#cue evil cackling

[booksandpaperss]

as a byler writer one of my favorite things is writing Mike deliberately lying to himself despite already knowing the truth. his head may not be a fun place for him but it sure is for me 😌

[reddamselette]

“So what would you do if I were to ask you how does one go about, uh, possibly wooing a best friend of yours? It’s for…” Piper trailed off to think of something, any sort of excuse but as her eyes dart around the pavilion, obviously ignoring the looks of an Aphrodite daughter sitting at the table of Zeus, she scratched her head to look back at Jason. “Science?”

Next to him, Percy snorted and quickly covered it up with a cough. He doubled over dramatically, drawing more attention to them than ever as Nico covered his face with his hand and a quiet murmur of “Smooth.”

Jason chewed thoughtfully as he carefully regarded her question. The only other best friend he had was Reyna and although he and Reyna haven’t spoken in quite a while, he was still able to recall some things about her like what she liked and what she wanted to do but couldn’t because of her Praetorship. “Your best bet, Pipes, is to just be yourself, you know. Leo didn’t try any grand schemes or what— Actually I’m lying to you, that’s a lie. He did.”

“Will didn’t have to woo me,” Nico chimed in as he switched trays with Percy to take his apple and the second slice of pizza.

“That’s because you two were making googly eyes for, like, ever. We were just waiting for one of you to man up,” Percy spoke through a mouthful of pizza. He hovered over his seat to take Jason’s napkin and sat back down, wiping his mouth from any sauce or grease in the corner of his lips. “I just so happened to charm Annabeth with my good looks.”

“No you didn’t. You were as oblivious as Jason,” Piper interrupted with an eyebrow raised which effectively made Percy narrow his eyes at her before waving his hand with a roll of his eyes.

“Anyway…just be yourself.” Jason patted her shoulder and she smiled at him.

But Piper wasn’t worried about that specific detail. She was worried about fucking it all up, ruining her chances. In that moment, she wondered if asking her mother for help would be worth it but something told her deep down, she was already walking the path Aphrodite set her on where Reyna was concerned.

part two

[qinluna]

doing this again now that caleb is out to the masses! <3

[mochiwrites]

WOHOOO RANCHERS!!!!

anyways of course Tango is a beasttamer he is one of the most beastkeeping of men<3 also does Jimmy have Canary features 👀 or are you going a differnt direction?

-🎵

YEAHHHHHHH if this was discord I'd spam my liddol bongo cat emote. but alas. you'll just have to imagine it </3

anyways! :D

beast tamer tango my absolute beloved. I think he has a pen of ravagers just for fun somewhere and frequently threatens to unleash them. it's a joke.

probably.

as for jimmy!!! yes :D just like scar and mumbo, he's got the three forms. human passing, humanoid with canary features (wings, ear wings), and then just straight up Birb.

unlike scar and mumbo, jimmy can exist with his wings if he wants to because most people will assume that he's just a bird hybrid of some sort. where as if scar and mumbo would be clocked Instantly, and scar would probably be brought right back to his family and mumbo... well he wouldn't have a good time.

however! jimmy isn't exactly... keen on appearing as anything but human.

wonder why :>

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Short answer: chaos.

@shinyshammie @liavid @drchai thoughts?

Just look at me bringing this crackship up a year later. Y’all are so welcome.

thinking "haha what if i jokingly shipped them" is your last chance to get out btw

[remusjohnslupin]

@realmermaid333: I'm a Dementor. Misery makes me stronger.

[unsurprisinglyren]

Hear me out:

This Dean - a hardened hunter, who has been raised by his father to kill any and all evil sons-of-bitches.

And this Sam - a university student who has been raised in the foster care system since infancy and longs for home. For connection and a deeper meaning in his life.

Cue a chance meeting when Dean is concluding a hunt just shy of Stanford University and has a chance encounter with a young man who catches his attention (*ahem* they fuck *ahem*)

Cue the absolute debauched shit show that follows when it comes to light just who they both are to one another *evil cackling*

[teezingsiyeon]

#LEGENDARYQUOTES

“starting from today you’re my wife”

self explanatory. thinks every woman in the room is her wife. hell, even yeosang is her wife.

“I’m a wolf so… RARGH👹”

WHY IS SHE GROWLING💀 she was trolled by all eight of her members after she said this in an english interview

“on the count of three, everybody say penis!” ≧◡≦

rest of ateez: 😃

“my left buttcheek is hanging out rn” 🧍🏻‍♀️

yunho, deadpanning to her: “put it back in”

“I’m going to rip your mouth off”

wooyoung. ofc it’s woo.

“let’s give just 201% of our effort tonight”

ICONIC. a quote she always uses if they’re tired before a big performance. used to express that ateez doesn’t just give one hundred or even two hundred percent. the minimum for them is excellency.

“call me oppa”

say it to her rn🔫

“THIS IS FUCKING ATEEZ”

the wind was strong, the music was loud, and it was coachella ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“just because you have a hole on your face, doesn’t make it a mouth”

truly a legendary quote she gave after getting frustrated from all the hate comments she was seeing

“‘nuna please show us aegyo-’ how old are you first of all-”

quirking her brow like 🤨

“just so you know atiny, my farts are the loudest in ateez” *smirks proudly*

*cue her members dying with embarassment and laughter*

“the lyrics are too seductive? I know, I wrote them”

well, there’s a reason she’s apart of the freak line in ateez

“set the dinner table you useless men”

listen, it’s hard being ateez’s nuna.

“guys, this is our chance to leave, our manager left the room”

hongjoong having to stop her from convincing their younger brothers like 😮‍💨

“do i have a hard time being in a group of eight men?…. where are the men?”

*her evil cackling following suit*

“im going to feed you to the fans”

“siyeon you can’t say that-”😦

“I hope people don’t just see me as a girl who dances with a group of guys, but as a human being first and foremost”

put some respect on my girls name!!!

copyright @ teezingsiyeon

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

@abyssiot

My fox <3

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[simp-ly-writes]

"I'll have you know..."

Ask: who was a feared overlord that decided to eventually take a backseat in the power struggle and everything? Because of how long ago she was on top of everything, others tend to forget how evil they are...

Pairing: Vox x overlord!Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and suggestive themes.

A/N: Sorry for the delay @matrixbearer2024! Hope you all enjoy~

Masterlist | Taglist | un-edited.

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

↳ Back before television was trying to kill the radio star, you were on the up and up becoming one of hells most feared overlords- picking your way up through the ranks and eventually demoting many names before you in hells history. Yet overtime the constant displays of killing, blood stained underneath your fingernails and lack of social life ate away at you- forcing you to drop it all much to the publics shock and awe

↳ Over the next few years, many other up-and-coming overlords did their best to come take over your position and you allowed them to think they did because in the meanwhile you were finding much richer entertainment than their potential screams while sitting in the audience to one of your closest fellow overlords, Vox.

--

Without the need for the laugh and clapping cue to play, you were rolling around in your seat to his dry humor and... interesting threats. The crowd was forced into a hypnotic state alongside all the viewers tuneing in for the night while you shook your head, fighting to keep the smile off your face as they cut to a commercial break, Vox waves you up on to the stage with a smile.

He helps you up the last few steps before guiding you into his chair as he leans against the desk to converse with you, "So, what brought the smile out earlier in the crowd?" The TV man asks you as you raise your brow, "just amused with your," you wave your hand around Vox's appearance, "displays of power. Remember how well that went with me the first time," you giggle out as Vox groans, hands moving to cover his screen with embarrassment.

"I was just trying to... impress you then," he tries to redeem himself while looking through his fingers as you crack your head back now, cackles coming out from the back of your throat as Vox thanks himself for hypnotizing the crowd earlier so they would not see the feared overlord like this. "Erm- impressed is one way of putting it love," you read out and pull his hands away from his face as you calm one another down by rubbing small circles to the back of his gloved hand.

"And on that note, we are coming back from commercial break in 20 seconds, back you go now" Vox pulls his hand away with a small smile, ushering you off stage as you mockingly protest with a grin to his laughter before sitting in-behind the camera crew.

"Welcome back, now on tonights news- the Radio Demon appears to be back! And who gives a shit, do any of you?" Vox points towards the silent crowd as they all lifelessly stare back at him with open mouths. "By the sounds of that, no one gives an absolute fuck- just as any sane mind should!" You roll you eyes at the statement, thinking to yourself, he really is not over that lost contract- is he?

--

↳ When you and Vox are out on the streets one night together grabbing a bite to eat with the rest of the Vee's. A group of up-and-coming overlords swarm your group- trying to force you all into the sewers below them.

You are doing your best to not lose control of your power- of the souls you had collected in that past life of yours but as you soon become overwhelmed, watching as Vox's screen fractures against a brick wall with nowhere to escape to- your mind gives up control in that moment.

Shoving the guys off you- you call forth a few souls linked in contract to you that join the battle as your size only grows with every last breath of the enemy. Stopping and laughing to the sounds of skulls cracking against your boots, twirling around your fingers to strangle another while devouring their very soul. On-lookers run away in horror at the sight, the once feared overlord was feared one more with such hellish displays of power.

Yet Vox, beated, bruised, and trying to pick of the peices of glass in order to repair himself later was out of breath at the sight of you in your true demonic form. His heart hammered in his chest, fuck you look so fucking hot like this, drummed in his head like a broken reccord as Valentino casted him a questioning glance while shooting down another swarm coming up from the sewers.

"Everything alright there Vee?" The studio director asks while reloading his weapon as Vox staggers to a stand, brushing off his coat tails before they both duck out of the way as your claws sweep across the street, a horror-filled amusement park ride the attacks were on while you flung them around and into the side of a building without a second thought.

Twisting back around, you send Vox and ensemble a wink before turning down the street to find the organizer of this attack. Velvette turns around from snapping one of their necks, waving her hands in disgust as she calls for Valentinos handkerchief.

Hands clean she points a finger to Vox, signaling up and down with her eyes, "You may want to sort that out, darling. Does not look good for our image- being all stood proudly and that- would steal from Valentinos side, no?"

Going bright red, Vox forces himself into the wire systems and back to the headquarters where you are already sitting, waiting for him in the living room, freshly showered and a set of coffee on the table. "Do hate the smell of blood, gets in the way on my appetite, what about you?" you casually ask while patting the seat next to you as Vox waddles his way over with wide-eyes.

"Umm... yeah," Vox manages to output, not meeting your eyes as you tilt your head at him in confusion, his breath hitching as more of your skin is exposed as you mutter an ah. Now understanding the issue, "If I had known my true form got you this riled up- sweetheart this would become a weekend special~" you tease, looking the way his screen flickers and his system overheats.

Valentino and Velvette soon burst into the room just as you reach over Vox's lap to grab a blanket for the man. Letting out one last wink, you smile widly at the remaining members as you recall your old stories.

↳ Taglist: @jtcat305 @amarokofficial

[jeonginsdiary]

- Backstage

- Lee! Seungmin | Ler! Jeongin

—————

Seungmin and Jeongin were teasing each other again. Nothing out of the ordinary. The older had obviously started it, making a snarky comment towards the maknae who obviously bit back with a sassy remark, or a punch to the brunet's shoulder.

Normally, Seungmin would react with a dramatic outburst, or a punch back to the maknae. But this time was different.

As the two were in the backstage room, waiting to perform their newest song, District 9, Seungmin made one of his playful insults yet again. In retaliation, the youngest stuffed his fingers into the crook of the other's neck. He wasn't really expecting much, maybe an over exaggerated yell of pain, but instead he was met with a gasp as the older pressed his shoulder to his ear. I.N was surprised when the boy went completely silent, not even throwing another playful jibe. In confusion, Jeongin merely pushed his fingers in further, shocked with what he heard in return.

A slew of high pitched giggles made its way out of Seungmin's mouth as he kept his shoulders scrunched up tightly. "Stohohop tickling mehehehehehe!” He grabbed onto the maknae's wrist and pulled, trying to get those devious fingers out of his neck.

Jeongin allowed the older to pull his hand away, staring at said boy with wide, incredulous eyes. “Wait, hyung’s ticklish!?” The maknae blurted out.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” Seungmin shrugged, gasping when he was suddenly pushed to the ground.

The youngest sat comfortably on the brunet’s waist. “But just how ticklish are you..?” He asked with an evil grin plastered to his face.

“W-wait!” The older stuttered. “G-get off of me you brat! I swear I’ll get you f-fohohohor thihihihis!” The moment he felt fingers tickling his sides, he crumbled into a heap of giggles.

I.N just ignored him, pressing his thumbs into the boy’s lower sides and rubbing in circular motions, causing Seungmin to choke on a squeal. “GAH! Nohohohohohoooo!” He shoved at the maknae’s arms but couldn’t seem to dislodge those tickling fingers from his torso.

“Where are you most ticklish?” Jeongin asked, trying to worm his fingers into Seungmin’s armpits, but finding it difficult due to the older’s clamped arms. “That’s not fair! Let me in!”

“Nohohoho get ohohohoff of me! I’ll tell Chahahannie hyuhuhuhuhung!!” The boy cried, trying to wiggle out of the maknae’s tight grip.

As if on cue, Chan just so happened to be walking by the two while on his way to get his stage makeup done. “Getting him good?” He asked like a proud dad, causing both Seungmin and Jeongin to perk their heads up. At this distraction, the youngest was able to shove his fingers up the vocalists armpits, satisfied with the shriek the other produced.

“AGH! CHAHAHANAHAHAN HYUHUHUHAHAHAHA TEHELL HIM TO STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Seungmin cackled out, bucking his hips up and twisting from side to side under his attacker.

The leader grinned at the scene. “Just don’t kill him.” He smiled at the two maknaes before making his way towards the stylists.

“NOHOHOHOHO DOHOHOHON’T LEHEHEHEHEAVE! YOU HAVE TO HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEAHAHA!!” Seungmin yelled, panic in his eyes. He shook his head violently, arms still glued to his sides as Jeongin continued to wiggle and dig into his sensitive pits. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!” He screamed, and the sheer volume of it finally convinced the younger to pull his hands out from under the boy’s arms.

“Oh god you’re so ticklish. Was that your worst spot?” The boy asked innocently, causing Seungmin’s face to heat up.

“N-no but it’s pretty bad…” The brunet was embarrassed to say the least, especially when I.N’s eyes lit up with excitement.

He scanned the older’s body. “Then where is it?” He grinned before experimenting a little. He poked the upper part of the boy’s ribs.

“Is it here?”

Seungmin flinched and gave a small giggle, but other than that there were no major reactions.

“Here?” This time Jeongin poked the lower part of the vocalist’s ribs, making him jolt rather aggressively. “Ooh good spot?” Said boy teased before taking two of his fingers and pushing them into the area where Seungmin’s ribs started on each side.

The boy jerked upwards, high pitched laughter spilling out of him immediately. “Wahahahahait! Gehehet ohohohoffAHAHAHAHAHAH!!” His hysterics increased when the maknae massaged his thumbs into the area.

“Ooh, so the thumbs always get you,” The younger teased, “How bad would it be if I did this in your armpits instead?” I.N lifted his fingers from the brunet’s ribs, looking for a way he could get into the older’s underarms.

Seungmin absolutely freaked. “Really bad! Please don’t! Nonononono! It’s gonna tickle too much Jeongin, please!!”

Now, I.N knew it would be impossible to make the poor boy willingly lift his arms. He had already tried a variety of tactics, like poking into the brunet’s sides, or tasering his lower ribs again, or giving a quick squeeze to his kneecap, which was by far the most effective. The only problem was that Jeongin couldn’t whirl around fast enough before Seungmin’s hands were protecting his armpits again. “Ugh, you’re impossible.” The maknae groaned, pulling a smug smile from the boy under him.

Oh how he was determined to wipe that smirk off the older’s face.

Without thinking, the youngest stuffed his fingers back into Seungmin’s neck, making said boy scrunch up as he tried to protect both sides of the area. “Stahahahahahap itttt! Yohou’re ticklish hehehere too you knohohohohow! How wohould you feheheel if I dihid this to yohohohohohohou!”

Jeongin just grunted in anger. He knew he was incredibly ticklish on his neck, he didn’t need reminding! Frustratedly, he buried his wiggling fingers deeper into the area just above Seungmin’s collar bones. That spot seemed to get the brunet the best.

On the other hand, the tickling was getting harder and harder to handle for the older. No matter how much he scrunched up or squeezed his eyes shut, it just wasn’t enough. The maknae was already too deep into his neck and his efforts to protect himself only seemed to make it tickle worse. “GEHEHEHET OUT OF THEHEHEHERE! I’m beheing seheheheherious!!” The vocalist yelled. But his helplessness only seemed to motivate the attacker to continue.

“Stop me then.” The younger deadpanned, trying to get further into the boy’s neck despite the brunet’s efforts to block him.

Seungmin could feel the maknae trying to wiggle his fingers deeper in and oh boy did it tickle. In a moment of weakness, the victim forgot all about covering his sensitive underarms. “Okahayokayokahahahahayyy!!” He reached up to grab at the boy’s wrists, his laughter squeaky and nearly silent.

“Gotcha!” Jeongin cheered, rapidly shoving his thumbs into Seungmin’s hollows and kneading the area roughly.

Seungmin went ballistic. “GAH!! NOHOHOHOHOHO STOP!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA I SAID STOHOHOHOHOPAHAHAHA!!”

“Aww looks like someone can’t handle having their armpits tickled~” I.N cooed, laughing at Seungmin’s violent thrashing and squirming.

The older could only throw his head back in response, laughter being the only sound coming from his mouth. He tried desperately to lift the younger’s hands, or shove his own fingers under Jeongin’s tickling ones, but nothing seemed to work. “I HAHAHAHAHAHATEHAHAHAHAHA—” His voice cut out and his hysterics went silent and he resorted to shaking his head and bucking up as much as he could.

“You hate what?” Jeongin teased, deciding to stop his tickling in hopes of keeping the older alive before their stage. “You hate… me?” He emphasized the me with a poke to the other’s tummy, just below his belly button.

“GYAH!!” Seungmin jerked to the side and grabbed onto the maknae’s wrists. “Nonononono! Okayokay you got me! I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never make fun of you ever again!” The boy tried bargaining with the younger, but unfortunately for him, Jeongin had his mind made up.

“Oh you just gave yourself away~” The youngest smirked, lifting the brunet’s shirt up just enough to expose his whole stomach, then taking all ten of his fingers he carefully poked them into his lower tummy to test the waters.

And Seungmin absolutely screamed. “AGHHH!! WAHAAAAAIT!!”

"Does this even count as tickling? I’m barely touching you!” I.N exclaimed before vibrating his fingers into the boy’s v-line.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The vocalist’s face went red at the ridiculous sounds escaping his lips. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE I’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Seungmin tried to beg but could barely get any words out, instead clawing at the maknae’s arms in desperation.

Jeongin laughed along with the boy, finding this situation way more entertaining than he should have. For fun, he stuck his pointer finger into Seungmin’s belly button, expecting the area to be less sensitive to give the boy a breather.

Instead he was met with the loudest, most high pitched screech he had ever heard from the older. Even the maknae flinched at the sound, but nonetheless continued to wiggle a finger into the boy’s navel. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you scream like that before!” He teased.

Seungmin had to admit, he was rather grateful when his laughter turned silent. I mean, it was better than I.N hearing the humiliating noises that would have been produced otherwise. But still, it tickled like crazy!

Jeongin was still laughing at the boy who was arching his back as high as he could, before slamming it back down when the youngest would push further in. As if he didn’t know I.N would wiggle deeper in again, Seungmin would proceed to arch his back once more and this process would repeat over and over again. Said boy’s legs kicked wildly as he intentionally kneed Jeongin in the back repeatedly.

“Ouch hyung, that hurts!” The maknae would whine, and poke Seungmin’s outstretched tummy in punishment. Again causing the brunet to come crashing down from his arched position. All the strength in his body was long gone and the boy had resorted to wrapping his hands around I.N’s wrist, too weak to pull that singular finger out.

“Stray Kids, you’re up in five!” One of the staffs called from another room.

The poor boy’s laughter came back for a split second and it was wild and squealy. “WEHE HAHAHAHAHAVE TO—AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! GOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! JEHEONGIHIHAHAHAHA—!!”

Jeongin finally took pity on his hyung, climbing off of his hips and fixing the older’s ridden up shirt.

“Whahat is wrohong with you! That’s noho way to treat your ehelders. I almost died you know!” The boy panted between leftover giggles.

I.N just laughed and helped the boy up as they made their way towards the stage. When they looked around, there were staff members trying to hide their giggles, or giving Seungmin empathetic smiles.

“What’s going on? Why are they doing that?” The brunet whispered to the younger. Jeongin shrugged, and the two were waved over by the rest of their members who were about ready to head to the stage.

Changbin made eye contact with the two, smiling mischievously. “We heard it all you know.” He grinned, the rest of the boys all mocking Seungmin’s hysterical laugh, and some even mimicking his “Jeongin I’m serious!”, “I said stop!” or some sort of variation. The second youngest’s cheeks turned a bright red as he smacked the maknae across the back hard.

In response, Jeongin poked both of his pointer fingers into the boy’s lower tummy, pulling a squawk from the vocalist and another onslaught of laughter and teasing from the rest of the members.

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i said i was gonna write about how the member’s found out about eachother being ticklish didn’t i😉 i accidentally posted this when it was a rough draft and i swear the private post button disappeared so i had to screenshot the request i’m sryyy😞😞

also i changed the ler from skz to jeongin so i hope that’s ok with the anon but i doubt they’ll even read this cus the request is from like last year…😭

tbh i haven’t written since i posted that last hyunjin fic and i just randomly started writing this last night omg😭😭 but i hope u guys like this idk i think it’s cuteeee

[sunlightandsuffering]

Still enjoying my halloweenery !

Mikasa accidentally puts Eren under a love potion

“You’re sure?” Sasha hisses at her over Facetime and Mikasa almost growls, “Of course, I’m fucking sure, do you think I’d be telling you this if I wasn’t completely fucking sure Sasha?” 

Her best friend throws her hands up in defeat and Mikasa groans, “Sorry, I’m just stressed.” “You accidentally fed Eren a love potion, I can understand if you’re a little upset. But please remind me again exactly how you gave it to him?” Mikasa sighs, “I made cookies, and you know how he loves cookies and I left one out because I laced it with a love potion you know, I wanted to practice low dosing myself for class and well,” Mikasa shrugs in embarrassment, “You know what they say about masturbating on love potions, it’s kinda crazy, and I thought I’d try.” Sasha fucking cackles, a truly evil little witch cackle and Mikasa glares in return, before pointedly returning to the discussion at hand, “Anyway, so he came over, out of the blue because he has a key and I came out of the shower, and he’d fucking eaten it, and now I don’t know what to do because I was the first person he saw.” 

“So in that case the spell is definitely going to be about you, fuck,” Sasha curses on the other end of the line and Mikasa bites her lip nervously.

“So where is he now?” Sasha asks, her face coming closer to the webcam as the spirited brunette attempts to see through the FaceTime camera and into Mikasa’s cozy university apartment. “Well, I knocked him out with a frying pan and locked him in my room.” “You what?!” Sasha yelps, “What the fuck is this the plot of tangled?” “No!” Mikasa protests, “It was the first thing I grabbed and his eyes were just so,” Mikasa gestures wildly, “Green! And he was looking at me like he wanted to eat me up, and so I just knocked him out.” 

Mikasa bemoans her situation, glancing nervously back at her bedroom door, where she’s locked her other best friend/ex-boyfriend inside after knocking him out, he’ll wake up soon, any minute she’s sure of it and she still has no fucking plan. Sasha winces on the other end of the line, and the look on her friend’s face gives Mikasa no hope for her night, “Well, maybe he won’t wake up?” “I’m not that lucky.” As if on cue, she hears a groan from her bedroom and Sasha’s eyes widen, “Oh no–” Mikasa hangs up before she can hear any more, slamming her laptop shut and spinning her bar stool around to face her bedroom door. It feels like a horror movie, like some sort of wretched monster man is going to come out instead of a very hot warlock under a love spell. 

“Mikasa,” Eren’s voice groans, a deep baritone that sends shivers right down her spine, has her shutting her eyes to let it play over her skin, envision him saying it in an entirely different, very naughty context. “What the fuck did you do to me, and why the fuck,” His voice is a growl now, and the handle of her bedroom door shakes, “Is the door locked?” It takes seconds, two quick breaths, and he’s muttering a spell under his breath that unlocks the door with ease. The wards she’d placed had done absolutely nothing. 

There is a reason she’d wanted to take a love spell cookie tonight, and it’s a very specific, Eren-shaped reason. She’d wanted to get high out of her mind on a love potion, fuck herself silly on a vibrator and think of him. 

Eren Yeager, her very powerful, very hot warlock best friend, and oh right the cherry on top, her ex-lover. 

And he’s standing in the doorway of her bedroom like an avenging fucking angel, biceps bulging out of his black t-shirt, and jeans fitted a little too well to his legs, and looking all too much like he wants to fuck her. His hair is a mess, the knot of his bun loose, allowing his bangs to fall forward to frame his face, and he’s rubbing the very bright red mark on his head.

“Am I remembering correctly, you knocked me out with a frying pan?”

Shit, how could she forget. 

Mikasa chooses to grab the forgotten frying pan from the counter, holding it up threateningly to ward him off.

“I’ll do it again,” She promises him and Eren just stares, taking her in and fuck that cookie must be hitting him good because the beautiful green of his eyes has darkened, lustful. See, here’s the thing about love potions, especially when applied to people who already love one another: they get absolutely fucked. 

Cocaine, ecstasy, pixie dust, mermaid scales, nothing, not a single drug in the world could compare to the euphoria brought on by a love potion applied to someone already in love. 

That’s what Mikasa had been counting on when she had planned to take the cookie, she’d planned to curl up in her bed, get fucked out of her mind and go through her locked photo album to revisit every naught memory of Eren she’d ever had. 

Because it was a year to the day he’d broken up with her, and she’d been feeling a little heartbroken, who was he to begrudge her a little heartbreak. After all, they hadn’t exactly parted under positive circumstances, it was entirely due to the strength of the coven and Eren’s tentative political position within it. So they’d broken up and Mikasa had remained hopelessly in love. Looking at Eren now, and the absolute feral look in his eyes, the way his hands are twitching with the need to touch her, she thinks that just maybe Eren had remained the same way too. 

This isn’t really how she’d wanted to find out her ex was still obsessed with her. 

She slips off the barstool, frying pan in hand and Eren groans as he watches her, “What did you give me?” “You ate my cookie!” Mikasa snaps, her irritation pushing past her fear of the consequences, “Who the fuck just comes into someone’s house and eats their fucking cookie?” “What was in it?” Eren asks blithely, teeth gritted, “Because Mikasa, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, I have never wanted to fuck you more in my entire life, and that’s saying a lot because we went through puberty together, and I fucking remember when you grew boobs.” “It was a love potion.” “Figured,” Eren grits out, large hands balling into fists, “Why exactly were you planning to take a love potion tonight?” Mikasa pouts, looking away and Eren grunts, taking a step towards her, like he can’t help it and yeah, he probably can’t. 

She takes another step back behind her counter, keeping a barrier between them. 

Mikasa might love him, but she doesn't trust feral love potion Eren. 

She also has no interest in telling him the very embarrassing reason she’d created such a love potion, so she lies through her teeth, 

“I have a guy coming over, so if you’d be so kind as to,” she gestures animatedly towards the door with her frying pan. 

Eren actually fucking laughs, a dark chuckle that promises seductive things, “Still too in love with me Mika, have to trick yourself to fuck anyone new? Pretend it's me who’s fucking you raw.”

Mikasa resists the urge to hurl the frying pan at him, even more so at the way her heart races at his words.

“No,” Mikasa insists, “It has nothing to do with you!”

“Liar,” Eren doesn’t even pause, doesn’t believe her for a second, and it pisses her off.

“Excuse you Eren, but I have a vampire on the way, and we’re going to have hot crazy sex on my kitchen counter,” She pauses for effect, enjoying the look of possessive rage overtaking his face, “So get the fuck out.”

“Try again, Mikasa,” Eren tells her arrogantly, completely secure in the knowledge that she didn't make her love potion for anyone else, “Who’s it for baby?” 

This time, Mikasa really does hurl the frying pan at him. 

He catches it mid-air after casting a freezing spell, and Mikasa ducks down to grab another one, but he’s already on her. Two strong, purposeful strides have him next to her in seconds, her wrists clasped in one of his hands high above her head and her back pressed against the cabinetry.

“Gotcha,” He taunts, that smug smile painting his face, all teeth and dripping with self-satisfaction. 

“Tell me who it’s for, Miki?”

She turns her head away, and love-crazed Eren is having none of it, his hand gripping her chin and forcing her to look up, “Don’t play with me right now baby, whatever you gave me is fucking strong Mika.”

He presses his erection against her as if to prove her point and shit, yeah her potion is strong, the thick length of him completely unyielding against her thighs and god Mikasa wishes she got to her cookie before him. 

What she wouldn’t give to be blissed out on a love potion right now, safe and taken care of by her ex-boyfriend there’s no way he could have resisted her. 

“Mikasa,” He rumbles, leaning down to nip at her neck, “What did you make it for?” Mikasa fumes, glaring up at him, “Because I haven’t had sex in close to a year and I want to get high out of my mind and pretend we’re still together.”

This seems to shock him, “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’ asshole, why do you even still have my spare key?”

“Because it's mine,” he tells her firmly before skipping back to the last juicy little tidbit she mentioned, “But wait the last time you had sex was…” Eren trails off and Mikasa nods in embarrassment, the last time was six months ago when they’d both had a little too much to drink at the coven ritual party. 

“Fuck, that's hot,” he whispers and Mikasa blushes, looking away from him awkwardly as he presses closer, “Eren we’re broken up, you should just go.” It’s easier said than done when his every brain cell is probably begging him to fuck her. 

“You have any more love potion?” “What?” Mikasa wheezes, looking up at him in shock, her eyes comically large, there’s no way he’s saying what she thinks he’s saying. “Do you have any more?” Eren demands and Mikasa swallows nervously before answering, “Yeah.” “Take it.” “Why?” 

A dumb question, in hindsight, he probably wants to bend her over the counter right now. “Because we’re both going to get super fucking high, and I’m going to fuck your brains out, and it’s gonna feel so good, Mikasa.” 

Logically, she knows it’s a bad idea, logically she knows this is exactly the kind of situation she’d been afraid of. But also… she’s just a girl, and she really wishes she had been the one to take the love potion, her legs could be wrapped around his hips right now, impaled on his cock. She sighs in delight at just the thought and that wicked smirk on his face, oh god he knows exactly what’s going through her head. He bumps his nose against her cheek, nuzzling in to trail kisses down her throat, “C’mon Mika, just for tonight?” 

She doesn’t need to be told twice. 

The next morning when Sasha calls, nervously asking if she’s okay, Mikasa replies honestly, “I don’t think I can walk, ever again.”

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

Carlos “I-ate-your-pudding-AND-I-WOULD-DO-IT-AGAIN” Reyes

[minnielvrr]

Prettiest Flower

Lee: Changbin Lers: Hyunjin, Felix Word Count: 1k

A/N: Sorry if this is crap, I wrote this purely to blow off some stress😭😖 *NOT PROOFREAD*

“Hyung you’ve gotten SO strong now,” Felix gushed, massaging Binnie’s thick arms. It was becoming a habit for the younger now, a natural part of his daily routine. “Jinnie, doesn’t hyung look gorgeous?” He turned to the artist who was lounging on the opposite bed.

“Hyung always looks beautiful…” Hyunjin agreed, a lazy smirk appearing on his plush lips, making Binnie blush shyly under their attention.

“But Lix, do you know when our dear dwaekki looks best?”

Hyunjin was now standing in front of the two. He suddenly reached out a hand and clawed at Bin’s tummy. “Yahaha! Nohoho, nohot thihihis.” The cute dwaekki flinched back, his tummy too sensitive to handle the sudden tickling.

“Oh you are so right Jinnie!” Cue another pair of hands joining in at his sides making Changbin squeal, melting back onto the mattress in a puddle of bubbly, musical giggles.

“Hyungie, you’ll keep your hands here for us, right?” Hyunjin coaxed sweetly, moving Bin’s arms to lay over his head and the older blushed furiously. The two had gone from flirting to complimenting to tickling him in the snap of a finger and it was way too flustering.

He averted his eyes but still nodded, moving his hands to cover his face when the duo cooed at his cuteness. Binnie’s heart raced in his chest when they made themselves comfortable on either side of him.

“You're like a flower hyung,” Felix remarked, staring at him. “Hm how so?”

“You practically bloom when you get a compliment and it's the cutest thing ever.“ “Nohoho Ihihi doHOhon’t!!” Binnie howled, flailing around when hands made their way to the sides of his chest and clawed at the sensitive skin. His hands almost snapped back down at that, only barely managing to tangle them in his hair. He wanted to do as Hyunjin had asked him.

“Are you lying to us now hyungie?” Felix fake cried. “Fine then, I guess we’ll just have to prove it to him, right Lix?” Felix smiled wide at that, nodding happily as he scattered pokes all over Binnie’s torso, scribbling at random spots that had the rapper jolting with a little squeak each time.

“Gosh, you're so ticklish hyung!” Lix exclaimed, curiously digging into Binnie’s waist, finding that the lower he went, the louder Binnie’s giggles got. Smirking to himself, he did just that, moving his hands to squeeze at his hips.

“NO! Nohohoho Fehehelihix, Felix please plehease, anywhehehere but thehere!!” But the chick had his mind set on the spot. Binnie’s feet skidded on the mattress as his whole body lurched to the side. The ticklish rapper’s hands that he had so obediently kept up until now, whipped down to protect himself as the two evil kids tickled him to pieces.

He just could never handle upper rib tickles, let alone that combined with hip tickles. They were too damn ticklish. But Hyunjin and Felix kept up their attack, following Binnie wherever he went, relentless in their pursuit.

“Awww, you're so ticklish here. I found a good spot, didn't I?” “Yehehes! Yehes ahahahahah…” Changbin nodded his head fervently, rosy cheeks and a wide smile adorning his face.

Felix giggled at the sight, grabbing onto the older’s waist, throwing his tank top up and blowing a loud raspberry right in the center of Binnie’s tummy. “Nononohohoho Yohohohongbok-ahahahahaha. Please! Nohohot that, not thaHAHAAHAAHA-”

His body arched up, only to come crashing down when Lix blew another raspberry, this time over his belly button as the chick’s fingers started kneading at his sides. The two laughed along with him, his cackles sounding so joyful as the cute dwaekki laughed and laughed and laughed.

“STAHAHAP, IHIHIT TIHICKLES SOHOHO MUHAHAHAHAHACH!” He shrieked out, hands pushing lightly at Lixie’s head and Jinnie’s hands to no avail. “Admit you’re the prettiest flower Binnie hyung. Maybe we’ll consider sparing you.” Hyunjin taunted, moving his hands up to Bin’s armpits to give him some chance at coherence.

“Buhut Ihihihim NOHOT!” That earned him rougher tickles from the two fairies, who were determined to makes sure Binnie knew how adorable he was. Jinnie’s hands went back to his upper ribs and drilled in. Lixie followed, slipping his pinky in Bin’s navel and wiggling around while he pressed his lips to the poor lee’s waist and nibbled. Changbin screamed. The sudden intensity made his made him feel like he was going crazy.

“There’s only one way to stop this hyungie~~ You know what you need to do.” The rapper shook his head wildly, hysterical cackles seemed to be the only sound the dwaekki could make as he twisted around, trying to roll away unsuccessfully.

Finally, mustering up every bit of willpower he had, he gave in. “FAHAHAINE! OHOHOKAHAY IHIM THE PREHEHETTIEST FLOWER! NOW STOHOP PLEASE!!” His breathless plea was accepted.

Felix gently cleaned Binnie’s pink tummy, while Hyunjin carded a hand through the rapper’s hair, brushing away the disheveled mess that it had become. Binnie was heaving, little gasps and giggles still flowing from his lips like music.

Once he’s caught his breath, he sneakily exchanged smirks with Felix and the two pounced on an unsuspecting Hyunjin. The artist squealed when he was wrestled onto the bed, shaking his head nervously, giggles already free flowing from smiling lips.

"You didn't think there wouldn't be any consequences did you? You're next Lix." Binnie added when the chick smiled smugly at the ferret.

He was quickly reduced to cackles, pleading and thrashing as hands roamed all over his torso, tickling his back, sides, ribs and underarms. As soon as they were done with the ferret, Lix got the same treatment, his loud screechy laughter bringing a concerned Chan running.

The trio cuddled all day like that, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other.

[candyswirls]

Sneak Peak of a WIP

The premise is that a number of the loyalists of Traitor legions from the heresy (mostly those on Istvaan Three) were cloned and spliced with the DNA of their former first captains. They're discovered and meet them. Cue angst. And shenanigans.

We've got the Mournival, including Sejanus, cloned and spliced with Abbadon's DNA then Saul Tarvitz spliced with Eidolon's.

Have a few of the excerpts.

Abbadon stared at his younger self. Zekyle, he was called, glared daggers back at him.

"Have you heard of my many crusades," He questioned the youth? "Do you find pleasure in thinking me vile and disgusting? Swearing to yourself that you'd never fall such as I? That you wouldn't be foolish or rash?"

"You killed your brothers," Zekyle stated. "I can not fathom such a horrible and evil act. I'm deciding if you ever even loved them."

The Clone left before he could be questioned.

Abbadon scoffed. The boy was foolish.

***

He caught sight of the boy, sitting in the shadows. He watched the warmaster. An innate curiosity.

He had his golden eyes but the shape of them, that face... that straw blond hair. He easily recognized him even when he was younger, and it had been over ten thousand years. Garviel Loken.

Of course, they'd clone him. Splicing his own DNA into them no less.

There was no disdain, anger, or malice in those eyes. They were soft, almost wanting and hopeful.

He sat up eagerly when he realized that Abbadon was maintaining eye contact with him.

Why was he so hesitant to meet the boy?

***

"I am the Great and Noble Eidolon!" He declared.

Without missing a beat, the young Saul said, "But all people will remember about you is your ugly neck."

Lucius doubled over cackling.

Eidolon's eye twitched.

"You little insolent welp," He gritted. "No one speaks to me that way!"

"The one who decapitated you seemed to think so," the boy added,wrinkling his nose at him.

Lucius was now on the ground, wheezing.

Eidolon glared at Saul. He may be a clone of the long dead loyalist but he had obviously inherited some personality traits from the former first captain.

He wanted to strike down the lad. But something about his demeanor prevented him from doing so.

[hirsheyskisses]

hi could you write a scenario for kid with a crush that is like luffy who likes to prank him, tease and annoy him bc they find it funny, and know they can get away with it hhehekshrkhsk

Can't Take It.

EUSTASS KID x READER (short)

Summary: you love to pop out of nowhere. It doesn't matter what Kidd does, you'll arrive when he least expects it, and he hates (loves) it.

☆ kidd honestly can't help it. When you pop out of nowhere to greet him fresh after he's woken, he can't help but want to throw you on his bed and squish you.

☆ you have managed to scare the living daylights out of him in the middle of the night, when you teleport in front of him like a fucking ghost

☆ honestly the crew kinda hates it (but they get you back in their own way)

☆ but kid? No, he just grumbles and throws you over his shoulder, trying not to concentrate on how close you are and instead tries to assert dominance

☆ you couldn't care less though.. because you know he doesn't mind one bit.

Eustass Captain Kid does not do crushes. Especially not over someone like you. Or well, that's what he rants about to Killer, who'd had the audacity to accuse him of being in love with you. How dare he?! Sure, his heart flutters whenever he sees you, and he's always looking for you in the heat of battle, and he constantly needs to make sure that you're not up to something. But damn it, you keep popping out of nowhere. It doesn't help you have the teleport fruit, that allows you to pop up wherever you damn please.

Kidd has to be on constant guard in case you just pop up in front of him, his observation haki only able to pick up on your presence on the last possible second. God's he hates it even more when you pop up in the workshop, with that cute sparkle in your eyes as you snatch his tools to make him take a break, or randomly teleport him to odd spots around the ship, or how you'll so cutesy ask what he's making..

Okay, maybe Killer is right.. maybe it's a slight crush.

But that wasn't the point! You enraged him! Yet.. yet you were the only one he couldn't bring himself to punish for disturbing him. No, part of him actually looked forward to-

"GOTCHA!"

"FUCKING- (NAME)!"

He was yanked out of his thoughts as your arms wrapped around his neck, evil laughter ringing in his ears as he spun, reaching for you, but you were already halfway across the room, cackling at him. "Gotcha! Should've seen your face!" You wheezed, watching Kid's face contort as he stormed over to you, placing a hand on your head and forcing you to look at him.

God, your face was beautiful- you grinned at him so innocently even as he, Eustass Captain Kid, held your skull, even if his touch was gentle. "I told ya to stop that shit!" He grumbled, to which you laughed, "then stop making it so easyyy!"

"Damn woman." He cursed with a grin, pushing you against the wall. You met his annoyance with fire, staring up at him with blazing eyes. "Not my fault you lack awareness of your surroundings!" You stuck your tongue out at him, and fuck, he wanted to kiss you so bad- but Kid restrained himself, instead retorting, "Shouldn't need to worry about little shits on my ship everywhere." "You knew what you signed up for taking me in, Cap'n~" your voice teasing, "I am known for slitting people's throats without anyone knowing who I am."

He scoffed, dropping from your head as he turned around, "save that damn energy for the marines, woman!"

As if on cue, you flickered into view in front of his eyes. But before you could even squeak out a word he had his prosthetic arm around your lower torso, hoisting you up with ease as he continued walking. "Heyy! No fair! I can't teleport if you're holding meeee," you whined, to which Kidd smirked. "Can always teleport with me." "Thats no fun!"

"Works for me." Kid grunted softly, partially dying inside due to how you held onto him, arms wrapped around his neck yet again, and he could feel your hot breath fanning against his neck. "Hmph!"

He thought he was imagining things when you moved a bit closer, and Kidd picked up his pace to the workshop.

"Besides.. still need your damn imput in the workshop. So.. just stop conplaining!"

The moment the words left his mouth, he felt his stomach drop, quite literally, as mid step he appeared in the workshop. "Oh! Why didn't ya just say so-" "for fucks sake woman you know I hate that without warning!" He glared at you, teeth grinding as he dropped you on his desk.

"I was just being helpfulll," you teasingly poked at his shoulder, to which Kidd sighed.

He.. just couldn't bring himself to be mad at you.. and you knew it.