#movemovemove

[zimthandmade]

Felt like drawing some Near as warmups today. I think the guy has zoomies. Where he just gotta MOVEMOVEMOVE

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[softfeelingsandangstywriting]

my thoughts about how Stanley got into the In-Between in the HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB au :3 bc he's my son and i am in terrible terrible pain. i just got a little silly and neeeeeded to get this out of my brain

@a-scary-lack-of-common-sense i'm lowkey (highkey) sure you didn't want 2 be pinged but here is my offering (ricky, when i catch you ricky. when i catch you ricky. ricky when i catch you ricky. ricky when i catch you ricky--)

uhh word count is ~600, just a little baby drabble

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Shadows. Gold and red, triangles and hands and overwhelming fear.

Stanley.

Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, the cause for Ford’s own terror, he was with the gold and not the scarlet, but he was not supposed to be there, so close to the screaming dangerdangerdangerdangerdanger.

So far from them, he could see his brother's lips moving, moving fast, no doubt speaking whatever he thought may get him out of the situation.

Good, Ford thought bitterly. The demon was his problem and his problem alone, born of his own foolishness.

He’d be damned if Stanley found his way into its maw because of him. He needed to get up, get going, movemovemove before he lost something so dear to him once more. Fidds had been enough to teach him his lesson right and proper.

(Stanford tried to ignore that he’d almost missed the universe’s cue. That he’d almost continued his work towards the likely end of his species.)

No, no– He was almost stilled by the choking darkness, as though he were moving through a sea of molasses to get to his brother. The great beast’s eye did not move, but he could feel its look upon his skin, boring through flesh and sinew and bone into the very depths of his skull. His struggles had drawn its attention.

Yet still, it did not look as starved as it did trapped.

And its newest victim was its only likely way out.

STANLEY!

His voice, though loud in his ears, rang out exactly nowhere. This damn place, trapping him as a witness. Could he fight it? Could he push against it? Where even was he?? A mindscape? If so, who’s? Stanley’s? Because this was a very depressing mind if so. But it wasn’t his, and he had incredible doubts it was Cipher’s. And that was hinging on the question of if they could enter his or not.

A dream, maybe. He prayed it was a terrible, awful, fever-dream vivid nightmare.

That he was very much consciously thinking about and aware of. He wasn’t one to experience lucid dreams, they’d never come to him as easily as they did–

Right, Stanley. Stanley. How had he forgotten? It was, quite literally, the most important task at hand. He needed to try and do something, fight against the oppressing disgust the place was beginning to cause him and the way it felt as though it was beginning to crawl into his limbs and settle there, weighing him down.

Shit. Keep moving, keep kicking. If he stopped he might not try again to get up and that would leave his twin all on his lonesome.

Red and yellow and white and black black black black black black black black– It was all alarmingly starting to mix together in his swimming head. It was getting to him.

What was getting to him?

Right. Stan. Stan. He had to move. The scarlet was being swallowed up by the grow of the golden glow and that was never a good sign.

Stanley still wasn’t looking at him, he’d hardly moved besides the short, uncomfortable fidgets Ford knew of him (they hadn’t talked in so long. Did he get any back from their childhood, out from under pa’s thumb? Did he lose any? How well did he even still know his brother?) and the occasional glance around when the triangle had moved.

Oh, but now he was hastily backing up. A good idea. Ford was closer, but still not close enough.

Not enough to reach Stanley. Not enough to stop the gilded arm that grabbed at his twin while Ford shrieked.

Up it went, the pyramid breaking its shape to bend backwards and

down

and

down

and

down.

And Stanley was gone.

[tenderleavesbob]

Next part to this Uniwars fic, unrelated to my OTHER Uniwars fics. 😂

Warriors didn't remember what happened. He didn't remember how he went from two legs to four.

He had been fighting alongside the others. Warriors remembered that much. Time had shouted and Warriors thought that the enemy had been spotted. He remembered being excited.

Warriors's next memory was waking up with Twilight as Wolfie talking to him.

His heart pounded so hard now that he thought it was going to explode in his chest. He needed to movemovemove and he didn't really care in what direction. He was running and his four legs felt alien but they still moved beautifully under him.

Danger danger, his mind chanted. Run run.

Run fight run fight.

It felt like Warriors drank too much potion. His head pounded and his blood rushed through his veins and he couldn't see the danger but knew it was there. He heard the howl again and knew it was Wolfie, knew it was Twilight, but Warriors couldn't bring himself to stop running.

His chest was beginning to hurt. His legs burned. He was beginning to feel dizzy.

Wolfie sprinted beside him. He was panting hard, tongue lolling out of his mouth, but he still fought to keep pace with Warriors. "Stop running!" he shouted. "You're going to hurt yourself! Stop!"

Wolfie. Twilight. His brother.

It took more effort than Warriors would have ever expected, but he snorted breathlessly and willed his legs to slow. His heart was still pounding and the feel of danger refused to abate. When he finally managed to stop, he was shaking and drenched in sweat. Wolfie whined.

"This isn't good," Wolfie murmured. "You look like a mess. Captain, are you back with me? Can you hear me?"

Warriors whinnied. It sounded pathetic to him. "What happened? Why do I have four legs? Where are the others? How did I transform? Is --"

Wolfie barked at him. Warriors snorted and reared before he could stop himself. Wolfie jumped back to avoid his sharp hooves. "You need to get in control! You're familiar with horses, and I don't think unicorns are too different. You need to calm yourself down and get back in control."

Fight or flight. No one did it quite like a horse... or a unicorn, it seemed. That was insane. A unicorn? How did that happen?

He whinnied in distress. Wolfie whined again.

"You'll be okay," Wolfie soothed him. "I'm right here with you. I'm not leaving you. We just need to find Sky, and the Master Sword can restore you to your normal shape. We'll be okay."

Warriors snorted and pawed at the ground. He immediately hated that and stilled himself. His body didn't feel like his own and at the same time it did. He hated it. "What happened? Where is Sky? Where is everyone?"

Wolfie's body curled on itself. "I don't know. When I woke up, it was just you and me. I didn't recognize where we were."

"Do you think the others were transformed, too?" It felt like his heart was still racing in his chest. His legs felt restless. A distressed cry was building in his throat, but Warriors refused to let it escape.

"I don't know," Wolfie admitted, "but between the two of us, I'm sure we can find them again!" He hesitated, and his ears went back. "I think there might have been a portal. I'm not sure. This doesn't look like the era we were just in, though."

No, it didn't. They had been in Hyrule's era. This land looked far fresher, greener. More alive. A whinny fought to escape. "It doesn't look familiar at all," Warriors agreed. He sounded steady. He didn't feel steady at all, but at least he sounded steady.

"Let's rest," Wolfie said. "Then we'll look for them. Okay?"

It was rare that Wolfie, that Twilight, took charge. Warriors couldn't remember a time Twilight ever did that with him. Warriors huffed a rough breath and made himself settle. He didn't do it often, but Warriors was grateful for it.

"Okay," he said.

[zestialtheancient]

Dove kept to the shadows as she activated her wings, wincing from the pain as they emerged. Taking to the skies, she kept to a decent level in the event her wings would glitch out. Even though she was keeping them put longer, it wasn't enough to keep her in the skies. Now discovering she had some healing capabilities, as well as magic abilities, she thought of the Overlord considering he had vast knowledge in that area. She quickly spotted the Overlord, about to call out his name when she felt her wings about to dissappear, her tone slightly pitched in panic, "Are you kidding me right now?!"

Dove had no choice but to make a rapid decent towards him, and not running him down in the process. She decided to get his attention as her arms flailed shouting, "MOVEMOVEMOVEMOVE!!! I CAN'T SLOW DOWN!!!! MOVEMOVEMOVE!!!"

*zestial poofs out of the way*

Welcome back.

[vox-tv-demon]

Activating her wings in the alleyway, Dove took flight as she went to see Vox. There were still too many unanswered questions about her origin, and who better to find Intel than someone who has access to most forms of media? No sooner was she near the building that her wings began to glitch out, panic filling her eyes, "Shit shit shit not again!"

Her gaze fell on her target, her arms flailing about as she shouted "MOVEMOVEMOVE!"

Vox teleported up into the air, grabs her, and teleports back down again. When they were both safely down on the floor, he turned to her, clutching his chest in pain slightly. "Are you alright?" He asked her.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Cycles on Cycles on Cycles

by canaryfuture As much as Peter felt comfortable staying in his designated ditch, he dustied his clothes off and went up the tiny hill, nearly stumbling onto the cracked road. He couldn't remember. Couldn't place a name on a face, or find a face in a memory that just wasn't there. He didn't have a wallet or a location to strive for, and something kept telling him to movemovemove. And he had to do it. He just had to keep on moving. Words: 6311, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Batfamily Members (DCU) Relationships: Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Batfamily Members & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dimension Travel, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Amnesia, Homeless Peter Parker, Jason Todd Tries to Be a Good Parent, more like good mentor figure, Canon-Typical Violence, Peter Parker is Trying His Best, Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, everyone is trying their best, Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/aZWhzVO

[snowangeldotmp3]

Spider nance spider nance sPIDER NANCE

does whatever a spider-nance can!

Doctor Octavius. One of the scientists who help create the Rainbow Room with Brenner.

There is something wrong. Doctor Octavius’s eyes are blank, like there’s nothing behind them. Like she isn’t there. Like someone else is in charge, controlling her, pulling the strings.

“Doctor Octavius?” Nancy reaches a hand out, despite every instinct inside of her telling her not to.

Her spider-sense blares a new warning through her mind, one that’s making the hair raise on her arms through the suit.

MOVEMOVEMOVE.

Nancy steps back, just as shadowy tendrils slither from Doctor Octavius’s back, lifting her up like a marionette on display.

bully me into writing lol <3

[crownonacat]

Prompt#28: Vainglory

Spoilers: ARR ending

TW: None

Back before, way back before when Gaius was the only threat Clow has dealt with- the half dozen primals besides - there is a moment of vainglory, a moment where it feels like the end of his journey with the Scions and as Warrior of Light is at hand and that after this whole debacle was over and done with he'd just be a regular adventurer again.

The fight with the Ultima Weapon and then Lahabrea literally takes everything out of him. Every ounce of energy, every piece of aether that he can muster to bring to bear in dodging, attacking, hoping somehow that at the end of this road he'd be able to get out alive but not necessarily completely intact. There are many moments  with the green laser that fires across the little room he has, the balls of eldritch fire that materialize with a little gesture of Lahabrea's- with Thancred's hands that he thinks he's going to lose a limb, a torso, feeling at the very least in his arms, in his legs.

Rhitatyn had already caused burns that criss-crossed his torso and up his arms, hands. Those had yet to heal entirely, the wounds still somewhat tender to the touch.

When Lahabrea summons fire again his initial reaction isn't movemovemove but 'fuck, again?'

So when its over and the castrum is a smoking carcass and Clow's vision is darkening at the edges in a fantastic mix of exhaustion - both magical and 'twelve, my thighs hurt" - and adrenaline that keeps him awake, he genuinely for a moment things he'd closed the book on all the life-saving adventures. Of course that ends the second another primal is summoned, and never occurs after that because it's foolish to think people wouldn't want to utilize such a useful pawn, but it exists.

[rebelpuff]

@whatscanon

the   buzzing   under   her   skin   hasn't   stopped.   her   mind   hasn't   known   silence   ,   and   there's   nothing   to   be   done   about   it   except   to   move   ,   move   ,   MOVE    —    breakbreakBREAK.   she   hasn't   spared   a   thought   to   butch   in   a   while   ,   but   suddenly   she's   here   thinking   about   him.   she   always   knew   him   better   than   the   rest   of   them   ,   shared   something   with   him   that   even   his   brothers   couldn't   understand.   she   thinks   she   gets   it   now    —    what   he   felt   right   before   he   lost   all   control   ,   before   he   went   berserk   ,   the   nonstop   sensation   to   movemovemove   and   breakbreakbreak   ,   to   do   any   goddamn   thing   to   SILENCE   the   screaming   in   her   head. 

(   they've   always   known   this   was   possible.   that   the   greens   ,   for   their   excess   in   chemical   x   ,   are   fundamentally   less   stable.   she   just   didn't   think   it   would   happen   NOW.   )

she   doesn't   know   what   to   do.   for   the   first   time   ever   ,   SHE   DOESN'T   KNOW   WHAT   TO   DO.

buttercup's   never   been   one   for   plans   ,   not   in   the   a   plus   b   equals   c   way   ,   but   she's   always   known   what   to   do.   known   what   comes   next.   there's   nothing   now   ,   because   she's   done   it   all. 

she   did   it.

she   killed   him.

she   knew   she'd   do   it.   in   some   distant   part   of   her   mind   ,   she   wonders   if   her   sisters   knew   she'd   do   it   someday   too   —    knew   that   she   would   NEVER   let   them   make   that   decision   ,   knew   that   she'd   never   make   them   live   with   the   guilt   of   it.   the   same   guilt   that   won't   leave   her   alone   ,   that   has   nowhere   to   go. 

she   lost   her   MIND   afterwards   ,   but   not   like   this.   she   ended   the   battle    —    destroyed   the   enemy   and   their   puppet   and   ran   away   ,   trying   desperately   not   to   see   the   blood   on   her   hands   or   the   way   the   hatred   softened   once   he   was   no   longer   being   controlled.   he   was   himself   when   he   passed   ,   when   his   blood   coated   them   both   and   he   gasped   his   last   ,   rattly   breath.   she   can   see   his   face   imprinted   into   her   memory   ,   the   ghost   of   it   floating   behind   her   eyelids   every   time   she   closed   her   eyes. 

he   should   have   taken   her   with   him. 

HE   SHOULD   HAVE   TAKEN   HER   WITH   HIM.

because   what   now   ?   she   lives   with   this   ?   she   spends   the   rest   of   her   life   knowing   her   sisters   hate   her   ,   see   the   accusation   in   their   face    —    know   that   they're   right   if   they   decide   to   never   speak   to   her   again.   she   killed   their   father. 

she   killed   the   professor.

she   killed   her   dad. 

she   killed   their   dad.

she   cannot   fucking   BREATHE.

this   is   worse   than   all   her   nightmares.

she   knew   she'd   do   this.   she   knew   if   it   ever   came   down   to   it   ,   if   someone   manipulated   the   professor   enough   to   be   a   threat   ,   she'd   be   the   one   to   end   him   ,   rather   than   let   him   kill   her   sisters.   she   had   nightmares   about   it.   woke   up   SCREAMING   and   shaking   and   horrified.   but   she   always   WOKE   UP. 

her   dreams   stopped   before   they   got   to   the   part   where   she'd   have   to   deal   with   this.

she   doesn't   even   know   where   to   start.

“   i'm   sorry    —    ”   the   words   are   gasped   out   and   so   goddamn   fucking   useless.   what   the   hell   does   sorry   mean   ?   what   the   fuck   is   it   going   to   do   ?   they're   FATHERLESS   now   and   it's   her   stupid   fault.   she   can   still   feel   his   blood   under   her   fingernails   and   she   won't   ever   be   clean.

[devdragon]

MoveMoveMove

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[deadpanwalking]

@pollyjean nothing defines feral better than this illustration,

[angelatmidnight1]

Could you do a mirage x reader?

Hi! I'm so sorry this is late. I hope you like it. It's based off of the first reader insert fic I did.

Made You Look

Mirage finds out that you’re ticklish through your interactions with Octane, and he’s the last person you’d want to know about it. You can’t shake his playful gaze, and it gets worse the more you try to ignore it. You’re smart enough to avoid getting caught alone with him. At least, you thought you were. The Mirage that you’re looking at is a decoy; the real one is behind you.

Hot pizzas and cold drinks were an awesome way to wind down after a long week. At least, that’s what Mirage thought. After giving the delivery driver a generous tip, he brought the food into the ship’s common room and set it down on the table. That’s when he heard it: a high pitched yelp, followed by a crash and more screaming. Usually, that wasn’t a concerning thing to hear on the ship. When chaotic Legends, like Octane, Rampart, or even Fuse were all put together in one space, loud noises became a regular occurrence. In a way, it became normal.

But the scream he heard wasn’t normal. It sounded like someone had fallen, or they were under attack. Elliott frowned; now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen Revenant lately…

Taking a breath, he ventured towards the noise. What started off as screams actually ended up as laughter.

He raised a brow and poked his head into the next lounge room.“Look, I’m the last guy who’d wanna ruin anyone’s fun, but…WHOA!” Elliott jumped out of the way as you burst out of the room.

“MOVEMOVEMOVE!” You screamed as you dashed down the hallway.

You’d spent the last hour messing with Octavio, teasing him about losing his last game to you. The last thing you did set him off; you claimed that maybe he wasn’t as fast as he thought he was, threw his mask across the room, and booked it. Well, Octane had enough of your shenanigans, and he was next to come running out, hot on your heels. All Elliott saw was a green dash whiz past him.

“Get back here!” Octavio growled. He easily caught up with you and leapt forward, tackling you and sending both of you crashing to the ground. You screamed again, and Elliott hurried after the two of you.

“Hey, take it easy! Or, ya know, at least don’t kill each other!” He called, quickening his steps to catch up to you both. “We do enough of that in the…”

The trickster gaped at what he saw; you, pinned down under Octane, and him tickling the crap outta you. You beat at his hands as they danced all over your torso, filling up the hallway with your laughter.

“Still got jokes, amigo/a? Huh?” Octavio smirked, reaching underneath your arms and scratching away at your armpits. You arched your back, squealing.

“NOohohohohohohoho! Ah! Stahahahahahap!” You protested, further trapping his hands as you squeezed your arms against your sides. “It’s nohohohot a johohohke if it’s truhuhue!”

The speedster narrowed his eyes and pulled his hands free, trailing back down to your ribs and sides. You laughed even louder and writhed against the ground. “It’s not true, you had Che’s help! Too bad she’s not here to help you now, eh?” He answered, chuckling. He used his thumbs to knead at the spaces between the ribs and the fleshiest parts of your sides. You swatted at his hands again, cackling, and he pinned your wrists above your head. “Not that it would’ve mattered! You’re so slow, I could’ve walked and caught up to you.”

You pulled against his grip, your response lost within the laughter. If you hadn’t been laughing so hard, you would’ve noticed that Elliott was still standing there, now watching the scene with amusement. When he first met you, he flirted with you nonstop, claiming that he was simply giving you a warm welcome. But he had no idea that you were ticklish! He smiled and put his hands in his pockets, stepping over the two of you to get back to the main lounge.

“Ya know what, I’ll just let you two sort it out. Don’t take too long though! Pizza’ll get cold.”

Not even the promise of pizza was enough to quell Octane’s wrath. Your head snapped up to Elliott while you made futile attempts to free up your arms. “WAHAHAHAHAIT!” You screamed as Octavio clawed at your belly, making your laughter take on a desperate pitch. “DOHOHOHN’T LEHEHEAVE MEHEHE, ELLIHOHOHOHTT!”

“Huh?” Elliott turned around and cupped his ear, as if he couldn’t hear you. “What’d you say? Sorry, it’s hard to hear you over there, (Y/N). Tell me later!”

“NO—“ You called after him, but the trickster left, leaving you victim to Octavio’s tickle attack…

When you saw Mirage again, he had a steaming pizza in his hand, and you were red in the face from laughing so hard. Elliott leaned against the frame of the door, a smirk gracing his lips. “You kids having fun?”

Octane glanced up from what he was doing—presently going to town on your neck—and slapped on a massive smile, “Sí, and it seems like (Y/N) is having a blast too…” He drilled his thumb into your underarm, making you shriek.

Mirage set down the pizza and plopped down onto the couch, pulling free a slice and laying back and smiling at the scene. “I can tell! (Y/N) is being super loud!” He had to speak up to talk over your cackles.

Eventually, Octane released you and got up to join Elliott. He collapsed on the couch next to the trickster and snatched a piece of pizza from Mirage’s plate. The older man glared at the younger and turned his body to shield his food. You, on the other hand, were currently sprawled out on the floor, struggling to catch your breath. The smell of pizza was heavenly, but you could hardly move a muscle because you were so tired.

“Come on, compadre, get up!” Octane teased, stuffing his face with yet another piece—that was his fourth.

Thankfully, Elliott had made more than one and had gotten up to retrieve it when the daredevil ate half of the other one. Mirage got back from the kitchen and knelt beside you, poking you in the side. You violently twitched and curled into yourself, glaring daggers into the older man. He snickered and got back to his feet, returning to his spot on the couch.

“Just makin’ sure you’re still with us, buddy. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t check on you?” Elliott grinned. You scoffed and pushed yourself up into a sitting position. Maybe it was just you, but the trickster was giving you an awfully big smile. You’d even argue that it was too big.

“You’d be a better friend if you weren’t helping Octavio bully me.” You answered, giving Octane a side eye as you went to get some pizza. Octavio smirked and made a fake crying face at you, and you would’ve throttled him if you weren’t so tired. Mirage chuckled.

“I didn’t see any bullying! What I saw was perfectly innocent.” He argued. “Plus, it made you laugh.”

While you were getting your food, he swung his legs up on the couch. He elbowed Octavio. Octane flinched and gave him a strange look, watching him motion to you, to the couch, and then back to you. It took him a minute to realize what he wanted, but by the time you returned with your plate, Octavio had brought his legs up on the opposite side of the couch. Now, the only seat available to you was the one right next to Elliott.

Your eye twitched. You sat down beside the trickster, but leaned as far into the arm of the couch as possible. Maybe you’d be able to enjoy your food before it got cold. Well, Mirage left you alone for the first few bites. But then, he cozied up right next to you, trapping you between him and the couch. You peered wearily at him, taking small bites of your pizza. He didn’t do much, just sat there… smiling… watching… to say it made you slightly afraid is a monumental understatement. Eventually, you convinced yourself to just eat your food and ignore him, and you found yourself relaxing, just a smidge.

That’s all until you felt Elliott’s arm drape around your shoulders. You choked mid-chew and froze, staring up into that smug smile of his.

“So, (Y/N), when were you gonna tell me?” Elliott whispered into your ear, grinning wider as you fidgeted under his touch. By now, you were pretty much immune to the trickster’s charm, but that’s not why you were nervous. You knew what was coming, and everything about his actions told you that it was coming fast. Still, you were determined to play it cool. The other Legends hadn’t shown up for their pizza yet, so there was still hope.

“...Tell you what?”

You tried to appear uninterested while you took another bite of your pizza. But, Mirage was smarter than he let on. He moved his arm from your shoulders to your torso, squeezing your side. You yelped and went to jerk from the sensation, but Elliott held strong. Thankfully, Octavio had the tiniest attention span in the world, and was browsing his phone during the exchange.

“That you’re ticklish.” Elliott smirked. Instead of squeezing again, he gently stroked up your side, making you snicker. You held onto what was left of your food with one hand, trying to fend him off with the other one.

“I wahahsn’t gohohing to! Leheheave mehehe alohohne!” You whined. Mirage beamed and easily dodged your flailing hand, drumming his fingers at your rib cage.

“Nope! You can’t keep secrets from your greatest friend in the Outlands.” He laughed, jumping back to your side when you almost grabbed him. “It’s against the law. Should be, anyway.”

You squealed and sent the remnants of pizza flying, unable to successfully bat him away with one hand. The crust bounced off of Octavio’s head before it found the floor. Octane cringed and finally looked up from his phone. He glanced at the discarded pizza, then smirked at the scene beside him.

“Now you’re throwing food at me? That’s it!” Octane hopped across the couch so that you were now pinned between him and Mirage. You paled and went to push yourself off the couch.

“Nonono! I dihihidn’t---AH! ELLIOTT!”

The only response you got was a shit-eating grin as he jabbed you again in the rib. Then, while you were fighting off his hands, Octavio added to the chaos by squeezing your sides. Now you were really screwed. You screamed and shrieked, bucking around like a fish out of water. Both the boys couldn’t help but laugh; the sight of you thrashing around, making an assortment of sounds, was just too hilarious. Just before they could really tickle you, Pathfinder bounded into the lounge with Lifeline and D.O.C, bringing the tickle attack to a halt.

“Friends!” He greeted, cradling the drone like a baby. “I hope you saved enough pizza for us! I want to teach D.O.C. all about what my human friends eat so that he can grow up to be smart, like his daddy!”

Ajay let out an exasperated sigh. “Path, for the last time…D.O.C. ain’t ya kid. He’s mass produced…and ya ain’t gettin’ cheese all over my health drone!” She huffed, taking D.O.C. out of his arms. Path’s shoulders slouched and his monitor displayed a sad emoji; so, against her better judgment, she handed the drone back to him. “Ugh, fine…gwan get me a slice. But D.O.C. can only watch…understand?”

Path happily nodded and ran off to get the pizza. Ajay shook her head and finally turned to you, Mirage, and Octane. She blinked; you were still squished between them, and your face was red.

“(Y/N), ya alright?” The medic approached you, her eyebrows knit with concern. “Ya look…flustered.”

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. The men dispersed with the biggest, smuggest grins on their faces, and it only made Che even more suspicious.

Lifeline’s presence made it possible for you to enjoy a full slice of pizza uninterrupted. Eventually, the other Legends poured into the room, drawn by the scent of food. Someone suggested turning on a movie. Surely with Ajay beside you, you’d be safe from Mirage and Octane’s antics, right?

Well, about halfway into the movie, Ajay excused herself to turn in for the night. The doctor was so tired from working in the medbay all day and couldn’t keep her eyes open. Octane, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still anymore and ran off to do something else. That left Mirage, Gibraltar, Horizon, and Wraith in your immediate vicinity. Dr. Somers was seated on your left and, because Lifeline left, there was a free seat to your right. You glanced at Mirage, hoping that he didn’t notice. But, not only did he notice, he gave you a cheeky grin as he got up and walked towards you.

You panicked, gathering the blanket Ajay had given you and bringing your legs up onto the couch. This didn’t deter the trickster, though; he marched right up to you and picked your legs up, moving them back onto the floor. You yelped in protest, earning a few stares, but Elliott just blinked at you innocently.

“What? This seat’s not taken, is it?” Elliott asked. He scooted as close as he could to you, going as far as pulling some of your blanket over himself. Now he was getting really cocky. You glared at him and wordlessly retreated towards Horizon. The last thing you wanted was to grace him with a response.

After that, it all went downhill. You weren’t even focusing on the movie anymore. All you could focus on was the slightest movement Elliott made as squeezed your knee underneath the blanket. You gasped and flinched.

“Stohop, Elliott!” You hissed between gritted teeth. You pressed a hand to your mouth, trying not to be loud, but the ticklish sensations along your knees made it extremely difficult. Elliott grinned and jumped to your hip, kneading the bone between his fingers.

“I’m not doing anything.” He whispered, extending his arm out to continue tickling as you squirmed away. You bit on your fingers, your snickers getting louder as you kicked at him. Wraith peered over at the two of you, distracted by the commotion, and she frowned.

“Elliott, (Y/N), knock it off.” She demanded. She sat up from her lounging position and glowered. “We can’t hear the movie with you making noise.”

You blushed and, after elbowing Mirage in the side, murmured an apology. You snatched the blanket away from him and laid against the astrophysicist’s arm. Dr. Somers looked at you and gave you a warm smile. She affectionately patted your hand and went back to watching the movie. There was a lull in the movie, and combined with the comforting presence of Horizon, you finally relaxed.

Unbeknownst to you, the trickster scooted back over to you ever so slowly, and snuck one hand underneath the blanket. One poke to your stomach made you scream, startling everyone in the room.

“...You good, bruddah?” Gibby asked, pausing the movie. All eyes were on you and you nodded frantically, blushing bright red.

“Y-Yeah! Sorry, I just…” You leered at the trickster and climbed off of the couch. “I, um…my leg’s cramping, that’s all. I’m just gonna get more popcorn.”

You retreated from the room as fast as you could. You hurried into the kitchen and buried your face into your hands.

Dammit, Elliott. You’re such an ass. You ran your hands through your hair a few times and took a deep breath. Then, as if the universe was against you, you heard footsteps behind you. You cringed; maybe it was Horizon? Wraith?

Nope, it was Elliott. At least, you thought it was. There was more than one way to get to the kitchen, and the trickster sent in a decoy after you.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Let me help you get the popcorn!” He offered. He stepped closer to you, smirking. “It’s on a high shelf, easier if I get it for you.”

An idea popped into your head; if he wanted to pester you so badly, maybe you could give him a taste of his own medicine! You stepped aside and gestured towards the cabinet containing the popcorn, “After you!”

The trickster flashed you a smile and strutted over. You waited for the perfect moment before launching an attack. You gleefully reached for his sides…only for your hands to phase through his torso. You stared in bewilderment; even as the decoy faded away from existence, you remained standing, staring at your hands. You were so enthralled with the notion of being bamboozled, you didn’t hear the rapid footsteps coming up behind it. It was the sensation of fingers squeezing your sides and the shriek leaving your throat that snapped you back to reality.

You lunged forward in an attempt to escape from Elliott. You whirled around, arms wrapped protectively around your torso. Mirage rapidly approached you, mirroring your retreating steps with his own. “You really thought you could pull a fast one on me?” He laughed. He extended his arms out and stretched them towards you with wiggling fingers. “ The good looking, perfectly handsome, king of bamboozles?”

You held up your own arms as a response, frantically looking around for an escape route. “Uh, you commented about your looks twice…” You mentioned, desperate not to get walked back into a corner.

Mirage grinned. “That’s because I’m that handsome. Anyway, back to you…” A mischievous smile spread across his face and, out of nowhere, he launched forward.

No amount of flailing or backpedaling away from him helped to protect you. He jabbed you in the ribs again, again, and again. Eventually, you were reduced to a squealing mess on the floor—your knees had given out, making you tumble to the ground. Mirage followed you to the ground, hovering over you, and pulled your arms off of your torso. He held them away from you with one hand, his other hand poking and prodding your stomach. You immediately burst out laughing, the ticklish jolts crashing onto you like a tidal wave.

“NOHOHOHOHO! GEHEHEHET OFF!” You screamed, not even caring if the others heard you at this point. Smirking, Mirage vibrated his hand across your stomach and ended up on your sides, where he repeatedly pinched them.

“Nope! There can only be one trickster around here, and that’s me.” He answered. You laughed even harder and arched your back, but Elliott easily stayed in place. “So I guess someone has to teach you a lesson! That someone being yours truly, of course.”

“WHAHAHAHAHAHT?!” You drummed your legs on the floor as he fluttered his nails against your rib cage. “Yohohuhu cahahn’t behehe seheherious! I dihihihdn’t dohohoho anythihihihng!”

Mirage joined in on your laughter. He slowed the tickling down to gentle strokes along each rib bone, giving you an opportunity to breathe.

“You totally did! First, you hid the super awesome secret that you’re ticklish from me. Me, of all people! And just now, you tried to bamboozle me!” He insisted, now poking at the spaces between each bone. You snickered and twisted your torso around. “That is unaccess—unac—I won’t stand for it!”

The trickster found a sensitive rib on each side of your rib cage, making you squeal. You pulled at your arms, testing his grip, but they didn’t move an inch. “Thahahat’s nohohot truhuhue!” You yelped. Although you were partially lying, you hadn’t been hiding anything! If anything, this was exactly why you didn’t tell him about how ticklish you were. “I wahahahasn’t—ah!”

Elliott suddenly jumped to the crook of your neck and scritched away. You sputtered and threw your head around, trying to trap his fingers, but all he had to do was switch to another side. You giggled madly and tried to protest, which only encouraged him to tickle even faster.

“Stahahahaha!” You whined. Mirage snickered, amused by your squirming, and he ducked his head down towards you.

“Aw, don’t you sound adorable! Try again, buddy, I don’t know what you’re saying!” He teased, beaming as your cheeks turned red. You glared at him, or at least tried to. Your eyes were tearing up from how hard you were laughing.

“Stahahahahap tihihihickling mehehehe!” You yelled, finally managing to squish his hand between your neck and shoulder. You panted, your eyes darting from him to his hands. Mirage made a dramatic look of realization while tapping his fingers against your neck.

“Oh, stop tickling you?” He repeated, wiggling his hand free from your neck. You didn’t answer, watching his hand slowly drop towards your torso. He rested a hand on your side and chuckled as you tensed up. “And miss out on these cute widdle giggles? No way!”

Instead of tickling your side, he walked his fingers across your stomach. You gasped loudly and arched your back, frantically pulling against his grip.

“NO! Ehehelliott, plehehease…” You pleaded. Elliott looked at you and gave a cheeky smile.

“Bad spot?” He asked, curiously pinching the side of your stomach. You responded by hollering and recoiling to the side. He did it again, just for fun, and laughed as you kicked at the ground. “Wow, I guess it is! Okay, (Y/N), since I’m the nicest guy in the Outlands…”

He held his hand just above the spot, wiggling his fingers in the air. You pinched your eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable…but nothing happened. It wasn’t until you opened your eyes and looked up at Elliott’s grin that filled you with dread.

“I’ll give it lots of tickles, just for you!”

“NO ELLIOTT!”

The trickster released your arms and dug both of his hands into your tummy. You screamed out a laugh and flailed at his hands, unable to get a good grip on them. Although you were laughing hysterically, Elliott got tired of you grabbing his hands, so he scooped both of yours back into his own.

“Here, since you clearly wanna hold my hand..” He teased, putting them over your head as he continued his assault on your tummy. Your cheeks burned red as you threw your head back, howling.

“STAHAHAHAHAHA!” You yelled. You flopped against the floor in hysterics but, instead of stopping, Elliott went back to those dreaded pinches that drove you up the wall. By the time someone finally came into the kitchen, your laughter was silent.

“..I think they’ve had enough, Elliott.” Came Wraith’s voice from the kitchen’s entryway. She stepped further into the room and approached the two of you. Luckily, she didn’t seem as annoyed as before. Elliott looked up, slowing his attack back down to gentle stroking.

“Aw, c’mon, Renee! We’re having fun!” He replied, mixing in a couple of pinches along with the gentle tickles. You hiccuped and twitched, clearly exhausted. Renee now stood right next to you, nudging the trickster with her foot.

“Elliott.”

Elliott groaned and withdrew his hands. “Alright, alright! I’ll stop.” He conceded. He let your hands go and crawled away to give you some space. This seemed to satisfy Renee enough, so she left the room after Mirage gave no indication that he’d pounce again. After a good ten minutes, you finally pushed yourself up into a seated position.

“Ugh…you suck.” You groaned, cautiously taking his hand when he offered it to you. Mirage snickered.

“Hey, that’s what happens when you try to trick me! Oh, and keep secrets, can’t forget about that.” He grinned. “But look, I think we can put all of this behind us after I get you that popcorn! Whaddaya say?”

“...Extra butter and make it snappy.”

For once, Elliott listened, and he made a big bowl of popcorn for you to share. Horizon and Gibby gave you small, knowing smiles once you two returned to the room, but you were too tired to notice. You were also too tired to enjoy any of the popcorn, finding sleep a much more appealing option. And Mirage made certain that when you fell asleep, your head ended up on his shoulder.

[vigilantedekus]

Honestly? Mood. My attention span is shit unless I'm hooked and even when I do lovr smth I'm always doing like 3 other things at the same time so I don't combust from the "move No Stay MUST MOVE IM BEING FILLED WITH TO MUCH ENERGY NOTHING IS ENOUGH WHATS LIFE MOVEMOVEMOV-" that is literally my body 24/7

I gotta be doing at least 2 things at a time or i Will dissociate and die

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Cycles on Cycles on Cycles

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aZWhzVO by canaryfuture As much as Peter felt comfortable staying in his designated ditch, he dustied his clothes off and went up the tiny hill, nearly stumbling onto the cracked road. He couldn't remember. Couldn't place a name on a face, or find a face in a memory that just wasn't there. He didn't have a wallet or a location to strive for, and something kept telling him to movemovemove. And he had to do it. He just had to keep on moving. Words: 6311, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Batfamily Members (DCU) Relationships: Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Batfamily Members & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dimension Travel, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Amnesia, Homeless Peter Parker, Jason Todd Tries to Be a Good Parent, more like good mentor figure, Canon-Typical Violence, Peter Parker is Trying His Best, Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, everyone is trying their best, Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aZWhzVO

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Restdays are hard I constantly feel like I should just movemovemove to deserve food :D