#its w/e we have a game plan to deal with it

[master-gatherer]

I forgot to get my blood work done and my doctor appointments tomorrow and the lab where I need to get it done is closed because todaybor day is labor day and I'm also still dealing with sweaty boot rash but it's all whatever because when I was getting more bandages they also had plushy JoJo the jewel osco monsters and I'm not so sad anymore

There's some good left in this world mr frodo

[armysantiny]

-[minho; soft bf headcanon

P: Minho x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, headcanon | Inc: getting together, playful teasing/pranks, soft domesticity, waking up together, cooking together, nicknames, mention of a situation-ship, the members being fed up with the both you (affectionately), I wrote this for me/j | Wc: 718 | W: none i think| R: G

This headcanon is just me fulfilling my own delusions, let’s get that out of the way first/hj

Fun fact this was also written at work :D

Minho is very much an affectionate tease; he absolutely loves the playful little dynamic the both of you have got going on

Always feels like there’s an inside joke for just the two of you to share

If it’s not playful teasing, then it’s the softest domesticity in the world and I stand by this

Cuddling on the sofa after the two of you get home and wordlessly deciding on what to watch

Gentle touches on the small of your back when he walks past

Especially when you’re cooking together, and he needs to grab something from the cupboard

Waking up in the morning and the affection is just pouring out of his eyes

Yk what I mean

The lazy smiles, the quiet “g’morning” followed by “no, no, we can stay in a little bit longer”

All the while the cats are using your legs as cushions

And hey if the cats love you then that’s it, he’s planning the wedding/hj

There is not a day that goes by where your name is not on this man’s lips

Every day without fail he finds a way to mention you in conversations with his friends

The members already have to hear this man singing your praises day in and day out

In fact, it was likely Chan that encouraged him to approach you in the first place, Minho at first just very content to admire you from a distance

Not that he wasn’t confident that you’d like him  

But that he’s a very, very, busy man with his idol career

And he wouldn’t want to force you to have to deal with the second-hand stress that clearly comes with dating an idol

Cue a montage of him coming to befriend you and slowly worming his way into your heart

Before you know it you also have a crush on this man

And somehow becomes a situation-ship?? Don’t ask me I don’t make the rules, I just write these things

You’re visiting him during practice with drinks and snacks for everyone, engaging with the other members and they love you

All the more reason for Minho to fall further and further in love with you

You’re sweet, care for him and love being around the important people in his life?? Just what did he do to deserve you—

The whatever-it-is between you doesn’t get defined for a while, but you’re both content atm

Bixby play I Like It/j

One day he slips and calls you his lover, but he says it with the upmost conviction

The man means it, I tell you

When you find out, from one of the kids (who said that—) you tease him with a “we’re lovers now are we?”

Which is exactly the moment you understand why a shy Minho is an adorable Minho

“If, well- you know…I think it fits.”

“I do too.” And he pulls you into one of those tight hugs where you can feel his heartbeat and good lord it’s doing double time

If somehow, he wasn’t already doing it before, Minho is now calling you nothing else but every fond pet name under the sun that he associates with you

Uses some of the odder pet names when he wants to hear you snort with laughter

“Hey there, kitten,” and the two of you are snickering bc neither of you can take that one seriously

Your collective friend groups roll their eyes when the two of you team up to cause chaos

Casually pulling harmless pranks on everyone who’s game

Oh, and he holds your hand. All the time. Absolutely everywhere

His hand kinda just seeks yours out on its own sometimes lmao

There’s just something about that shared warmth every time that he loves

That and he thinks it’s cute when you drag him around to show him something when you’re out on a date

Makes a huge fuss out of being taken somewhere and yet he’s willingly looking up the directions and driving the car, admonishing you for even suggesting that he doesn’t have to.

Excuse me will you accept his acts of service or what?? Let him love you dammit/lh

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[muchmossymess]

GUYS okay hear me out majoras mask boat boys au

I love legend of zelda I love boat boys this is like the ultimate combination of my interests you cannot understand the brainrot. Idk what to call it yet tho... majoras minecraft? Anyway prepare for an essay

OKAY so we have the Hero of Time, Etho, who stopped ganons plans before they started, and would be stuck in a child's body if not for the fact I think that'd be a lil weird for the more shippy aspects of this au that all the running through time aged his soul and his body followed suit (he's still got a young appearance, and the mask doesn't make him look older like he thinks). Same reason he has the scar over his eye (from the ganon fight); no matter how much the body may heal or rewind the mind will not forget.

Then navi (maybe bdubs?) left him, and he went with epona (maybe bdubs instead? (eponas a horse iydk)) and he sets out on a journey aka the beginning of mm:

Wandering through the woods on epona, gets jumped by skull kid. For those unaware, there is skull kid, a lonely lil sweetheart, and he wears the mask, an entity on its own. He also has two fairies, siblings tael and tatl.

So I was a little unsure about this for a while, but I think I've decided on grian for the skull kid and Jimmy for tael, grian bc watchers and Jimmy bc skull kid is not very nice to tael (bc of the mask) and like a listeners reference or smth blah blah blah

TATL. that's who's interesting. At the beginning she gets separated from her friends and becomes your companion. So naturally for this au she is our favourite joel smallishbeans. It works so well. Tatl is mean but cares, and that's joels dynamic with the bad boys and with etho, guys it's literally perfect idc what you say

I think it doesn't change much throughout like the story of the game, but just taking dialogue tatl says to link and its so perfect for a sassy joel to a "can't believe I'm dealing with this shit again" etho. Uh one thing different though; in hylian form etho doesn't have an ocarina but instead a mini marimba. Just because. I think it's cool, and for potential things later on.

Now, fairies in this au are just tiny glowing people shaped things with wings. The glow around them is their magic, and depending on emotions/energy the brightness changes (thats why they look like flying balls of light). Some fairies have the ability to make projections of themselves, more hylian sized in nature. This can be intimidation or distraction or w/e, but they cant do it for long periods of time bc its exhausting. These forms aren't physical. Just sized up light projections of their actual bodies.

So for a lot of their journey, joel is just a cute pocket sized ball of rage and sarcasm, who helps with ethos aim for fighting. Bc that's a game mechanic and also ethos like half blind. But like when joel calms down imagine him crawling into ethos hat and just dozing off. He can fit in the palm of your hand like guys it's so cute. But he is also capable of being worse than a mozzie

Oh probably a good point to put in what I imagine etho looks like. So it's typical link green (maybe a bit dampened?), weird pointy hat, short hair (white ofc), his shirt is more of a jacket with a fluffy cold weather collar, it's a bit too big for him but he knows he'll grow into it, he's all knobbly and thin (underfed a lil, boy was never taught how to care for himself beyond basic survival). His injured eye is red bc of ganon, and often gives him phantom pains. It can't be healed.

Anyway, at some point in their journey together, etho and joel learn a song that let's fairies have a larger physical form, no wings, sorta like the great fairies (who they learnt it from prolly). It isn't permanent, slowly draining ethos magic meter, the spell ends when you run out of magic. This is because I want them to actually be able to stand side by side or maybe hug, and also bc its hard to block a blow with your body when ur tennis ball sized.

Aaaaand, this ties back in with with marimba. What if ethos injured, or unconscious, and he obviously can't defend himself, so joel panics and plays the marimba in what he hopes is the right order to give himself a body. I imagine that being that small, you could not play an ocarina. And hey maybe joel carries etho away after that, and when the spell ends he has barely any light emitting from himself because he spent nearly all his magic (what he is made of) saving etho.

But this song isn't used much, because of its draining nature, and you can't really do any other magic things while it's going. So it's mostly just in the final fight (over and over) or tough moments or maybe joel wants to experience something like hoe hylians do. It's obviously inferior to how he experiences things as a fairy, of course, he's just curious thats all. He totally doesn't want etho to do it more.

Okay I think ill sorta stop here, I am NOT done, I will probably post some art I've done for this later lol, and I want help with who everyone else is (mumbo is the moon. You cannot stop me nor change my mind) with mcyts to npcs

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

🍕to find this later

Aita: i called the pizza my husband was eating nasty

For some context, this will seem random but it may factor into emotions right now

My husbands best friend just moved in with us 3 days ago

My mother in laws dog was diagnosed with cancer today, and will be put down tomorrow. Everyone is very heartbroken

We were in the car after getting some groceries and my husband mentioned he was thinking of picking up pizza since he knows no one has eaten much today and definitely wont feel like cooking

I dont like pizza much, i especially dont like little caesers, im very very open about this and always have been. If im ever given a choice i never choose little caesers, but if i am hungry enough ill eat a slice or two.

We all have really dark senses of humor and often poke fun of each other and of each other's interests and laugh it off no big deal. We do this daily

So I'm sitting in the bedroom playing games, my husband and his best friend are hanging out in the living room. My husband comes over to the bedroom and says hey Im going to pick up pizza Ill be right back

Time passes and the pizza comes and everyone goes and sits at the dining room table to eat. Theres three boxes, two different types of pizza, my husbands favorite, stuffed crust, and my usual favorite thin crust. Everyones talking and I don't remember exactly what was said but my husband mentions something about thin crust my favorite or something like that. I say something like "actually with little ceasers i prefer the normal pizza the thin crust doesnt have much sauce and i like the sauce". I finish eating and get on to my handheld console and keep playing my game, half paying attention to the conversation. At some point, I honestly don't remember at all what I said or what was being said, but I remember vaguely my husband saying the box they got is "normal pizza" and i said no its not his is stuffed crust which is nasty. I was being playful, i dont like pizza to begin with, i like the crust even less, and stuffed crust just really really isnt my thing.

A few minutes later i notice my phone has a notification, i look to see a text from my husband saying I was being rude because his friend paid for the food.

I was at first extremely confused, was me playing games at the table rude? They were using their phones while eating and talking so i didnt think so. Was it because i said i didnt like the thin crust? At this point i genuinely dont remember saying the stuffed crust is nasty and dont understand what i did wrong. I text him back asking what he was talking about and he says that i called the food nasty. I thought about it and vaguely recall saying it Playfully but again i was paying attention to my game and not so much to what was being said so i dont even remember for sure.

I got really upset and kind of mad, I had just been joking and i never say ugly things to people ever so it hurt that he assumed i ment the worst.

Even then there had been absolutely no way for me to know his friend bought it. He told me he was thinking of buying pizza then he said he was going to pick it up. Plus it happened to be my and his favorite pizzas so it seemed like he picked them. I had been in a different room there was no way i could of known what they planned or who paid or anything.

Plus whenever he buys or cooks food i always tell him his is gross or nasty or w/e Playfully. And he calls my food gross too. We joke like this all the time.

And even still, weve been together for three years and weve known each other longer than that. He knows i dont like pizza. He knows i dont like crusts. Its not a strange thing for me to be vocal about it. In faxt itd be strange if i didnt because like ive mentioned we Always poke fun of each other's foods and of each other.

And maybe this is just a me thing but. I dont feel like its rude to call something like little caesers nasty, especially around people who know i dont like it? Itd be one thing if it was a strangers cooking id say something polite like "i dont think its for me" or just say it was good if i wont see them again. Or if i was at someone's house and they bought pizza for everyone. But for all intents and purposes it seemed like my husband bought it and, i cant stress enough how normal it is for us to pick fun at each others foods. He makes fun of my subway order all the time. I always call little caesers gross.

I dont know if feelings are just tense because the beloved family pet passed

Or if he's feeling extra defensive of his friend since he just barely moved in

Or if im in the wrong entirely for being upset and it actually is highly rude of me. Though. I genuinely dont understand since we make fun of each others food all the time. So if i am the asshole can people please try to explain why because i genuinely dont understand what made this different to him saying the black olives on my subway are gross. Or me normally saying little caesers is gross. Like i really dont get whats different so id really appreciate an explanation

What are these acronyms?

[noxiatoxia]

OKWY here is the plan: I AM NOT KILLING MYSELF though that would be kind of #epic it would also be a waste cuzzz like im gonna die 1 day and well to speed it up its like? ok...i could do drugs at least b4 i die like thats just quitting the game before u get to the good part homie. SO HERE IS DA MASTER PLAN:

i am not going to GIVE A SWAG! i will continue to mingle with da humans as i have been doing....if something sucks HIT DA BRICKS! accepting&learning that if people think im crazy and weird Well i am not one of them so it is Bound to happen. i see other people online feel the same as me and it makes me feel better to know there are others who were not meant to be born out there, i think we should form a club or something. the CON to my plan is i dunno how to get rid of my human-socialized feelings but i will work on it....... i think reading aloud its funny saying im not human or w/e it makes me feel like a kinnie larping on miiverse remember that. but i dont mean it in like a , im dragonkin way or w/e. i just mean i do not belong hereeee idek what i am but i am certainly not a human in soul. body yes. i need to unlearn the idea i am human so these socialized emotions of being an outsider do not hurt so much. it only hurts from the perspective of bein human bc not to connect with the pack sucks but like i AM an outsider so it makes sense, i should not feel bad abt this and i will do my darndest to learn that. my family LOVES ME like they love the pet dog, i am their little thing. they adopted my soul and loved me enough to pretend i am one of them and for that i find them very kind. same 2 all my friends.....whether or not they can tell i do not belong or not....like people make friends with ROCKS i think a human with an incorrect soul is objectively a more normal type of friend to have.

yessir. so. if anyone out there also is not human and has tips about coping with that fact/coming to terms lmk bc i dont know where to start and speeding shit up would be great 🙄 dunno how to deal with the whole creature/crazy/weird thing cuz like even if i AM crazy or weird or w/e being called that is like. derogatory. y'know like calling a woman a cunt like they may have a vagina but thats still NOT NICE TO SAY !?!? but as they say.....haters gonna hate.... much like how the homophobes do not like the Gays i dont believe every human is gonna like me on account of being Not human.

[bridgyrose]

One-shot idea: Ruby encounters a succubus, which ends with her getting turned into a succubus herself.

(Did a different take for this one)

Ruby sighed as she walked down the street of Mistral, nearly kicking herself for messing up on her last mission. Rumors of a grimm turned into rumors of a demon that lurked the night, but no matter how hard she searched, there didnt seem to be any answers she could gather. The only grimm she managed to find was nothing more than a pack of beowolves, and the “demon” she was after almost seemed to disappear before it could be found. Though, she was sure the demon was nothing more than a rogue huntsman killing to make a living. 

“I dont see you in these parts much, Red.” 

“Not now, Emerald,” Ruby said as she turned around to face the ex-thief. “I’ve had a bad day, and I just want to relax.” 

Emerald smiled a bit and took Ruby’s hand. “I know a few ways you could relax. We can go back to my place-” 

“And I’m not interested.” Ruby pulled away from Emerald and pulled out her scroll, looking over the mission report she had been writing, pausing in her step. She was still not ready to turn it in, and after the mess of a mission, she still wasnt sure what she was going to write. “But… it would give me a bit of time to try to figure out what to tell Goodwitch.” “You wont regret it!” 

Something tells me that I will, Ruby thought to herself as she followed Emerald down the street, watching her carefully. She trusted Emerald, but she still wanted to be careful around her. Though, knowing Emerald, a night to relax with her was going to be a night of mindless video games and movies with Mercury, or trying to be convinced to steal. Either of which sounded better than dealing with her report. 

“Hope you dont mind that Merc wont be around tonight,” Emerald said, looking back at Ruby. “Said something about a job that he wanted to do.” 

“You know I’m going to have to try to stop him, right?” 

“If you can find him, but I think you’ll find that you’ll be too busy to care.” 

Ruby looked at her curiously, but didnt press for any answers, trying to put what she heard about Mercury out of her mind. A night to relax, to put off anything to do with her report, and forget about the failure of a mission she was sent on. All too tempting to pass up.

She walked into the small apartment after Emerald motioned her in, sitting down on the couch with a heavy sigh. “Alright, so what’s the plan for tonight? And dont say looting. Just because we’re friends doesnt mean I wont arrest you.” 

Emerald sat down next to her with a grin. “Oh, its nothing like that. Just something to… kill the time. And to fulfill your desires.” 

“What exactly is that supposed to-” Ruby stopped, blushing as she watched Emerald change into Blake, slowly stripping her clothes. A pink tattoo of a heart just above her groin started to glow softly. “W-what are you doing?” 

“Getting myself comfortable for you,” Emerald said as she leaned into Ruby, stopping just a few centimeters away from her. “Or would you prefer, someone else?” 

Ruby blushed harder as she watched Emerald shift in front of her with her, changing into Penny. “I-I… I dont understand. I thought we were just going to relax.” 

“And we are. Afterall, there isnt a better way to relax.” 

Ruby felt Emerald put a hand on her cheek to turn her head to face her. Just before she could argue, she felt Emerald press her lips against hers. A soft moan escaped her lips as Emerald broke the kiss, not sure what came over her. Her cheeks burned as her blushed deepend, her body already starting to beg for more as Emerald started to strip her. Her breath hitched as Emerald gently groped her, her voice trembling. “E-Emerald.” 

Emerald placed a finger on Ruby’s lips, smiling softly as her red eyes started to glow a faint pink with her tattoo. “All you need to do is relax and let me do all the work. That’s what you wanted, wasnt it?” 

Ruby softly nodded as she felt Emerald kiss her neck, slowly working her way down her body. All she could see was Penny in front of her, one of the lost loves of her lives, working her way down her body and giving her pleasure that she had only dreamed of. The softness of her touch, the gentle kisses that peppered her, It was all better than she had imagined. Another gasp left her lips as she felt a finger enter into her, her legs spreading, quietly begging for more. 

Moans started to leave her lips as she felt Emerald pump her fingers into her, watching as the image of Penny faded and leaving Emerald staring up at her. Ruby leaned back and closed her eyes, letting Emerald continue working her as pleasure started to build. Just as she was ready to cum, the pleasure left her, piece by piece as if it was being pulled away like a thread. Opening her eyes again took effort as every last bit of strength felt like it was pulled away with her “What… what are you… doing?” Ruby struggled to ask. 

“I told you to let me do all the work,” Emerald answered as she licked her lips, moving up Ruby’s body once more. “All you have to do is relax.” 

Ruby wanted to argue, but her words were lost as she felt Emerald kiss her once more. Her eyes closed as she nearly drifted off to sleep, unable to fight to keep awake. The next thing she felt was pain running through her body as what felt like fire ran through her. She struggled to move, her body weak. Another gasp left her lips as she felt a brush move just above her groin, and then she felt Emerald press a finger to her lips. 

“I’m glad you’re awake,” Emerald said, moving the brush to her navel. “I’m almost finished.” 

Ruby tried to move her arms as she felt the brush around her navel, ribbon like strands of magic starting to run up her arms, restraining her. She winced as what felt like fire ran through her body as the heart marking on her started to glow as Emerald finished a pentagram around her navel. The fire then died down into a hunger as the ribbons wrapped around her arms and legs started to tattoo themselves onto her skin. The pink glow of her tattoos died down and she gasped as the new sensations took over. 

Emerald gently stroked her cheek and grinned. “Now we can have real fun.” 

Ruby sat up and panted as she felt a strange hunger run through her, rubbing her thighs together. “What… What did you do to me?” 

“I made you better. Come with me and I’ll make sure you’re relaxed.” 

Ruby felt herself get pulled by Emerald, her mind still fuzzy with everything she felt. She didnt realize they had left the apartment, her senses on overdrive as she walked through the streets. She pulled away from Emerald as she started to follow a couple, smelling the lust off them. She licked her lips as her silver eyes started to glow a soft pink, almost unnoticeable in the night. A smile crossed her lips as she caught up to them, licking her lips as she could almost taste the desire. “Would you two be open to a third?” 

The boyfriend turned around and looked Ruby over, smiling at the offer. “I think we’d be open.” 

Ruby smiled and walked over to the couple, feeling her hunger start to overtake her as she took the girlfriend’s arm. “Then I hope I can show you a good time.”

[duckbang]

OwO what’s this about Alain having an Abra?

Can't sleep so might as well.

There's some au stuff involved, but I'll keep that explanation quick. Basically, I have this au called the ness and tal au, where Alain has Xerneas(Ness) and yveltal (Tal) as siblings (more info here but you don'treally need to know all that to understand this). They're extremely chaotic and i love them

So Alain starts travelling, right. And at some point very early into their journey they run into an abra. Ness and Tal help catch the abra because abras can teleport and that's convenient. The abra is named Ara.

And Ara is a complete theatre kid. His personality can be summed up as "nothing is worth doing if you can't show off while doing it". He wants the glory. He's gonna go the whole nine yards even to do something mundane.

He also has a mega alakazamite. Just, on him. The trio is excited about that, obviously. Its a mega stone! That's what they set out to search for!

Escept the abra isn't letting them take it so- whoops, gonna deal with that later i guess

Ara loves battling. Ara wants to evolve to be stronger, too. But he doesn't want to just evolve. Because simply evolving isn't good enough. Not for him. Its got to be in style.

Alright then.

They battle train him on and off - tms and stuff, charmander evolves into charmeleon, canon, tsme, yada yada yada you know the general stuff. At some point Ara has to switch the mega stone for an everstone so he doesn't accidentally evolve (we're going to run on the assumption that lysandre doesnt know/care about the alakazamite because its more convenient that way)(same goes for the legendaries or you can assume they start keeping their distance or w/e)

So... yeah. Canon's happening. We make it to the league. The lumiose conference! A competition among the strongest trainers in the region!

You know what's a glorious thing to do?

Win the league

You know what's an even more glorious thing to do?

Evolve while winning the league.

And so. SO. THE PLAN BEGINS

Most of the league goes the same way. Alain just sweeps with charizard or metagross. Until the finals. The finals. The biggest battle of them all.

Ash sends out pikachu.

Alain sends out an abra.

Now, of course, this has to be a joke, right. An abra. In league finals.

Okay whatever we can win this but the abra lands a few psychics and its evolving?? Oh shit- and you know what! Kadabra's dex entry says that its psychic powers can give those around it headaches and a headache is definitely not good for battles so now obviously ashs team gets the headaches

I'm not entirely too sure how the battle itself goes. Either we have a lot of switching or a complete arasweep so by the end of it ara is an alakazam (this is the ONLY reason why its the ness and tal au. Ness messed around a little and gave him a little energy boost so he'd be able to evolve without trade)(sidenote, if we do switching, there is 100% going to be a scene where charizard is absolutely gettin beat down but alain doesnt mega evolve her and she FAINTS AND WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON-)

In any case. The final matchup is Ara the newly evolved alakazam vs ash's super cool greninja! And considering the only moves ara has used so far are psychic and protect, and is extremely weak because of the damage he has taken, it should b an easy win for greninja.

Right?

But Ara isn't done yet. He's going to go the whole ten yards. He has his megastone.

Alain whips out his keystone and its mega evolution time baby

(This also checks out. All lysandre wants is the meg evolution energy. The source doesn't matter)

So now its Ara the mega alakazam vs ash's super cool ash-greninja

:3

And you know how ara has used only two moves so far and is extremely low on health

:33

He knows reversal (they can get it in gen6 by transfer from another gen which, by anime logic, is completely fair game)

And this is the only part of the battle for which I've actually run a damage calc, and yes, at low enough health its a guaranteed ohko

So

Arasweep!

He's very silly, you know?

EDIT i forgot to add. Yes the general public is very confused because alakazam are a trade evo. Yes alain is asked abouf that. No he only evil grins and ignores the question. Yes diantha and sycamore figure it out and find it funny. Yes ash is EXTREMELY confused and may end up having a self doubt arc akin to snowbelle city- but we're not dealing with THAT today

[pheonyxian]

Baldur's Gate 3 Sexless Any% Part 3

I think some of my mutuals are using this as an actual way of knowing what BG3 is actually about so I figured I'd use this edition to talk about the plot and npcs a bit. Might slow down or stop these at some point? I thought the original premise was funny but I don't know if it's liveblog an entire 100 hour game funny. Regardless feel free to block the tag I'm adding if you don't want to hear any future rambles. Do love/hate it when a game I didn't intend to like so much gets its grubby mind flayer tentacles wrapped around my brain so hard.

The OC PC: RPing through the game as my OC Ank. I wasn't sure if picking an oc with strong psychic powers would rub against the mind flayer plot but so far it's been a perfect choice. Ank is traditionally a villain but I'm not playing a villain for my first play through, so it's been fun to rp him in a scenario where he's g o o d and his life didn't take a turn for the worse. He's also traditionally blind, but obviously the game isn't set up for that. I was originally just imagining cutscenes playing out differently if sight was involved, but maybe it'll be more interesting to consider him in a pre-blinded state. I'm sure certain repeated actions in the ocular region won't have any u n f o r t u n a t e effects.

Mind Flayers: The setup for the plot is that mind flayers have infected you (and your companions, and a large number of npcs) with mind flayer parasites and you have to remove them before you turn into fully grown mind flayers. Except for some reason you haven't turned yet and you get cool psychic powers with them.

The Guardian: In addition to making your own character at start, you also can character create your "guardian." Everyone I know just hits the randomize button because they've already spent an hour fussing over every detail of their character, but I knew this was coming and already planned my guardian out. And uh, like I said, Ank's traditionally a villain and the only guardian-like character he's ever had is uh... I'm going to be honest with you, if the guardian turns out to be the big bad of the game that's going to be funny as all fuck. I'm sure there's very little chance of that though, it's not like there's anything evil about telling you to s h o v e w o r m s i n t o y o u r s k u l l.

Withers: Withers is more of a mechanic than a character. I do want to know his story though. He's an undead or lich or something who will revive dead characters (for a cost) hire generic undead companions (for a cost, I guess if you want to resign your poor companion's unfortunate fate) and change your cast (for the same cost as undead friends.) I guess money still has use in the afterlife. I haven't had to use his services yet but I've had a lot of close calls and dwindling Revivify scrolls so it's only a matter of time.

Volo: Just Gale but a bard. Not a playable character Bard mind you. At least not yet. I don't know what his deal is. He offered to extract the mind flayer parasites with a pair of needles which I almost agreed to to see if he'd actually poke Ank's eye out.

And updates on companion stories:

Shadowheart: Decided that after a week of traveling and nearly dying together it was appropriate to breach topics again. Pretty sure the game expected me to ask these immediately once the option was available but like I said, we respect boundaries in this house. Anyway, Shadowheart's a cleric of Shar, who by context I'm assuming is bad. The way she put her worship didn't sound that bad, about embracing the darkness as a way of stripping falsehoods, right up until she started talking about toppling governments and killing innocents, so I'm keeping her at a 2/10 for being batshit insane.

Also her magical artifact is required for keeping me alive and she stole it and do we really want the e v i l cleric to have that kind of p o w e r over M E?

Lae'zel: Lae'zel sits at the very strange crossroad of honorable and completely ruthless. She's totally fine with killing your enemies but you have to do it the right way, and b r a i n w o r m s isn't the right way. I'd say the right way is whatever works. 7/10

Gale: All of my attempts to pry into Gale's backstory (boundaries? what boundaries?) were foiled by poor dice rolls so no updates on his dark and traumatic past. I did give him two magical artifacts to slurp up because he looked like he was going to die of heat stroke at camp. I've been avoiding spoilers but I had heard that it's hilariously difficult to not accidentally romance Gale due to a bug, and the fact that you can start his romance path without realizing it. Thankfully Ank is smart enough to realize that when you cast spells together that makes the air smell like rosewater it's time to high tail it out of there. 2/10 as smooth as a slip n' slide.

That said, I don't know if it's been patched yet, but according to the internet there's like a 50/50 chance the game thinks we've already banged. Tbd on that one. Sexless any% is slowly turning into Oops! Fucked Everyone thanks purely on technicalities.

Astarion: Based on the way people talk about him I genuinely thought the pompous personality was just a facade and that he'll eventually tip his hand and reveal he's been evil this entire time. But honestly based the bits of backstory he's (refreshingly, compared to the rest of these idiots) given out I think he's just the guy who, once given the keys to power, will drive right off sanity road. Regardless, he used to serve an abusive vampire lord so I guess we're going vampire hunting in the future. 10/10 bad influence gay best friend who tells you to chug and shove parasites up your eyes.

Wyll: Wyll is a warlock who serves a fiend that forces him to hunt down and kill demons, which sounds like a fine deal until some tricky wordplay came in. After refusing to kill Karlach (Tiefling, not demon) his patron changed him into a Tiefling too. Honestly? Upgrade. 6/10 nice guy but surrounded by more colorful characters.

Karlach: Ok here’s why Karlach is a 10/10 character even without taking sex appeal into consideration. She’s a Tiefling who served in some demonic war against her will and had her heart replaced with an infernal engine that constantly burns her and anyone she touches with searing hot pain. Despite this she has constant big sister energy and her biggest complaint is how touch starved she is. I don’t even care if it comes bundled with a sex scene, Karlach is getting a goddamn hug before the credits roll.

[clairethecutepup]

Chaotic Quintet: 'Nights' of Chaos (Ch. 3)

Chapter Synopsis:

The Kanker Sisters seem to be handling the goats fine enough, as is everyone else with the rest of the Chaotic Quintet-- even if not the smoothest start, in some cases more than others. However, nothing can ever be too easy-- especially when someone else appears in the quintet’s drunken visions! Unlike the rest of Claire’s group, this big guy isn't about “harmlessly” recreating the FNAF games…

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If you're interested in reading elsewhere (and keeping track of the story), here are the links; if you're interested in reading here, click "keep reading"!

https://www.deviantart.com/clairevlcek/art/1123430455

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58869547

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59122021/chapters/154866244

Chapter Title: The ‘Night’s’ Finally Over… Right?

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"Okay, girls..." Lee stands up from the hoofprints, "Looks like we got us a couple of horned kids to deal with..."

"Gee, this'll be fun..." Marie rolls her eyes, "We get stuck with ol' Teenage Angst and that crazy little creep..."

"Aww, they're not so bad..." May shrugs, "Big Ed and Alexis always seem to get along, it's so sweet."

"Yeah..." Marie looks at her, eyebrow raised, "Notice how you said YOUR MAN and said nothing about ol' Sarah Jr."

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Or, his symbol: Seve sways and stumbles about, before the young buck tugs on Lee's jacket.

"Well, look who it is..." She stares at him, "You gonna make things easy then?"

"Hey, who the heck are you...?"

"Part of the bunch who's taking you back home, your only choices on that being: 'Do we wanna go back in nets or body bags?' We know how you maniacs get, and I’M at least planning to give back any trouble you cause us and then some!"

"A b-bunch...? Ya mean, like more 'anima-animatronics'...?"

"Anima-whats?"

"I think he's talking about those machines that you see at Chuck E. Cheese and stuff," Marie shrugs, "or whatever someone drunk would yap about.”

“We’ll be whatever it takes to get you all back home,” Lee huffs, “So, are we gonna make it easy or what?”

“I’m on a ceiling…!”

Yes, Alexis truly was: she hung from the top of her upside down feet, giggling at everyone below her broken ceiling light. 

“Yeah, and you’re probably gonna bring it down in the next three seconds, huh?” Marie huffs, “I got this…”

She throws her net, colliding its head with Alexis’ and knocking the doe onto the ground.

“Huh, she went down easier than I thought…” Marie smirks, then frowns as the other stands, “Wait, nevermind…”

“Great idea…!” Alexis giggles, “We can catch Claire in this, then put her in a suit!"

"Nice goin', Marie," Lee growls, "you just gave one of 'em a weapon..."

Even Alexis holding a marshmallow instead would be concerning enough, nevermind something she could actually whack someone with or easily turn into a burning torch.

"Y-Yeah, we can net her...!" Seve agrees, "Uh, but where is she?"

"... Say, did you see her, fellow animatronics...?" Alexis points at the Kankers, "I-It should've been easy, when you each have three heads 'cause you only got one body..."

In Alexis' and Seve's warping visions, the Kanker Sisters stood together as some quadrupedal fox-spider of three heads. As for the sisters themselves, they clearly saw each other normally and thus stared at the goats: Marie raised an eyebrow, May scratched her head, and Lee's furrow brow remained hidden under her hair.

"... Yeah, we DID see Fido," Lee smirks, "In fact, she bolted from the joint. Right, girls?"

May and Marie look at each other, catching on, then agree and nod.

"I knew there's a reason we only found a dalmation!" Alexis gasps, "Seve, w-we gotta get out there...!"

“Yeah, you guys gotta hurry!” May takes either’s hoof, “She’s, uh… about to take a bus out of here, back at the Cul-De-Sac!”

“Why that little…!” Seve slightly falls back, shaking a fist, “Teach her to p-pull a fast one…!”

“Don’t worry, I made it easier to get her…” Alexis holds up her now-flaming net, “I increased v-visibility, and w-we can still catch her in it…!”

“Oh, no ya don’t!” Lee snatches it and stomps it out, “Last thing we need’s you two lighting the whole place up!”

“Who wants to bet she’s not even carrying a lighter…?” Marie points at the doe, then shrugs with that hand, “Might wanna rely on more than just your boots, Lee…”

“Trust me, Marie, I ain’t taking any chances… May, hold onto the entirety of ‘em, I don’t trust those two to just walk right now.”

May then lifts a kid underneath either arm, while either side has a sister close by and watching the specific goat. Unfortunately, a change of location will only increase personal devastation, when Tweedle-TNT and Tweedle-Plunge’ inevitably explode with each other’s help… Perhaps with a fiery literalness, even.

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The Eds travel through their portion of the building: Eddy and Double Dee keep their backs together and nets ready, while Ed walks alongside them and just holds his net to the side.

“Sarah, oh, Sarah…!” Ed cried, “Big Brother is here to take you home, along with everyone else who threatens to destroy the neighborhood more than we! Those little dickens…”

“It truly does feel like karma indeed, sometimes…” Double Dee sighs, “All that’s missing is the additional charge of a quarter beforehand…”

“Oh please, it ain’t like we were ever THIS bad!” Eddy huffs, “Most of the stuff we messed up was mostly ED, anyway…”

The mentioned man sniffles and wipes a tear away, a smile upon his face.

“Like big brother, like baby sister… I am so proud.”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s a real chip off the ol’ lump…” Eddy rolls his eyes, “‘Cause that’s just our luck, ain’t it? And when she’s not outdoing the ‘master’ herself, she’s got a whole army to help make everyone miserable…”

“Out of the way, fatheads…!” Sarah pushes past Eddy and Double Dee, “We’re looking for Claire… So, quit blocking our way…”

“I don’t see the slippery rascal down here, Sarah…” Jimmy’s masked head is (somehow) in a floor vent, “I’m afraid I don’t feel much breathable air down here, either…”

“Hi, Sarah!” Ed waves, “Hi, Baby-Brother-Adopted-By-Law!”

Double Dee comments, “Well, that was easy…”

“Don’t jinx it, Sockhead…” Eddy looks from him to Sarah, “Look, Frogmouth, do us all a favor and just knock off whatever’s goin’ on THIS time…” he scans the Freddy Fazbear head on her, “... Not sure I wanna know what, though… But do I ever?”

“Please listen to Eddy, Sarah…” Double Dee places a hand onto her shoulder, “Although it’s too late to entirely prevent any standard chaos, we can at least keep it to just that poor pizza establishment…”

“No, we’re messing with Claire, and that’s final…!” Sarah yanks her shoulder away, “And if you’re not gonna get out of the way, you’re gonna help make it possible…! Now, go on, s-scram and find her…”

She grabs Eddy.

“Hey, put me down, ya--!!”

Sarah chucks him into the opposing wall, making a large ceiling tile fall and crush Jimmy.

“Sarah, I officially have no air…!!”

“Suck it up, buttercup…” Sarah huffs, “You’ve got a Claire to find…” she points at the Ed Trio, “So do you guys, so quit just lookin’ the part and act it…”

In her and Jimmy’s intoxicated eyes: Eddy is a weasel, Double Dee is leopard gecko (or a “lizardman”), and Ed is a gerbil. The “weasel” then pushes himself free, leaving the wall and landing on Jimmy next. Unfortunately for the man in the Bonnie mask, Eddy’s fine with standing there for a bit…

Jimmy wheezes, “Sarah… DYING….”

“I’m about to ‘act’ out a game of Whack-A-Mole,” Eddy pats the net into his palm, “if you’re not gonna come quietly…!”

“You’re not hitting moles,” Sarah snarls, “you’re finding Claires!”

“Oh, we’ll find her, alright!” Eddy presses his face against hers, “While YOU guys are goin’ back to the Cul-De-Sac, before ya REALLY get into trouble!”

“There’s no suits to stuff her in, back there!”

“Just go back, before YOU get ‘stuffed’ into a body cast yourself! Trust me, Sarah, no one’s worried about holding back with an OVERGROWN frog-mouthed brat!”

Ed lifts Sarah up and away, worry on his face; while Double Dee slides in front of Eddy and holds his arms out.

“Now, now, peaceful resolutions are always possible…!” the second man assures Eddy, “Perhaps we simply need to tell them that we ‘saw’ Claire back in our very Cul-De-Sac, as we made our way here…?”

Eddy perks up at the idea.

“... Say, you’re right, Double Dee… Could’ve sworn I actually saw the half-pint strolling outta here and making her way back to their house…”

“Wait, she left…?!” Sarah growls, “Why that… that cheater! Jimmy, get up, we’re hunting a cheater now…”

Jimmy was likely dead now, from oxygen deprivation and having whatever remaining amount be crushed out of him. Then again, if falling TREES couldn’t kill the man as a young boy… Ed sat Sarah on his shoulders; while Double Dee and Eddy put either of Jimmy’s arms around their shoulders, supporting the foot-dragger between them.

“March, gerbil…!” Sarah points ahead, “I want that cheater in a suit yesterday…!!”

Before Ed can take a single step forward, Rolf crashes through the nearby wall: he pounced onto Claire, as she tried to make a turn in the ventilation system, and shoved her through metal and plaster. Of course, since Eddy and Double Dee held Jimmy, the accident-prone man shared the misfortune of getting crushed underneath debris. Claire repeatedly smacked her tablet against the son-of-a-shepherd-turned-shepherd’s head, though he remained unfazed.

“The miserable hunt has come to an end, She-Of-The-Dog’s-Ancestry!” Rolf lifts her by the literal collar, “Surrender yourself to the detainment awaiting your tomfoolery’s drunkenness, lest Rolf unleash his full wrath upon your miserable soul!”

Rolf raises his brow, as Claire stops her device-related assault. Was she actually surrendering? … No, she needed to press the “button” onscreen that rewinds the music box. She still needed to ensure “Music Mike,” or however Garbage Grump called him, didn’t go on a rampage of sorts… especially when Music Mike hates those who are the least bit canine. With the box fully wound, Claire decided to try swiping a paw across Rolf’s face instead. Honestly, nothing too different from what a farmer faces when defending against his livestock’s predators, despite his pause in reaction. When he DOES react: Claire is gripped by the tail, repeatedly slammed onto the ground. The tablet goes flying from Claire’s grip-- smacking Kevin in the face when his group finally enters the room, thus knocking him onto the ground. Jonny finally managed to snap out of his bitten hand’s pain prior, allowing him and Nazz to position Kevin in between them for optimal face-assault.

“Ow… What the heck…?” Kevin sits up and pulls the thing off, “... Hey, I thought I lost this thing. How’d you guys find it?”

Eddy, Double Dee and Jimmy then pop out from the debris pile.

“Sarah, look,” Jimmy points, “so many allies to finally help out with Claire. But first, we must get back to the Cul-De-Sac…”

Claire keeps a tight grip on her panda head, eager to hide herself from the duo it actually worked on. She also gets Eddy's attention, as he approaches.

“Hey, is that my old ‘Panda Eddy’ hat; where the heck did you get that…?” he struggles to pull it off, “Come on, the rest of your pals are already causin’ enough trouble in these stupid animal heads, last thing we need’s YOU joinin’ in!”

Eddy finally pops it off her, with Sarah and Jimmy taking immediate notice.

“Jimmy, she’s over there…!!”

“Deceiver; that is no dalmation…!!”

No “dalmation” indeed, but “DAMNATION” was arguably more accurate, thanks to Eddy dooming Claire… Sarah leaps from Ed’s shoulders and tackles the wolf-girl, thus Rolf by extension, crashing them into the debris pile. Double Dee and Rolf go flying away, along with the drywall pieces; leaving Sarah to sit on Jimmy’s back and hold Claire by the collar.

“Ha, got’cha!” Sarah presses a finger into her nose, “Now you’re goin’ into a suit for sure…!!”

“I’M going into a body cast for sure,” Jimmy adds, raising his index finger, “but it’s all worth it for fun shenanigans…”

Well, it might not have worked out with Rolf, or the “animatronic sheepdog,” but a desperate pup always bites… and also scratches if they can. Claire goes from wolf to ravaging feline: she sends fabric, hair and mask components flying when she spins around the two. She always did make the ravagings by a younger Sarah instead seem more pleasant-- even when back then, a smaller Sarah’s jaws could crush metal. On the bright side, the “game” of recreating Fazbear Entertainment’s horror series was over for the man and woman, now that their masks were gone and they could no longer be “animatronics.”

“Darn it, Claire,” Sarah glares her scratched-up face toward her, “you ruined everything! You wait right there; until Jimmy and I get new costumes, so we can continue bringing your stupid game to life…!”

“Hey, that’s perfect,” Eddy pops up behind them, “‘cause we’ve got all sorts of costumes back at your place! So, why don’t we head on over; so you guys can not only get all dressed up again, but also rest up and have the energy to keep your stupid little ‘game’ going?”

Sarah and Jimmy just shrug.

“Okay…”

“Great, I’ll lead the way…” Eddy puts an arm around either, “While the rest of you guys lead the way for small, short and rabid over there…”

He motions a thumb to poor Claire, who’s on all fours and trembling. Double Dee sighs. Of course Eddy would saddle everyone else with the most vicious of the Chaotic Quintet-- despite Sarah and Seve also existing in it. Then again, ALEXIS is also in the group. … Look, just don’t touch the little puppy-girl over there, and that doe will only earn the appropriate “Lord-Help-Us-All” title through her more zany and scarily clever antics. At the very least, despite Claire’s arguably greatest lethality of the bunch, any little pup will relax with the proper kind touch and words--

“Time for Rolf to tame the savage beast!!”

Well, an experienced farmer pouncing onto and wrestling with an animal (or animal-kid) helps too…

“Rolf has fought wee baby coyotes with a mightier bite, Wolf-Girl!” Rolf headlocks her, “Be it defending his flock or how else the mighty shepherd must reign down his wrath upon foolish beasts, you shall face almighty defeat-- without even the mighty shoe!”

No one else knows what to do: they’re definitely afraid of the poor girl getting hurt, but they’re also afraid of themselves getting hurt by her. However, one bystander makes his presence known: he sticks his muppet head out from the nearby trash can, still wearing that security cap between his trumpet-like horns.

“Hey, security mutt!” Garbage Grump proclaims, “I thought I told ya to keep an eye on Music Mike! Thanks to you, he’s now allll cranky and is throwing quite the tantrum! … Although, now may be a good time to remind ya that Fazbear Entertainment isn’t responsible for injury nor death to people-- and ho boy, are YOU in for some ‘death and injury’ with that canine side of yours. Well, hasta la vista, I’m not sticking around to watch that traumatizing mess! … Emphasis on ‘mess’...”

As the purple puppet retracts into the can; it’s only Claire, Sarah and Jimmy who noticed his presence at all-- and it’s only THEM who seem to notice the foreboding stomps and figure approaching. A giant yeti-looking beast of clarinet horns, xylophone teeth, purely red eyes, and sharp guitar chip nails stands there: in the hallway, he breathes heavily and lets them stare horrifiedly at his black form, until he lets out a mighty roar and raises his arms. Garbage Grump then pops his head back out from the can.

“As you can see, I’M also the looker in our family. Have fun dying, especially YOU, mutt.”

He goes back in; as Sarah and Jimmy scream in terror, while Claire’s jaw drops and her ears droop atop her head.

“What?” Eddy looks at them, “What’s the problem all of a--?”

Claire manages to scramble free from Rolf’s grasp, while Sarah and Jimmy jump onto their quadrupedally running friend’s back as she passes.

“Sarah, I don’t care for the game right now…!”

“Claire, we’ll stop playing if you get us out of here…!!”

Now, hunting “animatronics” have become part of the hunted humans… However, it’s sure to become “hunted humans and goats,” assuming Seve and Alexis hadn’t finished themselves off (and the Cul-De-Sac they returned to) already…

[End Chapter]

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... Anyone else concerned that The Living Tombstone's 3rd FNAF song is about to become reality? Also, this is the beauty of crack fanfiction: you can have official characters mingle together, you can have your original characters mingle with them-- all in the name of good, chaotic fun! Now, who wants to bet they'll even have a Cul-De-Sac to hide in from Music Mike (who I now want to see in an actual Corn Kidz 64 game)?

[strawberryseeded]

i spent the weekend watching various horror movies in netflix (my moms accnt obvs) cos i was too lazy to pir/ate anything. i watched uuh.. konferensen 2023 (it was fine, it was a good time), split 2016 (p good imo tho the superhuman angle was kinda silly to me. but it was interesting. solid. ending was a bit unsatisfying tbh? and the msg quite confusing? like i geddit, empowered victims.. but the kidnapper ended up becoming a perpetrator too? and the fl didnt shoot him in that crucial moment AND they also didnt show what she ended up doing abt her uncle. idk if the plan was 2 make a sequel but it all ended up coming off as.. pretty lukewarm..), the stepfather 2009 (nice. rly straight foward w the premise tho not super focused w its message.. like it was abt family but it gave too much focus to the protags gf? which i thought was a bit juvenile like we get it they are teens in love now lets get back to the dude trying to murder the whole family please.. also i kept thinking the story wud have been fun from the mothers perspective as well.. oh and a bit more bg & development for the killer wud hv been stellar), monster 2023 (indonesian) (plot was p standard (rly reminded me of that free ice cream horror flash game) but i rly liked it visually! rly cool scenography!! it almost had no dialogue & that was rly refreshing and interesting. it really didnt need any), and today i watched longlegs 2024 w my sister (which i did pirat/e)..uuuuummm... ok SPOILERS for longlegs

i rly liked the way it was filmed n the photography. also the music/sound dsgn. the time setting was confusing as hell for me tho?? like idk im not usamerican but the story supossedly took place in the 2000s but it all looked like the 70s to me???? and there are big differences between the 2 eras its not like im THAT period blind. the only scene i thought oh yeah theres no way this is the 70s is a scene in which you can see computers in the bg but anyways. the movie.

it started off GREAT. very eerie.. i had no clue abt the plot or anything btw i went into it completely blind.. so i had no idea if the movie was going for a realistic angle or a more supernatural angle. it rly reminded me of it follows 2014 not bc the fl was played by the same actress (it was) but bc everything that was happening seemed not quite real. like a dream. i loved that..

so ok. its p clear from the beginning that something is p weird (supernatural weird) abt this whole thing. the fl makes my suspicions grow bc shes some sort pf psychic so i though ok the killer is def some kind of hypnotist. i was wrong tho, whatever. lets skip a lot of stuff. plot twist it was the devil all along. i felt kinda silly bc im usually p good/fast understanding movies (esp this type of movies) but i was so confused by the end of this.. i was like huh.. wait what do you mean the devil is real in this story. it was rly easy to catch onto that btw i was just still expecting a psychic weirdo killer angle idk maybe i liked that idea more deep down lol? but it wasnt so my sister was like dude are you serious the devil was right there in one scene and i was like what. she went back to that scene. the devil was right there. oh ok. wait then what about the scene in which the mother shoots the dolls head why did she do that if the deal wasnt over. and what about the surviving victim why did she kill herself after the ball was out of the dolls head. oh god i almost forgot what abt the chief(?)s (no ok i literally cnt remember either his name nor job title im so sorry. yanno lees boss) did not even ONCE say smt like "oh hey my daughter has the same age n bd date than all the other daughters from the victim families. thats peculiar. lets take some measures maybe?" like forget that last part, why wasnt this even BROUGHT UP. another ridiculous thing abt this was the "birthday party" lee was invited to if thats even what you can call it.. most of the movie i was waiting for an actual party, with lots of people (STAKES, yknow?) but lee was literally the only person invited apparently?? what was up w that. also why didnt the fl shoot the dolls head at the bd party in the first place why did she wait until the dad started killing ppl. also the deal was supposed to end with the 13th victim i think so why did the mother say she will keep killing. me & my sister concluded well idk lets sleep on it i guess. yeah.

overall enjoyable and interesting, but i feel like the plot-twist reveal and the ending were a bit idk rushed?? like ill be quite honest i didnt feel anything abt the mother being the accomplice???? it was good in concept but was a bit lacking in execution.. like. why shud i even care.

[silvermuffins]

Pokmon Scarlt Livblog! Part...6?

My laptop's E key has did mostly so I'm gonna copypast th ltter in as neeeeded but pardon if i miss any

IM IN WATeR CITY

i think i explored everything? so it's gym test "hike through the desert" time, yeah?

oh this copypaste thing may not work im neveer gonna rmmbr plase ky just work

anyway off into sand i go

Silicobra! You'll be Marvin Rufflet is Coby.

oh thank god i found a way to hit my e key where it works consistently

Stonjourner! You're Amazon bc you're all boxes. Feerv the Cacnea.

TUMBLWEEED? Bramblin??? Pooki.

ARVEN'S CALLING. I forgot there's a Titan here....but I have gyms to tackle first.... Oooh I think I found a scarab? Rellor? You're Rab.

I'm on a cliff up high above a plain and I love that they put in an animation to look like wind's blowing through the grass like a ghibli moviOOH LARVESTA you're Bemi.

Oooh, grass tera Sandygast! I'll take it. If I can ever whittle down the damn thing. Its name will be Divit.

also can i just take have a second to scree. the person who inspired me to start liveblogging stuff bc they liveblogged a game i love and it was really funny and i go reread it when im sad. is back on tumblr. and also following now. aaaa??? holy shit. im never gonna be that entertaining but i hope i bring someone joy.

Oh neveermind on Divit it used curse. after i broke its tera.

man i wish the big smile expressions on characters didn't open their mouths so wide. it's not THAT common an expression and just looks weird as a static facee people make

Girafarig! You'r Racecar. Meowth doesn't get a regional form this gen, aww. I'll name you Kunker.

hck it let's try a tera raid....oh this is neat and simple and fun and this flying Pinco will be Divit. Hy, Fidget is evolving! Okay tim to swap Lokix out forrrr....Koris. Get a fire type in here. OH, Now Daya is evolving! AAAAAAA time to see! Quaquaval! Holy shit. Holy shit I love him. Look at him, he's fabulous.

Shellder! Gryt. Arrokuda! Shwing. Pincurchin! Yoach.

i am once again shit at putting a sammich together, though i have yet to have a total flop...man evry pokmon on this beach is so aggro.

I hav arrivd in Porto Marinada! doodedoo explorin'

vaultin' veluza! Who are you? Hugo? You're gonna REGRET EVERYTHING

the fuck are thy auctioning that i had to run all th way out here...seaweed? huh. wait you're making ME bid? SIR. SIR I AM TWELVE. oh no did i accideentally skip a tutorial.....aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA

okay i did it and without spending all of the money. oooh rotom catalog? what's that? ohhh it lets m change rotom's form. time, now, to fly back to cascarrafa, and beat kofu!

i wonder what the normal gym test for kofu is? doodedoo battle time. wham zap [leaf sound effects]....kids he's playing with ME right now. oh he's popular.

sir i could eat a gyarados

I find myself contending with the weather more than th pokemon. Crabominable will tera to water, but is naturally ice/fighting...oh my god stop KOing my pokmon so fast I want the XP

there we go. and tyse is evolving! Dolliv oh my god that's so cute. OH MY GOD THE BADGE PHOTO.

nemona pls....interesting how few battles i'm having against you.

okay! my next goal is the normal gym, then I'll double back to the desert titan....mmmrgh i'd intended to put two gyms between the bases and titans (so like, gym gym titan base gym gym titan base) but now am unsure if I should stick to that. they're not rally laid out in a way that makes that convenient...

you knwo what. w'ree gonna take a break whil we mull this over.

i have slept! w will stick with the plan for now which mans the desert titan gonna have to wait, we're tackling the normal gym next. After that we will return to Levincia and head north to deal with atticus and a titan.

tackles a grass tera drifloon raid, you're Shoon. Oh, Jupe can take most of the local wildlife but needs guidance for girafarig. Ooh, ghost tera naclstack! ...oh damn it, it used Curse and is now low HP, but didn't break its tera. idt i'm getting this one. actually...i just might. Crit captur, you'r gonna b Doony!

Colonnade Hollow is my second of the ten sights! Ooh, there's Noivern here, you're Storm. And Salandit....I might hold out for a lady, though. Found one! You'll be Linny. Oooh, Gible, you will be Soozoo....except that Jupe got a crit and killed you. Wll, here's a Larvitar. Wee go straight to great balls here. You'll be Soozoo instead. nother gible, you're gonna be Gorp. oh goddammit another ill timed crit. there's Sableye heree, Yurma. GIBLE. Managed to weaken it without killing it now it just needs to stay in th ball. Finally.

man th lake is gorgeous...found a Croagunk! You're Hoplit. Nuzzl is gotta be one of the most usful skills for catching pokemon. This Basculin will be Odri. Oh! Sotero is evolving! Garganacl...

Man I hav so many Pokmon to evolve but i havee no idea how many of theem hav weirdass methods like "three crits in one battle" or "usee x item under the full moon"

you know. stuff i basically need to look up to have any hope.

anyway iiiithought this was a foongus but it's a zorua! I hereby dub thee Chaunet. Thre's Tropius here! Nanneer! Oh and there ARe Foongus here! Joy. That's th nam. No it's not you're far too annoying to be Joy. You're Spiv.

Ugliest sandwich yet holy shit. whatever it unfaintd two of my pokemon. Singa th Shroomish. OH i found spookdog! You're Bashal.

...i bet ditto hide on the overworld the way zorua do. fuck. im never gonna find one....

aaaaaaa why do work want me at 3:15.. i am still at war with the letter e. it works sometimes, now. kind of proves that it just needs good cleaning.

one workday later, we are back!

man the music in this game is nice....why do my pokemon all take naps all the time. Jupe is out for some autobattling and just konked out. picnic? mass naptime.

jupe is passed out on the ground and there's a wild deerling making confused deer noises at me

doodedoo wandering about beating up cats trees monkeys snake mice pigs...banana dinos....i know some of these pokemon are ditto but i do not feeel like searching for one

!!!! Jupe is evolving! awww Pawmot got anime hair! WAIT PEBBLES IS EVOLVING TOO? Oh my gosh Tinkaton is even more of a terror.

Gonna give it a little longer to see if Sotero makes the final roster....still have two slots for evolving pokemon!

I arrive in Medali! ...why's that not a theatr anymore?

quick break to do a raid....lectric finizen! I want this thing. Tricky fight tho. GOTCHA, name o' Klight. !!! TOEDSCOOL. Oh goddammit I accidentally killed it.

back to xploring town. including the treasure eatery. ...thre is no battle court in this town. w're gonna fight in or on top of the eatery aren't we.

theeere's nemona. You gonna fight me this time? oh okay, gym first. man nemona what is up with you.

larry the everyman...he's gonna b one of those cases of "most normal man in the world is actually a total freak" isn't he, like try guys kith or something. Seems absolutely normal and average and basic in every way but the more you look the more you're like oh that is a wholeass kind of guy.

oh this is an intresting gym test! ooh okay my hint is lemon. There's a talking squawkabilly saying medium. Time to beat some other folks up for clues. Oh the student just tells me to listen to squawkabilly. Found another student!

Oh hey Tyse is evolving! Arboliva...well time to swap out for Beep & Boop. Okay new clue is the amphitheatre. Fire Blast? AHA another student! Odd on out at an ic cream stand...grilled rice balls! I think that's all the clus...

Grilled rice balls, medium serving, cooked extra crispy, with a dash of lemon!

ohhhh yeah the food court is the gym stage. okay let's fight! ....oh he's the depressed businessman who told me lemon. he looks like he badly needs a nap. what's this about his boss docking his pay??

is there some kind of bullshit in the league this time? oh what's a dudunsparce?

that whole scene, with the customers...llife isn't all just being true to yourself.... Larry are you okay? Larry. Larry, blink twice if you need help.

oh shit he oneshotted Jupe. that's fine I have a Sotero.

oh he eats a lot huh...i noticed Facade was his favorite move. Larry is upsetting? Pokemon why are you doing this to me.

Geeta is here! Geeta are you the one working Larry to the bone. Nemona interrupts us. What was that 'and' gonna be? I already figured Geeta was the champ of champs. Well, you know. Until I get to her.

once again. nemona acts as though i am cheating on her. nemona are YOU okay?

Geeta why do you have to phrase it as a rebirth. Geeta why does this all seem sus?

oh thank god geeta is healing me before nemona drags me into a fight. Skeledirge? The fuck's that? Sounds ghostly... OH. OH IT'S CROC.

SINGING. CROCODILE. oh i have GOT to see a gnoggin video on this thing.

there's new classes so time to go hang out at school for a bit...but first. the Great Crater may be off limits, but the road up to it should be just fine! ...this is less interesting than I thought. Okay back to school.

Oh! Primeape has an evolution now?! involving a move... ...??? When did I get a Maushold? Holy shit! Beep & Boop have kids, you guys! Beeplet and Booplet!!! Holy fuck! It didn't evolve on screen it just. Happened? Is that normal?!

either way i suppose I am swapping them out for something else now....maybe Koris too idk how to evolve him but idt it's normal?

time to just shove random pokemon in my team until they evolve, rn we got Vani and Ankles

man it's pretty cool that the trainer school ACTUALLY teaches you things this time. and from across the spectrum! trivia, lore, mechanics....

??? Fairy tale....king, treasure (always treasure), other regions...vessel, sword, tablets, beads. Sword and tablets, huh. Wouldn't....wouldn't happen to be ruinous, would they..../gulps and glances back toward those stakes and lids....

overnight disaster. you. you don't say.

i foresee this going dramatically eventually but yes please tell me the end please

oh shit they were pokemon? oh shit i'm gonna have to catch them. which means unsealing them.

hey teach you won't be mad at me if i unleash ancient disasters in pursuit of science right

....Heath? The dude from Shadows of Almia?

i sure hope i won't miss out on hangouts by binging classes first

thre are. people getting lp by. hacking. looks at cassiopeia hacing my phone and giving me lp.....

Brassius!!!! in classius!!! ....oh snap was Brassius once ready to give up entirely.....help they're cute

oh yeah brassius was absolutely once ready to self-destruct. this is wholesome, honstly. gtting advice and ncouragement from those who have been low is always more real and inspiring than from the best of the best.

oh my god turn hassel into an octopus already (today in jokes a limited number of people will get: this). ....oh shit i haven't ben to glaseado yet. thats fine i can google,,,,,

knew it, arven's after advice on food.

classes are done! time for hangouts. then i will rest.

oh.... ....i wonder if Hassel is related to Lance and Clair...

i WILL find sweets for cactus sensei

oh are miriam and dendra girlfriends? i want them to be, now. YES. DATING.

i hav flown to Lvincia and climbd th blu lighthous and am stopping hr for now! Nxt time: a titan and a base and hopefully a gym please arceus let me accomplish three objectives in on session

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Deal Part Three

Summary: august doesn't know how to lose.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Slight Smut, Mentioned Threesomes, M/M, M/F/M, poly relationship, Toys, Seduction, Dom Sub, BDSM, Praise Kink, Swearing.

August hummed running a finger back and forth on the rim of his glass as he watched the screen,you were on the bed rocking onto your new toy like crazy.

"She really does this everyday?" Clark asked from beside him with a frown, but august could see the kid was turned on, licking and biting his lip as you fucked yourself desperately with your new vibrator.

"Everyday, for a week now..." august hummed twisting his chair to and fro flicking his gaze from the subby on screen to the soon to be sub sat beside him.

"... am i? Am i not enough?" Clark asked tentatively blinking at agaust in a way that made the agent smile smugly.

"Its not that kid, shes gone without playing our game for soo long she forgot how addictive it is, how much she needs it" he explained.

"Needs? Have... i mean shes missed it?" Clark uttered feeling less confident in his ability to satisfy you by the second.

"Probably not, well not untill our little experiment"

"Why?" Clark asked still not understanding

"Being a sub is... more then just sex, subs need to submit its therapeutic for them... when in a scene they just let themselves go, all worry and stress disappear. All they need to do is live in the moment and obey" august began slowly as he stopped swaying his chair and faced clark head on pinning him with a look.

It was there, the curiosity. Good. Its what he hoped for, it was why he'd called clark there to 'catch up'

It was time to make his move, top the man of steel whilst having you making your own little porno in the background to help things along.

"So she cant truly relax without it?" Clark muttered still unaware of the agents motives.

"In a sense yes. She craves being dominated, its as natural to her as being a goody two shoes is for you" august purred placing his drink on the glass computer table fendingnoff a smirk as clark took the bait.

"Hey! Im not a goody two shoes-" the kryptonian grunted offended.

But august was prepared, he'd planned this meeting meticulously and his anwser rolled off his tongue with a laugh.

"Your thirty five years old and have absolutly no run ins with the law, no parking fines no speeding tickets hell you never even had a single detention in your entire shcool life! Or have you handed in an assignment or book report in late"

"But i killed a man- i took a life" clark tried to argue but was waed off with another laugh.

"Zod was no man, he was a fucking alien... no offence, you took a life to save billions... so its not really making you a badass"

"Lazer vision is pretty badass..." clark huffed slumping back in his seat now looking like a classic putig brat.

"Oh? Is my litttle clark sulking?" August cooed gravely voice making clark pause at the sultry tone... he must be hearing things.

"Im not sulking! And im not your anything!" Clark growled snapping at the agent.

"Behave yourself!" August growled leveling him with a look, and couldnt help smirk again as clark shut himself up and flushed.

Your desperate cries called out over the moniter as you rutting onto the toy the wet sounds adding to the scene.

Clark flushed finalky turning away from august making the agent preen. Oh he had him in the palm of his hand already~

"Good boy. You are arent you? A very good boy clark- the best" august purred leaning forward gazing at the younger man with a cheshire grin, that only grew wider as clark flushed brighter and shuddered.

"I.. err well yes" clark panted shiftingnin his seat tryingmto keep his eyes on the screen as you wailed and yelped trying to draw out a climax.

"Oh whats this? Your going all shy on me? Tell me is it because i called you a good boy~ do you like praise clark?" Augusut grinned leaning closer still to the now frozen younger male

"N-no its err... i should go-" clark started shuffljng backwards needing to get out of here, because it was true. He loved praise especially in the bedroom, he loved being told how good he was.

August purringnat him whilst he eyes were fixed on you rollingnaroundnin bed toying yourslef into a sexual frenzie was... making him think of thingsnhe probably shouldnt.

"No. Sit, stay... thats it, theres nothing to be embarrassed about, many powerful men enjoy being praised" August growled latching onto clarks arms holding them to the arms of the seat.

"Being taken care of, told what to do~" august purred standing befor the mighty man of steel leaning close to his face.

Clark gulped but didnt move back, he didnt pull away like he should have.

Instead he eyed augusts lips, clark had the overwhelming urge to.aste them.

It confused him, he'd never ever dabbled in same sex relationships, never experimented. Never shared a woman with another before that fatefull night.

But for some reason august was apealing, drawing clark in. August was apble to overpower him, not physically but he commanded obedience.

August held a dangerous cocksure demeanor that clark rarely saw.

"Is that what you want? Clark~ do you want to be controlled and praised just once? More then once?" August hummed dippjng closer and closer, clark couldnt help tipp his head up.

"Y/n is always such a brat. Just look at her, desperately trying to fuck herself into a coma, despite knowing we hadnt allowed her to touch her pussy" august pulled the pffice chair clark was sat in to closer to him, making the kryptonian drown in his scent, the cologne and sweet arousal that was alreading sworling arohnd him.

Clark swallowed dryly, unsure what was happeningnto him, the sounds of yu moaning a crying ot so sweetly, the praise and authority radiating off august in waves.

It was the same dominant aura and comanding deep voice that had made crks cock twitch in both threesomes they had indulged.

Clark had tried denying it at the time, convincing himslef he was cuaght up in the erotic forbidden act. It was just a thrill of the moment thing. It didnt bmean he wanted the older dominating alpha male and all his bravado.

August grinned shifting forward again filling clarks vision, for a human auguast was large, almost as large as he was.

"Sure she'll listen when she feels like it but... I can't help thinking she needs a role model..." clark hummed absentmidely nodding agreeing falling further into his own haze.

"Someone else to show her how she should behave... someone who will get rewarded for being soo good... maybe a good boy?" August purred finally taking the plunge and weaving jis way around the man. His words coiling around the younger male ensnareing him in his carefully constructed web of teasing words.

Clakr gasped as his chin was captured by the agent forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Would you like that clark? Do you want to be not just a good boy, but my good boy-our good boy?" The words hung in the air, winding the man of steel.

"W-what?" He stuttered tryingnto fathom what the older man meant. But couldnt deny the excitment in his gut.

Did he mean it? Would he really include clark in this kink? Make it official and let these forbidden threesomes continue?

"Oh dont play coy, i know what your thinking~ its natural to be curious, just think we could all be one~" august whispered movjng his thumb over clarks bottom lip.

"We could all play together and all get what we need." He purred smirking as clark gave all the right signs, eyes wide, pupils blown wide shifting in his seat as he cock rose, curtesy of both his praise and the loud wanton moans from you bringing yourslef to the edge of rapture yet again.

"You get the praise and love of a little brat, and a strict dom, y/n gets a role model, a dom and keeps her life partner" august listed shifting on his feet again reeling clark in with low coos full of promise.

The agent curled his hand, cupping clarks cheek coaxing him closer luring his face closer.

"A-And you?" Clark dared to utter, feeling both excited, anxious and overwhelmed, he wanted nothing but to jump at the chance, but was frightened at the same time.

He would admit he'd been a little jealous of all the praise you'd got from august in both encounters.

Closingnhis eyes imagining it was him! That the older influential man had been calljng him a good boy, had been teling him how impressed he was, how proud he was!

Clark was embarrassed and had quickly shook away the desperate thoughts. He wasnt gay, why would he have such thoughts?

He summarised he was just too needy and had gone without. You told him how brilliant and big he was, how sexy and strong and fantastic he is in the bedroom but... with august it was different.

The older male praised down at him! Cooing and fussing at him in a different way. Treated him like a sub and clark liked it. Probably too mucn.

"I get the little brat i've been missing and a very very good boy"

"So what do you say, do you want to let go? Be free and experience things you'd only dreamt of?" August preened keeping clarks attention fixed on him asmhe manipulated him, august had noticed clark had a praise kink.

A weakness. A need who was august to pass up useing the little kink to get the subby he wanted~

"I...I'm..." clark hesitated looking passed august to you on the screen who was digging around beside your bed looking for something.

"All you have to do is say the words clark, just say yes sir and you can have all the pleasure and praise you could ever hope for~ both you and y/n we could make this permanent"

"See look? Just watch, y/n needs her dom, needs to be tamed again we could do it clark... you can show her how to be good again~" august breathed over clarks cheek side steppjng him to reveal the screen.

And clark did look, groaning as he saw that you had rolled over and was straddling a different suction cup dildo stuck to a little hand mirror face up on the bed slapping your own ass as you bounced frantically.

"Just say those words and we can help her together" august hummed into his ear like the devil on his shoulder, tempting him

Clark gasped feeling augusts breath on his neck, his wisters ghosting the delicat skin.

Then in a bold move the older man pressed a soft feather light kiss to the kryptonian's neck.

And it worked

"I... y-yes, can we? Please sir" clark breathed out stuttering and jumbling his words unable to hold back his pleading.

"Good boy clark~ such a good seet boy you are~ i knew it, knew youd be brave enough, you've made me soo proud" august showered him with praise biting off a victorious grin.

Clark mewled closingnhis eyes for a second beaming a smile feeling this strange relaxation take over, suddenly he felt free, and small.

It was a feeling he craved, being the strongest all the time was a heavy burden to bare, now he could feel powerless for once.

August chuckled and pressed another kiss to clark this time on his cheek making the younger male's cheeks glow.

August couldnt get enough, the power trip of having the man of steel under his command was far to intoxicating.

"Now why dont you go get our little brat and we can tie her up and show her that good subby's get rewards" august prompted him stepping around clark completely letti g himstand up.

Clark nodded and shot off out onto the balcony and leapt into the sky eagwr to please his new dom and do as he was told.

August took his seat agin wrappjng his fingers around his glass of scotch and raised the glass to the screen that now had both his subs onscreen, as clark wrangled you into his arms wrapping the bedsheet arohnd you.

"Mission accomplished" he hummed smirking as clark wrapped you in your soiled bedsheet before you both disappeared off screen.

He stood and knocked back the last of his drink and padded across the pent house heading to the play room just as he heard both of hos little subs land and enter his home.

[kroerms]

Lifeline

Oneshot || pairing: kenma x reader (gender neutral, but I tried to stay clear of any pronouns)|| genre: angstisch, hurt/comfort ||

warnings: depiction of depression/ symptoms of a depression || if I forgot to mention something, please feel free to tell me...

a/n: sooo, this is my very first fanfic since like 2013, please be gentle with me haha

y/n: “I’m sorry, but I can’t make it to our date today…”

Kenma: “What do you mean you can’t make it? We planned this for over a week and are supposed to meet up in an hour...I’m already out of my house…”

y/n: “I’m really sorry, I just can’t.”

You sighed, tossed your phone next to you on the bed and pressed the pillow closer to your chest.

You couldn’t really pinpoint what triggered all these negative feelings. But your whole life there have always been these days where you felt completely drained of energy and the negativity of your own mind played tricks on you. You had always called it your “social battery” being empty. But in reality, it was more than just that. It was more than just not wanting to see your friends or family. It was a consuming tiredness paired with negative thoughts and sadness rooted deep within your very heart. Days like these would come and go, you learned that over the years, which is why you preferred to be alone on those days because you didn’t want to burden anyone with your pointless feelings. Sure, sometimes those feelings would almost consume you completely and would persist for weeks, but you always managed to handle them one way or another. You knew this all too well, you had had to deal with this part of yourself since your early teens after all and now that you were 28 it just didn’t seem like you were ever to grow out of it like your parents used to say you would. It wasn’t their fault though, since you never really talked about what it felt like to anyone after your so called friends seemed to dismiss it as just you being lazy and so your parents thought your tendency to hang in your room and lay in bed all day was just due to hormones. And you always felt like no one would believe you anyways and you weren’t prepared for all the follow up questions that would drain the last bit of energy you had, and so you stopped explaining yourself altogether.

You’ve known Kenma for a while now. The two of you started to form a friendship after you accidentally took his coffee order from the barista because he had ordered your usual. And with your head always being in the clouds you had just heard “vanilla latte” and without waiting for your name to follow the order you’d taken the beverage.

“Uhm, excuse me but I think this is supposed to be mine - well unless your name is Kenma as well, but I highly doubt that”, a monotone voice next to you spoke. Your gaze shifted from the to-go-cup in your hand to the man beside you. The faux blonde with the dark roots and the almost bored facial expression stood next to the take-out section of the coffeeshop, switch in one hand and the other in the pocket of his red tracksuit.

“Oh, I’m very sorry, I must have zoned out again. I sometimes get stressed in overly crowded places and tend to lose myself in my thoughts to calm down aaaand I just overshared, didn’t I?” You bowed slightly and handed the man in front of you his drink just as the barista called out your name with a “vanilla latte” attached to it. You quickly turned around to take the coffee so that Kenma wouldn’t notice the slight blush that spread over your cheeks from the embarrassment.

“y/n’s a pretty name, suits you.”, Kenma said, flashing a slight blush of his own as the words left his lips. “Well thank you...Kenma was it?”. The faux blonde nodded slightly. An awkward silence infolded the two of you. Just as you wanted to excuse yourself so that you could finally leave this utterly embarrassing situation, Kenma spoke up again: “well if you want to make it up to me for almost stealing my drink, I’d really appreciate a piece of apple pie from the bakery down the road. If that’s not too crowded for you.”

After that encounter, the two of you quickly grew closer and developed a bond to one another. Just like you, Kenma enjoyed lazy days at home gaming or watching movies together more than going out on adventures. So the two of you would often hang out at his house playing Mario Kart together or you’d watch movies on your projektor at yours. Sure, occasionally the two of you would go out to get something to eat or to watch his friends at a volleyball game, but these outings were rare. And it was because of those cozy little hangouts that you never once had to cancel plans with him, thus not once did you have to explain to him why you didn’t have the energy to go out and do stuff….well at least until today.

The familiar wave of guilt washed over you for not telling him why you had to cancel on such short notice. But you really didn’t have the energy to explain that your inner demons had taken control over your body and mind today. You were already feeling exhausted because work had been hell the last couple of weeks and it didn’t help that seemingly everyone in your family needed something from you which resulted in you spending your off-time after work either at your fathers house or your mothers. This left little to no you-time to relax and recharge yourself.

It was now near lunchtime on your well deserved day off and Kenma and you had plans to check out the new cat café that opened up just a few blocks from your home. But you hadn’t even made it out of bed, let alone under the shower yet. The comfort of the warm blankets was just too good. The mere thought of leaving this safe haven stressed you out and you had to hold yourself back from crying. You felt so overwhelmed with the world today that you couldn’t entertain the thought of participating in anything right now. All you wanted - no - needed to do was sleep until that heavy feeling on your chest would lift off and let you breathe again.

Just as you were dozing off, you heard your doorbell ring. You didn’t expect a package or anything today, so you didn’t exactly know who would want something from you right now.

Wrapped in your pink aristocats pijama and your very wild bedhead you padded to your door. What you didn’t expect while looking through your peephole was Kenma, standing in front of your apartment, arms full of paper bags.

“Open up, these are heavy you know! I know you’re standing behind the door.”

You took a deep breath before opening the door to let Kenma in. He immediately made his way to the kitchen, where he placed all the bags on the countertop before looking at you.

His gaze was intense. With what seemed like worry in his eyes, he scanned over your tired form.

“What’s wrong y/n?”, he asked.

“Nothing, I’m just tired, didn’t sleep enough last night I guess, but it’ll be better by tomorrow, so you really don’t have to worry about little old me”, you meekly said in an attempt to lighten the mood. You tried giving him the most reassuring smile you could manage, but it didn’t reach your eyes. You knew he noticed by the way his gaze softened. In one swift motion Kenma pulled you into his chest and cradled your head with one hand, while the other found its way around your waist, pulling you closer into him in the process. This took you by surprise, since Kenma and you didn’t really hug a lot.

“Tell me what’s really wrong y/n. I can clearly tell that you are not okay. You are a measly liar”, he whispered into your hair. Damn him and his observation skills, you thought. Well, this is it, you couldn’t hide that part of yourself from him any longer. You were scared to open up to him about that part of yourself, the fear of losing him because he didn’t want to deal with someone as broken as you are was immense.

“y/n?” Kenma spoke up again. You must’ve lost yourself in thought again, you didn’t even notice the tears that slipped past your eyelids and were making their way down your cheeks, before coming to a halt at your chin.

“I’m s-sorry, I - I don’t want to w-worry you… I just, I feel so tired and I f-feel like my battery is completely e-empty. I don’t feel like I c-can handle anyone, including m-myself right now. I j-just want everything to s-stop. I am exhausted, I feel like I a-am drowning within m-myself and t-there seems to b-be no lifeline”, you sniffled into Kenma’s chest. His hold on you tightened at that. He knew you got overwhelmed in crowds sometimes and that you preferred quiet, lazy meet-ups at home over going out. It was one of the reasons why he liked you so much, you didn’t expect him to be outgoing and you always accepted him for the person he was. He knew you were someone who liked their personal time and that the world, especially the people living in it would overwhelm you sometimes, but he had never seen you like this. Small, so fragile, almost as if you crumbled within yourself. As if the slightest blow of wind could knock you over and break you.

“Do you want me to leave? I brought food from that new café. I can just leave it here and go, if you need time to yourself…” Kenma said.

You were torn. On one hand, you really didn’t have the energy to entertain someone right now. But Kenma felt so warm and his embrace made you feel secure. As if the world couldn’t get to you as long as he held you like this. So you tightened your hold on him and shook your head lightly.

A small smile appeared on Kenma’s face.

“Alright, how about you go lay down on the couch then, while I unpack the food and we watch some cheesy movie together?”

The thought of leaving Kenma’s arms didn’t please you at all but you obliged and went to your couch in the open living room. You watched as Kenma started unpacking of cake slices, sandwiches and chocolates out of the bags. He even brought avocado-onigiri. Your favorite. After he displayed everything on plates he came over to put the food and two lemonades on the coffee table. He sat down next to you and turned on your TV. He started your favorite rom-com before he pulled you close to him again so that your head was resting on his chest. As the movie went on, he started to stroke your hair with his hand, while the other was on top of your arm that was draped over his torso. This was still very unfamiliar to you, but it felt nice.

“You know, you never have to hide your feelings from me. Not even the negative ones. I know I sometimes seem a little distant and I am not very open about my own feelings either but you mean a great deal to me and I’m always gonna be here for you. Even when you feel like drowning, I’ll always be a lifeline for you to hold on to. And I know I can’t fix everything, but I’ll try my best to help you with fixing what needs to be fixed.” he whispered softly. You closed your eyes, new tears forming in them making your eyelids heavy. Even if all those inner demons were loud within you, Kenma’s voice and reassuring words slowly drowned them out and you finally felt a bit of the weight on your chest getting lighter. You knew you had to work on these things and you would need more than just Kenma, you’d need professional help to cope with all of this, but with Kenma by your side like this, you felt like anything was possible. Before you dozed off in Kenma’s embrace you whispered back: “thank you so much for being here”.

[tellatennie]

Shigaraki smut

I wrote this high asf so it'll most likely get deleted soon because when I wake up after publishing this ill regret being born lmo. This is literally my first time writing smut and i did it when i was high. Probably not a good combo.

WARNINGS: SEX

"OHH THAT'S JUST CHEATING" I shouted at my boyfriend, while smashing the buttons on the switch controller. We were playing Mario Kart and needless to say we were both quite competitive at it. "TOMURA STOP THAT'S CHEATING" I shrieked, he kept poking my side just when I would be getting ahead of him, causing me to lose control of the controller and allowing him to slip by. 

"Its called playing smart!" he smirked at me and crossed the finish line in first. I sighed and rolled my eyes "Next one I'll get you" We were playing rounds of three, three tracks, three games, three chances to win. Now I only have two chances to win, seeing as my boyfriend was a cheater at every game we played. He even cheated during Monopoly by getting Dabi to distract me while he stole money and hotels from the box.

I had a plan though, I knew what to do to throw him off his game.

We started the second race, and we both kept our cars almost directly next to each other the whole time, at this point we knew how the other would react to something and we used that against each other. Crossing the line to start our third and final lap I waited until just the right moment to put my plan into play. I had planned it just carefully enough where he didn't see something was coming, but I was just barely ahead of him. 

Just a little's way away from the final finish line I jumped on him and grabbed his controller and yanked it from him as hard as I could. He let out a yelp of shock and quickly reacted, going for the controller immediately. My premeditated plan work perfectly as I lifted both my feet up with s p e e d. He landed on my feet and groaned in light pain. He rolled his eyes as I passed the finish line in first and he stood up.

"That was so unfair!" I gave him the most innocent smile I could muster. "Its called playing smart babe!" I said in a borderline mocking tone. He snatched his controller back from me, accidentally disintegrating it. I laughed at his now emotionless 'I just died inside' face expression.

"Don't worry baby, I always keep spares just incase." I stood up and walked over to my table, picking up another controller I had set out, whilst picking up a little surprise present I had gotten Tomura. It was put in a cute little box that I had carefully wrapped ribbon around. I walked back over to him where he was sitting on my couch fidgeting his fingers, "I'm sorry (Y/N)". I plopped next to him and handed him the box. turning to face him while watching his expression change from confusion to happiness at the realization that I got him a present. He tugged at the ribbon but to no avail, the ribbon was put on there a bit tight, so he ended up just disintegrating the ribbon off. He lifted the lid off the box to reveal a pair of gloves that cover only two fingers to help him prevent destroying some things with his quirk. He lifted the gloves up and a smile spread across his face.

"Wow.. Thank you baby" He slipped the gloves on and looked at me with a goofy smile. "But I'm still gonna beat you in round 3"

"I'd like to see you try"

We had a deal that neither of us would try to make the other lose. ‘A fair fight’ we called it. It’s obvious no one had the intention to make this a fair fight, we were both glancing at each other and smiling. So yeah, obvious. 

Eventually we had both made our way to first and second place, but I was showing to have the chance of being first. I was quite ahead of him and I just had my fingers crossed for a Bullet Bill power up to seal my win.

I came up on a row of power ups and I drove through one, waiting to see what I got. I got a banana. I huffed in defeat and kept driving, throwing the banana behind me. 

“Ohh whaT THE HELL” Tomura said as he conveniently ran over the banana, causing his car to slow and allowing me to gain more of an advantage against him. "Haaa looks like I'm going to win!" 

Suddenly he pounced on me, pinning my arms above my head with one hand while taking away my controller with the other. “What happened to no cheating? Did you just get too mad at me?” I mocked. He leaned over and kept my arms pinned with his forearm and used his hands to keep steering his car, not responding to me. I tried wiggling my arms out but to no avail, he’s pretty strong.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped him onto his back in return. I snatched his controller away and made his racer drive off a cliff and tossed the controller onto the ground where he wouldn’t be able to reach it. I looked back at him to see that his face was slowly turning red. I leaned down and rested my head on his chest and smiled at him. I let go of his pinned arms and lowered my hands to trace the scratch marks on his neck. He brought his hands down and ran his fingers through my hair. He sat up and gripped the back of my neck, pulling me in to kiss him. I could feel his other hand start to roam up my thigh when we suddenly heard the Mario Kart finish line music play through the speakers. We broke away from the kiss to see who had won. 

”WALUIGI!?” I yelled, jumping from my spot on the couch. Running up to the tv with my controller. “HOW DID WALUIGI WIN HE FUCKING SUCKS!” I huffed and crossed my arms, mumbling quite rude things directed at the annoying character. I felt Tomuras arms wrap around my waist as he laid his chin on my shoulder. 

“It’s just a game baby, besides, that just means you and I are still tied. So we need to find another way to find the winner” He whispered that last part in my ear. “What other way are we gonna decide who wins then- ohhhh” I felt very very dumb in that moment. Tomura laughed and pulled me back onto the couch. I sat on the couch as he turned off the tv. I patted the cushion next to me to tell him to sit. He gave me a questioning look and sat next to me. 

I flipped my leg around and crawled into his lap, facing him. He rested his hands on my waist and leaned up to kiss me. I put my hands on the sides of his head and deepened our kiss. He licked my bottom lip, asking for my permission. I parted my lips and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. There was no “battle for dominance”. There was him, just this gorgeous man exploring my mouth for the umpteenth time. 

We broke from the kiss and I buried my head in his shoulder, slowly starting to rock my hips against his lap. I took in the scent of his cologne, it was the same cologne I had bought him for his birthday. It was my favorite on him and the fact that he uses it almost everyday makes me feel so many emotions, most of which I had never even grown up with. 

He groaned as I grinded against him faster, I could feel his very obvious hard-on through his pants. He matched my grinding with his and used my hips to direct me the way he wanted. “God I love you” He mumbled into my ear, I tried to giggle but moaned as he put his hands up my shirt and kneaded my breasts. It had been a while since we were this intimate due to him being busy with the league but I was glad I had caught him on a day off. 

He suddenly picked me up bridal style and carried me to my bedroom. He laid me on the bed and stood in between my thighs as I wrapped my legs around him. He slid my shirt over my head and un clipped my bra and started sucking on my sensitive buds. (I’m literally so high rn) I put my hands in his hair and tugged slightly, moaning his name.

”Nngh- T-Tomura, I n-need you” He looked up at me and stood straight, slipping my leggings and underwear off my legs. “Do you baby? Because you seemed to be doing fine earlier” He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. He aligned with my entrance and I was waiting for the immense pleasure soon to follow but there was nothing. I looked up at him and saw him smirking at me, whilst not moving. 

“W-what the hell. babe come on, pleaseee” I groaned with anticipation, trying to squirm but he quickly put his hands on my thighs, stopping any movement from me. “aghh Tomura I don’t know what you’re trying to do- OH GOD” I was mid sentence when he suddenly trust his member in me as fast as it seemed like he could. He groaned as he thrusted into me again and again “Oh baby you’re so tight” 

Our moans filled the whole apartment as he never showed any sign of slowing down. I gripped the sheets and tried to match his movements but he kept me in his grip. That’s when I knew I was his for tonight, and I loved every second of it. With every deep thrust, his member hit my core just at the right spot where every time I feel like I’m going to burst from pleasure. My eyes rolled back into my head, waiting for my upcoming climax.

He stopped moving. My eyes snapped to him. 

“Get on the bed on all fours for me baby” He said in a low octave that he usually had during our more intimate interactions and I feel like he knows it turns me on. I crawled onto the bed on all fours as instructed. He came up behind me and before I could even say anything snarky he once again thrust his member into me before I could even react. I buried my face in my pillow and matched his pace, pushing my ass into him. 

He rubbed my ass sensually as his pace quickened. “mmm baby I’m close” he groaned. I nodded in my pillow and tried not to make the loudest sound I could. I could feel my climax rounding the corner. 

I gasped and made an almost scream sound as I came around his dick. His pace slowed as he busted in me. He pulled out a few seconds after and I laid on my side, him following suit. 

“I missed you” I mumbled into his chest as he pulled me closer. He rubbed simple shapes on my back and kissed my forehead. 

“I missed you too baby.” I giggled and looked at him, pecking his lips.

”I think it’s safe to say you won the tie”

Ahhhahh i’m so fucking high right noww. I’ll most likely add a note at the top when I get off the high so whatever my sensible self says, listen lmaoooo

[ashintheairlikesnow]

"you're not helping..."

CW: Teenage OCs (Izzy is 17, Jamie is 14), children of whumper and whumpee, trauma response, referenced past captivity with parental whumper/child abuse but the references are vague

Jax Gallager (referenced) belongs to @comfy-whumpee

Izzy is seventeen years old when she grabs the post to bring it inside on her way in after school and comes to a sudden stop just outside the door, staring down at the envelope, battered and beaten after its long journey not just across a country but over an ocean and through customs, too.

Her little brother Jamie very nearly walks into her, lost in his own game on his phone, and he just barely swings to the side to avoid her. “Iz!” When she doesn’t react, he pauses. He’s taller than she is already, and sure to be even taller before he’s done growing. 

Where Izzy is all skinny knees and sharp elbows, her brother has the sort of bulk that’ll turn to muscle with time. He’s a gentle sort of giant, and it’s concern and not annoyance that shifts in his expression as he reads the wide-eyed stare in hers. “Izzy? What’s up?”

Izzy swallows, her throat clicking so loud she’s surprised the flock of birds lurking in the gutters and on the roof of the place next door don’t take off startled by the sound. She can’t, for a moment, remember how to speak.

She can’t remember how to breathe.

She just holds the card out for Jamie to look at as heat burns behind her eyes, her heart racing. She feels inside her the absurd urge to be polite and sweet and well-mannered. To somehow try to ensure safety in an unsafe space.

But she’s not there anymore.

She’s not there. She’s here.

And still... 

Jamie takes the envelope slowly, looking over it himself, his lips moving as he reads the return address. Then he pales, lips thinning. “How-”

“I don’t know,” Izzy whispers. “She’s not supposed to know where we live, Jamie. She-... she’s n-not allowed, but that’s... that’s her handwriting, that’s-... she isn’t supposed to know-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Iz.” Jamie glances towards the door - Jax is inside, and he’ll know if they’re more than ten minutes late either way, he’ll be looking at the clock and thinking about their safety, worrying over them the way Izzy worries over everything, too. “Look, hide it and we’ll look at it in your room, yeah? I’ll handle Dad.”

She nods, a jerky sort of motion, but she stuffs the envelope into her school bag and the two of them head inside. Izzy blames a headache for being quiet and if their dad suspects, he doesn’t say anything, just lets her go to lie down in her room. Jamie takes more time, talking about his day, getting something to eat and drink.

His skin prickles with impatience, with the need to go look. Izzy’s terror doesn’t translate to him - he mostly feels curious about the woman who makes up half his genes, who he has no memory of at all. Curious, and angry on behalf of a father and sister who struggle with what she did to them. Maybe a little angry that this shadowy woman built the boundaries of his life and made the fears that keep his father and sister up at night, and he doesn’t even remember her. 

Plus, he doesn’t want Izzy to be scared alone. That’s been their deal his whole life, their agreement - Izzy doesn’t have to be scared alone. They’re scared together, and brave together. 

His lips move in memorized words like a prayer as he heads down the hall. He’s been prepared for them to have to be brave together his entire life, urged on by Izzy’s careful planning, the go-bags they still keep hidden from their fathers, just in case. 

My name is James Timothy Gallagher and my sister is Isabella Nicole Gallagher...

Please don’t let this be something like that.

She’s not on the bed when he comes in with a bag of crisps and some water. He finds her pushed against the wall under a blanket between the bed and her desk with a flashlight, still staring at the writing on the envelope.

“Someone e-else wrote the address,” She says when Jamie pulls up the edge of the blanket and sits beside her, squeezing into the tiny space as best he can. Her voice is shaking and her eyes are red-rimmed but dry. “Not M-Mom. She wrote my name, but... but that’s it. Oh, God, she started writing Isabella M-Marcoset and had to cross it out-”

“Bint,” Jamie says amiably. “Everything’s Gallagher now. But there you go.” He nudges her with an elbow. “She doesn’t know where we are, still, right? Someone else wrote it for her.”

“That’s n-not helping,” Izzy says, and sniffs. “That means someone helped her send it, someone who does know, someone w-who-... I can’t. I can’t look.”

“Probably her lawyers or something, they’d have our address I guess. If we tell Dad he’ll rip them to shreds over it, you know his lawyer chews them up for breakfast. If you can’t look, I can.” Jamie takes the envelope from her before she can stop him and tears it open, casually ripping half the envelope apart to get to what’s inside. 

When he finds it, he blinks. “What the fuck?”

“Don’t let Dad hear y-you say that,” Izzy says automatically, with a weak smile.

“Like he’s one to say much. I think you mean don’t let Kie hear me say that.” Jamie’s eyes roam over the contents of the envelope. “Iz, this is a card for you.”

Izzy looks slowly over, peering through her fingers.

On the front, it’s pastel pink bordering a black-and-white print of a child’s chubby hand against a polka-dot dress. 

It’s okay to miss your mom, the outside of the card reads.

Izzy’s lips pull back from her teeth in a snarl.

Jamie opens the card to read what’s inside, in his soft voice. He might look more like the Marcoset side than his sister does, but his voice is nearly indistinguishable from his father’s when he speaks softly like this. “... Because she sure misses you. Though we've grown apart, I really do miss you. I remember my sweet little girl on her special day. Happy birthday, Isabella. And she wrote in here her prison address to write back. Tell me about you. Love, Mom.”

He sits there for a second in silence and then says, slightly dumbfounded, “Well, shit.”

Izzy starts to cry, hands pressed over her mouth to keep it silent.

The tears run in a waterfall, burying themselves in the minute space between hands and skin. She tastes salt at the corners of her lips. Jamie slides an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close, pressing a kiss to her chopped-short hair, starting to slowly grow out on one side. 

“Oh, Iz. D’you want me to get Dad?”

She shakes her head viciously, little hitched sobs and half-sounds coming from her and little more. Even if Jax had his ear pressed to her door, he wouldn’t hear her, Jamie thinks. His big sister learned how to cry silently, to keep herself safe by not doing anything to bring her mother’s attention on her.

She knew how to be silent out of fear before she learned how to speak in full sentences. Jamie heard someone say that, once, he can’t remember who. He wasn’t supposed to hear it.

They tried not to let him see how hurt she was, but Jamie has always known his sister was shattered and he wasn’t, and he’s always felt like he has to be the one who stays whole for her. 

“Please, Iz. He’ll know what to say. I, I don’t know what to do-”

“It’s not my birthday.”

Her words are muffled behind her hands at first, and so quiet he nearly misses them even in the stuffy silence under the blanket.

“What?”

“The-... the c-card said happy birthday, but my birthday was... was seven m-months ago.” Izzy’s tears turn to bitter, cynical laughter, no less worrying than the crying had been, still nearly soundless. “She doesn’t even know when my fucking b-birthday is. You’d think since s-s-she’s the one who fucking made me-... oh, my God. She doesn’t even know my birthday.”

“No, I-... I guess she... doesn’t.” Jamie opens the card again to look it over. He hadn’t even thought about that, but now looking, he can’t help but start to laugh, too. “Iz, why’d she-... she could have just asked someone when your birthday was, it’d be in the court stuff, right? Birth certificate and shit?”

“Right. She wouldn’t want people to kn-know she didn’t remember. Or she just didn’t care.” Izzy’s shoulders shake, now, laughter or tears or both. “She doesn’t want to know me, she can’t even bother to know my fucking birthday. She’ll just-”

“Ask about Dad,” Jamie whispers.

“Right.” Izzy stares down at the card, then hands Jamie the flashlight and takes the card right out of Jamie’s hands and tears it right down the center, then again, and again, and again. The sound of the thick cardstock paper shredding is the loudest sound in the room.

“She doesn’t fucking know me, she doesn’t know anything about me, she doesn’t know she doesn’t know me and she doesn’t even fucking want to try-”

Finally, when all that’s left is a scattering of little bits of paper with the occasional visible word, like the world’s most irritating puzzle, Izzy shoves the blanket off entirely, picks up the pile in both hands and throws it up into the air, giving another bitter laugh as the pieces float down like confetti. 

“She can’t even be scary right,” Izzy declares, and Jamie watches his big sister force down her fear to mock the monster under the bed, the nightmare mother who never quite leaves her mind. “That’s how awful Mom is. Even when she’s trying to scare me, she can’t do it r-right.”

“I don’t think she meant to be scary,” Jamie says, a little hesitantly. “I think that was her trying to be our mam and fucking that up.”

“Well, she’s not a mam, is she? She’s not. She’s a fucking... she’s... Fuck her!” Izzy sweeps up the scattered bits of card and dumps them into the little bin she keeps by her bed, covers them with some tissues to hide them from anyone who might see. 

She turns to look at Jamie. “Don’t tell Dad, okay? He doesn’t need to know about this.”

“Iz...” Jamie stands and reaches out to pluck a piece of card that had gotten stuck in her hair. There’s a clearly recognizable Isab- visible on it. “You should tell him.”

“But you won’t.” Izzy’s eyes search his, looking up at her younger brother. They’ve always trusted each other, been each other’s backup more than anyone else, in the way of children who know they might have to keep each other safe when adults can’t. “Promise, Jamie. Promise you won’t tell Dad.”

“I promise,” Jamie says, uneasily. “I won’t tell, Iz. But you still should. Or at least tell therapy, or... something. Not just sit on this like it didn’t happen.”

Izzy doesn’t say anything either way, half-chasing him from her room so she can duck into the little bathroom and wash her face, wiping away the evidence of her tears, leaving only the hint of red in the corners of her eyes to give her away. 

She comes out and blames it on her headache, promises Jax she’s taken something for it, disappears back into her room. He can’t tell if Jax believes her - their dad is hard to read sometimes. But... Jamie thinks maybe he knows something’s up. 

Jamie settles down to play his game on his phone a while longer in the living room, and he wonders if she’s in there digging the pieces of the card back out to put in the box under her bed she thinks nobody else knows about.

But he knows.

He’s seen the CD cases, printed out photos from old interviews, an old magazine she’d nicked from a hair place after getting her hair cut once. Their mother’s face again and again and again, younger or older, in prison and before prison and between prison, too. 

The monster literally under the bed. 

He should tell Jax, probably. It can’t be healthy, to keep all those things. Right? But he can’t bring himself to break her trust, when Izzy trusts almost nothing and no one outside her own home. He can’t be the one to wreck even that for her. 

He can’t.

He promised. 

Jamie glares down at his game, the little tinny sound coming from his phone’s speakers, a repetitive melody, the soft sound of explosions. 

He should tell Jax.

He should tell Kieran, maybe.

But he swore he wouldn’t, and they’ve always been there for each other even when no one else could be, and so Jamie doesn’t tell anyone at all.

-

@astrobly @finder-of-rings @burtlederp @wildfaewhump @moose-teeth @orchidscript @sableflynn @raigash @whumptywhumpdump  @eatyourdamnpears @pretty-face-breaker 

[kanene-yaaay]

Tickle me, princey

Kanene’s note: This fic is basically: Virgil is a bratty Lee, Roman is a competitive Ler and none of them are going down without a fight xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Roman (Kind of. Because there is almost no tickles here, just teasing). Human AU.

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* This have about 2.500 words of Roman and Virgil just being teasy beans.  ‘w’)b.

* PLEASE CHECK THIS AMAZING ART! IT’S INCREDIBLEE! <33

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda. Eu espero! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Do something crazy today, take a good rest, be kind (especially with yourself) and drink water! Byeioo!~

                              [~*~]

Roman cleaned his hands on his jeans before stretching his back and sighing in relief when a small ‘pop’ came from it. The pal from the nearby library was a cool person – not that he would ever allow the other to hear this, because, damn, people who called Roman cocky definitely haven’t met them yet – but equally precise in get on his nerves with as few words as possible, even though the florist didn’t care that much as his dramatics discourses tried to convince everyone he did. 

Besides that, they was Patton’s friend and even more important, they made an accord with the Flower Shop’s owner and Roman was the one in charge to deliver their biweekly floral arrangement to the library’s decór. However, today Roman managed to win their discussion and therefore a couple of podcast episodes read by them (What? Their voice was quite nice!!).

Roman ignored the small ring of the door’s bell as he entered the Flower Shop, looking around to be sure there was no clients before taking his position behind the balcony, internally thanking how chill Patton was with his employees using phone during the shift as long there wasn’t no one near, especially as he unlocked his screen and a new notification popped in front of him.

Butterflies went immediately crazy on his stomach.

[Message from Panic! At Everywhere]

[P: Hey. So, are you still ok?]

Virgil kicked his blanket out of his bed, already feeling a tad of giddiness spread across his body, a small smirk finding its way to his face without him even realizing. Today was the day. Since when he and Roman talked on the last week about boundaries to be sure nothing had changed and decided Saturday as a good day for their session the one with purple hair couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander, picturing and re-picturing what would happen, even though Roman always insisted to never tell him his plans, wanting to keep everything as a surprise, which definitely didn’t help at all the excitement running on his veins.

Their session.

Their tickle session. It was only eleven in the morning and Virgil could already feel his skin tingle just by imagine Roman��s fingers grazing, dancing on it, carefully looking for all his weak spots both knew so well before coming with an entire new technique that would make the other (almost, barely, hardly) want to jump out of his skin so he could escape from the maddening tickly sensation.

He was going to love it. 

Also, it didn’t help that he spent the previous night and its following morning consuming all his favorite tickle content, dying on the spot (and on the reblogs) and skyrocketing his lee mood to the mountains.

Nevertheless, he tried to play nonchalant as answered the other’s new message.

[Message from Dumb(o)]

[D: Yes.]

[P: Cool.]

[D: You?]

[P: Yep.]

[D: Glad to know, Blushy Bug. Try to not alarm all of our neighborhood with your squeals and giggles before I get there, okay? ~

D: And yeah, plu-e-ase, continue with your so delightful tags on your reblogs, okay, Tickle me Emo? I’m learning so much new information with that. If only I would have an opportunity to use all of them today…]

Virgil snorted, one hand trying to hide his face as he attempted with all his might to ignore the flames taking over his cheeks as the teases sank and the memories from the day he conquered this nickname emerged from the deeps of his mind. So, Princey was already so over his head with being the ler this time? Thinking Virgil would be hiding his face on the pillow, squeaking and tittering helpless? Well, he would have a big storm coming, then.

Virgil got up, his footsteps leading him to the clean desk in the room, moving some of the objects so carefully chosen in order to get the perfect picture. Every single makeup  brush lined, gleaming under the lens of his camera, away enough so the viewer would be able to realize all their individualities but close enough to create an impact. 

Two can play this game.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent an image]

Roman clicked on it, eyes going immediately wide as he quickly slammed the cellphone’s screen on his red apron, his gaze running from a place to another to be sure no one was near or had seen the conversation or noticed the way his smile went from an ear to another.

[P: Nah. I’m too occupied choosing the perfect tools for today… I mean, there are just so many options, ya know? I especially prefer the smallest ones, their bristles softly running on my ribs, tracing their way across my tummy to get to the other side… yeah. That is the good stuff. Or maybe we could be experimenting the biggest ones today, letting them tease that spot right under my chin, the softness engulfing all the nerves… ]

Roman took a deep breath, realizing the other still typing.

[P: Anyway, don’t make a big deal of this, ‘kay? I know your imagination can be very fertile but try to not alert Patton with all your blush and twitching. You know he is a curious guy and will want to know why you’re so smiley. ;)]

    “Pai amado, (Dear God) he is going to kill me.” Roman crossed his arms, using all his will to no start wiggling them to nothing, a sudden urge to sing some nursery rhymes making him begin to humming quietly as attempted to gather enough concentration to type a proper, cool reply.

[D: Is that so? So, the big, badass Virgil Storm is excited to get all his tickly-tickle-tickles today? Is he excited to become a so helpless, so adorable mess of giggles and squeaks? To be teased and tickled until he can do nothing but give me those lovely snorts and wiggly-wiggles? ~

Awww. So cute. ~]

[P: Yeah, I am. So what? Wanna do something about that, Sir Sing a Lot? 

Ops, I forgot you’re at work rn. Tsc. Such a pity. Well, guess I will have to kill some time by looking at your precious collection of feathers, see if I find something interesting there.]

[D: You just wait for when I get home.]

[P: :)]

Virgil laid his phone at his side, hiding his face on the mattress, kicking just like he was some teenager in love from those generic movies. The squeals bubbled out from his lips, smiles blooming. He knew he probably was just digging his own grave, but, ha, as if he would fall without a fight. Plus, imagining Roman trying at every cost to keep a straight expression while reading his texts and then struggling to continue his work just as if nothing had happened, with that cute, excited smile planted on his face made a proud wave of power – and joy - hit him and that was a bonus which was worth it. 

Then his phone vibrated, indicating a new notification and a new flood of shivers as he unlocked his screen, freezing for a couple of heartbeats with the length of the message.  

[D: A poem for my dear Knightmare. ~

Once upon a time

There was a wiggley-wiggly lee

That just a few pokes

Made him giggle with glee

Some scribbles here

Some scratches there

You can tickle-tickle

He is ticklish everywhere!

What, you don’t believe me?

‘That much cute he can’t be!’

Well, then allow me to demonstrate

All the beautiful sounds he can create!

Give a few prodding on his ribs

And a quick digging on his hips

Some brushes on his toesies and feet

And don’t forget about these helpless pits!

(And hey, psst, if you squeeze his sides

The cutie, squeaky, wiggly lee,

Will be squealing in a happy delight)

This neck is also asking for tickly-kisses 

He always denies, always desire

Add to that some teasy whispers

And watch his cheeks be set on fire!

Once upon a time

There was a bratty, smug lee

That just a few tickle teases

Can make him a blushy mess

Just like now, you see!]

[…]

“Have a nice day. Thank you for coming!”

Roman waved to the client who got out from the Flower Shop, taming the smugness which threatened to take over his features as he realized that even though an hour had passed, no answer to his last text had arrived yet. He was perfectly aware of how weak Virgil was for any sort of rhymed tease and a whole poem – not his best, he had to admit – dedicated to him? He could almost see the other shrieking, hiding his red face on the pillow, lost in a mess of quiet peals of laughter and curses. His smile got even bigger, swelled in pride. And, well, if he couldn’t help it but push his luck a few inches further, his fingers already halfway to typing a small, itsy bitsy, new tease to his favorite emo lee, how could someone really blame him?

[D: Oh, sorry. Did I make the scary Virgil too much flustered to talk? Awww, I will miss your sassy remarks deeply and sing a ballad in your honor at the funeral. ~] 

He snorted at the amount of time the symbol of ‘typing’ appeared and disappeared on the conversation, using the ten minutes he took to be answered to organize a few sales signs on the glass in front of the store, gaining a dance on his step as the one-worded sentence shone on his phone.

[P: Bitch.]

[D: I have no idea of what you’re talking about. Is that something I said? I feel wounded.]

But a new thing popped up.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a video]

[P: :)]

It seemed like hours passed, even if he knew the downloading probably didn’t really take more than a few pieces of minute for him to hit the play.

The focus of the camera took a few seconds to adjust, the image trembling and shaking before going still, the crystal clear form of a small light brown, slightly spiked feather twirling between Virgil’s index and thumb locking his eyes on the screen. A quick, quiet sigh could be heard before the tickle tool descended to the palm extended on a desk, stopping by Virgil’s pulse.

The bristles grazed the skin there as the feather began to move on slow strokes, going from the left to the right, left and right, left and right… calmly making its way up, changing to small swirls as it contorted the form of the hand, giving to each finger a light tracing before concentrating on the palm, drawing a spiral which approximated inch by inch to the center. If Roman wasn’t so quiet, - even holding his breath, - maybe he wouldn’t be able to listen the incredibly low, contained huffs of laughter on the background, a soft snort escaping and making both hands tremble as the bristles hit the center of his hand, dancing around the spot for a bit. 

When it stopped, the tool was placed on the desk and then the camera started to move, stopping on Roman’s so very well-known golden with silver details box. Its lid laid next to it, letting its entire content to be proudly shown. The explosion of colors from the most diverse large, small, pointy, fluffy feathers took over the frame, however, a tiny piece of paper placed on the exact center of them was what captured his attention. The lens zoomed and focused, making him able to read the quick message written there.

“:)”

And then the screen went black. The video was over. 

Roman could feel his face being almost split in half by his grin, his fingers hitting the table top in complete frenzy since they hadn’t to hold the device anymore, curling and uncurling as the one who couldn’t just stay still started to bounce his right leg, ignoring the redness he felt crippling down his neck.

“Roman?”

He fully shrieked. Both him and Patton startled and jumped a few centimeters in the air with the sudden sound. The florist slapping his own hand on his mouth, trying with all his inner strength to stop the bubbly giggles which flooded non stop from his lips

“Sorry for the scare, kiddo,” the shine on his eyes free of any guilt as Patton bit his own knuckles proved the contrary, especially when the rest of an awed squeal escaped from his lips, only making the other to giggle harder, eyes closed, blush deepening and nose scrunched. “Aww, your giggles are so cute!” 

“Shuhuhush!!” The Flower Shop owner just smiled fondly, withholding his comments and patiently waiting for the other to recompose himself. When Roman looked at least a tad calmer he decided to make his decision to talk to him clear.

“I’m glad you’re in a good mood, Ro! I just wanted to remember today’s shift is already over. I need a bit of time to organize everything before the painter comes so we can discuss the new design of the Flower Shop. Thank you so much for the ideas, by the way! I can’t wait for you all to see the result! It will be so pretty!!” Roman’s wide eyes were enough of an explanation of why he wasn’t ready to go yet, probably having forgotten about their last month conversation. Although, the surprised look was away in an instant, a shine taking over his glare before he softened, locking his eyes with Patton.

“Of course, it will be, Patty-cake! With my magnificent ideas and your good taste, I really don’t think any other result besides wonderful and perfection will be possible!” He squeezed Patton’s cheeks and his friend stuck out his tongue at him, winning a quick poke on his ribs that made him squirms and yelp, quickly tittering and waving the other with his hands.

“Now shoo-shoo, go enjoy your afternoon!”

A devious smirk gleamed on Roman’s expression for a second. “You can count on it, Padre.” But then it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Thank you, my mighty hero in a shiny armor! May the universe let our destiny align again in the future.”

“See ya, kiddo!” He replied, his tune also full of joy, watching the one with red hair going away, a happy bounce on his steps.

[…]

Virgil picked the phone in the first ring. “Roman, something happened?”

“Nope,” the purple lover sighed in relief, all the tension getting out of his body and being replaced by confusion, “nothing happened except that a handsome, incredible someone got out from his work earlier than expected and might be heading his home by now.”

That made Virgil shot up, biting his lower lip, butterflies freaking out. “No.” It was his whisper.

“Oh, yes. ~” Roman practically purred on the speaker. “any last words, my dear, defenseless Giggly Storm?”

Virgil just giggled and Roman had almost forgotten how that sound only was enough to spread an explosion of a warm, good feeling on his chest. “Aw, and here I was thinking I would have at least some challenge today. ~” He continued to tease.

Silence. 

“Go check your messages, Princeypie.”

And then he hung up. Roman fondly rolled his eyes, running to check the new notification on their conversation.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a photo]

It was Virgil, sitting on his bed criss crossed, one elbow resting on his thigh as he took the picture on the body mirror on the other side of the room, a strong blush very visible on his face half hidden by the device, wearing a short and Roman’s red crop top. A new message popped right under the photo.

[P: Get your butt here and tickle me, Sir Sing a Lot.’]

This emo was going to be the death of him.

[D: Aww, I don’t even get a smile?]

[P: You gotta work for those, Princey.]

Virgil definitely did not jump nor yelp as he heard the low, dangerous tune of an “evil” laughter echoes in the house coming from the living room, the sound of the front door being closed making his flight instincts kick in.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Virgil was already halfway to the most far away room where he could escape, trying to keep his reputation as he heard another set of footsteps quickly getting ground and following right behind him. Laughter and squeaks mixed in the air.

“Because I will.” Roman answered.