#Ten toes TF down

[justasopearchive]

Now mind you, Jin was his roommate…😩😩😩

Litcherally from the beginning, Yoongi was about Hobi and that’s lowkey insane to me…my man has never switched up, EVER!

[milliesfishes]

Coryo freaking tf out and taking off work anytime his wife has a like a headache or like breaks a toe PLZ😭

⋆౨ৎcoryo being worried about his wife⋆౨ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow

Coriolanus kept his loved ones as close as allowed, sparing no expense keeping them safe and happy as possible. You were the chief example of this, the longtime subject of his purest love and adoration reserved solely for you.

Though happy as a woman had ever been, you had a tendency to fall into accident-prone ways. He called you from his swanky office downtown one afternoon, voice tight with worry because he'd heard you had taken a tumble down the stairs.

"I'm fine," you assured him dulcetly, shifting the receiver to the other hand. "The doctor already examined me. It'll be nothing more than a bruise or two. It's my own fault for wearing heels and not holding the railing."

But even your promises couldn't satisfy him. He was pushing up the hem of your skirt the instant you were within reach, fingers tracing the purpling mark dented in by the hard plane of the wooden step.

"Darling, this doesn't look good at all," he frowned, brow creased like the marked page of a book. It was a chapter you were often turning to, the literature of his concern nearly poetic where it was highlighted with love. His eyes narrowed at the severity of your bruise. "You need to be more careful with the woman I love."

You couldn't help but smile at his concern, letting him poke and prod at your leg, afflicted like an apple that had been dropped to the floor. The tide loved the moon and so it bent to its will, and it was much the same with Coriolanus and you.

The event of him calling during the day was vastly common. He made an effort to check on you so often that you wondered if he was neglecting his duties at all. But remembering how diligent a worker Coriolanus was, the question never passed your lips.

One of these times, you mentioned casually that you had a headache, and Coriolanus voice tensed. "Are you alright? Did anyone bring you medicine-"

"Yes," you cut him off, shaking your head fondly at his concern. "It should take motion soon, don't worry. I'll be fine."

But no more than ten minutes after you hung up, he appeared in your doorway, taking you in his arms and asking about your condition. "Sweetheart, are you well?"

Laughing slightly and burying your face in his chest, you nodded. "I am. There was no need to fuss." Indeed, the pounding of your skull had been quieted by the pills delivered to you by a maid.

"Still," he insisted, guiding you over to your bed. Before you knew it you were nestled in his arms, and he was quietly insisting he'd done enough work for today, that he'd much rather spend time with his beautiful wife instead.

"You're far more important than any report," Coriolanus murmured into your hair, planting kisses at your temple. "No matter how little you believe your afflictions are."

[stnexus]

SFW + NSFW HEADCANONS…!

ino takuma + mentions of black!fem!reader

MINORS DNI, 18+, RATED R

cw. sfw + nsfw, fluff, smut, tattoos + piercings, slightly switch!ino, little bit of switch!reader, mentions of creampie, choking, oral (male + fem receiving)

names used (?): babe, baby, pretty, sweet girl, daddy, lil daddy

very clingy, loves to touch you

overall pretty calm and laid back

like it takes a LOT for you to ever see him angry

always smiling and joking around

in order for him to fall asleep you have to be laying on top him, like a weighted blanket

has a playlist full of old songs and uses the “whatchu’ know about this” line so much

the type to sit in with you while you’re getting your braids done

**playing with your braiders child and everything (he lowkey eating that baby’s fruit snacks)

he’s the the type to just like getting on your nerves

**“takuma moveee”

**“not until you give me a kiss…”

the type to have a selection of his shirts off to the side just for you because you like sleeping in them

**“alright, these,” he points, “you can wear all the time. but the shirts on the right side, if you touch…i’ll remove your hands and left big toe…no hesitation.”

**you still beg him to let you wear the ones he told you not to take

**but he can’t complain when he sees you in them, just lets out a deep sigh as he stretches his arms out to land a light spank on your butt

loves to help you cook, loves helping you bake just so he can play around and steal food from the pot and lick the batter left in the bowl

loves laying his head on your stomach and points out when it’s growling

**“oooh, someone’s hungry, huh?”

hates just regular texts, either always sending voice messages or unexplained memes/weird + random texts

new message from ‘kuma babyyy <3:

babe…why tf a random dog just bit me on my ass?

[one attachment]

doc said i need ten rabies shots bruh.

yes. the attachment was a picture of his asscheek.

tongue piercing. not up for debate.

tattoo on his back that spans from one shoulder to the other

tattoo right behind his ear, and goes halfway down the side of his neck

tattoo from his wrist and down the side of his pinky.

[NSFW LOCATED BELOW…!]

is a certified munch.

he loves being between your thighs with his tongue lapping at your clit. saliva and your arousal coating his chin as his nose bumps against your cute little bundle of nerves. the cool metal of his tongue piercing against you makes your thighs shake and makes your cries for him even sweeter

praise kink, likes to know he’s making you feel good

**“takuma, r—right thereee. you make me feel so good…”

loves spanking you. until you’re so sore, every brush of his hand or any article of his clothing makes you whimper.

but, also likes kissing your asscheeks once he’s done. his cooler feeling lips pressing into the hot and irritated skin

loves seeing you ride him

his hands tucked behind his head as his body slightly moves with your bouncing, his eyes low as pretty moans leave his lips

likes ordering you around a little bit when you’re on top

**“give daddy a kiss, pretty,” he tells you in a slightly strained voice. watching as you’d bend towards him, your bouncing slowly slightly as your lips connect. “such a sweet girl,” he groans against your lips.

**“i didn’t tell you to slow down. go faster.”

likes to just toy with you some days, seemingly out of nowhere. with no want or need for anything in return.

**he’d have you laid over his lap as he watches tv, his fingers moving in and out of your cunt as he listens to your wetness squelching in response. your face somewhat pushed into the couch as you cry out — creaming around the fingers that he fucks into you. he’d make you cum as many times as he felt like, or until you tap out

he’s a bit of a switch, likes when you plant your hand at the base of his neck, fingers digging into the sides as you find yourself bouncing in his lap once again

**“you gonna cum for me lil daddy?”

**“y—yea baby, can i cum inside? pleaseplease f—uck. you fuck me so good”

needs eye contact when you give him a blowjob. he loves seeing your eyes water as you try to deep throat him. a lazy dazed out smile playing at his lip as he’s almost slightly amused

[wenumsmol]

Hashira Training Arc last episode commentary

My thoughts aren't in chronological order. Sorry, not sorry.

So I finally just finished watching Demon Slayer Hashira training arc.

Ubuyashiki gang gang, suicide squad, peace be with you, went out like a G. He said "You want to kill me? That's funny, face the wall while I blow your mind." Then fucked up MJ's pimp suit. Wifey said, "I'mma stick beside him." Kids are like "MY DADDY SAID." Fr they were singing creepy like the little girls jumping rope in the Freddy Krueger movies. I like that shit. twinkle twinkle little star. We're gonna Ubu ya SHIKI.

What's up with Zenitsu? When loud mfrs get quiet it's about to be some shit. He got some bad news but idk what tf it was. What I'm sure of is that it'll make his ass fight nastier because he's got angst fuel.

Gyoumei dance TOO nice. Big daddy came swangin'. Straight ball sweat, tears, and WORK.

Inosuke just wanted to eat his food bro. You not supposed to take food away from hungry animals. I thought we all knew this? That smile was dangerous. "Oh, so you wanna FUCK?!"

Did Lord Tengen get put in the basement too? I can't stop thinkin' about him and his wives chillin' in a love pile then falling through the floor butt ass nekkid. Ass, titties, king kong willie wonka SKY FALLIN'. That's flashy fr.

Tanjiro is about to go god mode on some "let there be light" shit, bustin' a move just like his daddy before him. Cha cha real smooth. I like it, Picasso.

They put the demon eater in the basement like he's not about to feast. Genya is about to chow demon cheeks and cut the fuck up with his boom stick. Our baby is JUICING.

Lady Tamayo ten toes down. Honorable mommy fr. She said she's gonna make MJ face the man in the mirror for real.

Rengoku, papa, I love you <3.

[imaginespazzi]

Hey bestie,

How are you? I hope you’re doing good! Me? Not so much after reading part 3 😭

My thoughts:

I wasn’t expecting us to finally get the fight from that night, so I was NOT prepared. This - When Azzi’s 18, Paige says those words, ones that sound a lot like giving up, and teaches Azzi that sometimes in life, even the people you thought would never make you feel this way, are the ones who'll break you the most – this broke me babe, and to think Azzi still held on despite everything. Like I know Paige was just hurting but maybe she does deserve the suffering (a little bit) after all.

The entire summer scene was fucking elite. Poor Katie and Tim, they just wanted a. nice. family. dinner!! And instead they had to sit through their daughter’s gay ass drama lmao, #freeKatieandTim

The bros standing ten toes down for Pazzi ✊ Jon and José not even trying sent me, like no sorry, P is our sister-in-law but we appreciate you dropping by. AND DREW, our MVP - Drew had looked over to Azzi then, his eyes wide and accusing, “you can’t be Azzi’s girlfriend.” – little man was a bit traumatised, like sorry pookie who is this girl and why is she claiming to be something she can’t possibly be? He’s the GOAT fr, I know when he and P got back home, he scolded tf outta her and it went something like- Drew: “Why are you letting Azzi be other people’s girlfriend?? That’s OUR pookie.” P: “I know, I’m trying bro!”. Drew: “Well try harder!!” *stomps away*.

Then the Cayman Islands - UCLA and UConn to each other: 😡😤🔪🤬🖕👿 while Azzi and Paige: 🥰😍🫂🤩💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 and then there’s probably Carol like: 😩 (she’s so over all this)

And then the ending! I’m guessing P left without saying goodbye because she probably saw the text from Zoe and once again was promptly reminded of their reality? 🥺

Speaking of Zoe, oh girl I’m so sorry, you deserve better – like damn, she just wanted to share some fucking pizza!!

Also, jealous Azzi making an appearance! (I’m such a shameful sucker for the jealous Paige and Azzi trope, I’m sorry!)

Oh and one final thing on part 3 – babe I know you said writing **** was taking years off your life, but we really appreciate your sacrifice because it was absolute 🔥🔥

What’s next (potentially)?

Oh man where to from here huh… I feel like Paige is eventually gonna get to the point where she's like "choose me, pick me", only to realise that Azzi just can’t do it cause she can't trust her with her heart, and I know it's gonna hurt bad. And even though Paige needs and wants more, she’ll also take whatever she can get even if it’s slowly killing her, because it’s Azzi and she’d rather have a little bit of her than none at all 😔

Also, a tension-filled game between them in the final 4 coming up maybe??

That part where Katie shoots Azzi a look of disappointment – I wonder if momma Fudd will ever call out Azzi over whatever’s happening between her and Paige and poor Zoe?

Either way, something tells me we’ve still got a lot of angst coming our way, and look as much as I want our babies to finally just get their shit together, I just can’t say no to more angst you know, I’m just a girl. 🤷‍♀️

Oh and this part - she’s even less sure about how she’d survived that one year where they’d practically lived in each other’s skins – is this something (I'm guessing this is their covid era?) we go into a bit more?? I do love all the allusions/references to how long they’ve always been something more and the blurring of the lines but never fully crossing it obviously until that fateful summer of 2022. I guess it does explain somewhat, though, why Paige felt so betrayed about Azzi not choosing her (UConn) because baby girl probably thought “ok once we’re both at UConn, we can finally be together 😌” - like her dream/vision of them playing together and also being together got ripped away from her ❤️‍🩹

As always, bestie, thank you for existing, thank you for your talent and for being so generous in sharing it with us. You outdo yourself every. fucking. time. 💐

Quick non-ucla fic side note: ESPN’s Bracketology having Utah and UConn on opposing sides of the bracket, so basically they’re saying Utah vs UConn championship game where I get to watch AP and PB ball out? Yeah ok, give it to me. 🤪 #APHiveUP (but bleed blue always ofc)

Favourite quote/line:

“You always say the right things,” Paige says quietly, and then even quieter, she whispers under her breath, “you make it so hard Az.”

Big love always 💗,

-🙋‍♀️

Hi bestie,

Omg I'm sorry....again 😭

I was gonna wait a little longer with the fight but it felt right to have it in this chapter and I wanted it to be from Azzi's perspective because it would hit just a little harder

Poor Katie and Tim fr like they should have just gone on a cute date instead of having to deal with this craziness

The brothers are the biggest Pazzi shippers like they're actually tired of their sister's bullshit at this point. Drew with the biggest truth ever really just shut everybody else up. "GET OUR POOKIE BACK BEFORE I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING" - Drew Bueckers at some point probably

I was gonna add a line about Carol and Charisma just frowning at their teammates and being all exasperated and then fully forgot lmao but yeah UCLA and UConn are big mad at each other. Though writing Nika and KK are Muhl and Arnold felt so weird.

Bestie you might be the only person who got my hint which apparently was not as obvious as I thought 😭

Zoe, poor girlie pop, y'all are gonna be absolute wrecked for her soon because girlie's just a sweetheart who does not deserve this but got caught in it anyway

Jealous Azzi might actually be worse than jealous Paige in this universe lmao but the waitress was doing *too much*

Part 4 is honestly a bit of a mystery to me because I've dug myself a bit of a hole but never fear, I will angst myself out of it somehow. 😭

#APHiveUp YES EXACTLY BESTIE!! Utah vs UConn for the national championship because actually AP vs AE would be pretty fun too and listen not to get at my girl AP, but AE would win that and then UConn would win and that's the only valid ending.

As always, thank you for being here bestie. I love your long asks and how much you just get me and the UCLA fic which really wouldn't even be a thing without you.

Love you babes <3

[kaecodes]

A Quick Note

I was going to post a WIP snapshot update of several projects plus an exciting new one, but I logged on to a really nasty anonymous Ask that I'm not going to share here because frankly you don't deserve it being read.

But I want to make something immensely clear, if you're ableist & your ableism causes you to have a problem with my more simplified style of design, or the fact that I won't use certain inaccessible scripts, or the fact that when I answer you in DMs I turn down tutorializing certain design trends?

The door is right there.

If my simpler colour schemes, or my more minimalist designs, or my refusal to use or design doHTML is a problem for you? You are welcome to not buy any skins I may ever sell. You are welcome to never commission me if or when I ever open commissions. You are welcome to not engage with this blog if the content on it does not appeal to you either in style, taste, or substance.

This is not a hostage situation. The door is right there. You send me a nasty ask every couple weeks, I don't post them & I won't post them, this is the only time I'm going to even address you directly whoever tf you are.

I'm building skins I personally like, skins I can actually use. If they're not your cuppa that is absolutely fine, but if you're going to be an ableist cunt about it come off of anon because you wrote & proofread(ostensibly), then hit send on that nasty trashfire of an Ask to try ruining my day. You should stand ten toes down in that nasty hateful puddle you pissed out.

Leave me alone.

[zeydaan-isabella]

Workout Routine (Vanquish Soul Pantera TF)

Commission for Vinomath with a story by them, too!

It was finally done, my very own personal gym in my garage. It was the first step in taking control of my fitness, and the next would be actually creating a routine. I had downloaded one online, meant to be for beginners looking for a bit of a jumpstart in their fitness journey. While I've exercised before, I never followed the instructions of a trainer nor had a structured setup. That was changing today though. I dressed in my workout attire, a pair of black sweatpants and a matching black sweater with a black undershirt. Ready to start it, I put it on over the speakers, taking a quick swig of a sports drink - ready to kick things off.  "Welcome to your new workout obsession. By the time it's over, you'll be ready for any fight." the female voice said. "To begin, we're going to be doing some stretches. We'll start with our legs, simply take a step forward and try to touch the tip of your toes."  The instruction was simple enough, and I did exactly that. I moved my foot in front of me, bending over as I felt my back and arms feel the tension of the stretch. It was strange, it felt...almost easier than it should have. Before I was only at most able to make it down to my foreleg. However, as I stretched, it was as if my arm had become longer than before because now I was able to touch the tip of my toes with it. Maybe over the years, I had just gotten more flexible?  Even my back felt a bit odd like a part of it was missing. It was like the back of my shirt and hoodie felt looser, almost concavely so. I didn't think much of it, as it wasn't enough to stop the exercise for. Just seemed more like something to deal with after. Perhaps I just put on an old outfit that was bigger than my current size.  "Alright, stretch time is over. Next, we're going to be getting some cardio going. You will jog in place for five minutes before we move on to the next stage. Don't over-exert yourself, keep a slow tempo."  I nod my head and do just that. Lifting up my legs off the ground so my knee reached to my stomach getting a good size of step going as I did so. As I did, it seemed to get progressively easier just like the stretching was. In fact, even the floor seemed to be farther down now. Were my measurements wrong when I made the room? I was average size but I felt much taller in here. Even my legs felt easier to lift as if they were lighter. Looking down, perhaps my eyes were deceiving me but it even looked like they were...curvier? The calves and thighs seemed more protruded than before, maybe the muscles were being worked out so they looked more swollen during the workout? Yes, that must be it.  "Excellent work, let's keep it up. We're going to be working on the glutes now. We're doing ten reps of squats. Feel the burn!"  I stop jogging and start crouching down, holding my arms out as I push down and bringing them back when I stand up straight yet again. Each squat felt like there was more weight there to bring up and down - as if my rear end itself was bigger. It even seemed like it was pressing against the back of my pants a bit more. Not only that, I felt like my hips were straining against the pants as well. I dismissed it as simply being from the exercise, strange as it was. A quick peek down made it look like they were larger, just as the length of my legs appeared longer and curvier.  That wasn't the only pulling on my backside, the pain from the workout even applied to my spine. The base of it felt like it was on fire, though it also felt like something was growing out from there. I felt something come out from the top of my pants, and continue to extend as it touched the air of the room. This was enough to get me to stop and look backward, noticing that an orange-furred tail with a brown tip and spots was now at my backside.  "Do not be distracted, every moment you pause your workout is another moment you waste both of our time." the woman's voice suddenly said. "If you keep it up, I'll have to get someone else to take over your regimen."  I was in disbelief at what I just heard, how could a recording know that? "W-what are you talking about?" I asked, unsure if the voice would respond.  "What's your name?" the voice simply answered back.  I was going to nervously respond, but...what was my name? Something with a J? A V? It's my name, why couldn't I remember it!?"  "For every second you're not exercising, more of your mind will drip away, no better motivator than stakes." the voice said with eerie confidence. "Now then, you still have more reps left."  "I can't exercise when I don't know my name and I don't have a hole for my tail!" I retort. Why did it sound so...wrong? I've always had a tail...right? It was weird because I couldn't remember my name, that's it!"  "Three reps to go."  Defeated, I go back to the squats as I try to sort out my mind. I searched desperately inside to try and remember what was forgotten and yet...nothing. Try as I might it was like a locked door without a key in my head. "Alright, let's bring things back down to the ground." the voice said. "Get down on your hands and feet, it's time for pushups. Like the squats, we'll be doing ten reps of them.  Not wanting to see what else would happen, I listened to the instructions. I start pushing my chest low to the ground and bringing it back up to make a straight back. With each pushup, my chest seemed to get closer to the ground. Not only that, but it seemed...separated. Like two separate mounds of mass had grown onto them, protruding out of my chest. During one of the pushups, my posture wasn't right, and I slipped and fell right on my front. Here, I felt my chest press against the ground in a way I never felt before. I quickly turn over, feeling the mass sway drastically with it without proper support underneath my top. Lo and behold, at my chest, there were breasts! I had boobs!  And I...always had them? People don't just grow mammaries...right? That sounded right and yet, they felt so foreign on my chest. Was it related to my lack of name? Did I also forget about the breasts resting on my chest and the curves that felt off earlier? It was hard to figure out what was wrong or right, but my thoughts were interrupted when the next step came from the "recording."  "We're sticking back to the ground because now it's sit-up time! Get that core worked out!"  I knew the recording was doing something to me, and I should be worried about not doing what it said, so I lay back down on my back and started doing the next exercise step. I did feel the burn at the lower part of my torso, a building sensation forming there. Though I struggled at first, it was getting progressively easier, the abs forming on my body showed that the exercise was paying off. With each sit-up, more of the strange feelings around the lower half remained. Just like what happened at my back was felt at the sides around where my navel was located. The hoodie and shirt were both feeling...oversized? I had been exercising more lately, maybe the size of it was just too big now and I'd need to invest in another. I didn't let it bother me too much as I managed to work through this part without getting distracted or stopping.  "We're close to the end, let's start winding down." the voice said. "Let's loosen the neck, just simply roll your head along your shoulders in a circular motion, that'll help your neck and shoulders to wind down."  All of this still felt wrong, but without a way to figure out what exactly that was, I figured I better simply follow the directions and do what the voice told me to do. My ears twitched as I did, becoming more apparent with each second. It wasn't just that, but even my hearing felt stronger. My ears weren't just more emotive, but they also felt larger with each flick of them. I even felt an itchy feeling down the back of my neck, something trickling along down it. It was almost as if my hair was gently being pulled, extending and when I rolled my head I found much more hair falling into my face. And were those...yellow streaks in it? I didn't remember ever dying my hair once but...maybe I did when I was younger? Just simply forgot about it and it stayed there? There were even shades of purple in it that I noticed as the hair fell into my line of sight.  "And last one" the voice chimed in. "Hold up one leg as high as you can. Keep your other foot on the ground and don't move it."  With new instructions, I stop, brushing the hair out of my face. I grab the bottom of my leg, hoisting it up. The stretching hurt at first, but that subsided as the pressure at the nether regions was loosening. In fact, the front of my pants felt a lot more open. I was channeling my energy though to focus on getting the pose.  None of this was right, it was all wrong. I wasn't a girl, my hair wasn't supposed to be this long. A brief moment of my proper mind came, almost coming close to remembering my name and then -  Nothing. My mind was dulled, and I was staring ahead with a blank expression on my face. Remembering anything, forming any kind of proper thought became impossible. I... The man-turned-woman's body hair multiplied on her body, of which matched the color of the fur on her new tail. And like that, the fur pattern was the same. Primarily orange with a lighter side on the underside of her arms and down her neck and face. Black, splotchy markings formed with a darker shade of orange fur on the inside of them. Her feet grew longer, the toenails sharpening and turning black as they contorted into claws. Her toes even lost a digit of toes to only leave four behind, a growth forming at the ball of the foot, heel, and under each digit as a purple paw pad found themselves on her new paws.  Her hair had gone from black to a lighter shade of it with streaks of purple and yellow in it, the bangs elongating and more of it falling onto her face while others fell to the side. Her face pushed outward, becoming a short snout while her nose shifted into a triangular shape whilst turning a black color. The woman's teeth grew a bit longer, the shape of them a bit sharper. White fluff formed inside of her ears, sticking out more definitely through her hair. Her eyelashes became both longer and thicker, the edges of her eyes becoming a bit more pointed. The man was a human no more, but a jaguar woman.  Her outfit altered greatly as well. The front of her shoes melted away, leaving only a small piece of fabric between her furthest left digit and the next one over on each paw. The shoes grew up her legs, turning white with black laces going across the front as it went up to just below her knees. Around her knees themselves, a black kneepad formed with a flame decal ending in a red gem at the center. As for the rest of the new jaguar's sweatpants, most of them shrank upward to her thighs. The coloration of them turned an olive green color. The underside of the thighs would have a hole in them to allow much more flexible movements with black straps across the waist and under the crotch. More straps formed across the chest, along with a golden belt with a leaf-like pattern across the waist.  The hoodie would lose the front while the back would go through a much more drastic change. It grew downward, not stopping until it reached just above the ground while now just hanging off of one of her shoulders. The hood itself turned into white fluff, with that same white fluff forming at the bottom of the new velvet red cape. Around her neck, a black choker materialized while a shark-tooth necklace formed a bit lower with a large gem that rested in her bosom. The jaguar's undershirt rode up his stomach, revealing her abs to the world as the front formed into two cups that held and supported her breasts. Only straps remained of the former shirt's sleeves that hung on her shoulders along with one across the back, turning a similar olive green color to the spandex around her legs as it became a sports bra.  On her shoulder, a bronze skull formed, of which was what her cape was connected to. More accessories formed on her head, with her ears suddenly becoming pierced as two earrings formed in her left ear. Lastly, a headband formed at the top of her head of which had two gray horns, one slightly longer than the other. The daze slowly left her eyes, as her mind came back to.  She ceased holding up her leg with her hand, instead holding both of her arms out and keeping her leg up in a ready-to-kick stance. She gave a few kicks into the air, jumping onto her other leg and doing the same. She practiced multiple kicks, making sure that her balance was still perfect. Her fighting style had her relying on the legs she had been gifted, able to act swiftly and evade attacks while delivering devastating blows with them.  "Excellent work Pantera." the recording said, a small "click" being heard as it turned off.  "That it is. I need to get a punching bag, or I guess in my case kicking bag hung up here." she said to herself as she brought her leg down and stretched out after a well-done workout. "I still got it, have to keep my form up to snuff if I want to do well at the Vanquish Soul Tournament. I'm ready to stake my soul!" Pantera said grandly, the jaguar ready to do whatever it took to win. She was agile and strong - and despite her smaller stature compared to the likes of her dragon rival Caesar Valius, she was able to use that to her advantage - so long as she was able to avoid one of their powerful blows. She was going to win the tournament this year, and her vigorous training was just how she was going to!  "Rest time, but I think I'm ready to go without that recording lifeboat." Pantera said to herself. "I'll give it to a thrift shop later, someone else can use it. I found my perfect routine - and it's what's going to win me the tournament! I'm getting a new championship belt for my trophy room!" she said, delivering a kick to the air and striking her signature pose, one leg up to her chest ready to deliver a fierce swing. 

[tetsutits]

HI JAY ♡

ihope you’re doing good today i am yet again brainrotting over Kakucho but this time thinking about new boyfriend Kaku taking care of me on my period for the first time ;w;

I think as soon as you tell him you’re feeling crummy because of it he’s jotting down all your cravings, the medications you take, do you use a heating pad or a hot water bottle? what pads do you need? he’s just…..so careful. he wants you to be as comfortable as possible & wants to be considerate of your feelings too. so he thinks that merely dropping things off for you is enough, texting you he’s leaving a bag of things outside your door. but his heart goes haywire when you text him back w/ a sad face :( asking if he can stay for a little bit….So you let him in, so cute in your sweats looking tired & a little pitiful. he’s blushing at how sweetly needy you look, moving to hug him and thanking him for being so sweet to you by bringing you these things. the way he feels his heart explode when you make him sit and you crawl into his lap as he goes through the things he got for you and he sees how you start to smile more and more with every treat he shows you. Kakucho is just so sweet and loving, happy when you finally relax in his hold for a nap and he strokes your back as you sleep and he just feels so thankful he’s alive and can take care of someone as special as you.

GRAY. oh my. ok so i read this ask last night before bed and then passed tf out, so sorry for the late reply!!! i wanted to keep this forever bc - god, he is SUCH a good boyfriend. attentive, caring, and so so selfless when he wants to be. kaku has my whole heart he’s by baby :( you sent this at the perfect time bc i’m literally on my period rn and reading this made me SOB and melt into a puddle ! ! 🥹 aaaah. he absolutely LOVES to take care of you, and loves it even more when you reach for him specifically. he likes being depended on, especially from you. he’s do anything to comfort you, and if he needs to cuddle you up, bundle you in ten blankets, pillows everywhere, some hot tea, his hoodie, and a movie - he’d do it in a heartbeat!! anything for you tbh. i also hc that he gives the best massages ever, skilled fingers kneading into your thighs, hips, lower back just to soothe your aches. i think he’d even go as far as sit you in the tub when it’s one of those days n you’re just way too tired to properly do anything, scrubs you from head to toe and even washes your hair for you. he would definitely go out of his way to do ao much for you and it SHOWS how much u really mean to him <3 he’s just the best sigh :( 💕

[mareastrorum]

WIP Wednesday: TF&TS (Bounties)

Here are two related scenes from early chapters of a longfic I am working on.

Fanfic Summary: Mollymauk Tealeaf survived the encounter with the Iron Shepherds, but a short time later, a spirit had begun hunting him, claiming that he stole his body. This Campaign 2 AU begins with Episode 26 and continues on from there.

This fanfic will be posted on AO3 starting hopefully by Friday 7/28.

3 FESSURAN 835 PD

“I have encountered some ‘inspiration’ to improve on my work. Acquire some specimens for me.”

The man picked up a slip of paper with scribbled notes. “How many?”

“An initial set of twenty will do for now. Ten thousand gold for living subjects. One thousand for remains. I anticipate that obtaining survivors will be implausible, considering their abilities. However, I will take any live ones you can find.”

“Is there a deadline?”

“Preferably as quickly as possible, though there is no particular end date. To encourage expediency, hint that the bounty will be reduced as more subjects are obtained.”

“Any other conditions?”

“Unspoiled. Deduct from the pay for lost limbs, severe damage, et cetera. Use your discretion.”

“Very well. I will get word out to the appropriate channels immediately.”

“Be sure to keep this anonymous. They are all dissidents, but with this new war, there is no need to risk further social upset. A quiet purge of the more heretical Julous remnants is best.”

“Of course. Anything else?”

“Find more on that one from today. He had a team as well—look into them, especially the Xhorhasian.”

“Yes, Archmage.”

* * *

17 CUERSAAR 835 PD

Bull wasps were such an interesting species. Other than the usual diet of pollen and fruit, the aggressive insects also hunted. In addition to spiders and insects, they used mandibles to cut into corpses and harvest flesh from within, feeding the next generation on the fallen. They had an uncanny memory for faces, recognizing their foes and attacking without hesitation.

However, bull wasps preferred live prey. An apt symbol for the Archmage of Dysology.

Master Doolan Tversky had lived nearly two-hundred years by now, and the clever gnome had never quite grown out of her enjoyment of pulling things apart. Tversky was responsible for researching arcane biological threats to the Empire. Biological weapons were rampant in the prior age, and her research into the monstrosities of Molaesmyr, Shattengrod, and Xhorhas ensured the safety of Western Wynandir.

At least, that was the explanation provided to the Crown so that its representatives would stop asking annoying questions when the Cerberus Assembly took steps to understand such magics.

And now, the Assembly had provided a project far more intriguing than mutated and extraplanar monsters. A domestic threat, long tolerated because of their usefulness in eradicating fiends, undead, and fey without cost to those in power. Simple, non-magical mortals capable of using their blood to evoke enchantments. How intriguing such a weapon would be in the Assembly’s hands. How dangerous it would be in the Crown’s. How profitable it would be in the Myriad’s.

How fortuitous it would be in Tversky’s.

The operating room was too crowded, but there was no helping it. They had to work quickly in light of the unnaturally rapid onset of postmortem decay. Dozens of assistants, dressed head to toe in medical gowns, face masks, and hair nets shifted about five tables busily, like wasps tending to their queen’s commands as they prepared the dead for processing.

Tversky stood atop a floating disk and looked down at the corpse before her. She began dictating while an enchanted quill rapidly took down notes. “The date is the 17th of Cuersaar, 835 post-divergence. Subject number 21 is an adolescent human, estimated fifteen years of age, approximately five-foot-four-inches tall, weight one-hundred-fifty-one pounds, no remarkable identifying features other than numerous inch-long scars on the right palm.”

The other teams called out their confirmation of the same scars on their subjects. One of the assistants was sketching the hand and scars in case the arrangement was relevant. Another inspecting the skin raised their hand.

“Master Tversky, there are small scars on the outside of each upper leg,” the woman noted. “They resemble hyper-pigmentation spots. Same position, each approximately equidistant from the hip and knee.”

“Subjects 5, 13, 20, 29: confirm,” Tversky droned as she moved to inspect the scars herself. It would have been easy to miss if they had not matched. Within seconds, four more voices replied to confirm their subjects shared the same marks.

“Subject 20 has similar marks on upper arms, also equidistant from shoulder and elbow,” a man called from another table in the operating theater. Without instruction, another voice confirmed the same for subject 29. Tversky checked the human before her; indeed, there were two matching scars on his arms. She made a verbal note, her quill dutifully recording.

“Subject 29 also has matching marks on hips,” a woman added. No one else confirmed. This human did not have that set either. Odd. The larger subjects had more marks.

Interesting.

“Gather records of control subjects of the same race and sex for comparison,” Tversky instructed. An aid standing by made a note and disappeared out of the operating theater. “The rest of you, I expect careful dissection of each section bearing those matching scars. Continue.”

The others droned in the background as the teams shifted around their subjects and dictated their own reports. Buzzing insects hovering as they collected information.

“Subject 21 was deceased upon arrival, reportedly due to resisting arrest…” Tversky continued narrating as she inspected the wounds. Severe contusions on a right broken arm—the blow of a blunt weapon. Burns on the face, likely from some magical attack. But the lethal strike had been a large laceration across the neck, severing major arteries, destroying the windpipe, and damaging the spine in a single strike. Bounty hunters were so indelicate with her subjects. Her assistants were much more adept at pulling the subject apart to understand them.

The pungent smell of rotten meat and sharp sweetness filled the air as they began to cut. The face masks hardly blocked anything, but there was no avoiding it. The work continued rapidly, a well-choreographed dance while voices hummed, flat and on numerous registers.

Limb by limb. Organ by organ. Piece by piece.

“Master Tversky, there appears to be no alterations to the blood,” a man called from behind.

Tversky frowned and shifted her hovering platform over to the machines behind the operating table. The assistant stepped back from an apparatus with a small monoscope aimed at a blood sample held before it. She looked through the lens and was disappointed to find normal cells magnified in her view. Nothing strange about the blood. No altered structure. No unexpected developments. No arcane glow. No hint of magical taint.

That couldn’t be right. How could these cultists use blood as a component for magical enchantments if the blood itself did not carry any power? Perhaps the blood itself was not the source of the magic, but merely a conduit. Or perhaps the effect only lingered while the subjects lived. Could the act of sacrifice have meaning? There was only one school of magic that operated on such rules.

Necromancy.

To think the Assembly had allowed the Claret Orders to operate within the Empire for so long, and this was what they had been up to. The Martinet would want to hear of this. Such power could not be trusted outside the Assembly’s control.

Tversky looked back at the dissected corpses, each attended by several assistants who were carefully cataloguing their findings. A dragonborn, two humans, a gnome, and a dwarf, so it was not specific to race. These particular subjects were seen casting spells, but others were not. So far, she had categorized them into four potential groups, and they all could invoke those weapon enchantments, so that had nothing to do with their other magical capabilities.

Even more confounding: most had been carrying marks or talismans of the Raven Queen. That goddess abhorred necromancy—rather, so the clergy claimed. Could it be that perhaps these cultists were intentionally offending her? Or was it that the common understanding of her followers was subterfuge?

Perhaps those ties should be confirmed before informing the Martinet. After all, he had a habit of disproportionately weighing theories of the gods’ machinations. Tversky preferred to follow clues to their logical conclusions. At least, at first.

Tversky waved her quill over and used it to begin scribbling notes by hand. Even if the blood itself was not magically imbued, there was some significance to the spellcasting. The Orders called themselves “blood hunters” after all. She would need to test it properly to establish what sort of component it was. Perhaps infusing test subjects with the blood would yield something interesting. She rapidly wrote a note for her subordinates, which folded into a wasp and flew out the door.

What else? Those short-sighted Cobalt Soul idiots could be sitting on something useful. They were close-minded morons, but they were still adept at hoarding niche information. Tversky’s subordinates would not be able to access any of it because of the organization’s ridiculous ban. She scribbled another note to Baroness Iresor, the paper rapidly transforming and on its way. That young woman was lazy and distractable, but she had a knack for getting information that was otherwise off limits.

“We are ready to proceed, Master Tversky,” one of the aids called.

Tversky sighed. Right. Next were the bones. She returned to her position by the subject, now carved open with several assistants recording their own notes by dictation as they readied their instruments.

“Proceed, then,” Tversky instructed. The sound of snaps and cracks soon filled the air as needles and blades carved into the remains.

Those cretins had better find a live subject soon. Tversky was bored already.

[cherienymphe]

Okay so maybe it’s the fact that every story you make with rafe he’s the bad guy, so maybe that’s why I don’t like him and go for jj. Because Ngl I’m not usually for jj In other stories but for this one I am. I can’t stand the reader like I really can’t it’s something about her that makes me wanna claw her non existant eyes out and wake her tf up because IM SO DONE WITH THIS WOMAN. Y’all can hate me for all you want but I truely can’t get over it. Maybe she reminds me of certain people in my life so I see the story like that but nah I can’t. Jj is wrong for what he did but tbh reader has no one else. And she’s acting like a lost fucken puppy who can’t survive without her relationship. She would choose him over everyone and that’s what I can’t get with. Lowkey I wish you would just bring in someone for JJ and let the reader get jealous for how much time he spends with someone else instead of her because she needs a taste of her own medicine. Someone needs to wake her tf up back into reality.

*sighs.

Sorry about all that. I just needed to. I love your stories tho 💀 anyways slay JJ and kinda slay rafe. Reader..bffr

I mean this is valid buuuut you're ignoring one key piece here. JJ and reader's relationship is literally one sided 😭 he's spent time with plenty of other girls before and she's never gotten jealous because while JJ is her closest friend, he's not her only friend and she'd have no reason to be jealous because she's never and never will see him that way 🤷🏾‍♀️ she literally points it out all the time how it was never a problem when he was with so many other girls. so I don't really get the desire to want to give her "a taste of her own medicine" when her only crime is really standing behind Rafe ten toes down. She's not necessarily doing anything wrong by not returning JJ's affections? He's her friend and she's treating him like her friend by splitting her time between him and the rest of the pogues and then Rafe. I warned y'all that the relationship between her and Rafe would be unhealthy and that doesn't just mean unhealthy from his side but also hers too

[cloveroctobers]

DISTANCE — ARMANDO ARETAS [Summer Prompts]

A/N: I know I’m late to the game (like every thing in life lmao!) and I actually got around to watching bad boys FL + ride or die and am I folding for another fine ass man? Absolutely. So here’s me dipping my toe in writing for Mr. Armando 😏 Hopefully we don’t flop! My plan is to just slide into this although the heatwave is frying tf out of my brain so we’ll see how this turns out. Anyways, happy reading!

WARNINGS: established past with reader! Some toxicity + language ofc & slightly angsty? I’ve had experience with a Pisces man before so I know what y’all are 👀!!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: “move, you’re on my side of the couch.” + Doing some outdoor thing like watering plants shirtless and the neighbor ogling

<- read my previous summer anthology writings here.

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~PANAMA, four months after R.O.D…]

The chaise part to your three-piece sectional was providing great comfort to the lower half of your body. You’re stretched out, the back of your hand pats at the specs of sweat that formed against your forehead after being outside for only ten minutes. If the fatigue didn’t hit you so fast, you would have carried on to the kitchen (for some water) thats to the right of the living room and it really wasn’t far.

However you knew how to listen to your body.

And your body said you needed to sit that ass down to prepare for the thunder that was rumbling.

Considering that you did overtime last night, those hours had your legs, feet, and even your ass sore from all that standing but yet you still found yourself waking up early to water your plants out on the balcony. That Panama heat told your ass pretty quickly and this is why you’re laid out now trying to catch your breath.

You were born in Panama City but lived in Mexico while also traveling back and forth to Tallahassee where your family resided. That went on up until you reached twenty-four while always keeping that passport stamped thanks to your job. It was something you aways wanted, not being confined to one space but at one point in your life in Mexico City you were completely fine staying put.

“move, you’re on my side of the couch.” A kick to the underside of your foot is followed right after those words, which gets you to pay attention to something other than burning to a crisp.

Blinking, your eyes settle on your long term friend? Lover? Situationship? He’s standing off to the side of the couch, shirt draped across his bare shoulder but you keep your eyes on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry…did you pay for this couch?” You question as you point to the object you’re comfortable on.

You almost forgot that he was still here. He came to you at a late hour like shit was all sweet. It’s been awhile since the two of you last held a conversation, you been left Mexico City a few years back being exhausted with Armando and his mother’s mind games and it wasn’t on the best of terms. Although you tried your best to cut Armando off, you aways knew that he would be able to find you and that he would also always find some way to get back to you.

Traveling all over Panama four years ago to start over didn’t exactly feel like that. There were a few moments where you tried to get under to get over but somehow that still left you feeling empty or ghosted which let you know it always came back to Armando. See a man who had pull like that should always be a red flag but unfortunately for you, you got to see what was beyond surface level.

Which is why you let him in again, (despite horns going off in your head) learning more about the kind of shit he got into. None of it surprised you but it also made you want to knock some sense into him. Last you knew Armando was locked up (the way you cussed him out when you accepted the call, he wouldn’t forget!) and you knew the law would never free him that quick. You saw more of his wounds and knew what kept him up at night so yeah…you were still a fool for Armando Aretas—technically Lowrey but that was a sore subject—you can admit that.

“I could if I wanted to but Italian furniture isn’t my style.” He says gripping your ankle to toss to the side as he plops down beside you on the chaise, aware that you weren’t going to move so he did the honors himself.

You lean away some in annoyance as he’s practically sitting on you, just as sweaty as you but somehow manages to still smell fresh like sea salt and oakmoss, thigh to thigh as he clasped his hands behind his head and kicks his feet up with his sneakers still on. You’re side eyeing him and he can feel that, which makes him slowly set his dark eyes on you. Armando has no shame while his eyes move to settle on your chest, with you in a bra and some cherry printed lounge shorts.

It’s not anything he hasn’t seen before but that doesn’t stop you from reaching two fingers out to push his face by the jaw to look elsewhere.

Armando allows your touch, a faint dimple appearing on his left cheek from being caught before easing into what he feels he should say, “I ran into your amigo down at the gym.”

“Yeah? Which one?” You’re fanning at your face, peering up at the AC that’s on the wall above the couch to make sure that it is in fact on, before lolling your head to meet Armando’s awaiting eyes.

“You know the one.” He answers with a sly smirk, “The guy with the shitty haircut? The one who wants to fuck you?”

Your eyes clench as you exhale, knowing exactly who Armando was talking about. How could you not? Irving was his name and he lived in the building right across the street on the same floor as you. He was nice and all with your interactions feeling more friendly than anything on your part so you figured focusing on yourself for a bit was the best way to go.

Honestly you weren’t sure if serious dating was in the cards for you at this time and you were learning to be okay with that.

“What did you do, Arman?”

He blinks the furrow of his brows away as he bluntly replies, “What makes you think I’ve done something?”

Sharply exhaling you reach over to yank at his wrist to get a good look at his fist but he shoves you back into the couch by his forearm, holding you in place, “I caught him looking at pictures he took of you this morning, out on that balcony dressed exactly like this. I had to teach him a thing about consent.”

“Arman…you’re supposed to be laying low and you think swinging on somebody is doing that?” You maneuver your knees in between you two, ready to shove him off.

With just one hand he’s wrestling your knees away as well while he grits into your face, “I’m not apologizing for that mami and I told him if I catch him with his curtains open again, he’s gonna get more than just my hands.”

“Listen to yourself!” You huff with wide eyes, “What gives you the right?”

He frowns above you, “What?”

“You shouldn’t be acting like you care so much when you’ve been fucking his sister Irma not long after you got here!” You exclaim leaving Armando in shock that you knew and loosens his grip which is enough for you to finish with, “get off me.”

You’re sitting up now as Armando is soaking in your words. Irving and Irma seemed to be well liked in this part of town with Irving having a successful beisbol career and Irma owning an essential oil shop in town. It wasn’t a matter of competition at all—although you were sure Armando would probably enjoy that—you all did well for yourselves and Irma seemed likable. The two of you mostly saw each other in passing out in town since it felt like she always had somewhere to be. However that appeared to slow down just a tad once Irma met Armando.

It was a bad move on her part, take it from you but it was frustrating having Armando look out for you when you’ve been doing it yourself for the longest. Not only that, his emotions were all over the place and he has Isabel to thank for that. There was a romantic relationship that formed not long after becoming friends at eighteen. Being in love at eighteen becomes completely different once you carry over into your twenties and the meddling from his scheming mother became emotionally draining for you as well.

When there was conflict that’s when the passive behavior came out and Armando always felt like he had bigger problems than the pettiness that occurred in your relationship, which was double the hurt. One day you realized leaving was the better option. So you thought because one thing about Armando? He would always find a way in. You didn’t even know what to label your relationship to this day because you never gave the title of being each others significant back then but you knew the potential of what it could be. The shame tried to hit you which was reminiscent to the tiny piece of hope that entered your body days after Armando decided he would stay at your apartment. Hope was just as dangerous as Armando. The idea that the both of you could start fresh although he was practically in hiding was not something you should play with.

So you wouldn’t.

“Why are you worried about any of that when we don’t know what else he’s got of you in his place?”

The deflection was crazy work!

The sarcasm escaped with your sigh, “Hopefully he gets rid of it now after you possibly rearranged his face.”

Armando rolls his eyes, “you’re too calm about this for me.”

“I’ve had great practice.”

Armando deeply inhaled while rubbing at his tense jaw, “I don’t know what you expect from me here.”

He claimed that he just wanted you to be happy the day that you left but he’s seen the shift in you since he���s been here over these past few months. He didn’t like that he may be the cause of it but he also couldn’t let you go. You were so important to him. You were the only person in his life that he could trust and that said a lot. He knew he was in love with you and not Irma, the sex was meaningless and proved that, which he’s come to terms with and she agreed to call it quits.

That part you didn’t know.

“Nothing at all. You’re just someone passing through.” You push off the couch, ready to cross by him but he’s grabbing your hand now.

Both of your eyes connect, “don’t say that shit to me. We both know what this is isn’t just temporary, never has been. We’ve been locked in.”

“If you’re going to keep acting up like this, you’re gonna have to find a new place to crash since you’re so resourceful.” You state as you hold his stare, “You don’t have to be what Isabel trained you to be anymore, Arman. You can just be, live the way you want and the sooner you realize that—

“And what exactly do you think that should look like, huh?” He cuts you off, “I was a damn prison baby and actually spent time there. My life isn’t meant to be some stable slower lifestyle that you have going on here.”

You give a small smile at how far gone he was, reaching out to caress Armando’s cheek. He wants to dodge your touch this time, feeling that you were almost pitying him but somewhere in his heart he felt that wasn’t true. It was funny that he was saying this while being here for four months, he looked adjusted to the lifestyle here to you. Even taking the time to figure out how he was going to get some income while in hiding and even got himself a fake id. He didn’t think he could live regular because that wasn’t what he was used to.

“If that’s not what you want then who am I stop you? You can leave whenever you want, matter of fact why not tonight? I’m sure the feds are still looking for you anyway.” You let your hand drop from his cheek, stepping away from him to head down the hall.

He’s hot on your trail, following you to the extra bedroom that contains a daybed that he’s been sleeping on. You’re going through the drawers while you’re pulling out his clothes as he questions you, “what’re you doing?”

“I don’t need to keep doing this with you. I left Mexico City for a reason, to get away from your ass and you keep on coming back. Why?!”

Armando is watching you as you bunch up a shirt, “that’s my shirt you’re wrinkling.”

“Well maybe you can fuck off and hide in a clothing store instead, that way all the clothes will be hanging up for you so you won’t have to worry about that.” You toss it right at his face, but he catches it followed by a glare.

You scowl before you whip back around to continue tossing more clothes onto the daybed. It’s not long before you feel Armando lock his arms around you, to stop your movements.

Freezing up in Armando’s arms you steady your breathing to calm yourself down and not because he had a hold on you. “I never once said that I didn’t want you or us.”

“…Your mother said I would never be the right one for you.”

It was still hard for you to let that go and it’s been years but hey, you’re only human!

“Well…she’s a liar and she’s dead now so I don’t think her words really matter much.”

You turn to face Armando, so that you can look him in the eye when he talks. It was harsh of him to say this and you knew how much he’s grown to value the opinion of his late mother but you also knew how much self-doubt she secretly instilled in him too. He hid it well. Now he had to deal with that on his own. That was going to take a lifetime of healing, this you knew but you were willing to love him through it and it took your own time to realize that maybe that needed to be from a distance permanently.

It’s Armando’s turn to cup your face, holding your chin he tells you, “you’re the only person I’ve ever felt safe with and the only person to hold me down miles away even when we weren’t on speaking terms. I can always count on you to not ever let shit slide.”

The small laughter you both share fights against the tension in the room.

He breathes, “Mami—

“I know what you’re going to say because I’ve heard it all before.” You assert, “I’ve known you for ten years. That’s a long time to get to know someone, you know? I’ll always be your safe space but I can’t keep waiting for something that you’re not a hundred percent about.”

Armando licks his bottom lip, letting his hand slip from your face while he takes in what you’re saying to him. “I’m…if I wasn’t a hundred about you I wouldn’t have stayed…leaving is usually my thing but you beat me to it the first time and I wouldn’t have constantly checked up on you without you even knowing. I didn’t hear you then, that’s my fuck up but I’m listening and…maybe the time is now?”

“What’re you saying, Arman?”

He curses in Spanish while scratching at his brow in thought. Was he really about to say this? “…We can try and I can’t promise it’ll be perfect but I have a feeling it’ll be worth it.”

The room is quiet and Armando can hear his own heartbeat drumming in his ears, which is just like the times he’s been shot. It’s anxiety driven as he’s watching your face for any clues before you respond. You don’t give anything away and usually he’s the better one at playing stone face but he’s in your territory now.

“…you’re soft.”

“Huh?” Armando dips his head, trying to catch your eyes and make sure he’s heard you right.

“I said, you’ve gone soft on me and it’s surprising to see.” You slowly say as Armando tightens his glance, “look at that.”

He doesn’t need to hear anymore, yanking at the waistband of your shorts to pull you flesh against his body. “I’ll show you…if you let me.”

Armando watches you as you swallow, hands steadying against his chest while he holds onto your hips. When you gently place your forehead against his, he breathes you in before shifting to press a tender kiss to the side of your neck. His tongue briefly brushed against your skin as he goes in for another, open mouthed before you pull his lips right to yours.

A mutual sigh escapes both of your locked lips but your shoulders are still hunched in caution. Armando squeezes your back while trailing his tongue along the outline of your bottom lip, asking to be invited. Once he’s in, he wastes no time lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, making his way out of the room and to the shower.

He was going to show you why the distance was no longer needed.

Unknown to Armando, you had already made up your mind before the soft provoking…you just hoped while you lay awake against his back while he’s sleeping that you don’t change your mind.

You were no longer that eighteen year old or even that twenty-four year old.

Time was always telling.

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Continue with my summer anthology writings & prompts here.

[yuckyfucky]

you then looked at the last girl waiting for her to introduce herself. When she didn’t speak

here she fkn go wit this weird shi..like oki , we get it. ur in love wit ellie , don’t nobody give af, she getting this pussy now. i win, u LOSE!!

“I should go after her.”

can u..stand tf up n’ ten toes down in wha u said??

“Cat,” Ellie warned again, making Cat drop what she was eating and roll her eyes. 

jus say she like pussy n’ move on. a lil homie hopper n’ that y’all r WHORES!!

the note is so well done omg~

begging for rain. (two)

󠁐# ONE; the more you break

PAIRING: ex!ellie williams x nextdoorneighbor!reader

SUMMARY: moving to a new town can be tough, especially as you are trying to hold everything in your life together. after you meet ellie, your life completely changes, but for the better? well that's still up in the air

WARNINGS: mentions of death, grief, related subjects; cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x,

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

A/N :new chapter yay!! okay so like i'm setting a lot of stuff up and i know that so annoying and frustrating but i really need to paint a picture of dynamics so i hope u enjoy. AI AUDIOS AT THE END ! please please please like and reblog/reply/send asks, comments, the whole nine yards… it is so appreciated!

READ CHAPTER ONE HERE!!

TWO YEARS AGO

The first day of school went okay.

Inside the hallways, students pushed past each other, sweaty bodies mixing and mingling into a tangled mess. Blue lockers were lined up against the walls, many of them open as students shoved heavy textbooks inside them from their backpacks. 

Ellie pushed past them like she was used to it, a ratty leather backpack hanging off her shoulder. Occasionally, she would look behind her to see if you were still following her. You always were. 

You didn’t quite know where you were going. You knew your locker number was tucked deep inside your bag and whenever Ellie stopped at her locker was when you were going to pull it out and ask her to show you where it is. However, you were now feeling like you were slightly stalking Ellie and there was some truth to her words. When Ellie stopped at her locker, Locker 2094, she looked at you for only a moment before she was undoing the built-in lock. 

“You know you can’t follow me all day,” she said dryly, lock clicking open and her locker door almost hitting you in the face. You decided it was time for you to get your locker number, pulling your bag to the front and unzipping the front pocket where your locker number and lock combination was written on a crumpled-up pink post-it note. 

“I’m not following you, Ellie,” You rolled your eyes, unraveling the post-it note, “I was just waiting for a good time to find this.”

“And what is that?” She gave you a weird look and shoved a textbook in her locker, then another. 

“My locker number,” You said simply, looking at the number and chuckling to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” She wasn’t looking at you anymore, just fishing around in her bag for anything she may have had to put in her locker. 

“This is my locker,” You patted the one right next to Ellie’s, right where you were standing to the left of her, “Locker 2093.”

Ellie chuckled dryly again, closing her locker and leaning up against it as she watched you struggle to put your lock combination in, “You’ve taken this stalker thing too far.”

With a click, it popped open, empty and barren. You opened your bag and shoved the one textbook you had inside your locker, a smile planted on your face, “Yes, I’ve just been so obsessed with you since I saw you for the first time yesterday that I called the school district and got my locker to be next to yours.”

“Aha! So you admit it!” Ellie laughed, picking at her fingernails as she looked around the hallways, looking for familiar faces. A group of them walked up, all laughing and talking with each other as they circled Ellie around your locker. 

“Hey, El,” a girl said, causing you to look up at her. She was pretty, too pretty. She had her black hair tied up in a ponytail, her skin was olive and slightly tanned, and she had some sun spots scattered across her face, pooling in a center near her nose. Next to her was a slightly taller and much paler girl with black hair cut right above her shoulder, the jagged and uneven edges indicating she cut it herself. Behind them, a much taller guy, with longer black hair and a kind face stood. He smiled at you, and you offered him a kind smile back. Be nice, you cursed, you’re here to make friends, you reminded yourself.

“Hey Dina,” Ellie smirked, leaning back against her locker and looking at the group, “I see your hair is already growing back, Cat,” Ellie reached forward to play with the edges of Cat’s hair before she swatted Ellie’s hands away from her and scoffed.

“You fucked up my hair and you know that,” Her tone of voice was playful at most, evidenced by the wide grin on her face. She was insanely pretty even with her hair all fucked up. You didn’t know why but it made your stomach churn. “Are you going to introduce us to your new friend, Ellie?”

Your eyes widened and darted to Ellie and then to the group, hoping embarrassment wasn’t written all over your face. 

“This is Y/n,” Ellie smiled at you, jumping slightly when you slammed your locker shut, “She’s my new neighbor and stalker.”

“Hey!” You rolled your eyes, a smile still on your face, “I am her neighbor, but I’m not a stalker.”

“Ellie’s just too full of herself. Ignore her,” The girl in the ponytail stepped a little closer and extended a hand, “I’m Dina.”

You shook her hand, mumbling a ‘nice to meet you’ before shifting awkwardly and retracting your hand. The guy in the back raised his hand slightly and smiled at you, “I’m Jesse.” 

“Nice to meet you, Jesse,” you then looked at the last girl waiting for her to introduce herself. When she didn’t speak, you took it upon yourself to ask, “And sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s Cat,” she responded flatly. Her tone was a little icy, but you weren’t sure if you were just feeling insecure or she was actually trying to snub you. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” a nervous breathy laugh fell from your lips and you tightened your grip on your backpack strings, “It sucks moving senior year so I’m glad to make some new friends.”

“Why did you move senior year?” Cat spoke up finally, “You’re not like a psycho bitch that got kicked out of her last school?” 

“Cat!”

“C’mon, Cat!” Dina and Ellie chimed in at the same time in your defense. You were admittedly thrown off by the comment but, yet again, you made an excuse for her. Maybe she was just curious. Or maybe she wanted to protect herself and her friends. 

“What? I want to know,” she defended herself. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you laughed, giving her a smile. Be nice, your head rang once again. “It’s a valid question. But, no, uh, my dad died and we couldn’t afford to live where we were living anymore.”

Her smug smile fell, and instead, it was laced with empathy or more importantly pity. You hated it. Your newfound ability to ruin the moment. A moment that was supposed to be sweet. A fresh start. Already, you had clouded the new with your past.

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to force you to say that or anything,” Cat apologized and it sounded genuine. It felt genuine. 

“It’s totally okay. I’m fine, I’m mostly over it anyways,” That was a bold lie. You were nowhere close to over it but you couldn’t help but want them to like you. To think you were totally normal and carrying no baggage. 

“No, it’s not okay,” Ellie spoke up again, shooting a glance to Cat, that made her scoff and roll her eyes. 

“I said I was sorry,” Cat shrugged, “What more do you want from me?” 

“Maybe don’t call people ‘psycho bitches’ when you first meet them,” Ellie stood up straighter, crossing her arms over her chest and Cat glanced at you again, colder this time. 

“You’re unbelievable, Ellie,” She was looking at Ellie again, shooting daggers at her. You were unsure what was going on so you glanced at Dina and Jesse for help. All Dina did was slightly shake her head, a subtle way of telling you to not get involved. 

“I’m unbelievable?”

“Yes! You’re unbelievable! Scolding me in front of people like I’m your fucking child or something,” Cat was getting irritated and it showed itself in her face. She had one of those faces that couldn’t hide what she was feeling.

“Then don’t act like a child,” Ellie said simply, causing Cat to let out a huff and turn around, push past Jesse, and leave the group. Ellie closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the locker, letting out a heavy sigh, “I should go after her. Can you guys help her to her first class?”

Dina nodded quickly before shooing Ellie off with her hand, “Go, go! It’s fine.” Ellie took one look at you and offered a smile that said ‘I’m sorry’. What she actually said was: “Meet me by my car at the end of the day. I’ll take you home.” 

With that Ellie disappeared into the sea of people until she was no longer in sight. 

“What was that?” you asked Dina and Jesse. 

“Trust me,” Dina looked at you, “You don’t want to know.”

-

Your first class was English with Mrs. Porter. She made you stand at the front of the classroom and introduce yourself. Jesse was in this class with you and when you were done giving a brief introduction to yourself he loudly clapped and cheered. The gesture made you smile and eased some of the tension you were feeling. 

A few people followed him, by cheering and offering you a high five as you moved back to your seat. Everyone seemed to be enamored by him. During class, people would send him notes on little Post-it notes, he would open them, laughing as he read them and wrote some messages back to them. It was subtle, but you could tell he opened up a room. 

At lunch you walked into the large cafeteria, looking around for a place to sit. You were sure you looked like a lost dog as you wandered around because a girl with long brunette hair walked up to you with a smile on her face. She was pretty and dressed in a button-up and plaid skirt. It felt too formal for school.

“Hey, you’re new, right?” She asked.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I’m Ingrid,” She looked you up and down, “do you need a place to sit?”

“Y/n!” your name was being called from a familiar voice, causing you to snap your head in that direction to see Ellie standing up and waving her hand in the air, “Come sit with us!”

“Oh, I’m just going to sit with,” You pointed to the table where Ellie was still standing and staring intently at you, “my friends.”

Ingrid’s smile fell as she shot a glance toward the table. You were obviously missing something. You turned to move towards the table before the girl gripped your arm firmly. 

“Wait, I didn’t catch your name,” That smile was back. 

“Y/n,” you told her.

“Y/n,” she repeated, “Pretty name.”

“Thanks,” you scratched the back of your neck, “Well, I’ll see you around.” You quickly rushed to the table, confused about the interaction once again. This place was fucking weird.

You sat down next to Ellie who was laughing at something Cat said. Cat’s eyes sparkled when she looked at Ellie. Brown and glossy as she laughed with Ellie, shaking her head. Her cheeks were slightly pink and she reached over to grab an apple slice out of Ellie’s lunchbox. When Ellie looked back at Cat her eyes didn’t sparkle in the same way that Cat’s did. They were verging on dull, but the corner of Ellie’s eyes still had wrinkles as she smiled. 

“Hey!” She grabbed the apple from Cat’s hand, “Get your own apples.” 

“Yours just taste better,” she giggled, smiling at you as you sat down, “Hey, how was your first day?”

She was being much nicer and her energy was much calmer. It was obvious she and Ellie had made up in the time from this morning to now, but you also had to wonder if Ellie told her to be nicer to you. 

“It’s going well,” You shrugged, pulling out the brown bag your mom had packed for you, “I’m still getting used to everything.” 

“You’ll get the hang of it,” Ellie commented, taking another bite of her apple, “Hey, what did Ingrid want?”

“Oh,” You looked over to Ingrid’s table where she was chatting and eating with a group of people, “She just asked me if I wanted to sit with her.”

Dina, who was sitting across from you, practically choked on her food as she laughed. Cat was also laughing to herself as she raised her eyebrows, and looked down at her food. Jesse had a small smile on his face as he took another chip from his bag and took a loud bite. The only person who wasn’t laughing was Ellie, who gave a brief glance at Ingrid’s table before looking back at you. 

“Am I missing something?” 

“No, it’s just,” Ellie started, taking a deep breath and wondering how much she wanted to explain, “be careful with her. She’s…”

“Friendly,” Dina finished Ellie’s sentence, a smirk on her face. Obviously, friendly didn’t mean friendly but you didn’t know what that meant. 

“Do you like girls?” Cat asked bluntly. 

“Cat,” Ellie warned again, making Cat drop what she was eating and roll her eyes. 

“We need to know if we want to warn her,” She stated simply. 

“Like romantically?” You asked, making everyone giggle again. You felt like you were missing a joke. 

“Yeah, romantically,” Cat answered. 

“Oh, yeah,” You looked around to see everyone’s reactions. You ignored the way Ellie’s cheeks tinged pink, “is that a… problem?”

“No,” Cat said flatly, her tone was cold again, “we all like girls.”

“Oh,” you said, taking out your sandwich from the ziplock bag and taking a bite. 

“Let’s just say that Ingrid has been friendly with all of us,” Dina said, throwing a piece of popcorn at Jesse, “including Jesse.”

“At this point, initiation into this group should require hooking up with Ingrid,” Cat laughed.

“No,” Ellie said almost too fast, causing Cat to give her a confused look, “I can’t deal with another person getting convinced that Ingrid wants to be in a relationship with them. Plus, I can see into her room from mine. What if I look over and see Ingrid’s tits.”

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” Cat said bitterly. There was that tension again.

“Well, I don’t really think I want to be involved with anyone anyways,” you mentioned, taking another bite. 

“Why not?” Ellie questioned, eyes boring a hole into the side of your face. 

“It’s just too complicated,” You shrugged, taking a sip of your water, “I’m new and it’s hard enough making friends, I don’t need anything messing that up.”

Ellie swallowed hard, and took another bite of her apple, just nodding at what you said like she understood. 

“Well, now you have friends,” Dina spoke up, dissipating some of the tension. You took another bite, smiling with the food tucked into your cheeks. 

-

As the day ended you went back to your locker to collect your stuff, expecting Ellie to be at hers, but she wasn’t there. You paid no mind to it as you opened your locker. However, inside sat a note, a yellow Post-It note that looked like it had been crumpled up a few times. On it, it read: “Couldn’t stop looking at you all day. Hope this isn’t weird, you’re just so beautiful. I hope I can get the courage to say it to your face. - your secret admirer”

Normally, this would have made you feel good about yourself. A random stranger thinks you are beautiful? Yea, that would boost anyone’s ego. Except this stranger knew your locker number and had admitted to watching you all day. A weird pit formed in the bottom of your stomach as you stuffed the note in your bag, knowing you would ruminate on it sometime later. Quickly, you packed up your stuff and made your way to the parking lot.

There, Ellie was leaning against her car, phone in hand. She was so focused on what she was typing that she didn’t even notice you walking up to her. 

“Hey, ready to go?” You spoke, causing her to look up and smile at you. 

“Yeah,” She shrugged, before pausing a moment, green eyes scanning your face, “what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You let out a nervous laugh as you shook your head.

“What? I’m fine.”

“You look weird.”

“Thank you?”

“Not like that,” she stopped you, putting her hands up, ”You just look upset but I don’t know you that well so I could be wrong.”

“You are wrong,” you grumbled, heading to the passenger side and hopping in the car. Ellie just scoffed, rolled her eyes, and got in the driver's seat. 

“Well fuck me for caring then,” she mumbled to herself, starting the engine.

“It’s not-” you stopped yourself, taking a deep breath, “It’s just been a long day, I’m sorry if I was rude. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

She paused for a moment as if you had said something wrong, then she looked at you, green eyes scanning your face once more. She looked shocked, surprised almost. It was all so confusing.

“It’s fine, I’m just being an asshole,” She laughed, turning back to the road and putting the car in reverse, “My day was long too.”

“Want to talk about it?” 

“It’s,” She turned down the music so she could speak, “Cat.”

“Are you guys a thing?” You crossed your hands in your lap and absentmindedly played with your fingers.

“It’s complicated,” she sighed, heading out onto the open road, “Kind of, but it’s not really official.”

“Why?”

“I can’t commit.”

“Oh,” you looked over at her and watched her nose scrunch slightly like she was uncomfortable with the conversation, “I could sense the tension today.”

“She’s just…” Ellie made a weird movement with her head, “like that.”

“Why can’t you commit?”

“We’ve had our issues in the past,” Ellie shrugged, “at the end of the day I just can’t trust her and I can’t date someone I don’t trust.”

“You guys just seem so close,” you mentioned eyes drifting to the road again, the trees, and all the storefronts you had yet to explore. 

“We are, and she’s a good friend,” Ellie coughed, “a little protective, but good. But romantically, I don’t really trust her. She swears she only wants me but I don’t know if I believe that.”

“Damn,” You laughed. Ellie looked over at you and laughed too. The air in the car was much lighter now.

“Yeah, I just don’t know how much of it I can do this year,” Ellie’s smile fell, as she approached her house, “but you didn’t ask all of that. I’m sorry I overshared.”

“Shut up, you didn’t overshare,” you laughed, unbuckling as Ellie pulled into her driveway, “and I did ask.”

“Well, thanks for listening, anyways,” Ellie smiled as she looked at her door and then back at you, “do you want to come in and do homework together? Joel’s not gonna be home till late.”

“I’d love that.”

ai audios:

[forbidding-souda]

i love love love your blog

i enjoyed the boob piercing hc and wondered if i can request that but with Mondo, Taka, and Kaito!

Mondo Oowada, Ishimaru Kiyotaka, and Kaito Momota seeing their S/O's nipple piercings for the first time headcanons

just got back from a wedding and that shit was so fun + I ate like 6 pieces of bread it was a W I want more of that fucking bread and to go shopping bleh hold on let me see if I can go shopping now that I have my mind on it lmfao i need frozen strawberries and bananas for my smoothie bc I ate all the bananas and last time I went shopping I forgot to get frozen strawberries as if that wasn't the reason I went anyway.

update: went to the store and got my frozen strawberries and also this mf fruity pebble ice cream whatttt.

-Mod Souda

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Mondo Oowada

❤ pointer: I'm going to be so fucking honest I literally am like 100% certain I've written this before but I can't find it anywhere so I'm rewriting it but ????.

❤ There's the cold wind that hits your arms where they hit the air as you clench yourself against his back, the motorcycle vibrating from under you. Rain pitter patters against the metal as well as on you two.

❤ He's racing home, trying to get somewhere dry, trying to figure out how to get home without getting too wet.

❤ With his preciseness and also the way in which he memorized the neighborhoods, it doesn't take more than ten minutes to get home (which, the entire time, you were freaking tf out because of how fast he was going in the dark and in the rain).

❤ You were the first one to the door, opening it before he could even step on the doorstep (thank goodness he started giving you the keys). Your whole body is freezing and your clothes are thick and weighted.

❤ Amidst the ceiling light that hangs above the tiles before the home starts, you use your toes to pull off your shoes from the opposite foot's ankles while your hands peel off your shirt.

❤ Mondo closes the front door, shaking the water from his fallen hair, kicking off his shoes too when he looks up and sees two pieces of metal catching the fluorescent light.

❤ "Where the hell did those come from?" He points at your nipple piercings.

❤ "These?" You look down as if you forgot they existed. "I thought you noticed them already."

❤ His mind completely runs over the times he would have seen them, times where he got so nervous around you that he adverted his eyes.

❤ He grumbles and mumbles, rubbing his forehead (mostly to get the water out of his face, but you saw it as a sign of annoyance).

❤ You eye him, wondering what his next move is, just he gives laughs at himself, the thought of being so flustered around you that he never caught sight of nipple piercings being too amusing.

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Ishimaru Kiyotaka

❤ He is also a boyfriend who will advert his eyes and try not to look at your chest nor even your upper thighs.

❤ Even if you wanted to show him there is no way he would want to take a look.

❤ He finds out on his own terms, involuntary terms at that.

❤ It happened when the two of you were laying together, the both of you calm in attitude.

❤ His face was buried into the crook of your neck, his arms draped around you until he moved positions to lay on your chest.

❤ “Ooh, watch out!”

❤ His head perks up immediately.

❤ He didn’t feel them, not at first, but when you started delicately tapping on the skin of your nipples through your shirt, he remembered when you were talking about getting pierced (where is it, he always wondered. It lingers in his mind).

❤ “This… is… certainly unpredicted.” He keeps his head hovered over you, now unsure as to where to put it.

❤ “Oh, shut up.” You wrap your hands around his neck and pull him close to you.

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Kaito Momota

❤ You wear a big shirt. It’s very loose on you, and you wear it to get comfortable.

❤ Kaito loves it when you do. He likes putting his hands up the sleeves and gripping your shoulders. When you walk away from him, he grabs onto the back and halts you.

❤ So when you comes up in front of you and grips the bottom you don’t think anything of it.

❤ He quickly lifts it up and ducks his head underneath.

❤ Your hands immediately cup your boobs, but by that point he already caught sight of them.

❤ “Wh-What the hell?!” He exclaims, head still in your shirt, and him having no sign of removing himself just made the situation funnier.

❤ You laugh, feeling his head moving back and forth before he started blowing raspberries against your sternum.

[thespineoftherighteous]

ok so Matt and Allison bromance

she steals his caps all the time. she'll throw it on backwards and then take a selfie in it with him to show him looking cross and her grinning exaggeratedly

Allison has a 'Matt voice' which is just her speaking in a deep, dudebro voice and she uses it to mock him whenever he says something particularly dudebro-y

lots of "your girlfriend's a snack" "tell me about it" "I'll wife her up myself if you don't do it yourself soon" "watch yourself Reynolds" conversations

just. cocaptains of the Dan Wilds fan club

messing around during practices together. he pulls her ponytail when walking to his position on court, she retaliates later by squirting water down his shirt

if he's watching basketball in the girls' room she'll join him on the couch and rate the players with him but where Matt is rating them out of skill, she's rating them out of how hot she thinks they are.

- and then she distracts him with what Matt claims to be a wildly inaccurate rating of LaMelo Ball and now they're both judging and bickering over attractiveness until Dan walks in and berates them for objectifying NBA players and makes them feel guilty

he has to annoy her every time she gets into something new. he walks into their dorm one day and Allison has a few of those Tibetan meditation bowls spread around her and it all looks very calming and serene until Matt goes over and he's like "tf is this?" and Allison tells him to shut up and not touch anything and Matt reaches out to inspect one and she slaps his hand and the serenity is lost

they carry the foxes' music taste on their backs

he makes fun of her resting bitch face all the time. he'll take a video and zoom in on her while she's spaced out and looking intensely pissed off to all hell and then he'll switch the camera to his face and pull an exaggeratedly pouty look and then send it to her right then so he could watch her reaction

Matt accidentally scratched her car once in his first year and Allison didn't give a shit because she's like that but she milked his guilt about it for months

they fight over Renee like she's their favorite toy

also they're always dragging her into their arguments and making her judge shit for them

skdjjds omg wait when it comes to Matt, Allison will spend ten minutes hiding behind a door just so she can jump out and scare the everliving shit out of him. she has dozens of videos on her camera roll of her getting such evil satisfaction from scaring the most ridiculous noises out of Matt

he can be so infuriatingly brother-like, he can crack her cool, collected exterior like no one else. and the others always get a kick out of seeing Allison (who's always cool as fucking ice) lose her shit at the slightest provocation from Matt.

like he'll go to sit on the sofa and accidentally nudge the table that she's using to paint her toes and it messes her up and she'll stare at it for twenty seconds and then she'll stare at him for twenty seconds before attacking him with a rolled up notebook going "now. i. have. to. start. all. over. a-gain." and, experienced boxer that he is, Matt just has his arms covering his head as he shrinks into the couch going "SORRY I'm so sorry I'm the worst i know. i can fix it I'm sorry- RENEE help me" *grabs Renee and tries to use her as a body shield*

er right. so. they're best friends

[ticklishlasquadra]

Go the Fuck to Sleep (OC tickle fic)

Another mini fic? Yep! This time it features my OCs Gigi, Elias, and KC.

KC is a perfectionist who never wants to sleep. Gigi and Elias are going to make sure he finally goes tf to sleep.

“Oh, hey. Why are you guys here?”

KC stared at two of his friends standing right at his front door. Not that he didn’t love seeing Gigi and Elias, but it was completely unexpected. Not to mention he was in the middle of sewing part of Anya’s new dress.

“Wow, no ‘oh my gosh, it’s so good to see you!’? Not even a ‘come on in, guys, I got snacks’? Some host you are,” Gigi scoffed, crossing their arms over their chest.

“It’s not like I knew you two were coming,” KC pointed out, stepping to the side and letting them into his house. He guided them to his couch, the three sitting down. “Uh, as much I love you guys, I’m kind of busy. Did you need something?”

Gigi and Elias shared a determined look, nodding at each other before looking back at KC.

“Yeah, we need to have a little chat,” Elias said, Gigi bobbing their head in agreement.

“We sure do! KC…” Gigi sounded serious, almost comically serious. “When’s the last time you got some sleep?”

KC froze. That was…a good question. He remembered shutting his eyes for like ten minutes earlier that morning. Did that count?

“I, uh, well. Maybe Friday?”

“KC, it’s MONDAY!” Elias exclaimed, his eyes wide. They knew KC tended to be a night owl, but this was getting ridiculous.

“I know, I know,” KC put up his hands before running a hand through his long blonde hair. “But I’m almost done with a dress I’m making for Anya, so it’s just easier for me to keep working through the night-“

Gigi and Elias shared another look, Gigi being the one to finally break eye contact.

KC couldn’t help but look unnerved. He was definitely in trouble.

“Alright, that’s it!” It took all of three seconds for Gigi to tackle KC on the couch and straddle his hips.

KC looked up at Gigi, knowing he could probably unseat them pretty easily since they’re so small. But he knew better to do that.

“You’re going to sleep one way or another,” Gigi threatened playfully.

Without any fanfare, they dug their fingers under KC’s arms, making him yelp.

“HEY! St-stop, ya little gremlin!” KC gasped, immediately slamming his arms down. All that did was trap Gigi’s wiggling fingers in place.

“Not a chance,” they cackled. “Besides, you seem to want to keep my hands right where they are, so maybe you liiiike it~!”

Gigi managed to move their hands out from under KC’s arms and moved them down to his ribs. That got a bigger reaction, the blond man bursting into loud giggles.

“Wahahahait!” he tried to reason with his friend, but it was a fruitless effort.

“Waaaait~! Someone is tiiiiicklish, and I’m gonna keeeeep tickling~!” Gigi cooed teasingly, making KC’s cheeks flush a light pink.

KC had almost forgot that Elias was there as well, only remembering when he felt nails on his bare feet.

“SHIHIHIHIT, ELIAS, NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!” he howled, even the lightest of tickles on his feet making him crazy.

“Oh yeah, Eli, KC has ticklish lil’ feet,” Gigi smirked as they moved their fingers down from KC’s ribs to his sides, then back up again.

Elias chuckled mischievously as he wrapped an arm around KC’s ankle and held them tight. He then spidered his fingers up KC’s sole, up to the balls of his feet and down to his heels.

KC was too busy laughing his head off to try and catch Gigi’s wrists, even though his hands were free.

“Ohohohohokay, ohohohohkay, I wihihihill gohohoho to SLEHEHEHEEP!” KC’s voice pitched upwards the second Elias’s fingers brushed under his toes.

“Hmmm, why don’t I believe that? Oh, right, because you always say that and you never do,” Gigi snorted, shaking their head. “Keep doin’ what you’re doing, Elias, I think it’s working!”

“Aye aye, captain,” Elias sang as he tickled under and between KC’s toes, while Gigi still focused on his ribs and sides.

KC begged and laughed and then begged some more. It was not until he could feel his eyes watering with tears that his friends finally stopped tickling him.

Gigi hopped off of him and Elias let go of his ankles. They looked hopefully at KC, who was on his back, staring at the ceiling and catching his breath.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his eyelids suddenly starting to feel heavy. The tickling wore him out much more than he thought it would. His body felt relaxed for once, and he didn’t even realize he was falling asleep until it happened.

The only noise in the room was KC’s soft breaths as he slept until Gigi let out a quiet, celebratory “yay!”. “Our job here is done. Hopefully he stays asleep,” they said, both friends getting off the couch and tiptoeing their way to the front door.

“Piggyback?” Gigi asked, giving Elias their best puppy eyes.

Elias rolled his eyes fondly. “Hop on,” he said, waiting for Gigi to jump on his back before walking out and closing the door.

[grewlikefancyflowers]

“Wwx kills and tortures” the only ppl he ever tortured was WC WZL and WLJ because why tf would he waste his time torturing random soldiers he gives no fucks about it isn’t practical nor fun or interesting lol he had every right to torture those 3 bc of what they did to him other than that WWX is just like any other soldier during that war, the fact that he was stronger and could defeat more people in less time and with less effort than the rest doesn’t make him immoral it makes him the only reason everyone else came out alive and won the war. Idk who tf came out with the head canon of WWX enjoying torture when literally the three antagonists are the ones who love torture and are portrayed as trash to emphasize the fact that WWX is the opposite of them 🙄

MDZS is a setting where violence as revenge is pretty standard, even condoned, as long as it's proportional. WWX’s actions themselves aren’t necessarily presented as wrong. And I can’t believe I have to say this but this doesn’t mean I am personally cool with torture askjfsdkj some personal/modern standards cannot be applied to a setting that is so far removed from our own.

Here is a neat little quote from XXC - '“Chang CiAn broke one of your fingers in the past. If you sought revenge, you could’ve simply broken one of his fingers as well. If you really took the matter to heart, you could’ve broken two, or even all ten! Even if you had cut off an entire arm of his, things wouldn’t have been like this. Why did you have to kill his entire clan? Don’t tell me that a single finger of yours was equal to more than fifty human lives!”' (Ch.41)

Reminder that XXC is presented as a standard good & noble character. He’s not m*rally gr*y.

WC, etc, had massacred the entirety of LP, including little kids, and thrown WWX into BM, not only leaving him to die but keeping his soul trapped there as well. What WWX did wasn’t disproportionate to what was done to him.

As for WWX’s handling of the Wen armies in the SSC, I think some people would argue that his method of raising the dead to kill their own families is a form of torture, which is a take I guess I don’t necessarily disagree with ?? But I wouldn’t say this method was impractical, I think it has the very useful effect of making WWX’s opponents unwilling to fight back against the corpses of their own family or sect members. It’s brutal and efficient!

Even though what WWX did to them wasn’t necessarily undeserved, and it was undeniably very cool and sexy of him; WWX himself doesn’t feel too great about it. It is referred to* as ‘almost cruel ways of venting his anger’# (Ch.75). And of course, there’s that quote that this fandom seems to take as complete condemnation from WWX that everything he did in his past life was wrong 🙄 - ‘Even when he, himself, thought about it afterward, he felt that he had done a bit too much.’ (Ch.66)

I’ve spoken about this before in this post here - even though WWX is a little meow meow that did nothing wrong, his actions in what he did to WC, WLJ and others during the SSC aren't things that I think we as readers are necessarily supposed to support. Actually ig this is similar to how I think of JZX's death - obviously we're not supposed to support it, but it isn't an objective wrong either.

Something that all the antagonists in MDZS seem to share is this issue of taking their grievances too far, stewing in their own resentment - JGY, XY, JC, even that guy from the Gatecrashing extra. WWX doesn’t go down this path, while ultimately I’d say he doesn’t cross over that line, he does toe pretty close to it.

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*Actually, I’m rethinking this point. I did consider this to be WWX condemning his own actions as cruel and, more importantly, a way of venting his own grievances, but the full quote is

'In the past, it wasn’t that he couldn’t tell how most of the Wen Sect’s people here were all somewhat scared of him.

They had all heard of the ruthless reputation he had during the Sunshot Campaign, the almost cruel ways of venting his anger that so many talked about. They had seen with their own eyes how he used corpses to kill others as well. In the first few days, Granny Wen’s legs began to shake whenever she saw him. Wen Yuan always hid behind her too. They only started to approach him after some time had passed.'

The references to WWX being ruthless and cruel are framed as other people's words. Whereas what the Wen remnants had seen with their own eyes is described very neutrally. After actually spending some time with WWX, they realise he's not scary at all. So... does WWX think of what he did as cruel, and are we supposed to really think the same? Maybe not.