#for once it isn't my cat wrecking my back

[lostboys-fangposting]

i want felix to break my back both metaphorically (sexually) and literally (my back hurts pls end me)

[jamesdeniscouldnever]

Headcanons for Zev and Rolan to tide you all over until I can nail down a plot for the poll winner fic.

How they take care of Tav

🎇Rolan🎇

The grumpy wet cat of a man is a little less grumpy and wet when Tav is tired or hurting.

If they're returning home after a long road full of fights and sleepless nights, Rolan takes a gentle approach.

After making sure they have something to eat and drink in front of them, he's drawing them a hot bath.

If they return with more severe injuries, then God's help Tav.

Scolding and fussing, cursing, and name calling.

He does it out of love, we know this.

Still feeds them and draws them a bath.

Helps remove their armor, all the while tutting and making aggravated comments about "always playing hero" or "can't go a day without a fight" even though tav knows he doesn't mean it.

Once they're in the bath, he sits beside the tub

He'd like to join him, but the tub isn't that big, and when there are two people, his tail gets painfully twisted

He talks them into comfort, what Cal and Lia have been up to, how things are at the tower, and stories about the threw siblings growing up.

Uses his long, glorious nails to really help scrub Tav's hair.

Purposely dumps the water over their head to help rinse without letting them cover their eyes.

Immediately feels bad when they yelp in pain.

Coos and helps rinse it out, pretending be just wasn't thinking.

After the bath wraps them in soft sleeping clothes and puts them to bed (mother hen, who?)

When Tav asks if he's joining them he replies "now now, I've got things to do. You sleep, I'll be back later."

And he does, once Tav is sleeping.

He watches then for a moment before sighing at their bruised Visage and whispering things about "my poor angel'

Curls up behind them, holding them tight.

Tails wrapped around their leg and arms squeezing them.

Falls asleep beside them, holding them like he can protect them from the life they've chosen.

⚜️Zevlor⚜️

Has almost certainly been either on the road with his beloved Tav or staying in their camp

He knows he said he'd like to retire in the city, but once he realized he loved someone who was such a menace to their own health, those plans went right out the window.

Fighting by their side is part of his way of showing care. Watching their back, shielding them from harms way, even if they scold him for it later.

His approach to love and care is so much more obvious than Rolan's.

Constant loving stares and words of affirmation, reverence to the person who dared show him kindness and love that he though he didn't deserve.

And when the day is done and a browbeaten Tav returns to him, he's got a hand on their back or an arm around their waist in an instant, leading them to the fire to eat and relax.

Watches carefully as he makes sure they eat least one full serving of their meal. Tail wagging in pleasure when they do.

Humming old Eltural lullabies while helping them clean up by whatever stream or river is near.

Brushing their hair is his favorite.

Once in their tent, he's pulling blankets over Tav and urging them to sleep. Strokes their hair until they are.

Stays up after they're resting, watching them, watching the camp for danger, enjoying the stars.

When exhaustion finally wins, he's back in the tent, curling up in a protective little ball by their side closer to the tents entrance so if anyone tries to get in they'll trip over him and wake Tav.

If Tav is ever severely injured, Avernus take this man, he is a wreck.

That face he makes when the guy gets shot by goblins in the Grove? That immediately followed by tears and sobs.

Even if it's not life-threatening, he's on this knees at their side and begging them not to go.

The most careful and methodical medical treatment Tav has ever received followed by the most protective and clingy Zev there's ever been.

He insists on doing everything for them now. He won't let them in harms way again.

Just a sad, overprotective, DILF of a paladin who loves his Tav.

[n3ptoonz]

Idk man, I think I’m gonna need to see you write how Raiden, Kenshi, Syzoth, Tomas, and Liu Kang behave when giving and receiving body worship 😏

oh...oh 😏

first half is bullet points and the second is blurbs bc my brain likes to stop working for some reason

suggestive, fluff elements under the cut, THIS WAS SO HARD TO FORMAT HOLY i'm sorry for taking so long!1!1?3? i hope this isn't ass🗿

When giving body worship:

Raiden

is nervous at first. so many things he wants to say, so many things he wants to do. you'd have to guide him at first but he quickly takes over as he gets the hang of it

he'd have you facing him because he wants to start from head to toe, taking extra time inspecting your face and kissing all over it

i can see him going as far as kneeling to get into what he likes about your lower body starting at your torso. if you have some type of tummy going on he's gonna sit there and knead at you like a cat (totally not self indulgent 😹)

Kenshi

makes it his mission. i'm referring back to my kenshi fic with this cause there's body worship in it

it don't matter what you look like or how secure/insecure you are in regards to your body, he's having you stand in front of a mirror and will shamelessly glide his soft tatted hands over the exact parts he adores

he praises you the entire time. physicality, personality, the things you do for him, how you've personally helped him and didn't realize, every. single. thing.

Syzoth

gets lost in the moment. i feel like he's a very emotional guy and lover to the point where he would prob almost cry (yall saw how fast he fell to his knees in the story) talking about the things he adores about you

don't even get him started on your body. he doesn't really understand the concept of body image, but he got the idea to worship yours because he found it so unique. like he's genuinely intrigued

expect him to leave bite barks on the places he likes the most, it's how his folks show love. his eyes would be sparkling and everything

Tomas

whispers sweet nothings. he LOVES giving body worship. he was always the kind of person who admired others quickly, and that especially included you

he's whispering/murmuring all types of cute things in your ear as you rock back in forth in his strong arms (lord god help me) whether you're facing him or not. "...to your lips, oh how i love your lips..." is definitely the cadence he's going for

it's actually pretty funny to think about him innocently talking about your body and innocently touching/grabbing at certain parts and then gets to like your ass and he's like "and this ass of yours...i could never grow tired of it." like 😭 what happened to pretty eyes mister?! (kidding you can say that again 😝)

Liu Kang

knows exactly what to do. If you're lying down, there's no part of your body that goes without a kiss. i mean literally no part of your body

he loves every single part of it, and he makes sure you understand that without a doubt. he'll make comments about almost everything

it surprises you sometimes how he's able to come up with such sentiments for something as simple as a knee or elbow, but it surely gets the job done

When receiving body worship:

Raiden is super shy. Whether you copy what he did or if it was for the first time and you gave him praise the whole time, he's a nervous wreck. It happened while you were straddling him and telling him how impressed you were with the work he put into his body, running your hands down his bare chest and peppering kisses all over him. The deep blush on his cheeks weren't nearly enough to tell you how much he appreciated you and your kind words.

Kenshi went from shy to letting his ego get fed a little bit. He values physical touch and quality time so much, and this was the perfect combination. He obviously wasn't expecting this, so at first he playfully brushed it off. Then once you started to really show and tell what you liked about him, you could see his eyebrow raise and the smirk on his face grow. He'd hold your face or hips while you did it, just to keep himself grounded and in the moment.

Syzoth didn't know what to do. He just...stood there. You could see the visible shock on his face, but clearly this was only because things like this didn't happen in the Zaterran world. Especially when you'd worship literally both forms, this is a newfound concept to him. Normally people are afraid of his natural form. But no, you showing love to all of him brought happy tears to his eyes.

Tomas was also very shy. He's confident in his abilities and clearly took the time to perfectly sculpt his own body for combat, but he never really thought about his own looks. So your intense focus and worship towards his physical appearance had him in awe. To the point of littering hickeys on the parts of his body nobody would be able to see but him made him all giddy and excited in and outside. In fact, he'd ask you to do this more often!

Liu Kang didn't really know how to respond at first. He appreciated your efforts, really. You decided to surprise him after you hadn't seen him in a while. He'd smile down at you using some of his techniques and kissing down his body starting from his forehead. Eventually he gets used to your way of showing affection and you'll physically see him melt under your touch.

[fatuifvcker]

dottore receiving a handjob and getting edged. he's an absolute wreck, never having been at anyones mercy like that, but now he's making all these desperate whiny noises he's so embarrassed of that if he could poof out of existence - he would, but it also feels so good when he thinks he's about to cum </3 but really he isn't, not for now at least. he'd definitely contemplate wiping your memory off of this event because it's so unbearably embarrassing to him, poor guy

i think about him.

AAAH My first request thank you! I hope you enjoy this short but spicy little fic!!

A/N: Reader is gender neutral! This is my first time writing Dottore ever, and also first time positng my Genshin writing so I hope you enjoy! My requests are open for anyone curious!

Word count: 0.5k

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Handjob, dottore's hands are bound, slight/brief thigh riding (let me know if anything else needs to be tagged)!

Soft, desperate whimpers filled Dottore’s chambers. Normally they were your whimpers and whines, but this time they were his.

His hips bucked upwards in your hand and you clicked your tongue at him. “Not yet,” Your voice was soft and reassuring. Giving him hope that he would soon find release. That wasn’t completely true.

Dottore was putty in your hands. You had bound his hands behind him and he was sitting on the edge of his bed. You were completely clothed and he was beneath you, naked. Dottore sat with his legs spread and you sat on one of his knees, facing him. Your hand was wrapped around his cock and your lips were pressed against his collarbone, forming a smile.

You moved, looking up at him with innocent eyes. “What’s wrong, dear?” Dottore scowled at you as you moved your hand away from his aching cock. He was twitching and panting. “Use your words,” You hit him with what he had always told you.

His red eyes hit your eyes and his teeth were bared. “When this is over-”

You pressed your lips to his neck and wrapped your hand around his dick once more. Dottore gasped and his hips rolled again. You grinded against his thigh briefly and Dottore struggled against the bindings briefly.

“You aren’t getting out of those, not until I say so, my love~”

Dottore exhaled shakily and accepted his fate. You continued to work on him. He would get close, so close to coming and you were quick to edge him out further. Your pace would slow, sometimes stopping completely.

Dottore was red, from embarrassment and heat. He had never once let you try anything like this. After having a bad day, he had said he’d help you anyway he could, and helping you he was… At the expense of feeling too vulnerable.

“We can stop any time, love…” You trailed kisses down to his bare chest and pulled back looking at him.

“No.” He grunted at you. “But I can’t promise you’ll remember this later…”

“Baby…” You frowned at him. “I think you’re forgetting who’s in control right now.”

Dottore inhaled sharply and you smirked at him. You began to nip and suck on the soft flesh of his neck and your hand slipped from his cock and to his balls. Dottore let out a soft whimper and you involuntarily grinded into his thigh again.

Your face was becoming warmer and you were struggling to not fuck him then and there. But you really were curious how much he could take. He would constantly test you, why not test him?

When your hand brushed against his cock and he let out another desperate noise, you muffled a soft laugh against his skin.

Dottore jerked one more time, one final time. You heard the bondage break and your eyes widened. With one swift motion, you were lying on the bed, Dottore on top of you. His eyes were full of lust and something primal.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He laughed down at you. “You’ve had your fun… Now, why don’t we put your smart mouth to good use? Hm?”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I make my boyfriend move out of my apartment?

My (27F) boyfriend (28M) has never lived on his own and moved into my apartment straight from his parent's house a little less than a year ago.

Before I get into it: I do not want to stop dating my Boyfriend. I just don't know if I can keep living with him in a shared space. Before he moved in I wasn't fully unpacked or moved in because there was a lot of furniture I didn't own. I kept everything clean though. Dishes got done in a timely manner, I was able to vacuum all the carpets and wash my clothes on a weekly basis and my cats were get their boxes scooped on the daily, and trash would be taken out as needed, usually every 3rd day when I was living solo.

However when my boyfriend moved in the apartment started getting messier and messier. We both have full time jobs and I kept assuring him that I could keep doing the majority of the chores provided he did SOME of the chores. I gave him with a list of everything that should be getting done on a daily, weekly, and monthly basis. He selected more than half of the tasks and I was like "okay this isn't what I asked you to do but if you're okay with it that's fine by me!"

Fast forward two months later and everything is a fucking wreck.

I've been able to keep up with laundry but there are a lot of chores I can't do if the trash doesn't get taken out or if the sink is full of dishes. Two of the chored my BF selected. I can't empty the vacuum cleaner or wash the vacuum's filters, I can't scoop the cats' litterboxes and throw away their leavings or wiped own the litter boxes on dump-day and worst of all I can't cook dinner every day as I WANT to do and ENJOY doing when all my pots pans and plates are dirty.

I've tried asking him multiple times to do just these two chores, trash and dishes, and I'll take care of everything else but he just doesn't. The apartment has slowly gotten so disgusting that it's beginning to effect my already delicate mental health.

The worst of it started when I injured my back and could barely walk to the toilet. I couldn't go to work for a full week and I couldn't bend or twist my torso for nearly a month. In that time laundry piled up and my boyfriend never did any of it even though I would ask him too. That was nearly 6 months ago and I'm STILL trying to get caught up on laundry.

Even though all of THAT is happening I still can't bring myself to ask him to do the dishes or take out the trash more than like once a week. His mom is a really mean person and I feel like I'm nagging him the same way his mother does when I ask too frequently.

All that in mind: would I be the asshole if I kept dating my Boyfriend but asked him to find his own place to live?

What are these acronyms?

[magewolf-the-artist]

Ahh, Charles Brook my beloved

1. Me when I first started drawing this doodle dump: Oh golly gee brain, what should we draw first? My brain: Charles on a toddler leash with Susan holding it and looking tired Me: Wowie sounds fun! Yeah this doodle pretty much summarizes their dynamic in the Domestic K-9 AU

2. There's a graphic description of somebody being killed in the next paragraph so feel free to skip over it 

To make a long-ish story short, Charles was snooping around the backstage area as his daughter, Lily's, birthday was wrapping up, he found Susan on death's door inside the Banny animatronic and freaks tf out, Bon finds him and they play a terrifying little game of hide and seek, and just as Charles thinks he's fine, WHAM! His faces gets smashed into the floor by Bon, turning his skull into a fine mush and killing him pretty much instantly. Ironically in this AU at least, his death was the most merciful because he at least got the insta-kill treatment rather than suffering through hours or days of agony. I imagine in death, his face kinda sags forward. Kinda like a bag of sand taped to a wood plank. 

3. So semi-recently I think, Charles was confirmed to have ADHD, and I saw some doodles by @xzbat-loverzx about one of him stims being clicking a pen and I thought, "Ah yes, perfect". Not really a ton else to this doodle, except I can imagine BSI employees constantly leaving pens and pencils behind whenever they stay at the K-9 Facility

4. This one is my favorite and the one I'm the most excited to explain!

So the first few weeks or so at the K-9 facility was, to put it lightly, a fucking nightmare for Charles (and Rosemary but I'll cover that another time). He was constantly eaten away by guilt, shame, anger, fear, and sadness and generally he was an incoherent, delusional wreck, even on his good days. At some point he managed to get it into his head that he could break out of the facility by body slamming the walls which, A, they are made of solid concrete, and B, even if he did break them, he'd be greeted by an avalanche of dirt. But again, he wasn't really in his right mind at the time

Susan was kind of in a hell of her own during that time considering she'd have to be the one to repair him afterwards. Those episodes are actually the reason the plastic casing on the Boozoo animatronic's upper right arm and the left hand is missing, because at some point they sustained so damage that they just fell off. Susan didn't exactly have a ton of patience for this, and his incoherent babblings whenever she would pull him away would only make her more pissed off. This isn't entire fair to him of course, as he is not at all in his right mind, but in fairness to her, the idiot would slam himself into the walls whenever she took her eyes off of him for even a SECOND, even if it was just to retrieve tools or spare parts from the tool closet.

Eventually what happens is that Susan convinces Bon to hold him down while she goes over to the tool closet and retrieve whatever thing she needs, idk man, I'm not into robotics. When she gets back, Charles is unusually quiet and Bon is trying not to laugh his ass off. Oddly enough, he doesn't take the opportunity to make some snide comment or mock either of them while she works, he stares at the both of them silently.

Once that's done, Susan very begrudgingly thanks him for the help and, with possibly the most shit eating, Cheshire cat, smug as fuck grin, Bon replies, "That's what friends are for." And then she smacks him.

[jedimaesteryoda]

Mance Rayder had always served as a mirror of Jon himself. Mance, like Jon, never knew his birth parents and was found as an infant after the members the party he was in were killed and he was taken in by his family's enemies, in this case the Night's Watch. He would go on to join the Night's Watch likely around Jon's age.

He had assumed a false identity as a bard to infiltrate Winterfell when King Robert visited, telling that story ironically as Jon played the false identity of a deserter when he came to see the King-beyond-the-Wall.

Jon noted that Mance didn't look like a king, and easily passed him over while ironically Jon himself is also a king in the sense that he is heir to the Targaryen dynasty, but he doesn't look like royal blood with his mother's dark features in place of Targaryen ones. Mance was a king posing as a bard at Winterfell while Jon was one (unwittingly) posing as a bastard. Mance singing and playing strings itself is reminiscent of Rhaegar who played the high harp.

One arrow took Mance Rayder in the chest, one in the gut, one in the throat. The fourth struck one of the cage's wooden bars, and quivered for an instant before catching fire. A woman's sobs echoed off the Wall as the wildling king slid bonelessly to the floor of his cage, wreathed in fire. "And now his Watch is done," Jon murmured softly. Mance Rayder had been a man of the Night's Watch once, before he changed his black cloak for one slashed with bright red silk. -ADWD, Jon III When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold … -ADWD, Jon XIII

Mance (actually Rattleshirt) dies as he felt the heat as his cage burns while Jon feels the cold and will likely be put into the ice cellars. Yet, we later learn Mance isn't actually dead just as Jon likely isn't.

"One day on a ranging we brought down a fine big elk. We were skinning it when the smell of blood drew a shadow-cat out of its lair. I drove it off, but not before it shredded my cloak to ribbons. Do you see? Here, here, and here?" He chuckled. "It shredded my arm and back as well, and I bled worse than the elk. My brothers feared I might die before they got me back to Maester Mullin at the Shadow Tower, so they carried me to a wildling village where we knew an old wisewoman did some healing. She was dead, as it happened, but her daughter saw to me. Cleaned my wounds, sewed me up, and fed me porridge and potions until I was strong enough to ride again. And she sewed up the rents in my cloak as well, with some scarlet silk from Asshai that her grandmother had pulled from the wreck of a cog washed up on the Frozen Shore. It was the greatest treasure she had, and her gift to me." -ASOS, Jon I

Mance ultimately left the Night's Watch after a near-death experience. A woman who had red silk from Assahi (like Melisandre of Asshai's dresses) healed him. Like Mance, Jon was attacked after dealing with a stag, Stannis Baratheon, who was believed killed by Ramsay Bolton with a habit of skinning people. Just as a shadow-cat was drawn out by the scent of the stag's blood, Stannis's apparent demise drew out Marsh and Co to attack Jon. Jon is near-death, but will likely be healed at least in part by Melisandre of Asshai and help from the wildlings.

Afterwards, he left the Wall to become a king wearing a cloak of black and red, the colors of House Targaryen, to unite his people against the Long Night.

[manwalksintobar]

Old Friends // Leonard Cohen

An old man tells his friend (over the telephone) that he is going to shul that evening. It is a broken- down shul in a hostile black neighbourhood in Los Angeles. There is never even half a minyan (ten men). The worshippers are old, the prayers are badly spoken, the place is draughty and full of shabbiness and lumbago. The old man is inviting his friend to laugh with him over the wreck of a failed spiritual adventure, an adventure in which both of them once cherished the highest hopes. But his friend does not laugh. His friend becomes Nachmanides, the Bodhidharma, and St. Paul all rolled into one religious accountant. “You should not have told me that you were going to shul. You lose all the merit you would have gained had you remained silent.” What? Merit? Silence? Who is the old man talking to? That's rich. His friend is rebuking him for boasting about his piety, but he lets it go (sort of). After they say goodnight, the old man puts on his robes, which don't fit so well now that he's given up smoking. There is an almost full bottle of Prozac on his night-table. He bought the refill a couple of months ago, but almost immediately stopped taking the pill. It didn't work. Hardly anything works anymore. You can't even tell your friend (over the telephone) about your lumbago without getting a lecture. At least his dentist didn't reproach him when he went back last week. After two years' absence and a rotting mouth which everyone (dentist, assistant, himself) could smell when the scraping started. His dentist was an old man too. “Let's tackle this,” was all he said. The old man ties the strings of his robe and puts on all the lights in the house (so he won't get robbed again). He drives into the war zone, locking his doors on the way, and he parks in the courtyard of the zendo (it isn't really a shul). Eunice is there. She's been there for twenty-five years. “At my age,” I heard her say the other night, something about how easily she catches cold now. Koyo is there. I forget his Christian name. The fingers of his right hand are swollen from a cat bite. Infected. He fumbles with the incense. Eunice sneezes and coughs and hacks. A police helicopter drowns out the chanting. The place is freezing. Just the three of us. The fluff is coming out of the cushion, just like the juice is coming out of this story, and I'm not pissed off at you anymore either, Steve. And what is more, old friend, you have a point. You have a point.

[skaerial]

Characters (shown in the illustration) from left to right: Raidon, Keira, Fleetway (AU), Mysta, Siegfried, Scorch, Brutus

Introducing my sonic ocs and the story they’re involved in! C: Hope you like them as much as I do!~

Ataraxia Overview

Note: This story is separate from the Sonic Universe & isn't involved with it in any way! Fleetway belongs to SEGA but this version of him is just an AU version for my story. The rest of these characters are my OCs!

A world war has taken place on the planet of Charis. The 6 nations are divided once more due to Zeinor's new leader's greed. An organization in Equx launches Project: ATARAXIA, recruiting many powerful allies to help put an end to this tiresome war and put Zeinor's corrupt high council back to their place.

There are 6 nations inhabiting different territories:

Zeinor: Lush Green Hills

Racoris: Badlands

Asin: Ocean

Equx: Rainforest

Igon: Tundra

Niani: Desert Chasms

OC Info

Runihura; or Raidon (to his friends), is a thorny devil who survived a raid upon his scorching desert of a home. Unlike most of his allies, he does not have any superpowers, yet still is regarded as equally important due to his proficiency at battle strategies. That doesn't mean he's completely helpless in combat either, as he makes good use of his arm blades and whatever abilities being a thorny devil give him. He hopes to one day take back his home from the nation that took over his homeland.

Keira is a weaponized hedgehog who was kidnapped and imprisoned in an underground lab by the high council (her nation's government lmao). During her imprisonment, Keira was tested on and as a result gained two powers: umbrakinesis (shadow manipulation) and umbra-electrokinesis (destructive lightning manipulation). Eventually she escaped during a containment breach caused by Fleetway (he's also a test subject :C), and fled to another continent to seek refuge. Once she was taken in by an organization that plans on ending the war (also is the reason behind everyone meeting each other), she honed her abilities and mastered the art of the scythe.

Fleetway is a hedgehog of noble status, but unfortunately inherited his bloodline's infamous ability: chaos manipulation. He was sent to the underground lab after his home was threatened to be destroyed by the high council. Like Keira, he too was tested on, and continually lost control of his powers (the side effects essentially send him into a state of insanity). As he grew stronger, he wrecked havoc upon the lab, and was transferred into Zeinor's military. Under the high council's control, he performed few mass genocides to earn their trust. Once he's no longer their dog on a leash, Fleetway plans to burn the corrupt high council to the ground.

Soleil; or Mysta, is a boisterous cat who's also an aspiring fashion designer. There isn't much to her background other than having failed at so many jobs she finally landed one that involved her making combat outfits. She designed some of the clothes for our main cast of characters and constantly drags them out to shop with her. Besides that, Mysta is adept at the art of magic (it's actually telekinesis but she's lazy to say it), but due to her... being a cat... you might see her use it in the most useless ways out of combat and work.

Siegfried is a tiger who hails from a land of eternal winter. Like Raidon, he fled his country once enemy troops seized his home. After witnessing his home's destruction from a distance, he vows to protect and support his allies and friends in order to never see them meet such a fate. Siegfried's natural kindness, cheekiness and sense of responsibility allows him to assume the older brother role for his friends. Besides this, he also excels at photokinesis. It sounds incredibly useless in combat, and you'd be right, as Siegfried assumes more of a support role in a fight. Blinding foes and creating light clones to momentarily distract them is his job - this is to allow for his comrades an opportunity to strike.

Scorch is a lion mercenary who was sent over to the organization to help increase their strength. Scorch can come off as overconfident and a bit of a hot-head sometimes (it doesn't help that he has "exploding fire manipulation" as an ability). Despite his pride and arrogance, he has a soft-spot for his friends and family. An experienced fighter, he's known in his homeland for his tough training (he trains his siblings but goes a lil easier on them HAHA). Everyone he trained have shown significant improvement, and Keira, who sought his combat guidance when she arrived at the organization, is no different.

Brutus is a thresher shark who hails from an underwater sea kingdom. Unlike the rest of the gang, he’s what we know as a “merman”. Like his kind, he is able to breathe in both underwater and on the surface — however, he has no legs, which is why he uses a pair of mechanical legs on land. Snarky and kind of an ass overall, Brutus brings life (chaos) to the table, and his comments tend to be… controversial. On the flip side, he’s extremely loyal, competent and brings his share of skills to the team, even though he likes provoking his teammates for fun.

[auxiliarydetective]

The OC Halloween Challenge - Day 7

You can find the challenge here!

Today's prompt was...

The Comedic Relief

Honestly, they make even the scariest movies bearable. They’re almost never the main character but almost always the most liked. They say laughter is medicine for the soul, so which of your ocs soothes the characters and the situation with a joke made at the worst of times?

R.I.P. to the two people that weren't funny enough: Iris Winchester and Charlotte Inari.

This prompt isn't really too well-fitting for a graphic in my eyes, so I wrote a little 5+1 sort of deal - except it's only three so that the +1 can be evil number 4:

3 times Charlie Drake laughed death in the face and 1 time he regretted it

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"Someone needs to distract it," Egon declared as they were all squatting behind the garden wall, listening to the sounds of the ghost inside the greenhouse wreck the place.

Immediately, a wild pointing of fingers was started, but before anyone could say something to go along with it, Charlie slipped off his proton pack.

"I've always wanted a cat," he said with a grin.

Equipped with only his flashlight, he headed for the greenhouse. The other Ghostbusters looked on in confusion. Was he starting to go mad from sleep deprivation? That wasn't a cat, that was a ghost! One that had been a huge moster only a few minutes ago. But Charlie was having none of it and strutted towards the greenhouse.

"Here, kitty-kitty-kitty!" he called, waving his flashlight along the wall of the greenhouse.

Immediately, the feline ghost jumped against the glass, theeth bared, frantically chasing the light. Charlie laughed brightly.

"Good kitty! Where's the light, huh? Where is it?"

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"Charlie!" Egon called tensely as his friend was dropped from the ceiling in a bubble of slimey ectoplasm.

The blob splatted flat onto the ground and Charlie lay there, motionless. Quickly, Egon hurried over to him, followed by Peter. When they reached Charlie, he huffed quietly. With every cough, spitting up droplets of ectoplasm, his lips curled further into a smile, until he started laughing like a maniac.

"Wow, that was stupid! So, this is how it feels, huh? Getting slimed?"

Egon pulled him to his feet, having to shake ectoplasm off his glove once he let go.

"Glad it happened to you this time," Venkman commented as he looked around the room to try and find out where the ghost had gone. When he turned back to Charlie, he immediately took on a defensive stance. "No, I know that look, don't you dare-"

But Charlie was already creeping towards him, hands in the air with his fingers wiggling about.

"Oooooh, I think the slime possessed me..." he cooed, doing his best to suppress his laughter.

This was Peter's cue to start running. Immediately, Charlie set after him. He was seemingly not slowed down by the heavy proton pack on his back at all, catching up to Peter with ease and tackling him into a hug, giggling furiously.

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Ray banged against the wall, almost see-through, looking like a fluid, yet solid to the touch. On the other side, Winston tried firing his particle thrower at it. But both of them were met with the same fate - their attacks at the substance rebounded, knocking them backwards. Charlie just laughed.

"You're really arguing with a mirror, huh?"

"You got any better idea?" Winston asked. "We're in here while that spook is wrecking havoc."

"Well, if I remember correctly, our ghostly pal used to be a poet," Ray mumbled, "maybe-"

But before he could finish his sentence, Charlie threw himself dramatically against the wall.

"Oh, envious wall," he gasped, "why do you block lovers? How great would it be if you let us be joined in whole body, or, if this is too much, if you rather lay open for kisses to be given?"

Suddenly, miraculously, the wall disappeared as Charlie giggled.

"Who knew my charm worked on walls, too?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you didn't come up with that," Winston commented.

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It was their first bust after defeating Gozer. Charlie had been extremely tired that day, but it seemed he had recovered. Or at least that was what everyone thought. By the time Ecto-1's siren was blaring, he was grinning and practically emitting energy again. Their spectre of the hour was a Class 3 or 4 entity, identity unknown, but witnesses had described it as "having escaped from a Wild West movie". To make things even worse, the thing apparently had fully tangible guns, stolen from a gun store.

Charlie's plan to trap the entity was simple: A shootout. A quick-draw contest, to be exact. The spectre with his guns, Charlie with his particle thrower. Demons like Charlie couldn't die and so, even if he lost, he would still win in the end. It was a very simple plan, but one that sounded very effective. Especially since the other Ghostbusters would be surrounding the ghost, ready to give Charlie a hand.

"Hey, cowboy!" Charlie called with a wide grin, positioning himself opposite the spectre. "Wanna duel?"

It took the bait with no hesitation. Silence spread across the battlefield as the two supernatural beings faced each other.

Suddenly, a loud bang cut through the air. The ghost had fired. Almost immediately afterwards, the Ghostbusters' proton packs fired up, trapping the ghost in their streams. All except Charlie's. He was late. Incredibly late. But over the sound of the buzzing streams and the struggling of the spectre, nobody noticed. The ghost was trapped in record time.

"Great job, everyone!" Peter said in his usual sarcastic tone. "Now, let's get home before the horse shows up."

Everyone smiled. Everyone except Charlie.

"Um... Egon?" he said slowly. "I'm gonna need your scientific expertise here."

Egon turned around to look at him, immediately going white as a sheet. Charlie's flightsuit was tinted scarlet at the chest, the same color as Charlie's fingers which he stared at incredulously. Quickly, Egon rushed to his side and tore open his flightsuit. This couldn't be happening. It was impossible, it-

"Is this what I think it is?" Charlie mumbled.

Only a second later, his legs gave out.

[cryingatships]

Kiseki: Dear to Me ep 1 aka we have several kitties in our hands

Ok let's start~

Ai di? Eddie? Which one are we gonna follow? I'm not immune to pretty faces, I'm gonna protect him with my life now. Also are they a couple? Sorta ship it oeo

Okee guess not. Hmmm Picking up someone out of the blue, and Ai di scratching his back like that, very cat-like of him. A meow =w=

Why is Mr. I'm-The-Only-One-Not-Wearing-Black just standing there like a statue? Where's your concern for a friend. Oh, they're supposed to be old acquaintances as per mdl? That explains it the smile.

What's that red thing on the photo? Lemme guess, blood? It is a mafia (can we call this mafia?) setting.

Zhong Yi is a brave, brave person for not screaming when he saw a bloody hand on the road all of a sudden. Kudos to him. Could never be me :')

Oh oh oh (nooooo) they're using the same remedies. Does ql drama world not have not other, more effective medicines for woundtending? That looks like a gash too deep for home treatment, if you ask me. But ig he'll be saved by ql logic ahaha (I love ql logic. Why can't we have ql logic irl huh)

For once there is no (not felt by me atleast) homoerotic subtext in woundtending. Shocking.

(Anyone know what are the names of the books? Ig they're all books related to studying medicine and such, but I'd still like to know)

Ze Rui, my boy, blackmailing is not how you woo the love of your life. But it's effective here, so owo

Ze Rui is dramatic af. A bread isn't gonna break your ribs, chile. He reminds me of our cats throwing a concert of shame whenever mealtime is late by like half a second.

Zhong Yi keeping tabs. Finally a character who makes (tries to make) financially sound descisions. Like love ain't gonna fill your stomach (not with your sugar kitty mooching off you u.u)

Ze Rui, my boy, you're sus af. I'd have taken away any valuables before leaving you in my home, too. Scamming alert u.u

"It's your karma then." 👏👏👏👏👏

My meow meow is back. He's got some claws. And He looks great in pink! And he has a (potential) boyfie too, good for him!

Knowing your hookup form the night before didn't go home with you for your rizz but for your decade old rice cooker.... that must hurt.

OH? Is Xong Yi snapping finally?

Nvm false alarm. the intimacy tho. Which other surfaces do you wanna shove him against, Ze Rui? BUt threatening is bad flirting technique smh

I don't wanna say it but - poor husband working his ass off to earn money and feed his other, lazy ass of a husband. Also Zong Yi looks so meow meow here? He looked Tired, I feel bad for him :\ Ze Rui take care of your man sometimes, too! Don't make him be the only caregiver in the relationship, it won't work out

Ze Rui is so Kitty Coded that they had to add cat noises jajaja

Oh so Ze Rui does have some brains. His friends (?) did call him the brains of the group hmmm. But ZR lookis so smug, is it cause he made a fool of ZY or cause he has ZY on his (technically ZY's) bed

Ok we need a list of Bread in qls. Bread as a metaphor, bread love (also hate) language yeye

Oh tragic pasts time.... How expectations can go both ways, huh? Too much too little, atleast it seems like ZY still has a good family? (I'm jinxing it-). Seeing that this is Taiwanese drama, and after reading a lot of danmeis, I wonder if ZR is an illegitimate child? As they call it in the danmeis, a 'mistress's' child?

Ok ok I have a theory - Ai di is an ornage kitty (the kind who're always too excited and wants your attention 24/7 or they'll wreck havoc on your room), Ze Rui is a fancy long haired high maintenance kitty (a calico?? Let's not look at the sciences of this), Zong Yi is a black-white kitty, not totally a void but def wiggly and also got the coldness of a white kitty.

Putting clothes on your (future) lover, a beloved if new trope :3 (ye i'm looking at loa)

I want a piece of that cake too, so hungry ueueue

ZR is three cats in pyjamas confirmed. Cats never ever finish their meals cause they too 'eat in small portions'. smh

They're not using the there was only one bed trope?

OH OH THAT LOOK WHEN ZY starts eating. I see you I see you. I feel food was very important in today's episode like, it's used as a method for establishing who's controlling the situation, then it's used a bridge for communication and negotiation, and it's used to show economic differences (like ZR can bother wasting food and eats in small amounts, definitely not smt a person coming form a less privieged section of the society can do)and finally this look. I'm not gonna analyse this cause ye- but.... food.... maybe I'm just too hungry XD

This Zhang Teng would right in a drama of supernatural genre

I like the ending ost u.u

OK there was some INteresting power dynamic. A injured gang member who probably kills at sight and is rich, is now under the care of a impoverished, seemingly harmless (when are doctors, potential ones included, ever harmless) student with barely any way to defend himself from violence. But Zong Yi may refuse to treat him. Then we have the knife. Doctors are gain power from their skill, but is it enough to counter a the power of a criminal gang? And the gang member depends on the (aspiring) doctor for his life, while the doctor's life depends on the gang member's life. Ze Rui constantly uses words like "brat", "kiddo" etc to further demonstrate the power dynamic at play (cause in Asia seniority = social power and respect), but Zong Yi hardly ever argues about the use of these words. Like, he isn't even trying to establish that he too, has some power over the situation. Is he truly so accepting of others' holding power over him or is he just unbothered cause he treats Ze Rui's words as completely irrelevant to his life? Hmmmm. Who exactly has the upper hand rn? I'd say it's Zong Yi rn, but then again Ze Rui can successfully overturn anything Zong Yi does (like the locked door) and force Zong Yo to do his bidding soo...fd

[talesofourworlds]

Rita, for the ten facts meme? ^^

🌟 Drop one of my characters’ names in my inbox and I’ll tell you 10 facts about them 🌟

Rita's preference to trust blastia over people stems as far back as her childhood. She often found herself left alone for lengths of time, left to her own devices. She had to learn to take care of herself from a young age, too, especially after she was orphaned. The people of Aspio did their best to look out for her, but even from a young age she was deemed as weird even by the standards of Aspio's residents. So she turned her attention to blastia. They wouldn't abandon her, she decided as she threw herself into researching. It took her a great deal of time to realize Yuri and the others were trustworthy.

Coupled with the above, Rita's social awkwardness extends back to those formative years. Since she had very little contact with people her own age, and even people in general, it led her to not really knowing how to deal with people. She learned her anger kept people away from her, and that suited her fine. So she embraced it, preferring books and blastia to the people she didn't know how to interact with in the first place.

It should come as no surprise that Rita is a prodigy when it comes to her magic as well as her intelligence. Her specialty is her fire artes, which should also come as no great surprise. Yet despite her ability to master difficult artes fairly quickly, Rita still prefers Fireball as her go to fire arte. She discovered its potential to become more powerful the more she used it, growing from firing off a single fireball to multiple. Plus, it's one of her quicker artes to cast when Raven or someone else is annoying her.

She's always been more of a cat person than a dog person. They get a bad rap, she thinks, from people who don't understand. Cats aren't unsociable, they just have their favorite people and take time to warm up to newcomers. Just like her. Though she'd never admit that much out loud. She also tries to keep how cute she thinks cats are from her friends and people who know her in general. But Estelle knows. Rita's okay with that.

Rita definitely has a big crush on Estelle. Since she doesn't know how to handle that, she tried to put up an especially thick barrier when first meeting the princess. That's also why it took her so long to start using Estelle's nickname. She isn't certain if Estelle has similar feelings for her or not, though. After all, Estelle and she both have never had friends their own age before. For all she knows, Estelle is oblivious to the fact that Rita is crushing on her. But maybe someday that will change. If she ever figures out how to actually put it into words.

Rita lives in what can only be described as organized chaos. To outsiders, the way she keeps her home makes no sense. Books all over the place, sleeping in a loft, the place being a mess... but Rita can work well with the way she lives. She also does still have that little place we see her in in The First Strike, but she doesn't go there as often. Rita doesn't like her stuff getting messed with, but she also isn't afraid to wreck her own stuff if it means keeping people from breaking in. But that does lead to her kicking herself later if she's wrecked specific books.

While she does help out with Brave Vesperia guild work from time to time, Rita isn't an officially recognized member of the guild. Mostly this is because she doesn't want to get caught up in guild and empire nonsense. Still, she knows it means a lot when she does help out. So if she has the time and Brave Vesperia happen to be in the area, she'll lend a hand.

Rita once was afraid of flying. Over time that lessened considerably, as evidenced by the end credits where she clearly had built some kind of flying contraption to visit Estelle. She's not quite sure when it lessened, but she can't really complain.

Her fear of ghosts mostly stems from the logical standpoint. She can't explain them, and if there's no explanation for them then it freaks her out. Now this doesn't apply to everything, of course. Mostly just ghosts.

She hates admitting it to herself, but a part of her does care about Raven to some degree. Even after the whole kidnapping Estelle and almost dying at Baction stunt. That doesn't mean he doesn't annoy the snot out of her at the best of times even still.

[odditycircus-2002]

Jeepers Creepers Unexpected Turn of Events: Chapter 6

RUN OF THE MILL CATASTROPHE

"Come on! You're gonna kill us!"

Darry shouts in panic, seeing the speedometer's needle pointing past 80 miles per hour. Trish only spares her brother a glance as she continues to accelerate. Corbin, not wanting to risk being mangled in a car wreck, shouts practically in Trish's ear. 

"For Christ's sake! Slow the hell down!"

When Trish doesn't appear to have heeded her, both she and Darry shout out simultaneously, 

"SLOW DOWN!"

Trish glares at her brother as she then acquiesces, slowing down until they came to a stop. She, and everyone else in the car with her, allowing everyone to finally catch their breath. Darry glances over at his sister's side, spotting the real reason why she stopped. To their left, is a two-story house, slightly worn down with no lights on, hopefully, because the residents have turned in for the night. 

"Ah, no way."

Trish immediately counters as if it should be blatant.

"There's a phone."

"So?"

Trish snaps her head at her brother.

"So, you and Corbin told me to stop."

The mentioned blonde raises a finger to point out. 

"Technically, we precisely said to slow down."

Darry leans back against his seat in resignation. 

"How far is the next town?"

"You mean the next phone?"

Trish's voice noticeably cracks as she puts her hand back on the gear shift.

"Cause it's pretty goddamn far, you want to wait to find out?"

Putting the car back into drive, Trish pulls up onto the property's driveway to park right outside the front gate. As the two siblings stepped out of the car to continue bickering, Corbin went to the trunk, popping open the lid to pull out a hand-carved bow and homemade arrows tipped with black feathers.

 

She adjusts the feathers on the end of the nocking point then carefully rubs her fingers along the raven feathers that were used as the fletching, nodding to herself in satisfaction at their condition.

"...Help from who?"

Darry turns back to look over to his close friend, his eyes widening to see her carrying a bow with a quiver slung over her shoulder. Trish is unable to come up with any response, even though she wanted to ask when the hell did Corbin bring those? Darry has no such issue at sardonically shouting to her.

" What do you plan to do with that? Go full fucking Rambo on the guy who pulls tongues out of severed heads with his own goddamn teeth?!"

Darry gestures frantically with his bandaged hand at the oak bow. Corbin gives a nonchalant shrug in response.  

"Yes." 

That is all she answers as she walked up to the house, past a field with a raggedy scarecrow, standing at attention with her body coiled and ready to spring. Much like a soldier on the battlefield before they're given the word. Turns out, the house wasn't as empty as it first appeared, one window being lit with the faint sound of a radio reverberating into the air. Both Jenner Siblings walk up side to side with their enigmatic friend, Trish not quite sure what to make of this shift in Corbin. Sure, she can be prudent at times and overly cautious, but enough to keep weapons on her even on vacation? Although, Trish can't say that the precaution isn't appreciated, feeling some sense of security that Corbin brought it along. She's pulled out of her musings by the resident of the house.

" Who are you?"

An old raspy voice croaks carefully, her silhouetted form appearing behind the screen door in front of her, wherein in the background you can hear the collective mewling of a clan of cats.

Darry and Trish said nothing and followed Corbin next to where she stood. An old woman's silhouette appeared in front of the screen door asking once more,

" I said, who are you?"

Trish points to herself and gestures to her brother and Corbin as she introduces each one of her group.

"Patricia Jenner. This is my brother Darry, and this is Corbin Delahaye."

" What do you want? Surely not to shoot me?"

The old lady demands as she turns her head in Corbin's direction, who isn't even looking at the woman as she sniffs the air.

"No, no, no! Just a telephone."

Trisha frantically explains with her hands waving out in front of her. The cat lady shakes her head.

"I don't have one."

Corbin may not be able to see her face, but she knew that the elderly woman's distrusting gaze is mostly focusing on her. Darry leans over to his sister, his own suspicious gaze still on the cat lady, to whisper into her ear. 

"I say we keep driving until we see people."

"I think she is."

Trish whispers back, although this wasn't a time for humor out of any of them. The woman heaves out a sigh before she walks closer to the door, a feline shape in her arms. 

"What do you need a phone for if I had one?"

Corbin wanders off a little ways from both her charges as Trish continues to bargain with the Cat Lady to use her phone. She scans the area around them before taking a deep breath to steady herself. She reaches into her quiver with careful movements, nocking an arrow back and the bowstring already pulled back slightly at the sounds of cats growling and mewing in fright. 

While she stood as taut as her bowstring, Darry, Trish, and the Cat lady are filled with a sense of dread deep in the pit of their stomach when the latter's house lights went out. The cats only grew louder as they gather near the windows. In the distance, the howling of dogs could be heard as if, even with miles separating them, they too sense something malicious is nearby. The Cat lady speaks once more, her voice barely above a whisper, afraid to speak louder than the wind. Even though the wind came to a stop like everything else in anxious anticipation.

"You kids got anyone else with you?"

Darry shakes his head before all of them turn their heads towards the field they passed by earlier. There in the fields, instead of a scarecrow made with burlap, is a dark silhouetted figure with bushy white hair. The trio instantly recognizes it as the figure from earlier. 

Corbin springs into action, in the blink of an eye, she lets her arrow fly through the air. It impales itself, point-blank into its chest. The figure doesn't flinch nor does it make any noise.

" That's not my scarecrow."

The Old Lady finally utters out before turning back into her house. Corbin reaches for another arrow, internally willing for her heart to calm down. She gets one out just as the old cat lady comes back with a double-barrel shotgun in hand. She brushes past her and the Jenner siblings, shouting with as much force as she can with her withered voice box.

" You got 10 seconds, to get your ass out of my yard! And don't think I'm gonna tell you twice!"

Other than the Cat Lady positioning her gun in a proper form, no one moved except for the rustling of the wheat. All is still, until the figure lifts up one arm to itself, tugging its arm back with a squelch before tossing away Corbin's arrow.

" Get the hell away from him."

Corbin commands the elderly woman in a dangerously low tone, one that Darry and Trish recognize as when she leaves no room for argument because you should fucking listen to her.

" Corbin, what are you doing?"

Trish asks. The 'scarecrow' then moves away from his position as he starts to make his way towards their general direction. Corbin reiterates her warning to the old woman, who had no idea what she's up against.

" Get the hell away from him!"

Alas, her warning was not heeded, since the woman fires her gun. She ends up setting off a mini-explosion to her actual scarecrow with the figure having to dodge the shots with inhuman speed. He then leaps, higher than humanely possible, toward and through the roof of the Cat lady's home. The woman looks in great horror at the sound of crashes and the sound of distressed "babies".

" Come on, let's go!"

The old woman urges the trio, pushing past them to head towards her house. Darry grabs her arm and drags her back to him. 

"No! Don't you go up there!"

"Listen to him!"

Trish urges the elderly woman, looking anxiously at the woman's house as if expecting the figure to burst through the door at any moment. 

" We gotta get out of here, you old fool!"

Corbin entreats the stubborn cat lady earnestly as she grabs Trish by the arm, ready to make a break for it. The Cat woman breaks out of Darry's grip before shouting into their faces.

" The hell did you bring into my house?"

She then strikes Darry right in the crotch with the butt of her shotgun. Darry grimaces with his mouth opened in a choked shout with his hands over his crotch. Corbin doesn't stop the woman from climbing up the steps to her house, the woman ignorant of the death glare she received from the blonde.

" Get out of here!"

The woman yawps to the trio, not looking back to see Darry crouching to the ground in pain as Trish tries to comfort him, while Corbin nocked an arrow into her bow. 

" Stay away from my babies, you sons of bitches!"

The old lady hollers out as then a tidal wave of cats comes rushing out of the house. They run around the trio as a mass of mewling and hissing fur. The Cat Lady shouts one last curse.

" Jesus fucking hell!"

Then renters her house, slamming the screen door behind her. The trio could only stand there in petrified anticipation. Darry and Trish flinch at the sound of gunshots, briefly lighting the dark house.

Bang! BANG!

 Two shots rang out into the air and into their ears before silence falls over them once more. Darry and Trish both share knowing glances at one another before nodding in silent agreement. Even with Corbin shaking her head, the Jenner siblings approach the house with bated breaths, trying to take a look through the screen door. They could hardly make out anything through it, except for the deathly still silhouette of the elderly woman. 

"Hello?"

Darry calls out, only to get no response besides a faint croak. Corbin observes the silhouette at the door, her focused green eyes narrowing in suspicion. She walks in front of the Jenner siblings when she hears footsteps too heavy to be the old women's. Finally, the door opened and the siblings stood in horror as they finally got a good look at their inhuman assailant's face in the faint moonlight. 

He looked human, but only in general shape alone. His skin appeared a dark greyish green in what little moonlight spilled through the trees above. Yet, what truly gave away to his inhuman nature was the mandibles that surrounded his face, and his smile revealing every dagger-like tooth. Similarly to the woman they met earlier, his hair was white yet it jutted out from the back of his head, leaving the top completely bald.

In his hand, he held the croaking Cat lady off the ground. She wasn't moving much other than giving off another croak, clearly in pain. He then smiles at the group, revealing rows of needle-like teeth which only accentuates his frightening appearance. Corbin doesn't hesitate to aim her arrow at him once more.

"Non noceat te mihi infantes miserrimos!"

Corbin declares with the air of a highly respected queen. The monster then throws the old woman to the side to take a step towards the group, only to receive an arrow to the neck. Corbin knows that would only slow him down enough for him to just rip the barded arrow out of his neck, but it should be enough time. The blonde then turns her head at the siblings, her finger pointing at Trish's vehicle.

" Get to the car!"

Trish is the first to react, turning around to dash to her car with her brother not too far behind her. Only, he was being dragged away by the arm towards the car, much to his protest. 

"Wait, wait, wait! Trish!"

Darry looks behind him to watch as the creature pounces on Corbin with the same speed it displayed earlier. Corbin drops her bow and arrow, turning the creature's tackle into a roll. All the while, she attempts to claw the creature on her and attack it any way she can with it returning with just as much vigor. 

"Corbin!"

Darry cries out but felt like he was unable to move his feet. Trish continues attempting to drag her brother to the car only a few feet away from them. 

"Come on, brat!"

When they came to a stop, with surprising strength despite being pinned down, she uses her back legs to kick him off before quickly jumping to her feet again. She quickly runs back to the car and practically rips open the trunk to take out something neither Trish nor Darry could make out at first.

'What the hell is that thing?!?'

Both siblings wonder in utter bewilderment at the sight of the hooked curved blade, catching a glimpse of the rune carvings with the low light. Just as quickly as she made her way to Trish's vehicle, she runs back to where the creature is slowly making its way to them at a regular pace. She takes a swipe at its head with the curve of the blade, only for the creature to flick its wrist and blocks the blow with a blade of its own, a battle-ax. Sparks literally fly between the two before they're back at each other's throats, the sounds of their blades clashing ring through the air and into the high heavens. 

Their movements become a blur to Trish and Darry, as they swiftly exchange parry after parry. Corbin uses both hands to thrust her blade at her adversary, who blocks the stab with the handle of its ax before twisting it to dislodge it from Corbin's hold. It doesn't succeed as she backs away, weapon still in hand, narrowly dodging having her head cut off before going in once more. She strikes the creature's battle ax with the curve of her blade, sending more sparks flying, then twists her wrist to slice the inside of the blade to cut deeply into the creature's torso, spraying her with black blood. At the same time, it uses its ax to cut deeply into her abdomen before pulling out and leading her own blood to gush out, but Corbin takes this opportunity to dig a hand into the creature's opened chest wound to split open the flesh and make the wound larger and larger.

Darry couldn't tell who drowned out the other as both opponents roar out in pain, but it doesn't stop either of them for long as Corbin keeps slashing at the creature as it goes for her legs. Both of them gaining more injuries as much as they were giving the other. Injuries that would usually put a normal man down for the count, but not these two. 

Both of the Jenner siblings were so enraptured with the battle taking place, they didn't close the last few feet between them and possible escape. At least, until a one-eyed raven perched near them, croaks out.

" MOVE!"

The Jenner siblings spring into action once more, slamming the car doors behind them. Trish turns the key in the ignition, however, when she tries to move the stick, she's met with a sharp wheezing noise from the engine. Trish swallows her spit as her blood thunders in her ears.

" Somethings wrong."

"Don't say that!"

Darry shouts in response, glancing back over to Corbin who got close enough to the creature to stab it in the diaphragm. In any other situation, he might be geeking out over the fact that his friend is an apparent weapon's nut, but he can only pray that the lunatic just finish it already and get the hell out of there. Trish silently begs the same thing as she struggles with the stick.

"What do you want me to say? The gears are sticking!"

"Unstick them, Trish!" 

Darry then leans over Trish to roll down her window.

"Corbin, hurry up!"

Darry hollers out to the blonde,  who's currently pinned to an oak tree with the creature's ax's handle digging into her exposed throat. 

"A-a bit busy here!"

This is all Corbin could choke out as continues to writhe against the creature. Darry rubs his eyes, not sure if what he's seeing is real or not when he spots a tail protruding from his struggling friend. He's not given a moment to double-check before Trish shoves him back down in his seat.

"Trish!"

Darry shouts in protest to his sister, who only gives him a glance before looking over at the scene unfolding in front of them then back to the gear.

"What Darry? It's stuck in reverse!"

" We can't leave Corbin!"

"We're not going to!"

Trish assures as she continues to push the stick with as much force as she could without breaking it.

An inhuman howl pierces the night air, the creature having been stabbed in the side of the neck with a switchblade. With it temporarily stunned, Corbin bolts straight into the car nearly ripping the door straight off its hinges. She didn't give any chance for anyone to speak as they all spot the creature limping towards them, bleeding heavily from several wounds.

"LET'S GO!"

Not minding the gear was stuck in reverse at the moment, Trish floors the accelerator and reverses out of the now-deceased woman's driveway. However, the car then stops when Trish hits the breaks, still unable to move the gear shift. At the sound of the faulty engine, the creature smiles to itself as its two prey sat helplessly in their machine. 

" You're gonna break it!"

Trish shouts to her brother as he tries using both hands to move the stick. Everyone looks toward the windshield when the creature jumps onto the hood of the car. Here, they had an even closer view of its visage, the left side of its neck still oozing out black blood and its black heart exposed with the flesh around it hanging loosely.

" It's stuck in reverse!"

" Go in reverse!"

Both Darry and Corbin scream at Trish, who floors the gas pedal in immediate response. The creature smoothly does a backflip off the hood of the car, landing perfectly fine on its feet. Trish reverses a few more yards away from the monster. The monster in question walks side to side, stumbling slightly from the apparent blood loss, in their field of vision, giving off a growl neither sibling could hear in challenge.

" What do we do?"

Trish whispers, able to feel those beady eyes looking at her hungrily like a great white shark.

" Hit him, hit him, Trish."

"Hard."

Darry encourages his sister, followed by Corbin. All eyes were on the creature when it pauses in its strides to stand in the middle of the road. Almost as if to make itself the perfect target.

" Do it!"

Darry yells out to which Trish obliges as she moves the gear stick forward in Drive then stomps the pedal as hard as she could. The distance between them and the creature rapidly decreases, yet it doesn't move. Just when Darry and Trish thought they were about to hit him, he jumps up and runs over the car! Trish hits the breaks then looks out the back window to see the creature unharmed. The creature stares back after he lands, snorting as if asking if that's the best they can do.

Trish repeats the same action, this time with the gears in reverse only for the exact same results to happen. Trish stares in disbelief at the unscathed monster, mumbling more to herself than her companions.

" What the hell is that thing?"

Neither her brother nor friend gave any answers. Darry turns toward Corbin to check on her, only to get a hand to his mouth before he could make any noise at the sight right behind him. His friend's usually smooth face is now partially covered by black scales, similar to a snake's, along her jawline. The hand that covered his mouth is also covered in black scales, with hooked claws scraping his cheek. Luckily, Corbin didn't apply enough force to dig into Darry's skin although he could instinctually tell that it would require no effort from her to do so; however, what really horrifies him the most is his friend's usual emerald eyes are now an intense shade of yellow-orange. This is no trick of the light or a stressful hallucination.

Darry couldn't get the words out when Corbin removes her hand since his attention is then grabbed by his sister fiddling with the gear shift again. She recreates the same wheezing sound from earlier, the ear-grating noise-making itself known to anyone nearby. Unfortunately, the only other person around is the monster in front of them.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Darry cries out, afraid that his sister may have lost her marbles. However, that sort of thinking is far from what the eldest Jenner siblings actually has in mind.

" Come on, you son of a bitch"

Trisha grumbles as the monster starts to walk up to them at a regular pace. Corbin's eyebrows raise in interest with her lips twitching in a barely contained grin, already having guessed what Trish is about to do.

"That's right, walk that ugly face right over here."

Trisha continues to monologue to herself as the monster continues to close the gap between them, sure of its prey's imminent demise.

"Come on."

'Just one step closer.'

Trish closes in on in itself from both terror and anticipation as the monster comes close enough.

'That's close enough, you sick bastard.'

"COME ON!"

Trisha shouts as she then switched the gear to forward and floors the accelerator. This unexpected turn of events gave the monster no time to dodge as the car rammed into him, point-blank. The impact sends him flying over the car, disarming him of his battle-ax and various knives onto the hood of the car before landing on the asphalt a few meters behind. The Jenner siblings and Corbin look behind themselves to see the fallen form of their assailant. The creature remained unmoving with its still open wounds forming a black puddle around it. 

 After a brief pause of silence, Darry is the first to speak.

" Do you think he's dead?"

In response, Trish shifts the gear into reverse to hit the gas again.

" They never are."

Then runs it over again, not minding how the bump made them all jump from their seats slightly as it was worth the sickening crunch that follows. This sends the monster's body to roll for a bit only to come to a stop when Trish runs her car over it again. And again. And again. Each hit causing the car to tremble each time from running over the body. Trish didn't want to stop, not until that unholy horror is nothing but a pulp. She knows if she allows it to live it will just come after her and her close loved ones. The son of a b*tch had it coming to it, although Trish couldn't deny the slight thrill of power she with each crunch. She briefly imagines each crunch is taking away the looming power it lorded over all of them and giving it back to them. No one else will become prey to this unspeakable horror. 

 Each crunch sends an internal shiver to go down Darry and Corbin's spine. When Trish was about to do it once more, Corbin reaches over to Trish's hand with a normal hand on the steering wheel.

"Enough, you're wasting gas at this point."

She firmly commands,  breaking Trish out of her stupor. Trish stops the car so she and everyone else could look in front of them to see the damage Trish caused. The creature lays on its stomach with tire marks clearly visible on its now flattened outstretched arm and leg. The puddle from earlier is spread all over the road, leaving more tire marks on its back and around it. It's clear that if this were a normal man, it would've already been down for the count, but this isn't the case. Oddly, upon closer inspection, the back area appeared to be writhing around just under the raggedy brown duster. The duster is then torn from the back revealing a single large veiny bat-like wing. The Jenner siblings stare in bemusement as the inhuman appendage flaps for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground next to its owner. 

"Let's get out of here."

Darry whispers to his sister. He glances over at Trish, who's still staring ahead as she tries to understand what she just witnessed. She doesn't answer her brother, her head swirling with millions of thoughts and feelings that she could just barely grasp.

'This all just seemed too unreal, it's too unreal to even be really happening... Right?'

"Trish!"

Darry snaps at his sister which seems to break her out of her musings. Trish blinks her brown eyes before starting the engine again as it wheezes and groans. Briefly, Trish fears her vehicle won't start up like so many horror movies she's seen, only for it to quickly diminish when the vehicle starts up. 

" I'm not sure how much farther this car is gonna go."

Trish looks over the gas gauge, the needle is much closer to the large E symbol than she would like. Corbin looks over at the oversize roadkill in front of them with an unreadable expression, a contrast to Darry's own befuddled one.

"Far enough."

Corbin reaches out her hand to place on Darry's shoulder, who only flinches away from the friend he thought he knew. Darry scoots as far up as he could away from her with his head facing forward as Trish runs over the creature one last time before speeding away. If he were to look behind his seat, he would've seen Corbin's hurt expression as if Darry wounded her and not the creature far behind them.

' I have a shit ton of explaining to do.'

Corbin wistfully thought to herself before shedding off her now torn hoodie, ripping up the shredded fabric into makeshift bandages for her still bleeding wounds. She pokes at the deep gash in her stomach, hissing to herself at the pain. Darry glances over at Corbin in the rearview mirror, now back to her usual appearance, as she dresses her stomach. Guilt stabs his chest at the sight of the wound bleeding through her bandages, knowing she got them defending him and his sister. She's not an enemy nor should any of the siblings treat her as such.

"I think there's some Advil in Trish's bag."

Corbin shoots Darry a small smile before digging through Trish's bag and taking out the capsule. Trish watches in the rearview mirror as Corbin downs three of the pills before getting back to her wounds. The eldest Jenner sibling grimaces at the sight of Corbin's leg with the gashes seemingly reaching bone.

"We'll take you to a hospital as soon as we can, okay?"

Corbin shakes her head as she finishes tying fabric around her lower leg.

"Doctors are nosey."

Trish responds in an unusually soft tone. 

"Still, those wounds are going to need to be looked at."

"There's no need."

Darry gulps at the implication of his friend's words, recalling the small glimpse he got of her more inhumane appearance. 

"Do you also...?"

Darry doesn't finish the sentence, the thought of his close friend eating tongues from severed heads and stitching up bodies in her home, made him want to hurl. Seeing his expression, Corbin quickly assures them.

"Not like he does,"

'Excuse me, he?'

Trish interrupts the blonde, who gives an annoyed glance at her. Thinking back, Trish supposes the thing resembles a man, so it would make sense it'd be male in whatever species it is. 

'Does that mean... NOPE!'

Trish doesn't dwell on that thought, shaking her head to dislodge it from her brain. She did not wanna think of all its parts that a male humanoid would have, instead, she asks her friend. 

"What are you exactly?"

Corbin only gives a shrug in response. 

"I don't know, I just know that I am Corbin. I feed on humans, yes, but I do it to live not live to eat."

A weary expression cross covers her entire face, making the seemingly young woman they've been traveling with closer to her true age. Without her usual hoodie, both Jenner siblings are able to observe the hard-earned muscles that made up her body, making her bulkier than one would think at first glance. Lying beside her is the tail Darry saw earlier, only now he knows it belongs to her. The tail being fairly long and covered in the same black scales Darry saw earlier, however, it had two black fins parrel on either side at the end of the tail. When Darry reaches out to touch it, finding it to be smooth with a texture similar to pliable leather. 

"It's actually kinda cool that you have one, Cor."

Corbin gives a chuckle in response, her smile almost contagious to the youngest Jenner sibling.

"Thanks."

A more comfortable silence befalls the trio as Trish continues her mission to find help.

"Since we can't take ninja girl to the hospital, the next best thing is to go to the police."

Darry and Corbin give Trish a doubtful expression to which she rolls her eyes at.

"Come on, they most likely have a phone so we can call mom and dad. And we're going to need to report that lady's death."

That gets the both of them to make sounds of agreement, to which Trish holds her head high over. Darry reaches for his bag in the back, taking out his college sweatshirt before handing it to Corbin.

"Here, can't go into a police station looking like you were in a death battle."

Corbin takes the clothing item from Darry's hand.

"Haha, but that fight did leave me peckish. I might just have to eat you."

Darry gives an awkward chuckle in response while his friend put on the shirt that was baggy over her figure. 

"You're kidding right?"

Corbin only gives a grin in response with her green eyes shining with mirth. Trish then piques up over her shoulder, just able to spot building lights not too far ahead.

"You better be, or I WILL kick your ass myself."

Everyone bursts out in laughter over Trish's quip. The Jenner siblings witnessed a horrid monster eat a human tongue with his own teeth; move faster than they could keep track of; saw their close friend go toe to toe with him, who very much proved to be as dangerous; ran the creature over and then saw it had wings; then their close friend confessed to not even being human; yet, here Trish is a regular human girl, threatening to kick Corbin's ass if she were to eat her brother like she just forgot Corbin isn't even human. Call them crazy, but in this sort of situation, what's not to laugh about?

A/N: Dun Dun DUN! Corbin isn't actually human after all! Hope y'all enjoy this character so far. Comments, reblog, and likes are appreciated. Also you can find the original and its sequel on Wattpad under my username, JazzyHands02

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[arithecreatorsstuff]

Oops. Uh... Sorry?

The one-eyed one man wrecking crew stalked through the rain drenched streets and alleys, looking for someone. Unbeknownst to him... a man in black was stalking him. The sort of man even the most determined of boogeyman would avoid.

The one-eyed man's target was a few meters ahead, outside of a Cafe. She was a young woman, a bit short, trim, dark blue hair, and about to go inside.

"Bugger. I'll have to try again later, I'm late and she isn't gonna come out. Pay had better be worth it." One-Eye storms off. Curious as to what the young woman had done to attract the notice of such a brute, the Man in Black lurked quietly under a convenient dark awning in view of the door. He was next door, and could see the young woman buy a drink to go. She paid, and stepped back outside.

The Man in Black walked up behind her, cloaked in the darkness. The young woman pivoted, and slashed at him with a knife. She stopped herself just before the strike could land.

"Oops. Uh, I'm sorry. I thought you were the One-Eyed weirdo."

"You did not strike me, it is fine." The Man in Black offers a hand. "I am called Bi-Han. Are you in danger?"

"Romashka, and I'll be fine, thank you. He tries to kidnap me at least once a week, but never succeeds."

"Accurate for the Black Dragon. It is clear you are not safe, I am walking you home."

"Normally, I'd protest, but I doubt that would work, would it?" Bi-Han shakes his head no. "As you like, then. Might I suggest going the long way? It's about two blocks longer, but it's probably less risk. As you say, it's not safe here."

"Wise. Shall we go?" He offers his arm, and she accepts. They walk, making quiet small talk. Romashka leans her head on his shoulder. They reach her home, and are standing on her front steps.

"Thank you for being so kind, Bi-Han. Would you like to come in?" He pauses before he answers.

"I should not, but I often do things that I should not." While his face was hidden by his helm, there was a hint of mischief in his voice. She smiles, and unlocks the door. They walk in through the kitchen to the living room.

"I think, for going out of your way tonight on my behalf, I owe you at least an apology drink. Please, have a seat on the sofa, and I'll be back shortly." He was about to tell her she didn't need to apologize, but she was already back in the kitchen, door closed. A clatter of pots and pans, running water, rummaging in the refrigerator, and various cooking sounds were heard. While Romashka was busy elsewhere, Bi-Han glanced at the room around him.

It was... not what he expected to a degree. While she did have a computer, there didn't seem to be a TV. There were a lot of books, ranging from herbal medicine to home repair to books on philosophy, more than a few science fiction and fantasy titles, and... a whole wall shelf of horror titles. On top of the shelves, nestled on an old battered hardcover of "'Salem's Lot", was a large ginger cat, snoring loudly. One fluffy yellow-orange foot dangled off the edge.

Romashka came back a moment later, carrying a tray with two ceramic cups, and a small fondue set. There was the handle of the ladle poking out of its slot. Whipped cream, marshmallows, and shaved chocolate were also there.

"Sorry I don't have anything more... adult. I typically am not a big drinker."

"You attempt to stab me, and then bring me home for hot chocolate? You are adorable."

"Not the compliment I was expecting, but... thank you, Bi-Han. Do you prefer whipped cream or marshmallows?"

"Cream." Awkward pause. "That... sounded better in my mind." Romashka laughs, and prepares his drink. She sprinkles a little shaved chocolate on top, and hands him the drink. There's a straw in it. This makes him chuckle softly. The deep rumble wakes up the ginger cat, whom tumbles to the floor. The cat sits up, and blinks at them in confusion. Then proceeds to deathglare them after they laugh.

"That's Old Toby. He came with the house when I bought it, back then he was Young Toby. He's a strange little lump of fur, but he's mine."

"He is... something. He came with the house?"

"Not as part of the deal, but when I toured the place before I bought it he snuck in with me, annoying the realtor. She tried shooing him out, but a tiny kitten has a lot of good hiding options. I had just finished a pretty major project, and had enough to buy the house from royalties alone. I write for a living, mostly video games. My dad says that's not real writing, but he's not a video gamer. He has no idea. Anyway, I closed on the house that afternoon, then took a trip to the local pet shop on my way back. And he's been here ever since. He's a lazy boy, never caused a lot of havoc even as a kitten. But, he's also the easiest editor I ever worked with."

The rest of the evening is spent in pleasant small talk, sipping hot chocolate. Midway through his second cup, Romashka starts to yawn. He sets down his cup, and stands up. He stretches.

"It is late. I should go. Thank you for the hot chocolate, Romashka."

"Oh. Wow... let me walk you to the door, Bi-Han." They walk through the kitchen. Before she opened the door, Romashka felt him grab her hand.

"I enjoyed meeting you, Romashka. Thank you. I will be seeing you more often."

"I bet that usually sounds a lot more threatening, but somehow I'm not frightened in the least. In fact... I look forward to it. I'm starting to like you, Bi-Han. Come by when you can." She steps closer to him, gently wraps her arms around his shoulders. Bi-Han pauses a moment, then... hugs her back. After a moment, they let go.

"Goodnight, Romashka."

"Goodnight, Bi-Han." She opens the door, he steps out. Wonders never cease... he might have made an actual friend. Bi-Han heads out into the night.

[jinleebelee]

Can I just say that one of my ocs. Nolin has like oh my god. I can't stop thinking about him.

Like I can't stop thinking about how he reacts to tk. Like nolin is very. veryyy cocky. Of course not too cocky unless ya get o. His bad side but cocky in that annoying big brother way. Like he's 21 and acts like a total goof. Always trying to get a rise out of someone. Especially a cwrtain someone who knows of his weakness will use it against him if he's pushing it too far.

Like oh ny god he's so cuuute when he laughs. Like it's adorble. To put in ref, it's like jefferys laugh from fucking pyscho dad. He sounds like the joker or a hyna it's adorble.

Like holy shit his weak spot his is stomach right and let me just say right now Nolin is very, VERY powerful but once use tk against he just runs. So like if you chasing him his comcy side will come out sometimes but once ya have all pinned hell be all like begging and trying to make q deal with you. But this Boi lies a lot. Like a lot lot. Infact he if he lies you immediately believe him cause like thats one of his powers AHOWVER THEIR IS AWAY TO TWLL WHEN HES LYING BUT IRS VEEY VERY HQRD TOO DO.

But juet AAHHHH and oh my god as a ler. He has a friend in the community and when he found out he was totally cool with it but he made sure to fluster his siren friend to the brink. He even grabbed his friends phone to look around abojt whike wrecking him to see what the community has to offer. He's a smug guy alright so of course he found out pretty much everything about thr community. He actually made a list of tk tools when he found put abojt it to buy some. And yes he did infact tell his other friend about it.

Like those two. I don't wanna say the other friends name but she's cat hybrid have tkrd this siren for as long as they could remember and once they both found out they absolutely went to town on that info. But of course they did have a quick moment of seriousness because the siren thought they were weird put EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE BOTH PLAYING UP THE MEAN LER but they made sure to let him know so his anxiety wouldn't edge him over and then they both went to town.

Oh and he does have a little sister she's around (quote on quote cause she stopped aging) 12. She also knows about nolins weakness now she isn't tk anymore but she will mention spots that get him going if shes feeling "evil" specially if the said person has been getting messed wkth nolin for a long time and hqve no clue on how to get him back.

But she knows how and so does his other friend. Which I'll say soul. And nolin oh boy does he know when he fucked up with soul. They were both in the mafia at one point and despite soul beinf human and nolin being well not human to put in simple terms. They both have extreme stamina. So let's say nokin screws up and souk will just say in a deep voice "you have five seconds to run" now two things will happen. Nolin eill immediately bolt jumping a window or breaking a door just to flea or hell get cokcy and think soul isn't being serious but once realizing she is he bolt. Now this chase can last FOR HOURS- ok for FUCKING HOURS. But don't worry Nolin always gets caught stops whayever hes doing for a week or two and then goes right back to annoying people playfully. What can I say he never learns.

I'd say he has a hate like relationship with tk. But he's just sees as a playful thing or torture if he's being punished. But as long as people don't ya know go too far with it then he's mostly OK with it. Though he'll be absolutely be a flustered mess-

[shadow-bonnie37]

The Wizard of Oz AU Headcanons

Okay OZ-holes! Listen up, please don't take this TOO seriously. This doesn't entirely match up with the Wizard of Oz movie or books. M'kay, with that said, try not to panic over my Headcanon for the rulers of the Land of Oz. North, East, South, West and even Mista' Great and Terrible themselves.

Griffin of the North - To be completely honest, Griff is a total Fluttershy. His nervousness is usually what gets him wrecked, although he doesn't get tickled very much. But if he does, it's Gwendolyn who tickles him the most, on 2 conditions: Do it in private and be gentle. He's not the best ler or as good as Gwen. But sometimes, Gwen will invite him to practice tickling her or (most likely) to assist with wrecking Helga and Estello. As for his acquaintance with Otto, well... uh... let's just say that Griff is "working on" getting to know them. As in, Otto's intimidating people, even though they're doing something friendly, rude, or ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

Worst spots are bust, neck, and armpits. Will immediately blush before, during, and after the wrecking, for him or someone else.

Estello of the East - Oh my goodness, where do I even begin?! Estello is an S-Tier, rude selfish 21 year old dude with a wicked jealous attitude. He's definitely a Ler, with his most common targets being his sister: Helga, and Griffin (on occasion). Estello tried to attack both Gwen and Otto, but both flunked... bad. He stands no chance against Ms. G as the Lee, as for Otto... we'll say that had similar results: Massive Ls across the board. Womp womp. Who could expect Otto to be so skilled in the art of DODGING?

Worst spots are behind his knees, hips, and soles of his feet. Won't hesitate to fight back in merciless fashion, but it'll be difficult to focus when he's being a target.

Gwendolyn (Gwen or Ms. G) of the South - This witch isn't usually one to partake in tickling, but when she allows Griffin to wreck her, she won't fight back. What? She wants him to be able to bite back and not be attacked once in a while. Estello and Helga are her main targets, because they bother her and Griff. As for Otto, she doesn't mind having them around, as long as they don't mind using their powers less often in her city.

Her thighs are the worst spot thus far. Griffin can decent reaction from her by massaging her scalp and ears, during which she'll emit a slight purring. She'll be gentle with her opponents... as long as they're willing to behave.

Helga of the West - Unlike her brother: Estello, the 19 year old Helga is a very big fan of stealth and socializing. As a Ler, she's always lucky to have Estello close by to help out or act as a target. Although it won't hurt to tease Griffin for being a scaredy cat, but Gwendolyn is not making the game easy. Rumor has it that Helga blossomed emotions within Otto, but what we do know is that she did get wrecked by Mista' Great and Terrible and quickly retaliated against them... and surprisingly got let off easy.

Worst spots are the soles of her feet, hips, and spine. Will use her nails to tickle others, or any tools she can find. Helga's really playful for a Lee and Ler, and having been acquainted with the Wizard, she's started to come back to them for more interaction.

Otto of Oz (Mista' Great and Terrible) - Not a lot is released on their majesty's tickle spots outside of the Emerald City, until recently in an episode of their Ask Otto variety gameshow secretly broadcasted on the West Side's cable channels. In the episode, Otto says "It's funny for me to say because I, myself happen to be ticklish too." Before a commercial break, they say, "Hoho, Fancy that! I have ticklish hands!" And later admits on live television, "Golly, let's see where I'm ticklish... I don't like to yak about it (too much), but I'll share it with one word: EVERYWHERE!" But the MOST shocking part of this episode is that when Helga guest starred in it, she got to tickle Otto in front of the audience. Helga and Mista' Great And Terrible's reactions implies that what they weren't joking about being "ticklish everywhere".

Aside from the Witches and Warlocks, Otto loves making other creatures laugh, and that includes their own citizens of the Emerald City, Sky Folk, and their younger brother: Lieutenant O. Using partial Seraphim Magic isn't off the table, but Otto can make floating copies of their gloves, seltenvogel feathers, spiral brushes and (for some reason) back massagers. They may shy about the topic, but they're brilliant at tickling, suppose it's safe to say that Otto had enough practice on their lieutenant and vice very much versa.

Lieutenant O told Emerald Insider that Otto's worst spots are their belly, toes, rump, sides and the aforementioned hands (despite being "ticklish everywhere"). And for each spot, it appears that Otto has a different style of laughter they emit in response. (Ex: For their sides, Otto will belt silly, contagious giggling. For the toes, a more high pitched, dolphin-like cackling will be heard).

Otto later said that their belly was in fact their 'favorite' spot to be tickled, because in their words, "Helga targeted the spot, and managed to coax a genuine snorting giggle from me. Sure, I might've been a teensy bit embarrassed then, but looking back now makes me smile. The lesson that day? Never be afraid to have a good laugh... even if you snort!" And if you're wondering, yes, their majesty can snort, all it takes is patience and a raspberry or two.