#;; oh no! I was doing the physical action one. x3

[vincentmatthews]

3 for the micro stories💖

I trusted you. {🔗}

{Tw: Mentions of Physical Abuse, Yelling, Ptsd, Language}

Apologies for how long it took, I was at a family reunion. Also Hi and thank you for leaving this x3💕

~♡

Silent tears cascaded down her face. Her red mohawk was deflated, her eyes were blacked with bruises, her nose was bloody and crooked, and her lip was split. Red hand marks around her pale neck. Her collar and the ends of her shirt were torn. She had bloody bite marks on the side of her neck. She was leaning against the bathroom door, it was locked, yet she still had to lean her whole body weight against it.

"LET ME THE FUCK IN!!" The door knob jiggled, followed by heavy pounding on the door. This only caused her to cry hysterically.

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" She screamed, slipping down door. She held her knees to her chest, her hands shaking.

She heard heavy footsteps retreat from the door. Next thing she knew he threw his whole body against the door, trying to break it down.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" He beat on the door again.

"HAVE TO FUCKING REACH ME FIRST!" She yelled back. The footsteps retreated once more, followed by another slam on the door, this one shook her. "LEAVE ME ALONE!! please.." She cried, hearing him snarl at her through the door. He drug his nails down the wood, splintering the wood.

He huffed, stomping around the room, grabbing the nearest thing to him, and throwing it as hard as he could against the door.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

She ran a hand through her hair, crying hysterically, her chest got heavy, feeling like she was suffocating.

"Leave me ALONE!!"

~

"Vine?" A soft voice brought her back to reality. She was sitting in a diner, staring down at her pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. She still looked terrible, but now in fresh clothes, and having showered before breakfast. V stared at her with his big green eyes. Her nose has been reset, and her bruises were slightly faded.

"Hm?" Her green eyes looked up at V's, their eyes and hair color mirrored flawlessly.

"I asked if you're okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking.." She absent-mindedly stabbed a fork into a strawberry. "Thanks for lending me your clothes." The oversized pink and blue ombre US Cracks shirt, and a pair of simple black shorts.

"No problem!" He smiled at her, which devolved into a frown as he saw her start to space off again. He smiled again, trying to lighten the mood, hoping his smile would really sell the deal. "Hey! I heard they're reshowing that vintage action movie you like! We should go see it! What's it called again? Oh, yeah. John Wick??" She didn't even look up, which wasn't like her. He sighed, placing his hand on Vinessa's wrist, which she instinctively ripped out of his grip. "You know you can talk to me."

"Were you there?" She hissed at him, her voice was sharp and venomous.

"No, but-"

"Then you don't fucking know what it was like." She scraped the strawberry off of her fork, moving to carve away at her fluffy buttermilk pancakes.

"I have more fucking experience than you think I do. I may not know what exactly it was like, but I can understand."

"Oh, boo-hoo. I had a dead Rockstar in my head for 6 months, then hooked up with world-renowned Kerry Eurodyne. Yeah, Vince, your life was so fucking hard." She scoffed at him, shoving a forkful of pancakes in her mouth; at least she was eating. V fell silent, looking down at his lukewarm cup of coffee in his hands.

"It wasn't all puppies and happiness-"

"No, you were shitting rainbows-" She interjected, making V shrink in on himself. He took a deep breath, gathering his bearings enough so his voice didn't break.

"All I'm saying is maybe talking about it could help."

"Yeah-" She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Like you'd fucking care." V leaned back in the booth seat, rubbing a hand through his scruff.

"I do."

"Look, Vince. I appreciate it. But now isn't a good time." Vinessa let out a heavy exhale.

V stood up, which made Vinessa furrow her eyebrows at him.

"Tell Tom to put it on my tab. I'll call you a Del for a ride back to my apartment."

Vinny was either hurt or confused that their breakfast date was cut short.

"You're not staying?"

"No."

"Oh."

"I'll just meet you back at the apartment."

"Okay." She spoke awkwardly, her eyes looking down at her plate before back up at him.

"You'll be fine. Call me if you need me or start to feel panicked. And when we get back to the apartment, we'll talk about this." He pointed at her, up and down. He turned on his heel, walking out.

Vinessa looked down at her half-eaten, sad excuse for a breakfast. She didn't want to admit it, but she'd been suffering from nightmares every night since she'd left him. She'd have panic attacks where she'd see his face in the corner of her eye, in the sea of pedestrians. Someone would talk behind her on the street and she'd swear it was him. A hand on her shoulder from V would almost make her piss herself. It was only a month since she'd been free from him. 4 weeks since she'd called Vince, a complete mess of herself. Thankfully he was understanding enough to take her; he was her brother, it was his duty to take care of her. Despite her daily breakdowns, her night terrors where she'd wake up screaming and crying, and those nights where she just wanted to end it all.

She pushed her plate away, just as a middle-aged waitress trudged on by. She was a short and stout woman with thin, hay blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun. She didn't know what gave her more of an off-feeling; the deep facial lines and wrinkles she had, the white chin hairs, or the peacock green dramatic eyeshadow that went to her black penciled-in eyebrows. Maybe it was the faded pink waitress uniform that looked older than Vinessa, herself; stained from countless years worth of coffee, ketchup, and bacon grease.

"What else can I getcha, sweetie pie?" She held onto an off-yellow notepad and a click pen, more for aesthetics than it was for practicality. Along with it selling the "vintage" feeling.

"No, I'm good. Put it on Vincent Dean Matthe-I mean, Vincent Dean Eurodyne's tab." She corrected herself as she slipped outta the booth. The waitress scribbled the note on the tab.

"Perfect." She simply said before walking to the next table.

Vinessa sighed, quickly walking to the exit, her optics scanning the diner customers before walking out.

She swore she could see her ex's face morphed onto a passerby. She brushed it off as her eyes once again playing tricks on her. She took a deep breath as she stood on the curb, waiting for her cab. She felt herself start slip, her mind wandering once more.

~

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!" Her hands pushed against his chest, hating how he easily overpowered her. His hands easily pinning down her wrists. "JAXX, GET THE FUCK OFF!" She threw her head back, then forward, ramming her skull into his. He jolted back, and faultered his grip just enough for her to pull loose.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" He reached for her neck, gripping it. She took this time to punch him as hard as she could on his groin. That was just enough to knock the wind out of him.

"FUCKING TRY ME, BITCH!"

~

Her train of thought was cut off as her optics lit up a red, along with the familiar sound of her ringtone playing in her ear. She felt her stomach churn upon seeing the contact name. Her ride had just pulled around the corner, which elected a sigh of relief. She rejected the call, her eyes dimming, just as the door of the cab opened for her.

"I trusted you, but now I'm free." She whispered to herself, as she crawled in the back seat.

"Evening Ms, where to?" The engram greeted her cheerfully.

"Take me to the Glen Apartments." She smiled to self.

"Right away."

"Thanks." She leaned back in her seat, she reached in her pocket, retreaving a vintage pink ipod. She untangled the knot of white wired headphones. She pushed them into each ear, turning on the screen. After a minute of browsing, she selected a song.

Leaning her head against the window, Vinessa watched the city lights flash by. Periodically, her green eyes would catch a neon advertisement or a hologram. Then there it was, the Corpo Plaza. The large Holofish always brought a childish grin to her face. Her eyes would light up every time she saw them. Some days she'd just go and sit on the glass, watching the fish swim around in a circle. It was peaceful and oddly comforting in this hellscape of a city. The only thing that killed the vibe was that black, ominous, Arasaka building that loomed over the Plaza like a dark shadow.

It didn't take long for the cab to pull up to the apartment building. She didn't hear what he said due to her headphones, but she didn't have to. It was the same old script they're fed at the beginning of every ride.

'Where to Ms. Or Mr?'

'You have arrived at your destination'

Or if things get dicey and exciting.

'Combat Mode Activated'.

But those are only on rare occasions.

She remained plugged into her headphones as she walked past the receptionist counter, and into the elevator. She pressed the button, pulling out her headphones. Her optics lit up red again; the call was declined as soon as she saw the name.

V was sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of cookie dough ice cream, watching some trash television show where they meet someone and in 90 days, they have to decide if they want to marry them or not. She'd watched a few episodes with him, but quickly lost interest, except for when there was drama. Plus, it was more of a show he and Ker would watch.

"Hey-" She reached over, playing with his red short spiked hair.

"Hmm?"

"I think I wanna talk."

He flicked off the TV.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure Vine? You don't have to if you feel-"

"I want to." She smiled softly. "And like you said, it could help if someone knew. Plus, it could help to just get if off my chest."

[emerald-amidst-gold]

OC Interview: Fane Lavellan

Thank you for the tag @dungeons-and-dragon-age! I’ve been eyeing up this meme for a while actually, so this was perfect timing! X3

This takes place Post-Trespasser, about a month or two after, in fact. Solas brought the idea forward, and of course, Fane refused. But after some coaxing, some explanation as to why, and the promise of a whole cake, Fane agreed to humor the request. 

*THERE BE BIG THINGS REGARDING FANE HERE* 

I got carried awaaaaaay! XD

Introduction

Can you introduce yourself?

“I can, but it’s a lengthy list,” He sighs, “...Those who are close to me, who see as but an elf, call me Fane. Those who wish to meet cobble, call me Lavellan or Herald. Those who are blinded by reverence call me ‘He Who Flew Above’. Denizens of the Fade refer to me as, ‘Devotion’ or ‘Tenacity’. However, my true name is..” He sighs again, “...Aterian. I rarely go by it, but the truth won’t be ignored. It never can be.”

What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

“Male. Elvhen. Dragon.” He huffs through his nose, shifting his gaze off to the side, “That’s all I’ll say on that. As for orientation, I’m...emotionally driven. If you asked me to look at another and tell you what’s attractive about them I would say, ‘Nothing.’ I don’t know them, so I feel nothing for them.“ He shrugs, turning his gaze back, but brandishes a glare, “There’s only one person who defies that response, and that’s because he knows me, without and within. More than that, is none of your business.”

Where and when were you born?

He lifts a hand, massaging a temple, “The ‘where’ is simple; Elvhenan. Specifics are lost to me, however, so you’ll have to be content with that response.” He shifts his gaze downwards, slowly crossing his arms, “As to when?” He sighs heavily, “...I have no answer for that other than: I’m roughly the same age, if not older, as Solas. Does it matter, honestly? Numbers fall through the cracks after a specific threshold is crossed.” What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

He unravels a crossed arm and guides his hand downwards, tapping the pommel of a sword he has fastened to his waist, “Sword. I use either long swords, short swords, or great swords.” He raises an eyebrow as a question is forwarded, “Shields?” He sneers a bit. “I don’t use shields. They get in the way, and anyways,” He raises his hand once more, the expanse steadily beginning to glow blue and silver before a spectral coating of scales cover the entirety, “this is better than any shield. I prefer the front lines, the place I can make sure no one breaches, and the lingering memory of what I once was makes sure I can do just that.” He dispels the scales and shakes out his hand before returning it to his crossed counterpart, “It takes energy to maintain, but I’m getting better at holding it for longer.”  Lastly, are you happy?

He blinks before his entire expression softens, two toned eyes shining with primary gold as they shift downwards, “...If you had asked that of me over twelve years ago I would have spat in your face and said, ‘Happiness doesn’t exist in this world’. But now..” He trails off, casting a sidelong glance towards one of the fortress’s entryways; a familiar voice sounding, firm, but soft, as if reprimanding a child, “...I understand what happiness is, and it’s in every corner if you allow yourself to see it.” His eyes shift back, holding a far away look and voice coming forward in a murmur, “I only wish we all could be happy; together.”

Family and Friends

What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

His face holds a conflicted look, as if the memory is painful before speaking, “Complicated,” he says before beginning to tap a finger against his bicep, “I had a mother. She died when I was fifteen from a wasting disease, but she was the picture of serenity. Calm, guiding, measured. Hair like moonlight. Eyes like a clear autumn day. She was--” Unbranded features twist with a look of grief, eyes going dark as his voice drops, “...I’d rather not speak of her. It still hurts to. It hurts to speak of any of them,” His eyes narrow, grief stricken expression turning somewhat bitter, “...Especially those who throw all you did for them back into your face because they refused to listen when you needed them to most. Even so, I still wish for her happiness. Cullen better be treating her right,” That bitter turns outright malicious, dark eyes going darker as another question is meekly asked, “Father? I have no father. I only had a monster that haunted my childhood, tore my token of devotion apart, and then stalked me in my dreams. So, no. I have nothing to say about that concept.”

Have you ever ran away from home?

He chuckles, “Many, many times,” He throws most of his weight into one side, tilting his head back as if thinking, counting, “I can’t even remember the amount of times I fled into the forests, to be honest. All I know is that it happened weekly, maybe even daily,” He brings his head back, snowy hair moving with the action to brush the tops of his cheekbones, “Why do you look so surprised?” he asks, snorting a bit at the meek response of, ‘Why so often?’, “Because I refused to endure being treated like a beast every hour of the day merely because I believed differently, or rather, not at all.” He sighs within the next moment, “...I wasn’t any better than the Dalish, though. I lashed out, I spat in their face, dragged their heritage through the dirt, inflicted harm from the smallest of things...” He squeezes his arms, eyes narrowing into a glare, but seeming to see through everything, “...The past repeats. An infernal spiral that will never slow.” Would you consider marriage or having children?

“Marriage? Children?” He blinks, pale visage suddenly going flush before he snarls, “Why do I need to answer those questions?!” The blush deepens and he responds despite his displeased expression, muttering and biting the inside of his cheek, “...Damned keen eyed elves. They know, don’t they? I swear if Abelas fucking ran that mouth of his, I’ll--” He sighs heavily, letting his head fall limp a bit in defeat, “...Yes. To both. The latter is already taken care of, as everyone situated in the Crossroads knows, but...” Pointed ears are now a deep shade of red, “...marriage is...on hold. War time isn’t an ideal summer wedding.” His voice drops, eyes shimmering as if he was before the person his heart yearned for, “...The sky deserves a venue better than a garden of death and deceit.” Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

“There were those in the Inquisition who I didn’t exactly see eye to eye with,” he started before shaking his head, “but I didn’t hate anyone. Everyone is entitled to their own views and what they find important.” He scowls a bit, tapping his bicep once again with a finger, “...Even if they didn’t extend the same kindness to me in the beginning. ‘Do you believe in the Maker?’ ‘Do you believe you’re chosen?’ ‘You need to use the people’s faith. It gives them hope.’” He mocks before snorting harshly, “No. No, I don’t. Oh, that suddenly makes me trash? Ohhh. How terrible.” He scoffs. “Disgusting.” Which friend knows everything about you?

“Solas,” He says within a heart beat before clearing his throat, shifting his gaze away sheepishly, “He knows me without and within.” Emerald and gold blaze as the orbs go wide, the blush of roses coming back in full force, “Wait, wait, wait! I didn’t mean--! Fuck! You better wipe that shit eating grin off your face, elf, or I swear I’ll do it for you!” He growls in frustation, throwing his hands in the air, “Why did I agree to this? What fucking dragon entertains an interview!? This is worst than the courts in Arlathan used to be! And that’s saying something!”

Asked by Fans

Are you literate? Have you been to school?

”I am literate. Sometimes to a fault, in fact,” He smiles a bit, “Poetry is my niche; a lingering memory of my mother. So, I speak cryptically at times,” He snorts, amused, “Although, I guess that isn’t much of a surprise since the Elvhen language is riddled in verse rather than practical application. Still, even some of the ancients left have a hard time deciphering my words,” He shrugs, smile turning into a smirk, “They never expected a dragon to be able to talk, I guess. Well, ta-dah.”  The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

A somber expression flits across his visage and eyes, “...That, eventually, I would hurt the one person I never wanted to.” The corner of his mouth twitches, holding both bitterness and grief; a painful duo, “...And retribution came just as swiftly, but it--” He sighs, shaking his head in defeat before muttering under his breath, “Observe and accept. Observe that what came to pass was uncontrollable, and accept that it had to happen for your path to continue, for your soul to be complete.” What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

His face blanks, mouth going into a hard line before a sigh exits through his nose slowly, “...That I don’t have tail.” He snarls, blank expression twisting in warning, “Laugh, elf. Do it.” He nods in the next second when no sounds of amusement come forth, expression going stoic once more, “That’s what I thought. You try living centuries in one form and then transitioning. See what happens.” Do you have mental health or physical issues?

He nods, sighing tiredly. “Like my names, I have a lot.” A hand motions to his body lazily, “My entire body is littered in scars, inflicted through crude experiments by an abomination that sought power like so many others,” He expression sours, jaw working back a forth, “They’ve calmed over the years, but the memories are not so kind.” He sighs, trying to calm himself and lifts his left hand; the Anchor glowing faintly and his eyes watch it, “I have an illness, or rather, sensitivity to any Fade born essence. That, too, has calmed and I’m grateful for that. As for my mind..” He trails off, grimacing a bit as if suddenly in pain, “...Visualize the Void, and there’s your answer. Black walls with crimson torches, seats empty, but somehow wanting for memories to take their seats. However, those occupants never come, burnt to ash by fury’s flame. That’s my mind in a nutshell.” What is your current main goal?

He raises his eyebrows, pursing his lips, “Mm, as of right now, I’m busy helping Solas unlock the eluvians that he couldn’t while I was away,” He flexes his marked hand, watching it with a look of determination in his eyes, “That’ll take time, but after, my people, my kin will have their skies back. I won’t let this power be squandered, and I won’t let the key that I’ve been entrusted with fall into the wrong hands.” His face hardens further, “For if that key rusts, the locks break and the sky will blacken as surely as the earth will redden.”

Choices

Drink or food?

“Drinks.” He says with ease, shrugging, “Food is comforting, especially sweets, but a glass of rum or ale, or a cup of chamomile tea really pounds the word ‘relaxation’ into my head.” Cats or dogs?

He smiles, warmth caressing its edges, “You’ve seen Nislean wandering about the halls, laying on the window sills and curling up in front of the fire,” He hums suddenly, crossing his arms again, “Which reminds me, I need to go out of the Crossroads for milk. I’ll be getting more than five bottles this time.” Optimist or pessimist?

“Depends on who you ask,” He shrugs, seeming unbothered, “I’m neither from a personal standpoint. I try to see the bright spots, but shadows can be very persistent.”   Sassy or sarcastic?

He snorts, “Ask Fen’harel,” his voice is light upon the title, playfully mocking in its deepness, “He knows all about that side. Although, he would label it, ‘insufferable’. I would call myself dryly sarcastic, though.”

Have You Ever

Been caught sneaking out?

He purses his lips, “Hmm. Not that I can recall,” he says slowly before his brows jumped and his eyes lit up with memory, “Oh! Wait. There was that one time where I was with Solas and Mythal in a...courtyard, I think?” He shrugs before shrugging, “Doesn’t matter. But, I tried to slip away, tail and all, and I...may have shattered one or two or three eluvians trying to get to the balcony.” He somewhat wistfully, smirking, “Elgar’nan got fucking stuck in a far off settlement for a week, though. Completely worth getting my horn chewed off by a wolf.” Broken a bone?

“Surprisingly, no.” He huffs in amusement, “Wonder of wonders, truthfully.” Received flowers?

“I have,” He scowls, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in disgust, “but I always throw them into the fire. Most are from suitors, those who don’t know what the fuck ‘taken’ means.” Ghosted someone?

His face tightens, completely deadpan, “...No?”, he says, voice raising in question a bit, “At least I don’t believe so. But, then again...oh.” He blanks further, “...Oh. I understand the term now. You mortals are forever twisting the languages, aren’t you? I can’t keep up, but the answer is still no.” Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get?

“Maybe once or twice, but I don’t ‘laugh’ per say.” He huffs through his nose deliberately, “I do that; a puff of air. Some habits are never truly able to be broken. No matter the form.”

Tagging: @oxygenforthewicked @blueheaded @little-lightning-lavellan @noire-pandora @the-dreadful-canine and anyone else that’d like to play! (no pressure, of course!)

[toujoursmiraculous]

Thoughts and Reaction to SENTIBUBBLER

For the past month, every day my sister greeted me with "Sentibubbler!" Sometimes multiple times a day. So this episode was a very anticipated one. The trailer spoiled that the opening scene was a dream, so I wasn't expecting to be surprised or anything like that. HAHA BOY WAS I WRONG But first, this dream points out several things she's worried about and she's going to have to address because they're seriously stressing her out. Likely in the order of occurrence in the episode is how we'll see it addressed. (In chronological order because let's be real, broadcasting companies don't seem to care much about what episodes we get when, so we'll likely see them happen out of this order) - Alya and Trixx being able to keep the secret and be trustworthy. (Which seems to be taken care of in this episode) - Nino finding out she's Ladybug. Nino's close with Alya, so tbh it's probably just a matter of time before he finds out on his own, or they break down and decide to tell him. - Chloe's issue with the Miraculous and Ladybug's rule that has only applied to Chloe so far. - And Chat Blanc. It seems Chat Blanc becoming akumatized again is a bigger fear to her than all the rest, based on her reaction, being horrified and backing up to the point she knocks stuff off the table. It also shows that she's thinking about how her and Chat Noir in this other timeline were in fact together and thinking about what the reason for it is. She believed that it was them being together knowing their secret identities, and their love did it. So here in this dream, well everyone knows right, so what's keeping them from being together now? Interesting thought to have for someone who claims she doesn't love him. ;) Tikki squeaks when bounced. Good to know lol But poor thing was asleep. LOL the Lochness Monster is Trixx's doing, huh? It's like every major event in history happened because of a Kwami. What else are we going to learn xD Marinette being freaked out by the tarantula. The biggest spider I've ever seen in my house is a Giant Crab Spider. Freaked me out so much too. Poor thing was terrified though so I let it go outside. xD Are Alya's parents going to be like Marinette's parents and just shrug when their daughter says things they don't understand and let it go. Because in their situation, those are the best parents to have. Except Adrien's, who isn't around....oof moving on. And here is the start of Nino feeling left out... DX Anyone that knows me knows I adore him, so this is going to begin to get really painful for me. ;-; TRIXX IS JUST SO STINKING CUTE And then suddenly with the phone ringing and empty room with a villain on the other line threatening the lives of her friends and family, did I feel like I entered one of my Taiwanese dramas instead of Miraculous Ladybug. And I love it! I had no idea how Alya was going to deal with Shadow Moth's call, instructions, and Sentibubbler in the room, I was at the edge of my seat. Older seasons it was so much easier to have a good general idea anyway of what was going to happen, but now you get caught by surprise much more. Alya is so brilliant, there's honestly nobody better for Marinette to have told first. I love Chat Noir so much and for emotional reasons, I wanted him to know first. But it's so easy for one or both to be unable to transform or do their job, they need at least one other on the outside they can trust. Alya is certainly that someone. I do think Nino knowing and Adrien finding out will make them the strongest though. But of course, not without its consequences. There is no perfect solution. I also want to point out too. When Marinette was trying to decide what to do, she thought of ways that would cause significant trouble, or worse. Transforming in front of everyone and going back in time to erase that. Nothing she thought of to get herself out of the situation was a good idea. Chat Noir didn't want to listen to Rena Rouge and was going to blow her plan up. Her wording wasn't great, and she should've said it differently so he'd be more likely to listen. But

both Ladybug and Chat Noir were going to do things that would cause serious damage and consequences. Rena Rouge was the one that helped make things go smoothly. But also yikes the fact that Chat Noir got so angry and hurt about being left out (it didn't even have anything to do with Ladybug, so that's going to be a misunderstanding that adds up and comes back later ooof) that he destroyed a chimney with his baton. o.o But his "Oh well Miraculous Ladybug will fix it anyway so I can't feel too bad" xD Everything lately about these episodes just screams "Chat Noir and Nino are going to have to know, at least some details, and soon." either that or both of them walk away because they can't put up with it anymore. And I'm pretty sure we're not getting the latter! Chat Noir being told by Marinette to stay where he is. Chat: BUT WHYYYY x.x Marinette: Rena Rouge created a Ladybug illusion to trick Sentibubbler, who is a Sentimonster. If you go there, you might ruin her entire plan! Chat: ... and you know this how? That's really sus, Marinette... Marinette just goes all casual Chat-like as she explains and he just doesn't even question anything anymore lololol Alya being super smart and getting Shadow Moth away from her while she still keeps the Miraculous. Hahahaha what if all the rest do that too, that'll be so great. x3 Chat, explains what's going on and what he has to do. Marinette: Good idea! :D Chat: Relax. The real Ladybug will save her and together we will save you. Marinette: We're already saving them, Kitty. We already are... Me: AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY HEART ;-; The only real physical damage done to Paris that day was when the Agreste's decided to vent their anger out on innocent buildings. Marinette being as Ladybug to Chat Noir as she can be while Marinette's the one with him trapped in a bubble. x33 I love how he uses Cataclysm, gets trapped in the bubble again, and Marinette just blinks at him like "Oh Kitty...:c" In S1, Marinette would've rolled her eyes and shook her head lol Ladybug transforming in a bubble right next to Chat Noir and he knows absolutely nothing :D I'd be so nervous even with that illusion if it were me. Chat Noir: NOBODY CAN MUTE ME Shadow Moth: Wanna bet? THAT ACTION SHOT OF PEGABUG TAKING THE COFFEE CUP FROM HAWK MOTHS IS ONE OF MY ALL-TIME FAVORITES Her hair is so pretty and her smug look is just so perfect!! Chat Noir saving Nino <3 Ladybug and Rena Rouge's hug <3 Seriously loving these friend moments. But they make me nervous about what's to come. "Hey, I thought today would be the end of Chat Noir." Oh dear. Please don't have him thinking like this still. What's it going to take for this poor boy to understand he's irreplaceable and she cares so much about him? At this point I think him knowing her feelings for him and some of the truth, but not all of it, would be what it'd take. Okay, the scenes after the end card now are tripping me up. Such creepy, dramatic music with a getting angrier all the time Gabriel. Scary. Thanks to spoilers from TFOU, this scene here, hints at the finale episode for sure. And that was the episode! I really enjoyed this one, I love how it's really getting the ball rolling on some problems that later on will need to be fixed, to then have them come back happier and stronger than before. We just need to live through it first lol.

[homestuckexamination]

Combat Character Stat Builds

Oh my this is a lot, so I am Readmore-ing it. X3

I’ll just be talking about archetypal character builds and classes in terms of purely RPG combat builds rather than story or meta-affecting capabilities for simplicity’s sake.

Oooh, I think Dirk is a Lightning Bruiser as well. He has the same skillset as Bro had with flashstepping and being able to slice enemies rather easily. Collide never featured any of the Striderstep (idk why), but I guess they did it offscreen? He also got wrecked more times than Dave and Terezi did in Collide. Idk why either, maybe because Dave is directly sabotaged/taught by Bro Strider himself while Terezi went through more combat using misdirection than him in general? Dirk is very much an action man who, if he has a list of RPG stats, would be pretty high on at least almost everything with a focus on offense/ATK.

What differentiates Lightning Bruiser from Jack-of-All-Stats is that a Lightning Bruiser is absurdly great at anything, often trading it off with certain drawbacks (e.g. high cost, difficult-to-execute maneuvers, etc.) to keep them from being too overwhelming.

LE would count as one too, but he’s that one dirty hacker ruining everything online. The Peixes, Zahhaks, and Dave may also count. To separate them, Feferi and the Zahhaks are more straightforward unless you count their risen doomed versions. Although, the clear line between Equius and Horuss is that the former is a Close-Range Combatant because he keeps breaking his bow unless he’s equipped with the same strength-limiting device Horrus wears, making him a Monk with his Fistkind default. Horrus would be a Master-of-All player but doesn’t feel very fulfilled about it. Meenah being an archetypal Thief shows through her stealing and being very fast. What prevents her from being a typical Fragile Speedster-kind of thief is that she’s very physically sturdy with high endurance to the point that she’s able to daydream about her alternate self with no bother while being beaten over and over. She also has high strength as a fuchsia blood much like Feferi is able to leap dozens of feet off the water. If Dirk is more Ninja-esque, Dave is, in Final Fantasy terms, a straightforward Fighter. He’s offensively-oriented and has a good amount of stamina to last long. Being a Knight in RPGs in general also comes with support abilities (e.g. being able to shield allies, give buffs, etc.).

Psychics/psionics like the Megidos & Captors would be Long-Range Fighters. They mainly use their psychic abilities to reach and lift something from afar to compensate for having less physical prowess (unless you’re Indigo-blooded Roboradia) and psionics for the Captors to incinerate. They’re the equivalents of Black Mages if you go for Final Fantasy terms. Offensive Magicians, if you’re unfamiliar. With their different Sgrub titles and special abilities though, it’s best to differentiate them more as different types of “Mages” in RPGs as a whole. Psychics are also a class of their own in certain games.

Jane is a Combat Medic because her main role is healing and reviving while having the Egbert/Crocker strength to lift a fridge and stab people with her fork. She’s the White Mage of the party that has some offensive skills.

Tavros and Jake have Magicarp Power- very slow buildup, but great potential is a tradeoff in being Pages. The Nitrams in general can be Puppet Fighters in a “control fauna into fighting for you” way- Summoners or Beastmasters in RPG-speak (hence The Summoner title).

Roxy also is the RPG archetype of a Thief, albeit a passive version. She’s a Stealth Expert, being sneakier and having an easier time staying undetected through the void. Similarly to Meenah, Roxy also doesn’t have the fragility archetypal thieves have in that she has high strength- being able to leap several meters fast enough to snatch Rose away, uses Fistkind like Equius, and if her Beta version is anything to go by, being able to knock out giants with one punch. She also has a Ninja theme going on with all the slinky escapes with a dash of Monk in terms of martial prowess.

Rose is a support-type of Mage. She’s the Scholar. Or a Wizard. As the name suggests, scholars are studious and rely heavily on processed information to analyze opponents and buff allies. They are usually the ones who are fond of lore and through that, they are often equipped with the ability to supernaturally foresee what an enemy’s next move would be, their strengths, and their weaknesses..

Terezi fits the category too, but while Rose is more magical with light beams and stabs every now and then, the former fights more physically. Terezi is more of a Jack-of-all-Stats as a Scholar. She doesn’t possess any fighting prowess that exceeds outstandingly compared to her teammates, but she’s balanced. She is neither particularly swift nor very STRONG, but Terezi carried on being tossed, suplexed, stabbed, and survived through a few apocalypses.

Gamzee is the Joke Character that’s pretty ineffective in most cases but with ridiculously high stats that can turn him into a Lethal Joke Character. The Bard is often the butt of jokes in RPGs ever since DnD, usually performing to buff allies and weaken enemies.

*I could go on with other characters, but I’m doing other things.

I. Honestly don’t have much to add, this is really nice analysis on itself! I agree with a majority of it but, yeah you went deep there. X3

[kanene-yaaay]

Go Virge, go!

Kanene’s note: TODAAAAAAAAAY IS A SPECIAAAAAL DAYYYY!!! DO YOU KNOW WHY?? THAT IS RIGHT! BECAUSE TODAY IS @why-not-a-tickle-blog BIRTHDAY!!!! Gooooosh!!!! I know I already did a whole speech before, mah friendo, but you’re just so amazing and lovely! Aaaaaa I’m happy for being your friend! <33

Okay, I got a little carried away! Enjoy the gift! x3

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW Tickle-Fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* Oneshot. Something around 3.800 words.w-)b. Lee!Virgil and Ler!Patton in Human AU.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Since  it’s a gift: Essa fanfic não será traduzida, mals. Thankys for reading, my lollipops, especially you, Livvy!! Have a wonderful and incredible day just like you! 

[~*~]

Patton was confused. A lot.

 And that wasn’t even a whole brand-new thing in his life.

 Patton got confused quite frequently, being honest.  

He got confused when he accidentally fell asleep on the couch and woke up four hours later with all his house painted in the dark of the night and without a single drop of memory about where he is or who he is for some minutes. Patton got confused when his attention was caught in some adorably adorable video of kittens being the best thing in the world and quickly ran to Virgil’s room just to show them to him, not understanding why his friend can’t stop looking at him quizzically until Virgil finally asks why does he has a spoon in the knot of his cardigan and Patton jumps because HIS COOKIES ARE IN THE OVEN AND HOW MUCH TIME HAD PASSED-

 Oh. Wait. That is not what he was talking about. Focus, focus!

 Anyway. Life is confusing, feelings, thoughts, actions, trying your best, keep going, look at the refrigerator just to realize you have no idea of what you were supposed to be searching in the first place, humans…

 Yeah, especially humans.

 Patton stared at the figure of his friend laid on the couch, absently looking at his phone while a piece of smile adorned his face. The movie both decided to watch paused in the background as the one currently in the kitchen waited for the popcorn get ready, his hand held lightly his chin and a frown rest peacefully in his features, mirroring the same expression he always saw on Logan every time he was confronted by a problem whose solution seemed impossible to find.

 It was The Pose of all the incredible genius in the world, right? Therefore, in some moment about now the answers of all his questions should magically pop before him, unfolding and refolding in logic patterns just like in all the mystery series and books.

 Right about noooow…

 …

 Now?

 …

 Well, it didn’t work.

 Patton pouted, turning to pour the warm and probably delicious snack in big bowls that both would pretend they wouldn't be able to finish before even getting in the middle of the so expected movie. He grabbed the bowls and headed to the other room, reprising the entire day in his mind, a faint echo of Logan saying that could help basing his decision.

 Everything started in the morning with Patton arriving at their breakfast table only to find Virgil, but not his usual Virgil.

 That was a Virgil without his hoodie.

 Not that it was a totally strange thing! Usually by his free mornings he would prefer to wander in the house on his comfortable pajamas, however the thing today is… he wasn’t on his pajamas. He was prepared to fight the world – actually Virgil was just going to work, but he said this sounded more badass - on his black Slipknot shirt, jeans and the hoodie nowhere near to be seen.

 Besides that, today was predominantly cold. Cold enough for the one wearing glasses end up missing his favorite cat cardigan by the time he arrived their house, searching for the so dearly craved cloth in every little corner until Patton came across the scene of his friend - his best edgy, lovely friend cutely wearing it and being equally playfully bratty when tried ask it back, pulling out his tongue out as his form dazed in a chase the moment Patton’s promise of ‘physically fight for it!’ – which was a lie, obviously. He gave up the vestment the very moment his eyes locked in a Virgil playing with the cat ears sewed in it – flew from his mouth.

 And, after getting tired out, they cuddled! Okay, this wasn’t nearly a strange occurrence between both, albeit was one of those rare moments when Virgil was the one who initiated it, laying on his lap with a pout and a sharp look, as if he dared the other to say something (and Patton didn’t!! He swears!! Squeals. Do. Not. Count. As. Words.), feeling comfortable enough to even start a Poking War as they were accommodating themselves on the cushions, rays of giggles, squeaks filling the place for some heartbeats before both decided to metamorphose their last bit of routine into a movie night.

 Which was exactly what they were doing!

 Now, don’t get Patton wrong. He was absolutely delighted by everything! Knowing Virgil felt comfortable, safe enough to act nonchalant around him was so heart-warming he could almost feel himself melt in happiness!

 ….But…

 But there was this signal in the back of his mind. A particularly different gleam in the other’s eyes he had already seen before, however couldn’t quite place its meaning yet. Some words unpronounced amongst his lightly snarky demeanor. Some little thing that made Patton feel playful and happily bubbly as well, except he couldn’t really grab the exact information, the exact why or the exact memory.

 Not yet, at least.

  [~*~]

  Virgil was about to fucking quit it.

 No, actually, he was about to fuck quit everything when he woke up of his incredibly, horrible, wonderfully teasy tickle dream. The tingles of the dreamy tickles still ghostly buzzing on his body as he quietly giggled, burying his face in the pillows and kicking about everything on his bed, eyes firmly closed as the memories bathed his mind in a flow made to increase awfully his lee mood.

 And then one of his favorite artists posted some new things on Tumblr, which obligated him to see all their new posts and, who knows, accidentally click in the tag ‘My arts’ of them, which end up with him re-finding other works he had already forgot about, path that consequently leaded to some more reblogs and therefore another bunch of tickle blogs which, of course, made his lee mood at work almost unbearable.

 At least he had the cold to blame if someone questioned about the persistent blush spread on his features.

 After everything, finally: The calm and quiet of home, broken by his determined decision to try to make – somehow - Patton tickle him. His friend was soft and playful by nature, and he already knew Virgil liked tickles (quite of an interesting story involving a meme, a movie and the power going out. Heh. Do not ask about it.) so, I mean, the worst part was already gone, right? It wouldn’t probably be that bad. Virgil would just act naturally, smoothly following a few advices he found in some blogs discussing this topic and hope, for the sake of his life, the Universe wouldn’t follow Murphy's Law for ONCE.

 Of course, that didn’t happen. OF COURSE.

 Virgil tried first to be a bratty. He stole Patton’s cardigan and even ran across the house in an attempt to maintain his new possession. He stretched while laid in Patton’s lap: no hoodie, ticklish spots right there. In the last shot he even let himself giggle every single time his mind wandered to the dark corner designed especially for the subject. The one wearing smudged make up even started a poke war!! A poke war!! What kind of poke war doesn't evolve to a tickle war where he would, so sadly and despise his best efforts, lose spectacularly??

 He crossed his arms and DID NOT pout, blowing grumpily some strands of hair that fell in his vision’s field.

 “I would sell my soul for a tickle.” Virgil growled, his usually careful façade crumbling under the quite persistent thoughts of fingers spidering on his ribs, counting each one of them before lazily dragging the tip of the nails to his quivering tummy, dancing and poking unbothered by his squi-

 “What was that?”

 Virgil squeaked, jumping some centimeters in the air when the voice of his approaching friend filled the room, the words getting stuck in his throat, his head shooting in the other’s direction, wide eyes.

 “What.” He eloquently offered.

 “I was too far, didn’t hear what you said, sorry. Could you repeat, please?”

 Virgil tried – failing - to not blush. Patton was… actually being serious, right? That wasn’t any kind of tease, even if the traitor little demon he usually called brain unhelpfully unlocked all the memories of all the tickle fanfics he read that began with that exact same words. “Nothing. It was nothing.” He promptly ignored the way his voice came out slightly high.

 “Oh, okay!” Patton kindly smiled, putting the popcorn on the coffe table and looking for some space on the couch to lay down while Virgil pressed play, the show’s opening quickly filling the air and silence hanging between both. Patton stopped. Suddenly Virgil felt a shiver run across his whole body, his gaze turning to his friend, only to find the one wearing glasses staring at him intently.

 “You like tickles.”

 The word only was enough to jolt his body back to a sitting position, butterflies starting to wake up, proceeding to fly the most desperate as possible in his stomach, his brain fuzzing, crumbling for answers of How and When and What the Fuc-

 “What? NO! I mean, yes but how- when did you just…”

 “Oh!” Patton gasped and Virgil felt his whole face in flames once the realization of the shiny gleam in the other’s eyes, almost as literal stars shining, hit him. Maybe… Maybe something he had done before finally work? “That is why you initiated a Poke War? Were you trying to make me tickle you? Vee, you just needed to ask!”

 Yep. No. Nope. No way. That was definitely worse.

 Virgil tried to hide himself in his hoodie, deciding he could very much rather perish in his Lee Mood than stare at the pure love and awe gazed right in his direction. His lips curving in a shadow of a smile for a second when he pressed himself further on the furniture, noticing with a grumble leaving his mouth the only armor he owned was the cat cardigan. Hood pulled up and his face firmly pressed on his knees, he ignored the way his excited giggles started to bounce and dance in his throat, resulting in his own body bounce a bit.

 “Knock knock…” Virgil felt a light tapping on his knee.

 “Fuck off.” The hissed answer ran without letting he even think about it, too much occupied in pretending to not notice how much this position left his entire tickl- I mean, sensitive torso vulnerable and how much not seeing what was happening increased second by second the tingles and shivers crazily racing in his skin.

 “Gasp! Virgil!” The one dying in the cat cardigan internally rolled his eyes at the literally audible gasp his friend vocalized, almost being able to see the playful mood taking over his expression as it always has when they swore around him. “I should tickle you for this, Mister Potty Mouth!” Yes. Yes!! Come on, come on! “But I won’t.”

 Hey now, what.

 “What?!” His head shot upwards absurdly fast, a fact which, obviously, he would deny it to the end of his living and non-living days.

 “I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide or ignore your desire for tickles every time you have them! Especially…”

 ‘Please – see? I know how to use some freaking good words. - Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say, Patton. You’re cool, you’re a funny guy, you have good intentions but you have any ideas of what the fuck will happen??’ Virgil found himself almost pleading, the sentences already running in his head, but his lips firmly gripped in the fear to let out more than these simple words.

 “… Since I’m totally okay in tickling you! Oh, wait. Did you just squirm? Aww, Virgil!! That is so, so adorable! You’re blushing, too! Awwwwww!!! Okay, okay, okay, I’m… Imma gonna die of cuteness. You’re truly the most precious being I’ve ever met!!! Wait, what I was just saying…?” 

 ‘I will die! No! I’m already dying! See? You already accomplished what you wanted!! Let’s move on to the next damn part!’

 “Oh right!” Patton lightly hit the side of his head. “I’m glad to tickle you! Truly! All you have to do is…”

 ‘Dude, Patton, Pat-Pat, Popstar don’t…’

 “Ask me! Please, please, please!!” Virgil stared him dead in his eyes, crossing his arms, his cheeks so hot that he was surprised his face didn’t melt yet. “Aw, don’t give me that look, kiddo!” Virgil just narrowed his eyes further. Patton pouted, his ‘Puppy Eyes’ expression – more like an unfair weapon - showing and nailing cracks on Virgil’s resolution.

 They stayed like this for a while, until Patton abruptly lifted his hands, his fingers wiggling on Virgil’s direction, the movement so out of blue that catched his friend out of guard, a true yelp jumping from him before he grumpily growled and let himself fall on the cushions.

 “I can’t.”

 “Of course, you can, kiddo! I’m rooting for ya! Wanna see?” And then he started to fold and unfold his fingers, approaching them to Virgil inch by inch “Go Virge, go! Go, Virge, go! Goooo, Virgeyyyy, go!” Inch by inch. Close and then even closer. The boy with a wobbly smile in his face felt like he couldn’t tear his eyes from the movements, the butterflies seeming to freak out in his stomach in the rhythm of the cheers.

 He hides his face behind his hands. Patton was going to be the end of his existence.

 “Stohop it.” Dammit. He was breaking.

 ‘Come on, guy! You can do this!’ He internally whined.

 “Ooh, is that a beauty giggly giggle what I hear? The cheering should be working then, don’t you think?! We believe in you, Virge-poo! And we can’t wait for when we…” Virgil dared to spy the scene between his fingers, only to see Patton’s hands barely touching his sides, his fingers positioned in a claw shape. “… getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha!!” They suddenly moved, clawing unbearably away and terribly close at each couple of words.

 No. Virgil did NOT squeal nor squirmed closer to the fingers. Fuck you. Nobody asked. That is none of your business anyway.

 ‘Just… just don’t think about it! Pull it off. Like… I don’t know! Like a stupid band aid!’

 “It is going to be so much fun! I didn’t even tickle you yet and you’re already giggling excitedly! Think in all your wonderful, beautiful laughter flying everywhere when I finally tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle you silly!! You’ll be giggling up a storm! Happy gasp! Pun inserted!”

 Virgil obligated himself to take a deep breath and not stare the warm, teasy hands which were oblivious of the intern turmoil caused as they rested on his sides. Their tips very lightly, almost impossible to feel and – even more difficult to ignore - poking the ticklish skin, as if they simply couldn’t bring themselves to stay still. The one laid on the couch and yet hiding his face felt the urge to kick just to get off all the pleasantly nervous energy building up in his body.

 “Virgey-wiggly-wiggley…~”

 “TICKLEMEPLEASE!”

 Patton squeaked excited, the teasy grin immediately giving space to the joyful smile. “Of course!” He grazed his fingers up his sides to his ribcage, the nails lightly drawing circles around each one of the ribs, receiving a quick tasering in the middle of them before going up to the next one, letting for a piece of moment Virgil’s bubbly and more high-pitched giggles fill the room alone.

 The cat cardigan owner ran the tip of his fingers up and down, up and down, up and down his sides, watching in complete awe the way the other squirmed at each infinitesimal move. He stopped the movement on his right side, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses as accompanied Virgil adorably wiggling away from the reminiscent tickles, as if he tried to escape from the evil fingers scribbling in that exactly spot which connected his left side to his tummy and leaded cute, sweet titters escape from his gigantic smile.

 A devious plan shinned in his head.

 Patton ceased the tickling in order to give him a breath, smiling at the pout that didn’t take too long before blooming in the other’s features.

 He quickly poked his left side, immediately hearing quiet, bubbly giggles dance across the air as Virgil wiggled to his right, only to be warmly welcomed by scratches of one single finger on his lower back, making his breath stop so fast a snort escape. Virgil widened his eyes, his hands automatically clapping in his mouth at the same time a big, gleaming grin took over Patton’s expression. They stared at each other, fingers never stopping, squirms never ending.

 “No.” His voice was slightly wobbly, giggles beginning to intertwine his words as his friend scribbled softly again. “No no no! You are a- dON’T!- such a dork!!! No!!”

 They initiated the cycle again. Every time Virgil squirmed to escape from the left tingles to the right tickles one more finger was added to the attack, soon leaving the blushed poor victim kicking sporadically when the ten fingers resumed their light, tickly attack. “I’m going t-t-to kick you!!” and then was subdued to the snorts and squeals painting his fast titters.

 The one who wore the cat hoodie which moments before had slipped from his head in the ““fight””, now showing clearly the red strongly flaming his cheeks and the tip of his ears shook his head from side to side, the frown he tried to form being immediately won by the smile taking over his features. Virgil let himself embrace the feeling completely over, laughing freely, almost doesn’t believing this was actually happening.

 That it didn’t matter how much he tried to escape nor squirm, the tickling just followed his movements, just as all his (fake) protests didn’t stop the excited, evil teases pouring from the other’s mouth. Not to tell how only the big, happy gaze from Patton was definitely not helping in the slightest his current state at all!

 He was certain. There was no way out of this. He was going to melt and   d i e.

 And he was loving every single second of this.

 “Aww! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Look at the happiness shining in your face!! Someone really, really loves some tickly-tickles, am I right? But don’t worry, Virgey-wiggley! I will give you all the tickles you could ever want! Like here!” He booped Virgil’s bellybutton “Here” A couple of fingers slid on his waistline “And here, and here, and here and everywhere!” Fingers flew quickly, traveling on his hips, collarbone, sides, behind his ears…

 The incapacity to know where Patton would strike next killed every single drop of coherent thoughts of his mind, which could only focus on the tickling and how much it was unbearable and everywhere and it  t i c k l e d . His giggles grew to chortles, his hands flying from his own face to lightly push Patton’s, dislocating his glasses and freeing surprised chuckles mixed with his own squeaks.

 “Virgil!!” Patton ceased the playful attack in order to retire the other’s hands off his face, before both knew they’re wrestling, laughter cutting their acts and weakening their movements. “Virge!! I will go to another spot this way!”

 In a blink of an eye one of his friend’s arms hugged his sides and Patton felt a malefic grin crawling his lips without even noticing its presence. Very much different from Virgil, who in the same heartbeat realized his mistake, using the opportunity of the instant of distraction to lightly push the cookie lover off him, quickly dashing across the house. All his instincts gleaming and sparkling the sign of ‘Survive’ in his veins.

 The only reason of what Virgil forgot about the numbness from spending so much time laid on his legs, resulting in trips that definitely made him lose some crucial speed as he encircled the couch, capturing with the corner of his eyes the scene of Patton jumping of the cushions and following his escape route. The crackling dancing in the air owned by nobody specific.

 His heart beat faster, the joy raced his nerves and made his tummy tingle in advance just for imagining the exact moment where two arms would hug him firmly yet gently from behind and his ears would be set on fire the very same moment Patton would say-

 “Gotcha, Giggly Storm! I gotcha, gotcha ya!!” Patton dug his thumbs right above Virgil’s hips, the remaining fingers clawing the poor, sensitive skin in his back, leading belly laughter to took over his friend’s sentence, his knees buckling and legs uncontrollable kicking as Patton sat with him on the floor, pressing his back on his chest and resting his head on his shoulder.

 “Patton!! Pahahatton, come on, no!” Patton just hummed, two fingers calmly walking on Virgil’s waistline. “Don’t you dare!! Don’t you fuckin- gah!” The nails began to slid in the length of the belly, going from a side to another as elected soft snorts and bouncy giggles.

 “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Did you thought you could run away from the Tickle Monster? Poor unfortunate soul ~. Now the Tickle Monster has to give you a bunch of more ticklish tickly tickles just for this, don’t you think?!” And then Virgil felt the tickles speed up to scribbles and clawing and wiggles delivered in every inch of his tummy. Going in random patterns, drawing forms on his sweet spot, up and down, from a side to another, over and over again. Quick enough to make him sporadically squirm and kick, a rain of squeals, yelps and squeals flowing from his lips, yet soft and light enough to let him rest his head on the other’s chest and just enjoy the feeling.

 “Awww! Look at how much shaking your tum-tum is! It is probably so happy in receiving its so much craved tickle tickle tickles, right, Virgey-poo?” The answer was only a blushy Virgil hiding his face on Patton’s neck, giggling nonstop.

 “Nonono!! It’s not!” And, if that move only led to a now very exposed neck to be gifted with some special scratches? They both pretended it wasn’t on purpose.

 Patton just rolled his eyes, playfully exasperated, quietly chuckling when the other jumped with the quick squeeze delivered on his hip.

 It didn’t take long before Virgil let out his first ‘Stop’, which Patton happily obliged, don’t having the heart to move when he realized Virgil’s breath becoming calmer, his eyelashes closing as he snuggled closer to the one wearing glasses.

 The duo knew very well they would probably regret napping on the hard, cold floor later, yet none of them managed to bring themselves to care, especially when Virgil’s quiet snorts with the second tickle dream of the day lullabied Patton to an equally peaceful dream.

  [~*~]

  Random non-said thing: Patton only remembered that information because the movie they’re going to watch was one of the trilogy they were watching when Virgil gathered up enough will to tell him he likes tickling.

[yadelah]

Can you talk about your EMDR therapy? I've seen it mentioned as a really good option for some people, but I haven't read any first-hand accounts.

Okay so it’s kinda weird but it’s been super effective for me

First step is they’ll create your timeline of memories with major reactions. The stuff that causes you to have physical manifestations and sensations when you remember. It’s like a pot that’s too hot to touch. My therapist had me name these memories and put them in a folder. I don’t have to talk about. I just have to name them and be able to recall them. Then we go about and I create more folders of memories that come to mind that have similar physical sensations? And those memories are considered linked.

Then! We write down a list of things I love and can talk about. The things that light up your eyes. Where you’re enthusiastic to talk about and remember and reminisce. I’ve talked about Slime Rancher, Monster Rancher, Animes, I’m going to talk about learning and making Clay for next weeks session. Because having a list of things that brings you joy is a prerequisite you get the side bonus of learning how to clock when you’re having a really good time and better able to recall those moments.

Now, this next bit is where I say I am not a professional, I’m just going to describe the process and the theory but you should really really get a professional to guide you through it.

So there’s this weird bit with the brain where if you tap one side of your body and then tap the other side. The literal process the brain has to do to process those sensations will also engage a thing in your brain. If you do the alternating taps fast, it’ll help you quickly process your emotions. So it’s really useful for panic attacks and high emotional states. That’s called the butterfly technique and there’s a video about it on YouTube. Now! If you do the tapping slowly, it’s not about processing, it’s about programming.

It’s like that super Mario speed run trick where the player can actually reprogram a certain bit of the memory using in character actions? You are doing a natural process to hack your brain.

SO x3 (times three not kitty face), this is the emdr flash technique that brings in all the prep together. The therapist will ask you to access the memory of one of the files. You bring it up but try to keep yourself one foot in and one foot out. Or like it’s happening outside a car window and you are just viewing the scenery. (This is where you can ground yourself as an eject button if it’s too rough). Once you access that memory, without having to talk about it, you just think about it, the therapist will ask you to talk about the thing that brings you joy and has you tapping your legs. The therapist will tap with you and you are to keep pace with them.

The therapist will ask you to blink a few times to, like, really program it in.

Now, you do all that and then guess what happens? Immediately, I am talking RIGHT AFTER, when you’re asked to access the memory the intensity of it will go down.

On a scale of 1 to 10 I’ve had shit that hits with an 8. Memories that literally lock me down and make me static for hours become 2s or 0s. It’s wild!

The memories are still there but they have the same emotional effect as remembering when you sneezed one time. I was no longer locked down or become angry or sad or panicked. It just sorta existed in my head.

Also another disclaimer, I seem to be exceedingly good at it? Literally my therapist said I’ll do in one session that it’ll take others 5?? I think it’s cuz I used to practice lucid dreaming and there’s a ton of crossover skills for digging through memories and letting your brain take you places when building your timeline?

But it’s amazingly freeing. It honestly feels like when your computer gets rid of the malware and viruses and suddenly you get a performance boost. I don’t spend nearly as much time now stuck in reoccurring memories. I still do and I’m finding new ones but I legit forget about some of them because they no longer have any bite to them.

It’s like once touching a burning pan and now you are super detrimentally conscious of that pan from now on. But then if you hambone and talk about something you enjoy after thinking about that burn memory suddenly that memory isn’t special. It has no more power over you.

Edit to add: OH!! I forgot the coolest bit! Remember when I said those memories were linked? When the weirdest thing is that when you work on getting the 8s down to 2s, the 3s and 4s will more than likely become 0s on their own because working on one memory is basically working on all the linked memories.

Hope that helps!

[itsybitsylemonsqueezy]

Please now I am desperate for a Baba breakdown from you. Favorite part of him? Least favorite? What would you change? What do you think is unchangeable? *pleading face*

Oh, I see I’ve sparked an interest ^^; Of course I’ll talk about the best little whore in all of Japan, Baba Shigeki xp 

I joke, but like... have you seen Y5? He’s not leaving much up to interpretation, tbh : | And I love that! Baba is a really fantastic and well-executed RGG character and it’s a shame so much of fandom is sleeping on him. (I know mostly it’s that it takes people awhile to get to Y5 ^^; )

Baba occupies a really important space in the Yakuza universe, the assassin. He’s an important reminder that not Everyone in this universe is a moralistic do-gooder. People like Majima and Kiryu are in fact in the minority. Most of the yakuza are thugs, people ready and willing to hurt others and even kill. And we’ve had assassins before in Kazama and Sera, but they’re mostly out of our hand. We don’t know them too well personally. and that makes sense, they’re the previous generation, their values and choices are reflective of a different time. Our time is largely shaped by Kiryu, he is the yakuza messiah. But just because he’s king god of the criminal underworld doesn’t mean that the underworld isn’t still... y’know, dark and harsh. Especially since Kiryu renounced his throne. 

And Baba is the stark reminder of that. I had been waiting for a long time for us to come into contact with a yakuza member who didn’t fall in line when we finally got to Baba. Because, as we all like to point out, Kiryu’s version of this job is pretty rose-colored and naive. HE might be able to only fight bad people and to use his power to help others, but so few of us are in that position. Kiryu is king god, there are no challenges for him, there’s nothing stopping him, literally. So he CAN just do whatever he wants, up to and including being a good person. Most of us aren’t that lucky, just look at Majima. But even Majima, after a time, gets to be a good person and amasses enough power that he can be nice without it being a death threat. But they’re gods, legends. Your average yakuza member is some punk kid who grew up to being a punk adult who has a shitty boss to answer to and dues to pay. Sometimes there isn’t a convenient bad person to pick on. Sometimes, to save your own neck, you gotta take money from people smaller than you. Sometimes you gotta intimidate and scare people. Sometimes you gotta do unpleasant things to please the boss, to make ends meet, to hold up your end. Not all of us have the luxury of making moral choices. 

And Baba is in a worse position than most. Baba isn’t big and tough. He doesn’t have the physical might to be a brawler, so he can’t be some street thug. His options in life likely weren’t great. Probably an orphan, probably had no one to look after him. So he grew teeth fast and figured out quick that ain’t nobody gonna take care of him, he was gonna have to take care of himself. With a body and face like his, he could easily enter sex work of some kind but that job is punishing for a whole other list of reasons. And Baba’s no dummy, he’s canny, he’s strategic. No, he’s smart enough to use his body to dupe others. He knows people trust his angel face. And there’s more money and more security to be had in a job of violence than selling himself to the highest bidder and forever being at someone else’s beck and call. My bet is Baba’s plan was to make enough money as an assassin that he could retire and live out his life in peace where no one would bother him. And his training as n assassin would keep people off his back. Baba decided a long time ago it is MUCH better to be feared than loved. Can’t rely on love, can’t trust it. But fear, people listen to fear. 

So I LOVE that we finally get the perspective of someone who didn’t get any breaks in life, who wasn’t blessed with divine strength, or lucked into a special position. Baba had to struggle for everything and it made him sharp and it made him paranoid. He doesn’t like killing people, it’s not fun, but he’s so scared of what will become of himself, he can’t bear to stop. He can’t afford to make moral choices. He has to survive, above all things, he has to survive. So another assignment in a prison? Sure, why not. Get close to a guy he has to take out later? Sure, he’s done it before. He’s a great spy, a great flirt. And it makes him feel better to sneer over people too stupid to see through him. They get what they deserve if they believe his honeyed lies. He doesn’t have to mourn his actions if they deserved it. Wash his hands, move on to the next mark. 

Saejima should have been no different. And for awhile, it’s easy. Saejima’s a big dumb hunk of meat. All Baba has to do is bat his pretty eyes and look like he needs help. Piece of cake. But Saejima... is different. Oh, he’s duped, sure enough, he’s gentle and sympathetic and protective, all the things Baba needs, but... One of the reasons Baba hated his past marks so much and felt no remorse killing them, is they all wanted something from him. Every last one of them thought they could get something from him, usually his body, but sometimes not. Every one of them was a selfish piece of shit who would have used him just as surely as Baba is using them right back. But Saejima... Saejima doesn’t want anything. He doesn’t try anything. Even when Baba flirts, even when Baba offers, Saejima acts like he doesn’t understand. The fuck??? It starts to anger Baba, the way Saejima just looks at him blankly and shrugs off invitations. Who does this guy think he is, think he’s better than him? Baba will make him understand, make him want him. Still Saejima is stunned and still he seems to only respond because Baba is asking him to, not because deep down Saejima was trying to use him to. 

Baba can’t... he can’t accept that. That can’t be real. If Saejima really was just helping him because... because he likes him or something, because he’s nice... no, that’s wrong. No one’s good and no one’s nice. Everyone’s out for themselves. No one goes out of their way for each other. Because if they did... then why did no one ever help Baba before? He wraps himself in sureness that Saejima’s just stupid and his selfish instincts are really in there, they’re just slow to appear. He’s just like all the others, he’d kick Baba to the curb the same as anyone else and then... Baba doesn’t have to feel bad about killing him. Then Baba can pull the trigger and all of this will be done. 

He’s sure, without a doubt in his mind, when he feels his hands slip off Saejima on that snowmobile and he’s sent flying, his last conscious thought is that he’ll die here. He’s almost happy. Because then he’d be right. Saejima will have left him and he’d be right. And, maybe just a little, he’s happy that he won’t have to kill Saejima either. Maybe this is best. 

It is the shock of his life when Baba wakes up. He wakes up and he’s warm and indoors and there’s a fire going and weak broth and Saejima hovering over him with a spoon going “You’re awake!" Baba starts crying and Saejima assumes it’s the shock and holds him, actually fucking holds him and... Baba doesn’t think he can do this anymore. How is he supposed to kill the one person who’s ever been nice to him? How is he supposed to look Saejima in the eye and shoot him? Oh god, Saejima should have left him there to die, he should have, he should have... why is Saejima so fucking stupid, why doesn’t Saejima suspect? 

The next couple of weeks are some of the worst Baba’s ever spent. Saejima’s nicer than ever, cuddly and affectionate and warm, and Baba feels sick with guilt. See, this is why he only kills stupid people. This is why he only killed people who deserved it. He can’t... bear this. Pointing the gun at Saejima is the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. But he has to, his whole life has been about this, his life above anyone else’s. If he can’t kill Saejima then... what was it all for? What had it all been about? He’s crying. He’s actually fucking crying like a little bitch and he can’t stop. It’s weak, it’s pathetic, but he just wants Saejima to take the gun out of his hand, to tell him it’s going to be okay, to take him home. Saejima screams at him and Baba falls apart. Saejima swoops in on him, holds him close, takes the gun and tells him it’s all going to be okay. It won’t... in the back of his mind, Baba knows even if he fails here, he still has half a job to do. But the fact that... everything out in the open, true colors showing, Saejima is still hugging him and refusing to let go... Baba sinks into that for a minute and believes that maybe there is something else he could do with his life. 

Oh... I have feelings about Baba Shigeki ^^; I love him to death I wouldn’t change a thing. The only thing I want is for Saejima to take Baba home and bring him into the Tojo and then we’re all a weird dysfunctional family together ^^; That’s my dream. Friends and family for Baba X3

[grodygabe]

C U T E for your choice :3

I think I shall do two ocs for this ask uwu 

the first will be for Gisela

C- does your muse like chocolate? Which one is their favorite?

oh yes, Gisela loves chocolate. She's very fond of dark chocolate, especially if it has a dark fruit filling to go with it or if it's a dark chocolate truffle.

U-has your muse had their heart broken?

oh most definitely, Gisela's first heartbreak involved a crush she had on a girl she was friends with at a very very young age. It was found out how she felt about her and was forbade. Their families kept them from ever seeing each other again. And eventually, that girl's family moved away. The second time was a boy around her age when she was a young teen. They seemed to get along perfectly and Gisela, her feelings for him were definitely growing. But eventually, it was revealed the boy never actually cared about her and was leading her on, to only make fun of her with his friends. 

Another was watching her elder sister leave home with the man her sister was to marry, and even leaving town. They had a bit of a falling out before her sister left too and never reconciled before she left.

T- does your muse believe in true love?

hmmm...Gisela when she was younger always imagined finding her true love. Just like in fairy tales. It was something she dreamt of often and her older sister told her she would one day find it. But as Gisela grew older, she started to see the world was no fairy tale and started to lose hope in anyone ever feeling anything for her remotely close to love. 

Eventually, she took over the family business and made friends with the whole village despite the hardships she faced but...we all know how that ended...sort of x3

Gisela now has helped people with their...love issues. But when it comes to true love she doesn't know. She has seen that love can make people do very stupid and very crazy things~

So she is curious about it.

E- does your muse like hugs? What are their hugs like?

oh, Gisela used to be such a physical type of person especially with those with who she was close. Giving them hugs, holding their hands, playing with their hair, cuddling, and so on and so forth. 

To describe her hugs back then, I would say. warm, and caring, but you can feel that there is a sense of longing as she hugs someone. She smelled of the earth after a summer's rain along with moonflowers. and her hugs felt almost shy

It's hard to say for her now. She has changed so much. 

I suppose if someone got close to her, eventually she would hug them. Pulling them in for a hug, and in doing so also running one of her hands gently through their hair.  Her hug would feel very different I think though.

Trying to see how I can put it into words. There's a sense of I need you, but also if it does get to this point. this hug might be saying I don't want to lose you, or you are something precious. It's a very hard to describe hug that's for sure. Just you gotta be close if you wanna get in on this action lol 

The second shall be for Cremepuff x3

C- does your muse like chocolate? Which one is their favorite? 

Cremepuff can not eat chocolate, unfortunately. Though damn is the smell of such a delicious treat so very tempting. Oh to be able to taste chocolate and not die from allergies. Perhaps just a lick one day...just a small lick.....maybe they will be fine they think...But it's better not to risk such things. 

U-has your muse had their heart broken? 

Cremepuffs only heartbreak was losing their family in their village's dreadful attack. But otherwise no they have not. Not many can resist that cute fluffy face.

T- does your muse believe in true love? 

oh yes, Cremepuff does believe in true love. Like that time they absolutely fell in love with those cookies their neighboring fae friends made. Or the time they fell head over heels in love with that really squishy stuffed animal. Okay maybe that's not true love but Cremepuff loves a whole lot and has a lot of love to give. So they do believe in true love and think it can happen. Especially ...when one least suspects it too. hue hue

E- does your muse like hugs? What are their hugs like?

Hex yeah! Cremepuff loves a good fucking hug. They greet most people with a hug or very physically friendly gesture. Unless they know for a fact that the other will not be comfortable. But they also do get excited...easily and have a sometimes hard time keeping to themselves. 

Their hugs are very warm, comfy, cozy, and feel kind of tight but not in a bad way. Its just they are so small and depending on the size if the person they are hugging is bigger. Cremepuff will hold on tighter so as to establish they are greeting you or showing you how much they care for you.

[banjodanger]

The Wolverine(2013)-Afterthoughts.

How do you forget about a movie with a giant samurai robot that doubles as cancer treatment? How is this not considered a highlight of the whole series?

Ok, I’ll be honest with you. That is a pretty ridiculous end for a movie that has spent it’s previous two hours being more or less grounded in reality. Yes, this is a comic book movie, but it’s still one that spends close to a third of its running time on a slow-blossoming romance between two of its main characters. Said slow-blossoming romance also takes place while Wolverine is...well, not Wolverine. Almost all of this movie features Logan without one of his defining powers, going in and out of consciousness and hallucinating his OTHER dead romantic interest. Before the big Silver Samurai fight, all the other battles are Logan against regular humans. Sure, the train fight plays with reality and physics but compared to Wolverine jumping a motorcycle into a helicopter this might as well be based on a true story.

This grounded approach means the movie depends more on the script and story than previous X-Men movies. It leads to what is the most introspective X-Men movie we’ve seen from Fox, and while there’s been absolutely no competition for that title, at least up to this point, it’s still nice to see. Watching this movie makes it plainly obvious why Mangold was brought back for Logan. This movie is about as stunning a reversal from Origins without having Jodorowsky direct. Which would be phenomenal, but this world isn’t beautiful enough to have a ten-hour movie involving Wolverine nude and on various psychedelics screaming at religious iconography.

That would be awesome...

Look, Marvel, hire Jodorowsky to direct something. But hurry up, because dude is pushing ninety. Unless psychedelics are somehow the secret to eternal life, which looking at the guy’s work ethic might be the case.

Moving on...

Let’s all gush about Yukio for a second, because she’s just goddamn great. Yukio steals almost every scene she’s in. Her character is reminiscent of the mentor relationship Logan shared with Kitty Pryde and later Jubilee. It’s the type of relationship the very first X-Men movie tried to set up with Rogue and never bothered to follow through on, to the detriment of both characters (but mostly, almost entirely Rogue). Better still, Yukio is set up as the type of character that actually exists before and after the movie. You could easily write an entire movie about the complex dynamics hinted at between Yukio and Mariko. I can think of no better proof of how good a character she is then that Fox clearly had no idea what to do with her.

I’ve talked about Origins a lot, but I have yet to mention the other movie this follows up. Well, I’m not going to do it by name because, frankly, the hurt is still there. But as far as a sequel to that dumpster fire of toxic masculinity and studio incompetence, plus the choking miasma of however much Aqua Velva Brett Ratner must splash on daily...Forgot where I was going with that.

How much of X3′s budget was spent on cheap cologne? I don’t need an exact number, just a general estimate.

Oh yea, The Wolverine as a follow-up to X3. It’s great. Famke Jannsen’s last turn as Jean Grey is fucking great. It’s shocking what an actor can do when you give them actual lines. She’s there as a figment of Logan’ subconscious guilt and makes more of an impression than she ever did as the Phoenix. Honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the screentime was more or less equal.

This movie has a lot going for it. As the first X-Men movie to take place entirely in another country, I was expecting it to step in it culturally. Surprisingly, it doesn’t. They kinda gloss over the war crimes committed by Japan, but at least Wolverine doesn’t get all mopey over a dead nazi in this one. Other than that, this movie is overall pretty respectful. I’m not going to call it entirely accurate, but this is also a movie that hinges on tiny robots destroying how you heal so maybe don’t consult it before a big trip to Japan, but as an action movie it’s fine. No, this movie is two pretty trouble free hours.

*checks runtime* 2:18.

Huh.

Oh, Viper just said being a lesbian makes her a better villain.

...Goddamnit. You guys got so close.

The actual line is “Immune to the poison of Man,” and this is problematic for two reasons, so let’s discuss the more obvious one first. Being something other than white, cis, and straight doesn’t make you evil! This was a gross trope in the eighties, and in 2013 it’s deliberately ignorant. It adds nothing to her or the larger story. Up until this point, she wasn’t the most three-dimensional villain, but that was fine. We didn’t need a detailed backstory, she poisoned people and was against Wolverine. That’s plenty in this movie.

That brings me to the second reason. It’s a cheap way to claim LGBT representation without actually bothering to put in any work. Look, everyone here has watched multiple episodes of Law & Order when they were sick right?

Just, follow me for a second.

There was a character called Serena Sotherlyn, and on her very last episode, as she’s fired, she asks “Is this because I’m a lesbian?” It’s one of her last lines before she leaves the show, and she’s given absolutely no indication before this point in regards to her sexuality. If you look it up, people will point out lines or actions they say are clues to her sexuality but it’s a lot of hindsight. There was never a statement until her very last scene.

Ok, enough talking about Law & Order. Somewhere in there is the point I’m trying to make, and the point is none of this is representation, it’s just lazy pandering. And as far as I can tell, it didn’t pay off for them. I had to watch the movie twice before I even picked up on the line. But it’s like a mislaid tile or a stray hair you missed while shaving; once you see it it’s all you see.

And that’s a shame, because one line shouldn’t detract from a whole movie. I’m not saying it does, but it sticks out so much because of the utter lack of necessity in the line. We don’t gain any insight into the character and the movie doesn’t gain anything from the line. Hell, she’s dead five minutes later, she could be telling us her weekend plans for all it affects the plot. She might as well tell Wolverine she forgot to get pickles from the grocery store, then Yukio breaks her neck as she’s heading to the A&P(still open in 2013), but Yukio would’ve had some super badass line because she’s the best.

Rila Fukushima deserves another shot, Hollywood. Please listen to this amateur tumblr blogger. Maybe you’re lost on your way to some sonic fanfics or something, I don’t know.

Apart from that one line, I don’t have a reason not to recommend this movie. There’s great action, romance, the friends we made along the way. This one deserves to be remembered.

P.S. I’ll discuss that midcredits scene during my premovie thoughts for Days of Future Past. It wasn’t directed by or planned for by Mangold, so I’m going to consider it part of the next one. So there.

Up Next: Time to reset the X-Men, so Fox can make new, even worse mistakes.

[passingcolours]

Aishite x3 theory

I don’t know if there’s already a *thinks of a word*

reason for the song but here’s just my idea of it after listening to it 10 times. I’m going to be using the English words that’s translated by JubyPhonic.

god no ones gonna read this-

i wrote this so i can calm down-

it’s not gonna be in order i’m just gonna go over everything and have it make sense in the end.

Before anything my theory is that the song talks about a physically abusive boyfriend. idk if you think that’s impossible or sumn but it makes sense to me and maybe you might think so by the end of this.

“’It’s people i need, oh people to feed,’ the choker accursed would frantically scream”

“‘im hurting and bleed, I need more to feed, get people more people’ the choker would scream”

i think “the choker” represents the boyfriend. When he says to get more people i think he’s telling her that she needs to convince people that she’s okay and he’s a good guy because he has a terrible reputation. (that’s why he says “im hurting and bleed i need more to feed” because everything thinks he’s doing something to her.)

“Wound tighter and tighter, threw up, nearly whiter. Nobody here, there’s nobody at all. Im doing so well have you heard? you see, you see, Im such a good girl. Cute as a button, you heard? you see, you see, so good, this girl, in pain, i scream you see?”

In the first 2 sentences in that bit i think she’s saying that there’s nobody that can help her. And in the rest it’s her telling people that she’s alright and telling her boyfriend that she’s telling everyone that (”you see, you see, i’m such a good girl”) At the end she’s saying how in pain she is by the boyfriends actions.

“Love me i say x3 more and more and love me i say, love me away until im not completely sane. Torturing me, torturing me, let me be free, break from the curse hurting me. None of you can stop it now.”

In this part, i think that she wants the boyfriend to love her. She knows that she is in pain and she wants to get away, but she is also desperate for love. She sees him as the only person who can love her because she believes no one can stop it and help her.

“I am the best in my class they attest i’m a girl far above all the rest. far better than those two, better than all you. people, oh people look only at me. Meeting alone in the yard. From me to you, confessing my heart. Was it a lie from the start? To say i love you from afar as filthy a creature you are!”

I think when they met, he was manipulating her. He was saying how she was better than anyone she was around and how she was perfect ig and she believed it; but when she confessed and he got abusive, she started to consider if it was a lie and she thinks he’s not capable of love because of how horrible he is.

“Love me i say, take what you want of me. Taking from me, taking from me, all that i have and all that i keep. Screaming for more, you’re not enough, screaming for me i couldn’t give you up...i am just so sorry.”

I honestly don’t really have an idea for this but off the top of my head i think that maybe he took all her happiness and dignity. He thinks that she’s not enough for him, like trying to bring her down, but he’s always taking her happiness (”screaming for more...”)

“Aren’t i so happy today? x2″

She is still trying to convince people that she’s okay and she’s lying to herself.

may i just say...this is not a good thing and i hate that this is what ive come to listening to this song lmao

just in case of anything i do not condone abuse and domestic violence. This song is very creepy but i like the song. But i DO NOT condone abuse. This is just a theory. A very creepy one.

[clegacylabs]

A Friendship isn’t So Petty

(Post X3 (Longish Drabble))

It was late into the night as two women walked on the paths next to the busy roads of the inner city. The world was high off the success of repelling once more a major Maverick threat. The months of fighting were long, multiple engagements were made globally, but in the end, the Hunters prevailed. Because of that, tonight was a night for celebration, even if an official end just meant more work of a different kind. It was only at the badgering of her best friend and X’s, her commander, insistence, that Inessa pried herself away from the things still left to do.

Hours of bar hopping later thanks to a human with an iron liver, there the pair were. Erika could barely walk straight anymore, so the reploid woman ended up having to carry the blitzed human on her back. The life of the city thrummed around them with speeding cars, flashing signs, and the occasional obnoxious holo-ad.

“Wooo yeah!! Hahaha! Urp!! Fffffff-” The red-head swayed on her friend’s back as she tried to cheer with both her arms. Erika immediately regretted that. Her stomach was poised to exit her mouth and the world spun dangerously behind her eyes. She fell forward, letting her chin rest on Inessa’s shoulder, arms coming wrap themselves around the reploid. Her friend’s low laugh rumbled through her.

“You’re lucky I don’t like to drink nearly as much as you do,” said Inessa. Erika barked a laugh.

“Man, that’d be a helluva sight. Pfftt. Human scientist and 17th’s second-in-command just stummblin’ around drunk. Can’t even make it home!” she exclaimed, words slurring some on her tongue.

“Mortifying.”

“Hilarious!” the human insisted. They lapsed into a companionable silence. In the quiet between them, the human Russian turned pensive. The glow of celebration lagged behind them as they got closer to the HQ, still undergoing repairs from this past war’s opening act.

“Ya know,” she started. Inessa’s head inclined slightly towards her. “I honestly thought I was gonna die a couple months ago.” Erika felt her friend’s body stiffen slightly, though she walked as if unaffected. “I’m sorry. I wish I could have found you sooner that day.” Ugh, regret, that won’t do. Not where she was trying to take this conversation anyway.

“It’s fine. Ya kinda had your hands full with half the unit turning... Again. Well, last time was more than that, but still. Then the rest of base was another story. Mavericks took advantage of the fact the most of HQ’s best were out on a big campaign, leavin’ secondaries ta hold down the fort ‘fore the cavalry showed up.”

“Where are you going with this, Erika?” Ah, of course. Always wanting to get to the heart of the matter. No point in beating around the bush now. Better to say, before she figures it out instead. Harder to steer the conversation that way. Plus, she’s got liquid courage in her, too, to keep her from chickening out again.

“Need ta ‘pologize to ya.” Erika was met with silence. She took that as her cue to continue. “Startin’ to think I’m just bad luck.” The human laughed, low, mirthless, hollow. Her words were considerably more sober when she stopped.

"When my husband died, we hadn’t been married long, but we’d known each other for so much time. I was already pregnant with Andrei when we filed the papers. Two short years, then a fire took him. It hurt, but I still had my boy. It was alright. I met you, worked in your lab, became friends with you and the others but...” The implication hung between them. The day of the attack and attempted kidnapping. Neither of them had seen a corpse in person before, much less the number and having known each personally...

Another bitter laugh. “And then he was gone.”

“Erika-” Inessa started, understanding her friend was heading in a dark direction.

“And then, because you’re you, and your stupid sense of duty, you follow me on my damn vendetta fueled trip. And what happens? We get split up. And you’re out there killing yourself fighting the monsters. The friends we made up until the first war die, turned traitor and die, or just fucking run off like the self-hating cowards they are!” Her voice cracks and she’s feeling heat in her face and ears.

“Eri-” The voice came at a higher pitch than her usual, sounding more like Dimitra.

“No.” She hisses, cutting the reploid off again. Erika’s hands clenched together in a white knuckled grip. “No, I watch us change into people so different from who we were and I can’t believe it took until watching Doppler’s sleeper agents getting literally frozen to the floor of R&D and cut down by you, in my face no less, to realize that. To realize I let my best friend chase after me while I turn into Captain Ahab, letting every Maverick be my Moby Dick.” The woman could barely catch her breath, vision swimming from her physically and emotionally compromised state. Inessa halts and Erika realizes distantly that they were on a park trail.

More silence. Erika wished that her friend would just put her down or something, because it’d be nice to read her face... As readable as it can be these days. An aggrieved sigh broke the quiet.

“Erika... Vengeance or not, I would have had to fight. I chose what would have made me happier.”

“... What?” Another sigh. Careful not disorient the human, Inessa walked towards a bench and set her down. The reploid slumped onto the wood next to her. Her face was angled low, bangs brushing past her eyelashes, sight, distant.

“I’m a first-gen Reploid, Erika. Everything about me was experimental. Including the lab. From the recovered footage of us fending for ourselves until the Hunters came, the Russian government would have obligated me to be drafted, or else. We were a brand new race plopped onto the world literally overnight.” Inessa turned to meet Erika’s eyes. “The science world would prefer breakthroughs in aquatic science and pollution control, but the powers that be want anything to stay as the powers that be.” She closed her eyes, shoulders drooping slightly.

“The Mavericks, especially ideological ones, weren’t completely wrong... but the ends don’t justify the means.” Erika feel could her mouth dangling open as Inessa turned to her again. “Following you gave me a choice I didn’t realize I could make. Don’t apologize, not when I feel grateful to you.” She sat up to her full height, meeting Erika eyes with a warm intensity. They stayed like that in the stillness of the park.

... ... ... ... ...

The human felt something bubble in her chest. Her shoulders shook and she started to wheeze. Before she knew it, Erika was cackling. The feeling one part hysteria, one part disbelief, one part relief.

“What the hell, all that and you go and say that of all things?” Wetness beaded at the corner of her eyes. Inessa shrugged, the lines of her face relaxing as the tension subtly left her.

“I’m not accepting an apology that’s pointless. There’s nothing to forgive. You and I’s perceptions are out of sync.” Erika scowled at her.

“Well then, I’m not accepting your gratitude then!” The human’s middle name was spite, in her mind at least.

“Okay”

“’Okay’?!”

“Yes.”

“That’s all you have to say?!”

“Yes.”

“Oh come on!” She threw her hands up. Inessa arced an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?” Erika glared before she cooled slightly. “No, I guess not, I just don’t like how you’re taking this so easily.” she grumbled. A small smile inched onto Inessa’s face.

“I’m rejecting your apology because I see it as pointless. You may have had influence, but you don’t control my actions. Even if you don’t accept my gratitude, that’s fine. I... just wanted you to know how I felt. Nothing more.” Finally, Erika slumped in her seat. “Are you even real?”

“Isn’t it too late to be discussing Plato’s “Cave” Allegory?”

“Ugh! Take us home! I’m so done with you!” The cat-like smile on the reploid’s face was all there was to say about that exchange. With that, they were back in the same position they started after they left the last bar. Calmer now, the sounds of running water from the creek and the rhythmic footsteps of her friend started to lull Erika to sleep. She let the world pass them by as her eye-lids grew heavy.

“Neshka?”

“Mnn?”

“Thanks for everything.”

“Hmn.” Erika felt the smile in the hum of acknowledgement. Her eyes closed and she knew no more.

[salsabubble]

I am so gonna regret this... But... The latest meme for Bhazz x3

With pleasure! Thank you for the ask

01. Full name: Bhazz, though his ‘full name’ when it comes to Inquest is Subject Bastion

02. Best friend: Rexxa and Lindi, though Lindi is work-related

03. Sexuality: He doesn’t really have any interest in relationships, but he’s heterosexual

04. Favorite color: White

05. Relationship status: Open, but not looking

06. Ideal mate: Someone who he likes, and who appreciates him for what he is

07. Turn-ons: He hasn’t thought of any, so… thus far, none

08. Favorite food: Noodles with smoked Salmon

09. Crushes: None

10. Favorite music: Anything with a Violin will do for him

11. Biggest fear: Returning to being a weapon for the Inquest

12. Biggest fantasy: Being normal, really

13. Bad habits: He might focus a -little- bit too much on his body

14. Biggest regret: Signing up for the Inquest program that turned him into what he is now

15. Best kept secrets: He’s killed quite a bit of people when he was still Subject Bastion

16. Last thought: “Oh well…”

17. Worst romantic experience: None so far!

18. Biggest insecurity: He is really focused on not antagonizing anyone, because someone trying to fight him would mean he’d have to take physical action

19. Weapon of choice: None, he’s a largely mute pacifist

20. Role Model: His dad

[redzeverin]

Some Tarot stuff x Servamp thoughts

So I was thinking of the Tarot cards recently (I blame you @spritesoulmist) and I couldn’t help but remember some Servamp related stuff (courtesy of Neverland boi’s recent birthday cuz it was eveRYWHERE- //cough). More specifically on the C3 arc.

If we look back at the chapters we can see some Major Arcana cards as their titles: namely 

ch.41: The Magician ch.47: The Tower ch.50: The Hanged Man ch.52: The Chariot ch.59: Strength

Now we know how much symbolism and thought Tanaka-sensei puts in the whole plot now yeah? Things, words, events, and characters can be premonitions for something to come soon…

//cough… Anyways, here’s the stuff we came up with. Take note I’m not an expert on Tarot readings and meanings, so these are things I checked up on my book. Also these are just tiny speculations and meanings I thought of so don’t take ‘em seriously =v=)

Also, hear this out. Tarot card readings, depending on which kind of reading you are doing, would have two meanings to it—The upright meaning of the cards and… of course… the reversed meaning. I’m gonna put both interpretations in relation with the events happening in the manga, but the reversed interpretations may not be accurate, sooooo… yeahhhhp

The Magician

UPRIGHT:

This chapter doesn’t particularly zoom in on one character (as compared to The Hanged Man as Tsurugi and The Chariot as Junichirou; sadly it doesn’t have much for Yumikage for it) and focuses on the three magicians, or C3, as a whole. The Magician Tarot card talks about, of course, magic– illusions. It serves as the bridge between the spirits and the humans, and as C3 in Servamp’s case: the vampires and the humans. It also represents, in summary: solutions, aspiration, and capabilities– probably as a reference to C3′s organization as a whole.

REVERSED:

Magic used wrongly. Abilities used to gain a negative end for personal satisfaction or plots. This may be an indication of the plan Touma has “ever since Tsubaki escaped”. It can also mean being out of touch with reality (and being more in the world of magic?), which could also an indication of Tsurugi’s condition that made him “not hear the alarm”.

 The Tower

UPRIGHT:

Tbh, this is the reason why I’m making this post. The Tower Tarot card signifies ambitions that leads to a disastrous ending or a sudden destructive change. wqjiodnasdpansddq– If we think of Servamp… well… nwjqlebnsaodasd okay, with those two meanings in mind, let’s look at the events in the chapters. The sudden destructive change we can point out here is the fact that the rising levels of Jin in their area is making vampires more indestructible and would most likely cause that “world of nothing but night”. Aside from that, there’s also Tsurugi’s case, which was finally revealed because of the Servamps residing in the headquarters and causing the stir in his memories. Theeeen the whole subclass breakout thing too. Fast forward to ch.54 “Climbing the Tower” and we get to see Tsurugi and Mahiru climbing the tower. I sure do fcking hope it doesn’t go as how these meanings are, because there, we see Mahiru wanting to save Tsurugi and The Tower tarot card talks about the fall of an ambition that was too high or more than one can chew…. //cough. Only chapters will tell us now…

REVERSED:

Destruction can bring about regeneration. This is all about delayed destruction, whether by fear of change, or by other physical factors. In this chapter, Touma talks about some stabilizing medication because he deemed Tsurugi unwell. What this medication is, we’re not yet sure, but it is something that “delays” Tsurugi’s total uh… breakdown?... so Touma can still use him.

The Hanged Man

UPRIGHT:

The Hanged Man’s depiction is not one who was sent to be hung because of his wrongdoings- in fact, he is hanging there on his own will. There are two cases for this—surrender and sacrifice. As a personal sacrifice. (//cue 10 headcanons exploding in my mind rn), it can either be a person doing the personal sacrifice, even if it is unrewarded, or an event that requires the personal sacrifice. In the case for this chapter, first off we have Mahiru asking Tsurugi if the reason they (the humans) were able to live peacefully all this time was because C3 has been fighting for them the whole time (and note, without most humans’ knowledge). Tsurugi then mentions something about “dying for world peace” then afterwards saying “just joking”. Then he presents how he is viewed by the two opposing sides of the vampires and humans- seen as an enemy to be killed and a hero who kills to protects, respectively. He knows what he is to them, and because of that, resigns-- surrenders – himself to that fate. And for humans, that can be seen as a personal sacrifice for the better good. Buuuuut then again, this card also symbolizes surrender in the “letting go” manner in order to achieve a better end result. Also there’s this example here of suspended action— decisions that weren’t immediately made even when the situation is already dire (//cue the “alarm”; //cue Jun’s wife--- //KICKED).

It was also in this chapter that we see a panel where “The Fool” was put below Mahiru, and where Tsurugi mentioned “You can still go anywhere afterall,”. This is referencing to The Fool’s tarot card of not being in sequence with the Major Arcana cards. The Fool is a free spirit- not bound by the numbers- and has unlimited potential. The Major Arcana is often seen as The Fool’s journey through life—making him the protagonist. A.k.a. Mahiru still has a lot more to do from ch.64 onwards fckYEAH---

REVERSED:

A standstill in time and decision. In regards to Tsurugi’s character (which I have very little grasp of at the moment so dear Tsurugi peeps forgive me), it is the inability to move forward from his current situation. This is the part of him that “wasn’t able to grow up”.

The Chariot

UPRIGHT:

The Chariot Tarot card here focused more on Junichirou as a character—Meaning that this card stands for control— being the most rational one in the group AND also the attitude to take the matters into your own hands, which can be seen through his personality and actions in trying to save Tsurugi (despite Yumikage’s protests). It stands for determination and will power- despite him not being a better combatant compared to Tsurugi during their fight, he still did what he can. Discipline could also be seen in the way he uses Mjolnir…. Although… this card also signifies victory. Will Jun still have a part to play after all that happened? ;;

REVERSED:

Losing control of personal life. Junichirou’s loss for his wife and seeing his best friend apologize gravely for what happened… really took a toll on him that made him on leave for a year. This was his time of thinking things over, taking the reins on how he wants things to be from then on- and that means fighting for the ones he has now.

Strength

UPRIGHT:

I’m not sure if this is considered to be part of the Tarot cards speculation, but Strength is indeed one of the Major Arcanas. As opposed to the usual idea of brute force, the Strength card, and the symbolism portrayed here is inner strength—composure, resolve, courage, character, and reliability. Kuro’s said it well enough for us to understand the fact that he’s acknowledged Mahiru’s growth! It is also a sign of taking on things without the use of unnecessary violence- through intellect it may. Which, in this chapter’s case, is also leaning a bit to Mikuni’s ways of doing things. The elaborate plan he’s coming up is not him getting into the fray, but getting all the pieces together until he makes the final move (or so).

Oh, oh, fun fact about this too. The card of Strength is portrayed by a woman calmly holding on to the jaws of a lion. She didn’t keep them close by force- she earned the lion’s trust for her to be able to touch him, and in turn, the lion is soothed by her presence and doesn’t attack. Very befitting for the bond of the Sloth pair ne~? x3

REVERSED:

Doubt. Seriously, the reverse of the courage shown here is doubt. I don’t know what else to say besides Doubt Doubt //kicked.

//cough. So there you have it: Things that may or may not symbolize something in the future. What I’m waiting for is one or two more Tarot card reference. Tarot cards have different spreads that can connect each card with each other, leading to a conclusion. We already have five references as of now… six would make it into LT’s 6 card spread, and seven would make the Horseshoe tarot spread. Although there are other spreads, these two are kinda more popular. But anyways, I’m betting on two more of these. one for Yumikage, and one for the resolution.

Yumikage may have The Moon tarot (from his name Tsukimitsu, “Moon shine”?). This card is something akin to uncertainty, fear and vagueness. He wants to protect things his own way but “nobody ever listens to what he says” (ch.49). He longs for a proper action, even with uncertainty, to the point of frustration. But even then, the moon still guides him in the world of nighttime they have immersed themselves into. This can signify clarity and awakening too. Yumikage ganbatte!!!! 

And for the resolution, the Judgement card I guess. It’s the final outcome, welcomed or not. //prays for happy ending for everyone ;;

Ohghods that was way too long. If you made it this far with my ramblings, I congratulate you! xD. I’m gonna stick to waiting for more ideas here and there so hehehe... Only the chapters will tell~

[regiqoa]

1-9 for Guzma and u ship

Oh yeah!!!

1. How did you two meet?

I’ve already told the story of how Guzma and I met right here -> https://freddie-and-i-got-stayingpower.tumblr.com/post/166865456415/i-was-browsing-through-your-blog-earlier-and-im

2. Was it love at first sight, or did it take awhile for you to warm up to each other?

It took centuries for us to get along, in real life and in-fiction. Love at first sight doesn’t exist and it’s a very annoying cliché.

3. What do the people around you think of your relationship?

Depends on the Skull Grunts. Some ship it like Fedex, some think it’s just cute, some Grunts who have a crush on Guzma hate it with a passion (but I don’t care), some just don’t care. Plumeria will probably ship us in Hell. Gladion thinks it’s gross and is the only one who says “get a room, you two!” seriously, lol. When Guzma is alone, people stay as far as unreachably possible from him and avoid eye contact at all costs. When I’m with him, however, we’re both too lost in each other’s eyes to pay attention to alien judgement and people feel relieved while simultaneously wondering how the hell does that monster of a man have a girlfriend… It’s also a bit outrageously sad how some assume he abuses me.

4. Do you have pet names for each other?

Certainly!

How I call Guzma: My boy, my man, my king, my love, big cuddlebug, honeybun, sugar bear, baby, lovie, honey, honey pie, Volbeat to my Illumise and dearest.

How Guzma calls me: Sweetheart, angel, baby, lovebug, cuddlebug, sweetie, my love, my queen, princess, darling, baby cakes, Illumise to my Volbeat, firefly and beautiful butterfly.

5. Have you given your ship a name?

Naturally. Guzmegi, DangerHighVoltageShipping and ElectroWebShipping.

6. Who is the more dominant one in the relationship?

In bed or usually?~ ¬w¬

Anyway, I’m a Dom so in bed it’s me. In the average every day life, it’s Guz, since he’s the boss and all.

7. What does each of you think about PDA?

Have you ever heard a song called P.D.A (We Just Don’t Care), by John Legend? It’s us. It’s completely us. Neither Guzma or me are afraid of public displays of affection. If we’ve been away from each other for very long, he does one of those pick-up swing-around hugs with me (and I love it ;-;). It’s hard to tell who starts the action but whenever either of us touch each other publicly with affection, the touch is reciprocated every time.

8. What do you two find to be the most attractive about one another?

I love Guzma’s personality and how he stands up for himself and doesn’t take shit from literally nobody. He’s very aggressive, bold and manly, physically and mentally. I also love how perseverant he is. I mean, he decided not to give up and do something he loved that helped people (even if it’s not entirely good for said people) after failing. It was something that made him feel good. And, in the post-game, even if he doesn’t outright say it, he is heavily implied to be on the right road to change and not let his anger control him. Also, he’s handsome, even if he (most likely) doesn’t see it. He has those bold, masculine features, dark hair and grey eyes, which I think are gorgeous. He also looks like he’s a good kisser, lol X3

Guzma loves how determined I am and am “the kind of woman who can kick his ass”. He loves my style, my eyes, my general artistic skills (like cooking, singing and drawing) and how I see good in everything, even if it’s remotely a bad thing. He also loves how I make people (the entirety of Team Skull) and him smile. He has an admiration for my merciful, forgiving nature as well. He also loves how much of a good PokeTrainer I am, as it is clear to everyone that Cherri the Pikachu and I love each other very much and that my Electric-types demolish his bugs every time, lol X3 Guzma loves the feeling, sentiment and love I put into my work and how I always do stuff right and take my work seriously.

9. What do you two do to get each other “in the mood”?

Ooooookay! NSFW warning ahead! (+18)

To seduce Guzma and get him into the mood, all I have to do is start a warm make out session in the bed and wrap my thighs on his hips to grind him, slow, teasingly and seductive. After things get hot just right, I just have to start taking either mine or his clothes off and we’ll undoubtedly rock the bed.

Guzma knows I love his voice (indirect to KinkRadio) and he knows about my praise kink so all he has to do is touch me and kiss me inappropriately while whispering sweet nothings, compliments and call me pet names in my ear and I will melt in more ways than one in his arms.

Well, that’s all! Thank you so much for the questions! God, I’m so happy to answer these, guys, y’all have no idea! :’D

[krat395]

W.D. Gaster, the Best “Uncle” Ever Part 1 (Chapter 7)

Well, that previous chapter sure was interesting! The first half, especially! Lol XD Anyways, before the main event, there's just one last thing Gaster and the kids need to do. That being, go to the subbasement's dining room and grab some lunch. You can't start playing a simulated role-playing game on an empty stomach (or "stomach" in Gaster's case). ;) And while they're there, something else might happen too; something that might please and upset some of you at the same time. Lol XD

Undertale© Toby Fox.

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W.D. GASTER, THE BEST “UNCLE” EVER PART 1

Chapter 7: Gaster Outsmarted By Children?! :O

 Chara: Heeheeheeheehee! Wohohohow, MK! Now that was awesome! *stated Chara all giddily, fangirling over MK's ability to tickle others with lightning and giggling because she finds it funny that he needs "assistance" in order to do so* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!

 MK: Hehe. Thanks, Chara. I knew you would like it. X3

 Chara: Like it? I loved it! I love all your magic abilities! So looking forward to seeing them in action again during the game!

 Asriel: Haha! Same here! It's gonna be so awesome fighting alongside you, man!

 Frisk: For sure! And with your help, we'll be even more unstoppable, just like you said before you demonstrated your magic to all of us!

 MK: Hehe. Awwww! You guys, that's… Huh? What... Hehe; ok, wow, that fast already? Jeez! Hehehe. Just look at my tail, you guys. It's pretty much doing all of the talking for me… again! Heeheeheehee!

 It pleases MK greatly to hear such nice comments from his friends. He wanted to tell them about his magic so much and now that he finally has, he feels a great sense of accomplishment, even if the earlier demonstration of abilities didn't end the way he envisioned. But now he's overwhelmed by the idea of fighting alongside his friends in the upcoming virtual role-playing game designed by Dr. Gaster himself. And understandably so! But like the Dreemurr kids, he's trained with the A-team siblings (Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys) as well as Gaster, who will be playing the role of dungeon master in the upcoming game. So he should be fine. :) Especially if he fights the way he did throughout the majority of his earlier magic demonstration and doesn't faint again after receiving affection from Princess Mona. XD

 Gaster: Hehehehehe. Yes, indeed; a tail of many talents. Now, there's just one last thing to do before we start playing.  

 Chara: Oh? What's that?

 Gaster: Why, get some lunch, of course. But like I said earlier, we'll need to go to the dining room in order to do that. So follow me, please.

 Frisk: Sure. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can start playing this game. (And get all kinds of tickles from "uncle" Gaster too! X3 I sure hope he's planning to tickle the four of us properly today! Every way he's tickled us so far today has been pretty dull in comparison to what he's truly capable of!)

 And with that, Gaster and the kids headed to a three-in-one room in Gaster's subbasement. A kitchen, dining room, and living room all in one, Gaster and the kids helped themselves to a wholesome lunch. A later lunch than what the kids were used to but they had a big breakfast so they weren't taking any hurt or anything. And they had cake for dessert as well; a round black forest cake garnished with chocolate shavings, whipped cream, and eight maraschino cherries. MK's favorite! :D Then after finishing their meals, Gaster and the kids sat down on some comfortable furniture and let their stomachs (or "stomach" in Gaster's case) settle for 20 minutes and during 16 of those minutes, the kids took turns sitting on Gaster's lap. X3 One by one, the kids sat on Gaster's lap; first Chara, then Frisk, then Asriel, and then MK, oldest to youngest (physically). It warms Gaster's "heart" so much that the Dreemurr kids and MK love him enough to spend time with him and sit on his lap and the time he spent with them so far today was the most relaxed he felt in a long time. That isn't to say that he didn't feel relaxed at all before today but being alone with the four kind-hearted kids; well, it was nice. Gaster loves the Dreemurr kids and MK (and kids in general) and they love him; enough to try and tickle him every once in a while too even if they know they can't. But this time however, Gaster was so relaxed that he actually OVERLOOKED A SCHEME TO TICKLE HIM! :O Yeah, earlier, while Gaster was away from the dinner table preparing lunch, the kids cooked up something of their own. A scheme to tickle Gaster to be exact; and they decided to initiate it the moment they were about to head back to the chamber! Just as MK was about to hop off of Gaster's lap, the young lizard boy himself electrified his tail and then the Dreemurr kids tickled his feet and belly to make him zap Gaster with tickly lightning! :O One thing Gaster didn't account for; MK trying to tickle someone with lightning magic in front of the Dreemurr kids. Now that the Dreemurr kids are fully aware of his magic, MK no longer feels the need to hide it from them.

 Gaster: Mmmmmm… Well, kids, are you ready to head back to the room? *asked Gaster in a both relaxed and excited manner, anxious to play a game with the kids and possibly tickle them lots too either during or after the game itself*

 Frisk, Chara, and Asriel: Heck yeah, "uncle" Gaster! *exclaimed the Dreemurr kids with great enthusiasm as they jolted up and off of the furniture and casually made their way over towards both Gaster and MK*

 MK: Hehe. Thought you'd never ask. *said MK with a chuckle, sitting upright on Gaster's lap and facing away from him, supposedly getting ready to hop off* Oh, hey. What's up, you guys? Thought you'd be at the exit right about now. Hehe. *said MK, pretending he doesn't know why the Dreemurr kids are currently standing next to him*

 Frisk: Oh, well, since you're kind of nervous about fighting alongside us in a little while, we just thought maybe we'd warm you up a little. *said Frisk cheekily, grabbing MK's left leg and wrapping her right arm around his left ankle*

 Chara: Yeah, MK, by tickling your feet. *Chara chimed in, grabbing MK's right leg and wrapping her left arm around his right ankle* Heeheehee!

 Gaster: Hehehehe. Why, that's very kind of you, young princesses.

 MK: Eeeeeep! W-what?! T-tickle my f-feet?! How the heck is that supposed to warm me up?! *asked MK nervously, curling his toes and playing along with Frisk and Chara*

 Asriel: Hehe. Well, it'll wake you up for one thing! Hehehe. Yeah, don't you pretend for one second that we didn't notice you yawning earlier! *teased Asriel, lifting MK's striped shirt*

 MK was relaxed earlier too. But unlike Gaster, MK felt so relaxed that he nearly fell asleep! Twice! The first time he almost fell asleep, while he was resting on a loveseat. And the second time, while he was resting on Gaster's lap.

 MK: Eeeeeep! N-not you too! D-don't make me use my magic on you! Now that you know about it, I won't hesitate to use it! *exclaimed MK while holding his robotic hands up and playing along once again, electrifying his tail literally one second later* Dang it! I meant to do that with my hands! *lied MK, cuing the Dreemurr kids to start tickling his feet and belly*

 Immediately after electrifying his entire tail, the Dreemurr kids tickled MK. Without a second thought, Frisk scribbled her left hand fingers rapidly against MK's left sole, Chara scribbled her right hand fingers rapidly against his right sole, and Asriel brushed his furry fingers against his scaly belly; all in an attempt to cause MK to zap Gaster with tickly lightning. As the Dreemurr kids tickled MK, all three of them filled the room with hysterical laughter and as it echoed throughout the entire room and part of the ominous-looking hallway outside the room, they were shocked and disappointed, but mostly shocked, to find out that NONE OF IT WAS FROM GASTER! ONLY MK! And Gaster didn't laugh silently either or even chuckle! All the while MK inadvertently zapped him with tickly lightning, Gaster just sat in his chair with a surprised look on his face; the type of face someone would make if they found out that they were just outsmarted by four children. XD Now, because Gaster didn't laugh, that means one of two things. Either MK's lightning didn't have any tickly effects for once and Gaster was EXTREMELY LUCKY as a result; or, MK's lightning did have tickly effects but Gaster himself is NOT TICKLISH. "Whichever could it be?" wondered the Dreemurr kids as they stood and watched Gaster's expression almost all the while they tickled MK and MK himself almost all the while he sat on Gaster's lap and tried to listen for laughter and squealing that wasn't spilling from his own sharp-toothed mouth.

 MK: EEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! *squealed MK, nearly jolting off of Gaster's lap upon feeling human fingers wiggle against his bare scaly soles and furry boss monster fingers brush and wiggle against his scaly belly underneath his shirt* YAAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! *he laughed hysterically, immediately wagging his lightning tail and inadvertently zapping Gaster with what he and the Dreemurr kids believe to be tickly lightning* HOHOHOHOHOLY MOHOHOHOLY, YOU GUYS!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! IS IT WOHOHORKING?!?! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! PLEEHEEHEEASE TELL ME IT'S WOHOHOHORKING!!!! *he then pleaded through his laughter, wondering if the lightning he's zapping Gaster with is tickling Gaster and making him laugh* EEEEEEEEP!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! OHOHOH GOHOHOHOD!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH JEEHEEHEEHEEZ, WHY IS IT AHAHAHLWAYS MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEET?!?! *SQUEAK* GWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

 Chara: Heeheeheeheehee! You already know why, MK! *replied Chara in a singsongy voice, pretending that she only intended to tickle MK* Heeheehee!

 MK: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YOHOHOHOU'RE SOHOHO EEHEEHEEVIL, CHAHAHAHARA!!!! *claimed MK through his laughter without any actual spite, wiggling and splaying his toes as Chara and Frisk dug their nails hard into his scaly soles to make him (and hopefully Gaster too) laugh more* HAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!!

 Frisk and Asriel: Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo! *teased Frisk and Asriel, also pretending that they only intended to tickle MK* Heeheeheeheehee!

 MK: YAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA!!!! OHOHOHOH NOHOHOHO!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! DOHOHON'T TEEHEEHEEASE TOOHOOHOO!!!! *pleaded MK once more, tears forming in his eyes as more intense ticklish sensations struck every sensitive nerve in his scaly belly and bare scaly feet* GYAAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!

 Frisk, Chara, and Asriel: (*worried gasps* Gaster's not laughing! Why isn't he laughing! :O) *the Dreemurr kids all thought worriedly to themselves at the same time after noticing that Gaster wasn't laughing with MK*

 The Dreemurr kids were shocked to discover that MK's lightning wasn't making him laugh. And confused too! Very confused! And disappointed! But perhaps even more shocking was what Gaster said to them (and MK) after tickling MK for a little over a minute. Immediately after the Dreemurr kids finished tickling MK and trying to tickle Gaster, MK hopped off of Gaster's lap and then Gaster himself, without saying a single word at first, stood up slowly out of his chair in a way that gave the kids the impression that he was going to scold them for their actions. But he didn't scold them. Instead, he praised them for outsmarting him!

 Gaster: Hehehehehehe. Ironic, isn't it? I always go on and on about never letting your guard down and here I am not following my own advice. Hehehehehe. In other words, good job. No, not "good job." Spectacular job! *praised Gaster* I literally did not see that coming!

 And he didn't either! He really didn't, as hard as that may be to believe! MK NEVER imbues his tail with elemental magic while sitting on someone else's lap! Not until today, that is; and because today was the first time MK ever electrified his tail while sitting on someone else's lap, the lightning he zapped Gaster with earlier while the Dreemurr kids tickled him may not have had any tickly effects. But then again, maybe it did. MK and the Dreemurr kids aren't entirely sure. But one way or another, they're going to find out! They have yet today and probably all day tomorrow to find out and they do not plan on leaving Gaster's home until they do!

 Frisk: Oh, w-why, thank you, "uncle" Gaster. *said Frisk awkwardly* Ehehehehehe...

 Chara: Heh, hehe. Yes, thank you, "uncle" Gaster! Just one question; why the hell didn't you laugh?! *asked Chara disappointedly, worrying that MK's lightning didn't function the way it usually does while tickling MK himself* You were supposed to laugh!

 Asriel: Yeah, what gives, "uncle" Gaster?! I laughed like crazy when MK's lightning tickled me! Why didn't it do anything to you?!

 Gaster: Hehehehehehe. Worry not, little ones. There's a perfectly good explanation why I didn't laugh. And that's either because MK's lightning didn't have any ticklish effects that time… or, because I myself am not ticklish.

 Frisk: Oh wow! Talk about a lose-lose situation there! *said Frisk disappointedly* (If it's the former, I'll be happy that Gaster's ticklish but disappointed that MK's lightning didn't have its tickle effects at the time. And if it's the latter, I'll be disappointed that Gaster isn't ticklish but happy that MK's lightning had its tickle effects all along.)

 MK: Heh. Yeah, I'll say! *agreed MK* So which one is it, "uncle" Gaster? You gonna tell us? *he then asked Gaster, wondering if the tall skeleton himself is planning to tell him and the Dreemurr kids the reason he didn't laugh*

 Gaster: Oh, MK, my dear boy, of course not! *answered Gaster, disappointing all four kids in the process* Not right now! Play a game with me first and then I'll tell you, alright?

 Frisk: Heh. Normally, I'd say something like, "You drive a hard bargain." But how can I say that when the thing we're about to do is something so exciting? *asked Frisk all giddily* Heeheeheeheehee!

 Chara: Heeheeheehee! Yeah, we'll play your game. But you better keep your word about telling us! Otherwise, there's going to be hell to pay! *teased Chara, looking at Gaster cheekily with her bright red eyes*

 Gaster: Hehehehehe; duly noted, young princess. *said Gaster with a smile and a chuckle, ruffling each of the kid's hair, head fur, and head spikes before leaving the dining room.

 And with that, Gaster and the kids headed out of the dining room and made their way back to the chamber to play a virtual role playing game together. Fun! But perhaps even more fun is a certain activity that will very likely happen either during or after the game! This is it! Everything Gaster and the kids have done during the past two months has been leading up to this point and Gaster himself is going to do everything he can to ensure that the kids have an intense but also fun time.

 Gaster: (Hehehehehehehehe. This is it! This is it! The moment we've all been waiting for!) *thought Gaster all giddily to himself while opening the door to his chamber, his eyes glowing bright red and a mischievous smile on his face*

 ……...

 Earlier that day, at Asgore's house, about five minutes after Gaster and the kids left… shortly after Asriel (unintentionally) and Gaster (intentionally) did something that made the Main Six (Toriel, Asgore, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys) "nope" out of Asgore's main floor living room...

 *doorbell rings once*

 Undyne: Eeeeeeek! The d-doorbell! O-oh god! P-p-please tell me that isn't G-Man trying to s-scare us a s-s-second time! *stammered Undyne worriedly while everyone else was freshening up in Asgore's five bathrooms, under the impression that Gaster might be trying to scare her and everyone else in the house a second time*

 *doorbell rings a second time*

 Undyne: Eeeeeeeek! Oh g-g-god! P-p-pleeeease tell me that isn't G-Man t-t-trying to s-scare us a s-s-second time! If it is, h-h-how dare he do s-such a thing after that s-s-solid he did me with his telepathic communication p-powers! *Undyne stammered worriedly a second time, mere seconds before answering the front door*

 Blooky: Oh, h-hi, Undyne.

 Undyne: (Oh, good, it’s not G-Man! Whew!) Oh, hey, Napstablook! *said Undyne with a smile, happy to see Blooky at front door* How are you, bud? Good to see you.

 Mettaton: Hello, darling! *effeminate laugh*

 Undyne: Oh, and uh, you too, I guess. *Undyne then said with an irritated look on her face once she noticed that Mettaton EX was accompanying him, since she's still not very fond of Mettaton; even after all this time*

 Muffet: And me as well? *asked a certain six-armed spider girl, right before stepping into Undyne's field of vision* Ahuhuhu~

 Undyne: Huh? MUFFY? You're still hanging with these two? *asked Undyne, surprised to see Muffet with Blooky and Mettaton*

 Muffet: Ahuhuhu~ I am, FISHY SISSY! I am! Ahuhuhu~

 Undyne: Ehehehehe. *laughed Undyne nervously, a little embarrassed that Muffet called her fishy sissy in front of Mettaton* Muffy, not in front of HIM, remember?

 Muffet: Ahuhuhu~ Why not, fishy sissy? *teased Muffet* Ahuhuhu~

 Undyne: Ehehehehe. Muffy, please!

 Mettaton: *effeminate laugh* Oh, darling, please. I already know that you used to babysit little miss Muffet here.

 It's true! That and she's like a big sister to Muffet! X3 The same way Alphys is like a big sister to Bratty and Catty, who are both the same age as Muffet. But unlike Alphys, who only sometimes had issues babysitting Bratty and Catty, Undyne almost always had issues babysitting Muffet! She was such a mischievous little girl but one that was always too sweet and adorable to stay mad at every time Undyne was finished babysitting her at the end of the day. X3

 Muffet: Ahuhuhu~ She absolutely did. And I was a real handful, wasn't I, fishy sissy? *asked Muffet cheekily, reminiscing all of her mischievous antics as a child*

 Undyne: You still are, Muffy; once a little pest, always a little pest. *said Undyne sincerely but with no intention of offending Muffet, briefly flashing back to all of the times Muffet was a mischievous little girl while at the same time remembering the heartwarming memories of spending time with her* Fuhuhu! But’s it’s alright. I still love you. …But more on that later. Mettaton, Blooky, what are you guys doing here? I thought we weren't going to see you until tonight.

 Mettaton volunteered to be the Main Six's chauffeur tonight and Blooky and Muffet volunteered to accompany him while doing so. If the Main Six is planning to travel to the nearby city after dinner at the restaurant where Rocco works, he felt that they should travel in style. So he will be driving them everywhere they want to go in one of his personal limousines tonight. The Main Six will sit in the back of the limo while Blooky and Muffet sit up front with Mettaton. And the B-team siblings (Mettaton, Blooky, and Muffet) themselves are more than welcome to join the Main Six inside whichever buildings they'd like to visit tonight. They don't have to wait in the limo or anything like that. Then when the Main Six is all partied out by the end of the night, they are more than welcome to crash at Mettaton's penthouse, which is probably what they will wind up doing because they have something they'd like to discuss with the B-team siblings themselves and in turn, the B-team siblings have something they'd like to discuss with the Main Six; even if Main Six already knows whatever it is they'd like to discuss thanks to two cute monster boys the previous night.

 Mettaton: *effeminate laugh* Well, Muffet had some deliveries to make this morning so Blooky and I thought we'd help her out (by driving her to her customers’ homes in my limo). And the last delivery happened to be out this way so we thought we'd stop by and say hello and maybe give you beauties and gentlebeauties a quick tour of the limo before tonight too.

 Undyne: Oh, I see. Well that was nice of you. You just missed Gaster and the kids but if you stick around long enough, you can say hi to everyone else.

 Mettaton: *worried gasp* G-Gaster was here a little while ago?! *shuddered Mettaton, literally shaking in his boots while recalling a certain event that happened yesterday at Muffet's place*

 Undyne: Fuhuhu! Heck yeah, he was! *exclaimed Undyne while laughing, finding Mettaton's reaction funny* Fuhuhu!

 Blooky: Oh! Oh no! *shuddered Blooky all of sudden, for the same reason as Mettaton*

 Muffet: Oh, my g-goodness! W-well, I w-wouldn't be l-lying if I said that we d-dodged a bullet there! *shuddered Muffet as well*

 Undyne: Fuhuhuhu! Why? What happened yesterday when he and the kids visited? Care to tell me? *asked Undyne cheekily, pretending she didn't know what happened at Muffet's place yesterday when Gaster and the kids were there*

 Mettaton: *robotic sigh* It's a long story, darling; a very long story.

 Muffet: Yeah, would you mind if we waited until tonight to tell you, fishy sissy?

 Blooky: T-tonight at the p-penthouse?

 Undyne: Fuhuhu! Sure, you guys. I'll wait. Because the six of us have a long story we'd like to share with you as well. Fuhuhu!

 Muffet: Really? And will this long story of yours explain why your clothes are currently dirty?

 Undyne: Probably! Fuhuhu!

 TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2...