#Just- YES

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Out Of Touch (Cupid Parasite)

I have done it!

I had a severe need to write Lee!Allan and just general Cupid/Allan content and I finally got around to it! :D Here's some fluffy Cupid Parasite content on a Monday! :3

Possible spoilers for Allan's route down below!

Summary: Allan's always initiating touch, not that Lynette minded. She decides one day to initiate it first and learns something rather exciting about her boyfriend.

Hands came around her waist, resting against her stomach as Allan’s sultry smelling cologne filled her nose. He rested his chin against her shoulder, nuzzling it gently as he murmured sweet nothings in her ear. “Good morning to you too, Allan.”

“Hmm.” He kissed her pulsepoint, sending shivers down her spine and making her toes curl. “Good morning, my darling. Did you sleep well last night?”

“You know I always do when you’re around.” She leaned back into him as he gently rocked her, his chest warm against her back and his favorite fluffy shirt tickling her arms. “What about you? Did you sleep?”

“Nah, I was too busy admiring how cute you looked.” He kissed her again, this time on her blushing cheeks. “Besides, you and I both know I don’t need to.”

It was true- Allan was an incubus. A being who feasted off dreams and rarely needed anything else. Most nights he held her in his arms while she dozed off, but sometimes she’d wake to find him looking out the window in thought or even gone- a note saying he was taking a moment to “savor the most exquisite dream.” He always came back before dawn, apron on and ready to make whatever you desired for breakfast. Still, he worried her when he did that.

“Still- don’t wander too far off. You might get lost.” She turned in his arms, wrapping them around his waist and looking up into those ruby red eyes. “I’d have to put out missing posters- ‘Have you seen my boyfriend?’ with your face on them. Though- I don’t think any woman who finds you is gonna bring you back to me.”

Allan snickered, hugging her to him. “Even if I do get lost, I’ll always come back. No one can chain me to them but you.”

“Chain?” She felt a little deterred at such a comment.

“Willingly. Tie me up, chain me to your soul, lock me your heart and throw away the key- I’ll happily be your prisoner of love.” He winked, making her giggle and slap at him.

“Shut up! You make me sound like a warden!” At his playful grin, she scrunched her face at him, making him laugh properly. “Keep this up and you’re gonna get punished!”

“Oo, fun. What do you have in mind, my darling?” He cooed, waggling his brows. Lynette had several things in mind. She decided to go with her most devious plan yet.

“I won’t say.” She pulled back, skirting around him to get the coffee she was brewing. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.”

“Oh?” Allan blinked, surprised. Then he was smirking again, slowly strutting over and leaning into her once more, hands coming to her waist with new purpose. “Careful love, I’m the type who gets impatient after a while. If you don’t make the first move…” He waited until her hands were free. “I might strike.”

“Eehehehehe!” Lynette squealed when his fingers attacked her sides, forcing her back into his devious arms as she laughed and twisted within his grip. “Ahahahahhaalehehhehen!”

The coffee soon turned cold, forgotten in their antics. Not that she minded it.

~~~

That was but one incident Lynette experienced on the daily becoming Allan’s partner. She leaned into her hands in thought, reflecting on all the times he put his hands on her.

It was his love language, physical affection. Anywhere they went, he always seemed to need to touch her somehow. In public it was more subtle- holding her hand or gently touching her lower back as they window shopped and enjoyed the day. At home it was far more intimate- hugs from behind, stolen kisses, the sort.

She loved each and every one of them, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized it was Allan who initiated the touch. It made her start to wonder- how often did she reach out and take his hand? Pull him into her arms and spin him around to the best of her abilities? Things like that?

He never complained, and it wasn’t a big deal that she didn’t often start it, but she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she did? If she wrapped her arms around him from behind, would she feel him shiver? Would his heart race the way hers always did within his embrace. Would he blush as red as her at a surprise kiss to the cheek?

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to try it. She had to try it! Both for her curiosity and for their relationship. She could be discovering the next big thing about her demonic boyfriend!

“Get ready, Allan- cause here I come!”

~~~ An opportunity came sooner than she thought.

Returning from work one evening, she found Allan leaning against the wall nearest the window, arms crossed and expression thoughtful. He looked like this from time to time; these brief moments of melancholy that seemed to come back no matter how happy he claims he is. That was but the way his brain worked, she knew.

Half of her was hesitant to bother him, but she knew if he really wanted space, he’d be biking right now, far from the shop and their shared bed. She pushed aside her worries as she crept up on him.

Once she was in reach, she quickly wrapped her arms around him from behind.

“HAHA?!”

She expected a jump- maybe a yelp and a grunt. Perhaps for him to even hit her with that smooth voice of his, greeting her before she could even make contact. Instead- he laughed-loudly. The sound was almost enough to startle her out of her embrace, wide eyed against his stiffened back. She dared a peek, finding his neck and ears growing red.

A beat of silence. Finally, she asked. “Allan?”

“...yes?” He didn’t sound mad, rather..stunned. Embarrassed even.

“What was that?” She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it. Her shock melted into amusement as she watched his shoulders twitch, ears bright and steaming. She knew his cheeks were likely just as red.

“I’m erm..a tad ticklish.” He confessed, looking away.

“A tad?” She barely touched him. She pressed her fingers into him experimentally.

“AHAHA!” He bursted into laughter again- the sound loud and surprised. At her devious little grin, he slumped in defeat. “Okay- more than a tad. Perhaps I’d go as far to say, alot.”

“Oo, good to know.” She pressed her cheek into his back, letting out a happy sigh as she kept her arms around him. A moment passed, then…

“You’re gonna tickle me, aren’t you?”

“You bet your ass I am.”

It was cute, the way he tried to run. Twisting in her grip, he made a dash towards the door, but she put a surprising amount of strength into her pull, sending them both tumbling into the bed. Seconds later, she had him beneath her, scratching at his sides. “Noohohoho! Dohoohon’t you dhahahare! Aheahhahahhahahha! EheHEHheheheek!”

“Oh my god, you’re so adorable!” She laughed with him, keeping her fingers in his ribs as he twisted about, his laughter a mix of screams and cackles that would likely earn them a noise complaint.

So be it.

“Aheahahhahhah! Nohohoho, nhoohohooho nohohohot thehehehehehre! Aheahhahahaha!” Allan arched and contorted when she dug into his highest ribs, earning a new set of noises that she catalogued in her brain as “Sounds she had to make Allan make again”. “LHEHEHEHYNEHEHEHEHTTE, PLEAHHAHAHSE! AHEHAHHAH DOHOOHHON’T!”

“Don’t what?” She asked, relishing his loud but beautiful laughter.

“STAHHAHAP!” “Don’t stop? If you say so!” She shoved her hands into his armpits, feeling him arch as he let out a near silent wheeze. “Wow, you must really like being tickled, huh?”

Allan could only laugh beneath her, fighting between curling up in a ball and pulling himself to freedom. In the end, he settled for the former, slapping at the bed and ending her tickly assault. When freed, he collapsed beside her, arms over his middle and tears staining his flushed cheeks. He looked rather a mess; for a moment, Lynette was sure she went overboard.

But then he reached out, prodding her in the belly and making her squeak and double over. “Thhehehere, my rehehhevenge..for nohohow.”

“Oo, scary!” She teased, laughing as she laid down beside him. She pulled him in her arms, feeling him momentarily tense for another tickle. “You can get me back later.”

“Heh…was this your punishment? The one you menti-ioned the other day?” He asked around a hiccup, making her chest squeeze with how cute it was.

“What punishment?” She had completely forgotten what she said. At his wide eyed surprise, she finally remembered. “Oh! That- yeah I was just playing.”

“Damn.” He grinned, laughing more when she rapidly poked at his side. “Ahehaha okay okay! Stop!” He caught her hands in his, scooting her closer until she was laying beneath him. From his looming position, he carefully lowered himself down until he was half on top of her; the demonic version of a human blanket. “Is this too much?”

“No, it’s perfect.” She giggled, nuzzling his shoulder. “Did you..like that?”

“Getting tickled to near death?” He asked her with a raised brow. Then he considered. “Well..I suppose I didn’t entirely hate it. Though I much rather tickle you. Your laugh is way cuter.”

“No way- yours is precious!”

“I sound like the screams of the dead.”

“You sound heavenly.” She bopped his nose. “I could listen to you laugh all day.”

“A demon with a heavenly laugh. What a joke.” Despite the harshness of his words, his tone was light and thoughtful, eyes closing as he nuzzled her neck. “Well- if you think so, I’ll believe it. Your opinion is the only one that matters to me.”

Lynette hummed, trying not to let how those words affected her show. He smiled like he knew already.

Much like her coffee before, she didn’t mind it.

Thanks for reading!

[revisitingfandoms]

(breaks down door) sup bitch guess what I got! A fic for you!!! It’s a continuation after the last one!

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She… feels better. Even if it’s just a tinsy bit, spilling out their past like that, what she’s been through makes them feel a little better. Of course there are things she hasn’t addressed / admitted yet… like your crushes on not only shadow milk but now apparently golden butter… which is just great. Or even your insecurities about yourself, but those are later problems. Besides they don’t want to drop that on them especially after yesterday, you can tell that their moods have shifted dramatically.

But hey! At least you can be awake for more than 2 hours now, does that mean your bored? Most definitely! But at least both Mystic flour and Shadow milk stay in her room, the others visit but they seem busy with stuff…. She doesn’t want to think about! (Coward seems to echo through her mind but she ignores it, their an expert in denial). Mystic flour is always by their bedside, their silent most of the time but she’s a comforting presence. And hey she gives you snacks so… but theirs also Shadow milk! He’s usually at the desk researching,… researching a way to help them. You feel a bit bad about the whole thing, you won’t voice that thought though.

The chatter between the two finally registers in your head, it seems you were spacing out.

“… hey um. What are you two talking about? Sorry I wasn’t fully listening.” Arcane egg says sheepishly

“I mean else would we be talking about, we’re discussing on how to cure you of course!” Shadow milk says in an intense tone, he both seems impatient to find an answer. But also very, very tired. He should rest you think.

“I think they mean the specifics on what we’re discussing, and the answer to that is… how do we get information from Fortune cookie.” Mystic flour clarified 

Ooh yeah… that dilemma “oh… how has that been going”

Shadow milk scowls in frustration “ Not well, NOT WELL AT ALL!” 

“Keep your voice down! Arcane egg might’ve gotten a bit better but their nowhere near fully recovered” Mystic flour scolds

“…what happened to that speaking to the dead idea? Finally realize it was a terrible idea?” You speak off handedly… ooh they don’t seem to like that. Oh no.

Both seem to just stare disapprovingly at the comment before Shadow milk speaks “ your self demeaning comment aside, don’t do that! No I have tried to contact fortune cookies soul but it hasn’t worked no matter what I've tried, it never works!” he basically growls.

“Are you sure you're doing it correctly? Do you have all the necessary tools, materials?” Mystic questions

“Yes I’ve done everything right! I’m not an ameture Mystic flour!” The two continue to bicker slightly among themselves.

But you start thinking… maybe you should have a look at his research. Both out of boredom but also the want to help your clearly distressed friend. You may have given up on yourself but that doesn’t mean you’ll give up on them. “… do you mind? If I um have a look” you ask softly 

“Sure why not, you’ve been bored haven’t you.” He then walks over to his desk and collects a variety of papers, he then returns to your side gives them to you. “Here you go Sunny, let’s see if you can make sense of this.” He than ruffles your hair… it’s comforting.

The two continue to talk, but you aren’t paying much attention. You begin to scan the notes, their as professional as always. No matter how much of a clown Shadow milk is, he’s always been so smart (unlike you… you push the thought back). For the most part the research seems correct, you can’t find a reason it would work… wait what’s that?

“…what are witches' chains?” You ask.

“From what little that I’ve found they were apparently given to a cookie, a cookie who prayed for the strength to help stop us. And apparently those prayers were answered, I know this because before we were fully sealed chains trapped us.” He seems very annoyed by that fact “why? I don’t think it has anything to do with why my spell won’t work?”

“Curious I suppose, any physical description of the object?”

“Sure here, don’t think it’ll mean much of anything but… I can take what I get Sunny” he gives you a document describing the “witches chains”

…ok so their silver chains, duh. They have intricate patterning of the moon and stars on them. Ok. They held immense power, so much in fact it could be used to temporarily match that of soul jams, interesting, the aura of which is described like the soft streams of moonlight on a calm night…. Wait, you've felt that before. You’ve seen these chains before… but on who, where.

You start to parse through your recent memories, your recent adventures…. It was in the city of wizards! Gingerbrave and their friends were busy trying to find Moonlight cookie! You were trying to help them but you felt a draw, to a place that not only felt like moonlight but… it felt like home! And so you excused yourself and found a cookie! And they felt so, so familiar. Wait… the document said it changed your appearance when you use the chains… and that much power can keep a cookie going for years… centuries even.

Wait!! Wait omg, the timeline matches! And that cookie, Mirror moon cookie is that why…! “!!!!” You jump up suddenly with a sudden burst of energy. Much to the surprise of Shadow and Mystic. Your about to speak but you loose your balance since you haven’t used your legs in a while…

*THUNK* 

… good job dumbass you think. Because your face is now planted on the floor. You just ate shit in front of your friends, how embarrassing.

“Oh my god! Are you okay!” Shadow milk almost yells in worry. Both help you up and back onto the bed “what happened, did you figure something out-“

“I think Fortune cookie is alive!” The look flabbergasted but before they can speak you continue “I think thats why the spell didn’t work! Its because she isn’t dead!”

Shadow milk is stunned into silence so Mystic flour is the one to speak “…why do you think that?” She questioned

And so you begin to explain your theory, about the info on the witches chains, about the mysterious cookie you met. With each word Shadow milk cookie begins to brighten up, it warms your heart. Even Mystic flour seems impressed on your findings!

After your done explaining and out of breath from your sudden energy disappearing, Shadow milk cookie scoops you up into a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Is all he repeats, you look over and Mystic flour gives you a soft smile.

…you don’t know what’s gonna happen next… but this, whatever this is…. Makes you feel warm… maybe theirs hope after all? You don’t really believe it, but a part of you is hopeful. No matter how small.

Well… you’ll guess you’ll see.

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what chu think? I hope you enjoy! I also must say you do such a good job on writing for shadow milk cookie when he’s being sincere. That’s how I imagine him around loved ones!

have a good one! Can’t wait to see more!

;dk;lwand;kpankdawd;aml;d

Op you- amazing.

Just- yes.

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[canonkiller]

I just think everyone should take a moment to consider the question "what is your visual shorthand for cruelty?" and then follow it up with a critical "and who taught you that?"

specific examples include but are not limited to

why is an evil timeline character design disabled? (why do the heroes go through equally punishing battles and never lose an arm, a leg, an eye?)

why are the futuristic scifi terrorists uniformly darker skinned? (why are the heroes so much lighter?)

why is the greedy boss fat? (why are the heroes skinny?)

why is the criminal mastermind heavily scarred? (why is the brooding, traumatized hero unscathed?)

why is the predatory creep a bearded person in a dress and makeup? (why are none of the heroes trans women?)

who taught you that this is how things are?

how long do you plan on repeating it?

[hansoeii]

butch wolverine, anyone?

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[squidflavoredsoup]

mama n her babies

[elbiotipo]

Usamericans should be more anti-war actually. They should be straight up insulting marines and shutting down weapon factories, 60s anti-war protests kind of shit. I'm sorry for pontificating from down here but the US military-industrial complex is currently supplying a genocide, and this is not a new thing, the US has sold weapons to Saudi Arabia to starve millions of Yemenis, the Iraq war, the Afghanistan war, these are within memory. And though some people think it's not the point, it Is also true that there are trillions upon trillions of dollars that could be spent in anything else that go to the black hole of corruption (and call it for what it is, corruption) that is the Pentagon. Any of those resources could be destined to literally any other activity and be better spent.

I'm talking full contempt here. You should outright be HATING the military. Instead of lining up to watch Top Gun you should see it as a glorification of a fucking killing machine that serves imperial interests, enriches megacorporations and supports genocides. For the love of God be more angry about it. Goddamn.

[goldensunset]

advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love

[smokiedokie]

I opened my copy of The Tale of the Body Thief & immediately had to close it again because of this silly little annotation

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[bloodybellycomb]

[tpwrtrmnky]

hindsight

[ID: A two-panel comic with crudely drawn stick figures.

Panel 1: The lime green person is talking to the leaf green person and the moss green person.

Lime: "I... have a confession to make."

Leaf: "Go ahead."

Lime: "I want to rewatch the Wizard Child movies."

Leaf: "Didn't the wizard author get incredibly chromophobic?"

Lime: "Yeah I just... It's nostalgia you know? They meant a lot to me when I was a kid."

Panel 2: The three are on the couch.

Lime: "All right, let's go."

Leaf: "It's so weird how the wizard author just turned chromophobic though. Like I remember this series being pretty good for its time. It'll be weird seeing their work contrasting with their views now."

Moss: "I'm just glad we got the movies for free through normal and legal means. Heh."

End ID.]

[ID 2: Scenes from three Wizard Child movies.

Wizard Child and the Simplistic Morality: A slightly round child with a propeller hat is talking to a child with no hat.

Round child: "I am so fucking fat and greedy I am textually shown to be fat because I am greedy and also evil."

Hatless child: "You are to infer my moral purity from juxtaposition with this fat child. Woe is me for our shared parent has deprived me of a propeller hat."

Wizard Child and the Goodness of Wealth: An adult wizard is talking to the child, who now has a wizard hat.

Wizard Adult: "Wizard child you are secretly extremely rich."

Wizard Child: "I will form biases regarding the bankers all being triangular for some reason!"

Wizard Adult: "Your wealth is deserved because your true parent was Good and therefore you are also Good."

Wizard Child: "Now we should acquire consumer goods. Buy consumer goods!"

Wizard Child and the Dark Family History: A blue-grey horse person is talking to the wizard child.

Blue-grey: "No, wizard child. You don't understand. I am one of the good ones, because unlike the bad ones I don't try to spread my curse that makes you a blue-grey horselike creature to others!"

Wizard child: "Wow uncle blue-grey you are one of the good ones! I forgive you for being a horse because I am so good I would even forgive horses. I sure hope you don't conspicuously get killed off later in this movie!"

End ID 2.]

[ID 3: Oh hell no there are even more of these.

Wizard Youth and the Tokenistic Relationship Dynamics: A square headed wizard youth is talking to the former wizard child, now a wizard youth.

Square Wizard Youth: "Wizard child, as the only person with a square head in this entire series it is my duty to inform you that you are the savior of all people with square heads, too. Let us build a one-sided relationship that only furthers your character development, after which I will immediately lose all plot relevance."

Wizard Youth: "I will do this because I am a maturing wizard youth and need disposable relationships that don't threaten the endgame!"

Wizard Youth and the Escalation of Stakes: The Dark Wizard, a sort of grey-green person with a cloak, is pointing at Wizard Youth.

Dark Wizard: "Wizard Youth, I have returned!"

Wizard Youth: "Dark Wizard! Why are you green now?"

Dark Wizard: "Evil magic made me green! I am green with envy towards all who are good!"

Wizard Youth: "I will not engage with how you are clearly based on fascist ideologies and yet this narrative plays into fascist aesthetic sensibilities!"

Wizard Youth and the Post-Hoc Revelations: The Wizard Youth is leaning over their Wizard Mentor, who is laying in a pool of blood.

Wizard Youth: "Wizard Mentor no! You can't die!"

Wizard Mentor: "It is fine, wizard youth. My death will further your character development into a wizard adult. Also, I was secretly a very very dark purple this entire time. I never brought it up so I could retain narrative approval.

End ID 3.]

[ID 4: Wizard Adult and the Overdue Conclusion. Three panels. I am sorry.

Panel 1: The dark wizard is dueling the Wizard Adult with magic beams.

Dark Wizard: "Evil green beam!"

Wizard Adult: "Good red beam! Despite the enormous variety of magic in this series this is what our final battle looks like!"

Panel 2: Wizard Adult stands victorious over the dark wizard, who is dying on the ground.

Wizard Adult: "In the end, dark wizard, you were defeated because I am morally superior to you."

Dark Wizard: "I was a product of systemic failures. There will be someone like me again someday!"

Panel 3: Zoom in on wizard adult, who says:

"Not if I can help it. Because I am going to be a wizard cop now. The moral of this story is that all systemic issues can be solved by finding a bad guy to beat."

End ID 4.]

[ID 5: Four panels.

Panel 1: Return to the green trio on their couch, watching the TV say "The End." All are are silent.

Panel 2: They are sitting on the couch. Moss is looking at their phone.

Lime: "Yeah so there were maybe a few signs we missed because we were children."

Leaf: "Yeah. A few. Some."

Panel 3: Continue conversation.

Lime: "So what did you think, Moss?"

Panel 4: Zoom in on Moss, who says: "I've been zoned out on my phone since the second movie. They lost me at the magic stuff. Wizards aren't real."

End ID 5.]

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[pigswithwings]

the angel staying over at my house asked for a nightlight in their room and i told them buddy, don't you produce your own light? what're you gonna do with more? and they said they wanted to see why people like it so much. and also that the nightlight i own is blue and they've been trying to understand color. anyways i think they've stared at it for an hour now

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[joan-does-stuff]

He's just like me fr (as a silly labeled as a Sans kinnie, I approve)

*headcanons your ‘hyper-sexualized by the fandom’ character as asexual*