#LOOKIT THIS SPECIAL LITTLE GUY

[madeofvoid]

BEHOLD

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Here's the article btw, give it a read! It's very interesting.

[fashionbugster]

pokémon x fashion dreamer [18/18] | water

squirtle — the tiny turtle pokemon. its shell is not just for protection. its rounded shape and the grooves on its surface minimize resistance in water, enabling squirtle to swim at high speeds.

[gaybananabread]

CONGRATS ON 300! YEEHAW

Could I get some apples, oranges, and bananas for TADC? lee!Jax, ler!Ragatha please!

Love your content, always have, always will!

*Hughug*

Fruit(s): Apples, Oranges, Bananas

EEEEEEGH Thank youuu! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) These TADC requests are so fun, love these insane scronkles! Haven’t explored the circus peeps before this event; it’s been a lot of fun! Hugs returned tenfold! (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Jax

Ler: Ragatha

Summary: Jax leaves Ragatha a “special” present in her room, trying to annoy the rag doll. He succeeds, though it backfires in a way he never could’ve expected. All he has to do is apologize…but where’s the fun in that?

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Bug pizza.

Honestly, Ragatha didn’t even know where he was getting the materials for his “pranks” anymore. Somehow, the jerk had managed to get several bug species, pizza ingredients, and more centipedes than she had ever seen in one place before. Her shriek could be heard across the entirety of the grounds, Caine quickly rushing over to dispose of the wriggling abomination.

Jax, meanwhile, was in his room, laughing his tail off as he heard the scream. Ragatha was, by far, his favorite character to mess with. Sure, it was easy to tease Gangle, and Kinger was occasionally fun to trick, but Ragatha always got so flustered and passive-aggressively mad at him; he loved it.

His laughter died down, though, as loud, angry footsteps approached his door. Eugh boi... Jax quickly sat up, trying to force the giddy smile back into his usual smirk. It took everything he had not to cackle at the look on her face. She was furious.

“Jax. Why the *squawk* was there a freaking bug pizza in my room?!” The bunny man couldn’t contain himself anymore; he burst into loud laughter, falling back onto his bed. Ragatha just watched, her anger slowly growing. That sorry, smug little purple bi- Whoooo. Deep breaths, Ragatha.

“Ohoho, wow, that was- Oooh man. Lookit’ ya, Dollface! Ehehe…he…” The look of amusement slowly got more nervous as he saw her look change. It wasn’t pure anger anymore; there was a hint of something else, something he knew he’d seen before. 

Ragatha stepped into his room, mock-cracking her knuckles. She didn’t exactly have real bones to do it, but the gesture got the message across. “I’ll give you something to laugh about, cotton tail…” 

Okay, time to run! Jax sprang up from his bed, bolting past Ragatha and running for his life. The doll was almost right behind him, his long legs the only thing keeping him ahead. 

Ducking and weaving between objects and furniture, Jax continued his mad dash through the tent. He passed Zooble, who just rolled their eyes and muttered a few onomatopoeia-censored words. That was the least of his concerns; the pissy redhead on his tail was a much bigger threat.

Ragatha could hear the occasional giggle escape him as he ran, either from anticipation or the fact she couldn’t catch him. She took it both ways, running just a bit faster in her attempts to catch him.

With the way he was running, he might’ve gotten away. That is, if he hadn’t tripped over a random plastic ball on the floor. Stupid Caine and his stupid ball pit adventure…

The doll girl pounced, quickly straddling him and pinning his arms above his head. Jax normally would’ve fought for his life, but the giddy adrenaline took over his mind, flooding his thoughts with things he’d never say out loud. Very…embarrassing-lee silly thoughts.

“I'll give you one last chance, cotton tail. Apologize and I'll spare you.” Ragatha smirked as she said it, making a claw and wiggling her fingers above his stomach.

Jax’s ears pinned back, his stomach reflexively sucking in at the sight of her clawed hand. He could have just apologized…but where was the fun in that? The guy had an image to protect, and he wasn’t about to surrender to her without a fight.

Seeing his determination to be a stubborn jerk, she touched the claw down on his stomach, digging in with all five wiggly fingers. “Fine, you asked for it!” Ragatha sounded extremely smug; he was honestly a bit impressed. Well, he would’ve been impressed, had he not been giggling like a little kid.

“Youhuhu lihitle- gehehet ohoff!” He tugged and tugged on his arms, trying to free himself. Her strength wasn’t a huge surprise; that was hardly the first time she’d attacked him. Still, could you blame him for trying?

Chuckling, she started to let her hand wander, moving up to his ribs. Ragatha knew exactly where to go to get him really laughing, but she wanted to give him a chance to apologize first. “I’ll get off when you say sorry.”

His ribs were about as bad as his stomach; they got him giggling, but not much other than that. Jax knew she was dragging it out. All he had to do was outlast her. “S-sohohorry you cahan’t tahahake a johohoke!”

“Ohoho, you’re getting it now, flatfoot.” Tired of his mouth, she went for his hips, drilling her plush thumbs into the divots. Jax squealed, bucking his hips and arching his back as she targeted his worst spot. “I’m done being nice. Now, Jax, apologize.”

Jax thrashed wildly in her grip, trying desperately to get away from the horribly ticklish sensation. “DOHOLL- crahap, RahagATHAHAHA!” She took small, five second pauses in between bouts of squeezing, not wanting to completely overwhelm him. He was her friend, regardless of his mouthy behavior. 

“Sorry Jax, but you’re literally asking for it. Just apologize and I’ll leave you alone.” Deciding to take things a step further, she released his hands, still drilling into his hip with the other. Ragatha took her newly-open hand up to his ears, scritching the bases of them. 

The rabbit was in stitches, unable to get a coherent word out through his laughter. The duality of his favorite most annoying spot versus his death spot was killer; he was torn between melting at the ear scritches and jumping out of his skin from the hip squeezes. While his hands were free, he didn’t have enough space in his mind to even think about using them.

His big feet thumped against the floor, his ears twitching as he frantically tried to escape. Raghatha only teased him, not backing down. “Aww, what’s wrong, Thumper? Does it tickle?” Ugh, those teases…

Finally, with mirthful tears forming in the corners of his eyes, he caved. Jax screeched through his frantic laughter, trying to get her to stop. “FIHIHINE! IHIHI’LL DO IHIHIT, JUHUST- STAHAHAP!”

Ragatha stopped tormenting his hips, moving both hands up to gently scratch his ears. While he did ask her to stop, she knew Jax loved the affection on his ears. “So, what do you have to say to me?”

He whined through his giggles, melting at the touch. Jax’s giggling got softer and airier, as if he were floating on cloud nine. If it were possible, he would’ve absorbed into the floor and hid until she got tired of looking for him. “Uhuhum…I-Ihi’m sohorry abohout the buhuhugs.”

She smiled, booping where his nose would’ve been for extra flair. “There you go, ya goof. Was that so hard?” The groan she got in return was priceless. 

Chuckling, she stood, leaving him on the floor in a giggly puddle. He’d be fine; besides, she wasn’t planning on sticking around while he regained his energy. Jax’s idea of payback was often much crueler than her own.

The tickle-drunk bunny laid there, trying to regain his composure. Ugh… Jax rubbed his ears, sitting up as his nerves buzzed with leftover sensations. He knew one thing for sure:

Ragatha was so dead when he found her…

[mysteriousdoll]

I'm realizing more and more there's a very bit difference between Taka fans.

You've got your um...'special' fans (yk, the types to woobify), the 'lookit this funny little guy, he's so weird and funky and silly', and the 'please please please i SWEAR he's more complex than people give him PLEASE take my little guy SERIOUSLY PLEASE'

i am curious if there's...any one thing we all agree on regarding taka. like, is there anything that no one is like 'hmm no that doesn't sound like taka'

[goodeye-cyborg]

Me: Hey we've got a variety of new special little guys we can fixate on, can you please please please pick one of them and move the hell on

My shitty brain that sucks: Teehee lookit

Me: hehehe

[badlibbing]

Initially I was gonna talk about this in my fandom list post, but figured it needs its own separate post because it's a doozy.

Have you heard of Mortasheen? Now you have! The official website is here, but if you're short on time I'll give you a rundown. Think D&D plus Pokémon, but with wacky mutant monsters and way fewer rules. It's an open-ended RPG with endless possibilities. Take your squad of weirdos across a surprisingly ecologically diverse world in the distant future, and try not to die while doing it. (No pressure, though; if you die you can just come back as a zombie, although there are some downsides to that...)

And now for a summary of each monster class!

Bioconstructs: The absolute base class of monsters, this is a broad category encompassing man-made abominations that don't fit into the more specific man-made classes. Just about every function you can think of is covered here— it's got fighters, sentries, laborers, livestock, entertainers— you name it, there's probably a Bioconstruct for it.

Arthropoids: Bug people!!! Possibly the best class overall, everyone else go home. But yeah, it's exactly what it sounds like. This specific category of man-made monsters consists of arthropods (and sometimes panarthropods) combined with human genetics, resulting in some versatile and badass creatures.

Vampirics: Ah, our first class not spawned by human shenanigans! These ancient abyssal assassins have risen up to stake their claim on our world, and they're not nice. But who knows, maybe you'll get one on your side?

Botanicals: These odd organisms of man-made origin are mixes of plant, fungus, and animal. Their unique physiology makes them quite resilient to physical damage, but be sure to keep them away from fire.

Ectosaurs: Powerful ghostly entities of uncertain origin. Most of them will only see you as prey, but if you play your cards right, they can make great allies.

Zombiespawn: Remember those zombies I mentioned? Sometimes they try to make babies, and usually that doesn't go too well, and we get these gross things as a result. What else would you expect from a barely-functioning body in a state of perpetual decay and regrowth?

Jokers: Despite not having man-made origins, these guys have a conspicuous resemblance to our idea of clowns and related goofy concepts. Oh, I'm sure it's just a coincidence... still, these gas-filled tricksters are a force to be reckoned with! It's better to have them as allies than enemies.

Unknown: Hey, where did these come from??? Nobody really knows, but they're strange and often dangerous. Watch your back.

Devilbirds: Ancient relics modeled after common human vices. Personally one of my least favorite classes due to (in my opinion) a lackluster execution of an interesting concept. Eh, they can't all be winners. In any case, don't get your hopes up for recruiting one of these monstrosities; most of them are pretty heartless!

Biomecha: Plain old Bioconstructs are sooooo last millenia... combining flesh with machinery is where it's at! That's what some monster trainers are saying, anyway. Time will tell if they're right.

Wormbrains: Now, this one is my actual least favorite class. It's just flesh puppets controlled by brain flukes. Credit where credit is due, the designs of some of these monsters are really cool (there's even some Junji Ito references in there)! I'm just not a fan of the concept.

Fectoids: These neat little guys are the ultimate bioweapons, able to shift between multicellular monster and microscopic swarm, taking on whichever state best suits the situation. It's fascinating! Hard to appreciate the ingenuity when you're being infected, though.

and last but not least...

Garbage: Well, some people would say they're the least, but I for one have a special place in my heart for these children of pollution and experiments-gone-wrong. We don't have mistakes, just happy accidents! Besides, this class holds perhaps my favorite Mortasheen monster of all time...

the Agblap! Lookit this little guy!!! Ain't it just the cutest thing?

Now that you're familiar with the basics, why not take a look at the website and see which monsters are your favorites? You can also check out the creator's main website for all kinds of interesting content! I don't know how to wrap up this post lol bye

[scenegraph]

smp rockman.exe: part two (rockman roundup + masterpost)

no need for jealousy, they’re still in-stock at bbts, which is a seller i’ve used many many times before and can recommend.

roll pt1 (general assembly notes) roll pt2 (more detailed size comparisons here) rockman (general assembly notes) special guest superstar dragonmarquise’s build of the fireman from this box

...presumably this means i should try to sell the gutsman here instead of on ebay, so that we can have blogs about all four.  he’s minty!  he’s $27+shipping!  message me if you’re interested and have a paypal~

caught up?  then on we go~

from left to right, we have 66 action rockman, smp rockman, and mah boi (singaporean rockman).  as with roll, smp rockman is shorter and sassier than the previous generation of very smol model kits.  lookit that wrist joint!  (megan nt warrior was, if anything, somehow less poseable than mah boi here despite being 1. larger 2. his shoulderpads not falling off in a light breeze.  still do not regret selling him on years ago, even though it means i can’t put him right next to smp rockman)

roll cannot hands-on-hips, i guess that’s what the extra bit of assembly was about.  however, she is still the only one who can hold things, and that bothers me. no parfait for u, rockman

i have been selling re-ment furniture onward for ages because nothing i have comes close to being able to use the squat, not-actually-1/12 proportions.  if it turns out the smp navis are in-range enough to use the chairs i s2g

to sum it up, they’re smol!  (roll is actually a biiiit smoller than rockman, and she doesn’t have the weird love handles that rockman got stuck with.  whY...?) they’re sassy!  (if anything rockman has the potential to be sassier than roll, since he can swing his arm out and hands-on-hips u for not going to bed at a reasonable hour.)  if you are waiting on kotobukiya roll, it might take a while, so content yourself in the meantime with this set.  go forth, order some cheapo godhand 125 nippers, and subject your thumbs to building these little guys.  you won’t regret it once the soreness fades away, i promise.

speaking of the singaporean model kits i hung onto, i have a hilaaaarious reveal to make when blues kit becomes reality.  there is a reason i aint never taken a picture of him.  come onnnnnnnnn announce moooooooore alreadyyyyy

[whatsabriard]

Watch With Me: Hart to Hart 2x11

I'm very excited to get back to this lil project. With the thanksgiving holiday firmly in the rear view, my evenings are something of my own again. If I could just keep myself from getting distracted with other projects...

Original Airdate: February 24, 1981

Synopsis: Stanley's evening at a singles bar ends with a murder, and it's up to Jonathan and Jennifer to find out who set him up.

Why this one?: One reason, and one reason only. The scene in the singles bar. You'll know the one I'm talking about. I lose my everloving shit every time I see this episode, as if I've never experienced it before.

Jennifer: I don't know if a tequila sunrise would actually do the trick. Jonathan: Really? What's more your speed. A volcano? Jennifer: Something a little stronger. Jonathan: Earthquake? Jennifer: Ooh, that sounds stimulating. How do you. make one of those? Jonathan: A dash of undulation, shake well and then... Jennifer: The earth moves? Jonathan: Hey hey.

undulation? IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?

This episode is about Stanley. Stanley goes to a disco. Stanley gets in trouble. And blessed be, the people in the disco are dancing like it's goddamn saturday night fever. But first.

Jonathan's gonna have a taste of that neck. He's a neck man. It's 10pm. $5 says someone convinces someone of an executive office quickie. Anyyyway,

Stanley is a goober but it's lucky that he meets a girl who is also a goober.

The bad guys need a fall guy and you can spell it S-T-A-N-L-E-Y.

peep the bill. 2 white wines at $2.69 each. A "big spender" is buying theplace a round. Which will cost what...a hundy?

At willow pond, J&J are watching The Thin Man ("serve the nuts") and eating boiled eggs in bed. They want to set Stanley up.

Cooking is important to a man. SOME men.

"You call apples, cheese, peanuts dinner?" You asked for the peanuts.

They're a horny duo but they absolutely love spending time together watching old movies and taking the piss out of each other. They are besties too, which makes their love so so real.

NOTE TO EVERYONE IN THE HART UNIVERSE - do not take "special drinks" made "just for you" from the strange bartender. It always ends badly.

This is the funniest prop ever. LOL "sales".

Stanley is not good at following instructions. Jonathan is about to stuff Stanley's tie in his big fat mouth.

This is it. Everybody shut up. THIS IS THE SCENE.

HOW ABOUT SOMETHING CLASSY LIKE A TEQUILA SUNRISE.

this cowboy just called jonathan dimples. WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY.

jennifer's leather pants.

WHY DOES IT GET FUCKING FUNNIER EVERY TIME I WATCH IT.

i can't breathe

help

the chains you guys. the chains. i'm crying.

this chick is just sitting there teasing her hair.

Jonathan lost $3500 playing poker and he just...writes a personal check for it.

In the car, Jennifer runs a brush through her hair and her curls brush perfectly out into her signature coiffure. fucking movie magic.

why did jonathan use a personal check and not bring cash. not very incognito since now the killers know he works with Stanley. Yeesh.

"HEY WAIT, DON'T TAKE MY ALIBI!" stanley screams when someone in scuba gear yanks the bartender off the dock and pulls him under the water. LOL

But then he ends up with another body.

I just love that they have all these outfits just...in their closet. Because then we get such great outfits.

This is just a costume porn episode. That's why I love it.

So the harts go to a fancy dinner and Max, the sneaky devil, takes the magic glasses and goes to a poker game. Where he figures out you can use the fancy glasses to cheat.

why do they put the dealer's hand on the screen? He knows what he has?

so we all know max is about to get into trouble, right?

Apparently the Harts came home from their fancy dinner and went straight to bed without realizing a car was missing and Max wasn't home.

Guess, JUST GUESS how they were occupied.

Lookit Jonathan's FLY member's only jacket.

high speed boat and jet-ski chase.

what even.

"I guess you'd say you're beached."

[julie-su]

What doth my sensitive ears pick up on... People in the tags, asking for an explaination? Very well...

So; this is ultimately the climax of the 'Green Knuckles' shenanigans. What's a Green Knuckles, you may ask? Well, a green Knuckles (or Chaos Knuckles, some may call him, when we're not being facetious) is what you get when you 'microwave a baby' - you've heard of this joke, yes? THAT whole joke is based on Knuckles' father subjecting Knuckles' egg to the chaos siphon - which culminates here.

(Sonic the Hedgehog Issue 90)

Knuckles transforms into this form after having a building cave in on him, Antoine's father, and Yanar. I won't dwell on it for too long, (The years of Green Knuckles deserves a post in of itself, really) - I mostly just wanted to let it be known that the 'Green Knuckles' stuff happens before his death and foray into the afterlife.

"That's all very well, then, but how does he die!?"

Oh, that's easy to answer!

He explodes. To death. (Issue 118)

... You know what, you can have the final page of 118.

... I love this comic so much. I really, really, really love this Aurora-damned comic.

Aurora?! We'll get there! Skip along to issue 121... Which is where this post begins. Julie-Su, Simon, Floren-Ca, Mighty, Vector (wearing those damn headphones), Espio, Komi-Ko, Remington, Lara-Le, Locke, and Wynmahcer show up to listen to Kali-Ca call our dearly departed Knuckles a Man Child.

Mm.

Proud Man-Child.

And folks, he was the Echidna Legal Age! ... Look, these comics have a ... Habit... Of spamming you with random worldbuilding through every corner. It's charming most of the time, but other times, it just leaves your brain screaming as you try to cram it all in. You're probably at the head-spinning part right now, if this is your first time.

And OH MY GOD, HE'S A GHOST! ... AND HE'S STILL GREEN!

AND-- Okay, I can't riff on this one. This is so COOL. LOOK, IT'S ALL OF THE PAST GUARDIANS! We've got Moonwatcher, Rembrandt, Steppenwolf himself, Jordan, Harlan, Tobor's wearing Hawking's hat -- SQUEE -- Janelle-Li, Hawking as mentioned, and Aaron.. ... I'm sorry, I have to squee once more about the hat. Just.. Let me have this... LET ME HAVE THIS!!!!!

In issue 100, we see Tobor die, and move on into this 'evolution', they call it. Lookit his lil 'T' on his shirt. N'aww.

We also get to see Hawking beckoned into this Evolution on his deathbed in Super Sonic Special 14. ERMAGERD IT'S STEPPENWOLF!

OkayOKAYOKAY, I'm .. Almost done squee'ing... -Sigh- look, I wouldn't be here explaining this stupid green monotreme arc to you if I didn't genuinely and unabashedly love this series, eh?!

BACK TO 121!

I'll be honest - this one's just in here because I love Jans so much. LOOK, IT'S JANELLE-LI!

The Brotherhood of Guardians (That's the Guardian family) are highly connected to the Chaos Force, and when they pass on, they live on in a higher plane of existence, until Aurora calls them onwards.

-Ahem- Right.. Aurora!

N'aww, lookit Moonwatcher's happy little face. Hey, pa, you've been serving time the longest, the heralds have come to collect you! .. Waaait, no, they've come for the new guy.... Ooooh. Better luck next time, it'll only be a few more hundreds of years. .. I think Aurora is playing the worst prank on these poor suckers. Imagine living with your family and nobody else, for centuries. Mm! Fun! A friend of mine calls this 'Overtime', which makes me giggle.

ISSUE 122! AURORA!

WHAT A NERD!

Also, baby microwavin'. Thanks, Locke, for your contribution.

I told you this is the culmination of the Green Knuckles stuff! Aurora runs down the how's and why's, but we're not here for that. I just know you little suckers like that joke.

Yadda yadda, two more issues to explain how, why, what, when - ONTO 124!

You can have this picture for free, if the concept of 'Knuckles is dead' still tickles you. I know it does me.

"You exploded violently, Knuckles! Like a nuke!"

And thank goodness, we've sorted this out. ZOOP! No longer green! IT's only been ... A few years in Real-World time... Woof.

Er ma gerd, it's Athair! YOLT!

Blablah.. Next issue, 125...

Knuckles chats with Athair and Aurora.. He's back to life, baby!

Aaand...

HE'S BACK, FOLKS! And he's red!

And..

Well.. That's all!

-Quack-

daily reminder that vector wore headphones to knuckles's funeral

[karltface]

Why yes, yes it is.

I've completed another exchange with my man in IA, and this one's pretty solid. Here we go!

I'm starting off with the assorted scrap first. Some of the missiles are oddly familiar- possibly a Kenner line. The purple pistol feels like Skeleton Warriors or something- definitely Playmates. The cannon is Multimac, a line of modular vehicle bits I used to love, since they were dirt cheap at Market Six stores, and look great. Got the clip for a Sky Commanders Bomb Blast, a sort of battery-operated bomb-dropping thingy that ran on a line between whatever you could find to attach it to. I'm lost on the backpack- it's not GI Joe or Corps!, but has a short 3mm peg.

In terms of action figures, I landed another Robotix dude- Carson Graves, if I'm not mistaken. A couple Super Hero Squad figures will fill out the Trinket Fund this Halloween, and Tiny E-Frame is just fun. No pilot, no missiles, just a well-sculpted Mobile Air/Land Command suit that takes up very little shelf space.

Inaction figures! We got a sloth that either wants a hug, or is dancing. Three "thumb wrestlers" hail from the early aughts, although the full-body one feels like a GeneriCo. Sting is obvious, but the other guy has a strange likeness that resembles a few stars of the era. I'm blanking out here, it's been a while. Brainiac 5 is from Legion of Superheroes. Feels like a fast food premium, maybe? The Pichus are pencil toppers from the late 90s. Eggo pack-ins, if I remember. Cute.

And the straight-up figurines, all superheroes. Two Eaglemoss Batmen, a Wolverine that looks to be a game token, and an odd golden Superman. They're not my bag, but again, Trinket Fund.

In a category by himself, we have Beetle. Far and away the best thing to come out of McDonald's Beast Wars promotion, this thing is absolutely adorable in beast mode, and has remarkable personality in 'bot mode. Lookit his little tusks! He's angry!

Also of special note is Absorbing Man's head. I intend to build a Michael Berryman toy, you see, and, well, look at it. That's a good start if I ever saw one.

And finally, Eye Guy. This one's staying packaged for a time, since he's actually project material. The long and short of it is, this is a competently engineered toy with fun features and a great sculpt. But they couldn't fit both the eyes and the paint wash into the budget, so rather than doing the sane thing and choosing one or the other, they half-assed both, reserving them for the front and the extremities respectively. And thus I will begin my first foray into actual paint washes.

Well, it's been another adventure. These boxes don't come around too often, but they're worth the wait.

[ahogedetective]

"Lookit, lookit! It's your other brethren, Shuichi! Haha~!!" Kaito is as excited as ever as he points to one of the nearby tanks, the thick glass nearly reaching the ceiling. He's taken the birthday boy to an aquarium! Kaito oohs and aahs as he watches a koi and a goldfish swimming around together before being distracted by some octopus, the astronaut practically having his face pressed against the glass as he tries to get an even closer look!

"I can't believe there's so much of the ocean that we haven't discovered yet. Isn't that wild?! There's so many amazing, little guys like these that we haven't even seen before!" It's when he turns to look back at the detective that he gives a loud gasp when he notices something a little ways away, grabbing Shuichi's hand and excitedly rushing over to the tide pool area! The enclosure is much smaller than the rest of the exhibits and there are no glass barriers, letting guests reach in and lightly pet those that are inside!

"They have sea stars in here! Oh! Haha, Taka's come to wish you a happy birthday too! Here, I'll get a picture with the three of us together~!" Kaito then positions himself so he's right next to Shuichi, making sure the sea urchin behind them is in full view before reaching for his phone and taking the picture! However, when he's done he puts his phone away but then pulls Shuichi closer, bringing him into a tight embrace as his voice softens.

"I know an aquarium probably wasn't the first place you would think of for a birthday celebration, but I'm glad I can spend some time with you on your special day. Happy birthday, my shining star."

"Ohhh, very funny, you. Hahaha." He laughs with him, Shuichi looking just as excited as he stares at that tank with him! Kaito taking him out on a date to the aquarium, was a very delightful surprise. Seeing Kaito look so excited couldn't help but make him giggle, finding it so adorable. And as he watches the many types of aquatic life swim about, he was having just as much fun, too.

At Kaito's question, he nods his head. "Right...? The ocean is so vast... there are probably still hundreds, if not thousands, of sea animals that have yet to be discovered. I know exploring the deeper depths is very difficult, but I'm sure that in the future, we'll be able to enjoy more and more different kinds of fish we never knew existed!" Then when Kaito turns around and makes that gasp, he tilts his head, about to ask him what he saw before giving a small noise of surprise when Kaito grabs his hand and starts rushing to the direction of the tide pool area! "Oh-!!"

Then when he also peers inside and sees the sea stars and sea urchins, he can see why he rushed over here, emitting a gasp of awe as his eyes follow them. "Yeah...! I wonder how they'd feel if you touched them... ah, hehehe, you're right! What are you doing here, Taka? Oh, yes-!" He quickly leans in and gets into position for the photo, giving a bright smile as he does a small wave. At the embrace, he emits a soft gasp, as he quietly listens.

"Kaito..." A light red dusts his cheeks, and his heart flutters at his words. Immediately, he hugs him back, just as tightly. "Silly..." He hums, one hand going to slowly rub his back. "That's exactly why I loved today so much. It was a wonderful surprise, to have been brought here. I don't come to aquariums that often, so I was so excited to see all the different sea animals, today! Even seeing some I never have, before... and of course, you being with me, made today all the more fun and special. I'm so happy I could celebrate and spend time today with you, too. Thank you, Kaito: I love you so much. This is why you'll always be my light. You made me feel so loved and special, like you always do."

Leaning up, he plants a soft kiss to his lips. The gaze he looks at him with, the smile he gives; both were filled with the kind of love, happiness, and warmth that only Kaito could ever receive. Truly, this was one of the best birthdays he's had. But Kaito was always able to help make it be. Today, truly will be an unforgettable day for him. "Now..." He leans far back enough in the hug, so that he can cup both of Kaito's hands in his own. And giving them a small, playful swing, he adds: "Let's continue enjoying today to the very fullest, shall we?"

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Barky's

Part Three of If You Can’t Take the Heat

The Original | Masterlist | Roll With It

Pairing: Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto x Reader

Rating: M (though it may have explicit chapters in the future)

Notes: Not beta-read. Chapters are more loosely connected than solidly structured.

Warnings: Fluff, mostly; cursing. A lot of cursing.

Summary: You’re halfway through the night before you notice him. Well—Notice them. Carmy’s tucked away in a little booth, glancing between the two people he’s with, and you.

It had started as Barkeep’s—a little bar that other neighborhood bartenders would go to to unwind. But with the thick accent many of the patrons sported, the sometimes slurred mumble of someone on the phone home to tell their wives where it was, it got shortened to Barky’s. The name change had been made official back in the 80s—which was the last time anything about the fuckin’ place had been updated.

The bartop is a dingy brown formica that’s probably always looked like shit. The stools are covered in red vinyl, peeling around the edges, and under around the seats turn. The booths are covered with the same material. The tables have crude messages carved into ‘em; the surfaces are ringed permanently from where people have ignored coasters, or used them as frisbees to whack at their friends across the bar. 

The patrons are mostly older guys, barfly regulars, but you and Frankie have been working to bring in more people—newer people. There’s room for growth in the damn place, you both know it. And tonight, you’re proving it.

It started with one of your friends coming in and asking for one of your favorite drinks—a Ramos Gin Fizz. It’s a finicky little recipe, but one that you can manage quickly enough. Frankie takes a video of you tapping the glass on the counter, and the rise of foam lifting above the glass’ rim before stabilizing around the straw, and posts it to their story, then their twitter, then the bar’s instagram. 

It’s only a few minutes before people begin to trickle in, asking for the foam drink. 

“How much is that?” One of them asks. They’re on the younger side for the bar—mid 20s, if you had to guess. You know what they’re probably paying at other bars—far lower than the menu’s average drink price of $6. 

“Special’s on the menu for $15,” You tell them. They don’t even flinch, just nod and ask for two. 

“On it.” 

You’re halfway through the night before you notice him. Well—Notice them. Carmy’s tucked away in a little booth, glancing between the two people he’s with, and you. You lower your eyes to the drink you’re making, trying to block out the glare of a few people filming you on your their camera, no doubt making a post for Instagram. You lightly tap the bottoms of two glasses against the counter, smiling at the slow, “Whooooooa—AYYY!” That arises from the group around you as the foam rises above the glass, and stabilizes. 

“Alright, alright,” You chuckle, passing them over to the people across the counter and taking the proffered cash. “Who’s next here, huh?” 

-- 

“Hey.” 

In the ten minutes since your break has started, you’ve hoped that Carmy might come over and say hi, but instead, you wince at the sound of your boss’ voice. 

“Sup, Mack?” 

“The hell do you and Frankie think you’re doing?” 

“Our jobs?” 

“Look,” Mack braces one hand on the back of the booth, the other on the table. “Lookit me for a sec.” 

You brace yourself, setting your water down before you do as he asks. Mack is a short man, with a square jaw buried beneath his bulging cheeks. His eyes are beady and small, and dark as he peers at you through his thick-rimmed glasses—Aviators that he probably got back in the 80s, wore through the period when they went out of style, and then came back in again. 

“We don’t do those things here. You wanna make your fancy drinks, you can find somewhere else on the avenue to do that.” He softens just a touch, though you force your expression to remain flat. “The people that come in here are good people. They like you. I know you like them.”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with liking or not liking. You’ve got good space here, Mack, you could be doing more. Adding more stuff to the menu isn’t gonna stop anyone from getting their usual. If you treat the customers like numb-nut beer-swillers, then that’s how they’re gonna order.” 

Mack’s lips press into a thin line. 

“Watch it, alright? And don’t charge that much for a special again.” 

“They paid it,” You point out, turning back to your fries. 

“...Just don’t,” Mack sighs tiredly, straightening and wandering away. You pick at your fries, stomach twinging with irritation and inadequacy. You huff, standing and bringing the plate back to the counter.

“I’ll be back in five,” You lean over and tell Frankie. “Just need some air. You good?” 

“I got it,” Frankie reassures, waving you away. “Five minutes.” 

You smile, pursing your lips and blowing them an air kiss before heading out the front door. The scent of cigarette smoke catches on your nose, and you absently turn toward it. You freeze when you find Carmy there, cigarette in hand, brows raised in surprise. Neither of you move for a moment, each staring at the other like a deer in headlights. 

“...Hi,” You greet finally. 

“Hey.” 

You walk a little closer, shoving your hands in your pockets. 

“Come to check the place out?” You ask, nodding back toward the door. 

“Yeah. I didn’t uh—That is, I didn’t know you'd be working tonight. Just wanted to take a look.” 

“It’s only fair. I saw your workplace, now you’ve seen mine.” 

“Yeah.” Carmy nods, then lowers his head as he raises his cigarette to his lips. You’re ready to excuse yourself, to take a walk around the block to clear your head, but before you can, he says, “That drink, the gin fizz.” 

“Yeah?”

“That shit was fire. It’s actually why we um—Fak saw it on Instagram.” 

You smile, shifting from foot to foot.

“You all get one?” 

“Richie got beer.” 

“Mm.” 

“He was missin’ out. But maybe next time, right?” 

You smile a touch bitterly. “I doubt it.” 

“Why’s that?” 

You pull in a short breath, wincing. “Mm…Long story.” 

“...Wanna tell it to me tomorrow?” 

You brows raise. It’s been nearly a week since your first date, and communication between the two of you has been pretty scant. 

“Think you can wait that long without the suspense killing you?” You tease.

Carmy shrugs. 

“I can try.”

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[a-hazbin-spider]

That’s a shake of his head. Absolutely not. Actually made him laugh just thinking about it. Though, that might look just a tad self deprecating, not that it matters much, he’d come to terms being a dummy years ago. Sometimes it sells a little when he needed to ‘play dumb’ so, things worked out. “Not by a long shot. I don’t think I even did them… whole ‘required’ six years I was s’posed to. My brother already had things squared away, n’ well Molls was special. Y’know how things go wit’ that..!” Seriously-, evidently not. He’s such a dolt.

“I been called a lotta things, smart ain’t really one of em.” A small chuckle interrupts. “You’s might be the first to say somethin like that, Vox. Heh! Barely know how to read! Think it’s a surprise to most people that I can.”

Whoops his cheeks are looking a little pink- even with the velvety fur, he can’t hide the flushing. Since when was he ever bashful? That is not his usual role, thank you very much! “Profittin’ th’ big guy is what I do best, what can I say? But, I been trained on dis stuff fer years. Not a lotta room t’fuck up. And- y’know, suckin’ dick, suckin’ up- most of it’s actin’ anyway. And- well… I had t’be good. Heh- you know how he gets when I fuck up..! Um. Thanks, though. If you really need, I can probably give yer stars a lil performance or somethin’.”

His eyes fall back to the screen after his eyes had been cast away. That was- kind of cool. And the guy could write things out in his head?! He could like- go on autopilot, so to speak, make himself check out if he was in some bullshit. Not a guarantee, he slipped out every so often. That’d be so cool if he could just text Cherri or something during the act.

“I’ll be damned twice, lookit that..! Oh- err, don’t worry about that, really! Gotta say, I ain’t thought much about that. Projection or not, s’pretty. But, you can just, make emails n’ stuff without nothin’ else? Shit. No wonder you’re on top. You’s smart n got control over shit you don’t even touch. That’s incredible.”

“Four years? Wow- shit, you’s like… real smart- I kinda forget about the whole college thing sometimes. Heh! You can prolly guess about how much school I went to, eh?” A few short laughs bubble from his chest. But, it wasn’t at Vox! He had actually meant every word about him being smart, one might say he’s impressed!

Hell, he was. School was always more s box to check for his Pops before he could get into the business all hours. And, of course, with all the work he had to do- just with the front of the business, he was pretty much allowed to be out of there to work when his Pops said. (The man didn’t hardly need to use any connections or threats to get his way).

Not to say he minds, especially not now. Vox showing a fondness, and an eye for the city: it was something to behold. His laugh too, it was such a pretty sound to hear, something less imposing or sarcastic. Though, Vox’s praises sent warmth right through him. It wasn’t like the guy needed to gain anything, but then again, he hadn’t needed to put that hand over his either. Naturally, Angel responds to it like any self respecting individual: with a mirthful laugh and a playful hearty swat to his unoccupied shoulder. “Stawp it~! Ain’t gotta flatter me! Though, I guess you can say I understand workin’ wit’ amateurs! Nobody said it’d be easy!”

He certainly had a bit of training.

Next time Tom took a turn around his corner, Angel was pretty sure he wouldn’t see him quite the same. Once upon a time he and Vox were equals. Tried a few nights together. Heh- the guy lucked out! But as far as luck went… Angel’s smile falters. Right. Valentino. Rough man on all accounts. Unless he’s got the wrong idea. So, Val was his second?

“Oh yeah. I could be near comatose an’ still have the guy down. Don’t mean I’m exactly a fan of when- err! Either way, you must be someone special. Plenty of admirers, an’ Val- always wants me at my best when you’re around, y’know?”

[fanficsandfluff]

The Snyder Cut: Headcanons (mostly of the tickly nature)

Bruce Wayne (Batman) ~ Batfleck, my love

He’s such a lover boy, and I can say that though I don’t exactly know how to explain what I mean. You just gotta understand.

He cares so strongly about EVERYONE. e v e r y o n e. Alfred, fucking loves the guy, jokes with him. The fucking “This is Alfred, I work for him.” MY MAN, STOP!

I think he just really wants to get along with everyone and wants everyone to get along in general.

But he lowkey crushes on Diana (at least in his mind, he’s keeping it lowkey, but we all see what’s happening)

I love the idea of this big hunk of a man getting soft with someone like Diana. 

She makes him genuinely laugh this one time by saying something funny, and then they’re both laughing together. 

Bruce definitely has one of those laughs where he throws his head back and shit and you can see his like Adam’s apple bobbing and everything.

But that’s if he’s really laughing.

And he has loud “HA”’s that are like really short but loud and then he kinda just snickers to himself for a while, holding his stomach.

And dude, the scene in freaking uhh… i think it’s BvS I’m not 100% (maybe i fucking imagined it who knows) where she like comes over to him and is fixing his wound….. tickle scenario hand picked from the gods right there

I can see a whole, “Woah!” from Bruce when Diana traces her fingers on some sensitive skin. And that Gal Godot smile is on her in an INSTANT. 

Bruce will laugh if he’s with the right person. Like I headcanon that if he’s being tickled, he will laugh if it’s done by Diana or Barry, then like he’ll be forced to laugh if it’s Clark bc he overpowers the poor bat, but then he just has these hilarious bouts of angry growls and chuckles if Arthur is going after him. 

I can’t even write about Batfleck being a ler because I will literally explode, so I’m done here 

(((((butseriouslyifanyonewantstotalklerbatfleckwithmehmuplz)))))

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) 

I know the GIF isn’t from ZSJL but just let me live, ok? (Also I couldn’t find the one of Gal wiggling her fingers YOU KNOW THE ONE I’M TALKING ABOUT)

First off, Gal is the most horrible queen of giggles. I’ve seen those blooper reels. My god, girl, how do you keep getting hired?

SHE HAS SUCH A BIG SMILE IT’S LIKE THE ROCK IDK HOW THEIR TEETH AND MOUTH GET SO WIDE LOOKING

Diana will start tickle fights without a doubt.

She’s already very trustful and I also feel pretty handsy with people, especially those she may feel close to. So if she’s playful, you best watch out.

Her favorite targets are Bruce and Barry. I will not take criticism. Diana attacking Barry and reducing him to panicky shrieky laughs is my #1 thought. It’s not even living rent free, I’m commissioning it to be there.

Diana is one to laugh with her victims. She will wreck them and have a great time doing so. 

She’ll be ticklish if she wants to be, but it isn’t often she gets pinned and tickled or anything like that.

The guys try to stay away from her or not go after her with tickles for fear of retaliation.

AQUAMAN, CYBORG, SUPERMAN, AND THE FLASH UNDER THE CUT

Arthur Curry (Aquaman)

So…. my man isn’t really ticklish. I really don’t think he is, I feel like his Atlantean genes make his skin a special kind of hard, if that makes sense?

THAT BEING SAID ARTHUR IS THE BIGGEST LER OMGGG

He’ll try and act all cool and ‘whatever’ around the League cuz that’s kind of his persona.

But he slowly gets to like them more and more and his playful side starts to come out.

He’ll tickle Barry out of pure annoyance. Like if Barry makes any kind of comment, he’ll just point his finger out and get that glint in his eye and Barry is sprinting for the hills.

Here’s my favorite headcanon: Arthur will tickle Bruce because he knows it pisses him off when he does it. Bruce will fight back and keep Arthur in his sights at all time and curse and growl at him. And Arthur thinks it’s hilarious.

Arthur as a ler will taunt and tease until the cows come home

“Huh, big guy? What’s that? Ahawww that’s what I thought!... Not so fast/tough/etc. now!... I will wreck you.”

Victor Stone (Cyborg)

Unfortunately… not ticklish. :(

But this boy has the sweetest laugh you will ever hear, and I will die on that hill. 

Now that he has friends (superpowered friends, no less), he can slowly come alive and be himself. 

I can see Victor not getting involved in tickle fights at first, but at a certain point he’ll be all like, “Okay, step aside so we can do this right” and just PIN THE SHIT OUT OF WHOEVER IS BEING TICKLED. His extra robot arms are killer!

Okay, when he laughs for the first time in front of the group, there’s that cliche moment of pause where everything stops and everyone just stares and listens to him. It’s so rare to hear him laugh because the poor kid barely even smiled around them in the beginning. 

He SMIRKS

Now hear me out on this…

Okay, so half a face. Great. Weird. We love it. But you can see all of mischievous Victor when the guy SMIRKS. You see his eye squint and you can swear his robot eye gets a gleam of a different color. 

Wait honestly as I was writing that, the thought of Victor’s eye and like his apparatus changing color based on his mood is golden.

Me sitting here, lowkey wishing Victor’s robot body had some kind of cuddly mode like Baymax lmfaoooo 

Like the defense mode his body went into when he was around resurrected Supes, but for cuddles and being cute.

Clark Kent (Superman)

I was debating even including any headcanons for Superman bc I don’t care about him much, honestly.

I am v happy they kept in the whole ‘him staring at Flash through the speed storm’ scene bc I laughed so hard at that the first time i saw Josstice League in the theater. 

Also I didn’t really like the black superman costume??? I’m not a comic buff, so I’m assuming that’s why. I am like the one person who missed the color from the Josstice League cut. Don’t miss the stupid red sky in the finale, but I miss every other ounce of color that was just SUCKED right out of the Snyder Cut.

Clark and Bruce are besties now, I don’t make the rules. Bruce bought the man his house back. By buying the bank. He’ll take care of him.

And I’ve always simped for those two ever since BvS, bc I’ve already written like two fics where they tickle each other. 

Clark overpowering Bruce to tickle the shit out of him makes me so happy lol. Big strong boy Batfleck looking thiccc over here… but put him against Superman and he’s donezo. Because as mentioned earlier, I do think Bruce is pretty ticklish. 

But Clark can have his lee side when he’s feeling nice

He’s got that mighty chuckle, almost like how Thor might laugh. 

And he really likes getting involved in tickle fights with the League. He knows all of them are sorta afraid of him on the daily anyway, but have that power added to a tickle fight and it’s fun as hell. 

He’s gotten taken down by them ONCE. And I mean exactly (1) O N C E.

They all teamed up. Bing, bang, boom. Pinned him to the floor and they each took an area of skin and fucking SQUEEZED AND WIGGLED. They were trying to incapacitate him as quickly as possible. And dangummit, he laughed a lot! Like Clark realized just how ticklish he could feel if he wanted to feel it. 

And don’t even get me started on Lois, he’s big on getting her to giggle and she likes toying with him and running her hands all over his body (bc who wouldn’t?)

Barry Allen (The Flash)

I waited to write about Barry last because I have so much to say about this character....

and then I fell asleep and waited until the next day to write anything down about him so now I’m totally not in the mood and I forgot all the salient points I was planning on making.

fuck you, michelle.

I got a weird relationship with this character. He was mad annoying in the Josstice League. Thank goodness they trimmed his bad jokes down.

But now....

when he got hurt at the end and he was like crying and shit oh my god I wanted to hug him

His character got so... good

And I’m now at the right age where I can think about myself in a relationship with this character with no changes or shame

We both out here trying to find that one good job after college and everything

BARRY JUST WANTS FRIENDS, GUYS

HE’S THAT CUTE

And then he got this whole found family schtick with the Justice League!!! Lookit him!!! Thriving!

He has total little brother energy

like, pesky little brother. Bothers everyone, looks over people’s shoulders while they’re deep in thought or concentrating on something.

Asks a lot of questions.

All the more reason for the gang to want to tickle the shit out of him.

Barry just reads like a super ticklish lee. Like his whole character.

Maybe touch starved because he said he needed friends, and I don’t think he has siblings??? (sorry if i’m wrong about that, comic fans)

I already named some of my fav headcanons about him getting tickled by like Diana and such, and I’m sticking with it.

Barry does flee. He runs away with super speed.... but sometimes he just kinda wants the tickles so he lets them have at him. 

The chase is all part of the fun with tickling Barry, though. That’s what makes it so entertaining. And Barry isn’t afraid to be a little shit about it either. He will super-speed around his pursuers and poke their sides and tickle them back really quickly before they even know what’s happening. 

Barry doesn’t exactly hold back his laughter lol. He’ll protest and scream and squirm like crazy, but once he’s actually tickled, he loses it.

Pure boy. With funny ass facial expressions.

And it really doesn’t help that I never realized just how hot Ezra Miller is, even though I heard he’s not a great person irl. Oh well.

THAT’S ALL FOLKS!

Please please let me know if y’all have things to add, to squee over, to question me about... please. anything. i’m here for you. thanks for reading, guys!

[thiswasinevitableid]

Demonic Intervention (Indruck)

Prompt for the 7th: “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” - The Tempest (William Shakespeare). This fill is NSFW

It can't get much worse. 

Indrid is barely scraping by. He can count his friends in town on one hand. He’s gay in a tiny, rural community and one of the few men like him is a goddamn priest. His house is a mess. And his every waking moment is filled with the demons of his past or the devils lurking in his future. There are so many of them in his present too, roaming the streets of Kepler. 

What’s one more in the mix?

He lights the stubby black candle by the bed, scratches the symbols on the floor, and retreats into his cocoon of blankets to wait.

--------------------------------------------

Duck hates when it’s his turn on the summoning shifts. All this ancient knowledge and power and he’s stuck waiting to see if some yahoo in a graveyard or a wannabe cult leader will call him up into the world. 

He has brambles that need pruning, damn it. 

His name isn’t well known among humans, so he only gets summoned if someone is just rooting around for a demonic entity without caring who they get. He’s only been summoned twice in the last hundred years. The tingle in his horns tells him it’s about to be three. 

The room he arrives in is gloomier than any graveyard; the lights are off, the curtains are shut, and the place looks like it got hit by a tornado with a grudge. By the light of the candle, a pale-haired head emerges from the blankets of the small bed. A hand reaches for the floor, comes back with a pair of red glasses.

“Greetings, infernal one. Thank you for answering my summons.” The man’s voice is flat.

“Even demons got manners. So, uh, what’s the job?”

“There are so many dishes in the sink that the thought of doing them is an insurmountable task. Please do them for me.”

“...You realize I’m takin somethin’ from you for this, right? Like a piece of soul or a month of your life?”

“Mmmm” The man rolls over and says nothing else. 

“A day of your life for this.” Duck feels like he should haggle more, but then he’d had to pretend he actually thought a higher price was fair. 

“I accept your terms.” A crackle of green and black electricity flickers in the air in the form of  Duck’s signature and the other man’s name: Indrid Cold.

“Pleasure doin’ business with you.” 

Indrid says nothing. Duck is sure to wash and dry before he goes. 

The next day he’s summoned to the exact same room, in the exact same state of depressing mess. 

“Greetings, infernal one. Please clean this room.”

“Same terms?”

“Mmhmm” Indrid is just staring at the ceiling. 

“You gotta say you accept.”

“I accept.” 

Duck snaps, turning on the light, and gets to work. Technically he could do all this with a wave of his hand. But then he’d lose his chance to learn a little more about the guy who’s settled on demonic deals instead of a maid service. It’s the opposite of the usual problem he has in these kinds of situations, where the humans reveal their deepest secrets, desires, and fears within five minutes of meeting him. 

The records he stacks near their player, the clothes all go in the hamper to be magicked clean, then are hung in the closet; they’re loose and soft, not a scratchy fabric to be found. Tarot cards and candles abound, as do art supplies, and under a pile of drawings he finds magazines featuring muscular, hairy men in various sexual positions. Some of them even look like his preferred human form, the one he’s wearing now. 

He glances at the bed; Indrid is on his side, facing him, must have been watching him at some point but has dropped into a restless sleep. The blankets are slipping, showing a The Sonics tank top hanging off skinny shoulders. Right, that was one of the bands in the record stack. 

Duck doesn’t tend to pry into souls or auras or shit like that; there are whole heaps of trouble that lay that direction. But as he flicks the dust from the bookshelf covered in paperbacks, he feels the edges of Indrids and nearly falls on his ass from the wave of exhaustion and loneliness. 

When it’s time to go, he pauses to pull the blankets back up around him, sets his glasses on the bedside table, and turns the calendar on the wall from “September 1974” to “October 1974.”

When he’s summoned right back to Indrid’s room the next evening, he spots the same tank top on him as he sits up in bed.

“Greetings infernal one.”

“You can just call me ‘Duck’. It’s a nickname.” 

“Oh” Indrid blinks, perplexed, “very well. I, ah, there are some bills that need to be paid to keep the lights on.”

“You need the money for them?”

“No, just for someone to fill out the forms and checks and put them in the mail.”

“Okay. But my fee’s a little different this time: you gotta tell me when you last ate.”

“I accept. I ate this morning.”

Duck snaps his fingers

“Two days ago!” Indrid yelps, then slaps his hands over his mouth. He glares, “why does it matter?”

“Because while I’m payin those bills, you’re eatin’ dinner.”

“Everything in the fridge is disgusting and I can’t go to the store.” 

Duck takes the short trip out to the kitchen, opens the fridge to the new sound of Indrid’s footfalls behind him. 

“You got lots of decent stuff in here; could make you some eggs?”

“No, thank you.” Indrid shakes his head, looking a bit ill. 

“Well, what do you want? I can summon it up.”

“I’m out of Lucky Charms.” The humans says sheepishly, staring at his bare feet. 

A fresh box of cereal appears on the table, Duck pulling out the half empty bottle of milk. He thinks back to the drawings he saw yesterday and conjures a bowl covered in a pattern of brightly colored moths. 

He gathers the stack of bills of while hearts, stars, and horseshoes rattle into the bowl. After a few moments of crunching he hears, “May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“Why is your nickname Duck? Does that word mean something else in demonic speech?”

Duck stuffs paper into envelopes, “Nah. It’s, uh, kinda silly but, uh, most demons learn how to take on an animal form. When it was my turn, they asked me which I wanted and, uh, I said I wanted to try bein’ a duck. Liked it so much I stayed that way for three months.”

There’s an odd, strangled sound that makes him look up; Indrid has one hand over his mouth and is shaking with little squeaks. He’s laughing. 

“I’m, I’m s-sorry but, but I, I cannot get over the image of you as a little, feathery waterbird.”

Duck smirks, “Only part that ever gave me trouble was the quackin’; always came out too deep.”

He just manages to pull the envelopes back as milk comes out the human’s nose and he giggles uncontrollably. 

“Ow, ow, heeh, oh g-goodness, I’m s-sorry I, I just haven’t laughed in so long, ugh, there’s milk on my shirt-”

“Guess you’re gonna need to shower now too.” 

“Nono, I can just change-”

Duck waves the bills back and forth, “Uh uh, if you want me to actually put these in the mailbox, you gotta agree to shower.”

“But that’s changing the terms!”

“Demon.” Duck grins. 

“Very well. Let me finish my dinner first.” Indrid scarfs the rest of the cereal, pads back towards the bedroom while Duck cleans the table. He waits to hear water running before going to the mailbox. When he gets back he sticks his head into the steamy bathroom.

“I’m gonna go now.”

“Oh, alright. Thank you again.” Indrid pokes his head out from the shower curtain and Duck resists the temptation to make the whole barrier disappear just for a peak. What can he say? He’s always liked his humans a bit unique looking. 

He draws a special sigil in the steamed-up mirror and heads for home. 

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Indrid sets the candle on the table, lights it, adds the symbol he found in the mirror, and then starts unpacking his groceries. 

“Lookit you doin’ chores.” The whiff of burnt pine needles accompanies Duck’s voice and draws the tension from Indrid’s shoulders. 

“I’ll have you know I swept today as well.” Indrid turns and crunches the bag of potato chips in his fists; Duck hasn’t put his horns or claws away, and his shirt is half unbuttoned. 

“Caught me while I was gardenin, which is why I ain’t as put together as normal. What can I do for you?”

“This may sound strange but, ah, what is the fee for just talking with you?”

Duck’s eyebrows shoot up and then he chuckles, “You’re full of surprises, little moth.”

Indrid touches the luna moth on his shoulder; how much had Duck studied him when he was here? Did he like what he saw? Does he give everyone he makes deals with nicknames that come out in a drawl like summer honey?

“Hows a little nibble of the old soul sound?”

“I accept. Ah, would you like some cookies? A friend of mine brought them over to me.”

“Sure. The fella on the fridge bring ‘em?” The demon indicates the picture of himself and Barclay, the one he can’t bring himself to throw away. 

“No. My friend Dani, she’s in charge of the gardens for the little co-op in town and when the bakery has seconds she often drops them off for me.” 

He really needs to stop staring at Duck’s chest, even demons probably find ogling rude. Duck’s eyes--one blue, one brown-- catch his own and suddenly claw tips are undoing the remaining buttons. Indrid goes pink but manages to get the cookies and two glasses of water on the table without incident. 

“You know, you never told me why you stayed a duck for so long.”

“It’s the least demonic thing you’ve ever heard but, uh, I just thought it was nice. Bein’ out in the woods, paddlin’ on the lake and watchin the world go by. Sleepin under the stars. Just makes you feel like you’re part of somethin’ bigger than yourself. Now, I got a question for you; why go to all the trouble of summonin’ me just to do your chores?”

Indrid bites his lip, “I knew I was in the kind of mental place where I could not manage it myself. And it felt safer to ask you than to ask my friends. Not that they wouldn’t help me. It’s just, when my mind is like that it turns so inward I can’t conceive of a world that might contain things for me.”

The demon says nothing for a moment, sips his water with a thoughtful look. Then he sets down the empty glass, “Glad you’re feelin a little better.” He tilts his head to indicate the sketch on the counter, “that new?”

“Yes” excitement bubbles up in his chest, “I was reading about--ah, well, it’s, it’s sort of a long story, I don’t want to bore you.”

Duck kicks his feet up on the spare chair and gestures for him to continue. So he does, tells the demon about reading every book he could find on the mythology and folklore of the Mexico and the American southwest, about his new inspiration for a series of drawings, his worries that no one will like them or purchase them and he’ll be stuck running his little psychic side business until he dies 

Duck, in turn, tells him about life as a forest demon, about his hellcat, and about the fact he routinely comes up to the human world for french onion soup because the stuff made in his realm never tastes right. When Indrid next looks at the clock, it’s well after midnight. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you so long.”

“No complaints here. But I oughta get home and feed Winnie before she shreds my cabinets again.” The demon stands, rounding the table, “gotta get my fee first.”

“Right. How should I…” Indrid stiffens as Duck bends forward, wondering if the sharp teeth that smiled at him all night are about to pierce his skin. 

Warm lips meet his forehead and he sighs at the tenderness in the gesture. Duck, however, moans as he pulls back, then quickly covers his mouth.

“Uh, that, that’s a totally, uh, totally not, uh, un-normal reaction, uh, fuck, see you around.” 

He’s gone with a campfire crackle, leaving Indrid to wonder how a demon can be such a terrible liar.

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“Sweet fuckin hell.” Duck gasps as his living room forms around him. His lips still tingle from kissing the human’s forehead, from the sheer force of the want and yes that came when he took that sip of soul. It’s never like that, never comes so willingly and eagerly, like the soul is searching for someone to look after it. 

Technically, there’s nothing stopping him from zipping right back up there and pinning Indrid to his bed while he takes what the human seems so happy to give. 

Duck takes five deep breaths, then ten, and then goes to retrieve Winnie from the cabinet she clawed her way into.

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When Barclay suggested Indrid find someone to confide in, Indrid’s going to guess he didn’t mean, “routinely invite a demon into your house to play cards or listen to music.”

Most times, Indrid isn’t even summoning him; they have two standing dates a week, plus a game night with Dani and her new girlfriend, Aubrey (who Duck seems to know but refuses to say more about how). Duck will sometimes drop by unannounced, and he hardly ever collects a fee these days. When he does, it’s always a taste of Indrid’s soul, taken via a kiss on the cheek. 

Indrid would let him take it any way he wanted. He’s well past denying the fact Duck is type in all his forms, that he’s gentler than most humans, and that he’s so charming Indrid would eat out of his hand. 

Duck even goes out with him, like the boyfriend he wishes he had. When he puts on his human form to accompany Indrid around town, he radiates enough residual, demonic energy that the people who normally make Indrid’s life a living hell stay far, far away. In fact, tonight is the first night in months he’s had something close to a disaster, and it was mostly an accident. He’s peeling his beer-soaked shirt over his head when he feels mis-matched eyes on his back.

“Have a little too much fun bartendin’ tonight?” Duck holds out his hand, rendering the shirt fresh and clean when it touches his palm.

“Some caveman hit on one of our regulars and would not back off when asked. She threw a full pint of beer on him and I happened to be standing right behind him when she did.” He wiggles out of his jeans, let’s Duck give them the same treatment he gave the shirt, “ugh, I need a bath, I smell like Rheingold.”

“Allow me.” Duck waves his hand and steam wafts from the bedroom, goes into it and grabs the bubble bath from under the sink as Indrid follows him in his underwear. Duck’s constant glancing at his crotch and legs makes him bold. 

“What’s the fee for such excellent service?”

“No fee, little moth. I’m just doin’ a favor for my friend.”

“And what if your friend wants to repay you anyway?”

When the demon looks up from the tub, his eyes are glowing, “Only if he’s doin’ it because he wants to and not because he owes me.”

“I want to, so very badly.”

In a flash Duck is in the tub, beckoning Indrid to join him. Indrid tests the water with his finger just to be safe.

“Mmm, nice and warm.”

“Hellfire, sugar. Now get your cute ass into the tub or--oh fuck yeah.” Duck growls as Indrid strips and climbs in with him, drags him into his lap and traces his claws up his sides while Indrid yanks him into a kiss.Curious, Indrid reaches one hand up to rub the base of his horn, the dark brown curls like smooth bark beneath his fingers. 

“Fuuuck” Duck groans, “feels like gettin a back-rub.”

“Then I better keep at it. Oh, oh my” Indrid sits back to admire the vines of green appearing in Duck’s skin, “you’re absolutely beautiful.”

“Kinky little thing, you like that I’m a demon.” Duck scrapes his teeth along Indrid’s shoulder, “that really why you summoned me? You were hopin I’d have my, uh, demonic way with you?”

“N-no, I, I, it’s no secret I’m attracted to you but I, you make me feel so happy, I’m so safe when I’m with you, and, and if all your care and affection towards me has been part of some malevolent plan please, please just tell me because I, I think I’m falling in love with you.” He kisses Duck with far more force than before, forestalling the inevitable confession that this was all just a game for his soul and his own, pathetic admission that he’s not sure that changes anything. 

“Oh, sugar” Duck keeps brushing their lips together as he speaks, “First time I tasted your soul I knew I was fucked. Knew I wanted to keep seein’ you, even if you never gave me another goddamn thing.”

Indrid buries his face in Duck’s shoulder, letting out shuddery sighs as Duck pets his back. He’s never leaving this spot, Duck is just going to have to carry him about while he does his infernal business and his housekeeping.

“Tell me what you want, little moth.” Duck kisses the shell of his ear. It still tingles, even when his soul stays put.

“Please fuck me? Oh! Oh that’s very efficient and extremely strange.” He squirms in Duck’s lap as his ass turns slick and stretched, like someone has pulled four fingers from it.

“Do it the traditional way some other time” The curved head of a cock bumps his ass, “you wanna feel just to be sure you can take it?”

He flails in the water a moment, finds a warm, responsive shaft with four, bumpy ridges leading to the head. It’s no bigger than the one toy he splurged on during his last trip to the city.

“Yes, certainly, oh, oh, AHHhnnnn yes.” The cock is hotter than his body as it slides in and he wonders if it will just melt him from the inside out, if Duck’s cum will be just as warm, how it will feel on his tongue and down his throat when he drags the demon into his bed.

“That’s it sugar, take it all the way. Fuck, been jerkin off to the thought of you on my dick for months.”

“Nnngh” Is his eloquent reply, the ridges of Duck’s cock making his toes curl and his fingers dig into Duck’s skin. 

“You like that idea, little moth? Knowin I could be out temptin anyone I wanted to and instead I was in bed thinkin’ about you?”

“Mhhmmm” He whines, the desire pouring off the demon wrapping around him and soothing his insecurities. 

Duck slows the thrusts of his hips and his voice is gentle when he whispers, “Course I did; no one can compare to you, ‘Drid.”

“Ohgod, Duck, please, please, please, want to be yours, always yours-”

“Careful,sugar, that sounds like you’re anglin’ for an infernal marriage.”

“A, a what? OHhhhnnyes” He moans as claws knead his ass.

“It’s a special kind of deal where a human agrees to marry a demon. Soon as they’re dead, they go straight to their spouse, no other options provided.” Duck cups his face, holding it steady so he can look into his eyes, “but there ain’t no need for that right now; way I see it, we can do this like we were just two normal fellas for now.”

“But it sounds fun.” Indrid offers a teasing pout and gets an adoring kiss in return. 

“Yeah? What if I tell you a lot of demons mark their spouses by piercing these” He pinches Indrid’s nipples, the pain making him bounce more determinedly on his dick. His demon growls, drops one hand down to thumb at the head of his aching cock, “pierce here too. Won’t even do it in public like you’re supposed to; do it at home so no one else will see just what a sweet, needy thing you are for me--whoah, fuck, did not expect you to cum just from playin with this nice dick a little.”

“V-very sensitive” Indrid gasps against the green swirls in Duck’s shoulder, his orgasm such a surprise he’s still registering it, hips twitching and tongue threatening to loll out of his mouth.

“Keep that in mind for next time. Might even bring a cage so you don’t cum too early and spoil my plans. Now, hold tight, little moth.” 

Indrid clings to the warm bulk of Duck’s body as his cock pounds up into him, the demon easily holding his hips up and his ass open so all he can do is whimper and writhe on it. When he cums it’s hot enough that Indrid squirms

“Don’t hurt does it?” Duck pets his sides, concerned. 

“Nono, it, it’s nice, just very strange.” Indrid winces as Duck pulls out, watches him wave his fingers to clear away the mess. When the demon makes no move to let go, Indrid looks up, “you really meant what you said? About wanting me as a boyfriend?”

“Damn right I do. Now c’mere, lemme get the beer outta your hair.”

Indrid hums as Duck scrubs his scalp and runs warm water over his skin, talking all the while about how they should go camping as a first date so no one will bother them, says he’ll even turn into a duck to make Indrid smile. 

Indrid says he knows just the spot, let’s his boyfriend dry them off and bundle them to bed and then, for the first time, falls asleep with a devil in his arms.

[trueshellz]

Thank you @haikyutiehoe for the request hun, hope this is ok.

And @sleepyrintaro for the pretty divider

Osamu: Accidental Selfie

Warnings: dirty talk, sending nudes, suggestive talk, dirty videos

For the first picture, you had been trying to send a sexy picture to the guy you were dating. You had been together for a few weeks and he had sent you some of him topless. You had sat there slack jawed as you stared at his body, the faint outline of his dick in his grey sweatpants, then he sent a video of his dick in his fist as he jacked off while lying in bed. You could see the glistening head through his fingers as it leaked pre-cum, the way it moved through his fingers as he fucked his fist. Your face had gotten hot the longer you stared, a blush working its way up your chest to your cheeks with embarrassment and awe. You wanted to return the favour, make him feel special and delve out your comfort zone. Yes, you were inexperienced but that didn’t mean you were clueless. Putting on some cute lace shorts, you were a little self-conscious at first but doing some turns in the mirror, they made your ass look amazing. With the bow tying the back together and the criss-cross pattern on the side giving a hint of skin underneath, it made you feel sexy. Applying some make up and ruffling your hair like you had seen girls do, you took about ten pictures in various poses around your room before settling on one.

Flicking through your phone, you sent it him and waited, putting an old t-shirt on while the tension ran through your body. Drumming your fingers on your bedroom desk you waited and waited some more. What if he didn’t like it? You thought you looked good, you were lying on the bed with your legs crossed and one arm across your breasts with your nipples peeking through your fingers. The picture taken from above, with your tongue sticking out suggestively.

You jumped when your phone rang, staring at it for a few second before picking it up and seeing Osamu’s name on it. He was your best friend… and biggest crush. With his grey hair and cute smile, he was someone you knew since high school and you had bonded over your shared love of food. Frowning, you swiped the screen and held it up to your ear.

"Hey 'Samu."

Silence.

"'Samu?"

Pulling it away from your ear, you stared at the phone with a frown in confusion. Did he butt dial you? Or did he have poor connection? Maybe he was working and made a mistake. Using his full name seemed to work and you suddenly heard a couch as he cleared his throat.

"Osamu?"

"Was that for me?"

Huh?

"Was what for you? Aren't you working right now?"

"The picture you sent. Was that meant for me, doll?"

No.

No no no no no.

Please no.

Checking your chat history, you shrieked as you saw the picture in the conversation between you and Osamu. Not the guy you were seeing. Osamu. Best friend. Secret crush.

Shit.

"Don't be embarrased, doll. Ya look beautiful."

"Samu...I didn't...I mean .... oh no."

There was a tightness in your chest as you worried about what he must think of you. What if he didn't like you like that? Or thought you were a slut? What if he stopped talking to you? He wouldn't send it to anyone would he? You could feel tears well in your eyes, head banging in the desk as you listened to him shushing you.

"Doll, listen to me. Calm down. That picture is gorgeous. Lookit that body. Those gorgeous tits. Fuck. Ya got me so hard baby. Those panties too. That colour looks amazing on you, baby. I just wanna kiss your stomach, feel your skin against mine as I worship that body."

You felt your face heat up, his words lighting fire under your skin. You knew he was a smooth talker, he was a pro at letting down girls at high school but it was never directed at you. You could hear the sincerity in his voice as he spoke, the way it was breathy and soft. The fact that he found you attractive was... scary? Embarrassing?

“Samu...I didn’t mean to. It was for this guy-“

"Don't. He doesn't deserve to see ya like this, doll. Fuck, he doesn't deserve ya at all. God, baby. The things I would do to you. Kiss those gorgeous nipples, lick them til ya screaming. Bite and suck ya neck and thighs. Rub my hands all over ya. Bet yer skin is do soft."

“Samu don’t....I don’t...”

“Ya gonna let me touch you? Huh? Let me feel you pr skin under my hands? Let me kiss those gorgeous tits baby?”

“‘Samu. Stop... it’s... I didn’t mean to.”

Osamu paused, he could hear how conflicted you were, the tone of your voice was turned on, breathy sighs as you spoke and said his name. You didn’t sound angry, but you sounded worried and scared. He bet you were biting your lip, teeth making indents in your skin as you spoke to him, he wondered if you were touching yourself or if you were still wearing those cute lace panties from the photo.

“‘Samu, can we forget this happened? It was a mistake and-“

“Of course, doll. I’ll even delete the picture ok? Ya want me to do that?”

“Yes please.”

Your voice was a whisper, Osamu’s heart hurt hearing you sound so upset about what happened. He was sad that you had asked him to stop, frustrated even. He had been in love with you for so long, since high school he stayed by your side content in being a friend when you weren’t ready to date, And when you were ready to date, he hoped you would see him as a man, not a friend. He stayed beside you, longing for your affections and when that didn’t happen he resigned to the fact that it wasn’t meant to be. Then your picture came through, at first he thought Atsumu was sending him porn to piss him off. But he looked closely, his jaw dropped and he just stared. Started at how beautiful you looked. Stared at your glowing skin. Stared at that tongue poking out, imagined sucking on it while he ran his hands up and down your body.

“‘Samu? I gotta go.”

Before he could speak, you put the phone down and he was stuck wondering if he had handled the situation all wrong.

The second time was during an solo shopping mission to buy a dress for a date and while all your friends were busy, they had been on standby on video call to give you their opinion. The changing room had become your personal modelling shoot as you tried each of the dresses on, took a series or photos and organised them into piles. Ones that didn’t suit you already far away, you flicked through your phone and deleted pictures that were blurry or didn’t show the dress well enough. Multitasking, you made space on the bench while calling your best friend, jumping a metre in the air when a male voice came through.

“Hey doll.”

“‘Samu? But... I... dammit.” Not again.

“That dress looks so pretty baby. But the one behind you, with with silver flowers on the shoulders would look even better.”

What?

“Huh?”

Peering at your screen, you could see that he was in the stockroom at the back of the shop and judging by how loud he was talking he was alone. You could see the cap on his head with his grey hair sticking out, his dark eyes peering at you with an expression you couldn’t read. He wasn’t bored or angry, but maybe interested? You weren't sure of anything at this point.

“The one behind ya baby. Try it on f’me. Lemme see how sexy yer gonna look in it.”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, putting your phone face down you tried to make sense of what was happening until you heard his laugh, voice calling your name. Picking it back up, you watched as he shook his head and smiled, eyes sparkling as he spoke to you. He was sat down now, on the floor against the wall and had taken his cap off. His hair standing on end as he leaned back against the wall.

“Lemme watch ya baby. Ya look so fucking sexy, lemme see you model that dress f’me. Ya don’t need to hide, doll. It’s just me, lemme just watch ok?”

You weren’t sure what possessed you, propping the phone on the bench you shimmied out the dress you were wearing and let it pool at your feet. You heard Osamu mutter ‘fuck’ under his breath but chose not to look at him, as you turned around you could hear his groan as he took in you ass and thighs.

“Goddamn, baby just look at that body. Fuck, baby. How are ya so damn beautiful? That ass, I just wanna sink my teeth into it. And those thighs? Baby yer killin’ me here.”

Smiling to yourself as you picked it up, you couldn’t help but wonder if this meant anything. How did you get here? What had changed? Turning back around, you watched as Osamu ran his fingers through his hair, combing it back and forth through his fingers as you pulled it over your thighs and up higher, securing the straps and zipping it on the side. Facing him, you nervously smoothed the dress down before holding your hands out as if to say 'what do you think?' and saw his face, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape as he stared.

"Baby ya look... wow, I got no words. Turn around for me, lemme see the back. Fuck, sweetheart, you look good enough to eat. Ya got me so hard for ya. I just wanna worship that body of yours baby. Fuck, how am I s'pposed to keep my hands off you after this huh? The first picture you sent was fucking amazing, but baby ya look good enough to eat."

You were shocked at his words and the way he looked at you, his eyes full of heat and want. His thumb caressing the phone like he was pretending it was you. You could see his eyes scanning the screen up and down, you wondered if he was palming that dick of his that you had been dreaming about. Did he actually feel the same way? Was this not a one-sided crush?

"Baby, buy the dress. If ya don't, I will." You nodded, lost for words. "And ya better wear it when I come around later, I'm gonna do all the things I've wanted to do since high school."

And with that he ended the call leaving you with your thoughts and a blank screen.

Wait, what?