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bitchiswild · 1 year ago

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Skater Girl

GP Anh Yujin x F! Reader

Warnings: Friends to lovers, smut , fluff, creampie, and other things probs🤷‍♀️

Word Count: 4.7k

A/n: Idk anything about skate boarding 🧍‍♀️

And when I talk about skating I mean skateboarding☝️

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(Back Then)

"Mom! Can I go to the park and skate?!" I exclaimed, already making a beeline for the door.

"Yes, you can! Just be careful not to knock someone out with your board, okay?!" Her voice echoed down from upstairs.

"Okay!" With Mom's permission secured, I grabbed my skateboard and headed straight for the park.

Upon arrival, I noticed there weren't as many people today, which was perfect since I considered myself an intermediate skateboarder. I double-checked all my gear before hitting the half-pipe. Everything seemed secure, and the ride began smoothly. No falls or mishaps... until I spoke too soon.

It was my third ride down the half-pipe when I unexpectedly slipped off my board. The sudden jolt sent it careening to the other side, soaring through the air and striking someone square in the head. I watched in horror as the person crumpled to the ground in an instant. Deep down, I knew I had made a grave mistake.

Without a moment's hesitation, I sprinted toward the fallen individual. As I reached them, it was evident they were knocked out cold. Panic surged within me; "Oh, no," I thought, "Mom's going to kill me."

I quickly gathered the girl and cradled her head in my lap, gently tapping her cheeks. "Wake up, wake up," I murmured, both to myself and to her. I noticed her eyes moving behind closed lids, a sign that she was slowly regaining consciousness. When her eyes finally fluttered open, she jokingly quipped, "Is it me or is there an angel in front of me?" A smirk danced across her face.

I stared at her for a moment, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. "Shut up, that was cringe," I scolded her. Without missing a beat, I pushed her off my lap. "What do you mean? I thought it was great!" she protested.

"It wasn't, though. It was too cheesy," I retorted, trying to shake off the awkwardness of the situation.

"Wow, all I try to do is flirt with the person who knocked me out, but she thinks it's cheesy. Do you know how many people would be dying to hear that from me?" The girl's sarcasm cut through the tension.

"Zero," I deadpanned, meeting her gaze. We held a silent stare for a moment until she extended her hand. "The name's Yujin, but you can call me yours if you'd like," She retorted with a teasing smirk.

"Did I knock you out that hard? Stop flirting," I retorted, giving her a playful glare.

"You're no funnn. Anyways, what's your name, girl who knocked me out?" Yujin persisted, maintaining her playful tone.

"Y/n, and sorry about that," I cringed, feeling the weight of the awkward situation. "Are you sure you don't need me to call an ambulance?"

"It's fine, and nope, this noggin is hard," she quipped, knocking on her head to emphasize it, She then grabbed her skateboard and effortlessly started to skate.

"And empty," I muttered under my breath.

She glided back toward me. "Since you knocked me out, I say you need to make it up to me," she declared with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"And what if I don't want to?" I challenged her.

"I'll follow you home and tell your mom," she added, a smirk forming on her lips.

"Well, shoot. Okay, what do you need me to do?" I sighed, not wanting to get in trouble today.

"Nothing really, let's just be friends," Yujin replied casually.

"Then friends it is," I agreed, finding a sense of relief in the resolution.

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(Years later)

A knock echoed at my window, jolting me since my room was on the second story. Reacting swiftly, I grabbed the closest object within reach, preparing to defend myself, and cautiously approached the window. With a quick tug, I pulled up the blinds, closing my eyes tightly and instinctively started swinging.

"WAIT!" a voice yelled, causing me to halt mid-swing. I cautiously opened my eyes and found Yujin standing there. I continued to glare at her while she wore a frightened expression.

"You can't scare me like that!" I exclaimed, my heart racing.

"I'm sorry!" she cried out, clearly apologetic. Instead of slapping her, I stopped and started questioning her about the unexpected scare.

"What happened? Why are you here and why did you climb up here when you literally have the key my mom gave you?" I asked, utterly perplexed.

"I don't know... I guess I wanted to reenact Romeo and Juliet?" Yujin replied, equally confused.

I couldn't help but slap my forehead in disbelief. "Sometimes I wonder if I did give you a concussion that day."

"Hey! At least you got yourself a best friend in the whole entire world from that," Yujin said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, I was threatened," I replied with a fake smile.

"You loooOOve MeE! Admit it! Come on, you had many chances to leave me but didn't! Soooo You LoOove MeE!" Yujin exclaimed, teasingly.

I sighed, relenting with a smile. "Of course, Yujinie. Now, you didn't answer my question, why are you here?"

"I was bored and wanted to ask you if you want to go skateboarding and head to our spot to chill for a bit," she explained, steering the conversation toward a more relaxed tone.

"Yeah, sure, let me grab my hoodie," I said, rushing towards my closet.

As Yujin climbed through the window, she tripped and tumbled headfirst onto the floor.

"Oh my God! Yujin, are you okay?" I exclaimed, concerned.

She rubbed her head with a pout on her face. "I'll survive," she replied.

"You really need to stop falling on your head; it's empty enough," I quipped, trying to stifle my laughter as I finished putting on my hoodie.

"You act like I always want to fall on my head," she retorted, rolling her eyes with a smirk. "But maybe I enjoy your attention when I fall because I know you'll take care of me!"

"Here you go again with the flirting," I said, rolling my eyes at her playful banter.

“What can I sayyyyyy,” she quipped, moving her body and arms playfully.

I joined her playful banter and laughing along. "Okay, okay, that's enough let's get going," Yujin and I hurriedly exited my room and dashed downstairs.

"Whoa! When did you get here, Yujin? And where are you kids going?" My mom inquired, a curious expression on her face. "It's a little late to be going out, no?"

"Mom, it's only 6 PM, and we're just heading to the skate park!" I reassured her, emphasizing the early hour.

"Yea, Mrs. Y/Ln, no need to worry! I'll protect Y/n with my life!" Yujin declared, getting into a karate stance and wielding her skateboard playfully, pretending it was a weapon as she playfully glaring at everything around us.

"Yujin, I know you'll protect her," Mrs. Y/Ln chuckled at the banter. "But okay, have fun! Don't be stu-" Before Mrs. Y/Ln could finish her sentence, Yujin and I were already out the door, excitedly heading to the skate park.

The weather felt warm yet cool, with the sun setting and painting the skies in hues of oranges, yellows, and pinks. By the time we reached the skate park, it had gotten darker than we anticipated. However, the vibrant lights surrounding the park illuminated it beautifully, casting a lively glow across the skating ramps and tracks.We both stood there, seemingly captivated by the vibrant lights. However, while Y/n was gazing at the dazzling display, Yujin was actually stealing glances, her eyes filled with adoration as she watched Y/n in the illuminated evening.

"Isn't it beautiful, Yujinie?" I questioned her, still fixated on the lights.

"Yeah, it is," she replied, still staring at me with a gentle fondness in her eyes.

I turned to look at her, and she quickly averted her gaze, clearing her throat. "Let's skate, yeah? I want to show you a new move I've been working on!" she suggested, eager to shift the focus back to skateboarding.

"Okay, watch this!" Yujin skated by me and executed the Tre Flip trick flawlessly. "OMG! Yujin, that was SO GOOD!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands rapidly in excitement and admiration.

"Thank you, thank you, I try," she said, smirking and playfully patting her own back.

"You gotta teach me now," I deadpanned, eager to learn.

"And what if I don't want to?" she teased, flashing a mischievous grin.

"I will fall and hurt myself and tell my mom on you," I countered with a smirk, teasing her back.

"Wait, please, not your mom's wrath. I'll teach you, I promise!" she exclaimed, playfully pleading and raising her hand in a mock plea for mercy.

And so she did. It's a good thing you're a fast learner because, after falling a couple of times, you managed to grasp the move in just two hours. Yujin was there each time, catching you and offering support.

"I think I got it now, let me try it on my own," I told her confidently.

"Okay, go for it," Yujin encouraged.

I skated away from her, turned back around, and flawlessly executed the Tre Flip trick. "Oh my God, Y/n, THAT WAS PERFECT. What the heck, it took me a week to perfect it," she huffed, impressed and slightly incredulous at your quick progress.

"Well, I did have a good teacher," I grinned, acknowledging Yujin's help.

Yujin blushed and then asked, "Want to go to our spot?"

"Sure!" I agreed. We walked to our spot, not far from the skate park. It was an ideal place to observe other skaters attempting tricks and occasionally falling. As we settled down, a comfortable silence enveloped us. While I was admiring the lights, Yujin seemed to be caught in an internal conflict.

"Y/n?" Yujin said quietly, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" I responded, turning my attention to her.

"I need to tell you something. Something that's been practically on my mind since we first met, but I don't want to ruin things between us," she confessed, her gaze fixed on me.

"Whatever it is, Yujinie, I'm sure it's not that bad," I reassured her, meeting her gaze with understanding.

Her trembling hands grasped mine, and her eyes held a mix of nervousness and sincerity as she began to speak.

"Y/n, from the first time I met you when you knocked me out with your flying skateboard, I knew you were going to be someone special to me. You became my best friend that very day. As we grew older, I found myself adoring you even more and somewhere along the way, something changed for me. I started to see you differently—not just as a friend, but as someone who fills my thoughts, someone I deeply care for."

"The truth is, I've developed feelings for you that surpass the boundaries of friendship. The warmth I feel when I'm with you, the way you understand me without words—I've come to realize that I’m in love with you. This confession might change what we have. But I couldn't keep this to myself anymore. It hurt me mentally and physically not being able to express how I feel. I value our friendship immensely, and I don't want to lose that. Yet, I also can't deny these feelings that I have for you”

"I understand if this comes as a surprise or if you need time to process. Your friendship means the world to me, and I hope this confession doesn't change what we share. Regardless of what happens, I'll always cherish the bond we have."

"Yujin, I... I don't know what to say," I confessed, feeling at a loss for words.

"Do you feel the same?" She questioned anxiously, her uncertainty palpable.

"Yujinie... I need some time to think about this. I can't reciprocate your feelings at the moment. I'm so confused right now," I explained, a tinge of frustration in my tone.

"It's okay, don't stress about it, we can forget about it," she said, her voice filled with panic and sadness, releasing my hands.

"No, don't get me wrong. I do feel something between us; it's different. We've always been different from other friends. Just give me some time to think, okay?" I reassured her with a small smile, reaching for her hands again.

"Okay, think about it," she said, "let me drop you back home; it's getting late, and we don't want your mom screaming at us."

"Race you!" I exclaimed, injecting a playful tone into the atmosphere as we made our way back to my house, the excitement evident in my voice.

Yujin grinned at the challenge, her eyes lighting up with a competitive spark. With a laugh, she picked up the pace, our playful banter echoing through the streets as we hurried toward our destination.

As we arrived at my house, I turned to Yujin, a sense of concern and contemplation lingering in my gaze. "I'll get back to you with an answer, okay?" I expressed, the air thick with a mix of longing and confusion that seemed to envelop us both, leaving an unspoken tension hanging in the atmosphere.

" And I promise this won't affect our friendship," I assured her, hoping to ease any unease or uncertainty, my words carrying a sincere tone of reassurance.

Yujin met my gaze with understanding, a small smile gracing her lips. "I know. Take your time," she responded, her voice gentle and supportive. With a backward glance, she started making her way back home, leaving me with my thoughts and the weight of the decision I needed to make. The unspoken emotions lingered in the air, hinting at the complexity of the situation and the importance of the choice ahead.

In the days that followed, my mind swirled with every possible outcome that could stem from the prospect of dating Yujin. Each potential path led me down a different emotional route, some shadowed with sorrow while others gleamed with the promise of a bright and joyful future.

Thoughts of our shared moments, our deep connection, and the possibility of something deeper intertwined with my concerns, doubts, and hopes. I weighed the complexities of our friendship against the unknown territory of a romantic relationship.

Yet, amidst the contemplation, I found a resolve within me. A decision emerged, one that had been carefully considered and pondered upon. I chose a path, my heart finding solace in the conviction of that choice, even amidst the uncertainties that lay ahead.

I am in love with Anh Yujin.

As I hastily grabbed my phone, my heart pounded with a mix of nerves and excitement. Typing out the message to Yujin, I invited her to meet me at the fair happening near the skate park. The anticipation grew as I anxiously awaited her response, hoping for an agreement.

Her quick affirmation spurred me into action. I hurried downstairs, slipping on my shoes with an urgency fueled by the desire to express my feelings for Yujin. The rush of emotions, a blend of nervousness and determination, urged me forward as I stepped out, ready to lay bare the depth of my affection for her.

In that bustling fairground, I searched among the crowd for Yujin, my heart racing with anticipation. As I saw her, engrossed in her phone about to send me a message, I couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within me.

"Yujin!" I called out her name, the sheer emotion evident in my voice. She looked up, our eyes locking in an instant, a surge of emotions passing between us.

Without hesitation, I dashed towards her, my heart pounding with each step. As I reached her, she opened her arms and I crashed into her embrace, feeling her warmth and strength wrapping around me. Our eyes met, and with a rush of overwhelming affection, I confessed, "I love you too."

Yujin's eyes lit up with joy, mirroring the elation in my heart. Without a moment's hesitation, she gently cupped my chin, drawing me closer, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. In that beautiful moment, amidst the bustling fair, everything else faded away, leaving only the depth of our shared feelings and the promise of a new chapter in our relationship.

Yujin's eyes sparkled with happiness and adoration as she pulled back slightly, her gaze fixed on mine. There was a contagious joy in her expression, a radiant smile gracing her lips.

"I've been waiting for this moment since the first time I met you," she confessed, her words laced with genuine affection and a grin that mirrored the fluttering excitement in her heart.

Before I could respond, she closed the distance between us once more, pulling me into another tender kiss. In that shared embrace, amidst the whirlwind of emotions and the buzzing energy of the fair around us, it felt like time stood still, allowing us to savor the depth of our connection and the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

Yujin's question hung in the air, carrying a weight of vulnerability and hope. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Her words held an earnestness that tugged at my heartstrings.

A smile bloomed on my face, unable to contain the joy bubbling within me. "I would love to," I replied, feeling a rush of happiness at the prospect of officially starting this journey with her.

As our eyes met, a wave of shyness washed over me, prompting Yujin to notice. "What?" I asked, feeling the blush creeping up my cheeks.

Her gaze softened, filled with a mix of affection and disbelief. "Nothing. I just can't believe you're mine now," she confessed, her words tinged with a hint of amazement at the newfound reality of our relationship.

"Yujin, I've been yours before I even knew it," I reassured her, a tender sincerity lacing my words.

Her laughter rang through the air, a melodious sound that filled me with warmth. She grabbed my hand, leading me toward a carnival game nearby. "Let me win you something. A memento for this day," she declared with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

And so, for the next five hours, we immersed ourselves in the fun of the fair, trying our luck at various games, taking photos, laughing, and creating cherished memories. The bright lights, the laughter, and the shared moments became the canvas of our beginning, marking the start of a beautiful chapter in our lives together.

Three months into our relationship, it was a revelation to learn that both sets of our parents had been secretly rooting for Yujin and me to become a couple. Their happiness and support added an extra layer of joy and warmth to our newfound relationship, knowing that our families were genuinely happy for us. It felt reassuring to have their encouragement as we navigated this new chapter together.

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(In the past: a couple of weeks after the confession)

The revelation hit me like a whirlwind. Both Yujin's and my parents had placed a bet on our relationship blossoming! I couldn't help but gasp in disbelief as Yujin's parents handed mine a $100 bill.

"You placed a bet on us?!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide with astonishment. It was a shock to realize they had been silently rooting for Yujin and me to become a couple all along.

"Of course, honey! We had a feeling, especially since Yujin was head over heels for you ever since you introduced us," my mom explained, pocketing the money with a mischievous smile.

Yujin's mom chuckled, adding, "Yeah, I already knew Yujin was practically in love with you. She'd come home talking about you all the time."

Yujin blushed and looked away, clearly embarrassed by the revelation. Meanwhile, I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, feeling a rush of warmth at her admission.

"Okay, guys, let's stop talking about this," Yujin interjected, embarrassment evident in her voice, though her cheeks were tinged with a rosy hue. I couldn't help but giggle along with her.

"Okay, parents, Yujin and I will be in my room," I announced, grabbing Yujin's hand and playfully dragging her toward the stairs.

"Leave the door open, honey!" my mom called after us, prompting me to turn beet red at her comment.

"Oh my god, Mom!" I exclaimed in utter embarrassment, the situation turning into a moment of shared laughter among the adults.

But it didn't end there. Yujin's mom added a humorous yet embarrassing remark, "Make sure to wrap it before you tap it, Yujinie!" She high-fived my mom, and both of us groaned in mortification before quickly heading toward my room, leaving behind the laughter and teasing of our parents.

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(Present)

Yujin and I haven't taken that step toward intimacy yet. While we've had a fair share of make outs and touchiness, we haven't gone further, but I'm considering changing that. This weekend, my parents are going out of town and suggested I invite Yujin over for company, so I did.

Yujin came over, and we decided to watch a movie in my room. She was dressed in simple grey sweats paired with an oversized shirt, yet she looked effortlessly attractive, and I found myself unable to look away from her. She seemed to notice my gaze.

"Are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her eyes as she picked up on my reaction. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... you look really hot right now," I admitted, feeling a hint of intensity in my gaze as I found it hard to look away from her.

Yujin blushed, clearly taken aback by my comment. She noticed my focus on her lips, and a moment of anticipation lingered between us.

Suddenly, Yujin closed the distance between us, drawing me closer, and without hesitation, she cupped my face, pulling me into a passionate and intense kiss. The moment was filled with an electrifying spark as our lips met, sending a rush of emotions through both of us.

My hand touched her dick as I was kissing her, sending Yujin into a frenzy. She seemed to get my gist, pulling me closer on her lap, her hand briefly touched my butt before rubbing it.

I withdrew from our kiss, panting fiercely. I took off my top without a bra underneath. Yujin observed my every action. Beneath me, her dick hardened. "Shit baby," she groaned. Slightly thrusting against me.

"Please," I begged as I fixed my gaze on her. "Please, just touch me, fuck me, make love to me."

Yujin groaned at the sound of me pleading and flipping us, so she was on top. She pulled off her shirt and pants, leaving her boxers on. Her dick hardened at the sight before her. She then kissed my neck down to my boobs, sucking on them for a bit, then moved down to my pants. She looked at me for permission. I nodded eagerly, giving her the green light to continue. With a mischievous smile, she skillfully unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid them off, revealing a wet patch on my underwear.

As she continued to explore my body with her lips and hands, a wave of anticipation and desire washed over me. The room filled with an electrifying tension, fueling our passion even further. Her face neared my clothed area, and she gently ran her fingers along the fabric, teasingly tracing the outline of my wet pussy. The anticipation grew as she leaned in, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

With a mischievous smile, she whispered, "Are you ready for me?" The heat of her breath made me squirmish. She grabbed my panties and pulled them down agonizingly slow. Teasing me. I could feel the intensity building as she continued to tease, I was drenched with desire at this point. With each agonizingly slow movement, she heightened my desire, leaving me yearning for more. The intensity of the moment was almost unbearable, and I couldn't help but surrender to the pleasure that awaited me. I looked at her; a smirk played on her face, but it quickly melted into a gaze filled with love.

“I love you “ She said

"I love you too," I replied.

Without a warning her fingers went to my core, and brushed my folds. Her thumb rubbed my clit preparing me for her dick.

“Fuck” I groaned.

She withdrew her fingers. Her dick slapped against her stomach as she removed her boxers. I groaned at what I saw.

“Please” I begged.

“Be patient baby, I'll be sure to take care of you.” She told me.

Yujin placed herself between your legs, spreading them a bit more, pumping her shaft with one hand. She then inserted herself inside your core, stretching you, a wave of pleasure washed over me. I gasped and arched my back, feeling the intensity of her thrusts. Her movements were deliberate and skillful, driving me closer to the edge with each deep penetration. The sensations were overwhelming, and I couldn't help but surrender myself completely to her.

Yujin leans closer, pushing herself deeper, a loud moan escapes your lips. "Fuck baby, you're so tight." She let out a gasp, finding it difficult to push into your core as your pussy felt like a vice grip.

“Fuck Yujin” I cried out in pleasure.

Yujin wrapped your legs around her waist, skin slapping against each other. She moved her hips fast and hard, angling it to find your spot. You clenched your walls., eliciting a groan from her. Your walls start to tighten with every thrust. Yujin threw her head back, the vein in her neck bulging begging to be sucked on. She gripped you tighter and your body started to tighten. “I’m close” I mewled out tugging on her hair.

She lets out a loud moan, her hips bristled with hunger, greed, lust ,and most of all love. Her lips meet yours again as you finally let go, our orgasm hitting you like a truck. Yujin groans against your lips, feeling the tightening of your pussy as you came, her orgasm following in suit as thick ropes of her cum shoot inside you, filling you up.

Yujin pulls away from the kiss, holding you while she is still inside. Kissing the marks she left on your neck. “That’s my girl” She praised the love evident in her eyes. She pulled out slowly not wanting to over stimulate you. She went to the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth to help me clean up. Once done, she returned to bed, lying beside me, and gently pulled me close, softly caressing my side.

"You okay?" she asked, concern evident in her gaze as she looked down at me, worried that she might have hurt me.

"I'm okay," I reassured her, cuddling into her chest for comfort.

We cuddled for a few minutes, and then Yujin suddenly got up. “Shit! We forgot to wrap it,” she exclaimed in a panic. I couldn't help but laugh at her antics.

“Don't worry, I'm on the pill,” I told her, calming her nerves.

“Oh, Okay,” She sighed in relief.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Who would've thought that a skateboard accidentally hitting Yujin's head would lead us to this moment today?

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artsygirl0315 · 1 month ago

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"What if... Sector PHP was never supposed to be in the KND?"

At least, not in their world..

What if they got trapped into an unknown world and was made to survive until they find their way back home?

What about their friends?

What if their adventures in the KND weren't by chance?

No one in the KND had a 'Material Resource Department' before, So why'd they suddenly have one now?

What if.. They're not actually from here?

What if they're actual REAL people?

And if they go back home, What happens then?..

(Idk what I'm on rn either coffee or candy but this popped up in my noggin' a few days ago! Hope y'all are having a great day!💙)

#knd #kids next door #codename kids next door #codename knd #knd oc #oc #original character #drawing #art #sector php #edit #my edit #capcut

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amazingmsme · 1 year ago

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Blue Halo

AN: Making up for lost time, 3 fics in a day eat my ass. Jkjk, these fics are so much fun, it’s just a lot, especially when I let myself get carried away like this. But y’all are about to go hog wild, because here’s another lee!simon fic, dare I say better than the first? Idk man, today’s prompt is unusual spot & the whole head portal thing just screams ticklish scalp to me.

Fionna stared at the back of Simon's head, still trying to wrap her mind around it. It felt weird when she leapt from the portal and found herself staring at an old man laying face down.

Since entering his world, she hasn't had much time to dwell on it. Now that they seemed to be in a relatively safe world, her mind began to wander off to places she hadn't had the time to dwell on.

"I can feel you staring," Simon said, looking over his shoulder at her. She panicked and looked away, causing him to chuckle softly. "You'll get them too ya know."

"Wha-?"

"Gray hairs. It's what you're staring at, right?"

"Oh no! I wasn't staring at that!" she assured, but Simon rolled his eyes fondly.

"Really, it's okay. I know I'm old as dirt. You start going gray, that's just life," he explained casually. Fionna snorted in amusement and shoved his shoulder playfully.

"You don't have to explain the concept of aging Simon!" she teased. "I was just thinking... About home, and where we came from..." she trailed off, staring at the back of his head. Simon connected the dots.

"Oh..." He looked away, a small frown on his face as he thought of a way he could comfort her. "Well, once we get me a new crown, then you can go home and everything will be okay," he offered a soft smile, one which she returned.

"Yeah, I'm just a little worried about going back in," she mused aloud. Simon cocked his head curiously, so she elaborated. "I mean, you're head's only so big, and my hips are definitely bigger," she joked.

He snorted in amusement, "Oh please, you made it out just fine! I think all this craziness is just gunking up your head and making you nervous. I promise, I'll get you and Cake home safe and sound," he said, patting her shoulder.

"I guess I'm still just, confused about it all. And curious," she shrugged.

"Well... you're welcomed to rummage around the ol' noggin; see if there's any remnants of the portal hiding behind my hair," he offered.

"Really? You wouldn't mind?" she asked, sitting down behind him.

"Not a bit. I'm honestly a little curious about what's back there myself." Fionna started carding her hands through Simon's hair and he let out a chuckle. "I wonder if this is how Jane Goodall felt," joked aloud.

"Who?" Fionna asked, not understanding the joke at all. His short lived laughter trailed off with a sigh.

"Oh, never mind. Just a scientist from a long time ago." His voice sounded dejected and forlorn, reminiscing on a time long since past. Fionna frowned to herself at the change of mood.

"What did she study?"

"She was a great conservationists and anthropologist who studied primates. She even got to live with them for awhile," he explained.

"Whoa, that sounds pretty cool," she said and Simon agreed. She continued parting his hair, looking for any sign of the portal.

"Well, your scalp's pretty pale, but I don't know if that has to do with- wait!" she cut herself off, shoving his hair away excitedly, in doing so shoving his head down abruptly. Simon let out a quiet oof and braced himself on the floor.

"What- what is it?" he asked nervously, craning his neck to see despite knowing it was a fruitless effort.

"Oh, it's nothing bad!" she was quick to assure. "I think." Or maybe not... "It's just, I think your skin might be blue." Simon felt himself relax.

"Don't scare me like that Fionna! I thought it was something serious!"

"Blue skin isn't serious?" she asked, voice soft and concerned. Simon leaned back to look at her.

"Well, I was Ice King for a really long time, and he had blue skin," he reasoned. "So it doesn't seem like that big of a deal. You said you followed a sparkly blue portal?" She nodded, and he continued. "See, that explains it. No need to worry," he reached back, patting her hand to put her at ease.

She hummed, not fully trusting the explanation but deciding not to dwell. "Whatever you say," she said skeptically. "Man, your hair's soft. What shampoo do you use?" she asked.

"Huh? Oh, I don't know, Marcy picked it out for me. But it's the conditioner that makes it soft,” he gently corrected. Suddenly his calm demeanor took a left turn when he arched his back, shoulders shooting up to his ears as he shrieked, a full body shiver overtaking his body.

He jumped away from the sensation, landing in the soft ground and spinning around to face Fionna. He he had a hand slapped over the back of his head, rubbing furiously. His eyes were wide and he was… blushing?

Fionna pointed at him accusingly, “I knew it was a bad omen! And you just tried to shrug it off!”

Simon shook his head, “What? No! No, it’s fine, I guess the portal just made my scalp a little… sensitive is all,” he grumbled, arms crossed as he adverted his gaze to the ground.

“Well that doesn’t sound good. And you hit your head pretty hard when you fell down those stairs at Prismo’s,” she pointed out, brows furrowed with concern.

“Oh, well I-“

“Let me just make sure you aren’t hurt, okay? If it really is blue it could be bruising.” Simon had to admit she had a point. Hesitantly, he sat back down, though much stiffer and guarded than before. Fionna playfully punched his arm.

“Relax dude, I’m not gonna hurt you!”

Simon rubbed his sore shoulder. “You just did,” he teased, though the smile on his face let her know he was only kidding.

“Oh shut up,” she mock scolded, parting his hair to try and get a decent look at his scalp. She hadn’t cut her nails in a while and they grazed the tender skin beneath his hair and she noticed how Simon’s shoulders hitched up towards his ears and a startled gasp escape him. She immediately pulled away, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Simon was quick to put her mind at ease, especially with her growing guilt over hurting others. “It’s fine, you didn’t hurt me. Like I said it’s just, um, sensitive,” he said vaguely.

“Huh?” Fionna gave him a puzzled look before connecting the dots, confusion morphing into an ecstatic grin. Simon felt his stomach drop. “Oh. Ooooh! You mean sensitive as in ticklish! This is great!” she exclaimed, plopping herself way too close to him in his opinion.

“N-now wait a second!” he tried to protest, yelping when Fionna grabbed him in a headlock. Not strong enough to choke or hurt, but he certainly wasn’t going anywhere. Uh oh.

“No way! You had me all worried for no reason! And you’ve been a sad sack o’ taters this whole time! So I think it’s about time you cut loose,” she decided, lightly scratching against the back of his head. Now that she wasn’t holding back, it was so much worse than before. He snorted, biting his lip to contain any more unwanted sounds. Soft snickers managed to slip past the barrier despite his best efforts.

“Oho man, this is hilarious! Who even knew scalps could be ticklish! I gotta try this out on Gary when I get home!” she rambled as she continued tickling.

Simon was halfway in her lap from her ambushed attack, his legs kicking and scrambling against the ground for purchase. Her nonchalant enthusiasm was more flustering than he thought it would be and he covered his red face to hide from the teasing. What else was he supposed to do? Her hold made it so that he couldn’t even reach her hands to stop her. Though in second thought, maybe that was a good thing: she’d probably go after his armpits and then he’d really be in trouble.

“Fihihionnahaha! Lehet mehehe gohoho!” he whined, unleashing the hoard of giggles that had been trapped in his chest for far too long. The sound was bright and high pitched, and so unlike the Simon she knew.

“Aaawww, you have, like, the cutest laugh ever!” she cooed, causing him to blush even more.

“Whahat? Ihihi dohoho nohohot!” he denied, shrieking when she started scratching closer to his hairline. His giggles grew faster and more breathy, snorting loudly when she traced a circle in the center of his head.

“I don’t know dude, have you ever heard yourself? Pretty fuckin’ cute,” she teased, then thought back on her own words, an idea forming in her mind. “Wait, where’s my phone?”

Even while giggling hysterically, Simon tried to be helpful. “Ca-Cahahake!”

“Ugh, she has it!” she groaned, still scribbling anywhere that warranted a reaction. She leaned her head back and yelled, “CAKE! I NEED MY PHONE!”

In the distance, she could just barely make out a Cake-colored shape. The shape responded, “I’M BUSY!”

“IT’S MY PHONE! I NEED IT FOR PROOF THAT SIMON CAN LAUGH!” she yelled. That seemingly got the cat’s attention.

A leg stretched all the way over to them, followed shortly by the rest of Cake. “Now this I GOTTA see- oh wow, you weren’t kiddin’,” she said once she made her way to them, clutching the phone to her chest. She chuckled to herself as she walked up to them, getting up in Simon’s face as she filmed them before Fionna pushed her back with a giggle of her own.

“Cake, that’s too close!”

“Hey, I’m a director! Y’all just keep doin’ what you’re doin’,” she said, trying to decide on the best angle for the video.

“Cahahake, hehelp mehehe!” he pleaded, reaching an arm out for her.

She looked up to the sky in thought, “Hmmm, no. I’m Fionna’s cat, not yours,” she sassed, fangs peaking out behind her smirk.

Simon shrieked when she found the weak spot behind his ears, his laughter reaching a new pitch. Once he started hiccuping through his giggles, Fionna decided to grant him mercy.

“Welp! Think it’s safe to say that you’re in tip top shape!” she chirped, patting his arm as he laid on the ground wheezing. He held up a thumbs up.

He composed himself enough to sit up, playfully glaring at the two of them. “That was the worst. You’re the worst.”

“Naaah, I play with my friends like that all the time, and you took it like a champ,” she complimented, smirking at the way he flushed at her words.

“Wha- you had me in a headlock!” he defended himself, throwing his arms in the air for dramatics. Cake couldn’t help herself and stretched over to tweak his sides. He yelped and curled in on himself, falling onto his side. They all laughed.

“You coulda tapped out,” Fionna taunted smugly. Simon was dusting himself off and fixed his glasses.

“Well if I knew that, I would’ve,” he said curtly.

“Bet next time you won’t,” she challenged, hands on her hips. He froze, balking for an answer before a calm, almost smug expression found it’s way on his face.

“Well, I’m an old man Fionna. I’m sure I’ll forget by then.”

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober day 16 #simon petrikov #fionna campbell #cake the cat #adventure time #fionna and cake #adventur time fic #fionna and cake fic #adventure time tickle fic #fionna and cake tickle fic #ticklish!simon

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zephamello · 5 months ago

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thoughts on the dave clones in general? there are so many...

*Cracks knuckles* here we go

I absolutely adore them all but we gonna go through each one in detail. Just gonna go through the order on the wiki list

This one!! I headcanon named him Squish / Squishy :D He's my favorite clone based on appearance, he looks like a big confused sweetie and I just. want to bundle him up and give him a cuddle. He looks innocent and he deserves to be loved.

Kinda like with Sarah I headcanon that his "imperfect flaw" besides the melted skin and teeth is, he has an extreme sensitivity to sound. Like normal talking volume and above is really harsh on his ears and that's why he does the scream thing (I got that vibe from his sound, what sounds like the room full of people talking and then him freaking out). 10 out of 10 will hug again and again

Neck guy! Honestly he just depressed me so. damn. bad. his lore and what happened to him and what happened leading up to him breaking his neck. It was just, really heartbreaking and if I could kick Dave Tab Cander Ruy in the ass for it I would make sure to have the biggest steel toe boots known to mankind on first.

His sound bc of his lore is also depressing as hell, but I do really like how it sounds, it is kinda eerie too. I hate how quickly it gets drowned out when you put other sounds up though :(

In my AU he is called Moore and was actually named by Sketch / Stanlee :D He's a big innocent sweetheart that loves cuddles, especially from Tab. He does get a brace so he can hold his head up :3

The blue one!!

I absolutely love his design and everything about it, anything with the teeth is just really cool. I also love how he's the only clone with colour on him and it looks like a snazzy cozy scarf

His sound is really cool too, it's another one of those signature Breakthrough sounds that's really great <3

In my AU he named himself Aster! He is very intelligent like the perfect clone, although he is very clumsy. He can get lost walking in a straight line, he'll trip and fall when just standing still, he falls out of bed at night. But Tab always helps him whenever he can <3

The perfect clone <3

I just really like his design. The eyes staring into your soul and the shadow on his face, it really gives him the evil clone vibe and I love it smmm

He's my favorite clone in terms of the sound he makes, and he's my favorite sound in all of Breakthough! Idk how to describe it, but it's just really cool and anytime I hear him in a mix I immediately love that mix very much

In my AU Tab named him Dave, after himself, in one attempt to mask that the guy is actually his clone. He's about like Tab in every way. Except times 100. A very exaggerated Tab xD But he is innocent at heart, he sees Tab like his dad and loves him a lot

Last but certainly not least, our other favorite ceiling dweller, the Imperfect Clone! I was so excited to find a clip of his jumpscare, I never got to encounter it before the original mod post was taken down nkdnfkljbn

He is The Silly! Given who he is, his design is perfect (oh the irony), it also gives off that evil clone vibe. The lack of detail really does a lot for him and I don't think anything else could be done to somehow make him better :D

His sound is really creepy too, I both wish he kinda did a little more, and am kinda glad that that's all he does. If his sound was extended in any way I feel like that would ruin his eeriness yk? What it is now suits him <3

In my AU he named himself Alan because he heard it on a show or something and thought it sounded really cool. He is also innocent at heart, though his emotions are a bit unstable. Extremely excited, extremely upset and prone to violent reactions. He just has a weird chemical/hormonal imbalance in his noggin that people have to be careful with their choice of words around him. All in all, he's a lovable, playful sweetheart that wants to play :D

(Also did anyone notice how none of the clones have Tab's white hair? I wonder if Tab did that on purpose when he made them.)

(You're never going to actually believe whose designs for them I adore)

#incredibox #orin ayo #tragibox #incredibox breakthrough

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙

Oooh, thanks for passing this to me, Lizzy! 😄 Let's see....100 fics, how to choose 5? 🤔 Well all know #1 already, don't we? 😂 So I'll take a leaf out of Lizzy's book and do a countdown to 1!

5.) A Matter of Time

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,686. Written for Snarry Adopt-a-Prompt 2022. Features reverse chronology and alternating POVs! Also: ambiguous/open ending (my love!) It feels like the Snarry of my youth, that angsty and spicy student/teacher, and some good old fashioned tragedy! I really feel like I pulled the thing off with this one! (What is said "thing"? Who knows.) Also, not to pat myself on the back but...that final line? Ouch.

4.) Cruel Summer

Harry/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 5,445. Minor Harry/Severus. Written for HP Chan Fest 2022-2023. Features gorgeous art by @mrviran. It's a fic I've had floating around my noggin' for a few years but finally felt the call to write for Chan Fest! Our two beloved, troubled boys (Harry and Sirius) live together post PoA, and sees them through plenty of dysfunction, manipulation, and other problematic content 🤭 They have a very complicated (and angsty!) connection and I am so so pleased with how it came out! It's very bit as spicy, sad, and twisted as I'd hoped!

3.) The Curse of Anteros

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 52,566. Written for Snarry Bang 2023. Inspired by an episode of Charmed called "Magic Hour" (which itself was inspired by a movie called Ladyhawke). This is another idea I've long wanted to write, but never knew how to write it until now. Curses, fairytales, magical animals, true love!! Begins with student/teacher and carries on through time to old men Snarry!!!! This fic really grew way out of control and I'm so glad it did. It feels like...a "proper" story, if that makes sense? Actual plot! Novel length! Who am I even???? Anyway I'm stupidly proud of this one. Also: ART BY MRVILLAIN AGAIN, MY BELOVED TEAMMATE, I'M OBSESSED. Like...idk I'm blown away. Which sounds bad cuz this is my story, but I don't care. This is genuinely a story that not only was I so pumped to create, but one that I'd have LOVED to read as a reader! Had someone else written this I'd have lost my mind reading it. I hate saying that, it sounds so arrogant, but I don't care, I'm losing my mind over this one. I wrote it in like 2 weeks!!!! This fic POURED out of me! And I love it!

2.) Collateral Damage

Draco/Ron. Rated: E. Words: 16,071. Written for Ron-Draco Fest 2021. The first draft of this got to like 10k before I had to scrap it and start totally over. Somehow the original opening kept winding down the wrong path. So finally after fighting with it for way too long (and only 2 weeks to go until it was due), I gave it up and tried again. Decided: "hey, let's open with porn and see what happens." Well...That worked. That did it. All I needed was to open with a BJ for magic to happen, who knew? I ended up with a story I was super jazzed about, and to my great surprise (and pleasure!) others loved it, too!!

1.) Contempt | Devotion

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 20,400 | 25,843. Written for Snarry-a-Thon 2022 and 2023. This one's cheating a bit since it's technically 2 fics, but it's also the same story in different POVs so...it kinda counts, right? Also I know people have told me they liked Devotion more but I can't help but admit that Contempt itself still holds the top spot in my heart! And while I think say The Curse of Anteros is a better overall story, I don't think any fic ever will top Contempt. I mean, never say never, but Contempt is the story of dreams. It's my heart and soul. It's the Snarry I've always wanted to write. The story, the dynamic, the characterizations, everything. It's everything I've wanted in a Snarry since I first began reading Snarry 20 years ago. Like...I have no words to express just how meaningful this work is to me. This is literally the culmination of all of my Snarry feels. I dragged this story out of my gut. I pulled it out of my skin and wrote it in my blood. That's how connected I am to this work. (Wow that sounds really dramatic but also...true.)

Genuinely I was so cared people would hate it, but I wrote it anyway because I needed it and I loved it. I'm very glad to say that plenty of others love it with me! And this is another one @mrviran offered love to in the form of a podfic! (Plus cover art!) I'm fully obsessed with the podfic (AND ART!) and I get all teary eyed when I think about it, that my dear friend worked so hard to bring more life to my baby. 🥹

Kinda funny how my favorite works (and what i consider some of my best works) were all for fests. Fests really do inspire me, even if they make me want to pull my hair out. 😂

Also is it cheating to give honorary mentions to Lover Boy at Play, In My Veins (In My Blood), Orange Blossoms, Teardrop in Your Palm, and Black Skies? 👀

#self recs #snarry #dron #sirry #favorites #top 5 #self love #positivity post

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spitzchi · 10 months ago

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i've got like. five different books i'm in the middle of reading right now LOL they all scratch different itches. im going to try to read 52 books this year which seems like a lot but half of what i read are graphic novels so it's not that bad, im already ahead of schedule. maybe i'll post little blurbs on my thoughts as i finish each (would probably be a good brain exercise). "shelving" anything i don't plan on finishing any time soon.

At 30 I Realized I Had No Gender - a memoir by a 50 y/o intersex person living in japan. it's been interesting to see cultural similarities and differences, as well as a perspective from an older trans person, and is usually what i pick up when i want something lighter. it's fun to read just hasn't sunk its claws into my brain like some other books (including books i've read recently that i hated)

Akira Vol 1 - reading through the entire series this year. hasnt grabbed me quite the same way the movie did, i think because what got me obsessed (and i mean a literal obsession) with the movie was a lot of the mood set by music and artistic choices. sup early on, but again my hang up here is just that it hasnt hooked me emotionally so far

The Dispossessed - ok SORRY. im having trouble with this one. i havent read a lot of le guin, my main engagement with her work is omelas. still very early into this one, but the writing style feels very detached and reserved compared to omelas. i assume of course the voices for each piece were developed specifically for the needs of each, which are VERY different but idk. i hope it picks up, if it doesn't i'll try earthsea and if i don't like that le guin just may not be for me:/

goodnight punpun vol 1 - grabbed this on a whim at a local bookstore today, has been on my list for a LONG time. it's great so far as expected. i generally know that the story gets really dark, and seeing the tone i understand why people get so distinctly unsettled by it. excited to keep reading:) since this one has my attention the most right now it's my book of the week

capitalist realism is there no alternative - i have like one chapter of this left LOL. im awful about reading theory but im just trying to remember how to use me noggin right so i'll worry about nonfiction later. might finish this as a commute audiobook. would shelve this but since i have so little of it left i might as well try and finish it soon

house of leaves - i was so excited to read this last year when i decided to start reading again i picked it up immediately. unfortunately i am still regrowing the brain cells necessary to follow this competently for the time being. SHELVED!

#at 30 i realized i had no gender #akira #the dispossessed #goodnight punpun #capitalist realism #house of leaves #shou arai #katsuhiro otomo #ursula k le guin #inio asano #mark fisher #mark z danielewski #reading log

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little-peril-stories · 1 year ago

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Hi, Kate! I have a TQOL/TPOT back-to-school ask for you today! We know Will was far from the best student, but we also know there are many different types of intelligence (visual, spatial, logical, interpersonal, etc.) So which one would be Will's? And going off that, what would be Breanna/Bree's? How do they complement each other? (Bonus question: Is there anything Will actually enjoyed about school? Other than leaving? 😅)

You are so sweet it hurts. 💕 How'd you manage to time this ask to arrive in my inbox on my first full day of classes with all my students?! Thank you so much for sending this!!

Also, what a lovely question! I will be talking about multiple intelligences with my one class probably next week. 😂 I'm using Howard Gardner's theory to answer. :) tl;dr above the read more, rambling below.

Will - bodily-kinesthetic, naturalistic, interpersonal

*Bree/Breanna - linguistic-verbal, intrapersonal, *bodily-kinesthetic

Where do Will's strengths lie? Probably largely in the bodily-kinesthetic area. I suspect he, especially as a kid, was maybe a bit clumsy, but that probably had more to do with being reckless rather than actual clumsiness. I think he would also score high in naturalistic intelligence. He's a pretty outdoorsy guy and it kills him to be locked up inside all the time. 😭 I would also (bear with me, it sounds crazy because he can be such a pain in the ass) that he is actually relatively high in interpersonal intelligence, but he just doesn't use it the right way. He's great at reading people, but instead of using it to, idk, help them like a counsellor or teacher would, he (sometimes….often….) uses it to piss them off.

And Bree/Breanna! She scores well in linguistic-verbal intelligence, although she clearly prefers the written word (I'm thinking of Bree's letter, Breanna's interest in joining the literary society) to the spoken one (WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO TALK TO THIS GUY AFTER A YEAR FUCK THAT I'M RUNNING IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION). I'm giving her some points for intrapersonal intelligence, since Bree is usually pretty in touch with her feelings - whether she acknowledges or acts upon them, though, is another story. And, for Bree C. particularly, I think we can argue that there's some bodily-kinesthetic intelligence there (I'm thinking of her becoming so proficient at pickpocketing, etc. in such a short time), although perhaps not to the extent of Will's. I also think she would score okay in interpersonal intelligence, if not extremely high.

How do they complement one another? Other than a lifetime of her teaching him words he doesn't understand? 😅 Okay, I'm kidding...sort of. I really do love the idea of (...when life has calmed down and they can just live and be and enjoy being together) the two of them constantly learning from each other. (gross I'm such a teacher lol.) She teaches him a word; he knows all the best spots to go for a walk to hear the birds and feel the breeze. He can teach her all the IA tricks he's got up his sleeve, and over time, at least with her, he becomes better at recognizing his emotions, too.

I absolutely have this very silly moment living in my brain with him and Breanna H., where they're just outside somewhere and he shows her how to get a bird to eat out of her hand or something, a thing she's never done before, and it's just so goofy and cute and pointless and it so doesn't fit anywhere but it lives in my noggin regardless. 💕

In school, Will enjoyed: the walk there and back, lunch and recess, and finding creative ways to piss off the schoolmaster/schoolmarm. I actually love the idea of Little Will having a teacher he legitimately liked at some point in his life who was so determined to get him to do well and to actually try and care about his learning... Whether or not they succeeded, well, idk, you decide.

Oh! One of the resources I read about 1800s schooling mentioned the pupils doing jobs in the schoolhouse. Will hates chores, cleaning, etc., but one of the job was bringing in firewood. He probably didn't mind that one. 😅 It gets you outside for a bit and bonus if you can find a bug to sneak onto someone's desk...

#clairelsonao3 #lps the prince of thieves #lps the queen of lies #just because asks #you're the best <3 #I totally didn't skim a scholarly article trying to find specifics about nineteenth century school days just to answer this ask

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thatsmemate · 2 years ago

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five drinks to get to know me 🍹

tagged by @russilton and @formationlaps 💕

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|| WATER

Just good ol plain water is something I need with me at all times. I can't be without it, I get so thirsty so easily and a lot of food overwhelms me and I need to palate cleanse immediately. I go through my large bigger than my head water bottles multiple times a day, I refill water constantly at home and work bc I chug that shit. I'll rarely have it cold, but depending on the food I'm having I might ask for ice. I usually take it room temp or warm bc it's more manageable that way and drinking a lot of it won't be as difficult as if there's ice. I find it's also a good base to start with, I might have some other drink but I'll always have water, just in case. Of what? Idk, like the other drink I'm having is too sweet, or my mouth is dry, or whatever. Idk man, water is my extra spicy little friend.

|| COFFEE

I used to have like 7 cups a day, I used to practically have an IV in, I used to find it comforting and necessary to start my day and it never failed me. I still remember my first sip of coffee and how my mom laughed at me when I made a face. But then I got a little bit older and coffee started becoming this hit or miss thing. It might be just the ticket or it might give me slight vertigo from the caffeine. It might be exactly what I needed or it might give me a pounding headache. I still love coffee, so much like A LOT, but I've started to give less importance to espresso (I used to only drink Americanos, black, bc the more espresso the better) and started going into things with milk or syrup or sauces. Most days when I'm at work I don't have coffee unless I'm feeling extra *chef's kiss* Shitty™ and having less of it has made me see it more as a treat than a lifeline.

|| TEA

Top 3 are black, green, and chamomile. Chamomile was the first tea I remember having, and it's just a nice handwarmer type of drink for when I've got a sore throat or I need to feel warm inside. I take black teas to replace coffee, I take green tea when I need to cleanse my soul (i.e. I've eaten something extremely oily or sweet). I used to want to be one of those loose leaf tea drinkers with the fancy strainers but I just like teabag teas better and they're easier to bring to work and have on the go.

|| ICED TEA

I'll fuckin DROWN in this shit, it's my go-to drink order and it's just always good. You can't go wrong. Whether it's powdered or made from the sweat of gods it'll be good. But the homemade shit some restaurants do, I'll eat the pitcher if I could. It's also very adjustable, like if I find it too sweet you just plop some water in there and it's good. It's like salt to taste.

|| HOT CHOCOLATE

My ultimate comfort drink. I have it when I'm sick, when I have vertigo, when I'm feeling sad or depressed or angry or tired or hopeless. Specifically the Starbucks signature hot chocolate we have here, it's thick it's warm it's not too sweet it's got whipped cream it's great with soy milk it's perfect. When I'm too sick to eat anything I have this and it helps my appetite. I'll have it with pandesal and it's freakin perfect. If you see me with hot chocolate it means one of two things: I wan hot choccie (preventive measures, shit storm spotted and it is preemptive soothing) or I am devastated and at the end of my fuckin rope (sick / exhausted and sad, alarm was chucked out the window for being too loud and giving my sick noggin a headache).

tagging anyone who wants to do it! 🥂

#tagged meme #radio log

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aimfor-theheart · 2 years ago

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Hello!!

For the fic title game (if you're still accepting!) 'forever blooming' or 'the hidden words of the heart' !

i am still accepting my dear!! and gosh these are good ones too!!

lets see what the ole noggin comes up with:

forever blooming

pairing: kageyama tobio x reader

tags: fluff, rivals to lovers, college!au, some angst, happy ending!

summary: from the moment you met him, you knew tobio kageyama would be trouble for you. now, you're assigned to tutor him in a literature class he is very close to failing.

honestly just great fun. lots of bickering and banter. dumbies in love. reader is as stubborn as kageyama. happy, sweet ending though where they figure it out!

the hidden words of the heart

pairing: oikawa toru x reader

tags: director!oikawa, scriptwriter!reader, film!au? angst, hurt/comfort, obsessive and unhealthy relationships

summary: oikawa toru, an infamous cult-classic director, rose to fame with you at his side, as his mysterious and eclectic writer. every major film of his has been your script come to life. an he has no plans of ever letting you go.

idk why but the concept of oikawa as a director rolls around in my head from time to time.,.,.i just imagine he sort of. likes to sequester the reader away from the world so they can write for him. imagining the reader as a sort of misunderstood, mad genius of a writer. and oikawa is the only one that can understand and console them <3

send me a fic title and i'll make up a fic!

#thank you my love!!!#i hope you're having a good day!!!#cielo chats!

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chickencrackerlover · 2 months ago

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realized i might be gay and idk what to do with myself

posting this on my secret tumblr so no one ik irl finds it.

I grew up and live in the bible belt, so the fact I didn't realize this until 22 should be shocking to no one lmao. I've more identified as ace since i was like 13, but something just always "felt wrong". I genuinely could not figure out why. It wasn't until the past summer that the little switchboard in my noggin clicked all the right buttons.

This was honestly one of the worst summers of my life for several reasons. All of my friends joked that i must have pissed off a witch or something with all the random unfortunate circumstances I kept encountering.

During this summer, I ended up meeting a guy at a bar. We went hiking a few weeks later and all my friends got so excited seeing me, the chronically bitter and single friend, going on a date. "It wasn't a date" I would say everytime. "Yes it was" they would insist. I stopped arguing. They always get a little too invested in my romantic interests which is why I normaly wait so long to tell them if I ever see someone I like. Everyone is always so obsessed with me finding someone, and they never hesitate to insert their opinion about how "one day you'll find someone. Asexual or not, one day you'll look at them and think about how much you just want to start a family with them".

The conversation of not saying things like that to me has been had many times with almost all my friends. "Despite what you may think. It really isn't that I'm just so nervous around men that I don't want children." I would say. "I think it is." they would reply. "Stop. I'm being serious." I would say, more frustrated this time. This always tipped them off that they should shut up and listen. I'm really not one to ever get mad at my friends.

"I don't want biological kids. That much will always be true. But it isn't because I'm scared of sex or whatever. I'm scared of pregnancy. I don't know where that fear came from, but it makes me nauseous. I cannot stomach the idea of being pregnant. Not to mention by a man. Something about that irks me."

They never quite understood, but I appreciated their willingness to cut it with the psychoanalyzing.

Back to the guy. "He was nice" was about all i could say. When asked what I liked about him, I really couldn't give an answer. He had a great job, clean background, lived in a nice part of the city, seemed to have a healthy realtionship with his parents. Picture perfect. No mention of his looks, his body, his personality. Just "he was nice. good job, cool hobbies". They still ask if i've texted him since. Eventually, I got irritated by the constant need for an update and just started saying I lost interest. They all lectured me "you have to give guys a chance!". It fell on deaf ears to be sure.

So what was wrong? Nothing. It just felt wrong. Just like my ace label - which I had a habit of dropping when I became to confused about my own interests - it just felt wrong. After my summer from Hell finally ended, i walked into therapy one day and went over the details from the summer with her, venting out the bad air that was the past two months. Like I usually end up doing, I ended the session with a doorknob confession

"Also I think I may just be gay."

This was news to her because, while she did know I liked girls, she was also rooting for the mytery man. I spent the last 10 minutes of the session giving the summary of why i thought this, and she mentioned we should use the next session to go through it in detail. This was not the first time i had held this sentiment, and this time, she said, I seemed way more bothered by it.

Anyways, all this to say, the feeling hasn't gone away. I'm still constantly spacing out, making connections in my head I always thought were just coincidences. I feel like I've just seen something in the mirror I'd never noticed before and now my reflection looks different. I'm not sure what to do now. Do I start talking to girls? I never talked to anyone before.

My friends still don't believe me for some reason. They love to make the joke that I'm probably a lesbian and just refuse to admit it until I finally agree with them. "Well we don't know." "Why can't you just be bi? You don't have to be a 100% lesbian." "Well I don't know. What about when you were obsessed with [celebrity/ fictional character]? They're a man.]

I don't really care whether they do or not. Again, I live in the bible belt. Home of antioch, fire and brimstone gospel. I'm used to a sheer lack of support. I guess I'm more writing this post because I'm thinking a lot and don't know what to do with the thoughts. We'll see how it goes, maybe. I'll write more later.

(side note: finding wlw content is literally the most abyssmal thing ever. Why is every theme surrounding wlw relationships based on the whole "turning her gay" trope or "they are both straight. They just want to try it out".)

#amateurwriting #lgbtq #lesbian #queer #queer community #questioning #gay

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hvndredbattles · 4 months ago

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𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑵

yoinked from: @nezemny

tagging: whoever wants to!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?━━ fandom brainrot lmao In all seriousness, though, I do tend to build my muses toward whatever genres or fandoms I'm currently most engaged with. On this blog in particular, it was definitely falling head-first into CoD.(Teddy being the exception, though she doesn't have info yet; she was inspired by a different piece of media (Wingwomen).)

is there anything you don’t like to write? ━━ Not generally in a way that has come up? I don't like children/pregnancy plots, just because they're not of interest to me, and I'm not generally into period drama type writing? And crack, I suppose.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? ━━ I'm an old fashioned whump/angst bitch. I like giving characters a good thrashing, be it emotionally or physically, and sticking them with other people, and seeing what comes out the other side. (Shaking the snowglobe, as it were.) I also really like working within established/plotted dynamics! Not necessarily that the whole trajectory is plotted out or anything, but developing a solid basis in which to work. I enjoy when characters settle into something, and then presenting circumstances that can reinforce or change those dynamics.

AND SPOOKY SHIT. God, I love me some serious, thriller/horror type spooky shit, even if it's not quite in line with the original media.

BUT ALSO I do just really enjoy writing with my friends.

how do you come up with headcanons? ━━ Uhhhh I mean. I almost never write canon characters (too intimidated by the prospect of fucking it up), so anything "headcanon" is actually just canon, technically? In any case, I tend to sit with the character and start prodding at a concept I want to know more about. I'll try to visualize it and set the character down in related situations to gauge reaction and then build from there, if that makes sense?

do you write in silence or do you play music? ━━ It depends. I do have curated playlists for some characters, and generally have a genre or fandom playlist that I can put on. Sometimes I struggle to focus on writing if I have other stimuli, but other times I need something else to split my focus so I can actually get work done

do you plan your replies or wing them? ━━ RP to me is improv. Very little planning, a lot of feeling it out as you go, informed by whatever you've got in your noggin about the character you're writing as.

do you enjoy shipping? ━━ It's not what I write for, but I do enjoy shipping on occasion! I think... iirc out of all my ships, I'm rarely the one to suggest it first, but I'm not avoiding it. It's another one of those vibes-based things where I sort of just need to feel it out as I go, and approve or pivot as I feel is honest and appropriate to the character involved. Very chemistry-based.

what’s your alias/name? ━━ This is a funny place to put this question in the order of questions lshdfhsdf I'm Squid! I've been Squid for years and years, at this point; longer irl than online, actually. I've had other names and aliases, but this is the one I'm likely to stick with. It rings true to me.

favorite color? ━━ I don't? Have one? Idk man, greens are pretty sick, but I couldn't pick just one. But I also rly like gold and yellows!

favorite song? ━━ Such a "depends on the day" answer. Uhhhhh. Can't pick. Have this one: Gloves (with Matt McAndrew) - Saint Punk

last movie you watched? ━━ What a great question. It's-- OH! It was the new Chicken Run movie, which I watched with my beloved Hannah.

last show you watched? ━━ Does stuff on Dropout count? If yes, I've been burning through all their stuff, and have been currently working my way through Um, Actually. If not.... it's been. A While since I watched any television. It might have been 3 Body Problem? Which I haven't finished, because it was Stressful, but I was enjoying it!

last song you listened to? ━━ lshdfhsd I've got music on rn, cuz I was trying to find one I vibed enough with to share for the fave song question. I bounced around for a while, and then ended up back on the playlist I have it in, so sldhfhsd see favorite song for the song I last listened to.

favorite food? ━━ Macaroni and cheese!

favorite season? ━━ Fall, maybe? idk, they all have their pros and cons.

do you have a Tumblr best friend? ━━ A few! My bestest tumblr friend (and actually just one of my best friends) is @ru5t!

#squoh oh cee ( ooc )

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gracieparkerr · 1 month ago

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!!yes i have tips

for me, i think the easiest way to start is to first pick a fandom that you’re super comfortable with, so like. one that you’re pretty knowledgeable in the general basis of canon or characters. (you can also pick one you’re not as familiar with, but in my experience it means i spend a lot more time researching than writing, bc i don’t want to get any information wrong)

another thing is to pick a fandom that you just really are interested in, in that period of time. like if you had a massive phase in fandom a a couple years back and are super familiar with everything about it, but now you’re really into fandom b, and not as familiar but are actively learning, i would pick fandom b to write for. it just sort of prevents boredom and keeps the writing groove going, because ur writing what ur into at the moment.

the biggest and most important advice about starting to write, is truly just *start.* open an empty doc, and just let your mind wander. sometimes i have to warm up before i can write anything substantial, so here’s some tips for “warming up”:

• open a scene from the media, this helps especially for movie/show based fandoms, and then rewrite it in your own style

write what you observe. what does this character say, sure, but also how do they say it? is there a particular tone to their voice? is their eyebrows furrowed? their lips pursed? what are they thinking when they say that, what isn’t being said? what do they really mean?

settings and expositions are important, but I think personally they can be hard to write when you’re looking at an empty document and just feel lost on how to start. that’s where characters can shine, they give the meat to an otherwise deficient story.

• explore and practice with figurative language when describing things, feelings especially.

feelings are really hard to nail down! you can say someone is feeling sad, or angry, or guilty, but it makes it blocky and stilted to read if done too much, and if it’s stilted to read, then it’s stilted to write. this one is also kinda tricky to nail down, but it just requires practice, like everything else.

• go looking for interesting prompts, photos, and words that catch your eye

this is for the step after “warming up”. if you don’t know what to write, then this is a good step to take. go on pinterest or google (or tumblr!) and just look for words or images that spark your interest. sometimes you can get inspiration from the strangest of things, but take advantage of it, write down any little idea that comes across your mind. it may seem hard, but this is another practice thing— the more your brain works on thinking creatively, the easier it will get. (supposedly.)

i’m sure i have more tips but i just woke up so that’s all i have up in the noggin atm.

OVERALL RHE MOSF IMPORTANT THING IS TO HAVE FUN AND JUSR START THOUGH!!!

you’re gonna do great i believe in you!! i firmly support the idea that every single person has so much potential in any endeavor they are passionate about and want to pursue<3

here’s some links to my pinterest boards if you’re having trouble looking for inspo to write, idk how helpful they’ll be, but! it works for me:

writing stuff:

https://pin.it/2J1F3wcID

interesting images:

Guys I wanna write fan fiction but I don’t know how or what fandom to do? Any recommendations or tips on how to get started? I will update my progress

#fic help #fic writing #ao3fic

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lex-n-weegie · 3 years ago

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I will try not to write an essay.

////Parental abuse mention mostly verbal because I don't know and will not ask him about anything else further on it. Also blood? Body horror?

But

GIN GIN!

Ok OK so oh my goodness first of all.

People like to go haha hee hee hoo hoo poor little Igor man BUT HE'S SO. MUCH MORE THAN JUST AN IGOR TROPE AND IT MAKES ME MAAAADDDDDDD WHEN PEOPLE JUST REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE ALL HE'S BEEN THROUGH. ALL HE'S ACCOMPLISHED. HOW UNBELIEVABLY SMART AND TALENTED HE IS.

There is so much more under the surface. First of all.

He grew up with an abusive parent

The thing he notes hearing from his dad the most often is "Shut up you freak" and like. I'm rabid. I'll tear his dad to shreds.

Idk abt his mom I haven't heard anything bad about her but I can only imagine what he must've went through (and not imagine because I live with something scarily similar lol)

When he was younger, he was sent off to an academy to learn about evil stuff and idk if that was his choice or not, but he seems to be proud of his educational background presently so-

I DO know he was bullied quite a bit.

He grew up!!! And was offered to become a famous defense weaponry engineer!!!! Which is great!!!

Except for the one faithful day one of his experiments backfired and lodged a rocket into his head

But sweet brilliant man that he is do you know what he did in the face of death mere minutes away? He turned the rocket into a life-sustaining system right then and there. (That's why one half of his head is metal!)

Can you imagine how smart someone has to be to do that. So quickly. And on the spot like that.

He is literally so brilliant and smart and knowledgeable and quick thinking an-

Anyway

He also replaced his blood with artificial fuels which is. So neat. Like hello how the hell.

After that accident though, he lost the opportunity to become a defense engineer because the organization turned him away for his mistake.

People say the rocket in his noggin made him go a little bonkers, but honestly? I think he just got tired of everything that was happening to him and became unhinged as a result.

You can only push someone so far after all.

He met up with an old friend from his academy days and became his assistant and such.

And then he started building what HE wanted to build. Giant robots outfitted with like a bajillion weapons. It's really cool. I love analyzing his mechs honestly.

One time he built one that had a failsafe function of TURNING INTO A SPACESHIP.

Did I mention he's a really good pilot? He's a really good pilot.

AND HE ALSO KNOWS HOW TO SAIL A SHIP. HE WAS A PIRATE CAPTAIN ONCE. (That was the first time we got to really team up hehe 👉👈)

It was a HUUUUUUGE battleship....

He's also way more cautious and wise than his "boss" but of course his views are overlooked because he's an "underling" to him

Ah and then came the dark era of the games

Takes a drag

Most people don't rly like to talk about those because that's then the company that made the games were being handled by a different company and the result was....less than desirable to say the extreme least.

My sweet rocket man was shown to like wearing pretty things and to enjoy feeling pretty, but it was treated like a joke back then. It was so gross and mean and I feel like he must feel so embarrassed and bad about it BUT I WILL HELP HIM FEEL PRETTY(ER) IF HE WANTS TO EVER. I SWEAR IT.

God. During this era he was also the butt of every joke. He was the one that always got the worst of things for laughs. I hated it. He was also played up like he enjoyed being abused which makes me want to chew through steel.

And then there was the one time the game devs thought him displaying a "split personality" would be funny. Like 😬

BUT enough of the bad era

ONTO HIS LOVE OF MUSICAL THINGS!

He can play the organ,,, and he's really really good at it. I think you might already know that he plays the drums too.

I think he just likes anything he can bang out his emotions on I think it's a healthy outlet and I'm so proud of him honestly. He really seems to enjoy it too!

Gosh he seems to just enjoy creating in general...

Let's see what else

Oh yeah

He survived BEING SUCKED INTO THE VACUUM OF SPACE. TWICE. And only came out of it with a new cybernetic hand. Not a scratch otherwise.

I am SURE I have more to say but I'm. Gonna stop here cause I accidentally wrote an essay anyway.

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER I WAS DOING A MURAL THING ALL DAY AND THEN I GOT AN AWFUL HEADACHE AND FELT SICK AND AAAAAAAAAA-

This was such a joy to read and I am not joking. This little rocket man is so interesting and fun and honestly? Good for him for going "crazy and nuts" I want to do the same(/hj). Just deciding one day that he didn't care anymore and he just wanted to be happy? You love to see a girlboss maleboss winning GJKSSNKSAN

ALSO I RELATE SO HARD TO THAT PERIOD OF BAD REPRESENTATION YOU GOT NO IDEA. Poor Luigi like. Fuck he was the butt of every single joke and it wasn't even funny. HE STILL IS IN THE PAPER MARIO GAMES I- you got any extra steel to chew through because girl I'm going feral fhsicbakbfjd

Honestly reading this I just. I'm so proud of him. He's doing his own thing, he's happy and evil, and he's got a killer cute partner to jam out with. Thanks to you he's absolutely living his best life and he'd hate to have it any other way. He loves and cares about you so much I know it in my little clown soul. I know parallel universes are a thing in that world I think and like. If there was a world without you in it he'd want to blow it up on the spot because how DARE they not have you in it. The god damn AUDACITY. Without you that world is worthless and doomed for failure anyways if I'm miss-characterizing him here I am so very sorry /gen

Also actually side note. Blame you for my recent taste in f/os like- There are now 6 men who have egos who are all evil or antagonists in some way who have snuck into my heart(1 of them you don't know yet because I haven't revealed my love for him publicly because I'm embarrassed dhsksja if you dm me I might share 👉👈). You made me like villains how dare you /j /lh

#ask #queenieboo22 #long post #This was so much fun to read and to somewhat chat about I LOVE IT when people gush to me about their f/os!!!!#I wish more people did just so I could read them fksjak #/gen

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shadowling-guistical · 4 years ago

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Sit and Bleed.

Roman asks Remus for advice, and Remus delivers. In his own, mildly disturbing way. Somehow, bonding ensues.

Yeah idk either. I shared this to one of my friends and they said, and I quote, "Hey mishi i love you but wtf? Did remus posess you?"

So like, enjoy?

WARNING: Extensive blood talk, period talk, mild injury, mild gore, and generally just canon typical Remus shenanigans.

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"Do you think that it's true?" Roman had asked him one day, "That writing is easy? That you could just sit at a typewriter and… And bleed?"

It had been dusk, and somehow, Roman had Imaginationed the setting sun to send it's final rays streaking across his room. From where Remus had been lying, splayed out on Roman's carpet like a human sacrifice waiting for a malevolent god, it looked sickeningly beautiful. The gold that bathed the room, the warmth and splendour, he thought it was just saccharinely horrid.

Roman turned his chair to face him. Remus turned his head. A heartbeat turned into two before he scoffed.

"Please," Remus idly picked his nose, rolling the products he found jammed up in his sniffer into a small hard ball and flicked it off to god knows where. He hoped it landed on Roman's pillow. "If writing were that easy, I'd twist my foot off and feed it to Virgil's tarantula,"

"It used to be,"

Remus sighed, swinging his legs up before he leapt onto his feet with a soft oof. Roman went back to his writing, ignoring the sound of Remus' spine popping when he straightened himself. The Duke sauntered to Roman's desk, looking over his shoulder to see…

Nothing.

Well, nothing substantial .

Bits of writing here, a doodle there, scratched out ideas at the corner, angry scribbles at another…Oof.

His twin must have noticed, because Roman’s tone was bitter.

“Not anymore,”

"Yeah well," Remus muttered, thinking of glittering yellow eyes filled with mischief and a sly smirk underneath a shadowy hood, "A lot of other things used to be easy too,"

"Well? What do you think?"

Riiiiight, typewriting and bleeding. Remus scoffed, "Well willya lookit that. You never asked me before, why start now?"

Roman groaned, "... Remus I’m serious here,"

"Hey! It's true," Remus swiped the paper and crumpled it into a ball. Without looking, he threw it over the shoulder. Roman scowled when he sees it bounce onto his bed, "What's up, Prince stink-a-lot? You ask me to come hang out. You didn't kick me out when I wiped boogers onto that skinned angora cat you call a carpet, and now you're asking me questions? What gives?"

"...it's just…"

God, it’s just this and it’s just that , Remus wanted to pull his hair out already. He wished Roman would just spit it out. Just vomit it out and get this over with. Really, getting his stupid twin to just spew whatever was rattling in that noggin if his was worse than pulling teeth out of a gator. And Remus would know, he tried it a lot over the years.

"I just wanted to be like you,"

And there it was, whatever thing that had been sitting in his twin’s gut like a 5 foot long tapeworm.

…

Like him.

Like Remus.

The Duke of Dastardly Deeds.

Mr. Dark and Disgusting himself.

Roman "Pretty Boy" Sanders wanted to be like him?

Remus leaned forward, far more amused than shocked.

"...You're fucking with me,"

"No, I am not," Roman was looking at him with those intense green eyes of his and woah… the guy really was serious, wasn't he?

Huh.

Curiosity reared it's head, familiar and cloying somewhere inside of Remus' stomach. Then again, it could have been the extra potent shaving cream he had over his deodorant earlier today. Who fucking knows.

"Why?" He finally asked.

"Because… You've always made it look so… easy," Shaking hands ran through unruly curls, "It comes easier for you than it did for me. Always did. Just— How do you do it, Remus?"

The other twin considered it for a moment.

Had it really? Admittedly, Remus didn’t really notice it. He hummed. Sit on a typewriter and let yourself bleed , huh?

Well. He apparently had a crisis to handle.

Remus leaned against Roman's desk. Lightly, he ran rough, clumsy fingers on a splotch of dried ink absorbed into wood.

The tone that his Other Half (Don't make it weird Tumblr, he didn't mean that way. So put those pitchforks down and back away. Thanks.) had used while gesturing to the stack of papers and feather quills on his desk now morphed into disgust, "it feels like I just don't have any flowing in me anymore,"

"Well duh," long, dirty fingernails tapped against polished wood, "It's because bleeding isn't supposed to be easy, you doofus," He sighed, and Roman’s expression caused him to nearly want to groan and drape himself over the table. God, it was so fucking obvious that Roman really had no idea, did he? "You know, If you wanna go all gross metaphor with me, you gotta at least not half ass it,"

"Okay, but half ass it how? That how the saying goes,"

With all the tact and delicacy of a blunt axe, Roman’s words were cut off.

"Then it's a shit saying,"Before Roman could protest, "Look do you want me to help or not? Yeah? Then good. Just shut up for a sec and spill the juicy details," Pause, "Okay, what do you know about periods?"

Roman stiffened, obviously beginning to not like where the conversation was steered to. Because not even Jesus could take the wheel when Remus was behind it. However, Roman reluctantly let his shoulders relax when his twin brushed him off with an eye roll. Cautiously, because Remus still needs to be handled much like a skunk would.

"Remus— “

"Oh just relax. This is going somewhere. Trust me. And I won't do any shit I can't clean up. Just answer the question,"

Roman looked queasy, but swallowed heavily. He supposed he did ask, "I guess, just what Thomas learned in Sex Ed,"

Hm, he could work with that.

"So absolutely shit! Great! I just love the educational system in Florida. Wonderful. Wish the Nerdy Wolverine was here to tell you. But you only got me so it'll have to do— Should've prepared a whole musical number about it too—"

Remus held out his palms, and Roman sees the skin tighten. It strained and stretched before it ripped into a bloody gash. Roman grimaced, the other unperturbed. In fact, he daresay Remus looked curious. Like he was mulling over what to say.

"Eh, Follow up— Have" Remus let the blood pool into his cupped hands. A tablespoonful turned into a cupful and soon it was overflowing. He tipped his hand so that the blood dribbled down. Drip drip drip, a small stream of blood hit the floor in splatters, "Have you seen it before? Period blood?"

"What?” Oh god, he feels like he could gag, “Gross—! No of course not,"

Remus rolled his eyes.

"Unfeminist much?" The dry tone was met with protest.

"I'm not!—" Roman spluttered, "I don't go around looking for what comes out of people's pants, Remus!"

"Yeah yeah, but did you know they're chunky though?"

"I— What the fuck Remus?"

"Just...humour me for a sec. So they're chunky," Remus sort of flicked his hand, sending smaller droplets flying. A particularly large droplet streaked across Roman’s floor, "Thick goopy, disgusting— Hey, think of that the next time you scoop out some Crofters eh?"

Well, there nearly goes Roman's lunch.

"Oh god.” He pushed down the tickle at the back of his throat, “Please don't— Just, get to the point,"

"Okay okay. Jeez. The point is," two scarred, calloused hands rubbed together, letting the blood smear, "Is that even blood flows differently,"

The hands raised up, tinged red and both of them marred with an angry, red, jagged tear.

"Look at this shit. See? Not everything that comes out is the same. Some places will drip. Others flow and some? They're chunky. That's just how it is. you can't expect chunky blood to flow as easily as fresh blood,"

Without letting Roman mull on the morbid metaphor, he ploughed on.

"Oh yeah— And blood coagulates. It dries up and turns to scab. It won't stay bleeding forever. It's not supposed to. And expecting it to is just stupid, so write that down with your fancy quill,"

Blinking, Roman's mind slowly caught up with him.

Flowing blood and drying and scabbing— He soon deflated.

Oh.

Oh…

He just watched wordlessly as Remus wiped his hand against the fabric of his outfit. Flakes of dried blood sprinkled down joining the droplets on the ground like some sort of morbid snow.

" And just in case you forget, because of course you do. Scabbing is good. Personal experience guaranteed. It heals things. Plus…" the hand with the cut waved again. Exaggeratedly, mockingly, and even Roman couldn't help but to crack a smile, "You gotta make a pretty deep cut if you wanna bleed a lot,"

Maybe Roman was imagining the softer tone that Remus had let bleed into his voice.

"And if you bleed a lot, you gotta let yourself scab,"

A long, slow exhale.

He had to let himself scab.

"And… You've kinda been bleeding a lot, didn’tcha?"

"I…" Roman swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, "...Yeah...I think so,"

"Been making some huge cut lately to get it flowing?…"

"...Mmmm…" Shaking breaths, fragile and soft. Okay… okay… "Remus?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you… do you think I can… I should—"

Should he stop?

"... Course you could, you stupid bleeding heart…" a hand found itself in Roman's hair, gently carding it. Really, almost petting it, "...But fuck Ro, if that isn't the thing we all love about you, you doof. Of course you can. And you should. In fact, I am telling you to,"

Hesitantly, a pair of arms circled themselves over Roman's shoulder, pulling him close.

Remus didn't mention it when he saw broad shoulders decorated in tassels begin to shake. He didn't pay attention to the soft sobs that sent a Prince, unwavering and strong, shaking. He didn't care about the way Roman's face had crumpled.

"It's time to let it scab, Roman. And try not to pick at it too much,”

Outside, the figure that had been leaning against the door for the better part of the last 10 minutes smiled.

Heh… Credit where credit's due, he supposed.

He tilted his bowler hat forward and began walking down the hallway. No need to worry.

Who knew that the Duke had it in him.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #creativitwins #remus sanders #roman sanders #ts remus #ts roman #tw blood #tw periods #tw mild gore

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