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Sure. Jamie knows that. Burn bridges, and you have to rebuild them. He learned the hard way. He thinks it is, maybe, a little ironic that the man who told him that is the same man who walked away from the treatment room, from Wembley, and then stood over him and told him to forgive and move on. But then, what does Jamie know? Cos Ted brought him back to Richmond and Ted gave him another chance and Jamie doesn’t want to think about where he’d be if he hadn’t gotten that.

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the car troubles saga keeps going…

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and you’re both scrambling apart, a flurry of limbs as eddie practically flies across the kitchen to put as much distance between you as possible.

“in here!” you call back, hopping down from the counter.

when you steal a glance at eddie, he looks just as wrecked as you feel.

“why the hell is eddie’s van— oh,” sid freezes in the doorway, looking between the two of you with utter confusion.

“hey man!” eddie waves sheepishly, and you suddenly want the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

“uh, hey... didn’t know you were stopping by.” his gaze then shifts to you, as you busy yourself with looking through the fridge again.

“i wasn’t—”

you quickly cut him off.

“you’re acting like i planned for my car to break down. i was just lucky it happened right around the corner from forest hills. eddie was nice enough to give me a ride home.” you explain as you continue to rummage through the fridge.

that part wasn’t a lie.

you end up grabbing the first thing you see— a string cheese. you try to act as casual as possible despite your heart pounding in your ears. you meet your brothers suspicious gaze when you close the fridge, peeling open the package as you lean over the counter.

“oh, well that was nice of him.”

he doesn’t sound completely convinced.

“i just asked if i could come in and wait until you got home,” eddie begins as he pushes himself off the counter.

“besides, i’ve been meaning to get my ride the lightening tape back from you anyway.” he chuckles, acting totally nonchalant despite the fact that his tongue was just in your mouth.

and you let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when see a grin spread across your brother’s face.

“oh fuck off, you gave me that tape, dickhead.”

you’re both in the clear.

eddie spares you a sideways glance as he follows your brother out of the kitchen. but he turns back before he continues up the stairs and the look he gives you has your stomach fluttering.

a look that screamed— we aren’t done here.

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“if you’re gonna get hit, nice to get a goal out of it”… that smile is either proof that sid is a hockey psychopath or that geno really is all okay, just a little bruised

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Warmth (Hunter x reader)

Ratings: Angst | Fluff

Summary: Once love and now a memory…

“You’re staring.” He murmured.

There was a light tone in his voice, even with the presence of morning gruffness. His face was relaxed, less scrunched then during missions or when his brothers annoyed him to the southern rims.

And yet his eyes remained closed as they always did this early in the morning, just trying to bask in the remnants of night just a little longer. He always was a night owl.

“No I’m not.” I muttered the lie carelessly.

With the rays of the sun barely reaching through the cracked glass of the hotel we were bunked in, I knew the day of errands and adventures would hit us.

We could hide of course, steal away the day for ourselves, but I had a feeling Omega would have a fit. I smiled at the thought of her yelling at her other brothers to hurry as she tracked us down.

I did promise to teach her how to throw a knife once the mission was over.

I haven’t seen her in three days and I began to miss her cheerful attitude, but before we could see her face again we had to deal with Sid’s next target and she had to wait safely back at the bar with Sid.

This whole thing was absolutely pointless, but we couldn’t say no to the mission and so here we were about to steal back a spice shipment they stole from Sid on the dingiest planet we have ever been on. I couldn’t even say the same if I was asked.

This room we stayed in was a small, on the outskirts so we wouldn’t be seen as we spied through the dirty window with cracks. We watched across the street where a club was, just waiting for the target to appear with the shipment of spice.

The boys stayed back on the ship, waiting for our call to ambush the target and secure the shipment. Yet three days in this room and we still had yet to see the target.

But I knew as horrible as it smelled, this little place that we would hold dear for years to come because it was ours… Our warmth.

I secretly continued to admire Hunter’s face as he kept his eyes closed and yet his smile grew a tiny bit.

“Still?” He mumbled.

I couldn’t help, but blush at the act of being caught red handed and yet he never needed to see me to know what I was doing… Or how I was feeling. It was as if he knew every inch of my soul and maybe he did…

“I can’t help that you’re handsome.” I murmured, moving my hand from under the sheet to brush the dark brown strands of hair from his face.

I took a moment to admire the contrast of his tattoo against his natural skin. I always wondered if maybe it was a whim in his youth as shiny.

Maybe he was a little rebellious… Who am I kidding? He most definitely was.

I couldn’t help the smirk that graced me lips. I held back a small laugh.

I just that know for a fact that it was to differentiate himself from the other clone troopers. To make him appear more menacing, for sure.

Whatever may have spurred on his permanent decision, it made him all the more handsome just the same.

“Hm…” Was all he murmured.

He always was less talkative in the morning especially when he was half asleep.

I knew he was trying to play it cool, but the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips told me how much he enjoyed the compliment.

He may have a tough and stern exterior, but he will always be a softy on the inside.

I pulled myself away from my thoughts to truly look at him once again. He was on his stomach, his arms curled under his pillow as he breathed slowly.

For a moment it looked as if he was about to fall asleep any second. If it were any other day I would have allowed it, but I’m this moment… In this moment I missed the warmth of him too much.

“Roll over.” I gently nudged his side, showing him what I wanted.

He grunted, but complied none the less. He moved his right arm from underneath the pillow and rolled onto his back. I felt pleased with myself with how easy it was to order such a strong soldier around.

I scooted closer to him, running my hand slowly over the groves of his chest, filled with scars and worn from years of battle. I admired every mark, every scab, every grain of being that represented him.

“My Hunter…” I murmured into the waking morning that only the two of us would hear.

I slowly sunk into him, feeling nothing but the softness and warmth that was him.

His arms wrapped securely around me and held me there, the two of us frozen in time as we took in those extra few minutes of rest before reality stepped in.

“You are truly beautiful.” He whispered as if at any moment this moment would be interrupted.

I smiled into his chest, “You’re just saying that.”

“I am saying that and so much more.” He stated it as if it were a fact written in stone.

“You are more radiant then the suns of Coruscant and unyielding like the waves of Kamino. You are kind, compassionate, loyal, and extremely smart.” He said as his hand trailed down my arm before interlacing his hand with mine.

He slowly pulled up our hands to kiss the ring that was delicately wrapped around my finger. I giggled gently as I placed a kiss on his ring. The two rings that celebrated our ever lasting bond with one another.

A bond that could never be broken.

Not even in a thousand galaxies filled with war.

“You are truly breathtaking my cyar’ika.” He spoke softly, “And I am glad that you call me yours.”

I looked up to see his warm chocolate eyes already looking at me and seeing the rosy blush that graced my cheeks.

“I love you.” I breathed the words as if they were the only thing I have ever believed in my life and that was the truth.

“I love you too cyar’ika.” He replied, a soft tone to his gruffness as he slowly fell back asleep.

I held onto this moment… Just the two of us basking in the summer glow of the morning before our lives called to us once more.

That was all I needed… He was all I needed. He was all I ever needed…

He was my warmth in the cold rays of winter.

The feeling of warmth faded as did the memory along with it. The room turned dull and grey losing the colors of the memory. No longer was there happiness and love. No longer did the heat of the sun grace our bodies. It was only the cold feeling of frost paired with the cloudy weather.

I watched the snowflakes as they flew into the room through the cracks of the windows. It was no longer summer and I…

I was alone.

The key to the room fell from my hand and into the metal tray, the only sound that echoed through the dingy motel room.

What once was paradise, now nothing more than empty space. It was as if I didn’t recognize the place where one of my happiest memories was at.

A shiver ran threw my body as I tugged my grey jacket tighter around me. It didn’t do much help keep the cold out, but I didn’t expect for anything less. I’ve been so cold since…

Maybe my heart was frozen, but then why did I feel so much pain?

I blinked, nothing but the sound of my breath filled the room, it getting more unstable with each exhale. But I just stared… I stared blankly at the room until the door slammed shut behind me and my emotions finally unleashed and…

I screamed.

I screamed until the pain of it ripped at my throat, until my lungs gasped for air, until my mind felt numb. If I were a Jedi, the room would have shook at the wave of sorrow and anger I felt, but if I were a Jedi then maybe I could have…

Maybe I could have done something, anything to save him and to hold him in my arms once again.

“My Hunter.” I cried out his name and received no answer.

But even if I screamed his name a thousand times, he couldn’t answer me anymore.

My nails dug into the wood of the small table by the door. My legs shaking as my chest heaved from the sobs that consumed the ringing in my ears.

I can’t breathe.

I suddenly realized and I couldn’t even pull myself together to fix it.

Why can’t I breath?

The sound of blaster fire ring in my ears over and over.

My screams to get back as we were surrounded.

The push of his hand when a shot was directed towards me.

The weight of his body as we fell...

The feeling of sand and the dizziness of the sun.

His last words…

His last kriffing words.

His rise and fall and then…

Nothing…

As if he was never here to begin with.

Everything that I ever was left with his final breathe.

I love you, always.

I cried out again, finally allowing for gravity to pull me down onto my knees.

“It was a bad idea to bring her here.” Tech whispered just outside the room.

“I agree.” Wrecker stated.

“She needs to morn. It’s been months…” Crosshair mentioned, a deep frown settled on his face.

Crosshair hasn’t smirked or teased anyone since his brother… He felt like apart of him was missing and he wouldn’t doubt if there was. His brother brought out the best version of him and now with Hunter gone… Crosshair just felt hollow.

“Yeah I know.” Wrecker sighed.

Wrecker’s heart ached ever since his brother died. He could barely sleep anymore, even with Taloola. The nightmares just kept him awake and so he did what comforted him the most, he ate snacks.

“Maybe this will help her move on.” Echo suggested with a sigh.

Echo has been through this with his first group brother’s, the 501st, was created back in the clone wars. He’s lost more brothers then the bad batch could imagine and yet an ache settled in his chest knowing that another one of his brothers’ and close friend has died.

“I’m going to go ready the ship. We’ll give her a few more minutes before it’s time for us to leave.”

“Yes then I will go with you as well.” Tech nodded and followed Echo down the hall.

Tech not used to confronting such emotions as the one his sister-in-law was currently expressing. He was in pain and he mourned deeply for his brother, but he cannot change what simply is and so he must adapt and move forward.

It was silent between the three siblings, the only sound that flowed around them was the cries of the one person that all of them considered as family.

“I… I’m going to go check on her.” Omega decided.

“Is that a good idea?” Wrecker asked worriedly.

“She needs comfort. She’s one of the only mother figure I’ve ever cared for and she is married to our brother-” Omega caught herself with a lump rising in her throat, “Was married and right now she needs someone to take care of her and that’s going to be us until she can make it back on her feet again.”

Crosshair nodded in a silent agreement.

“You’re right kid.” Wrecker said, “We’ll be out here. Yell for us if you need anything.”

Omega headed towards the room with Wrecker and Crosshair waiting patiently in the hall.

In the wake of my own despair I didn’t hear the door creek open, the sound of footsteps padding into the room.

It was when I felt Omega’s little arms wrapping around me that reality came crashing back. I pulled her into my lap, cradling the small girl who was just as devastated as I was.

We both had lost an important member of our family…

But at least we have each other right?

That should be enough. That should allow us to move on and carry his memory in our hearts. To share his story for years to come.

But then why couldn’t I stop crying?

I should be strong for her. For the others as well, but it’s like I’m being pulled under waves over and over again and I was finding it more difficult to swim back up.

“Mom…” Omega’s voice trailed off, broken, tired, and afraid of what our future may hold.

Omega began to feel the loss of her brother and who she thought was a great father figure to her… She wasn’t sure how to handle her emotions and so she did the only thing she could do… She cried as well.

“I’m sorry firefly.” I murmured broke my to her as she began to cry as well, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t…” My throat tightened and I couldn’t finish my sentence.

I hugged her as tight as I could to help ease her pain at the loss of her father.

I’m sorry I couldn’t protect him that day.

I wanted to say.

I’m sorry I didn’t see that shooter.

I wanted to cry.

I’m sorry he couldn’t be the one here with you now.

I wanted to break.

Why did I look out that damn window and see our target? Why couldn’t we have lost sight of him through the crowd? Why did we even leave this room? Why didn’t we just stay here in that damn bed?

Why? Why? Why?

… Why couldn’t it be me?

So many possibilities and outcomes that could’ve had him here with us now. To see him smirk one more time. To hear his laugh carry throughout the room. To feel his warm touch and gentle heart…

“You are truly breathtaking my cyar’ika.”

I could still hear his voice as clear as the howlers outside. My tears growing stronger by the second.

“I love you cyar’ika.”

It was as if his breath was right by my ear and then suddenly he was gone.

I love you my Hunter.

I wanted to scream those words, pleading for the force to bring him back to me… To us.

“It’s time to go you two.” Echo spoke as he entered the room.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly at the inevitable end.

I just wanted a few more moments… A few more moments of warmth before the cold set in once again.

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Night Time Disasters - Sid Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Chaotic Sid :)

Info: Gender neutral reader, Pure fluff, Cuddling, Kissing

The soft sound of the night breeze swaying the trees, sending a gentle shiver down your spine. It was nights like this, when your lover didn’t have to be god knows how many miles away from you on tour or off somewhere working on songs with the others.

“You almost done in there?” You called from beneath your mountain of blankets, seeing Sids shadow moving back and forth from the bathroom.

“Almost!” He called back, with a strange twinge of a smirk in his voice. Deciding to think nothing of it, you turned over to face the wall once more, humming patiently.

You closed your eyes for a second, thinking about your day plans for tomorrow. As you melted into the warm bliss of the covers, Sid jumped on top of you, pressing the weight of his body onto you.

“Falling asleep without me?” He chuckled, flopping down next to you as you rolled your eyes. His hands gently gripped your waist, bringing you flush against him under the covers.

You hummed softly “You really are a handful” You chuckled, slowly turning around to face him. You crooned into his touch as he placed a hand to your cheek, rubbing faint shapes onto your skin with his thumb. You leaned in, taking his lips against your own, flopping a lazy arm over his chest.

He pulled away gently, looking into your eyes before stealing one last kiss.

“To bed with you” You mumbled, snuggling closer to him “I have something planned for you tomorrow.”

He grinned “Oh? I enjoy a surprise” He pressed his forehead to yours, shutting your heavy eyes as you both began to drift off.

This is my first slipknot fic and I didn’t wanna jump right in with smut, but I’m willing to get my hands dirty. I hope you enjoyed this little silly blabber <3

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A Lighter Sentence

This kind of writing is a bit new for me as its quite more on the hard-core side of tickling, and I don’t really have any experience with it. That being said, I do love me some more hard-core tickles from time to time, so I thought eh why not try it out! Again, this is a bit on the rougher side and contains some bondage, so if thats not your forte, totally understandable, just wanted to give yall the heads up! ^^

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships/Pairings: Lee!Itto, Ler!Heizou (platonic/romantic)

Contains: Bondage, Rough/Sadistic Tickling, Feet Tickling, SFW, Fluff

Word Count: 2616

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"So uhh...are you gonna tell me why I'm in this chair thing, detective? Oooor are you just gonna stand there...?" Itto is currently in the interrogation room of Shikanoin Heizou’s detective building, sitting in a...chair-like object, his wrists strapped beside his head, exposing his armpits and sides, with his legs out in front of him, bent slightly upwards, his feet resting in a pair of locked stocks.

Surprisingly, there was no one in the building, most the guards off patrolling 

How did Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto find himself in this position? Well, a few days ago he saw a group of kids out on the street. He had asked them what they were doing when they said that they were homeless and were quite hungry. Itto, being the great oni-samaritan that he is...stole some food from a food vendor to give to them.

"They were hungry! What should I have just let them starve?!" He had said to Heizou, the main detective who was put on the case and also a close friend of Itto's.

"No," Heizou had said, "but you didn't have to steal. You could have, y'know, asked the vendor for food for the kids? Or told the shogunate?"

"W-well...that would have taken longer!" Itto had argued.

It continued like this for quite some time, and the original sentence was 60 days of jail time. However, Heizou was able to bump it down to...two hours in the chair that Itto is currently sitting in...or so that's what he was about to tell Itto.

You see, Heizou actually managed to get him completely out of a sentence, saying that he was just trying to help out, and he even managed to convince the shogunate to start handing out free food to those in need. Even so, he still thought Itto needed a little harmless punishment for his crime.

"Well, Itto," Heizou started, "you're sentence for stealing was originally 60 days in jail."

"W-what!? Sixty days?! A-are you sure? I-" Itto panicked. Obviously, he had been in jail before, being quite the troublemaker, but he has never spent longer than a few days because either Heizou or Kuki had helped to get him out. But 60 days? That was frightening for the oni.

Itto was then cut off by Heizou, "Calm down, Itto. You're lucky that I'm close to you because I was able to get you a lighter sentence." Heizou put on a smirk and walked up to Itto's side.

"A lighter sentence? Psh what, so I just have to sit in this chair for a bit- AH!" Itto was suddenly cut short by a ticklish jab into his exposed side, his body flinching in the opposite direction of the ticklish feeling.

"No," Heizou said, rolling his eyes. "This is your sentence." Heizou tried to make his point by lightly scribbling his nails against Itto's side.

Squirming away from Heizou's hand, Itto tried to make sense of what he said, when it finally clicked. "W-whahahat!? Wahahahahait! C'mohohohon! Nohohoho! That's not fahahahahair!"

"Oh I think it's perfectly fair, Itto. Unless you want 60 days in jail?" Heizou quirked his head at Itto, his fingers traveling up to his armpit.

"Nohohohoho! Buhuhut nohohohot tickling! Plehehehease! Ihihihit’s so embahaharassing!" Itto giggled, the tickling already starting to break him down.

Heizou mockingly gasped and teased the oni, "No tickling? But if you didn't want anyone to tickle you then why in Teyvat would you wear that outfit, hm? I mean, just look at it! Your armpits are exposed, as are your ribs...abs...sides...hips..." Heizou moved his fingers to tickle each spot as he said it, tracing his ribs, poking his abs, lightly scribbling his sides, and wiggling his finger in Itto's navel.

"ACK! NOHOHOHO! STOHOHohohop that! EEK!" Itto screeched as Heizou lightly wiggled his finger into his navel. Itto tried to back away from the evil hand tickling it, but his bindings held him right in place, tears starting to form at the corners of the oni's eyes. "NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE! MOVE! PLEASE MOHOHOHOVE!"

"Okay," the detective sighed. "I suppose I can go somewhere else..." Heizou smirked as he made his way down the chair and suddenly latched onto Itto’s thighs, clawing into the sensitive flesh.

“NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHahap it!” Itto shrieked, followed by a short chuckle by the detective before he kept moving down the chair, stopping in front of Itto's feet.

"W-wait! Not there! Please, not there Heizou!" Itto pleaded as Heizou removed the geta he wore, though the detective kept his stirrups on...for now.

"Not where? Here?" Heizou teased, running a finger up Itto's sole, from his heel to his toes.

Itto's leg shook violently, the stocks keeping his feet where they were. "NOHOHO! Please! Please don't!"

"Please don't what, Itto?" Heizou smirked, knowing that the oni wasn't the smartest and that there was almost a 100% chance that he'd fall for it.

"Tickle my feet! WAIT-" Itto was cut of by his own laughter, Heizou raking his nails down both of the oni's large feet. Itto's feet shook in the stocks, constantly moving back and forth to try and evade the devilishly ticklish feeling on his soles to no avail, Heizou's fingers always following right behind.

"My, my, my Itto. What big feet you have!" Heizou teased. "So much room to tickle!" He teased as Itto shook his head back and forth, tears starting to fall onto his cheeks from the brutally ticklish onslaught on his feet.

"STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHESE! HAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!" Itto laughed out.

"I don't think so, Itto. I was able to get your sentence down to only two hours in this chair, and it hasn’t even been 10 minutes! Not to mention, I really haven't even done anything~" Heizou laughed out, still raking down Itto's feet.

"NOHOHOHOHO! I- I CAHAHAHANT!" Itto yelled, the tickling starting to become too much for him. To the poor oni being mercilessly tickled right now, 60 days in jail seemed like heaven. Had he known that this is what the detective got his sentence down to, he would have plead for the jail time. "PLEHEHEHEASE! HEIZOHOHOHOU! BREHEHEHEAK! I NEHEHED A BREHEHEAK!"

Slowing down his motions, Heizou's tickling slowly came to a stop, the detective sighing, "Alright, fine. I'll give you a small break. But just know that it's going to get worse~" With that, Heizou retreated from Itto's feet, walking up beside him and then climbing on his legs to straddle his lap, facing him.

"U-Uhm...hehe...w-what are ya doing, detective?" Itto laughed nervously, blushing in the process. Normally for Itto, he would let any of his friends sit in his lap - it was no big deal! But with his current predicament, Itto could only stutter and blush, knowing what was probably coming.

"I'm just getting comfy~ Is that okay, or would you like me to move?" Heizou asked with a smirk.

"N-no, no! This is fine! I wouldn't be upset over a little dude like you sitting in my LahaHAHAP WHAHAHAHA?" Itto was suddenly flown into a fit of laughter as Heizou dug his fingers into Itto's flanks, massaging the soft skin. "NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Itto tried to flail as much as he could, but he could barely move an inch with the detective's body on top of him.

"What's the matter, Itto? Feeling ticklish?" Heizou teased, lightening his touch to quickly flutter his nails over Itto's sides, scratching beside his bellybutton, going to where his sides met his back, which got the oni screaming, and back to their original position. He repeated this motion for quite a while, Itto losing his mind with every passing second.

"COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON! I DONT DESEHEHEHERVE THIHIHIS! I WAHAHAS HELPIHIHING!" Itto cried out, desperate for the assault on his sides to end.

Heizou stopped his hands as he looked at Itto’s horns, granting him a small break. Seeing where his vision was focused, Itto started begging. “Where are you…w-wait, Heizou please not there! Not my horns, c’mon little dude!”

Heizou scoffed at the nickname. “Little dude? Oh you are so getting it now.” He smirked as he started to gently glide his fingers around the base of the oni’s horns, where his scalp met the hard material.

Äs soon as Heizou’s fingertips landed on the sensitive skin, Itto let out cute giggles, trying to keep still so he didn’t accidentally hurt the detective with one of his sharp horns. “Eheheheheh nohohoho! Stahahahap it! You’re soho mehehean!”

Smirking at the oni’s outburst, Heizou slowed his fingers to a stop, wiping away the tears on Itto’s cheeks, deciding to be merciful and give him a break before what was coming.

"Well," Heizou sighed, reaching down on his uniform to take off a tassel. "I suppose I haven't used any tools yet..." He smirked teasingly as he looked Itto in the eye, lowering the tassel on Itto's stomach, swirling it into and around his navel.

"T-tools?! Detective come on! Haven’t I suffered enohohohough! Nohohohoho! Whyhyhyhy?” Itto cackled as the tassel made its way into his navel, his upper body trying to thrash, unable to because of the weight that was the detective's body keeping it down.

“Why?” Heizou questioned. “Well, who wouldn’t want to tickle a big, handsome oni like yourself, hm?” Heizou smirked as he teased the oni, a blush now prominent on his face from the teasing.

Itto knew Heizou was flirty – he was flirty with almost everyone! But being in his current predicament, the flirting and teasing was making it so much worse. Itto’s face scrunched up with embarrassment as he laughed. “Stahahap teheheasing me!”

“Oh, but I’m not teasing you, Itto~ You are very handsome. I mean,” he moved the tassel to flutter over his abs, “just look at these abs~”

“Nahahahaha!” Itto giggled.

Heizou stopped his attack with the tassel and turned around so his back was now facing the oni. He placed it between Itto’s feet before striking, digging his hands into Itto’s thighs.

“NOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAT! HEHEHEIZOU! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Itto screamed at the maddening sensations, the hands squeezing and kneading the muscles of his thighs making him fall into helpless laughter.

Heizou giggled as he moved his hands to his knees, squeezing the kneecaps and even fluttering his fingers under them.

Though his knees weren’t that ticklish, it was still enough to make him giggle slightly, acting as a small break. “Ehehehe!”

Heizou finally stopped his assault and got off of the oni’s lap, leaving Itto a panting mess as he went back to his feet and took a box out from under the chair and opened it after slipping Itto’s stirrups off his soles. From the box, he took out some twine and looped it around Itto’s big toes, tying them back to hooks that were on top of the stocks, making it so that Itto could no longer scrunch his toes or move his feet side to side.

“What are you doing now?” Itto whined, hoping that this punishment was coming to a close.

“Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Arataki,” Heizou smirked once again, pulling out a bottle of oil from the box and massaging it into the oni’s soles. “I’m just trying out a technique I thought of.”

At the feeling of the oil being massaged into his soles, Itto closed his eyes and let out a soft moan, the massage feeling much better than what he was going through a few minutes ago. “Mmm…that feels nice…”

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable,” Heizou pulled out a hairbrush from the box, “it’s about to get much worse~”

Itto went from being in a state of bliss to manic in less than a second, his eyes flying open as soon as the plastic bristles of the hairbrush started moving on his oiled soles. “WHAHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIS THAHAHAHAHAT?! NAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Itto’s laughter was hysterical as soon as it started, tears starting to brim at the corners of his eyes at the maddening sensations on his feet, the bristles of the hairbrush moving up and down on his oversensitized feet, from his heels to his toes, over and over again, making Itto laugh helplessly.

“It's a hairbrush, Itto. I thought it could come in handy for this little excursion, and I guess I was right! Wow, it looks like it's driving you wild, yeah~?” Heizou teased, continuing to rake the bristles over his soles like he was trying to scrub a stain from a carpet. Smirking, the detective also kept up his teasing, “C’mon, laugh for me! Your laugh is just so adorable~”

Itto just couldn’t take it anymore. The ticklish feeling was driving him insane, hot tears of mirth freely flowing down his cheeks, his eyes shut tightly as he tried, and failed, to hold in his laughter. What was even worse was that damned detectives teasing. It’s like he was trying to kill Itto with embarrassment. “MmmmmphahAhAHaHAHA! NoHOhOHO MOHOHORE! NAHaHAHAhAHaHA!”

Heizou, almost satisfied and now wanting to draw this show to a close, used his vision to create little wind gusts that kept the hairbrush scrubbing over Itto’s soles as he moved up to once again straddle his lap, giggling evilly as grabbed the oni’s waist and began massaging his thumbs and fingers into his hips.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK! NAHAHAHAH- STAHAHAHAHA- GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Itto  tried to uselessly buck his hips and curl his toes, the detective's body and the string preventing him from doing so. He though that what Heizou did before was bad, bu this was so much worse. It felt like all of the nerves on his feet and hips were electrifying him, forcing him to laugh while having no way to lessen the sensations. The hairbrush felt like it was scrubbing over every nerve-ending on his feet, drawing the laughter out of him like it was nothing. Heizou’s fingers were no better – every squeeze and rub from his fingers made him buck uselessly, trying to get away from what was causing his spastic laughter. Around 30 seconds into the torment, Itto’s laughter went silent, only forced wheezes making their way out.

At this, Heizou decided that enough was enough, and decided to stop Itto’s “punishment.”  “Okay,” he smirked, stopping his tickling, “I think you’ve learned your lesson, right?”

Itto could only pant and stare at the ceiling, trying his best to respond to the detective as he drew in much-needed oxygen. “I-its been…two hours…already…?”

“O-oh…um, well,” Heizou started, not knowing how well Itto would take the news that he never actually got this sentence and that it was all Heizou’s doing. “You never actually needed the two hours…” he grinned nervously as he started undoing the restraints on Itto’s wrists, freeing them as he got off of his lap and moved down to the stocks. “I made it up! You never actually needed to be in this chair…I got your actual sentence down to a warning…but I couldn’t just let you go, you needed some type of punishment!” He laughed nervously as he unlocked the stocks, allowing Itto to slide his feet free. “I just chose this because I thought it would be fun…”

“Detective?” Itto said mischievously, starting to sit up and collect himself, putting his stirrups and geta back on. 

“Y-yes, Itto…?” Heizou replied nervously, slowly backing away as a nervous smile painted his face.

“You are gonna get it so much worse. I'll give you ten seconds. Run.” Itto smirked, a playfully mischievous appearance taking over.

“W-what?”

“Ten. Nine.”

With that, Heizou darted out of the room as fast as he could, leaving Itto to chuckle to himself, saying out loud, “That little dude is gonna be in so much trouble when I catch him.”

AHHHH this was actually kind of fin to write??? It was such a change of pace from the usual fluff I write, and even though this was still kind of fluffy, I really got to have some fun with writing restraints and reactions with this one. Let me know how yall liked it!! ^^

Also sidenote, after writing this fic…I realized I actually really like this pairing surprisingly??? They’re both just so teasy and flirty, I think it’s a cute dynamic!

[gaybroons]

Talk Hockey To Me

( @ghostgeno's tag game)

The thing that got you hooked on hockey

Started reading “hey now, you're an all star (get your game on, go play)” by @buckyismybicycle while it was ongoing because even though I was 1) completely uninterested in hockey and 2) also uninterested in Stucky as a ship, this specific author’s works have always been phenomenal and with each new chapter email I started getting more and more intrigued until I eventually gave in and started reading it (literally so worth it everyone should read it). In the end notes of each chapter, HR (the author) would add some fun facts and extra context for the hockey related stuff (considering it’s a whole hockey AU) that made me go “huh that sounds fun” more than once but I was still not super into the hockey thing.

Until. 

I reached the chapter with a beautifully written match and I was like???? Is hockey like this irl?????????? This sounds so good?????????? Cue YouTube hacking into my brain and suggesting me hockey compilations which included the infamous Lick. I saw this random man just being a menace to everyone and decided he is now the love of my life.  (i usually omit the stucky fic part bc ppl have opinions about marvel that i do not want to hear lol. so if i told you abt this before without the full context i'm sorry!!)

Your first ever fandom friend

@hard4softthings !!!! Love is stored in the ao3 comment section uwu 

The jersey you would most like to own

I can’t pick one so I’m just gonna list in descending order: Marchand home jersey (with a C !!!!!!!!😤) ,  Pasternak (also home. Sorry it’s just nicer than the away version) , Quinn Hughes (the pride one because I’m obsessed with the design it’s so pretty) 

YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely)

The rat king himself 🖤💛🖤💛🖤 can u tell I have a favorite 

A pairing that deserves more fic

Sid/Ovi ‼️ tuukks/pasta and Brady/Quinn too, there’s just so much potential for them. 

Your favourite on-ice moment

Picking is difficult so you’re just gonna get a bunch <3.

Bertuzzi stealing cousin’s stick and trying to break it

Marchy kidnapping The Child

pigeon

dancing with the stars

tuukks Exhibiting homicidal tendencies (rightfully so)

flower wanting to feel included

whole team under arrest

Brady Tkachuk: why is there a fucking animal loose on the ice he’s going to give me rabies

marchy waving to a booing crowd

marchy blowing kisses to a booing crowd

flower asserting his dominance tripping TWO first round picks

Quinn Hughes seeing a fight break out and says ✨no✨

Marner spinning like a ballerina

+ link someone else's art/fic/etc that you love & think everyone should check out

ART: 

this ADORABLE mcdrai art by @saviorified

MattMcDrai art by @adelphenium , obsessed with the blushing and the HAIR plz it’s so cute.  

Awfully pretty sid and geno art by @ceanspam

Captaincy transfer by @adelphenium I’m so weak for rat marchy, and ALSO bergy’s eyes <33333 i’m so <33333

the kiss of life by @stillfertile

FICS: 

The “All Caps” series by @makeit-takeit rewired my brain I’ve reread it countless times i think i can recite it by heart. 

“hard to be soft, tough to be tender” The Hanahaki fic by @hardforsoftthings I love love love the emotional progression AND denial in both of these fics (also, horny. Thank u) 

speaking of which, in less emotionally charged and more horny fics, the “spit cup” and “scratch that itch” non-traditional omegaverse doulogy by @ whitchbhitch (i do not know their tumblr)

+ link something you made & are proud of & want people to see

I’m honestly really proud of my flowertalbo fic, “Inevitably you will burn (as all living things do)” it’s really short (646 words) but I think I did a good job on it :>

Also, I find myself coming back to this one McDrai crack fic, “Oh Puck No!” idk what possessed me to write it but I had fun with it and i still find it silly and enjoyable lol

no pressure tags: @lindholmline @darkangel0410 @gilliebee @owchar1ie and anyone else who wanna do this!!!

[necronatural]

Yaoi Essay: It was Ice Age Okay

My friend @tshirt3000 organized a friend zine where we talk about yaoi that was formative to us. It's a sizeable 80 pages, and you can read everyone's formative yaois in the digital copy here.

My essay was written in a single night and primarily primes you to pattern-seek so you can see my vision. My divine truth.

Before I speak, I need to prime you with the knowledge that you understand me. Even if you think you don’t, you actually do. So.

In seminal AO3 fandombait television program Teen Wolf (2011), the main point of fascination is Stiles Stilinski; a doe-eyed ADHD obsessive who chases his every thought with a frenetic intensity that often steals the scene he’s in.

Stiles being a fascinating little creature means that people want to ship him. I’d say he has three main people to do that with, and the big ship on campus was none of them. It was practically mandatory to ship him with Derek, the dark, brooding werewolf anti-hero.

I don’t think the suffocating pervasiveness of this ship is really that deep. Derek is a sexy paranormal tall dark and handsome boytoy. I’ve never seen the Vampire Diaries but I’m sure he wouldn’t be out of place in the cast. And hey, everybody is already obsessed with Stiles. I don’t think people actually care about the text of the show, just the pretty men they’re fixated on. The shit they made in their heads is so obviously just a gay version of every romance ever at the time.

But there is a secret recipe at play. Because in 2011, alongside Teen Wolf, a film was released. It was called Thor. You know, from the MCU? In Thor, the titular character’s treacherous baby brother (adopted) imprisons Thor on earth to steal his position. On Earth, Thor meets the love of his life, her father, and a zany bit character added for comedic relief. 

Now I love Loki an abnormal amount for someone who cares as little about the MCU as I do. I love pathetic men and pathetic villains. As an avid fanfiction reader, I spent a lot of time trawling AO3 for Loki content, realizing they don’t think he’s pathetic, and clicking away. And over the years, I began seeing a weird pattern. Loki/Darcy. The comic relief girl. Her quirky antics were somehow enough to warrant a ship in a fandom that only blows up mandatory Two White Guys couples. And Loki is clearly NOT a brooding paranormal romance boy, but the ship had that Sterek stink on it anyway. A lot of it.

It seemed so mysterious, yet I remember, now, that Sterek wasn’t just popular with paranormal romance swooners, but people who just like funny ships. A zany idiot tormenting that brooding villain. A genderless mass appeal. An Entrapta and Hordak. The raw impulse for Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint readers to pair Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyeok before they started developing any chemistry at all, simply by nature of the kinds of characters they are. 

Okay. Listen man. I need to talk to you about Ice Age.

If you’re unfamiliar, Ice Age is about a cynical mammoth named Manford taking a great southern migration as a chance to be alone. When he rescues criminally annoying sloth Sid, he’s forced to share his newfound alone time with him. He is not happy. Meanwhile, a pack of sabertooth tigers is on a vengeance quest against the humans who hunt them by eating their tribe leader’s baby. One of them, Diego, accidentally lets the human mother jump off a waterfall to escape, delivering the baby downriver to Manny and Sid. Diego presents himself as a tracker who can hunt the humans down, and the three of them decide to travel together to bring the baby back to the humans, one way or another.

I will be clear; the homoeroticism exists, and it exists between Manny and Sid. The chemistry exists, and it exists between Manny and Diego. Manny is the heart of the film. And I don’t care. Baby’s First Yaoi, the thing that really boiled my brain, was Diego’s extremely intimate threats to Sid’s life and Sid baiting him like a barking dog. I’m sorry.

The film never really stops insisting that Sid is genuinely annoying — it starts with his entire family leaving him behind and ends with him being kind of a fuckup too — but he’s key to the synergy regardless. There’s no great moment that announces ‘well maybe they weren’t seeing Sid’s true value!’ because he doesn’t have any. He’s a lazy, annoying, unempathetic, impulsive, smug little womanizer. He never learns. The film proposes that well, he doesn’t really have to— Manny is a deeply isolated person (mammoth?) who drives people away, and he needs someone who’s annoying and can’t understand boundaries to teach him to open up again. No matter how much he swats Sid back, Sid is confident in their friendship. Just like how no matter how many times Sid’s family abandoned him, he still went looking for them. They are lonely people, and Sid being an obnoxious little pissant forces them together.

On the other hand, I can’t imagine a film with just Manny and Diego. They get along well and have a great rapport, with Diego’s bad boy fun uncle attitude and Manny’s asshole with a heart of gold routine. But the thing is that they are two dudes who mind their own business. They are only casually uniting, and Diego is only doing it so his pack of evil sabertooths can eat the baby. The warmth of friendship doesn’t exist, and it has to bleed from Sid terrorizing them. They need their idiot to unite against. And since they don’t actually dislike Sid, it can only become camaraderie.

Diego is aware Manny is a smart guy and will take any threat extremely seriously, but he acts like himself from the beginning with Sid. After a while, it becomes clear Manny doesn’t care if he threatens Sid — because Sid is annoying, and he himself has threatened Sid plenty of times — but he also doesn’t intend to leave Sid alone where he can get hurt. Diego is 100% serious, but after a certain point he finds his own threats also becoming empty teasing. By the end of the movie, he’s openly endeared and friendly. He gives death threats like he gives a noogie. 

There is something so unreal, to be honest, about forcing a born killer to hold you in his teeth after he repeatedly threatened to kill you, and him holding you there against your will because he thinks it is so funny.

Diego’s heel-face turn is obviously inspired by Manny, but over the course of the film, it’s clear that he, too, was lonely, and he, too, benefits from an extremely annoying person filling his loner life. His pack is dog-eat-dog, ready to abandon him if he doesn’t do his job, but Manny is willing to die for him, and — this is key to my childhood brain — Sid trusts him unconditionally despite doing nothing to earn it. Sid would follow Diego all year if he suddenly abandoned him for migration. He is just that kind of person.

That’s the secret recipe. What made Sterek mandatory even for people who have no interest in paranormal romance hunks. Why Darcy was thrown at Loki. This underlying vein of True Yaoi, of a dynamic based less on actual relationship and more on the core of the kind of people they are, and the kind of synthesis that is possible between those two ingredients. The zany idiot and the villain have this chemical reaction you could see from space. TO ME!

You need a zany person to do a whole lot of impulsive shit, and you need that zany person to be stupid enough to not notice they’re unwanted, or in danger, or that their dynamic is shifting, or the subtext of anyone’s behaviour. You need the person tormented to be a genuine threat, and they need to not melt, but be worn down. The simple pleasures of having your day-to-day life filled with life and noise, your every interaction with the world commented on, to the point you allow yourself to be defanged.

Sid does this to Manny, sure but it didn’t click even with the gay jokes because Manny is a kind, caring Dad Friend kind of guy who would fold for anyone. Diego is a fucking baby-eating tiger. But he trusts Manny, and Manny is endeared and receptive to Sid’s constant noise because he is lonely, and because of that, Diego, who is also lonely, allows himself to be endeared too. He had Sid’s throat in his mouth, and all he thought was that it was a funny thing to do.

My friend Hyde tagged me in this post.

[blowflyfag]

WORLD WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT/FEDERATION MAGAZINE: OCTOBER 1996

EL SID! 

THE POTENTIAL IS ABOUT TO BE TAPPED

By Vince Russo

In the early 1990s I just didn’t buy it. This man didn’t belong in anyone’s shadow. Especially a champion who had by far seen his better days. In my opinion, I will always view WrestleMania VIII as a disappointment. It should have been Sid's day… Sid’s year… and Sid’s era. Instead, a voodoo man, a Warrior, and immaturity crashed and ruined his party, thus forcing him almost into obscurity.

In 1992, at WrestleMania VIII, Sid Eudy should’ve, would’ve and could’ve beat Hulk Hogan. He was bigger, stronger, faster and smarter than the then champion. Unfortunately, in his own words, he was not ready for the “big time”. A hometown boy from Arkansas, Sid was not quite prepared for the lights, cameras and action of the World Wrestling Federation. As a matter of fact, before a deserved rematch could have even be issued, Sid had already packed his bags and headed back to “Razorback Country”.

After some extensive soul searching, a more grown-up, seasoned Sid made his comeback to the World Wrestling Federation three years later in 1995. Little did he know that the hurdle that would stand in his way this time was not himself, but rather something that would be far beyond his control. His “greenery” was small potatoes when compared to the professional jealousy that Sid would have to overcome in order to get to the place he wanted to be… the top. Kids, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again–WRESTLING = SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT = BIG BUSINESS = POLITICS and with politics comes jockeying for position. Yes, there are many Willie Shoemakers at TitanSports, both outside…and INSIDE the ring. When Sid made his long awaited return, those who ruled the ring at the time may have been intimidated by him… in more ways than one. He was the new kid on the block, not to mention the new “BIGGER” kid. Fans immediately began cheering him because he was “cool,” and that became threatening to many of his peers. I was at Monday Night Raw in Macon, Georgia, on  February 20, 1995, when Sid debuted as the new bodyguard of Shawn Michaels. To say the place became an asylum would be an understatement! When Sid made his way down that aisle, the patients went beyond CRAZY! They ripped off their strait-jackets and got ready to rock! 

Folks, to certain individuals–THIS WAS NOT GOOD.

“Warning, warning, Will Robionson. An intruder is looking to steal our spotlight!” That’s right, IN MY OPINION, a certain number of Sid’s peers may have been shaking in their boots. If Eudy were, by chance, to become more popular than them, it would be devastating… devastating to their egos, of course, NOT to the business as a whole! So, in more ways than one, they saw to it that Sid was buried. And, buried he was. Left out to rot… fossilize… chum for the maggots.

For the next six months, Sid would lie low. IN MY OPINION, he had become a victim of “circumstance”. For understandable reasons, he may have become sour with the business. The politics seemed to have pushed him into the “could have been” category. He even went so far as to announce his retirement from the squared circle. If this truly was the case, then it would be nothing short of a tragedy. A wasteful loss not only to the World Wrestling Federation, but to the business as a whole. 

But wait, at the end of the tunnel you could hear the firing of a match. Yes, there was light.

The balance of power shifted among the ranks of the World Wrestling Federation, largely due to the almighty buck. Those who may have buried Sid earlier were not being buried themselves in a gushing flood of undeserving greenbacks. Remember, those who tore Sid down behind his back said it was for the “good of the company”. Well, my question is, “Where was the ‘good of the company’ when you were negotiating behind the boss’ back?!”

You  know what, scratch that. I’m not going to get up on my soapbox because that is not what this commentary is about. This commentary is about SID. And, for the reasons I am about to mention, I strongly believe that Sid’s time has arrived!!!

Along with Bret Hart, Shawn Michaels is probably the most “confident” individual I have ever known. He doesn’t worry about the “threat” of others overthrowing his Kliq because as the World Wrestling Federation Champion he realizes what he brings to the dance. He doesn’t have to tear down others to build himself up, because he already is the tallest skyscraper in the city! He has no shortcomings. Nothing to hide or protect. He has the belief in himself that no man is  going to knock him off his perch. It’s the security of himself. Shawn Michaels knows that Sid is good for the “business”. He’s a monster with a personality and people will pay money to see him! Sid will help everybody–including Shawn Michaels–in the long run.

With Shawn Michaels on top, there is no question in my mind that Sid’s time is NOW! Politics can take a beat seat and let him do the driving! The potential has only thus far been tapped… but now it will EXPLODE!!! 

Yes, Sid Eudy just may soon… “RULE THE WORLD”!

[simons-twsted-children]

Hi there! I’m Simon and my TWST OCs and writing fits in with @twistedwonderlandarcaneexchange! I tend to work with @cyanide-latte, @ramshacklerumble, @tixdixl, and @inmateofthemind, and a lot of my characters’ lore is intertwined with theirs!

My “spicy” tag is “#simon gets spicy” if you want to block it for any reason

My ask box is always open!

More info about my characters under the cut!

My OCs:

STUDENTS:

Sidney Larkspur

(they/she, but will respond to pretty much anything as long as they know you’re talking to them)

Twisted from: Elizabeth Swann (POTC, along with some aspects of Will)

RSA/NRC

Octavinelle

Human mage

Signature spell: “A Pirate’s Life For Me”

Originally an RSA student pretending to be a cis guy, searching for a treasure supposedly hidden in their vaults— the compass of Jack Sparrow. After finding and successfully stealing said compass, it leads them to join the second arcane exchange. After outing themself in the course of protecting a fellow student, Sid ends up inadvertently joining NRC’s student body on a more permanent basis (thanks to Crowley’s “infinite generosity”, and him overlooking their gender in favor of pocketing another mage on the path to Overblot). They officially join Octavinelle dorm, and work part time at the Mostro lounge. Their biggest dream is to follow in Elizabeth’s footsteps and become the Pirate King, after reading about her in an old family journal, and being told stories about her from their maternal grandmother. They manage, somehow, to become a member of Copper’s crew aboard the newly-resurfaced Black Pearl, but this is only the first step on their journey towards their dream. (Easily the most developed of my student characters)

Eventually becomes the captain of the Flying Dutchman, with Dirk Hawkins as their first mate.

Edgar Allen “Snowball” Taylor

(he/they, transmasc)

Twisted from: Mittens (Bolt)

NRC

Savannaclaw

Black cat beastman mage

Signature spell: None (so far)

Talked mad shit to his Savannaclaw dorm mates when he was accepted into NRC about how “badass” his signature spell was; doesn’t know what his signature spell is. He made a deal with Azul to give him illusion magic that has the look of a powerful spell charging up, in exchange for doing his bidding whenever called. A certain Jamil Viper found out his secret, and from there on, Snowball lost use of his free time, becoming the lackey of not one, but two of NRC’s most powerful mages. (Warning, probably won’t go into too much detail on chunks of his story as it tends into NSFW territory and I know a lot of people aren’t comfy with that)

Endgame is with Jamil Viper

Roddy Sheperd

(he/him, cis)

Twisted from: Bolt (Bolt)

NRC

Pomefiore

White dog beastman mage

Signature spell: “Superbark”

A teenage actor and idol, running in some of the same circles as Neige and Vil, who’s signature spell is powerful but hard to control. Was supposed to attend RSA to gain better control over his magic in order to continue upholding his pristine image, but a mix-up occurred, and he ended up at NRC by mistake. No one batted an eye, and he was sorted into Pomefiore without issue. His abusive manager is repeatedly stalled by Crowley in his attempts to locate and contact Roddy, who hardly knows himself outside of the roles he is constantly forced to play.

His manager’s name is Louie Kincaid, and he’s somehow even more scummy than the agent in Bolt.

Endgame at the moment is Silver, though admittedly I haven’t done as much to develop that as I’d like to and it’s pretty up in the air right now.

Klaus Hassenkamp

(he/him, cis)

Twisted from: The White Rabbit (Alice in Wonderland)

CKS

Heartslabyul (temporarily during the exchange)

White rabbit beastman mage

Signature spell: “I’m late/You’re late” (name not 100% settled)

Best friend to Fiamma Trein, bugle boy and first chair trumpet player for Corlux’ band, this bunny might look shy and unassuming, but there’s a sassy streak hiding under his initially quiet exterior. Somehow, one bunny draws the attention of not one, not two, but three separate princes.

Endgame is an OT4 with Malleus, Leona, and @inmateofthemind’s OC Kentigern

Marcel Hamelin

(he/him, transmasc)

Twisted from: Remy (Ratatouille)

RSA (scholarship)

Savannaclaw (temporarily during the exchange)

Grey rat beastman mage

Signature spell: Symphony of Flavor (no I don’t know what it does, but I’ve been stuck on this as being the spell’s name for weeks now)

His family historically works in the sanitation industry, a fact which his father and elder brother are deeply proud of. Marcel, however, has loftier dreams. He wants to eventually become the head chef of his own restaurant in Fleur City. He is extremely skilled at balancing flavors and mastering difficult cooking techniques, but his prejudice and stubbornness get in the way of his progress. Marcel tends to disregard food from cultures outside of Fleur City as “less than”, and has a lot to learn when it comes to expanding his horizons. His rivalries with Ruggie and Jamil might just finally put him on the right track— both with cooking, and with people.

Endgame is with Ruggie Bucci and @oathofoaks’ Bobbi St. Robins!

Kelly Archer

(he/they, transmasc)

Twisted from: Flynn Rider (Tangled)

NRC

Pomefiore (initially; transfers to RSA after his freshman year)

Human mage

Signature Spell: (undecided)

Kelly is one of my newest babies. He was an orphan from a young age, barely remembers his parents, but found his own family in books and old adventure movies. Definitely a giant flirt with low self esteem, probably some flavor of autistic. From the same town as @tixdixl’s Emil, and bonds with him over food and culture when he’s feeling particularly homesick.

NON-STUDENT:

Alicorice “Ali” Leroux

(She/her)

Twisted from: Vanellope von Schweetz (Wreck-It Ralph)

Sentient/Sapient/Self-aware AI as the result of a magic accident coinciding with a power fluctuation. Can cast magic as a result of the accident/her bond with her creator, but there’s something Off about it.

Signature Spell: Glitch in the Matrix (I have a vague idea of what this does, but it’s hard to explain)

Ali was originally one of the main characters in a VR blastcycle racing game that was in development called “Sweet Tracks”. Her creator had a deep love for her, and put more work into her character’s AI than was common or necessary. Before the accident that created her, Ali had a similar level of autonomy and awareness to Mira, Vil’s chat assistant. But thanks to a power fluctuation, a strong discharge of magic (possibly healing/light magic? Or maybe the use of her creator’s signature spell to try and protect Ali’s code?), and her creator’s strong love for her, Ali became as aware, feeling, and free-thinking as any human. What she wants most is a real body, like Ortho’s, and to become a real life blastcycle racer, and she and her creator will do damn near anything to see that goal accomplished. Her creator finds out about Idia and Ortho on the net, possibly from Azul selling Ortho’s old parts secondhand, and they resolve to track down the tech prodigy and secure his help, one way or another.

Dirk Hawkins

(He/him, cis)

Twisted from: Jack Sparrow, James Norrington (POTC)

Human, some weak magic, mostly parlor tricks.

Dirk’s father, Seymour Hawkins, (Cutler Beckett expy) is the head of a large shipping company that Dirk’s older brother, Irving (Ian Mercer expy) is set to inherit. Seymour Hawkins is an absolutely cutthroat businessman, hungry for money and power in equal measure, and who takes notice of tales that most modern men consider to be no more than myths and hearsay. When he hears whispers that the captain of the legendary Flying Dutchman is seeking out a successor, it’s not something such a man could ignore. He sends Dirk, his youngest son, to become that successor by any means necessary.

Dirk himself is one of my favorite OCs, if not my favorite altogether. He’s initially more insecure than he’d ever admit, his entire self-image wrapped up in his complicated and unhealthy relationship with his extremely demanding and controlling father. He and Sid first meet when they’re both investigating rumors of the Dutchman’s captain, though for very different reasons.

Over the course of this, Dirk and Sid form a complicated rivalry/friendship, relating to each others’ struggles with their parents and their desire for freedom. When Sid is chosen to be the Dutchman’s successor, they take Dirk on as their first mate.

Second Gens:

Cassiopeia “Cass” Hawkins

(AFAB, loosely transmasc, pronouns tbd)

The result of a one-night stand Dirk had long before joining the crew of the Dutchman, discovered when the Dutchman made port to resupply. Cass is about right when Dirk first meets them, and is around the same age as @cyanide-latte’s Talesin.

They’ve got a lot of grumpy in a small body.

Cass has a focus in cosmic magic and a strong association with stars.

[peachdues]

NO OK LET'S DISCUSS THIS BC CHRIS. MY GOD. I will never ever get over it. I have that "I love you jal, you're my whole world" scene BURNED into my mind. truly fuck them for killing him. also tony was hot as hell but way too mean for me to have a crush on lmfaooo (I got you sid)

“And now you’ve got snot on your face” — 😭😭😭😭😭😭

They did Chris x Jal so fucking dirty. Like I know we were supposed to be focused on Tony x Michelle or Sid x Cassie but SOMETIMES!! I DIDN’T WANT ANGST!! I wanted my goofy boy and serious girl!!

But Chris’s funeral had me cackling (and sobbing) bc oh my god. Of course he’d want his best friends to try and steal his body and then set of fireworks in his honor.

Honestly I loved how much of an asshole Tony could be, but I’m also a Nicholas Hoult girlie until I die

[leafsbabe]

I’m obsessed with Reader and Sid not so subtlety starting to date Nate, and Nate being so happy they’re spending time with him and so happy that he gets to train with Sid (I envision this happening over the summer break) that he doesn’t even notice they’re all dating until he’s at a party trying to flirt or hook up and some asks about his boyfriend and girlfriend.

Queue an existential crisis where he tries to distance himself from Sid and Reader because he’s so embarrassed that he was intruding on their relationship so much that people thought they were dating, like why didn’t they tell him to fuck off? But Reader and Sid are going crazy because why is their boyfriend ghosting them? And they just want to invite him over for dinner, woo him, and fuck him (romantically, but also they’ve been waiting all summer and driving each other crazy talking about them and Nate, and they’re going to combust if Nate isn’t in their bed soon).

ohhhh the angst potential

Sid wouldn’t even want to go confront Nate because while he’s entitled to his feelings being ghosted sucks and Sid would at least like an explanation but he also knows how much Nate idolized him and he doesn’t want to back him into a corner with that power balance but then he catches you crying one night and just can’t help himself, he’s going to get your man back

Nate would be freaking out just a little rambling about how “people think we are dating” and Sid is so confused because “did you not want people to know about us?” because he knows the nhl isn’t exactly the most accepting league but they’re at home they’re allowed to let their guard down a little

them being affectionate and open about their desired relationship so that others notice it before Nate it would fit into this but you know what would be angstier? them already keeping it on the down-low, not too much touching in public, they don’t kiss or hold hands, you’re careful of only grabbing one of Sid’s shirts and not Nate’s even though you want nothing more than to wear it and smell him the entire day, but you thought that Nate knew how much you two loved him even without the physical affection only for him to come out that it was too much for him, too relationship-y and he didn’t want anybody to know hurt, you didn’t want to shout it off the rooftops but you wanted to be able to hold his hand in public or steal a kiss

and maybe after the realization that no matter how much Sid and you tone it down you’re still too much for Nate and Sid storming off back home to you with his tail tucked between his legs Nate realizes what’s going on but ohhhh the angst