#no more desperately waiting for mods

[limewatt]

GOD i love botw. no other game compares in how fun it is to sit around and travel and do nothing and cut grass and catch bugs and break ore deposits and take pictures of wildlife and pick up herbs and veggies and fruit and observe and

[cookiescribble]

Show Me How To Be Whole Again

A/N: hi everyone! This is the fic I've been working on for eight months 😮‍💨. I hope it came out as well as I hoped it would 😅 - mod angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: When Spencer is abducted, you rush to the team to make sure you're there when they find him. After you get home, Spencer's behavior starts to get more and more concerning, and you're desperate for answers. (based on 2x15 and the aftermath of that episode)

Word Count: 7.1k

CW: Mentions of abduction, violence, drug addiction, withdrawal, arguing. some angst in the middle but i am incapable of writing something without a happy ending.

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The call came early in the morning. They said they called you as soon as they could. 

If you were thinking rationally, or if you could stand being alone for 5 minutes after hearing the news, maybe you would’ve stayed home. But you couldn’t stay put knowing Spencer was in trouble. 

You quickly threw a few days’ worth of clothes in a carry-on bag and took the first flight out of the nearest airport. You were trying so hard to keep yourself together and not break down crying on a crowded airplane, but the thoughts just kept rushing in your head. You were so worried about him. 

When you landed, you called the team and told them you were going to the police station and you were going to stay there until they found him. You wouldn’t let anyone argue with you. You wouldn’t be able to calm down until they found him anyway, so being anywhere else didn’t make sense. 

You didn’t really think of what you’d do when you got there. You’d just been on autopilot since you got the call. You were hoping someone would meet you there. 

When you frantically burst through the doors of the police station, JJ was standing there waiting for you. You dropped your bag and hugged her tight. 

“It was my fault,” she choked out, sobbing. “We were together and… we split up… I shouldn’t have split up…”

You shook your head vigorously. “No, no, you’re not the one who abducted him. It’s not your fault.” You were also sobbing now. You tried taking deep breaths to calm yourself, but all you could think about was what could possibly be happening to Spencer right now. 

You calmed down enough to ask, “Where is everybody else?”

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath herself. “We set up at the unsub’s house. He took Spence to a secondary location, and Garcia set up there to get to his computers.” She looked down. “I really should be getting back there.”

You nodded while she talked. “I’m coming with you,” you announced. 

She looked at you, concerned. “We can’t risk you-“

You cut her off. “I am coming with you. I’m staying with you until we find him,” you stated forcefully. 

She didn’t argue further. She could see the desperation in your eyes, you’re sure. Even someone who didn’t analyze behavior for a living could see that. “Alright. Let’s go.”

…

You arrived at the house. You couldn’t tell how long the car ride took; every second felt like an hour. 

When everybody saw you, they took turns giving you a hug. You could tell they were concerned that you were here, but they could see how devastated you were. You think they understood. 

You hung around while they all did their jobs and tried to find Spencer. You sat next to Penelope and watched as she tried to do whatever she could to help find him. 

Time passed. The team was coming in and out of the room as they needed to. Derek was probably in here the most, giving his moral support to Penelope. 

Suddenly, the monitors in front of you lit up. 

“What‘s happening?” Derek asked. 

“I… don’t know,” Penelope answered. 

Your heart dropped as an image popped up on the screen. 

It was Spencer. He was sitting in a chair, his hands tied together. He was wearing the clothes you watched him pack on the morning you last saw him. 

He looked so scared. 

“Guys! Get in here!” you heard Derek yell. 

You couldn’t look away from the screen. 

The rest of the team rushed in, faces dropping as they saw what was happening. 

Someone was talking in the background of the stream. You couldn’t hear them. Your heart was thumping so hard you could hear it in your ears. Spencer was replying to whatever they were saying. Through your loud heartbeat, you could hear his trembling voice. Your eyes started to water. 

After a few moments, you heard someone near you say something and suddenly you were being pulled away from the screen and into another room. 

When you realized what was happening, you looked up to see Hotch holding your shoulders, pushing you away from the horrific scene unfolding on the monitors. 

You started sobbing. “I have to see him,” you tried to say, but your voice was cracking. 

“No. You saw that he’s alive. That’s all you need to see.” he said firmly. He was protecting you from seeing something that would truly break you. 

You couldn’t argue. What you saw shook you to your very core; you couldn’t go back in there. You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded. “You’re going to find him and bring him back safe.” It wasn’t a question. You knew they’d find him. They had to. 

You took a step back, telling Hotch he could go back to the team in the other room, and that you were okay out here.

You sat at a table, laying your head down and covering it with your arms. You had started crying, and you couldn’t stop. How could they do this to him? He’s never done anything to hurt anybody. All he does is help people. How could someone look at him and feel anything other than warmth, comfort, and love?

You heard footsteps come into the room. The girls came in and sat around you. You picked your head up to look at them, your eyes already swollen from crying so much. 

“What happened?” you asked frantically. Your heart was racing again. 

“He’s okay,” Emily said quickly. “He’s alive. The unsub… made him choose a victim to keep alive, but there’s going to be more victims… and then the camera cut off.” She took a deep breath. “It looked like making that decision let him live.”

You buried your face in your hands. This was so cruel. you knew he dealt with bad people every day, but… this was so heartbreaking. How could someone feel so little remorse for other human beings that they force an innocent person to decide someone’s fate?

You took deep breaths to try not to cry again. “I can tell he’s in so much pain right now… He’s going to blame himself for all those people’s deaths. The guilt is going to eat him up inside. He’ll feel horrible even if he does make it out of this.”

Everyone took turns patting your back to reassure you. “He is going to make it out of this. He’ll be home soon.”

You nodded, forcing yourself to believe it. You had to believe it. If you didn’t believe it… you would break down more than you ever have before. 

…

You stayed in that room for what felt like an eternity. The team took turns keeping you company when they weren’t busy. They gave you vague updates to let you know that Spencer was still alive. They didn’t tell you details of what they saw. You didn’t ask. Seeing the somber looks on their faces told you all you needed to know.

Eventually, everyone came rushing out of the room, putting on their coats and practically running out the door. Penelope came to sit with you, her eyes wide and full of hope. “They found where he is. They’re going to him now.” She hugged you tightly. “He’s going to be okay.”

Tears leaked out of your eyes again. This time they were happy tears. The immense rush of relief you felt was enough to render you speechless for a while, until you finally choked out, “They’re going to call us when he’s safe?” She nodded eagerly and you let out a huge sigh of relief. 

The wait felt like forever. You were still nervous. What if they don’t get to him in time? What if they’re just barely too late?

Finally, finally Penelope’s phone rang. She answered quickly, nodding at what she was hearing. Eventually she hung up and looked at you, smiling. “He’s with them now. The unsub is dead. They’re rushing an ambulance but his injuries seem minor considering… what’s been happening.”

You closed your eyes and took another big sigh of relief. “I’m going to meet the ambulance there,” you declared.

Penelope looked at you quizzically. “I don’t know if-“

“You said the unsub is dead,” you cut her off. “There’s no more danger. I’m going to him.” You saw keys to one of the FBI vehicles that was left over since they had multiple people to a van. You picked them up and tossed them to Penelope. “You know their coordinates. You drive.”

She caught the keys and nodded at you, unable to argue with your logic. You both rushed out to the van and sped over to the location. 

You saw the ambulance as you arrived there. You barely waited for Penelope to put the car in park before you were running out the door to where the ambulance had parked. 

You saw Spencer sitting at the edge of the back of the ambulance with a first aid blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He was beaten up, but he was still conscious and alert. You were relieved his injuries weren’t worse. 

“Spencer!” you shouted as you ran towards him. He looked your way, his eyes widening as he saw you. 

You threw your arms around his shoulders when you reached him. His shock quickly turned to something softer as he relaxed into your arms, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You nestled your face into his neck for a few moments, unable to stop your sobs of joy. “Oh, sweetie…” you cooed into his ear. 

He moved so his forehead was touching yours. Tears were streaking down his face. “I’m sorry…” he started. 

You shook your head vigorously. “No apologies. You’re okay now.” You kissed him on the forehead gently and threaded your fingers in his hair “Everything’s going to be okay.”

He nodded and tightened his grip on you, kissing you firmly. He kissed you for a long time before finally pulling away, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you,” he whispered.

You smiled warmly, whispering back to him. “I love you, too.”

You stayed like that for a few moments before everyone started pushing Spencer to get in the ambulance so he could go to the hospital. You rode with him, of course. You held his hand the whole way there. 

He wasn’t in the hospital for too long. They were able to treat his wounds relatively easily. The team waited in the waiting room while you followed him into the examination room. 

When you came back to the waiting room, hand in hand, everyone rushed to greet you before you all headed to the jet. 

You sat in the corner of the couch to the side of the other seats, motioning for Spencer to lay his head in your lap. He followed eagerly, curling up on his side and nestling his head in your lap. 

You ran your fingers through his curls as he began to fall asleep. He must’ve been exhausted. You couldn’t imagine him sleeping during any of that. 

You stayed like that the whole ride home, him asleep and you petting his hair softly. 

You gently woke him up when you landed. “C’mon, baby. We’re going home.”

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. You kissed his cheek before standing up, taking his hand as you went to the parking lot. He obviously wasn’t in any condition to drive, so he handed you the keys to his car and let you drive home. You insisted on stopping and getting some food on the way back. He said he didn’t feel hungry, but once he started eating, it seemed like he’d never stop. He must’ve been starving.

When you walked into your apartment, he grabbed you and hugged you tightly to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, relaxing into him. 

“I missed you so much.” He was crying again, sniffling softly. “I thought about you every waking moment. I knew I had to make it through because you were waiting for me.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, closing his eyes and savoring the moment. 

“I missed you too,” you said quietly, looking into his eyes with a soft expression. “I knew you were going to make it back.” You hugged him tight again. “I didn’t see everything. The team… made sure I didn’t see anything that was going to hurt me.”

He nodded, leaning down to stroke your cheek gently with his thumb. “I’m glad you didn’t have to see me like that.” He touched his forehead to yours. “What matters now is that I’m here with you.” He kissed you slowly, pushing your hair out of your face. 

You kissed for a long time, slowly making your way to your bedroom. You smiled up at him after a while. “As much as I would love to continue this…” You gestured to the bed. “You need to sleep.”

As if to prove your point, he let out a quiet yawn. You smiled as he sat down at the edge of the bed. You grabbed his pajamas from the drawer and helped him get changed and settled into bed. 

He lay his head on your chest and you stroked his hair gently, just like you did the whole way home. “Go to sleep, baby,” you whispered as his eyes closed. After a moment you heard his breathing slow as he fell asleep. 

“Goodnight,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head before relaxing to fall asleep yourself.   

…

After that night, things got… bad. 

Spencer wasn’t acting like himself anymore. He was… distant. Cold. He had never acted this way towards you before. Or anyone, for that matter. 

You had never had a problem with intimacy before, but suddenly he refused to touch you. Any time you would reach for his hand, or try to put your arm around him, he’d just shrug you off of him and move away from you. It always ended in you mumbling an apology and putting some space between you. 

He never explained why he didn’t want you to touch him. In fact, he didn’t talk a whole lot anymore. You often sat in silence, completely apart from each other. You always used to be able to count on him to fill these silences, but now he just stayed quiet. 

When he did talk, he was a lot more cold to you than he used to be. You had never fought before, but now it felt like any time he talked it was to argue with you about something. It felt like he was always angry lately. 

He didn’t even like to sleep in the same bed as you anymore. Most nights, if not every night, he slept on the couch. You started begging him, telling him that you would never cross over your side of the bed, but he shrugged you off saying he just needed to be alone.

All of this was really taking a toll on you. You tried not to show it, because you knew he was going through a hard time, so you only let your feelings out in places you could be alone. Which meant you spent a lot of time crying in the bathroom.

This went on for months. You thought that, surely, he had to tell you what was going on eventually. He had never hidden anything from you before, so you didn’t really know what to do, or how to handle this. You didn’t want to push him into talking about things he didn’t want to talk about, but something was very clearly wrong. 

After a particularly bad argument one night, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to go to someone about this. For Spencer’s sake.

The next morning, you set an extra early alarm, quietly getting dressed and tiptoeing past Spencer, who was asleep on the couch, and silently leaving your apartment. 

As you got in your car and started driving, you started arguing with yourself in your head. Part of your brain was trying to say that this wasn’t going to help, and that this was just like being a little kid and tattling to a teacher. But the emotional part of your brain was saying that just telling anyone would be able to help Spencer. And that little shred of hope was all it took to convince you to do this.

You shoved open the doors to the BAU, hoping that Spencer’s stories about his boss barely leaving his office were true. When you looked around, you saw an office with a light on, making you breathe a sigh of relief.

You bound up the stairs, knocking on the office door, a little more forcefully than you had intended. Hopefully it would help get your emotions across.

“Come in,” a familiar voice ordered. 

You took a deep breath before opening the door, seeing Hotch sitting at his desk with a bunch of paperwork in front of him. You wondered just how much paperwork this job required, and if he was always here hours before everyone else.

He looked surprised to see you. He would probably be surprised to see anyone at this early hour, but considering you don’t even work for him, he probably wouldn’t have even considered the possibility of you coming here. “Is there something I can help you with?” He asked. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You didn’t really think this far; you just figured that surely someone who works so closely with Spencer had to know something, especially since he was a profiler. 

You thought about everything that had happened in the last few months, trying to find the right words to properly articulate your concerns. But all the thoughts about Spencer pushing you away and refusing your affection, mixed with remembering what your relationship was like before that fateful night of his abduction, overwhelmed your mind so much that you just couldn’t stop your emotions flowing out. Tears welled in your eyes before starting to streak down your face. Here you were, in Hotch’s office, completely unannounced and uninvited, and you were just standing there crying.

After a few moments of crying, and of Hotch looking very concerned at this scene playing out before him, you decided it didn’t matter that you couldn’t form the perfect words. You just needed to say something. 

Through choked sobs, you finally managed to blurt out, “What’s wrong with Spencer?”

Hotch looked at you, his expression as unreadable as always. “What do you mean?”

You took a deep breath, too emotional to think about how you shouldn’t be saying all of this to your boyfriend’s boss. The words just started coming out in a rush. “Something’s wrong. We had never had a single argument before, and now the only time he ever talks to me is to pick a fight. He’s never present, he barely speaks, which I’m sure I don’t have to tell you is very strange behavior for Spencer. He never smiles anymore, he won’t let me touch him anymore, he won’t sleep in our bed anymore, he only sleeps on the couch…” 

You covered your eyes with your hands, trying to stop the tears from coming out. Finally, after some shaky breaths, you finished by saying, “I just wanted to know if there’s anything you could tell me about this. If you know why he’s acting this way. If there’s something he’s not telling me.”

Hotch hesitated before gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. “Do you want to take a seat?”

You looked at the chair, and you noticed you were shaking. You nodded, and sat down in the chair, trying to calm down. But you couldn’t help being extremely restless, your leg bouncing rapidly while you sat.

Hotch leaned forward, moving some paperwork out of the way and placing his hands on his desk. His expression was slightly softened. “Working in this field, you go through a lot of traumatic things. Reid’s abduction was one of the worst things an agent can go through.” His voice was low and steady, which was a welcome contrast to how frantic your own words had come out. “Anyone would struggle after that.”

You sighed. “I know, but-”

He raised his hand to cut you off. “That being said, we’ve all been able to tell that Reid has been a little off.” He saw you raise your eyebrow and added, “Okay, a lot off.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “We have some… theories, but we can’t know for sure what’s happening with him unless he tells us. And since he’s already struggling, we didn’t want to make it worse, especially since he’s technically just a subordinate or coworker. But if he’s not telling you either…” He looked at you sympathetically. “I’ll try to talk to him.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “... Thank you. Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I came here out of the blue.” You stood up, taking a step forward as if you were going to hug him, but for once your rational thoughts took over and you stayed where you were.

He stood up after you. “You’re welcome. It couldn’t have been easy to come here and talk about this.” He reached out to shake your hand, and when you shook his hand back he put his other hand over yours and spoke softly to you. “I’m going to try to get through to him. I promise.”

His gentle hands and soft-spoken words were enough to reassure you, at least for now. You nodded, thanking him again before leaving his office. You were able to leave with a lot more composure than you came here with.

It was getting late by the time you left Hotch’s office, and there were a lot more people here now. As you came down the stairs, you looked up to see Spencer staring at you. He wasn’t angry, thankfully, but he looked… kind of dumbfounded. Which made sense. You had no reason to be here at all, let alone a reason to be talking to his boss.

As you walked towards him to get to the door to leave, he turned to you. “Hey…” he started, his voice soft.

You didn’t know what to say, his soft voice sounding nothing like what you’ve been hearing these past few months. So you just kind of waved to him awkwardly, pointing to your watch to indicate that you had to get to work, and you left the BAU. 

When you got back in your car, you took a few minutes to process everything that had happened. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to convince yourself that everything was okay. You believed Hotch when he said he’d help. It felt like Spencer was in capable hands.

…

Later that day, you had been in the bathroom when Spencer came home, and you didn’t hear the door open and close. When you came out, you saw him standing awkwardly in the front of your apartment. It made you jump a little bit. “Hi… I didn’t know you were home,” you muttered awkwardly.

He stood there looking at you, his eyes moving a little as if he was thinking of what to say. After a few moments, instead of saying anything, he walked over to you and hugged you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

You just froze for a moment, not sure how to react. But he kept his tight hold on you, as if you were the only thing keeping him up right now, and you finally started to hug him back just as tightly. You both just stood like that for a few minutes, holding each other.

Finally, he spoke up. His voice was soft, barely a whisper, and he sounded so fragile. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He was starting to cry now, making soft sobbing sounds into your shoulder.

Hearing him cry broke something in you, and shortly you were also in tears. “Oh, Spence…” You squeezed him a little tighter, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “It’s okay…”

He sniffled and shook his head, pulling back a little so he could look you in the eyes. “My behavior has been abhorrent lately. I’ve been struggling, and I’ve been bottling everything up. I didn’t realize just how much this was hurting you.” He took a deep breath, trying to keep up with his thoughts. “I guess I figured, if I didn’t tell you about my problems, then they couldn’t affect you. But I was wrong. It just made it worse.”

You looked at him sadly, one of your hands moving to gently stroke his hair. “You can always come to me with anything. I’ll always try to help you. You know that.”

Some more tears started falling down his cheeks, and you started to wipe them away with your thumb. “I guess I felt like… I didn’t deserve the help.” He took a few shaky breaths as he tried to calm down. “Like I didn’t deserve you being so nice to me.”

“Spencer…” you started, trying to make your voice sound as soothing as possible. “What’s wrong? What’s so bad that you can’t tell me?”

He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. “I… I don’t know if I can talk about it yet. But I promise I’ll tell you soon.” He looked at you determinedly. “Until then, I promise I’m going to try to be better to you.” As if to prove his point, he grabbed your face and captured your lips in a soft kiss, making your heart flutter.

After years of dating, you didn’t think you’d feel that flustered, shy feeling of butterflies in your stomach again. But, after these past few months of having no physical contact, this kiss almost felt like it was your first kiss all over again.

You couldn’t help but hold the back of his head to try to bring his face even closer to yours. You were craving his touch, and you needed his affection. On the off chance that this was a one-time thing, and that he would start to distance himself again after this, you figured you had to make it last.

He showed no signs of letting up, though, moving you both so you were laying on the couch, with him hovering over you. His lips never left yours the whole time, and his hands were moving around your face as if he was trying to remember what it felt like. 

He broke the kiss to look at you, before closing his eyes. His hands trailed from your face down to your neck, moving slightly under your shirt to your shoulders. He wasn’t just touching you, he was feeling you. As if feeling your skin would jog his memory of you. His breathing was soft and even as his hands moved down to your hips, his fingers gentle and slow on your waist as he started to lift your shirt up. 

Your breath hitched when you felt cold air suddenly hit your stomach. “Spence…” you spoke quietly, a soft blush on your face. 

He looked at you, his voice quick and reassuring. “I don’t want to do anything like… that. It would be a little too much for me right now.” He quickly flashed you that awkward little smile he had sometimes. “I just want to see you, to feel you.” His voice went a little quieter when he added, “I missed you.”

You looked at him sadly, reaching up to touch his face. “I missed you, too.” You leaned in to kiss him again. “I missed you so much.”

The soft, slow kissing resumed, and Spencer very carefully pulled your shirt over your head, his hands gently gliding over the newly exposed skin. You let out a dreamy sigh. You hadn’t realized just how touch starved you had been over these past few months. This is exactly what you had been needing. 

You just stayed on the couch like that for a while, his lips and hands on you, the gentlest of touches. After a little while longer, you started to unbutton his shirt, because you wanted to do the same to him.

He completely froze, sucking in a breath. You immediately pulled your hands away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” You trailed off, worried that you just ruined any progress that had been made tonight. 

He shook his head, sitting up and pulling you up with him. “It’s okay, I just… I don’t want you to see me with my shirt off.” He looked at you with pleading eyes, as if he was begging you not to ask about it. 

You hesitated, but instead of asking about it you tried to be a little more lighthearted. “I’ve seen you without a shirt plenty of times, Spencer.” 

He gave you a slight smile before the worried look came back to his face. “I just…” he started, “I can’t right now. Please understand.”

You nodded, taking his hand and giving it a slight squeeze. “I understand.” You stroked his hand gently with your thumb. “I’m not going to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You can trust me.”

He squeezed your hand back, giving you another little smile. “I know you won’t. I do trust you.” He let out a little yawn and started to rub his eyes. 

You looked at the clock, not realizing how late it had gotten. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” You leaned over to kiss his forehead. “You should get some sleep.”

You worried he would still insist on sleeping on the couch, but he just nodded, his hand still tightly holding yours as you both stood up and walked to your bedroom. He grabbed his pajamas and headed to the bathroom to change.

You sat on the bed and watched him for a few moments before he closed the door. You started to get dressed yourself, wondering what this problem was about. He had been a little shy around you when you two first started getting intimate, but you thought he had gotten over that. Had these past few months apart made the shyness come back?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Spencer coming back into the room. You stood up so he could get in bed. He looked so tired; you could see just how bad the dark circles under his eyes were.

He crawled under the covers, curling up and closing his eyes. You got in the other side of the bed, gently rubbing his back to soothe him. You didn’t want to push any boundaries, so you pulled away after just a moment.

He turned around, looking at you with those big eyes of his, and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. He closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath, as if soothed by your touch. You smiled softly. He looked more peaceful than you had seen him in a long time. It made it easier to close your eyes and relax.

It was silent for a while, and you thought he had fallen asleep. But then, you heard him speak very softly. “I love you.”

You opened your eyes to see him looking back at you. You squeezed his hand gently. “I love you too.” You leaned in and kissed his forehead, making him smile. “Get some sleep. I can tell you need it,” you whispered.

He nodded and closed his eyes again, moving a little closer to you before wrapping his arms around you and nestling his head in your neck. You hesitated for a moment in shock before cradling him in your arms. You kissed the top of his head. “Goodnight, baby,” you whispered to him. Soon, you could hear his breathing soften, and you just listened to the quiet sounds of him sleeping for a few more moments before falling asleep yourself.

…

Things didn’t magically get better after that, but they did improve. 

Spencer went back to sleeping in your bed, though he seemed to have a hard time sleeping nowadays. He was always tossing and turning, and you usually woke up in the middle of the night to either try to soothe him to sleep or to keep him company when he couldn’t sleep. 

There was a lot more talking, and a lot less fighting. You could have more comfortable conversations, and he would politely tell you when he didn’t feel like talking. It was a lot better than him yelling at you to leave him alone. 

There was still some arguing, but usually only when you were trying to get him to eat. He was always saying he wasn’t hungry, and you had to try to push to get him to eat, saying he needed some kind of nutrition. Sometimes he would snap at you, saying he would eat if he was hungry and that he didn’t push you when you didn’t want to eat. He’d always apologize, though, and try his best to explain that he was either feeling nauseous or he just didn’t have much of an appetite anymore. It seemed to get a little better after a few days.

He didn’t mind a little more physical contact. He wasn’t always up for it, but he didn’t seem to mind it as much. It was always trial and error, almost like trying to pet a skittish cat. You’d start by putting a gentle hand on his, and he’d tense up for a second, and he’d either pull away and explain he didn’t want to be touched, or he’d take your hand and hold it gently. A big improvement. It was just little touches: holding hands, an arm around his shoulder, a hug… it never went past that.

He didn’t talk about what it was that was bothering him at first, but you trusted that he would tell you when he was ready. After about a week, he was finally ready to talk about it.

…

You both were sitting on the couch, in one of your quiet moments. You were reading a book, like you usually did when Spencer felt like being quiet. The silences were starting to get more comfortable, making it easier to just do quiet activities next to each other.

After a few minutes, Spencer cleared his throat, making you look over at him. You bookmarked the page you were on and turned to him. “What is it?”

He hesitated, as if he wasn’t sure how to start this conversation. He closed his eyes for a moment to put his thoughts together, before opening them again to look at you. He spoke very softly.

“When I was…” he started, swallowing and taking a deep breath to compose himself before continuing, “... When I was abducted for those few days back in February, a lot happened. The man who took me had dissociative identity disorder, and dealing with all his personalities was difficult. But there was one of his personalities that was… nicer than the others. More helpful than harmful.” He closed his eyes again, and you knew this was really hard for him to talk about. You placed a gentle hand over his, and he let out a breath, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. He continued on, his voice still soft and sad.

“Unfortunately, one of the ways that he helped me was to… give me something to help numb the pain the others were causing.” He closed his eyes again, and he slowly rolled up his sleeves for you to see his arms.

You stared in shock. His arms were covered in needle marks. You covered your mouth. “Oh, Spencer…” You looked back up at his face, but his eyes were squeezed shut, as if he didn’t want to face this. You squeezed his hand to let him know you were here to support him.

“He would come to me saying Dilaudid helped with the pain, and after a few times, it started to feel… good.” He took another deep breath, his eyes still closed. “After he died, I took the bottles he still had. And when things started getting hard to handle… all the flashbacks and memories of what happened to me, I just needed to numb myself. And it worked, for a while. But eventually, I just… couldn’t stop.”

“Spencer…” you started, your voice gentle. “You could’ve come to me, I could’ve tried to help you-”

“I didn’t want that,” he cut you off. “I tried to convince myself that what I was doing wasn’t wrong. That it was just medicine that was helping me. But, obviously, I knew that wasn’t the truth. And I knew that if I told anyone about it, they would say I needed help. But I didn’t want help. I just wanted to live in this unrealistic world where everything I was doing was fine.” He finally opened his eyes to look at you. “That’s why I was lashing out. I didn’t want anyone to help me, and I also felt like I didn’t deserve anyone being nice to me.”

He looked at you very seriously. “I thought, if I didn’t tell you any of this, it couldn’t hurt you. I know how sensitive you are to other people’s emotions and problems, so I figured if I didn’t tell you, you couldn’t worry about me. Obviously, I was wrong, and that was a naive way of thinking.” He reached out and gently touched your face. “When I saw you at the BAU, I knew it was because you were worried about me, and I saw that you looked like you had been crying. And it just snapped me out of this false reality I had created for myself. And that’s when I came home and apologized, because I knew I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t keep hurting you.”

You listened to him silently while he talked, letting him get out everything he needed to say before responding. “Why didn’t you tell me that day? Or the few days after that? Why did you wait until now?”

He nodded as if he was waiting for this question. “I read that withdrawal symptoms peak within 12-48 hours, and that it usually takes 5-7 days for the symptoms to resolve. So I wanted to wait out those 7 days just to make sure.”

You gave him a sad look. “But if I knew you were having withdrawal symptoms, I could have helped you. I really wish you would have told me.”

He sighed. “I wanted to do it on my own. To prove to myself that I could do it. That I wasn’t just going to quit halfway through and relapse.”

You nodded sympathetically. “Well, I’m really glad you told me now. We can get through this together.” You gave his hand a little pat. “You know this isn’t the end of it, right? It’s not just over when withdrawal symptoms stop. You still need to work out these issues that made you start this in the first place.”

He nodded. “I know. I want to try to get help now. I… I think I’m ready. I want to look into going to therapy, and maybe some support groups if I need them.” He squeezed your hand again. “I know I can make it through this, because I know you’ll be by my side.”

You smiled softly at him. “I’ll always be by your side.” Your hand trailed up his arms, looking back at the needle marks. “Do they… hurt?” you asked softly.

He shrugged. “Only when they first appear. They don’t hurt right now.”

You nodded, and you gently touched the marks on his arm. You looked at him, and you slowly brought his arm up so you could give every little mark a gentle kiss, to let him know that everything was going to get better soon.

He looked at you with big, loving eyes, and he started tearing up a bit. He pulled you in for a tight hug, sniffling as he buried his face in your neck. “I love you so much,” he said with a shaky voice.

You held him tight, rubbing his back to comfort him. “I love you too, Spence. Everything is going to be okay.” Your voice was calm and soothing. “I’m here now.”

…

Things started to get much better after that. Spencer was way more comfortable telling you when things were feeling more difficult than usual. Typically, it would be when he came home from a particularly emotional case. You were always there to hold him and to soothe him. There was no more aversion to your touch or need for extended silences. He felt comfortable in your arms, and he knew he could talk to you when something was bothering him.

He started seeing a therapist, and you always went there with him. Usually, you just sat outside the office for his sessions so he could have the one-on-one help he needed. Sometimes, if he was having a particularly rough week, he would bring you in with him for extra support. And you were always there when he needed you.

It took a bit of time, but you learned how to help with whatever he needed you for. If he needed a distraction, you could always come up with some activity to get his mind off of things. You played a lot of board games, and started learning to bake so you could just pull out a new recipe to try and he could focus on getting everything just right. When he just needed someone to listen to him, or a shoulder to cry on, you didn’t mind being that person for him. And sometimes he just wanted to be held, saying that the physical touch grounded him. You were always happy to hold him. 

Over time, things got easier and easier to deal with. Eventually, things seemed to be fully back to normal. You both knew that this was always going to be a struggle that could come back, but you knew how to handle it now, and you were certain that you could get through any struggle that ever tried to get in your way.

[glokyo]

18+ (mod/ heavy smut... don't be scared.)

warnings; spit kink, mentions of sex, small manhandling, degradation, praise.

synopsis; !virgin reader only wants to please her husband.

You were set on waiting to marriage to have sex; you wouldn't even kiss anyone. You weren't religious or anything but when the idea of it being special came to mind, you found waiting the best route possible. Wanting someone who would be so committed to a relationship that they would marry you... and only then would you give yourself up.

So, when you started dating sweet Toji and it got more serious; you were so sure he was going to be the one.

And, gosh. How whipped he was over you; always treating you as the queen you are, rubbing your feet, cooking for you, providing for you every single day, giving you everything you need- especially respecting the fact that you didn't want to have sex until marriage, not pushing you or asking further questions. Toji only wanted to treat you as a queen constantly.

And the moment he got down on one knee, your heart exploded from excitement. He was your everything, just as you're his; he'll do everything and anything for you.

Toji was glad to be the first ever man to give you the pleasure that only a husband can achieve.

You would always look things up, you didn't watch porn but you'd always look at other people's experiences. Which got you into some kinks. You didn't discuss this with Toji, of course not, you were too embarrassed. When the day came, it was only right to say something... and he's making your first time fucking heaven.

"Wider, baby." Toji demands, his cock teasing your entrance. You're so tight; how is he going to fit your tight hole around him? He's got you trapped, supporting your leg while his arm hovers by your head. "C'mon. You gotta swallow it all, m'kay?" He mumbles, forcefully holding your head back. You nod, parting your lips and extending your tongue.

Toji slides his spare hand to your mouth, rubbing the side of your tongue with his thumb before spitting directly on it. For a first time, you sure as hell do know how to tease him. Giving him the sexiest look, pulling your tongue slowly in your mouth, swallowing it all down, showing him your tongue immediately after with a small moan. "Fuck... What a good girl..." He whispers, shifting to slowly slide himself in. You reach for his arm, squeezing it. "C'mon, mama... You gotta take me, alright? Be a big girl." He murmurs, you mewl, arching your back as he only takes himself deeper on a grunt, allowing you a moment to adjust. Biting his lip at the feeling of your juicy walls pulsating around him.

"You're too big," You huff, Toji leans in, kissing your cheek. "You got it. Take it, babygirl.." He shivers, slowly moving. You hold his shoulders, gently clawing at his flesh. Whenever you move, he moves- slow and steady until your body gets the hint... now he's not holding back. Reveling in the sound of your moans and hums of satisfaction. "Feels so good!- Mmm!! Mhm!!" You moan, squirming beneath him, completely lost in the mind numbing pleasure he's giving you.

"Yeah? I know it does, baby. I fucking know, mmfuck." He groans.

Because he had to prep you properly, he spent so much time lapping up every single juice in your pussy. It being slippery with spit and arousal only made the feeling of his cock in your pussy so much better.

Toji couldn't hold back on treating you like his personal slut now that he's able to make you feel good properly, pulling away and spitting on your aching pussy over and over, the squelching sound of him slamming himself back in making everything so fuckin good.

Your hands grip his back, your legs wrapped around him, completely in a daze and desperate for more. Toji thrusts deep, taking your other knee and spreading you wide, slowly sliding along your walls, barely within reach. He leans down to spit on your clit, biting his lip at the sight of it trickling down to his buried cock. He gives your clit a extra rub, lathering it in his saliva before slamming back in. "Fuck, you're s'fucking messy... god, what a slut...."

note: sorry guys! late post 🤠 gimme dat hundred!!!

[wayfayrr]

Self aware tears in stardew -

Just got a set of headcanons here that started as an idea with @h4wari on discord - just a few headcanons to ease myself back into writing as I start on the raffle prizes!! Just the idea of what if one of the links could find their way into a different game?

[masterlist]

✦ It started a while after he’s already self aware, having slowly ‘come to his senses’ over the course of you playing TotK. picking up on small details like the quest signs and buttons like the flurry rush prompt. 

✦ but… you finished his game, sure you still played it occasionally but not as often as you used to. Leaving him desperate to be with you again. Willing to do anything to be able to hear your voice again. 

✦ It isn’t exactly hard for him to get out of the game and into the switch proper, and after that it’s easier again to get onto your wifi and into your pc. It does take him a little bit to poke around in it, to find whatever it was that you abandoned him for. And more importantly find his way into it.

✦ Stardew wasn’t exactly what he expected to find, something this cozy? It’s almost dreamlike to him. But with how many mods there are already? It wasn’t exactly all that hard to make himself a mod to add an NPC - people love TotK anyway, how hard would it be to believe that there is a mod for it?

✦ The painful part is waiting for you to download it, because he knows that installing it himself would give it away to easily. 

✦ Thankfully he doesn’t have to wait too long, a few days at most till you get the mod, and your happiness makes it so worth it.

✦ He blends in surprisingly well, having coded himself a small winery similar to the Blue Moon vineyard. Seeing as it’s something he thought would be interesting to do when the game isn’t actively running, and wouldn’t you prefer the expensive gifts? 

✦ it’s not quite the same as being with you or having you with him, or even the same feeling as having your control over his body. But he can’t say that having you try to max out his hearts isn’t lovely, he just wishes that there wasn’t still a screen between you.  - There’s only a matter of time until he deals with that though, he'll have you in his arms before you know it

[verycharismaticdragon]

Okay, I promised a writeup of Luo Binghe voter fraud meme, and as Luo Binghe is currently in the finals of the poll this happened on, I figure now's a good time.

So! It all started when Luo Binghe, our beloved half-demon child, was submitted to @/hybrid-battle tournament - or rather, as it was called at the time, @half-being-battle. He won his first poll easily enough, but round 2 was a close battle where he and his opponent, Shantae from eponymous game, took the lead from one another a few times.

In the last ~12 hours, Binghe was losing slightly after a popular blog rb'd the poll with a call to vote for Shantae. However, SVSSS fandom caught this in time and passed the poll around some more. The poll ended with Luo Binghe winning with 51% of votes - or, as simple calculation will reveal, 14 votes lead.

We breathed out a collective sigh of relief, but too soon - as half a day later, someone sent this ask:

(x)

Initially the pollrunner wasn't intending to do anything about it, but then someone suggested a teamup option, and the poll for the option was made (x). It was rb'd by some SVSSS fans with the general sentiment of 'free our boy he did nothing wrong', but didn't gain real traction until:

@gaywarcriminals reblogged it with a small rant in Binghe's defense

@piosplayhouse rb'd said rant with addition of the image from vol.3 cover, of Shen Qingqiu holding Luo Binghe's hand, edited to look like SQQ is the one saying the text above.

This version of the post was circulated in fandom overnight, leading to 'Luo Binghe moves on alone' option winning by a large margin - and, ofc, to the birth of "Luo Binghe voter fraud" meme.

Though aside from this particular post being funny, there was another factor contributing to the meme catching on: how damn in-character it all was. The following sentiments were all repeated more than once in the post's notes:

Luo Binghe getting accused of crimes he didn't commit? Omg just like in canon!

Shen Yuan would absolutely buy bots to get his most beloved blorbo to win an internet poll.

It's just Luo Binghe's protagonist halo!

All of which made the situation fucking hilarious.

Then, the next day, tumblr user verycharismaticdragon (whoever they might be 😉) made some fanart about it, which possibly aided the spread of the meme too.

Also, SVSSS fandom surprised the mod with our chillness 😅

(x)

Since then, Binghe has been going strong in that poll - and now, he's in the finals! So make sure to vote for him; as we all know now, the real voter fraud is the friends we made along the way. And I do recommend checking Luo Binghe's tag on the poll for some fun propaganda we've been making, including a family tree by Pio and some more art by yours truly <3

But wait! There was also another layer to the voter fraud iceberg. The tl;dr:

At about the same time Luo Binghe vs Shantae ended, Hua Cheng was losing in round 1 of @/the-ghost-bracket, with something like 39% of votes to his name. In a desperate move, I linked his poll under my bingqiu voter fraud art, which gave him a boost to get close to a tie, but didnt flip the poll. The next day, I was explaining the LBH voter fraud meme to my friends, and mentioned Hua Cheng's poll too - which was when inspiration struck me, resulting in...

this post. [ID: art of Xie Lian with a wooden board which reads "Puqi shrine accepting donations in the form of votes for Hua Cheng in the ghost bracket", captioned "please help dianxia, he doesn't have the money for voter fraud"] Which gave the poll enough visibility for Hua Cheng to win with over 62% of votes in the end. (The link in the post is currently changed to round 2 poll, which HC was also initially losing. Srsly besties we gotta follow the tourneys to get our babygirls to win!)

So: LBH voter fraud meme had even helped little bro Huahua out.

And thats about it! Since then, the scum villain fandom has been joking about voter fraud on all of our polls 😂

(Aaaand the last reminder to vote Bingbing in the finals. His opponent has been gaining lately and I think we shouldn't leave it to the protagonist halo this time.)

[crowandmousewritingco]

Pairing: alpha!Oberyn Martell x omega!reader (implied Ellaria x reader)

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: R (18+ MDNI)

Summary: You've disguised yourself as a beta, but when you run out of supresents theres an alpha there to help.

Author: Mod Mouse

Warning: A/B/O dynamics, knotting, praise, male terms for genitalia. There might be more, but it is 18+.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You panicked as you scrambled to overturn every inch of your small bedroom. You were due to start your shift soon. The Prince of Dorne and his paramore were visiting their favorite brothel and Littlefinger wouldn’t have it anyway but perfect. 

But unfortunately for you, perfect wasn’t accomplishable. Up until this point, for your safety, you had been disguising yourself as a beta with an abundance of scent blocking gel and suppressants hoping no one would find out. You were a low class omega with no prospects of a mate in your future. You couldn't afford to be without this job. 

The effects of your heat were already pricking at the back of your neck. Waves of warmth spread through your veins like a fire down to your cock. You whimpered as your stomach cramped, and you wished more than anything for the touch of an alpha. But you couldn’t do that. 

Frantically you tried searching again. Maybe a suppressant had dropped on the floor. With an ounce of meager hope you crawled on the rugged floor searching every inch of the place. As the minutes passed with no results, you leaned back on your knees and gripped your hands in your lap to keep them from shaking. Everyone was gonna find out your secret. Tears fell down your cheeks as you cried softly. Your distressed scent wafted throughout your room seeping into the hallway. 

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“My sun, this place is as elegant as ever,” Oberyn swooned as he glided through the halls of the brothel, admiring everybody present.

“It is stunning as always,” Ellaria replied, wrapping her arm around her lover's waist. “I can’t wait to see where we’ll be staying.” 

“Your room is right this way,” An attendant bowed and gestured to the room at the end of the hall. “I’ll send your dinner soon.” 

“Thank you,” Ellaria said and the attendant bowed once again before turning down a separate hallway. 

The sounds of sex filled their ears as different scents filled the room, both beta and alpha in nature. Oberyn smirked. “What manner of company do you desire my dove?” He asked, pulling Ellaria close to his body. 

Before she could reply, a scent different from the rest of the pheromones wafted through the air. Both of their heads snapped towards the slightly ajar door. Omega. Their eyes found each other. 

“That’s a…” Ellaria started. 

“An omega.” Oberyn took a deep breath taking in your sweet scent. His alpha instincts wanting…no needing to protect you. With a subtle nod to his lover they carefully inched their way closer to your room. 

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Your whole body shook as you cried. The weight of the situation fills you with the utmost dread. Panic began to set in as you subconsciously wafted the worried scent into the air. 

“Oh sweet thing,” You heard someone coo and your head snapped up. The Prince was here with his love in front of you. Their alpha scents filling your nose with their strong citrus scents, and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from whimpering. How desperately you wanted them to take care of you but they couldn’t know. 

Quickly you scrambled to stand up despite the cramping in your torso. “M-My apologies, Your Highness. I’ll be ready in a second. I’ve seem to have lost my perfume,” You lied giving them a small bow. 

“It’s okay we know,” Ellaria reassured you in a soft spoken tone. You were a scared rabbit and she didn’t want you to run. 

Your eyes darted between the two alphas, searching for a sign that they were dangerous. Oberyn cautiously held out his hand for you to take. “Let us take care of you right now. Our scents will hide yours.” 

“Okay,” You whispered and gently took Oberyn’s hand in yours allowing yourself to be pulled into his chest. As soon as his alpha scent filled your nose, your instincts kicked in. You nuzzled your nose into the gland on his neck and whimpered as another wave of need flowed through your body. 

Oberyn turned to Ellaria. “Stall the attendants a bit longer and I’ll take care of this sweet omega.” He purred and kissed the top of your head. You keened under the attention of an alpha, and released another wave of sweet pheromones. 

Ellaria gently kissed his cheek before kissing your head savoring the softness of your features. “I’ll give you plenty of time,” She said and slipped out of the room. 

Gently Oberyn tipped your chin up with his ringed finger and you easily obeyed. “Listen little one. We’re gonna go to our room and I’ll make sure you get what you need.” 

You purred a response. Whatever he said was the best idea. Taking your hand in his, he gently pulled you along and easily slipped from your room to his. Oberyn sighed in relief. “Wonderful now we can–little one?” He turned and didn’t see where he left you. 

His eyes danced around the room until they landed on your form gathering the excess of pillows that lined the bed. Omegan instincts kicking in on making the nest perfect. Oberyn watched you, letting you take as long as you needed to make yourself feel safe. 

With pillows and blankets manipulated into the perfect circle of safety, you sat down in the middle and glanced up at Oberyn for reassurance. Oberyn purred and sauntered over to the nest. “Such a good omega,” He kissed your head gently cupping your cheek with his hand. “This is a stunning nest.” 

You perk up and purrs nuzzled into his palm sending your sweet scent into the room again. Another wave of cramps filled your stomach with pain and you whimpered. With big puppy dog eyes you looked up at Oberyn. “Please Alpha, I need you.” 

“And how am I to deny such a nice request?” He cooed. Gently he climbed on top of you and you laid back on the soft mattress spreading your legs for him. 

Oberyn smirked and gently glided his hand up your thigh wasting no time slipping his hands underneath your garments and rubbing your cock with his finger tips. Your hips jerked at the motion and you moaned gripping the sheets beneath you. 

“Poor sweet Omega, been so ready for us,” He praised and rubbed circles along your dick. With one quick swipe he gathered some slick on his finger and brought it to his lips sampling your flavor. “Oh Omega you taste better than Dornish wine. One day I will savor your taste as if it’s my last meal.” 

You squirmed under his gaze loving the approval from him. Oberyn cooed and slid his finger inside of you. “Though such a stunning receptacle needs preparation for my cock.” He purred curling his fingers inside of you. 

Soft whimpers and wet sounds mixed in the room as Oberyn fingers you slowly, spreading his fingers inside of you making sure you were prepared. They way you squeezed his fingers as he inserted another digit inside of you. “That’s it, little one. Such a good Omega for me. Almost ready for my cock.” Oberyn grinned, pumping them faster and faster. 

You clenched around him as your high was speeding towards you. The heat flush and the attention of this alpha, sending you to a quick orgasm. But Oberyn had other plans. Slowly he pulled his fingers from you with a wet slick. You whimpered and wiggled your hips needing more attention. 

“Easy omega, I will give you want you want my sweet, but let me care for you.” He purred and wrapped his arms around your torso pulling you to his heated chest. Quickly you kissed him as the touch of his skin grounding your from the mess in your head. Oberyn kissed your with such delicacy it was as if you were a hand crafted vase in the halls of his castle. 

You cooed under his attention as he kissed down your neck, beard tickling your heated skin. “But for now a good omega deserves a nice knot.” He purred, kissing up and down your neck teasing your scent glands with a playful nip. Gently he laid you back against the soft silk blankets. 

“Fuck Alpha please.” You pleaded gripping onto his golden robes. 

Oberyn chuckled softly and gently shushed you. “Easy Omega, I promise you’ll get my knot.” 

You panted as you laid against the pillow as the prince stood up for the briefest of moments. He quickly untied the laces, letting his pants pool by his feet. The embroidered jacket followed soon after leaving his naked form in front of you. You braced yourself on your arms and your eyes hungrily took the cock already hard and wanting your hole. 

“Look what you’ve done to me little one,” Oberyn praised as his fingers grazed his already forming knot. Slowly he sauntered back over to the bedside, carefully kneeling between your already spread legs. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” 

Up and down he swiped the head of this cock through your slit gathering your slick on his dick. He teased your hole earning a whine from you. Oberyn didn’t keep you waiting long. Carefully he pushed deep into the ready hole until his half knot pressed against your entrance. Oberyn moaned, loving the way you squeezed around him. “Good omega, such a needy little thing you are.” 

All you could do was pant and whine. Your instincts subsiding now that it’s gotten what you desired so badly. Your hips bucked trying to receive any more friction. Oberyn chuckled and slowly started moving his hips, teasing you with agonizingly slow thrusts. “Oh does this little omega need more?” He teased. 

“Please please please alpha I want your knot.” You whine as each thrust hits in just the right spots. 

“As much as I would love to spend hours teasing and edging such sweet sounds from those handsome lips, for now I’ll help you with those rolling waves of need.” He snapped his hips forward and his large hand grasping at your hips as Oberyn pounded into you. 

Needy moans escaped your lips as you reached for anything to grab, anything to ground you from the intense pleasure you were feeling. You were so close. The heat of your approaching orgasm mixing with the heat of need to be filled by an alpha. You clenched around him at the thought of him filling you with his seed. 

A cocky smirk graced his lips as he felt how close you were. “That’s it, little one. Cum for your Alpha.” He commanded as he felt his knot catch against your hole with every thrust. That was all you needed to finish. Legs shook as you clenched around his knot, keeping him inside of you as you rode out your high. 

It wasn’t long after Oberyn moaned as he pushed his knot inside of you, spilling his seed in your waiting hole. Spurt after spurt filling your needy hole and you loved every second. Oberyn gathered up in his arms as the last of his seed dribbled out. Together you panted, pressed against his bare chest. 

A sudden tiredness washed over you and you cuddled into his comforting skin. Oberyn nuzzled his nose into your scent glands and carefully turned you so you could rest against him. “Rest sweet omega. Gain the needed strength for many more rounds.” You nodded sleepily and soon you were fast asleep in his arms. 

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It wasn’t long after when Ellaria slipped back into the room carrying an armful of blankets. Oberyn who had been keeping a very watchful eye over you glanced up at his love. “Thank you for the distraction.” 

“Of course, my sun. You know I like this omega as much as you do,” She smirked clearly seeing the forming devotion in his eyes. 

Oberyn was silent for a moment gently twirling your hair in his fingers. The softness of the strands fueling his forming attachment. “We should take him with us. Omegas are much safer in Dorne than in this godforsaken place.” 

Ellaria set the extra blankets beside the bed gently running a finger down your sleeping cheek. “Yes but that’s their decision to make.” 

“Of course. I hope they say yes. They would love Dorne,” Oberyn purred gently kissing your forehead. 

Ellaria carefully leaned over kissing her lover's cheek. “As much as I agree with you, you need rest too. I’ll keep a watch while you rest my love.” 

Oberyn purred and pulled your sleeping form flush with his body as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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🌦️ It's time! REVEALS ARE HERE! 🌦️

Don't let the tornado of excellent works blow you away! We had 28 works submitted this year, by fest regulars and new participants alike!

A rainstorm of thanks for everyone who participated this year, and to all of you who followed along and showered our creators in kudos and comments. 🌈🌧️

Please enjoy the works below 💜

~ Your Drizzle Mods (@nanneramma, @patriceavril, @sleepstxtic, @uncannycerulean, @lumosatnight)

☔ These Silhouettes on Us [Fic, T, 6427], by @rainjulyx

💧Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter 💧Summary: A fateful total lunar eclipse, the blood moon, befell London's sky. This heralded event led Harry's meandering path to cross with a ghost of his past—one that he's been trying his best to forget. “The blood moon brings luck,” they said. And this eclipse could be Harry's awaited turning point. At the moment the moon turned blood red, his blood burned bright.

☔ Rainy Day Adventure [Art, G, Digital], by @mugsdontlie

💧Pairing: Neville Longbottom & Trevor 💧Summary: Young Neville and his toad Trevor on a rainy day adventure in the pond.

☔ there's always been a rainbow [Fic, M, 3403], by DrPansyParkinson

💧Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Neville Longbottom 💧Summary: Neville Longbottom has one last assignment to finish before we leaves the DMLE and starts teaching at Hogwarts. Unspeakable Pansy Parkinson is annoyed he's leaving her behind. ...and that's before the flooding starts.

☔ His Whole Life [Fic, T, 3958], by @hey-flynn

💧Pairing: Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood 💧Summary: Marcus and Oliver retell the stories of when they fell in love to their grandchildren.

☔ up above us [Fic, G, 5166], by @poljupci

💧Pairing: Ron Weasley & Harry Potter 💧Summary: They're in the woods. They're alone. They're hungry and desperate and all out of plans for what to do next. It's then that Ron decides that the only logical solution would be to retrieve an ace from up his sleeve - a secret he's never shared (and never plans to share) with anyone. It's unorthodox and ridiculous and not the kind of tool he'd usually like to rely upon, but it's not like any of them have any better ideas. So he waits until he has some semblance of privacy and, for the first time in his life, puts all his cards on faith showing him the way. Or: There are some things they don't teach you in Divination.

☔ Hero on the Plains [Fic, T, 1815], by @maraudersaffair

💧Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter 💧Summary: A tornado is headed straight for their home, but Harry knows exactly what to do. cue the Home Depot theme song

☔ the fires [Fic, T, 1971], by @dracopetal

💧Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley 💧Summary: They had been running from the fires for days now, and it was just the two of them left.

☔ Hot Girl Summer [Fic, T, 5494], by @sailtomarina

💧Pairing: Hermione Granger/Charlie Weasley, Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger/Percy Weasley 💧Summary: With the war now over and a summer heatwave in full force, the last thing anybody wants to do is worry about what the future holds. What about Quidditch and a birthday barbecue at the Burrow, instead? Or, Hermione finds herself the willing eye candy of not one, not two, but three eligible Weasleys? How can a girl choose? Why should she have to?

☔ A Cumulus Condition [Fic, T, 11934], by orolin

💧Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley 💧Summary: Pansy likes nothing more than teasing Ron, her Auror partner of the last few years. But when a joke shop invention of George’s leaves everyone able to see Pansy’s true emotions, to her horror everyone can now see that she quite enjoys it when Ron teases her back. Or; and alternative title: Cloudy With a Chance of Cock

☔ Come in With The Rain [Art, G, Digital], by @legendrarry

💧Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter 💧Summary: ”I'll leave my window open /'Cause I'm too tired at night to call your name / Just know I'm right here hoping /That you'll come in with the rain…” Or, Draco sits beside his window and tries to understand just who was hurting more; the London sky that wouldn’t stop crying, or his own broken heart?.

☔ tenderness of the wind [Fic, T, 1867], by @girl-with-goats

💧Pairing: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle 💧Summary: Harry is an ethereal being of wind that only manifests physically during a heavy downpour near magically potent places—specifically, in the Forbidden Forest. That's how Tom finds him.

☔ 2 Weeks on a Desert Island [Fic, T, 10342], by vitruvian8008

💧Pairing: Lily Luna Potter/Scorpius Malfoy, Lily Luna Potter/Blaise Zabini, Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley 💧Summary: Lily Luna Potter was excited for her voyage to Slytherin Kingdom. But that soon turns into a nightmare as they end up stranded on a desert island. With the sun blazing down on her, Lily’s life is about to change.

☔ Water Music by Goddess47 - a Podfic [Podfic, G, 34:16], by @cailynwrites

💧Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape 💧Summary: Severus keeps hearing piano music...

☔ A Tale of SeasANAL Relief [Fic, E, 8383], by @minimindi

💧Pairing: Firenze/Ron Weasley 💧Summary: “Firenze, I want you to understand something so please look at me,” Ron waited until Firenze looked him in the eyes again then continued. “I am the Keeper of Keys and the Gamekeeper for Hogwarts. My entire job is accomplished outside. The irony of this situation is not lost on me. I will do anything to be rid of these allergies,” Ronald said with as much confidence as he could muster. How bad could this magical cure be? OR Ronald and Firenze bang away Ronald's allergies and find love in the process.

☔ In his Element [Fic, G, 3318], by @viridianrynn

💧Pairing: Neville Longbottom & Trevor the Toad 💧Summary: When a massive spring storm engulfs the castle, everyone retreats to the Hogwarts castle to escape the rain--everyone but one Neville Longbottom and his trusty toad Trevor, who instead set out to their favourite local haunt - a pond. This is a light little story on the friendship that binds Neville and his familiar together and their shared enjoyment of nature.

☔ No One Ever Died From a Little Rain [Fic, T, 2286], by @dancingsparks

💧Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy 💧Summary: This has gone on long enough. We will get Potter and Malfoy together. Once and for all.

☔ (I've Got) Sunshine on a Cloudy Day [Fic, T, 20233], by Kendra_Storm

💧Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini 💧Summary: When a magical pandemic rages across the Wizarding World, Neville is enlisted by the Minister for Magic, Hermione Granger, to grow a rare plant that just might be the cure. The only problem is that the plant is extremely temperamental and requires very specific weather conditions to grow. Fortunately, there is an Unspeakable whose speciality is weather magic. Unfortunately, that Unspeakable is Blaise Zabini.

☔ a little deluge [Fic, T, 1591], by OrangeScript

💧Pairing: Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley 💧Summary: a misunderstanding leads to a kiss in the rain

☔ The Bite [Fic, T, 7225], by @nightfalltwen

💧Pairing: Gregory Goyle/Hermione Granger 💧Summary: There is an uptick of werewolf bites and Gregory Goyle is a victim of one. Hermione brings him wolfsbane to get him through the transformations and a friendship develops.

☔ by august, he was mine [Fic, G, 2908], by @panicissharp

💧Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy 💧Summary: It starts with an umbrella. Or, well, actually, it starts at Hogwarts.

☔ Downpour [Art, G, Digital], by @saijordison

💧Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy 💧Summary: This art goes along with today's second work, Pleuvoir, Vouloir, l’Espoir. Prompt: Harry and Draco are babysitting Teddy when a magical storm passes through, rendering all magic useless. The two have to take care of Teddy the muggle way.

☔ Pleuvoir, Vouloir, l'Espoir [Fic, T, 20282], by skotini

💧Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy 💧Summary: Harry thought he’d just be looking after Teddy for the afternoon. Having Draco Malfoy as his co-babysitter was NOT what Harry had signed up for – especially when there’s a freak magical storm, a rain-soaked Malfoy, and more French than Harry can handle.

☔ A Rainbow in My Sky [Fic, T, 22862], by @blackseatwenty

💧Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape 💧Summary: Suddenly, the bowl spun, the insides glowed, and it emitted a burst of magic. A pair of vivid green eyes materialised inside the silver interior. "Hello," a slightly high-pitched male voice said. Severus choked back a gasp, released the bowl and stumbled backwards, his long black hair falling over his face. "Ow." The eyes darted left and right around the bowl's lips. "Why did you drop me? That hurt." Severus pointed his wand, "You teenage imbeciles have gone too far!" “Hey, why are you shouting and pointing that stick at me?” The bowl shook on the ground, and the blue lights pulsed. Green eyes suddenly rose like floating lights, eying their surroundings. "Are you my companion? My name is Harry; it's nice to meet you!"

☔ Birthday Rain [Fic, G, 2755], by @magikfish

💧Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter 💧Summary: It's Albus Potter's dreaded 15th birthday party, and all he wants is for he and Scorpius to just be left alone.

☔ Split In Half Will Have To Do [Fic, T, 2755], by @strawberrybasilsorbet

💧Pairing: Amy Benson/Original Male Character, Amy Benson & Dennis Bishop, Amy Benson & Tom Riddle 💧Summary: Amy has spent her entire adult life chasing clear skies.

☔ The Pleasure's in Walking Through [Fic, E, 7739], by @nanneramma

💧Pairing: Ginny Weasley/Hermione Granger 💧Summary: Sometimes summers felt like melting. This one did, especially when Hermione visited.

☔ A Line-storm Song [Fic, E, 12626], by @dodgerkedavra

💧Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter 💧Summary: Harry holds it together for five years after the war. Well—he sort of holds it together. Then his Auror partner Pansy Parkinson says it’s going to rain.

☔ Worth the hike [Fic, T, 1587], by @patriceavril

💧Pairing: Sirius Black/Mary Macdonald 💧Summary: “I don’t want to go back to taking exams and…” She let the uncertainty of the future trail off into the crash of the waterfall. “Well, we could just stay here, but we’ll run out of cigarettes,” Sirius said.

[forbidding-souda]

I can’t even remember if I’ve requested this before and you’ve already written it or not. But uh. Korekiyo spanking S/O? Pretty please? Just anything with that, go wild lol

(Assuming nsfw requests are open. Otherwise just ignore this)

Korekiyo Shinguuji spanking his S/O (NSFW)

4 you anon <3 this took me about 5 hours to write becaues i started watching hamilton roblox and got distracted. this might be too short bc i've actually never experienced spanking like this at all so this is all through the noggin and quora LMFAO WAIT YOU GUYS DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW OFTEN I USE QUORA AS MEANS OF GAINING INFO FOR SOME FICS LMFAOOOOO. here's a gundham spanking one i wrote before that perfectly explains this processs LOL

ya'll oh my god i am so sick rn as if classes don't start in two days bruh fucking free me im gonna slam my head through a wall bruh i get sick so easily it's not even funny i stole some of my roommates benedryl like i'm coughing so hard.

and all of these sprites i've been using this week are copy and pasted from old posts so i def need to remake them with hair color and piercing updates bc helppp LMFAO i'll do that eventually

-Mod Souda

❤ He is the happiest man on the planet whenever it comes to giving you the sexual pleasure you need. He is delighted to be able to serve you.

❤ His long nails will offer soothing yet ticklish caresses to the back of your naked thighs. Your ass is such a tender part of your body, he loves to touch it, to grope it and when he does, he presses his lips to the pulse of your neck to feel how fast your heartbeat goes.

❤ He's always too excited to undress you. Even your shirt will still be on.

❤ He prefers using his hands, loving the physical contact.

❤ He'll have you folded over his lap, or having your front pressed against a wall on your tippy toes. No matter the position, every time you squirm you'll be able to feel his thick erection.

❤ "My, my." He'll coo at each of your desperate gasps.

❤ In between each spank is the sharp tingle that never seems to relent.

❤ For some real visualization:

❤ You had your knees to the floor and your chest against the couch. Your wrists were constructed with his favorite red rope, the color looked so pretty against you. One of his hands held you down from between your shoulder blades while the other went back and forth compacting against your ass.

❤ Your underwear wasn't even fully off and neither was your pants. They were pulled down to just below the fold of your cheeks.

❤ He was too impatient to strip you.

❤ The loud smack made you cry out in pain, especially when his large hand his the sensitive curves, the stinging almost unbearable.

❤ Your muscles kept clenching, kept tensing, and when he saw the shake of your glutes, his spanks would go harder.

❤ Relentless, back and forth, back and forth, giving you no space to even breathe.

❤ Sometimes he'll let you lay across his lap, your back arched and thighs apart, having you wearing nothing but your socks as he punishes you with rough smacks. From his angle he can perfectly capture both cheeks at the same time, giving your body both a cold shock and an aroused hotness. His fingers will be spread, covering ass much of your skin as he can.

❤ "How gorgeous you are," he'll whisper, more at you than him. You can hear how out of breath he is, desperate to be inside of you. "How beautiful, how perfect."

[yandere-romanticaa]

.ೃ࿐ crazy in love.

❝ it's the way that you know what i thought i know, it's the beat that my heart skips when I'm with you, but i still don't understand, just how your love can do what no one else can. ❞

SONG: crazy in love by sofia karlberg.

yandere! al-haitham x gn! reader.

warning for mentions for past suggestive activities. this is a proper fic version of this thing here because I originally wanted it to be longer but was too tired to continue it... but you people still loved it.

Fun fact - this has been sitting in my drafts since 2022!

Chattering sailors went on and on as you stared emptily at the hustling and bustling city in front of you, the various lights and lanterns bringing Port Ormos into life as people happy walked on with each other, eager to either finish their duties and go home or they can finally unwind and relax with their friends and family, a promise of either good food, drinks or both waiting for them.

Biting on your lower lip you narrowed your eyes, bitter feelings taking over your entire feeling from top to bottom.

Oh, what you'd give to be in their shoes right now.

Pulling your arms closer towards your body you huddled yourself for some warmth as you tilted your head slightly to the side, the ocean view and the chilly wind being the only ones to greet you. The scent of salt dominated your senses as you closed your eyes and sighed, subconsciously relaxing just a little bit as you accidentally imagined his hand on your back. The memory of his warm knuckles brought you back down to earth as you shuddered, the memory etched in your mind as you desperately tried to shake your head, a pathetic attempt of trying to forget. Even while you weren't with him Al-Haitham still managed to dominate your mind, whether you wanted him there or not.

With a quiet yell only you could hear you plopped yourself back on your feet, your feet almost giving in and falling to the ground had the strong grip around your waist not been holding you in place. Pure shock was written on your face as you turned your head once more and was met with the person you least wanted to see right now.

Al-Haitham said nothing as he carefully brought you back up, your arms pressed firmly against his chest as he slightly lowered his head down to your level, his nose lightly touching your own. A furious blush dusted your cheeks as you retreated back from him, fiery rage burning deep in your heart as you turned your back and practically ran away from the man. Before you could get too far though Al-Haitham managed to catch up to you, his arms tightly gripping your wrists as he lead you to a dark alleyway, determination shining bright in his eyes.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

Hah, what a stupid question. You were tempted to just spit on him.

"Why am I avoiding you? The nerve you have..." you replied with a loud scoff, absolute venom coating your words. This attitude would usually be a little amusing to him but Al-Haitham was not in the mood to play games, not now at least. He needed a straight answer out of you and he planned to get it one way or another. With one hand he was now holding both of your wrists high above your head, back against the wall as the thumb from his other free hand traced tiny patterns across your lips.

"I have the right to ask you know. There used to be a time when you could hardly keep your hands to yourself and now you..."

He suddenly retreated his hand back, a barely visible inkling of shock visible in his eyes.

He didn't think you'd try and bite him. And clearly, you were out to make it painful.

You were downright growling at him now, screams of anger threatening to spill out of your mouth and second now as the two of you remained still in your places, the cover of darkness being your only companion for the time being. With the ounce of composure you had left you finally found the right words and said:

🍒 TAGS: @genshinarchives, @universal-rose, @juuuuuj101010, @mod-kisa-blog, @morigumy, @b10h4z4rd

"You, Al-Haitham, are infuriating. All you do is make me miserable and once you're done with me you just toss me away like the most worthless piece of garbage in the whole wide world and then have the nerve to be displeased with me whenever I leave? Tell me, tell me dear Al-Haitham, just where is the logic in that?"

Alhaitham stood back, which allowed some distance between the two of you. Despite the schooled expression on his face his jaw was a dead giveaway. The way it tensed up could cut diamonds but you didn't mind.

You took pleasure in making him as uncomfortable as you possibly could.

Despite the awkward tension in the air, he clearly wasn't planning on letting you go any time soon. Just what was he trying to achieve here? Whatever happened between you had vanished, the spark was gone. At the start you found Alhaitham attractive, very much so even. Having one too many glasses of wine gave you confidence you didn't even know you had which allowed you to make your feelings more... vocal.

Alhaitham made sure to pull out as many different sounds out of you that night, like a twisted symphony of wicked pleasure.

Ever since then, he has been hot on your trail. Constantly sending you gifts, letters, books, trinkets that you didn't even dream of affording - just how rich was he?!

Still, the harder you pushed, the more he came back running. Like a lost pup who was just waiting for his treat but you, the cruel master, was refusing to budge.

It was a tiresome song and dance that seemed to have no end in sight.

He wasn't going to leave you be, no matter how hard you tried to run away. That was your punishment for ever allowing yourself to get so close to him.

[charlotteswriting]

Hi Mod Kaede! I hope your having a great day or evening Can I request shuichi, himiko, ryoma, Gundam, and chihiro with an s/o who is the ultimate Artist and they (somehow) go through their s/o sketch book to see multiple drawings of them because the s/o is very inspired by them please?

This was in my inbox for ages I feel so bad TT but this requests inspires me to write. Whoever you are, anon, I LOVE YOU! (Not writing for Ryoma cuz his personality is hard and chihiro atm cuz i couldn't think of anything for him)

(This cg is so beautiful, I had to use it-)

Shuichi Saihara

It wasn't rare for Shuichi to do his detective work around you. He wasn't distracted by you being there, if anything your mere presence comforted him and motivated him to keep it up.

He takes random moments to turn his head and observe you and you're sitting there, focused on what you're drawing, he'd look at you then go back to his work again

When he finally took a break he went to the kitchen to get himself some coffee and he returned with your favorite drink

When he handed it to you he didn't miss how you immediately covered up your sketchbook as soon as he came near

He raised an eyebrow but quickly came back to reality as you muttered out a "Thank you!"

In following days he had noticed how cautious you were around him whenever you were drawing. He tried to snuggle up to you only to take a look at your sketchbook but you threw it away with no hesitation and he was CONFUSED

What're you hiding and why do you not want him to see 🙁

Still he didn't bring it up hhh

When he came home from work he saw you in the living room. He wanted to be in your arms as soon as possible but then again he had to change so he went to bedroom

While changing into more comfortable clothes, he noticed a book on the bed.

It took him some time to realise that wasn't one of his books that he reads at nights. That was??? your sketchbook??????

He was fighting himself mentally. It doesn't matter if he's been staring at the ceiling thinking about what you were hiding in that drawing book of yours, he mustn't invade your privacy.

He shouldn't. He shouldn't. He shouldn't-

Nvm

He passed through the pages, looking for something s u s p i c i o u s just what was in your sketchbook that you tried to hide so desperately?

Omg-

He froze on the spot as he stared at that perfectly drawn picture of him- Wait, there's more-

"Shuichi, what's taking you so long?"

He let out a little squeak as he closed his mouth, "N-nothing, sweetheart,"

He placed the book back carefully as the guilt was eating him out. What was he expecting? He was overthinking while you were just admiring him-

He shook his head and started thinking of ways to take that blush off his face as he walked downstairs.

day1 of trying to write for shuichi without simping: fAiLed

Himiko Yumeno

(oMg she is requested!!!!!🥰)

Himiko,,, isn't great at art

She watches art tutorials all the time but the best she can do is a stickman 💀 (i swear this isnt himiko slander-)

And seeing your GODLY art, teach her your ways!

Even your messy sketches looked so good

You're everything Himiko wants to be. You're goals.

And when you said you'd help her improve her art she was over the moon!

But still,,, she wanted to impress you in her ways! Still she was desperate for your help so she accepted </3

You didn't expect her to be so serious about it but Himiko was taking your tutorings WHOLEHEARTLY.

She wanted to be worth of your efforts, after all

Himiko asked your opinion on her art, but instead of giving advice you praised her art

She blushed but that's not what she wanted to hear! So with a pout, she left

Gundham Tanaka

I'd be inspired by him too, always with devas by his side, drawing him would be fun

You're usually interested in stuff he has to say but sometimes you just look at him deeply then say nothing and return to the book that is resting on your lap

What could it be that makes you stop giving him attention?

He's asked you of it multiple times but you just say you are sketching to relax

And you don't let him see like you're plotting sometimes

He can't contain the curiosity

Dodging every question of his, he makes one of his devas of destruction steal your sketchbook while you're asleep

He feels guilt to his bones but he's consumed by his desire to see

And when he opens it he sees multiple drawings of himself, his face, outfits and even devas!

At the bottom of the pages he sees little doodles of you which makes him smile warmly

He is just sad why didn't you show him earlier? After he apologizes to you for looking at your stuff without your permission (and maybe stealing it) he's going to offer modeling for you

[isthereaxenobladexswitchportyet]

So...

After years of waiting, years of dusting the clown nose off every time a direct rolled around, and years of pathetic desperation, Nintendo decided to pull one last prank on us:

On an unassuming Tuesday,

Directly to Twitter,

Outside of a Direct,

Nearing the end of the Switch's life cycle,

2797 days after the console was released,

And 1351 days since this blog's inception,

Nintendo, finally, announced that Xenoblade X will get a well-deserved Switch port!

Honestly... even I, the mod of a blog named 'isthereaxenobladexswitchportyet', who for almost four years has publicly, and desperately, clamoured to any hope for a port (and much longer in private...), was not expecting this!

It still doesn't feel real, but on the 20th of March 2025, Xenoblade X will get a second chance at life via Xenoblade Chronicles X: Definitive Edition for the Switch!

To be doubly honest with you, I don't think it will feel real until the game is in my hands and on my Switch.

Though I wasn't very good at keeping up with the days, lost track more than once, got so sick I didn't update for a year, and also never quite figured out how to utilise the Tumblr queue system very well (never to late, eh?), people still interacted with this blog regularly and HECK, I even found out about the announcement THROUGH this blog because I had so many asks and that will always remain a beautiful moment in my life.

Thank you guys!

I'm just one person who loves Xenoblade X, and it means the world that people saw the announcement and thought to come tell me, some random, faceless Tumblr account! The world is great sometimes! Thank you again!

But the ride isn't over yet!

Now the count-up is over it's time for a new countdown to begin!:

Is there a Xenoblade X Switch port yet?

Day: 2798

YES!

How long until it releases:

140 days!

[sugoi-writes]

Nun!Alastor x Reader - The Confessional - Part 1

It's 1 AM, and @st-alastors-confessional has me foaming at the mouth. I wrote this far-too-long drabble based off of the MOD's Nun Alastor. Please please enjoy!

Warning: Not proofread in the slightest, with implications of sacrilege and sinning behavior. You've been warned! I might do another part with more debauchery down the road hehe

The sermon was going swimmingly, all things considered. The Pastor and Priest, St. Vox, lead with a soulful, boisterous tone. Albeit, he had always led his sermons with a strong, charismatic energy. He left the congregation absolutely enraptured, waiting on hand and foot for him to speak again.... You, another sinner among the crowd, tried to absorb what you could from his ravings and ramblings.

Clearly, when you wound up in Hell... you found out the hard way that God was, indeed, real. You had long been a on-Christian, and even if you still weren't... you couldn't look the facts in the face and say they weren't true. It was a simple notion:

God was real. You were not a loyal believer. You did a bad thing or two, and now you're in a church in the heart of the Pentagram, seeking answers.

You were hoping to find a way to get into Heaven... St. Vox's approach was very traditional, almost 'Dark Ages' approach. A phrase you heard once or twice rung through your mind, clear as the morning church bells:

" When a coin in the coffer rings, a soul in purgatory springs..."... no, was it sings??? That, you werent sure... either way--

Many wealthier, gullible sinners would shove money towards the Church, desperate to buy their way out of Hell. The more meek, kind hearted sinners would often throw money to the offering plates to prevent their love ones from suffering the same fate... Whether their monetary sacrifices were successful or not... well, that's yet to be seen. And no one truly know where that money goes...

And so you searched and listened in the pews patiently, hoping that something would reveal itself to you... Would living justly get you out of here? Would denouncing sin in its entirety get you the ticket out of this hellhole? Hell, did you need to declare yourself celibate? You certainly wouldn't be opposed, after some of the shit you saw on Day One...

In all honestly, you'd be willing to throw a few dollars in the pot on the off chance your gut was wrong about St. Vox's approach. As you know, your intuition had led you astray before...

You were five Sundays deep in this contrived drivel, and yet, you still had questions... The questions that plagued your mind could only be answered by the Priest, ideally during Confessional tonight... But, as you tried your best to stay awake through another biblical tangent, you were startled by a choral uproar. The choir, made entirely of clergy, was the closest thing to Heavenly that they, or any sinner, could hear in Hell.

Honest efforts were being made to sing the hymns and profess the Gospel accurately. The pitches and incantations were perfectly admirable, even enjoyable... and surprisingly, all of this was all done in Latin. It was nearly enough to raise goosebumps across your flesh, your senses pleased by the perfect, harmonious progressions.

One among the nuns who sung, with strong, crimson features, met your gaze in the middle of the refrain. You felt the gaze burrowing into you deeper, trembling subconscious as the song made you sway along.

A pointed, yellowed smile graced your eyes as the deer demon sang along. The overall tone of the higher melodic line had felt like cashmere; it was refined and soft due to their(?) unique voice texture. It was a tone that you felt was familiar... a comforting one. You couldnt put your tongue on it, squinting slightly at the demure nun. They(?) seemed to notice your infatuation, their hands folding neatly together and clasping a fine, ornate rosary. Their hands were elegant, long and thin, reminding you of a Royal... surely, those hands were used for more than empty prayer?

You felt your mind run to impurities and sin almost instantly, panicking as you tore your sight away from the Nun. You felt your throat running dry as you shook your head in shock. You couldn't be thinking this way about a nun-- a NUN? Quite literally, a celibate being, devoted to God and His work. This felt... wrong. So wrong, even for a sinner like you.

Your legs brushed tightly against one another, hoping to stiffle the feeling that pooled in your core. You watched the way that the Nun's chest rose and fell, how the angular jaw was complimented by the small, bobbed tufts that framed it. Your eyes became lost in the visual stimuli as you pondered just how demure and sweet this Nun must have looked under the habit...

You bite the inside of your cheek as you felt the Nun's eyes still looking to you, as if they KNEW exactly what you were thinking. 'If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I might catch a cold,' your mind mimicked in their voice.

You felt indecent, completely exposed to someone who you should be regarding as an example of purity and devotion...

As the hymn finally concluded, the Priest dismissed the clergy. He was swiftly wrapping things up as the coffers and offering plates made their rounds around the room. The nuns assisted, coming row by row to collect generous donations and desperate offerings. You felt yourself stiffen as you noticed the red and black demon making their way closer to you, voice teeming with a startling sweetness.

"Blessings unto you, dear Sinner. Many thanks. ...Blessings unto you, dear. How has your mother been fairing--?"

As the velvety voice grew closer to you, you felt yourself unable to move, paralyzed with fear. What if they knew you were lusting over them so superficially? Would they be able to tell?

You nearly fell into the aisle as a sinner slammed into you from behind, thrusting money towards the chaste nun," Pl-Please!!!! Please, this is all that I have!!! Sister Alastor, Sister Alastor!!! Bless me!!! Bless me, Sister!!!"

The Demon nun took pause at your row, noticing you struggling under the weight of the sinner on top of you. Your lungs felt like they were being squeezed shut, unable to expand in their efforts. You pushed with all of your might, eyes closed as you fought back," W-Watch it, you f-- Ugh, you putrid FUCK!!! Get off me!!!"

Swiftly, Sister Alastor's hand was on the neck of the sinner, squeezing tightly as he gasped and gurgled. The nun simply smiled, head tilted," Dear sinner! Your penance is null and void if you cast discomfort and pain upon thine neighbor!" The nun's neck practically snapped at velocity they cocked their head up, looking downcast at the panicking demon. Unable to look up, you missed the smile Alastor wore, threatening to tear the demonic face of the nun in two.

"Take your vile hands and cast them into the River Styx... for your blood money is not welcome in these halls... Now leave this scared place. "

The sinner gasps, coughing and sputtering as he scrambles away, causing you to fall forward out of your pew. Just when you think you're about to eat shit: two large, taloned hands delicately hold you aloft.

"Are you unharmed, little lamb?" You blink for a moment, looking up slowly... only to find Sister Alastor's face an inch from your own. You stuttered as your hot breath fanned against his face, your legs threatening to give out under you.

"Y-Yes, Im-- I'm quite alright. Thank you, Sister..." You allow Alastor to place you back onto your feet, the hands of the docile-looking demon smoothing out your outfit and brushing off imaginary debris.

"I apologize for making you intervene. Thank you-- I would've been trampled to death, were it not for you." The deer Demon's smile could have made the devil tremble... but to you, it seemed entirely sincere," Thank me not, dear Lamb. For the Lord always calls upon his disciples to help those in need." Alastor takes a step away from you, bowing their head and giving you a polite curtsy.

"Alas, I must be away. But, should you need to seek council... the Lord always has room to hear out your wayward strifes and confessions." You reach out and almost touch the Nun's habit, sheepishly blushing when you sense the farmer's flinch.

"A-Actually... will the Priest be seeing anyone for Confession tonight? I... I have concerns. Concerns I feel like he could help me through... Im troubled, and just..." Your eyes are downcast, unable to look at the devilishly handsome demon," Im... concerned about my salvation. And need advice on how better to achieve it... or, if its really too late for me now."

You feel your heart leap into your throat as the Nun's head pulls off a complete 180° spin, the body following suit a moment after. Alastor clasps both of your hands in his own, smile wide and full of glee," But of course! Our hallowed halls could never deny such an honest soul seeking the Lord's guidance!" Alastor's head grows closer to yours, voice hushing. You're forced to lean in too, his voice hardly above a whisper.

"However, he will be unable to see anyone just yet. Return at the Witching Hour... he will have an audience with you then." Your eyes widened as you smiled back, eagerly shaking the nun's hands," O-Oh thank you-- Thank you!!! I appreciate that! I'll be back soon, then. Bless you, Sister Alastor! "

You nod and bow back to the nun, who regards you evenly but warmly, before watching you leave. You did not see the smirk that spread across Alastor's face... the glint of excitement that lights up his candy red eyes.

Oh, he knows damn well that Vox will not seek an audience with you that late in the night... who best to stand in for the Priest other than himself... the Mother Superior?

His mind festers with demented excitement as you stumbled out of the church, looking like a scared, timid doe... Oh, how he would enjoy seeing you again. He would need to prepare for your visit... after all, you would be doing your fair share of confessing AND atoning for your sins... your eyes hid nothing from him. And he was going to enjoy seeing them well up with blissful tears, a wanton expression gracing your cheeks...

The click of the nun's shoes echoed as he followed the other clergy members elegantly, his face not giving anything away. Oh Lord, how you've blessed him with a most delightful pleasure... he'd be sure to repent for his indecency later.

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LaughterLand - Chapter 7: Arms Up

(story by Mod Secret, art by Mod Secret)

"NYYYAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!"

Papyrus screamed at the top of his lungs, thrashing in every direction that the vines allowed him to. The Cheshire Cat inhaled a long, deep satisfying breath as he continued to tease Papyrus's sweet spot with his extra fluffy paws.

"Yes," he sighed. "More of that delicious laughter. I haven't fed like this in years." He continued to inhale Papyrus's laughter as if he were sipping on the finest beverage.

"NYAHAHAHAAA!! PLEHEEHEHEHEHEE—PLEHEHEHEASE!!! AHAAAAHAHAHAAHAA!! NAHAHAHAHAAA!!"

Papyrus continued to scream and squeal with laughter, tears already streaming down his cheeks like small waterfalls. He couldn't remember the last time his sweet spot was even touched, let alone for this long of a duration. He absolutely could not take it. Not even the thought of knowing that he saved Sans from suffering the same fate was enough to make him cease begging for it to just stop.

Meanwhile, Sans was pulling and struggling in his own restraints. The sight of Papyrus in such agony left him in a blind panic, and he did all he could to try and reach his brother, but to no avail.

"Stop it!" Sans shouted over Papyrus's hysteria. "Stop already! Let him go!"

To Sans's surprise, the Cat actually did stop tickling Papyrus. He hopped off of the leaf to stare up at him with that same wicked grin. Papyrus's head dropped as he gasped desperately for air. His body hung there limply as he tried to regain his strength.

"Yes, you will need a breather." The Cat grinned. "Can't have my new favorite food passing out on me just yet. There's so much I have yet to do with you, now that our little game of 'holding it in' has come to a close."

"No! Stop!" Sans protested, still tugging on the vines that held him up. "Fun's over, feline! You won, you broke us. You've drained enough laughter out of Papyrus to keep you satisfied, now let us go!"

The Cheshire Cat laughed again, but this time it was louder, far more amused than he was before. "You really don't know how it works around here, do you?" he chuckled as he approached Sans again.

"I will never be 'satisfied.' Every creature in this land's only purpose is to feed. There is no end-goal for us, there is no 'eating our fill'. It is only 'consume, consume, consume'." The Cat's grin turned sinister once again as his gaze burned into Sans's. "Besides, don't you remember? Our deal was that if I could prove just how sensitive I knew you both were, then you would stay here as my prime food source."

As he peered into Sans's eyes, his voice became low, almost gravely as he spoke. "You boys are going to be here for a very … VERY … long time."

Sans's pulse quickened as he began to realize just how much trouble they were both in. The creatures here didn't eat for the satisfaction of a full stomach, they exist only to feed and keep feeding. They could go on tickling the two of them forever, which is exactly what the Cheshire Cat had in mind!

Sans looked back at Papyrus's exhausted expression. Clearly he had heard the exchange between the two of them because his expression shifted to one of utter horror. Especially when the Cat turned back towards him with that same sinister smile. 

Sans pulled hard, wanting so desperately to grab Papyrus and run. It didn't matter where as long as he could just get his little brother somewhere safe. But the vines pulled taut and strong, leaving him helplessly dangling there. Panic surged through him as the Cat started creeping back over towards Papyrus, looking over his sweet spot with hungry eyes.

"Wait!" Sans called out abruptly, forcing the Cat to look back his way. He almost couldn't believe what he was about to say, and he knew what it was going to entail. But there was no hesitation in his voice, knowing what it was going to mean for Papyrus.

"Take me instead." He stared down the Cat with such conviction that it seemed to truly surprise the feline.

"Take you?" the Cat said, sounding amused. "Why would I just take one of you when I have you both right here?" He had a point. Sans had to come up with something fast in order to save Papyrus.

"My laugh is the loudest." He couldn't help but blush upon giving himself away. But once he noticed the Cat starting to buy it, he continued on. 

"I saw your face everytime you made him scream," he tried to sound convincing. "I do nothing but scream! Ask anyone, I'm the loudest monster! I never know how to shut up!" By this point he knew he was starting to sound desperate, but he could tell the Cat was starting to think it over.

"Please," Sans looked on desperately. "Please just let him go, you can have me all you want." He swallowed hard. "I won't ask for a break, I won't even beg you to stop if that's what you want. Just let my brother go."

This prompted the Cheshire Cat's grin to widen even further, Sans could have sworn he had seen some drool start to fall from the corner of his mouth. Sans soul quickened in pace at the thought of being at this terrifying Cat's mercy without the possibility of a breath. Secretly, he was hopeful that the Cat would give him a break eventually, if only for a couple of minutes to make sure he didn't pass out. But more than anything, he had hoped that Papyrus would either find a way to break him out of this once he had been freed, or somehow make it back to the Underground in one piece.

"No Sans! Don't!" Papyrus called out, having finally gotten his breath back. "Don't take him! Take me! You like playing with my hips, right? I can keep going! Honest!"

Papyrus couldn't let him do this. As much as Papyrus knew his brother was trying to protect him, his primary concern was Sans's lack of endurance. Worse yet, Papyrus feared for his brother's low HP. One strike across the soul was enough to dust him, but if Sans lost the will to survive all together, it could prove to be fatal.

"I-I can last longer!" Papyrus stammered trying to sound convincing. "My stamina is greater than his! You can play with me longer, without having to worry about my energy draining!" 

"Oh wow," mused the Cat. "Now that really is a tempting offer,"

"Pap! What are you doing? No!" Sans desperately argued. "You've already been tickled enough, let me take it from here, please!"

"No! I won't let you!" Papyrus stubbornly insisted. "Please, take me! Don't go after Sans!"

"No!" Sans fought back. "You haven't even gotten me yet, let him go!"

"Stop! I can handle it, Sans! Let me do it!" Papyrus shouted.

Both brothers stopped arguing once they heard the sound of the Cat's low sinister chuckle.

"Oh, that's just so precious," he responded cheekily. "You self-sacrificial types are truly hilarious. Don't you realize that even if one of you were to escape from me, then there would just be somebody else around the corner?" 

Sans and Papyrus looked at each other. Deep down, they knew he was right. What chance did either of them stand alone in this kind of place? Even so, taking a chance out there in this insane wonderland seemed better than staying stuck here with the Cheshire Cat. 

The Cat started grooming his paws again, face still pondering the possibilities as it looked between the two of them. "Still…," he finally said. "I am taking a liking to the idea of only taking care of one very special pet, as opposed to caring for two."

Sans let out a quiet huff after being referred to as a 'pet'. He silently swore that somehow this arrogant cat was going to pay for all of this.

"That, and your dramatic pleas for consideration have been the most entertainment I've gotten in years." The Cat stood up, indicating that he had come to a conclusion. "I believe I have a brilliant proposition in mind."

The Cat began to whistle again. The brothers held their breath as the eerie song once again echoed through the trees. They both jumped and yelped slightly as the vines shifted. Once the plants were still again, there was a vine wrapped around their torsos and two more around their ankles, still holding up their feet. But to their surprise, the vines that were holding up their wrists had released them, disappearing into the trees.

Both brothers eagerly stretched and rubbed at their wrists, neither realizing just how sore and worn out their bodies had been from this ordeal. Sans's eyes narrowed towards the Cat. There was no way he did this just so they could get a break. He had a plan.

"What's the deal?" Sans asked while rubbing his wrists, not taking his eyes off of the ever-grinning Cat.

"I think I'd like to play one more game with the two of you," the Cat proposed eagerly. "One where winning is not all-together up to you. But instead, will rely on your brother."

"Get to the point," Sans replied bluntly, growing tired of the Cat's idle talking.

"The challenge is simple," the Cat explained. "The two of you are to keep your arms up for a series of tests. Whomever can succeed in staying up for the entirety of the duration, will prove that he has what it takes to survive here in LaughterLand, and…," the Cat's eyes widened as his grin once again shifted to that of an evil nature, "...you will belong to me … permanently."

Sans and Papyrus looked at each other fearfully, then back towards their captor. Papyrus, after swallowing hard, broke the silence first.

"B-But…," he stammered. "What happens if we can't keep our arms up?"

The Cat cocked his head to one side as if to carelessly shrug. "Then you shall go free," he replied casually. "I have no use for someone who can't withstand all that I have to offer, and like you said skeleton…," the Cat turned to Sans, "who am I to deny another starving monster here such a delicious snack?" His plan was so fraught with malicious intentions, that he couldn't help but let out a gleeful chortle through his sharp teeth.

Both brothers were silent again. Of course neither of them wanted to do this challenge, but what choice did either of them have?

"Sans...?" Papyrus weakly spoke up. "Just … let your arms down. I'll be okay, honest I will." 

Sans could see the anxiety in Papyrus's tired expression, and for a small moment he had considered doing what his brother asked of him. But something inside was still holding him back. Maybe it was his familiar big brother instincts, maybe it was his own stubbornness, maybe it was the fact that he cared about Papyrus way too much to leave him with this insane creature. Whatever it was that was holding him back, he knew that there was no way he was going to leave Papyrus. One way or another he'd tough it out for him.

"Now…," purred the Cat. "If we're ready to begin, I'll need you both to raise your arms."

Both brothers exchanged nervous glances before begrudgingly lifting their hands above their heads. It was a sinking humiliation mixed with dread allowing themselves to be so vulnerable in front of him. Neither of them were sure which was worse, knowing what the Cat was about to do, or the fact that they were allowing him to have as much access to them as he wanted.

The Cat strutted his way back over to Sans. The older skeleton tensed, somehow he just knew that he would be first on the chopping block.

"Now, I do believe you were right," the Cat said slyly. "I haven't yet had the chance to properly play with you, have I?"

Sans let out a long and heavy sigh, knowing that it would be his last moments of restful breath for a while. "Am I allowed to laugh, or are we still playing 'hold it in’?" he mumbled bitterly.

"Oh, please do laugh," the Cat implored, sounding hungrier than ever. "I so look forward to feeding on you." His tone was low and gravely, almost sounding demonic. It made Sans start to shiver as the Cat put his lips together to whistle once again.

The vines shifted and shook. Sans half-expected they were about to bend his body in a way that would make it impossible to keep his arms up. He let out a startled gasp as two more vines swiftly descended from the trees, invaded under his shirt and started brushing against the sides of his spine and under the ribcage.

"AAAGH! Ahahahahahahahaha!! AAH!! NO!! Nohohohoho!!"

It was so sudden. Despite having ample time to prepare himself, he was still caught off guard by the feathers’ merciless twirling and bristling.

The Cat let out a malicious snicker. "What? I never said anything about me and me alone putting you through these tests," he teased wickedly. 

"Grrrrrnnkk!! G—AHAHAHA!! AAGH!"

Sans tried gritting his teeth and holding back. Not wanting to give this pompous feline the satisfaction of seeing him break. But apart from being physically and mentally exhausted from the previous two attempts of holding it in, he could tell that the Cat was no longer holding back either.

The way the feathers swished and drilled into his tickle spots almost felt like they were more controlled, like they moved with purpose. If that wasn't enough, the expression in the Cat's face said it all. He was controlling these plants, and using every calculated movement to drive the helpless laughter out of Sans.

"Gahahahaha!! No!! Nohohohoho!! Y-Yohohou dirty cheheheater!!" Sans growled through his teeth. His elbows slightly bent, but he forced them to stay upwards. It was only the first round; a wave of despair hit him as he was already struggling to keep his arms up.

He tried to focus on spastic other body movements such as opening and closing his fists or wiggling his toes as fast as he could. But with every random flick and sudden brush against his defenseless midsection, it was hard to concentrate on anything.

"Oh, I'M the cheater?" The Cat grinned with a condescending look. "You were the ones who tried to cheat me out of a good meal. I'm merely doing what I have to do to survive." Sans wasn't buying his reasoning. It was too obvious in the way he spoke, the sick creature was enjoying every minute of this.

At last after what seemed like forever, the feather-vines pulled out of Sans's shirt and let him breathe. Between his rapid breaths, Sans could hear the Cat taking in a deep and satisfied inhalation.

"Oh yes, you were right." The Cat beamed up at him. "Your laughter really is loud and delicious."

Sans could only glare at his fuzzy captor. He wanted so badly to put his arms down. Not just to rub the horrid tingles off of his spine, but to try and reach out to grab for him. He wasn't entirely sure what his anger would prompt him to do, but he would make him pay for treating him and his brother like playthings.

With another haughty chuckle the Cat turned to face Papyrus. The younger skeleton winced and shut his eyes tightly, trying to stay focused on keeping his hands above his head.

"Well now, don't look so strained dear fellow," the Cat said as he licked at his lips. "I'm only going to give those hips of yours a good thorough examination."

Papyrus gasped in horror. "No! N-No! Please! Please not again!" Papyrus panicked. The Cat had already gotten his worst spot before this new wager even began. Surely he wouldn't be so quick as to immediately return to it … right? Papyrus silently pleaded for his spot to be spared, at least for a little while.

"Oh don't you worry, old chap," the Cat cooed with a devious smile. "As badly as I want to return to what I know to be a delicious entree … one cannot so quickly disregard the appetizer."

Papyrus continued to gasp and squirm as he noticed the Cat's head dipping down towards his toes. "W-Wait, what are you doing?" he fearfully stammered. "Where are you going?!" He did not like the answer.

The Cat stuck out his tongue and began slowly dragging it up Papyrus's left sole. Papyrus gasped in utter shock, letting out a high pitched string of squeals and laughter.

"NYAAAAAAAAAAGHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!"

His entire body shook in agony, he desperately tried to tug at his ankle. But the vine held him perfectly still as the Cat continued to lick up and down his helpless foot.

"NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO!! PLEASE!! PLEHEHEASE NO!!" Papyrus begged shaking his head. "STAHAHAHAHAP!! IT-IT-IHIHIT REALLY—AHAHAHA!! IT REHEHEHEALLY TIHIHIHIHICKLES!!"

The Cat stopped licking, allowing Papyrus a moment's worth of breath, "Well I would think that was the point, old chap," he scoffed before moving up to lick at his toes.

"NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!!" Papyrus shrieked. "NOHOHOHO!! NAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!! AHAHAHA!!"

Papyrus threw his head back, fresh tears starting to spill from his sockets. The dry sandpaper texture from the Cat's tongue brushing up against his toes was unbelievably maddening. His elbows bent and his hands shook violently to maintain control, but still he didn't lower them.

Sans looked on in horror as Papyrus struggled and thrashed. Sans tried pulling at his own restraints without lowering his hands, but the vines securing his ankles and torso didn't move an inch. He didn't dare make any move that would risk his hands coming down, for fear of the Cat somehow noticing. But it was no use, no matter how hard Sans pulled, he couldn't get his restraints to budge. All he could do was wait for his turn as he listened to his brother's torment.

"PLEHEHEASE!! HEEHEEHEEHEE!! PLEHEHEHEASE NO MOHOHOHORE!!" Papyrus pleaded. 

The Cat let up after a moment. He stood to his feet after wiping off his mouth with his paw, giving Papyrus time to catch his breath. Papyrus inhaled so hard that he ended up coughing. After momentarily sputtering, he resumed his deep and rapid inhales and exhales. He shook the remaining tears from his bright orange cheeks and looked up wearily.

The Cat smirked and moved only one step off to the side, landing in front of Papyrus's other foot. Papyrus froze, a terrible feeling of dread overwhelming him as he stared into the Cat's devious expression.

"Well don't think I'm going to let your left foot have all the fun." He lowered his head without so much as a warning and began dragging his tongue across Papyrus's right foot.

"OH NO!! NONONONONO—AAAAAAGHAHAHAHAA!!" Papyrus had no chance to properly protest before he was once again thrown into hysterical screams and giggles.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!! STAHAHAHAP!!! NYAHAHAHAHA!! I-I-HEEHEEHEE CAHAHAN'T!! I CAN'T!! AHAHAHAHAAA!!"

"Hey!" Sans shouted. "That's enough! His turn is over!" He tried to get the Cat's attention off of Papyrus by yelling and struggling even harder. "Move on to me! Leave him alone!"

But the Cat continued licking, paying Sans absolutely no mind. Papyrus thrashed and flailed to the best of his ability, yet still he refused to let his arms down. When he began to feel the Cat's whiskers flicking in between his toes, he fell into unbearable silent laughter for a brief time. Once he got enough strength to inhale, his laughter had devolved into pure screaming. Anything to distract from this torture.

At last the Cat stopped and Papyrus slumped forward, breathing fast and hard. His elbows were bent dangerously low, but still he didn't drop them. The Cat casually wiped his tongue onto his paw and looked up at him, still smirking.

"I'm not one for the taste of feet," he admitted coolly. "But that shrill squeaking laugh of yours well … that just makes it all worth it." 

The Cat taunted Papyrus by suddenly jolting forward, Papyrus winced and shut his eyes, whimpering loudly. Having successfully startled him, the Cat simply turned and moved back towards Sans.

Sans scowled at the loathsome feline. Gritting his teeth and wanting nothing more than to throw it down a jagged cliff. The Cat merely stopped in front of him wearing his usual haughty grin.

"What was that you were saying earlier," the Cat taunted. "Move on to you? Well, don't mind if I do."

Sans just growled in response, not wanting to satisfy him with any kind of an answer. The Cat narrowed his eyes, however still keeping that never-ending grin spread across his face. 

"Well now, that's not a very happy face." 

The Cat started to whistle again. Panic surged through Sans's soul as he felt the vines shake, what fresh horror possibly awaited him this time? He tensed his arms. They were starting to grow sore, but he was more than determined to keep them in place. No way he was going to leave his brother with this maniac.

When the whistling had stopped, Sans could see a singular vine starting to creep down from the trees. But as it drew closer, Sans could see that this vine was different from the rest. Apart from being exceptionally long, this vine didn't just have the one long feather sticking out from the end with tinier feathers decorating around it. 

This vine had long fluffy feathers sticking out absolutely everywhere. There were no shorter plumes, every single feather was fully grown and extra long. They swayed in the air, tauntingly dancing as the vine moved closer. A familiar feeling of dread fell over Sans as he realized that the vine was descending directly behind him.

"Let's have a smile, shall we?" the Cat teased.

Before Sans could even breathe, the tip of the vine wriggled into the back of his shirt collar and slithered down his shirt. Sans went to gasp, but what instead followed from him was the most pained squeak of air. He could feel every single feather creeping down his back, floating and twirling directly across his precious grooves.

Sans wasn't sure exactly when he managed to breathe in, but once his non-existent lungs were full of air, he let out a horrifically hysterical scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!"

His entire body spasmed, almost out of control. He jerked and thrashed and flopped himself around, looking almost like a fish out of water.

The Cat's eyes widened with awe and malicious glee. "Well, well, well," he purred. "The tall one wasn't kidding. This really is your best spot, isn't it?"

Sans could hear the Cheshire Cat talking over the sound of his hysterical laughter, but he almost couldn't comprehend what it was he said. The vine continued at a steady pace down the back of his shirt. But Sans could feel every single individual feather as they brushed and swirled and dragged across and between the ridges of his delicate sweet spot.

"AAAAAGH!! NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!! AAH!! OH-OH PLEHEHEHEASE!! PLEHEHEHEHASE STAAAHAHAHAP!! AHEEHEEHEE CAHAHAA...!"

His pleas had dissolved into silent laughter. He gazed his tear-filled eyes up towards the trees where the vine was coming from. Silently praying that it was nearing the end of its long stretch.

But to his horror, the length of the vine just kept going on and on. More and more long feathers kept revealing themselves the further down the vine descended, there was no end in sight! Sans whimpered at the sight of the never-ending vine, his body racked with hysterical laughter, nearly on the verge of sobbing.

It wasn't until he noticed his trembling hands starting to drop dangerously close to eye level that he was reminded of his objective. An anguished howl tore from him as he forced his elbows to straighten, raising his hands above his head once more. 

Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to slam his hands down onto his backside. Do something … anything to put an end to this nightmare that was wreaking havoc on his body. His mind was beginning to blank. He couldn't focus on anything besides how unbearable it all was.

"IT TICKLES!!!" Sans screamed inside his head. "MAKE IT STOP!! MAKE IT STOP!! I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE!!"

Sans's arms had gone numb. He couldn't even tell if they were still up anymore. By the way the vine was continuing down his shirt, he could only guess that he hadn't yet lost. But it was terrifying not knowing for sure.

By the time Papyrus had completely caught his breath and had shaken off the tingles from his feet, all he could hear was Sans's frenzied screams of laughter. He blinked away the lingering tears from his sockets to look upon his brother's predicament with utter shock.

"S-Sans...?" he stammered, hardly knowing how to react. He knew more than anybody how horrible Sans's secret sweet spot was. He didn't dare touch it, not even as a joke or a prank, he was that sensitive. Although Papyrus was in disbelief over Sans having not yet lost the Cat's cruel wager, he noticed his brother's will really starting to buckle the more the vine traveled down his shirt. 

"Sans!" Papyrus called bravely. "Don't give up! You can do this!" Papyrus wasn't sure what repercussions the Cat had in store for him for trying to encourage his brother, but that wasn't going to let it deter him.

"Don't let him beat you, Brother! Just hang on!"

Sans could just barely hear Papyrus in between his own sharp inhalations, but it was enough to snap him back into some sense of realization.

"PAPYRUS!!" his mind screamed at him. "JUST HANG ON, DO IT FOR PAPYRUS!!"

Sans clenched his fists together as hard as he could, forcing feeling back into his arms. He screamed and cachinnated and practically wailed in anguish, but inch by inch he forced his arms back up.

And just like that, it all stopped. All of the feathers came to a halt, the tickling had ceased. Sans gasped so hard that it hurt his ribs to inhale so much. He coughed and slumped forward as much as he could without lowering his arms, greedily swallowing breath after breath of air. Once he gathered enough strength, he lifted his head to glance at the Cat.

The Cheshire Cat's grin still had not gone away, however there was a look of annoyance in his big green eyes. Almost as if he was using his signature smile to hide the fact that he was starting to get frustrated with this new game of his.

"Well now," he sneered. "It appears you're a lot stronger than I initially took you for." His eyes narrowed as he stepped forward. "Perhaps you will end up being my main source of food after all."

Sans jumped as he felt the vine start to tremble on his back. He looked up to see that it had finally been stretched to its limit. He looked down to see where it had coiled on the ground beside him. He could hardly believe his sockets, it was such a huge pile of only one vine. It had to have been at least a thousand yards long, or at least, that's what it had felt like.

The Cat cleared his throat, prompting Sans to look back at him. "I suppose that's enough of that." Sans tensed as he began to whistle again.

As the Cat's tune carried through the trees, the vine abruptly changed its direction. This time reeling itself back up towards the trees like a big fishing line being pulled backwards. Sans shrieked with even more hysterical laughter. The quick-moving vine brushed up against his grooves as it reversed direction. It was ten times quicker than when it had originally descended but it still tickled horribly! 

"OH GAHAHAHAHAHA...!!" Sans screamed, writhing in place. "STOPSTOPSTOPSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP!!! OH MY GA—AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!"

It was over in about twenty seconds. As the Cat finally finished his tune, the vine reached the end and slithered out of Sans's shirt with one last friendly flick to his neck.

Sans slumped again. Sputtering with ragged inhalations, and struggling to remain upright. He clenched his fists and could tell that his arms were still in the air, so at least he was still in the game … for now.

"Sans! You did it!" Papyrus cheered. As much as he was dreading his turn, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to give Sans all the encouragement he needed.

"Yes, he did." The Cat turned to give Papyrus a sinister look. "But that was nothing compared to what you're about to endure."

Papyrus swallowed hard, the Cat's cold tone of voice shook him right to the core. But still he tried to put on a brave face. After all, if Sans could handle that kind of torture on his worst spot, then so could he!

The Cat wasted no time whistling for another vine to come to his aid. Unfortunately for Papyrus, it was the exact same vine used on Sans. The extra-feathery plant slinked its way down from the trees once again at the sound of the whistle. Before Papyrus could even think of a proper reaction, the vine wrapped itself around the inside of his hips.

"AAAAGH!! NO! NO! PLEASE! NOT AGAIN!!" 

Papyrus twisted and pulled hard to try and dislodge the fluffy vine, but it was too late. With the Cat ending his tune, the vine started swirling around Papyrus's sweet spot. It coiled and uncoiled itself over and over again, the feathers brushing and bristling against Papyrus's hips and spine.

"YAAAAAAGHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHO!!! PLEHEHEASE!! PLEASE!! I'M BEHEHEHEGGING YOHOHOHOU!! STAHAHAHAP!!!"

Papyrus screeched and buckled as he tried to keep his arms up. He felt his elbows immediately start to give way, but he willed them to stay up with all of his might. Keeping the thought of Sans's immense strength during his turn was helping him stay focused, but everything in his system was still screaming at him to give in.

Sans looked on, feeling absolutely helpless. A part of him felt every possible urge to encourage Papyrus, the way his brother had encouraged him. But on the other hand, he knew that if Papyrus lost his round then it would at least be over for him. Yes, he would still be at the mercy of this place and all its inhabitants, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with this evil Cat anymore.

"NYAHAHAHAHAA!! I-I-AAHEEHEEHEE CAHAHAN'T BREHEHEHEHEATHE!!" Papyrus pleaded, tears starting to form in his sockets once again.

"Oh, well here," mused the Cat. His giant leaf had been left over on Papyrus's side, so he hopped onto it, rising up to Papyrus's upper body. Papyrus was so lost in the horrible ticklish sensations that he hadn't even noticed.

"Let me help you with that." Papyrus began to turn once he heard the Cat whispering in his ear, but stopped to throw his head back after the Cat began digging into his underarms with his big fluffy paws.

"NO—AAAAHAHAHAAAA...!" 

Papyrus's jaw was locked into a wide-open smile as silent squeaking laughter poured out of his mouth. He hiccuped with sharp inhales as his body jerked and spasmed. But all that came out was breathy laughter and sobs. 

Sans's eyes widened with horror as he saw Papyrus's trembling arms starting to descend. Papyrus finally let out an agonizing wail as he attempted to lock his hands in place just an inch above his head.

"Pap!" Sans called. "Papyrus, it's okay! Just let go! I'll be fine!" Sans knew what this meant for him, but he couldn't bear to see his brother like this anymore.

Papyrus started laughing again once he had gotten enough breath, though his laughter was mixed with sounds of weeping and whimpering. He desperately looked over at Sans. He didn't want to let him down, especially after everything that Sans had gone through. But it was to the point where he almost had no control over his arms anymore, it was only a matter of time.

"SAAAAAHAHAHAHANS!!" Papyrus wailed through overwrought laughter. "I-I-HEEHEEHEE!! I-I'M SOHOHOHORRY!!! I CAHAHAHAN'T—AHAHAHAHA!!" His elbows lowered another inch, the Cat beamed from ear to ear as he continued his ruthless attack under his arms.

"That's right," he diabolically whispered to Papyrus, making sure he could hear him. "Lower those arms, you know you want to. Then it'll all be over."

Sans's heart broke, it hurt to hear Papyrus sounding so distraught. More than anything, he wanted to take his brother into his arms to reassure him and comfort him. To let him know that he did just fine, and that he was proud of him. 

As Sans silently willed his brother to give in, suddenly there was a deep rumbling noise. Sans looked down to see the ground beginning to shake, like it was the beginning of an earthquake. The rumbling got louder and louder with every second that passed.

The vines stopped tickling and released the both of them. The brothers fell to the ground landing right onto their fronts. Papyrus immediately tried to stand back up fearing that this meant he had lost the game, but instantly stumbled back onto the ground from lack of strength.

As Sans picked himself back up, he could hear the noises of the forest creatures. Birds calling, squirrels chittering, even frightened grunts from the monkeys in the distance. He looked around to see many creatures running and flying and leaping away from them. Fleeing to escape … but escape from what?

Both brothers turned to the Cat. He had still not lost his signature grin, but his eyes held a look of horror as they stared off into the distance behind them. Before anybody could say another word, the Cat took off like a shot, practically leaping into the forest and propelling off of trees to get further and further away.

The ground shook both of them violently, they began to bounce around on the forest floor like popcorn kernels.

"Saaaaaaans!" Papyrus cried. The rumbling noise was so deafening that Sans could barely hear his brother. "Whaaaaaat's gooooing ooooooon??"

Sans looked off into the direction where the Cat had looked and could not believe his sockets. Water, but not just water … an enormous tidal wave had come out of nowhere. Sans felt a chilly sensation and looked down to see his feet had suddenly submerged in an inch of water.

Sans grabbed Papyrus's hand. The noise was so tumultuous that it completely drowned out their voices, but Papyrus could tell immediately what his brother was trying to say….

"RUN!"

***

"Blast! I just don't understand this!" 

Gaster had Sans flipped onto his front as he massaged both hands fiercely into his eldest son's back.

"It says right here that massage-therapy is supposed to 'awaken the senses'."

He stopped massaging to reread the same paragraph he had read countless times now from a book entitled ‘Awakening’. 

With a frustrated groan he went back to try massaging Papyrus's hips again. The younger skeleton let out a few whimpers and squirmed in his grasp but still, neither of them had woken from their trance.

If anything, this practice that Gaster was DEFINITELY not used to, seemed to be getting his sons even more stuck in this unyielding trance.

After several more tries, he gave up, tossing the book out as he went to fetch something different. He couldn't help but wonder what all that squirming and whimpering was about as he tried to massage both boys awake, deciding it wasn't worth focusing on, he pulled out another book to research.

[antimony-medusa]

man, just going through and queueing my thousandth emduo fan art and considering my emduo writing I'm doing this evening and with a VOD of an emduo stream open in a tab and with emduo art as my desktop background and I was just struck by a thought:

Undoubtedly this would be kinda weird to see people getting this into your friendships.

Like not even getting into whumping characters or aging them down or shipping or doing deep lore and meta of off-hand comments, just like, just the fact that I have been posting emduo art approximately 12 times a day for the past three years. Not even getting into the fact that one of those creators is dead. Like. That's gonna be a little weird to come across in the abstract, if you are a person with a friendship, seeing this friendship be like someone's blog theme. Multiple blog themes. The hashtag updates hourly.

Like I'm sure fandom is flattering, but also, there is undoubtedly a point where someone is like 'oh wait, so your entire hobby is about these characters that have my name? Like you spend hours a day on this? You have art up?" And then they go Oh Dear.

Which is why I think it's just so much greater for everyone if we keep our little derangement in fandom-specific corners of the internet and do not throw it into the creator's face. At all. Even the harmless stuff! Do not TTS about your fanfic! Sharing fan art and cosplay in the designated fan art channel— awesome. Inviting creators into your fandom group chat— boy. Can we not. As much as I am like man I could probably reach so many people, I probably should not promo fandom events in the philza discord! The actual guy is there, saying "here people can request gifts made for them about you" is gonna be weird.

There's just— there's a thing on twitter right now where this artist was making music and videos in a created world with characters, all very dreamlike and artistic, based in their childhood. And because it's the internet, someone wrote/drew NSFW of these characters. And because the internet is the way it is now, people were finding, searching out NSFW content to send it to the creator, presumably so they could take it down?

And I know these people had good intentions, however much I think that they're wrong, but I would argue that sending someone porn of characters based on you/on your kidfic is pretty close to harassment? Like do not show them that stuff. Come on. But the 'tattle to the creator' mentality was too strong.

And the creator, unsurprisingly, did not deal well with this! And then in what I think is a mistake, they have put together a team of people and a google form so that you can report if you find inappropriate or offensive content with their characters and the team will presumably try to copyright strike it. Which. Uh. Again. Is a whole horrible boundaries discourse, is going to lead to witch hunts, and I'm not sure about the legal success of copyright striking fan art and fanfic ANYWAYS.

But like this could have been avoided if instead of going "the creators need to know about this Bad Stuff" people just blocked and moved on. And I think so much more of modern fandom would take a step towards health if we could put more of a creator/fandom separation in place.

Like when I think back to the heyday of DSMP fandom and how these creators— many of them underage— were getting people sending them porn of themselves/their characters, to tattle. Oh look isn't this dark fic too dark. Look how horrible this gore is. This is borderline shipping. People were sending Phil's mods stuff tagged as QPR, because they couldn't get to Phil but he clearly so desperately needed to know this, so that he could condemn it as too close to shipping? Because that is respectful and a great idea?

And like this ranges from stuff where I'm like bro, he doesn't need to know that (small /neg, about stuff that isn't a big dealt), to bro, he doesn't need to know that (LARGE /neg, stop sending the creators porn), because like, okay, yes, you have correctly identified that this would be weird to have happen to you/to a character based on you. What you are missing here is that unless you want to usher in an era of insane copyright overreach that would make disney's lawyers ascend to a higher plane and also kill transformative fandom, there is effectively very little way to stop most of the bad stuff. Those characters are out there, people get to do what they want with them, no matter how much it's in poor taste. All you're doing when you show creators the bad stuff is making them look at stuff that is going to be unpleasant and they can't stop. So, y'know, harassment?

And even the good stuff— I know how to behave myself and act cool in public spaces the creators are in, but if they were to see the full depths of how much of my brain space is taken up by the blocks, I'm sure they'd kinda be left going hahaha you what????? Tomathy Innit was struck speechless by a single person doing a video essay analyzing L'manberg. I see that energy on the dash from dozens of mutuals every damn DAY.

Just like, man. Fandom is just a lot to shove at creators, and if they want to step in willingly that's fine, but I really think we should be so so so cautious about throwing them in bodily when they didn't ask for it. Do not rec family dynamic fics to tommy in his youtube comments. Do not tell tubbo to scroll his hashtag on tumblr. Stop telling Phil about your fanfiction in TTS. I"M SURE THE POSTING YOU ARE ALL THINKING OF IS FINE IN TERMS OF TECHNICAL WEIRD STUFF, but like— even the good stuff! Even the good stuff is a lot! "I was having a bad day but I watched some videos with the friendship in it and now I'm okay" is just a lot to drop on someone! Can we allow creators/writers/musicians/actors/authors to opt into this stuff, and not shove it at them?

And for the love of all things good stop sending people porn of themselves.

[tadfools]

Every single day I wake up and check the Nexus mod page for BG3 waiting for someone to restore the original dialogue for my beautiful toad wife Lae’zel and every single day I am more disappointed and desperate than the last

But don’t worry guys! At least there’s another AI voice pack turning the narrator voice into a man’s

[trappedinafantasy37]

Alright! It is finally time to face the Elder Brain and end this run. For a little disclaimer, I did complete this run just a few days before Patch 7. I just have posting paralysis and shit sits in my drafts forever before I post things.

Shadowheart tried to dominate the Elder Brain. But, her plan was an abysmal failure.

And doomsday has arrived for the city of Baldur's Gate.

Pro tip: before walking into the apocalypse, make sure your pet illithid is well fed. Locally sourced brains are the preferred nutrition, but store bought is fine.

Despite the apocalyptic scenario she finds herself in, Minthara is enjoying herself and having a grand old time. Definitely the kind of person who thrives in chaos and is her most calm when shit hits the fan.

At the beginning of this all, Shadowheart was alone, trying to navigate the dangers by herself. She felt that she did not need any allies as they would be nothing but liabilities. But Minthara was the one who, ironically, pulled her out of the darkness and gave her the push she needed to step away from Shar. She never could have made it this far without her.

A failed Sharran, a drow, and an illithid walk into a bar...

Meet my friends!

RAWR!

Now this is what I call some quality gameplay! No one can attack you if they can't see you. And even if they could see you, you've evoked the "you can't touch me" rules!

In a final act of desperation, the nether brain pleads for its life, trying to entice Shadowheart into becoming Absolute. Of course, Minthara wants Shadowheart to take the brain and they can rule the world as gods. Sadly, Shadowheart has turned into a helpless do-gooder and destroyed the brain. Lame.

Yay! They saved the city and Minthara unintentionally did a good thing! Now, she wants to get shitfaced so she can forget the awful experience of being a hero against her will.

So, Shadowheart sleeps and Minthara trances, right? Meaning Minthara wakes up long before Shadowheart does. Therefore, Minthara has spent at least 4 hours just sitting here, staring at Shadowheart and waiting for her to wake up. I mean, I would do the same thing too...

Babygurl, it is just me and you here. Who the hell do you think I've been partying with without you? Who are you so afraid of? Who are you trying to poison?

You know, Withers could have just visited the evil lesbians in Baldur's Gate instead of throwing this lavish and extravagant party in the middle of nowhere.

Whoooo boi! This has probably been the longest it has taken me to ever complete a run in Baldur's Gate. Not because it was difficult, but because I was fighting burn-out at the same time, and, well, life stuff happened. But now with Patch 7 being here, I can finally download and install some mods to bring back that spark and replay Daedra and maybe complete that Karlach origin that I keep putting off. This will probably be the last time I do a Shadowheart origin as I have already done it three times and I miss her as a companion.

This is my first duo run and I have had a lot of fun with it. Knowing that I only had two companions and limited resources really made me approach combat and scenarios more tactfully and prepare in advance. It also provided me with some really good RP reasons to make some not so morally good decisions. This was a run that started off with Shadowheart making evil decisions out of necessity and survival, but then her selectively choosing to be good and to be better as she knows she has the power to be better. And having a powerhouse like Minthara at her side certainly gave her the confidence. Of course, Minthara had to get dragged through all this character development, grumbling and bitching about it the entire time. Although, I do not think she learned the same lessons as Shadowheart did as she is still up to her same old drow shenanigans.

This entire run was completely inspired by a random Shadowthara gifset I came across months ago and I knew I just had to do it. Shadowheart and Minthara have very quickly become one of my favorite ships and is my second favorite ship for Minthara specifically. I always knew that Shadowheart and Minthara had some overlap in their stories, but I didn't realize just how much they did overlap. I feel most people probably would have had Shadowheart go the DJ route with Minthara (and would be the canon route if Shadowheart only had Minthara by her side). So I went the opposite direction and found a good RP motivator to make Shadowheart reject Shar instead. To be honest, I think Minthara and Selunite Shadowheart mesh better together than DJ Shadowheart (although DJ Shaodwheart and Minthara are delicious in their own way).

Now that the run is completely over, I will get to my final wrap up in the next coming days. I will also polish out the chapters I have already written for my Shadowheart fic and start getting it published. And for all those who have followed me through this run when you really didn't have to:

Thank you!

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