#Sheesh what a devil

[aucoba]

S1's finale hurts like hell... Three years ago I knew I was missing a lot of what was happening, but now, after having seen s2 dear lord, the miscommunication is killing everyone

[bts-0t-7]

BTS | MYG | FIC RECS

This list is probably one of the longer ones cause sheesh... I'm a sucker for cats 😭 I hope you'll enjoy the fics as much as I have and don't forget to tell the authors how much you've liked their work!!

Have some spices 😌...

Three Tangerines, @kithtaehyung (smut, brother's best friend, implied age gap au)

Illicit Favours, @yoongiofmine (Fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au. Friends to Lovers)

Oh, Darling!, @yoongiofmine (Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au)

Predator, @liveyun (gangster au, smut)

Apricity, @liveyun (arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers)

Petals, @yoonia (parenthood au, fluff)

The devil wears Valentino, @orchidyoonkook (One Shot, Spooky AU, Supernatural Creatures AU, Age Gap, Slice of Life, Angst, Smut, Fluff)

Sugar, @zehakoo (strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut)

Peaches in bed, @borathae (Smut, married life!AU, domestic!AU)

Yoongi's Lullaby, @jiminrings (unrequited love friends to lovers soulmate au)

Snow Blanket, @yoonieper (friends to lovers, fluff, smut)

A Wager of Lords and Love, @hisunshiine (regency era au, arranged marriage au, s2l, fluff, smut, angst)

By The Time I've Figured Out What It's Worth, @ugh-yoongi (est. relationship, marriage au, angst, smut, fluff)

Bad Things, @yoonia (Brothel!au, Street Fighter!Yoongi, Escort!reader)

Close Call, @xjoonchildx (smut, mafia AU)

The Little Things, @kth1 (Smut, 21+, Slice of Life, One Shot)

Sweet Morning, @7ndipity (slightly suggestive, implied smut, implied drinking, swearing)

Shy, @7ndipity (smut, unprotected sex, soft dom-ish Yoongi)

Hello Soulmate, @bluemari23 (soulmate au, soulmarks, fluff)

Celestial Ruin, @remedyx (Fantasy, Angst, Smut, Corruption)

Carnal Desires, @explicit-tae (smut, stripper reader, mafia/gangster yoongi, grinding, finger sucking)

Moonlit Throne, @hobidreams (smut, angst, fluff)

Desolate, @angelicyoongie (angst, fluff, eventual smut)

The Perks of Being a Househusband, @sunnebeam (marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi in his stay-at-home hubs era)

Give It To Me, @ki-yomii (smut, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), praise kink, dom!yoongi, established relationship, pet names)

[babydollmarauders]

SWISS MISS — MEDIA MANAGEMENT: SUMMER EDITION

y/ndevils00

liked by jackhughes, nicohischier, and 115,725 others

y/ndevils00 missed my swiss 🧀 (and got to see his family! it was a win-win!)

tagged nicohischier

trevorzegras YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO VISIT YOUR FAMILY!

y/ndevils00 and i did!

trevorzegras for what? a day? before you hopped on a flight to SWITZERLAND?!

y/ndevils00 ehhh more like 8 hours, give or take a few

jackhughes tell cap i say hi!

y/ndevils00 tell him yourself?? expecting me to give him messages from you— tf do i look like, a cell phone?

y/ndevils00 cap says hi back 😒

nicohischier i love having you here, bug ❤️

y/ndevils00 so grateful nina was able to help me surprise you <3

john.marino97 ME NEXT?

y/ndevils00 gimme a reason

john.marino97 because i’m your best friend number 2?

y/ndevils00 ehhh not good enough

john.marino97 because i love you and i miss you and i don’t know if i’ll survive without you until september?

y/ndevils00 did dawgson tell you to say this?

john.marino97 sorry the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service 🫣 🏃🏻

jackhughes i hope you’re having fun, my love! LSH and i miss you ❤️

y/ndevils00 awww you miss me? 🤭 (sap)

jackhughes yeah yeah 🙄 just come home

y/ndevils00

liked by nicohischier, siegenthaler34, and 112,521 others

y/ndevils00 went to a fancy shmancy wedding with Neeks and look who i found!

tagged nicohischier and siegenthaler34

y/ndevils00 my 2nd favorite swiss man! uncle siegs!

lhughes_06 what is this, a devils reunion? without jack and i?!

y/ndevils00 yes! timo is next! so glad you understand 🫶

dawson1417 ARE YOU HAVING FUN, BEST FRIEND (3) ?

y/ndevils00 I AM, BEST FRIEND (1)

dawson1417 i’m so glad! NOW COME VISIT ME NEXT

jackhughes smoke show 😮‍💨🔥💨

y/ndevils00 beloved, please never use those emojis again

jackhughes okay, understood

jackhughes that’s mine! 🔒❤️

y/ndevils00 who? ME?! 🤭

nicohischier thanks for being my plus one! i could’ve done without you telling everyone that i was your “whore on the side” though

y/ndevils00 is that not what you are??

nicohischier no?

y/ndevils00 could’ve sworn that title was in the friendship contract we signed

nicohischier once again, that was an NDA

siegenthaler34 it was lovely seeing you, y/n/n! can’t wait to see you again in September ❤️

y/ndevils00 you’re the sweetest swiss of them all <3

y/ndevils00

liked by tmeier96, jackhughes, and 108,492 others

y/ndevils00 is this what timo time really means? i think i love it

tagged tmeier96

lhughes_06 it’s like you guys are twins

lhughes_06 it’s creepy

y/ndevils00 that’s my big brother!

lhughes_06 …he’s not actually though, right?!

y/ndevils00 no? i thought you would’ve known by my lack of accent?

lhughes_06 look, i’m just trying to make sure there’s no risk of my brother getting his ass handed to him

jackhughes do you not have ANY faith in me?!

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes no

jackhughes switzerland, italy, back to michigan now please!

y/ndevils00 i’ll be home tomorrow, honey bun 🤍

jackhughes can’t wait to see you, my little honey nut cheerio

jackhughes “sheesh” - trevor zegras

y/ndevils00 oh.. no…

tmeier96 lovely to be annoyed by you again, little sis!

y/ndevils00 you didn’t expect me to NOT come and celebrate your contract signing, did you?!

tmeier96 well, it certainly wasn’t a possibility i had thought of

tmeier96 but i’m glad you did!

y/ndevils00 nice coverup 🤨

john.marino97 LOOK AT YOU

y/ndevils00 LOOK AT ME

john.marino97 BEAUTIFUL BEST FRIEND

y/ndevils00 THANK YOU BEST FRIEND 🤭

jackhughes back off Maraschino Cherry

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes just think of John as my gay best friend!

john.marino97 i’m not gay?

y/ndevils00 but you’re also not trying to fuck me <3

john.marino97 very true. you’re not my type

y/ndevils00 BITCH???

nicohischier did you make him sing taylor swift too?

tmeier96 no?

dawson1417 BEST FRIEND YOU’RE GLOWING

y/ndevils00 🇨🇭 AND 🇮🇹 HAVE DONE ME WONDERS

trevorzegras ITALIA ☀️🛵🍝

y/ndevils00 TREVOR 🐀🥱🗣️

trevorzegras i am nothing but nice to you

y/ndevils00 who do you think you’re fooling?

[wood-white-writer]

“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” || [4.5/...]

- OPLA! Buggy x F!Reader

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: In which Buggy discovers that he’s in over his head while making a deal with Arlong the Saw.

Warnings: LA! One Piece, Canon typical violence, slight canon divergence, Arlong is his own warning

A/N: Unfortunately, part 6 of "DMTMYHB" is a little delayed and won't be out until at least next week. However, I began working on this initially out of boredom, so at least you can read about Buggy's POV after the events of chapter 4 and before the events of chapter 5.

Life sure is a shitshow sometimes, Buggy thinks to himself while spitting out a few grains of sand. For fish people, there’s a certain irony with pulling over a bag propped with sand over his head.

Then again, it could’ve been considerably worse.

They could have decided to water board him, or maybe take a decent chunk off his nose. It’s not too outlandish to assume that these kinds of people prefer the taste of human flesh, and although he considers himself fairly experimental man on occasion, that one is not on his kink list.

He might be big-headed sometimes, he’s man enough to admit as much, but even Buggy knows better than to underestimate the fish people. He’s had his fair share of encounters with them before, and needless to say, mixing a Devil Fruit eater with people who primarily live and breathe in the sea is a bad combination.

A very, very bad combination, especially if you throw Arlong the Saw into the mixture. Buggy’s not a recluse; he’s heard of his reputation as the self-proclaimed ruler of the East Blue. Ask just about anyone who he is, and they’ll whisper his name while pissing their pants like school children.

A misanthrope with a less than discreet disdain for all things human, and a face only a mother could hope to love, the guy does not fuck around with what he considers his, which approximately covers all of the East Blue. And the people in it are merely collateral.

If anything’s a testament, it’s his bounty. Twenty million berries for his head, doesn’t matter if it’s attached to his body or not. The highest bounty on this piece of the ocean.

Well, second highest. The top spot belongs to you, but that’s a thought Buggy has tried desperately to bury in the sand for the past few days. He doesn’t need to think about you, least of all now.

He has bigger fish to deal with, and it blows.

It’s his fucking luck that this is happening specifically to him.

No, it wasn’t enough that he got his ass handed to him by a bunch of scrawny nobodies.

It didn’t suffice that he had to watch you turn your back to him twice in a lifetime.

He’s managed to evade the saw-nosed fucker’s eye up until this point, and so, of course Fate would deal him this final one.

Just as the cherry on top of the shitty sundae that is his life.

So, to conceal or own terrified state when faced with the darkened stage room, Buggy decides to do what Buggy does best:

Fake it ‘til he makes it.

And he sure as fuck hope he does.

“Is this the best way to ask for an autograph?” His echo bounces like a ball through the darkened room. “I mean sheesh! Fans have gotten so toxic!”

The eerie silence is his only companion now, and he finds that he can’t stand it. Not even the two fishy folks standing guard at his side offers him more than rolled eyes. Rude.

This place — his stage — which once served as his sanctuary, might soon become his tomb. If Arlong lives up to his rep, he’ll ask the clown to dig his own hole before chomping on his jugular.

Curtains for him and all fucking that.

“Alright, what do you want?! Tickets to the show? I can get you house seats, they’re pricey!”

A loud thud emerges from the shadows behind him, and a cold breeze brushes against the the exposed skin on his face.

“Oh, I am no fan of yours.”

He knows a beast when he hears one, even better when he sees them. He spent the good portion of his youth alongside one, and witnessed first-hand just how they could be. Beasts are strong, and brutal, and precise. They can tear you apart if they deem it necessary because it’s in their nature, but that’s all it is. Nature.

However, Buggy’s also come to discover that beasts have also the capacity for kindness and love. A beast is someone he can fall in love with.

This thing that emerges from the dark at his side, on the other hand, is no mere beast.

Hell, he can’t even qualify it as such. This creature at his side, one he doesn’t dare to face at first until he notices it’s gradual approach, is a monster.

Ain’t no way in the blue hell he’ll ever consider tapping that the way he would with a beast.

“I run things here in the East Blue,” the fish-man speaks, voice grating Buggy ears as he circles the clown. “I’m here to remind of you of your place in the food chain. You pull a job in my seas, you gotta pay tribute.”

Despite the fact that he’s nervous as shit, there’s a certain taunt crystallising in Buggy’s brain that he’s subconsciously urged to free against his better judgement.

Arlong’s place is second in this so-called food chain. Yours is the first, and if it wasn’t for the fact that voicing this would guarantee his premature death, Buggy would’ve reminded the fishy shithead of this.

Despite whatever grievances you two share, Buggy knows that he won’t mind not being at the top as long as it means it’s not under Shark-boy’s hierarchy.

The East Blue is, per Arlong’s definition, yours, whether you know it or not, and he’d much rather comply with that.

But Buggy keeps his act going. “But Arlong, baby, you don’t gotta worry about me. I’m small potatoes. Pirating’s more of a side gig.”

As much as he tries, and he does try, Buggy knows his words can’t keep the shark’s teeth at bay for much longer. Arlong is not a patient type, and it just about snaps when he reaches for his throat and prepares to chomp.

Buggy doesn’t intend to die now. He can’t. He’s got unfinished business to attend to.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!”

Maybe fate is actually on his side for fucking once, because the fish man actually does wait.

He has a shot.

“You know who’s out there really disrespecting you? It’s that little Rubber-Prick in the straw hat, goes by the name of Luffy.”

It doesn’t work, because it seems Arlong is more of a recluse than him. Has never heard the boys name. So, he tries a different approach before the teeth settle in again.

“He— He’s not alone.” Fuck, he’s losing air, and he kinda needs that to get the primary point into Arlong's thick, scaly head. A point that he’ll be sure to catch the asshole’s attention. “Cross-Hairs is with him!”

Arlong halts, and his lips don a sneer.

Another thing Buggy has discovered in all of this is that Arlong is an inherently proud guy, and believes himself superior to others not only because of his fishy nature, but due to the fact that he has among the largest bounties on this piece of the map.

Yours is the only obstacle keeping him from completely claiming that title.

“The Captain of the Cross-Haired Pirates has been absent for the past decade.” Arlong lets up on the pressure around his neck, enough to let Buggy grasp a few fistfuls of air, but his feet still dangle above the ground.

“Y-Yeah—,” Buggy heaves. “But her— b-bounty hasn’t changed, has it? And the kid, he just knocked over a marine’s base in Shells Town, then he stole a map of the Grand Line and now he’s talking shit about finding the One Piece.”

This seems to be enough reason for Arlong to finally drop him, and Buggy struggles to retrieve all the air he’s lost.

“The One Piece, an excuse for humans to spread their filth across the seas.” Arlong is less than impressed, but what he says next opens a door. “Why should I concern myself with the ambitions of a mere human boy?”

“Because that map is useful,” Buggy regains some semblance of balance on his knees. “The kid is not, but I have unfinished business with him. What’s more, if Cross-Hairs is with him, then that’s your chance to get the highest bounty in all of the East Blue. Think about it! You’ll be at the top of the list if she’s out of the way.”

Arlong doesn’t like the implication laced in Buggy’s words, the possibility that he’s in any way lesser than a human. “I am already at the top of the list, clown. The Cross-Haired Pirates are disbanded, and humans tend to age so quickly compared to fish men. I’m sure she’s grown old and weary in the last couple of years, hardly worth my time.”

Buggy wants to smile. Smile as he thinks about just how fucking wrong this guy can be. The years have not drained you, nor weakened you, nor made you any less hot if he does say so himself.

Oh, if anyone can wipe the floor with Arlong, it’s you. That’s why he’s not afraid of revealing your current whereabouts, because he already knows fishy over there will get his ass whopped big time.

“How about this: you let me live, and I’ll help you find Luffy and Cross-Hairs. Two birds with one stone, so to speak.”

Two birds, one stone, and one fish filet, to be more specific.

Arlong grabs him by the neck. “And how do you plan to do that?”

“I've got eyes and ears everywhere.”

The fish takes the bait, and Buggy can't help but laugh.

Laugh, not because Arlong agrees to his plan, but because the guy is going to be struck by lightning so fucking hard that in the end, there'll be nothing left of him save for that ugly-ass tool he calls a nose.

The moron has deliberately put himself up for slaughter, and personally, Buggy can’t wait to watch the show unfold.

The stage is yours.

He’ll watch from the front rows and give you an upstanding applause once the curtains falls.

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[yadchi-i-guess]

Deal with the Devil(s)

By Yadchi (I guess)

Electric Shock AU by @leefl00f

So basically Uzi asks Lizzy for a favor, and after some convincing, the queen bee accepts. Anything for her girlfriend, after all...

SFW tickle fic!

Word count: 2,127

Uzi was in a bad mood.

Granted, most days she was in a bad mood, what with getting older and stuff, but today she was particularly sour. And everyone was gonna know about (or be aware of) it, if it's the last thing on Copper-9 she did.

She'd refused to do any of her schoolwork, talked back to the teacher at every turn, and had chucked a dodgeball at Chad in gym class so hard he crashed into the wall. Even his friend Thad was impressed... which might've made Uzi blush a little.

At least now it was lunchtime, and the little rebel could get some real time to herself. She let her feet carry her to a desolate hallway, perfect, wide open space to let her mind wander.

Uzi settled down at the foot of a locker with a small sigh, finally able to just chill. Batteries were on the menu today in her lunchbox, and she was about to toss one in her mouth when something suddenly grazed her neck.

"Eeheheek! Wahahat the heheeck?!" She squeaked, fumbling for the mysterious little tickler as the battery bounced off her face. She pulled it off and was surprised to see Bit hadn't tagged along for the school day. It was PomPom.

"Hehey! What're you doing here, little dude?" Uzi chuckled.

Knowing that his tickles were well received, PomPom scurring around happily in his friend's hand as he was given a battery. He flashed a "TY <3" message at Uzi, whose facescreen glitched and flashed a ">:3" back.

"Having fun with that icky little pet of yours?" Someone standing over Uzi said.

"AGH! Bite me, Lizzy!" Uzi barked as she shot up and clenched her fist around PomPom. She was almost certain sometimes that Doll's girlfriend had the Solver too, with how easily she spooked her from time to time.

"Oh chillllll, you know my locker's right where you're snackin," Lizzy replied nonchalantly. She reached in for something, then looked back at Uzi, who was still eyeing her angrily.

"Not in the mood for your dumb teasing," the little drone pouted. She was just getting to feel a little better... only for Lizzy to screw it all up again.

"Sheesh, sardonic much?" Lizzy asked. "What's with the foul attitude?"

"And why would you care?"

"Dolly's your cousin, and she made it clear I can't treat you like garbage."

Uzi let out a small "hpmh" and sat back down, forcing her attention back on PomPom grooming his front legs in an attempt to ignore Lizzy. "Just bite me. Doll's the reason why I'm so upset," she said acidically.

"Seriously? Doll making you angry? That's far from a first," Lizzy said as she leaned against the locker. "What's so different about this time?"

"The fact she got away with it!" Uzi spat back. "She tickled me and teased me, and it was stupid, and I couldn't tickle her back! And I FRICKING LOST BECAUSE OF IT!"

A couple nights ago, Doll had challenged Uzi to a Mario Kart rematch to make up for Uzi cheating earlier, but the Russian drone had used the cheeky tactic employed on herself before; tickling Uzi to distract her while they were racing. She had then teleported back home right before Uzi tackled her.

Although it was a generalized rule that revenge would always occur between cousins, Uzi hadn't yet been able to get close enough to Doll and get her sweet revenge, making her typically snarky, mischievous attitude rot like an old piece of human food since then.

But that's when a little lightbulb went off in her head. The one that usually meant another one of her devious little ideas was forming, and a smirk would grow on her face.

"Hey, Lizzy," Uzi said with a gloat. "How would you-"

"Nope, this is between you and Doll," Lizzy interrupted bluntly as she turned away. Unfortunately, she didn't get far as Uzi activated [Translate] on the worker to immobilize her.

"Ohhhhh no you don't," Uzi deadpanned. "You're gonna help me get back at Doll because nothing can stop me."

"Oh, for robo-god's sake, Uzi..." Lizzy sighed as she struggled to break free (to no avail).

"Can't you give it a rest and NOT try to get revenge on her? Besides, what's in it for-"

"First of all, we're cousins, it's like siblings fighting, but you live in different houses," Uzi retorted. "Second off... I know how to make your hangout with your girlfriend betterrrrrr!"

Lizzy just blinked. Could she really trust this little weirdo to make her hangout (totally not date) more enjoyable? Frankly, not really, but she didn't have many other options.

"Go on..." she said dryly.

"Tell ya what," Uzi started to explain. "I'm gonna give you PomPom for the night. Cuddle with Doll for a bit, get really into an old human tv show or something... then let him scurry alllllll over Doll."

"And I get in return...?"

"The delightful giggling from your girlfriend."

"..."

"Ugh... and I'll wear one of the spare cheerleader outfits for the rest of the week."

"Hah!" Lizzy chuckled, satisfied. "Consider it done!"

Uzi's face lit up in pure excitement, foreseeing the absolute chaos that would unfold during their date. She released her Solver grip on Lizzy.

"Shake on it?" Uzi asked cheekily, holding out her hand. Lizzy reluctantly took her hand, relieved to see the little rebel didn't try to pull anything.

"Anything to see my girlfriend laugh," Lizzy smirked, but it melted off her face when she saw PomPom crawling on Uzi's shoulder. "But did your friend really have to be a roach...?"

"Yes, bite me," Uzi spat.

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

The timing could not be more perfect.

Doll came into Lizzy’s room, looking very down and somewhat filthy. She immediately went in for a hug from her popular girlfriend, something she rarely ever did.

"What's wrong, Dolly?" Lizzy asked calmly, stroking the Russian drone's stiff wig.

["Nothing..."] Doll mumbled. ["Got in a fight. Don't wanna talk about it."]

"Yeaaaah... it's ok, girlfriend," Lizzy replied brightly. "Now you have me, and we can just cuddle and be cute together!"

Doll nodded slowly. Lizzy was so good at comforting her that it was almost ridiculous. Her bright, loving disposition was simply infectious. The solver drone settled on the bed to be as close as possible, a moth drawn to her light. Her low mood was a thing of the past within minutes of turning on some human tv show from the 90s.

["This again?"] Doll muttered. ["We watched this last week..."]"Nah, pretty sure this is a..." Lizzy trailed off as she watched the intro. "Nope, never mind. It's the pilot again."

["I've never understood why they named that character 'remember'..."] Doll commented.

Lizzy hummed in reply, and 10 minutes in, she noticed Doll seemed to be very drawn into the show, to the point where she'd barely respond to a poke on the shoulder.

Operation "Revenge of the Giggles" was a go.

The blonde drone reached under her helmet and pulled out a small, wriggling mass that had been sleeping until now. She let PomPom hop off her hand and onto Doll’s head, doing a rather good job of holding in her mischievous snickering.

["What's so funny...?"] Doll asked after a solid minute.

"Ohhhhh, it's a little secret, Dolly." Lizzy replied. "And secrets are blackmail... well, until they get found out, anyway."

["Implying... Eeheheek! *hic* Whaahaht the hehehck?!"]

Lizzy simply smirked as she watched PomPom crawl around on Doll's stomach in excitement, making the solver drone curl up and cover her belly to lessen the tickles. The way Doll squealed with laughter made a wide grin spread on Lizzy’s face, just as wide as the one her girlfriend couldn't contain. It was that adorable.

"Oop! Looks like my secret's out!" Lizzy remarked mischievously.

["Lizzyyyhyhyhy! *hic* Hehehahaa!"] Doll stammered, her voice broken heavily with giggles. ["Geeheheht hihihm off meehehheee! *hic* Ehehhahaha!"]

"Hm, nah," Lizzy answered, leaning back and going on her phone. "I'm totally enjoying this more than I thought I would."

However, it wasn't long before PomPom hopped off of Doll's belly, seemingly uninterested in tickling her more. Doll rolled away to put some kind of distance between her and the bug, falling on the floor.

["Nehehever... do that to me again..."] Doll huffed, her voice still laced with giggles. ["Heeeehh... what're you looking at...?"]

"Uhm... Is PomPom supposed to be squeaking at a random wall?" Lizzy asked, watching the bug chirping at... nothing in particular.

Doll shrugged, then examined the wall as she stood. Perhaps there was a threat on the other side? PomPom sounded very... in distress, something Uzi mentioned that giggle bugs could practically smell danger throughout the whole bunker.

Then Doll spotted the vent. A small one, but it was big enough to let an infestation of bugs in and out. There were two tiny flickers of pink light. Then two more. And more. Lizzy had noticed it, too.

"Uhmm... Dolly...?" Lizzy spoke up hesitantly. "D-does PomPom have any... friends?"

["Dozens, why?"]

"...why DID UZI LIKE, NOT TELL ME?!"

[Yep, that checks out], Doll thought.

However, she didn't get a response out of her mouth before more giggling came first. She looked down and saw the giggle bugs already crawling up her legs.

["No no no, nohohoho!"] Doll squealed as she curled around her stomach again. ["Hehhahaha! *hic* Nohohot ahahahgain!"]

"Doll!" Lizzy exclaimed as she perched herself on the backboard of her bed. She wasn’t having it any easier. The bugs had never tickled her before, which meant a lovely new friend. She had managed to get away, but not for long. One of the bugs jumped onto her leg and started its ascension.

"ACK! EW!" Lizzy screeched shrilly. "Get off me-eheeheee! Eheheheheee! Stahahahahap!"

Doll had enough strength to pull her head up and saw Lizzy being swarmed. It was somewhat adorable, hearing the queen bee's goofy, bubbly laughter... too bad she didn't seem to be enjoying it.

["Hehehee! *hic* just leheheheet it haaaahahappen!"] Doll advised as best she could. ["They'll stahahahp eventuallyhyhhy!"]

"Whehehehen?!"

["I don't knohoohOHOHOHO! AAAAHAHHAA!"]

The unholy screaming that came from Doll just after she stopped laughing almost made Lizzy assume the devil had paid them a visit. The giggle bugs had started using the fuzzy fluffs on their feet and rubbed them on Doll's skin, unluckily on her death spot.

"Hehehehey!" Lizzy exclaimed at the bugs. "Leheheheve her ribs alohoohohne!"

Unfortunately, she didn't count on the bugs getting to her armpits, and she let out an unholy scream of her own.

"AAAAAAAHHAHAA! NOHOHOHOT THEEHHEEHRE!" Lizzy cackled, throwing her head back as the bugs skittered all over her. She was having such a bad time that digital tears of mirth welled up in her optics.

After what seemed like hours (in reality, it was around 7 minutes of on and off tickling), Lizzy finally got to catch a real breath as the bugs got off her body.

"Heeeeeh... hehehe... ok... that actually felt nice... heheh..." Lizzy panted. "D-doll?" ["Lizzyyyhyhyhy! Heheheheh... heheheehelp!"] Doll giggled weakly. She'd had it way worse and was way over her limit. Unfortunately, PomPom and his buddies hadn't gotten the message.

"Oh! Uh, uh..." Lizzy jumped and attempted to scare the bugs away. Given that she had the height advantage, it worked. "Shoo! Get off her! Leave her alone!"

Little by little, the giggle bugs scurried away from Doll and back into the vent, headed up by PomPom, who the worker drones had no doubt was satisfied in another job well done.

"You good, Dolly?" Lizzy asked as she helped Doll off the floor.

["I-I'll be fine..."] Doll stammered as she tried to regain her breath. ["*hic!* hff... hff...]

"Dear robo-god... I'm so sorry, girl!" Lizzy said as she pulled Doll into a hug. "If I'd known Uzi would sic this on us, I'd have never struck a deal!"

["Is ok... is ok..."] Doll replied quietly, patting her girlfriend's back. The two pulled away from each other, looking at one another up and down. Then Lizzy giggled.

"Wow. OMG," she said. "Those giggle bugs really did a number on ya! And in a good way."

Doll looked down at herself. There was no trace of dirt and filth from earlier anywhere. No wonder the giggle bugs went on her so hard.

["Ah, well..."] Doll trailed off awkwardly as she blushed. ["Heheh... they did."]

"Oh you, always being so modest," Lizzy chuckled. She leaned back on the bed. "C'mon. You need alllllll the r&r after that."

Doll nodded and laid down halfway on Lizzy, clinging softly to her as they resumed their show.

["Hey Lizzy...] Doll mumbled.

"Hm?"

["Wanna help me get revenge on Uzi tomorrow?"]

"Totes."

["Thanks... what'd I do to deserve you as a girlfriend...]

The end :]

Wow, it has been a HOT MINUTE since I published a tickle fic! I really gotta get back into this, it's so fun writing murder drones fluff. <3

[elsannej]

TF2 comic updated???? We have the final issue???? It's real???

Live blogging on main 'cause this is a historical day for tf2 fans:

Hooboy 7 years.

Goddammit. First i was like: who????? But ahhh: Subversion of expectations, of course~

And of course Merasmus remembers his ex(-roommate)'s ramblings.

Speak of the devil (sweetiepie*) and he appears - it's my boyyyyy! <3

WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT ROOMMANTES, HUH!!!!!?

Also, *MARRIED*. <333333 (Zhanna's new hand - by Engie perhaps?)

!!!!!!!! child!!!!??????

Awwwwwwwww. We've got a canonical kid!

There's two???? HUHH????? Theirs? Whose??? (the eyepatch is giving at least close-family-friend Demoman. I'm squinting at you Valve)

Poor Merasmus, can't have shit in the year of our lord 1979 (damn, they're livin' in that year by now that's crazy)

The naming convention hcs are real. I love the kids sm already.

Family toilet time... <3

Never stop making Merasmus's life difficult Jane~

Kid (General? Patton?) making an explosive :)

Peak overlayed by peak writing. they're not listening to Pauling's speech

Respecting her autonomy, that's my man:

*The* hetero ship of all time. :D "married into defending the cave" (lined with gold)

It's not gold D:

Wait fucking Australium??????

Pauling, girl...

Still not over Scout looking like a little girl to Australians. Sniper had it rough growing up </3.

Their plane....

Go Spy, go! with a broken leg for that matter too!

Engie!!!

Their weirdo unofficial ahh team is not on the list. Spy's the only nonplussed one, he's probably seen this place before.

Pyro's happy to see Engie, ahhh!!!

Flo? as in F. Pauling??? Florence???? Name reveal nonetheless!

Engie with both hands?? Art mistake or a prostethic or what?

Scout locking the f in???

OH???????? Damn Jeremy, moving ON??? (the other mercs dgaf)

Pauling should give herself some credit, but also, potentially wlw Pauling?????? I'm counting this as a win for the LGTV community.

Oh snap. Administrator's backstory finally?

(She's so pretty and for what?

The F. Mann bitch is alive??

I support her rights and wrongs~

She was Obsessed obsessed - i see. (looking at the coverart, i can only assume that z. Mann probably got her folks killed or something and this was her lifelong revenge plot and it didn't feel like enough?)

Oh she was going to-

A queen through and through (also, ohhh, that's where she got the gray streak from. Didn't know Jason Todd fans were writing this)

Live Tf2 reaction

Pauling's choice was probably for the best.

died a queen the final time too.

Soldier, demo & Pyro were the 1st to leave, followed by Sniper. THen Heavy & Medic, then Scout consoling Pauling, followed by Spy.

Is Heavy stopping Medic from tryina run in and try to revive/meddle with them dying? Also, 🏳️‍🌈?

Engie being the devil's advocate but also givin' good advice. they're long time friends/allies your honour!

Saxton's beard >> (i know that one Bidwell x Saxton artist is gonna be elated to see their little twink on page: shoutout to them)

Heavy! (the gray in his beard~)

Wait, black*??? Black beard???? Sheesh~

"...you and Tom Jones can both live in my pants" wdym Soldier? wdym???

Jeremy Willis! More name reveals, ahhh!!! (that'd be his ma's name, right?)

I AM VERY NORMAL (insane). Jeremy's stupid late 70s cut, 4(?) kids, Spy actually being involved in his life, like what???? I'm actually emotional looking at this page only D:

(ok, not too involved since he's surprised by the amount of kids, but?)

HE'S A SINGLE FATHER??? MULTIPLE DEADBEAT MOM's OMG that's what the crossed out names on the mailbox were!!!

The Scout torture was worth it at the end <3

"father's friend from work" ....girl........ :'( but also :')

He's sweet with the kids i cant---- (also canon unmasking, oh lordy)

This feels like fanfic ...

DeGroots lookin' healthy ^^

Canon found family..... save me canon found family

Is one of Heavy's sisters possibly with Sniper???

Archimedes & the baboon :)

Who? Engie??? Didn't see him? Pauling? (but she sent turkey?)

Ohhhh- It's us. The reader, the tf2 fan. Aww shucks~

Everyone's alive and healthy! (shoutout to the guys who didn't really get to do anything in this issue like Demoman & Pyro. Medic also lowkey. Sniper at least did something.) Where is Pyro they in the final pic actually, i don't see them. D::: Maybe Pyro was us this entire time...)

Tavish's mom is sweet with aforementioned eyepatch kid, i knew it!

Medic is glued to Misha's side, with all of the family in one spot. All is good in the world. :)

Tf2 gaming. :thumbsup:

[wickermayne]

nsfw! Naruto/HInata drabble. Chapter 4 - Consent Play.

Consider this a spin-off/off-shoot/same universe as my Bitter Moon Naruto. And if you haven't read that oneshot, consider this a douchebag!Naruto AU lol.

The way he kissed her was straight out of a storybook, soft and sweet, luscious and lingering.

Contented sighs as his tongue tasted her.

But Hinata knew she was dealing with the devil, the way he pulled back and stared down at her, eyes glinting like a beast toying with its prey.

“I’m gonna fuck you today.”

Hinata swallowed, her stomach flipping over even as she felt the heat rush between her thighs.

“I-I already told you no, Naruto-kun. I want to wait —”

Naruto scoffed, rolling his eyes. “’til marriage, yeah I know, you’re like a fuckin’ parrot, sheesh.”

“That’s mean, Naruto-kun,” she whispered but he ignored it.

“I don’t get it. Does it matter if I fuck you now or later? It’s not like you’re gonna be spreadin’ your legs for anyone else, yeah?”

It was like a slap to her face, Hinata’s skin burning red down to her neck as she tried to stutter a comeback.

“Meanwhile,” Naruto murmured, leaning down and kissing along her neck, his hands rubbing along her curves, fingers teasing her the zipper of her shorts. “I got bitches fallin’ to their knees beggin’ to suck me off, and I’m pushin’ them away to be with you, Hinata. I’m choosin’ you, and you're not gonna let me fuck?”

“That’s not fair…”

“Yeah, not fair to me! You’re holdin’ out, ‘Nata, and for what? I’ve fucked your mouth, your tits, you gonna let me fuck your ass before I taste your cunt, huh?”

“M-my what?!”

Naruto laughed, at her, shaking his head, eyes amused. His hands were underneath her shirt, thumbs teasing her nipples, her clit throbbing.

“I know you’re soaked. Don’t pretend you’re better than me, ’Nata, don’t pretend you don’t want me to fuck you stupid.”

His hands fell down, unzipping her shorts and pushing them down — Hinata wiggling her hips to help him.

“Knew it,” he crooned, and Hinata hid from his gaze, instead watching as his thumbs hooked under her panties and drew them off her legs. “Fuck, yes, you’ve got the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”

It was a rush of embarrassment, and flaming hot arousal, preening at Naruto’s words before she realized what they really meant.

“…you’ve seen others?”

“Magazines, duh,” he said, but the back of Hinata’s brain itched with doubt, soon replaced with shock as Naruto pulled out his thick cock, rubbing it against her entrance.

“W-wait, wear a condom, Naruto-kun, please!”

“Condom?” Naruto raised his brow at her. “Why would I have one of those?”

“I-I thought, um, if you were prepared for this…”

He waved his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll pull out.”

Naruto entered her sharply, the size of him overwhelming, no mercy as he began pounding with force into her cunt.

It hurt, not given time to adjust to his girth and length, Naruto’s moans drowning out Hinata’s pained whimpers, her stomach tight with anxiety.

“Slow down, please, I-I’m a virgin.”

“Of course you are,” Naruto chuckled, his hips not stuttering despite her plea, “I’d have to kill someone if you weren’t, y’know?”

To her other dismay, her cunt pulsed, her heart fluttering at Naruto’s casual possessiveness, a part of her soul wanting to belong to him.

Hinata bit her tongue as Naruto pillaged her cunt, grunting and panting, his strong body on top of her, like an anchor, forcing her to feel every inch of his cock as he thrusted balls deep inside her.

“Fuck, you feel amazin’,” he sighed before kissing her, so at odds with he harsh pace of his strokes, his mouth treating her like a princess, distracting her from the pain…until it wasn’t pain anymore.

Hinata moaned into Naruto’s mouth, her walls twitching, cunt clenching on his cock, her arousal staining his length so much now she could hear it in each pass of his cock to her depths.

It was nasty and perverted — and her body rejoiced, Naruto’s pelvis crushing on her clit as he rocked his hips.

“Gonna cum,” Naruto grunted against her lips, biting it as his thrusts became brutish, cold water on Hinata’s ardour as his grip on her became selfish.

“N-Naruto-kun, stop, pull out, what are you doing?!”

“Can’t, pussy feels too good.”

“I could get pregnant, you need to stop!”

“So?” He growled, glaring down at her, Hinata’s cunt ignorant of the impending consequences, the primal part of her brain smitten by the heat in Naruto’s eyes and the way his body played her own like a violin. “You don’t want my kid, is that it? Even after you fuckin’ said you loved me?”

“Naruto,” she cried out his name in pain, as he used her confession against her for the umpteenth time, like the thousandth paper cut.

“Hinata, c’mon, even if you get pregnant,” Naruto said, sweet as sin, his body gyrating against her, pulling pleasure until it felt like her mind was melting. “Would that be so bad? With a mother like you’d they’d be the prettiest babies, y’know? Fuck, I wanna meet them. Please, ‘Nata, you’re the only one that I ever want. Don’t say no to me.”

“That’s not fair,” Hinata cried, knowing she’d cave in like she always did, Naruto’s smile like the sun that created rainbows as he looked down at her.

“Yeah. But my whole life’s been unfair, ‘til I got you, Hinata.”

And when he came inside her, moaning her name, she came too.

[optimismxmagicism]

"That's quite the combination of colors," Lukas remarks, mask muffling his voice slightly as he observes the costumed individual before him. Baby blues and pinks -- not something he would have thought to see here, but it stands out as rather cute in a night full of ghosts and other monsters.

He wonders what the broom is for, and if the little lantern on the end of the hat is lit with actual flames or some level of magic.

"I'd be quite curious to learn what inspired you to create such a costume -- perhaps as we collect what candy is left to be had in trick or treating?" he asks, gesturing to the moon high in the night sky. "After all, we only have so much time left to fill our pockets."

“UWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH?!!?! WHAT IN LATONA’S HOLY BUTTCHEEKS IS THAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!”

A shrill shriek pierced the cold night air as a little witch met his match. Vampires? He could handle. Devils and fellow witches alike were no trouble to him.

But this?! What even was this?!?! Ewan wasn’t sure what he was looking at. From shoes to neck he looked like a completely average guy, not even seeming to be dressed up as anything. But his face was perhaps the most disturbing thing he’s ever seen- and this coming from a native Magvelian, former home of giant demonic spiders and other nasties. It absolutely did not help that this person came from a small distance away, the lighting of street lanterns painting an even eerier picture.

“Grr.. WHATS THE BIG IDEA THERE, BUSTER?!” Embarrassed at being caught off guard so easily, he tried to cover previous fright with red hot anger instead. The boy’s cheeks were flushed pink as lips turned into a grimace, small fists clenching. “You think it’s funny, scaring innocent witches like this?! Ya got some nerve!”

Heart still going pitter patter, he took a few deep breaths to try and regain composure. The boy put a sleeved hand to his mouth as he cleared his throat. “S-Sheesh… I know this is the season for spooks and all that, but this is just disturbing.”After a little bit longer, it seemed like the young mage finally calmed down enough to take a proper look at the masked man. It was indeed just a mask, and not some sort of unholy visage.

[holylulusworld]

Plant Apocalypse

Summary: He thinks you got enough. You disagree.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings: pet names, fluff, crack

A/N: Please consider I mostly don’t write canon for Lloyd.

“Cupcake, what’s this again?" Lloyd asks as he points to the new plant you placed on his desk. “Y/N, I told you not to put plants on my desk. I got sensitive technology in here.”

“Your office looked depressing,” you quip. “I made it cozy and pleasant. The plant will stay.”

He groans deeply. Lloyd knows fighting with you over plants is a lost cause.

“Fine, it can stay. But I won't take care of it."

Lloyd eyes the plant suspiciously.

“It’s a plant, not a thing,” you insist. "That's devil's ivy, a very masculine plant. I was thinking of you when I bought it.”

He grins as you expectantly look at him. You put your hands on your hips, waiting for Lloyd to tell you what he thinks about the plant.

"The plant is lovely,” he says. “Thank you cupcake. It looks very manly.”

“I got more! Come with me. I found all these nice plants and I couldn’t leave them in the flower shop. They would’ve died.”

“You bought more plants?” He furrows his brows. “Muffin, you have enough plants. Last time I checked you had thirty plants.”

“But,” you pucker your lips, and batt your eyelashes, “I don’t have these flowers, Lloyd. You must have a look at them. Let’s start in the bathroom.”

You grab his hand to guide Lloyd out of his office and toward the bathroom. “Please tell me that I will be able to use the toilet.”

“Silly man,” you giggle. “I didn’t put a plant in the toilet. Just come with me. You’ll love it.”

Lloyd follows you into the bathroom. He gasps as he looks around in the baho-inspired bathroom. You placed green potted plants and candles on the wooden floor, framing the freestanding bathtub in the left corner of the room.  

“More plants. We will have to fight our way through all the plants to get inside the tub, muffin.”

He shakes his head. How can he tell you that he hates plants?

“Uh-the orchid is nice, and I like the bamboo on the sill.”

You sigh happily, "I knew you would love them. We should go to the living room next, baby. I got you another masculine plant. It stands next to the new orchid I got. They look great together.”

“I guess,” he chuckles. Lloyd doesn’t have the heart to tell you that he couldn’t care less about plants. But he cares about you. “How many plants did you buy this time?”

“Not many,” you lie poorly.

“How many did you buy, muffin?"

“Five…maybe ten.”

“Sheesh, you are out of control.”

Lloyd dips his head to look you in the eyes.

“Only a little.”

In a soft kiss, he cups your face and presses firmly against your lips.

“Show me that manly plant. I need to know if he's prettier than me.”

>> Part 2

Tags in reblog.

[devilsupdates]

🥅 Jacob Markstrom leads the #NJDevils  onto the ice for warms in Detroit.

He gets the start this afternoon against the Red Wings.

Puck has dropped in Detroit.

#NJDevils  underway

First period

#NJDevils  to the PK early

Brenden Dillon sending a message by cross checking Rasmussen in retaliation for his hit on Jack Hughes on October 24th, but the #NJDevils  better hope it doesn't come back to hurt them

1-0, bad guys.

Sixth straight game the #NJDevils  have allowed the first goal. PP goal for Detroit, but if my sight line is correct, Markstrom wasn't screened and probably should have made that save.

Helluva backcheck by Dillon on Larkin.

It's Johnny Kovacevic who throws down with Michael Rasmussen.

According to Moneypuck, the first goal that #NJDevils  Jacob Markstrom gave up had just a 6% chance of being a goal. He’s let up a few that he wants back lately

2-0 Red Wings... popped up in the air and Markstrom backed into it, which put it in the net.

That Kovacevic slapshot was 98.6 MPH. Sheesh.

Meier-Hischier-Noesen buzzing a bit.

Talbot stops play after they gain a bit of momentum.

Dougie Hamilton PPG

Timo Meier goal PPG

#NJDevils  to the PK. Palat for hooking.

End 1:

#NJDevils  and Detroit tied at 2.

The Devils' power play bailed them out of what was otherwise a bad period of hockey. They'll have to kill 1:17 of a DET PP to start the second.

SOG: 13-8 DET

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - chapter 12 - Emmy’s POV

After our challenges along the way, both to Baldur’s Gate and back to Waterdeep, we finally make it back home and unfortunately have to part ways with Wyll and Karlach. I hope they find a way to visit us again soon.

“We have to head back to Avernus, but luckily we won’t have to be there much longer,” Wyll says. “After our wedding, we will be looking for a home here in Waterdeep. I won’t lie, I enjoy the scenery and architecture here. Let us know when your baby shower will be, and we will be sure to make it. Just ring up Withers.” I chuckle, slightly sad that my friends need to leave for the time being but thankful they’ll always be around.

“And you guys let us know when the wedding will be. We’d be happy to come,” Gale says. “Thank you both. For everything.” Hugs are exchanged and just like that, they’re both summoned back to the Hells to fight off creatures that wouldn’t dare to be seen here on Earth. Gale and I walk back to the tower, our hands holding one another comfortably as we walk into the evening sunset. The soft breeze and salty scent of Waterdeep brings me back a sense of comfort that I missed, even though we were only gone for roughly five days…longer than what we originally planned.

We finally make it back home, and Tara is waiting for us outside the front door. It’s as if she knew we were headed back home, or maybe she is just conveniently hanging outside. Either way, she looks thrilled that her favorite humans have made it back safely to live comfortably in her presence.

“By the moon and stars! It felt like ages since you’ve been home. I was worried sick, you hooligans! Sheesh! So,did you lovely people get the answers you were looking for?” Tara asks, flying around the living area ecstatically.

“Well, answers we weren’t exactly expecting, but news nonetheless,” Gale says. “I’m just glad it wasn’t a fatal disease or something of the sort.”

“Let me take a wild guess – you’re going to be a daddy! Just make sure I get attention too, once the little person is here. I’m not asking too much, just occasional pets and a bowl of cow’s milk every now and then. Read me a bedtime story on the Astral Planes. I’ll do everything to help out, though. Except the diaper changes. Those are on you, Gale. Alas, I only have paws, and I get nauseous easily.”

“Wait, how did you know about the baby?”

“Like I said, just a lucky guess.” She giggles and flies away into the kitchen. Gale rolls his eyes.

“Oh, for the love of… Tara.” I smile, admiring the cozy home we’re finally back in, thankful to be alive and safe in the comfort of the tower. I thought I missed adventuring, but turns out I only missed my companions. Oh, and it’s a delight to have Tara around; I don’t know how Gale did it all those months after the nautiloid crash.

“Well, my love, I am going to the library to write to my mother about the news. Would you like to join me?” I finally hear excitement in his voice about the baby, and I’m sure he’s ready to see his mother again. I smile and take his hand, then he proceeds to lead me upstairs.

“I just have a feeling our parents will show up out of the blue,” I tease. “Who knows how long they’ve been wanting grandchildren?”

“Oh, without a doubt!” We make it to the library and I sit next to him at the desk, both of us surrounded by the various books in his magic library. By magic library, I mean all the books are related to the study of magic. As we sit to write, Tara flies back upstairs with us and gets comfortable in my lap. Ah, sweet Tara.

Six months pass. Six months of horrific pregnancy symptoms, the worst one being fatigue. Six months of nesting and getting the house ready. Six months of Tara following me around everywhere to make sure I’m alright while Gale is teaching at Blackstaff. No signs of Raphael or any other devil ready to corrupt the peace that is currently my life. No more bad dreams these past few months, just several relaxing baths a day due to body pains and a constant hunger for fettuccine.

During these months, my mother came to visit, as well as Gale’s mother. We enjoyed the company of our families and it’s safe to say both sides were thrilled about a new baby being around, especially Gale’s mother. Each time she visits, she brings a new gift for the little one. My mother brings us delicious foods grown from her garden and homemade soup.

It’s here – the day of my baby shower! Gale’s mom showed up yesterday due to a schedule conflict (alright, she may have thought it was yesterday and not today, but we enjoyed seeing her regardless). Every friend except Lae’zel, Jaheira, and Minsc show up to the shower, thrilled to celebrate. Astarion tries to act like he isn’t excited, but deep down, he definitely is.

“You know, the old me would have never thought to ask this, but…may I feel your belly?” Shadowheart asks, smiling. “I used to never want kids, but the thought has crossed my mind lately.”

“You’re like my sister. The maid of honor at my wedding. Someone I love with all my heart. Of course you can touch my belly,” I tell her. She places her hand gently on the globe of life, her eyes widening as she feels the baby kick her hand. I smile back at her, admiring her love for my unborn child, and realizing how truly beautiful she is. Happiness looks good on her.

“Thank you. I got to feel…movement. It made me so happy.” Gale smiles and gains comfort in knowing we have so many supportive people here around us for the little one.

“Okay, okay, ignore what I said before,” Karlach says. “You know, when I said I wanted to wait until the creature was a little older for me to babysit. I could settle for this.” Gale gasps sarcastically.

“Are you, Karlach Cliffgate, saying you’d allow us a date night while the baby is still little and not six years old?”

“Maybe I am, Dekarios.”

“You can just call me Gale, that’s fine too.” I chuckle, releasing a sigh of relief as I enjoy the presence of our friends. The celebration, the love, the laughter… I love feeling at peace, though this pregnancy could be a little less intense.

“Don’t get too excited or you’ll burn the place down. We don’t want another ‘Blushing Mermaid’ incident,” Astarion says. Gale and I look at Astarion with puzzled expressions, then at Karlach, wondering what on Earth she did and why. I’ll be brutally honest though, it doesn’t surprise me that she would burn down an entire bar by accident.

“Wait, what happened at The Blushing Mermaid?” I ask, fighting laughter. “An intoxicated Karlach, perhaps?”

“Well, back when I had that shitty engine, I may have burned the whole place to the ground. Minsc and I were having a competition on who could roar louder, and…I took it too far. The owners had no idea it was me, thank the stars. Astarion, you have nothing to worry about. I can no longer catch on fire, thanks to my new engine.”

“Wow, what a delight. Though you know me, I’m always down for some hedonistic debauchery.”

We all eat rather delicious food, reminiscing about old adventures and talking about what our futures may hold. Wyll and Karlach will soon be our new neighbors, Shadowheart and Astarion have no plans to leave Waterdeep. I look at those two and wonder if they’re secretly together, or if they’re more like siblings who happen to be roommates. I try not to stare at them both, but I really want answers here. I have to constantly tell myself to mind my own business.

Gale and I stand up for a toast. While everyone is drinking either a wine or martini, I’m over here with my delicious mocktail that tastes of peaches and a hint of raspberry. I don’t miss alcohol honestly; I’ll stick with my sweet fruity drinks that will get me ‘drunk’ just from the sugar alone.

“Thank you all for celebrating with us. You are the best friends I could ever ask for, and our little one will be surrounded by such amazing – uh, people and humanoids,” I say, giggling. “He or she will be loved beyond measure, and I’m thankful for such a great group of people.”

“On top of that, we appreciate all the gifts for our child. Being first time parents, we weren’t exactly sure what all we needed, and we are so thankful for everything you’ve given us,” Gale says, raising his glass. “To our new baby, our friends, and a good life ahead of us.”

“Cheers! If either of you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to let me know. I wish you the best for a safe delivery,” Halsin adds. If we were to ask anyone for advice on children, it would definitely be Halsin, though I’m not sure if he would have any advice on infants. With him being a three-hundred-fifty year-old elf, I don’t doubt that he does.

“Thank you, Halsin.”

As all eyes are on me while we give the toast, an overwhelming sensation courses through my body; a feeling of lightheadedness and tickling of the brain. More vertigo, but it appears to be different than what I felt before; something familiar.

Praise the Absolute.

The Absolute will always live.

Die, Die, Die!

Become one of us.

Fuck. Is this some sick joke? Surely I don’t have the tadpole in my head still, because what the Hells was that? So many voices are invading my mind, trying to fool me into something wicked. The room begins to spin more rapidly than before, and my surroundings become a blur. Some sort of psychic interference, perhaps?

“Oh, she doesn’t look so good,” Astarion says. “Emmy?” Gale touches my shoulders, but I can barely feel his hands; it’s as if my body is going completely numb.

“Baby? Are you okay?” His voice fades as I begin to collapse on the floor, and all I can hear is a voice in the distance saying “oh shit!”

After several minutes of unconsciousness, I find myself waking up to everyone in my face as I’m lying on the floor. The world isn’t spinning but my head hurts like no other. Probably because I collapsed on the wooden floor.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay,” Gale mutters with a stressed tone, taking a deep breath. He looks as if he had just been sobbing. Astarion pats him on the back in a sincere way, to comfort him and rid him of the anxiety. I’ve never seen him act that way toward Gale before. “I thought…I thought you were dying. What happened?”

“Oh Gale,” I murmur, trying to recall what happened. My voice is weak and a little raspy as I try to speak. “I…I don’t know what happened. All I remember is that I heard these voices in my head about the Absolute, and then next thing I knew, I collapsed.” I swallow, feeling a nasty flair of acid reflux in my throat. “Could it be the– no, surely not.”

“The tadpole?” Astarion asks. “How would that be possible?”

“What else could it be?”

“Someone or something messing with your head, perhaps?”

“Do you recall anything happening when Raphael abducted you several months ago?” Wyll questions, a bewildered expression on his face like the others. He brings up a good point.“Anything at all?”

“Wait, you got abducted by that heinous devil?!” Shadowheart exclaims. I suddenly remembered she wasn’t there when it happened. Her and Astarion had left for Waterdeep before the entire ordeal occurred. Still, I should have told her.

“Yes. I’ll tell you more about that later. I’m just now having strange issues, so I doubt it has to do with anything that happened in the House of Hope. I’m alright now at least.” I do feel better, besides my unusual craving for ice water. I take a deep breath as Gale helps me up, and luckily I don’t have any waves of vertigo now. What a strange occurrence that was. I hope it was just post-trauma dissociation, but who knows anymore.

“Ah, nothing like the potential of becoming a mindflayer…again…when you’re about to have a baby. Splendid,” Astarion says sarcastically, and then proceeds to look at me with worried eyes.

Despite the spontaneous and unfortunate fainting that left everyone worried, especially my poor Gale, the baby shower ended up turning out wonderfully. The questions still remain: What the fuck happened? Is there a tadpole that I’m somehow not aware of? Do mind flayers still exist?

[fridayth13]

OP!!!!! I loved your fic with Satan reading to MC so much, and I was wondering if you could do a fluffy fic of a confession with Leviathan? Like, they’re playing games together and MC wins and Levi just impulsively smooches em, something like that! It’s up to you ofc how you want it to happen but your writing is so EEEEEE!!!!

Tysm!! -🐝

again and again and again.

↳ leviathan × gn!reader

↳ genre: fluff | wordcount: 500+ | warnings: surprise kiss, leviathan being cringe (affectionate), mayybe ooc??, intended to be romantic but it's not explicit so if you want him to kiss you on the mouth in any context go right ahead 👍

↳ notes: hiiii you have no idea how happy your comment makes me okay 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺 my crops are watered my skin is clear my day is made etc etc etc,, i hope you enjoy this one just as much ^^

it was no secret that leviathan liked you. a lot. the best indicator of this fact was his exhilaration whenever you won a game with him.

whether or not you were on his team, all levi could hope to do was cheer whenever you beat one of his brothers on devil kart. just ask beel, or mammon, or satan, they read his congratulations for you like a book. or maybe that was more on the fact that every time they won anything on his team, he'd be quick to tack on the oh-so-familiar murmur of, "that could've been me but whatever."

hells, even now as you played against him, levi was still kind of rooting for you to win. not that he was going easy on you, of course. he had some semblance of his gamer pride left. but although it should technically be telling him to crush you underfoot once and for all, well—

you threw the controller down into your lap with glee.

"i won!"

levi's controller was dropped in a similar fashion. "you won!"

"i won!" you cheered, pointing at him with a grin brighter than the sun. "take that, levi!"

no, this was so not fair actually. how in the devildom could levi ever be mad at you for gloating at him when you looked at him like that????

how was he supposed to focus on the fact that you beat him at all when— ohhh, hey, was your face always this close?

was his heart always beating this fast?

(what was this, a dating sim??? sheesh, levi get a grip.)

your radiance was no secret to anyone who met you, but have you always been this blinding? has your smile always been so brilliant? the sheer enthusiasm in your cheers and hollers sent levi directly into shock.

you were unlike everything he's ever dreamed of. somehow.. somehow, you managed to be better.

he didn't even notice his hands coming up to your cheeks. not until he'd closed his eyes and his lips found yours.

now, levi has lived to tell the tale of his first kiss with you, however, he never would tell anyone in the first place. he wished he could say he swept you off your feet with the perfect kiss and that you melted in his arms, and everything went perfectly (...like in the dating sims..) except, no.

it did not.

his teeth clacked with yours from the sudden impact. he had to resist the urge to cringe along with the sheer whiplash of his own actions.

that wasn't to say he didn't enjoy it. your lips were so soft and he would happily drown himself in the feeling forever and ever until he died, but he digressed.

his face was still tomato-red when he pulled away. levi knew words were tumbling out of his mouth, but he had no idea what he was saying, what he was doing with his hands, and—

you put a finger on his lips to shush him.

it worked.

for a moment, you just stared at him. but before levi could fully throw himself into panic mode, you slowly placed your hand back into your lap.

"....can we try that again?" you asked, eyes sparkling.

"............okay."

dividers from @clutteredfun

[theomnicode]

Spirit of heroism

We see many types of heroism in the latest chapter, some of which are not so clear. The most obvious type of heroism displayed is defeating monsters so they do not cause chaos. Saitama is most apt in this type of heroism, defeating enemies with one punch.

Another type of heroism is recognizing what is right and wrong. Mad devil yankee used to be a delinquent, but he's shaped up to be a decent lad. Gambling on hero lives and rigging the matches is like OPM version of squid game and he calls it out as it is.

The worst part is that despite idolizing Mumen rider, Mad devil Yankee does not see himself gain any support nor see himself in the same light as the hero he wants to become, despite showing his heroism in more than one way. Instead he's blackmailed into doing what he believes is wrong.

(sheesh, that's a heartbreaker)

He became a hero so he could get his mom into the Hero hospital with the benefits of being a hero, a very noble deed. Being a hero is not an easy job and he's already risen up to B-rank. Shame someone like McCoy got wind of this and pushed him into partaking one of his games.

It is one thing to face against the evil, knowing you cannot win with full support of the populace on your back, than knowing you have zero support while partaking in morally ambiguous sport of kicking down overgrown, experimented on chihuahua monster who feels threathened enough to strike back. He knows this, yet he has to stand and fight back.

I sure do feel bad for this guy but I also feel bad for the monster who had to be put down like a rabid dog it was, because of schemers like McCoy.

Saitama fortunately comes to save the day and puts the monster out of it's misery.

--

Another type of standing up for the spirit of heroism is when Child emperor shows up. He wants to make sure that the dark roots of the association are dug up and cleaned up and he stops McCoy on his tracks and makes sure that the credit goes to the actual hero who defeated the monster. Credit goes where credit is due and Saitama rises in ranks from 39 to 29. He's sincere when he says he also feels bad when he doubted Genos before.

(McCoy keeps taking L's haha, sucker)

Moving onwards, in a most classical Mumen rider style, he performs his heroism by taking Mad devil yankee to the hospital on his bike. But he's more than just his actions of standing up against evil villains and being spiritually very heroic, doing what is right despite the odds and always in the thick of things making sure people get out alright.

(Mumen is such a nice guy, you gotta love mumen)

Pick-me-up for the people who really need encouragement is also in the spirit of heroism that Satoru is known for.

Words can be wielded just as any weapon or in this case, ointment for the wounds in Yankee's own spirit of heroism that suffered a major blow in thinking losing his life was the divine punishment for his wrong-doings.

--

Lastly but not least, we have Saitama but not in the way you think.

It is one thing to keep punching things in classic Saitama fashion and be very heroic in doing so, saving people in the nick of time like so:

(We love it when Saitama suddenly just appears to punch the monster)

It's another to go against your own desires, depression and lack of wealth when offered easy money by gambling and coming out on top against the temptations of the dark side of Hero association squid game. And recognicing the dangers of potential root for addiction such as gambling when depressed and when short on money.

Saitama embodies the spirit of heroism of the self in this chapter, by overcoming the temptations and doing what is right instead and not gambling for easy money. He's one of the few heroes who could even catch Formula 1 car by foot.

The temptation to join the illegal gambling because the odds are stacked against him is massively high and he could easily get bucks by betting on himself, but he chooses not to and stays on the good side. It is not the last time Saitama's moral compass is seriously being tested with money and will not be the last time.

A hero of his own life, so to speak.

(bets it was a fake jewel anyway and not worth much, with his luck)

He's not a hero for the money or the fame, he's just a hero so he can help people like this poor lady whos purse got snatched.

All the needs is a thank you, so he can get the sense of accomplishment from doing a good job.

(Ironically, the only one who got "divine punishment" in this chapter was probably McCoy)

[roetrolls]

DREAM SEQUENCE RECAP PART TWO: Why the Fuck is Persep Here?

Alright, it's been six months since THE LAST RECAP (though much less than that in-universe) so it's high time we summarize what's gone down in that time!

Settle in, grab some popcorn (or perhaps cotton candy?) and let's do this!

STORMS ARE BREWING

When last we checked in, Cylion was faced with the difficult task of fixing Favion's mess.

Damage Control - Step one? To get Nymira out of her room, of course! Cylion crafts a daymare he knows will send her running to him, and boy does it.

Damage Control II - Step two, naturally, is to take the arm away. Cylion and Somnia tag team this one.

Irritating - Unfortunately for Cylion, Favion's not too pleased with how he chose to fix this little hiccup. Sheesh, can't this guy do anything right? His dad sure doesn't think so! Cylion's pretty peeved about it.

UH-OH SPAGHETTI-OS!

Squabble - Hey, remember that note Nymira left herself? The one written in her own blood? Don't worry about it, you don't need to. She does! And she did! So when Cylion tries to convince her that Marrie was never at the church at all? Yikes. Then Nymira threatens to tell their father, and Cylion snaps, taking Little Friend hostage to keep her from getting Favion involved.

Getaway - AND NOW PERSEP IS HERE? No, false alarm. Cylion's just visiting him in dreamland. They hang out and chat! It'd be kind of nice if they weren't, y'know, Persep and Cylion.

Connections - AHH FUCK NEVERMIND NOW HE'S HERE FOR REAL! Nymira slips away from home to ask Ailzea for help. Her entire world is crumbling a little, she needs some support. Unfortunately, she doesn't get that. Instead she gets kidnapped!

Devils and Deals - Persep wants to use Nymira's powers. Cylion wants her back home. They compromise. Persep can have her for four days. Nymira's none the wiser.

Candy and Crocuses - Nymira's abilities aren't as malleable as Persep had hoped. He's having trouble getting exactly what he wants from her. So sad for him.

NOW WE'RE COOKIN' WITH GAS

Desperate Measures - Nymira tries to pull Cylion into her dreams, then stumbles into Persep's instead. But Cylion's there! Yippee! And he's... talking about how they agreed on four days. Un-yippee. Nymira's world shatters. She does the only thing she can think to and enlists Persep's help, determined to learn everything her knows about the church and herself.

Rescue - Cylion to the rescue! Nymira pretends she's unaware that he's been in league with Persep. It's like chess out here!

Here There Be Witches - Let's hop on back to the House of Restoration real quick. Weaver's here! She helps animate Marrie's new arm. We also learn some more about Favion. Seems Nymira's not the only one with powers that can help treat his affliction. Archie donates blood btw.

And that's all she wrote.

We are she.

Except that's not really all she/we/me wrote because there's a drabble finished and waiting to post, actually. Archie's relevant again, yayyy! But this seemed like a good thing to do first.

Also don't think we're done with Persep yet. I mean we are for NOW, but like. Guys don't just LEAVE the soup.

[nerdieforpedro]

Wednesday WIP

It's hump day people! So that means it's time to find out what everyone is working on! 😎 As for your girl Nerdie, I have a few things in the works: two Dieter fics, two Marcus Pike fics, and Dave/Santi.

@iamasaddie Popped out a dark Valentine's Day prompt and past Nerdie said sure! Thus we're going to have a different version of Marcus Pike. (Not “Daddy” I made a slight edit to the prompt). He might be a bit manipulative, but it's for your benefit. Not odd at all. It's still in bullet points and some of them may change I gave @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin a preview so have to ask her if it makes any sense. 😄 (The above gif is how I picture this Marcus. Like he looks so sweet, but sir, SIR! But also we're okay with it, maybe.)

@magpiepills gave me an excellent idea for meeting Marcus Pike at a motel based off a Tag game we did a week or two ago. I've thought of three parts for the thing. I just gotta write it. That will be the Marcus fluff we know and love. 💕

@angelofsmalldeath-codeine Sweetly asked if there was an update on my chapter Dieter series "Weddings 101 with Dieter." I am working on chapter 4, I just have to work out the details. The devil is there and he is mocking me. 😈 The Horny Delegation's High Chancellor has high expectations. Maybe I should have written it a little worse. 🤗

Dave/Santi have their bullet points mostly. I did start on them. Maybe February @for-a-longlongtime It needs a lot more meat, lube, cargo pants and zip ties. There may be a preview of that next week along with some Santiago smut. The Santi x reader smut will be @rhoorl (she started it with her ask) and @legendary-pink-dot fault who sent me one journalist's investigative piece on Oscar's Dune beard. 🤣 I also blame Pinterest. You search “Oscar Isaac beard” one time. Sheesh. 😒

I finished my addition to the PMAMC 2024 challenge organized by the talented @wannab-urs and, well, it's done and out there. 👀 Read the other ones and come back to mine, if you think about it. This week is everyone is posting so there will be a masterlist up later with everyone who participated.

I'll end with a small preview of my Dieter Brovo one-shot:

God he needs to feel you, the pocket pussy he has is alright but he needs your full weight on him. You mewling at him, giving him silent direction as he tries to make you vocalize more. Dieter’s aware he’s often loud enough for the both of you and he finds that hearing the few moans that you will give him, fill him with a sense of accomplishment. He remembered that you’d told him that it was difficult to climax sometimes and actually you’ve reached your peak so much more often with him than other partners, because he cared to find out where your spots are, what makes you feel good. Your hushed noises weren’t an indication that he wasn’t doing well, you just weren't used to making sounds during sex. Since the two of you met at a club where you had misplaced your shoes and Dieter let you borrow his crocs, you’d been seeing each other when you could. It was one of the few stable relationships Dieter had outside of his business team.

So that’s all I have this week. 🤗 See you next week!

No pressure tags: @fhatbhabie @trulybetty @morallyinept @maggiemayhemnj @pedroshotwifey @megamindsecretlair @i-own-loki @secretelephanttattoo @goodwithcheese @ladybess-a03 @laurfilijames @musings-of-a-rose @undercoverpena @avastrasposts @chronically-ghosted @gwendibleywrites

[guiltiest-gear]

An FAQ for the (almost) dead

Where am I? Currently, you are not anywhere in particular, as you have just died, there is nowhere left to be.

Am I actually dead? Not technically, but about to be. This is where things go just before they're about to die.

Is there anything past this point? It depends on who you ask, to some, it's the final end, the final resting place. To others, judgement upon your soul, eternal damnation, eternal paradise, or eternal purgatory. Perhaps something more lies beyond this point, another life to begin all again.

Do you know what the answer is? I'm afraid not.

Is there a reason you don't know? "I know that I know nothing", stated by Greek philosopher Socrates.

What exactly does that mean? Simple. I'm only certain that I don't know what lies beyond here.

...just what are you? I'm not really anyone in particular, but I've always been here, since the first soul and until the last.

So you are someone then, right? No, I'm no one at all. Yet I could be everyone too, I could even be part of you, or even you. For all you know and that I know, this could be nothing more than a mirror.

Okay wait, so if you exist because of death, are you the literal concept and manifestation of it? Death itself? I am not Death, I'm no one, I just said that.

That doesn't make any sense. It doesn't need to.

Well, okay fine, moving on I guess. Of course.

You know it was just a passing statement right? You don't need to answer every question I have. It's my job to answer questions, that's why you're here.

Well, do you have a name? I don't, no. I don't need one anyway.

Why not? I never felt it necessary to have something beyond the final rest.

Can you tell me how I died, or I guess how I'm going to die? It's better I don't, lest your soul be restless in the final point.

Final point? It's just another name for the final rest of death, that's all.

Okay yeah I guess that makes sense, but why won't you tell me the reason I die? As I said, it's better I don't to allow the final rest to be more peaceful. Perhaps there is also the moral reasons for not telling you.

And they are? I simply believe the soul should have a proper final rest, not weighed down by unfinished business. A soul should be allowed to pass into the final rest without being weighed down by these things. It's better that way.

I've been kind of curious about something, does God exist? It depends.

On what? Many things, your beliefs mainly.

Well, what do you believe? Nothing in particular.

So...is God present or not? Sometimes, yes. Other times, not so much.

Is He in heaven? Sometimes, yes.

What about the devil, does he exist? It depends as well.

On what? As i said, your beliefs mainly.

Well if God isn't in heaven, where is he? In lots of places, the sea, the flesh, the machine, the forest, space, the universe, outside of the universe, interwoven with the universe, many places.

Why would He be in any of those places? Simple, if you look hard enough in some place, He can be found, even if He isn't there.

How can you find God in a place where He isn't? You find Him by finding His absence within where you're looking.

Are you God? No, but I could be, neither of us have any way of knowing. You could be God as well and never know it.

So...God is everywhere? It depends on who you ask, but perhaps so.

So if I said I found God within you or myself, would that be correct? It can be. It depends on who you ask.

What if I said God is located solely within myself and nowhere else? Is that correct? It can be as well, again, it depends on who you ask.

Well what if- Again, it depends.

Alright, sheesh, no need to cut me off. So anyway, what has a soul in it? Anything can.

What do you mean by that? Anything and everything can contain a soul. Humans, fish, machines, forests, anywhere you look can contain a soul of sorts. Perhaps not one as complex as a humans, but one nonetheless.

You said this is where things about to die go, yes? That's correct.

So...how long until I die? When you decide to. This moment can last an eternity, or it can last only a few seconds. When you're ready to let go and pass on, just say the word.

...well that's a morbid outlook, what about you? If you're implying I'll get lonely, I don't.

I guess I kinda was implying that, yeah. But like...will I ever see you again? No.

Why not? You're moving on into the final rest, I'm afraid you won't exactly see much of anything, let alone me.

...I guess that makes sense, yeah. You seem defeated, why?

...I don't know, I'm about to die, I don't know what lies beyond this, I only have this voice with no name to talk to answering all my damned questions...I'm just...I'm just fucking afraid, okay? I don't know... It's okay to be afraid. That's why I'm here to answer your questions before you pass on. So perhaps you're a little less afraid.

...what do you look like, anyway? ...excuse me?

I dunno, I just...pictured you as having an appearance, but you're just kind of a disembodied voice that's talking back to me. Isn't it like...kinda off-putting or something? Perhaps so, yes. Would you like an appearance for me to assume?

I'd like that, yeah. Very well then, no peeking, let it be a surprise.

Fine fine, yeah, my eyes are closed, can I open them now? You may, yes.

...I don't have any words, frankly. Was it not what you expected?

It isn't that, it's just...I don't know... You want to say I'm beautiful, don't you? But want to avoid making it weird?

...yeah. Thought so.

...is it weird now? Weird? No. Perhaps a little awkward? Maybe.

...sorry. There's no need to apologize, you didn't know.

Well, alright, if you insist I guess. I do.

...so I'll never see you again, right? I'm afraid so.

Why does it have to be this way? It's the final rest, it's just how things ended up working out.

...one last question, I guess. Of course, what is it?

...well, maybe not a question, but whatever. Go on.

...I love you. I love you too.

Do you mean it? If I didn't, I wouldn't say it back.

Thanks... No need to thank me, I'm simply doing what's right and what I feel to be right.

So, I guess I'm done with my business and questions, now what? It means you're ready to move onto the final rest. I presume you'd like to know how to confirm you want to finally pass along?

That's right, yeah. Well, simply state, "I'm ready to move on.", that's all.

Well, I guess one last question, again, or something. What is it?

...do you have a name, after all of this? It can be anything you like.

...I'm not sure really, now that you say it. That's alright, you don't need to say it aloud.

...thanks. Of course.

...I guess this is goodbye now, isn't it? After you say you're ready to move on, yes.

Well, here goes nothing... It was nice talking to you while it lasted.

Yeah, the same for me to... When you're ready then.

I'm ready to move on. Very well then, this is the last you'll ever see of me. Any final words before the final rest?

...I love you, and I'll miss you. I'll miss you too, and I won't forget the time we spent, even if it was brief.

Well, I guess this is goodbye then. I'm afraid it is.

Goodbye, I love you. Goodbye to you as well, I love you too.