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gachawolfiebloom · 3 months ago

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Two Hearts In The City of Love

Chapter 12: Mr Puzzles' Amazing Couples Game Show Fanatic

Cover made by me and Puzzlevision selection is from Smg4. Please do not repost artwork.

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"Hello and welcome ladies and gentlemen! As always, it's your favorite TV host Mr Puzzles here! Now I know our last gameshow didn't quite go according to plan now did it?"

One of the members in the audience asks "Yeah, didn't you flip out and complete destroy the show because you were jealous of that red, fat, Italian guy?"

"NO! *Ahem* No...we just had a little programming malfunction with our games. But fear not! For this new show will feature all new kinds of games that couldn't possibly be ruined. And you wanna know why? MARIO WON'T BE PLAYING! That's right everyone. We've got all your favorite contestants, invited back for a new show I'm calling: Mr Puzzles' Amazing Couples Game Show Fanatic!"

Mr Puzzles clapped his hands and everyone he had trapped, except Mario appeared. Bob got all territorial and asked "UM EXCUSE ME? WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?" Mr Puzzles took out a sheet of paper and said "Now let's layout the rules. Each couple will compete in a activity that I have set to test their intelligence (if they even have it ), their physical abilities, and how well they are willing to go for each other."

"What do you mean? We aren't couples." Tari quizzically asked when Mr Puzzles butted in and yelled "YOU ARE NOW!" He clapped his hand and divided 2 partners at each station. Smg3 looked confused as hell until he turned and saw who he was partnered with. "Oi! We're not a couple!" Smg4 did the same as he blushed up a storm and awkwardly avoided looking at Three.

Meggy and Tari also felt awkward when they saw that they were paired up with each other, but neither one was a blushing mess like Four was. Bob stomped his foot down and yelled "I REFUSE TO WORK WITH THIS GREEN BOOGER! I WOULDN'T DATE BOOPKINS IF HE WAS THE LAST FISH ON EARTH! PAIR ME UP WITH BIRDO INSTEAD!"

(Sidenote: I DO NOT SHIP BOB AND BOOPKINS. I JUST SEE THEM AS BEST FRIENDS. NOTHING ELSE.)

Mr Puzzles started to get irritated and nervously laughed. "Don't pay any attention to him folks. I think he's too shy to admit his feelings." The audience let out a couple Awwwww's. Bob was getting really angry and began complaining "HE'S LYING! I'M NOT GAY! I'M STRAIGHT! NOT GAY NOT GAY NOT GAY NOT GAY!" Mr Puzzles put a hand over his mouth and said "One moment please." He whispered "I know you're not gay Bob, but I ran out of contestants and I need a third team. Can't you just roll with it."

As he went back to addressing the audience, Bob kept chanting "NOT GAY NOT GAY NOT GAY-" Mr Puzzles facepalmed and announced "I almost forgot! Whoever scores the most points gets a sPeCiAl pRiZe!" Everyone immediately stopped their belly aching and became incredibly interested. Bob finally shut up and said "ANYTHING FOR MONEY!"

Three swung an arm over Four as he became even more flustered. "Forget what I said. We're the best couple and we're going to crush you all!"

"U-Um...Three can you not?"

Meggy got a serious look on her face and yelled "No way! Me and Tari are the best duo!" Tari thought it was a sweet compliment and didn't even pick up on how Meggy didn't mind letting the audience see them as a couple.

The crowd erupted into excited cheers as Mr Puzzles went back to his happy self. "Alright everyone! First up we have-" He felt a tug on his sleeve as Luigi nervously asked "Uhh...what do I do? I...I don't have a partner." Mr Puzzles noticed that since he didn't cast Mario in this episode so now Luigi didn't have anyone else. "Oh Luigi, you have the most important job of all!" He brought him over to a discount whiteboard and handed him a marker. "You will keep track of scores. Making sure that each team gets the amount of points I say they earn."

"Oh that sounds like fun! I can do that!" Luigi began humming to himself as he made a column for each team. "Wonderful! Now that that's all figured out, we can finally beg-"

"Um can I take a bathroom break! My face feels hot!" Four raised his hand. Mr Puzzles was getting really irritated with all the interruptions, just like his last game show. He turned around with his scary, realistic face and yelled "NO! SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!" Four immediately slumped down in his seat as the audience went silent and Mr Puzzles felt all eyes glued onto him.

"I-I mean...Sorry Smg4, but the show has started already. But don't worry, you'll be an excellent team player. Maybe you'll even win the prize..."

"Now about we start with-"

The sounds of Italian gibberish echoed on stage as Mr Puzzles raised an eyebrow. "Huh...that's strange. But let's cont-"

More gibberish noises that sounded closer as Mr Puzzles angrily said "Whoever that is, please stop so everyone can enjoy the show." The person that was making the annoying sounds didn't stopped. It almost sounded like it came from the audience. Mr Puzzles then froze when he realized something. "Oh crap...I made sure Mario wasn't a contestant, but I never checked to see if he was an audience member!" Sure enough, Mario rushed down from his seat onto stage and said "Oh boy! Oh boy! Mario wants to play games!"

Mr Puzzles virtually tore his eyes out and politely tried getting him to go back to his seat. "Oh sorry Mario, but we have no available contestants for you to partner up with." Mario shook his head and pointed at him. "Mario can play with you TV guy!" Mr Puzzles quickly shot back "No way Mario! The host doesn't play the games and I would never be in a romantic relationship with you!"

"WELL I WOULD NEVER BE IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP WITH BOOPKINS, BUT YOU'RE MAKING ME PLAY!"

"Shut up Bob! And Mario...GO BACK TO YOUR SEAT!" He then asked "Can Mario at least stay up here and watch?"

"NO!"

"Pretty please..."

"No!"

"Pretty please with spaghetti and meatballs on top..."

"Ugh. Fine. But only because we need to get the show started. However, you will not make a sound and you will not move from that spot over there!" He pointed to a far off corner that was almost off stage, but Mario didn't mind. "Yippee!" He hopped over to his spot and hummed to himself, head in hands, excitedly awaiting the first game. "Sorry for the delay folks. Let's get started with our first game."

Trivia Time!

"For this game, you must answer questions of different categories that are randomly selected each turn. The team with the most points wins!" Three moved his hand close to the buzzer, ready for the moment he got the answer. Bob also did the same and Tari looked nervously between their tension. Four had managed to calm down and his competitive spirit was ready to knock his components into the ground.

Mr Puzzles picks up a card from the Entertainment category (no surprise that was the first one) and stars reading "Question 1: In-"

"Oooo can Mario play! Mario is great at guessing games!" Mr Puzzles gave him a cold stare and said "AS I WAS SAYING, In the show F.R.I.E.N.D.S, what was the name of Rachel's colleague that worked at Bloomingdale's in Season 3." Bob and Three buzzed in at the same time when both answered at the same time.

"THE UGLY DUDE."

"Mark Robinson!"

Mr Puzzles made a wincing sound and said "Ohhhh sorry Bob. These answers must be clear and specific so Smg3 gets the point."

"CRAP!" Bob pouted while Three and Four pointed and laughed at him. "You can't beat the true F.R.I.E.N.D.S fan!" He made a flirty look at Four when saying that. Mr Puzzles took out a another card from a different category and said "Question 2: What is-" but was interuppted again when that annoying Italian voice whined "Cooommmeee onnnnn! Let Mario answer this question! He'll be quiettt ifff youuu doooo!"

Mr Puzzles was already ready to kick him out when he looked down at the question and said "Ohhh sureeee." Mario cheered and scooted in with Meggy and Tari. "Hello girls! You don't mind if Mario joins your team do you?" Tari gladly replied "Sure!" Meggy quickly stopped her and informed her teammate "Tari, he doesn't know any answers to these questions." Mario gave her an offended look. "Sure Mario does! Just watch!"

"Question 2: What is the square root of 9?"

Mario buzzed in with his nose and yelled "21!" A bzzt sound played as Mr Puzzles made a fake gasp and said "I'm sorry, but that is incorrect. -1 points for team Megari!" Luigi put a negative point on their score and made a gesture over to the girls that he was sorry. Mario stood up and said "WAT! That's bullcrap! Mario totally got the answer right! He has 1000000 IQ!" Meggy hissed "Mario...get down and go back to your seat."

"NO! The mean TV man is being unfair!" He launched towards Mr Puzzles and yelled "This game is rigged! Mario demands vengeance!" He took the rest of the cards and burned them down with a blowtorch. "HAH! Mario wins now! Hehehehehehehe!" He smugly went back to sitting at the corner and was contempt on seeing how Mr Puzzles would hold up the show now. Mr Puzzles got up and saw the cards were now burnt to ash and he started nervously sweating. "N-Not t-to worry audience. I-I always have some spare cards." He took out a piece of paper and scribbly wrote down a question.

"Now this last one should be easy. What is the weather like today?" Tari instantly knew the answer and buzzed in. "I know! It's-" Mr Puzzles quickly turned to the boys and declared "That's right Smg4! It's sunny! Smg4 wins the game!"

"B-But I didn't-"

"NEXT GAME!"

Outstanding Obstacles

Mr Puzzles teleported them all to an insane obstacle course with hoops, pits, and beams. "In order to beat this game, both opponents must safely cross to the other side that is marked with the handy flag." He pointed way across where a tiny checkered flag was waiting in the safe zone. "We have to cross that!?" Tari cried out in fear. A little thing Mr Puzzles forgot to mention was that there was fire, swinging weapons, and many other deadly traps sprinkled along the way. Bob didn't care. He ran towards it, singing "GIVE ME THE MONEY!" and flung himself straight into the middle, where he was pierced by arrows and got a sword stuck in his head. He evaporated as an X appeared on screen and the announcer yelled "DEAD."

Mr Puzzles laughed and said "Oopsie! Looks like Bob is eliminated from the rest of the show! Sorry Boopkins, but you can't play without a teammate so you're disqualified too." He snapped his fingers when Boopkins was right in the middle of a sentence. "Wait...what-" He began evaporating as well as he screamed himself out of existence. "Now for our two remaining teams, good luck!" Meggy and Three lined up against each other, both wanting to prove their athletic skills. Four and Tari were nervous from all the deadly contraptions. When the horn went off, Three and Meggy ran lighting fast through the course while Four and Tari barely ducked out of the way of swinging maces.

"Ooooo can Mario join in!" Mr Puzzles angrily turned around and yelled "NO! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" Mario grumpily crossed his arms, but then got an idea. When Mr Puzzles wasn't looking, he tiptoed past him into the obstacle course.

Tari carefully jumped over a pit when she saw a bazooka firing straight at Four. "Look out!" Four turned and saw the missile hurdling towards him as he shut his eyes and prepared for the worst. Instead the missile just stopped, crying "Ohhhhh nooooo!" and poofed. That was strange. He saw Three and Meggy leaving without them and cried "Oi! You guys know that if we die, you lose right?" Both of them stopped, realizing he had a point.

Tari was dangling over a pit of fire. "I'm coming Tari!" Meggy yelled as she ran over to help her up. "Are you okay?" Tari breathed heavily as Meggy pulled her in for a hug of comfort. "Don't worry. You're safe now." Three saw his chance to go, but saw Four trembling as the weapons were coming by the bucket full. He groaned and went back to grab him. The slight hand touch made him flinch as he stuttered "S-Sorry...did you get hurt?"

"No. I'm okay. Thanks for coming back for me."

Mr Puzzles was sitting back in a chair, munching on popcorn and watching through binoculars. It seemed like the show was going really well with emotion, drama, and suspense, except one contestant didn't belong. "MARIO!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE!" He was running past the two teams, flashing the loser sign at Mr Puzzles when he saw the flag in sight. "YIPPEE! Mario is gonna win!" Mr Puzzles quickly snapped his fingers when he saw Mario was only a few feet from the finish.

He reached his hand out to grab the flag when the floor fell out from over him and he evaporated back to his seat in the corner. The rest of the contestants fell through the floor, but luckily Smg4 was the closest to the finish line. "Wonderful! Smg4 has done it again! Add some more points on the board Luigi!" Four hazily holds his head as he says "I think my brain just committed SUICIDE." The green Italian happily nodded as he added more points to their score, but Mario stole the marker for him and gave himself infinite points.

"HAHA! Mario wins the game now!" Mr Puzzles stole the marker back and yelled "MARIO DOES NOT WIN THE GAME! SMG4 IS SUPPOSED TO WIN! YOU WEREN'T EVEN A CONTESTANT IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

Mario points a finger in his face and says "So you admit it! These games are rigged! Bad TV man is a stinky cheater!" Mr Puzzles looks over and sees that the crowd was starting to boo him. "No no no no! I'm not cheating!" He clenches his fists and storms over to Mario. "I am finishing this show and nobody is going to stop me! Not you! Not anyone!" He takes some chains and locks and tied them around Mario, kicking him into the corner.

"FINAL GAME!"

Truth or Dare

"To play this game, all you have to do is give an honest answer to any question that an audience member asks or whatever they dare you to do. IS THAT ALRIGHT WITH EVERYBODY!" He creaks his head over to Mario and narrows his eyes at him. The Italian looked at him with a glazed look in his eyes. "Okay great! Who would like to ask the first question?" One guy in the back immediately raises his hand. "Yes. What is your question?"

"I dare Smg3 and Smg4 to recreate the 6:50 minute of snow trapped!"

Both boys immediately tense up and their faces become red and hot. "Uhhh...." Mr Puzzles doesn't pay attention to their awkwardness as he claps his hands and a igloo drops down. "Well you heard the audience. Climb in and do your thing!" Four and Three don't say a word, but they slowly begin backing up. Mr Puzzles stops them and throws them in, blocking the entrance with snow. "See you later~"

"Now then, do we have any questions for the girls!" Another audience member raises his hand and asks "What is Meggy and Tari's favorite bonding activity?" Before the girls can answer, them and Mr Puzzles hear a suspicious thud. It starts to speed up as Mr Puzzles swivels his head around to find Mario humping the igloo. "Come on! Come on! Mario wants to see the gays making out! Commmeee onnnnnn!" Mr Puzzles anger goes through the roof as his body turns a bright red and his TV box begins to fume.

"THAT'S IT! MARIO IS DISQUALIFIED!" He slaps Mario so hard that the igloo and Three come with him, the three of them crashing into Meggy and Tari. Mr Puzzles stands in shock for a few seconds and says "Well it took some time, but we finally have a winner! Smg4 wins the sPeCiAl pRiZe!" He grabs Four and tells him "Now let's go see what it is!" He used a remote to open a hole in the wall and begins pushing Four towards it.

The rest of them just sat there flabbergasted. "He didn't really win did he Luigi?" Three asked. Luigi stood there, staring at a broken board and shrugged. "I guess...he did?" Mario instantly recovered and saw the two heading into the prize room. "Oh boy! Oh boy! Mario wants to go see the prize!" He sneaks into the secret compartment, unknown to Mr Puzzles.

He excitedly awaited the grand prize, expecting it to be a never-ending spaghetti maker or something. Instead he was met with a dark room that was completely empty. Well...not exactly. Mr Puzzles led Four up to a scary looking machine. "Is...is this the prize?" Four nervously asked. "It sure is! And it's all yours!" He flipped a switch and two giant claws grabbed onto Smg4's arms. "Hey! What the-" They dragged him up as Mr Puzzles snickered.

This wasn't at all what Mario expected. He tried to run back out the door, but it closed on him. Mr Puzzles said in a cold tone "You see, I had to make you win somehow. I needed you."

"W-Why do you n-need me?"

"Oh, for something far important. From now on, you will serve me as my partner."

"WHAT!?"

"Thank you Smg4 for everything."

That was the last thing he said before he pressed a button and a wave of electricity shocked through his body. "AHHHHHHH!!! STOP IT!" Mario couldn't do anything, but watch as his best friend was tortured by Mr Puzzles. His relentless screaming. The increasingly inflicted amounts of pain. What...What exactly did Mr Puzzles want with Smg4? Why was he trying to capture him all this time?

"STOP IT PLEASE! Ş̶̨̤̫̞͖̃̔͒̃̎̓̍̅͛͆͠T̴̳̞̭̘̥́Ò̸̠͔̮̹̯͇̻͈̯̼̲̈̃́͋͛͗̄̎̕͜P̵̮̰̫͎̱̈́́͊ ̸̭̻̼͕͍̱̳̝͌͋͗̔̔́̈́̇̃̓̓̑͜͝I̶͈̹͚̫̭̞̙͕̞͑̇͐̇̌̀̓͗̆T̴̡̢̜̣̞̩̼̞͎̲̬͖̖͛̈́̓̾ͅ ̸̨̬͈͓̞̝̳̼͚̓̇��S̷̨̰̰̮̝̯̺͔̭͕͉̐́͒̒̉̓̿͜͝Ť̷̳̞̰̇̎̆̀͋͐̏́͛̎̽̈̓͝Ȍ̴̧͓̭͑̐͜P̵͙̳̔̃̌ ̸̧̱̦͙̬̗̝̗̞̲̗̳̮̘̋́͂̈́̋̐͊͐̈́̆̈́͂͑͘͝Ḯ̴̧̧͈̮͓̫͎̙̼͔̖̪̇̑͘͜T̴̮̟̜͍͎̮̜̗͉̽̐̎̔̌͂̂̃̚ ̴̳͈̻̤͖̲̫̝̘̗̫̘̜̫͌̒͐̈́̓͗́̀̋͊̌͝S̷̢̬̜̤̝͈͔̪͙͔̫͈͗̈́͂͒̎ͅT̶̛͉̯̾̓̀͜Ǫ̶̜̔̿̃̍͝P̸̨̫̭̱̲̮̞͍̳̺̑͜ ̷̢̃̑̄͐̓͊̎̊I̶̧͍̲̍͋͘T̷͕̭͚͇͖̲̝͖̬̪̩̦̿͐̀̇͋̎̀ ̸̨̳͙̥͚̝̼͓͕̘̻̰̗͛̈́̓͛͗̀͝͝S̷̡̛͙͙̻͚͖̞̮͎͉̓͆̉͂̉͂̅͜T̴͚̮̝͉̲̿̑̾͋͒̇̆͘͠Ơ̴̢͔̩̜͖̫̲̬̬̪̼͂̍̈́͂̅̈́̐̔̕P̴̺̰̪̣̩͉̘͎͈̬͍̭̯̤͐̇̏̈́̋̓̈́̈́͗̄̀̓͝ ̸̢̢̜̳̟̫̥̖̱̭̜͇̩̐̒͐̄̉̿̍͆̊͗̏̉̈́̚ͅͅI̷̛̥͉̤̰͎̩̔́̅̅͋́́̍ͅT̸̥̮̯̫̙̪̝̯̟̭̻͚͇̈́̅̉̓̓̃͌̂̄͊̈́̑̑̇!̶̭̣͇̤̮̘͉͙͌̊̇͊̽̾̈́̍̀͐͋͑͝͝"

E̵n̸d̶ ̷o̶f̸ ̴S̴i̴m̶u̶l̵a̸t̴i̶o̸n̸.̸

W̵h̶a̷t̵ ̷d̸i̶d̸ ̶y̶o̶u̷ ̶t̶h̵i̶n̴k̶ ̷o̶f̸ ̷T̸o̸d̸a̴y̶'̴s̸ ̷E̸p̷i̵s̵o̴d̴e̶?̷

Chapter 13: PuzzleVision's Grand Finale

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #smg43 #smg4 x smg3 #tari #tsundere #love confession #luigi #mario #meggy #paris #romance #comedy

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lizaluvsthis · 11 months ago

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What got you to start drawing the boys do you take requests? Cause I like the cafe au

IT MIGHT SEEM CRAZY ON WHAT IM BOUT TO S-

When I said I've been a SMG4 fan for 4 years, I left the channel for i dunno how many weeks or months has it been. Then one day I saw WOTFI 2023 recommended in my youtube page and was.

"Wotfi 2023? But I thought- wait- who are these characters again?"

Turns out I forgot that Ive only seen SMG4 and SMG3's (cocomelon ass) designs during wotfi 2022 where it was both of their first redesigns from the movie. I stopped watching for a bit cuz I got busy.

Then I came back to see they were both redesigned in a better version now. Now that I thought about "where was their second redesign then?"

So I knew that I had to binge watch every single episodes from smg4's channel right after wotfi 2022

I then saw how much Three has changed ever since after the 2022th christmas episode.

If I were to be honest, watching igbp for the first time in my life even Mar10 day. I was about 85% sure that Smg3 worries too much for Smg4's sake.

They both are cosmically linked and three can feel what the other of his partner is feeling soooooo?

*circles both of my hands*

Three's gay. He looked fruity he felt fruity. During the movie and during right after he helped four's ass to get his channel back from running again.

It suddenly gave me some time for my brain to tell me "DUDE WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS COULD BE A HINT- THIS IS MAYBE AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS!" I responded to my brain like- HELL YEAH I'M NOTING THAT DOWN.

Cuz I cant just sit here and just "watch the movie without sayin nothin" I HAD to do something AND make analysis about it because thats what I do when I notice simple details!

So when smg3 confessed those feelings of his to Smg4 and even running to save his life back again and even after saying "we're friends!" This gave me a bit of a shock. Three. Did you know what you did? Did you realize how much it meant for smg4? Did you FORGET- that you said you and him werent friends during the 2020th wotfi?

So then after all of this time... that means smg3 has been the one and always a tsundere to smg4

Even after the castle disappeared, him and three's chemistry started going into an actual progress from both of their chemistry from the relationship.

Thats a dedication for me right there. I do it not only for fun, I do it for my wants, have, and needs.

I know its funny for a minor like me to do all of this dedicaded in just a simple job, I have all kinds of specialities to include my works and skills and use them for this fandom again from how I did to the past ones. (But those past fandoms are dead-)

Ahem- what was I talking about again? Oh right- 3 and 4... sorry got a little bit too chatty-

So I noticed even more about Smg3's notebook and was like- "gahd damn- three had his own personal notebook this whole time?! Whats even inside of it? I'm curious..." so yeah-

Now jumping to where I watched 2023 of wotfi again (twice now) to see its context about it- I was flabberGHASTED in after the "drawing" and also the mysterious tv guy whose also appearing on as the final antagonist in the modern era and a new one from the new era.

"Holysht. This is about to go bonkers for the fans making up stuff about those 'what-ifs' that smg4 made from the previous video back then. (The part where waluigi won or desti being alive)

I'm curious enough to see what happens and even if its about tv adware. Yes too.

(THERE. In November I started to become quite more invested from the fandom and decided to drop in my luggage and load out all of my junks called Info-Analysis?)

So- hello! (Again-) :D it was a pleasure meeting every and one of you all- I stopped in just to come back from the fandom that I never made commentary about but now I can ^^

I started with doodling and knowing basic anatomy and shapes of SMG3 and SMG4's design (the new one) so that I could start on doodling about them. But what I didnt expect for myself is that I had created a long time chapter of "Indigo Secret" that wasn't supposed to be there on purpose.

It was just supposed to be a "silly" comic about it from where ■■■■■■■■ to ■■■■■■■ about the problem and then the part in this that came into ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ from ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■

*BEEP*

I took myself a big motive after my blog gained 10+ followers and more notes. I thought working here 24/7 would make me feel something more for destiny and the trip!

So- yeah. Work. :) even when I'm at school I also complete my assignments and all of the shts and after that I can continue on with continuing the pages and with some cute doodles with the boys from a scenario playing through my head.

Now you have me making all of this and that ^^

Thats whay I'm popular for :)

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2nd answer...

Thank you for liking the cafe au! It means so much to the both for me and shay from the collab to move on!

I did say from my boundaries I take free art request 1 at a time only- and I could allow a second art request if I do have the time ^^

Yes I do take art request :)

(Except for-

oc-shipping with SMG3/SMG4 cuz they're both together in the au

NSFW

Some stuff that I can't approve on-)

Ask away :)

Thanks for asking me stuffs anon I really enjoy talking ^^

#lizaluv #smg34 #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #mario #smg3 coffee n bombs #shygirl4991

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lamentingocean · 9 months ago

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◇Gojo X Reader◇

+Jujitsu Kaisen Anime+

+Request by a Fellow Follower+

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Warning: adult comedy and current era trends, a bit of cuddling and warmth, some NSFW,

●Work made by ocean●

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it's a man named gojo in the world full of people with different types of curses given to them as a form, ability and power to have on their ordinary human body cannot be able to comprehend these abilities. But this man gojo is a special type of powerful used to be a god-like beings with his abilities and power used to defeat enemies so much stronger than him. his eyes are a weapon, and that weapon can make people also look at his eyes and be stuck in a neverending dimension of beauty due to his eyes looking like an ice cave. But his real abilities in them are incredible perception and control over cursed energy. but he's so attractive in that term. he looks like a white haired angel who's only power is to charm woman with his natural beauty.

he looked like a man who could look like a model. He is a man who acts gay but can also act straight at the same time. Having such sparkling eyes that make a moonlight under an ocean look pathetic. I come to terms with the fact that he's a busy man with a busy life. so I don't have time to actually spend time with him and his own business just so I can investigate his hobby and what he does a bit more. Maybe im just hallucinating. but I just want to run my hands through his swan colored hair and brush up against his soft skin no matter how dangerous he really is. it seems like I'm attracted to him, but he doesn't notice me either when we get set on a mission to eliminate much more powerful deadly curses to threaten humanity's cycle of their daily life.

I don't know. he's either trying to be funny to one of his friends, or he's oblivious to any type of strong emotion to anybody in a silent room that trait literally pissed me off since I like him more than usual. No.

I shouldn't overthink about it too much since I invited him over to come have a drink with me no matter if I'm a stranger to him. I just want to get to know me since we are basically partners in a group full of powerful curse holders, holders of much stronger domain expansions, and techniques. I'm surprised he makes death threats when he can actually kill a lot of people. but prefer not to. I'm sitting here on the couch. In my own home, with two bottles of his favorite wine.

Had to ask geto what his favorite wine or alcoholic beverage is, but we aren't gonna pay attention to that.

some fresh bought cut pineapples and strawberries mixed in a bowl, multiple movies to watch, some popcorn and pizza to eat since eating fatty foods can help with being drunk. and two blankets, one for each. Is this a date or not? surely the cost of inviting a god like being you like into your home for a drink SURELY doesn't mean a date. my mind is overthinking again about it. is my outfit likable? Would he even care about a partner he doesn't pay attention to? my mind snaps back to reality once the doorbell ran. I was excited but also nervous about impressing him. Maybe im trying too hard. He is known for being a compassionate person caring about a lot of his people, that's for sure.

That means dreaming about murder in a comedic way?

nope. I'm just too focused on a man who might not even be judgemental. my hands open the door to see that same black mask covering his eyes with a smirk having lines of being "playful" or "happy to receive an invitation to someone's house for a small drink." His greeting was full of kindness once my face had time to react to him.

"O-oh..hello gojo."

"Oh my...what do we have here? You are so red. anything wrong...?"

I felt messy so much. like..does he even notice his words are messing me up? even being blindfolded is making me screech like a drunk fangirl in a concert towards how hot he really is...other then ahem..being thin.

"N-no. I'm fine, gojo. I made a special occasion for us since this is my way of getting to know each other."

I can tell he absolutely adored the decor of this date. I don't know if he finds this is an actual date. He reached the fruit mix to dig into both a mix of pineapple and strawberry all in one single hand. He popped them in like a drug as I watched in a bit of a flustered confusion. How can this man act adorable and goofy by doing a simple thing? so I decided to sit down with him with my voice, which is mute like a YouTube video without volume.

The living room was filled with "Who is going to say the first word?" But he said something as soon as my mind starts to bubble thoughts of "does he like me?" or maybe he wants to fuck me so hard that my womb is filled with his cu-

" Y/N? Are you ok?"

my brain was sizzling so hard, it could cook a steak. he tapped my shoulder out of worry. it successfully knocked my delusional subconscious state back into the void and got me back into the reality that I oh so hate. he's, of course, worried about me, so what was I doing? reminiscing about how lust can change a person's entire perspective about sex but that isn't what I'm doing. My mind was being boiled alive, but somehow, it's back to normal. my vision blinks back to the tv, to my living room, and back to him.

"Let's watch some TV, shall we? Y-you are free to help yourself to some food on the table. It looks DELECTABLE."

"My my...having sex thoughts about me are you?"

I looked more like a makeup blush than a fruit with red on its insides. I guessed he used his ability to see through my mind, but why? Did curiosity get the best of him or he's just trying to figure out why my brain is melting like hot chocolate under a fire. either way, I was able to function enough to talk back.

"N-no, my mind had been a lot more scrambled lately than I can count. but...anyways, let's change the topic. What movies do you like?"

"...hmm.. I certainly like action and fantasy type movies."

I reached to grab the remote to pick out what movie to watch while gojo just casually ate the mixed bowl like he's a starved man. it's avengers endgame, dungeons and Dragons, star wars, and John wick on for free!? Thats a great deal.

Dispite having to pay 167 dollars for this special occasion. My money is being butt-fucked

"John wick."

"Hm? What did you say?"

"Click John wick. I only watched Chapter 2. I need to watch some more with you."

I blush slightly less red, starting to think all of this is about spending time with my own partner and not some romantic date invite unintentionally. i click on John wick only to see the darkness of my living room, have the aura be a little intimately silent to both of us. his head lay on my shoulder. The biggest once in a lifetime just started.

I saw his hand dig through his mask and take it off. Revealing his light blue orbs. the moonlight reflecting on my living room window somehow glistened his eyes to be more gorgeous than they ever were. his eyes are like a fantasy ice dimension full of shiny icy spikes all over it. it's like a whole painting full of vast blue and light blue colors to use to create a full-fledged masterpiece. His eyes look like the bottom of a beautiful hawaiian lake. I kept staring at him until I realize he's genuinely cuddling onto my arm.

I look to the screen and wonder why it's taking so long until I see my internet disconnect. But I no longer care about the internet. What I'm paying attention to is why he's cuddling with me. I guess he's stuck in a bit of a trance. probably because he's tired or he is so aroused with my warmth? my sex thoughts started to terrorize my mind once more. My blush started to return again in terms of that. he's so hot. What inch is he? does he know how to get a person active just by using words. hench forth..words aren't weak to please someone. Either if it's a boy or a girl.

my thought process shattered into a million pieces by seeing him snore on my shoulder like I'm a squishmellow. I'm guessing he's tired from being an extremely powerful sorcerer dealing with threats all day like he's a level 500 player in a video game while those threats are level 44. I reach to his waist and let him lay on my chest no matter how flustered I am. his eyes made me flinch once he blinked them twice to be half-asleep. he chuckled in a raspy voice, making my blush burn my face off by how red I was.

"Aww, look at you looking like a tanglulu strawberry. I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I kissed you a little?" This was a bit unlike him. But he fell back asleep before he can even decide.

let's lay here for the rest of the night.

( -END- thank-you so much for the love you guys give me♡)

#jujitsu kaisen

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switchbladedreamz · 2 years ago

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Choosing Me

LongHair!Frank Castle x Fem!Goth!Reader smut

Requested? Nah

Warnings? ❤️18+!!Hella fuckin smut y'all. Just fiiiiilth.

I need him to kiss me with his beard soaking wet

He cheated. Again..

"You know Ryan, you say you love me but you really don't give a shit about me. Do you?" He face turns bright red. It's his only change of expression from condescending. He straightens his tie. "Oh this again! I love you (Y/n/n). Is it your time of the month or something?" Out of the corner of my eye I see the silhouette, it's been following me all day, get closer. "Look I'm sorry I cheated, it didn't mean anything to me. Lets just forget this ever happened, we'll go to that fancy new Italian place and I'll buy you a new necklace." "Wow. It's like you're married the definition of misogyny, Jesus Christ dude. Get ahold of yourself and get your head out of your ass." I laugh, it almost sounds deranged with how pissed off I am. I turn to walk away but he grabs my wrist. I punch him square in the nose. "I have two hands dumbass, next time try to restrain them both." I mumble 'pathetic' before walking to my car. So too the silhouette moves in time.

It's three hours later and I'm crying into a bottle of wine blasting Halestorm, trying to remind myself I'm a bad bitch. A knock sounds at my door. A very beautiful face is on the other side of the door and I feel the gay panic seep in. "Hello, I'm Yelena, your new neighbor. I believe this is your mail," her ethereal green eyes squint as to read the name in the plastic viewing window of the envelope..''(Y/n)," 'my name rolls off her tongue so elegantly, beautiful.', " it was on my doorstep." She speaks in a Russian accent. I accidentally stare for a moment before finally speaking. "Ahem. Sorry! Thank you, yes. Uhm..how did you know my name?" "It's on the mail." She responds, a light laugh on the end. "Oh! Of course, how silly of me." "Is the music too loud? I'm sorry if it is, and I know a lot of people don't like metal.". Yelena has a beautiful smile, "Crank it girl, Lzzy Hale is an icon. I'll see you around." She waves. I'm stunned silent as I watch her door close. I jump over the couch and yank my phone off the aux, calling my best friend.

"Frank!! The most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life just moved in across from me. And she likes the same music I do, I'm gonna marry her.". "Jesus Christ (Y/n), I thought you was busy cryin over that Bryan prick." "Ryan, and I've been crying because I'm totally happy to be rid of his ass." "Yeah I never did like that douchebag. So. What's the chicks name? I'll see what I can get David to find, see if she's the real deal." I smile, I'm happy he cares. "She said her name was Yelena, I didn't get a last name though. She has this beautiful Russian accent but it's not too thick to were I don't know what she's saying. I don't usually go for blondes but man." "Yeah yeah I get it you're head over heels. Stay safe. Did Ron get all of his shit out of your apartment yet? You need any help with that asshole?" " I would like that, he's not a violent guy but he grabbed my wrist, it left a bruise. He'll be here in a few hours and I haven't been able to stop crying but I was a bad bitch when we last spoke now I'm a sad bitch.". "I'll be there". Before I can thank him he hangs up. He has such a way with words.

Frank arrived shortly after the phone call. He brought me flowers, ice cream, and a black throw blanket. I started to tear up "c'mon, can't have my best girl cryin over a gift. Go sit on the couch, I'll clean up and get you some food and water. Can't have that bastard catch ya slippin. He'll think he's won." I put the new blanket on top of the washer so I don't forget to wash it, I stop in the bathroom and wash my face and change out of my wet shirt.

"Heeey, there she is. Pick out a movie". Frank sets two plates on the coffee table. "Found some hamburger helper in the fridge." I hum as a response before picking Hellraiser, classic.

Halfway through the movie someone knocks on the door. Frank gets up, motioning for me to stay on the couch. I can hear the accusing tone in Ryan's voice as he's greeted with Frank's face. "Guess she hopped on the next dick that was nice to her". Frank's response meets Ryan's nose, that cracks. He screeches and I rush off the couch to stand behind Frank. "You're just going to let this APE TREAT ME LIKE THIS (Y/N/N)!?" Ryan yells. "Keep your voice down! And he can hit you once since you left a bruise on my wrist from early. Eye for an eye, bruise for a bruise shithead. Take your shit and leave." I grab the box, pretending Im going to hand it to Ryan, I let it dump to the floor in the hallway. I hear a gasp then a laugh, Yelena was in her door way. "I'm so sorry. I heard shouting and was going to check on you." That makes me smile a little.

Ryan scoffs and surprisingly he leaves without a word. With asshat out of sight Yelena breaks the silence. "Man that was awkward. But good for you, I like that you dumped the box. I would have just stabbed him." She laughs. I awkwardly laugh. "I'm kidding, you Americans." She points at us and chuckles, shutting her door. Frank and myself go back to watching Hellraiser. I hid my face in his arm as the hooks tore Uncle Frank's flesh off, I hate that part. Frank just laughs then let's me know when it's over.

After the movie ends Frank stretches, his shirt riding up. His happy trail making me happy. I can't help but shoot a quick glance to his lap then away. For some reason my dryer goes off. "Okay now put in the movie I brought." I hear Frank faintly call out. As he walks in he's carrying my new blanket, a bottle of wine, the ice cream, and two spoons. I smile and bend over to put in the movie he brought.

"I've never seen this before. Have you?". I can feel his eyes on me as I bend. "Nah ain't heard of it neither but Sarah said she thinks you'd like it and I told her I was headed over here and she let me borrow hers as long as I bring it back without a scratch." "Well cool, thanks Sarah. I'll definitely have to text her after with my review of it.".

Frank and I go back to cuddling. His presence is so comforting, I'm glad he's here with me. Frank starts to shift around, his face sort of contorted into an uncomfortable expression. "You okay Frankie?" I whisper. "I'm alright." He responds curtly. Well okay then.

Thirty minutes later and he's started shifting again, what the hell. I watch his hands go under the blanket and I catch a glimpse. Oh.

"hey Frankie" I whisper again. "Yeah what?" "Are you alright? You keep squirming around. Are you feelin okay?" I look up at him, doe eyes and all hoping he'll tell me the truth. "Quit worryin bout me and watch the movie, I'm okay." I nod my head and get up to go to the bathroom. It's there I realize why Frank was staring. I'm wearing loose shorts and...I forgot to put underwear on when I was changing into my pajamas. I go to my room and get an old pair of a different ex's jogger sweats (she was very tall) and an oversized HIM cutoff for Frank to sleep in.

Back in the living room I throw the garments at him and he catches them. "What're these (Y/n)?" "Your PJs silly, you really think I'm gonna let you drive yourself home after all the wine we've had". I slur my words the tiniest bit. "I'll get some water for us but you're still staying the night." I insist. I'm met with no retaliation from my guest.

The movie ends and Sarah was right, it was great. I pick up my phone but it's dead. Well I guess I'll text her in the morning.

I'm bent down on the floor, trying to find my charging cord under the mattress when heavy footfalls alert me of Frank's presence. I hear him mumble "fuck me" under his breath. I smile but it's swept away due to my lost cord. "hey princess is this what you're lookin for?" His voice is gruff, broken. Like he's trying to restrain himself. I get up off the ground and plop onto the bed, "yes! Thank you!" I grab it and kiss his cheek as thanks, okay maybe I'm still tipsy. I bend back over, this time on my night stand, to plug in my charger. "Damn iiit. I'm on my tiptoes and I still can't reach it. Frankie can you help me please?" He wordlessly walks over and fixes my problem. "Thank you. Would you like to take a shower before bed?" "Uh, yeah that'd be great, thanks. Towels?" "Hall closet". He nods and leaves.

Laying in my bed, trying my best to fall asleep but I can't when I can hear him. He's not loud by any means but the walls are thin. His little "fuuuuck"s or "yes just like that babygirl"s are driving me insane and insanely wet. The last thing I hear is "fuck yes, just like that (Y/n). Good girl" then the water shuts off. When the door opens, I can see Frank in my doorway. "Frank,....could you come lay with me till I fall asleep?" I ask him innocently. "I don't know if that's a good idea." "It's okay if you don't want to but I've been trying to sleep this whole time and it's weird to fall asleep to an empty bed.. I'm cold" I whine the last bit, rubbing my hands on my arms. Effectively squeezing my arms together to make my breasts pop. Another silent nod he steps in, shuts the door, and makes his way to my bed. It's then I notice he's shirtless and a couple droplets roll down his chest. Fuuuuck mee.

"good night princess" Frank whispers. "Gnight Frankie.".

I'm woken up at 5am, so my clock tells me, to grunts and being shaken. I feel something harsh against my behind when the brain fog clears and I realize what's happening. Frank's face is buried in my neck, and his cock against my ass, humping me in his sleep. "please" he whispers. It's so broken, desperate for release. I bite back a moan and rub my thighs together. It does nothing to alleviate my troubles except when I slip my hand down my shorts. I find im completely soaked when my middle finger splits my folds and runs up and down, spreading my juices. I accidentally gasp out loud as I rubbed my clit by surprise. Frank awoke with a grunt. "You okay pretty girl?" His morning voice is so hot. Then I feel the air shift. He knows. "(Y/n)." I don't answer. I'm too ashamed. "(Y/n)." He says more urgently this time. "Y-ye-ahem, yeah Frankie?". "Don't 'yeah Frankie' me right now. Just, just. Is this happening?" He stammers out. "D-do you want it to? To happen?" I turn onto my right side and face him. I had to at some point. "Yes. Do you?". I just nod. "Can I get something verbal, please?" His deep voice on edge. "I do. Please. Please Frank." Like a predator he growls and inches down bed, kissing and licking down my body as he strips me bare. With his large rough hands, grips my ankles, he pulls my center directly to his face. He doesn't stop making eye contact as his beard burns my thighs. His lips suck my clit into his mouth, the tip of his tongue swirling on my nub over and over and over. Two thick fingers languidly thrusting into me. It's all so beautiful and overstimulating. The tips of his fingers cuuurl and my toes do to, hands twisting needy in his long black locks. The grunts he makes when I tug on his hair send me. His fingers and mouth leave me and a small whiney 'nooo' leaves my mouth. Frank chuckles as he changes our position, I look up and my mind is blown. The big bad...hairy.. Punisher, towering over me and chuckling at me. "Frankie if you know one thing, it's for sure how to turn a girl on." His only response is another chuckle. His big hands pull my knees together and brings them over to one shoulder, slowly inching his member deeper into me. The girth stretching me open, nestled deep in my walls.

Frank's eyes never leave mine as he gently pulls out then pushes back in, inch by fucking inch. One arm stays wrapped around knees, his free hand pressing on my waist. Before I ask what he's doing out of nowhere his thrusts become fast and hard. I can see his cock bulging out of my stomach under Frank's hand, my eyes go wide and squeal when that hand applies pressure. "Okay baby, let me hear you". He leans his body forward, thrusting even deeper. The push and pull of his thick cock fucks my brain over, I can't think of anything. "F-Fra-fuuuck Fra-a-ank!" I cry at the top of my voice, all I get as a response is another chuckle. I roll my eyes. "Hey don't you fuckin roll your eyes at me, especially when I'm inside of you." His thrusts don't stop, it takes a lot to muster my verbal response. "You just...chuckle...it feels rude". I cross my arms to further prove my point. Really I'm just playing with my breasts. "It's." Stop, a harsh thrust. "Because." A stop, Harsh thrust. "You're" stop, harsh thrust. "So. Fucking." Two harsh thrusts back to back. "Cute!" He throws my legs open and around him, wraps his arms under me and pulls me to his chest. Plush lips trace my throat, my pulse, a bite to my jugular, a timid lick behind my ear, a nibble to my lobe. "Baby" I whimper, hushed against the shell of his ear. Gods he smells amazing, like me. It makes me feel primal, he's mine, he smells like me, mine mine mine. His hips move fluidly and slow, loving me. Choosing me. I kiss neck, my lips pressing softly to his Adams apple, my nails scratch lightly down his back. He shivers and it's my turn to chuckle. "Now you get it" Frank says before kissing my shoulder and to my chest. We end the blissful night between the sheets, holding hands. "G'night Frankie." I whisper to the darkness. "G'night baby".

#frank castle x reader smut #frank castle #the punisher x reader smut #the punisher #just pure filth

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swaglessboygirl · 6 months ago

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Hello there, girlcock anon again. I just saw your post about what you were wearing the other night and I wanna say that it sounds like you would be so cute in that outfit, especially the batman boxers. I'd love to hold you down and take those off of you. I'd admire how fucking soaked you'd get as my perverted hands roam your body before raping your adorable boycunt with my girlcock like I love to do so much. And no, I wouldn't care if you protested that you're gay and that you don't like women. In fact, it'd make me even harder. I'm gonna make you love my girlcock so that you can worship it like a good tboy is supposed to do.

EEEEEE hey :DDD

i mean *ahem*

oh my god nooooo~ p-please dont~

(no but seriously oh my god id be so squirmy, i'd be quietly whispering for you to stop, but i'd be soooo wet, because this T horny im going through is insatiable, and soon i'd be this bouncing little doll letting out quiet little whimpers. maybe i'd beg you not to cum inside me, and when you inevitably do, maybe that's when i start freaking out. it's not like anyone would believe I got laid, let alone raped, so i'd be all yours to abuse <3333)

#HIIIII ANON you caught me stoned #sorry if this dont make sense 15 mg is a lot for me #anyway <3 #trans nsft #cnc.#nsft #trans cnc #tw cnc.

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neko-naruto · 2 years ago

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You're a fucking masterpiece, even without ink, and I'm sorry no one else can see that

Summary: Sapnaps a tattooist, George just wants to get the humiliation of losing a bet to Dream of all people over with, and well, everything kind of goes south from there, all because George gives Sapnap free range for a coverup and the latter simply falls in love with notion of a man whose okay with having 'fuck' tattooed on his neck.

Warnings: Implied abusive relationships, blood, piercings, swearing, check tags for additional warnings.

Authors Note: I physically cannot explain, I assure you, @sobredunia can confirm this, considering she got a play by play of the process, anyways, they r gay and theres qpr between Sapnap and Karl, Quackity and Wilbur make fun of Sapnap, and a bunch of other stuff happens in this fic, reblogs are worth more than likes, hope you enjoy.

The sound of the bell ringing caused him to perk up from his magazine, being greeted with someone who clearly doesn't belong here.

Sapnap couldn't help but smirk as he chewed away at the bubblegum in his mouth, resting his magazine down as the customer walked in. They looked skittish, like they didn't actually want to be here, the followup in all green explained the 'not wanting to be here' part. The artist simply waited for them to speak up, he kept his elbows propped on the front desk; he could practically smell the fear from the small one, distant buzz of his coworkers job probably not helping.

"Hello, welcome to The Techno Tattoo Parlor, what can I do ya for?" Sapnap asked, making sure to wait until the one green opened his mouth to speak, he rarely did this with customers, but, he could get away with it most times, he was far too valuable to fire.

"A chest piece, I was wondering if you would do this one I sketched out," the smaller one said, sliding over a piece of paper sketched out in pen and color, the way he enunciated the 'I's said a bit, Sapnap looked over it, his eyes widening as he scanned the piece.

"And who might this 'Dream' be, baby blue?" Sapnap asked as he gestured to the phrase on it, he got no immediate response.

"That would be me," the taller, presumably Dream, stated confidently

"I expected as much, and, I'll presume your his partner?" Sapnap asked, he got a nod before continuing, "cool, and is this a lost bet or something, because your, ahem, 'good boy' looks rather nervous?" There it was, a slight expressional twitch, a lost bet, bribery or otherwise- he smirked.

"Yeah, I lost a bet, now I have to get a tat," the smaller said, clearly uncomfortable at the idea of getting one at all, or maybe it was just having that statement permanently on him that made him look so squirmy, "my name is George by the way."

"I don't do names for lost bets boys, but, if you can do something else, I'd love to ink up another virgin," Sapnap said, both of them had visceral reactions, he was quick to reaffirm his statement, "virgins of ink, you're clearly inkless George, you look like a baby deer, shaking in your boots."

"Oh, you're not exactly wrong," George said, somewhat ashamed of himself, he had read the reviews, he had seen clips, he knew he would be in safe hands with this guy, so why was he so scared?

"It's a shame that you don't do names over bets, we'll return with a new design in a week or so, maybe a month at that," Dream said, he sounded extremely disappointed, his grip was on Georges wrist now, maybe Sapnap was reading this wrong, but their entire dynamic felt uncomfy.

"Okay, I'll book you in for the fifth of next month, 2 PM, be there or be square," Sapnap said, pulling out a small booklet and writing it down, then he slid off his stool and handed a pen to both, their eyes were transfixed on his snow white, pleated skirt, "boys, eyes up here, I need signatures."

"No you don't," Dream stated boldly, never having heard of such conduct

"You want your George to get a tattoo, don't you?" Sapnap asked, he got a nod and pushed the notebook a little closer, "then sign it, I get the skirts distracting, but trust me, when theres no AC, skirts are better."

"Fine," was what Dream spat as he signed it, so did George, they turned and left, leaving Sapnap with another appointment.

He grinned and scoffed at them, he could tell he was going to simply love marking that boy up, and given the detail, he had a gut feeling it may take more than one appointment. The notion made his heart flutter, even just thinking of the brunette, he was falling in love all over again, although, he usually gets the jitters in the first day of anticipation. Something about doing something so permanent, and so intimate to someone he may never see again got his heart racing, it just felt so amazing and he couldn't begin to explain it.

He propped himself back up on his stool, flipping open to a random page in his magazine, having read it many times before (he doesn't know why he keeps rereading it). Then an extremely familiar face walks in, his roommate, his coworker and a man of many colors, Karl, they both grin before conversation starts. Compared to most of his coworkers, Karl is the only one Sapnaps done work on, and vice versa, and they've been doing so since the beta days of this skill they've honed.

But today, Karl was simply his client.

"You're never going to believe what just happened," Sapnap said, grinning as he stepped down from his stool and pulled his friend into a hug.

"Tell me all about it," Karl simply said, always loving to hear Sapnaps stories, even the mundane ones.

"Two guys walk in right, lost bet, the usual stuff," Sapnap begins as he retrieves his necessary tools and sits Karl down at one of the two tables for waiting, he hooks the power supply to where customers normally plug in their phones, "what're we working on today?"

"I was thinking we finish up this one," Karl said, pointing to the vines running along his arm, they struck down from his elbow like lightning and blossomed into roses at his wrist, one of Sapnaps finer pieces, "please, go on."

"Right, sorry, anyways, small dudes shaking in his boots and I'm just agitating the ever living shit out of the green dude," Sapnap said, smiling as he did so, lining the needle to place and almost starting up before pausing, "and just look at what they want on the small guy." He passed over the design, Karl snickered.

"Greenies got a god complex, or they're hella into BDSM," Karl said, Sapnap agreed heavily with the statement as he pressed the needle to skin.

"I sent 'em off, obviously, they're coming back with another design sometime later, fun pissing off the green guy," Sapnap said, adding shading to thorns as Karl nodded along, "small dude was definitely an ink virgin."

"Seriously?" Karl asked, lifting his eyes from the details, Sapnap lifting the needle and looking up before nodding.

"Seriously," Sapnap said, already thinking of him again, George, excitement usually wore off by now, even without a distraction like Karl, was he actually falling in love? He couldn't be, they barely knew each other.

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A month passed a lot faster than Sapnap thought it would, and the temperature decided to go from a predictable scalding hot to switching between wear a jacket or I'll freeze balls off and wear a skirt or I'll melt your face off. And he hated when the weather did that, working with a canvas that was shivering was garbage, and so was a sweaty canvas- yet he still shook with anticipation at the thought of seeing George again. He knew his work was being affected by it in ways so subtle only he would notice, but, he didn't really care right now.

He merely cared about getting through it until he got to ink up a chest piece, he hasn't gotten one in so long, its like hes forgotten how people react. He knows that everyone hes done a torso piece on has had sensitive ribs, and if it dips low enough, an extremely sensitive V line. He wonders if his clients are noticing he's been more absentminded lately, he knows his boss has, and he knows Karl has as well, but, everyone knows he won't be fired despite that. And in that month he even got a septum piercing, it bugs him a little bit more than he'll ever admit, but the aesthetic appeal is more than enough to keep him going.

Sapnap gives a recap of the new tattoo regimen to one of his and Karls older clients, Wilbur, who just nods along and smirks because they both know he knows it by heart. They give a prompt fist bump before Wilbur is on his way with a fresh ankle tattoo, a set of stitches to make him look frankensteined, he's getting color in two weeks to make it look bloody. He's usually one of Karls customers, but for simpler stuff he goes to Sapnap who can get it done extremely fast, they could've done color as well today if they were feeling ballsy around the time limit.

So there Sapnap sat, perched atop his stool, crossing his ankles to prevent himself from kicking against the desk out of boredom as he flipped through his magazine. The bell jingles and he's greeted with George, whose wearing a scarf in what feels like a hundred degrees heat, but windchills are a bitch which would explain that- it still perplexes Sapnap. He smiles as he steps down from his stool as George walks in, meeting him halfway to the desk, booklet out with a pen.

"Well then, George, whats the verdict? What design will I get the pleasure of inking?" Sapnap asked, his giddiness was barely contained, came as a shock even to him.

"I just need you to cover something up, any design," George said, glancing to the ground.

"A cover up? I coulda sworn you were inkless," Sapnap said, George shook his head as his fingers wandered to his scarf, it clicked in Sapnaps head, "oh, this is a fresh piece isn't it?"

"Yeah, I uh, I lost another bet," George lied, the tattooist could see right through it.

"Sure you did, wheres greenie anyways?" Sapnap said as he led George to the chair, the latter reluctant to pull off his scarf before he sat down.

"I up with him, it just, didn't work out," George said, pulling off his scarf, Sapnap winced, it was still a bit scabby on the very edges that could be avoided, and the lines were shaky, it all looked so, broken, an amateurs work, but one where he could see there was struggle.

"Oh baby," was all Sapnap could barely muster at the sight, so much pain was held there; he pushed the thought aside as he hooked up his pen.

"Will it hurt?" George asked, his tone was shaky as Sapnaps spare hand ran over the tattoo, it felt more like a wound, a scar, from Georges end.

"You already know the answer," Sapnap said, forcing his tone calm, George nods, taking a shaky breath, "is there anything you don't want me to do."

"Just get rid of it, I don't care how," George said, his breath was staggering as Sapnap drew his nail across the skin in the vague shape of a heart, then a ghost, a flower, many designs until he came to the conclusion.

"You okay if I put 'fuck' in all caps over it?" Sapnap asked, he's wanted to do so for a long time, he got a nod.

The pre-emp to actually putting the needle to skin as mere moments and the reaction was visceral, he pulled it back instantly, refusing to do any more. George gave him a questioning look, but didn't speak up at all as he simply waited.

"Who hurt you?" was what Sapnap asked, his voice quiet and full of worry, he hasn't seen reactions of such a caliber in a long time.

"He did, convinced me to let him do this, said he'd do a great job, turns out he didn't," George explained, "that's why he isn't here."

"We can take as many breaks as you need, we'll get through it, I promise you," Sapnap said, hoping his words were the reaffirmation George needed to power through this.

"Won't it go into your next appointment though?" George asked.

"Naw, Quackitys covering for me," Sapnap said, "ready to continue?"

"Yeah," George said, tone shaky, but he held still, gripping the armrests of the chair tightly.

And the pen was lowered down once again, the reaction was much less this time as the needle was delicately guided across his skin, it stung and vibrated but he held on. He merely hoped that whatever pleather the chair was made of wouldn't give under his grip, his eyes were clenched shut and his teeth gritted, just power through. He eventually gave a whine and twitched a bit on a certain spot, Sapnap pulled away and George released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

They didn't do anything for a while and just sat there silently until George nodded, his grip on the chair easing, Sapnap offered a hand and George gratefully took it. The squeeze was almost distracting as Sapnap curled the letters along the artery, almost every time he crossed over it he had to pause for George. Tears were gathering in Georges eyes and Sapnap gently wiped them away occasionally, lots of emotions were locked into the green he was covering up. He didn't mind it though, he just paused with George until it was done, still forty five minutes left though, so he went back and made it look nicer. Then he was actually finished, still, time was left, he added a small star here and there, one or two other details, extremely small hearts and flowers until time was up.

"I hope you don't mind the other details I added, there was time to fill and it looked, well, you could still a bunch of what was underneath without them," Sapnap said as he released Georges hand and reached for a polaroid camera, a newer one, he took a picture and handed it to George, the physical copy.

"It looks amazing, thank you," George said, refraining from touching the actual tattoo until after Sapnap added the second skin, it felt weird.

"Glad to hear it, so, ground rules are, don't pull off the second skin for at least three days, fluid might gather, totally normal, when you take it off just wash it twice a day, don't tear it up though, make sure not to scratch it or take a soak in a body of water, showers are good though," Sapnap said, rattling off protocol as George nodded along to the list, "and you can always come back for another if you ever want a chest piece."

"Right, could you like, email me that list?" George asked as he sat up, tilting his head from side to side, felt weird, although, he did enjoy the way the white ink laid over top the green below.

"Obviously, just send one over and I'll give you the list," Sapnap said, rifling through his belt pockets for a business card, handing it to George.

"I don't know if I'll return but, I'll be sure to recommend The Techno Tattoo Parlor to my friends," George said, standing up and reaching for his scarf, carrying it under his arm instead, he wiped his tears away one last time.

"Ha, yeah man, hope to see you again," Sapnap said, offering a fist-bump, instead he was caught in a hug, not the first time its happened, but this was the first time its made his heart skip a bit.

"Thank you so much," George said quietly before breaking away and making his way out the door, the bell jingling on his way out, leaving Sapnap speechless.

He simply took a seat, quelling the red on his face as he sat in the silence, Karl is never gonna let him live this one down if he learns about it.

"Some Brits really got you down that bad Sap?" one of Sapnaps coworkers asked, Quackity, although only a business name, everyone called him that, he was working the counter at the moment.

"Shut the fuck up," Sapnap spat back in response, gaze never leaving the floor.

"I'm telling Karl," Quackity said bluntly, smirking as he did so.

"You wouldn't dare!" Sapnap exclaimed, snapping up to meet his friends knowing gaze, an eyebrow quirked.

"I would dare, I will dare, and I'm going to dare," Quackity said, already pulling out his phone, Sapnap only groaned.

---

"Karl!" Sapnap practically shouted as he slammed open the door, it banged against the wall, his roommate jumped and something shattered, followed by a quiet 'fuck!' before Karl walked out.

"You're in love," Karl simply said, leaving Sapnap speechless as his throat dried, "Quackity told me."

"That gossipy bitch," Sapnap muttered under his breath, Karl nodded.

"You're cleaning up the broken dishes bro," Karl said, his tone was an order not a suggestion and Sapnap went to speak, "yes I'll listen to your lovesick ramblings."

"Good, because I have a lot to say," Sapnap said as he dropped off his bag at the door, walking over to the kitchen to find a broken plate on the floor, he went to speak, "actually, maybe I don't."

"Fine by me, just get it done quick, Wilburs dropping by for a piercing," Karl said, Sapnap nodded as he picked up the chunks and placed them on the counter, leaving to search for a broom.

"Doesn't he hate piercings?" Sapnap asked.

"Despises 'em, but he says it couldn't hurt that bad," Karl said, before Sapnap could ask he answered, "yes I'm charging him only half price."

"Good, he's been one of our best clients, literally doesn't move a fucking inch," Sapnap as he swept the porcelain debris into the dustpan, pouring them into a garbage can.

"I know right? For real, he is by far the best person I've worked on," Karl said, gesturing a bit as he leaned against the counter, Sapnap nudged him aside.

"Same here, you think Quackity will ever get a tat?" Sapnap asked before yanking the faucet over, their sink having a retractable and extendable one, he had to hold his head at an awkward angle to get a decent flow without choking.

"Who knows, he's a weird one," Karl said, he shrugged his shoulders a bit as he did so, "anyways, tell me about this Brit that's got you down bad?"

"Karl he's perfect, sure, a little messed up, but I can fix him, poor boy got coerced into getting tatted by his ex," Sapnap explained, Karl smirked at the 'I can fix him' because he knew better than anyone that there was no Sapnap could fix anyone.

"Do go on, how was he under your gun?" Karl asked, Sapnap gave him a blank look.

"We call it a pen in the industry Karl, lets be professional," Sapnap said, his tone almost mocking, "but he was perfect, a little skittish, but otherwise, he was just great, we didn't do ribs today though, only a coverup."

"Think he'll come back for a rib job?" Karl asked, Sapnap shrugged his shoulders.

"No way to tell, he seemed pleased about it though, I hope so," Sapnap said, Karl placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, either way I'll be here to make sure you can never live it down no matter what happens," Karl said in a comforting manner with a smile.

"I know, no need to remind me," Sapnap said, doorbell, both of them were to to rush to answer, they weren't fast enough though, as Wilbur simply let himself in, dropping his bag by Sapnaps.

"You guys should start locking the fucking door," Wilbur said as he walked past them straight to Karls makeshift piercing shop, both Sapnap and Karl were swift to follow, the latter taking an extra moment to wash his hands.

Wilbur sat on the ground, legs crossed, Sapnap sat across from him leaned against a wall, and Karl walked in, flicking his hands dry of soapy water. He hummed to himself as he grabbed needles and a bit of everything, unsure of what Wilbur was gonna ask for, he sat down directly in front of Wilbur. Sapnap simply watched, unsure of the piercing art, it looked simply enough, but at the same time, there was a larger chance of messing it up.

"So, what'll it be, my first real customer," Karl asked as he held up the various needles, Wilbur visibly tensed.

"Just go right through the this part," Wilbur said, gesturing vaguely to the edges of his ear, a cartilage piercing right along the side.

"Perfect, now, hold still," Karl said, dotting the spot with a pen of some type, he brought up the needle, "Sapnap go get a towel in case theres excessive bleeding."

"Bleeding...?" Wilbur meekly asked as Sapnap turned to leave with a prompt 'got it' but he was out before the needle went through.

He did distantly hear a meek yelp followed by muffled sounds of agony and comforting words as he grabbed a towel. He made sure to dampen it, he grabbed a cup of water as well, just in case, his return greeted him with a sight that made him smirk. He never expected to see Wilbur nearly fainting and practically crying as Karl of all people threaded an earring through the bloody hole.

"Sapnap," Karl said, Sapnap wordlessly handing over the towel before the blood was dabbed away, then he handed over the cup of water,

"Fuck, why does it hurt?" Wilbur asked keeping his tone steady despite the desire to just sob, he's used to tattoo pains, but this? This is different and he hates it, never again.

"Because I shoved a needle through your ear, that's why," Karl said, patting Wilbur on the shoulder, keeping the damp towel pressed to his ear, "and don't worry, you're doing much better than Sapnap when he got his septum pierced."

"Woah now, let's not get ahead of ourselves," Sapnap began to try and defend himself.

"He was crying like a bitch," Karl said, Wilbur snickered a bit at that notion.

"I was not crying like a bitch! I was crying like a dignified dude who just got a needle shoved through his nose," Sapnap said, although, it did little to help his case, it drew another moment of laughter from Wilbur though.

"Sure you were," Wilbur said, glancing up at Sapnap with a smug look on his face, the latter looked away.

"I fucking wasn't," Sapnap said.

"Then how about you sit down and get a needle through the ear too, piercing bros or some shit like that," Wilbur challenged, Sapnap quirked a brow, "any piercing."

"Fine then, be that way," Sapnap said as he sat down beside Wilbur, casting a side eyed glare to him, "Karl you know how to do tongue piercings right?"

"Of course I do, but uh, I highly doubt you want a tongue piercing, it gets really bloody, really fast," Karl said as he stood up and grabbed the supplies, Sapnap didn't say anything, only stuck his tongue out, "okay then."

Karl was there was a lot of blood, a lot of pain too, and even some sobbing and screaming garbled cusses at him. Wilbur was practically laughing the entire time, because he's never seen Sapnap so temperamental before. It took nearly an hour of agony for him to calm down and just rest his head on Karls shoulder, blood still oozing a bit, and the permanent taste of metal was something he wasn't looking forward too.

"How could you do this to me Karl?" Sapnap groaned, eyes closed and mouth hurting.

"Cause you can be an over competitive bitch and took Wilburs challenge," Karl answered, running his hand through Sapnaps hair.

"Idiot, see you in a month or two though, one of you at least," Wilbur said as he stood up, Karl nudged off Sapnap before standing up as well, leaving Sapnap on the cold, carpeted ground.

"First, you'll need these," Karl said, handing two bottles to Wilbur who seemed perplexed, "read the instructions, if you have further questions, just gimme a ring."

"Oh don't worry, I have lots of questions," Wilbur said before turning to leave.

"Karl, you're making dinner," Sapnap groaned, face pressed into the ground, it didn't hurt so much as be extremely numb now, it bothered him deeply, the sensations.

"I figured as much, and we're having soup tonight," Karl said as he lifted up Sapnap and helped ferry him off to the couch.

"What? But we literally have a steak in the fridge, waiting to be cooked," Sapnap whined as he slumped himself on the back of the couch, able to see enough of the kitchen to watch Karl cook.

"Do you really want to be chewing steak with a fresh tongue piercing Sap?" Karl asked, glancing over his shoulder as he reached for a carton of chicken broth.

"No," Sapnap said.

"Exactly, so we're having soup for a couple days," Karl said as he put on a pot, tying his jacket around his waist promptly afterwards.

"Do you think George'll like it?" Sapnap asked, piquing Karls interest.

"And who might this 'George' be?" Karl asked, Sapnaps face heated up.

"That guy I was talking about earlier, the one Quackity told you about," Sapnap said, the realizing he hadn't mentioned Georges name once dawning upon him.

"Oh! That guy, I see," Karl said, his smirk was hidden by the fact he was turned towards the stove, "I'm sure he'll love it, if you ever see him again that is."

"Don't even joke about not seeing him again," Sapnap said, groaning as he did so, was he really stuck in a spiderweb of emotions for a client he may never see again? Yeah, yeah he fucking was, and he's not going to deny that truth from himself, try not to at least.

"Eh, at least we'll have guys like Wilbur, he's reliable," Karl said, trying to get a rise out of Sapnap with his phrasing.

"No, that's not what I mean, I just want to see him again, he's so pretty, he let me put a capitalized 'fuck' in calligraphy on his neck for all to see Karl," Sapnap said, "and not to cliche, but I'm in love Karl and I cannot stress that fact enough."

"He'll send you an email eventually, then you'll basically have todays variant of 'getting a girls number,' except its a guys number, because you are queer as the ever living fuck my guy," Karl said, pausing between his statements to correct himself, trying his hardest not to stumble over his words, "ask him out if he comes back for a rib job."

"Ask him out? Karl you're insane," Sapnap said, his tone was genuine and dramatized.

"You'll have already laid your hands all over him at that point, why not, worst case scenario he rejects you," Karl said nonchalantly.

"I know," Sapnap groaned, he started on the meander over to Karl.

"So just ask him out, do it, no balls," Karl said, Sapnap only gave a dissatisfied sound in response, "do you really want Quackity making fun of you for this until you die?"

"No," Sapnap whined, slouching on Karls shoulders again.

"Then do it," Karl said, "I don't like seeing you in a funk man, and you'll be having a month long depression fest if you miss your chance, or if you get rejected, this is a challenge by the way, if you don't I get free range on all of your equipment."

"A challenge, with my equipment on the line?" Sapnap asked, Karl nodded.

"Yes, if you don't ask him out, I win, if you do, I lose," Karl said, Sapnaps mood lightening a little bit at the notion of a challenge.

"Alright then, challenge accepted," Sapnap said as he pushed himself off of Karl who smirked to himself.

"Good, and no being an emo cringefail leading up to Georges rib job, brings down the entire shop man," Karl said, laying down the final term in their little bet.

"Of course not, never know when it'll be someones first," Sapnap said, he flinched back a bit when the piercing hit his teeth, no one noticed, his dignity remains.

---

The bell jingles as Wilbur walks in, Quackity looks up and chuckles a bit, Wilbur can only roll his eyes.

"Yes, Quackity?" Wilbur asked as he meandered over to the chair he always sat at when waiting.

"Nice piercing, makes you look cringe as fuck," Quackity said, eyes trained on Wilbur.

"Yeah, what about it, I may be cringe but I'm free," Wilbur stated in his defense, "how long is it until Karl is done with his client?"

"Thirty minutes, just raring to get your first tattoo by none other than moi?" Quackity asked, getting a bit of a glare, he chuckled to himself.

"The only reason I'm settling for your inks is because Sapnap is booked up to the tits with that stupid Brit," Wilbur stated boldly even though he's been admiring Quackitys work for a while now, unable to get a single time slot until just now.

"Tell me about it, the poor boy is just obsessed, one time his client passed out and he just started going off about that guy, George, I think thats his name," Quackity said, aware that Sapnap could most likely hear them, he was currently doing work on some kid named Ranboo, just barely old enough to get one, the ID even looked a little bit false, he was passed though, "for real though, Sapnap needs to ask him out."

"Please, Sapnaps only asked someone out once and the rejection never left him, he's gonna bail last second, even if this George ends up a masochistic fuck and starts moaning like a bitch in heat," Wilbur said, drumming his fingers on his thighs.

"You're absolutely correct, and no one can deny that fact," Quackity said, nodding a bit, "but seriously though, who did that piercing man?"

"Karl," Wilbur answered.

"No, really?" Quackity asked, leaning over his desk in a way that somehow added extra emphasis to the way he quirked his brow.

"Seriously, Sap even got his tongue piercing from Karl, he cried like a bitch," Wilbur said smirking at the memory.

"I'll take your word for it," Quackity said, promptly before the bell jingled again, in walked a guy in blue, with 'fuck' tattooed on his neck, that had Wilbur invested in whatever was up with this guy.

"I'm here for the guy who wears skirts," he simply said, Wilbur and Quackity exchanged glances before the latter of the two actually did his job again.

"That would be Sapnap, and you must be George," Quackity said.

"Yeah, that would be me," George answered.

"He talks about you nonstop you know?" Quackity asked, he noticed George tense.

"Really?" George asked, Quackity nodded, even though he was not nearly half as valuable to the place as Sapnap, he could still toy with the clients sometimes.

"Nonstop, all we hear about is you," Wilbur chimed in, George turned to see a different brunette sitting by the window.

"He loves you dude," Quackity said, pointing the eraser end of a pencil in Georges direction.

"I highly doubt that," George said, clearly flustered at the notion.

"Oh, he would say otherwise if he wasn't a pussy, you can hang out with Wilbur if you want too," Quackity said, smirking as he did so, proceeding to use the same pencil to gesture to where Wilbur was patiently seated, waiting for Karl to be ready.

George reluctantly meandered over to sit across from Wilbur, hand absently reaching for the tattoo on his neck, he loved it he did, but it got him a lot of questions. He could practically feel Wilburs eyes searing his skin as they trained themselves on Sapnaps inking; a prompt sigh. He lowered his hand entirely and gave a gesture to speak which Wilbur was very, very attentive to, responding almost right away.

"So, whats the story behind the uh, the fuck on your neck?" Wilbur asked, trying to find words to phrase the question professionally, but he really couldn't.

"Coverup, bad blood, needed to forget," George explained, using as little words as possible to do so.

"Shit man, that's a mood," Wilbur said, stretching his arms a bit before pulling up his sleeve to reveal a tattoo of a similar origin on his wrist, George stared at it, a skull, "still though, keep pushing, you made it this far didn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I did make it this far," George said, not expecting life advice from a guy looking like Wilbur.

"Exactly, whatevers coming at you, just remember, give 'em a fuck you and watch 'em turn tail and run," Wilbur said, he perked up a bit when he heard footsteps Karl stepped out first before a guy in green walked out second, Georges eyes instantly snapped themselves into staring at the table, at Wilburs hands, at anything but the guy in green.

Of course, the idea that if he acted like he wasn't there he wouldn't been seen didn't work in a mostly empty tattoo parlor.

"Hi George," Dream stated quietly once he was standing at the table where George was sitting, the Brit looking up and forcing eye contact before speaking.

"Dream, fuck you man, I'm not having a conversation with you and risking ruining a perfectly good day on a gaslighter like you," George said everything falling out of his mouth at once, Wilbur looked more shocked than Dream did, "please, just, don't talk to me."

"I just wanted to say the coverup looks better than my own work," Dream said, pivoting on his heels to leave, letting George, Wilbur, Quackity, and now Karl stand in silence.

"Was that the guy?" Wilbur asked, George nodded, "nice one dude."

"What the fuck do you mean by that, he could've jumped me, I don't know what hes like now," George explained, unaware of the fact this conversation was digging into Wilburs time slot.

"I woulda punched him if he hurt you, you're kind of whats keeping Sapnap going right now," Karl said bluntly, "and Sapnap is the last thing keeping this place afloat, also, you seem like a nice dude."

"I'm with Karl, that guy looked very, very punchable," Quackity said, completing forgetting to mention the whole 'doing it to defend you part' and mainly focusing on the 'getting to punch an asshole' part.

"Everyone in this parlor would punch that guy for you, for anyone in this parlor really," Wilbur said, that statement almost made Georges blood run cold, "we're a community, and we've been meaning to get an uptight Brit in the gang, although, how uptight of a flighty broad can you be when you have 'fuck' tattooed on your neck?"

"I'm not sure whether or not I should be scared, or comforted," was all George could say.

"I don't see any reason we should hurt a guy like you, to repeat, your the one keeping Sapnap afloat," Karl said, and as if on cue, Sapnap walked out, followed by one of his clients, he could barely see the small crown etched between his neck artery and the collarbone.

"What he said, good luck, he won't treat you wrong," Wilbur said before standing up.

"C'mon Wilbur, that conversation dug into our time slot," Quackity said as he hopped off of the stool which Karl swiftly took residence of.

"Well sorry for wanting to comfort the guy," Wilbur said in an overly dramatic tone, he finished with a smirk as he followed Quackity.

George listened as Sapnap gave the routine to his client before wishing them farewell with a fist-bump, then he noticed George and trotted over. He sat parallel to George, propping one leg over the other as he rested his elbows on the table.

"So, baby blue, what can I do ya for?" Sapnap asked as George pulled out a piece of paper, the design consisted of thorny vines and tentacles, wrapped around ribs, and somewhere behind it, a heart- Sapnaps eyes widened.

"I don't know if its too much, if it was we don't need the heart," George said, gesturing to the hyper realistic heart behind the ribs.

"No, it's fucking awesome, I just, I'm not sure if we'll be able to get color or shading done in this appointment, probably only the line art if anything more," Sapnap said before bringing his eyes back up to Georges, "and I kind of want to know the story behind it to, because this is a banger tat."

"You'll hear the story once you have me under your gun, nice piercing by the way," George said, sticking out his tongue after mentioning the piercing instead of just saying it was a tongue piercing.

"Thanks, Karl did it for me," Sapnap said before standing up, he brushed down his skirt, pleated and white as always, today's heat was sweltering to the point he even dropped his usual short cut hoodie for a sleeveless shirt instead- those contributing factors gave George an impeccable view of the ink that curled around Sapnaps arms and rested on his shoulder like a sign of regalia, a crest royalty; each design intricate and unique but all syncing up.

George couldn't help but stare at the tattoos as he followed Sapnap, eyes trained across the delicate black swirls and acute edges of reds and blues, it was intense. He could never imagine himself enduring so much pain, but here he was, coming to Sapnap with a multi appointment design. He gave a shuddering sigh, that is going to be a lot of pain, he still pulls of his shirt and takes a seat either way, leaning back relaxing as he lines up the design to give Sapnap an idea of where to put it.

Normally Sapnap free hands his art and hopes it comes out looking accurate, it almost always does, but this time he pulls out a marker and starts to etch the shapes out so he'll have something to follow. The felt tip brushes over skin with ease, one hand pressed upon on Georges chest so he has a constant sizing scale for comparison, he just hopes George doesn't notice his shaking. Sure, he's done intricate back pieces before, but this is different and he doesn't how exactly its different, his breathing is deep and slow as he tries to stay steady- that all goes to shit when he pulls back and grabs his pen, the shaking returning tenfold.

He places it upon one of the outer tentacles, outlining the sucker cups before curving the edges until they collide with thorny vines, he makes sure to add extra lines to the vines, details. He repeats the simple process with each tentacle and each vine, curving and curling, pulling away from time to time just to make sure he hasn't made any noticeable mistakes, and too his delight, he hasn't. But, it still takes much longer than he would've liked, and he still hasn't even touched the ribs or the heart below them; George asks a question, pulling his attention from the time.

"Hey Sapnap," George began, Sapnap pulled away from his canvas.

"Yeah," Sapnap said, he had to wipe the sweat from his brow and try to halt the shaking of his hands.

"Whats the story behind the heart?" George asked, tilting his head in the vague direction of said heart before Sapnap pointed to one, then another, until coming across the one.

"The half heart, I was bored, didn't have the patience to do both halves," Sapnap said, shrugging his shoulders a bit before leaning back down, he ghosted what was already engraved with his pointer finger before placing his finger atop the sketch, trying to get an accurate read on where to line up the ribs.

"Oh, that makes sense," George said, his breath caught when Sapnap hit one of his ribs, the latter didn't notice.

Sapnap continued in that fashion, running his fingers along Georges ribs one or two more times before placing down the pen and running it along the outer edges, not quite laying atop the bone. The line was harder to get straight than he'd admit due to the nature of going beside a bone, the muscle and skin acted different, pulling and pushing in different ways. But once he was working on the extremely small cracking patterns throughout the ribs themselves George tensed up entirely, sharply sucking in a breath and not moving an inch.

"Good boy..." Sapnap murmured quietly as he pulled his pen along the cracks, they were thin and intricate, but not coating the entire thing- he couldn't've ignored Geores reaction to the words if he tried, he kept talking, "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime or something."

"Like what?" George asked, his voice came out swiftly and tense, nails nearly tearing the pleather because it was just a bit to much sensation.

"Me and Karl usually watch movies on Saturdays, you could tag along if you wanted too," Sapnap offered, he lifted his pen after finishing the cracks and waited for George to breath again, all that was left was the heart, then he could call it a day and schedule for a later date, if there was extra time, he could do more.

"Sounds great, I'll uh, I'll send you an email about the address later," George said, he felt like his throat was in knots, he wasn't even gonna look at his new ink until it was done.

"Sounds like a plan then, now hold still," Sapnap said before pressing down the pen again.

The heart was a bit easier than expected as most of it was obscured by the ribs, but he was still extremely careful as too not mess it up this late into the process. To say he was proud of his work would be an understatement, this was by far the best things he's ever done, although, he would have to hand it to George for the design. He didn't expect the Brit to come to him with something so intense, but, he didn't expect to get a tongue piercing either, the world is full of surprises he supposed. But when he finally lifts the pen for the last time, George heaves a breath and speaks.

"It's symbolic of my struggles, even when things seem ugly, something beautiful is still underneath," George explained abruptly, almost catching Sapnap off guard.

"Huh, that's beautiful man, you know that right?" Sapnap asked, George shook his head.

"You're the first person whose seen the design, let alone know what it means," George said as Sapnap applied the second skin, once he was done George spoke again, "I don't know if we'll have enough time, but, could you also give me a half heart?" Sapnap glanced up at the clock.

"Barely," Sapnap said before grasping Georges upper arm, "I don't usually do spontaneous shit, so considering yourself lucky."

"Please, I do everytime I'm in your grasp," George stated causing Sapnap to nearly choke on his own spit as he engraved half a heart into Georges arm, a matching design to his own.

"You really do?" Sapnap asked, keeping his eyes trained on his work, he could feel the blood pulse under his grip.

"I mean, aside from the fact you're one of thee best tattooists in the city, you're like, a fun guy to be around," George said, Sapnap was beyond flattered at the compliment coming from George of all people.

"Thanks for the compliments, and you," Sapnap said as he lifted his pen before going back down to add the other half of the arrow, "well, you're a fucking masterpiece, even without my ink."

"I know many people who would disagree with that statement," George said, Sapnap shrugged his shoulders as he finished the tattoo up, he added second skin.

"It's a shame no one else can see that then," Sapnap said as he helped up George, "try not to wear tight shirts until the healing process is over."

"Okay, I'll try," George said as he made his way to leave, halted by Sapnap.

"Wait, I just wanna say that you are by far, one of the coolest people I've worked on," Sapnap said, he was kicking the ground with one foot, "and you didn't give me a fist-bump."

"Right, almost forgot," George said before bringing Sapnap in for a hug, this was just going to be a thing now wasn't it?

"See you on Saturday I guess, or sooner if you want a piercing," Sapnap said, George gave a nod before leaving.

"See you on Saturday," George said before closing the door, the bell jingled.

Silence once again as Sapnap sat down beside the window, that quaint silence was impossibly short lived as Karl simply had to say something.

"Well I'll be damned, you asked him out," Karl said in disbelief, he got a glare from Sapnap, "I have to tell this to Quackity."

"Don't you fucking dare," Sapnap threatened, Karl shrugged his shoulders before doing it anyways.

"I'm telling Wilbur too," Karl said, his smirk was evident, Sapnap groaned.

"Fine then, be that way, but I have an adorable date and you don't, suck on that," Sapnap said, somewhat proud of himself for arranging one date with George, hoping it would become a more than one time occasion.

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sadnessisavegetable · 1 year ago

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Praying my Beta Reader Does Not Find this (love them, but no spoilers for them, even on character descriptions)

Hi, hello, I do not typically get much in the way of attention on this site, so I am not afraid of this appearing where my beloved beta, Yuki, can find this. Therefore, this is my dumping ground because I am so incredibly Autistic about my characters.

This is for my Lost Paths AU for LOZ. Lop is the Link of this story, Zyel is the Zelda of this story, Ganondorf is Ganondorf (as always), let's get into Details I Like.

Lop:

This Bastard(TM) was raised by bears. He was literally abandoned in the wilds with nothing but a brand of what he uses as a name and a strange tattoo on his face.

He's deaf because of a physical deformity. It makes everything greatly interesting in the opening of the story.

Said physical deformity made his ears floppy because they are not going to hear the whispers of the Gods, Nuh-Uh, No Ma'am.

Has no shame (much to Zyel and Ghirahim's chagrin) and Will bathe in the Castle moat. In broad daylight. Without much to hide behind. (He picked up the Hero Spirit's gremlin trait very strongly.)

His hair is fluffy and curly and a more honey-golden color, a softer and lighter blond.

Schmol. He looks very cute in everyone else's clothes because they are Too Big for him. But he is mighty enough to wield a Very Big weapon with one hand.

Zyel:

Not A Woman, but still goes by the Princess title so it's not more complicated to the public he will rule one day.

I flung Twili characteristics on this one because ain't no way some random Twili flung themselves at a white(AHEM. I'M NOT WRONG.) royal to negotiate Not Using the Twilight Realm like the British did to Australia.

The Twili blood emphasized the Zonai blood still passed through the Royal Line for Zyel. So Zyel looks somehow more Twili than he should--more like the original Twili anyways.

Nocturnal in the ways that matter, usually hopped up on sugar and caffeine to be awake during daylight and napping during weird times in a 24 hour cycle while more naturally awake at night. (It's so complicated)

Stubbornly figured out how to automate printing presses the way the ancients did, started automating more things (though yet to figure out a coffee one)

More impulsive than any Zelda prior.

Ganondorf:

Resurrected a dead language because he could not be bothered to learn a modern one among his people.

His memory and consciousness is passed through each descendant, activated whenever the previous user of his consciousness dies. Some descendants are lucky enough to get away with dying before they become him, which he doesn't mind so much because they were themselves without question.

Stubborn. Bastard. Will. Not. Lay. Down. And. Die. You can't make him and if you try, his Sheer Rage will swallow your being and make it cease to exist.

A WHORE. HE HAS A HAREM. AND NOTHING MANAGES TO FULLY SATISFY HIS ASS.

Still pissy about how the Gerudo blood got diluted and domesticated just before the Era of Wild Tears. Fully flooded the Gerudo Canyon as a river for the third time now to keep Hylians out because No Fucking More Colonization For Us, Thanks.

Sometimes, when drunk, he causes storms that he knows will hit Hylian towns just because he can (weather magic user go brrrrrrr).

(BONUS!) Ghirahim:

Duke of Hell (Hell is a region in the Land of the Dead in this version, as are the Depths and Lorule, so it's more of a dukedom thing rather than a kingdom, but several dukedoms go into a kingdom from my understanding) and (Mother? Father? Parent?) Creator of Monsters (yes, this BASTARD can actively pull the "I put you into this world, I can take you back out" on all the monsters he made).

Gender? What's that gotta do with anything? You're gay no matter how you approach me with any intent of romance. Up. Up! GAY. Siddown and be gay for me.

His demonic form is more clearly a warped angelic form in my version because he started as a failed prototype to Fi as the Goddess Sword. (Scars where wings used to be, docked ear--HYLIA DID IT IN MY VERSION, blackened, feathered wings on either side of his head, tail with the shape of his blade hidden in the tip of it, white and gold laced through his skin(gold for repairs))

Makes fun of bad historians who have no idea how it really went.

Has puppeted people around to get knowledge out of people without torturing them with waterboarding or electricity or slowly cutting body parts off.

Has five children. All of them are sword/blade demons like him. And it's funny as fuck.

#Ghirahim also has been given some strong Hera and Persephone details but I am not getting into that right now #legend of zelda lost paths #loz link #princess zelda #ganondorf #ghirahim #loz #lost paths au #legend of zelda #my writing #character headcanons

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harveyhawkscripts · 1 year ago

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[M4M] Brool the Library Gargoyle [Gargoyle Speaker] [Soft Fantasy] [Romance]

Categories: M4M, Gay, Fantasy, Romance, Storm Sounds

Synopsis: The listener has fallen asleep at the local library, causing them to be locked in for the night. One of the library's local gargoyles, Brool, finds them asleep at one of the tables and accidentally wakes them up.

About Brool: "Brool" means a low roar or deep murmur. If that does not match the speaker's voice, feel free to change his name. Brool is lonely, less athletic than his fellow gargoyles, and enjoys literature. He has a scholar's mind and romantic heart, but he can also be awkward, overly idealistic, and at times downright rude. Also, he is very gay.

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Ellipses (...) are listener replies

[Footsteps]

BROOL

Hm. The librarian forgot to draw the curtains again. Well, what better night than that of a full moon. A few dark clouds, but how gently the light illuminates their silver outlines. It's a perfect night for -

[Shifting]

Huh?

(Whispering) He's asleep. But what is he still doing here? The staff should have locked up half an hour ago. Did no one do a final sweep before closing?

(Whispering) And he had to fall asleep right in front of the romance section. There go my plans for the night.

(Whispering) Well... At least he is a handsome stranger.

[Shifting]

(Whispering) I should go -

[Thunk]

Agh! Shit, my tail!

…

Oh. Um. H-hello. Lovely night, isn't it? Aside from the storm rolling in, of course –

…

Ah, no no no no! Calm down, please don't scream. Please? I promise, I won't harm you.

Truly, I won't! On my honor.

...

I am a gargoyle. Perhaps you've seen me before? Up on the corner ledge on the front of the building?

...

Yes, that would be me! We gargoyles sleep during the day. Or, rather, we go into a dormant, half-awake state.

...

Hahaha! No, my dear. It's not like that at all. We aren't -- we don't turn to stone, goodness! We can move around if we so choose, gargoyles are simply nocturnal.

...

It may look so, but it's actually thick keratin, much like alligator skin.

...

Pardon?! Y-you would like to -- to feel it?

Ahem. Ah, it's fine. You managed to catch me a bit off--guard is all. However,... I do believe curiosity should be rewarded. And while usually such a request would be entirely improper... you may touch my arm.

...

My... your hands are very soft.

(Whispering) His fingertips are like rose petals...

Hm? Ah, nothing!

...

The other gargoyles? Yes, they're awake. Though they prefer to keep to themselves. They often wander off at night, so we don't spend much time together. They prefer more athletic pursuits, but I... Well, truth be told I'm not the strongest flier. Oh, I fly down to the docks on occasion, but never farther. Though, what I lack in strength I make up for in knowledge! I have an entire library at my claw-tips, after all.

...

Not every book, no. While I have attempted all of them - save for the newest arrivals - there are some not even I can stomach. And I consider myself quite liberal in my standards. Even if I don't particularly enjoy a book, I can usually still appreciate it. Some, though...

...

My favorite? Poetry. The classics, mostly. Bashō, Hughes, Dickenson. But, particularly, um... Neruda, Hemphill, and Essex.

....

(Disappointed) You haven't? Well, no matter! There are plenty of anthologies you can borrow here. I was actually going to take a book down to the docks to read, but those storm clouds are moving in quick. Ah, well. We can stay in and I'll show you my trove of knowledge-- I have a personal collection of books not even the librarian has heard of! What do you usually read?

...

Oh? I haven't heard that title. Is it a novel or a collection of essays, or...

...

An online comic strip. I see.

...

Nothing! There's nothing wrong with that at all! Any art is worth making, I just... From all of those journals and books strewn about the table, I assumed you were a scholarly type and into, you know... more intellectually stimulating material.

[Journal opening, pages flipping]

What the - these are all doodles of little sheep on dates! But, but then what are all of these -- ah, these are all... romance novels.

...

Date ideas. For the sheep. Of course. So... You aren't a prodigious scholar burning the candle at both ends?

...

You're a cashier who does art commissions on the side?

...

Well -- I don't know! Wishful thinking, perhaps? So I have a thing for the academic types, so what? When your only company is fantasy romance protagonists, you tend to idealize a bit in your head.

...

That's -- that's not what I meant, I --

...

No, I...

(Sigh) You're right. You must just want to return home, but here I am making such judgements and being unnecessarily rude. I haven't even asked your name. My apologies, dear. This is my first conversation with a human, you see. Perhaps we could try again?

...

Thank you, dear. My name is Brool. It's a pleasure to meet you. Now, how did you manage to sleep all the way through closing?

...

Yes, well. Unfortunately, those sugar-loaded energy drinks only keep you wired for so long. I assume the crash put you right out. Hm... the bus station is not too far of a walk if you would like me to escort you.

...

You don't have fare money? And you're new in town so you don't have a pass... That makes things a bit harder. You've memorized your address, haven't you? If it's not too far, maybe I can fly you there before the storm rolls in.

...

You live near the docks. You are quite the unlucky human tonight, aren't you, dear?

...

Oh? And why not?

...

(Flustered) Well, I, uh -- that's -- um. Ahem. That's. Very kind of you to say. I find myself enjoying your company, as well.

Now, as for your situation. How about you stay here for the night? You would be heading right into the storm if you left, and the librarian has a sofa and some snacks in her office. You can sleep there.

...

Of course. The librarian always forgets to lock it. She's getting up there in age. It should be perfect.

...

Is that so? You certainly seemed tired when you were slumped over your notebooks.

...

Haha! I'm just teasing, dear. I understand it would be hard to sleep in these circumstances. Come along. The storm hasn't reached us yet. It may be a bit bluster, but we may have time for a stroll in the garden before the rain comes.

...

No need to worry. The library's security alarm will take but a moment to disable, then we can go through the employee door in the back.

[Sound of wind, rustling, maybe wind-chimes]

Why do you look so nervous? Is something wrong?

....

The storm... Frightens you? Oh, don't be silly, dear! Right now it's just wind and distant thunder. There's nothing to worry about. Besides, I'll be there to catch you if a gust of wind tries to sweep you away.

…

Ah, fresh air... mmh, feels good to finally stretch my wings... Ah, human? Why are you staring?

...

Beautiful...? Oh! It is beautiful, isn't it? The local schoolkids planted this garden. I often come out here to read Bashō . "The face of a flower/ is it feeling shy/ the hazy moonlight."

(Sigh) Ah, the haiku. Truly, one of the most evocative forms of poetry despite its brevity. I must admit, the ability to be concise is lost on many a poet, myself included –

…

Hm? Me?! No - well, yes, I did just say - but I'm hardly any good! Not by any professional standards. It's simply a hobby, really.

...

You would? Well... My poetry is rather special to me. It's very personal, you see, so I rather like to keep it private. We've only just met each other and –

[Thunder]

Goodness! Are you alright? I didn't know humans could jump so high.

...

Right, the storm. Would you like to go inside?

...

Are you sure?

...

Hold my hand? I... suppose that would be alright, if it would make you feel better... Oh, human. You're trembling. Here, let me shield you from the wind with my wing. There we are. How's that, dear?

...

Good.

...

Oh, it's not that. I just haven't shared my poetry with anyone before. As you can imagine, I've scarcely had the chance.

...

Certainly not! The others don't share my appreciation for the literary arts. I doubt they would take my work seriously.

That isn't to say I dislike them! They're good folk; we've protected the library together since it was built. We simply have nothing in common.

...

Gargoyles are creatures made of magic. Historically, humans aren't often fond of magic. And if they are, it's only for their own benefit.

...

Well, the library is my place. Every gargoyle has a place they protect. My family has lived in this town for generations, and the library is where I feel the most at home. I can't quite explain what it feels like, it's just an instinct.

...

This again? You really aren't going to let it go, are you?

...

Hm... I suppose a fresh pair of eyes would be helpful... How about this? We're still getting to know each other. Let's see where the night takes us, dear. We can talk, and when you're ready to sleep you can retire to the librarian's office. I'll write a poem especially for you while you rest, then once the storm passes I'll take you home.

...

Yes, then you can read my poem.

...

It's perfectly fair. You can tell me what you thought of it tomorrow night.

[Thunder, rain]

Damn it all, looks like the storm caught up to us.

...

Oh, don't fret! It's alright, dear. Come on, take my arm. Back inside we go.

...

Ahaha, don't worry about that, dear. The water will drain through the spout whether I'm there or not.

...

Of course it counts. Who here is the gargoyle?

…

The rain doesn't bother me in the slightest. It slides right off my skin. It can be a pain to fly in, but other than that I find it rather refreshing. Now, let's warm you up and get you something warm to eat.

[Time Skip]

There you are, my dear. It isn't much, but this portable heater should keep you warm through the night. Have you had enough to eat?

...

Good. As forgetful as the librarian is, she always keeps her snack drawer fully stocked. Now, try to get some rest. I'll wake you early to fly you home.

What's wrong? Are you still on edge?

...

A bit....Very well. I'll stay by your side until you fall asleep. Lie back and relax, my dear. When you wake the storm will have passed.

...

Yes, and I will have written your poem. If there's time before the library opens, I may even recite it to you.

...

Yes, really. Now goodnight, my dear.

[Pen/pencil on paper]

END

#script writing #script #fantasy #m4m #asmr rp #asmr scripts #writing #brool

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maryhadalittlehobby · 5 months ago

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IWTV Liveblog S2E8 " And that's the end of it. There's nothing left"

What is the other city in the opening? Nola?[checks YES]

The irony of Louis being buried alive in Paris like what Grace did in New Orleans but literally now

Get his ass Daniel. Don't left him forget we know he is a liar who lies

Daniel asking Louis if the rocks are still there in his ankles-We leave the damage so we don't forget the damage.

Oh how the mighty have fallen-Armand is now the lowest in the coven. He says it was a consequence of him staving Louis

God the music is beautiful and I could listen to it and Louis talk for hours

Louis says does anyone ever ask Lazerus if he wanted to be woken? I am not sure what the refers to-the bible? but i get the gist and it goes back to what I was so annoyed with in episode 5. Louis went into the sun and did not want to be saved. Here he is saying the same thing. Claudia is dead, he feels like he has nothing to live for and here Armand is again doing this shit for self serving purposes.

I was dead but my rage had risen! yesssss. KILL THEM ALL

Rage and Madness-a terrible combo

MEOW. He's lost it fr

Lowkey I loved the dead guy talking to Louis. It gave horror zombie vibes especially cause they are in a cemetery. I'm gonna need to borrow your truck lol so considerate

"I ain't fuckin worried about you!"- and that's the sad part of this Loumand story. It was never really about him. Also fuck Armand (lovingly)

He roasts Hans costume in his mad ravings lol

"If I am not with him I am nothing. "Girl stand up, you have known him for what 2 years?!

Light em up! (fall out boy gif)

Yeesss walk away from the fire without looking at it!You are too cool babes.

People are calling Louis Gay Blade and I can't. I just might have to cosplay it! I have the trench and a machete at the ready!

Estelle is hilarious. The London coven killed them because they started speaking English?! Girl. I could watch more of these two

Hello Francis! Get his ass Louis!

Why would Armand leave the evidence in the sewers?! Come on he was begging to get caught

"Hard to hold hands after he killed my sister and my fledgling" Not that had apparently after 49 yrs but again that goes back to him punishing himself

"Don't let him take credit for the workman role he played" This quick line shows Santiago was the real mastermind

Come to me Francis

I'm not sure I believe Santigo. I think he is saying all of that to rile Louis up. Armand might not have cared about Claudia but I can't imagine he would let them desecrate her ashes like that. At least i hope god.

My man said I got big balls

Louis deadly with those words. Francis never stood a chance.

Say that shit about Claudia to my face. Louis has never been hotter but he should have lit him on fire too

"All my rage and madness exited my body and nothing replaced it."Even now

My first thought when Armand said he made a choice was that he chose himself then I revised it that he chose him and Louis bc that felt like the only thinking that would make sense as to why they are still together but I WAS RIGHT. The gremlin chose himself!

I was hoping this Lestat scene was him chained up somewhere by the coven but its Magnus's tower. I thought it would be bigger(thats what she said gif)

I don't know why it went over my head watching it. I guess Louis and Armand's presence together threw me off(ahem) or else I would have expected the canon book even ts. I was looking forward to it even.

I still hope we revisit the trial or even get exposition as to why he came, why he participated and why he stayed after bc its not clear to me

Ok he answered why he stayed- To contemplate his behavior and origins in the place he was made.

I've come to kill you" Was Louis being deadass? Would he have tried

"I have to be willing and I'm not in the mood" Lestat is sooo annoying lol This is serious business

LOUIS! whatever pale proxy of me!! is wild. That'll do it(wasted gif)

Lestat's face! He can barely keep it together

"He loved you I can say that now." Cause you know the end is near that Daniel about to drop a bomb

I really can't believe the Vampire Sm has become so important lol. We were laughing. He's a whole Talamasca agent and we're laughing

uh oh that fucking piano note. Its on par with the MCR 'g' note now

Woooow Armand fdidn't save Louis just went along with the lie that he did

For all intents and purpuses Louis held his anger pretty well. I thought it would have brought down all of Dubai penthouse

I like the change that they made that Louis isn't a weak vampite. It would make sense that he can toss around Arman(especially if he isn't gonna fight back) because if Lestat has Akashas blood then so does Louis. They even say in the episode to remind us. My blood us your blood

Why set the laptop on fire?He doesn't want the book to come out now?

Louis coming home.My heart . And damn if home dont look good on him. he don't good in that ballcap

Is this the same night? Why is Louis in different clothes? And you couldn't have told me this wasn't an 80's 90's flashback with the cut of his clothes

Lestats and emotional support plank of wood

Can't lie I was hoping for the have you come back to me

this is a lot of exposition

Loustat hugging like they are finally home. fuck me up

Loustat a storm in a storm

Daniel id a vamp!!

Louis said come at me bro!I own the night!

#amc iwtv #liveblogging #iwtv liveblog #on iwtv #immortal universe

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astral-lights · 1 year ago

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Now let me specify that I will now be talking about characters. The events of this session of Secret Life will now be interpreted into the funky little narrative in my brain. Enjoy seeing me dive off the deep end and never resurface.

Ahem.

So, Jimmy is bloodthirsty as hell. He is fucking deranged. Tango knows this and is terrified of this.

Jimmy: I wouldn't chop you *immediately chops Tango*

But Tango still doesn't run away? He engages in conversation?? He taunts him?!?!

Jimmy: Was that a hard hit?

Tango: What? No, it was nothing. I kinda expected more, it was a little disappointing.

Jimmy: Oh really?

Tango: Yeah.

Jimmy: Oh really.

Tango: Yeah, c'mon, whatcha got?

UMMMMMMMMM HELLO?????? GAY?!?!? FLIRTING?!?!?! THEY FOUGHT AND THERE WERE SWORDS IN THEIR HANDS DOES THAT COUNT AS HOMOEROTIC SWORD FIGHTING?????

Tango does run away after a bit more back and forth, but like he's so casual about it? My man ain't scared at all he turned the whole ass opposite direction HE DID NOT LOOK BEHIND HIM TO SEE IF JIMMY WAS GONNA ATTACK HIM AGAIN. I'M SO SANE ABOUT THIS.

Hello, welcome to my rancher talk

So, Jimmy has decided to be the most unhinged he has ever been in this entire series. Kay, cool, love that for him. BUT THEN HE JUST DECIDES TO TARGET THE HEART FOUNDATION BUT NOT TANGO?!?! LIKE SIR DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE IMPACT THIS IS GONNA HAVE ON HOW I VIEW AND INTERPRET YOUR CHARACTER IN THIS SERIES

And then Tango is just gonna FEED INTO THAT AS WELL I GUESS

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 3 years ago

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Ropes anon! Here after a few days of no sleep and several mental break downs on my floor! It’s my bday on the 28 and I was hoping you could indulge me in an Alcina x reader x Sal poly relationship? If not, then a simple happy birthday is all I’d like.

With teary eyes, thank you dear.💜

Hello there, dear! I'm actually in the process of writing a threesome with Alcina x Reader x Sal, oddly enough 😅 So, have some Birthday fluff instead! I hope this helps you feel a little better 😊

"Ah, there you are, pet."

You had just finished the last button on your shirt, your daily duties done for the day when your Lady's tall frame came to shadow the doorway of your bedroom.

"My lady." You replied, giving her a small bow as you smirked.

"Feeling cheeky on this Birthday of yours? Hm, pet?

You chuckled, cuffing your sleeves as you made your way over to the door. Your Lady dressed exquisitely in a deep red dress and a sinful smirk across her lips.

"Maybe just a little, my lady."

"Mh.. I would expect nothing less from you, my sweet pet."

You grinned widely, following the Countess though the long hallways of the servant quarters. A truly delicious smell growing thicker in the air as you made your way closer to the dining hall.

"I gave the rest of the servants the night off so we could all be alone."

She gave you a soft smile and opened the door, the sight of Sal's toothy grin greeting you as soon as you entered.

"'Ey there, luv."

You felt yourself suddenly blush, making Alcina chuckle. Her hips swaying sinfully against the crimson of her dress - forcing your blush even deeper.

"Take a seat, pet. I had the cooks prepare all of your favorites."

The Countess had truly outdone herself. There wasn't a single favorite of yours that wasn't on the table. A splattering of cupcakes made specifically by Sal, with a large cake in the center of it all.

"All of this? For little ol' me?"

You batted your eyes lashes, making them both laugh as you did your best not to show how flustered you actually were. To have both the affections of your Lady and the one and only Sal.. well.. it was more than you could have ever dreamed of.

"Aye.. jus' wait til we get yer back ter the bedroom, luv."

"Mh.. indeed."

"I.. ahem… yes, that."

You could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks as you quickly filled your mouth with a bite of food.

"Flustered, are we?"

"Seems tha' way."

You honestly weren't sure how you survived each day not combusting into utter gay panic when dealing with the two of them. Identical devious smirks painting their faces as they sat and enjoyed their effects on you.

"You're adorable, pet." Alcina added with a chuckle, a long match in her hand as she began to light the candles on your cake.

"Now, it's time to make your birthday wish, draga mea."

"Aye.. anythin' yer want."

"Anything?" You asked with a tiny smirk, making both the Countess and Sal laugh.

"Indeed, pet."

She ran her fingers through the side of your hair before placing the match on the table. An even deeper blush across your cheeks as the sound of "Happy Birthday to You" rang through the air. Alcina's voice - warm, refined - smooth like raw honey. While Sal's overly enthusiastic rendition could make anyone's heart swell.

You closed your eyes for a moment before quickly blowing them out. Your dinner filled with all the laughter and fluster you could ever ask for - with the rest of the evening making sure every last one of your wishes came true.

Happy Birthday, dear! 🎉

#depravity answered #anonymous #resident evil village #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #genderbent sal #lady dimitrescu x reader #genderbent sal x reader #alcina x reader x genderbent sal #happy birthday dear!#i hope this helps brighten your day some ♥️#re8 asks

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vanessadoofwasmygayawakening · 3 years ago

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Chapter 1 of my gay mlb text fic

Can be found on ao3 here

Here goes!

Chapter 1

LuckyCharms has created the chat Francois Dupont GSA Club

Wednesday, September 3rd 17:10

cats_meow has been added to the conversation

pocketwatch has been added to the conversation

jasontodd has been added to the conversation

ratgina_george has been added to the conversation

LuckyCharms: Hello. Welcome to the group I guess. Please state y'alls names, pronouns, sexualities, grade level, and anything else you might want to share.

cats_meow has changed chat name to be crime do gay

cats_meow: *le gasp*

cats_meow: a cereal goddess??

cats_meow: can anybody be more lucky???

LuckyCharms: Your names please.

pocketwatch: hand them over :)

pocketwatch: or elsa :))

jasontodd: lmao elsa

pocketwatch: shut

LuckyCharms: Okay. I'll start. My name is Marinette, she/her, and I am the biest bi to ever bi :) also I'm a junior

pocketwatch: hey hey hey thanks for checking in im ✨still a piece of garbage✨

pocketwatch: anyways, im alix, gender is a social construct, fuck romance and i have a fake spider named Gerald. hes 2 years old but im a sophomore

ratgina_george: loving how the only thing you capitalized was gerald

pocketwatch: :)

cats_meow: @LuckyCharms i was hoping for you to actually be a cereal goddess just so i could get a lifetime supply of that cookie cereal with a wolf mascot just to piss off my cousin who thinks that frosted flakes are the best brain fart god has ever had but they're nOT THEY ARE A FUCKING TRAVESTY TO ALL THINGS CEREAL THEYRE SO BLAND

jasontodd: excuse me sir but what the fuck-

cats_meow: *ahem*

cats_meow: excuseh mwah

cats_meow: my name is adrien agreste, my pronouns are he/him, im as gay as a fucking rainbow am poly, a junior, and the first person to go when we finally eat the rich will be my sperm donor, gabriel "asshole" agreste

ratgina_george: ima give that a solid amen

ratgina_george: my name is chloe, my pronouns are she/her, and to deliberately plagiarize off of one adrien agreste, im as gay as a fucking rainbow and a huge theater nerd, evidenced by the name

ratgina_george: also a junior :)

cats_meow: @jasontodd ??? youve been ghosting

cats_meow: also, @ratgina_george rude :(

jasontodd: lmao sorry I was eating

jasontodd: I'm Kim my pronouns are he/him, I'm the straightie here but I'm trans so ig that counts for being able to be here,,, and im a junior!!!

pocketwatch: ohmigod we have a token hetero!!!!

pocketwatch: also you're completely valid you dont need to be gay to be part of the club

pocketwatch: all you really need to do is not be a homophobe and you're eligible

cats_meow: @LuckyCharms see look mom we are already hitting such huge milestones!!!

cats_meow: our very own het!

LuckyCharms: :,) my brain child,,,

LuckyCharms: so proud :,^)

ratgina_george: ew what is that nose-

be crime do gay

Friday, Sept. 5th 7:01

ratgina_george: yall

ratgina_george: THE SCHOOL MUSICAL IS HEATHERS

ratgina_george: AND AUDITIONS ARE NEXT WEEK

ratgina_george: asdfghjkl

ratgina_george: AAAAHHHH

cats_meow: !!!!!!!!

cats_meow: thats great!!!!!

LuckyCharms: I'm assuming you're auditioning?

ratgina_george: ofc!!!!

ratgina_george: who do you think I am!!?

ratgina_george: a peasant!?!?!?!

pocketwatch: heather chandler?

ratgina_george: yes

ratgina_george: it's like

ratgina_george: Mean Girl Solidarity™

jasontodd: makes sense

pocketwatch: im auditioning for jd!!!

pocketwatch: me and nath are doing it together!!!!

pocketwatch: because if the teachers wont go for an enby whos biologically female

pocketwatch: then theyll have to go for another enby who's biologically male

pocketwatch: bc fuck gender stereotypes!!!!!

LuckyCharms: praise 🙏

be crime do gay

Wednesday, Sept. 10th 15:15

mimekinnie has been added to the conversation

pocketwatch: bro @mimekinnie

mimekinnie: bro!!!!!

LuckyCharms: @mimekinnie Please state your name, pronouns, sexuality, grade level, and anything else you want to share

mimekinnie: ok ig

mimekinnie: my name is Nath, I'm a sophomore. I go by he/they, I'm poly and bi and my boyf changed my name to this because I drew myself as a mime one time and always wear berets

cats_meow: oh so youre the hot french guy!!!

cats_meow: ive been wanting to meet you

jasontodd: um sir that's kinda gay,,,

ratgina_george: you get out of here dc superfan

ratgina_george: marvel all the way

jasontodd: *gasp*

jasontodd: you take that back

pocketwatch: things are getting heated in the superhero fandom

cats_meow: lmao yall over here with the justice league and avengers

cats_meow: the only bitches i respect in this house are kid cosmic and the local heros

jasontodd: ok thats fair

mimekinnie > redhoodie

mimekinnie: asdfghjkl

redhoodie: lmao wassup

mimekinnie: yk that guy who always wears really fucking tight leather pants??

mimekinnie: and who has the greenest eyes anyone has ever seen???

redhoodie: oh yeah the kid who always makes cat puns

redhoodie: what about him

mimekinnie: he called me

mimekinnie: and I quote

mimekinnie: "the hot french guy"

mimekinnie: like

mimekinnie: tf am I supposed to do with that????

mimekinnie: is he flirting??

mimekinnie: is he just being nice???

redhoodie: omg dude calm down

redhoodie: if he is flirting

redhoodie: and let me assure you, he def is,

redhoodie: do you at least have a chance with him?

mimekinnie: yeah he said hes gay and poly

mimekinnie: so ig you have a chance too

redhoodie: flirt with him back

redhoodie: ill come to the next meeting

redhoodie: lets woo us a catboy

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #le chien kim #alix kubdel #chloe bourgeois #marc anciel #fanfic #lgbtq

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wholesome-lee-trash · 3 years ago

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My Top Posts in 2021

Patton x Remus (I’m not sure what the ship name is) a tickle monster fight? (Sorry I’m very bad at prompts (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)）

YESSS when I saw this I just went... That is perfect.

Word count: 526

Warnings: Remus, Deceit, murderers, and tickles.

Characters: Patton, Remus, Deceit, Logan

Fandom: Sanders Sides

I'm bored...

It was a pretty quiet day in the Mind Palace. Everyone was doing their own things in their rooms, when Patton got bored. He left his room, searching for someone to hang out with, when he found Remus watching TV.

"Hi Remus!" The moral side greeted.

"Hello! Don't you just find it so interesting, these shows?" Patton sits on the couch, and looks at the TV. He's watching a serial killer documentary.

"Uh... not really. Say, kiddo, why don't we watch something more... family friendly?"

"What? No!"

"But Remus!" Patton says.

"No! Jefferey Dahmer is so interesting! Did you know he was gay?"

"No...?"

"Yeah! And he-"

"I don't want to learn about murderers, Remus." Patton says, swaying from side to side to show he's bored.

"Then what DO you want to do?" Remus asks.

"I don't know. I'm bored." Patton says.

"Hm. What if you can fly, but only for a short period of time? Because jumping-"

"No. We're not jumping off the roof of a building to test your theory." The duke crosses his arms.

"But-"

"That's enough out of you, mister!" Patton says playfully and pounces on the Duke, sitting on his waist while he lay on the couch.

"Pat-" Remus gets cut off by his own laughter, when Patton starts using his thumbs to thoroughly massage his armpits. "Nohohoho!"

"Awe!" Patton says. "Adorable."

"Nohohoho! Ihihi'm nohohOHOHOT!" Remus's laughter significantly increases when Patton moves to his belly. "PAHAHATTON! NO!"

"Mm... Patton yes." He says, dipping his finger into the Duke's belly button, as his shirt had ridden up some from all the squirming.

"I think I found a giggle button Remus!" A snort, and Patton stopped immediately, hoping he wasn't going too far, and Remus was getting enough oxygen.

"Hehehehe." Remus allowed the residual giggles to leave his system. Then Remus looked at Patton with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Patton knew that look, so he tried to run for the door, but Remus tackled him to the floor before he could get away.

"Remus, can't we tahalk about thihis?" Patton asks, already giggling, knowing what's about to happen.

"No." Remus says, going straight for Patton's tummy, which is definitely one of his worst spots. He immediately erupted into happy laughter, pushing at the Duke's hands.

"Nahahaha! Rehehmus!" Patton protested. "Dohohon't!"

"Don't what?"

"Tickle mehehe!"

"Tickle you? Ok, because you asked." Remus shrugs, dipping his finger into Patton's 'giggle button'.

"NOHOHOHO!" Patton squealed, kicking the floor and pushing as hard as he could at the Duke's hands.

"Ahem." A voice said from the doorway. The world seemed to stop for a moment, besides Patton's giggling. Both Patton and Remus turned their heads to see who it was. Logan and Deceit were in the doorway. Remus slowly got off of Patton, who sat up and protected his middle. The four sides just stared at each other for what seemed like the longest minute in existence.

"Patton?" Logan asks. The side in question shook his head, anticipatory giggles taking over.

"Remus?" Deceit asks. The Duke slowly shuffles away.

Safe to say this was one of the biggest tickle fights in the Mind Palace.

34 notes • Posted 2021-03-12 00:41:27 GMT

Remus spooking logan with threats to- uh oh, tiggle him~

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Word Count: 969

Ship: None

Characters: Ler!Remus, Lee!Logan, Roman, Patton, Virgil, Janus

Warnings: Deceit, Remus, Tickles

A/N: You know, I think the whole "Nothing gets past the tickle monster" Thing is gonna become that thing that I just do and that's how you know it's me. Hope you like the story!

Talking is Easy

It had started out as playful banter one day. But his reaction to it, it was priceless. So, he did what anyone would do. Continue.

"I'll tickle you if you don't give me a jar of Crofters!"

"Stop working so we can DO something! Or else... I'll tickle you!"

"I'm gonna tickle you!" Remus says, having fun teasing the normally stoic side. The poor man's reaction was adorable. A bright pink flush crept into his face, while he tried so desperately to hide it without looking suspicious. Stuttering over his words, he usually just went to his room to cool down for a bit.

But today he was acting just a bit strangely.

Logan woke up in a good mood. He felt a desire, butterflies in his stomach. But what could he possibly desire? Remus' words ran through his heads.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Oh, no.

If Logan even saw Remus today, he knew the Lee mood would get so much worse. Not to mention the teasing that he's been doing for however long it's been. He groans. If he goes to breakfast, he might see Remus. If he doesn't, Patton will worry and force him to leave his bedroom, and probably see Remus.

The logical side gets up and goes to breakfast, which happened to be waffles.

Logan has sat down and started eating before he witnessed a very rambunctious dark side enter the room.

"Morning everyone! What are we having for breakfast today? Ooh! Pancakes with abs!" Logan then sees a very tired looking Deceit walk through the doorway. Been there before. The Duke gobbles down his waffles and runs out the room, like a child on Christmas morning running to see their presents.

"How does he have so much energy all. The. Time?" Deceit whines, laying his head on the table. Logan, feeling sympathy for him, took care of his dishes and went to find the Duke.

"Why, hello there, Lo-Lo!" Remus says.

"That... isn't how you sit on a couch." He had sat himself on the top of the sofa, leaning against the wall behind him, feet on the cushions.

"Sure it is! Sit with me Logan!"

"How do you have so much energy?"

"Oh, simple! You just steal Janus' energy drink, replace it with water, and boom, now you have energy! Why, are you in the mood to steal, Lo?"

"No, I'm not. Merely curious, was all." Logan starts to walk away.

"Looogan!" Remus whines. "Sit with me! Or I'll tickle you!" Logan's face started to burn.

"Talking is easy, but doing is harder." Remus practically jumped off the couch.

"C'mere, Logan!" He called as a chase ensued. Logan never acted like that normally. Normally, he'd stutter a little, and then just leave the room. Today, he didn't do that. Strange.

Logan made it back to the kitchen table before Remus could catch him and hid behind Patton.

"What's going on, kiddo?" Patton asks, not opposed to shielding Logan from Remus.

"Come here, Lo!" Remus taunts, moving closer.

"No." Logan moves away.

"Remus." Deceit says sternly, ready to put up with his tomfoolery for the day. "Stop chasing Logan."

"Oh come on, Jan. He wants it! Don't you, Lo-lo?"

"No." Logan couldn't help the blush that rose on his cheeks.

"I'm so confused." Virgil says quietly.

"What's going on here?" Roman asks.

"Oh, I'm just going to tickle him!" The Duke answers.

"Really? Is that what this is all about?" Patton asks, directed towards Logan and Remus.

"Of course-" Logan saw an opening while Remus was answering Patton, and ran towards his room. "LOGAN!" Remus following not too far behind.

"Well, now I'm interested." Virgil says.

"Come on then! Let's go watch!" Roman jogs to catch up with them, Virgil close behind. Janus followed them silently, Patton left to clean the kitchen and bake some cookies.

"NO!"

"Yes!" The Duke yelled after Logan. They ran into some room, without an exit. It took Logan only a few seconds to realize his mistake, the Duke guarding the only door, the one they came in through.

"Uh... Now Remus. I-I'm sure we can talk about this, yeah?"

"Logan, you challenged me."

"I did not! I merely said, talking is easy, doing is- Oh." Remus stalked closer and Logan extended his arms, keeping distance between them. "No!"

"Yes!" Before Logan could comprehend, Remus tackled him and had him pinned on the floor.

"Remus! Get off!"

"No! But, I will do this!" His hands turn into claws, absolutely wrecking Logan's sides.

"ACK! No! RemuS!" Logan fights the wobbly smile that's already on his face, the giggles bubbling up quickly. His hands fly to the Duke's wrists, trying to push him off, unsuccessful.

"Oh, did you want me to move down here?" He teases, massaging his hips. Logic's head falls backwards, giggles streaming out of him uncontrollably.

"Nahahahahaha! Dohohohon't!"

"Awe, why not, Lo?"

"Ihihihit!"

"Tickles? Yeah, that's kinda the point." Remus moves up to Logan's ribs, scratching the spaces in between the bones.

"Nohohohahahaha! Rehehehemuhuhus!" Logan laughs, kicking his legs. He was becoming weaker by the second, the tickling too much to bear. Remus continued to switch between different tickle spots, keeping Logan on his toes. All Logan could do was laugh, which eventually became silent.

"Alright, that's enough." Roman intruded, pulling Remus off and smacking his hands away.

"Noooo!" The Duke whined as he watched Logan curl into a ball.

"Well, if you're done, I totally don't think that Patton's made some cookies." Janus says, scaring everyone but Remus, who's used to him seemingly popping up out of nowhere. Virgil helped Logan up, still a little giggly, while Roman walked with Remus. They all entered the kitchen, seeing as the cookies were on the stove cooling down.

"Where did Patton go?" Roman asks.

"Nothing gets past the tickle monster."

35 notes • Posted 2021-08-15 04:20:45 GMT

Prompt: Analogical tummy tickles! Virgil wants to tickle the others and starts with Logan. But of course, Logan gets him back (once he knows he's ok with it)!

YES. JUST YES.

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Characters: Switch!Logan, Switch!Virgil

Word count: 427

Warnings: None, just tickles!

You're Up Early

"Hi Logan." Virgil greets, walking into the common room and sitting on the couch.

"Hello Virgil. What are you doing up so early?" Logan asks.

"Couldn't sleep."

"Again?" The logical trait sighs. "You need sleep. There's many negative side effects-"

"I know, Logan. I know." A few beats of silence. Due to the restless night, he got a major ler mood, one because he wanted control.

"What's on your mind?" Logan asks. Virgil looks up at him, and back down at his hands.

"Nothing." The anxious trait mutters. What if he doesn't like to be tickled? What if he doesn't want it? What if the laughter wakes the others?

"Virgil." Logan says firmly, making Virgil's head snap up to pay attention. "No one else is here. You can talk to me. I'll admit that I'm not the best at helping with feelings, but-"

"I just... I want to... tickle someone. And I know that you don't really-"

"Virgil! Stop. If it will make you feel better, then I will... consent."

"Really? I don't want to force you." Virgil says.

"Yes."

"Ok... um... lay down? I guess?" So Logan lays down on the couch, as Virgil moves to sit on his hips. "Comfy?"

"Go ahead." Logan says, doing his best to keep his voice from faltering. Virgil starts squeezing up and down his sides, scratching lightly at his ribs, drilling his thumbs into armpits. The laughter that came from these minimal effort actions was magical.

"Awe, Logic." Virgil smirked, a teasing smirk. He started dancing his fingers across his tummy.

"VIHIRGIHIL!" Logan laughed, blush rising.

"What's wrong? Am I teasing you?" Logan turned his head, closing his eyes, and nodded, all the while laughing. "Don't worry. Let's get right to the point, shall we?"

"NOHOAHAHA!" Logan protested, unable to stop himself from gripping Virgil's wrists. The anxious trait dipped his finger down into his belly button and wiggled it around.

Logan snorted.

This signified that he wasn't getting enough air, so Virgil let up immediately and got off of him. Logan went limp and let the residual giggles escape. After a few minutes, he sat up and looked at Virgil.

"Are you feeling better?" Logan asks, as if they meditated rather than had a tickle fight. Virgil nods, a small smile playing at his lips.

"Good." Logan tackles him down onto the couch. "Do I have permission to get my revenge?" A bashful nod, and another round of tickling.

Little did they know, Patton was down there the whole time, watching them.

"Nothing gets past the tickle monster."

38 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 22:00:52 GMT

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Word count: 4939

Ship: None

Warnings: Deceit, Remus, safeword usage, pretty intense tickles, alcohol

A/N: Oops I accidentally made this. I promise I'm working on requests but this was in my brain, it had to be written! Uh oh, Long fic needing multiple parts alert!

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Janus had one too many drinks.

Well, maybe more than that.

He stumbled around, seemingly looking for something. He was laughing happily, something that doesn't happen often if it isn't forced out of him. As much as Patton would have loved to hear more of his precious laughing, he knew he should help.

"Jan? Whatcha doing?" Patton asks, going up to him.

"Remusss?" He asks, putting his hand on Patton's face. The bespectacled side pulled the hand off.

"No, it's Patton." Janus leans his head on Patton's shoulder, hat slipping off. A wave of giggles pursued. "Did you want Remus?" Janus shakes his head no into the shoulder. Patton wraps his arms around the snake, moving him over to sit on the couch. Patton sat against the arm of the couch and pulled Janus backwards into his lap.

"Dohoho the thihihing!" Janus giggled, almost tiredly.

"What thing?" Patton asks, confused.

"The thihing... I used to, Virgil, and he'd fall 'sssleep."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Janus." As if on cue, Virgil walked into the room and sat down on the other couch.

"Virgil?" The anxious side looked over, seeing a drunken Janus laying on Patton.

"Yeah?"

"What's he going on about?"

"Ihi lihike it! You gohotta do ihihit to me aaaaaall the time! Ohohor I be sahad! Please?" Janus babbled.

"Uh... I'm gonna need some context."

"He says he used to do it to you, and you'd fall asleep." Virgil thought for a moment, before being struck with realization.

"Uh... I-I don't know." Virgil got up and left the room, redness forming on his cheeks. Though, maybe it's not so bad. Now he can embarrass the snake.

"Jan, you gotta tell me what you want." Patton encourages.

"Plehehease?"

"Do you want me to... play with your hair?" Patton moves his hands to do just that.

"No..."

"I don't know what you want. Do you want a hug?"

"Noo!"

"Then what do you want?"

"Tired!"

"You're tired? Do you want to go to bed?" Patton asks.

"No, I wanna... Ughhhh!" He groans, putting his hands on his face.

"So dramatic." Patton giggles. "You should go to bed, kiddo."

"Nah!" He acts like a kid. Patton still drags him to his room, and as soon as his head hits the pillow, he's out like a light. The moral side turns out the light and shuts the door, going to bed himself.

"So. Just us now." The prince says from the dining table. The lights were only on in there and in the kitchen, where Virgil was.

"I guess so." Anxiety sits on the counter, looking at Roman.

"Why was Janus drunk?"

"Dunno. Dealing with your brother all day every day must be... difficult, to say the least."

"You're probably right. Why'd you go in there and come right back out?"

"Patton didn't want me turning on the TV."

"Mm. Well, I'm gonna head to bed." With that, the prince was off.

"Night."

In the morning, Janus woke up groggy, but was startled awake when he saw Virgil sitting at his desk. His arms were crossed, watching him.

"Why are you in my room?!"

"You were drunk last night."

"How does that give you the right to be in my room?"

"You told the others how you just had to be tickled all the time, otherwise you'd be sad."

"What. Why would I say that? I don't even like- Oh, you know what, I probably lie a lot more when I'm drunk." Deceit nods, though he couldn't deny the redness creeping up in his human cheek.

"Mm. Yeah. Indeed." Virgil's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Why would I even say such a thing?"

"You wanted to be tickled. You never said the word. But you did say 'that thing I used to get Virgil to go to sleep.'"

"Oh. I'm in trouble now, aren't I?"

"No, of course not! I just, didn't know you 'don't' like being tickled." He used air quotes.

"I don't." He hissed.

"Mm. Then explain the blush."

"I'm hot, is all."

"Oh, ok. Welp, I should get going. I just wanted you to know I have blackmail on you. Have a nice day!"

"I don't like you." Janus mutters.

"What was that?" Virgil asks, even though he heard the snake clearly.

"I said, you too!"

"That's what I thought." Virgil left the room and closed the door, leaving Deceit to get dressed and such.

"This is not only terrifying." Deceit thinks. "But fueling a major Lee mood." He breathes, checking the mirror to be sure he's presentable, and not blushing, and leaves his room.

"Hey Jan Jan!" Remus greets, with way too much energy for this early.

"Hello, Remus." He continues to walk to the dining room, where he finds Virgil talking to Roman.

Odd and terrifying.

"Good morning Janus! You feeling better?" Patton asks.

"No, not at all."

"Oh, I'm sorry-" Deceit sighs at Patton's gullibility.

"I was lying."

"Oh. Then that's good!"

"What are you cooking?"

"Pancakes! They'll be ready soon!" Janus nods, and goes to sit down. Virgil sits next to him and whispers.

"Today is going to be fuun!" Janus hisses, and Virgil just smirks. "So fun."

"Come now, don't fight, unless you're fighting the dragon witch!" Roman declares.

After breakfast, everyone splits to do their own activities. Logan goes to his room, Roman and Remus go to the creativity, Patton goes to his room, and Virgil and Deceit go to the living room to watch TV.

"Can we watch what I want to watch?" Virgil asks.

"But-"

"Oh, that's fine. I'll just go tell everyone that you're ticklish and want to be tickled." That word!

"Fine." Janus hands the remote to Virgil and crosses his arms.

Animaniacs?

A strange choice, but it wasn't like he could question it. Until the theme came on, and he figured out why Virgil had been so insistent on doing a children's show. Janus gave Virgil a death glare, but he ignored it.

He got into the show, but again and again he was reminded of why he was watching that show in the first place. Every 20 minutes or so, he'd see it again.

"You know, I'm thirsty." Janus finally said, reaching his limit on how many times he could see a tickle scene without spontaneously combusting. And so, Virgil followed him to the kitchen.

"Me too. Can you get me a cup of orange juice?"

"You can get it yourself!" Janus objects.

"Oh, then I guess I can tell everyone just how much you want to be tickled right now."

"No!" Janus grabs his arm before he can walk off. "I mean, I can get you a glass of orange juice." And so, he makes his own drink, before reaching for a cup for Virgil. In doing this, the anxious trait decided it'd be a good idea to poke the snake's side. He froze.

"I will slap you." He says, as he slowly brings the cup down.

"I'll get everyone to pin you down so you can have absolutely no wiggle room, and then you'll have me, Logan, Roman, Patton, and Remus tickling you all at once. Two of us will have both hands open, which means, 10, 20... 35 wiggling fingers on your ticklish little body, not to mention all the teasing that will consume you, making you that much more ticklish." Deceit hadn't noticed until now, but he'd set the cup on the counter and was backed into a corner, Virgil mere inches away from him. "Blushing? Already?"

"Virgil!" Deceit puts his hands in between himself and the mentioned. Butterflies swarmed in his stomach, so very ready to be tickled. "I don't want to be tickled!"

"Greatest lie of the century, Jan. Too bad I can see right through you."

"Stoooop!" He whines, but he'd never admit it. Footsteps come down the hallway, and they scrambled to just stand next to each other.

"What's going on here?"

"Ah, Roman! Just the prince I wanted to see. Can you go get-"

"Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up!" Janus repeated, until he just placed his hand on Virgil's mouth. Virgil tried to pry his hand off, Deceit clearly disconcerted about what he was going to say.

"Go get the-"

"SHHHHHHH!" Janus shushed him, being louder than Virgil.

"What is going on?" Roman asks.

"Others!" Virgil got out, before another hand was placed on his mouth.

"Ok, I'll go get the others."

"No!" Janus pleads.

"Haha-" Virgil mocks, but Janus hisses at him. Roman was already down the hallway. He couldn't stop him now. Janus uses his plan B.

Hide.

So, he runs to his room and locks the door, sitting against it.

Meanwhile, when Roman got back with the others, Deceit was gone.

"Guys. Today I learned that Janus likes being tickled. We have to go tickle him!"

"How'd you figure that out?" Logan asks.

"Long story."

"We have time. Where is he?" Roman asks.

"In his room. So, come on, we have to go get him! It'll be funny."

"Maybe he doesn't want it right now." Logan says.

"You're not listening to me. He's been wanting to be tickled all day. I'm giving everyone an opportunity to 'get him back' and to tickle him. Don't you like his laugh?" He asks Patton, who nods. "And don't you want to get back at him for pretending to be you?" He asks Logan.

"Indeed."

"And don't you want to get back at him for lying so much?" He asks Roman, who stands, confused.

"I mean, yes, but, how did you figure out he likes being tickled? Did he forget to cover his tracks, as they say?"

"He was drunk, that's how I know."

"Isn't that kinda mean, though? Virge, he has no control over what he does or says while under the influence."

"So? He still wants to be tickled, like, a lot. He admitted it to me this morning!"

"When?" Logan asks.

"I said, 'I didn't know you don't like to be tickled', and he said, 'I don't' That's a double negative, crosses out, and it means that, indeed, he likes being tickled." Everyone looked at Logan, and he nodded. "So, is everyone game?" One by one, everyone nodded. "Good. Here's the plan:"

Meanwhile, Deceit sat at his door, trying to calm his blush and his lee mood. Everyone is about to come after him, and he knew it. He was nervous, but excited at the same time. Anticipation filled his body, other than the butterflies taking shelter in his tummy. Did he want it? Yes, of course he did. But he couldn't admit it, he had a reputation to uphold. One of the most stoic sides, the mysterious dark side.

"Janus?" He heard Remus' voice. He stood up, ear pressed against the door.

"Yeah?"

"I have a question."

"What?"

"Can I come in?" He tried the door handle. Locked.

"You can ask through the door!" Janus says. He heard a mumble. Janus unlocked the door and slowly opened it. "I'm sorry?" The door was yanked the rest of the way opened by Roman.

"Are you ticklish, Jan?" Remus asks, advancing, the others following suit. Janus was backed into his bed, so he went around it, until he, once again, was cornered.

"No!" He lied.

"Now now, lying isn't good, kiddo." Patton says. Janus sinks to the floor, hands protecting him.

"Um... I need... to... I... um... I can't... right now because..." He stutters, trying to find a way out. However, given that there are 5 people trying to tickle him, the butterflies in his tummy, and that there is no way out except for the one door in his room, it's given that he'd be prioritizing the security of himself rather than find a lie to tell.

"I-I'm sure we can talk this out, w-we..."

"Oh, of course we can talk! But first..." Virgil yanked him away from his corner and pinned him down, Logan and Patton sitting on his arms, Remus and Roman sitting on his legs.

"Wait a minute. Both hands are open for 5 people! I think I did my math wrong earlier. That means 50 fingers, all tickling you. 50 fingers skittering across your helpless body. You couldn't move if you tried." A wobbly smile made it's way onto Janus' face. Patton leaned down to talk in his ear.

"Safe word?" Logan asks. "Or stoplight method?"

"Um... y-yeah. Stoplight."

"This is ok, right? We'd never do anything you didn't want to happen to you."

"If you truly don't want it, it's perfectly fine to say so right now." Roman says.

"I-It..." He huffed, knowing he'll either have to live with this Lee mood, or be absolutely and undeniably embarrassed. He thought for a few moments, as to not turn into a stuttering mess.

"I would absolutely not like for it to happen."

"Oh, then I guess we can't tickle you." Virgil says, and the group gets up. Deceit lays there, unmoving.

"I lied! Shouldn't you know this by now? You should- it's a lie!"

"What's a lie?" Virgil asks, and the group goes back to their positions. Janus breathes.

"I would not like to be tickled."

"Mm. Even if it is a lie, we do need some form of honest consent, which means no lies, no peer pressure, no anything, just you and your honest opinion."

"Fine."

"Fine... what?"

"You can... do it."

"Do what?" Oh, if looks could kill, Virgil would've been a goner.

"You're really milking this, aren't you?"

"Of course not! We just want your honest consent, make sure we're all on the same page here." Sarcasm drips from his voice. Deceit breathed, then sighs, laying his head back on the ground.

"Okyoucantickleme."

"I'm sorry? Was that just me or all of us?"

"All."

"So... say it again? Just so we're all understanding each other."

"I hate you."

"I'm sure."

"Youallcannot- er..." He sighs. "Youallcantickleme."

"Say a little louder, and a little clearer?"

"You know what I said, just do it!" Janus whines.

"I'm triple-checking."

"You don't need to triple check!" He whined, trying to move to see how easily he could escape. He found it near impossible to move at all.

"Yes I do!"

"Just do the thing already!"

"What thing?"

"You're doing a great job forcing me to say stuff."

"Fine then. We'll all tease you then." He kneels next to his side, putting his wiggling fingers dangerously close to his tummy. Everyone else picked up on it and added their fingers.

"Nope, not gonna work." He closes his eyes, tilting his head towards the ceiling.

"Wanna bet?"

"You're not gonna win this one, Virge."

"Look at how close my fingers are to tickling you! It'll put you in pure bliss, that giggly state. C'mon, kiddo, all you gotta do is say a few words." Patton says.

"The itsy-" Remus starts.

"NO!" Janus' eyes burst open, trying his best to get away. It didn't work.

"Bitsy spider~"

"Remus! Don't!"

"Went up the water-"

"REMUS!"

"Spout. Down came the-"

"Please!" Roman watched his brother do the motions without actually touching the snake, and how it was driving him insane.

"Rain and washed-"

"Remus!" His cheeks were flushed pink, embarrassed, or something, by this game.

"The spider out."

"NO!"

"Out came the sun-"

"Stop!"

"And dried up all the rain."

"Remus! Don't!"

"The itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again." Deceit relaxed once the song was finished.

"So... I'm confused?" Virgil says.

"He's weak for those tickles."

"No I'm NOT!" He blushes. "But I won!"

"X-" Remus smirks.

"I HATE YOU!"

"Marks the spot."

"STOPIT!"

"With a circle and a dot!"

"REMUS I BEG OF YOU!"

"Up come the pirates-"

"FINE I'LL SAY IT!" And so, Remus stops. "Haha tricked- NO I WAS JOKING! I was joking! Haha, funny! Right?" He breathed. "You. All. Can. Tick...le. Tickle. Me."

"So... green light?" Virgil asks.

"Really? I gave you-"

"Digging, di-"

"GREEN!"

"Ok, you need to teach me these songs." Virgil tells Remus. Deceit lays, realizing what he's done.

"For sure."

"What have I done." Deceit says.

"You got yourself into a position where I can teach everyone about those songs!"

"But first, let's tikki tikki tickle our little-" Patton says.

"You know what, I think I preferred the songs to this."

"And I think, you're full of BS." Remus says, squeezing his human side. He tries to squirm away.

"And I think, I'm confused as to why singing itsy bitsy spider and the... x marks the spot or whatever, gets to you." Virgil says.

"Oh, I just conditioned him so-"

"RemuS I SWEAR-"

"Whenever he hears those songs, it means the tickles he likes-"

"I DO NOT!"

"Are coming!"

"No! He's lying, I, for one, DO NOT LIKE CHILDISH-"

"YEAH YOU DO-" Logan sighed at the chaos and vibrated his fingers into poor Deceit's ribs. That shut him up real fast, and therefore quieting Remus.

"C'mon, guys. I think we need to stop teasing our ticklish kiddo and actually give him what he wants!" Patton says, dragging his finger ever so slowly down his ribs. Deceit inhales sharply. A few pokes to the sides and ribs and tummy. His eyes had closed again, focusing on not laughing. The pokes soon turned into strokes, very long strokes. He was struggling to keep his laughter in.

"It's ok Dee! You can laugh!" Patton says, wiggling his finger under his chin.

"No!" He said quickly, the floodgates of giggles soon to break.

And they did, once Roman and Remus joined in at the hip.

"NoOOO! Ihihhisn't fahahahair!" He bucks around, trying to get out.

Well, that was debatable, but, nonetheless bucking around. Roman giggled along with Deceit, not expecting him to have such happy laughter. Remus smiled at him, and walked his fingers upwards. "Nahahaha!"

Patton circles the snake's armpit, elicting a... definitely not a squeal. Virgil placed one hand on his tummy with wiggling fingers. He hadn't noticed it, he was too busy worrying about the other sensations, but Remus was teaching Roman how to do the itsy bitsy spider.

"GUYHYHYS!" Janus pleads.

"What is it, Jan? Did you want me to... do this?" Patton asks, digging right into his armpit. This caused a squeak.

"We're almost there!" Remus sing-songs.

"Almost where?" Virgil asks.

"You'll hear. Logan, side and armpit. Patton, armpit. Virgil, belly, me and you, hip." Remus instructs. And so, they go at each of their spots mercilessly.

"NAHAHAHAHA! R- RAHA! REHEHEMUHUHUS!" He'd never truly experienced all this at the same time. It was a bit much, until, he screamed, it fell silent, and snorts came. It felt like a wave of relief washed over him.

"Look! He turns into a puddle!" He let's up, and everyone follows suit, allowing the snake to ride out the giggles.

"Not a puddle." He mumbles. Patton strokes his snake side.

"It's ok, it's cute that you turn into a puddle when your tickled!" He strokes over the jaw, and Deceit jerks, then relaxes, soft purrs being dragged from his body.

"This... humiliating." Especially considering the part that he likes those kinds of tickles. But he'd never admit that.

"Why are you purring?" Patton asks.

"I think it has something to do with him being part snake and all." Remus shrugs.

"Can we see the songs now?" Roman asks. Remus nods.

"We have to flip him over though. It shouldn't be too hard, since he's a puddle." And so he was flipped over, and everyone sat back down.

"The itsy bitsy spiiiider went up the water spout~" He sung, spidering his fingers up his back to his shoulders. Tiny giggles escaped Deceit, not being able to stop it, but not wanting to either.

"Down came the rain and washed the spider out." Remus taps his fingers as if typing on a keyboard all the way down his back. They all noticed the sensitive lower back area.

"Out came the sun and dried up all the rain." He massaged the shoulder blades.

"Mhmhmhmhm!" Giggled Deceit, accidentally showing everyone his hissy giggles.

"Awe!" Patton cooed. Janus tried to bury his face in the floor, but it wasn't doing that good of a job.

"The itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again." He spidered his hands up his back.

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Headcanon time!

Fandom: Sanders sides (Tickle HC)

Logan (Logic):

-Major Lee No opinion on the matter, there is always more important stuff to get done.

-Usually just stands-by and watches. He might linger in the room. He might hide his watchful eyes with a book or his phone.

-If caught, he's only watching for "Research Purposes." Sure you are, buddy. You definitely don't want to be in the lee's position.

-If he is dragged into a tickle fight, then he was DRAGGED into it. He would be way too flustered to just... join.

-He's not super ticklish ok that's a lie but his feet will be the death of him

-he never really learned how to tickle, it's unconventional Just wait until he hears a squeak while dragging Patton away from the cookie jar.

Patton (Morality)

-Ler leaning switch. I'm talking 90 percent ler.

-The tickle monster. He gets bored easily, what else is he gonna do?

-amazing 10/10 aftercare. Stays with you after he finishes tickling probably just to hear the person's laughter for as long as possible

-The one who drags Logan into the tickle fight and tickles him because N O T H I N G gets past the tickle monster.

-If a side is embarrassed that they are ticklish, he won't tell anyone. Ok, that might be a lie. He'll only tell if you break a deal or he's bored in front of the others

-Tells a pun while tickling the side and then be like "I know my pun was funny, but it wasn't THAT funny!"

-Loves to torment Logan. Logan hates loves it.

-Might be nice and wait until him and the lee are alone.

-but when he's tickled he has adorable giggles

-After he tickles someone he gets a Lee mood like clockwork

Roman (Creativity)

-Ler.

-CAN and WILL use the conjuring against the others

-This man will tease you into oblivion.

-Definitely will make Disney References while tickling. "What were those things called again?" A minute of tickling the feet. "Oh. Feet." (The Little Mermaid if you don't get it)

-When if this man gets tickled, he won't hold back. He has some logic. If Virgil was comfortable enough to tickle him, why hold back? If Logan was comfortable enough to tickle him, why hold back? And if Patton tickles him which usually doesn't happen they usually gang up on one or both of the other sides then he won't hold back because... it's Patton.

-Virgil is his favorite lee.

Virgil (Anxiety)

-Lee

-he might tickle them back, but he'll probably try to but then think "what if they're not in the mood?" And then just stand there awkwardly.

-really out of character childish, happy laugh.

-S T O M A C H

-Will not say stop unless he means it

-Will try to cover his mouth with his hands or his jacket.

-sometimes the sides stop early to make sure he's ok since he's still relatively new to this whole tickling thing.

-VERY ticklish. Dern fight-or-flight response.

Remus (Creativity Pt. 2)

-Major ler vibes

-doesn't talk to anyone enough to actually figure out this tickling concept.

-the kind of person who can't tease without flustering themselves

-Roman is his brother and they are both major lers. Guess the rest.

-Probably snorts when tickled

-will intrude in a tickle fight if he finds one.

-Will use his conjuring abilities to restrain, or create some very... underused tickle tools

Janus (Deceit)

-definitely a lee ler but he likes being tickled more than tickling others

-the scales are ticklish let me TELL YOU and no one can convince me otherwise

-adorable giggles!!!

-soft tickling works best

-if he finds a tickle fight, then he will stand there wondering whether or not to get involved like "I wanna... but my scales are too ticklish."

-if in a Lee mood, this man will NEVER and I mean NEVER say the word "tickle" not even "I have a tickle in my throat" no. Nothing.

-Remus knows whenever he's in a mood. And Remus will tickle him using some rather... unconventional methods

-never tickle him to wake him up. Or touch his scales while he's sleeping. It WILL backfire. Unless at least two sides are present to send him over the moon with laughter

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Part two of dnd

Libby pov

Okay so Libby you were in your own home, when worms began eating through your floors, a group of worms so large they tangled themselves in each other

They told you they needed help, to find a girl and bring her back to them

They told you that this girl should be in the mountains far south of your home, and you akwardly refused because you needed to stay home for schooling and such but then the worms rose revealing more and more worms falling and rising like a spout of water

They told you that you may not refuse, or else they would take you instead

they were sure they could make you look like her

And so you took your horse that may or may not have also been stolen and you made your way south

You make your way to a wall that stretches as far as the eye can see, the only thing in the smooth stone a gate that sat wide open

you pass through and find two women

one vaugle matching the description of the girl the worms asked for

Dm pov

HELLO THERE *ahem*

"So uh,, lovely weather we are having huh?

I guess what I'm trying to say is, you must come with me!" Libby then attempts to put blobbers, the woman who vaguely resembles the description, on their epic horse

Blobbers screams, and instantly in the other Autumn's hand appears a short curved blade "Hey!" She shouts at libby "Let go of my dance partner!"

Libby makes a verbal key smash "But,, I want to dance with her!! On my horse!! Back home!!"

Failed persuasion check

Autumn sprints at lib and kicks ltheir back and the vines around her feet whip their neck

-4 damage

Libby yells, still holding onto blob as they summon their familiar

Homebrew spell tries to grow a tiny snail but failed wasting a spell slot

Libby feels magic tingle in their arm as they use summon and grow familiar and you grin triumphantly

But then they see it appear on the tip of their finger

a snail, the size of a raindrop

While they spent time useing magic Autumn grabs lib by the arm and twists it off of blobbers before throwing them to the ground

Smh blobbers the dumb lesbian saved by the other dumb lesbian

Autumn stands over Libby on the ground and points her blade at them glowering

"What do you want with my dance partner?"

Blob: Kinda hot ngl

Nat: BLOB YOU SIMP

"To tango" libby lies

"You threw her on your horse, because.. you wanted to dance with her?" She questioned, shaking her head "You are going to have to tell me the truth."

"Fine. Picture the scene, you are a human in a house, minding your own business, when suddenly, worms come out at you and tell you to come here and to bring them a person with the description they listed!"

Autumn puts her blade away and looks to libby "You were summoned by worms?" Her eyes shift to blob for a moment "But isn't that what you were here for?" She asks blobbers

Libby stares at blobbers confusedly

"Oh yeah, yeah I was" blobbers said

"Then obviously she isn't who you are looking for" Autumn holds a hand out to lib to offer help up

Libby accepts help taking her hand and she pulls libby up akwardly then goes to help blob up by picking her up bridal style and setting her back down on her feet "You two have the same goal, so now you can't kidnap my dance partner right?"

Blob: nAT I AM ALREADY GAY

"I suppose." Libby brushes off dirt from their clothes

"But surely if the worms sent us here that means,, the one we are looking for,, is nearby..?"

Autumn shakes her head "You aren't even half way there, it is a weeks journey on horse from here."

"what??? Aw man, I'm gonna miss my bug racing tournament now" libby groaned

"W e e k s??" Blob questioned "That's like, more than 7 days"

"Well it's over a thousand miles, it takes a while to get to those mountains. There are many resting places though, and I wouldn't doubt there being a bug race in the gambling place in the next town" she offers akwardly clearly not a fan of bugs

"GAMBLING?!! SIGN. ME. UP!" Libby cheers

"Money??? I'm going." Blobbers the capitalist agreed

"I can show you the way there if you'd like me to come with you" Autumn began and blobbers did not even hesitate to say "Yes."

"Sure- Besides,, it would be nice to have some sort of company considering how long this journey is gonna be" libby hopped onto their horse and gave their familiar a pat "hold on tight bagel" the whispered

Autumn beams, then gets onto blobbers horse, holding a hand out to help blob on behind her "I hope it is alright we ride together, as I don't have a steed"

Blob: Ah dang I cant say anything about the riding thing, there are children present

"Uhhhhh horse,,, big" blobbers commented before Autumn helped Blob onto the horse in front of her and arms around blob to stear the horse they lead lib's horse to the next town

It takes about three hours so by the time they get there the sun is rising at 7 am

Blobbers falls off the horsedramatically, and Autumn hops off the horse and helps blobbers up again "Are you tired from the ridding? I can get us to an inn if you need rest"

"Ah. .,. The tired.,.,., walking.,.,.such an extenuating exercise,..,.,if only there was a way .,.,.,.to n o t walk ,..,"

Autumn snorts and picks blob up "shall I carry you to the nearest inn then?" She grinned

"YES- I mean. If it's not too much trouble"

"Will you talk to me, Bagel?" Libby asked the snail

Bagel chews gently on their arm, it doesn't hurt but it tickles a bit

Autumn smiles and looks to lib "You need rest to, after the sorta fight from kidnapping blobbers, you're a little roughed up."

She takes the reigns of horse and leads lib and horses to the nearest in in town while carrying dumb lesbian tm

Break to talk spell slots and what a rest will do

They are taken/carried to the town inn, which happens to have a stable next door. And lock up the horses

Autumn then takes them to a gambling shack across town, and find a sign saying there is indeed a bug race!

They go in, and are met with the smell of cooked meats and sound of cheers as many people are placing bets at one counter and at the other snacks are served

As libby walks up to the counter the man managing bets slides across the counter and smiles "come to place a bet? Next race is for bug, but afternoons horses and evening will be dogs."

He waves at the sign that has a list of bugs they may bet on. There are many bugs, including but not limited to rhino bettles and african land snails

but they notice there is no worms on the list

Blob: is this place legal?

Nat: wisdom check

Blob: 7

Nat: you didn't even know bug races existed

"Yes, I bet 200 on the snail." Libbly places 200 copper on the table and the man hands them a ticket with a grin "thank you kindly, luck laddeh"

"I bet 200 copperoonis to the grasshopper" blob sets the money on the table

The man laughs and holds up a ticket "Sure thing lass, grass hoppers are lucky after all"

Blob steps away from the counter and to autumn "Miss tarta what are your thoughts on cheating, lying and deceiving?"

Autumn raises a brow and grins "depends on the context of the lying cheeting and stealing. Why have you asked?"

Game paused, libby sleepy

#dungeons and blobbers #Litol dnd game

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fluidityandgiggles · 6 years ago

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Sleep Is For The Weak - Chapter 12

Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 5, Last Chapter

Writing Masterlist - for previous chapters not otherwise linked, Read on AO3

Notes (I guess): Thanks a lot to @ilovemygaydad for updating y’all about my wifi situation, the wifi works semi-well now, and... well...

WRITING THIS CHAPTER WAS HELL AND A HALF AND IM SO GLAD ITS FINALLY FINISHED.

Ahem. Excuse me. I have a couple of very important things to say, though.

If any of you haven't read the latest chapter of Keep Him Safe, which is right here, please go do so. I read it the moment it was posted and... I was at dinner with my family, so I had to hold in my squealing... to be perfectly honest with y'all, I already knew what was going to happen in that chapter since I started writing chapter three, I think...? So I have known about this for a very long time, but it still made me super happy to see it actually happen in writing. So... go read KHS, y'all. You really should. It's awesome.

(Quick update: I checked my screenshots and... yeah, I've known about that since July, which is when I started writing this fic. Again, I've known about what happened in sleep for six months, and surprisingly didn't spoil almost any of it to anyone around me. I deserve a fucking prize.)

To anyone who just came over from Eva's shameless plugging of me - hello, nice to have you here. In this fucked up piece of angst we discuss queer history as well as Remy's personal history, or - as I said to myself while reading and re-reading what Eva has to say about this fic - "well, this story is as much about queer history as it is about Remy, where he came from, where he's going, where he came from cotton eye joey'n". And to anyone who's a regular reader, I'm so glad you're sticking around to read this... this thing. It's become a monster in my head, I can promise you that much.

As always, thanks to @broadwaytheanimatedseries for the original idea, to @whatwashernameagain for the original fic (can you believe it’s been six months since we came up with chapter 23?), to @anony-phangirl and @asleepybisexual and @winglessnymph for the help wherever needed, and a special one to Morgan - again - for helping me get the word out. All of those people are my shining stars and I love them so much.

Tag list (sort of): @bunny222, @ab-artist, @sweet-and-sour-shadowling, @your-username-is-unavailable, @virgilcrofters, @why-things-go-boom, @ilovemygaydad (thanks again, kiddo!), @violetblossem. @maybe-i-like-the-misery, @book-of-charlie, @thatsanswitch

(Wanna be tagged? Just lemme know!)

Trigger warning: period appropriate transphobia (the early 00s were not exactly trans-friendly). This chapter discusses rape again, this time in a bit more detail (nothing graphic, it’ll never be graphic, I promise), and includes a... panic attack of sorts. Be warned.

—————

January 24th, 2003

Emile's smile faltered.

"...so what if I got raped?" He muttered, putting down the stack of chairs he was holding. "What's done is done. They had their fun—"

"They…?" India tilted her head. Oh shoot… "There was more than one person?"

"More like three… what? Why are you looking at me like—"

The stack India was holding fell to the floor.

"Did you tell anyone?" Emile stared at the floor. Maybe she'll go away if he doesn't cooperate. "Emile! Did you tell anyone?"

"I told the doctors…" Emile's voice faltered. "What's going on?"

"I'm surprised you're even alive right now!" India's pacing was… terrifying. For some reason… she suddenly just… turned so scary. "Mixing date rape drugs with alcohol, which is what I'm assuming happened to you, is so dangerous! And I'm only assuming that's what happened because I heard from Remy that they found GHB traces—"

"I'm not proud," Emile managed to stutter. "Of… all this. I just… I can drink, okay? I made some mistakes in the past—"

"You're seventeen!"

"I made some mistakes in the past, and… this one makes me feel like all those mistakes have been trying to tell me that I shouldn't exist…"

"No… no, peach, please." He already started crying by the time she stepped in to hug him. "I get that. I really do. Sometimes I think about how much better my life might've been if I pretended like I'm 'cured' of being transgender after conversion. My cousin wouldn't have done what she did, that's the biggest plus. But… I wouldn't have come here. I wouldn't have started on my way to become a statistics analyst. I wouldn't have met Jenna. I would probably be living a sad, closeted life back home, and that isn't such a nice thing."

"You were too…?"

"I was too, yeah… as victims, we gotta stick to each other."

The wet spots on India's sweater were getting larger by the second. But she didn't mind it.

"Like I was told when I was sixteen," she said, much quieter than before. "Nobody is going to believe a man who says he was raped. We gotta stick together, whether we like it or not."

——

"Hey, isn't that that friend of yours?" Remy heard behind him about two minutes before the meeting started.

Oh, good.

"Hey, didn't you deliberately choose to forget that I live in the other side of the US from you because you wanted to be a little fuck?" Remy asked back, looking at Chris turn redder than a tomato.

"I swear to god, I had no idea!"

"Suck it and your excuses, Mendez."

"Hey, hey… come on, Remy. Won't you at least let me make it up to you?"

Remy couldn't stay angry… well, he could. But not as angry. It was a stupid reason, too…

"I will." Chris beamed at him. "But it'll take a very long time."

"...you have a week."

"I won't let you down," Chris said with the same wide, obnoxious grin, quickly kissing Remy's cheek and taking a seat.

Fuck him and his obnoxious self.

On the third of January, Remy and Emile sat down on the hotel bed in what was probably the fanciest hotel Remy's ever been to (though he never really visited any hotels in his life, no time or money for that). They were listening to Gustav Holst's The Planets as Emile performed a one-man dramatic reading of No Exit, and Remy couldn't feel more at peace.

This situation right here - all the people, all the tension, Chris right there a few steps away from him - was the exact opposite.

"Do you want me to leave?" A quiet voice said and Remy felt himself being squeezed so tight, he was sure his ribs would crack. Emile. "I can leave if you—"

"Come on, sit next to me," Remy said as quietly and took a rather far seat from Chris. Serves him right.

"Happy Friday, everyone," India opened the meeting. "I see that we got some new people after the break, so we're going to do another name round. Who wants to start?"

Emile raised his hand almost immediately.

"I'm Emile, I'm— do we mention our major?"

"If you want to."

"I'm Emile, I'm a psychology major, and I'm probably gay. Or asexual. I just… don't really know if I'm more gay or asexual yet."

——

Monday, January 27th

"Look, I find some of what you teach suspect," Emile hummed to himself as he skipped behind Remy back to their building after a particularly entertaining sols 20 class. "Because I'm used to relying on intellect, but I try to open up to what I don't know, because reason says I should've died three years ago…"

"Em, stop it," Remy half-laughed. "I get it, you're still thinking about Rent."

"It was such a good show!" Emile whined - well, sort of. "Jai Rodriguez was really good!"

"I met Idina Menzel through this," Remy said with another chuckle. "She's nice… kind of a diva, if you ask me."

"So… like you?"

"What do you mean, like me?"

"Nice, but kind of a diva." Emile nudged him. "I'll bet you she's totally selfless and sweet but acts like she doesn't care about anything in the world—"

"No, actually… she isn't." Remy sighed. The memories were foggy - it was over eight years ago - but… "Dad is working on some project with her again. Her and Kristin Chenoweth…"

"Kristin?" Emile shrieked. "Good golly, I love her! She's so sweet and talented!"

"I'm really not supposed to tell you anything," Remy laughed, and then stopped.

A figure made him freeze at his doorstep. A small, shaking figure, with braided brown hair and an ill-fitting, black, puffy coat.

Leah was rapidly knocking on Remy's suite door.

——

"Why did you think it was a good idea to come here?" Remy asked, careful not to scream. Leah sat in the living room, her hair dripping wet from the shower he made her take, wrapped up in the clothes she brought with her in her lime green schoolbag. She was waiting on her hot chocolate.

"I wanted to."

"How did you even get a bus ticket? You're seven!"

"I took money from mom and went to the bus station!" Leah huffed. "I know where the buses are, and I know how to—"

"I didn't say you don't know, Leah Mae," Remy chastised, putting the cup of hot chocolate on the table quite forcefully. "But you're seven years old! This was incredibly dangerous of you—"

"I don't wanna live at home anymore!" Leah screamed. "Mom was mean all of Christmas, and Lizzie wasn't being nice when we went back to school, she didn't want me to be her friend anymore, and Rachel was annoying—"

"Sweetie, they're going to think I kidnapped you!" Leah was taken aback. Remy was worried to the point of terrifying. "They're going to think I kidnapped you, Leah. It won't end well!"

"I didn't think…" the tears started coming out. Oh shit… "I didn't mean it! I just… I don't like being home! Don't be mad at me!"

"Oh, baby, no, I'm not mad at you!" Remy was quick to take her in for a hug. His poor baby sister… "I'm just worried, Leah. Extremely worried. Never do such a thing ever again, okay?" She nodded in his arms. "There's nothing we can do about this now, but—"

The door opened with a bang, and "I brought the bunnies!"

Leah immediately perked up. Mycroft tried to hop straight into her lap the moment he was close enough, since he already knew her and was very worried for the tiny human, but Lestrade took his time getting to know her. She was new, and he didn't know her yet, and what if she wasn't going to be nice?

"Leah, this is Lestrade," Emile said with a huge smile, closing the door and coming to cuddle them all - Remy included. "He's Mycroft's brother, and I adopted him after Christmas!"

"But you don't celebrate Christmas."

"No I don't, but you do." He booped her nose, making her giggle. "Lestrade is a nice boy. Give him a bit, he'll jump into your lap in no time."

As Leah entertained herself, playing with the bunnies and telling them stories, Remy pulled Emile to the side.

"She ran away from home!"

"I heard that when you asked me to go get the bunnies, Remy."

"She's seven years old! What do I do with a seven-year old runaway? Is it even a thing? A seven-year old runaway?"

Emile kisses Remy's cheek quicker than he could process it happening. "It's going to be fine. Call Linda, let her know that Leah is here—"

"Leah asked me not to tell anyone she's here," Remy sighed, rubbing his face in frustration.

"I understand, but… Linda is still your mom. Leah is still seven years old. She needs to go home, whether you like it or not." When Remy still seemed like he's having trouble processing it, Emile pulled him into a hug. "Do you want me to talk to her about it for you?"

Remy could only say a very weak "yes please" before Emile went back to the couch, to talk to Leah.

He was jittering. He was angry, and scared, and disappointed, and proud, and he felt everything so intensely and was so shocked and confused that he couldn't name it. He barely turned eighteen last July, he didn't even know how to drive yet, and he was absolutely, most definitely, going to be in trouble for this seven-year old child showing up at his door after running away from home.

He wasn't going to call Linda. But he couldn't keep Leah over. And he didn't know shit about raising children, for the period of time he was going to have Leah over, until he figures out what to do. Remy wanted to scream, how much he wanted to. But he couldn't.

So he did the next best thing he could do. He dropped to the floor and started crying.

He was too tired, physically and emotionally, to pick himself back up at that particular moment.

#kylo cant write #sanders sides #remy/sleep #emile picani #keep him safe #sleep is for the weak #the remy centric prequel #tw: period appropriate transphobia #tw: rape mention #tw: rape discussion #tw: panic attack #tw: emotional overwhelm

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