultra hands off,she mainly communicates by sending Dorothy letters in bubbles,oh and did I mention she's a color fixer? ...yea I probably should have started with that

Now onto our actual sinners, don't ask me about major plot details about them,I haven't worked it out yet,

Sinner #1,This is Chaplin! Based on Modern Times by Charlie Chaplin,this guy is more of a fusion of the two main characters of the movie since uhm...neither of them have names and frankly their stories are both so intertwined that You could easily mix them together so here we are. They are the most comical of the sinners,I have described them as having a lot of cat like behaviors to a degree, and they are selectively mute(silent film lol) They have a white board they write on like it's Lethal Company and they have Heelys(mainly for the funny)

I haven't uhm.....finished sinner #2 yet because everytime I try to draw him my art style makes him look like the Pringles mascot lol but it's Kane! Kane is based on Charles Foster Kane from Citizen Kane by Orson Welles! Right now currently he's like "god I'm in a company of all women...AND CHAPLIN" He's rich like....richer than Hong Lu rich,he does seem to offhandedly mention something Rosebud and it seems almost like he's searching for it...wonder what that could be?(Btw go watch Citizen Kane, I'm not telling you what Rosebud is)

Finally out last Sinner at the moment: Sinner #3 Judy based on Judy from Vertigo! Yessir this is the reason for the branch, her source got my imagination spinning (she may or may not be mine and Amia's favorite atm of the branch) I would have made Scottie a sinner but......I hate his ass and need him exploded and not in the cute way(JUDYYYYYY YOU DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER GIRLLL) Judy is also 20x more fun as a character than Mr. "I'm gonna stare at women for 70% of my screentime" Honestly I could gush so much about her but I won't to keep this brief... essentially by the end of Vertigo Scottie convinces her to change everything about herself to turn her into his lost love/obsession Madeleine (ai know there's more too it but uhm....Go watch Vertigo, I'm not spoiling the movie)[PS, Ignore the doodle in the corner, that was from an idea that Amia's OC Tessie and Judy would get along well]

Tomorrow we'll actually have Sinner #4 who's gonna be based on someone from the movie Sunset Boulevard ( I don't pre watch these bc my attention span actually increases so much when I analyze movies for Limbus)

Anyway I'll keep updating you on the Cinema branch their tag is "LCB Cinema Branch" if you want everything in one place oh! And feel free to draw my lil guys if u want,just @ me or tag me or something. uhm don't ask about their weapons or colors or anything I haven't thought that far ahead yet lol

[sleepdepriveddieci]

Update LCB 20/03/25 Intervallo/ Chapter 7.5 Nocturnal Sweeping

Duration of Event  20/03/25  -  17/04/25

Greeted by H Nest backstreets in its late hours of past memory of a Chinatown, the view is flooded by red lights from lanters and abundance of signs with Chinese characters. Neon signs with bloody glow point to some of advertised establishments, which, according to number of signs are squeezed in every possible corner and floor of all nearby buildings. The street that, for sure are lively at daytime seem to be lacking any sign of activity. Is night life dead here? No, it is something else. It is Night in the Backstreets, from 3:13 to 4:34, police hours where corpses are cleaned by sweepers. Not only corpses, as if live human being is found at that hour, one would not leave a drop of blood behind. And Sweepers do pose a challenge for even most of fixers.

第八区  - (rough transitions) Residential area of district 8

Dante: We were greeted by a dark street upon disembarking from the bus, illuminated only by faint strands of light.

鸿园生命工程集团 - Hongyuan Life Engineering Group

H公司 - H Corporation

It was immediately obvious that we had arrived in the Backstreets of H Corp.

药丸 - pill

Sinclair: A-Are you sure we're going the right way? I don't like the sound of that weird song... (song on flute?)

综合大楼 - integrated, multistory building

Don Quixote/Wei/?: The main streets are most likely teeming with those seeking to bring harm to the young master. We must venture an alternative path.

生命 保险 - life insurance

Hong Lu: Looks like everyone in the Backstreets had been getting pretty plucky while I was away. Back then, I couldn't even catch a glimpse of their faces-

-Because they'd all be on their hands and knees whenever we walked past... Ah, what a wonderful change!

东部 - east, eastern part

Heatcliff: Oi, up yours with that wonderful change! How much longer 'till we get there?!

(Half of translations are thanks to @yammy2cute on X/Twitter) Chinese symbols seems to be referencing Jia family or H Corp research, focused on medicine  and prolonging life in a way. Would allign with pursuit of immortality that had been implied beforehand that should appear in next Canto (Canto 8th).

人格 - IDs

R Corp is a producer of cloned mercenaries with four known specialisations, that are put in teams, called Packs, keeping animal theming. In Lobotomy Corporation and Library of Ruina only 4th pack can be encountered. They use guns and charge based weaponry. They are equipped with black and orange armour, customized to every member type specialisations. There are Rabbit (similarly to rouges), Rihnos (tanks) and Reindeers (unsure if more).

Mao Branch is probably owned at least partially by R Corp. Heishou Pack operates in H Corp, calling their commissioners "Lords" and as their attire and comments (very poetic, Yi Sang would approve) suggest their jobs land in late night hours, probably even including protection or retrieval of people from Sweepers while Night in Backstreets is going on. Members call themselves "beasts black of fur" and resemble Rabbits (Ryoshu mentions to be Hares), just of East section. They wear dark tones tobes (with pom pon acting as a tail or real tails) with hands bandaged up up to elbows. On top of that, scarfs and bamboo hats with black yellow ear like ribbons/appendages. Modifications to their bodies causes members of this back eyes to glow yellow. They fight using charge and long blades. We have no implied ranks yet.

Identity: (BUNNY), ekhem, rabbits) Speculations

Season 5 Event Reward Identity 000 Heishou Pack - Mao Branch Outis (Soda Flavoured Rupture? + Charge) Skill 1 -  Coins 2  Weight 1 Slash / Charged Up - Coins 2 Weight 1 Skill 2 -  Coins 2  Weight 1 Slash / Charged Up - Coins 2/3  Weight 1 Skill 3 -  Coins 4  Weight 1 Slash / Charged Up - Coins 5  Weight 1 Counter

Season 5 Event Extraction Identity 000 Heishou Pack - Mao Branch Ryoshu Skill 1 -  Coins 2  Weight 1 Slash / Charged Up - Coins 3 Weight 1 Skill 2 -  Coins 2  Weight 1 Slash / Charged Up - Coins 3  Weight 1 Skill 3 -  Coins 3  Weight 1 Slash / Charged Up - Coins 4 Weight 1