#(ahh thank you for this starter!)

[mintytealfox]

angst, angst I say!! How much worst would it be if Norton had the touch of tuberculosis?

oh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSHH 😭😭😭😭

add a bit of BLOOD to those coughs and AAAAAAAHHH 😭😭😭😭

Like TB is infectious but can only be caught if you spend a lot of time with the person infected with it. So in Norton's case if Benny had it, then Norton would too, sense it seems like Norton only really spent time with Benny and a lot of time at that, enough to catch a thing like TB. orz Gee thanks Benny....

"Treatment Early diagnosis, adequate diet, rest, and fresh air could help some people recover or at least have a remission. However, such care wasn't an option for the poor <---------- 🙃

Death rate In 1882, TB killed one out of every seven people living in the United States and Europe

Leading cause of death In 1899, TB, also known as "consumption", was the leading cause of death worldwide

in the early 1900s, even under the best conditions, 50% of people with TB died within five years"

Bro would 95% be on his way OUT orz Bro would be at the point of: find a bed, lay in it, and calling it a life DX NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*points at* vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Doc Holiday

talk about not caring anymore and just collecting as MUCH money as he can in ANY WAY that he can. Like, he is gonna die soon anyway so why not grab all the money he can get his hands on for as long as he can.

the key years that might have helped him survive it were gone and wasted in the mines anyway, so, thinking his fate is sealed, might as well live a life that gives him blue skies

a life of Gambling, Drinking, Travel, Blackmail, and all around not giving a FLYING F---CARE

I think he would survive longer than he thought, but still counting his days for sure.

So he would 100% accept that invitation to a fancy manor cause "why not, sure, it'll be fun to be in a fancy place for once and a life is all it costs for all that money, then I could just relax and drink when I don't feel like gambling"

Feeling that fatigue getting to him and needing more money so he can have more rest days orz

"Those with active TB can show any of the following symptoms:

Bad cough (lasting longer than two weeks).

Pain in your chest.

Coughing up blood or sputum (mucus).

Fatigue or weakness.

Loss of appetite.

Weight loss.

Chills.

Fever.

Night sweats."

Gosh DANG orz

Like the image of Da Capo in the same room as him and he just looks an absolute sweaty mess that is sort of drunk (and being drunk causing him to be more chatty)

-Norton knowing everyone is staring at him- "what..? ya can't catch it unless you're locked in a room with me, breathing the same air for a looong while." -leans forward with a smirk- "Heeeell, we can even share a kiss right now and you wouldn't get it~"

Bro would be drowning in the walls he has put up around himself and the characters he puts on. IT would take an excavator and years to get to the real him by this point ;;

But the thought of bonding with the Da Capo/(except Orpheus pff) group through shared trauma after escaping, and and just constantly having each other's backs. Even though its a lot of getting Norton out of trouble cause he keeps going back to gambling when drunk and causing problems in towns they go to.

And then the time would come when Norton ends up in a hospital and just "looks like this is my last stop..." and unable to follow the group in their efforts to run and stay safe from anything manor related that is following them.

OH and then after hearing they left town he just gets out of bed and drinks as much booze as he can and causes one last big scene that prompts those who have been following them to go after Norton only for him to blowup one more mine.

orz

[bxtonpxss]

@svpe encountered a wild Thor!

Oh man--Thor blinks slowly then rubs at his eyes with his paw a few times to make sure he's seeing things correctly. It was already bad enough that he woke up in the middle of an unfamiliar grassy field, but this was just unbelievable. The chu blinks again, feeling positively confused. What sort of strange world did he wake up in, cause last he recalled, humans weren’t supposed to be flying!

[ofhope]

Oh was the lightly-polluted air of Penacony enlightening. Winter-stiff muscles grew warm beneath lamplight, the smell of fried foods coalesced his senses, and last but not least: more precious faces to lovingly swindle out of hard-earned cash, trade secrets. It wasn't malice that inspired Sampo, no, not quite curiosity either; but for every step, drive. Never life-shattering, at least not directly so, and few times did Sampo charge any-which-place bearing a blade of any sort... what good were knives, spears, whenever you had secrets?

Once rumblings of mishandled paperwork met his eager ears, Sampo would be a fool not to indulge — bonus benefits? A pretty face, but Sampo wasn't one to complain... simply: many such people focus best on their work when aided by visual, or auditory appeal.

Sampo was neither, but maybe, just maybe, this could be his good deed of the week.

“Say, I hear you're hurting for paperwork! What say you - how's about I lend you a contact of mine? I can't guarantee her prices, economy ever fluctuating, the price for kidneys always in that uncomfortable, rocky middle of not worth enough to stomach the itchy stitches, but enough to pay for a month's worth of rent. I'm kidding, buuut ~ she does require some cash up-front for her services. 'Least you, or I, can do, given the... questionable legality of the situation.”

Evering a new world did have its caveats. So many forms to fill out, so many things to sign up for, so much life insurance to invest... so, if Sampo could lend a helping hand... why not?

@crimsontwins // starter!

[brutalmasks]

@facesblind asked: ❛  are you always so competitive?  ❜

there is a certain simple pleasure in playing games with others. and due to the fact that it seemed like neither of them had much else to do at the moment, but wait for their bus to come around; bunny mask had decided to suggest that her and fate play something she'd bought recently. uno — a card game that destroys friendships, allegedly, though she honestly didn't have a clue why. bunny was having a lot of fun playing it with the other after all. and this was to the point where she'd say that it was actually helping to forge at least an acquaintanceship between the two of them. however, bunny mask had to acknowledge that she might've been a bit biased, because she was currently winning.

people seemed to play it differently, she'd learned from fate, as some liked to make it a rule that they could stack quote unquote 'plus fours' on top of other plus fours and sometimes even stack plus two's on top of those. bunny mask was playing it according to the first parts rules as of now and she was having one hell of a lucky streak for whatever reason. she just had one card left, in fact, and although it wasn't a card where she could change the color to blue (the card that she had at that moment)... it was only a matter of time before bunny mask claimed her victory in her mind. she was practically brimming over with excitement as she watched fate put down another card, thinking maybe this was her chance to win. but it was sadly green.

bunny mask kept a poker face though and reached out for another card, only to lay it on top of the other's. she shot the other an endearing smile then, ❝ mm, well, this is the first time that i have played this game. but i have always had a strong desire to win in situations like these where there is a clear opponent. so, i suppose the answer to that is 'yes,' ❞ bunny nodded and gripped onto the bench they were sitting on out of anticipation as she waited for the other to make her move. it was a good idea for her to purchase this game, she thought, because tyler seemed to be quite competitive himself. which would probably result in them just enjoying themselves while playing it together even more.

bunny mask carefully watched the other put down her card and was almost tempted to let her lip frown in disappointment due to it not being blue. but bunny supposed being patient was also part of the game, her free hand reaching out to take a card from the deck, and then another whenever it wasn't the color required. she placed the color-changing card she got on top, ❝ blue. say, you are having fun yourself, yes? because i would not want to continue if i am making you feel frustrated, ❞ bunny let her blaring white eyes meet the others as she asked fate this question. even though she was really close to winning, it wouldn't feel right if bunny did it while the other wasn't having a good time. or that's how she viewed things anyway.

[anthromimicry]

@red-hemlock asked: "I don’t need your pity." (For the Dealing With Trauma starters if you're still accepting them! =D 'Cuz yay Arkham threads, and Riv just loves talking about her lye scars lol. Also HI I LOVE YOUR OC. <3)

a patient's opposition is not necessarily automatically personal. this is a stance that misao had come up with herself and yet, a flare of annoyance almost managed to rise to the surface within her in response to the other's comment. she had honestly been having a long day so far — the warden of arkham had pretty much demanded that she fit in at least three more patients than she usually would into her schedule, after all. and although she wanted to believe that all of this wasn't draining her... it truthfully kind of was. so, after misao heard river reject her sympathy for her, a shallow breath left her mouth before she could stop it as she rearranged the position of her legs. no longer were they taking part in the ' open ' body language that misao usually tried to display in front of patients. they were crossed now instead, while she silently evaluated river from where she sat.

whatever she was going to do now, misao knew that she couldn't allow herself to vent to the other in any way, since that'd be grossly unprofessional. and she wanted to be known as a good psychiatrist; because that did mean that patients would continue to be sent to her, then subsequently (sometimes) be eaten by her, which is a cycle that she needed to keep going to live as they were her primary food source now. though she still wasn't a perfect one by any stretch as her own personal biases were running through her head right now and she had to take a step back to return back to being neutral towards river. misao tapped her fingers along the chair she sat on for a moment, before she finally spoke, head tilting faintly to the right.

❝ mm. well... i sincerely regret if i have upset you, river. that was not my intention at all when i said i'm sorry you had to suffer through that. whenever you say you don't need it, is it because you think that i am viewing you in a negative light? because i assure you that that is certainly not the case, ❞ she stated this plainly and with confidence in her voice. misao truly didn't look down at people with scars, not only because she had a few of her own, but because she'd grown up in an environment where they were viewed as signs that you had survived something. thus... she believed that you shouldn't have to hide them, especially given the fact that doing so often resulted in more negative thoughts being produced by someone than before, that usually had a close correlation to depression and anxiety. but misao supposed that maybe river saw her pity towards the unfortunate circumstances that caused them to be inflicted upon her as her believing that she was somehow more superior than river herself.

she didn't know for sure, though, which is exactly why she thought to ask river more about it the next time she had the chance. ❝ i don't think that i am better than anyone here, river, if that has something to do with it? i understand how it may not seem like this but feeling pity for someone helps us to be empathetic towards others because it is an emotion. and thus, it can break us out of our current mindset, then allow us to attune to the thoughts and feelings of another person. i'm not doing it to be malicious towards you in any way. though i do have a question regarding your attitude towards it, if you'd be so king as to answer it — do you not like receiving pity just from me personally or from others altogether? you can be honest with me, as i promise you that my skin is a lot thicker than it looks. ❞

that much she was certain of, misao thought, while she wrote something down on her notepad before turning her attention back to river. ❛ riversong has expressed disapproval towards the concept of pity during my first session with her. i intend to proceed by gently steering the conversation to figuring out why. ❜ misao gave her a blink-and-you'll-miss-it smile then to try to ease the tension in the room. if river outright told her about it now, then that was good with her, but it would also be okay if they had to circle back to it. it was true that they still had quite some time left in their session.

[ssahotchnerr]

hi babe! was wondering if you could write something abt hotch + reader having their daughter’s first birthday and all of the team is there and it’s so cute and we get big brother jack.

maybe it including light bickering between them but it’s so clear they love each other so much still and it really is just pointless bickering. something fluffy for sure.

up to you! i trust your wonderful writing , thank u bunches !

- 🕷️ [is this anon emoji taken yet? oops if it is!]

take the bench

AHH that's so adorable 🥹 cw; fem!reader, jack calls reader mom, domestic banter <3 and aaron being very dad <3

"are you kidding, look how cute!" you exclaimed, holding up the little outfit for all to see. your daughter's tiny hands immediately made a grab at it. "this is perfect for spring."

"after two boys, i can't express enough how fun it is shopping for a girl." jj gushed, resting her chin comfortably on her hand. "new section of the store unlocked."

all had gathered for baby girl's very first birthday, and it's been quite the eventful afternoon. lively conversations, a plentiful spread of food, cake on the horizon.

currently your daughter was sat comfortably on your lap, while you orchestrated the whole present-opening extravaganza.

at her young age, she could pull the tissue paper out of the gift bags as instructed, you and jack helped with the actual paper ripping as needed. whether it was you tearing off a starter piece, or jack proudly fulfilling his big brother duties - simply unwrapping it entirely himself and excitably showing his sister what she had received.

and meanwhile, aaron had the most dad job: trash bag duty. it was right up his alley naturally, being sure to punctually collect the scraps of paper before they touched the ground; preventing a mess at all costs.

which ultimately, led up to a new game.

"jack," aaron grabbed his son's focus, holding the bag open and jack caught on instantly. he grinned, balling up and throwing the tissue paper in hand in aaron's direction.

it started off gentle; quiet cheers when jack made the shot, not to mention the growing smiles on both ends. but then it soon turned into them firing off at each other, a bit too aggressive in the constraints of the living room. jack's laughter heightened with each throw, and henry even began to join in from time to time.

while still enamored by the gifts, all thanks to her brother and father's volume, baby girl's attention was quickly drawn to them. she let out a high pitched squeal every time wrapping paper flew over her head and through the air, attempting to wiggle her way off your lap.

as much as you loved aaron and jack carelessly enjoying themselves, and the addictive giggles emitting from your daughter, you also didn't want to take the focus away from everyone's generous gifts. they had spent time, and money, and deserved the proper recognition in return.

"aaron." you warned lightly, raising an eyebrow when his gaze shot to yours - a silent, but loving nonetheless, quit it.

"alright bud," aaron caught the last makeshift ball from jack with his hand, shoving it into the trash. "take the bench. the ref is giving me that look."

"but dad-"

"you heard me. and your mother."

jack let out a small whine, but promptly complied. he returned to the stack of his sister's presents, shifting through and looking for the next one to give her.

"for someone on clean up duty, you sure are making quite the mess." you teased once you caught aaron's eyes again, jack placing the next gift in front of you, "a larger one, if i may add."

"mess isn't in my vocabulary." aaron quipped right back, a delightfully smug look on his face. "you shouldn't be the one talking."

you cocked your head to the side, comically, "oh?"

"who's side of the closet is currently exploding?"

"who's sock drawer has seen better days?"

"the parents are fightingggg." derek stretched out his voice, murmuring humorously under his breath and nudging penelope with an elbow. while the soft tone, his statement was for all to hear.

now, it was your turn to (lightly, as to not jostle baby girl) chuck a ball of wrapping paper at him. derek ducked, barely, laughing loudly as he straightened his posture back upright.

"good try, but not good enough mamas. you gotta work on your aim."

"see, i'm not making a mess." aaron teased as he came near to grab it off the carpet, taking a detour as well to give your lips a quick peck. "you have that title perfectly under control, darling."

you playfully rolled your eyes, a smile dancing its way onto your lips. aaron couldn't resist the sight, kissing you once more. "oh bite me, hotchner."

[arc-misadventures]

How Are You Still Single?

Consider this a sequel of sorts to, ‘The Illusion.’

///

Neptune: Hey, Jaune can I ask you something?

Jaune: Sure, what’s up?

Neptune: You’re a pretty nice catch, how come you’re still single?

Jaune: Oh there’s a number of reasons why.

Sun: And, those reasons are?

Jaune: Well for starters, I can’t tell the difference between flirting, and being nice.

Neptune: That makes sense.

Ren: Yeah, it’s hard for me to tell the difference between the two when, Nora flirts with me.

Sun: You can when tell she’s flirting with you?!

Jaune: I actually have no idea how to flirt with someone.

Neptune: If you want, I can…?!

Ren: No. No, no, no… Just stop.

Jaune: I don’t like people.

Sun: You do?

Ren: But, you get along with people really well?

Neptune: A fake it till you make it kind of situation!

Jaune: I am really, really stupid.

SNR: …

Jaune: I can’t actually afford to date; I am poor.

Sun: Yeah, girls want the moon when it comes to the amount of money their ‘man’ has to make.

Neptune: The amounts they want are so unrealistic at times.

Ren: I would need to be rich to keep up with, Nora’s pancake addiction.

Jaune: It’s really not that I don’t care, it’s the fact that I care too much, and if I get too invested, and then the other person winds up not caring at all then I get hurt, and it just goes into this downward spiral, and I just prefer not to be in that place again.

Sun: That hurts man.

Neptune: Again? W-What happened before?

Jaune: It’s because I’m ugly.

Sun: What? You’re not ugly, you’re…

Neptune: Average.

Ren: Yeah, you’re pretty average.

Sun: Guys?! I’m trying to boost his confidence you idiots!

Neptune: Whoops…

Ren: Sorry.

Jaune: I’m too busy, I don’t have the time for dating.

Ren: His job does keep him busy.

Sun: We haven’t hung out like this for over a week because of his job.

Jaune: Am I the ugliest guy in the world? No. But, compared to all my other friends, and every other dude in the room?

Jaune: I got nothing.

Ren: Sun is quite often referred to as the sexy one in the group.

Sun: Really? Well, I often hear, Neptune being called the handsome one of the group.

Neptune: Thanks man! Well, I hear people calling, Ren beautiful all the time.

Ren: Thank you. But, what about, Jaune?

SN: Uhhh…?

Jaune: Mostly it’s about finding someone who can tolerate all of me. Like the real me, and not the version I present in front of people so I can be accepted for more than five minutes.

Ren: The real you?

Sun: T-This isn’t the real you?

Neptune: I’m scared now.

Jaune: I’m not my type’s type.

Neptune: What is your type?

Sun: Definitely not, Weiss’s type.

Jaune: Dating is like fishing: It’s boring, and I hate it.

Neptune: Well who likes fishing?

Ren: Where are you going fishing then, that it’s like that?

Jaune: I hate myself more than someone can love me.

Ren: Ahh… that explains why she’s having a hard time getting through to you.

Neptune: She? Who’s she?

Sun: Pyrrha?

Jaune: I genuinely don’t think I’m dateable.

Sun: So long as you have that mindset you’re not!

Ren: Yeah! Get your head out of the gutter!

Neptune: Come on man, you’ve got this!

Jaune: I dispise, Taylor Swift.

Ren: WHAT?!

Neptune: You’re kidding me?!

Sun: Well it’s no wonder you can’t get a girlfriend, you monster!

Jaune: Yeah…

Jaune: Pretty much…

[thebest-medicine]

could you do 16 “Come on, stop it - I’m serious, that really tickles!” with lee!dipper and ler!stan or ford🩷🩷

Prompt 16 - "Come on, stop it - I'm serious, that really tickles!"

A/N: yessssssssss gravity falls!!!!!!!!

…

“We just need to take a few measurements and I get you a nice anti-magic jumpsuit made! It’ll only take a few days. Come on, hop up!” Ford explained excitedly as he gestured for Dipper to take a step up on the stool in his lab.

“Ok. Great! Thanks Grunkle Ford!” Dipper stepped up, reaching his arms straight out to his sides and waiting.

Wrists and ankles were quick and easy. Dipper startled a bit when Ford touched his leg to measure his inseam. When the tape started at his wrist and then wound up under his armpit, he jumped with a startled giggle. “S-sorry!”

“You alright kid?”

“Fine! Fine.” Dipper assured him. Ford raised an eyebrow but kept up the measuring.

Ford looped the tape around Dipper’s waist and he sucked in a breath, stomach tensing.

“Relax, it needs to be a good fit! don’t suck in!” Ford poked at Dipper’s belly.

A nervous peal of laughter spouted from Dipper’s lips as he teetered backwards, saved by the measuring tape around his middle. “ACK-!”

Ford chuckled, going back to his measuring. A few spots hedged close to being a little ticklish, but Dipper kept it together. Soon, it seemed he had been measured head to toe, and he prepared to step down.

“Oh, shoot.” Ford frowned.

“What is it?”

“I forgot to write the measurements down.. I’ll have to do them again.” Ford shook his head, keeping the little quirk up of his lip out of view of his nephew.

Dipper shrank back a bit, tensing up again as he suddenly prepared to be accidentally tickled a few more times. He held his breath as Ford measured from wrist to underarm. This time, he fumbled the end of it a few times, pressing it into the hollow under his arm, and Dipper squeaked out a laugh despite his efforts not to.

“Ahaha- Grunkle Fohohord! Come on!” Dipper protested. “Yoohohohou’ve got it! Stop it- that really tickles!” He snickered as Ford ‘finished’ his measurement there and jotted it down on the notepad next to them.

“I’m almost done, Dipper!”

“I’m seheheherious! AHH!” Dipper squealed as Ford pinched his hips while wrapping the measuring tape around them. “It tihihickles!”

“I know, kid.” Grunkle Ford winked. “Almost done, almost done!”

…

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[read this & further gravity falls drabbles on ao3]

[milaisreading]

Crossdresser!Yn AU before the BM vs Ubers match:

Barou: We need to make this match quick and as smooth as possible. I want Yn to regret he betrayed me like that.

Aryu: You are being way too aggressive. Although, I do not like the fact that he picked them over me.

Niko: Isagi and Kurona are getting way too cozy with him... I need to score at least one goal...

Isagi: So, the plan is as simple as usually. Kurona, you, Yukimiya, and I should follow the same formations like during the Manshine match.

Crossdresser!Yn: Sure, sounds like a plan to me.

Yukimiya: Whatever you say. As long as we win, I don't care.

Kurona: I am ready! I am ready!

Hiori: I wish all of you good luck. Will be cheering on you both from the bench.

Isagi: You should really play with us. At least once.

Crossdresser!Yn and Yukimiya nod along.

Kurona: Yeah. It will be fun. It's not like you don't know what to do.

Crossdresser!Yn, looks over to the Ubers' side and quickly runs over to them: I am so happy to see you here! You are a starter as well?!

Niko, blushes a little: Ahh~ he noticed me this fast?

Aryu: Don't flatter yourself. He meant me.

Barou, while rolling his eyes: He meant me-

Before they could argue, Yn runs past them and towards Sendou's side.

Crossdresser!Yn, blushing and taking his hands into hers: Want to eat after this together?! Oh! We can go over the match afterwards! It's like a date, you know?

Sendou, blushing as the cameras zoom in on them: I-I-I... No! No! No! I am into girls!

Crossdresser!Yn: Thank God I can be both for you. Please! Please! Please!

Sendou: I-- Uhmm...

Crossdresser!Yn: So is that a yes?

Sendou: Sure... *blushes some more*

Crossdresser!Yn: Thank you! You won't regret it! *pulls him into a hug*

Barou: What the...

Niko: I am right here!

Aryu: Is it the hair color? Or does Yn need glasses?

Kurona passed out on the floor while Isagi, Yukimiya, and Hiori are plotting murder.

[threecardtrick]

Why be a bird or a spider high up in the tree, when you could be a rat, safe on the ground? Thomas made a good living catering to the minor nobles, who quarreled and schemed at court just like everyone else, but whose coin purses might have been less heavy and their titles less prestigious. But for the right opportunist, it was a splendid harvest while others played their game of crowns. No one played that game harder than the Lannisters. He bowed and was friendly to them, of course, but he made no overt moves to try and become a favourite of theirs. Their pettiness was, in a word, legendary. So he can't help but feel some trepidation at the invitation he's been issued. Of course he'd come, as he wouldn't dare offend a Lannister, but he cannot help but worry and wonder at the reason for it. Had he already caused offense somehow, without knowing? Careful steps and an alternate route take him to the meeting place, so as to avoid prying eyes as much as possible. He bowed at once, a polite smile gracing his expression. "I apologize for the delay, my lord, I had to hand off some accounting documents." Thomas was a prodigy with numbers; it might be said that he could keep the kingdom running all on its own, calculating taxes and crop yields and merchant routes. He was forever overworked, though he never complained. "You did not mention much in your invitation... is there something I can do for you, my lord?" He could not help be on the defensive, defaulting to be ready to serve.

@threecardtrick // sc

A light breeze came drifting past as Tyrion finished off his third cup of Arbor Gold-or was it a Lyseni White? He didn't particularly care for the distinction at this point. There was approximately one gazebo in the entirety of the Red Keep's gardens that gave even him a decent vantage point of the city below, and luckily for younger Lannister it was secluded enough to fit his purposes for the day. Not that it mattered much with his currently expected visitor. He was sure their discussion was bound to get out one way or another, it just mattered who it got to first.

At the sound of footsteps approaching, he reluctantly dismounted from his seat and set his glass aside, plastering the same charming smile that had always managed to get him into some kind of trouble. He hoped that at the very least this trouble would be worth it.

"Ah! There you are. I was beginning to think my little invitation had gotten lost."

[ratzhatz14]

thank you for both your T sprout redesigns btw. I like the design of the normal T sprout, but I always felt he was sorta lacking on a interesting gimmick, So these are really cool to see!

Also on a similar note here, what would be your take on T Cosmo? semi hot take but I always felt like T cosmo was in the same boat as T sprout.

I mean the only other toons who don't have any sort of special gimmick are the starter toons you get at the beginning, Poppy and Boxten.

As much as I adore the starter toons, and as much as I understand it was probably either a balance reason or a "we ran out of ideas" reason, it always felt kinda odd to me personally to group him and only him in with the starters.

Even if it's like a super simple one like Shrimpo where he's super slow with a long attention span, I would have liked SOMETHING ;-;

*Descends from the heavens with a redesigned T.Cosmo while some angelic ahh music echoes in the background*

Oh goodness, the way I actually focused on this?? It surprised me

ANYGAY- I MEAN ANYWAY <3

DESIGN;

I didn't like how Cosmo looked like he got some ichor sprinkled on him and called it a day

So I decided to give him the T.Glaze treatment (aka mONCH)

I wanted to keep him close to the og design, but also not too far off.... So I let some twisteds nibble him

I also tried to add a small amount of rot to him, since... Food rots, yadda yadda yadda

[[MANDATORY "READ MORE" BUTTON AAAAAAUGH]]

Idk why I keep adding it... But eh, signature post style!1!1!1!1

[[THIS IDEA WAS NOT MINE!]]

[[The ability was originally from someone's "Main swap AU" but I forgot the name of the creator, so credits/hats off to them!!]]

His ability would be to give a toon a "Rot heart", basically, gives you food poisoning. Your distractor, IS NOW SLOW. Your extractor, NOW IS DUMB. AND YOUR HEALING NOW HARMS OTHERS.

The way to get rid of this heart, is by either losing 2 hearts, or waiting for 10 floors to have it go away on its own (Mains, y'all are fucked if you get hit by Cosmo)

When a toon has the "Rot heart", their animation would be different (like more tired/weak/limping??). So the others would know that you're on rot time, AND give the toons more soul

(unimportant detail) If there was a sprout which died, and Cosmo spawns, then he'll have Sprout's (vintage/normal) scarf, and look even more in pain :3

Idk why I like making my fav ships/characters be miserable... Is it some coping mechanism or am I just a sadist???

WHO CARES, AT LEAST I HAD FUN REDESIGN THIS LIL FELLA :D

[ofhope]

“... What were we talking about again?”

Not that his whole heart hadn't been put into listening. Once pizza's on the table, his ability to listen gets fed into his tastebuds. Why have observational skills when you can enhance the taste of a pizza? As was Galo's reasoning anyhow: technical phrasing, when not guided by literal tech, was a loss on him. Understanding each word wasn't a problem, but upon all of those words being put side-by-side?

“Sorry, I zoned out after my...” counting on greasy fingers, swiped clean with a napkin moments thereafter... “Fourth slice! Think I asked you about uh, legal processing, right? How cases work. I watched a lotta' Prosecutor Shannon back when I lived in the States, but I was like five, so all I remembered was the funny faces people'd have whenever Shannon gave them the facts.”

For once, the case of one former governor wasn't the reasoning behind his inquiry. Detectives, to his knowledge, had little to do with the actual courthouse, but... to say they weren't a part of what goes down would, Galo think, be dismissing their handiwork.

“I've always been curious, 'cuz we, being firefighters 'n all, stumble on a lot of arson cases. Non-Burnish arson cases, now. It's not my job to find the guy that did it, just to put out what they started, so I was always curious about what happened. Fires take, and they don't give, either. So, what happens when they leave something behind? Like... evidence.”

@chibitantei // starter!

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 765: Speed & battle!!

Pag 1

1: They passed the narrow and short mountainous region and entered the wider

3: straight road

4: A road with two lanes on each side, mokkosu*!!

(* “mokkosu” refers to “Higo Mokkosu”, a term that expresses the stubborn and fierce temperament of Kumamoto people)

5: Check mate

6: Gallop!!

Pag 2

1: Ah!!

2: Teh!!

3: Cyclists are coming up from both sides

The tension has suddenly gone up, teh!!

4: Hahaha look, newbie!!

Kaburagi-san!!

Pag 3

1: Since we entered the wider road, even the referee ahead of us has raised their speed

Ah!!

3: It's starting!!

7: The hot-blooded sprinters'-

8: Ah-

9: The referee's plate ha switched from red....

10: To green!!

Pag 4

1: banquet of speed!!

2: The Inter High is starting!!

Pag 5

1: This is the real start!!

Pag 6

1: Mokkosu!!

Mokkosu!!

Mokkosu!!

2: Higo mokkosu!!

Higo's Super Express, Kumamoto Daichi!!

3: Gallop!!

The gallop is a racehorse's fastest way of running!!

Pag 7

1: I'm known as “Nagoya's Thoroughbred*”

The man with legs as beautiful as those of an horse, Shuho** Komaho!!

(*NdT.: the kanji mean “racehorse” but the reading says thoroughbred

** the name means gallop)

2: Up until now, us Hiroshima Kureminami have been made fun of for being slow starter

But, sorry

3: In being hot-blooded we can't lose!!

Let's go, offense is the greatest defense!!

Yes, Higashimura-san!!

Yeah!!

Pag 8

1: It's a fast attack!!

Pedal at full throttle!!

They're all jumping ahead one by one

They're accelerating!!

Pag 9

1: So fast!

2: They're so close!

3: Their top speed is more than 50km/h

50km/h!? What are they, a car...!? You can reach such a speed with a bicycle!?

4: They're moving with the wind!! They're swinging their whole body to accelerate!!

It's a desperate max speed battle!!

Pag 10

1: Waaaaaa I wanna jump ahead...!!

2: Even though I'm not a sprinter!! Even though I'm supposed to be an all-rounder, I see them accelerate and I'm itching to chase them...!!

Huh!?

3: Why do you think that is? Newbie

Huh!? Well... that's...

You're asking me!? Teh!?

4: Isn't that because Kaburagi-san is basically sprinter, though!?

Kabu- ba- sp- th

5: Kabu, eh? Yes I understand

What do you even understand!?

Pag 11

1: He's just growing freely

Honestly, he's totally a sprinter, but until he realizes it himself we just let him be

He doesn't know it himself, teh!?

Ohh!?

You’re trying to say “because Kaburagi-san jumps forward with a bang”, right?

Ah, but then there’s still that “th” part left over

2: It's like pasturage!!

Ohh!!

3: Grazing and wandering around as he pleases

4: You’re saying “that’s a waste”, right?

Ah, but– dammit–

5: But once he shows his fighting spirit

7: Somehow....

My body's cells are telling me to “go”....

Pag 12

1: He'll never stop!!

2: Imaizumi-san, is it okay if I go, after all?

3: Can't be helped, but don't just go

4: Kaburagi-san's pressure is rising more and more!!

Waa

Waa

Pag 13

1: Make sure to get the colored bib!!

Got it!!

Pag 14

1: Hooooooo

2: The pressure is overwhelming!!

3: Kaburagi-san is

4: going to pedal at full throttle!!

Ogh!!

Pag 15

1: He jumped ahead!!

2: He's so fast, teh!!

Sohoku's second year, Kaburagi, jumped ahead

He's the one who jumped ahead last year too! Dammit, stop him

4: He raised his hand!?

5: Is it some kind if signal!?

Pag 16

1: Come, Danchiku!!

2: Da....

3: But wasn't Danchiku-san still in the back.....

Pag 17

1: Yes!! Issa!!

Pag 18

3: Danchiku-san accelerated and caught up in an instant!!

4: Hahaha the sprinters are already gone

Let's chase them and snatch the sprint line ahead of us!!

Pag 19

1: It's finally here!! The day we can go wild here at the Inter High!!

Yeah!!

2: They're perfectly synchronized....

3: That's Team SS!!

Pag 20

2: “Orange” and “Chicken” jumped ahead

Buah, seriously?

3: Oi, Manami.... I can't stop this itch!! Can I shoot them down a little?

Ahh.... didn't you say you were going to yield up the “first sprint”?

(Biggest of thanks to @monkeyingaround for helping me out with this chapter <33)

[bluejeanbaby]

"Ms. Driessen hi," Auggie gasped quietly as he felt her press in closer to him. He pulled away from the microscope just enough to meet her eyes. A bright smile spread across his lips. He had enjoyed their visits, but even now he still found himself nervous in her presence. Being too eager to please turned him into a bumbling idiot. "Vera, you look beautiful, how are you?" he asked softly, gently brushing his hand along her arm.

Usually he was full of charm. He was a flirt above all else, but Vera caused that all to falter. "It's been a while. Is there a reason you would finally be able to give us a little visit?" he continued playing along.

@bluejeanbaby

Vera had always been the kind of woman who liked her to keep a hand in many different pots as the saying goes and among her many investments included shares of a prominent biotech company with an extensive private lab where she held a position as a silent chairwoman for her contributions. However, these days she may have been a little less silent. The periodic visits she made to ensure how things were running became a bit more frequent since one of the chemists had fallen in to her fancy. Something about August had been so endearing that she couldn't continue to resist from entertaining the sweet younger man.

Recently her schedule had been much busier so her visit this time was entirely unexpected as she walked through the halls with purpose while giving a cursory glance to some outlining documents on what the latest results held, but she wasn't really here for that. She was here for him. A light smile crossed her lips when she popped in to the lab and saw him looking through a microscope at some slides. Sidling up behind him she pressed in close with a whispered "hello darling." against his ear.

[giggly-squiggily]

HELLOOO I SAW THE CANDY HEARTS EVENT AND GOD I LOVED IT!!! So what about soukoku with "Oh, Is someone ticklish?" sentence starter with ler chuuya and lee dazai or lee chuuya and ler dazai it doesn't matter actually.. thank you already! <3

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

AHH! *happy crying* You're too sweet anon! Thank you for the kind words! :D God I love this so much jkajkrjkarjkeakjrjke some Soukoku for the event never fails to get me happy! I've gotcha covered, anon!

@intheticklecloset Soukoku! >:D

Sweetheart: "Oh? Is someone ticklish?"

“Tch-knock it off!”

“Oh? Is someone ticklish?”

“What do you think? Grr-ehhhe, Dazai!” Chuuya squirmed in Dazai’s arms, pushing at the arms wrapped tightly around his waist. No such luck- the brunette was adamant on hanging on to him. As were the lips pressing tickly kisses into the back of his neck. “Lehehet me go!”

“Never! I wanna hold onto you forever, chibi!” Dazai nuzzled the back of his neck, biting gently just to hear Chuuya yelp. “I could listen to you giggle all day long~”

“Oohoho, thahahhat does it! Yoohohou’re ahahasking for it nohohohow!” The redhead growled as he reached out, fingers connecting with Dazai’s leg. Quickly, he squeezed, making his boyfriend jump and loosen his arms. “Gohohotcha!”

“Whoa- chibi hang oohohohoohn!” Dazai spasmed as Chuuya twisted in his lap, digging his fingers into his armpits. “Ahehahahah, nohohoohoho! Wahahhait, whahhahait hhahahang ohohoohon!”

“Oh? Is someone ticklish?” The redhead mocked his earlier tease, making faces at the brunette as Dazai wheezed and snickered. “Not so bold when you’re the one getting tickled, are you?”

“Ahhahahhhaha! Chiihihihihbihihiihi pleahhahahahse-Ehehheheh nhoohohooho!” Dazai tried to sink away, but Chuuya was like a fly paper to him- sticking close and worming his fingers into all the bad spots along his torso. “Nohohohot thhehhehhere!”

“Aww, are your ribs too ticklish? Fine, I wasn’t feeling like barbeque anyway.” Chuuya pulled his hands away, giving Dazai a small window of breathing. “Though I hear in some places, people like to eat necks! Weird right?”

“Eheh..whahat are you-” Dazai froze, eyes widening as realization hit him. “Oh nhooohoh, dohohoon’t you dahhahare- CHIHIHIIHIHBIHIHIHIIHIHIHI!” Dazai all but howled when Chuuya attacked his neck, pressing tickly kisses and bites into it and leaving the taller man a hysterical pile of goo beneath him. “WHAHAHAHIT NOOHOHOOHT THEHEHEHHERE!”

“Hm. An acquired taste. Maybe I’ll grow to like it the more I eat it.” Chuuya mused, snickering when Dazai let out a high pitched squeal. “Time for a second helping!”

[omostuff490]

Another fic:

John Castle was a busy man and today was no exception. He had been doing paper work all morning and hadn't gotten a chance to pee out all the coffee he had drank. John was finally finished and was about to head for the bathroom when his phone rang. It was his doctor, he couldn't miss it. John groaned and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" John answered.

"Hi, Mr Castle?" The doctor asked.

"Hi Dr. Carter, it's me." John shifted in place, crossing his legs.

"Hi, I'm calling about the results of the tests you took last time we met." The doctor explained.

"Oh? Nothing bad I hope?" John answered nervously, fidgeting with his hair and clothes.

"Well, for starters, it's been confirmed that you have a weaker bladder than most, no surprise there. You said you suffer from leaks quite often?" The doctor asked. John held himself.

"Y-yes..."

"Ok... Do you have a tendency to hold in your pee every now and again?" The doctor asked.

"I- y-yeah... quite often..." John admitted.

"I see... You shouldn't do it too often, it could further weaken your bladder."

"Mhm." John hummed as he bit his lip.

"Anyway, I suggest wearing Depends adult diapers every now and again whenever you feel you'll be away from a toilet for too long." John was having trouble focusing on what she was saying as he crouched down and held himself, trying his best to not let his little dribbles turn into a leak. "They're very discreet and have the capacity to hold a lot of urine." The doctor went on. The mentions were making his bladder ache further and forced a few more little dribbles out. John bit his lip and moaned. "John? Are you ok?" The doctor asked. John flushed.

"Y-yes... I-I'm fine... th-thank you..." John let out as his dribbles turned into little squirts.

"Alright... anyway, do you have any questions?" The doctor asked.

"Uh-um... Y-yes, uh, c-could you recommend a few b-brands of... y-you know... s-so I could-" John suddenly gasped as his bladder forced a geyser out. "A-ahh!..." John whimpered.

"John? Is everything ok?" The doctor asked.

"Uh-um... uh... y-yes I just... c-can I please call you back?" John practically begged.

"Of course! I'll call you back at 2, ok?"

"Ok thank you bye!" John hurriedly hung up. "F-fuuuuuck..." John moaned as he gave up on fighting his bladder. John sighed in relief as he wet his pants. A tent began to form in his soggy briefs and pants. John moaned in embarrassment at the sight.