#ahahahahaha definitely not me what do you mean

[sillygoofyqueer]

I WOULD LOVE MORE DEMON REACTIONS!! I love it both when you add lore and when you just describe sy’s relationships and peoples’ reactions to him. It is so awesome!!!! For demons I imagine that everyone is just like, look at the little funky crow man(when they aren’t terrified of his reputation at least). I imagine some upstart demon noble or something goes to try and make an alliance with/conquer the corvids or smth and then they either get absolutely bodied by the crows who don’t want to share their king or the meet sy and are just in shock because this guy?? This is the feared corvid king?? At least until sy mentions something from his knowledge of PIDW and they get absolutely freaked out because how does he know that?? What do you mean my daughter will be married off soon?? Maybe there is going to be rumors about him being a seer or something. ESPECIALLY if what sy mentions is in relation to a bloodbath that bingge from PIDW caused since crows are associated with death(at least in our world). I wonder how intimidated they would be since not only does sy have a terrifying reputation. But he is a heavenly demon. And like you mention, Tianlang-jun ran a whole empire. ALSO!! I love the reactions so much! Tianlang-jun just shipping sy with zzl when they brawl whilst sy is just in full bird brain and doesn’t want to share his shinys. Imagine all the rumors that would fly around(probably encouraged by tlj) When Binghe sees this he’d throw an absolute FIT!

There is a lot to unpack here, all of it absolutely delightful, but I'm going to be a little freak and start on what's been tugging at my mind as I read this. (I'll probably have to write a part two because I can feel my autistic little brain whirring at at least ninety miles an hour, I'm so sorry) DID YOU KNOW THAT IN GREEK MYTHOLOGY, CROWS ARE ASSOCIATED WITH APOLLO, GOD OF (amongst other things) PROPHECY. I am a teeny weeny bit of a Greek mythology nut, so this immediately jumped me the moment I read about demons viewing SY as a seer of sorts (in the instance that the system was either far more relaxed or non-existent). So, so, basically, in Greek mythology, Apollo learned that one of his lovers (Coronis, I believe) was being unfaithful through ravens/crows and this led to him turning them from white to black! Due to them being featured in this myth, he is heavily associated with them and, in general, they are associated with prophecy and divination. SO, if we want to fuck around in our little sandbox (under the impression that Airplane is stealing from other mythologies aside from just Chinese mythology), we can decide that there is at least three wife plots in PIDW that surround crows and their ideas of prophecy!!! When Shen Yuan starts blabbering about these different future events, and then they HAPPEN, the other demons are like GASP. FUCK. The crow knowss.....ANDANDANDAND, RIGHT, THE IDEA OF CROW DEMONS BEING ABLE TO DIVINE VIOLENT/DEADLY DISASTERS BECAUSE OF THEIR ASSOCIATION WITH DEATH JUST MAKES PEOPLE MORE SCARED OF SHEN YUAN'S PREDICTIONS. HFGROGERGWOHRGHGS SOSHOHRORRRY SORRY SORRY, THIS HAS BECOME A RAMBLE THAT'S ONLY A LITTLE BIT OF WHAT YOUR ASK TOUCHES UPON BUT A P O L L O . HE HAS A TUMULTUOUS RELATIONSHIP WITH CROWS/RAVENS BECAUSE HE SCORCHED THEM BLACK AND THEY CHATTED ABOUT HIS LOVER'S UNFAITHFULNESS, SO IF WE HAVE A DEITY THAT IS LIKE APOLLO IN PIDW, WE COULD ALMOST EVEN IMPLY THAT WHEN THE DIVINE CROW BEINGS FELL TO SIN, THIS IS WHAT CAUSED IT! THEY FELL TO GOSSIP AND WERE DIVINELY PUNISHED BY THIS DEITY, AND AND, OUT OF SPITE AFTER THEY BECAME ENTRENCHED IN SIN, THE HEAVENLY CROW DEMONS BEGAN DIVINING TO THE WEAK MORTALS WITHOUT THE DEITY TELLING THEM TO BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO GET BACK AT THE DEITY AHAHAHAHAHA. (obviously this isn't a definite thing, it's just an alternative way for the heavenly crows to become heavenly demons. It's just me chattering to myself) I'll make a separate post on the MAIN demons' reactions to SY but, in general, most demons are either actively petrified of him because of his image as a deity, or they're relatively disillusioned because they've seen him in person and he's been a SWEETHEART, hitting them with the wife beam. That doesn't mean that they aren't still kind of terrified of the powerful, prophetic crow heavenly demon deity, but in a "scared but horny way", and that's only when SY displays this power! Most of the time he's an undeniably strange but incredibly kind hearted guy that just seems to want to help everyone!! Even if he hates doing things!!! Tianlang-Jun is always under the full determination of "ONE of my relatives is going to marry this crow demon, or I'm going to do it myself." The first time Zhuzhi-Lang and Luo Binghe hear that they both immediately just stare at TLJ like "don't you dare, you whore" (ZZL a lot more respectful than LBH, of course), but TLJ is booored. Someone better fuck marry that freak or he'll do it himself.

(When I write part two for the important demon reactions to SY, I'll link it here, so keep an eye out!!!)

[freisende]

Ensemble Stars! - Memories Selection: Checkmate Episode 5 - 孤独な玉座 (The Lonely Throne) English Translation

Provided by Happy Elements, あんスタチャンネル on Youtube

Ensemble Stars Memories Selection: Checkmate 『チェックメイト』 Adapted from Ensemble Stars! Story: Checkmate Written by: 日日日 (Akira) English Translation: Freiya

*All copyrights of the stories, scene pictures and writings, all belong to Happy Elements. I only translated the scenes into English to help overseas fans understand the dialogues. I do not own any copyrights other than the English Translation*

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Izumi: You’re late, Leo-kun!

Izumi: It's basic to be on time, right? Don’t you lack the sense of being the leader?

Leo: Ahaha~! Sorry, sorry. You know… in truth, just now I was negotiating a bit with the unit we’re supposed to be facing off.

Eichi: Negotiate…?

Izumi: *Izumi takes a walk forward* …Now that I think about it, not even one of them has shown up yet, have they? Well, they don’t even have the will to do their activities from the start. So I thought they don’t intend to participate in the rehearsal, and will just go straight directly in the real live, though?

Leo: Hm. They’re really like that, huh? Recently, I have finally understood. Everyone, all of them, I thought they’re my lovely friends. But I wonder what they think? I was thinking; do they also think of me as a precious being, like Sena do? I was very curious about this as of late. That’s why the other day, I had Mama[1] help me negotiate, and I directly faced the former member of Chess regarding this one-on-one. I’m also a boy, so I’m worthless if I am always just being protected by Sena, right? 

Izumi: *Izumi puts a confused expression while looking at Madara*

…What do you mean?

Madara: Hmm… let’s hear it directly from Leo himself, okay?

Izumi: …

*Everyone is silent and hear Leo’s explanation deeply*

Leo: …I went all around and asked everyone. I asked them, “What do you think of me? What am I to you?” They gave me various answers. But there is not much meaning in words. “A friend. A comrade, I love you”, you can say anything with your mouth, right? 

That’s why I narrowed it to choices. 

Izumi: …Choices?

Leo: Yup. Me, or the songs I composed. I made them choose. If they like me, regard me as a friend, and still want to be friends with me, I won’t let them use my songs anymore. But if they choose to be my enemies, I will let them use my songs just like always up to now. When I presented them with those choices, Sena, what do you think happened there? 

Leo: Everyone, without any hint of hesitation, with smiling expression on their faces, they directly choose to be my enemies! Ahahahahahaha! Laughable, right, Sena? What they love isn’t me, but my songs! Well, that’s obvious though, because I’m a genius! The songs I made are great masterpieces! Ahahahaha, ahahaha! Hey, Sena, Tenshi, it was steeped in my mind that I was loved. I thought I had spent my youth well happily with these friendful comrades.

Leo: But, it was just me being mistaken by myself! Ahahahahaha, ahahahahahaha, ahahahaha, ahaha! 

Izumi: Leo-kun, well…!

Leo: No, wait a moment, Sena! Hear me out! *Leo holds out his hand to Izumi* Starting this point is the climax masterpiece! I said just now that I was negotiating, right? I don’t want them to ruin and make a mess of the live that Sena and everyone else has been preparing well for, so I thought it would be best for them to just back off if they don’t want to do it!

***

–Flashback to the scene of Leo negotiating before–

Chess’ former member A: Don’t stand on today’s checkmate stage?

Leo: Yup. You would still get the pay. Not a bad deal, right?

Chess’ former member B: Okay~! I’ll ride that big negotiation deal.

Leo: …I see…

Chess’ former member C: Yeah. Even if we face off, we can’t win against you guys.

Chess’ former member D: If we don’t need to stand on stage but still get paid, that way definitely would be better for us too.

Chess’ former members: Ahahahahahaha. 

Leo: …In truth, I was hoping that they would reject this negotiation. I wanted to explode, “Don’t be ridiculous!”, I wanted to beat and mess them up!

…Hey. what’s up with those guys? Are they really idols? For what purpose do they live? Isn’t it to do their best in things they like in their life?

Izumi: Leo-kun… *Izumi reaches out for Leo’s shoulders*

Leo: …Sena, this is your fault, you know!

Izumi: …Huh?

Leo: You’re the first person I met in this school. You’re the guy that I got close to and you always do your best. That’s why I thought everyone else was like that too…! Idols are amazing, and if it’s here I can definitely make friends. It made me believe that it would be like that, I was made to believe that things were like that. That’s why! Everything, all of it is your fault, Sena!

Izumi: …Why…*Izumi backs off* …Why is it my fault, Leo-kun…?

Madara: …. *Madara looks quietly at them*

***

–Madara calls Izumi out to the archery club’s practice field to talk–

Izumi: …Mikejima, what is it that you need to talk about? It’s about time for the stage to start, I need to do my makeup, change my clothes… I’m busy, though.

Madara: Hm. I thought that you needed to know, see. So I thought of telling you quietly, you know?

Izumi: …Haa? 

Madara: On that day, I was passing by this archery club’s practice field. And I heard the voice of a cat crying inside, as if asking for help. I entered here, and I witnessed that appearance of Leo-san. 

*Little John meows*

Leo: Hm~♪ Hm~♪ Hm~♪ Hm~♪ *Leo sings a melody*

Madara: …! *Madara was surprised and hurried to rush inside, but stop in the middle of the way, while gritting his teeth*

With the flowing blood from his broken right hand as a writing tool, Leo-san was writing music scores, and composing a song with his blood. While crying, he was saying this:

Leo: I’m happy…! This is the first time I’m feeling such pain! What a fortunate moment, ahahaha! Ah, it’s flowing, it’s flowing here…! Inspiration! Ahahahaha…!

Madara: I rushed to the infirmary to call for help, but when I came back, Leo-san was gone.

Izumi: I see. 

(So after that, he came to my place, in the practice room…)

Madara: I investigated, and finally I got it. This place has become a kind of hanging out place for delinquents and those bad guys with no ethic, you see?That day too, they played and did bad things to the cat that got lost here. It’s a very disgusting, bad story, though. They used lighters to burn it, used arrows to hurt it. That was how it came to Leo-san trying to stop them using his body. And the result of it, was like that. The delinquents got scared and they ran off, apparently. Then that’s how I found out. When I saw that appearance of Leo-san, I was too shocked. I thought, perhaps because of the unbearable pain, something has gone off in Leo-san’s head. But the truth, it was not like that.

Madara: Leo-san was trying his best desperately in telling himself: “It’s no one’s fault. This is not a tragedy. If else, I’m feeling happy. Using this experience, I can write out a great masterpiece!” That’s what he must have thought in his head.

Izumi: …That guy… Leo-kun is… an idiot with a good heart of a person, so something like hating other people– he can’t truly hate anyone from the bottom of his heart. And that’s why in Chess, he’s being used delightly by other people. 

Madara: Hm. If you have comprehended that much, then I would like for you to watch for Leo-san carefully, closely by his side. That child is fragile. I am trying my best as his friend, but I can’t always remain by his side to watch him. But you, you’re his comrade and his equivalent, aren’t you? So I’m begging you. Please don’t make that good child unhappy.

Izumi: …Even if you told me that…! I am just a fellow unit member… not his family, or even a friend. I’m busy with myself already and have other things to fulfil. I can’t take care of each and every one of his problems.

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–Back in the auditorium, audiences have begun to gather to watch the stage–

Leo: Aah Sena~! Se~na, just where have you gone off to? The audiences have entered and gathered here, you know!

Arashi: Hey, hey, Izumi-chan. All the members of our opposing units have surrendered, right? Then, you don’t need extra helping members, right? *Arashi looks at Ritsu*

Ritsu: Um. *Ritsu nods his head at Arashi*

Izumi: *Izumi looks around*…Where are Tenshouin and Aoba?

Leo: They have gone back! I asked them to. I’m the leader, you see. I have that much of an authority, right?

Ritsu: Well, us too…

Arashi: Can go back home, right?

Leo: No! You guys should go sing. From what I’ve seen you guys are pretty good. I’m also curious and want to see how your singing voice sounds!

Arashi: Oh my…

Ritsu: …Eehh?

Leo: It’s time to take off! Let’s go, Sena! *Leo stands up and approaches Izumi* What should I do?

Izumi: …even if you tell me what…?

Leo: I’m stupid, so I can’t figure it out by myself. You’re smart, so you should think it out, and tell me what I should do. I will make your dream come true. 

Leo: As Knights, together with me.

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Translator’s notes:

[1] Leo calls Madara with his unique abbreviated name, “Mama” from MikejiMA MAdara.

Note: This episode made me sob so much omg it hurts, Leo-kun!😭

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Hungry For Raspberries

[olivia's note: hello gang! time for another wonderful offering from the incomparable anne onymous! thank you anne!!!]

Today had been a rather tickly day for Virgil. Not that he minded, of course. Tickling was pretty common in the Mind Palace, but today really...took the biscuit? Took the cake? Took everything in the bakery, or however the saying goes, Virgil couldn't remember. It first started this morning when Roman was given the dreaded task of waking Virgil, who always slept in until noon if you let him.

Virgil buried his face in his pillow, giggling madly as he tried not to think of Roman who was hovering over him with wiggling fingers. "Come on, Virgil. If you don't come out, the tickle monster's coming iiin!" Roman teased in a sing-song voice. "I'm gay!" Virgil squealed, his voice muffled by the pillow. "That's not what we meant and you know it." Roman said, sitting down on the bed. "We?" Virgil asked, looking up at the creative Side. "Yes, "we". As in me...and the TICKLE MONSTER!" Roman exclaimed, scribbling his fingers all over Virgil's ribs, causing the emo to squirm and giggle.

Safe to say, Virgil definitely didn't oversleep this morning. And that was just the beginning. Later on in the living room, he kept putting his feet on the coffee table which annoyed Logan to no end. Finally, he had enough and grabbed Virgil's feet, placing them on his lap.

"How many times did I tell you to stop putting your feet on the coffee table?" Logan asked. "Four." Virgil replied. "And how many times did you listen?" Logan queried. "Zero." Virgil answered. "Hence why it is your own fault for what I am about to do." Logan said, tickling the arches of Virgil's socked feet. "Ahahaha! I'm sohohohorry!" Virgil apologised. "Somehow I doubt that highly. Perhaps your punishment should be more precise." Logan reasoned, slowly slipping off Virgil's socks. "Uh-oh." Virgil giggled. ""Uh-oh" indeed, Virgil. Allow me to tell you the story of five little piggies. And since I know you just adore this story, I might even tell it twice." Logan said with a sly grin as Virgil hid his face in a couch pillow. He was pleasantly surprised that Logan would play "This Little Piggy" with him given how serious Logan tends to be and how that nursery rhyme is for children. 

So yeah, quite a busy morning. As for right now? Virgil was currently in a very tickly cuddle with Patton on the couch. He was smothering Virgil's neck and ears in kisses and nuzzles while squeezing his sides. As Virgil squealed and wiggled in his embrace, Patton thought he could hear a "stop" among his giggles. "Sorry kiddo, are you not in the mood?" Patton asked, stopping everything. But Patton couldn't be more wrong. His neck nuzzles and tickly kisses were the best, but all the previous attacks put Virgil in a really big lee mood. One that couldn't be cured with gentle tickles. Virgil wanted something a little more...intense. "Actually, umm, I was just wondering if you could maybe, uhhh, move to a different spot?" Virgil asked shyly. "Oh, ok. What about your armpits? Is that better?" Patton asked, scribbling in Virgil's sensitive hollows. "Eek! Hahahahaha! Nohohoho, nohohot thehehehere!" Virgil giggled. "What about your ribs?" Patton asked, poking and prodding at Virgil's ribs. "Ahahahaha! Gehehetting wahaharmer!" Virgil squealed. "Oh, I see. You want the tickle monster to give you tummy tickles, hmm?" Patton teased, skittering across Virgil's tummy with both hands. 

"Ahahahahaha! Yehehehes, buhut nohot lihike thahahahat!" Virgil cackled, pushing Patton's hands away. "Not like what?" Patton asked. "Not with...not that way." Virgil said. "You mean with my hands?" Patton guessed. Virgil nodded. "Oh. Well I'm sure Roman has some crafting feathers we could borrow. Or we could use this new feather duster Logan just got, oh my goodness, he got me with it yesterday and it was so tickly, I didn't even know I could be that ticklish. I think I could even tickle myself with it, but of course Logan would argue that your brain anticipates–" Patton suggested but Virgil interrupted. "No f-feathers either, just...I mean...God, why is this so hard?" he stammered, burying his face in his hands in frustration. Virgil and Logan always struggled when it came to asking for tickles, Roman and Patton were the only ones who could shamelessly ask. One time Roman upright asked Virgil and he almost choked on his coffee. 

"Maybe try texting it to me. That way you don't have to say anything." Patton suggested. Virgil took out his phone and started to type. But it turns out just writing the word and having to look at it can be just as difficult sometimes. Thank god for emojis. Just one problem: there's no raspberry emoji on his phone. But there was a strawberry emoji and a mouth emoji. That should do it. Patton's phone buzzed as he got the text but his face screwed up in confusion as he read it. 

💜Virgil🌩: 

👄🍓

"You wanna get a snack first?" Patton asked hesitantly. Virgil facepalmed and groaned. Take 2. This time he had to be more direct. Patton's phone buzzed again and Patton thankfully didn't look as confused as before at this one.

💜Virgil🌩:

👋❌ 🪶❌ 👄✅

"Ahhh, I think I get it now." Patton said, pushing Virgil's shirt up and straddling his thighs with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Virgil covered his eyes with his arms to avoid eye contact with Patton. "Ok kiddo. Ready?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded and Patton blew the biggest raspberry he could into Virgil's belly, making him scream with laughter. "AHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHOHOHOHOD! HAHAHAHAHA!" Virgil shrieked, kicking and squirming like crazy. When it finally ended, Patton caught his breath while Virgil giggled happily from the phantom vibrations that made his tummy tingle and gave him butterflies. "Was that fun?" Patton asked, smiling as he noticed Virgil's eyeshadow had turned purple and glittery. Virgil nodded then suddenly covered his belly protectively with his arms, giggling more. "Had enough?" Patton guessed. "No, I just thought how much it would ti...how bad it would be to experience three r...to have three at once." Virgil confessed, curling into himself. "Think you can handle it?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded.

"Logan! Roman! Virgil's hungry for raspberries!" Patton called. Logan and Roman rose up into the room with amused expressions. "You're still in the mood for tickles?" Roman asked. "Was my storytelling not satisfactory? I was even generous enough to do it twice." Logan teased, causing Virgil to squeak and hide his face in his hood. "I'd suggest moving from the couch to the floor for this, Virgil." Patton advised. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, Virgil walked away from the couch and laid down on the floor. "So, how are we gonna do this?" Virgil asked hesitantly. "How about Logan on your left, Roman on your right and me in the middle?" Patton suggested. Virgil nodded in agreement and the others got into position. Logan knelt down by Virgil's left side while Roman sat by Virgil's right side and Patton went back to straddling his thighs. "Let's do a warm up first. We should see if you can handle two at once before diving into three." Patton recommended. Virgil held back a whine and nodded. Without any warning, he felt two raspberries being blown on the sides of his bare belly. 

"HAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEY, NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR! AHAHAHAHA!" Virgil bellowed. Roman and Logan gave each other a smug look while they caught their breath. Meanwhile Virgil giggled like a mad man and squirmed from the phantom tickles as he recovered. "Still think you can handle three?" Roman asked. Virgil nodded. "Just in case, we should come up with a safe word." Logan recommended. ""Panic" works for me." Virgil suggested. The others nodded in agreement and prepared themselves. "Ready Virgil?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded and braced himself. "Ok, on three. One..." Patton started. "Two..." Logan continued. "Three!" Roman finished. They all took a deep breath and blew right into Virgil's belly. He screamed and cackled and kicked and bucked like crazy. "NOHOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PAHAHAHAHANIC!!!" Virgil screamed. Everyone stopped immediately and Logan went to the kitchen to get some water for Virgil. 

"Thahat...wahas...soho bahad." Virgil gasped. "Was it still fun?" Roman asked. Virgil nodded. "Here, Virgil. This should help you." Logan said, handing him the glass. "Thanks." Virgil replied, drinking the water gratefully. As he continued to catch his breath, Patton couldn't help but feel slight envy. Oh well, there's an easy fix for that. "My turn!" Patton exclaimed, lying down with his arms up. The others gave Patton a fond look before surrounding him in a similar fashion to before with Virgil: Roman and Logan by his sides and Virgil straddling his thighs after finally composing himself. "Any specific instructions?" Virgil inquired, moving Patton's shirt up to reveal his sensitive tummy. "First I want just one on my belly, then two at the same time, and then all three of you at once. Please." Patton instructed. "Got it. Safeword?" Virgil asked. Patton thought for a moment before blurting out "Kitties!"

""Kitties" it is. And if you forget or can't say it, just bang on the ground like a wrestler tapping out, ok?" Virgil suggested. Patton nodded, eagerly awaiting the tickles. Virgil decided not to go first considering he was just tickled senseless a minute ago, so he gave Roman a subtle nod and he gladly did the honours. Thankfully, Patton still seemed to enjoy himself. "YAHAHAHAHAY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he squealed. Virgil smiled down at the giggly father figure as Roman got back up for air. "Would've gone first, but I need to give my lungs a break." Virgil explained. Patton nodded in understanding but was soon cackling like mad as Roman and Logan once again went for the surprise tactic. "HAHAHAHAHA! IT'S SOHOHOHO TICKLY! HAHAHAHAHA!" Patton cackled. "That's kind of the point, Padre. This would be really awkward if it didn't." Roman pointed out after he stopped. 

"Still certain you want to go through the final round?" Logan checked. Patton nodded eagerly. "Ok, if you insist. On three?" Virgil suggested. Patton shook his head. "Ok, I guess we're diving right in." Virgil said. And just like that, Patton felt three raspberries being blown on his ticklish tummy and completely lost it. "HAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!! KIHIHITTIHIHIES!!!" Patton shrieked. The sensations stopped immediately and Roman went to fetch Patton a glass of water. "You good, Patton?" Logan asked. Patton nodded, still catching his breath. "Here." Roman said as he gave Patton the glass. "Thahanks." Patton gasped before swallowing it down slowly. The others watched him for about two minutes to be sure he was definitely alright. "I'm ok, don't worry. Just needed a second." Patton assured. "I must say, this activity is actually quite amusing. I'm tempted to try it myself." Logan confessed. "You should try it, Logan. It's really fun." Patton said. "Well, it is my job as Thomas's logic to understand things, so, very well." Logan reasoned, blushing hard.

"Don't bother with the singular one, I'm already aware of how it feels." he added, lying down comfortably. "Ok. Safeword?" Virgil asked. "Crofters." Logan said. "How original." Roman teased, straddling Logan's thighs. "Don't get cocky or I'll make your turn figurative hell." Logan warned. "Isn't that the whole point of this?" Virgil asked, settling himself down by Logan's left side. "Touché–HEHEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHAHA! IT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" Logan cackled in surprise as both Patton and Virgil blew on his belly. "I wish you could see this from my perspective, because this is hilarious." Roman remarked as Logan recovered from the surprise raspberries. "Roman, be nice." Patton scolded. "You still good to go, Lo?" Virgil checked, relieved when the logical Side nodded. "Care for countdown?" Roman inquired. "From five will do." Logan said. "Alrighty then, in five..." Patton started. "Four, three..." Roman continued. "Two, one!" Virgil finished, before everyone blew on Logan's belly, shattering his composure. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!! CROHOHOHOFTERS!!!" Logan shrieked, causing everyone to stop and Virgil went to get him a glass of water. 

"You alright?" Patton asked. Logan nodded and sat upright, trying to calm his breathing. "Here you go." Virgil said as he handed Logan the glass, watching him sipping carefully. As soon as he was done, Roman spoke up. "Looks like we've saved the best for last." he said, lying down confidently and pulling his shirt up. "Don't bother with warm-ups, just dive right in!" Roman requested, raising his hands behind his head. "Are you sure, Roman?" Patton checked. "Yeah, it's pretty intense, dude." Virgil warned. "You should at least try two at once before just submitting yourself to three." Logan advised, straddling Roman but was met with a glare. "Alright, if you're positive about it. Safeword?" Patton asked. "Disney, obviously." Roman replied. "Fitting. Would you like a countdown?" Logan asked. "From ten." Roman answered. "Ten?! Jeez." Virgil exclaimed. "What can I say? Anticipation is half the fun." Roman said. But he didn't just mean his own anticipation. Roman smirked as he watched the others impatiently count down from ten and decided to tease them by saying they were counting too fast and must start all over again. Finally after ten agonisingly long seconds, touchdown. 

"AHAHAHAHAHA!!! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman bellowed. "That's the point, Roman. This would be a fruitless endeavour otherwise." Logan said as everyone got back up for some much needed oxygen. Patton went to get Roman a glass of water but Roman stopped him by grabbing his ankle. "Agahahain." Roman giggled. "You wanna go through that, again?!" Virgil asked in disbelief. Roman nodded. "Uhh, well, if you're sure, Roman. I guess we could do it again." Patton said hesitantly, kneeling back down. "Should we go down to two at once this time?" Logan suggested, causing Roman to shake his head and looked almost offended. "Very well, then, if you're certain. Shall we count down again?" Logan asked. Roman shook his head again. The others didn't bother with responding and just blew more raspberries on his belly again. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOHOHOHOD!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman cackled. The others stopped to catch their breath and Patton once again tried to go get a glass of water for Roman, but the prince stopped him once again. 

"One mohohore." Roman giggled. "Are you kidding me?!" Virgil yelled. "Roman, if we do this too much, it could have serious repercussions such as loss of consciousness, bladder failure or even-" Logan protested but was interrupted by a kick and glare from Roman, causing him to roll his eyes. "Fine. Just don't say we didn't warn you." Logan said. "I thought I had it bad earlier, but you're like a masochist today." Virgil commented. Against their better judgement, the three once again blew into his tummy and Roman lost it. His laughter went silent as he banged his fists on the floor. Virgil was the only one who remembered the tapping out backup plan and stopped, pushing Patton and Logan away from Roman. Patton rushed to the kitchen to finally get that water while Logan and Virgil guided Roman through his breathing. Patton arrived with four glasses, receiving a rather puzzled look from Virgil. "Uh, I don't think he needs that much water, Pat." Virgil said. "It's not just for him, the other three are for us." Patton explained, passing out the glasses. Roman desperately gulped down his water while Logan, Patton and Virgil merely sipped away slowly. After about five minutes, Roman was finally fully calmed down. 

"You ok, Princey?" Virgil asked. "Yeah, I'm alright now." Roman assured. "We warned you to not push yourself too far." Logan said. "But I was having fun." Roman whined before letting out a yawn. Patton giggled before finding himself yawning too. "Hey Roman, you got enough energy to help me summon something?" Patton inquired. "Sure, what do you need?" Roman asked. Patton whispered in Roman's ear, causing the creative Side to hold back giggles. His ears weren't usually ticklish, but those three rounds of raspberries pumped up his senses from one to one hundred. Nonetheless, he understood Patton's request and gladly delivered. The room was now covered top to bottom in blankets, fairylights strung across the ceiling and pillows scattered across the floor. Logan and Virgil couldn't help but smile at Roman's handiwork. "I thought we could use a cosy blanket fort to take a nap in after all that." Patton explained, summoning his cat onesie. Logan and Virgil wanted to protest but couldn't fight back their own yawns. Roman and Virgil summoned their onesies while Logan summoned his blue pyjamas. "Come on, Logan. If I'm doing this, there's no reason you shouldn't." Virgil argued. Logan wanted to protest but found himself too tired to do so and summoned his onesie. The four Sides cuddled up together under the blankets and enjoyed a well-deserved afternoon nap.

[kokupuffs]

hello koku!!!

i saw you were wanting some requests!

may i pls request lee tanjiro with ler giyuu and rengoku? personal hc, they argue over who tanjiro likes best and playfully tickle him to get him to tell them who he likes but he never admits who he prefers since he sees both of them as his older brothers

feel free to decline if you don’t feel inspired. have a great day!🫶🏼💚

Hello! Ofc! And I love your hc! I'm definitely gonna use it for this fic! Also I've never even thought about Giyuu being a ler so this will be interesting :3

Note: freaking LOVE lee Tanjiro

He had just come back from yet another mission when he heard voices off in the distance. He thought that it was probably the other hashira and turned to leave, but as he did, he heard shouts and had to investigate. Upon arriving at the cause of the noise, Tanjiro found Rengoku and Giyuu, who appeared to be having an argument. Tanjiro crouched down behind a bush to see what they were talking about.

'He spends more time with me.'

'that doesn't mean anything..'

'Yes, it does. Come on, you know he likes me more!'

'No he doesn't.' Giyuu responded before then going on to say

'I've known him longer.'

'Are they talking about me?' Tanjiro thought to himself as he continued to watch them he realised that yes, yes they were talking about him. Well fighting over him it seemed like.. Tanjiro wasn't one to have favourites, ofc he liked some people more than others but that doesn't really count. He got up and was about to leave when a voice behind him made him jump.

'Tanjiro'

It was Giyuu's voice. He spun around to look at the two men and said

'Do you need something..?'

'Yes young kamado! We'd like to know who you like better, me or Tomioka?'

'I already told you that I don't know, I like you both the same..' This was true. He really had no idea. He viewed both men equally. However, the others did not think so..

'He denies it every time'

'Well, that won't do, will it now? I guess we'll have to teach him a lesson~'

At first, Tanjiro didn't understand, but when Rengoku wiggled his fingers, a bright smile on his face, Tanjiro took off running. He was fast, but the others were faster, and he was easily captured by Giyuu, who wrapped an arm around his waist as he easily, but gently, pushed Tanjiro to the floor and sat on his arms to prevent him from escaping. Rengoku soon caught up and loomed over Tanjiro with a smirk on his face.

'Young kamado, you do know what happens to liars right?'

'I'm not a liar..'

'So you deny that too, huh? Tomioka you know what to do'

A shriek erupted from tanjiro along with a few giggles as Tomioka pressed down on his upper ribs. He didn't even press down very hard, but it was enough to get Tanjiro giggling. Remgoku then also decided to join in by spidering his fingers up and down his sides, which caused Tanjiro to let out a whine, followed by another stream of giggles while Tanjiro shook his head.

'Tanjiro, you shouldn't have lied to us.' Giyuu wasn't one to tease, but when it came to Tanjiro, he made an exception. Deciding to give up on his ribs, Giyuu gently fluttered his fingers against Tanjiro's neck, causing the latter to scrunch his neck in a way of trying to protect himself.

'Ahahahahaha! Gihihihihihiyu!' 'Rengohohohoku!'

'What's up, Young kamado? Is something funny? You're giggling an awful lot.'

'i- I'm Nahahahahat!' He replied, squealing as Rengoku found a sweet spot on his side.

'Still lying, I see?'

'There's no point in lying now. It will only make your punishment worse,' Giyuu said as he started digging into Tanjiro's hips, smirking slightly as his laughter increased in volume.

'So are you going to tell us what we want, or would you prefer to keep lying?'

Tanjiro couldn't respond, his laughter was almost starting to go silent, and he just begged them with his eyes to stop. For the next 3 minutes, he shrieked, squealed, screamed, and laughed until finally they let him go, and as soon as Giyuu got off of him he curled up into a ball, face slightly red as he sucked in much needed oxygen. (Idkkk what happened to the text here- I'm sorry 😭)

'So?' Rengoku asked, turning his head to a now recovered Tanjiro.

'I still can't decide. I view both of you equally. I like and dislike things about both of you and making a decision is just something that hasn't crossed my mind. So I'd say I like both of you, your like brothers to me I guess..'

I wanted to write more but my motivation has left me..

Hope this was good-

[scratchybongvt]

Atlanta United vs. Inter Miami (Regular Season September) ALTERNATIVE COMMENTARY!

Disclaimer: No offense intended for either Burke (the real one) or Messi fanboys and girls.

Vinicius: With me, futebol expert and owner of the soon-to-be-popular Sidemascots channel, Vinicius not Moraes…

Burke: And Atlanta’s #1 United Fan, Burke!

Vinicius: Sorry Burke.

Burke: What?

Vinicius: You’re not invited to our commentary box.

Burke: WHAT?

Vinicius: Now can you please go…

Burke: Right where I belong?

Vinicius: Right where you belong. In the stands.

Burke: Fine! Back inside a crowd of humans where I belong…

Vinicius: Where was I? Oh yes!

Miraitowa: Miraitowa!

Vinicius: Default Olympic mascot!

Miraitowa: DEFAULT OLYMPIC MASCOT?!

Vinicius: Admit it, you’re the first in line when talking about Olympic mascots…

Miraitowa: Don’t get me to start a heated debate in the commentary box…

Vinicius: About being the default?

Miraitowa: No, the box of bagels gets on my toes.

Vinicius: Uhhhh…. NOTHING!

Miraitowa: We’re kicking it off!

Vinicius: Burke is, as always, Atlanta United’s 12th man.

Miraitowa: Why is he the 12th man?

Vinicius: He’s been a fan of it since day one.

Miraitowa: Who in the right mind wears the same cosplay as me?

Vinicius: Let’s not… talk about that.

Miraitowa: By the way, Vini, if Burke’s the home side’s 12th man, who’s the away side’s 12th man?

Vinicius: The entire world, I guess?

Miraitowa: Ahahahahaha, I should write this down for future jokes…

Vinicius: Unfortunately, the 12th men will be disappointed today as Messi’s their benchwarmer.

Miraitowa: Is he injured?

Vinicius: No, they think he’s a good super sub. Considering he scored a brace last time.

13th minute

It’s the man who wears Messi’s PSG number with a cross…

Miraitowa: And it went to no man’s land!

Vinicius: Oh wait, Inter Messi- I mean Miami regains possession… Saved! By Atlanta United’s shiny goalkeeper!

Miraitowa: Shiny new?

Vinicius: No, shiny head.

Burke: HEY! I HAVE THE PLAYER NAMES! THIS COULD HELP YOU!

Vinicius: SHUT UP BURKE! EVERYONE DOESN’T KNOW THE PLAYERS NAMES ANYWAY! Well apart from Messi, Suarez, Alba, and Busquets.

Burke: THE DISRESPECT!

Miraitowa: Calm down Vini…

Vinicius: WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT, MASCOT RIP-OFF!

29th minute

Miraitowa: The boys in Pink (definitely not Someity) are on the attack…

Vinicius: PASS! SHOOT! GOAL! A man whose name sounds like some Brazilian with nice hair scores!

Burke: David Ruiz?

Vinicius: David Ruiz. To be honest, even his hair was so nice.

Miraitowa: Go back where you belong, invader!

Burke: NO! I don’t want to sit in a crowd of humans! I hate them! Literally!

Vinicius: Shut up Burke and enjoy your loss.

Burke: Me and my team never get the respect we deserve…

45th minute

Vinicius: And the referee blows for half-time!

All right, Mirai, I always wanted to do this…

Miraitowa: What are going to do?

Vinicius: I’m going do something that is never done on television…

Miraitowa: Not even Apple TV?

Vinicius: Not even Apple TV.

Ahem, Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in Mercedes-Benz Stadium’s 45-year history… Oh, I mean 4 or 5 years’ history…

Miraitowa: Just like my human age!

Burke: HUMANS? THE OUTRAGE!

Vinicius: You get to view Atlanta United’s #1 fan in cheap television cameras… BURKE CAM!

Burke: BURKE CAM?

Miraitowa: BURKE CAM?

Vinicius: Burke Cam! Security, someone raided our commentary box, security!

Security: I’m sorry but Burke here has a strong aura. We must protect him at all costs.

Vinicius: AURA?!

Miraitowa: WHAT IS THIS? AN ANIME?!

Burke: If you invade my privacy again, I’ll round your houses.

Vinicius: FINE!

Miraitowa: An ability to protect itself from any harm? What was Ryo Taniguchi thinking?!

(Meanwhile in the stands)

Unrelated Atl Utd fan: Sorry guys, I’m late a year… WHERE’S CALEB WILEY?

Another unrelated Atl Utd fan: He left.

Unrelated Atl Utd fan: WHERE IS HE MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN? No bro…

Vinicius: He’s off playing a least competitive league! That’s what happens if you’re in a coma for a year! Oh sorry Burke…

Miraitowa: Pfffffffffffffft…

Burke: Disrespect my pretend brother again and I’ll BREAK YOUR NECK!

Vinicius: Fine, gee… This job is more dangerous than being a volunteer at the 2020 Olympics!

Miraitowa: I felt that too…

Burke: Me too!

Vinicius: Shut up Burke!

Burke: FINE! And I’ll not return to the stands!

56th minute

Miraitowa: The ball is in Atlanta’s possession on the left, the question is, will he cross?

Vinicius: He crosses it in, HEADER! OH! THE GOALKEEPER LEFT VIOLATED! 1-1! GLORY GLORY AT. UNITED!

Burke: We do not live in a cave!

Miraitowa: Neither is Manchester United. Go and win a trophy.

Burke: We will by December!

Vinicius: Ha, you’re a funny guy.

57th minute

Vinicius: Here’s Miami’s chance to respond after that ruthless nutmeg! As ruthless as who-knows-what!

Miraitowa: Another chance to cross… Oh wait he didn’t.

Vinicius: He played safer than someone unwilling to see one’s following list. It’s pure chaos.

Burke: Speaking of, don’t even think of scattering into my followings or it’s the end of your life!

Vinicius: Try and hit me, I have protection…

Burke: WHAT protection?

Vinicius: Humans.

Miraitowa: Pffffffffft…

Burke: The disrespect!

Miraitowa: And the referee stopped play, looks like it’s a foul at the edge of the box.

Vinicius: It’s a set-piece by Inter Miami, Burke’s heart rate goes as high as 200 bpm!

Miraitowa: That’s as much as mine in the days before the games were postponed.

Vinicius: Pressure at Atlanta goes up by 10,000! It’s over 100,000 now!

Miraitowa: Campana shoots… BLOCKED!

[Two seconds of silence]

Vinicius: Correction: GOAL! The defense was left violated!

Burke: I give up… Designated players aren’t everything… We felt violated at home… VIOLATED!

Miraitowa: My American knockoff is sobbing for his life.

Vinicius: Let’s be honest here, is a regular season game here a big deal? At this point, he’ll be better off watching a Libertadores game against Fluminense.

Miraitowa: Fluminense, who are they?

Vinicius: Exactly.

64th minute

Vinicius: Here’s Atlanta’s chance to equalize, he’s free!

Miraitowa: Shoot! Shoot!

Vinicius: SAVED! He’s playing like one of the Dortmund players at the Champions League final.

Miraitowa: Another chance to equalize! Surely now!

Vinicius: CROSS! HEADER! SAVED! FORGET DORTMUND! THEY’RE AS BAD AS MAN CITY IN THE FA CUP FINAL!

(on the phone): Is there anything we could help with?

Burke: Yes… schedule me a therapy session tomorrow morning… I can’t take this anymore…

Drake Callender: You used to call me on my cellphone…

Vinicius: And Inter Miami’s GK is trying to live up to his name!

Miraitowa: Drake?

Vinicius: Drake.

Miraitowa: By the way, why don’t you live up to your name?

Vinicius: I tried making poetry.

Miraitowa: I meant Vinicius Jr.

Vinicius: Uhhh… I think you got the wrong Vinicius…

83rd minute

Miraitowa: 7 minutes until the end of regulation time…

Vinicius: And Burke having therapy! Here’s Inter Miami’s chance to cross…

Miraitowa: TO MESSI! HE VANISHED!

Vinicius: Where’s Messi?

Where’s Messi? Where’s Messi? Can you see him? Where’s Mes- Oh never mind.

Messi: Fooled you! I disappear only to piss all of you off! And now I’m going to finish this!

Miraitowa: Messi’s trying to piss the defense off!

Vinicius: SAVED! OPEN GOAL! BLOCKED! AND OUT TO THE OTHER SIDE WE GO!

Miraitowa: I’m watching a UR – Cristiano livestream, apparently Cristiano Ronaldo is laughing at him so hard that he almost had a heart attack.

Vinicius: Ha!

Burke: GUZAN’S ON FIRE, MESSI’S PROBABLY TERRIFIED!

Miraitowa: Not him again…

84th minute

Vinicius: It’s a last-effort attack from the hosts, can they equalize on Burke’s big day?

Miraitowa: Which is?

Vinicius: His first day on Earth, duh.

Miraitowa: Is he from another planet?

Vinicius: Probably.

Miraitowa: Well THAT explains his aura. Chance for the boys in red and black to cross…

Vinicius: Oh, oh, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLAZO!

Oh, I’m starting to taste blood…

Miraitowa: GOAL OF THE SEASON, DONE! RONALDO COULDN’T KICK IT THAT FAR! WEE MESSI PROBABLY SCORED FROM THAT!

Vinicius: (coughs) HERE’S YOUR DINNER, COMMISSIONER!

Miraitowa: QUICK! SOMEBODY CHECK ON BURKE! HE’S GOING BERSERK!

Vinicius: I’m losing my voice… Can you report it to me…

Miraitowa: Oh and Cristiano, his son, and Gio are going berserk as Messi’s team bottled their lead.

Vinicius: Just like… Arsenal this season… ha. (collapses)

Miraitowa: QUICK! CALL HIM AN AMBULANCE!

Burke: YOU’RE AN AMBULANCE!

86th minute

Miraitowa: QUICK! WHERE’S THE EMERGENCY SERVICES I NEEDED!

Burke: YOU’RE THE EMERGENCY SERVICE YOU NEEDED! THAT’S FOR DISRESPECTING MY TEAM FOR 101 MINUTES STRAIGHT! HALF-TIME INCLUDED!

Miraitowa: Messi’s trying to do what he did in 2007, and won’t pass until I wake Vini up… MISSED!

Burke: DEFENSE ON FIRE! MESSI’S PROBABLY TERRIFIED!

Miraitowa: Burke’s giving out chants to Messi!

Burke: (blows Vuvuzuela)

Miraitowa: Can you please-

Burke: (blows Vuvuzuela even harder)

Miraitowa: It’s not-

Burke: (blows Vuvuzuela as hard as possible)

96th minute

Burke: IT’S THE FINAL MINUTE OF EXTRA TIME! I MEAN REGULATION TIME! ATLANTA TO SCORE THE WINNER ON MY SPAWN DAY!

Miraitowa: Oh, thanks for doing the commentary on my behalf.

Burke: No problem! Jamal Thiare dribbling for his life, surely now! BLOCKED!

Miraitowa: Poor you…

Burke: Don’t worry, as long as Messi doesn’t score a goal, WE’LL METAPHORICALLY WIN!

Miraitowa: You do know it’s a tie game…

Burke: Yeah, and?

Miraitowa: …

Full-time

Burke: And the final whistle goes! Atlanta United 2, Inter Miami 2!

Miraitowa: CLEAR!

Vinicius: Holy Bela-Sol-Vida-hitting-Jeremy-Shada-on-his-head! What happened?

Miraitowa: Nothing actually, it’s a tie.

Vinicius: Well THAT is a waste of our time.

Burke: YIPPEE!

Miraitowa & Vinicius: What?

Burke: I did it! I’m going to become Atlanta United’s new club mascot!

Miraitowa & Vinicius: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

Burke: And this is for disrespecting every other MLS team! (spits on both Mirai and Vini!) LATERS! (runs out of the commentary box) I’M NOT FREAKING HOMELESS! I’M NO- WHAT?! I WON’T HAVE A CONDO BECAUSE OF THIS?! I’M FREAKING HOMELESS!

Vinicius: Well there’s more interesting action in the commentary box than there are on the pitch.

Miraitowa: Good luck to Burke for being Atlanta United’s new club mascot, he’s going to need it.

Vinicius: And tune in this weekend for…

THE SIDEMASCOTS!

Sumi and I have assembled a team of the best mascots in the world to come together every whatever!

Sumi: Here’s what you can expect in every episode of THE SIDEMASCOTS!

Vinicius: EPIC CHALLENGES!

Sumi: COMEDY SKETCHES!

Vinicius: TOTALLY UN-SCRIPTED BOXING MATCHES*!

*not guaranteed to be unscripted. Tickets start at $299,99 per month. Good luck with that.

Sumi: and EPIC DISS TRACKS!

Vinicius: Season 1 auditions coming either Friday or Saturday!

Sumi: Friday! I have work to do on Saturdays… #SumiSaturdays.

Vinicius: So set the subscribe and like button to cook…

Vinicius and Sumi: OR YOU’RE OFF THE HOOK!

(Vini and Sumi chatter in the distance)

Vinicius: For the last time, do you think it’s a good idea to tell people to subscribe like that?

Sumi: Yeah. Pfffffft…

[connivingkillerwhale]

there it is. ego death. i found it. i've said this a million times in the last few weeks im gonna be sick im fucking sick bleugh

ahaha! if there was any proof that you're not worse off, im proof! nothing makes sense, and that's the truth, nothing makes sense nothing makes sense. i tried to say i did. nothing makes sense. ahahaha! nope. nope. nothing makes sense! it all doesn't make sense! im.. im... ahahaha! so i was actually an outlier. i was actually the outlier. ahahaha! i convinced myself that i was normal! i convinced myself i was just stuck in some places! im not! im not ahaha! im just an outlier! im just nothing! im just awkward! im just offstandish! im a filthy fucking person that compares everyone to himself and thinks just because im worse off than them means they're good! ahahaha! MY STANDARD DOESN'T WORK! MY STANDARD IS ABNORMAL! I AM NOT NORMAL! I SHOULD KILL MYSELF AHAHAHA! IM NOT! IM NOT! BUT I WANT TO! I DEFINITELY WANT TO! AHAHAHAHAHHAHA! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I WANNA FUCKING DIE AHHHH I WANNA FUCKING DIE!!! FUCKING KILL ME!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK GOD FUCKING DAMNIT FUCK YOU GOD FUCK YOU JESUS FUCK EVERY SINGLE FUCKING GOD OUT THERE! FUCK. FUCK. GOD FUCKING DAMNIT! WHY ME! WHAT PURPOSE DOES THIS SERVE? WHAT PURPOSE DOES ANY OF THIS SERVE? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? GOD FUCKING DAMNIT WHY? FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCKKKKKKKK. IM GONNA ADD TAGS TO THIS! GIVE ME ATTENTION PLEASE! VALIDATE ME LIKE THE ENTERTAINER I AM! AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE DO THAT FOR ME! MY MENTAL BREAKDOWN IS GREAT! ITS AMAZING! SUCH A DISPLAY OF RAW EMOTION! AHAHAHAHAHHAHA! OH MAN! AHAHAHAHAHHA! I wonder why kntsgi met me maybe if she met someone else she wouldn't have killed herself maybe i should die too "no don't!" but i just cause trouble "still don't!" why not? "please. just live. life itself. it's precious. it's so very precious. even if you suffer. even if you cry. even if you breakdown. life is still precious. just for the fact that you're alive" why? why are you saying this to me? you're the one that knows how i suffer the most. why are you making me believe this? it's fucking crazy. i suffer this much and you're telling me i should still believe what? that even despite that, life is precious and therefore i shouldn't die even if i get assfucked my entire life? "yes" but why? "because life is precious" but i suffer "well, for starters, life is still precious, for another, you aren't really in that bad of a position, it could be a lot worse, like you've said for other people" ah. i see. "you get it right?" so people would love to be in my position right? "i wouldn't say that, no... but it's much more.. preferrable" but it's all so much. "well. life is still precious. and you can sit here, type this talking to yourself, and believe what im saying despite your suffering" "a lot of people don't" "but you do despite it all" "you have hope. even if it's the tiniest of spark. but it's going to be difficult." "i want you to remember though. life is precious. you believe that. you understand that, so remember. everytime you suffer. everytime you fail. remember what im saying here. life is precious with than without it" "feel it all. even if it's too much" "even if there's no hope" "even if it's impossible to escape" "even if you're in "hell" " "live to experience life" but.. okay. i'll suffer.

[sapphiretheeevee]

Day 24: Joke

Shadow was sitting on the couch, sighing.

Shadow: Geez, that last adventure was pretty rough. I definitely deserve a break.

Sapphire: Well, you know Shadow, since you have your little Squid form or something, I thought it would be suitable to tell this joke to you.

Shadow: I’m not sure if I have time for this, but you can try to perk me up.

Sapphire: OK. Here it goes.

She clears her throat.

Sapphire: What does it take to get a squid to laugh?

Shadow: I dunno. What does it take?

She steps closer.

Sapphire: You ready for it~?

Shadow: Yeah, I’m ready.

She breathes deeply.

Sapphire: Ten tickles!

She suddenly begins tickling Shadow.

Shadow: Ah! NOHOHO!!! I SHOULD’VE KNOWN! AHAHAHA!!!

Sapphire: It also makes cute little hedgehogs laugh~

Shadow: I-I’M NOT- AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Sapphire: Maybe it just takes 1 tickle for you to laugh~

Shadow: I-I DOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW!!!

Sapphire: What do you mean you don’t know? I know that you’re very ticklish~

Shadow: IHIHI AM!!! I AM!!! EHEHEHEHEHE!!!

After about a couple more minutes, she stops tickling him.

Sapphire: They say it takes 10 tickles to make a squid laugh, but for you, it only takes 1. *giggle*

Shadow: …Yeah…just enough with the teasing.

Sapphire: No promises~

[the-parentheticals]

Okay, I actually managed to finish his art before his write-up this time! That being said, there’s definitely something going on here. I’m not sure what.

Name – Hayasaka Haruka (早坂 春花) (kanji in his last name mean “early,” “hill,” kanji in his first name mean “spring,” “flower”)

Age - 25

Gender – Male

Birthday – Apr. 12

Height – 160 cm

Blood Type – O

Image Colour - #00A86B

Occupation - Barista

Personality – He’s very open-minded and is always willing to listen to anyone else’s problems, but won’t pry. He’s almost always drinking something, but he refuses any alcohol.

He’s one of the sweetest prisoners in MILGRAM, never expressing distress or frustration beyond a few words. He believes that simply because he is in an unpleasant situation is no reason to be upset.

He doesn’t talk much about himself or his murder, and is very skilled at dodging any questions about it.

Canon Cover – Umbilical (sweet love song, because the other one was taken)

DECO*27 Cover - Fakery Tale

Vocaloid Cover – 1925

 “Greetings, Miss Warden. Hayasaka Haruka, at your service. Yes, even in a place like this, I would still like to offer a comforting ear.”

“Ha. Ha. Ahahahahaha! You should’ve known better than to do that to someone like me.”

 MV – Ivy

His song would be like…indie bedroom guitar vibes, you know? His MV would be shot entirely from the perspective of his victim, and the colours would be fairly soft, like something you’d see on a children’s cartoon.

The MV starts with him in a university lecture hall, where he’s speaking with the lecturer. Contrary to all the others, he isn’t wearing a bookbag. He spots the person walking through the door and asks to follow them. As soon as he makes it across, the lecture hall and the doorframe disappear.

He and the other person are now sitting at either end of a tall counter, having an animated conversation, until two coffee cups slide in from offscreen, leaving a sparkly trail in Haruka’s image colour.

The scene suddenly cuts to his victim taking his hand and pulling him into a twirl. Haruka looks apprehensive at first, but then takes their hand and suddenly thrusts downwards, causing them to trip for a second before they stand back up.

Haruka and the other person are sitting in a bright green clearing surrounded by trees with flowers and a beam of sunlight streaming in the middle. The colours in this part are a lot more vivid than in the rest of the video. The person drifts off and places their head in Haruka’s lap, and the screen begins blurring. Haruka reaches out to take something from his bag, but then notices that the person is still staring and places a finger to his lips as the screen goes dark.

The MV ends with Haruka in the coffee shop, now overgrown by vines, draining a coffee cup with the letters LS written on it.

 Trivia

Murder isn’t his only crime.

Okay, look, I named him before I found out what Milgram was, and he fit too well not to put here.

He’s our oldest male prisoner and he has, shocker of shockers, a job and an actual life.

…yes, his MV is kinda short, I didn’t have many ideas.

[spacedhead]

homestuck reread #12: act 6 p3

this is so funny to me im giggling in call and my friends are asking but im not brave enough to say it

john is fighting jack?? OKAYYYY WIN THIS SHIT THEN

HI ROSE OMG HI ROSE . it sucks how they cant like communicate with each other at all during the three years. like you guys dont have multi dimensional service? get the iphone plan

RAHHHHH

bro shut up LOLLLLLL

what the fuck is this . WHY ARE THEY BEING SO MEAN TO EACH OTHER GUYS PLEASE YOU HAVE TO GET ALONG

TRUE we love a dumb motherfucker

due to speculation???

johntav

john looks so goofy here. also drunk rose was silly but also a bit sad

holy shit this is a lotta trolls

stop pretending. we all know you want attention stop trying to deny it. AND ANOTHER THING. the stuff that is going on with caliborn? WRDGAF. the meenah intermissions were fun though. some funny dialogue in there. i liked them :) . unfortunately it just made me wanna get back to what the beta kids and trolls are doing... even though i see them every so often i feel like i miss them. like i used to see them all the time! and now... i see them once a year....

yeah you really screwed the pooch on that one lil bro

okay this dialogue is actually painful to read BUT it is interesting how a common theme of the alpha kid session is just. Waiting . they have to wait for the beta kids to come to actually make their session winnable and it keeps telling us that . so theyre just sitting around stewing in their juices. also cool that theyre called nobles instead of heroes and their planets each have a noble gas in the title

this doesnt really make sense over text BUT i see what is happening and. yes jake is the worst. jake you suck we all hate you sorry girl maybe stop being flop city

yeah okay jane is actually based right now. i cant remember why i stopped liking her. in this conversation jake is ragging on dirk for being too self indulgent and having zero self awareness while talking to jane about his issues. jane is literally trying to plan her own birthday party . jake you are being so fucking stupid and rude and honestly a pos rn bro. get OVER yourself

cool panel.... a bit scary though! man i love roxy. calliope is good too

holy shit i did not know that your dreamself has to be alive for you to ascend to god tier on your quest bed. that is interesting.

YOOOO HI ROSE. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED WHILE YOU WERE GONE. and by gone i mean not the center of the story i guess? but either way

bro is like are you serious right now. is this really happening. also hey equius . long time no see. i guess

OH HELL YEAH BEST CHARACTER JUST INTRODUCED BTW

ahahahahaha oh man this guy is a riot. also look at dirk this is huge for the dirk profile picture community which could be me soon

"it seems i demand milk" NEED TO START SAYING THIS ABOUT THINGS

oh man i really hate this part. i hope it isnt too long i dont remember if its really drawn out or short

he is about to die

he deserved this

gahhhhhhhhh its too much PLEASE let this end soon

this shit is IMPOSSIBLE TO READ

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO fefeta :( best character you will be missed on this grand adventure. but alas we will have to carry on without you. how will we cope? how will we survive?

i think you are giving him too much credit there . at this point he definitely IS an asshole

okay well trickster mode is over and things are about to get even worse but i do appreciate the kids talking out their problems albeit in a very non direct way to where they arent actually really solving anything BUT they are at least talking now!! so thats good!! next part things take a turn for the worse somehow see you then

[ciaossu-imagines]

''I feel like you have experience anon''

AHAHAHAHAHA *laughs painfully in being an amateur theater instructor who has to ork with kids*

No never had something like that happen, why?

but somehow I always had the feeling that especially in the mafia environment there MUST be some facilities that are run by the local mafia for their members and childcare can be very annoying when the parents are those holier than though types that believe THEIR child is perfect and would never do ANYTHING wrong.

(But the thought of bing able to say "well this is unfortunate, but if you want to make an official complaint, I could give you Hayato Gokuderas phone number~" is kinda nice.)

You have my sympathies, anon! Really, I feel you because I took Early Childhood Education as a class in high school, thinking it would be an easy course because the teacher was known to be a push-over and didn’t regularly take attendance so I could skip classes easier…yeah, we ended up having to work in the local daycare as part of that course and somehow I always got stuck in the toddler room and having to tell a parent that ‘hey, your child bit me/another kid’ or ‘hey, so your kid ended up taking off their pull-up and smeared shit all over a toy/the floor/me’ was never fun because, while most parents were cool with accepting that happened, there were always parents who were all ‘what do you mean? My child is an angel and would never do such a thing! It must have been someone else’s child. I don’t care that you have physical proof and a bleeding bite on your arm. If they did bite you, it must have been YOU doing something wrong and I should report you for whatever you did to my kid’…kids are cool but Jesus, some parents are the worst.

And I definitely agree with you on the Mafia-run childcare centers. It’s said that the school Dino went to was mostly for children whose parents were in the Mafia or who had Mafia connections, so it’s shown in universe that that is sort of a thing and I do believe they start that early. In the Vongola’s case, they have the biggest and best run childcare center for not only the Vongola’s children but also children from certain allied families because the parents want those bonds and alliances to start building from an early age.

And yes, I am living for that. Please name drop Gokudera, if you are his partner and also a part of the Mafia, because while he pretends to hate it, he is so down for that and it will make him feel so proud and he’ll have such a big head about it.

[nocompromise-noregrets]

3, 7, 16, 17 for Ao3 Wrapped!

woohoo! Thank you! (there's something about this particular sort of ask game that really ticks all the boxes in the back of my mind :D :D :D )

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? I am immensely proud of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel, particularly finishing the bloody thing. Not counting my forever unfinished original novel it's the longest story I've ever written, and even counting the forever unfinished original novel, the series it's grown into is the longest anything I've ever written (when I post the next ficlet, which is part of the winter prompts thing I've been doing, it'll take it over 500,000 words, holy mackerel). It's turned into a whole 'verse that more or less encompasses almost everything I write that's set in Middle-Earth, and I'm really really proud of it.

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? Ahahahahaha. I very definitely do. (I have no imagination for titles most of the time...) Most of my fic titles, at least in EV-'verse, come from Empathy Test although this year I've also been channelling Pulp a bit.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? Oooh. Let's go and look. For all time, it's "fluff", which should surprise nobody. I don't know how to narrow it down for just fics posted this year...

17. Your favorite character to write this year? The Twins, I think. (by whom I mean Elladan and Elrohir, rather than any of the other sets of twins in the legendarium) I'm beginning to get a feel for their dilemma over their choice between mortality and immortality and am hoping to get the fic about that written next year sometime.

Thank you for asking! <333333333 Anyone else want to ask me stuff about my writing this year? I have to go to work in a bit, but I'll be back in about seven hours and will get to answering then.

[thraveenperera]

First Person Shooter - Drake feat J. Cole

He morphs from a wolf into himself. The album is For All The Dogs but he's a wolf. While every Drake fan is trying to be "One of the Dogs", Drake is The Wolf ahahahahahaha. You think you're Top Dog? Well Drake is the Top Wolf. ahahahahaha. A little corny for me but good for Drake. This was totally influenced by the Black or White music video, one of the best music videos of all time. Please do yourself a service and spend 10 minutes out of your day watching that video because Drake is definitely inspired by Michael Jackson here. Black Panthers or Wolves? Tough choice.

What a cool video concept though. At the time of the song's release or whenever it was written, Drake was only 1 No. 1 song on the Hot 100 away from surpassing Michael Jackson who holds 13 No. 1 songs on the Hot 100. After the release of his highly anticipated new album, For All the Dogs, this song went on to chart at #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. This now ties Michael Jackson's record of 13. In the final verse of the song, Drake ends his verse with...

N****s talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated What the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael N*****, beat it, n****, beat it, what?

"When this gon be repeated"

Drake asks when this could be repeated but he really means to tell us that it likely won't... or at least not for a long time. Let's look at the artists with the most No. 1 songs on the Billboard Hot 100.

The Beatles (20)

Mariah Carey (19)

Rihanna (14)

Michael Jackson (13)

Drake (13)

Madonna (12)

The Supremes (12)

Whitney Houston (11)

Taylor Swift (11)

Janet Jackson (10)

I could've proven my point with the top 5 but 10 makes it better actually, notice anything? Drake is the only rapper on this list. "When this gon be repeated?" if he means by another rapper, then yeah, probably not for a long time... or ever again.

The giant Drake statue..... another reference to Michael Jackson, more specifically Jackson's HIStory album teaser video and cover.

As he delivers those last 3 bars, he adds one of Jackson's signature dance moves while showing off a Swarovski crystals glove and to add salt to the wound, he references one of Jackson's best charting/performing songs, "Beat It".

I don't even care this much, I just like the referencing. How long until people are gonna start to compare the two or even claim that Drake is this generation's Michael Jackson? WRONGO! I've seen people online mention the dance and statue as references to Jackson but nothing I've seen talked about the morph. The coolest part! #HeardItHereFirst

I also wouldn't be surprised if Drake ended up buying or sponsoring the Scotiabank Arena (Air Canada Centre) and actually naming it "October's Very Own Arena", I guess we'll see.

[suckitsurveys]

Do you still read the newspaper or have an online newspaper subscription? Occasionally I’m not subscribed to anything though.

What’s your favourite kind of meat? (vegan/vegetarian options count!) Crab.

Have you ever been mistaken for staff at a store you were just visiting? Yeah, I have.

What’s the coolest or most memorable animal you’ve ever seen at a zoo? Pandas, for sure. I saw them at then Memphis zoo a handful of times and I am forever grateful for that because I love them so much. Oh, and bats!!!

Do you share a bedroom with anybody? My husband.

What colour are the public buses where you live? White and blue mostly.

How often do you pay your utilities bills? They are included in our rent which is such a fantastic set up we have going for us.

What video game have you played the most hours of? If you don’t know, just make a rough guess. I don’t know.

Do you own a two-piece bikini? Yes, all my suits are two pieces.

Is there anybody else in the room you’re in right now? Nope.

What have you got within reaching distance of you right now? My phone, my coffee, various office supplies.

What have you been craving lately, food-wise? Anything non-food? Sushi, always.

Is your short-term or long-term memory worse? I mean, I have my moments with both.

Do you do anything in particular to help you fall asleep? I have a white noise machine.

What was the weather like today? It’s only 8am but it’s 63F and rainy and I wish I could open the window in my office right now but it’s STUCK.

Who will you see within the next week? My husband, my coworkers, my family, my nieghbors, my friend Randal and his friends when we go to the Ren faire this weekend.

Do you have any guilty pleasure music? Anything you’re willing to admit in this survey answer? I don’t really believe in guilty pleasures but I definitely have songs I like that my friends judge me for, like ones by MGK hahahahah.

What was the last movie you watched that was over two hours long? The King of Staten Island, which does NOT need to be as long as it is, but I’ll watch Pete do anything for 2 hours ahahahahaha.

Speaking of which, what’s the longest you think a movie should be? I personally think most movies are too long. Hour and a half - two hours is a good time frame.

Do you know anyone who is a medical nurse or doctor? Yes.

Have you ever worked night shifts? If so, did you like it? Not really? I worked until midnight sometimes at Party City, but I wouldn’t call that a “night shift.”

Are you good at fixing computer problems? For the most part.

Do you tend to make decisions by following your heart or your head? Head, mostly.

What’s the population of your current city/town? Why do surveys keep asking me this? A little under 3 million.

Do your parents live in their hometown(s)? My dad, yes. My mother was born in Tennessee, but she passed away 10 years ago.

What are you wearing today? My go-to cool weather outfit. converse, jeans, and my favorite hoodie.

Are you one to accessorize a lot? Eh.

What language other than English do you know the most words of? Spanish, but un poco.

When was the last time you ate? Did you eat something nice? I had a banana and some fruit snacks a little bit ago.

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

Extra Credit (Frank Iero x reader)

Kinktober day 7: Sir kink (teacher x student AU) 

Summary: (y/n) is one of Frank’s favourite students, but recently their grades have been dropping, and he’s worried that something is going on. When he calls them in to have a chat about how things are going, a few revelations come to light... 

Word count: 3074 (ahahahahaha the brainrot is so obvious with this one) 

Warnings: questionable power imbalance with the whole teacher-student thing, reader is afab!non binary so mention of chest binding (there’s no way I couldn’t slightly model this reader around myself, okay? fight me) 

AN: this is like, university type setting, so (y/n) as a student is definitely over the age of eighteen. No illegal underage grooming shit going on here folks. However, it’s still pretty dodgy for a teacher to be that involved with a student. I just choose to ignore that in this scenario because the idea of calling Frank ‘sir’ does things to my brain. Sue me. Stories are for rule breaking. 

“Okay, that’s everything for today. And remember, I want those essays in next Monday. That doesn’t mean do it all drunk Sunday night or hungover Monday morning, got it? I want it to be written in legible English, if you guys are capable of that.” 

His students laughed as they packed up, chatting as they filed out of his classroom until there were only a few people remaining. One of them was (y/n), and Frank was glad about that - he’d been wanting to speak to them for a few days now. Teaching history at university level over the past four years had given him the chance to meet thousands of incredible students. And of all of the students he’d ever taught, (y/n) was his all time favourite. 

Every day, they arrived to his classes with a smile and a cheerful ‘hi sir’. They turned up in either a band shirt and smart trousers or a button up and jeans; style and colour combinations that probably wouldn’t have worked on anybody else, but looked like they were made for them. The essays they handed in were fantastically written, well constructed and intricately detailed. It genuinely brightened his day whenever they walked into the room. 

But the last couple of assignments they’d handed in hadn’t been quite so good - certainly not bad enough to earn them a failing grade, but it still concerned him a little. So now that they were one of the last remaining people in the room, he strolled over to their desk, hands in pockets. 

“Hi, (y/n). Can I have a word with you?” 

A little startled, (y/n) flushed. “H-hi Mr Iero. Yeah, what’s going on?” They silently cursed the way their voice shook. It was bad enough that they couldn’t take their eyes off him whenever his attention was elsewhere; they really didn’t need him to notice the raging crush they had whilst they were trying to have a one on one conversation. 

Thankfully, he seemed to brush their little stuttering moment off as surprise - they hadn’t seen him coming, no wonder they were a little caught off guard. “I just wanted to talk about the last couple of pieces of work you’ve handed in. They’re not quite up to your usual standard.” The way their face fell made his heart sink, and he rushed to clarify, resting a hand on their arm. “You haven’t failed anything, don’t worry about that. I’m just a little... concerned about you. I wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything bothering you.” 

Relaxing a little, (y/n) shook their head with a smile. “Oh, I’m okay sir. I just found the last few assignments a bit harder than the others, that’s all.” 

He nodded, satisfied with that - very much trying to ignore the jolt of arousal that had run through him with the word ‘sir’. “You wanna swing by my office later today? I can go over some of the things you missed, see if that helps you understand it all a little better.” 

They chewed at their lip, disappointment in their eyes. “I would, but... I’ve got another assignment to finish for a different class.” 

“Okay, uh... what about tomorrow? I really wanna make sure you’re not struggling too much with my class. You’re my best student.” 

“Yeah, I’m free from four thirty, if that’s okay with you.” 

“Perfect, I’ll see you then.” His smile made them weak at the knees, and they just about managed to smile back before he returned to his desk. Naturally, they stared at his ass the whole way there before making a big show of packing their stuff into their bag, bright red. 

As they left, the cogs were turning in Frank’s head. Of course he’d noticed the way they looked at him - it would have been pretty difficult not to, given that he also spent a lot of time staring at them out of the corner of his eye. At least he knew he was a little more subtle. If he was right (and he was pretty sure that he was) then the two of them had been thinking about each other the same way for the last few months. He knew it technically wasn’t right; teachers and students were absolutely not meant to have any kind of relationship other than a professional one. But all of his students were adults, all over the age of eighteen. So in his mind, it really wasn’t that wrong to find (y/n) attractive. To think about their sweet smile and the way they blushed when he complimented their writing. To imagine them pinned under him in his bed, moaning his name... He shook the thoughts from his head before his body could betray him in front of his next class. 

He would indulge his imagination when he was home. 

Returning to their apartment, (y/n) threw their bag under their desk and flopped onto the bed, burying their head in the pillow. This was getting ridiculous. They were almost completely incapable of having a conversation with Mr Iero without turning into a tomato, and they were pretty sure that he’d noticed the way they stared at his arms when he was teaching. And now, they’d agreed to spend a chunk of their afternoon alone with him. At this rate, there was no way they’d be able to concentrate on what he was actually saying while being in such close proximity. 

How the hell were they going to get through this extra tuition session without being a total embarrassment? 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Four thirty the next afternoon rolled around, and (y/n) was bouncing anxiously on their heels as they waited outside Frank’s office, trying to pluck up the courage to knock on the door. Finally they decided to just get on with it and tapped on the door three times, feeling their heart race a little as he called out. 

“Come in.” He smiled as they appeared around the door. “Hey, (y/n), come sit down. You can close the door behind you.” 

They did so, taking a moment to look around his office. The building they were in was pretty old: all the rooms had high ceilings and wood panelled walls, giving everywhere a cosy feel. But Frank had definitely made his office his own space. The books on the shelves were a haphazard mix of textbooks and old horror stories, with random music magazines filling the little crevices. Two of his cardigans were hanging from the back of his chair, and a third was hanging near the door. His desk was littered with papers, but there seemed to be some kind of organisation system going on that only he could understand. It was a small room, but definitely comfortable. 

They sat down in the chair on the opposite side of his desk, smiling shyly.  He was effortlessly handsome with his shirtsleeves rolled up, and they found it difficult to meet his eyes. “Thanks for seeing me, Mr Iero.” 

“You can call me Frank while it’s just us, I don’t mind.” He made a mental note of the way they caught their lip between their teeth as he continued. “So look, your essays. They aren’t bad. Really, if anybody else handed essays like these in I’d be delighted. They just aren’t the same quality as I’ve come to expect from you.” 

“I’m sorry Mr, uh, Frank. The last couple weeks of classes have been a bit tough for me.” 

He frowned. “If you’ve been finding things hard, why didn’t you say something? You know I’m always happy to help people if I can.”

“I just... I’m not very good at asking for help, that’s all. And the work itself isn’t too difficult, I’m just not able to stay focused. Really been struggling with my mindset lately.” Their cheeks darkened a little, and he saw the perfect opportunity. He’d decided overnight that the best thing to do was try and discuss the way they clearly felt about each other, and they had just given him the perfect in. 

“I think I have a theory that might explain why you’re not working so well lately.” 

“Y-you do?” 

Frank nodded and got up from his chair, rounding the desk to lean against it and look down at them. “I think you find me attractive. And I think that you can’t stay focused on the work because you’re too busy staring at me. Thinking about me… about doing certain things with me.” They were quiet for a moment, and he sighed. “Look. If I’m wrong, tell me. And I’ll apologise for bringing that up, and we’ll finish this conversation. I’ll give you some tips on those essays, and we’ll move on like it never happened. Okay?” 

Their eyes were wide now, their breathing unsteady. They’d pictured this moment countless times. “Okay. But what if... hypothetically… you’re right?” 

“Then you might be able to do something for a little, uh... extra credit.” He reached out to cup their jaw, running his thumb over their lower lip and smirking as they kissed it reverently. “How does that sound?” 

“I like the sound of that... sir.”

“Oh so that’s how this is gonna go?” He led them around to his side of the desk, guiding them gently to their knees before sitting back down in his chair. “I can think of a few things you can do for me to gain yourself a few extra points.”

“Good, cause I can think of plenty I want to do.” Their confidence surprised both of them, and he moved to tuck their hair behind their ear. 

“You sure you’re okay with this?” 

“Yeah, I promise.” And they shuffled a little closer, trailing a hand along the zip of his trousers. “May I?” 

“Go ahead.” 

He watched as they untucked his shirt from his waistband and undid his trousers, taking a moment to admire the myriad tattoos crossing his stomach and hips before dipping their head to kiss the bulge in his boxers. He stroked the back of their head as they took his cock in their hand, eyes widening a little as they realised just how big he was. 

“Holy shit, sir.” 

“I’m sure you can handle it, kitten.” 

Heart melting at the term of endearment, (y/n) nodded eagerly and took the tip into their mouth, running their tongue across it as he gasped. They bobbed their head, a hand stroking what they couldn’t fit in their mouth as the other squeezed his thigh. 

“Oh, you were made to do this little one. You look so wonderful like this.”  

They pulled off him for a moment, staring up at him with a doe-eyed smile. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time.” 

“I’ve thought about you doing this more than I’d care to admit.” He laughed, groaning softly as their mouth returned to him, taking even more of his dick than before. “Good, just like that.” 

Before he got too close to the edge - he didn’t want to risk missing out on burying himself in their sweet hole - he tugged them to their feet, standing and unbuttoning their shirt, tossing it under the desk. 

“Just look at you. You are... so divine.” 

They blushed as his hands skimmed their waist, tensing a little as his fingers met the edge of their binder. Noticing this Frank stopped, dropping the professional façade for a moment. “Hey. Look at me. (y/n). You okay? If you wanna keep it on, that’s fine. I promise.” 

The relief was visible in their eyes. “Can I?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you. Sir.”

Satisfied that they were still alright, he ran a hand upwards over the fabric to settle at the base of their neck and kissed them fiercely, pinning them against the edge of the desk. His other hand wandered downwards, undoing their trousers. He broke the kiss and gave them a moment to breathe, pulling their underwear down too until the fabric pooled at their ankles, leaving their lower half bare. Biting gently at their neck and relishing in the way they whined, he let two tattooed fingers dance against their clit. The effect was instantaneous: (y/n) gasped, hands coming up to cling at his head. 

“Oh, fuck!” 

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

He teased them for a moment longer, fingers just dipping past their entrance enough to make them shudder before pulling away completely. “Good. Because I plan on ruining you, sweetheart. Once you’ve had me, nobody else will be good enough. My mouth, my fingers, my cock. Your sweet little pussy will never want anything else ever again.” 

Clearing a space in the middle of the desk he turned them around and bent them over, teasing their clit with the head of his cock for a moment before slipping the first few inches into them. They moaned, head thudding lightly against the desk, and he stroked their ass soothingly. “You have to be quiet for me, little one. If anyone hears, we’re in big trouble.” 

When they nodded he inserted himself fully, having to suppress a groan of his own as their walls clung to him. “Oh kitten, your cunt feels like heaven.” He kept a tight hold on their hips, fucking into them slowly at first to allow them to adjust to his size before picking up the pace a little. His hips met theirs with an almost bruising pressure - and oh, it felt so, so good. Listening closely to the noises they made, he changed the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly and grinned as an especially loud whine escaped them. 

“There, sir, oh s-shit.”

His smile widened further as they buried their face in their arm to muffle the sounds. 

“Oh that’s it, so good for me.” He kept his hips moving, slapping their ass hard enough to leave hand-shaped marks as he pounded into them, balls slapping against their clit. However, their previous teasing had brought him closer than he thought, and all too soon he felt ready to blow his load. “I- fuck, I’m almost there.” Knowing he really should, Frank pulled out with a groan, leaving (y/n) feeling desperately empty and confused. 

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Admiring the view.”

They turned to see him sat back in his chair, cock in hand. There was an incredible amount of restraint in his eyes, and they were pretty sure they knew the reason. Kicking their trousers away from their ankles, (y/n) straddled his lap, whining as they pouted. “You said you were close, sir. Why did you stop?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do I really have to explain how babies are made? I’m not a biology teacher. I was just gonna-” A groan left his lips as they leant in to suck at the scorpion tattoo on his neck, feeling their wetness pressed against his thigh. “...mmm, finish things off and then use my mouth on you, find out if you taste as pretty as you look. Oh, little one, you’re killing me here.”

Their tone dripped with seduction as they kissed the spot under his ear. “See, I’m on the pill. Fully protected. So you can cum wherever you want… sir.”

As soon as he processed their words his hands were on their hips again, and he smirked at the way their bravado vanished as he buried his dick inside them again, pulling a sound that was almost a sob from them as the head pressed against their cervix. They whimpered against his neck as his hips bucked upwards, shuddering as he shifted so one arm was around their waist and the other hand gripped the back of their head. In this position, the friction against their clit was almost unbearable.

“Fuck, sir, I- oh, please!”

Frank grinned, ghosting his lips against their ear. “Oh, sweet (y/n). Are you asking for my permission?”

“Yes sir!”

He pulled them back to look into his eyes, loving how absolutely wrecked they looked as he brought his fingers to their clit again, this time using far more pressure. “Cum for me, kitten.” And he kissed them hard, swallowing their cries as they finally hit the peak. Their tight warmth around him was enough to bring him to his own release, groaning as his cum filled them and dripped out across their thighs.

The room smelled of pure sex as they clung to each other, breathing heavily and murmuring sweet nothings into each other’s ears. After a couple of minutes, Frank remembered something vital. 

“Shit, (y/n) you’re gonna have to get off me.” 

“I don’t wanna.” 

He sighed, kissing the side of their head. “I know sweetheart. But neither of us locked the door.” 

At that they practically leapt off him, the pair of them laughing as he stumbled across the room on unsteady legs and turned the lock. 

“You know, it’s probably a bit late for that.” 

“Yeah, but it’s the thought that counts.” He came back, kissing them sweetly. “I hope it’s okay that I really don’t want this to be a one time thing.” 

Their cheeks went pink as they put their clothes back on, pulling a slight face as his cum soaked their underwear. “Me neither. I mean, what you said about ruining me? I think it’s gonna take more than once for that to happen.” 

He raised an eyebrow as he straightened his own clothes back to vague normality. “See, I think I’ve done a pretty good job of wrecking you already.” 

“And I think it’s worth a few more attempts, just to be sure.” 

Smirking, he helped them re-fasten their shirt buttons. “You know what? That sounds like a smart plan. Think you’ll be able to concentrate in my classes a little better now we’ve... worked this problem out?” 

They nuzzled softly against his shoulder as he tucked his shirt back in. “Yeah.”

“Good. Still, we should probably go over some of those essay details.” 

“I guess so.” They couldn’t help but sound a little disappointed, and jumped a little as he reached down to squeeze their ass.

“You’ll have to come round to my place to use the right books, though.” 

And they caught on to what he was suggesting. “Oh. Oh. Yeah, actually, that sounds like a good idea.” 

“Fancy heading there now?” 

“Definitely, Frank... Uh, sir.” 

“Good. Because by the time I’ve finished teaching you everything that I think you need to learn, I don’t think you’ll be able to walk.” 

They helped him return his desk to it’s usual state before heading for the door. “Well, what if I can?” 

“Then I’ll just have to repeat the lesson. As many times as necessary.” 

[fanfic-chan]

Hi! A prompt, if you don't mind. Since there's not many content with Todoroki siblings, maybe some family bonding with lee Shoto and lers Natsuo and Fuyumi. Like, Shoto finally feels comfortable and close to them enough for cuddles and affection, and they realise their baby brother is touch-starved (and unexpectedly ticklish)

I- I cannot even put into words how much I enjoyed this prompt! I absolutely loved every minute of writing this and I'm so glad you decided to send it to me! Poor Shouto is so touch starved and I love every opportunity I get to give him some much needed love! I really hope you guys like it!^^

Better Late than Never

Lers: Fuyumi and Natsuo Todoroki

Lee: Shouto Todoroki

"Hey. Can you guys tickle me?"

Fuyumi couldn't even blame Natsuo when he promptly started choking on the soda he'd been drinking in surprise. Of all the things that she would have expected her socially inept younger brother to say, it certainly wasn't that.

The three of them had been hanging out in the living room together, watching some animated movies that Shouto had borrowed from one of his classmates, Izuku Midoriya. That green haired kid that he'd fought during the UA Sports Festival. 

Apparently, their youngest sibling had been doing some 'research' as he put it, on sibling bonding techniques, and had been interviewing a few of his classmates to figure out what they liked to do with their siblings. Tonight he'd suggested the three of them have a family movie night while their father was away on a business trip and he had some time off from school, an idea he'd gotten from his classmate, Hanta Sero.

Ecstatic that their little brother finally seemed ready to open up to them, they immediately agreed, and the three of them were currently cuddled up together in the impromptu blanket fort that Shouto had insisted was a must when it came to a proper family movie night because, 'Sero said so.'

And so it was.

Admittedly, things had been going pretty well up until now, when their stoic peppermint of a little brother had turned to them, family bonding list in hand, and had asked, in the most blank tone possible, if they could tickle him of all things.

"Shouto, um, if you don't mind me asking, what brought on that question?" Fuyumi asked after a moment, patting Natsuo's back firmly while he still struggled to catch his breath after almost drowning himself in Fanta. Shouto didn't even bat an eye at his older brother's near death experience, and instead kept his expression carefully emotionless. However, he was fiddling with the hem of his shirt slightly, as if he might be nervous.

"Oh. Well, Kirishima said he likes to bond with his younger siblings by tickling them. I'm the youngest, so I just thought maybe that's how it was supposed to go and that maybe we could do that too." He explained calmly, though there was a tad bit of barely noticeable apprehension there as well. "Is that… Wrong?" He asked hesitantly, tilting his head and taking on a rare expression of clear confusion as he started flipping through his notes again. Fuyumi couldn't decide whether the sight was adorable or flat out hilarious. Heck. Maybe it was a little of both.

"Oh! No! No of course it's not wrong! Just.. a little unexpected? I guess it's just surprising! Not bad though. It's good actually! Really good!" She answered hurriedly, not wanting to ruin this rare moment of trust Shouto was showing. He'd never really gotten the chance to bond with them properly when they were little, and his social skills definitely left something to be desired, so for him to be purposefully seeking out the opportunity to do normal siblings things with them? Especially things like physical displays of affection? Well, that was a pretty big deal.

He looked up at her and blinked, relaxing after a moment and setting his notes aside, seemingly satisfied with her hasty explanation.

"Oh." He said after a pause. "So.. You'll.. You'll do it then?" He asked quietly, and if she didn't know any better, it looked like he might even be blushing. Fuyumi couldn't help allowing herself a fond smile. When had her little brother gotten so adorable dang it?! There was definitely no way she could say no to that! 

Rather than giving a verbal answer right away though, she instead let her expression morph into something a tad more mischievous and looked over at Natsuo, who had by some miracle managed to recover from his coughing fit. "Hey Natsu? Remember that thing Touya used to do to us when we were kids?" She asked with a smirk, suddenly scooping up their little brother from behind and pulling him into her lap when he wasn't looking, catching him off guard. She quickly wrapped her arms around his torso, trapping him effectively while simultaneously preventing him from being able to bring his arms all the way down, leaving him exposed.

Natsuo looked just as confused as Shouto did for a moment before realization suddenly seemed to hit him. Back when they were younger, sometimes Touya would scoop one of them up into his lap and trap them there, then he'd warningly tell them, "Don't laugh or flinch at all or else~" and wiggle his fingers just above their stomach, occasionally pretending to dip his hand down before bringing it back up again. This would go on until eventually they'd break and he'd finally start clawing into their sides or ribs or armpits. It was never the same spot, and so the inability to guess or prepare for it always made it so much worse. They loved it, and hopefully, so would Shouto now that he would actually have a chance to play. 

He smiled slightly at the memory before crawling over to sit in front of his two siblings, the younger of them looking more than a little confused. "Um. What are you two doing? What did Touya used to do?" He asked, voice deceptively calm even as an anxious smile was starting to pull at his lips. Just because he'd never been allowed to participate didn't mean he hadn't seen his siblings playing this game before, and he had to admit, it was kind of exciting to finally be a part of it, even if he was a bit nervous.

"What do you mean 'what are we doing'? You wanted us to tickle you right? So what better time than now to teach our dear little Shouto about our favorite tickle game hm?" Fuyumi teased, making him squirm a bit in anticipation as he watched Natsuo slowly move his hands toward his stomach, which he sucked in instinctively.

"The rules are simple." Fuyumi began, "Don't laugh,"

"Or flinch at all-" Natsuo joined.

"Or else~" They finished together, and with that, the game had begun.

Shouto held up pretty good for about seven minutes. After all, due to both his extensive training on self control as a child and the countless tickle fights he'd already gotten into with his classmates back at the dorms, he'd managed to build up a fair amount of resistance, and he remained stubbornly quiet and still no matter how many times Natsuo tried to catch him off guard. That is until Fuyumi decided to cheat by pinching his side right at the exact moment Natsuo decided to bring his hand down again, and he arched his back in surprise right into his older brother's waiting fingers.

"GYAH- Ahahahahaha! No! Nohoho wait!! Fuyuhuhumi you cheheheheater!!!" He laughed, collapsing into his sister's chest as Natsuo started digging into his sides. "Cheater? Me? Are you hearing this Natsu? Shouto's accusing me of being a cheater! The nerve!" Fuyumi exclaimed, feigning outrage as she joined in by scribbling her fingers over his ribs and into his armpits, making him squeal adorably. By now, he'd been squirming around so much that his head had ended up cradled in her lap, giving her a perfect view of his joyful smile. The sight of her little brother, so happy and carefree in this moment, it almost brought her to tears, and she couldn't resist the urge to discretely snap a few quick pictures of the scene with her phone, both as a keepsake and to send to their mom later along with the others she'd gotten throughout the night.

"NONONONO!! NOT THEHEHERE! NOT THE FEET NATSUHUHU!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Shouto honestly couldn't remember a time he'd felt this much joy. Tickle fights with his classmates were always fun, sure, but this? This level of closeness and affection being shared between him and his siblings right now? It was like having a hole filled that had been empty for far to long. He never wanted it to stop. 

"What? Not here? Why not? Is someone a little sensitive riiight here~?" 

"YEHEHEHES! I AHAHAM! PLEASE! PLEAHEASE STAHAHAHAP!!! I'M DONE FOR NOHOHOW!!""

Okay he didn't want it to stop, but maybe, um, maybe he did need to breathe though. His siblings seem to recognize this as well and quickly let up. He shot them both a grateful smile as he curled into a ball on his side, still giggling. This time, Natsuo was the one who couldn't resist the urge to record it.

"I.. I love you... Guys.." Shouto mumbled between giggles, and they both froze. Did- Did he really just?...

Shouto barely had time to process what was happening before he was literally being crushed in a bear hug between his two siblings, and despite his sudden inability to breathe again, he returned the embrace happily because maybe.. Maybe this is what he'd been missing all along.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

a request you say 😁😁!! are you able to write smt for anhane ? it’s so hard to find wlw ships in the tk community 😭 i have no lee/ler preference!! also if you do not want to write it thats perfectly okay hehe

You're ticklish?!

Ahh tysm for the req.! I know I mainly write for the boys 'cause personally they are my fave characters but I also really like all the girls. Prosekai is one of those few games where I genuinly like everyone from the main cast. Like they're all really enjoyable characters, so I'll gladly write for any w|w ship you send me :) (as long as it's not incest or illegal ofc). An and Kohane have been growing on me a lot recently after reading some of the VBS stories, I just love their dynamic. And I'm also planning a fic for An's bday soo yeah. Sorry for the 'lil rant. This is my first time writing for them on an actual fic so sorry if I don't interpret them as well. Still hope you enjoy! ^^

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An x Kohane (romantic)

Lee: Kohane

Ler: An

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was a pretty peaceful and lazy day over at the Shiraishi household. An and her girlfriend Kohane were currently cuddling on the bed, just enjoying each others presence. Feeling a bit touchy, An started to softly massage Kohane's shoulders, a bit too close to her neck though...which made her feel a bit tickly.

"Ehehe! An thahat tickles...!" Kohane scrunched up her shoulders slightly as she giggled freely at the tickly touch.

"Oh my god...you're ticklish?! How come you've never told me?!".

"B-because you never asked...?" Kohane replied with a sheepish smile. Not long after, her girlfriend pinned her down across the bed. "EEK! An w-what are you doing?!".

"Making up for lost time" An playfully stuck her tongue out at her "now... let's see where else you're ticklish~" she quickly put her wiggly fingers to work, softly scribbling up Kohane's sides.

"GAH-! Wahahait! That tihihickles!" poor Kohane instantly bursted out into the most bubbly giggles imaginable. Out of instinct, she glued her elbows to her sides and tried to roll away, but in reality was enjoying the playful torment.

"Aww really? Good!" An cheered out as she poked and prodded at her ribs, eliciting soft squeaks from the ticklish female.

"Eheheek! Y-you're soho mehehean!" Kohane softly kicked her legs out as she threw her head back in bubbly laughter.

An mocked gasped "how dare you call me mean! Just wait 'till I find that spot that'll get you really laughing~".

Feeling a bit rebelious, Kohane egged her on even more "Dohoho your wohorst!".

"Gladly~!" An's fingers tickled everywhere they could reach, along her armpits, neck, ears (which got Kohane all squeaky, definitely will keep that spot in mind). Kohane of course was a ball of uncontrollable giggles, being caught off guard whenever An changed spots. But she still didn't get the reaction she was looking for until...

"EEP! AN NAHAT THEHEHERE!" Kohane suddenly squeaked out as An teasingly made her way to her tummy.

"Oh? Did I find a bad spot~?".

"YEHEHES! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Kohane was so honest and pure it was quite adorable. But An couldn't afford to get distracted by her cuteness, right now her mission was to get her girlfriend laughing all silly.

"Aww, the 'lil hamster has a ticklish tummy~".

"DOHON'T CALL ME THAHAHAT!" Kohane squealed as her laughter got more desperate. Her cheeks were fully red and her eyes were starting to get a bit watery. An could feel herself falling in love all over again at the sight.

"But it's the truth!" she defended as she made her way under Kohane's shirt, gently scratching at the bare skin.

"WAH-! HAHAHAHAHA!" somehow Kohane's laughter got even more frantic and high pitched, looked like An hit the jackpot. Still, her girlfriend seemed to had lost any ability to talk, only her beautiful laughter would pour out of her lips. Not wanting to kill her, An halted her fingers to a stop, opting to softly draw random patterns and shapes across her tummy.

"How are you feeling?" she asked with a more gentle smile.

Kohane's face was completely bright red. Her loud panting filling up the room until she finally had the strength to reply. "Behetter... I-it was kihinda fuhun actually..." she said shyly.

"Then we should totally do that again sometime~" An playfully winked at her as she let out a flustered groan, covering up her flushed face.

"Haha! Don't worry, I'll stick to just cuddling...for now~".

Kohane gulped at her comment, still, she looked forward to it.

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Sorry if this is short!

It was a lot of fun to write so I hope you like it~!