#aaaaaaand relax

[fallencelsetial]

……..they really have that…..the sixth sense for when I’m happy…….ha…..hahaha…….

[thewertsearch]

Oh shut up.

aaaaaaand of course that's all we're getting.

Alright, then - let's take a peek at Gamzee and Tavros.

If this is a Dream Bubble, then I'm very interested in what will happen when Gamzee recalls his recent past. Will his madness immediately return to the forefront, or will his ghost be entirely free of it?

If Gamzee’s head begins to clear here, this might turn into a very tragic scene. There’s a lot he did that he probably won’t want to remember.

TC: Do yOu hAvE TiMe fOr mY MiRaClEs, BrOtHeR :o) TC: Do yOu gEt yOuR NoTiCe oN Of tHe mIrAcLeS TC: So mAnY FuCkIn mIrAcLeS, tHe mAgIc mOtHeRfUcKiN MiRaClEs TC: HoNk. AT: oHH, AT: hAHA, oH YEAH, tHAT WAS, AT: sOO STRICT, TC: AhAhA, yEaH, bRo? AT: mOST DEFINITELY, yOUR RHYMES, AT: tHEY ARE RUTHLESSLY DISCIPLINARY, aND MY HEAR DUCTS HAVE BEEN NAUGHTY, AT: i THINK, AT: tHEY ARE NAUGHTY FOR MORE, }:)

I really do like these two together. I’ve low-key shipped them since Hivebent, and this conversation illustrates exactly why they seem to vibe so well. Recent events notwithstanding, they’re the two most relaxed trolls on the team, and even pre-session, they had no interest in the performative antagonism that characterized most Alternian relationships.

They can be romantic, platonic, neither, both, or anything in between. Just let them hang out, and we'll see what happens!

[pluto-sims]

Puzzling Pics

more wall art - truly shocking!!! anyway asdfghjhgfds this is THE most simple thing ever, but i just made the pictures on the Growing Together puzzles into framed paintings and unframed posters. i have no idea if this has already been done or not but asdfgfds anyway here we go. the framed version has 4 different frame colours for each picture for ultimate variety >:)

@maxismatchccworld @emilyccfinds @mmfinds @maxismatch @mmoutfitters

download and details under the cut!

Details

Puzzle pictures turned into framed and unframed wall art (no puzzle pieces/texture!)

unframed version is BGC. the framed version requires the Tiny Living pack (sorry!)

20 different paintings

Framed versions come with 4 different frame colours for each picture; light brown, dark brown, black and white.

aaaaaaand i think that's it?? idk this was really simple but fun and relaxing to do. i love the pictures on the puzzles and its SUCH a nice touch that we can frame them and put them on the wall, but i wanted some...non-puzzle texture versions? if that makes sense? pls let me know if theres any issues, and if not, i hope you enjoy them!

Download: curseforge / patreon (both 100% free to everyone, always)

[neverpathia]

What happens if you flash the victim the look?

Voice of the Slasher: "Oooooh! Fun! Let's see, let's see! Might make this particular stabby-stabby a new, new experience!"

Voice of the Feral: "Nice thinking. Lure the prey in! And then we pounce."

The Victim: "Hey?"

Voice of the Superior: "Surely she would never be able to resist us, after all. We're divine."

Victim: "...What the hell are you doing standing there like that? Fuck off! Or kill me or something."

Narrator: "For once, I agree with the Maiden. Just what do you think you're planning?"

Voice of the Huntsman: "Yeah. The Look? What even is that?"

Feral: "What?"

Slasher: "Whaaaaaaaat?"

Superior: "How absurd."

Feral: "The Look. We've all used it."

Slasher: "Come on! It's been our perfect disguise! It makes us look so innocent, and so handsome, and definitely not like crazy blade murderers!"

Superior: "Surely...you don't mean to tell me that you've never used the Look, now?"

Slasher: "Even the kitty uses the Look!"

Feral: "Kitty? Where?"

Narrator: [sighs] "You're going to have to stop arguing with yourself and actually do something for once. It's now or never."

[Give her the Look.]

Narrator: "Okay. Fine. Whatever. You avert your gaze, relaxing your features in preparation. I hate to break it to you, but you look terrible right now."

Huntsman: "No wait, what are we even doing???"

Victim: [Snorts in amusement.]

Narrator: "The Maiden snorts in amusement."

Victim: "You know that's not gonna work again, right? We've been through this, like-"

Narrator: "And then...you flash the Maiden the Look."

Victim: "..."

Feral: "..."

Superior: "..."

Huntsman: "..."

Slasher: "Aaaaaaand?"

Narrator: "I don't want to say this. You're all just wasting your time."

Slasher: "Go onnnnnn. We can always get back to the killing later!"

Narrator: "...Alright. I guess this is my job." [Another long sigh.] "The Maiden stares at you, completely dumbstruck."

Victim: "No. No fucking way. He can't do this- God damn it that's- uuuuurrrrrgggghhhh!"

Narrator: "She immediately looks away as she groans in frustration. Her eyes are wide, her face completely flushed."

Victim: "Why is he hot, why is he hot, why is he hot, why is he hot, why is he fucking hot?! How is that fair?"

Slasher: "Oh! She likes us!! Yay!!"

Superior: "Just as she should. It's a miracle she's not grovelling at our feet right about now."

Narrator: "She buries her face in her hands. Or at least she tries to, but she can't exactly bring her left hand anywhere with that chain binding it."

Victim: "..."

Narrator: "She blushes. Furiously. She steals multiple sidelong glances at you, before quickly reminding herself that you are what you are and trying to hide away again. None of it successfully masks just how flustered she is."

Huntsman: "Is she...in love with us? What?"

Superior: "Ohoho, of course she is. After all, we-"

Victim: "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I'm sorry, what the fuck is this? This is not fair. I want out. I hate you. A lot."

Narrator: "The Maiden thrashes and curses at the dirt as she tries to deny her lingering feelings for you. Okay. You've had your fun. Are you happy now?"

Slasher: "Hehe."

[paddedzair]

Woops...

Padded up right after I got home and relaxed for a moment in bed post changing aaaaaaand... Fell asleep. Woke up a little soggy.

[the-ninjago-historian]

Vanillacakeshipping Headcannons! (Part Two)🍰❤️

I saw I had a few of these stashed away in my notes. So thought I'd post them! Enjoy!

Cole and Vania's kids refer to Master Wu as their Grandfather. Wu doesn't mind this in the least. And he's very close with his surrogate grandchildren.

We all know Cole's favorite cake is chocolate ganache. Well, Vania's is Angel Food Cake! After Cole found this out, he asked Zane to help him make her one for Ninjago's equivalent of Valentine's Day. It wasn't perfect. (As in lopsided, melting off the plate, and possibly on fire at some point. Lol.) But it was very appreciated by Vania.❤️

They once went on a double date with Jay and Nya. The two couples went dancing of course. Cole hadn't danced in a long time. But after a few minutes he was having a blast and really cutting a rug. Vania was very impressed. Also, Cole and Jay ended up getting into a dance battle. Jay won by default, after Cole fell on the floor laughing at Jay countering him by doing the floss. It didn't help that Jay had the most INTENSE stare on his face.

The Upply are their biggest shippers. They really want these two to get married and be happy.🥹❤️

Vania's hair smells really good. She uses Jasmine scented hair products, so she smells like flowers. Cole loves it when she's giving him a hug and he can smell that sweet floral scent. Her hair is also super soft, so he'll just bury his face in it.

The second Cole is with Vania and his family, all the tension in his body just leaves. He becomes so much calmer and happier. Like, when I say relaxed, I mean relaxed to the point of dosing off. Being close to his loved ones makes him feel so content.

Cole gets a little garden of his own in Shintaro. He's got lots of flowers growing there. Including a special section dedicated to different species of Lilies for his mom.🪷💖 He and Vania go there a lot to spend time with each other and relax.

Cole teaches his little girl Valkyrie how to be a warrior. She grows up to be one of Shintaro's best fighters. And also the sweetest girl ever. She may be able to beat you combat. But she'll ask you if you're okay afterwards.😂

The Upply definitely are their kids babysitters/adopted uncles! Sometimes ruling a kingdom and watching three kids can be exhausting. So Cole and Vania need to call in back up. Luckily, The Upply are happy to help! And they've definitely taught the kids some awesome adventure skills!

Aaaaaaand that's it! For now...😉 Here's the first part if you haven't seen it! Bye! - ✒️🐉

(Tagging the peeps, @only-lonely-stars @tiana4evahh @trashnotfound. Hope you guys like these!)

[honestlydarkprincess]

Sentences Sunday!

tagged by the lovely @wikiangela, @giddyupbuck, @hippolotamus, @disasterbuckdiaz, @forthewolves, @wildlife4life, @alyxmastershipper, @spotsandsocks, @devirnis, @jeeyuns

aaaaaaand have more from the drunk pining fic :3 i think this will be the last snippet, i'm almost done!

“Actually, let’s talk in the morning, Buck,” Eddie interrupted softly. “You’re still drunk and it would be unfair of me to make you have this conversation right now.”

“But Eddie—”

“Please, Buck?” Eddie glanced at him with an almost pleading expression and Buck sighed, dropping it for now.

He felt miserable. He’d gone and fucked up the best relationship he’d ever had all because he’d opened his big mouth. Fuck. And now they couldn’t even talk about. Buck desperately wanted to clear the air, to have Eddie say that he wasn’t upset with him for his feelings— it didn’t seem like something Eddie would do. In all the scenarios Buck had imagined of him telling Eddie how he felt, he had never even entertained the idea that Eddie would be upset. So he forced himself to take a deep breath, to try and calm his racing thoughts, and he relaxed against the seat.

“Okay, we’ll talk in the morning. I owe you for coming to get me, I’ll buy breakfast,” Buck mumbled.

“Hey, you never owe me for coming to get you, Buck. I’ll always come for you.”

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @lovebuck, @monsterrae1, @housewifebuck, @loserdiaz, @911onabc, @eddiediaztho, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @moonlightbuckleys, @transbuck, @translasso, @userdisaster, @roy-kents, @swiftietartt, @sibylsleaves, @buddierights, @cowboydiazes, @cowboy-buddie, @fleurdebeton, @theyarnmaidstale, @stagefoureddiediaz, @bucks118, and @paranoidbean mwah!

[superiorsturgeon]

Parent Trap 4: Father-son bonding!

Whitley: Mister Xiao-Lo…I mean, father! I have achieved top marks in my business classes this semester. *holds out report card* I hope I have met your expectations?

Taiyang: Hey, nice job Whitley! I’m so proud of you! Let me put this up on the fridge!

Whitley: You w-want to put this on the fridge?

Taiyang: Of course! Now come on, let’s go out in the back and you can tell me what you’ve learned while we play catch with Zwei!

———————————————————

Whitley: *grinning and laughing while throwing a frisbee with Taiyang while Zwei runs back and forth*

Taiyang: *demonstrating silly trick throws*

Zwei: *barking and sprinting around on little corgi legs*

Winter: *watching from window* I can’t believe the effect our new father has had on this family.

Willow: *pregnant and relaxing on couch* Yes, isn’t he just wonderful? 🥰

———————————————————

Weiss: *watching from a separate window* I’m surprised that Whitley even got CLOSE to a dog at all!

Ruby: 😏 Remember when you first met Zwei? You melted like ice cream in a microwave!

Jaune: You know, you could probably join in on playing with the dog if you want…

Jaune: *looks around at the sound of a door closing* …aaaaaaand she’s gone.

————————————————————

Yang: *looking out yet another window* Looks like dad and step-bro are playing with Zwei! Let’s go join-

Blake: Hard pass.

Yang: Awww…

[veny-many]

STAR WARS ADVENTURES: THE CLONE WARS-BATTLE TALES ISSUE #2 is for wolfpack fans and i love it.

JUST LOOK AT THAT WOLFFE'S SMILE

Like he smiles everytime in this comics how could he smile all the time in this comics since he never ever smiles peacefully and happily in the clone wars im crying right now

He's just happy boy who likes to go along with his boys and his general. He's a good big brother and son.

And now Comet being the most aggressive boy in wolfpack makes me cringe.

And Wolffe's like 'okay calm down little bro you can't just shoot everything like that' leader(big bro) makes me cringe more.

Aaaaaaand Sinker casually jinxing his bros lmao

They really argue like annoying brothers. I love it so much.

Before the malevolence I bet the Comet was the sassest and most sarcastic youngest in wolfpack bc look at this.

He's so annoyed by flying clankers.

And now he looked like scared and desperate. Saying they can't make it alive. He has fast and realistic judgment and he knows they'll never make it

And Wolffe is just talking to his bros it'll be alright like oldest child reassure their younger siblings when they're in danger or afraid. Its nice somehow heartbreaking...

And don't worry the General came to save his boys!

I like he was riding his starfighter before and now he's in gunship and came for Wolfpack.

Like 'Well seems like my boys in trouble my job is done and I'm gonna quickly hop out of my jet and get in gunship and search for them!'.

And he do cares for them. He's just happy nobody hurt or died and that's all he cares and it BREAKS MY HEART BC HE DID LOST MANY FRIENDS AND FAMILIES IN MANY BATTLES BEFORE SO HE JUST HAPPY THAT HIS BOYS ALRIGHT.

And Wolffe is like 'that's my general!' And smiles happily. This is happy. And sad. Just both.

And after malevolence and khorm he's just... sass, and cold, and annoyed by many other thing and doesn't SMILE.

Or... maybe he just smiles like... only when he talks to his wolfpack and general while relaxed, and that's why we never could see him smile??

Either way he became sad boy after so many lost brother and it always makes me sad too. I know he had big heart, being great big brother, and happy smiles, and naive but honest and good boy. But war made him devastated and angry and depressed.

It's still good that at least he had his wolfpack bros, and plo koon, even and after war he had Rex and Gregor together. He can't leave alone. He can't be lone wolf bc he's sad big brother and needs some pack that he needs to take care and live together and ever.

[lagacomicofficial]

LAGA Promo Short #2: Dependence

This is a canon short story for the upcoming webcomic I'm writing with the art part being handled by @lorddialtones! This story is about the relationship between Charlotte and Ida and the history of it. Here's the bios/designs for all the characters in the story: https://www.tumblr.com/lagacomicofficial/762357644240601088/art-by-lorddialtones-name-ida?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/lagacomicofficial/763711298361049088/a-curious-and-cunning-personality-with-a-strong?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/lagacomicofficial/761011380261388288?source=share hope you love reading!

PANEL 1: 

Ida pridefully matches into the hallway with Skyla and Charlotte following behind. Charlotte looks happy and hyped up and Skyla, while she has a smile, you can't tell any other emotion as there's nothing in her eyes. 

IDA: Hello, how is everyone today? Lovely, I hope?

CHARLOTTE: Oh, you know I'm doing fucking awesome, Ida!

SKYLA: Doing lovely, in fact. 

IDA: Anyone know where Victoria is? 

PANEL 2: 

Ida turns around confused, with both hands on her hips, standing in an aggressive stance.

CHARLOTTE: Probably couped in her room feeling sorry for herself again. Did a psychic with her earlier aaaaaaand she doesn't wanna go anywhere today, believe me.

SKYLA: Of course. Should we even waste the time inviting her anymore? 

IDA: Hmph, well, don't want to disrespect her. Besides, she's been doing a lot of work and has been improving a lot recently. Let's leave her alone today. 

SKYLA: I won't miss her. 

PANEL 3:

Ida, Charlotte and Skyla walk into the library with Ida giving Skyla the side eye with a glare. Skyla closes her eyes, but otherwise looks completely unaffected, while Charlotte is awkwardly holding both arms, looking nervous. 

IDA: Skyla, she's our friend. We’re supposed to help her. She learns you’re talking about her like this, she'll feel very hurt. 

SKYLA: What she doesn't know can't hurt her, yes?

IDA: Or we shouldn’t do things that could hurt her for no reason. 

CHARLOTTE: Uuuuuuuuuuuuh, ayo, if we supposed to be studying next? Let’s not get distracted and start a fight, kay? 

PANEL 4:

Charlotte now looks ahead confident, as Ida looks a lot more relaxed and happy, with Skyla keeping the same happy but guarded look. 

IDA: Excellent point, I’ll calm down and Skyla should do the same. 

SKYLA: Right. 

IDA: So let's study and study hard now. 

CHARLOTTE: Actually, before that, can we talk, one on one?

PANEL 5:

Ida looks back at her intrigued while Skyla gets a mischievous look on her face, and Charlotte goes back to looking nervous, pointing at Skyla. 

IDA: Oh, what about? 

CHARLOTTE: Uuuuuuuh, don't wanna spill anything in front of the school’s number one source for student news over here. 

SKYLA: Who, me?

CHARLOTTE: Wouldn't be talking about Ida! 

PANEL 6:

Skyla leans in towards Charlotte with a cheeky grin while Charlotte looks back at her annoyed, while Ida looks back at them annoyed and very awkwardly. 

SKYLA: Oooooooh, why not? C'mon, I don't bite.

CHARLOTTE: You don't bite but you yap! I ain't telling you shit! 

IDA: This is a library. Please be quiet. 

SKYLA: Right, apologies. 

CHARLOTTE: Yeaaaaaah, sorry. Let's go and talk now, okay? 

PANEL 7:

Charlotte and Ida walk away from the table while Skyla sits by herself reading a book. 

IDA: Yes, let's. Skyla, sit there and study please, we'll be right back. 

SKYLA: Ooooook, I'll be waiting for you right here. 

IDA: Good. 

CHARLOTTE: Yeah, yeah, let's hurry up. 

PANEL 8:

Charlotte and Ida stand in a secluded corner of the library, far away from anyone. Charlotte looks very disgruntled and Ida looks at her with a sharp confidence. 

IDA: So what is it? 

CHARLOTTE: Well… didn't get any sleep last night. 

IDA: Oh, that's not good. If you're here for an enchantment, I have many that could help, including some Beast of the week potions. I believe you love those, correct? 

CHARLOTTE: Oh, fuck yes! If you have one, I’ll take it! But… I wanted to talk to you about, uh, why I guess?

IDA: Please do. 

PANEL 9:

Now Charlotte looks very sheepish while Ida now mixes her fierceness with annoyance. 

CHARLOTTE: Well, I got to thinking about the last exam and how I didn't make the leap in rankings I thought I would. 

IDA: And I've told you it's not the expectations that matter most. It's if you’re getting closer to them and what work you're doing to reach them. And you’re doing amazing work and you’re getting closer. You can see the last exam results and compare, you’re closing the gap. 

CHARLOTTE: Well… yeah, I know that but all this and I ain't even close to getting first again. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I don’t know if I ever will and if I can’t. Then why the fuck am I even here, you know? 

IDA: Hmph, I’m disappointed. You already know better than to let such stupid doubts run around in your mind, Charlotte.

PANEL 10: 

Ida stands strong with a confident and happy expression, while Charlotte looks up at her in awe. 

CHARLOTTE: Uuuuuuuh, well sorry then, I-

IDA: No, no, no, no apologies. All you should be doing is hearing me out. You need to acknowledge that you're still years behind the class. You spent all those years going backwards while most of our classmates were making progress, which means the fact you’re making progress now is catching up to where you were supposed to be and therefore you’ll be back on top soon, then! 

CHARLOTTE: I mean… you definitely right but fuck, it's hard to feel like it. Especially with this new girl coming in and getting second. That changes those calculations, yeah? Didn’t have to worry about her before. 

IDA: Don't worry about her. Her attitude will catch up to her soon enough. And as long as you keep doing the work, your brilliant potential will shine again. And that’s what matters most to you and your family, isn’t it? 

PANEL 11: 

Charlotte still looks sheepish while Ida crosses her arms and looks extremely thoughtful.

CHARLOTTE: Hmmmmm… you right, but when will I catch up to where I should be then?! I can’t wait forever and my parents sure as shit won’t! And it sucks waiting for it all to pay off, one day. 

IDA: Right, well here's what you should do.

CHARLOTTE: Yeah? 

IDA: Look at me. 

PANEL 12:

Ida looks at Charlotte while she grabs one of his shoulders looking directly at her intensely,which gets Charlotte to shrink. 

CHARLOTTE: Uuuuuuuh okay, sure!

IDA: You've been the best in the world for your age, you're a teen, you still can be the best in the world again, you're doing the work needed to accomplish all that, and if you don't believe in you, then believe in my belief in you! 

CHARLOTTE:... Yeah, I mean it's paid off so far so-

IDA: Exactly. Progress isn't simple. Yes, there will be people who are far ahead of you and those who are also continuing to make progress, but they'll have their rises and falls and they'll fall because they abandoned their processes. So don't abandon or doubt yourself and you won’t fall again. And isn’t that what you want most? 

PANEL 13:

Charlotte looks back at Ida with a cocky smile and Ida looks back at her with a confident smile. 

CHARLOTTE: Yeah, you right. Alright, I'll put that energy back into me and turn it into focus and confidence and energy to get me back to that top, where I belong! 

IDA: Now that's what I love to hear, Charlotte! Now one more thing, dear! 

CHARLOTTE: Wassup, sister? 

IDA: You can't use me to gain confidence for you forever, you know that, correct? At some point, you have to have your own supply. 

PANEL 14:

Charlotte is now completely caught off guard as Ida stands there authoritatively. 

CHARLOTTE: Uuuuuuuh, whatcha mean, Ida? Kinda confused, not gonna lie! 

IDA: Every time you feel insecure, you come to me for help which I appreciate, but if you don't have your own supply of confidence, then you'll be surpassed by those who do. But you already know that, don't you? 

CHARLOTTE: Hmmmm, yeah I guess. 

IDA: Of course, but more importantly, it's because you're a hard-working, compassionate and kind genius who has every reason to be confident in themselves so therefore should be! 

PANEL 15:

Charlotte and Ida walk together towards the table. Charlotte blushes while scratching her neck looking away from Ida, who looks back at her with a very pleasant smile. 

CHARLOTTE: Oooooooh, uh, damn thanks. I really appreciate it, dude. 

IDA: Of course. 

CHARLOTTE: Riiiiiiight. 

IDA: Oh Skyla, thanks for waiting. Hope we didn't take too long! 

PANEL 16:

Skyla waves happily towards both Charlotte and Ida. Ida hitting her back with a happy wave of her own. Charlotte sits down looking very contemplative. 

SKYLA: Wasn't a problem at all! Got a lot of studying in, don’t you worry!

IDA: That's excellent. Let's begin studying together, then!

SKYLA: Yes, let's! 

CHARLOTTE (INNER THOUGHTS:) I know Ida’s right buuuut… 

PANEL 17:

Charlotte continues looking contemplative, while Ida and Skyla talk to one another excitedly.

IDA (FADING:) Let's focus today on form and poses. 

SKYLA (FADING:) So doing yoga and stuff?

IDA (FADING:) Correct. 

CHARLOTTE (INNER THOUGHTS:) She’s helped me out sooooooo much when I was down. 

PANEL 18:

Three years ago. 

Charlotte is dressed mostly in black and gray, and she’s in her room by herself, looking incredibly sad and disheveled looking out the window. Someone knocks on the door. Charlotte is sitting on her bed. 

CHARLOTTE: Not taking visitors.

IDA: Even me? 

CHARLOTTE: .. Uggggggggggggggggggh, fine, but don’t make it long.

PANEL 19:

Ida walks in with a smile, which picks up her mood a little now, smiling a little. Her eyes are still sad though. 

IDA: Hello, Charlotte. Why are your eyes so sad? 

CHARLOTTE: Oh, u-u-uh, hi and I mean, you know, how life's been and shit.

IDA: Well yes, but that's no reason to bring someone as great as you down. 

CHARLOTTE: Aaaàaaaàaaaàh, well, I don’t know about that. 

PANEL 20: 

Ida, now sitting on her bed in front of her, lightly grabs her chin and makes her turn to look right at her. 

IDA: Look at me. 

CHARLOTTE: Uuuuuuuh, yeah? 

IDA: You come from one of the most brilliant families in all of magic, yes?

CHARLOTTE: Well, yeah?

PANEL 21:

Charlotte now looks at Ida with no help, as she looks at Ida with awe, as she speaks to her with kindness and grace. 

IDA: And you've been at the top before, correct? 

CHARLOTTE: Hahaha, yeah. 

IDA: So then you're a naturally talented witch with all the resources to help train and grow that natural talent then, correct? 

CHARLOTTE: Uuuuuuuh, I suppose?! 

PANEL 22:

Ida looks back at her with a genuine but amused smirk, while Charlotte looks more sheepish than before! 

IDA: The correct answer is yes, Charlotte. 

CHARLOTTE: Aaaàaaaàaaaàh, well I mean… who the fuck are you to know?! 

IDA: I know you’re brilliant, so it makes me question why someone as brilliant as you wouldn’t believe the same thing?

CHARLOTTE: Gah, y-y-y-you can't say shit like that! 

PANEL 23:

Charlotte turns away from Ida, now a embarrassed mess, while Ida looks at her confused as fuck. 

IDA: Why wouldn't I? Isn't it a fact? Then I was merely stating facts. 

CHARLOTTE: No, and what do you mean it’s a fact? Says who? You?! 

IDA: Of course, not me, it's the world. I already told you why that's true. You have incredible natural talent and all the resources in the world to expand on that, so I’m curious why you aren’t taking advantage of that? 

CHARLOTTE: The fuck, what’s your problem then?! 

PANEL 24:

Ida softly grabs her shoulder looking very authoritative while Charlotte looks up at her, hopeful. 

IDA: Mmmmmm… veeeeery difficult for me to explain, but it’s hard for me to see someone so great hold themselves back so much.

CHARLOTTE: Oh, uuuuuuuuuuuuh thanks, I guess.

IDA: So I’m simply curious why you’re blinding yourself from these truths. 

CHARLOTTE: Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I'm lying to myself, then? 

PANEL 25:

Ida looks back at her with a lot of confidence while Charlotte has stars in his eyes. 

IDA: Yes, since you've lost sight of what you’re capable of. 

CHARLOTTE: Kay… I mean, I hope you're right. 

IDA: I am, so why not join me in training? Could be 15 minutes. Then I can show you or rather you can show me!

CHARLOTTE: Uuuuuuuh, sure, fuck it, let's go.

PANEL 26:

Charlotte and Ida walk out of her room. The sun shines on both of them as Ida looks at her with a big smile and Charlotte looks back at her with a small smile. 

IDA: Excellent! Please, follow me!

CHARLOTTE: You got it. 

SKYLA (Fading:) Charlotte, oooooooh Charlotte, Earth to Charlotte! CHARLOTTE! 

PANEL 27:

We're back at the library in the present day now and Charlotte looks like she's waking up from a nap, with Skyla looking at her amused but in contrast, Ida has a clear sharp annoyance. 

CHARLOTTE: Oh, uuuuuuuuuh, sorry guys, lots going on in my head, y'know? What we talking about again? 

IDA: If you were paying attention like you should've, you'd know we were about to go and do stretches to gain better flexibility that'll make us better at executing spells. 

CHARLOTTE: Aaaàaaaàaaaàh gotcha, awesome. Any specific stretches or parts we focusing on or is it whatever?

IDA:  Yes, we'd focus on finger joints mostly since that's what's most important for spell casting. 

PANEL 28:

Charlotte, Skyla and Ida get out of their seats. With Charlotte awkwardly smiling, Ida smiling back at her and Skyla turning away from both of them and stretching her arms. 

CHARLOTTE: Aaaàaaaàaaaàh, alright, ready to start captain!

SKYLA: And look at that, so am I! 

IDA: Let’s start. So Charlotte, Skyla, let's aim for greatness now! 

SKYLA: Of course!

PANEL 29:

Charlotte looks star struck at Ida who smiles at her. 

CHARLOTTE: Oh, I’m made of greatness! No way I’m doing any less! 

IDA: That's exactly what I want to hear, Charlotte! 

CHARLOTTE (INNER THOUGHTS:) Ida, don't you get it? 

PANEL 30:

Ida is showered in sunlight as she smiles in a very pleasant way as Charlotte looks on in admiration.

CHARLOTTE (INNER THOUGHTS:) You gave me the confidence to be me to begin with. Without you, I never would've climbed out of the hole I put myself in. And I guess I'm scared of falling back in and you not being there. And I know what she'd say, oh but that's not for certain and then it's still not my confidence, if I'm renting it out to her some other wise stuff. But I suppose that if I stay around long enough and see what makes her tick, I can have the same endless vat of confidence and motivation she does. 

[kirans-wonderland]

If the Shoe Fits I'll Steal it~

Just a silly goofy idea I had at an ungodly hour of the night. Idk what this party is for but it's happening and you're participating. Not proofread. No beta we die like men.

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The ball was going off without a hitch, of course it was, you had planned it fu crowley. Food? check. Music? check. Dancing? uh sort of. Everything was set you could finally relax and enjoy the party. I mean, you didn't get all dressed up for nothing.

*brinnggggggggg*

Taking out your phone you saw Deuce's name roll across the screen.

"hey De-"

"Y/N YOU NEED TO COME QUICKLY ACE STOP MOVING ITS AN EMERGENCY GRIM NO THATS NOT HELPING RAMSHACKLE HURRY NOO-"

Well there goes your chance at enjoying the party. Seriously how hard is it to get one night's peace. Leaving the party you began to run. Whatever the problem was, it sounded quite serious. In your haste, you lost a shoe. Oh well, you can always go back and retrieve it later, your friends were more important right now.

Little did you know that a certain eel had noticed your quick exit. "Hmmm~ where's shrimpy going?" He folllowed behind noticing the shiny thing you had left in your wake. "OoOoOoOoOoO" aaaaaaand now he's running away. With your shoe.

He's a different breed of prince charming.

The next day the shoe is (obviously) not where you left it. Great. Just great. These were the shoes Crewel gave you. You scoured the area and asked around if anyone had seen it but nothing turned up. You decided to check with the information central of the school, the Mostro Lounge, more specifically it’s manager. (Azul is a gossip pls I will not back down on this)

Azul listened to your query intently but then chuckled. “That sounds more like an RSA problem… but if your issue is shoes, I’d ask our resident shoe expert, Floyd.” Oh dear why him. Your day was already bad enough.

*knock knock* “Floyddd it’s y/n can I come in?”

You’ve never seen a door open faster, and the speed you were pulled into a hug would give anyone whiplash. “SHRIMPYYYY~ You came to visit~” “Yeahmpf” you said muffled into his chest. He kept hugging. You had to hit his arm to let him know you were dying of suffocation. Maniacally giggling he let you go. “SooOoO~ Watcha need?” Regaining all breath you had just lost “well I’m looking for my shoe and I’ve been told you’re the expert” His eyes widened in excitement as he dragged you through the door of his room. “Would it happen to look something like this~” he gestured to shelves on his walls, on which there were shoes. (Yes he’s that guy) Right in the center was your fancy shoe. “Floyd….” “ Yes shrimpy?” He grinned “You TOOK my shoe!?” “uh huh!” “That’s… really weird.” You tried to reach on your tippy toes for the shoes on the high shelf but before you could grab them, Floyd wrapped his arms around you from behind and picked you up. “Nope! You’re not getting it back that easily~” “Floydddd” you whined not even trying to protest his grasp, you were literally off the ground. He flopped down onto his bed with you still locked into his embrace. “If you can escape my squeeze~ you can have the shoe.”

You should just accept your fate now.

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Thank you for reading!

@eel-slime-supremacy for your Floyd brainrot

[waterfallofspace]

And Revenge Comes In More.

(Sequel to ‘Entertainment Comes In Many Forms’) 

The one in which G/ojo learns that N/anami is a lot more revenge driven then he had planned on. And enjoys every second of it~. Feat. Allergic/Induced G/ojo and snz!fucker slightly sadistic N/anami. Also known as: G/ojo tormented N/anami with his cold, so now N/anami is gonna torment him with some allergens. Technically this is a ‘sequel’ to my previous fic, but you don’t have to read that one to understand this! Mostly just context on why N/anami wants revenge. But the sneeze fun can be appreciated with or without reading it! (at least I hope haha~~) Also, I’m not the most comfortable (skill or knowledge wise) in writing deeply smutty things yet, so this miiiight be a bit of a tease as I didn’t write any actual full on stuff happening, so consider this a warning for that I guess!! I might do a third of this little series at some point where it goes all the way, but I have no plans just yet, still not sure of that kind of writing style for myself!  Aaaaaaand yes, this is another fic, I have a problem, but I guess worst case no one sees it and I got to have fun writing something I enjoy, so hey, hope y’all don’t mind!! J/JK brainrot is just real and I can’t… I can’t get this out of my head…. hahaha~~ To anyone who bothers to read this, thank you! And I hope you enjoy~~ ((References to swearing, and snz!fucker play (slightly-over-the-borderline smut), in case anyone doesn’t like those))  Characters: G/ojo, N/anami, and N/anami’s sadistic side mixing with a snz!kink.  Word count: 3.2k

~~~~~~~ Gojo knows from the second he walks into the apartment, he’s in deeper trouble than he’d thought. See, about two weeks ago he’d tormented teased his dear boyfriend Nanami with a cold he’d caught. Nanami had told him about a certain… interest… of his. Namely, sneezing. And see, Gojo had a cold… so how could he not use this to his advantage? However, this was…. during a meeting… and Nanami, ever the stickler for things like “privacy” and “decency” was not the biggest fan of this little encounter. ‘Much as he may have enjoyed himself once we were alone’. Because of this, a week ago (after recovering from his illness) Gojo had offered a bit of retribution. His deal was an inducing session. No holds barred, anything goes, Nanami gets to induce him in any way he desires for the whole night, and… whatever that may lead to… will come with the territory. Gojo had assumed that Nanami would get a bit of sneezy fun, and then they’d move on. What Gojo hadn’t planned on was Nanami asking for a week to ‘prepare’. Hence, when he walks into the apartment and sees the tray of items sitting on their coffee table, draped in a sheet, he starts to realize that maybe he’s signed up for more than he bargained for. But upon seeing the look in Nanami’s eyes as he gestures for Gojo to sit on the couch, Gojo decides that he’s completely down for whatever may follow.  “Blindfold off.” Gojo smirks, this was one part he did see coming, especially since the only light currently on in the apartment was in the hallway. Nanami is well aware of how photic Gojo is. ‘Wasn’t even aware that sneezing from bright lights was called photic until I met him.’ he muses to himself, delicately removing the blindfold, and placing it in Nanami’s outstretched hand. Sure enough, the hall light is nowhere near bright enough to invoke a reaction. “Whenever you’re ready, Nanami dear.” Smug grin on his face, Gojo leans back, one leg crosses over the other, the picture of relaxation. All of this changes the second a smirk forms on Nanami’s face. ‘Well that look is deeply unsettling’ Gojo thinks, allowing his confidence to slip just a little. Nanami reaches under the sheet, careful to keep the rest hidden, and pulls out his first object, taking a seat on a chair next to the couch. “A flashlight? Starting pretty basic, aren’t we Nanami? If I’m honest, I expected more from you. With a week to prepare, bright light is what you came up with?” It’s a bluff and they both know it, Gojo’s well aware that bright light is only what they’re starting with, and that Nanami must be saving the best for last. “Close your eyes. You open them when I tell you to.” “Oh~ Bossy, aren’t we~? Power gone to your head, Nanami?”  Despite this, Gojo does as he’s told. While obedience isn’t something he’s known for, he did offer compliance, ‘though I never specified it would come without teasing~’ he allows, making sure to paint another shit-eating grin on his face. Gojo doesn’t need to see Nanami to know his eyes are glued to him, he can feel the lustful gaze burning into his skin. “Open your eyes now.” Gojo complies once more, surprise flooding his face as he feels something soft brush the tip of his nose. He barely has time to get his wrist in front of his nose before the sneezes burst out. “hept’ISHH’shiew-! ihh’kTSH’ue-! hAH’ASHH’iew-! hh’KTishhh’yuu-!”  Sniffling pathetically against his wrist, Gojo manages to lock his eyes onto the feather Nanami is twirling in his fingers, the flashlight sitting on the tray once more. Nanami meets his eyes, a mischief evident in them, suggesting this was always his plan. “Well well well, bit of a trickster today, I see. Proud of ourselves, aren’t we?”  “Bless you.” “Why thank you. Still polite as ever. Some things never change. Shall I expect blessings all night, then?” “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” Gojo lets the smirk work its way over his face once more, lowering his wrist with one last snfff- not quite wet yet, but if this first fit was anything to go by, they were certainly going to get there.  “Feathers. Not exactly groundbreaking stuff. I do have quite the sensitive nose, but I’m not allergic, they’ll tickle just as much as anything soft would.” Nanami grins, a hand brushing his hair back. A gesture that to most, would seem quite common. But Gojo is not most. He recognizes the action for what it is; an act of pride in himself and his methods. A hint of worry seeps back into Gojo’s mind, ‘Just a feather alone wouldn’t bring this kind of confidence. Not to someone like Nanami. He wouldn’t feel this satisfied with just a mild sensitivity reaction.’  Sniffling again, Gojo notices, quite suddenly, that the tickle is still there. A slight buzzing at the back of his nose. ‘No, this is more than just a sensitivity, otherwise it would have stopped once I finished sneezing.’ “hhAH! Ahhh… What diihhhd… you do to it?” “You see,” Nanami starts, letting himself slip off the chair, and slide onto the couch next to Gojo. “It’s not just a feather. It’s a feather from our feather duster. And, well, it just so happens I had a bit of cleaning to do earlier.” “Hehhh…. ehh! hIH’kTSH’oo-! KISHH-ishh’oo-! hahh’DTSH’yuu-!  I should have gueehhh… g- guessssed- hehh…. hEH’DT-! guhhh… lost it.”  “Bless you.” “I cahhhn’t… Nanami… I… hehh… hIH! gotta… g-hahh gotta sneeze…!”  Gojo’s eyes are fluttering shut, a single tear running down his cheek as he hitches wildly, head tilting back. Nanami smirks, letting Gojo’s hand grab his and pull the feather up to his face. They both pause as he leaves it just out of reach of his nose, well aware of the unstated rule. ‘This is your turn, so unless you allow me, I can’t do it myself.’  Thankfully for Gojo, this is only act one of the revenge, and the torture isn’t meant to start just yet. Nanami moves the feather back to Gojo’s nose, gently tracing around one nostril, then the other, the light touch more than enough to send him over the edge. “Th- thankyou- hEH! hH’ESHH’oo-! hept’kiSHH’ieww-! mMMpfsshh’oo-!”  “Bless you.”  Just as he goes to open his eyes, Gojo finds himself squinting in the light, ducking back into his hands with another fit, this time the softer, ticklish type that he gets from photic fits. “ishh-! tishh’oo-! hh’ishh’shiew-! pshh’oo-! kshhh’iew-! hept’ktshh’ooo-! hEP’shhh-! Nngt-! hh’dNGt-! Nxxgt-!”  Fingers lightly pinch his nose as Gojo stifles the last few, a hint of mischief in his voice as he manages to stop the onslaught. Nanami leans back from where he had hit the light switch, a smirk dancing on his face, mischief matching Gojo’s in his own eyes. ‘God, he looks good like this.’ “I’ll admit, you got me with that one. Wasn’t expecting it in the slightest.” “That was the idea, yes. Bless you again, but don’t think you won’t pay for those stifles.” “Oh~?”  There’s a light sing-song tone in Gojo’s voice as he lets his eyes trace down Nanami’s body. The tremble in his knees doesn’t go unnoticed, and neither does the hunger in his eyes when Gojo’s beautiful, albeit watery, blues meet them once more. Try as he might, Nanami was never able to hide his true intentions from Gojo. He’s always been able to read him like a book. ‘He’s holding out much better than I had thought, but there’s a slight shiver in his voice whenever he speaks. Guess even the most proper of us can’t hide every physical reaction.’  Nanami reaches over and wipes away a stray tear that had broken free from the ocean in Gojo’s eyes, ‘photic tickles do always come with watery eyes’ getting a warm smile in return. As much as he hates to admit it, Nanami was always captivated by the shimmering blue orbs, and the beauty that the glistening wetness brought to them was almost inhumane. Gojo uncrosses his legs, allowing them to slip further onto the couch as he lays back, giving Nanami the perfect position to slide in on top of him, hovering just above his hips, perched on his knees. Now angled over him, Nanami also has the perfect position to further torment Gojo’s nose. Reaching back under the sheet, Nanami pulls it off entirely, the smirk reforming once more as Gojo’s eyes go wide. A single flower of lavender sits on the tray, under a glass bowl. Gojo twitches even just looking at it, a knuckle raising to rub at his already itchy nose. As if just the sight of the blossom was enough to light the fire burning in his sinuses. “I know I said anything you want, but I wasn’t expecti-” “What, you thought I wasn’t going to use one of your most desperate allergens? I’m not a novice at this, Gojo.” “My sincerest apologies, Nanami. You’re qu- heH! quite right, I shouldn’t have underestimated you. Now are wehhehh… gonna get on with it?”  Simply lifting the bowl off it had spread the scent throughout the living room, Gojo’s nose responding in kind. A light snfff- escapes, a mistake, if the way his eyes flutter is any indication. Nanami lifts the blossom gently, Gojo leaning back until his head was on the pillow at the end of the couch, hands tucked at his sides, already bracing against the tickle he knew was coming. Kneeling over him, Nanami allows his hips to gently brush Gojo’s, not missing the gasp in his breath, or the lust filling his eyes. “hihh’KTSH’oo-! hePT’shiew-! nnGXt-!”  “Bless you. Stifling without your hands, impressive, but doesn’t earn you any points today.” “Worth a shot~. Are you plahhhhning to start the inducing any time s- hehhh! soon? My nose is alreahhhhhdy starting to ti… to tiihhhhckle! hEH’ISHH’yuu-! hH’MMFSH’oo-! dnXT’shoo-!”  There’s no response from Nanami, ‘Unless you count the way his whole body is practically trembling~. Or the chewing on his lip, ya know, I’m not even sure he realizes he’s doing that!’ but one isn’t needed. Instead, Nanami starts tracing the lavender around the base of Gojo’s chin, dragging it up his jawline, right up to the bridge of his nose. Gojo, for his part, starts hitching the second it touches his skin, as if the pollen is soaking through into his nose via osmosis. His eyes snap shut, the tickle swelling-  “Hehh… ahh! Ehhh… hihh-hEH! hEPT-” Just to have it crushed by Nanami’s firm grasp on his nose, pinching it shut. Gojo lets out a whine, nose practically trembling beneath the grasp. They pause like that for a second, Gojo managing to pry his eyes open long enough to see the desperate arousal painted clearly over Nanami’s face, before they crash shut again with another wave of hitching. Finally, the tickle dies down, and Gojo’s breathing evens out. “I thought the point was to make me sneeze, not stop me from sneezing?” “That is certainly a part of it, yes. But you were cruel, doing… that… in public, in a meeting no less, so this? This is going to be just as cruel.” “I never knew you had such a sadistic side, dear. I have to admit-” Gojo pauses, letting his eyes meet Nanami’s, lust burning through his own just as fierce as his boyfriends. “-It looks stunning on you.” Their mouths meet, Nanami gently biting Gojo’s lower lip, eliciting a moan in response, before it turns into a shaky inhale. Taking this cue, Nanami continues running the lavender down Gojo’s nose, right around the edge, tracing each pink and twitchy nostril. “hAHhh- I… I have…. I’mgonna… hehh!”  This time, instead of stopping the sneezes, Nanami lets the lavender rest just under Gojo’s nose, the blossoms gently touching the tip, before letting it slide all the way in. The reaction is instant, and he’s careful to keep the blossom in during the fit, prompting Gojo’s hands to grab Nanami’s hips to brace himself. “ISHH’oo-! hehh’TISHH’ooo-! hEPT’DTSHH’yuu-! eHKSHH’shiew-! nN’GSHH’uee-! hAHH… hehh! neH’KTSHU’yuu-! haAH’GNSHH’oo-!” Gojo manages to meet Nanami’s eyes through his watery gaze, noticing the way Nanami’s legs tremble, hips pressing against his, a moan forming in his own throat as one breaks free from the other man. Deciding to try to put on a bit of a show, Gojo attempts to speak through them, a slight flush filling Nanami’s face at the attempt. In response, Nanami’s hands twitch, moving the lavender still inside Gojo’s nose around, relighting the tickle with a passion. “Oh god Nanahhhmihhh- mM’PSHH’oo-! hEH’MFFSSHH’yuu-! It ti- ticklessobad… nnH’ZSHH’oo-! ZESHH’shiew-! I can’t stop… Ijustgotta- hePT’KESHH’yuu-!  hhAH’ASHH’ieww-!” Tears are fully running down his face by the end, his eyes watering so much he can barely see. Nanami gently places his lips on Gojo’s forehead, pulling the (now soaked) lavender out as the sneezing finally starts to taper off. He softly wipes the tears away, meeting Gojo’s bleary look with a deeply lustful one of his own. “Yo- heH’ISHH’shiew-! Ishh’oo-tishh’oo-! You see- hiHH! holdonnotdone…. hAH’ESHH’yuu-! ‘Scuse me! You seem to be enjoying the show.” There’s a teasing tone in his voice, but the soft blush settling over his cheeks has nothing to do with arousal. Instead, it blooms in response to the soft touch Nanami’s hands are giving him, brushing his hair out of his eyes, wiping the tears from his cheeks. A softness that Nanami is always capable of, but only Gojo ever truly gets to see. The blush spreading across Nanami, however, has everything to do with arousal. A feeling that it seems, he’s reached his limit on containing. Letting his hips fully rest against Gojo’s, he leans in, teeth meeting Gojo’s ear. Their breath catches at the same time, Nanami’s releasing in a moan against the flushed skin of Gojo’s neck, while Gojo releases his in the form of- “hH’hEPTShhh’ooo-! nGT-! hh’DTSH-! kNXT’shoo-! Ohgod- ashh’oo-! tishh’oo-ishh’iew-hAH’ZSHH’yuu-! Hehh…!” “B-bless you.” Nanami offers in the pause, he can only keep the whimper out of his voice for so long it seems. ‘It’s honestly impressive he held out this long’. In the pause, Nanami leans back up, mischief flooding his eyes as he waits for Gojo to start hitching in earnest, then pinches his nose shut right as the fit starts again. A desperate look is all Gojo can get in before the tickle takes over completely. “Nahhhnami whatareyou- nNGT-! DNNT-! GNXXT-! P- please I haahhhh-! hH’nGXT-! Knntt’shoo-! ehh’DXGT’shoo-! Nanami it- hAH’gehDNTT’shoo-! It’s just gonna- heH’XGT-! DTNNGT-! Nxxgt’shoo-! Gonna keep going if you don’t let me…. Letme…. Ihaveto… heH! hh’NXGT’shoo-!” Despite the pleading, and the desperately itchy look Gojo’s face has twisted itself into, they both know that if he actually wanted to, he could easily pry Nanami’s fingers off. However, Gojo keeps his hands pinned under his legs, not even attempting to raise them.  “Bless you. Use your words, Gojo. You’ve certainly never had a problem using them before.” “hEH! Nanami I have- ohgodnotagain hH’NXGT-! dgxnnt’shoo-! ktnXGT’shoo-! I have to sneeze-! nN’GTkk’shoo-!” “Bless you love. You seem to be doing just that. What is it exactly you’re asking for?” Gojo lets his mouth hang slightly open, though at this point, it’s not exactly a choice, he’s still human after all, he needs air. But the way he lets his tongue brush against his lips is entirely for the show. “Please let me release the sneehhh-! Sneezes.”  “Clear and concise. See, I knew you had it in you. You have permission.” With that, Nanami removes his fingers, and waits- And waits…?  “hEH-! Ahhh… hihhIH…. hEPT-!guhhhh…. Hehhh…”  Nanami feels his mouth run dry as Gojo’s breath catches, over and over, his pink nose twitching, not unlike a bunny. “nAhnami- god it… it tickles so… I can’t…. I just… hehh-! hAH! Guhhh… hehhh…huH-! HEPT-! Fucking hell… I just…”  Normally he’d receive a punishment for the swearing, but given the current situation, Nanami is feeling forgiving. Gojo’s entire body is starting to tremble with the desperation of his nose. Nanami bites his lip harder, body trembling for a whole different reason. Both of their eyes are glossed over, yet again, for different reasons. Running a hand through Gojo’s hair again, the moan coming from the blue-eyed-beauty only half from the tickle still tormenting him, Nanami leans forward once more, bringing his warm lips to Gojo’s flushed skin. His breath is hot on Gojo’s neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. A moan falls from Gojo’s mouth as Nanami lets his lips touch his ear. “Nahhnami… I… Ihaveto- hehh! to sneehhhh- sneeze-!” The response that creeps out from Nanami’s mouth is as much a moan as a command. “Beg me for it, Satoru.”  A playful smirk briefly flashes across Gojo’s face, before he lets his eyes flutter closed once more. He allows his breath to hitch for a minute, savouring the way Nanami’s hips grind against him, before forcing his voice back out, not even needing to exaggerate the whining tone. “P- pleaahhh… please… hehhh! hAHH!… please Kento, let me sneeze~! I… I need to so-heHH! so bad….” With that, Nanami leans in, letting their lips meet, hungry and trembling. Gojo gasps against the feeling, pulling back to suck in a deep breath, before pulling Nanami back into it with just as much hunger. They stay like that for a moment, caught in a battle of wills and tongues, before finally, Nanami lets his nose brush against Gojo’s. Shivers shoot down both of their spines, moans spilling out of them in harmony as Gojo rears his head back, having only enough time to duck his head into Nanami’s chest before the long-denied sneezes take their revenge. “Th-thankyou- hAH’heTscH’oo-! hH’ZSCHH’yuu-! Hehh… hah’ketCHH’ooo-! mMpSHH’oo-! nN’KTSHH’yuu-! hePT’ISHH’iew-! mMFFSHH’iew-! hAH’RASHH’uue-! Oh that one was looudd-heH’KSHH’ooo-!” With a brief break, Gojo gasps, letting some air fill his lungs again as the tickle fills his nose. Nanami reaches over to the table, grabbing a handful of tissues, and pressing them to Gojo’s nose as the next wave of sneezes overtakes him. “iSHh’oo-! heH’tiSH’oo-! ASHH’iew-! nN’hetCH’yuu-! mmSHH’oo-! MMPSHH’oo-! heH’mPFShh’iew-!”  “Bless you, Satoru. Blow, while you can.” Gojo does he’s told, letting a harsh blow out, pausing for a few sneezes to slip through- “hEH’ktSHH’oo-! ashh’ieww-! hH’ESHH’oo-!” “Bless you. Again.” He follows the command willingly yet again, knowing he couldn’t resist if he wanted to. After another blow, Nanami switches out the tissues for clean ones, gently cleaning up Gojo’s nose. The feather-light touch of his fingers through the tissues is enough to prompt another small fit from Gojo, which he catches, planting a light kiss on his forehead. “Ishh’oo-! Tishh’oo-! heH’ketshh’iew-! hAH’ashHH’iew-! ishh-tishh’oo-heH’ISHH’yuu-!” “Bless you, love.” “Thank you.” Nanami sits back, letting Gojo sit up fully. Both men are panting, a fierce hunger still burning in their eyes. Gojo lets his hand slide around Nanami’s hips, pulling him in for another deep kiss, this time he nibbles on Nanami’s lip, a light chuckle breaking the kiss at the way Nanami whimpers. “Shall we finish this in the bedroom, Nanami~?”  There’s no answer. There doesn’t need to be. The way he grips Gojo’s arm is answer enough, pulling him up off the couch. They both take a pause to breathe, before they start laughing like teenagers again, a contest to see who can get to the bedroom faster is initiated without words. They never did need words, they have something far deeper. Something that nothing on heaven or earth could ever take away from them. Something true to their very souls. 

[punchingtelescopes2]

When Did You Know

Word Count: 4,015

Summary: Fred lives!! Need I say more.

Warning: Some Angst. But overall get ready for a disgusting amount of fluff.

A/N: I know this is not a popular ship…BUT it is my favorite ship. So if you also enjoy Fremione I hope you like this. And if you just like to read…we’ll then I hope you like this too 😊.

Fred and Mrs. Weasley continued to shout at each other as she climbed up the stairs. It had been a little over a month since the war had ended. The Weasley’s, unlike many other wizarding families, had gotten quite lucky. True one Weasley, Fred, had been so badly injured that the healers at St. Mungo’s were unsure if he’d survive. But he proved the healers wrong, he’d survived. And Hermione, along with the Weasley's, thanked Merlin everyday for that miracle. Hermione continued up the stairs, lost in her thoughts. She remembered running down the halls at Hogwarts with Ron at her side. They had been looking for his family when it happened. Hermione has spotted Fred and Percy fighting off Death Eaters when a stray spell caused the wall behind Fred to collapse on top of him. Hermione took another deep breath as a tear rolled down her cheek and she replayed that scene in her head. Her piercing scream, Ron and herself removing rubble as they ran closer to the scene. Seeing Fred’s bloody, limp and pale body emerging from the rubble and the feeling Ron’s arms around her to keep her from falling as she cried. Hermione took a deep breath as she tried to relax, “it’s over” she said, “It’s over”. She pushed those thoughts from her head, Fred had scared all of them but he was alive. He was grouchy, stubborn, impatient and in a lot of pain sometimes but he was alive. And she thanked Merlin for that.

The voices grew louder further she climbed up the stairs. She was about to open the door to Fred and George’s room when she heard “Mum I’m fine! The bandages are not dirty. See? No blood. Mum I just want some fresh air, to see George and my friends and I just want to get outta HEEEREEE!” he yelped. “Merlin woman!!” Fred hissed. Mrs. Weasley annoyingly sighed, “Well if you’d stop moving I’d be able to take these old bandages off and clean you up. Now, hold still!” she snapped. Hermione sighed, she hated seeing Fred in pain but she knew this was all apart of his recovery. She took a deep breath and opened the door to see the Weasley matriarch trying to wrestle her son down and re bandage his wounds. “HERMIONE! SAVE ME!” Fred said quickly, “This deranged woman won’t let me...”but he was instantly silent as Hermione cast Silencio in his direction. “Would you like some help Mrs. Weasley?” she asks with a smile. Fred stared at the two women looking shocked and betrayed. He looked angrily at Hermione and mouthed “GRANGER!” She laughed softly at him and said “I am sorry Freddie, but it’s for your own, good.”

Mrs. Weasley saw the interaction between her son and the young witch. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew there was something there. And if Mrs. Weasley was being completely honest the thought of Her Fred and Her Hermione together made her smile. But she quickly shook her head clear of those thoughts and said “I’d love some help dear”. Though Fred was no longer shouting he still put up a fight Hermione and Mrs. Weasley did not shy away from the challenge, they welcomed it. “Aaaaaaand we're done!”, said Mrs. Weasley standing up straight. “Thank you for helping me dear” she said wiping the sweat off her forehead. Hermione smiled as she admired their bandaging skills, “my pleasure”. Hermione looked at Fred. He was spent and pale but was intently looking at her, annoyance clear in his eyes. Finite Incantatem she said pointing her wand at Fred, who gasped for air dramatically. He held Hermione’s gaze and scowled, “traitor”.

She smiled but Fred ignored her. He put Hermione’s betrayal aside and cleared his throat as he focused his attention right back to his unfinished task. “SOO” he asked his Mum sweetly, “about going outside?” “Absolutely not Fred, you can barely stand with out....” but Mrs. Weasley rant was soon interrupted by Ginny. “Oh come on Mum” she said poking her head through the door “let him come out” Fred nodded in agreement. “Yup!! Let the man out Mum” said George, who’s head poked out from underneath Ginny’s. “He can watch us play quidditch”. Mrs Weasley shook her head firmly and said “No”. “He’ll be off to the side Mrs. Weasley” said Harry, who was standing on his tiptoes peeking over Ginny’s head with a smile “he’ll be a spectator ”. “Yeah Mum” Ron added from behind Harry, “I’d love for Fred to witness the look on George and Ginny’s face when I beat them” Ginny rolled her eyes while Fred and George snorted, “Calm down Ronniekins” George said. Mrs Weasley turned towards her children with an unsure look on her face “I don’t know”. “Pleeeaassseeee” they all sang in unison as Fred gave his mom his best puppy dog eyes. Hermione smiled, there was something about that “innocent” face that made her feel butterflies. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the debate in front of her. Hermione agreed with Mrs. Weasley, true Fred was slowly getting better but he was still very weak. And his bandages required extra care. She did however feel a tad bit bad about the Silencio charm she’d cast on him earlier, so she decided to help Fred accomplish his goal. “I will be with them as well Mrs. Weasley, I’ll gladly keep an eye of Fred for you” Hermione said. The group snickered. “I'm sure you will” George quipped, wagging his eyebrows while Fred looked smugly at Hermione. She just smiled and rolled her eyes. Mrs. Weasley ignored them, “Thank you sweetheart!” she beamed at Hermione, “I appreciate it!”

“Let’s apparate him outside”, said Ron whose comment was followed by a shower of insults. “Oh Ronald”, sighed Mrs. Weasley. “What?! It was an honest suggestion!” he said indignantly. But before any more insults were hurtled towards Ron, Mrs. Weasley spoke “Ginny, Harry run along and set something out over by the clearing.” “The Quidditch Pitch Mum” said George. “The what?”, said Mrs. Weasley. “It’s not a clearing, it’s called a pitch”, replied George. “Who’s the snitch?”, asked Mrs. Weasley. “Oh Merlin”, said Fred and George in unison while Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione laughed. “Well it’s hard to hear and you are all driving me insane. Harry, Ginny off you go. Find a couple of chairs, or a bench or something for Fred to sit on while he’s out there. George, Ron you’ll help me carry Fred outside”. Ron groaned as Harry and Ginny left. “Are we really going to carry him all the way out there Mum?”, Ron whined. “It’s not like you’ll carry him all on your own you git. I’m going to help too”, George snapped at him. “I’ve got a better idea, why don’t you two stay here and I’ll walk myself out”, said Fred irritably. “You stay put Fred Weasley”, snapped Mrs. Weasley, “or you’ll remain inside a lot longer than you’d like.” Ron, George and Hermione smirked, while Fred scowled. “Wait! Maybe we won’t have to ‘carry’ him outside”, said Hermione, “I’ve got an idea”.

“Good call on that feather-light charm ‘Mione, I was starting to think we’d really have to leave him behind”, said Ron. Fred snorted and George rolled his eyes. Hermione smiled, “There’s Ginny and Harry”, she said as they got closer to the quidditch pitch, “We are almost there, come on”. “A love seat?” asked Ron confused when they got to the clearing by the pitch. Ginny rolled her eyes, “It’s a wooden bench”, she said. Ron ignored her, “Why did you guys bring a love seat out here instead of a couple of chairs?”. “Not quite sure to be honest”, said Harry with a shrug, “But Ginny brought up a good point. Fred would be a lot more comfortable sitting on this as opposed to a hard wooden chair”. “Oh”, said Ron, “Well when you say it like that, it makes sense”. Ginny punched Ron’s arm, “OW! What was that for?!” he cried. “That was for questioning my decisions”, Ginny said. Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat, “Alright you lot, the faster we sit him down, the faster you can play your game”. After what seemed like hours of complaining, grunting and a few witty remarks from George, Fred was finally sitting down with a few pillows supporting his left arm and shoulder. Mrs. Weasley turned to speak to Hermione, “If you need me sweetheart, I’ll be in the kitchen, it’s not too far from here. Just give me a shout and I’ll come outside”, she finished. “You!”, said Mrs. Weasley, pointing her finger at Fred “on your best behavior. Got it?” Fred smiled sweetly at his mom and said, “Always''.

“Soo” winced Fred as he leaned back in the seat , “it’s been 10 months.” “You okay?” Asked Hermione. Fred kindly but dismissively waved at her, “10 monTHs” he said putting emphasis on the th. “10 months?” Asked Hermione with confused. “Oooh yes!!” Fred nodded with a devilish grin, “Ten months to the day Granger. Ten months since you kissed me” “You mean ten months since YOU lied and came to me asking for help with your tie?” said Hermione. Fred laughed “Me?!” he said in mock surprise. “Yes you!!” said Hermione shaking her finger at him. “YOU found me on my way down the stairs and” she used fingers quotes “asked for help with your tie.” “AANNDDD??” Fred asked wagging his eyebrows, traces of a faint smirk slowly crept onto his face. “Well mmm, I uh you, I mean I or should I say we” Hermione stammered. His smirk was fully visible now “YOU kissed me” he finished. “Exactly! Wait what?! No, WE” said Hermione moving her finger back and forth quickly, “WE kissed each other” she finished hurriedly as she slowly blushed. “We sure did” said Fred smiling smugly and Hermione rolled her eyes. “Plus” Fred added “if I remember correctly, you liked helping me” he finished with a wink. Hermione blushed harder.

“Well you’re right” she said rolling her eyes as she smiled “it’s been a while”. Hermione felt him staring at her but she couldn’t look at him, at least no yet. The cheeky git always made her nervous, and they’re previous back and forth episode had, as much as she hated to admit it, left her completely flustered. They were watching the others play quidditch when Fred cleared his throat “I know we never got a chance to discuss what this” he said seriously as he slowly moved his finger back and forth between them “Was. But mm, during the war, whenever Lee, George and I were on the radio, I tried my best to send YOU messages. Like mmm”, he cleared his throat as he rubbed his neck, “mm yeah, telling you to stay safe and of course telling you I loved you”. Hermione’s heart was pounding. “Yeah George would yell at me saying it wasn’t wise and that I could potentially be putting you in danger but I just had to tell mm yeah, I had to tell I loved you. In case”, his voice was almost a whisper, “in case you know, I never saw you again”. Fred quickly wiped his eyes and cleared his throat once more, “Did you hear them?” Her heart was pounding so loud, she felt it could have been heard all throughout England. “You said you loved me?” Hermione asked quietly. This was obviously some sort of misunderstanding. But all it took was one look at Fred to realize it wasn’t a misunderstanding, he’d meant what he’d said. Fred nodded nervously biting his lip “I also asked you to stay safe” he finished with a weak smile. He looked at her once more before turning his attention back to the game.

Hermione was lost in her thoughts again. Her mind took her back to those days she’d spent in the forest listening to Potterwatch with Ron and Harry. She was feeling butterflies again as she remembered an evening where Harry and Ron had been so confused by a message they’d heard on the radio. “What the hell was that?!” Ron had hissed, “that was a bloody waste on time”. He’d been clearly irritated. “I don’t know Ron”, Harry had said, “I’m sure that message meant a lot to whoever it was for”. Hermione looked at the two of them as tears fell from her eyes. She didn’t know who that message was for but it was beautiful. And in that moment all Hermione hoped was that those lover would one day be together again. “Penny for your thoughts” said Fred bringing Hermione back to reality. His eyes were closed as he looked up at the sky. “You know”, Fred said, “I’ve always liked the way the sun feels on your skin. I don’t know why but it always makes me feel happy”. Hermione smiled at his words and was glad Fred wasn’t looking at her.

She was nervous, extremely nervous. And no matter how many deep breaths she took, it didn’t seem like she was able to calm down. Hermione took one deep breath, cleared her voice and spoke. “Darling, though it was brief”, she said shakily as Fred snapped down to look at her. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself but it was useless. Hermione cleared her throat again and began “Darling, though it was brief, know you’re the reason I get up wanting new adventures. The good, the bad, I’ll take it all just to be with you, in this life and the next. Stay safe.” Fred looked at her anxiously as he took a deep shaky breath. Hermione stared at him, her heart beating so and loud she was certain he heard it. “Oi! Can you two stop looking at each other like that!”, Ron said, “It’s disgusting!” “Don’t take your frustrations out on them Ronniekins. You’ve got a game to lose, come on now” George said as he winked at Fred and Hermione. “I heard your messages. I mean I didn’t know they were for me but I heard them. And they, mm well, they were beautiful”. A huge smile spread over Fred’s face. He then cleared his throat, “Good, good, I uh, I mean good. I’m, I’m uh...I’m glad you heard them and mmm, I’m glad you liked them” he stammered and sighed in relief.

They were silent again, watching the others play quidditch. Fred laughed. He looked weak, and a little pale but happy, very happy. “Get him Gin!” he yelled, “Don’t let him score!!” Hermione was still trying to wrap her head around what Fred had just said. He was in love with her, but how? More importantly when had that happened. Hermione took a deep breath and cleared her throat “So” she croaked as Fred turned to look at her. Hermione was determined to keep going, so she took a deep breath and continued “so, when did you know you loved, I mean liked” she saw Fred smirk but ignored him and continued “when did you know you liked me” she finished. “Weeeellll....” said Fred, that lopsided smile back on his face, “we were on the Hogwarts Express. George, Lee and I had our own compartment as we like we always did. You know this one time Alicia and Angelina came into our compartment and Lee got so nervous he started rambling for what seemed like hours until they left” Fred smiled at the memory. “Wait where was I, oh yeah...I got distracted, sorry” he said embarrassed “ANYWAY as I was saying George, Lee and myself were about to change into our school robes when our compartment door slid open”, Fred smiled fondly at the memory. “She had big brown eyes and dark brown hair. The girl looked us up and disapprovingly then tutted, ‘Have you all seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost it’”. Fred’s smile got bigger even though he was talking to Hermione she quickly realized that he was completely lost in his memory of that day. “We told her no”, he continued, “then she scolded us for not being dressed in our robes” Fred chuckled. He turned to look at Hermione and said “I remember looking at George and saying ‘That one is going to get us in trouble Georgie. We best keep an eye on her’”. Fred laughed softly as he looked at her, “You know George had a smile on his face when I said that, and he rolled his eyes at me just like you did right now”.

Hermione chuckled, “So that’s when you loved me?” “NoPe!” Fred said, putting emphasis on the p. “That’s when I knew I LIKED you” he said as he wagged his eyebrows. A wolfish grin appeared on his face as he continued “I knew I loved you the night of the Yule Ball...” He smiled at the memory “I was tired so I left Angelina dancing with George at the ball. That’s when I saw you crying on the stairs. I had no idea why you were crying but at that moment I knew I had to make you smile.” Hermione chuckled, “Oh yeah?” “Yeah”, he said as he confidently shrugged. “And well yeah, that’s when I asked you to not move. Then I raced to the kitchen and took a few snacks then asked you to follow me. I figured the astronomy tower would be empty and you’d feel a lot more comfortable telling me what happened there”. Fred sighed as he continued, “we talked until the sun rose. That’s when you looked at me and said ‘Thank you Fred, I had a wonderful time’ and then kissed me on the cheek.” He was smiling as he put a hand on his cheek, “That was the best day ever because that was the day I fell in love with you.” the rules!’ and well hearing that, seeing that” that wide grin still on his face “hearing you say that, well that’s when I fell in love with you” he finished with a deep sigh.

“Sooooo”, Fred said “What about you?” “What about me” said Hermione quietly as Fred rolled his eyes. He seemed a bit shy, which was very uncommon for him, but he was determined to ask her. “When did you know you know? That well, mm you know” he finished flustered. Hermione smirked, “My second year. We were out by the quidditch pitch, when the Slytherins came out. Draco had just called me a Mudblood”, she said absentmindedly holding her arm and smiling, “You and George tried to pounce on him but were held back”. Fred looked amused, “Really? That’s when you knew?”. Hermione rolled her eyes and started laughing. Her laugh was contagious as he soon found himself laughing with her as well. “Okay, okay to be fair”, Hermione choked through her laugh, “You were the first person to ever stand up for me. I can’t really explain it, you made me feel special.” Fred stared at her, a gentle smile on his face, “Well Granger I can’t say I blame you. I have it on good authority that I look irresistible doing just about anything”. He wagged his eyebrows making Hermione blush slightly as she smiled.

“Anyway”, she said, “That’s when I knew I liked you. I knew I LOVED you about a month ago”. The smile was gone from Hermione’s face. She took a deep breath, “I remember seeing that wall fall on you”, but she found herself unable to continue as tears started to fall down her cheeks. Hermione took a deep breath trying to calm herself but she ended up lowering her head as she cried harder. For the first time in his life, Fred did not know what to do. Seeing Hermione so hurt and in tears was pained his soul. He longed to hold her, comfort her, reassure her that everything was okay but when he tried to move closer to her Fred’s body refused to listen to him. Instead it ached and left him momentarily dizzy after that small, unsuccessful bit of physical exertion. Fred chided himself mentally and did the next best thing he could think of, he’d hold her hand. Hermione looked up when she felt Fred’s hand on hers, she felt a warm feeling in her chest as he rubbed her knuckles with his thumb. The warm smile, encouraging smile on Fred’s face helped Hermione say everything she’d she’d been feeling these last couple of weeks. “I'm worried Freddie”, she said between sobs, “I am worried that I’m dreaming”. Fred took in a shaky breath and rubbed her knuckles with her thumb. “I'm terrified that this isn’t real. And that I will just wake up at any moment and you will go away”, but before she could continue Fred’s lips were on hers. Hermione’s mouth eagerly molded to Fred’s as he slipped his tongue in her and they became one. As they broke for air, Fred placed a kiss on her forehead and looked deeply into her eyes. “Those were a lot of words”, he said with a soft chuckle. He gave Hermione a chaste kiss on the lips and said gruffly, “This is real darling, I’m real. Trust me, you can’t get rid of me so easily “. Hermione gave him a teary smile, “I can’t lose you Fred. Life without you would just not make sense. It would be sad, boring and flat out miserable”, she finished with a sob. Fred cleared his throat gruffly and winced as he lifted his arm to put it around Hermione. She felt butterflies again as she snuggled closer to him resting her head on his chest. “I like you and I love you Fred Weasley”, Hermione said instantly smiling as the words came out of her for the first time. Hermione looked up and saw Fred looking at her, a huge lopsided smile lit up his face. “I like you and I love you too Hermione Granger”, he said as he kissed her again.

[2af-afterdark]

Bael has been working so hard to be King and do what is supposed to be Beelzebub’s job.

Then one day it becomes too much for him and he collapses from exhaustion. MC is worried and gets the others but they are very mad at Beelzebub for putting all of this one Bael.

How do you think Beelzebub would react to this?

Wow! Everyone is so mad. It's not that big of a deal you guys~ Bael will be all good once he takes a nap. There's no reason to get upset with him. It's not like he made Bael take on all those duties- Aaaaaaand now everyone is even angrier with him.

When no one is looking though, he's fretting over Bael just as much as everyone else. He sits awake by Bael's side after being prescribed lots of rest and relaxation, watching to make sure nothing else happens. He will "abduct" Bael if he tries to do any work (because of course Bael will try) and take him out for the day. It will drive everyone else crazy, but I think Bael will understand that Beelzebub is showing care and concern in his own way.

No, Beelzebub will not do his actual job. Anything but that. The others can help Bael with all the responsibilities with they go out.

[hxroic-wxlls-fxrever]

Arcadia is picking up her daughter and walking off. "Sleepover!" More like bonding time but she's spending time with Celera regardless.

“ Bring us back some sweets! “

“ And maybe some new tomes, too! The forbidden kind, preferably. “

“ No. “

Aaaaaaand, she’s done. Well, now she finally gets to relax around some SANE people.

Good ending?

[hopeled]

" Aaaaaaand all done! There, now you can fully enjoy the winter fun!" who was she talking to? why, no other than that small, fluffy companion that had been by Chaldea's side since the start of the Grand Order, Fou. though usually clad in a small cape, he now wore a blue poncho-like jacket, tied in the front with a bow and lined with fur.

the former Beast looks up at her, tails swaying in a way that showed the mage he was happy. Ritsuka applauds herself and her ingenuity. after all, even if he had fur, it was quite cold and it'd do no good to have him accompany her with nothing to keep him warm. " You look so cute, I should send Mashu and Ritsuka a picture--"

' Dafou?!'

" Oh relax, I'm only showing them!"