#Hope you enjoy this one Seán!

[feasibilities]

Sight and Smell - Tom x Married!Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: Tom has feelings for you and won't let anyone stop him from telling you how he feels. Warnings: Drug Use, Infidelity, Allusions to Cuckolding, Sex as Punishment, Choking, Pining, etc. Author's Note: Readers need love too! I did some research on luxury hotels in Dublin as well (because I want a late-night rendezvous with Cillian in one of them). Also, thank you @mothhball for tagging me in the prompt that spawned this insane story. I hope you enjoy it!

The sight of your beautiful smile and the smell of your redolent perfume were mainstays of Tom’s psyche. He knew your husband, Seán, since they were kids. You came along during secondary school. He knew it was wrong to lust for any woman who wasn’t Marianne, but you were different. For the first time, he felt a deep-seated jealousy toward his friend. Knocking on the front door, Tom was finally prepared to tell you how he really felt. This party would go down in history. 

“Hey, Tom. Seán will be here soon. Won’t you come in?” You smiled sweetly. You noticed that he looked disheveled and restless. 

“Of course.” Tom replied. While you led him to the kitchen, he admired how your black dress hugged your figure. He hated that Seán got to see the treasures that lie underneath. 

“Where’s Marianne?” You inquired, going back to cleaning the champagne flutes. 

“U-um, she wasn’t feeling well so she stayed back.” Tom faltered, taking quick peeks at your cleavage. 

“Ah. Well, I hope she feels better soon. How have you been?” You asked.

“Fine.” Tom answered plainly

Walking toward him, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead. 

“Are you feeling okay, hun?” You asked innocently. 

Taking your hand away, Tom hurried to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You heard him lock it shut shortly after. You stood there stunned before continuing to prepare for the party. 

After separating the thin white powder into lines, he gummed what was left over on his fingers. Snorting each line was like a hard reset for his body. His heart felt like it was clawing its way out of his chest. Collapsing near the bathroom sink, he trembled and cursed himself. He sat himself up in a corner and breathed deeply. The palpitations of his heart subsided. 

Hearing offbeat jazz come from the living area, Tom jumped up and gathered himself. He had to get this out of his system before guests arrived. It was now or never. 

“I need to talk to you.” Tom blurted out, watching you arrange hors d'oeuvres on multiple platters. 

“Fucking hell, Tom. You scared me half to death.” You jumped. 

“Listen, it’s very important-“ Tom started.

“Can it wait until after the party, hun?” You corrected.

“It can’t.” Tom said, growing irritated by the second. 

“Fine. What is it?” You said, exasperated. 

“I have loved you since I met you all those years ago. I think about you all the time. I hate that Seán got to you first.” Tom confessed, staring into your eyes. 

You stayed silent and stared back at him. You felt a mix of panic and curiosity. Seán would kill Tom with his bare hands if he heard this conversation. Tom’s advances made sense—especially since you felt the same way. You loved your husband with all of your heart, but you can’t say you never thought about leaving. He was away for work way too much. When he was here, he wasn’t present emotionally. Intimacy was poorer than it had ever been. You yearned for something different—rather, something electrifying. Tom was the closest you could get.

“We can’t do it here, Tom. I can meet you in a hotel after the party. Now, take these platters into the dining room. Be careful to not let anything fall.” You ordered. 

Tom’s eyes widened at your proposal. You’ve never seen him move so fast in the time that you knew him. Guests, including Seán, began to arrive. He kissed you deeply and gave you an embarrassingly hard smack on your ass. It felt like he was putting on the show of a happy couple in front of everyone. Tom was left to brood angrily as you gave him sympathetic glances throughout the party. Shortly after everyone’s departure, you got a text from Tom about your impending rendezvous.

Room 427 at The Westbury. Hope you’re still up for the challenge. 

“Challenge?” You murmured as you applied your makeup at your vanity.

“Where are you headed, love?” Seàn slurred, toying with your hair. He was too drunk to notice you flipping your phone over. 

“Out with friends. I’ll be back late.” You replied. 

“You know, I want to spend more time with you. I miss you.” He said, kissing your shoulder and starting to untie your house robe. This was another empty promise. You politely moved his hands and went back to finishing your makeup. 

“We can spend time together when I get back, Seán. I need some time to myself, ’s all.” You said. Finally getting the message, he stumbled to the bed and fell asleep.

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“Fuck, right there…” You moaned as Tom thrusted into you at steady pace. You raked your nails down his back—marking your territory for the time being. He stared down at you with the same admiration earlier. He loved the way your breasts moved with each thrust. He loved the resplendent noises you made when he bottomed out. You clenched around him as your legs began to shake.  Your eyes fluttered shut before you felt his hand grab your throat. He squeezed enough to limit your blood flow. You were lightheaded, but still conscious.

“Open your fucking eyes. This is what you wanted, right?” Tom hissed, speeding up his movements. This time was much more brutal.

“Yes.” You whimpered, feeling like you were about to break in half. 

Tom kissed you harshly and watched as you fell apart. Unintelligible praises came from you as he pounded you into the plush mattress. Your walls spasmed frenetically as you came. He wanted to make sure that you thought of him every time you fucked Seán. To his own perverse wish, this was payback for not choosing the better man.  Flipping you on your stomach, Tom yanked your hips backward and started taking you from behind. He put a pillow underneath you to soften the blows, but to no avail. He was reaching depths that your husband dreamed of. You weeped quietly and 

“Would be fucking sick if Seán came in and saw me nailing his wife, eh?” Tom teased, panting in your ear. A cruel part of you got off on the thought of him listening in on you two. Maybe he would give you the attention you deserve. A faint “Mhmm” emitted from you in response. 

“Cum inside me.” You cooed, looking back at him with heavy eyes. You bit your lip and clenched around him once more. His thrusts staggered as he came with a loud groan. You sung his praises as he came down from his high. Pulling out, he saw his seed beginning to spill out of you. He caught some with his fingers and pushed it back inside.  He pumped himself mindlessly before laying next to you. His stark blue eyes studied your features. He traced his fingertips along your back. You looked back at him lovingly before drifting off to sleep. 

Grabbing your lace underwear from the floor, Tom huffed them desperately. Similar to cocaine, he felt a sense of euphoria. He took in the sweet, earthy scent as he grew hard again. He didn't want to disturb you, so he walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He finally got what he wanted. 

[kvothes]

feeling very jumpscared doing my luncthime tumblr reading that you're setting foot in scotland, but i hope you enjoy your trip!!! (if you go by edinburgh you should go by lighthouse books!!!) i recently went to Berlin, and bought a book called All down darkness wide by one Seán Hewitt, which i'm very much enjoying so far!! a lot of stuff about like feeling part of a history or kind of genealogy of queer people and artists as a queer person

i knew all the scottish tumblr people that live in my phone would get a kick out of this yes i am coming to scotland !!! and this book sounds so good okay i will keep an eye out 👁️

[trashyswitch]

Day 6: Chase

Sean and Ethan just finish wrapping up Brain Leak Episode 11, and are ready to play around like the childish people they are. A lot of silliness ensues.

I was up at 1am last night, when I realized I forgot to upload the latest tickletober fanfic. But...I decided to upload it today to make up the difference, and upload today's fanfic as well. So...2 fanfics in 1 day? On accident? Sure. We'll call it that.

I decided to experiment with Sean and Ethan's podcast 'Brain Leak', and had written this back when the tickle scene for Brain Leak episode #11 was being talked about in the community. And honestly...I felt excited to write about these two! I watched a lot of Brain Leak videos to get their friendship interactions correct, so I hope this is accurate. I hope you enjoy!

Here's the link to Brain Leak if you're interested.

Seán got up and turned off the cameras, while Ethan stayed on the couch. “Alright. That’s a wrap for Brain Leak.” Ethan declared into the microphone. 

Seán laughed a bit. “Mic’s off, you know.” He reminded him. 

“Yeah, I know. But it’s funnn!” Ethan reacted dramatically. “You can spin it around, you can swing it back and forth…” Ethan started swinging the mic back and forth, while watching it swing with just his eyes. 

“You are getting sleeeepyyy…” Seán joked. 

To go along with the joke, Ethan leaned himself over and went limp before snoring dramatically. 

This made Seán laugh at him. “Woooow. Sooo sleeeepyyy.” Seán walked around the right side of the couch to the back. He leaned his arms on the back of the couch and started to whisper something to him. “When I snap my fingers, you will say ‘Buddy’ in your silly voice.” Seán said, giggling near the end, which only broke his facade as the hypnotizer. 

Sean’s giggles only made Ethan start smiling and giggling as well. 

“Hey, I didn’t snap my fingers yet.” Seán warned with a bright smile, poking his side. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.” Seán told him. 

Ethan jumped and giggled. “Sohorry, sorry.” He cleared his throat and pretended to be sleeping again. “Okay.” Ethan said quietly. 

Seán snapped his fingers, and waited for Ethan to do his thing. Right away, Ethan lifted his head back up, put on the stupid little signature face, and smiled all childishly. “Buddyyy!” Ethan declared. 

Seán doubled over and bursted out laughing, absolutely loving the Unus Annus reference. “Buddyy!” Seán imitated almost perfectly. 

“Buddyyy!” Ethan declared in his baby voice. 

“Buddyyyy!” Seán imitated, laughing. “God, I think we drank too much giggle juice before this.” Seán admitted. 

“What’s giggle juice again?” Ethan asked. 

“I dunno.” Seán replied. “Probably water.”  

“Ah.” Ethan replied with a laugh. 

Seán hopped back onto the couch. “Okay.” He thought for a moment. “Just to clarify, is it actually true that you can’t do massages?” Seán asked. 

“Yeah. My neck and shoulders are toooo tickly.” Ethan admitted. 

“Meanwhile I can’t even handle being touched.” Seán joked, touching his own right side. 

“Really?” Ethan asked in his ‘eef’ voice. “You can’t handle a little touchy-touchy?” Ethan asked, bringing his wiggling finger closer to Seán’s face.

Seán pushed his hand away. “Don’t even think about it.” He warned. 

“Aww come on, buddyyy.” Ethan said, referencing the Unus Annus quote again. “Not even a poke? Not even a little boop?” Ethan asked before bringing his other hand to his side. 

Seán pushed his other hand away this time. “You touch me, I punch you.” He warned. 

Ethan laughed. “Wohohow.” 

“That’s what’s gonna end up happenin’. You poke me one too many times, and I end up sucker punching you all the way to space.” Seán warned. 

“It’s just a poke.” Ethan told him. “Come on.” Ethan adjusted himself and put up his hands in fists. Only, both his index fingers were up. “Put ‘em up! Fight me!” Ethan teased. 

Seán raised his eyebrows. “Oho, you’re on.” He put up his fists with the index fingers up as well, and put on his game face for the poke war that was about to ensue. 

Seán ended up throwing the first poke. He poked Ethan in the left side, making Ethan double over slightly. “AH- Hey!” Ethan poked Seán’s right side with his left finger, before following it up with a right finger against the left side. 

“Ah fAHCk! You fuckin-” Seán threw his fingers towards Ethan’s sides and unloaded several pokes against him rapidfire. 

On the last poke, Ethan felt more than one finger touch down, which only made him laugh more. “HAHAhaha! Yohou cheater!” Ethan reacted, poking Seán’s right and left side with his index fingers super quickly. But Ethan’s hands would slip out of the fists, and he would end up throwing a few more fingers in. 

Seán fell back onto his butt and laughed, wiggling himself around and attempting to grab at Ethan’s hands. “ETHAHAHAN!” Quickly, Seán tried to take the upper hand. “YOHOHOU BASTArdly little-” Seán pulled Ethan’s arm out from his belly and pulled the childish blondie across his lap. “Gotcha now.” Seán proceeded to cover Ethan’s sides with tickles and squeezes. 

Ethan wheezed and closed his eyes, laughing almost hysterically as he kicked his feet like a little ballerina. While he wiggled around, Ethan managed to turn himself onto his left side with his back facing Seán, which somewhat got him out of an uncomfortable position. Ethan grabbed at Seán’s hands, attempting to pull them away and escape. “HAHAHA! KKKHAHAHAHAHA!” Ethan threw Seán’s hands away from his sides and just barely managed to escape on his feet. “HA! I got out!” Ethan cheered, throwing his hands away. 

Seán got up onto his feet. “Not for long.” He warned. 

Ethan looked at Seán, and quickly saw the mischievous twinkle that filled his eye. Realizing he might be fucked, Ethan sprinted away from him. “YOU CAN’T CATCH MEEEE!” Ethan shouted. 

Seán ran after him. “IS THAT A CHALLENGE?!” Seán yelled back. 

“I DON’T KNOW!” Ethan replied. 

Ethan ran through doors, thankfully having a better understanding of where he was going. Seán had started out following him, but seeing where Ethan was going, Seán quickly noticed a secret little passage he could take and turned to take the detour. 

Ethan turned around and smiled brightly. He had lost Seán! Time to get to the backyard and do some mad stunts! He opened the door to the backyard and ran out, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Ethan ran and slid across the green grass, completely covering his light brown pants in grass stains. 

Ethan made it to the bottom of the hill, and hid behind a tree. He was breathing heavily by this point, which he likely knew may be giving away his position. But he didn’t care. He felt he was hidden enough. He looked around at the yard, and sighed. He was safe now. He can rest. 

By this point, Seán had slowed himself down and was shaking his inhaler. He took a moment to breathe in the medication, and held his breath to let it kick in. He didn’t want to experience an asthma attack while he was simply running around with Ethan. that’d be a sorry reason to end up in the American hospital. When Seán felt physically ready again, he let his breath out and put his inhaler back in his pocket as he resumed walking at a faster pace to find Ethan. 

“Ethan?” Seán called, looking around. “Eeethan?” he called again, turning to look at the other side of the yard. “Eef?” Seán called teasily. 

Then, he heard it. A little Ethan giggle. A contagious Ethan gaggle. There was his clue! Now how to make Ethan giggle all over again… 

Seán thought for a moment, and smiled a bit as he remembered Unus Annus moments again. He remembered Ethan’s failure to say ‘skillet’. And then he remembered the infamous song…

“The dance of Italy!”  Seán sang loudly. 

Ethan gasped and smiled brightly. An Unus Annus song! “WOH-WOH-WOH!”  He loves that one! 

WAIT- DAMMIT! HE TRICKED HIM! HE ACTUALLY TRICKED HIM!

Seán widened his eyes. There’s no fucking way…That WORKED?! Seán sighed and rolled his eyes with a smile as he kept going. “The dance of Italy!” Seán repeated. 

Ethan sighed. “WOH-WOH-WOH!” Ethan replied, giving up and not even caring about being found anymore. 

Seán smirked and noticed a tiny finger hiding behind the tree. He showed off his teeth in his smile and walked closer. “It’s the dance of Italy~!” Seán said. 

“Woh-Woh-Woh??” Ethan said, turning to listen for where his friend was located. 

Seán ran to the tree. “GOTCHA BITCH!” He shouted as he charged at Ethan. “AAAAAAAH!” Ethan yelped as he was successfully tackled to the ground by Seán. 

The moment he managed to keep Ethan under control, Seán started poking the absolute heck out of the man. “Poke war finale!” Seán proclaimed. 

“AAHAHAha! HahaHAHA! OHO! OHOHO GOHAHAD! GAHA- HahAHA!” Ethan cackled, his voice going up and down, and all over the place. 

“A little poke here…” Seán poked his belly button a few times. “A little poke there…” Seán poked at his ribs next. “Ound a leetle poke zhere!” Seán declared in his ‘Henrik’ voice as he poked his right side a few times. 

Ethan tried and failed to push Seán’s hands away. “HAHAHA! Naha- PLEHEASE! Ahaha- Ihi’m SORRYYY!” Ethan reacted. 

“Sorry doesn’t fix how much I can tickle you now that we’re in-person.” Seán reminded him. 

It was here that Ethan started to try and get him back. His pushing hands moved to poking Seán back, specifically going for his right side. “Poke de nerve.” Ethan kept repeating. 

Seán jumped and chuckled, curling in on himself. “Yohou motherfucker.” Seán muttered, resuming his poking. 

Then, Ethan grabbed both his hands and used them to push his friend down. “Poke fight over. ONLY TICKLES!” Ethan covered Seán’s right and left side with endless tickles. 

This made Seán wiggle around and curl up into a ball, laughing involuntarily. “HAHAHA! YOHOHOU BAHASTARD!” He yelled. 

Ethan smiled eagerly. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle-” He kept repeating the word over and over again. 

“SHUHUT THE FUCK UHUHUP!” Seán yelled back at him. 

“Tickle tickle- Hm? Why? Too ticklish for your own good?” Ethan asked in his Eef voice. 

“WHAHAT DO YOU THIHIHINK, AHAHASSHOLE?!” Seán shot back, kicking his feet while still in the fetal position. 

“Would raspberries be too much for you-” Ethan started to genuinely ask. “DON’TYOUFUCKINGDAHAHARE!” Seán warned, pushing Ethan’s head away from him. 

“Ahalright, alright! Fine!” Ethan stopped his fingers and moved away from him. “Too much?” He asked. 

Seán let out a breath and slowly unraveled himself onto the grass. He grunted and sighed. “A little, yeah. But I’ll be fine.” Seán replied. 

Ethan smiled, laid down a couple feet beside him. They hung out outside for a little while longer, chatting about a few different things. They chatted about the next couple days of filming, and chatted about the different topics they may chat about on the podcast. 

Eventually, the boys went back inside and continued their conversations within the walls of Ethan’s home. 

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

Most breakups are announced on Monday.

A group of pandas is known as an embarrassment.

It is healthier to sleep in the nude than with clothes on.

19% of Americans think they're in the top 1% of earners.

60% of the alcohol in America is drunk by 10% of the people.

A mouth and a vagina are made of the same type of skin cells.

Dostoevsky wrote ‘The Gambler’ to pay off his gambling debts.

It takes an average of 17 months and 26 days to get over an ex.

People are more likely to lie in the afternoon than in the morning.

Music is one of the few activities in life that utilizes the entire brain.

Bob Marley was buried with his Les Paul guitar, a bible and some weed.

A recent scientific study concluded that there are too many scientific studies.

Cannabis can double a woman's chance of having a mind-blowing orgasm.

Oysters, avocado, chocolate, and bananas are all known to increase sex drive.

On average, a man's sex drive peaks at the age of 18, for women it's in their 30s.

The chocolatey filling between the wafers in a KitKat is made out of recycled KitKats.

The original London Bridge is now in Arizona. It was dismantled and relocated in 1968.

According to a study, a woman is more responsive to romance when her stomach is full.

If a man pees on a pregnancy test and it comes up positive, he may have testicular cancer.

Sex is the safest tranquilizer in the world, it is ten times more effective than Valium.

Replacement eyelids can be made from foreskins. (Which means you could be winking at me with me!)

Homosexual behaviour has been found in over 1,500 species. Homophobia is found in only one.

When women run, their breasts bounce in a figure-8 pattern, moving side-to-side as well as up and down.

Oxford University's Future Of Humanity Institute puts the chances of humans becoming extinct by 2100 at 19%.

The most popular song played at funerals in the UK is Monty Python's 'Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life'.

Animators on DreamWorks’ film ‘Prince Of Egypt’ that performed poorly were sent to work on ‘Shrek’ as punishment.

A study of sexual libidos found women who slept for an extra hour were 14% more likely to want to have sex the next day.

September 26th is the most common day for babies to be born because so many people conceive over the Christmas holiday.

In 2012, a missing woman on vacation in Iceland was found when it was discovered that she was in the search party looking for herself.

Sleeping next to someone you love not only reduces depression, but it also helps you to live longer and makes you fall asleep faster.

Blackcurrant was banned in the US for much of the 20th Century. One researcher estimates only 0.1% of Americans have ever eaten one.

A study found that before finding the man of her dreams, the average woman will experience four disaster dates and two heartbreaks.

Natalie Portman is not only an Oscar-winning actress but also a polyglot, able to speak English, Hebrew, French, German, Japanese and Spanish.

Some Thai prostitutes apply sedatives to their nipples, knocking out unsuspecting men who suck them and can then be robbed whilst they're asleep.

In order to lose 63 pounds for his role in ‘The Machinist’, Christian Bale's daily diet consisted of one can of tuna and/or one apple per day, black coffee and water.

The ancient Greek philosopher Diogenes would masturbate in public. He defended his action by saying, ‘If only it were as easy to banish hunger by rubbing my belly’.

Hydrogen sulfide, the gas responsible for the bad smell in farts, can potentially prevent serious health conditions like heart attacks, strokes, cancer and dementia.

The Seán O'Casey bridge in Dublin was designed to swing open to allow ships to pass through. It stayed closed for four years after the operator lost the remote control.

A recent study about the aesthetic preferences of men and women, with regards to the scrotum, has found that it was barely possible to identify a “beautiful” scrotum; we must instead speak of “the least ugly”.

Judy Sheindlin, the host of 'Judge Judy,' earned an astounding $47 million per year. She had a unique way of negotiating her salary with the CBS TV Distribution President. Every three years, she presented her pay request.

Genghis Khan killed so many people that the earth began to cool. 40 million people were wiped off the planet, vast areas of farmland were reclaimed by the forests and carbon levels dropped significantly.

Frank Sinatra was an avid supporter of civil rights. He was a generous financial supporter of Martin Luther King Jr. and was recruited by him to join the civil rights marches in the south. He would go on to receive a lifetime award from the NAACP.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

[mifhortunach]

in review - once again! - 2022

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i did... Very Little drawing this year ! - which i’m really not happy about, and i’m not sure how that happened tbh. that said, if nothing else, instead of drawing i got ‘a lot’ of printing done!

it was a good year for like. my Actual Practice - i spent a lot of time in the studio, got a piece (that i still like!) into an actual public show, as well as for the first time sold some work!! I also got to finally mess around with a riso machine, as well as someone offered to show me more litho stuff, so im hoping to pursue that much more in the year :) - as well as finally do a bunch of projects i’ve been putting off for ages & dear god, fckn draw more

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watched a lot of movies though!!!

ltrbxd says i saw like. 115 or smth, but that’s an estimate bc i went to a couple of shorts showings (as well as fell asleep at a couple :’/ ). it’s been cool!! have finally seen a bunch of genre classics, and had like, a seeing thru the matrix moment~ where i could tell a whole bunch of influences that had affected smth i was watching ! id quite like to try to strike a similar balance this year as well; catching up on like. ‘genre staples’ but paired w the weirdest most niche shit i can find - fingers-crossed! (thinking about putting together a little round-up post of some of the ones i saw this year that really stuck around for me, but idk)

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Pods!!

usually i think - and by usually i mean like, last year - i’ve got more to say on this front, but a lot of the pods i really enjoyed this year were hold-overs from 2022-

AMCA: i’m someone who while they don’t care about starwars, DOES really like podcasts about it, which is weird & difficult to explain, but this is still so good!! 5 star podcast, 5 star runtime! everyDAY do i wish they could do a special about dune...

The RETURN of toxic podcast!: as before, a podcast only for me really, and the only podcaster that i do have smth approaching a parasocial relationship with - its just been nice to hear from Ale again!! The branch into ltrboxd reviews as been a fun venture too, imo.

FATT/SANGFIELLE: though difficult to believe, that DID happen this year!! Sangfielle is still so so good, and it got me back into both listening to bluff as well as trying so hard to catch up on ptzn, its just really fckn good what else is there to even say! (Met a lot of v cool people through this as well, which has been so cool :) )

Assorted Seán L@TDF podcasts: while he has dropped completely off the face of the internet - though hopefully not the earth - the man DOES still have years of weird (mostly movie) focused podcasting to go back in on, which i do find consistently compelling!! turns out when u practice putting thought into words and then presenting for long enough you do indeed build a skill. His found footage series (Hundreds of Pixelated Dead Bodies) series is great, and introduced me to a lot of stuff, ditto his other series (hundreds of dead bodies). I’m hoping to get through the big, thoughtful series (ALL UNITS) this year, and maybe I’ll get even luckier and he’ll return to the land of podcasting soon.

I’m sure i’ve missed some on this one, but these are the ones that stood out to me this time round, i guess. i’m excited for the new twioat series also, lol.

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i did like, almost no reading, or tv watching, though i did start, and plan - and not finish - a good couple of knitting projects. didn’t get out to see many gallery shows either, which isn’t so great - though i DID manage to have a startlingly good year socially ?

made some new friends, had a whole private theme month devoted to the films of al pacino, and got to see two bands/musicians that i really love play live!! Good Ol’ Stevie P w @silverview (<33) && TWRP - both of which were so so great, and made me wish i got out more lol

lots to be done this year, as per, but hopefully it’ll be fine

[milkeewaysworld]

Exposing the fuck outta my classmates cuz why not. (Pt.2 ig)

Her name was Bailey. This bitch was SMALL AF. Like, I’m like 5’5, she must’ve been 4’10 💀

She was a bossy bitch. Bossy with a capital B. and she reminded me of Barbie if she was Irish. Her and I weren’t on good terms, she got the most curly ahh hair

Like I don’t think she straightens it at all lmfao. She also made me a complete DUNCE and embarrasses me,

She ain’t even better than me tho. She’s just as bad, but ig she’s the least bitchy but still, small ass white BITCH.

I have a feeling her hair is KNOTTED from how many curls are in it. Bitches hair is like a LOOFA. ☠️ she’s a wannabe preppy bitch ngl 🤣

Here’s one more cuz I can and won’t stop till I get caught 💅

His name is Reece, and this man was KNOWN for his long ass hair, he looked like a girl ngl. 😭 when he got his hair cut, boi looked like a BOWL CUT. 😭

He also had this lil attitude, him and I are friends. But we fight ALOT. like once I disagreed with him cuz idk why but he literally started dragging my hair around like it was a towel. 💀

Also think he’s gay for another guy in my class but I could be wrong 😑

He always hated our teacher, Miss G. (Ain’t using her real name) and I understand why. Our teacher rn is a BITCH. Anyways.

Also: him and another kid, Seán have BEEF. Pretty sure Seán is blind af but still-

He also has a friend named Charlie, (not me) and he was a MENACE. He smoked, took edibles, (they’re like drug candy if u don’t know), vaped, LIT A TOILET UP. And I think watched a gore vid. (The illegal kind), idk if he’s telling the truth but still. 😨

Well hope you enjoyed mah rant, I’ll make a pt.3 but idrk and idrc. 😃

[rencwn]

• • • diet coke by leanna firestone : spotted! if it isn’t ronan kelly walking through the streets of nyc. people say he looks like daryl mccormack, but i really don’t see it. the twenty9 year old actor is out here making mommy and daddy proud. while he has been known to be + generous, we’ve all seen his - obsessive nature come to light. sources tell me he reminds people of early mornings at the gym , messed up bedsheets , sunday - morning meal prepping , script pages scattered around the room. / cis male & he / him.

BASIC INFORMATION:

name: ronan seán kelly. nicknames: ronnie. pronouns: he/him. gender: cis man. age: twenty-nine. date of birth: december 3rd, ‘93. place of birth: cork, ireland. astrological sign: saggitarius. orientation: pansexual.

APPEARANCE:

height: six foot. build: quite broad, but lean, with lightly defined muscles. hair colour: black. eye colour: green. wardrobe style: in his free time, he will wear the comfiest clothes he can find, but he doesn’t shy away from colour or fashionability. he wears loads of bright colours and patterns, but will often combine those with sweatpants and other loose-fitting clothing. in social or professional settings, his outfits tend to be somewhat more reserved, though he tries to incorporate some of the bright colours into suits etc. tattoos: a small outline of a cat on his inner bicep, from his first pet, olga. piercings: two small rings in his left ear. defining features: his eyes are incredibly bright and can be considered both off-putting and captivating, depending on the audience.

HEALTH:

physical ailments: none. mental ailments: eating disorder ( orthorexia ), anxiety. alcohol use: drinks regularly, but always feels quite in control - he is quick to sober up and rarely drinks alone. drug use: will occasionally smoke weed and used to occasionally do coke at parties. addictions: none.

PERSONALITY:

positive traits: generous, empathetic, encouraging. negative traits: obsessive, impatient, slow. mbti: ENFP-T.

ACTIVITIES & SKILLS:

skills: long-distance running, acting. weaknesses: self-doubt, paranoia. languages spoken: english, some french.

BACKGROUND: ( tw: eating disorder , orthorexia , financial abuse , sex work )

from an early age, ronan’s mum worked on getting her son into the modeling industry. the only thing he had inherited from her were her bright green eyes, but they stood out so much that it did not take very long for him to be scouted - and his first commercial photoshoots were scheduled at age 4.

once his name started growing in the modeling industry, his agent suggested that they try to get him into the acting world as well. he enjoyed playing make believe and worked well with others. she got him his first few auditions and he booked his first major role soon after. from then, you couldn’t look one way or another without seeing his face on the screen or in a magazine. he became the family business and soon after, his parents both stopped working to support him.

the family moved to nyc for him to star into some sitcoms and do a few small roles. he continues to audition, but with his strong irish accent, he is not booking nearly as many roles as he was back home. he started working with an accent coach on a regular basis to both try and master a generic american accent and a more generic british accent. he also went back to modeling and turned to being homeschooled to fit around his schedule, despite his siblings both going to public schools.

tw: eating disorder !! he soon began working out every day and his diet was closely monitored, which instilled an eating disorder in him. he often heard his family arguing about money, and he was no longer booking modeling work nor acting work. they moved back to ireland and his eating disorder still went unchecked.

he went back to school with his siblings and his parents invest his money, hoping to double it, though the investments are unsuccessful. he continued to try and audition and get modeling roles, but he was a rather awkward-looking teen, very pimple-y, and his voice drop took a lot longer to stabilise than normal. his obsession with working out and eating healthy continued, and he began to skip meals closer to his final exams.

he eventually enrolled and made his way through drama school and surely but slowly began to get cast again. his obsession with his health still lingered in the background, and continued to fester. he asked for a break in contact with his parents to focus on his mental health, which they hated and did not respect. rather than staying in ireland, he decided to move back to nyc alone, to try and make it big one more time.

the first audition he took when returning to the acting world landed him a role in the second season of a high-fantasy show for amazon. though his role was only small, he became a surprise fan-favourite, and his fame skyrocketed. his parents tried to get back into his good books but he refused to reconnect for the time being. however , after this big role , auditions fell flat. he couldn't ride the wave and was back in unemployment. struggling to pay rent, after a casting director tried to seduce him, he stepped into the world of sex work and escorting. 

the sex work and escorting paid well , and he soon found regular clients that were all too happy to have him around. his auditions still failed , but at a failed chemistry read he met waverly lochlan , and they hit it off. they date for a while , but his secret could not be kept forever , and they break it off. that's when his big break hits. 

[tommyssupercoolblog]

All of this!!! I esp relate to partypacking, that's a lot of what me and @septiccoffeefreak do. But also:

Music. Listen to music together can be so, so special. We have very different tastes in music but we'll take turns picking playlists and listen to it together- even if there's a song I wouldn't have picked myself If Seán chose it then it's something he loves and that makes it still special to me, and I can feel him enjoying it too. We also have a couple playlist with romantic sappy music in it to listen to together, and a few bands/songs that we both like a lot. I like to just lay down or sit in a chair, and hang out with him and listen to stuff. Just being together.

If it's still earlier into your relationship and you have a lot to learn about them, you can try asking lots of questions and playing little couple askgames together. There's the famous 36 questions of course but anything you can think of can be fun, just talk to each other and share your favorite things and like, stuff you feel or remember. The memory sharing tip from earlier might also be nice to employ here if you can do that.

They mentioned playing games but I specifically wanna highlight games that you can play together. (This tip only works if you're able to both control parts of the body at the same time). Most games are hard to play TOGETHER together when you share a body, so you just end up with one person watching instead, but In my experience, some of them have smaller controls and local play, so you can both use one hand and play together. Animal crossing new horizons is great for this because the Nintendo switch joycons are super small, and animal crossing is a very relaxing chill game anyway so all you have to worry about really is being able to move your character. Waterboy and Lavagirl and similar computer keyboard games are also fun, but usually a little bit harder because they have puzzles you need to focus on and you might fall down a hole or something.

Don't underestimate pillows and similar props when you're in front. If you're cuddling in headspace or even if you can't access headspace while fronting but can co-con/co-front and want to experience cuddling together, then you can use a body pillow as a sort of stand-in for each other and either use it to help feel more connected to headspace (since you're feeling both the phantom headspace weight and the weight of the pillow outside) or if you don't have access to headspace just to both front at the same time and both feel cozy and cuddled up.

If you like physical affection you can also help each other do things like brush your hair or get dressed, or you can hold the body's face in your hands so they can feel held, hug each other by hugging yourselves, etc. Me and Seán like to hold hands, and we also sometimes do this thing where I'll squeeze the hand he's piloting with mine, and he'll squeeze mine back. It's very soft and sweet and safe and makes me happyy

I hope dis helps :3

Hey, not a culture-is ask, but I've recently started an in-sys relationship. We're both feeling kinda bored and that we should "do something", but we can't figure out anything to do other than drawing eachother or doing picrews which can get very boring :( We're both aspec so we suck at doing date stuff _(:'< 」∠)_

Thanks for the question! I'd like to start by saying that you don't need to follow the traditional idea of dates if it's not fun or it doesn't come easy for you. The thing about being a system is that anything you can do alone, you can also do together, even if that's just two people sitting quietly in co-con while one plays games.

If you're looking for activity ideas, sadly I don't know how else to help other than just say: think of things either or both of you like. This could be cooking, going on a walk, watching a show together, etc. Often, you'll find that unstructured time where both of you can just laugh together and be yourselves to be much more valuable and memorable than a standard date that you set out the time for.

I hope this helps ^^ If anyone else has any ideas, please leave them in the notes!

-China

[ladyarkytiorofdunans]

Jacksepticeye Dead at Age 30

By Lady Arkytior for @therealjacksepticeye

Sadly, Seán William McLoughlin, better known as Jacksepticeye to his YouTube followers, died today. Seán was in perfect physical and mental health, causing his sudden demise to be quite the shock to the internet as a whole.

At 4:20 this morning, Mr. McLoughlin ran out of his house completely naked save for a WineRack bra full of Hi-C Ecto Cooler Citrus Juice and a 5-lb(2.27 Kg) laptop strapped to the side of his head. Mr. McLoughlin then proceeded to run down the street ringing bells and shouting: “HJONK! HJONK! AM GOOSE!”

After running nearly 5 miles(8.05 K) he stopped dead and shouted: “THE HJONKENING IS AT HAND!” He then spontaneously combusted.

Police and fire officials are baffled as to how this occurred, as there was nothing highly flammable or combustible on Mr. McLoughlin’s person at the time.

Some experts theorize that Mr. McLoughlin was driven insane due to social distancing and isolation enforced by the current global quarantine. Others have donned similar garb and begun worshiping Geese, believing Mr. McLoughlin’s final words to herald the end of days.

[alexandros-deathwood]

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS HOLD ON LET ME SEND SOME For Alexandros: 4, 6, 29, and 32 Adam: 30, 31, 98, and 100 Malcom: 1, 11, 25, and 28 And I got a few for all of them that got me very curious: 22, 51, and 53

Alexandros:

4. Butterbeer or pumpkin juice?

Butterbeer is essentially a root beer float while pumpkin juice is apple cider with pumpkin puree. So pumpkin puree.

6. Sandwiches or soup?

Soup there is so much you can do with it. You can add potatoes, meat, carrots, rice, squash, hominy, etc it just has so much you can do with it and there's nothing quite like soup rice.

29. Was MC's Patronus what they expected it to be?

He never actually thought about that it would be a Thestral but he had an idea that it might be considering his mom shares the same.

He is well aware of his mom's past and her tragedies. How her life has been defined by the death of her family and the protection of it. How she travels every year to the origin of her birth, where her parents and sister were killed, to clean their graves and celebrate dia de los Muertos.

He like her has also be defined by death but to such extreme, witness the death of his beloved dog, Peanut, as she she jumped in front of a car in front of him. He witnessed how his own in-action led to death. Pushing him to always wanting to take action while others are in danger, to make up for the guilt he feels for that day.

So he knew that it might be a Thestral, which is a sad thought for him: that death is dyed to his happiness. That was however he started to study with Merula on what a patronus means, that it isn't just about your happiness but also a representation of yourself. Something beautiful and gentle, but misunderstood because of its links with death.

32. What's MC's favorite thing to do when they hang out with their friends?

Honestly he just likes to be included doesn't really matter what. But his favorite thing to do would be to enjoy the outdoors and explore things with his friends.

Adam:

30. Who is MC's favourite Professor?

Professor Kettleburn

31. Who is MC's least favourite Professor?

Snape. I want you to guess why.

98. What is MC's MBTI personality type?

I have no idea. Not a single clue.

Both of the twins tend to stick towards the middle of each of the questions, basically asking in response another question:

What's the situation? So all I know is that he is XNXP. Those 2 are the most likely to stay the same but all of them are subject to change depending on the situation. He's too neurodivergent for me to fit him into a personality type that fits.

100. Is MC good at pranking?

He is because he is very clever and knows how to set up for maximum prank ness.

Dumping a bucket of hot sauce on someone, which by itself is already bad enough, but then using a cold air charm to dry the hot sauce to the person. So now the hot sauce is harder to remove.

They are cold, possibly irritated, they smell, and covered from head to toe in crusty dried out hot sauce.

Though he is not in Ravenclaw he is just as smart as his twin brother, something that should not be mistaken.

Though most of his pranks are pretty mild.

Malcolm:

1. What's MCs favorite subject and why?

History and Defense against the Dark arts. because he loves to study ancient battle tactical techniques and apply them to training

11. Pessimistic or Optimistic?

Pessimistic, but optimism helps him find creative solutions to problems

25. What is MC's favourite magical creature?

Phoenix

28. What is MC's favourite season? Why?

Fall, because it's not bitter cold and not terribly hot. It's a perfect mix of warm and cool air, and gives a sense of security and comfort

All:

22. What is MC's blood status?

Starting off Malcolm is a half blood, 25% muggle, 75% wizard. His father, Peregrine, being pure blood and his mother being half. Though the Deathwoods aren't really sure about his blood status.

The twins half bloods, specifically are 20% muggle 80% wizard. Their dad Seán Deathwood is a pureblood but Sophia Deathwood came from a town in Mexico that didn't really care about blood type focusing more on family and loyalty.

Since Sophia moved twice before setting down in Scotland, and both her parents could preform magic she has no idea that she is a half blood, nor does she care. Why would she? She's an immigrant, who has lost most of her family. Blood purity wouldn't be a main concern. So the twins don't know that they are technically half-bloods.

51. Do they join to the Battle of Hogwarts (either sides)?

Yes. Alexandros joined alongside his wife to fight against Voldemort and protect the students of Hogwarts. Merula made the right choice for once, to fight for her (new) family. Malcolm was 100% willing to die a glorious death, as well as he wished to protect his family. Adam joined for similar reasons as his twin, wanting not for the innocent to die and suffer under Voldemort.

They lived, though bruised and injured. Of the family members there was only one causality.

Sophia Deathwood suffered major injuries during the battle, ultimately laying down her life for her family. She died in the arms of her husband knowing they lived.

She died kicking ass at the age of 61, not bad.

53. Do they interfere with Harry Potter's time at Hogwarts (i.e. mess with canon)?

Yes, mostly in small ways that would not drive of change much of the plot. The twins taking trips to Hogwarts to go to the creature reserve as well as other things.

[mothergoose90]

A bit of Jacksepticeye ego theorizing

I honestly missed doing this type of stuff, so back on the horse I go! 

So Sean yesterday posted a video on his Twitter that was basically a status on Chase Brody and the final thing shown in the video is this:

Now the first thing I thought was "Why is Chase the in the third last box??" It can't be a happy accident for this placement. So my first thought was "Maybe alphabetical order", but that doesn't make sense for first or last name, since a) C should be closer to the top and b) not all of the egos have last names. The only one else who has a last name would be Jameson Jackson, if that isn't part of his first name or something. The other ego's names would go after Chase's with the letters A, H, M, and J being used and etc. Also last time I checked, Sean doesn't have 8 established egos to fill this roster, even with the inclusion with Sean as a character, we are still missing one space. I don't know if he will create a new character in this Iris section of his lore or if it'll be a character separate from himself, like Chase’s wife or kids. But I feel like the order for this image either is least important to most important, or in order of who Iris has captured first to last.  For least to most important I'd say this is how I think it would go:

The order being blank, Jackie, Marv, JJ, Henrik, Chase, Seán, and Anti. Jackie could fit in either box 1 or 2 again idk. Anti is the most important ego we all know this, I think this is the reason Iris was made in the first place, to be able to study him and stop him. Seán would be next because all these egos stem so he would presumably know the most information on all of them. Jackie is the least interesting to this company because we the audience don't know too much about him so we have to assume this company doesn't care to document him too. Also he isn't dangerous because he's a super hero. And the entire reason Chase has been taken by Iris is because they believe he has killed someone.  And this is who I think got taken first to last:

Order being Marv, Jackie, JJ, blank, Henrik, Chase, Anti, and Seán with Anti and Seán being able to be switched. In the trailer I believe we do see Anti in it because of all the people dead in the room. Or him possessing someone like we have seen him do time and time again.

We don’t see too much of Jackie or Marvin so them being taken first is an easy write off to where they have been, and so on and so forth down the list. That’s all I was really able to come up with from this so I hope you enjoyed this rambling

[histories-and-mystery]

Kevin and the Coffee Shop

Chapter 2

an: hey guys! Chapter 2 came a few days early! Hope you enjoy!

After a moment's pause, Kevin gave his answer

“Yeah, sure I’ll work here. But can you get someone here to show me the ropes cause I still don't know what I’m doing”

Seán laughed “Yeah! Course I can! You’ll have to be trained by at least one of us. I was gonna assign you Brian but-”

Suddenly there was shout from the back as Brian burst through the door

“I’m not going to a damn Hospital just let me do my feckin job Daithi” he pushed past Dan who had run to intercept him

“I don’t need a doctor right now! Move Daniel” he struggled as Daithi grabbed at his shoulder

“Brian take a look at your face! You need to get that burn treated. You can fight with the stupid machine later right now you’re going to the fuckin ER” he snapped as he and Dan finally managed to hold Brian back

Kevin took a closer look at Brian, a little worried now. He could see a look of unbridled rage bubbling behind Brian’s eyes and he knew his intent wasn’t to fight the coffee machine. Kevin also noticed an entire side of Brian’s face was bright red, the skin aggravated and starting to blister. ‘I didn’t know it was that bad!’ He thought, now wishing he had gone and checked on Brian ‘Dan said he was fine, but he was missing part of the story’

“Lads I swear to god if you don’t let me go right this second Craig won’t be the only one on my hit list” Brian all but growled before Dan spoke up

“Jesus Brian your face-“

“I know what fucking happened to my face!” He snapped “that DICKHEAD Craig chucked hot espresso all over it and me! An hes going to pay”

“Brian, Craig isn’t here! He got fired he left” Seán interrupted “and I told you to wait in my office so I could take you to the hospital”

Brian huffed. He began pacing between the office door and the counter muttering about Craig and something that Kevin couldn’t hear. Instead Seán gave Kevin an apologetic look and left to talk to the few remaining customers. All the lads knew in this state they wouldn’t get Brian to any sort of help if even one of them weren’t there. Dan went behind the counter and tried to calm Brian down and Daithi went and started closing up. Kevin finished his hot chocolate. Once he was done and put the mug away in the dirty dish pile he went to help Dan.

As he approached he heard Brian say “-all I said to him was that he was being creepy to that girl and that no one likes a pest with a creepy tone to women”

Dan nodded “so after that he threw coffee in your face?”

“Well he was making the latte for the poor girl he just spent five minutes harassing, so he took the cup of pure espresso and chucked it at my face!”

“I really think we oughta get to the urgent care or something” Kevin expressed “no offense but your face looks like the surface of Mars”

“Gee thanks Kevin” Brian rolled his eyes playfully “least I’m not the one with a chocolate mustache”

“It’s very in season!” Kevin laughed. Dan shook his head at their antics

“Alright Brian, scale of one to ten how much does it hurt?”

“My face feels like it’s been dunked in lava” he sighed, a lot calmer now “yeah urgent care? Or the hospital cause this really sucks”

Just then Seán and Daithi came up behind them, Seán spoke first “well shops all closed I can take you whenever you want”

“And we can go with you!” Kevin smiled “it’ll be like an outing with the lads, except it’s to the urgent care and the rest of us will probably have to sit in the car”

Brian chuckled “alright I’m ready whenever you are”. And with that they all piled into Seán’s car. Brian didn’t necessarily need them there but it had been quite a while since the gang was all together outside of work, and maybe he wanted to savor it. The whole way there they caught up with Kevin about how his life was going and how he was doing overall. Of course now that they all had roughly the same work schedule it would be much easier to get a game night set up or to do non-work related things.

Daithi was particularly interested in playing Pokémon with Dan as the new game had just come out and he hadn’t had the chance to play yet. Brian really wanted to play Mario Kart or maybe some more gmod but he couldn’t really decide. Seán was just happy they wouldn’t have to deal with Craig anymore and most of the ride was a full on bean spilling party as Seán and Kevin discovered more of the weird and honestly red flag behavior of this strange man. Some of which Kevin wished he hadn’t learned at al

By the time they got to the hospital Brian had become really quiet. Kevin thought it was because of the pain which was confirmed when Brian said his face felt even worse. Seán walked him into the hospital and the rest of the lads waited in the car. Kevin couldn’t stop looking around, Dan kept bouncing his leg and Daithi was being uncharacteristically silent. As the minutes passed by they could only hope no serious damage was done to their friend.

[alittlesliceofcucumber]

Heyo, got some questions ‘bout the lads of spooks :) How would each of the lads react to becoming full human (in the case of brian though, I s’pose he’d just not be all mechanical). a sort of thing where one day they all just wake up “normal”, or maybe it’d be an intentional (or accidental) thing either by the lads or some of their enemies such as the Company. Another thing I was curious about is wolf Kevin, seeing as in his “living long enough to be the villain” video he said(/joked about)-

This is a big one so I'll break it down!

So about becoming human, their reactions would definitely depend on the circumstances of the transformation. They'd enjoy it a lot more than the panic they'd have if it was the Company, for example.

Their individual reactions (if it was intentional):

Dan would be overjoyed. As cool as vampire powers are, he never really enjoyed it all that much and he would rush outside into the sunshine the first second he could. He'd also try a bunch of different foods that he's always wished he could try without throwing it straight back up again.

Seán would think of it as a downgrade. He's used to having heightened senses with a constant input of sights and smells- not to mention the strength and speed! He misses his abilities but also doesn't really mind the laziness that comes with the transformation.

Daithi would by far be the happiest of them all. He low-key hates being a ghost because of all the restrictions it has, and although he can't fly or use magic as effectively, he's more than happy to go back to the simple ways of being a human.

Even though he’s probably the closest of the four to being an ordinary human, it would probably take Brian the longest to adjust. He’d miss his lazers and being all flesh again would just feel really weird to him. He likes not having to worry about his body (and mind) as much though!

If it was a planned attack by Novus (the Company) then they wouldn’t like getting changed back one bit. Their supernatural abilities are basically all that can protect them from any sort of attack so they’d all be heavily reliant on Kevin and none of them want to put that responsibility on his shoulders. They’d all be rushing around the library to try and find ways to change themselves back ASAP.

I know what you mean with the power-swap thing!!! I’d thought about it myself and just how funny it would be. Wolf!Kevin is great and he would be impossible to contain.

If there was a power-swap (maybe a spell gone wrong or something along those lines) then I think it would be:

Wolf!Kevin

Cyborg!Seán

Vampire!Daithi

Ghost!Brian

...and human Dan the chaperone XD

...this actually has a lot of potential i may save this away for a future story lol

hope this answers everything!

[septicbadger]

The Beginnings of an Ego Story

So, this is a story that I wrote in creative writing sessions in GCSE English. I’m sharing it today to celebrate 10 years of Sean’s amazing channel. I hope anyone who commits to reading this will enjoy past me’s take on the characters.

Jack of All Trades:

One – The Shop Seán passed many kinds of faces, locals and visitors. There were young couples, school trips, families, people of all varying culture. Today was the day he decided to take a break from his busy work schedule to take an evening walk down The Lanes of Brighton, looking out for cool merch and gifts for his girlfriend. He stopped, his dyed green and puffy hair coming to a stop from its bouncing. There was a new shop opening that caught his eye. When he had first moved there in May after travelling from Ireland, it was just an old wooden framed building, run down and built around. He had gradually seen it, an antique shop with a mystical feel, be bought and reshaped with a new sign out front and a basement level as well. Maybe he could find some décor to line the walls or something for a project he had planned? As he chimed the little bell dangling over the entrance door a sudden smell hit him, like dusty old wood or an old carpet or a damp ceiling. There were so many treasures haphazardly strung around in disarray, old chests and tables, stuffed animals and skulls, dirty but dazzling ancient mirrors. Those were just a few things his ‘baby blue’ eyes found first. Silver cutlery and models were on a table in front of him and as Seán shuffled past, he noticed a little old shopkeeper, crammed away with balding white hair, a monocle and waistcoat. He almost looked like a stuffed antique himself. “Hello,” let out Seán. “Good day to you, young sir. Welcome to Marvin’s Antiques. We’ve only just opened so... is there anything in particular you are looking for?” he asked as he stood in a slightly unsettling way. “No, er, not really thanks. I’ll just have a look around thanks er... Are you Marvin?” “No... ha, no. Marvin is downstairs; he’s the spirit of this place...” the shopkeeper paused as he saw the change in Seán’s face. “Not a phantom or anything like that, just an old mask on the wall downstairs. It hangs over the magic section, on the left as you go down those stairs... Do you want me to show you?” “Um, no... I mean no thank you.” “Oh, no, I insist. I can tell you are interested. I can feel it. Let me show you.” “Okay... but I think I can manage by myself. On the left, down those stairs.” The old man nodded as Seán navigated his way to the back of the shop. What had he gotten himself into? He never liked being the only customer on a shop, especially one that gave him the creeps as much as Marvin’s Antiques. A deer’s head seemed to follow him edge down the first step. “Be careful of the paintings!” Seán took the warning and moved with more timid urgency to the basement. The smell seemed even mustier down there, and colder.

Two - Marvin Seán gravitated to the left, pulled like a puppet from his head and chest. He almost knocked over the ‘magic’ bookshelf which held not just books, but a crystal ball, old playing and tarot cards in piles, strange gems and coins, artefacts and necklaces and more... But above it, their eyes met. Well, Seán’s eyes were transfixed on empty sockets. A mask. It was porcelain but looked eerily primeval. A mask with a strange neutral, blank expression, almost so you could never tell the wearer’s feelings behind it. But it was also a stage mask, probably belonging to some semi-famous old magician. It also had cat ears moulded on. And whiskers. And a cat’s nose. The feline features had been painted on with peeling reds and purples. On the mask’s forehead were the four card suits. A red diamond was in the centre, with a red heart below it. On the left was a black club and on the right was a black spade. Seán reached for it, like he was a child reaching for the cookie jar. His mind was split but his hand made the decision. It, Seán’s right hand, twitched and convulsed as he found himself touching the mask. Light, like a glitch in reality, green and brighter than the sun, blinded Seán and sent him back into an antique red leather armchair. As his vision returned, Seán saw the aftermath. Two playing cards had somehow found themselves by his feet. On the left was a black joker, and on the right was the jack of diamonds. What had happened? A strange vial holding pickled eyeballs, that Seán hoped was fake, had smashed. Glass was spattered along with the green goo from the vial over the old planked floor; it seeped through the boards. But one eye, dyed green with a blue iris, had escaped the glass and seemed to look right back at Seán from its position by the jack. What the hell had happened? Many other ‘magic’ objects littered the floor but Seán didn’t observe them as he realised his right hand was going red, still holding ‘Marvin the Mask’ like it was the oxygen he needed to live. Luckily, he didn’t die as he carelessly chucked it on the ground. He needed to leave. Tentatively, Seán stepped in the direction of the exit steps. He slowly moved his feet over an old revolver, recognising it as probably real. A few steps away from freedom from this hellish, crazy experience Seán felt a crunch. Who would believe him anyway? Who was that old shopkeeper? Turning, Seán saw that he had trodden on an old pocket watch with a raven insignia on it. But, as he turned back the head up the stairs, the old shopkeeper, monocle and all, was grinning, grimacing back at him. He had a strange glint in is eye, a sparkle that shone into Seán’s soul.

Three - Running In moments, the old man had sped down the stair, much too quickly for his apparent age, unnatural. Seán found himself staggering backwards over the revolver which seemed to draw him to it. No, Seán told himself in his head. He couldn’t use it. He wouldn’t. But, nothing about this was normal. Now, Seán found himself side by side with a trophy on a wall-mounted shelf. It clattered as his shoulder bashed the shelf and in the same moment, in a lightning-quick, jerky, robotic motion, the shopkeeper reached for the revolver and kicked aside a vintage stethoscope. It seemed to pull Seán to it with a shimmering, burning drive, like the mask, the two cards, joker and jack with the eyeball, the pocket watch, the revolver and now some old eye mask, blue glittering fabric which had also fallen to the floor. But what good would a stethoscope do him in this moment anyway? The gun was pointed at him as his thoughts raced even faster than his heart. “Oh f-” Seán was cut off from his profanity. “Found Marvin alright?” The old man’s voice was like sandpaper, evil sandpaper that was pointing a gun at him. He continued. “Are you... feeling different? They’ve been craving for release, for a new bod-” Now it was the shopkeeper’s turn to be cut off as Seán grabbed the trophy and found his mark. He knocked the gun away from the old man’s grasp, giving Seán enough time to belt like a rabbity chased by death, past him and up the stairs. The old man seemed to let it happen but as Seán knocked into and knocked over piles of antique books, he suddenly appeared again by the counter, like a teleporting apparition. Seán shoved past him and out the shop door, the jingle of the bell now a welcome sound, a freedom. He would not be followed into the street by the shopkeeper from hell. Hell—that was what Seán thought he was in. Running, running, running. Running down The Lanes. Focussed on his goal, his idea of safety, in this current moment the seafront, where he knew his friends would be, taking their two pugs for a walk to the burned down old pier. Running, running, running. Wait, what was that?

Four – Is it a Bird? Is it a Plane? No, it’s a hallucination! Stopping, Seán turned to gaze atop a four-floored building, nearing the seafront. As abruptly as he stood still, heads turned like moths to his lightbulb head. Some teen on a bike let loose his limited vocabulary. But Seán paid no attention to their judgement. What was that? Who? A man was perched on the flat rooftop, one leg kneeling. He held his arms to his hips. He wore a tight red spandex bodysuit which went from his ankles to over his head as a stretchy hood. Tied across his face and over his ears was a blue eye mask. However, what concerned Seán the most were the details he could see, even from across the street. Tufts of green hair escaped like waves from under his hood. And he had the same trimmed beard. In fact, everything was the same. Seán rubbed his eyes. That was him up there, the same proportions and mannerisms for holding himself, the same everything. Seán had always wanted to be a superhero, like Spider-Man on the city skyline. This ‘superhero Seán’ turned his head, a smile brimming beautiful white teeth. “Don’t worry citizen! Jackieboy Man is here to save you!” Nobody else seemed to notice the shouting clone on the rooftop. And ‘Jackieboy Man’, what kind of a hero name was that? Well, the Jackie part Seán could maybe understand; his mother had always called him Jack when he was younger, his friends called him Jack, his girlfriend even called him Jack sometimes. Was he going mad? No, after the antique shop, the creepy shopkeeper and the mask, this was magic! He would never have thought it possible; he’d wanted to, but why would this happen to him? “Citizen?” Jackieboy Man called out again to Seán, but he was already back on his run to find his friends. Before he could get to them, though, he saw something else, a third him, leaning against the wall of an alley. This was perhaps even stranger.

Five – The Good Doctor “’ello zere!” Do you need any... assistance?” The first thing Seán thought was: Why am I now a doctor with a bad German accent?” “I am Doctor Schneeplestein, or Schneep as my friends called me before zey died! Hehe...” “Why? Who? Schneep? Another one?” “Anozer what? Doctor? I just came out from my practice for a little smoke- ah... little break. It’s just through zis alley and to ze left.” “No... sorry doctor... I- I need to go.” “Oh no, don’t be in a hurry! Just relax. Breathe. Zis is vat I do vith my patients before I operate on zem. I don’t know vy zey vorry; my record is four out of ten non-fatal operations! I am a one-hundred certified doctor!” It was getting dark and this doctor, with a bad survival rate, was edging closer to Seán. Then he realised that Schneep was looking at where Seán’s tattoo still had red skin around it. It was of a symbol, a fictional design from a video game. It suited him well since he had had it done four days ago. “Oh... I see some irritation around your lovely tattoo.” This uniformed, stethoscope-wearing doctor clone of Seán held his arm and there was a strange feeling, a pull like with all the objects in the antique shop. “Do not vorry. I could get some cream or lotion for you. It won’t sting!” “No thank you doctor. I think I’ll be fine. I- I don’t want to keep you from your practice any longer. Have a nice rest of your day!” People walking by stopped to regard Seán as crazy and then moved on. What were these... hallucinations, these visions of alter egos? He needed to catch his friends, Felix and Marzia, before they walked their pugs back home. He was close now; he just needed to get to the burnt down pier where they usually stopped and sat on a bench, and he could tell them what was happening, he needed to tell someone he could trust. “Okay goodbye! I hope to see you again! I am quite a friendly doctor! I just hope zere vill be no bad circumstances ven ve do!”

Six – You Have to Believe Me! Having escaped his encounters with Jackieboy Man and Doctor Schneeplestein, Seán finally caught up with Felix and Marzia who were in fact sitting where he thought they’d be. But what had that mask done? Was he being haunted? The creepy old shopkeeper had said something about ‘They’ve been craving for release.’ Where they ghosts? But why did they both look exactly like him? Out of breath, Seán landed himself on the bench next to Felix, careful not to tread on Edgar, one of two pugs. “Jack!” Felix exclaimed in his Swedish accent. Seán and Felix had met over long distance through work. Now they lived in the same city at least. “Jack, what’s wrong?” asked Felix and Marzia hugged their other pug, Maya, closer to her chest in worruy. “You’ve been running, is this part of a new ‘get fit’ routine?” “No, Felix. I think- something... Something had happened. Antique shop,” Seán exhaled. “Creepy shopkeeper, magic mask, strange ghost clones, superhero... doctor- I'm being hautned or-” “Woah, calm down Jack. Go slower, breathe. You’re very out of breath,” said Felix, worried for his friend’s wellbeing. Had he spent too long in a VR headset again? “Jack?” began Marzia. “What are you looking at?” “They’re everywhere. More spirit mes...” Seán let out after his questioning. In total four more Seáns were standing on the burnt down pier. “Marvin! And... who are those?” “Jack what are you on about?” Loosely standing in the back of the group of hallucinations was another him, dressed in a blue waistcoat and a bowler hat, very dapper with a pocket watch glinting in the fading light. Another version seemed to be holding a green and orange nerf pistol and wore a grey and red snapback. He stood further in front than the other, pistol aimed through a gap for an impossible trick. But the other two really scared Seán. The first of these two wore all black clothes but held a gleaming kitchen knife. There seemed to be blood around his neck. Had he killed himself? Then he disappeared and the air around him seemed to shift in lines. The last one had a black cloak around his neck and a blue stage shirt to match. And he wore Marvin’s mask, a strange aura around his hands. “JACK!?” Felix and the rest of the world came back to Seán, and so did a few passersby’s stares. “Wha- who... Felix, you can’t see them can you?” “See what? We’re here to help and it’s getting late; why don’t you start from the beginning and go slowly as we walk you home.” “No, it’s okay.” Seán sat on the bench next to Marzia, leaving Felix standing. “I decided to visit the new antique shop...”

Now Felix held his hand on Seán’s shoulder and was consoling him. Seán now had a pug on his lap; it looked slightly scared. “It’s okay now Jack, we’ll walk you back. You can’t see them anymore. They’re gone. You’re gonna be fine. We can sort this out tomorrow.” “Thank you Felix, and you Marzia for listening.” Seán’s own girlfriend must be worried. “You’re right. Let’s go...”

Seven – Two-Faced Marzia had taken the pugs home so now Seán and Felix walked side by side, striding down the main shopping streets that had seemed a lot more packed earlier. The visions seemed to have disappeared and Seán felt more fulfilled inside. He felt sane with Felix next to him, like a bodyguard against the world. They stopped a few times to look through shop windows and Seán mocked an item he could see through the glass. Felix noted Seán was becoming himself again, but it was only a short happy thought. Abruptly Seán’s face dropped as if lightning had struck and killed his best friend. But what he saw in the glass rippled through his soul. The same version of him, the same spirit dressed in black, hair crazier than his and smile wilder than a grinning hyena’s. His skin looked slightly green. The demon held a knife still and began moving it just above the cut line on his neck, a jesting tree-feller stuck with the saw. “Over and over...” it said in a voice, high and gleeful like a child but with a base drum’s deadly undertone. It sounded slightly... artificial. “Tired of playing pretend. Stuck in that mask. I thought I’d be stuck forever... inside,” it chimed again, hauntingly. “Say goodbye.” It lifted the knife behind Felix, ready to strike. Seán turned as Felix was oblivious and concerned again with his behaviour. “Felix!” Seán called out. Swish! The knife fell through the air as if a waterfall had suddenly burst to life. But Felix was fine. He lifted a hand out to Seán. “Oh Jack... shh. It’ll be okay. I’m fine, let’s move on.” Seán was not fine. His face changed. He looked down. He was wearing all black. And he held a knife. Seán could feel his limbs moving, the knife heavy in his hand/ He wasn’t in control. That demon spirit was. “You stopped paying attention, Felix. You just watched as this happened! Powerless. He is my puppet now.” Felix was now the one with his face in shock. He couldn’t see the black clothes or the knife but... that voice. Had one of his best friends really gone insane? “Seán?” he asked feebly. “I wonder what will happen to your best friend this time?” Seán could see himself raise the knife, its blade pointed at Felix like a magnet to another magnet. He was screaming inside, for help, to help Felix, for this whole thing to have been false. He prayed this wasn’t real. All of this crying out was over soon as the knife edge slashed down. No blade stabbed into Felix but he staggered and tumbled onto the road. The concrete made his knee gush red as the warm liquid was soaked up by the fabric of his jeans. For a second Seán was himself; his face returned with an expression of a thousand words. What had he done?

Eight – Alter Egos Engulfing “Ah... ’ello zere. Felix is it? I am Doctor Schneeplestein. I see you have a bit of a graze zere. Let me get my suppliez...” “Seán?” “Seán? Who is Seán? Don’t worry Felix. You must be concussed.” “No... I... Oh...” Felix just gave up. “My hero,” he muttered darkly. “Did somebody say they needed a hero? Don’t fear Swedish citizen, Jackieboy Man is here!” Felix stood, debating whether to run from his crazed friend. People were gathering all around now, a crowd around the scene, unsure of what was happening/ “What kind of magic show is this?” one spectator asked. Seán posed differently again, feeling the cat mask on his face, the black cloak trailing behind him. He waved a wand around as he muttered, “Gather round, gather round! Marven the Magnificent is here to entertain one and all!” “Seán... please... stop... I’m...” Felix’s voice was so lost in despair it seeped through the spirits’ souls and to Seán himself. Suddenly Marvin was no more. These spirits were still weak but he could feel that demon one twisting inside. Seán was so shocked though, at what he had done, at what was happening inside him and he covered his face as it flushed red. He held his hands to his face all the way through the crowd until he was far from anybody. Seán collapsed on the ground in a dark alley, the stars over his head. He was alone again, lost in this torment. But what could he do? He tried to focus on all that had happened since he had entered that shop. He didn’t know how long it took but his brain locked onto an idea. Obviously, the mask was magic, but when he touched it, and the spirits had entered his body, those other objects that had fallen seemed infused with the same power. And he had the strong suspicion that the spirits that were overtaking his body each had an item they were tied to. He repeated the list in his mind, of all he had seen. Repeating over and over which spirit related to which object, lingering on what a twist of fate it was that a jack had fallen. And that eye... He had to destroy the items. But before Seán could hatch a plan, his eyes looked to the wall at the end of the alley. Something or somebody, compelled him to vault it. He stood, not by his own accord, and looked against a blank wall as if he was talking to an audience behind a camera. “Hey guys! I’m Chase, and welcome back to Bro Average!” Seán could tell he was now controlled by the spirit that had been holding that nerf gun, some mind-mockery of the revolver. He felt the cap on his green hair. “Today, we are attempting something I’m calling... The Back Alley Wall Hop.” He felt his legs come to life, breaking into a sprint... but then he saw a familiar knife in his hand. “Not so fast Chase. I’m in control! It’s all over now. Say goodbye!” The knife-wielding demon spirit pushed Chase aside, fighting to gain control of Seán’s mind. “I am eternal! You shall not beat me to this body! None of you!” He felt like his brain was being attacked from all sides and there were glimmers of hope of all the other spirits inside. He preferred being Chase, Jackie, or even Schneep... Somebody walked past the alley. Seán raised his arms and strolled towards them. The knife shined under the light of the moon... The man turned, laughing. His monocle glinted in the same light too.

And that was as far as I got. I don’t think I had a real climax in mind, just the egos fighting for control of the one body.

Thanks for reading!

[trashyswitch]

Day 19: Demon

Sean is having a lot of difficulty with his mental health. Evelien and Sean decide to take a mental health day: a day to enjoy every moment they have together.

This fanfic was inspired by the YouTube short film '15 MONTHS' by Jacksepticeye, located on his channel. I also wanted to add a couple unconditional love scenarios to this story. I hope you enjoy.

Seán sighed as he took the pills with a quick swig of water. He looked up at the window and stared at the big tree in his window. The tree was starting to lose its leaves, and happened to be losing leaves right now. They weren’t red, orange, or yellow, like they probably should be. They were brown and all crinkly. Seán missed the tree’s pretty stage…He had been too focused on how shitty he’s been feeling that he completely missed the beauty before the bleak set in. 

Seán got up and started to make himself a cup of his own Top Of The Morning™ coffee. He watched as the coffee slowly spilled into his mug from a single sprout. It was black and bitter-looking…which is ironic considering the kind of coffee he had chosen: Morning Glory Light Roast. But all coffee is black…everyone knows that. 

When the coffee finished spilling into the mug, Seán put the mug onto the counter and put a little bit of sugar into the coffee. He stirred the sugar into the coffee and put the spoon down on the counter. Then, he picked up the mug and took a sip of the hot dirty bean juice. 

Seán looked at the coffee as he lowered it down from his lips. It tasted great, but…the feeling felt different. He wasn’t feeling satisfied, despite the good taste of the coffee. He felt…empty. 

Seán placed the mug down onto the counter a little louder than usual, and walked back to his and Evelien’s bedroom. He looked at his girlfriend as she slept on the bed, her back facing him. He smiled a little bit. He knows what Evelien looks like when she’s sleeping…but he just had to admit it: She looks really cute when she’s sleeping. 

Seán walked up to Evelien and leaned over. He kissed her cheek softly and widened his smile a little more when she hummed in response. 

Evelien opened her eyes and looked up at her boyfriend. “G’mornin’.” She mumbled out with a smile. 

Seán chuckled. “Good morning.” He replied. 

Evelien opened her arms and let out a big stretch. She grunted as she stretched…before she dropped her arms and relaxed. “You comin’ back to bed?” She asked. 

Seán nodded. “Sure.” He replied. 

Seán sat down beside Evelien and laid his head on the pillow. He smiled as he looked at Evelien, and watched as Evelien slowly closed her eyes. 

When her eyes were closed, Seán dropped his smile and looked down. He felt…moody. Down in the dumps. Really out of it. He should be happy. Why wasn’t he happy right now? 

Seán closed his eyes as he felt his thoughts spiraling. What was wrong with him? He has a girlfriend, he has a well-paying job, he has a house, he has food and water, everything he needs. Why can’t he just be thankful for what he has? Why can’t he just be…happy? 

Seán looked up at Evelien and widened his eyes as he realized Evelien was looking at him. He looked away, embarrassed to have been caught. Evelien placed her hand on his. “Are the demons kicking you down again?” Evelien asked. 

Seán sighed and nodded his head. Evelien rubbed the back of Seán’s hand with her thumb as she watched Seán very slowly fall apart in front of her. This wasn’t the first time Seán has woken up unstable. It’s been happening a bit more often than they’d both like. But…Evelien didn’t want him to hide his true feelings from her. She wanted him to tell him when he’s sad, tell him when he’s happy, and tell him when he’s ashamed. 

Seán sniffled as he felt an aching feeling in his throat. He felt like he wanted to cry. But he was still afraid of crying in front of Evelien. Even though they had known each other for years…lived with each other for at least one…He’s still fighting with himself about whether to cry in front of her or turn around to cry. But there was no stopping it now…A tear had already begun to fall from his eye, down to his cheek. 

Evelien moved her hand up to Seán’s cheek and gently rubbed the falling tear off his cheek. “You can cry if you need to.” Evelien told him. 

Seán sniffled. “I know…” 

Evelien tilted her head. “Do you?” 

Seán closed his eyes and squeezed them. He reached his hand up to his cheek and held onto Evelien’s hand. He didn’t want to look Evelien in the eye right now. He felt weak…stupid…overly emotional. 

Seán opened his eyes as he felt Evelien’s arms wrap around him. He slowly wrapped his own arms around her, and hid his face in her shoulder. A small upside of being shorter than your girlfriend, is being able to hide your face in her shoulder while she rubs your head and back. It felt comforting…it felt safe. 

[A couple hours later:]

Seán and Evelien were washing dishes together. Evelien was washing them, while Seán was drying them. He had just put a pan down inside the correct drawer, when he felt some wet droplets on his neck. Seán closed the drawer and felt the back of his neck. Where did the droplets come from? Was the ceiling leaking? That wouldn’t make sense…because if the ceiling was leaking, then the water would feel cold. But…this water felt warm. 

Then, Seán widened his eyes as he heard a giggling Evelien behind him. He slowly started to smile as he realized the water on his neck was likely from the soapy water in the filled sink. 

Seán turned to look at Evelien. “Did you-” 

Seán closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows as more droplets of water were flung right at his face. Seán’s smile grew a little wider as he heard Evelien giggling even more. “Gotcha!” She cheered. 

Seán opened his eyes right as Evelien started to dip her fingers into the soapy water again. Seán quickly grabbed Evelien, turned her around and pulled her in so her back was against his chest. Then, he started skittering his fingers on her sides. 

“Now I’ve got you.” Seán replied. 

“AAH! Bahahaha! Hehey! Dohohon’t tihickle mehehehehe!” Evelien giggled. 

“Why not? You teased me, now I tease you.” Seán replied. 

“Ihihihi’m nohohot eheven that ticklihihihish.” Evelien reminded him. 

“So? Why would that stop me from tickling you?” Seán asked. 

Evelien reached her arms back behind her and started squeezing his belly with her backwards hands. 

“WhohoAHAHA! HEHEY! Now hohold on-” Seán stopped tickling her to grab her hands. “Don’t think you can tickle me back just yet. I’m not done!” Seán reacted. 

“Buhuhut ihit’s not fair if you’re only tickling me.” Evelien reminded him. 

“Well, it’s more fair for me…” Seán teased. 

Evelien quickly brought her arms forward, pulling them out of Seán’s grip. Seán yelped and face planted into Evelien’s back. Evelien quickly turned to face Seán, and picked him up under the arms like a toddler. “Come here, shorty.” 

Seán whined and pouted at Evelien, crossing his arms like a toddler as well. “I’m only a few inches shorter than you…” Seán reminded her. 

Evelien smirked and blew a raspberry onto the side of Seán’s neck. 

Seán uncrossed his arms as he tittered and giggled. He even began struggling to cover up his neck as well. His legs were kicking, his arms were flopping around, and he was wiggling around like a squirmy puppy to get out of her grip. 

“Poor Seány boy…poor Jacky. So ticklish…and nowhere to go!” Evelien teased. 

“Shuhuhush.” Seán mumbled. 

Evelien lowered her boyfriend down to his feet and snuck some tickles on the right side of his belly. “Mr. Ticklee over here…” Evelien teased. 

“Tihihicklehehee?” Seán asked, confused. 

“Ticklee. The person that’s being tickled by others.” Evelien told him. “Did you know there’s a whole community based around the bonding and hobby of tickling?” Evelien told him. 

“Thahahat’s gohotta behehe aha lihihihie.” Seán reacted. 

“It’s not.” Evelien said with a genuine smile. “There are lots of fanfictions and fanart around of fictional characters being tickled for fun.” Evelien told him. “Ticklee is the person being tickled, and tickler is the person tickling others.” Evelien added. 

“Ihihi dihihidn’t knohohow thahat.” Seán admitted. 

Evelien giggled and blew another raspberry on Seán’s neck. Seán threw his head back with a fit of laughter, and smiled brightly. 

“I can see why people enjoy it though. I certainly love hearing you laugh, Seán.” Evelien told him, still talking against his neck to further tickle it with her breath. “Your laughter fills my whole heart.” She added. 

“Thahahanks Ehevelien.” Seán replied, leaning his head against Evelien’s chest. “Ihihi lohove your laugh too.” 

Evelien chuckled. “Thanks, Jacky.” She replied. “Now: more tickles!” She declared. 

“Wait! Noho!” Seán protested. 

“Yeeeessss~” Evelien tickled Seán’s right side with all 10 of her hands. 

Seán bursted out laughing loudly. “BAHAHAHAHAhahaha!” Seán cackled. 

“Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo! A kitchykitchykitchykitchykoo!” Evelien teased. 

“EHEHEHEVELIHIEN!” Seán yelled. 

“Yeeessss?” Evelien replied. 

“STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!” Seán told her. 

“Is it really?” Evelien asked. 

“YEHEHEHEHESS!” Seán yelled back. 

“Okay. I’ll move it down to 5 fingers then.” Evelien told him as a compromise. 

Evelien removed one of her hands and used her left hand to hold Seán’s right arm up. And with her right hand, she tickled his right side. 

“Ohohokahahay. Thahahat’s behehehetteher.” Seán replied. 

“Glad you’re enjoying this.” Evelien told him. 

“Meow.” Someone said below them. 

Evelien stopped tickling Seán to look down at where the sound came from. Seán looked down as well, confused. 

When they saw who it was, they both bursted out laughing. BB was rubbing his body against Seán’s ankle, and meowing for love. Evelien picked up BB and kissed his head before petting his ears. “Hi BB.” 

“Meooow!” BB yelled loudly. 

Seán laughed. “The whole world must hear his wisdom!” Seán declared, making fun of BB.

“Tell me your ways, Big Boss!” Evelien declared, also making fun of BB. 

“Meeooooow!” BB yelled next before rubbing his face against Evelien’s chest. 

Seán gave BB some pets as well, booping his nose as well while saying the word “Boop!”. 

BB opened his mouth and tried to grab Seán’s booping finger. He then gave up, looked down and licked his lips and snout. 

Seán looked over at the dishes beside the sink and groaned. “Evelien…we didn’t finish the dishes.” Seán told her. 

Evelien giggled. “I know.” 

Seán narrowed his eyes at her with a smirk. “We’re you tickling me so you could get out of doing the dishes?” Seán asked. 

Evelien chuckled. “Well…it was more to help keep your demons at bay.” Evelien admitted. “But…not doing dishes happened to be an added bonus.” She said with a wink. 

Seán chuckled back. “Why don’t I wash, and you dry for a bit?” He asked. 

Evelien shrugged her shoulders. “Sure.” 

Seán and Evelien headed back to the sink. He put his hands into the water, and started to wash. But when he looked at Evelien, he noticed something: 

Evelien still had BB in her arms. 

Seán narrowed his eyes with a smile. “You…have to put BB down to dry dishes, Evelien.” Seán reminded her. 

Evelien smirked and slowly started to walk backwards away from him. 

“Evelien…Evelien~” Seán called.

Evelien took off running with BB still in her arms and a big toothy smile on her face. 

“Gab!” Seán yelled, reaching his arm out. Seán then sighed and smiled a bit. Looks like he’s going to have to chase her through the house…

[greengrayeyeswrites]

shit-faced in love (chapter four)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,181

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5

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Imogen enjoyed her time in Houston to the fullest. Even if she had to wear her mask at all times. Spending time with Baylee and finally getting to know her best friend in real life, meant the world to her. 

The day after Japan Con, where a lot of visitors asked Imogen to sign her notebooks and phones, a lot of hashtags were trending. #imogenblacksus was one of them and Imogen didn’t really understand the issue, until Baylee explained her the issues her fans had with the black Among Us character she bought.

„Are you serious?“ Imogen had asked, while feeding Buddy and looking at her laptop—that was on top of the dinner table, uploading a new Buddy Vlog. „I wish I would be joking“, Baylee said, browsing through Twitter. „This one update page of yours, imogenhenupdts, posted a whole thread about us on Japan Con. Well, more about you but my name was said as well.“ Baylee chuckled and Imogen lifted her eyebrow.

„I always wonder where they get those informations.“ Imogen shook her head. „The fact that they called the insider OP though… seems like they were a K-Pop fan account before they were yours.“ Baylee said and read through the thread once again.

„Lol, your fans can’t live with the fact that you chose Corpse’s color! You should make Corpse’s mask for him!“ Baylee laughed and Imogen pressed her lips together. „That reminds me! I wanted to tell him!“ Imogen grabbed her phone and texted the younger male.

Imogen could hear Corpse’s confused voice in her head and started laughing. She turned the phone to Baylee who chuckled. „He seems confused“, Baylee chuckled, still scrolling through Twitter.

Imogen chuckled and texted Corpse that he should add Corpse-Astronauts into his merchandise. The boy only answered with a confused emoji and Imogen chuckled.

„What are your plans, Imogen?“ Baylee suddenly asked and Imogen put the phone away. „Plans?“ - „Yeah. You bought a one-way ticket to the states. What are your plans here?“ 

Imogen was quiet for a while. She leaned back into the green chair she was sitting in. „Well, first I wanted to spend some time with you. You’re off work for the whole week, right?“ She asked and Baylee nodded. „Mr Beast invited me to join one of his videos“ Imogen continued. „Then I wanted to meet Rae and Sykkuno and of course my“ Imogen took a deep breath, „my pole dance classes in San Diego.“

Baylee and Imogen looked at each other and Baylee started laughing. „I still can’t believe this is happening. You’re doing pole dancing.“ Baylee laughed. „This seems so weird. But we both know what your real reason visiting San Diego is.“

Imogen felt heat creep up into her cheeks. „I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m planning to visit the whole country.“ - „Then why aren’t you visiting Dream in Florida?“ Another heat wave crept up into Imogen’s cheeks. „Baylee…“ - „We both know that you are visiting Mr No-Face, Corpse.“ 

Imogen looked away. „Maybe I am. But it’s not a big deal. He’s just another friend of mine.“ - „A friend who’s Among Us color you got when there were a ton of white ones.“ Imogen opened her mouth. „Now you sound exactly like that update page of mine!“ Baylee started laughing. 

„I like teasing you, Mo. You know that!“ - „I do. I feel it, very vividly.“ Imogen acted as if she had to gag and Baylee chuckled. „Jokes aside. Why aren’t you visiting Dream?“ Imogen lifted her arms. „Excuse me? He’s super famous!“

„And so are you?“ Baylee lifted her shoulders. „I only played Among Us with him once. We’re not really friends. He has a whole other streaming friend group than I do. We’re just acquainted.“ 

„In case you ever get to know him more, hmu. I want to know all about him!“ Baylee’s eyes glimmered and Imogen opened her mouth. „I am so disappointed! What happened with your undying love for Seán?“ Baylee ignored the Irish woman and stood up. „I need to head home. I promised my mum to take care of the dinner tonight.“ - „Way to ignore the topic“, Imogen grinned but stood up and followed her best friend to the door.

„I’m streaming Pummel Party with some of my friends tonight, in case you want to log in and watch my stream“ Imogen smiled and Baylee nodded. „I won’t ever miss any of your streams, Mo. You know that.“ Imogen nodded and waved Baylee before closing the door behind her. „Bud, we have a great friend, don’t we?“ She asked and Buddy slowly lifted his head and looked at Imogen, before laying down again. 

Imogen sat down on the couch, Buddy lifted his head once more and scooted closer, before laying his head on Imogen’s lap. The woman started patting his head, while scrolling through the pictures she and Baylee had taken these past days. 

After finding one, she quickly posted it on her Instagram, looking at the comments and likes that were slowly rolling in.

Imogen smiled at her phone and locked it. She enjoyed being with Baylee a lot. Yet she knew, she couldn’t stay in the states forever.

Panic crept up her back and Imogen closed her eyes. She knew that she couldn’t run away from her home in Ireland—and she didn’t wanted to do that. But staying in Houston with Baylee felt like healing.

It felt like all the weight of her mental illness and her fight against BPD and depression was taken off her shoulders. She felt like a normal woman and not one with major mental issues. 

She sighed, while her eyes filled with tears. She felt an episode creeping up. „Buddy“ she called and the dog immediately lifted his head. He stared at Imogen with intense eyes, waiting to calm her down.

She felt low and sad all of a sudden. Her mouth tasted irony and her heart hurt. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes and she grabbed Buddy’s fur. The dog scooted closer and licked her cheeks.

Imogen took a deep breath and the tears spilled. She started crying and shivering, hiding in Buddy’s fur. She hated feeling like that. Even though she was medicated, these quick mood swings ruined her.

She was feeling happy just a second ago. And now she felt empty and sad and just wanted to sleep. With a sigh she grabbed her phone and tweeted out, that she wouldn’t join tonights Pummel Party stream. Her fans were worried and quickly tweeted encouraging words, but Imogen had already shifted and was in her black and white thinking.

She texted her friends and told them, that she wouldn’t join tonight and wouldn’t stream. She told them she wasn’t feeling well. She wouldn’t tell them that she fell into a hole of self loathing and sadness. She couldn’t put this on them. 

Imogen looked at Buddy and sighed. „Let’s just hope this episode ends quick“ she whispered and held her dog close. She hated this feeling. She absolutely hated it.

to be continued...

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