#it could be platonic but naah

[chubbybunny25]

Thinking about de-aged Percy and Nico looking after him. Percy runs away and gets lost somehow because he isn't trusting anyone when he's younger, especially when he's away from Sally. Nico goes after him and it's just like TBOTL reversed.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 19: Secret

Fandom: Barbie (post movie)

Pairing: Allan and Ken (platonic)

Summary: Allan is keeping a secret. Ken won't have it.

(This is set after the Barbie movie that came out last August ❤️ :) These two dolls have a special place in my heart ❤️ :))

"Allan!" Ken grabbed his friend's shoulder. "I need you tell me something."

"Sure buddy, what's up?" Allan asked.

Ken leaned closer. "Barbie's been acting strange."

"The one who left our world for the human world?"

"To become an official human yes. She's been acting very very strange." Ken lowered his voice to a whisper. "And I think she's hiding something from me."

"Why would she hide something from you? You're like her best friend."

"I know, and that's what makes me very very concerned for her."

Allan's eyes went wide. "Do you think she's in trouble?"

"I don't know, but my radar is tingling."

"Ken, I'm sure she's fine." Allan's eyes shifted to the side. "She's probably just busy."

Ken pushed his friend's face back toward him so he could study it closely. "Tell me again what you just said again."

"Uh . . . She's fine. She's probably just busy."

"What are you looking at?"

"Why do you---?"

"Your eyes are doing the shifty thing."

Allan's eyebrows furrowed together. "The shifty thing?"

"Yes the shifty thing."

"What shifty thing?"

"The shifty thing where you look off to the side instead of looking at me."

"I'm not---."

Ken pointed at his friend's eyes. "You're doing it right now."

Allan backed away from his friend. "I think you're being paranoid Ken."

"I am not!" Ken grabbed his shirt. "My friend Barbie is in possible danger in the real world and you seem to be hiding something from me."

Allan pulled himself out of Ken's grip. "You're just crazy."

Ken followed his friend as he walked away. "Did she tell you something?"

"I don't know."

"Is it something I shouldn't know?"

"I don't know."

"Then why are your eyes shifting?"

Allan paused. "Probably because you're making me very uncomfortable."

Ken finally noticed how close he was and took a step back.

"Look, whatever it is, I'm sure has a good reason for keeping it a secret. You know how she is about parties."

Ken's head perked up. "Party?"

Allan's eyes went wide.

"Who said anything about a party?"

"Uh. . ."

"Allan, what do you know?"

"I . . . u-uh---."

A moment later, Allan bolted.

"Hey!" Ken was immediately on his heels. "Get back here!"

Allan let out a scream as he raced around the corner and past groups of Barbies and Kens staring after him with puzzled looks on their faces.

The two went around town with Allan desperately trying to keep away from his friend. Yet no matter which way he turned or what disguise he tried, Ken always managed to find him.

Allan ducked into a nearby alleyway. He was aiming for one of the pink dumpsters when he was tackled from behind. The two landed with Ken on top of Allan.

"You okay?" Ken asked his friend.

"I'm okay." Allan pushed his friend's shoulders. "Just get off me please."

Ken pinned Allan's wrists by his sides. "Not until you tell me about what is going on with Barbie."

"But I don't know anything!"

"Oh yes you do. Why else would you mention the word party without anyone else mentioning the word party."

"Uh . . . It was an accident?"

"No it wasn't." Ken leaned closer. "So tell me what you know."

"Nothing!"

Ken blinked slowly. "You have exactly three seconds to tell what you know or I'm breaking out the secret weapon."

"The secret weapon?"

"Yes the secret weapon Allan."

Allan whispered to his friend. "I thought we Ken's agreed not to use noogies after the last beach battle."

"I'm not talking about a noogie Allan. Not even I'm low enough to do something that extreme."

"Then what are you going to do to me?"

"If you don't tell me what you know, I will tickle you."

Allan gasped. "You wouldn't!"

"Try me. Three."

"Ken I---."

"Two."

"I can't!"

"Two and a half."

"Ken."

"Two and three quarters."

"I can't tell you."

"One."

A shriek left Allan's mouth as Ken's hands dug into his hips. "Naah!"

"Come one Allan." Ken kept a maddening rhythm on his friend's hips. "Tell me what you know."

"I dohon't knohow anythihing!"

"Uh-huh." Ken reached back to squeeze Allan's thighs. "Tell me."

Allan's knees shot up, connecting with Ken's back. "NO!"

The blond pushed his friend's knees back down. "Tell me or I'm getting your weak spot next."

"No plehease!"

"One."

"Please dohon't make mehe!"

"Two."

"Ken please!"

"Two and three quarters."

"I-I-I---."

Ken placed his hands on Allan's stomach. "Two and a half."

"I'm begging you, please!"

"One."

"Wait---!"

Ken immediately dug into Allan's stomach. "Not until you tell me what I want to know."

"NAH! PLEASE!"

"I have to salute you Allan. Most would have folded by now."

The red head shook his head as snorts started flooding out.

"Tell me what I want to know and this will all go away." The blonde rubbed his knuckles into his friend's stomach. "Or I can stay right here allll afternoon."

Allan crumpled. "OKAY! OKAHAHY! I'LL TALK!"

Ken's hands stilled.

"You cahan't tehell Barbie Ihi told you. Shehe's having all the Barbie's help heher throhow aha massive party toho celebrate the Ken's one year anniversary after gettihing aha lower level position ihin thehe's president's court."

The blonde's eyes went wide.

"None of the Ken's are supposed to know." Allan pushed himself up. "We've been working on it for weeks."

Ken smiled as he patted Allan's shoulder. "Don't worry, your secrets safe with me."

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of."

"No reason to fear. Now come on, let's go back and beach."

Allan grabbed his arm. "Wait, let's go back to the dream house and watch that new movie you've been talking a lot about."

"Seabiscuit?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"Yes!" Ken cheered. "A glorious movie about horses. What could possibly go wrong?"

Allan breathed a sigh of relief as they headed back to Barbie's old Dreamhouse. He just had to figure out how to keep his friend away from the other Kens until the day of the surprise party.

[warm-starlight]

I was watching LH edits and of course under the hashtag were other people saying their ship was more canon, but what gets me, is the whole “I can’t ship Levi and Hange, they are like siblings” lmao, like they’re not? I don’t think I ever thought about them as a sibling type, I could understand platonic soulmates, but siblings? Naah

Their relationship, whatever it is,can not be "sibling relationship" because they are not siblings. I have said this before.

[ireallyshouldbewritinginstead]

After a nights sleep I'm still disappointed, but at least I'm not bursting into tears anymore, so that is a good sign I guess?

The bad writing is still so upsetting, especially considering how easily they could have made Eddie's death more meaningful, the whole Stancy-situation less cringey or at least leave a sliver of hope for Byler, instead of putting the nails into the coffin by making Mike such an inconsiderate asshole towards Will.

Eddies death could have been less useless if they had given him a better motivation. Like, buying more time? He could have done so by being loud in the trailer, without heading out and into a clear suicide mission. Instead they could have shown one demobat following them through the gate to Hawkins, have Eddie realize that they would unleash the demobats onto Hawkins, if they don't lure them away from the trailer now. (If it was up to me, he would have survived, but if the Duffers wanted him dead, they could have made it at least a bit less stupid …) And then give Steve, Robin and Nancy a few moments of mourning (having the call back to the "we might not make it this time"), instead of brushing it off like none of them gave a fuck about Eddie …

Steve's whole confession to Nancy and the comeback of the love triangle … I didn't hate that he told Nancy how she had changed his life, but … What Steve said was about moving forward, instead of backwards, so that it would have made a lot more sense if this was about closure and moving on. If it was a thank you at a time, where he couldn't be sure they made it out alive. Instead of literally having him going backwards by still clinging to Nancy…

Fixing Mike and the whole Byler debacle is harder. I liked the reveal of the painting actually. Especially, how it basically mirrored Steddie and Ronance in Vol. 1—"I want to tell you how awesome you are, but to make it seem less gay, I make this conversation about your ex!" (And if they had made one-sided Steddie or Ronance explicit, maybe there wouldn't be people right now believing that Will was sad because he's in love with El …) There was so much potential to still turn this around—especially how it was so OBVIOUS that El never commissioned anything and Will made this up to talk about his own feelings for Mike and to cheer Mike up. Something that could have been brought up easily if Mike had asked El about the painting (and still could be brought up, though I don't trust the Duffers—they'll probably just forget about this…). What sours the scene for me is that Mike doesn't seem to care that Will starts crying—even though it would have been so easy to just have him ask "Hey, what's up?" and Will using something like "I'm just so worried about El" as a cover-up. There could have been a hug or some form of comfort, but naah, make Mike an asshole that doesn't give a fuck about Will SOBBING RIGHT NEXT TO HIM… And the damn monologue! I was waiting and hoping for Mike to glance at Will in a "Am I doing this right?"-way. Because at that point I would have been happy with the tiniest crumbs, that could be interpreted as "This is not only how he feels about El, that's also what he feels for Will" … I truly believe Mike loves El—just not in a romantic way—and he is not yet at the point, where he can acknowledge and accept the difference. (The monologue didn't really feel that romantic to me anyways? It was way too focused on El's powers? And, Eddie's and Dustin's platonic "I love you"s were a lot more heartfelt and emotional? I'm at the point where I believe Finn is so over Milkvan, he sabotages them by acting lackluster in their scenes together …) And instead of "My life began when I met you" something like "Meeting you gave my life a purpose", since it would make so much more sense with Mike's need to be needed by El and how helpless he feels when he isn't needed anymore. And it wouldn't feel as much as a slap in Will's face. EDIT: And in what sense was Mike the heart of ANYTHING in Vol. 2? He was a heartbreaking asshole, that's it …

(Robin's "romance" with Vickie was also something so badly executed, but there is no easy way to fix it—though making Vickie less of a carbon copy of Robin and actually giving her a meaningful contribution to the plot would have been a good start…)

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Pairing/characters: (can be platonic too) Fairy!Yami & gn!reader Genre: General Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~0.6k

You made your way to the hideout kitchen for some breakfast, while rubbing the corners of your eyes. Usually, Charmy was the one to cook, but she had sad that she needs to make an… ingredient run on something very special, that she’d have to collect herself. And it’d take a while for her to get… wherever she needed to get to, and get back.

Honestly, you hadn’t asked. It had been enough that you had gathered it to be for a very special dish that she was excited to make. And you’d be happy to try it, once she got back. But. For now, you needed to make breakfast.

“It’s about time,” you were greeted with the grumbling voice of Yami, who sat on top of the kettle, looking to the door.

“I was sleepy, and you could make your own coffee,” you told him while starting to gather ingredients for breakfast, and coffee.

“No, I actually can’t,” he replied. “I can’t lift the pot.” His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed as he just sat there with crossed arms.

“Oh yeah, I remember what happened when you tried.”

He stayed silent, but his frown deepened.

“You dropped the pot and somehow ended up inside of it,” you mused to yourself. “And Luck wouldn’t stop rattling it,” this time the amusement had become proper laughter, which you still tried to hide by lifting your hand to your mouth.

“Hey! Not funny!”

“You got out of there;” you tried, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“No thanks to anyone else,” he grumbled.

“Oh come now,” you patted him on the head, but he pushed your hand away, the best his tiny arms could. “I’ll make you your coffee and you’ll feel better.”

He let out a sigh, and looked at you, without lifting his head, even if only for a while.

“That reminds me,” you started while measuring coffee grounds. “Why don’t you use the little pot and ‘stove’ to make your coffee?” You nodded to the candle, on which there was a stance and a gauche, on which he could place the much tiny pot.

“The grounds.” He replied with another sigh before taking flight. “They’re too big to dissolve into water evenly. In that pot.”

“Mhm,” you smirked while setting the table.

“Have you seen that cat around by any chance?” He asked, looking around for Rouge.

“Rouge? I think she’s with Vanessa,” you thought out loud. “Why?”

“Because yesterday she thought that I was a good substitute for a bird. I swear, anything with wings is just a toy to cats,” he crossed his arms and frowned again.

“Life isn’t easy when you’re a fairy,” you told him while placing his coffee cup on the table.

“It sure as hell isn’t,” he grumbled. “Everything is out to get you, and if that damn cat tries again, I’m going to murder it.”

“Naah, you’re not going to,” you said. “Because you’re a good person. And besides, if you’re going to be casting any of that magic of yours, you’ll do it outside. The last time you did that, you tore a wall open!”

“I might be small and I pack a punch. And he would not stop rattling the kettle!”

“Fine, fine,” you rolled your eyes with a smile, thinking back to the memory.

Life certainly was interesting with him around.

[alessoninpracticality]

Change

Platonic Moxiety in the ALiPverse? Naah, never happens. ;)

This is an idea I’ve had for a while, and it involves the Steven Universe Movie. There is meaning to it and how some of the songs I feel would resonate with Patton specifically. Because you need to know the songs, I never shared this, but I figured for a special occasion ... I can make an exception. 

“Hey, Patton?” Virgil knocked on the bedroom door that was slightly ajar, leaning in close to hear the noise on the other side. 

“Come in.”

Virgil pushed the door open and found Patton on his bed, wrapped up in a blanket. He had a laptop in front of him, but Virgil was more focused on the fact that he seemed to be crying.

“You okay?” Virgil spoke softly, walking in and closing the door behind him. “I heard sniffling.”

Patton nodded and wiped at his eyes a bit, smiling. “Yeah, sorry. I always cry when I watch this movie. It’s a good cry, though!”

“Oh yeah? What movie?” Virgil walked a bit closer and glanced at the laptop screen. 

“Um...” Patton cleared his throat and turned the laptop around, letting Virgil have a better look at the screen. “The Steven Universe Movie?”

The screen showed Steven floating in air, the clouds behind him while he was mid speech, though the movie had been paused. 

Virgil thought back to the movie, since it had been a while since he had seen it himself, but was confident he recognized it. “Is this from the end of the movie?”

Patton nodded and turned the laptop back to him. “Yeah, it’s the song Change. It’s just so nice that he sings about how you can reflect and how they don’t have to fight, ya know?”

“And that makes you so happy that you smile?” Virgil could tell by the forced smile on Patton’s face that he had been incorrect. “You don’t have to tell me. I can leave and you can watch the end of the movie.”

Patton fussed with his blanket a bit before letting out a sigh. Looking up at Virgil, who was still waiting patiently for his cue to leave, he stared back at the screen at Steven’s smiling face as he was mid song. 

“You know how he sings to Spinel that they can talk things out and how if they put in the effort, they can change?” Patton shrugged and leaned back against his pillows. “Just kind of... wish I could have that conversation with my mom. Ya know, if I was brave enough.”

Virgil slowly walked closer to Patton’s bed before stopping at the side of it. “Can I sit?” Patton nodded, not looking away from the screen. He felt the bed dip and shift as Virgil scooted onto it, getting close enough to not slide off the side. “Can I tell you something?”

“You’re gonna tell me I am brave enough, I just need to do it?”

“I was going to say that your mom is a bitch sometimes and nothing like Spinel but that also works.”

Patton gasped and shoved Virgil off the bed, laughing as he heard a yelp followed by a thud as Virgil fell to the floor. “Oww! Patton, why?”

“That’s my mom you’re talking about!”

“I just said she’s not like Spinel!” Virgil’s hand slapped onto the bed as he pushed himself up. “She’s more like White Diamond, but that’s not what I was gonna talk about!”

“White Diamond?” Patton’s brows furrowed as he thought back to the character, immediately seeing the connections Virgil was talking about. “Wait, then what were you going to say?”

Virgil slid back onto the bed, shoving Patton playfully to give him more space so he couldn’t be pushed off again so easily. “That you remind me of a song from this movie. Independent Together.” Virgil nudged Patton a few times with his elbow. “I can just imagine you and the Pals singing all the parts together! It’s like your theme song.”

Patton gasped and a smile broke out onto his face. “Wait, that’s such a good idea! I should do that!”

“Yeah, I know. I’m brilliant.” Virgil grinned, smug about his idea. 

“Oh, wait!” Patton grabbed Virgil’s arm and shook it in excitement. “What’s your favorite song? I bet it’s the villain song, isn’t it?” Virgil looked surprised before looking away bashfully. “Wait, is it not?”

“Don’t laugh...”

“What? What song is it?”

Virgil cleared his throat and glanced at the door before tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie. “Um... Roman came home in a good mood one day and started serenading me with True Kinda Love.”

“Aww, Virgil, that’s so adorable! You’re such a softie!”

“Shut it! Not another word!”

[childish-ish]

I hope you write for Michael Myers, I just need him with a platonic gn s/o. Like, s/o is just 'oh u killed someone? Goodjob, bud, have some dinner' THEN CASUALLY PATS HIM IN THE BACK. Idk why but I need more platonic fics aaaaaaaa

YES I DO lmaoaoosnfkef im super excited my first ask!! i hope i dont disappoint!! im writing this at like 3 am lmaaoaosl!!!

that one guy with the blood on his clothes, you know him?

pairing: michael myers x platonic! gender-neutral! reader

You absolutely knew you were screwed when you heard the unusual stomping of possibly large feet. You shiver - you knew you shouldn't go up there. That's what most horror movies taught you.

You also knew that you probably shouldn't call out to the unknown being! But you did anyway because who cares. Maybe if you seem cooler than you already are, maybe - just maybe - they'll spare you.

Hm. You thought, what a nice thought! But.. press x for doubt. Ah, shit. What if the dude mudered somebody?! Ah fuck. What should i do? Ah FUCK WHAT DO I DO, GOD SHOULD I CALL THE POLICE?!

"Uhh.." You hear yourself say. "I, uh - I know you're up there! Uhh.. fuck. Do you want to - " You immediately pause. That was so stupid what the fuck me. Do you want to come down?? That was what you were going to say - but instead said this:

"COME DOWN OR I UHHHH EAT YOUR CHILDREN - "

You couldn't help but scream internally. You couldn't believe you just said that - actually, in real life. Why the fuck would you say that? The person probably doesn't have kids. Maybe they do - you don't know them - do you?

A loud squeaky creak interrupted you from your thoughts. You peer up, picking up your chin from resting on your purlicue to see a large man on the top step of your rickety old fucking stairs.

"Ahaha!" You laughed pompously, putting your hands on your waist, "I see you don't want your children to be eaten! Good choice! Come on down!"

Despite your easy-going-ness on the outside, you were sobbing disgusting-ly inside.

The man made no move.

You switch on the light to your right - how convenient!

The hallway and the stairs lit up.

That man was the boogeyman of Haddonfield. In your fucking house.

"Uhhh.." You trail off. Noticing the absolute fucking mess on his clothing - hm. What was he wearing? Some weird uhhhh fucking outfit that a guy fixing a car would wear, you suppose.

"I see you've got blood on your hands ol' chap!" You might die - but you might as well have some fun!

"Howza bout we go fix you up some dinner and get your cleaned up! Huh? Hows'sat sound?"

You got scared and literally almost pissed your pants when he stepped down from the top stair. He was threatening you wasn't he?

"I'm sorry!" You weep, falling into your knees dramatically. "Don't kill me! Take my money! My food! But not the cat - "

A shadow looks over you - your thoughts immediately- 'How'd he get there so quietly??'

"Uhh.." You trail off, before looking away from the creepy mask that mocked a human face. Kind've, at least - mocked a human face, you mean.

"So anyways, good ol chap! My good pal! You did so good on doing whatever you did, so how-za bout some thin-crust pizza??" You stood apruptly, newfound vigor and absolute confidence pumped through your veins.

You were absolutely astonished to see the boogeyman nod once - it was so slight you barely noticed.

"Aha! Well then! Follow me, good sir!"

The man dressed in the blue, grimy uh.. bodysuit? followed you down the hallway, and into the kitchen. Two pizza boxes were on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"I got onions and mushrooms and stuff on one pizza, then i got one regular pepperoni. We shall feast!"

You had a small plate on the floor next to the island that had a small round thin slam of salami. Your friendly feline whom you've named Vore meowed and jogged towards the man behind you.

You watch as Vore rubbed themselves onto the boogeyman's legs. "Anyways. We shall feast!"

"Hey so," You swallow what you had in your mouth, almost choking on a large piece you thought you chewed, the boogeyman turned his head towards you, mask up slightly to reveal his lips so he could eat. You take another bite, chew quickly and swallow - "Why were you in my house? Were you going to murder me?"

The boogeyman didn't respond, but instead, took another bite of the thin crust pizza.

"I'd kill me too." You nodded with a chuckle, before taking, once again, another bite.

The boogeyman shook his head, opening his mouth to possibly respond - but he shut his mouth.

"Naah it's chill. I got a paper and pen on the counter besides you." You were eager to know what he was going to say.

Soon, the boogeyman was writing down some words.

He hands you the piece of paper, you rub your hands off on your pants before taking hold of the paper.

'i am michael no i did not come in to kill you i needed to hide'

"Ohh! Chill. That's cool." You hand him the paper back. He leaned over the counter - and began writing.

' i will be leaving.'

The paper said.

"Ah, damn. Really? Well, thanks for not killing me, you're a real one. Also! Good job on murdering! I don't care what you do - also uhhhh visit me? We're kinda friends now."

Michael placed the pen down and nodded - you gape, "Wait really? Cool! You know, I'm making some cookies tomorrow just for the fuck of it, you wanna come by, grab some and do what you need'a do?"

He nodded.

You salute him as he left through the hole in your fence. You sigh - closing the back door.

"What the fuck. I can't belive I'm actually friends with the boogeyman of Haddonfield now. This is so dope. Anyways. yummy fucking ice. yum yum yum crunch crunch."

You glance down at your cat, you was staring at you weird.

"I know. I'm a weird one 😔✌."

[melinaajamie]

35 Questions for Fanfic Writers

Thanks @bachint for tagging me! I’ll try to provide you with the best answers I can come up with ^^

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!) Probably three stars, maybe four? Yeah, four. I know it seems arrogant but aside from the occasional “OMG EVERYTHING I WRITE IS CRAP!” that ever writer experiences from time to time, I usually like what I’m writing and especially how I write ^^

2. Why do you write fanfiction? Bc I love exploring the universes and characters I love further. Ehy accept the canon as it is? ;D

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? Puuh, that’s a hard one? Maybe that I like to kill a bunch of characters? :D Naah, it’s probably the length of what I write. Once I get started I can’t seem to stop.

4. Are there any writers that inspire you? Since I study literature and read a bunch of books for it, absolutely. It can be any book from any author I read. But Arthur Conan Doyle inspires me a lot, Simon Beckett and Paulo Coelho.

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of? My Professor Layton fanfic “The Cogs of Time” ^^

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily? The start. I hear a lot of people say this is the hardest and in some ways I agree with them. But I usually just start writing and go with the flow. Or I immediately have the beginning of a story/chapter in my mind once I start thinking about it.

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most? Writing believable dialogue between parents and their kids. I’m fine as long as the kids are little (let’s say up to 8, maybe 10), but then I’m stumped.

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write? Like in general or specific characters? I can write any characters as long as they are not parents. Then I have a bit of a problem.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write? Ah. Okay. Tying in with (7) here, parents (:

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for? To write for? Hm... probably adventure, crime fiction/detective fiction and Young Adult? I don’t know, I like a quite realistic approach that can and will take a dark turn.

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most? About the world. About what’s wrong. About relationships that took a wrong turn, about things that are almost right, about figure skating (big fan!), about growing up, about changing.

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about. Currently, I’m absolutely excited about my Layton Brothers; Mystery Room fanfic “A Game of Murder”! I’m SO close to the ending and I can’t wait to solve the murder and finally reveal the killer! Everyone will hate me XD

13. First fandom you ever wrote for? Disney’s “Frozen”

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for? That changes according to my current obsession. At the moment, my favourite fandoms are Professor Layton and Pokemon.

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for? Weird in what way? I don’t believe in that concept, sorry :)

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? Does murdering characters I and the audience love count? Then it’s that XD

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for. Probably more of a genre but romance. If romance is the main plot/trope I’m off. If it is a sub plot that’s interesting AND supports the story in some way, I will take a look.

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written? Probably also “Cogs of Time”. So much death in the end that no one expected, so much heartbreak. I admit, I indeed was a bit of an asshole with that last chapter XD

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between? I like giving the canon a little twist and AUs ^^

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff? Gen. If it’s shippy, then it’s usually just something short. Like I said, I’m not one for romance.

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!) That also depends on my current obsession. At the moment, that would be LayClaire and Lemmy (both romantic, both Professor Layton) and Lucifendi (platonic and romantic, Layton Brothers; Mystery Room). And any Pokemon couple for friendship ^^

22. Do you listen to anything while you write? MUSIC! Always!!

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas? independent ideas. But I often find myself including a line I’ve read as a prompt somewhere or making it the theme of a chapter.

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works? Multi-chapter works.

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic?Tell us about them! I have dreamt about my fics being movies or TV series, but spin-offs? If I want a spin-off I write it :D

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try? So far, nope. As Margaret Atwood once said, “The paper basket is your friend. It was invented for you by God.”

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received? Someone saying I made their day with my writing :) I love to make people happy!”

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing? It does hurt but I know people want to help so I try to be open to it and look back into the part that was given critic.

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out? I always do that when I have to write interaction between parents and older children. I always feel like it’s very stiff but my friends say it’s okay. Well.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst? MERCILESS ANGST ALL THE WAY.

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them! Yep! I once created a Professor Layton OC whom was the dead (well, we never really got to know if she was indeed dead, she has just vanished) daughter of a character. She was instead just kidnapped by the criminal organisation her father was fighting and trained to be one of their soldiers. I never write the fanfic but it never left my mind. Might do that one day :)

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less. “Let’s play my favourite game. A game of murder.”

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process? That I put as much effort in as I can to make it as good as possible fir you guys!! And that I usually do a lot of research and put the most effort into the tiniest things to make it realistic and add another layer to make it a shade darker ;D

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of. I’m really proud of this but it’s not a fanfic. I hope that’s okay. I can’t really think of one thing that I’m proud of bc there are many. It’ from the book I’m currently writing.

He let go of him so suddenly that the cold hit him like a brick. Mikhail gasped for air, needed a few seconds until he could open his eyes again. The view was heaven-sent. Vasja was standing above him, the gaze of his icy blue eyes troubled yet so piercing and captivating that Mikhail found himself sitting up without another thought as if someone had turned him into a puppet. At times, he felt as if Vasja was the great puppet master who made Mikhail’s entire world dance as he liked. And he loved dancing for Vasja. The gaze of his icy blue eyes contrasted with his ruby red hair which surrounded his face like a bloody halo; it made his snow white skin glow even more. He remembered the feeling of Vasja’s hair between his fingers, as soft as velvet, as clouds, as a mild breeze o fair on one oft he first days of spring. He reached out for Vasja but he was quick to grab the boy’s hands and place them low on his stomach. A shudder ran down Mikhail’s spine when he felt Vasja’s finger travel across his arms until they cupped his face. He lifted it so Mikhail had to look at him. „You know the rules, right, Micky?“

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want! Like, it’s so amazing?? You get millions of words for FREE and the authors don’t get ANYTHING but STILL we have this amazing community who keeps writing and reading and commenting... It’s just AWESOME!! I’m so glad I discovered fanfiction bc the community is so awesome and I always wanted to give some canons a good twist or just think of new things with characters I love!!

[grapegremlin]

✵ but you can delete this ask. in fact pls do LOL

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following 🍇

Their first impression of your muse: “He looks like a gay version of Shark-Week.”Current impression: “I wish he’d stop yelling at me, its his fault for being thicc.”Are they attracted to your muse?: “I MEAN-UH-next question please.”Something they find frightening about your muse: “Everything located in his mouth.”Something they find adorable about your muse: “I guess the way his hair sticks up is cute…”Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: “Ehhhh, nah I’m good. Take it like a hero.”Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: “Haha naah, what’re you GAY??…maybe.”One word my muse would use to describe yours: “Alligator.”Would my muse slap yours if they could?: “WELL YEAAAH.”Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: “No homo, but MAYBE.”

[kisala10]

#65 Tagged

by @hopeblaze!

LAST… [1] drink: Coffee [2] phone call: Probably an acquaintance of my parents? They all call way too often (I don’t really like phone calls but I got used to it) [3] text message:About the schedule of a bus lmao [4] song you listened to: Adore U - SVT [5] time you cried: Idk maybe a few days ago? Ever since I started staying at home i lost the perception of time haha... [6] dated someone twice: No [7] been cheated on: No [8] kissed someone and regretted it: No [9] lost someone special: No [10] been depressed: No [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: No, I don’t drink and I’m a minor xD

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] Blue [13] Black [14] Red? Man, idk xD

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: Yes [16] fallen out of love: Non [17] laughed until you cried: Mhhm probably [18] found out someone was talking about you: Always my Mom [19] met someone who changed you: No [20] found out who your true friends are: Not really...? I always trust any friend and believe that they’re being truthful until I find out or they tell me that they’ve lied to me [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: My family when I was a kiddo

GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Most of them [23] do you have pets: Non :c [24] do you want to change your name: Nah. But when I was younger, I didn’t like my name because so many people made fun of it to the point that I really did want to have another name xD [25] what did you do for your last birthday: I was at home with my family and ate cake [26] what time did you wake up: 7.20 AM (I always got an alarm during that  time) [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: Watching “One Fine Day - 13 Castaway Boys”. I finished it this morning T.T [28] name something you cannot wait for: For Saturday because I’m going to shop for art supplies!! [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: Yesterday [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Either living in another country or not living as a human lmao [31] what are you listening to right now: Noise of my laptop and me, typing [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: Non [33] something that is getting on your nerves: Anything these days tbh but if I had to be specific then for example when people get pissed/annoyed at me. I’ll most likely be annoyed too [34] most visited website: Instagram and YouTube [35] elementary: The time when you’re supposed to have no worries :’) For some reason I mainly remember the bad memories [36] high school: About to graduate [37] college: Who knows :))) triggered [38] hair colour: Black [39] long or short hair: Mid short [40] do you have a crush on someone: Nah, neither romantic or platonic rn [41] what do you like about yourself? That I can make jokes about myself/my life Once I get into something, I’m really devoted, I guess? [42] piercings: My ears [44] nickname: Kisala, Kisa, Kisa-chan in general and then there’re individual nicknames like Ulrich and Usa-chan xD [45] relationship status: Single Who would have thought it [46] zodiac sign: Leo [47] pronouns: She/her [48] fav tv show: All the SVT shows that I’ve watched so far lmao [49] tattoos: None [50] right or left handed: Right handed

FIRST… [51] surgery: Haven’t had one yet [52] piercing: Ears [53] best friend: My childhood friend that used to live in the neighbourhood [54] sport: Probably badminton [55] vacation: In Vietnam but I can’t remember it because I was two or three years old [56] pair of trainers: Why would I know the answer to that [57] eating: Nothing [58] drinking: Nothing [59] i’m about to: Get up after finishing this [60] listening to: Still the same noise [61] waiting for: Myself to finish this lmao [62] want: All dat merch and all those albums [63] get married: Nah unless that person is rich af aka Jumin Han [64] career: I got nothing, I’m still considered a pupil

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: Hugs <3 [66] lips or eyes: Eyes [67] shorter or taller: Taller (but not too tall bc rip me) [68] older or younger: Older [69] romantic or spontaneous: Romantic [70] nice arms or nice stomach: Stomach [71] sensitive or loud: Both if possible? xD [72] hook up or relationship: Relationship [73] troublemaker or hesitant: Both.....?

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? No [75] drank hard liquor? Non [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? Nah [77] turned someone down: No [78] sex on first date? Nono [79] broken someone’s heart? Naah, I’m not the type someone would have a crush on [80] had your own heart broken? Kinda [81] been arrested? No [82] cried when someone died? No, if we’re talking about irl [83] fallen for a friend? No, I’d never fall for a friend Or for anyone probably

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? Highly doubting it [85] miracles? Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t [86] love at first sight? Only exists in Shoujo manga so far :))) [87] santa claus? Non [88] kiss on the first date? None for me, unless it’s purely platonic but yes for anybody else [89] angels? Oh my gosh yes, there’re so many precious people [90] current best friend’s name: Who knows ;)) [91] eye colour: Dark brown [92] favourite movie: Currently “The Great Wall” (Really good movie 10/10, Kisala’s recommendation of the day)

I tag @yumifuyuko and @egg-tartss but none of you have to do it because I know that you already did this once

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 8: Nuzzles

Fandom: Lab Rats

Pairing: Adam, Chase, and Tasha (platonic)

Summary: Adam sees Tasha using nuzzles to tickle Leo so he decides to try them on Chase.

(Not really a set season for this fic ❤️ :) Truth be told, I blame my students for sending me back down the Lab Rats fandom hole after requesting to watch it during breaks ❤️😅 I just loved this show so much, especially the "interestingly chaotic" relationship between Adam and Chase ❤️ :))

"Don't forget that after lunch I'm picking you up for a doctor's appointment and then after that we're going to store to pick you up some new sneakers," Tasha reminded.

"Mom, you don't have to keep reminding me," Leo replied. "I'm not a kid anymore."

"I know," Tasha added as gently squeezed his chin. "But you'll always be my little baby."

Adam paused putting away his dish to pinch Leo's cheek. "Awww, look how adorable."

"Adam, remove your hand before I remove it for you."

"Aww, he thinks he's so scawry," Adam teased as he placed his dish in the sink.

Tasha giggled at the older teen's antics.

"Mom, you're embarrassing me."

Tasha took her hand away. "Just don't forget Mr. Grownup."

Leo picked up an orange. "Yes Mom."

"I remember when you were little," Tasha continued. "You used to refuse to go to school unless I gave you a special kiss before we got in the car."

Leo gave his Mom a look. "Mom."

"What? I'm not allowed to reminisce now either?"

Meanwhile, Adam leaned against the counter with the biggest grin on his face. "What was your special kiss Tasha?"

Leo glared at his brother. "I will kill you."

While Leo kept glaring at his brother, Tasha got a smirk of her own as she set her coffee cup down. "Well, it went a little something liiiiike this!"

Leo would deny the squeal that left his mouth as him Mom wrapped him in the biggest hug she could. Tasha then buried her face into Leo's neck.

The youngest Dooley-Davenport shrieked then collapsed into a fit of laughter. "NAAH! MOM!"

In response to the shriek, Adam jumped up. "Tasha! You're hurting him!"

Both Mother and son looked up. "I promise I'm not Adam. Leo's neck is just super ticklish."

"Reheleahse mehe womahan!" Leo demanded.

Now it was Tasha's turn to give her son a look.

"I mean, please let me go Mommy."

"Mh-hm." Tasha finally let Leo go after ruffling his hair.

The youngest Dooley-Davenport shoved her away. "And stop ehembarrassihing mehe!"

"Aww, Ihim sorry sweheetihie." Tasha swiped her lipstick off of Leo's neck. "It's just so cute."

After Leo glared at his Mom, a car horn honked in the driveway.

"Oh! That must be your friends."

Leo rushed to the door. "Bye Mom! I'll be back later this afternoon."

"Bye sweetie, have fun."

Once Leo was out the door, Adam turned back to Tasha. "Tasha? What did you do with Leo?"

Tasha's eyes went wide. "You don't know what tickling is?"

"Oh! No, I know what that is. It's in the cartoons we watch." Adam then pointed to the door. "But not what you did with Leo."

"Oh, well what I did with Leo is called a nuzzle."

"Wait, isn't that what they put on dogs if they're bad?"

"No, that's called a muzzle." Tasha snagged her coffee cup before moving over to the couch. "Nuzzles are when you push your face into someone's tickle spot and move your head back and forth really fast."

"Huh, and that can tickle someone?"

"It can. Not on everyone, but it can."

At that moment, the elevator dinged open.

Out stepped Chase. "Hey Tasha. Have either of you seen Mr. Davenport? I need to give him something."

"Sorry Chase, he's at a meeting across town. What did you need to give him?"

Chase held up a folder. "Just some expense reports that he wanted done. I can give it to him when he gets back."

"He's making you do work? On a Sunday afternoon?"

"What else am I supposed to do? The school told me I have to stop doing other people's Math homework so I don't have anything to do on the weekend anymore."

"Don't you ever---I don't know---do something besides Math equations?"

Chase furrowed his eyebrows together. "Why would I do that?"

"You know what, good point." Tasha took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. "Needs more creamer."

While Tasha made her way back to the kitchen, Adam narrowed his eyes at his younger brother. His eyes then lit up as he grinned. "Hey Chase."

Chase gave his older brother a look. "Yeah?"

"Can I show you something?"

Chase sighed. "For the millionth time Adam, being able to shot put me from the door to the elevator is not as entertaining as you think it is."

"Oo! I wanna see if I can get you to do a really cool spin before you hit the elevator."

"Not interested," Chase replied as he plopped his folder onto the table and turned.

"Wait! That's not what I wanted to show you though."

The younger Davenport turned back around. "Then what Adam?"

"Oh you'll sehee." The eldest eagerly grabbed his brother's arm.

Chase squeaked as he was spun into a bear hug from behind. "Adam!"

Without responding, the eldest pushed his face into Chase's neck and moved his face back and forth.

"OW!" The younger Davenport desperately thrashed in the hold.

Tasha set down her coffee cup and rushed over. "Adam, Adam! You're pushing too hard!"

The eldest looked up. "What?"

"To make it tickle, you have to push gently into the neck."

Chase's eyes went wide. "What!"

"If you don't push as hard, it should tickle. Like this." Tasha then leaned forward to nuzzle into one side of Chase's neck.

The younger Davenport immediately squealed and turtled into his shoulders. Bright laughter filled the room as Chase kicked his feet.

After a few more seconds, Tasha let up. "See? Just lihike thahat."

"Aww, looks like little Chasey is still very ticklish," Adam teased.

"You knohow Misteher D gahave me heightened sensehes!"

"Well that's not my problem."

Chase's laughter immediately filled the room again when Adam tried nuzzling again. It wasn't as painful this time but he was still pushing a bit hard.

"A bit more gentle Adam," Tasha encouraged.

The eldest Davenport pulled back just a bit. This made Chase's laughter grow even more.

"A little more."

Adam pulled out a bit more and Chase's laughter went up a notch.

"Liiiitle more."

When Adam pulled back just a tiny more, Chase's laughter increased in volume and intensity as he squirmed as much as he could in Adam's bear hug.

"You got it!" Tasha cheered.

"Hehey! I'm doing ihit!"

"Dohont encourage hihim!" Chase demanded.

"Why not?" Tasha gently squeezed the younger Davenport's chin. "It's adorable."

Chase gave Tasha a glare that lasted approximately two seconds before Adam moved to the other side of his neck to nuzzle in there. The younger Davenport broke back into loud laughter as tugged on his arms to get them out of his older brother's hold.

"Thihis ihis the coolest thihing eveher!" Adam replied when he finally pulled away.

"Not fohor mehe!" Chase whined.

Tasha grinned. "You know Adam, nuzzles just don't have to be used on someone's neck?"

"Tashaha," the younger Davenport warned.

In response, Adam hefted his younger brother up higher. "You mean I can use them anywhere?"

"Mh-hm." Tasha grinned. "One of my favorite spots to use it when Leo was a baby was riiiiight here!"

Chase shrieked when Tasha nuzzled her face into his stomach. "Tasha!"

The older woman tried to hold back a laugh as her own as she ended her quick attack with a raspberry.

When she pulled back, Chase sagged into his older brother's arms with a few residual giggles spilling out.

Just then, Tasha's phone rang. "Oh shoot! It's my Mom. I've got to take this."

As she made her up the stairs, Adam finally set Chase back down on the ground. "Well that was fuhun."

Chase gave his older brother a shove.

Suddenly, Eddie popped up on screen. "Aww, look at you two getting along. It's enough to make a security system cry. . . Naaaah."

"Very funny Eddie," Chase replied.

"Oo! You know what would be even cuter. If I sent a clip of what I just saw to Mr. Davenpooort!"

Adam whirled to the screen. "Do and I'll rip you out of the wall and fry your circutboards with my laser eyes."

"Eeh, worth it."

As soon as Eddie's screen went dark, both Davenport brothers turned to each other.

"If we get down to the lab right now, I can delete the video," Chase replied.

Adam took off. "Let's go."

Immediately, Chase followed.