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lilianlay · 2 years ago

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Naughty lustful demon

Hello everyone^^ Today is a fic about Solodeus. I hope everyone will like it. And thank you @fresh-thomato for this great ending, I love it so much❤️

Summary: Just a mess of lovers~

Warning: This is a tickle fic. If you don't like this, don't read it^^

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Asmodeus x Solomon

"May I come in, Asmodeus?" - Solomon asked, after knocking on Asmo's door got no response.

"Come in darling~♡" - the gasp and cheerful answer came right away after Asmo realized who came to visit him.

Solomon shaked his head and gave a small chuckle. Asmo probably thought is was Lucifer or any other of his brothers and decided to pretend he was not in his room. This was actually the reason of wizard's visit. He always knew if something was troubling his demonic boyfriend and after seeing him at school today...he could feel that something definitely was wrong.

Solomon came into the room and closed the door behind him.

"Pardon me if I'm bothering you, A..."

"You're never a bother, dear~!" - Asmo pouted and looked away from the mirror to jumped at his wizard and wrapped his arms around his neck in loving hug.

"I miiiiiissed you so muuuuuch~!"

Solomon rolled his eyes hearing this whine and let Asmo hanged from his neck.

"Oh, did you? But we just saw each other at school, Asmo."

"But we didn't talk at all~"

Solomon gave a long sigh...so he just wanted attention, huh? Such a spoiled brat.

"...did you just SIGHED at me, darling?!"

Solomon looked at Asmo who crossed his arms looking deadly offended, and tilted his head waiting for and answer.

"Ah! It's not it, Asmodeus."

"Mmmmm~..."

He watched the Lust got even more pouty and sat on his soft, fluffy carpet. The perfect embodiment of the spoiled brat he was.

"I-am-watching-you..."

Solomon chuckled nervously at this mild threat and rolled his eyes.

"Someone is acting so bratty today."

Another offended gasp and...did he just stick his tongue out?!

"Very mature, Asmo" - he teased and sat next to his demon who just huffed and turned his back at him.

"Are you offended?"

"No..."

Obvious lie. Solomon found holding in his chuckles was getting difficult.

"You're funny acting like this."

Another huffing in response.

"It's understandable. Being called bratty is indeed offending" - he paused waiting for Asmo's reaction but hearing no huffing, which was a good sign, he decided to continue.

"But~ if you want me to consider you an adult, show me you can act like one."

"I feel NO need of showing anything to you. Meanie."

That was it. Time to teach this little brat a lesson.

"Okay. So you probably won't mind me treating you like a brat then~" - he reached his hand toward Asmo's tummy and gave it a poke making the demon twitched.

Solomon smirked with a teasy "Oya~" and began squeezing Lust's soft sides. Huffs turned into squeaks immediately.

"Wha-hahahat are you dohoing?!"

"As I have already said I am going to treat you like a brat. All brats are ticklish so it makes tickling excellent teaching method..." - he smirked - "Is this bothering you? It should with you being obviously a brat~"

"No-...ohothing is bothehehering me"

"Really? So it doesn't tickle at all?" - he reached under the demon's T-shirt and began to flutter his fingers against the bare soft skin.

"Pfffth...! So-Solohohomon!"

He watched how Asmo arched his back and decided to take his chance by pulling him closer into his grasp.

"Got you~ yes Asmodeus what is it? I'm all ears~" - he kept teasing while spiddering his fingers all over Lust's tummy. Another squeal.

"Aha-are yohou dohoing thihihis on purpohose to tohohouch mehehehe?"

Solomon laughed at Asmo's desperate attempts to tease him back.

"Only you could have such naughty thoughts~" - he pulled him on the floor and smacked his butt.

Asmodeus moaned sweetly and wiggled his cheeks making the wizard blush.

Solomon turned Asmo on his back and immediately attacked his protruding ribs pouring more cute laughter from demon's mouth.

"Ahahaha! Soholohohohomon!" - he watched amused how Asmo's pretty face was turning red after he got his ribs.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~" - he teased watching the trashing demon's attempts to pry his hands off his sensitive spots.

"Ah~ Here comes my demon's charming laughter~ My oh my...who would have thought that the Avatar of Lust himself would be this ticklish~"

"Wahahaha I wahahahahahasn't hihihihiding anyhyhyhything! You have juuhuhuhust never chehehehehecked!"

"Hmm, I suppose it is truth. After all I have heard about it today and wanted to see with my own eyes. You probably know who I have heard it from~?"

"Ihahahaha dohohohohoho! He wihihihill pahahahay!"

"But you said you weren't hiding it? So..."

"He deheheheheserves ihihihit!"

"Well, I can't help but agree here."

"And I lohohohove his lahahahaughter!"

Solomon laughed at that. Even Asmo's revenge had to be considered "beautiful".

"Your laughter is amusing too."

"Ohohohohof cohohohourse ihiihihit ihihihis gohohohorgeous!"

Solomon shaked his head in disbelieve.

"You stay yourself even in such situation, huh? Well, let's see~" - he stopped the tickles.

"Now, raise your hands Asmodeus."

"No-nohohoho!"

He looked at giggly puddle of a demon and leaned down toward his ear.

"Don't make me order you~" - he teased causing goose bumps on demon's shoulders and neck. Was Asmo afraid or rather?

"What if I won't listen to you anyway?~ I know how much you don't like using this thing on me~"

Dammed brat was right of course.

Solomon grabbed his wrists and hold them in his hand ignoring all "mm~" and " so hot~" comments coming from the kinky demon.

"And your hands are cold again." - he rubbed Asmos palm with his other hand and watched the slim fingers curled.

"You can warm them up, darling~♡"

Asmo's naughty smile and the way he licked his own lips made Solomon blushed again. He leaned down and kissed demon's neck gently.

"A-ah! So-Solohohohomon nohohoho"

"Hm? I'm just warming up your neck, it's cold too" - he grinned under his nose knowing that it was his tickling which caused the goosebumps here. - "Is it unpleasant for you?" - he saw Asmo's sparkled eyes and blushy cheeks.

"No...Bu-ut...my neck is veeery sensitive."

"Ah, so you're ticklish there too? What an useful information."

"You wouldn't dare Solomon?!"

"Dare what? You mean...this?~" - he gently bit demon's neck and started to nibble on it causing piercing squeals pouring from Asmo's mouth.

"NOHOHOHO NO NIHIHIHIBBLES!!"

Solomon switched his technique to gentle scratches all over exposed neck.

"PLHEHEHEHESE DOHOHON'T!"

"But you're enjoying it. Don't hide it from me~" - he began to tickle Asmo's side with his other hand.

"Ahahahahaha Sohoholomon!"

"Yes~? I'm listening you hehe" - he switched again and slipped his hands under Asmo's shirt to scribble away at this cute tummy again.

"NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!"

"Are you on a diet again, Asmo? I can feel you lost some weight again. Soon only those bones will remain!" - he poked at the lowest rib causing Asmo to wrapped his arms protectively.

"Ahahahaha! I hahahahahave to look peheheherfect!"

"But you already do and don't need to starve yourself any further."

"I dohohohon't stahahahaharve!"

"I didn't see you eat at school today, Asmodeus. And look how weak that made you, you can't even break free now~" - he kept scolding playfully tickling the dammed soul out of the demon.

"I ahahahaham sohohohohoh plhehehehease!"

"Hmm...you know what? Every time you're in your demon form, I wanted to try something~" - he digged his fingers into Asmo's defenseless bare armpits.

"NAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO STOHOHOP!!!" - he laughed when the demon twisted his body and tried to block access to this spot only trapping the wizard's fingers at the process.

"Oh? Did I find your worst spot?"

"NOOOOHOHOHOHO!"

Asmo's hysterical laughter subsided quickly and turned into giggles. Demon looked at Solomon playfully.

"Nohope. Tehehehe~"

"No? Mind telling me where is it then?"

"...I could. But where is fun in that?"

Solomon chuckled. He couldn't agree more.

"So I have to keep looking. Hmm~ let's see.." - he rapidly poked different spots on Asmo's torso. One poke for his tummy, one on each rib, one on each armpit, sides also got their share of pokes.

"Hmm you never told me to stop, Asmodeus. I wonder...do you like it?" - that blush and playful glee in demon's eyes said it all - "Awee~ so my cute demon loves to be tickled?~"

He didn't need to hear Asmo's answer. His bright laughter and the fact he kept enduring the sweet torture was a proof he was having as much fun as the wizard did.

Solomon kept that up for a while, then stopped and hugged his demon from behind, in the way Asmo loved the most.

"Are you better now?" - he began to stroke demon's head and listen how the giggles were slowly subsiding.

"Mmm I'm fine, darling~" - Asmo purred in content closing his eyes.

"Glad to hear that." - Solomon kissed Asmo's neck making him twitched again and leaned toward his ear.

"I'll find your most ticklish spot next time~"

"Hehehe good luck with that. Baby~"

"Ba-baby?!"

Darling, dear, he got used to those. But baby was too much somehow. He blushed. Even his ears turned red which made Asmo laugh.

"Hahahaha! You're so cute, baby~♡"

"Asmodeus..." - Solomon growled warningly and stood up looking down at Asmo. - "Take that back".

"Or~?"

So he wanted to keep being bratty? Very well.

Solomon sat next to Asmo's feet and locked his ankles under his arm.

"I haven't played with your lower body yet."

"Mmm~?...oh." - Asmo wiggled his bare toes and tried to pull his legs out making the wizard chuckled.

"Oh? Are you trying to run away?"

"I would never." - this time Asmo gave a chuckle and looked at Solomon confidently.

"Even if I tickle your feet?"

"They're yours, baby~♡" - he wiggled his toes again - "but too bad they're not ticklish~"

"I don't think so, Asmodeus. You see, the one I heard from about your ticklish secret mentioned them~"

"You're dead Mammon!"

Asmo's scream made Solomon laugh triumphally as he ran his fingers gently over demon's smooth foot. It was enough to made Asmo twitched and giggled.

"I have barely touched you, and you're already laughing?"

"Mhehehe!"

"Out of words little brat? Oh, we can't have that~" - he began to tickle the arches of Asmo's feet.

"Ahahahahaha! Sohoholomon!"

"Yes Asmodeus~?" - he grinned watching his demon trashing as much as he can and laughing hysterically.

"Still anything to say? Okay. What if..." - he gently scratched under Asmo's toes and BINGO!!!

"NOHOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOT MYHA TOEEEEES! AHANYTHIHIHING BUHAT THAHAHAT!!!"

He was shocked how ticklish demon's toes were. They were definitely his worst spot!

"Ohoho~ here it is~ I found your spot Asmodeus~" - he sing songed while playing with his boyfriend's wiggling digits.

"WAHAHAHAHAHAIT! THEHEHEHEY'RE VEHEHERY SEHEHENSIHIHITIVE DOHOHIHOHONT!"

"I noticed that, indeed. How do you even do those perfect pedicures of yours? Do you keep giggling all the time?" - he wiggled Asmos toes one by one admiring his colorful toenails and looked at the demon.

Asmo's hair were a mess. Slightly disheveled, transparent tears were streaming down his red cheeks and his nose was cutely wrinkled.

"MAHAHAHAYBE~"

"Oh? That sounds interesting. I want to join you next time and you will agree or else." - he threated playfully and slid his fingernails between Asmodeus's toes and that was when all the hell broke loose.

Asmo widen his eyes with a gasp, grabbed his head and threw it back bursting into the sweetest, most hysterical laughter so far.

"I had no idea you were this sensitive" - Solomon chuckled and continued to scratch between demon's toes.

"LOHOHOHOVE, I-IAHAHA!" - Asmo were laughing so much he couldn't finish his sentence until he snorted which made Solomon laugh and eased his tickles.

"PLEHEHEHEASE!"

"Please what, my piggy of Lust?~"

"NOHOHOHO! DOHOHON'T CAHAHALL ME THAHAHAHAT! IHIHIHITS NOT CUHUHUHUTE!"

"Asmo?"

Solomon immediately stopped seeing his boyfriend was covering his red face with his hands. He released his ankles and crawled closer to embrace him.

"Did I go too far, Asmo?" - hearing no answer Solomon took demon's hands and slowly pried them of his face.

"Perfection."

"No, it's not..." - Asmo sniffed. - "My laugh is perfect, but when I snort, it's terrible and not beautiful..." - he whined and averted his gaze.

Solomon sighed and gently whipped his tears with his thumbs.

"Don't say that, Asmodeus. You're perfect in every way, even when you snort. You're the Avatar of Lust after all."

"Really?"

"Of course. Why would I lie to you?"

He felt Asmo's arms wrapping around his neck again.

"Oh~so you think my snorting is..."

"I can finally see your smile again" - Solomon interrupted quickly. But was it quickly enough? Seeing the lust in Asmo's eyes he knew he failed.

He tried to stood up but Asmodeus was much faster reversing their roles on the floor.

"It's only fair for me to tickle you now, darling~" - the demon licked his lips leaning towards flushed wizard.

"So...where is your tickle spot~?"

THE END?

#obey me #tickle fic #asmodeus #solomon #asmodeus x solomon #solodeus #ler!solomon #lee!asmodeus #obey me! shall we date?#obey me! shall we date? tickle #tickle obey me

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gureishi · 4 years ago

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Saeyoung + laughing heart 💕 (I love the idea of this requests!)

Ooooh, thank you!! God knows I’m always happy to write about my best boy~ Happy Valentine’s Day! <3 <3

laughing heart (Saeyoung)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

You’re in bed, propped up in a fluffy little haven of all the pillows you own, when your phone rings.

You reach for it sleepily, setting aside the book you were reading. Who would call so late? you wonder absently as you squint at the lit-up screen. You burst out laughing when you see his name.

“Baby, why are you calling me?”

You hear him giggling through the phone; you hear it doubled, actually, through the thin wall that connects the bedroom and the office.

“I miiiiiiss you,” he sings. You can picture him: feet propped on his desk, swaying back and forth in that silly, fancy chair.

“I’m, like, approximately a fifteen second walk away,” you tell him. Automatically, you sit up, crossing your legs, tugging the comforter around your shoulders. It’s an old habit, you realize—sitting in bed, wrapped in blankets, clutching your phone to your face. Hearing his voice in your ear.

“Can’t walk,” he says, still giggling. “Too hard.”

“Babe, come to bed.” You roll your eyes; you can hear him spinning around in a circle in his chair, one room over. “Wouldn’t you rather be all cozy here next to me than talking to me on the phone from your desk?”

You can practically hear him pouting. Sweet boy.

“I used to call you when I was right next to you all the time!” he whines.

“That was a long time ago, honey.” You toy with the sleeve of your pajama shirt, rolling and unrolling it. You wait patiently for his point—you know he has one. You can hear it in the timbre of his beautiful voice.

“I have a question,” he says, and he’s got that fake-deep voice on, like he’s playing detective—but you know he means it, or he wouldn’t ask.

“Yeah?” You can’t sit still tonight—maybe it’s the tinny sound of his voice through the phone sending shockwaves through your heart. You’re always together, nowadays; you realize you can’t remember the last time you talked on the phone. You play with the silver band on your ring finger, rotating it round and round.

“Okay, you get one shot at this, so get it right, okay?”

You roll your eyes.

“I’m sleepy, baby. What is it?”

“Ta-da!” You hear him leap up from his chair. What a silly boy; oh, how you adore him. “Iiiit’s…this! What was the first thing you thought of, the veeeery first time you talked to me?”

This takes you by surprise. You tilt your head thoughtfully, thinking back—it feels so long ago now, that hazy, head-spinning time. You remember the first time, of course: you were sitting just like this, propped up in a bed that didn’t belong to you, in a home that didn’t belong to you. He’d startled you: his voice was deeper than you’d imagined, somehow, and more dynamic. He’d been teasing you, right off the bat—you hadn’t fallen for it. He’d panicked. How strange, you’d thought. What a strange, strange time, and a strange, strange boy. Your heart had raced—you’d felt it would beat its way out of your chest.

“I thought, ‘Huh, what a weird guy,’” you tell him.

“You what?!” he growls; you can barely stifle a giggle. Through the wall, you hear him leap out of his chair; hear the door slam; hear his footsteps in the hall.

Saeyoung appears in the doorway, skidding to a stop, phone still pressed against his cheek.

“You what?” he repeats. You shrug, grinning. He pushes off from the doorframe, taking a running leap; you squeal as he pounces on you, landing in your lap and pressing you back against your pillow pile, hands on your shoulders. “I don’t believe you,” he says, hovering over you, his eyes bright. You scrunch your eyes shut, giggling, breathless, pretending to ignore him. “Tell. Me. The. Truth,” he hisses in your ear, and then his teeth are on your earlobe and he’s tugging it into his mouth, sucking, nibbling. He knows all your weaknesses.

“Fine,” you gasp, wrapping an arm around his waist. He is relentless—he bites the side of your ear, your cartilage. “Fine!” You push him, gasping. He sits up—still in your lap, straddling you, a big grin on his face.

“Did you think, ‘Ah, that’s the voice of the man I’m gonna marry?’” He asks, bouncing a little. You smack him; he grins wider.

“No,” you say, honestly. “Not really. You wanna know what I really thought?”

“Yeeees.” He bends down again, nuzzling your forehead with his nose. You kiss his neck, right under his chin. He squirms.

“I freaked out,” you tell him, meaning it. “I thought…oh god, I’m in trouble now.”

He peers at you, gauging whether you’re messing with him; this time, you’re not.

“Yeah?” he asks, lowering himself onto you, tucking his head under your chin. You wrap both arms around him.

“Yeah,” you tell him. “I thought, oh no, this man is hopelessly, impossibly charming, and I have to have him,” you say.

He laughs—bubbling and sweet.

“Even then?” he asks you. He wraps his fingers around a lock of your hair.

“Yeah, even then.”

“But you still thought the other thing too, though. Didn’t you?”

You pull him close; he kisses your collar bone as you wrap your arms and legs around his body, holding him tight.

“Yes, baby.” You snuggle into him—he’s better, warmer, softer than any blanket. “I thought, what a weirdo. I guess I’m gonna have to fall in love with him.”

He buries his face in your chest, sighing contently. “Good,” he hums. “You were right.”

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

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wtfuckevenknows · 2 years ago

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He’s an idiot but he’s MY idiot and I miiiiiiss him 😭 Give him back to me 😭😭😭

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orphanbrigade · 7 years ago

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By The Seaside

Orphan Brigade [Baby Years]: The story of how an infamous crime lord became the guardian of three children and a teenager.

Geoff had learned from experience.

The lads were going away on a trip with school. And Geoff wasn’t leaving them alone for one second. Their track record with getting lost when on vacation was too risky. He couldn’t take any chances.

Geoff was going to be a school chaperone.

The class was going to the beach for the weekend in an attempt to learn about various forms of sea life.

Geoff thought it was pretty ridiculous that they had to stay over night in a hotel, since the beach was only a short car ride away from his penthouse. But the lads were excited, so he didn’t complain.

The bus ride, however, was torture.

The kids were loud and out of control. And his three boys were the worst of the bunch. Geoff almost felt sorry for their teacher. The woman seemed to be keeping her cool but her teaching assistant seemed more interested in checking her phone than attempting to control the rabble.

“Why couldn’t we just drive here? Your car is cooler than this dumb bus.” Michael complained loudly.

“Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.” Geoff answered vaguely, chuckling as he drank from his hip-flask. He had drastically cut down the amount of alcohol he drank since he adopted the boys, but he still allowed himself some every now and again in stressful situations. And this was certainly stressful.

The second the got off the bus, Gavin started to complain.

“It’s too hot Geoff.” He pouted, stepping back into the shade of the bus.

“Are you kidding? This is cool weather for Los Santos.” Geoff chuckled, putting his sunglasses on.

“But I’m not from Los Santos!” Gavin whined.

Geoff remembered about the stereotypes about British weather being cloudy and raining all of the time and realised that Gavin had probably never experienced heat like this.

“I think jack packed you some stuff...” Geoff dug through the bag, finding sun screen, a sun-hat and a cooler full of cold drinks.

Once Gavin was fully equipped to deal with the sun, Geoff let the boys (and the rest of their class) loose on the beach.

Their teacher, Miss Le Page, had gathered them into a small huddle and was telling them a range of interesting facts about ocean life. Geoff watched the kids faces light up as they heard all about Great White Sharks.

The only child who didn’t seem invested was Michael, who was too distracted by the little girl to his right. She had pushed her way through the huddle to sit next to him, and was sitting far too close for Michael's comfort. When her fingers started twirling in the curls of his hair, Michael snapped. He punched her in the stomach.

Geoff grabbed Michael’s arm, pulling him away while the teaching assistant fussed over the crying girl.

“What the hell?”

“She was annoying me!” Michael explained in an exasperated tone.

“You can’t hit girls buddy.”

“Why not? I hit boys if they annoy me.”

“You just can’t, okay?” Geoff struggled to explain. “The rules are just different.”

“But why?!” Michael demanded.

“Just-” Geoff huffed in frustration. “Just don’t hit girls okay?”

Michael rolled his eyes.

“If you don’t behave, I’m taking you to the hotel for time out.”

“Fine! But if she touched me again I’m knocking her out.” Michael stormed off, sitting between Gavin and Ray so he wouldn’t be harassed.

When they finally returned to the hotel for the day, Gavin was sun burnt, Michael was in an irritable mood, and Ray has already climbed into the bed, worn out from a long day of social interaction.

Geoff sat in their hotel room, contently watching the three boys sleep in the hotel bed. He was distracted from his thoughts when his phone rang.

“Hey Jack, what’s up?”

“.... This is going to sound dumb.”

“I love dumb things. Go for it.”

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Jack admitted quietly.

Geoff was stunned for a moment before a soft smile crossed his face. |”I’m fine. We’re all okay. Well. Gavin is sun burnt and Michael has anger management issues. But, you know, the usual.”

“That’s great.” Jack sighed with relief. “The place is really quiet without you all.”

“You miiiiiiss us.” Geoff beamed.

Jack didn’t reply.

“You’re so cute when you pout like that.” Geoff laughed.

“Shut up and hurry home.”

“You got it.” Geoff smiled. “Gotta go. Early start in the morning.”

#fahc #fake ah crew #fake ah crew au #geoff ramsey

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h-eadphxnes · 7 years ago

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"mickey!!" jay waves excitedly from his bedroom window, smiling brightly as he disappears, within a few seconds, he's opened the door and run at his boyfriend, hugging him tightly, "i missed you, i miiiiiissed you!!!" he pecks the other on the cheeks.

“ oh my god, jay- “ eyes light up at the sight of his boyfriend, and he quickly returns the kisses pressed to his face. laughter fills the air around them, light and gentle. it felt so good. it felt so good to hold his boyfriend again. “ i haven’t been gone that long! it was only a few days! i told you i’d be right back, like it never even happened. “

#leftcrushed #;; answered #bless

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gulescamisade · 8 years ago

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Alaska: Day 11

DAELOS: - The body has since been placed in his sylladex for safe keeping, but the fur she was wrapped in is still in his lap. He watches the terrain pass by wordlessly, only dimly aware that a long, cold night has become morning. His face is slack and his eyes hollow. -

HESONY: =it’s not healthy to hang onto a dead body like that, man :/ =

ARANEA: -we can pretend she was responding to this properly as it was happening…-

ARANEA: -normally under circumstances like this, empathy doesn’t come naturally to her, only painfully vicarious. but this was different. the sickness, the heartache watching these two has had her in tears countless times even after nyalah passed.-

ARANEA: -she knows it’s selfish to want to reach across the space between her and daelos so she may take away the pain he’s experiencing right now. she knows she’s capable. but it’d be wrong to deny him his mourning, wouldn’t it? she wipes away at the wetness pooling in her eyes again, unsure of what to turn her own attention towards.-

MITUNA: -Still fucking passed out. Maybe he’s next. Except not really. His head is in Latula’s lap-

HESONY: =Sparky, your arm almost looks like mine did: a limp noodle. The parallels happening are hilarious! Except they’re not.=

MITUNA: -He needs major medical attention. This arm is setting incorrectly-

HESONY: =MMMOMYGOD=

MITUNA: -Redglare lost a fucking leg. We all need major medical attention-

HESONY: =HE’S AWARE. And also a little nervous.=

KARKAT: =Is he nervous because Karkat doesn’t sleep and spends his waking moments staring at him when he can do so without lunging across the truck?=

DAVE: -down boy-

HESONY: =jfc…..=

HESONY: =….yes, that might be one reason. Just try it, fish stick!=

KARKAT: =No. But fine.=

KARKAT: =Don’t tempt him.=

HESONY: =What are you going to do, boy? Sneeze on me?=

KARKAT: =More like eat your face=

HESONY: =if you can even get to my face=

KARKAT: =One word: Kneecaps.=

HESONY: =I’ll hold you by the scruff at arm’s length, I swear I will=

KARKAT: =Hope you like having no hands=

MICEXA: -CHILDREN I WILL TURN THIS FUCKTRUCK AROUND-

HESONY: =But Miiiiiiss! He’s looking at me funny!=

DAVE: -is terezi’s old communicator within reach-

[[ Anyone can borrow this! ]]

DAVE: -now that his concussion is no longer life threatening, he was actually able to sleep for probably a good hour drooling on karkat.-

KARKAT: =That’s ok, he’s fine with that=

DAVE: -opens eyes suddenly HES AWAKE-

HESONY: How’re you Holding up, Squishy?

DAVE: -squints at hesony- who the fuck are you talking to

HESONY: To you, Squishy the Human.

DAVE: what a dumbass name

DAVE: what is this adventure time

DAVE: except a shitty version of adventure time where everyone sucks

HESONY: Is this you volunteering yourself as the mascot?DAVE: a mascot

DAVE: what is this sportsball

HESONY: Yes. It is exactly sportsball.

HESONY: The Expunger is the player and we are the ball, trying to gtfo fast enough where we won’t get our asses kicked into our throats.

DAVE: shes not the player shes the season ending injuries

HESONY: Career ending, you mean. =he scoffed, a hint of laughter at the sides of his lips=

HESONY: =then he swallowed hard, his expression closing.=

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