#need to stop rambling in the tags ahaha

[valiant-sun]

re:vale week

day 3 - royal AU (read from right to left!)

[its-raining-honey]

hrnnnggg porn no plot yan!itto smut posting here we GO

(lowkey)yandere!Itto x reader (whump)

A/N: i was dead just really horny one day mayne :(

- WARNING(s) - UHM DUBCON SHAWTYY….AND UHHH FUCKING

- OTHER TAGS - Gender neutral readerr💯💯💯, Itto x YOU🫵, lemon :3, this is an abandoned wip btw, old as hell too. so it’s unedited & scrappy, andd some obsessive n violent themes i guess xxx enjoy babes be safe!

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((You mumbled something as Itto pulled off your outer coat, urging you to make yourself comfortable in his home.

—

His fat cock swiftly slipped in and out of you as he pounded into your pussy, violently, aided by your dubious arousal coating his cock slick. You could only let out choked sobs and struggling gasps as you moaned his name, as you told him to slow down, as you begged for him to stop.

All of your words were uttered in vain.

His harsh gasps and deep growls reminded you about how much he had said that he needed this.

But you wouldn’t wish his desire, his needy possession, upon anyone, really. And you get reminded of your [] as he vigorously smacks his hips against your ass over and over again, thrusting into you, making room for himself inside of you.

To say you were feeling “overwhelmed” would be such an understatement.

You didn’t know if it was his Oni blood or what, but he was thick, thick and hot. The first time he came inside you, along with his shudder, you swore you could feel his seed by the temperature alone, warm and filling you from your deepest depths.

Your hands were bound, and your arms were oh so helpfully positioned around his neck, for your purchase, of course.

Not for the fact that he liked when you tried to choke him with your hands, or your arms. Ahaha.

But it’s not like your strength could bring him to any whim of yours— this was strictly so you could feel some sort of control while he fucked you endlessly. And you needed that in moments like this.

You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, his tongue lolling out as he pants. With his hands tight on your thighs— he pushes them up, positioning them almost right by your head, for a better angle.

He always ended up fucking you this way. No matter what position he started you in, this would be how the two of you would end up.

What was it called? A mating press?

Fuck, did he love to make you his mate.

Balls slapping your ass, cock stretching your hole and making your body quiver— he always put you over the edge. You were starting to think that overstimulation was another kink of his.

You could barely think as your inner walls were fucked, rubbing against him, ready to milk him for all he was worth. You could barely pay any attention to him as he rambled on and on in your ear, and even started to bite at your lobe.

That was another thing. Biting. Marking. He always had to leave you discoloured and bleeding after he was done with you, no matter what. You could close your eyes and try your best to just get through the sex, no complications— but the fucking dirty talk, the marking, you couldn’t ignore it. When you woke up in the morning your body would tell the story of how you spent the night.

No matter what.))

[galaxy-teaparty]

Sunday, November 3rd

Okay, so here is a thing. I miss blog format a whole freaking lot so I am planning to use tumblr for my personal ramblings. Not a very nice idea, something like dreamwidth would have served this purpose much better, but I just have zero energy to start a new platform. I can't even make myself to remake my carrd or make a strawpage, because my decision fatigued brain crushes overthinking what png should I use to represent my identity.

So here we are.

The first thing in the morning that got me annoyed today is me opening my youtube shorts and seeing all the Christmas preparation videos. Like what in the loving fuck. It's not even close to winter, you have the whole month of November, and I feel like such an ssr beast liking this month. I just generally love both autumn and spring despite them being really exhausting to me.

But what I love about autumn is how different all the three months feel. September is still rather sunny and warm but already colorful. October is spooky and has me fighting for my life because of writober pressure no one but my brains puts over me. And then there is November, gloomy and cold, but also comforting for some reason. I feel like it's a great month to slow down and start slowly reflecting upon the year, doing the end of the year cleaning watch me do almost nothing though and other stuff.

And I wish I could say that seasons are different in different parts of the world, because it's true. But I hate how algorithms push only one single view on that, based on what is more profitable. And of course they want the Christmas purchases to start right now.

Idk what I planned to say with that. I just have to curate stuff I see as you always do. But I guess it's okay to ramble a little bit. There is a certain pressure that if the post is a long one then it's rather be well researched and put together. But sometimes you just want to talk without much goals in mind. Just telling people or the void of the internet how you feel.

There's actually one lengthy post in my drafts about latest mahoyaku event that I want to finish, but also feel pressure. And I keep telling myself that it's in my head and need to stop caring because most people would just look at the wall of text and say "they're not reading all that". Which is always discouraging to me.

This fandom just begs for more meta to be written, there are so many fun discussions to have. And unfortunately being a working adult doesn't give you much time for all the projects you want to do. But at the same time saves you from being way too invested in any potential drama because you're way too busy. Unless you're not making that your priority of course.

Okay but that's it for today. I'll use the tag #nacchi's daily ramblings, though I doubt is going to be daily with my schedule ahaha.

Please stay safe and be kind to yourselves.

[kitten4sannie]

groupie anon back at it again!! also this nickname has me BLUSHING grhsfbksj also reading your replies is always so fun because I get to see my original message too (I have a terrible memory and so it's always a surprise for me too)

my rant is significantly shorter this time, though I do have to address one thing: calling yungi the 'twin towers' was FOUULL. it had me wheezing, that shit was hilarious and I will be using that from now on.

I write for different anime fandoms! (I feel like I gave my account away hahaha oh well, oopsie). see, I prefer writing fluff because it makes me blush and act even more delulu than I already am, but smut is your forte. you write it so well it makes me curl up into a ball and wonder what good I did in my life to deserve such immaculate pieces of literature.

also I spent almost all day at work today thinking about what I could write about for my first kpop fanfic and I've circled back to this one idea like 5 times.... sannie sick fic. SANNIE SICK FIC!!!!! no seriously imagine him all snotty and flushed, BEGGING to be cuddled but you can't because he's contagious, so you make him soup and tuck him in and he's so cute and soft and his hair is definitely greasy because he's been in bed for almost a week straight (but you give him a scalp massage because he's sannie and nothing can keep you away from him) but not even a yucky virus can stop his talkativeness and he keeps rambling until you shove a spoonful of soup into his mouth to shut him up and he's so FLIRTY like sir are you sick or are you drunk?? he's so in love and reader is just as in love with him back.

phew.

okay so sannie came up and suddenly I'm a liar for saying my rant would be shorter this time (isn't this the longest message I've sent so far??). I think you can tell why I enjoyed that san fic so much ahdbsjfbs he's got me in the tightest chokehold, there's nothing I wouldn't let him do. absolutely nothing, anything that was once off the table is very much on the table if he wishes it to be. the man can reach inside my body, pull out one of my kidneys, sell it, then fuck me into the mattress, and I would still get on my knees and beg to suck his dick afterwards. seonghwa, too, can treat me like I'm nothing but a couple holes to play with. I genuinely need to censor myself right now because if I say any more, the psych ward people might come for me.

also drummer jongho is so... yes. despite not reading any jongho fics, I will be found dead before I ever deny that that man does not give off the most attractive energy ever, but he's also a cute little teddy bear. personally, I love fics where he's my little brother hafjdbf, they're literally always the best ones ahaha.

uni started again for the year and I thought I'd be more busy with that and work, but I will personally make time to write that sannie fic because it's life or death at this point tbh. happiness doesn't come from grades, it comes from booseoksoon and sannie sick fics. also it would be nice to actually chat normally rather than through asks hahhaha.

until next time!! (I will read the valentine day hwa fic tonight, so you will probably get another message from me soon - I read the tags, I need a couple hours to mentally prepare for it)

P.S., my laptop crashed three times while I was writing this, but the universe will never stop me from sharing my love.

hey!! blushing pleaseee stop being so wholesome rn i can’t take it 😭😭 i love it too it’s like we’re public pen pals ;;;; pffff no same i have the memory of a fruit fly i prob won’t even remember what i typed out after i finish this sentence jshdgd

it was so foul fnrrrr but also so true!! i actually saw someone else on here use that term so kudos to them for coining that shit’s funny af and i’m glad you could get a good laugh out of it!

anime fandoms hmmmmm i’m gonna do a little investigating 👀🔍 ughhh i love fluff that shit makes me blush harder than hardcore smut i swear ??? pleasee you’re gassing me up sm it’s making me feel like debby ryan in that one movie 😭

little cut here

SICK SANNIE FIC ???? my third eye is open and my chakras are aligned like - you’re a genius dude!!! NOT FEEDING HIM SOUP AND GIVING HIM A SCALP MASSAGE AND HES ALL FLUSHED AND HES STILL FLIRTINGGGG EVEN THOSE HES DYING THATS SO FUCKING SWEET IM GETTING A CAVITY RN,, sorry for yelling but damn son

BROOOO I CANT - the thirstiness for san is so fucking relatable it hurts like i swear i’ve never been down this bad for anyone before but i would actually sell my soul to lucifer himself rn just to be a hole for that man but honestly anyone and everyone in ateez could get 25/8 and it’s cool the psych ward is knocking at my door as we speak 💅🏼

jongho was actually my very first bias!! his stage presence and voice during the their first mama performance (which was the first ateez thing i ever saw) blew me away and THEN i find out he’s the sweetest, softest, most respectful man to ever exist ??? and his gummy smile broooo holy shit

i hope uni and work goes well! exactly you should do the things you love 💕 feel free to send me a message! i don’t bite <3 i hope you enjoy it! i don’t blame you every time i see a tag for sub hwa my brain feels a little fuzzy ngl. i’m sorry it crashed ;; i appreciate you sharing it with me 💜

nooo i’m sorry it crashed! my phone closes tumblr all the time when i’m in the middle of typing and it takes years off my life 😔 god you’re so sweet 😭

[kukuandkookie]

Tag someone you want to know better

Omg I’m so sorry if there’s one thing people discover about me after getting to know me it’s that I’m terrible at checking my notifications!

It started as a social anxiety thing but then unfortunately became a habit. I’m really excited that you wanted to get to know me better though (I assume it’s because I reblog and ramble so much in your tags KSBFKAHSJA 🙈)!

Favourite color: I used to say rainbow, but I fully admit now my favourite is turquoise! Alternate favourite is pink, and I suppose third place is blue. 😆

Last song: Xiao Gui (小鬼) aka Li’l Ghost: “Valentine Killer”

You caught me on a very Xiao Gui day; I realized recently it’s been a while since I listened to him and I needed something to really spur me on while I tried not to cry write my thesis, so I’ve been looping his songs all day! 😆

Last movie:

Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954) at a Halloween party with friends!

Bonuses include Nope (2022) for work, and 30,000 Miles from Chang’an (Chang’an san wan li, 2023) being the last film I watched in theatres!

Currently watching:

Rewatching Hidden Love on Youku

Rewatching You Yao on iQIYI

The Young Brewmaster’s Adventure on Youku

《万能恋爱杂货店》 on iQIYI (just started it since it just came out, actually!)

And a few other donghua on various platforms, but especially Bilibili—besides Tian Guan Ci Fu season 2 which everyone is freaking out over, the newest season of Shaonian Ge Xing and Spirits in Chinese Brushes also came out! Always hoping to start more (plus some cdramas like When I Fly Towards You)~

Other stuff I've watched this year:

A bunch of movies for work/class, such as Belladonna of Sadness or works by Chris Marker or Flee (2021) or Lipsett Diaries etc!

Beryl and Sapphire season 2 (still need to start season 3…)

You Shou Yan

All Saints Street

Dalisi Rizhi season 2

Link Click season 2

Yao—Chinese Folktales

Watt’s Up, Girl

Some episodes of Throne of Seal

Some episodes of The Land of Miracles

Wolfwalkers

Rewatched Dahufa and forced my classmates to watch it too for a presentation I did 😆

And tons more donghua; as many as I can get my grubby little hands on (and find time for 🥲)

Shows I dropped this year/didn't finish:

Mao Zhi Ming (not because I didn’t want to; the second season ended while I was out travelling and Bilibili paywalled them… I need to consider whether I want to renew a subscription with them or iQIYI first for You Yao GKSNKFSJJS)

Not sure if this counts, but I considered watching Frieren but a recent spoiler from a friend makes me less interested in it… Which is kind of fine since when it comes to anime, I probably would’ve prioritized The Apothecary Diaries anyway ahaha.

And I’m not sure when I’ll find the time for some stuff (I may just continue absorbing it through fandom osmosis) like Boruto and Precure…

I also fully admit sometimes I just stop watching things part-way through not because I don’t love the thing, but because I either don’t have time or I didn’t want it to end. 🙈

I may have “dropped” this one—but only temporarily! I do want to pick it back up! It’s also currently airing its spin-off, Quan Zhi Ming… qwq

Currently reading:

I just finished Pink Globalization for my thesis and now I’m starting some articles on kpop studies…

If stuff for academia doesn’t count, then I’m also rereading SVSSS and Erha (the new official English releases)

I started Yuwu as a promise to a friend (and I’m terrified of the incoming knives 😂)

Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends from the Trashbin

Also chipping away (terribly slowly) at some western Chinese-inspired fantasy such as The Poppy War and Daughter of the Moon Goddess (it has been…some months since I last touched them otl)

If it counts, I’m also reading like…a million manhua at once SLFJSKSJ. It’s basically become my source of comfort media for whenever I’m stressed, especially since I don’t have a lot of time to consume seasonal shows right now! Sort of like how the latest seasons of Xi Yang Yang became my comfort show while I was working on my undergrad thesis haha (which I also need to catch up on 😭). If anyone wants recs, I have donghua/manhua ones here, and more bl/gl manhua recs here!

Is it terrible etiquette to always share my brain rots and this list? Apologies SOFJSKSJ

Currently working on:

Besides that thesis I should really be working on (and a conference paper for a different class) plus some other school/work stuff…

I’m still writing a few SVSSS fics, including a new chapter for the Bing-ge dreams one I feel really bad for leaving people on a cliff-hanger for so long (it’s been what, a year or two? 😭)

And some Erha fics! Including the final two chapters for the Chu Wanning birthday fic. 💪

I also hope to start some doodles/drabbles for Bingqiu week

And maybe a few more OC drawings/(re)designs? I did a lot right before the OC-tober event, but it’s been long enough I’ve gone without drawing I can feel my fingers itchiiiiing

Current Obsession:

Oh definitely some manhua, like See You My King, My Lovely Troublemaker, Don’t Say You Love Me, Kiss the Abyss, Hidden Love, You Are My Desire, I Ship My Rival x Me, Blemishing the Contaminated, and so on! I have a tendency to bounce around a lot of obsessions and brain rots at once, so my brain becomes a carousel just cycling through them. 😅

Beryl and Sapphire

Link Click

You Yao

SVSSS and Erha always!

I realize my answers got stupidly long as I went on and I hope that wasn’t too obnoxious of me! I do a terrible job of shutting up sometimes aldjfksjsks.

Tagging: (don’t feel pressured to do it but if you do I would love to get to know you better! 🥰)

Also oops now that I’m writing this out I’m realizing I probably should’ve made my own post… I’m sorry I’m so sleep-deprived lately and I’m on mobile right now x’D

@crimsonrainseekingflower @scarletlich @nagaikei-ajin @lizzieonka @softdekus (and anyone else who may want to do this! ♥️)

Tag someone you want to know better

tagged by @extraordinarilyextreme ! Thank you as always! I didn't do the fic one because my answers were all embarrassingly old fics from years ago that i didn't want to link LOL!

Favourite color: black (stock answer) (haven't really reconsidered this question since elementary school)

Last song: No Sabes Como Duele - Marc Anthony

Last movie: Dangerous Minds (1995)

Currently watching:

Second rewatch of Fringe (2008)

Third rewatch of Oz (1997) where I skip season 4b and see how that affects things

Other stuff I've watched this year:

150 movies this year

TV shows: 狂飙, Good Omens 2 ....???? Can't remember any other shows there may have been LOL

Shows I dropped this year/didn't finish:

I started a second rewatch of Criminal Minds (intending to just go up to s8) before realising I still remembered too much of everything that happens LOL

Currently reading: Just started rereading Bastard Out of Carolina by Dorothy Allison. I remember reading it when I was in 8th grade I think (maybe it was high school) and wishing I could keep the book because it made such an impression. But it was a school library book so I couldn't keep it and book stealing is bad

Currently working on: Fanfic 😑👍🏼

Current obsession: Finishing this damn fanfic.....

Tagging (apologies if the tag seems random, I'm trying to mix it up): @saberchild @calystarose @qinzai @oceans-bluem @misotofu @transboydororo @tofufei @timmie-p @romanceyourdemons @kukuandkookie

...and anyone else who wants to do this! Feel free to say I tagged you :)

[upperranktwo]

☆500 Followers Celebration☆

Sabito - Requested by anon

[scuttle-buttle]

WC: 910

Rated: G

Tags: domestic, terrible twos, brief language & german (shit & little bee), dad Niki

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"And the number for the hotel is on the fridge, don't hesitate to call if you need anything, alright?" you tell your husband as you get ready to leave. Elena was having a weekend trip with a few of her girlfriends in lieu of a bachelorette party, so Niki and Sara would be on their own for a few days. You had no worries about Niki’s capability as a father; he was more involved than most men were. It was more so that you'd never truly left the two for more than a few hours, let alone the whole weekend.

"I know liebe, everything will be fine," Niki reassures.

"Okay but still just in case something-"

He interrupts with "go, or you will be late," and gives you a chaste kiss before pushing you out the door. Niki offers a small wave as you hop into Elena's car and drive off.

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His daughter was well behaved. Strangers and friends alike complimented you both on the fact. But today. Well. Today Niki thought the gates of Hell had finally opened.

It was like Sara knew he had no backup defense. She pulled out every possible stop. Throwing toys, dumping food, screaming at the top of her lungs, biting him - you name it, she did it. Mein Gott, they weren’t kidding when they called it the terrible twos. This morning he caught her chomping on crayons and drawing on the walls. After lunch she ran up and gave him little exaggerated kisses, which was sweet, until Sara saw fit to slap his upper thigh a little too close to home. Now, he was having an argument with a 2 and a half year old over some trousers.

“Papa NO! No pants!” she screeched and threw out her palm towards Niki.

He was at wits end. Keeping his voice as neutral as possible he spoke, “meine biene, you need to wear your pants. I will not ask again.” This was the fifth, no sixth, time he’d asked now.

Sara screamed in protest. His eye twitched. Having had enough he reached out to pick her up; she bolted.

Around the house they went, Sara alternating screaming and giggling as she ran on little legs; Niki feeling pathetic at chasing after a toddler that he couldn’t seem to catch. Finally Sara cornered herself in the bathroom and he was able to snatch her up. She vehemently protested as he did his best to put on her pants.

At a swift kick right to the jaw he couldn’t stop the grunted “scheisse” that slipped out. Sara suddenly stopped her attack. Niki squinted at her as she looked dead into his eyes, blinking. A smirk broke out on her little face before her own “scheisse!”

Niki’s brows hit his hairline. “No - we are not doing this again, Sara,” he said sternly, remembering how much flack you gave him over the ‘ass’ incident.

“Ahaha scheisse Papa!” Niki blew out a breath and ran a hand through his curls for the millionth time today. You would be home tomorrow. Everything would be fine if he could just survive tonight.

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Exiting the child’s bedroom and closing the door he saw it was almost 10pm - an hour and a half past your regular bedtime. In all honesty he didn’t even care. Niki let out a sigh. “Time to get to work…” he muttered to himself.

For the next hour he scrubbed the crayon off the walls, wiped the spaghetti sauce that had dried on the kitchen tile, and tossed the soaked towels from the bathtime accident into the dryer. He was absolutely exhausted as he settled in his leather office chair with a glass of the schnapps that he normally kept locked up. Niki nearly crashed at his desk.

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“Niki, Sara, I’m home!” you called out as you tugged your luggage in the front door.

“Hi Mama,” Sara said without paying you any mind, before continuing to hold a ‘conversation’ with your husband. Niki looked up and smiled. You listened in, most of what she said made no sense with her rather limited vocabulary.

“Is that so, kleine biene?” Niki asked from his seat next to her, occasionally sipping from a mug.

“Yeah Papa -” she rambled some more gibberish. She and Niki held a full conversation at the dining table as she colored and he studied an airplane diagram.

“And what did you tell them after that? I trust you put them in their place?.... Mhm….. very good…. How will you approach the problem next time?....and you think this strategy will work?.... I see.”

Their back and forth was like watching a ping pong match, but neither side had anything to do with what the other was actually saying. You had to laugh - Niki never used a baby voice with her, he always spoke like he was talking to an adult, minus the language of course. Walking over to the table you give the room a once over. Everything looks as it should. Leaning down, you place your hand on your husband’s shoulder and give him a delicate kiss.

“I trust everything went well?”

Niki shrugs nonchalantly, “just fine. I told you there was nothing to worry about.” He and Sara both survived so there was no reason to admit the total chaos that ensued the last 48 hours.

“Great! In that case maybe I’ll go on vacation more often,” you joke.

He chokes on his coffee.

Tag list: @ay0nha @apparrio @livvyshmiv @fictionlandslanddreams @vinylrosess @typical-bistander @ntlmundy @mymagicsuitcase @anteroom-of-death @somethingthatsaysbubbles @lieutenantn @multiversemarielle @trashbin2 @whatawildone @metalbreakfast @laura-naruto-fan1998 @greeneyedblondie44 @godidontevenknowwhat @marchingicenotes7 @loliissmut

[rnozfart]

hey guys !!

hey!!! sorry i have not been up-to-date in the SLIGHTEST, i have not arted since summer because i am currently in COLLEGE at MUSIC SCHOOL.

which takes up a lot of my time and energy. i am a composition major and i am concentrated in piano so i am doing a lot of work with all of that, and on top of that i am now working on an opera with a few others, so that is going to take up even more time. you should catch me posting some Original Content™ in late november!! sorry again

[girlyliondragon]

This would be moreso something I write for A03 as a oneshot as I'm def no stranger to Lizbert whump, thanks to her post-Snacktooth era of the fandom back in 2021. This would be giving a starving me food.

Actually no I'm gonna go on a slight rambling on what I think and not keeping this in the tags. Lizbert brainfarts are now back on. Reblogging this again so that it's seen too because I can after thinking and it's been a while since I did a long blurb.

SO!

It should be obvious given her character, but my hc Liz is too independent to tell anyone she's sick/feeling weak until it's too late and she's collapsed on the ground or something she's struggling to lean on. She thinks she can work through it unless it actually hinders her, and even when it does she's too damn stubborn to go to help after the fact. This girl is gonna probably be on her death bed before she can even so much as think of going to Eggabell aka her doctor wife. She's too proud to do that off the bat. She just doesn't want anyone else other than the town doctor seeing her like this because she's the leader, she needs energy to feed the town. She's supposed to be strong, she can get through it, it's just a cold right? She's fiiiiine.

Then when she's collapsed on the bed with the worst heat flashes and headache and sniffles and sneezes and whatnot Egg is looking at her like ''Now will you let me see what's wrong with you? Or am I gonna have to keep seeing you run around with the flu?" and "You're grumping lucky you haven't infected anyone else'.' She's like right next to Liz and with her arms folded and thus Liz is still stubborn at first but then her illness hits her again harder and gives up, because you can't get by Eggabell even with a paper cut, and being sick to such a degree SUCKS. Trust me, I would know, I've been there. So now that Egg has found out about her being extremely ill it's time for her to get pampered and dotted on again. Liz held it off for so long she's really weak and getting up hurts, but it's nothing her favorite and beloved Doctor can't fix.

And while Egg takes her temperature and diagnosis she relaxes more and more. Getting checkups is practically a date with these two and Liz isn't escaping Eggabell's perceptiveness to hurt and sickness, she might as well enjoy it. She's bedridden for what, a few days to a week perhaps? And she's fretting about the town going hungry without her so it take Egg to fight (convince) her to lay back down in bed, since she can't hunt or do anything in her condition which frustrates the hell out of Lizbert, but she complies, still worrying.

There's more to it but I think in general Liz is a stubborn bitch that doesn't know how to lay the fuck down even when she desperately needs it, like getting ill. She flirts with death on a weekly basis as is. Her massive (albeit on a very VERY thin thread that's practically about to snap) pride and even more massive ego stops her from showing weakness to others outside of Eggabell. You're not getting her to tell the town she can't deliver Bugsnax for a few days ever much less why she can't lol. She has Egg to help her which is awesome and convenient, but even with that it'll be a good while before she admits she's sick, and even more a bit to stop her from taking care of the town outside of the very few instances she's not and stop going out constantly and take care of herself for once in a while. And given she gets injured constantly as is, it's hard enough for her to remember or consider to do the latter. (and I love her for it ahaha)

Consider:

Liz gets sick on Snaktooth.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

A little birthday ramble for my favourite jean man~

It’s my favourite characters birthday??? Woah! That means I gotta try and actually make something-

So here, have this rather rushed birthday edgejeanist ramble for my favourite lanky jeanist because I love them too much.

Tagging: @chaotic-trash-can @kouricaesar @kiriderp @theshisthings @chiggersmcnuggies :)

TW: none! It’s fluff!

*buzz*

Tsunagu blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the morning light as he woke up to see two silver eyes staring straight back at him.

*buzz buzz*

“Good morning~” A familiar voice cooed.

Startled by the sudden greeting, the blond man grumbled and opened his eyes to see Shinya facing him, head perched in his hands as he smiled at his sleepy husband.

*buzz*

“Hm.....good morning....” Tsunagu mumbled, stretching his arms out and plopping them back down over the duvet.

*buzz*

“What....uhhh.....buzzing...huh?”

The silver haired man chuckled slightly at the other man’s confused expression. “Messages, love. It’s 7am. A rather special day, too, might I add~”

A rather special day?

What?

Was he missing something?

Tsunagu now felt even more confused than before as he laid there trying to piece things together.

“Wha-” he started, before being interrupted by Shinya letting out a loud laugh and pulling him into a big hug. “-hmmph?”

“Hahah! Ahhh, you are so stupid in the mornings, I love you so much hahaha~” The smaller man snickered as he buried his face into the crook of his husbands neck.

The still-very-confused giraffe blinked. “Did- did you just call me stupid?!”

“Heheh...”

“Oi!” Tsunagu pouted, blushing slightly at the sound of Shinya’s adorable laughter. “Don’t make fun of me......I’m really confused, I don’t know what’s happening, and I’m worried now that I’m missing something very important-”

Shinya simply chuckled and rolled his eyes in response to Tsunagu’s weary mumbles.

“Yes, dear~”

Yawning loudly, Tsunagu slowly sat up and started to gather his thoughts. Did he have work today? Or was it his day off? He wasn’t sure. But he could definitely tell he was missing something.

“Love?”

“Hm?” Shinya hummed inquisitively as he also propped himself up, hooking his arms around Tsunagu’s waist and resting his head on the other man’s shoulder.

“What....what day is it?”

Shinya smiled and let out a small sigh.

“Tuesday!” He exclaimed brightly, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he toyed with his partner’s confused morning brain.

“Ah.....wait, no, I mean the date. ‘Cause it might- oh come on, Shinya, stop-” Tsunagu huffed, realising the smaller man’s intentions to mess with him even more than he already was. That little sneaky ninja....

Shinya simply chuckled at the taller man’s response and slid off the side of the bed, making his way to go and get ready for the day. “Heh...it’s the 5th of October....ring any bells?”

The 5th of October????

The 5th of October........

“Ah!” Tsunagu jumped up, accidentally startling the other man with his sudden enthusiasm. “It’s my sister’s birthday!!!”

Wow.

Shinya stood there for a moment before bursting into laughter, though trying very hard to stifle it. ‘Oh my god he’s a fucking idiot-’

Tsunagu blinked. “W-why are you laughing?”

The silver haired man shook his head and tried to keep a straight face, thinking incredibly hard about his response before simply settling with a small, “it took ya long enough!”, before turning to head out of the bedroom.

“I’m phoning Ai, gonna pester her until she answers me- wait, where are you going?” Tsunagu questioned, rapidly unlocking his phone and dialling his sister’s number while managing to completely ignore the various messages and notifications that he had received.

“Ahh, it’s getting kinda late, I need to go and wake Izumi up for school, I have work, and I’m pretty sure you have a morning patrol, do you not?” Shinya scratched the back of his neck as he made his way out the door. “Make sure ehe- ahEm- make sure to tell her happy birthday for me!”

“Ah....yeah you have a point....okay then.”

Tsunagu looked down at the phone, making sure it was ringing, and waited for it to be answered.

*click*

“Hello?”

“Hey, dumbass, happy birthday!! Hope you have a great day, love you lots!” Tsunagu sang down the phone, showing no hesitation to greeting his beloved sibling.

“Thanks, you lanky shit, happy birthday to you too! Sending love from all of us, have a great day yourself!” Ai chirped in reply. “Don’t get lost on patrol this time either, stupid, last time we waited for hours at mom’s for you to finally show up.”

Tsunagu blinked. What was that? “Happy birthday to me too?”

“Huh?”

That’s when he finally fully woke up and actually realised what a literal dumbass he was being. A massive idiot. No wonder why Shinya was acting so smug and snickering to himself earlier.

“Oh my fucking god-” Tsunagu covered his face with his hands as he wallowed in his own embarrassment. “Ai, I’m a fucking idiot, it’s my birthday isn’t it?”

The line went silent for about ten seconds before the woman on the other side erupted into fits of laughter.

“OH MY GOD!!! HAHAHA THAT IS FANTASTIC-”

“Ai...”

“AHAHA TSU FORGOT- AHAHAhA-”

“Ai, stop, it’s my birthday-”

“OUR birthday! You somehow remembered that it was mine and forgot that it was yours as well- we’re TWINS Tsunagu, we have had the same birthday for over 37 years!! Hahaha~”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, whatever....” the blond man sheepishly muttered as he continued to hide his face in shame. This was going to be a long day...

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After what seemed like a while of embarrassment and one-sided laughter, Tsunagu ended up hanging up and threw his phone to the side, huffing as he tried to shake off how embarrassed he felt.

He sat thinking about the day ahead of him for a little while before noticing some hushed whispers and muffled laughter coming from behind the door.

Smiling to himself slightly at how adorable his husband and daughter were, he rolled his eyes, laughing as he opened the door to reveal two sneaky silver haired troublemakers staring up at him with big mischievous eyes.

“Gotcha~” Tsunagu sang, reaching down to tickle Izumi under the chin playfully.

“Wahhhh!! He caught us!!!” The small child exclaimed, giggling as she jumped into her fathers arms. “Happy Birthday, dad!!”

“Oh, why thank you, sunshine!” The blond man happily responded, twirling his daughter around as he exchanged a soft gaze with his partner, who was now leaning against the door frame with a cup of warm tea.

“So you finally remembered? Got that old brain woken up finally~~” Shinya teased, a sly grin spread across his face.

Tsunagu chuckled. “Hey now, you’re only a few years younger than me y’know! And I’m only a year older than I was yesterday, leave me be!”

“Ahh, sorry sorry~”

“You better be. You weren’t any help this morning when I was oh so lost and confused! Laughing at me, unbelievable!”

“Papa said you were very silly and forgot your birthday!” Izumi chimed in, sticking her tongue out at her taller dad as he ruffled her hair.

“Did he now?” Tsunagu raised an eyebrow as he looked back up at Shinya.

“Noooo......” the sly ninja pouted, winking at their daughter in a very over exaggerated manner.

“I see.....”

Sharing plenty of mischievous joy, the three of them laughed and headed downstairs to get ready for the day.

Watching as their child whizzed around gathering all of her school items, the two parents stood silently together, smiling at Izumi’s enthusiasm as she twirled around.

Shinya wrapped his arm around Tsunagu and looked up at the taller figure gently as he felt the other return the same action, smiling as he felt his face heat up, ever so slightly, and familiarly.

“Happy birthday, hon.” The smaller figure said as he leant into his husband’s warm embrace. “Love you.”

Tsunagu sighed happily in response, feeling his heart flutter slightly as he looked down at his small husband, before leaning down and pecking Shinya’s forehead and smiling as he rested his head gently on top of his. “Thank you, dear.”

“Love you too.”

[riotwritesthings]

song and dance number not included

WinterIron, T, 1.9k, crack, this is just crack, banter, vague nonpowered AU | A03

Once upon a time @gayspacesprinkles made this post. And fun fact about me I will write basically anything Ant says ahaha ILUBRO.

I know this has already been done better don’t fight me I just wanna make everything crack

Title: song and dance number not included Collaborator Name: Riot @buckybarnesbingo Square Filled: U4, One Night Stand @starkbucksbingo Square Filled: N1, World Domination Ship/Main Pairing: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags & Triggers: Crack, banter Summary: Bucky has seen some wild things in his time as a Professional Cuddle Buddy. Nothing beats finding himself in Tony Stark’s penthouse with the sleep deprived genius himself. Word Count: 1,897

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Bucky steps off the elevator, into the giant penthouse, and he is 90% sure that this is some kind of elaborate prank. Ten minutes from now someone is going to be shoving a waiver in his face and demanding to broadcast his embarrassing surprised face on national TV.

Because no way does someone like Tony Stark need to hire a cuddling agency.

He takes another couple steps, and there’s no cameras. There’s nothing, just a giant empty penthouse, and Bucky glances down at his phone to confirm that yep, he is in the right place.

He’s just about to turn and leave when a face pops up over the back of the couch.

The first thing Bucky notices is the big doe eyes, warm brown and huge like a Disney character, but so sad. The second thing he notices are the bags under the eyes, deep and dark like bruises, like they’ve been there for a while.

The fact that he’s just staring dumbly at Tony Stark is actually the fifth thing Bucky notices, after the insane lower lashes and the fluffy hair.

Luckily the man is apparently as sleep deprived as he looks, because he just blinks at Bucky for a couple seconds and by the time he speaks Bucky has mostly gotten his brain back online.

“Please tell me you’re really not a hooker,” Tony says, squinting at him, voice rough and a little whiny as he adds “I literally just want a hug.”

Bucky sputters out a laugh, rocking on his heels as he says “I solemnly swear I am not a prostitute. Though I do give great hugs.”

“Awesome,” Tony says with a happy sigh and flails his arms up over the couch, making grabby hands at him.

“Did you wanna move somewhere more comfortable?” Bucky asks, rounding the modernist monstrosity of furniture that is the couch. When Tony opens his mouth, suspicious look on his face, Bucky rolls his eyes and says “Still not a prostitute.”

Tony snaps his mouth shut again with a sheepish look, then huffs out a soft laugh.

“This is fine,” he says, sitting up fully and patting the spot between himself and the arm of the couch, “It’s just me here, I end up falling asleep out here half the time anyways.”

Which is... kind of a sad thought, actually. This penthouse seems huge, too big for one person, and based on the dark circles under Tony’s eyes he doesn’t get much sleep anywhere.

Bucky has barely dropped onto the couch before Tony is plastering himself to Bucky’s side, surprisingly strong arms looping around his waist and his face pressing into Bucky’s shoulder.

“Okay, start the clock,” Tony says, already going limp against his side.

“Hold on,” Bucky says with a laugh, twisting to the side slightly so he can lean back into the corner of the couch and get his arms around Tony in return, pulling him in a little closer and nearly fumbling his phone in the process. “Is that comfortable, um, Mr- Ow.”

“Just Tony,” Tony says, peeking up at him sourly and removing his impressively pointy finger from Bucky’s side, “unless you want to be ‘Mr Cuddle-Buddy’, that is.”

“I’ve been called worse,” Bucky says with another laugh, guiding Tony’s head back down to his chest. “I’m Bucky, though, for the record,” he adds.

“What are you, a Disney character?” Tony asks, voice muffled as he nuzzles into the curve of Bucky’s shoulder and then quickly blurts out “please play with my hair.”

Bucky doesn’t need to be asked twice, burying the fingers of his free hand in Tony’s messy curls, soft and wild like Tony has been running his own hands through it.

“Mm, perfect,” Tony sighs as he pulls his legs up onto the couch, curls himself into a neat little ball against Bucky’s side.

Bucky lifts his phone just enough to see the screen and punches the shortcut to set an alarm for three hours. “Okay, now you’re on the clock," he says, and then wedges his phone into the couch near his head where the armrest meets the back.

“You are already getting marked highly recommended,” Tony slurs out, and Bucky laughs softly. “Seriously, you are like 90% muscle how are you this soft.”

“It’s my specialty,” Bucky says dryly and Tony’s answering laugh shakes his whole body.

“Shh, I’m mentally composing my review,” Tony says, patting lazily at his chest.

“Out loud,” Bucky can’t help pointing out.

“Yes,” Tony says, lifting his hand again to wave it slightly as he talks, “Now where was I- Ah yes, guaranteed ‘not’ a prostitute-”

“-I could hear those air quotes-”

“Very warm,” Tony continues, completely ignoring his interruption except for the way his hand flails a little harder, “Possibly a Disney character."

“Pretty sure I’m not, someone woulda told me by now,” Bucky argues, grinning helplessly and pressing his fingers a little harder into Tony’s scalp.

“Oh, you definitely are,” Tony says with a happy sigh, rubbing his nose against Bucky’s chest, “The only question is, with a name like that, you’re either an adorable animal sidekick, or a villain. Possibly both.”

“What-“ Bucky objects around a sputtering laugh, “I don’t think there was actually a question there.”

Tony tilts his chin up just enough to give Bucky a sleepy glare as he says “Well, which one is it, is the question! You planning world domination?”

“Yes. My plan begins with cuddling you into submission.”

“Well it's working,” Tony says happily, and his expression really does look lighter than it had when Bucky first got here, even if he does still look exhausted. “But when is the song and dance number?”

“Later,” Bucky says with a snort, “It’s my dramatic exit.”

“Or you gotta pay extra, right? In the back room?” Tony asks with a grin and a lazy wink that’s really more of a slow, uncoordinated blink.

“Not a stripper either,” Bucky huffs with a roll of his eyes, resisting the urge to tug at Tony’s hair.

“Too bad,” Tony says with a dreamy sigh, and Bucky really does pull at Tony’s hair a little in admonishment even as he laughs.

Tony continues his rambling ‘review’ amid Bucky’s protests until his warm, teasing voice slowly tapers away, and an hour in he’s fast asleep, snoring quietly into Bucky’s chest.

Bucky is torn.

On the one hand, Tony probably wants to be awake for the time he’s paying for. On the other, he looks so tired.

Waking him up would probably be a crime, and despite Tony’s claims Bucky is not actually a Disney villain.

So he wiggles down a little more against the arm of the couch, slow and careful even though he figures that if Tony does wake up, he has two more hours to fall back asleep if that’s what he wants.

Bucky certainly wouldn’t mind, Tony is warm and pleasantly heavy against his side, draped over his chest, and he looks so much younger when his face is softened with sleep.

He looks so different in real life, so much more real than he looks on TV. So much smaller, curled up into a tiny ball on his giant couch, in his big empty penthouse.

Tony’s hair is a mess of fluffy curls, so soft as Bucky continues running his fingers through it, the muscles of his back strong under Bucky’s other palm.

When Bucky’s alarm goes off it’s startlingly loud in the quiet of the penthouse, and even though Bucky has to fumble with it a bit before he turns it off Tony doesn't do anything more than make a quiet, sleepy sound and wiggle in a little closer.

Bucky hesitates for a second, glancing down at Tony’s peaceful face, and then wedges his phone back into the couch.

He was going to make this his last appointment of the night anyways. He’ll just stay until Tony wakes up.

Bucky wakes up staring at the incredibly high ceiling of Tony Stark’s penthouse, bathed in early morning light.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky groans quietly to himself.

“Yeah, I actually get that a lot,” comes the voice from somewhere around his sternum, and when Bucky tips his chin down it’s to find Tony with his chin propped against Bucky’s chest, giving him a thoughtful look.

He looks a little less tired, bags beneath his eyes a little less pronounced, gorgeous even with crease marks on his cheek from Bucky’s shirt. Even if there is something wary in his expression.

“Hi,” Bucky says stupidly, still trying to blink away the grogginess in his brain and wincing when his neck aches sharply. That’s what he gets for accidentally spending all night with his head tipped way back against the arm of the couch.

“Hi,” Tony says back, and his big Bambi eyes dart to the side for just a second before he says “I’m not wholly unfamiliar with the one night stand, but I must admit we usually make it further than the couch. Fully dressed. What-“

“If you accuse me of bein’ a hooker again, ‘m gonna roll you right off this couch,” Bucky says before he can wake up enough to stop himself, and while he’s busy mentally cringing Tony’s eyes go wide with recognition.

“Ah fuck,” Tony groans while his cheeks flush an appealing, distracting pink, “What’s the overtime charge look like for top rated pro cuddlers?”

“Nah, don’ worry about it,” Bucky says quickly, finally untangling his fingers from Tony’s hair so he can rub over his eyes, “sorry, should’a woken you up-“

“So you’re saying you’re off the clock?” Tony interrupts, one eyebrow raised in an incredulous look, “You stayed off the clock?”

“I’m- um,” Bucky sputters awkwardly, and then realizes he has no excuse and sheepishly finishes with “Yes?”

“Even after I’m pretty sure I called you a prostitute at least three times?” Tony asks, and he still looks mildly baffled but there’s a smile growing on his face.

“It was five,” Bucky corrects, smiling back helplessly, “Once by callin’ me a lady of the evening, which, incorrect on multiple counts.”

“Right, I remember now,” Tony says slowly, and there is a devious look in his eye as he adds “We decided you’re an animated cow.”

“It was a horse, an’ I think you know it,” Bucky says with a mock-glare, gently pinching Tony’s ear and then tightening his arm around Tony’s back when he unexpectedly bursts into wild giggles.

When Tony settles down again he digs his chin into Bucky’s sternum with a happy sigh. His expression goes thoughtful, chewing on his bottom lip, and Bucky tries really hard not to get distracted.

They’re so close that Bucky can just barely feel the way Tony’s breath shakes nervously on the inhale, and then he asks “So, what are your feelings on breakfast?”

“Important,” Bucky blurts quickly, heart jumping in his chest, “Very important. Especially if I’m going to accomplish world domination today.”

“I knew it!” Tony crows victoriously, pushing himself upright and elbowing Bucky in the gut in the process. He grins happily in response to Bucky’s pained grunt and climbs to his feet, grabbing Bucky’s hand and giving it a tug. “C’mon,” he whines when Bucky moves not at all, “we need to go raid my kitchen. I want to get on your good side before you take over the world, I’m hoping it’ll get me a good spot in the dance number.”

“Yeah, I think that can be arranged,” Bucky says, grinning wide as he lets himself be pulled to his feet.

[noctisfishing]

The Last One Wins | 01

01 | 02 | 03 | 04

Rated: M

Summary: The Digidestined have grown into adults and are ready to embark on family life. Matt wonders if he and Sora are going to be the last ones to have a kid.

Between him and Tai, he wants to make sure that it happens that way.

Pairings: Sorato, minor Kenyako; Takari friendship shenanigans

Tags: Humor, some Romance and Fluff

Notes: The timeframe is Post-Kizuna, Pre-02 Epilogue. Born ahaha from a silly Discord conversation so please accept this silly little story.

M rating is for at least one light romance scene in later chapters. There will also be a scene with minor Kizuna spoilers along the way.

Shoutout to @leo112358 @blondeandconfused & @sakurarebin .. This conversation happened last December so sorry this took so long :3 <3

You can also find this and other updates on AO3 and FFN.

Chapter 1: The Bet

For once, all that Matt wanted was a quiet evening.

It was what he casually explained to Tai over the phone when he called to ask what Matt was up to. Sora was visiting her mother to prepare for another ikebana exhibition, so he had planned to relax on his own until she arrived home.

He didn’t expect to have to make more for dinner than for two, given that Taichi invited himself over. Once Taichi made his way over,  Matt sent a text to TK with the intention of venting, only to receive this reply.

"Kari’s been wanting to see him. We’ll stop by.”

Before Matt knew it, the seats at his dinner table were full with even Davis, Yolei, and Ken somehow tagging along from his younger brother’s invitation. Kari brought an extra dish and dessert, most likely out of sympathy, but Matt knew the situation couldn’t have been helped, and Sora wouldn’t have minded the unexpected guests regardless.

“You know you’ll miss me by the time you’re up in space,” Tai said while Matt cooked over the stove. “Are you nervous?”

“A little, to be honest,” Matt replied. After completing his master’s degree in aerospace engineering, he was selected for the JAXA astronaut training program, which had also been around the time he asked for Sora’s hand in marriage. He had never been happier the moment she said yes. They were married a year into his training, and fast forward another year to the present where he was on the verge of becoming a certified astronaut.

Excited as he was, he still had worries and doubts that he didn’t want to delve deeper to Tai, so he opened the conversation to Tai’s current job in international relations, which Tai had no problem rambling about as long as Matt continued to cook.

By the time they served dinner, the younger Digidestined took the reins of the conversation at the table. Yolei chatted happily about starting a family with Ken smiling warmly at her side.

Naturally, the conversation steered into the topic of children. Kari, Davis, and TK were also already married to their own significant others by then, and they all began an open discussion about how many children they wanted.

“Ken and I were talking about it and I’d love to have a big family,” Yolei said at one point. “I think you'd make a great dad, Ken!”

“That’s exciting!” said Kari, clapping her hands together. “I can’t wait to see mini Yolei’s and mini Ken’s running around!”

“It’ll be something, wouldn’t it?” Ken said, sharing a smile with Yolei. “Having the first child out of all of us - Well, unless…”

“It’s possible,” Matt interjected, knowing that Ken was about to refer to him and Sora. He sensed a few pairs of eyes shifting toward him. TK was about to open his mouth when Davis began to speak.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can’t take everyone out of the running so fast, Ken!” Davis said. “Your child won’t be the first - not if I have anything to say about it.”

TK laughed. “You're really going to make this a competition?”

“Butt out, TP. This is between me and Ken.”

"He goes by ‘Tee-Kay’, and you're an idiot to think you'd have the first child!"

"Wanna say that again, 'maestro'?"

“You’re bonkers if you really believe that!” Yolei added.

Matt had been used to the back and forth banter between the younger Digidestined by now, but he never thought the competitive behavior would fall on a subject like this. He looked over to Tai who was just as surprised as he was.

As the conversation went on, Kari whispered to Matt that she would try to silence them with dessert. Matt watched TK follow her into the kitchen, and then return with a pie in his hands along with him and Kari giggling between each other.

The pie ended up being a good distraction, and Kari began to grill her brother on when he was going to visit home again. Matt sat and listened along with everyone else, but he could only feel relieved knowing that he didn’t have to answer the question he knew that Ken was about to ask him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Man, they were at each other’s throats,” said Tai after Matt walked Yolei, Ken, and Davis out of his house.

“No kidding,” Matt replied. “It’s hard to believe that the younger ones are talking about kids.”

“I think Davis is going to beat Ken,” Kari added, and Tai and Matt turned to stare at her.

“You think so?” Tai asked.

“Yup. His girl can be just as fiery as he can be. They’ll have the first kid.”

“No, no.” TK shook his head. “I’m all for Ken and Yolei being the first ones.”

Kari crossed her arms. “Hmm. I can’t wait for the 5,000 yen you’ll be giving me when you lose.”

“I think I’ll be the one being 5,000 yen richer-”

Tai laughed. “You guys made a bet?”

Things began to click in Matt’s head.

“So that’s what you two were giggling about earlier.”

“Come on!” said TK. “It makes this whole thing much more fun. You guys wanna join in?”

“Nope,” he said immediately.

“No way,” added Tai.

“Aww, Onii-chan,” they whined in unison.

“Leave me out of this,” said Matt, waving his hand with a sense of finality. “Besides, I’d rather not think about kids right now. In fact, I bet I’d be the one to have a kid last.”

Silence fell, and suddenly, all eyes seemed to be on Matt.

“Are you serious, Matt?” Tai asked. “You and Sora are already married. What else is going to happen next? Don't tell me you haven't been trying for one.”

“I mean… It's not like we haven't, you know…” Matt felt his cheeks warm, feeling as though he was tricked into answering an intimate question he didn’t want to answer, especially not in front of TK. “But we're not trying. You, however!” he added quickly, hoping to push the attention towards Tai. “I wouldn't be surprised if you have one first, since you like to do it like you mean to.”

There was a long pause as Tai stared him down.

“...You're definitely going to have one before I do.”

“I definitely will not.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Matt couldn’t believe what Tai was saying. Did Tai really think that he was going to win this argument? Was Matt going to let him?

“Seriously, Matt," Tai continued. "Sora's practically a mother already.”

“Which is exactly why she doesn't need children yet. She already has to take care of you and me. Why add to the list?”

“That doesn't mean we can't be crossed off. Hey, we've gotta grow up sometime.”

Matt was too focused on staring down Tai to notice that Kari and TK were exchanging mischievous smiles, followed by raising their hands to shake for a second bet - this time, between their own brothers.

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Fic preview: “Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something True“

Since the lovely project that is the @hundredsofpearls-zine is reaching completion and has opened preorders (get it before the end of July!), it’s time to preview the work I did for it.

My fic features two pairs of Pearl OCs finding their way on Earth: Wine and Blush created by @huecy and Sandy and Lavender by @outerspace-iiinnerspace. Here’s a little excerpt, featuring a Pearl picking a name, and Little Homeworld’s Pearl School, Which Is For Pearls.

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“Oh no! I am so sorry, how clumsy of me! Here, let me just--”

She wants to shout that it’s fine, get away-- as the other Pearl dabs at her front with a handkerchief produced not from her gem but from the little bag at her side. Instead she blurts out a very undignified “What is this?” in a voice that has never been meant for anything but perfect dignity.

This makes the other Pearl - Sandy, her tag proclaims her - stop, almost frozen, until she launches into a ramble. “The humans call it wine! They make it themselves. It’s a fascinating process, really, and the stages and byproducts are wildly diverse--”

She tunes out the rest fairly quickly when her gaze drops down to the blank nametag on her own front. 

Unlike her, dear Blush got a nickname fairly quickly upon coming to Earth - a sweet disposition coupled with appealing colouration seems to have made it easy, somehow. But she herself has no idea how to approach this, not after centuries of self-effacement and obliteration of any sign of anything outside of what She wanted, what She needed. Her voice coming out of Pearl's throat because that is how She made her…

Pearl shudders, and very deliberately pushes the thoughts aside.

Her nametag is glaringly empty, deep purple-red stains aside, a strange bother even with all the assurances that there’s no rush whatsoever, that it’s fine to wait and put something meaningful there, that there is no pressure and, oh, should she want to change whatever she picked, that is of course perfectly normal and fine--

She glances down at her arm, the now barely discernible stain the colour of the gem at the small of her back, then at all the Pearls milling about - not a blank nametag to be seen.

Colour-based names are a very popular choice--

Earth phenomena you will become familiar with during your stay--

It doesn’t have to mean anything, whatever strikes your fancy--

She grabs the pen she was given together with the tag and scrawls-- well, being a fine Pearl, even her scrawl is elegant cursive:

Wine

A small bubble of some giddy feeling rises in her, and the thought: I need to show Blush. She pushes forward with all the others, the entire group suddenly moving towards the classroom, noticing their teacher has arrived. And as if on cue, Blush is at her side. Quiet but warm. A familiar, comforting presence as they navigate yet another new Earth experience together, and move to find a seat in the auditorium.

The crowd is nothing if not spontaneously organised, Pearls lining up in a very orderly fashion. Wine, with Blush in tow, ends up next to the two from outside - Sandy, still bearing some traces of spilled wine on her skirt, and - Wine squints - Lavender. But before she can say a word and bring up the oddly significant incident from moments before, Blush takes her hand, and turns her attention to the improvised podium, where a very recognisable Pearl stands ready to speak.

“Welcome, everyone, to this year's Pearl Orientation class!” The Renegade is not terrifying at all, except perhaps in subtle, mere suggestions of things. The look of her entire, unique and somehow untouchable, bearing a strange sort of promise. It’s not the first time they’ve all seen her - she was there, handing out the nametags and offering helpful and not-so-helpful advice, and a chaotic selection of earthly writing implements. 

She waves her hands around happily as she talks, then clasps them in front of herself. “Now, I do not intend for this to be an ex-cathedra type of class. Past experience has led to some, in my opinion, excellent methodology… very collaborative and horizontal! So while I am more than happy to provide advice and pointers and guidance, I in no way wish to present any kind of strict authority. However...”

The pause is brief but the excitement oddly real, and Wine feels herself want to lean forward in anticipation.

“I do have homework for you to start us off! That is, a small task for you to try to complete - not for anyone's benefit but your own. Your task is to go forth…” the Renegade's voice lowers dramatically, “...and deliberately break a rule! Tomorrow evening I would like to hear each of you give a report on your experiences doing this: consider your motivations and reasoning, and why you picked whatever you end up picking.”

A lavender hand shoots up next to Wine’s head with almost frightening speed. “Excuse me!”

“Yes, uh,” the Renegade’s eyes flick down to the nametag quickly, “Lavender?”

“I am completing the task. By refusing to do the home work.” Lavender states very matter-of-factly, unblinking gaze fixed on their instructor.

“I… that is-- well, quite creative, to be sure! Of course something like this crops up every so often - Pearls and the creative misinterpretation of orders, name a more iconic duo, ahaha!” She pauses at the blank stares. “It's, oh, just something Steven showed me. Never you mind. I think Lavender here has quite a grasp of things already, and I am excited to hear her contributions to the discussion tomorrow. Now, off you all go! Feel free to consult with myself or my assistant Volleyball here,” a pale pink Pearl turns to wave at them all from the front row, “if you have any concerns or questions at all.”

They file out - and Wine is certain it isn’t just her imagination - a little less orderly than before.

[kuroopaisen]

@kacchand (i couldn't tag your main but i wanted to make sure you saw this fdlkjfdlkj) 

hello dear! i’m sorry it took me so long to respond to this dflskjfdlkfdj i decided to answer your ask in a text post so i can link my thoughts to yours more easily! also, i know i'm going to Ramble, so i wanted to be able to keep it under a cut sdlkfjd

Hi rowan!! I've just finished the final chapter of aot and I just wanted to ask your opinion on it!

(SPOILERS THAT DEPICT MY UNDERSTANDING OF THE STORY'S MEANING AHEAD. READ ONLY IF YOU'VE FINISHED THE CHAPTER)

(FR )

(THERE'S STILL TIME TO BACK OUT)

(DO IT NOW. SPOILER ALERT)

I'd also like to ask a follow up question about it, because it seems that I've come to a different concl. from many of my friends and I'm feeling dumb abt how i feel w it.

first of all (and i say this as sincerely as possible, and if i'm coming off as condesending please let me know hh), please don't feel dumb because you've come to a different conclusion :(

we all read media at different levels (i’ve been told it’s ‘not that deep’ before fdljkfsdlkj) and identify different aspects in it, so the fact that you've had a different experience to some of your friends is absolutely not a reflection on your intelligence. and if anyone's making you feel that way, drop their @. i just want to talk :) furthermore, you’re not wrong for responding to something emotionally, especially if it really... makes you uncomfortable, you know? 

i'm from the PH & I've put off determining whether i'm comfy w the manga til the last chap,,,, but is it wrong that I can't shake the feeling that it's a justification of japanese expansionism and genocide? ik this manga has always been in the grey area, and that's what I love abt it! It often shows that no choice they make is absolutely good or bad, and does such a good job at showing you how each complex character came to that understanding (role of environment, etc...) but this last chapter felt too positive abt the rumbling? Like it was justified because paradis was able to advance and there wasn't much choice? idk.

that's totally valid! some of the best think pieces on the show i read mentioned that the concern with the narrative is less "is isayama a nazi sympathiser?" (he most likely isn't), but if he's a imperial japan apologist. and...

well, let's just say that my father is british, and when i was trying to say that colonisation was bad, using british india as an example, he said "well, we gave them railroads." it's... it's uncomfortable and gross and i think it encapsulates how countries with imperial pasts tend to talk about them; even if they don't officially endorse it, there's often a lot of talk about how "well colonialism was good for this country, actually--"

and if the manga felt like it was justifying japanese expansionism, then chances are it had elements that very much did point towards that. i've had a lot of trouble grappling with reiner, annie and bertolt, because they've existed in this grey area of 'victim of oppression' and 'war criminal'; and their existence raises the question of "do people who commit war crimes simply do what needs to be done?" and by victimising them it... it plays into the whole nuremberg defense of "i was just following orders". it's making you feel bad for the people committing said war crimes (and similarly with eren, and all the awful things he's done). but i'll get more into this point later dsfkjfd

i haven't read the last chapter yet (and don't worry about spoilers! i've been approaching aot from a very... specific perspective anyway, so i actually don't mind spoilers -- i read a bunch of analyses of the series before i'd even watched it hh), but... i think if it came off as too positive about, you know... an awful thing that happened, then it absolutely makes sense that you'd feel uncomfortable?

the modernisation narrative in general is one that always skeeves me out. it's one japanese imperialists use to justify the invasion of korea (and even those infamous tweets from the one account purported to be isayama talk about how the population of korea boomed under japanese imperial occupation, which... stop.)

it's also commonly invoked in cases of development. certain members of society (usually the poor), just 'had' to die for the good of the future. who gives a damn if they consent to that? they have to.

similarly, the 'we had no choice' narrative. that's... a concerning one that crops up time and again with history apologists, the argument that "oh if x country hadn't done y, then someone else would've!" or that acts of aggression were done as pre-emptive self-defence, which is so... ugh. i just. i just hate it.

It also feels really weird w the ymir and the whole loving fritz thing. i wish we got to see more of her thought process and what conclusion she came to that led her to destroying the power of the titans.

i... hate this so much. i get that abuse is complicated and victims often have multifaceted feelings towards their abusers, but... most people would focus on that in their story? the story would be about that? but instead, it's just... a thing in the history of the world and that's... icky.

also having the genesis of the titans come from a slave girl in love with her captor... there's many levels of ick to it and i highly doubt it was handled with the appropriate level of grace and sensitivity.

honestly, this might be one of the things that pissed me off the most because of how... contradictory her backstory was with That One Chapter (you know, instead of ymir crying because she wants to be free or because she’s been trapped she........ wants to see mikasa kiss eren’s decapitated head? i guess? what the fuck?) 

idk...I just think that context is sometimes everything. and i understand that media can portray incorrect things,,,, and that isayama likely didn't intend for it to become a global sensation, but i guess i'm just uncomfortable w the right wing nazis getting a comfort book ahaha.

i totally get that! even if attack on titan is meant to be anti-fascists, the fact of the matter is... a lot of fascists love it. and relate to it. which is... alarming. especially given just how popular aot is worldwide.

it’s hard because before the ending, attack on titan did feel like it was more grey; i remember saying that i wouldn’t know how to feel about it until the ending because the story was either saying “the military is corrupt and war is hell”, or it was saying “the military is corrupt and war is hell, but it is necessary.” 

still sorting out my thoughts, but yeah. I think i'm having a hard time understanding what they really accomplished with the rumbling and how they gave eren a sudden lelouch role and a lot of how they made it out to be a happy thing? perhaps I'm too biased to see it fully but to me it gives a "woah. eren was a hero. he saved us from destruction. those people needed to die for us to achieve this temporary peace and new start". i suppose the rumbling gave them a levelled playing ground?

OH MY GOOOOOD okay. i haven't finished code geass. but i really don't like lelouch. i mean... i think i just don't like characters that sacrifice other people for a purported 'greater good' (i could write an Essay about how much i hate erwin smith looking at him is enough to send me into an unhinged rage), but where i'm up to in the anime, i don't like the direction they're going with eren? i mean, i've never liked eren, but... that whole "martyr for the eldians" is just. ew. especially when you see several eldian characters disagree and resist him. 

why does this one guy get to make choices for everyone else? because he’s sPeCiAL? fuck off 

sorry for not being coherent. maybe i'm basing this too much on feelings ahaha. trust aot to finish it's scandalous run with a scandalous end.

no omg you're being perfectly coherent :( also, if anyone's making you feel bad or stupid for how you experience media, they’re... definitely not as smart as they think they are fdslskjfdlk. 

i'm of that mind that, while media consumption is in part an intellectual exercise, it is inherently very emotional; narrative media tries to make us feel as much as it makes us think. that’s what stories are for, you know? intellectual analysis is well and good but what’s the point of a story if it doesn’t make you feel anything?

that's to say, i don't believe there's such thing as basing your opinion too much on feelings :') especially since it's your personal experience with a piece of media; you don't owe anyone 'objectivity' (which is always a farce when it comes to this sort of thing) or 'logical analysis', because nobody's got any right to criticise you for engaging with media the 'wrong way'.

tl;dr I feel like the mood was too celebratory abt the rumbling, and didn't entail enough on the tragedy so much that it felt like a justification for genocide and expansionism. how do you feel abt it's ending and the message it leaves? is isayama responsible to give a morally correct answer to the cycle of hatred? you're not obligated to answer! and sorry for the rambling.

hhh yeah i guess that’s the thing at the end of the day... is isayama responsible for giving a “morally correct” answer? no, but the way the ending plays out is very telling. 

like armin thanking eren? mikasa’s e n t i r e character boiling down to being in love with a mass murderer no matter how poorly he’s treated her? and one could argue that kind of ending is supposed to be unsettling, supposed to hint that the cycle will just continue, but...

framing is everything. and it’s framed like a Good, Emotional Thing, Aren’t We So Grateful Eren Did All Those Awful Things 

YI think I would've been fine if we got to see more of Eren's or Yif you have a different perspective on how eren is being portrayed please do share! I just felt really yucky watching armin say "thanks for murdering all those people for us" with love,,, I suppose he was trying to make eren feel better. ach maybe I'm just overreacting. idk. im dumb ahaha . i'll send this in anyway cuz I'd love to hear your take!

HHHHHHH i just hate eren and i never got him. i felt bad for him in the beginning, but he's always been too... violent for me. there was a very short period of time in season 2 where i felt bad for him, but otherwise it’s just been... ugh. the main three have always been the weakest part of the series imo, so it’s really not surprising they’re part of the reason the ending was so. bad. 

and... well, that one infamous quote pretty much sums up my issue with armin. he's supposed to be the 'intelligent' one, but he's hopelessly devoted to a homicidal maniac with whom he has a very artificial, unbelievable bond with.

at the end of the day, the "thank you for becoming our monster" thing just makes it seem like attack on titan's core message is "war is horrible, but it is necessary." it feels like it's justifying massacre. and while fiction is fiction, and sometimes it's as simple as that, i think something as politically loaded as attack on titan needs to be looked at with a critical lens when discussing what it’s trying to say or what it means. 

do i think it makes someone a Bad Person for liking aot or being attached to it in some way? no, because that’s dumb, and what media someone likes =/= their Moral Goodness TM. ofc trends are a thing and certain pieces of media appeal to certain types of people, but it’s a false equivalency that misses the point. 

but by that same breath, nobody is wrong or stupid or has Less Valid Opinions just because what they took away from it makes them uncomfortable. 

i’m sorry this is So Long i have so many thoughts about this dskljfslkj 

but at the end of the day, 

levi sexy

[franklyshipping]

Day 13 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

WOWIE DAY NUMBER THRITEEN LET'S GO MY FRIENDS LET'S KEEP THIS FIC TRAIN CHUGGIN LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @marvin-lee-magician @marvinleemagician and @marvin--the-magnificent

So…I know that opening all your presents on Christmas day is always so wonderful and amazing and thrilling…but I think we all have that curiosity. Whenever we see presents laid out under the tree on the lead up to the 25th, even from just looking at them we all try to figure out in advance what we’ll be getting this year. We just can’t help ourselves! Sometimes we just look, and sometimes we pick up the gifts and shake them until someone drags us away kicking and screaming, that’s just how it is. One thing it also is though, is a mega scoop. Every ego had the curiosity, but no-one more than the young Reporter Jim. He was looking for the scoop of the season with sensational spoilers, and he was convinced that finding out the contents of everyone’s presents was the best way to go about it.

How would he do this you ask? Well, he’d set up a stake-out point (a mini blanket fort behind a couch) with a view of the main Christmas tree, wait for someone to deposit a bunch of gifts, and then interview them for all the juicy details. That was the plan anyway. Jim had gotten a tad side-tracked, but I mean you couldn’t blame him; if you were to see a cute little glob in his own Christmas jumper, I figure you’d get side-tracked from whatever task you were doing too.

‘The Demon Hunter Jims knitted it for you? How intriguing! Did they use itty-bitty knitting needles?’

Jim asked curiously, to which Gooper replied with a soft shrugging motion and a little gurgle; Jim hummed.

‘I’m sure I shall find out at a later time from them-oh! Say, you wouldn’t happen to have any information on those there wrapped gifts would you? I’m trying to get all the hot gift gossip!’

Jim received another little shrug and a gurgle, although Gooper had been partaking in many a transferring of gifts from people to different places, he knew nothing of the contents. Jim sighed softly, but nevertheless smiled at the little glob and stroked him gently.

‘Ahh no matter, I shall soon come across the intel! Thank you though dear Gooper, your company and interview etiquette is impeccable as always!’

Gooper let out a proud, happy gurgle and gave Jim’s fingers a little hug before shuffling away from Jim’s hiding spot and going about his globular business. Jim humphed softly as he settled back in his hiding spot and refocused his keen gaze on the Christmas tree, wondering how long he’d have to wait before he could spot or acquire any fresh leads. He didn’t have to wait long though, because not even a minute later….in came Marvin the Magnificent, or Magic Jim as he was known by the Jims. Jim gasped silently as he watched the magician bring in an armful of gifts, and arrange them neatly under the tree.

‘Perfect…’

Marvin sighed happily to himself as he finished his arrangement and stood up straight, doing a little stretch, and then turning to leave the room the way he came. I can tell you right now though, that Marvin wasn’t going to be leaving so quickly….Jim wasn’t one to give up a scoop. So he, very literally, jumped out of his hiding spot, brandished his microphone, and landed perfectly in front of the magician as he exclaimed.

‘WHAT CAN YOU TELL ME ABOUT THOSE GIFTS YOU JUST PUT DOWN?!’

Marvin let out a, totally brave and masculine, shriek as he jumped about two feet in the air, his eyes wide at the sudden Jim Appearance. Once he realised that it was merely A Jim and not a threat, he clutched his chest and let out an embarrassed laugh.

‘Blohoody hehell, wahay to nearly give me a heart ahattack Jim!’

Jim then found himself feeling a tad embarrassed, realising that he had perhaps made his entrance a tad too dramatic, especially since he wasn’t usually so brash. He smiled bashfully as he replied.

‘S-Sorry Magic Jim, I-I just really need this scoop!’

Marvin laughed fondly, the stammers revealing to him that it was Reporter Jim, one of the youngest Jims, that he was talking to. Then the magician furrowed his eyebrows curiously.

‘What scoop?’

At his interest, Jim started to fidget with excitement…before going on a good old Jimmy ramble.

‘The scoop of presents of course! The secrecy and mystery that shrouds gift giving at Christmas is simply UNPARALLELLED, so I have made it my task to uncover the identity of every single gift in the ego household! And, Magic Jim, since I have just seen you deposit quite a lot of gifts I simply must interview you for intel!’

Marvin chuckled softly at the young reporter, finding his excitement and rare confidence seriously cute and adorable. However…Marvin didn’t know the contents of the gifts he’d put under the tree, he’d merely been doing a favour for some fellow egos by putting them there. However, Marvin didn’t have the heart to disappoint the young Jim by telling him he didn’t know anything, so the magician decided to play coy.

‘Oh but I couldn’t possibly divulge that information Jim! Christmas gift-giving is shrouded in secrecy for a reason, the secrecy is part of Christmas itself!’

Marvin inspected his nails as he mused with a playful smile, and resisted the urge to aww at Jim’s sudden excited squeak at thinking Marvin had information. The reporter was BEYOND excited, and he was certainly not going to let any coyness get in the way of the scoop of the year!

‘Oh please Magic Jim, pleeease? I won’t tell anyone what they’re getting, I swear on the clan of Jim!’

Marvin repressed a fond laugh upon seeing how Jim was practically pouting up at him like a sweet little kid, hut the magician held firm. He folded his arms with a playful smirk and glimmering eyes.

‘Sorry Jim, these lips are sealed.’

Marvin loved playing with Jim like this, he loved the meek Jim in general because he was just a complete and utter sweetheart; plus, in his rare moments of being passionate and excitable, he was almost unbearably cute. Meanwhile, Jim was pouting with furrowed eyebrows at Marvin’s teasing. He was resolute on getting whatever information the magician had, so he was brainstorming, trying to figure out how he could get what he wanted…then…an idea came to him. It was an excellent idea, but Jim was nervous to try it out. He’d never done it to anybody else by himself before.

‘W-Well….what if I persuade you a-and make you tell me?’

Jim cleared his throat, standing up a little straighter. Marvin couldn’t help but grin curiously at what sounded like a playful threat from Jim.

‘Oh? And how exactly are you gonna do that?’

Jim pursed his lips when Marvin teasily…and he narrowed his eyes at the magician. He was going to put his nervousness aside. He was going to get the intel from Magic Jim…even if it meant tickle torturing it out of him. He put his microphone down, took a step towards Marvin, and smiled as he spoke softly.

‘Magic Jim….are you ticklish?’

Marvin’s eyes widened at the question, making Jim giggle excitedly.

‘I’ll take that as a yes.’

Jim eagerly pounced on the bemused, flustered magician, pinning him to the floor as Marvin burst out into babbles. Whatever he’d been expecting from the meek Jim, it certainly hadn’t been this….and now Marvin was worried. If he’d known that this was going to happen then he wouldn’t have fibbed.

‘N-No wait I-I-I don’t know anything! H-Honestly! I-I-I was just p-playing-AH! J-Jihihim!’

Marvin’s eyes got wider and wider with every second as he clung to the hope of Jim believing him….but alas….he did not. Jim merely giggled down at the magician, and started gently scratching at the sides of his neck as he teased.

‘Do you really think I’m going to fall for that? I’m not gonna stop until you tell me everything!’

Marvin’s cheeks went a hot pink as he tried to push at Jim’s hands, flustered at how he’d basically brought this entire thing on himself.

‘Ihihi swehear Ihi dohon’t knohow ahanything! Ihi swehehear!’

Jim rolled his eyes fondly, finding Marvin very adorable since he thought he was willingly playing along with it all. He made swift work of Marvin’s flapping hands, pinning them under his knees before returning to running his blunt nails up and down Marvin’s neck evilly.

‘Come on now Magic Jim, I know you Septic Jims like to try and be tough, but I’m only gonna tickle you more if you keep fibbing!’

Marvin whimpered and giggled adorably, shaking and tossing his head about as he tried to scrunch up his sensitive neck; of course, this only resulted in his hair going all over his face as he tried to plead the truth.

‘Ihihihi’m nahat fihihibbing! Plehehease! I-Ihihi’m reheally tihicklish!’

Jim couldn’t help but giggle and gasp sarcastically.

‘Woah, really?’

Jim’s sarcasm made Marvin blush harder and splutter with cute embarrassment.

‘Shuhuhut uhup!’

Jim grinned and cocked his head down at him, looking cheeky and boyish as he decided to let his tickly fingers slowly drift down to Marvin’s ribcage. Now he understood why his brothers tickled him so much all the time, this was SO much fun!

‘Now, now Magic Jim….you know how we Jims pride ourselves on manners….’

Jim teased as he traced over all of Marvin’s ribs, making the magician whine and squirm as goose-bumps rose all over his skin.

‘W-Wahait I-I dihihidn’t mean ihit! Plehehease Jihim no mohore!’

Jim giggled and raised his eyebrows down at Marvin.

‘Are you going to tell me what I want to know?’

Marvin whined even more, throwing his head back with a flustered smile in place.

‘I-Ihihi cahahan’t!’

Jim grinned an evil grin, but kept his voice evilly innocent as he dug into Marvin’s ribcage mercilessly.

‘Are you sure about that Magic Jim? Are you reeeally sure?’

Marvin’s whole body seemed to jolt as he burst into wide-eyed cackles, his whole form thrashing about with his adorable ticklishness as he gazed up at Jim desperately.

‘AHAHA JIHIHIM NAHAHA! STAHAHAPPIHIT!!’

‘Tell me what you know! Or I’m gonna tickle and tickle right up till Christmas Day! Don’t think I won’t!’

Jim teased, and his inner innocence somehow just made the entire thing even more flustering for poor Marvin; Jim was so sweet, and yet so torturous, and it was flustery as fuck! He was snorting and wailing in embarrassment through his mirth as he realised that Jim was probably the teasiest tickler he’d ever met….and he was shook.

‘NAHAHA JIHIHIHIM YOHOU MEHEHEANIE!!’

Marvin cried, and Jim giggled fondly down at him, the magician looked so precious. His face was screwed up with his mirth and his eyes were closed, plus his hair was mussed up entirely and starting to stick to his forehead. Jim decided that now would be the perfect time to rub the gaps in-between the magician’s ribs as he cooed.

‘You’ve only brought this on yourself Magic Jim! If only you’d talked earlier, then you might have been spared this torture….but no, you had to be a defiant little Septic didn’t you?’

Marvin wailed and arched his back at the tickling as Jim continued to tease, the latter feeling absolutely thrilled at the whole thing.

‘I know you think I’m the meekest of the Jims…but all Jims share a power and a passion, so you know I mean it when I say I’m not gonna give in….’

To put it simply, Marvin had never felt so flustered in the entirety of his life, and he rubbed shoulders everyday with Antisepticeye for goodness sake! The magician ended up letting out a shriek as Jim targeted his bottommost ribs, it was just torture.

‘PLEHEHEEEEASE! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAD!!’

Jim hummed at his cries, and decided to relinquish the rib-tickling, he was a very nice guy after all and didn’t want to totally overwhelm the magician. He was passionate tickle torturer for sure, but not a heartless one, which Marvin was certainly thankful for as he took a few moments to catch his breath. Once he had done so though…Jim was quick to start drifting his fingers over Marvin’s tummy; he smiled as he whispered softly.

‘You know what I want…’

Marvin was a mess of trembles and sweet little gasps by this point, poor guy.

‘I-Ihi cahan’t gihive it toho yohou…’

Jim pouted softly down at Marvin, keeping up the softer tickling as he replied.

‘But why?’

Marvin had to take a few moments to get his voice under control amidst his giggles, but he managed it as he looked up at Jim.

‘Ihihi fihibbed! Ihi nehever knew ahanythihing from the stahart! Ihi swehear!’

Jim furrowed his eyebrows down at the magician….his eyes were so wide and watery and…honest. Could it be that Marvin was actually telling the truth? Jim’s tickling started to really slow down now as he became encompassed by his thoughts.

‘But….Magic Jim I don’t understand, why fib in the first place?’

Marvin was still giggling, but at seeing Jim starting to believe him, it spurred him to speak.

‘Y-Yohou lohooked soho happy when yohou thought Ihi knehew somethihing, I-I d-dihidn’t wahant to ruin thahat…’

Jim’s eyes widened as his jaw very nearly dropped. He stopped the tickling and slid off of Marvin, shocked and almost tearing up as the realisation hit him hard. Marvin had been being so sweet to him, and all this time he’d just been tickle torturing the absolute hell out of him!

‘O-Oh my…M-Magic Jim I-…I-I didn’t realise! I-I’m s-so sorry!’

Jim was on the verge of starting to feel awful about what he’d done…but Marvin’s chuckle and grin stopped that from happening. The magician sat up and ran a hand through his long locks, giggling fondly at Jim as he replied.

‘Duhude don’t even worry about it, Ihi shouldn’t have fibbed in the first place so I kinda deserved all that…’

Jim relaxed and giggled a tad at Marvin’s words, since that was kinda true. Then though, he found himself blushing when Marvin nudged him and playfully teased.

‘You’re a mean little tickler by the way! Where d’ya learn to be that evil, huh?’

Marvin grinned as he sneakily poked Jim’s arms and sides, making the meek man squeak and giggle bashfully, half-curling up as he replied in the most adorable fashion.

‘I-Ihi have aha lot ohof mehean brothehers!’

Marvin let out an amused sigh of realisation as he stopped the playful poking, chuckling gently.

‘Ahhhh figures, siblings can be evil little shits.’

Jim giggled at that, but then the magician fixed him with a curious look.

‘Oh, by the way, why do you wanna know what everyone’s gifts are anyway?’

Jim blinked at the sudden question, before developing a bashful blush and rubbing the back of his neck as he mumbled.

‘O-Oh…well….I-I wanted to make this little catalogue thing for everyone on Christmas Day, for everyone to look at after they’ve opened all their presents. With pictures and descriptions of everyone’s gifts and who they were from and why they chose specific gifts for specific people, like a gift album I guess…’

…Marvin’s heart just absolutely melted.

‘….that is the sweetest idea I’ve ever heard.’

Jim lit up with a cute, bright smile…hearing someone talk about his idea like that made him feel so happy.

‘R-Really?’

Marvin eagerly nodded, an excited grin in place.

‘Hell yeah! Say, would a magical assistant be of any use to you?’

Jim gasped and squealed at the prospect of Marvin wanting to help him, and dove in to hug him as he babbled giddily.

‘Oh my goodness Magic Jim I’d love that so much thank you you’re so sweet and generous and an amazing Jim thank you thank you! I-I have a scope-out den come on come with me come with me!’

Marvin giggled, and was feeling excited beyond belief as he was led into Jim’s secret den of scoping and snooping, and they soon became an intel finding team…and god help you if you tried to keep your secrets from them.

WOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS NEXT FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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Tales of the Rays: Fairy’s Requiem Chapter 7 Summary (Parts 1 - 5)

I’m still not over this chapter, so here’s a summary of the first half. I’ll do the last half sometime soon or when I have free time. In the meantime, if you wished to check out some untidy ramblings about the story, I have linked some of my relevant tweet chains under the cut. Please enjoy!

Note: I am open to corrections, in case you find something iffy about what I’ve summarized/translated! There are clearly some parts I paid more attention to than others, ahaha...

Part 1

The chapter opens with Luke, Tear, Mieu, and Jade talking among themselves regarding Luke’s condition and the fact that Lorelei was exoflected. 

Ever since he heard that Lorelei got exoflected, Luke had been worried about disappearing. So far, his body showed no signs of breaking apart, but he's worried all the same. On Jade's end, he explains that when the seventh fonon is exoflected, it's turned into an approximate equivalent in Tir Na Nog thanks to encoding. So rather than the Seventh Fonon being exoflected, it's already been changed to fit the laws of the world. And since Luke had already been exoflected, it means that there already is an encoded version of the existing seventh fonons.

Their theorizing and Luke's worrying is interrupted by the rest of the Abyss cast filing in (Guy, Natalia, Asch, Anise). Who, well, discover that Luke was due to disappear. Natalia says there's no use hiding it from them, since she noticed Luke had been broody since he learned Lorelei was exoflected, and noticed something was up.

Asch demands an explanation from Jade, but Luke opts to be the one to explain stuff, and there's a small fade to black as everything is explained…

Asch TL;DRs the whole thing by saying that Luke was undergoing fonon separation prior to getting exoflected, and was due to disappear. When Luke got exoflected, his fonon separation halted due to the change in environment. Luke looks to Jade for confirmation, and he says yes and follows up a bit. Jade says that because Lorelei was exoflected, the environment is becoming quite similar to how it was in Auldrant. And while Luke's fonon separation has not begun, they need to be on alert for the possibility.

Asch: ...Tsk. Wherever we go, you really need some delicate handling, replica.

Luke: ...Sorry.

Asch: Who told you to apologize?!

Natalia: Asch! You've also been acting funny lately. Since you've heard about Lorelei getting exoflected, you've returned to how you were when we were first exoflected.

Asch: …!

Jade: Indeed, because it seems that Asch is under the impression that he's going to disappear.

Asch: ……….

Natalia: Huh? What's the meaning of this, Asch?!

Asch: ---Necromancer, am I going to disappear?

Jade: This world and Auldrant's conditions are too different from each other. I cannot say for certain with regard to the future.

Jade: But at the moment, as an original, your life is not in danger.

Jade: Lorelei was exoflected as a spirit here. Already, seventh fonon studies material from Auldrant cannot be used as references.

Then Jade says that Asch's fretting and impatience in their original world is no longer necessary here. And then proceeds to say that he's cutting off the explanation there and thinks it's unnecessary for him to go more detailed, since there's no one else that knows anything about fomicry more than him. Asch snarks back by saying that Jade's manner of speaking, as usual, is quite irritating. But he buys what Jade is saying, because he can't really imagine Jade lying to reassure him. Guy is rather curious why Asch thinks he's going to disappear, but Asch decides to opt out of the explanation because it's a long story. He does apologize for snapping at Luke and Natalia as a result of his misconceptions.

But then, that brings them to the matter of being unable to rest at ease with regard to Luke's condition. Jade doesn't deny what Asch said, and says it's the reason why he wants to speak to the spirit Lorelei. As it seems, fonons have been replaced by chiral particles in this world, and Jade is concerned about how the special characteristics got translated, since there's more to fonons than meets the eye. He's not sure if those other characteristics got translated into a chiral molecule property or was incorporated into anima, which is unique to Tir Na Nog.

So the concern now is that Lorelei's exoflection may have caused those rules to change as well, because of "layered processing" done at the time. TL;DR, as mentioned by Guy, it's necessary to speak to Lorelei just to determine how the nature of the translated Seventh Fonon changed.

This time, they're interrupted by Ix calling them over mirrage comm. It seems that an overseer from the Empire has arrived in the Auldrant territory, and the person's name is in the nexus list. His name is Ion...

Part 2

Mercuria is not happy, wondering what's taking Demitrius. Chigal tries to reassure her, but she starts musing about how Demitrius is keeping so many secrets from her lately. Much musing ensues, and Chigal ends up bringing up that Nuadha used to call Demitrius "kind poison".

Demitrius eventually arrives. As a result of his bargaining with Glastein from the previous chapter, it is revealed that Richter got turned into a Living Doll β. Mercuria is devastated to find out what happened to Richter, who doesn't recognize her at all. Regal has also been β'd, and they've come to take away Chigal and Junior. Chigal and Junior make a promise to Mercuria to return.

Mercuria ends up excusing herself despite Demitrius' apologies, and quietly starts scheming a way to get her subordinates back, as she now has second thoughts about whether Living Dolls really are the right way to go about getting Bifrost back. Lukius tags along as Mercuria sets off to discuss more of her plans in private.

Part 3

Ix, Mileena, Karia, Kocis, and the Abyss cast arrive in the Auldrant portion of Tir Na Nog--Daath, specifically. Tear muses about the fact that the capital of the section is called "Daath", while Natalia and Asch worry about Woodrow given the previous chapter's events.

In the meantime, Luke and Ix are musing about the fact that this was around the place where the fake Jade had surfaced back in the day. Karia bemoans the fact that the real Jade isn't like the fake, who was kind and gentlemanly. Jade pretends to be hurt over this fact, much to Karia's consternation.

Luke then asks after Anise, who says she's fine. Ix then comments that she seems to be filled with sorrow whenever Ion's name comes up and wonders why that's the case, but then backpedals a bit and says she doesn't have to say it if the Auldrant people think it's unnecessary to say so. Jade encourages her to speak up about it--and Mileena as well (for a separate matter)--as the continued survival of the world depends on it. 

But before they could go any further with this line of thought, Karia shrieks, as she finds something rather horrific in the middle of the town…

...a Jade statue.

Kocis: Whoa, what’s the meaning of this…?

Asch: What’s a statue of this guy doing here…

Anise: I-is this for real…

Guy: That’s a work of art right there, Jade!

Should Mileena take a souvenir photo?

Jade: I will kill you, Guy.

Their surprise tour is cut short by a familiar shriek, which Ix seems to recognize.

???: Khhh! Call the one responsible for this! Now!

Ix: ...Huh? That voice, could it be…

Jade: Oh? Is it your acquaintance, Ix?

Ix: What?! No, but, isn't that--

Local: Oh boy, it's Dist the Reaper. You guys should probably get out of here.

Local: That guy… He just came here yesterday, but he seems to consider St. Jade as some sort of rival.

Luke: Oh… And I was relieved that we haven't seen much of him lately.

Asch: …

Natalia: Asch?

Mileena: Everyone, it'd be bad if we ran into Dist, so let's hide by the shrubbery over there. It's quite troublesome.

Jade: I have no objections. Everyone will be keeping a distance from that broken drainage pipe.

To no one's surprise, Dist seems to have taken major issues with the Jade statue and wants to destroy it. And Jade, for once, finds himself agreeing with Dist.

It's around that time that the overseer Ion appears, who Dist greets. Asch proposes they strike, while Luke comments that the overseer Ion seems to be in the same state as Woodrow before. And Natalia surmises that this Ion got Living Doll β'd. It's around this time that Jade gives the go signal for them to jump in and try to save Ion.

Part 4

The party defeats the guards, and Guy asks Dist to hand over Ion. Anise still doesn't have so many words to spare and is acting a little strangely. Dist tries to shake her up by going as far to refer to Ion as the "master that she got killed", to which Anise responds that she's not easily that shaken up, and proceeds to go in for the kill...

However, Asch stops her. Anise is not happy and says he's attacking the wrong person. Asch says there's no mistake about what he's doing. Asch says he has some business with Lorelei. Dist asks if Asch is betraying Jade and the rest of the gang, to which Asch more or less roundaboutly says yes to. Though not without calling him "The Runny", much to Dist's chagrin.

Whatever the case is, Dist welcomes the prospect, since with Asch by his side he can further fomicry research, and he doesn't really care so much about the Empire's goals.

At this point, Dist has the group cornered with his robots, but Ix and Mileena have a trick up their sleeves, which is a transfer gate. The party (minus Asch) uses that to escape.

Asch is left with Dist, and demands that he be taken to Lorelei. Dist isn't too sold about being ordered around, as well as where Asch's loyalties lie. He needs more proof that Asch has betrayed Jade and the rest before doing so.

Back in the base, Ix suffers from side effects of using the transfer gate. Jade says he will explain things once they get Ix to their clinic.

Part 5

Meanwhile, in the Salvation Front, Marcus has gathered his troops to do some relocation work. He plans to start using the Altamira base they acquired from the casino event--a decision that is met with much protest. But it's a necessary decision given the danger of being in the Heimdallr from that point forward.

Phil continues to fret about things, and Sync pushes him to tell the truth to Ix. Because the longer he puts it off, the more difficult it would get.

One of the Salvation Front members pleads with Marcus again, but the conversation is interrupted by Sync, who spots an unconscious Barbatos, who was captured and turned into a Living Doll previously. The soldier with them speculates that Barbatos may have escaped from prison.

Marcus gets some info from an imperial soldier that had been chasing Barbatos, and tells the the Salvation Front soldier to escape along with the others while he and Sync take care of business there.

Some tweet chains I made regarding the chapter:

Untidy screaming about the chapter in general

A small correction to the above 2am rambling

Scene 6 stuff, regarding the OCs finding out about the events of Abyss and more Jade and Anise feels

Last scene stuff, mostly regarding Arietta and Sync and Asch’s “betrayal”