#otto and atticus ask

[writingforfishes]

How would Atticus (and Otto) react if Mark ever got the hiccups in front of them?

Depending on where Atticus' arousal level was that day, they would react differently.

If it was high, Atticus would absolutely be turned on. They would probably either become more talkative or less talkative. They would either feel safe with Otto there with them to know and understand or they'd have to leave the room.

If they were in a hiatus period, I think they would still be somehow embarrassed. A little shy, perhaps. Or they might try to join in on teasing if it would make them seem normal about Mark's hiccup.

In either case, Atticus would try to join in on whatever vibe everyone else was giving off. Cures, Atty's got loads. If nobody cares after sort of chuckling at it, Atty would do their best to ignore them. Relentless teasing, Atty could get on board with that, too.

As far as Otto, as soon as Mark started hiccuping he'd stare at his spouse to see where they were at emotionally in response. Then he'd decide to either tease them a little, help them distance themselves from the situation, or distract from the stimulation, or...if Atty was visibly aroused to him...and everything was perfectly aligned...perhaps they'd rush off somewhere to take care of some things for a bit. Who knows?

The only caveat is if Atty sees Mark as family. If that's the case, they might feel awkward as hell seeing him hiccup. However, I feel like Mark has pretty outstanding hiccups for a hiccup kinkster to experience. And given that Atty has been allowed to be freer with their kink with Otto it might make that situation a little more allowable.

Additionally, Atticus has talked to Otto about Mark's hiccups before.

It's interesting being aroused by an action and not a specific person, necessarily. Otto is very understanding that anyone hiccuping might arouse them and Atticus would probably be just as understanding if Otto got aroused by anyone being obviously aroused. These characters have no jealousy or ego (unless it's cute and funny).

[femmehysteria]

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Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

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Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

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Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

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Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

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Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

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Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

[compact-turtle]

Lovin ur oc Atticus so much! He sounds so cute, but how would he react to a darling that more or less doesn’t give any f’s?? Polite as hell but doesn’t care abt things most of the time.

Maybe because of his habit of stealing clothes one of readers’ friends decide to let them borrow a tight tank top that says “slut” on the front?? Reader really doesnt care but I feel like Atticus might a little too much. 😅 if you don’t like these kinds of asks pls feel free to delete! No pressure

I think it’s a super cute idea!! I love it ( *｀ω´)

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-this is a socially isolated man who doesn’t get out much and doesn’t understand what the shirt means 

-he thinks it’s a cute shirt on you. He likes how it doesn’t hide anything from his eyes. Often checks you out when you’re making dinner or doing laundry. 

-finally clicks for him when he’s watching a tv show that brings up the word 

-asks you about it in a weird roundabout way. You explain that it’s just a shirt and you don’t really care about it. 

-he does Bc he feels like it disrespects you and doesn’t want you to feel bad (sees it as a negative connotation due to how the tv show and town portrays slut shaming) 

-Waits until you’re in the shower or in a different outfit to enact his plan. 

-Steals some dog treats from the kitchen. Hides the dog treat in the shirt. Calls for Otto and Earl to come upstairs.

-The dogs are elated to find a treat for them. They’ve been working so hard! They dig into it not caring about the garment.  

-You find the shirt ripped in pieces underneath two happy dogs who just got a free snack. 

-Atticus comes in and lectures them for ruining your clothes 

-It’s ok though! You can wear his flannels. He’ll makes sure to wash it for you :) 

-Does give your friend a lighter workload the next day so they don’t get upset at you for ruining the shirt too much. 

-The poor dogs who got scolded after being tricked:

[whexposed]

¿cuáles hombres se bañan y cuáles no? tengo miedo.

Basado en apariencias, se bañan:

Vance, Kai, Leandro, Angel, Isaac, Atticus.

No se bañan:

Otto, Barnaby, Remus, August.

Le deseo suerte a quien tenga que compartir habitación con uno de los últimos cuatro... Quiero escuchar todo el tea, ¿se bañan? ¿cómo es su higiene? ¿algún fetiche extraño?

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍.

[writingforfishes]

Okay okay okay.

But if this is too weird, you both can just ignore it.

And you don't have to respond, either. It came into my head to do this when hb posted it. So, g0w, you get it, too!

Otto, seeing you might need a hug, opens his arms in silent permission for consent to provide a hug. Well, it's silent except that he has a pretty boisterous case of hiccups he's been trying, and failing, to keep quiet.

If you accept:

"AwwHLP'm! C'mere h'IMP!" he mutters as you step into his arms.

He holds your head to his body with one hand and wraps the other around your shoulders. You're shorter than him, so your head probably falls somewhere between his chest and stomach.

He doesn't bend down to be shoulder to shoulder with you like some tall people tend. He's learned from Atticus this only makes for an awkward hug. So, instead, he brings you into his body at level.

Otto's hiccups are, as always, rapid. They come in spurts of twos and threes during the long, tight hug. His stomach pushes softly into your body with every hiccup as his chest recesses. You can hear, if you put your ear to it, every muffled mmph! and hmph! from his chest. They sound squeaky at the end and sometimes he grunts with a particularly hard one.

He tries to lower his head on top of yours to offer more comfort, but it keeps jerking up from hiccups as he lets out an annoyed sound from the back of his throat.

"Sorry ab-hi'up! about the-HLMK!-these hiccups! But you hmp!HMP! you loo-HILP! looked like you n--needed a H'MUCK!, sorry, a hug!" he says lowly, his voice vibrating in his chest between his hiccups.

He takes several more seconds to hold you close as both of you stand while stroking your head in what he hopes is a comforting way. All the while his hiccups ebb and flow in strength and speed. He grunts after a particularly fast and hard cluster HMP!H'KMP!MPK!MK!

The movement of the spasms ricochet from his body to yours as you both tremble and jerk for a moment. He sighs heavily after with a muttered, and mildly surprised, "scuse me!", getting a few more breaths in before tamer hiccups continue.

"You g--good now, ki-ip!-kiddo? HUP!" he finally asks as he leans back a little to look at your face with a soft smile he hopes is reassuring.

He uses 'kiddo' not to demean your age but to offer endearment.

As he looks at you, he hiccups. He does his best to keep them from being too loud as the spasms force his head to knock back and his neck to pull in dramatically at his collarbone, something you can easily witness from how his shirt has been unbuttoned from the top.

I just need someone with the hiccups to hug me. Front to front. Very tightly

[one-mopeyboi]

The 75 Survivors (A Hunger Games Headcanon)

In order, from the 1st Hunger Games to the 74th

Feel free to use the names from this list, just remember that these people aren’t canon except for the ones with names in bold, and to credit me! Thank you.

Send me asks about any of them and I will give you a headcanon!

Atticus Ashlar / M / D2 / 18

Argil James / F / D1 / 17

Gilbert Cohen / M / D4 / 18

Malachite Harris / M / D1 / 16

Otto Gladstone / M / D6 / 18

Paul B. Spruce / M / D7 / 18

Cassia Rockefeller / F / D2 / 18

Isaac Hill / M / D5 / 15

Heliodor Lewis / M / D1 / 18

Lucy Gray Baird / F / D12 / 16

Magadelen “Mags” Flanagan (nee Cohen) / F / D4 / 17 (Gilbert is her uncle)

Levant Ryeland / NB / D9 / 18

Claudius Tiffany / M / D2 / 18

Lux Carter / NB / D1 / 17

Seeder Barnes / F / D11 / 15 (The only victor to have a “pacifist” win with no killing, by outlasting everyone else in starvation. The gamemakers that year hung for it)

Cain Wheaton / F / D9 / 16

Burton “Woof” Hosier / M / D8 / 12 (It is a common misconception in the Capitol that Finnick is the youngest Victor. He won by skinning a wolf mutt and wearing its pelt. As the mutts do not have eyes and operate by scent alone, they killed everyone else)

Ivy Fairfields / F / D7 / 16

Corderita Ramirez / F / D10 / 17

Nero Travertine / M / D2 / 18

Ada Hertz / F / D3 / 16

Bonnie Hartley / F / D12 / 16 (There has to be a mentor for Haymitch)

Magnolia Wright / M / D7 / 17

Mako Kirk / F / D4 / 17

Antonius Golding / M / D2 / 18

Marius Doherty / M / D2 / 18

Tarquin May / M / D2 / 18 (yes, three years in a row)

Fava Ryeland / F / D9 / 16

Brocade Anning / F / D1 / 18

Radiance Hahn / F / D1 / 18

Volk Gladstone / M / D6 / 13 (See Woof’s section for “misconceptions regarding the youngest Victor. He won by taking control of a freight train. He is Otto Gladstone’s son)

Laurentia Ramsay / F / D2 / 18

Sol Helmholz / NB / D5 / 17

Trench Trawler / M / D4 / 18

Arty Croft / M / D11 / 16

Lyme Rossi / F / D2 / 18

Lumine Anning / F / D1 / 17

Porter Millicent Tripp / F / D6 / 17

Brutus Cassius Cato / M / D2 / 18 (The first name of 74HG’s Cato is Magnus)

Carlos “Chuck” del Toro / M / D10 / 17

Brian T. ”Beetee” Latier / M / D3 / 16

Wiress Latier (nee Faraday) / F / D3 / 17

Amaranth Reeves / F / D9 / 15

Flax Henley / NB / D8 / 15

Roy Gingham / M / D8 / 16

Elm Raber / M / D7 / 17

Opal Monroe / F / D1 / 18

Aurelius McArthur / M / D2 / 18

Cuprum Hamilton / M / D1 / 16

Haymitch Abernathy / M / D12 / 16

Chaff Mitchell / M / D11 / 18

Cyprian Quartz / M / D2 / 18

Cecelia Khampan / F / D8 / 16

Zephyr Howell / F / D5 / 17

Alf Heeler / M / D10 / 16

Blight Conall / M / D7 / 16

Alder Schur / F / D7 / 16

Philo Walterstein / M / D2 / 18

Davy Alcott / M / D4 / 16

Barleigh Bernhardt / M / D9 / 17

Curie Li / F / D5 / 17

Enobaria Onyx / F / D2 / 18

Gloss Strahlend / M / D1 / 14

Cashmere Strahlend / F / D1 / 15

Finnick Odair / M / D4 / 14

Florin Washington / NB / D2 / 18

Augustus Braun / M / D1 / 18

Joules Davis / F / D3 / 16

Boeing Tripp / M / D6 / 16

Anemone “Annie” Cresta / F / D4 / 19 (she turned 19 in the Arena)

Johanna Mason / F / D7 / 17

Tourmaline Kennedy / F / D1 / 16

Agrippa Clinton / M / D2 / 18 (just has a girly name)

Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark / D12 / 16

Statistics

Average age : 16.74 years

Most occurring age : 18 years

District count :

D1 - 13

D2 - 16

D3 - 4

D4 - 7

D5 - 4

D6 - 4

D7 - 7

D8 - 4

D9 - 5

D10 - 3

D11 - 3

D12 - 5

Genders :

Male - 38

Female - 31

Nonbinary - 6

[georgiapeach30513]

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Both Girls

Summary: Atticus is not happy with Carter

Pairings:  Carter X Story

Rating: 🥹🥹

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1K

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“Watch out buddy,” Story goes to turn from the stove, carrying a pan of pasta, but Atticus is always in the way. Sitting the pan down the dog walks in front of her, taking a big whiff before sitting down. “Carter, come get Atticus, he’s making it difficult to cook.”

Carter pokes his head in, holding a snoozing Iclynn, and gives his wife a smile before tapping at his leg, calling Atticus, who struggles to leave Story’s side and listen to Carter. “Can I not bring in a private…”

“No! I enjoy cooking. I’m not waddling around pregnant, so I’m cooking. Aren’t I sweet girl,” going over to give her infant baby some attention, she stands up to give Carter a kiss, only to have Atticus bark. “What’s gotten into you? Where’s Achilles? Go play with your brother. Or find Brookie.”

Still Atticus sits next to Carter, but those dark brown eyes follow Story’s every move. “Call the boys on the intercom, dinner is ready. Sit down, my king, while I bring you, your plate. You only get a bit longer to hold this beautiful princess. It’s about time for feeding. Mama’s boobs feel real…”

“Mama, everything smells so good,” Archie exclaims. Always the first one when called.

“Thank you, baby. Here’s your plate,” almost like a little assembly line they line up, holding their plates, and ready to thank their mom and give her a kiss. Readying her own plate, before walking into the dining room. Carter’s puckered lips point towards hers, and she gives him the quickest pecks, before sitting down beside him, and all the boys start to eat.

Carter pats at Story’s hand, before eating himself. His daughter still snug in his arm. Her eyes never leaving his face, and he looks around the table. His five handsome boys that were growing so much. Otto looking more and more like a man, and so much like Ransom. Wanting to go almost everyday with his dad just to learn the business. Had the Baizen’s been half the grandparents they should have been to Otto, they would be so proud of him, and how smart he was with the business.

Zephyr who could already wield a hammer, and built right along with Beau and James. Archer, another Carter. The only child his parents seem to ask about, so they didn’t get anything.

Brooks, the sweetest little boy, who hung around Otto or the Beck’s. Their wild man Raiden who looked almost as old as Brookie, but still acted his age. To now his little princess that he holds in his arms. Reminding him so much of Story when she came home. The first baby he ever held. Except Iclynn wasn’t so tiny.

“Babe, you okay?” Story asks softly. Her hand cupping his cheek.

“What?”

“Archie asked you a question. You were zoned out.”

“I’m just,” his sky blue eyes look back at the table and nods. “I’m just happy.”

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Carter knew when he came home late that his Queen would be curled up in bed. He wasn’t prepared for the sight of her and only Iclynn laid in their bed. Story’s lips kiss along their daughters face while she sings Beautiful Dreamer so gently to her.

“Your daddy’s home, princess,” her bright blue eyes look at her husband and she gives a sleepy smile, “Welcome home Baizen. You tired?”

“I was hoping you’d want to spend some time watching a movie with your husband,” his body attempts to crawl in the bed beside her, but Atticus jumps up on the other side of the bed, and gives a warning bark to Carter. “Atticus,” he shakes his head confused. “He thinks I’m the intruder.”

“Maybe he thinks you’re going to hurt me. Maybe later I’ll let you break my back,” she scoots off the bed with Iclynn, and Carter tries to take her, making the dog agitated again. “Lounge clothes. I’ll meet you in the living room,” testing out her theory, she gives Carter a kiss, and Atticus doesn’t budge. “Come on, boy.”

Following the girls into the living room, Story lays her sleeping beauty in her bassinet next to Carter’s spot, and smiles when he makes his decent down the stairs, “I believe you get better looking with age,” waiting on him to sit, before she tries to snuggle up to him, making Atticus jump up between them. “Alright, what’s his deal.”

Atticus stares down at Carter before turning to Story’s belly and sneezing on it. “That’s gross. Buddy, I will make out with husband,” his nose taps on her belly, and then back at Carter, growling.

“When was your last period?” Carter smiles, still completely mesmerized by her.

“Breastfeeding. I don’t…” she looks down at Atticus, and he doesn’t turn to look at Achilles who trots into the room, checking everything out, before sitting beside Atticus. His own nose tapping at her belly. “Is that why you’re being funny? Do you sense a tiny baby to protect?”

Without another bark, the fluffier dog walks over to Iclynn’s bassinet. His brown eyes checking on his smallest baby. “Story, you still got tests?” she nods her head, “Go take one, so I don’t think that my dog hates me when I’m around you.��

Carter sits waiting and watching his odd dogs watching their baby, when Story walks in, leans over on him. Watching their dogs that mostly stare between Carter and the baby. Even making her lazy girl, Buttercup walk in there. “Honey,” she doesn’t have to look. She can tell by his tone, that the test is positive. “How are you feeling?”

“She’s not even two months old.”

“If I recall you wanted me to try and fuck a baby in you. I succeeded. And I’m not allowed to cum deep inside you anymore. We might get another girl.”

“I’ll finally have twins,” sitting up, her hands pet over her belly. “Who is a good boy?” Atticus’ tail shakes rapidly, but he still doesn’t leave from beside Iclynn.

“But I can’t handle the barking and growling when Carter tries to kiss me. Okay? He’s at work most of the day, so you gotta deal with me needing to love on him, understood?” both dogs let a whispered bark, and Story starts to lay back, pulling Carter down with her.

His head settling on her belly. Giving it a quick kiss before sighing on her. Her baby pink manicured fingers brush through his curls, and she starts Princess Bride. “You going to be good after seven, my Queen?”

“There’s gonna be at least one pregnancy. I don’t do odd numbers, my King. Let’s just hope their both girls.”

Masterlist

[pupyzu]

I don’t remember if I’ve asked or if you’ve answered but could you do some soft vampire prince (masc/neutral) names please?

under the cut!

Acacius / Achaikos Aelius Agathon Agnar / Agnarr Alex / Alexander / Alexi Alfie / Alfred Allister Ansgar Archie Atticus Bowie Crown Devan / Deven / Devon Drace / Draco Ewald Ezra Fang Festus James Lami Lamia Louis Luca / Lucas Nik Oakley Oscar Oswald Otto Ozzy Prince Quince / Quincely Romeo Rowen Silas Theo / Theodore Tobias Vamp Vampir / Vampyr Verdan Vinnie / Vincent Wraith

[dinawrites]

Westwood is so compelling im ALSO beguiled just like Tristan rip

I saw that youre open for ocs in westwood - do you have any rules for that? Creatures you creature types you don't want included or canon characters you don't want to interact with oc ideas? Rules for posting and sharing westwood oc ideas?

Anything like that? I just dont want to overstep cos this entire world is so cool an intricate and youre already so nice for letting others play in your sandbox

Thank you so much! This is genuinely so heart-warming to hear. I'm so glad that people are liking Westwood. I was worried for a bit that I was the only one who was going to be obsessing over it, so to hear these words have really validated me like a parking ticket. And to know that people actually want to create OCs for it?! I really cannot wrap my head around it. When I pitched the idea to some friends about creating OCs for Westwood, the response was a little bit shaky and disheartening, so I really didn't want to push the idea at all. But I initially created Westwood Academy with the intention of it being a safe place for fun, non-committal OCs and I'm really open to any and all OCs for Westwood. In fact, I encourage it!

I really don't want to be restrictive, but I do have some rules for Westwood OCs, the biggest being:

Please abide by the rules of the Westwood Universe.

One of the things I didn't like about media like The Vampire Diaries, Twilight, Teen Wolf, etc. is that they would begin with previously established rules and then progressively break each and every single one. The consequence of this are the stakes, now made non-existent, and characters are in danger of being so overpowered, every threat becomes laughable or easily vanquished. An example of this is Hope Mikaelson being a Tribrid, when it was previously stated that a vampire could not also be a witch. Also, why is it necessary for someone to not only possess the superhuman speed and strength of a vampire, but also turn into a wolf, and also be able to do magic?

To prevent this, I've created a set of Laws of Lore that governs the world of Westwood:

The Westwood Six (Witches, Sorcerers, Warlocks, Fae, Werewolves, Vampires) are the only creatures admitted into Westwood, as they are the pillars that make up the Recondite Citizenry.

Any other creature has not done so, are not represented on the Eldritch Council, and have elected to remain independent of the Citizenry. Although this means their freedom, it also means they are isolated from aid.

The Unseelie Court (including Imps) have no interest in interaction with the mortal plane, and thus do not attend Westwood.

The only ones capable of creating half-Fae are Elves, and even so, many do not survive to adolescence.

Nymphs have minor manipulation over their respective elements (otherwise, what reason do I have for Sorcerers?)

Warlocks are at the mercy of their Demons. The only one to have achieved ownership of his own free will was Atticus Aimes, and was driven mad by it.

The First Families were the first Witches to settle in Westwood, not the first ever Witches. More Witches exist outside of the Families, and are safe from the bloodcurse.

Hybrids cannot, and, in the current timeline of Ottoline's enrollment, do not exist. Many die, as they are unnatural, and cannot survive in nature. The only thing outside of this is Warlocking oneself, in which it is a matter of possession. Atticus himself was a Witch when he sold his soul to The Fiend.

Werewolves die during the Warlocking process as their bodies reject the Demon, and Vampires cannot enter a demonic bargain as they have no soul to sign.

Only Werewolves exist.

Only a few Witches, Warlocks, and Sorcerers remain, so I will eventually have to put a cap on how many more of them can be admitted to Westwood. But as of now, feel free to make OCs for the Troika!

Outside of that, anything goes! Canon characters are all available for OC interaction. Some canon relationships to know about beforehand:

Ottoline, Thomasin, and Eliseo are the Golden Trio of Westwood

Ottoline and Ulric are an OTP but it's a slow-burn, and we love unnecessary angst. So he is available for pairings during his and Otto's "enemies" phase of Enemies-To-Lovers

Eliseo and Thomasin are also OTP, but they try and stay away from each other romantically. This leads to more than its fair share of shenanigans. Both are available for temporary pairings

Matías and Tristan both believe they love Otto, but they really don't. They're simply being thralled by a protection spell she has placed on her by her mother (very similar to a Siren's mesmer). Both are available for pairings

One of the many mysteries at Westwood is the Disapearrance of Lucille Burke, so if you're looking for canonical angst for an OC to be made for, concern for a missing friend or lover would be perfect

Westwood Academy is a college, not a high school. All students are legal and majority of them are immortal and much older than they look anyways. So, unless a teacher is otherwise taken, they're free for pairings!

There are no rules for content posting. I'm just excited to see what you come up with! Please do not hesitate to ask any questions you may have for your OC, whether it be about the species they are or a character pairing you envision, and how that character would react or interact to certain things. My ask box is always open!

[writingforfishes]

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do i even need to tag myself at this point 💀 eh it probably invites more views to my own blog why the hell not

@worm-writes-hicfics:

ik you've gone on a few times abt why atticus has yet to be written with a case of their own

what do they think about that lack tho? any different from you? do they want to experience that or is it brain-scrambling enough to have otto getting them so frequently? would they be open with anyone (otto) abt trying to induce or just casually walk into the kitchen or somethin at some point while having them and act like it wasn't intentional

if they were to get them unintentionally, how might that go, both atticus' thoughts about it in general and/or how otto might react to that (im remembering that i asked abt role reversal before but idt i got this specific when i did)

tl;dr if it were to happen, regardless of what the case itself might be like, how would either of them think about or react to it...and would either of them try to cause that again?

yuh..gay shit....

Oooh, I like this question!

:packs a lunch with worm sent Spam:

I imagine, as my uninventive self-insert is shamelessly me, Atticus has some excitement about wanting to induce hiccups. And I imagine that Atticus has shared this excitement with Otto.

No doubt, the conversation has come up between them that Otto wonders if Atticus ever gets them and Atticus has lamented that they very rarely do, though they have attempted.

I think Otto would be very giddy to see Atticus hiccup. I don't believe he'd get aroused, necessarily, but knowing that Atticus had wanted to have the hiccups would make him very endearingly excited for them.

He'd also check in with them, though. Atticus would most likely be very shy about hiccuping, even in front of Otto. If they contracted a case in public Otto would likely never know about it as they'd cure it very quickly (though never say never if the situation is right). But if they happened to have a case at home, that would be ideal.

Atticus belches a lot. Otto is always taken aback by how loud they are. He very verbally wonders how where all that gas is coming from and if they have some sort of portal into another world in their gut that they are expelling from somehow. Otto, himself, has never belched as loudly as Atty. (Though something something suppressing inappropriate bodily sounds something something needs to be perfect something something.)

That all being said, when Atty finally does get the hiccups (as it is my hope of hopes to do the same) Otto will find them incredibly charming. And in my heart of hearts, Otto will contract them simultaneously during Atticus' case. They'll compare their body reactions and as Atticus' case goes away Otto's will continue.

Just imagine Otto cooing over how adorable Atty's hiccups are and how shy Atticus will become, but also a bit excited, too. And, yes, they will be a little overwhelmed and perhaps overstimulated, but Otto will be there to rub their belly and help them get everything from the experience that they want.

It'll be super fluffy and maybe one day I'll be able to write it!

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

Favorite baby names? For boys and girls?

last time i was asked this question (a few weeks ago) i didn’t have my list of names with me. i had it saved on my previous blog which was deleted and so i lost them. but luckily for you i’ve been slowly rebuilding the list over the last few weeks. the following list is incomplete. 

boy: tiberius, chosen, eloi, aiden, augustus, asher, edric, emmerich, magnus, archibald, frank/francis, frederick, charlemagne, alexander, wolfgang, cato, richard, amadeus, aresti, orestes, aitor, ander, eniko, iker, xavier, zorion, orion, asterion, osric, ciel, aryan, dorian, atticus, norman, hector, alaric, alistair, balder, aiken, artorius, dante, einar, eric/eirick, ambrose, llywelyn, holden, orson, atlas, onyx, auberon, aurelius, cleo/cleon, daedalus, havelock, evander, lysander, dominic, ajax, justin/justinian, ever, solace, solaire, florian, merit, merrit, nestor, atreus, bernard, barrett, dietrich, theodore, theodoric/theoderic/theuderic, theudis, alcaeus/alkaios ferdinand, roland, otto, erastus, theseus, clovis, ludwig/ludovic, dion/deon/dionysius, aloysius, armin, lothar, gaius, orpheus, soren, severin, valentine, leo/leon/leonard/leander, martin, martial, aristotle, aldrich, bertrand/bertram, cyril, horace, orlando, roderick, vincent, alaric, alric, ulric, virgil, ovid, arator. ulysses, roy/roi, thelonious, nicodemus, 

girl: euphemia, alexandra, andromeda, aria, agatha, beatrice, amaia, arrosa, elixane, araceli, aurora, lorelei, sophia, eurydice, ophelia, cornelia, claribel, odelia/odilia, amy, ada, adelaide, amadea, faye, claire, althea, clementine, aurelia, augusta, celeste, florence, genevieve, laurentia, octavia, penelope, sibyl/sybyl, fawn, charlotte, anastasia, thea, theodora, verity, antoinette, stephanie, artemis, cassandra, eula/eulalia, caroline, charlotte, delilah, azure/azura, gwyneth, eleanor, victoria, arabella, eudora, melisande/milicent, odessa, solei, avalon, cosima, ariadne, minerva, arista, alethea, calista, astraea, selene/selena.

[cathariis]

🗣🗣 - all of your muses

all of my assholes? bet.

the sweets children x mel.

melody: ok but why does lincoln get more attention.mel: because he’s a drunken fool that everybody wants to take care of.melody: but i want more threads.lincoln: it’s not like i asked for this life.eden: i’m going to agree with melody. i want more threads. i would actually like to hurt somebody once with my knives.mel: eden, put your knives away please.eden: but i want to hurt people!mel: you will get your chance soon.melody: get me and eden more threads.mel: i’M TRYING YOU UNGRATEFUL FUCKS.lincoln: in my defense, i only have three threads going on so i don’t see why you’re jealous.eden: i don’t even have one, you idiot.

the royals x mel.

mel: hal, you can’t get it your way all the time.halcyon: yes i can, and i will.mel: no, no you can’t. you have to respect everybody we rp with and their muses too.halcyon: oh mel, you are so funny.gabriel: this is why i am so happy to be reserved for only one person.halcyon: nobody asked you about that, gabriel.gabriel: so? at least i’m not stressing out mel for more threads.halcyon: but at least i give her muse for everything we do have. you get one reply and you disappear. plus i’m her favorite.gabriel: i still give her muse, at some point.mel: hal, yes you are a favorite but you need to behave.halcyon: you and your jokes, how funny.

the king brothers x mel.

mel: guys, come on. it’s been a minute since i’ve done a thread for y’all. can you please give me muse to make a starter and we’ll get things going again?thomas & ryder: *shake their heads*mel: okay, fine, then what do you want because this is a pain.thomas: i’d be down for anything with a margot robbie or phoebe tonkin. ryder: i want something interesting to do... maybe a shelley hennig too.mel: but you said you didn’t want a shelley?ryder: but now i do.mel: .... anything else?ryder: can you make me happy for once?mel: i try but you always fuck it up.ryder: make me happy.mel: ugh, fine but you need to give me muse.

the altena twins x mel.

sage: i don’t understand why you’re still mad that i’m older.jackson: because i was suppose to be the older one!sage: it would’ve been impossible for you to be older, considering you weren’t born for another 24 minutes!mel: so.... i guess you guys are going to keep fighting about this rather than give me muse for starters?sage: only when he stops being a baby about this.jackson: oh come on! just give me this!mel: jax, sage was born first. end of the story.jackson: fuck you.

ivy x mel.

ivy: i’m bored.mel: we have replies to do, if you would like to respond to them.ivy: ew, no. mel: then go do something if you don’t wanna do replies.ivy: but there’s nothing fun to do.mel: ivy, you are richer than me by the millions. you have the money to go do something or fuck anybody you want.ivy: ugh, you don’t get me.

otto x mel.

otto: mel! i made a cool new sweet! wanna taste?mel: i’m good, but would you like for me to make a starter and get you some threads going?otto: no thanks, i wanna keep baking and make this perfect.

anastasia x mel.

anastasia: i want a baby.mel: i’m not giving you a baby.anastasia: but i want it!mel: and it doesn't go with your story line so no, i am not giving you a baby.anastasia: then make a starter with me getting pregnant.mel: fine, fine. before i go on my trip, we’ll make it and put it in queue. 

zora x mel.

mel: z, you need more threads.zora: but nobody calls my attention.mel: that’s not really the point... you need more threads.zora: nah, i’m good.mel: you will get more threads when i get back.

blaze x mel.

blaze: i want threads with mafia stuff.mel: okay, but you keep asking for cute stuff too.blaze: but i want somebody to find out that i’m a double agent.mel: *sighs* ok, i’ll work on that soon.

atticus x mel.

mel: will you help me write your bio now?atticus: what for? you know basically everything.mel: not really because i know you’re hiding something.atticus: so what?mel: ....atticus: ...mel: fine, i’ll wait for you to give it up.

princeton x mel.

princeton: i want nico. mel: well we have the discord response.princeton: no, i want him.mel: .... i don’t know how to do m/m smut.princeton: then learn because i would like to get fucked.mel: ......

orabelle x mel.

mel: ora, i really think you should go to therapy to deal with what happened with drew.orabelle: no.mel: this is for you to get better and heal.orabelle: i’m fine with cooking and dancing so shut up.mel: this isn’t healthy but oh well.

athena x mel.

mel: so, will you finally give me your background so i can write your bio?athena: no.mel: ... well then.

isabel x mel.

isabel: i want threads.mel: then stop drawing and give me muse.isabel: pero i have to work for next season.mel: you can do both.isabel: *goes back to designing*

dimitri x mel.

dimitri: i miss andi. mel: we do have a thread for her in the drafts if you wanna get to it.dimitri: but i wanna fuck her.mel: well we don’t have that response still and i don’t wanna bug bryanna.dimitri: but it’s my wife i wanna fuck.mel: you need to wait and don’t pull a hal on me.dimitri: ... *mumbles* i might.

lucas x mel.

lucas: yo.mel: yo.

[respheal]

Let me share with you the adventures of a mage called Wesley Fitch and his group of friends allies companions:

This is sort of in the middle of the adventure but it’s the only one I’ve written up so far, so to fill you in: we’re all cursed and doomed to die probably within a month (or less). We’ve been journeying around various countries trying to find a way to break the curse, usually getting nothing more than a hint pointing us to the next piece of the puzzle. Recently, one hint indicated that more information about the curse--if not the cure itself--might be found in the northern country of Lod.

And so:

We were trying to catch a boat to Lod from this port town, and the only boat going to Lod was this little ship called the Pygmion on its maiden voyage. We tried to buy tickets, but the only tickets were 100 gold each and the five of us only had a total of ~130 gold (100 of that belonging to our gunslinger, Otto)

So we pulled away from the ticket booth to figure out what to do when we notice this young man sitting on his luggage with a ticket sticking out of his back pocket. After some deliberation, we sent the thief, Buddy, to go steal the ticket. He succeeded, but we still needed four more tickets.

However, someone noticed us steal the ticket and came over to us with a deal: “I'll provide the tickets, but in exchange I want you to steal a magical artifact for me, a gem with powerful curative properties: The Heart of the Desert.”

Seeing no other option, we took the deal and boarded the boat.

As we were waiting on the boat to leave, we noticed the man from earlier--from whom we had stolen the first ticket--trying to get on the boat, but he couldn't find his ticket. We felt bad about it but couldn't really do anything, but then a nice man paid for the missing ticket. (During this exchange we learned that the man was an artist who had been commissioned to restore a painting in Lod.)

Anyway, we're all on the boat now, and Wesley uses Detect Magic to identify the bearer of the magical gem. We figure out that it's that guy who just bought the artist a ticket.

We speak to a guard and learn that the trip will take two days, so we decide to run the heist on the second day and spend the first day just mulling about on the ship. Otto, who had the artist’s ticket, ends up getting access to a VIP suite while the rest of us are basically crammed into a glorified cargo hold with the hapless artist (whose name, we learn, is Atticus). Ryla, the bard, and Wes discuss certain magical situations while Mogar (the barbarian, a beast woman) lurks on the deck and winds up stopping Atticus from jumping off the boat.

The second day of the trip rolls around and we make plans for stealing the gem. Our plan is to find the gem and then have Ryla create a distraction with her lute while Buddy steals the gem. Wes gets a little closer to the man to try another Detect Magic to find the gem, but instead he learned that the man doesn’t have it on him. However, he does overhear the man’s conversation: The gem could cure the curse afflicting the group, but the man intends to bring it to Lod to cure everyone afflicted (not just us).

Suddenly we've got this dilemma: let the man keep the gem (and we're not 100% we'll be able to save our own hides if he does--we've probably only got weeks left to live) and risk getting in trouble with the man who sold us the tickets?

After some debating, Wes says, "We'll decide later, but I want to at least see this gem--maybe we can figure something out."

So the heist is on.

Ryla and Mogar stay on the passenger floor in case we need a distraction (and to reduce the number of people getting potentially caught) and Wes, Buddy, and Otto head on up to the VIP floor of the boat where there's four bedrooms. Detect Magic again: one room has three artifacts, another room has just one, none in the other two.

I figure this guy probably has more than just the ruby so we check out the room with the three artifacts.

One of the artifacts is a bracelet on the dresser. Wes checks it out and identifies it as a useful enchantment allowing one to take upon oneself another’s bad luck (In DnD meta, it allows you to take someone else’s critical fail). He pockets it because why the heck not.

The other two artifacts in the room are in the safe, so we ask the thief to have at it

 .......................He fails. Miserably. He sets off the alarm.

Thinking quickly, Wes yells at Buddy and Otto to hide. They both dive under the bed and Wes uses Disguise Self to pretend to be one of the boat guard.

At this point I should mention that Disguise Self has been a bit of a meme for this campaign. In fact, just before this Wes basically swore off ever using it again because of the disastrous situations it’s gotten us into previously (mainly the event in which he impersonated the captain of the knights to steal Buddy’s pet lizard...thing, ended up getting chased down and nearly killed by the same captain a couple days later for the impersonation and a myriad of other small crimes we had committed up to that point (we are not good people)).

But here we are, and the Disguise Self shenanigans return. Wes is now one of the guards keeping order on the boat.

Another real guard shows up at the door and Guard!Wes pretends that he had already been investigating the room. Guard!Wes directs the guard to go check out one of the other rooms, which the guard does.

In the meantime, Ryla and Mogar are still downstairs. They hear the alarm go off and, realizing that of course that's us, they try--horribly--to make a distraction, mostly by arguing over who's going to punch who--Mogar would probably accidentally kill Ryla and Ryla wouldn't do much to Mogar.

Back upstairs, while Wes is trying to figure out how the heck to get Otto and Buddy into the other room to find the gem, a woman rushes into the room freaking out about her stolen bracelet--this is her room.

"Ma'am--M--MA'AM. PLEASE. Let us do our investigation!" Wes tries to convince the woman to leave the room, even trying to suggest the impropriety of him being alone in the room with her, but the woman ends up insisting that she stay in the room while the investigation happens, so out of frustration Wes casts Sleep on her.

..Unfortunately it ends up being the strongest Sleep spell he's ever cast, so a couple people on the main deck and a random passerby in the hallway also pass out. So people are just randomly collapsing to the ground on this boat now. A patrolling guard catches the random man in the hallway as he collapses, but at this point the guard is starting to panic: there’s alarms going off, the passengers are restless and panicked, there’s a “fight” going on downstairs, and now people are randomly collapsing.

Guard!Wes convinces him to go check out the downstairs--Never fear, Guard!Wes is here to watch over things. The guard, relieved at the show of authority, runs off downstairs to break up the fight.

With the woman fast asleep, Otto and Buddy come out from under the bed and we make a new plan: Otto is going to have to get caught.

Otto runs out into the hallway at full speed. Guard!Wes sticks his head out of the door, looking as if he had just been in a scuffle, and yells, "He’s getting away!”

The guard who was in the other room we were trying to get into runs out, sees Otto, and gives chase.

Otto's got a peg leg, mind you, but by sheer force of adrenaline he books it down the hallway, just out of the guard’s reach at all times, and ends up drawing several other guards into the chase allllllllllllll over the boat.

So now you've got this yakety sax chase scene going on, and in the meantime, Buddy and Wes run into the other room and sure enough--there's another safe

Buddy's losing determination at this point--too much stuff going on and we’re not even sure if we’re doing the right thing (we definitely aren’t). Even Wes is starting to have a bit of a crisis at this point, but he pushes Buddy into opening the safe--there's sort of no turning back at this point.

Buddy tries to pick the safe lock once, fails...

Twice...fails again.

We're really panicked at this point.

But on the third try he gets it, and there's the ruby.

We hear footsteps in the hallway

Buddy dives under yet another bed and Wes pockets the ruby and then goes to the door. A guard is there, saying that they've captured Otto, but he doesn't have the stolen bracelet on him. However, he looks pretty shifty (he does), and they think he's got accomplices on the ship, so they're rounding up all the lower-class passengers to investigate and Guard!Wes needs to come help.

On the way down, Wes stuffs the stolen bracelet in a vase while the real guard isn’t looking (intending to frame someone else for it later--likely the artist).

After all the passengers are rounded up, the guards are commanded to frisk the passengers looking for the bracelet, so Wes rushes over to "frisk" Ryla and Mogar, but really to let them know that it's him in disguise

...........IN THE MEANTIME:

Back in the room where Buddy is still hiding under the bed, never having found an opportunity to escape unnoticed, two men enter the room: the owner of the ruby, and the artist. Turns out that the nice man asked the artist to join him in his room for a painting session. Very "paint me like one of your french girls" if you catch my drift.

This is going on while Buddy's under the bed and he's dying inside a bit here. During this painting session, the man decides to show the artist his prized treasure to give the artist some inspiration....

He looks in his safe......and freezes.

The gem's been stolen.

He freaks out and runs out of the room to alert the guards. The artist, saddened that the man didn't even look at his painting, leaves despondently, giving Buddy a chance to escape.

After frisking the passengers and, of course, finding nothing, Gaurd!Wes takes a moment to duck out of the commotion to undo his Disguise Self spell in the shadows of the deck. He comes back out of the shadows, back to normal, and spots a woman on the deck who hadn’t been there previously. He asks the woman how long she’s been there since he hadn’t seen her before and the woman briskly states that of course she only just got here, her shift on deck just barely started. Wes, still slightly perplexed, leaves to go meet back up with Mogar, Ryla, and Buddy. (Otto is, at this point, on the deck in a stockade, getting food thrown at him.)

At this point we’re all mostly gathered back together and mixed in with the rest of the cabin-fare passengers. We notice that the passengers seem a bit nervous and there’s muttering, but we don’t have time to worry about that because the man who originally asked us to steal the ruby finds us and demands to know if the heist succeeded.

Wes, who currently has the ruby hidden in his robes, says, “No. We weren’t able to crack the safe.”

“You’re joking,” the man replied flatly. “If you’re lying, you will regret this.”

“How about you tell us what you really plan to do with the ruby to convince us to steal it for you.”

At this point, there’s a sudden outburst. The man from whom we stole the ruby crashes into the cabin and yells that his ruby’s been stolen. This would have been extremely bad, if we didn’t get worse news immediately after. The muttering of the passengers grew to a fever pitch and we could no longer ignore it: “What’s the captain thinking? He’s going to run us right into that iceburg!”

We break away from the man and run to the ship’s bridge, but two female guards are blocking the door. We ask to see the captain, but they insist that the captain is fine and is piloting the ship without issue. Seeing no other option, we initiate combat with the guards--and quickly realize that we’ve met before: the guards are actually mermaids who tried to kill us on a previous adventure because they reaaaaaaaaaaaaally hate men (Incidentally one of the nice mermaids turned Ryla into a mermaid as well in this previous adventure--she’s fine as long as we splash water on her every once in a while).

Now even more compelled to get through to the captain, we dispatch the mermaids (non-lethally, which, like many things, is bound to come back and bite us in the butt later) and break into the bridge--unfortunately the captain is out cold, and the only guy with a chance in hell at piloting the thin is currently in the stocks--Otto.

Buddy runs down as fast as he can to the stocks, picks the lock, frees Otto, and they run back up to the bridge--but it’s too late: the ship crashes into the iceburg.

The ship starts sinking and we really have no way out of this. The bow of the ship hoists into the air as the stern sinks into the icy depths. Some of the passengers make it to life boats, but our group has no such luck and, in the end, we find ourselves dangling from the boat’s rails along with the artist and the man we stole the ruby from, Rory.

Seeing as we're pretty much screwed, we throw the man a bone a confess that we stole the ruby--sorry! And that we stole the artist's ticket--also sorry!

Mogar yells, “What is this, confession hour?!”

We fall into the water.

Fortunately, Ryla gets her first opportunity to try out her mermaid form and gathered enough floating debris from the ship to keep us afloat. We save Atticus, the artist, as well, but Rory is lost to the depths. While we’re left floating and freezing, Ryla swims to land (which fortunately isn’t far away at this point), and puts together a rescue party in time to save us.

In the end we made it to Lod, and nearly everyone who might have caused problems for us further down the road perished, so all in all we were lucky...

...Except at this point Wes checks his robes.

The ruby, the Heart of the Desert, is gone, lost in the ocean forever.

(To be continued...?)

[writingforfishes]

suspending the fact that i should be asleep right now

filler episode scene type shit

one day atty is just playing around with otto's torso during a case, gently poking and squishing him to see what happens (either getting them hot asf or they're on hiatus and doing it nonchalantly)

otto being ballsy one day and kinda like interviewing atty on what exactly it is about those things that they like so much, nitty gritty stuff idk

I'm not sure if this is even a question idk what this could be asking but these things appeared in my brain and I felt compelled to tell you. am too eeby to figure out how i wanna format this bleh have my 6am crack thoughts

-🪱💤

Otto was reclined on the bed. His body was angled on a wedge pillow wide enough to fit both him and Atticus.

His partner had their head rested against his chest. Their small hand played along his belly. Their fingers sunk into the softness of the paunch Atticus seemed to covet and find comfort in. The writer watched as Otto's stomach popped out every second or two.

Otto's hiccups had returned after they had showered and gotten ready for bed. Both of them had been satiated by the case that had shown up when they first crawled into bed. Now, after Atticus checked Otto didn't need to get rid of the residual case, the writer asked if they could not only massage but play with Otto's belly.

Otto acquiesced easily. He had never realized how much he enjoyed having his stomach played with until Atticus came into his life.

He had once felt shame about his belly. The paunch, which was a body attribute he was self-conscious of but never motivated to change, was something that brought Atty comfort. Atticus' comfort, in turn, brought him comfort. Feeling his own belly became a positive and pleasant experience, not the exasperated grab he did in the past out of embarrassed disappointment at his lack of self-control or holding up some model of what he should look like.

He continued to observe his partner as they raked their fingers through the hair trailing up and around his bellybutton and into the small divot at his sternum and back down.

His vision was disturbed momentarily every time he hiccuped. Atticus' hand would stop momentarily too, holding flat to the movement his body made before continuing its journey, warm flesh of their palm stimulating the sensitive skin of his belly.

HI'UCK!

Atticus would cuddle a little more into him when he had what they called 'doubles'. The sharp double-syllable hiccups seemed to make his body jerk all the more and he felt his partner sigh as if contented.

"Can I HUP! Can I ask you some-MP!-thing?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Sure," Atticus replied in a low soft voice.

Otto could feel the edge of their mustache brushing his ribcage as they spoke.

"If you need to cure them..." they said tilting their head back so they could see his face.

"No! No-no HI'UMP! I just wondered HIP! if I could ask you ab-MP!-about what you l--like when I hic-HUP!-hiccup!" Otto said. "I know yo--you've sort of HMP! explained it to me in the p-HNK'P!-past. What you like. What HU'UP! What things arouse yo-UP!-you," he said, and cleared his throat enticing another silent hiccup to pop his belly up against Atticus' palm. "But if you're comf-HMP!-ortable, why um...HU'UCK!...well, I mean, what is i-HIP!-it about them that...HNK!...ugh, I don't even r--really know what I'm HUCK!HUP! ask-HUCK'L!HIP!-asking. HUCK'M!HILK!HI'IP!"

Otto startled at the sudden clusters in the middle of a case of hiccups that had otherwise been calm and evenly paced. He'd felt deliberate pressure before each one.

"Are you HU'UP!-Are you doing that?" he asked as little bewildered by the possibility.

"Yeaaaah," Atticus said sheepishly. "I think I accidentally found your hiccup-button."

Experimentally they pressed into his solar plexus again around where his diaphragm might sit underneath and was rewarded with another cluster as they released the pressure: HMP!HU'UCK!HULP!HU'UH!

Otto found himself chuckling with a HIP!

"I didn't th-IP!-think that was a th-HIMP!-ing!" he remarked.

"Me neither," Atticus admitted. "I thought it was made up from kink fics!"

Out of an abundance of curiosity, they softly pushed the spot again.

"HU'UUP!HIP!HUP!HILP!HEEP! Oof! Okay. Can we n-HUP!-not do that again? HILP! Starting to kind of HULP! kind of hurt a little. HMK!" Otto requested starting to feel soreness where his abdomen had been pressed.

"Oh! Yeah. Shit, sorry!" Atticus apologized. They rubbed his belly gently over the area and focused on being less aggressive with their exploration.

"Thanks. You're for-HERP!-given. It was am-HMK-amusing the first HMP couple of time th--ough!" he admitted.

Atticus gave a nervous chuckle.

"About your question though..." they started.

"It's okay. I know it's aw-HUCK!-awkward. You don't HMP! have to talking about MK! about it if you don't want," he said.

"No, it's okay. I...I think I want to talk about it. Share it with you. Maybe...it would help me process it, too. Understand it more. Cause, you know, essentially, I think you were asking why? Like, why am I aroused or what about the whole thing arouses me?" they said.

Otto took a moment to process that and nodded. Then, realizing Atticus was still facing his stomach and not him he spoke.

"Yeah, I gue-HEH! I guess so," he replied.

"Yeah. Sure. Okay. So...so, you already know what things arouse me. Like...like the movements is one, right?" Atty paused not expecting an answer to the rhetorical question.

They moved their hand up and down Otto's abdomen as it jerked again. Their fingers paused at his sternum.

"You know, it kind of starts here. When you hiccup...when you hiccup it starts here, and it dips inward 'cause those intercostal muscles at your ribs and back are trying to breath in really quick. So, this, yeah, like that," Atty said as his chest dipped inward subtly with another hiccup. "This happens and it sort of chain-reacts to go all the way down here."

Atticus' hand landed at his bellybutton and a little below. They let another hiccup happen and felt and watched their hand jump in response.

"It's like a wave, Otto. Sort of...like a buoy on the water. Your chest bobs down in the middle and it pops up at your belly. See?" Atticus said as another hiccup demonstrated.

"Yeah," Otto said bemused. It was accurate. He'd never realized the motion his body made was less of a whole-body jerk and more of a chain-reaction. "But it's qui-HIP! quicker!"

"Yeah! Exactly. It's like a pop! Like a snap or something. Unexpected. And even if you know you have the hiccups, every one of them is like that. It's a...it's a shock. Like a little surprise each time. But-but it's more than that. The movement is one thing, right? And really it starts in your neck. And, gawd, Otto your neck is amazing, you know that? Like, a lot of the times when people hiccup it's only right above their clavicle in that little hollow where those bones meet? But yours, man, yours is just your whole bottom of your neck. It just punches in and it's no wonder your neck and throat hurts like it does when they go on for a while 'cause you do that thing where your head jerks back and your chin tucks in. I know that's weird to find attractive, but damn," Atticus said as they squirmed a little.

Otto couldn't help but notice Atticus pointedly not looking at him while they spoke. Even while they mentioned his neck they stayed with their face pressed against the side of his chest.

Otto found himself rubbing Atticus' back in kind as they spoke. At the pause he gave a moment of thought and was hyperaware when the next hiccup hit, and his head was pushed firmly into the pillow behind it.

"I don't thi-HIGGUP!-think it's weird necessarily," he said. He let another silent hiccup charge through his body as he felt the movements of his body more acutely with Atticus' description of them. "Hm. It's not common. HUP! But I don't think rarity equ--equals weirdness."

"Maybe," Atticus relented cautiously, but they continued. "But it's not just the movements. It's the sounds, too. But-but not just that. It's the...it's the fact that you can't help it? Like, whenever anyone has them, they can't help it. It's...it's sort of hot to see that low-key frustration. They have no control. So, they struggle just a little. It's not-I guess it's a little sadistic. In a way. But when they have them, you just see them so vulnerable? It's sort of like you can get a peek into who a person is when they hiccup, y'know? Who are they when they're thrown off their game? When they don't have control over their bodies because of what they think is a childish condition. Or-or when they're trying to talk, and they get interrupted.

"And there's something arousing about watching a person try to...I dunno...go on with their day with their body defying them over and over again. Again, it's vulnerability. And the worst their hiccups get the more vulnerable they become. But it's not something that is bad, generally. It's something that is an annoyance unless it's, like, medically bad. I don't like that," Atticus said as they fought to contain their scattered thoughts.

"I never HU'UP! never thought about it that w-UP!-way," Otto admitted. "If it's sadi--sadistic it's probably the mo-HMP!-most gentle sort of sa-HUU'UP!-uh, sadistic you can be."

Atticus chuckled.

"I guess," they said. "That little grunt, also? After that harder hiccup that you just did? I like that, too."

"Huh," Otto said, thinking. "I do that somti-HIMK!-times, don't I?"

"Yeah, after harder ones. I don't even think you notice is mostly. Um. Yeah, the sounds though. I could honestly just get off on the sounds," they said.

"What's your favor-HRMP!-vorite sound?" he asked.

"Ooh, that's a hard one," Atty admitted. They focused on capturing a couple more of Otto's hiccups with their hand before they answered, pushing their fingers along the curled hair on the soft surface of his belly. They could tell his hiccups were nearing an end. It was good, though, as they had gone on for a while.

"I like when people try to muffle them. That sound of them thumping in the back of their throat or in their nose. Or sometimes I like when they're silent if I can see the movements. Like, sharp, or those double hiccups you do sometimes. I don't know why that happens, actually. Maybe air slips through that glottal flap right before it closes so you get, like, two hiccups? I dunno.

"When they get a little squeaky, so you know it's a pretty powerful case. And when they go really fast, hardly leaving enough time to breathe or speak. I feel guilty about that. Because I know it's not pleasant. And I used to hate really fast hiccups. But now? They get me going more than most," Atticus said softly. "Is that bad? That I like them when they get violent like that?"

"Nah," Otto said after a beat. He felt his head push into the pillow behind him again with another hiccup. "You always check in with me. hip! And you know I get them pretty fast. Ba-ad, I guess. mk! And if it bothered me, you know I'd tell you. HUP! mm."

Otto continued to give encouraging rubs to their shoulders and into their hair as he scratched lightly at their scalp to their hums of contentment.

"It's kind of poetic," he continued.

"Hm?" Atticus said fading i\nto the sensations of his fingers in the buzzed hair on the sides of their head.

"The way you see mp! hiccups. Or maybe just hiccups in general. huh!" he explained. "I mean, if you think about it hiccups are kind of a poem i--in and of themselves. HUCK!"

He laughed at the unexpectedness of the louder hiccup when the case had gotten so soft. But he continued.

"Each hiccup is like a line or a stanza. hup! Each one a surprise. A note of vuln--erability. Expression of...um...sorta...truth in a way? Something genuine. mk! But also, something inherently human. Just a-uh-a fact of life. Relatable. Kinda?" he said.

"Wow..." Atticus said after a pause. "That's good, actually."

"Hey, what can I sa--say? You're rubbing off on me," he said.

"I do, do that, don't I?" Atty said mirthfully.

Otto guffawed with a sudden HUCKAH!

"Oh! Jeez!" he said, patting his chest. "HUCK!"

"Laughing yourself into more stanzas, huh?" Atticus snarked.

"Ugh, I think I-HUCK'L!-I'm in iambic penta-UCK!-pentameter!" Otto said, chuckling.

"Oof! Gone Chaucer on me! Can't help ya there, bud! English poetry is not my thing!" Atticus exclaimed.

"Heh," Otto said weakly. "It's okay. huck! I think they're calming back hnk! back down."

"Poor guy," they muttered as they gave Otto's stomach a soothing caress. "Diaphragm tried to force structured poetry on him."

"Shh! Stop sto-hup!-stop! I'm trying not to laugh again. hngk!" he said. The last hiccup hit the back of his throat in a near snort. He sighed and swallowed. He felt Atticus squirm a little and push their hand into his stomach in a deeper massage. He sighed again.

"Did any of that make sense?" they asked. "I don't think I've ever said it all out loud before. I feel like I sounded a little manic, honestly."

"No, it did. It does. mk!" he said. "I think you're right. Hiccups make people feel vulnerable. hm! And...vulnerability is a big part of relationships, honestly. If you think about it. It takes a lot of trust to be yourself around someone. And to let someone see you when you can't control what's happening to your body? And you're maybe embarrassed? I mean, aside from the arousal thing, even just that is a kind of a big deal.

"And, listen, I'm lying here on my back and letting you touch one of the most vulnerable parts of my body. That's kind of a big deal, right? If you think about it. And-and loss of control being hot isn't anything new. Shit, why do you think I find people struggling with or succumbing to arousal so attractive? And there's definitely, I mean I think there's an embarrassment factor to that, too. Even if I don't experience the same thing you do when someone hiccups, I can understand it. And even if I didn't understand it, I could respect it. It's just, y'know, we all have our things," he said.

Otto waited a bit, but Atticus' deep breathing was the only response.

"I accept your hiccup fetish and..." he sighed, "...you accept that I am apparently so boring that I can lull you to sleep with the sound of my voice."

Still no response. A curious sensation tickled his chest, and he released a long-suffering sigh to it.

"...And I also accept that you are drooling on my chest. Because I love you. And I'm very patient." A beat. "And I'm talking to myself. Goodnight, my little freak."

Atticus gave a small snort in a huffy snore and Otto turned off the bedside lamp.

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(context:

*sees silly pictures of a lil bird on my dash*

braincell one: aw

braincell two: that face radiates otto energy

braincell one: wut)

atty doesn't seem the type to willingly go into nature (and, like, same) but like. silly birds. literary inspiration. etc

ottocus birdwatching just feels right for some reason. whether this is the most random concept or another accidental prediction. thought i should let u know. like as the seasons are changing and migration patterns are patterning, atty takes notice & after using birds n leaves n shi as a muse they drag their husband out to look at how pretty the scenery is. obligatory otto hiccuping n scaring the birds away lol

-🪱

Ask circa September 16.

Little ficlet (aka "hiclet")

A month after Atticus moved in, they were watching a bird nature film and got a sudden burst of inspiration.

"Hey, are there any good places for birdwatching around here that you know of?" they asked loudly to catch the ear of their partner who was hunched over a watch, eye loupe pulled down over one lens of his reading glasses.

"Uh..." Otto uttered, head poking up with a faraway look on his face while thinking. "I think there's a look out on a hiking trail that's fairly close by. Why?"

"You wanna go hiking? I want to see some birds," Atticus said matter-of-factly.

Otto considered it and shrugged, "Sure! I can dig out my grandma's picnic basket. Maybe we can have lunch there, too?"

"Cool," Atticus said. "Also...which grandma?"

"Oh, dad's side," Otto said with a meaningful nod.

"Yeah, that makes sense," Atticus said.

The maternal side of Otto's family were uptight prudes who wouldn't be caught dead on a patch of grass that wasn't imported and trimmed on a golf course.

Otto's dad's family, on the other hand, was from "the old country". Germany. At least part of them. That's where the whole clock thing came from. That was an abbreviated version of what Otto had told Atticus, at least.

The next day Otto, Atticus, a picnic basket full of vintage cutlery and food, and a backpack full of whatever Atty thought one would need on a hike made their way up the winding trail to the look out that promised a view of birds.

Atticus had hiked a few times. They enjoyed it for the most part. Despite their natural inclination to be inside and sedentary while writing, they did have a soft spot for brief jaunts in nature.

Otto had been a pretty physical person his entire life. It was only in the last few years that he'd settled down with his sobriety and settling into his profession of clock repair more.

But neither one of them were quite prepared for the "hard" rated trail that wound up and through the wooded mountain side over tree roots and rocks.

"Why...is this...so hard?!" Atticus exclaimed as they shifted the backpack of water, bug spray, first aid equipment, and medicines on their back. They panted a little as they stretched their legs to hoist over yet another upwards path of tree branches cut around to serve as natural stairsteps.

"I dunno," Otto said with a sniff. He realized now that he should've taken allergy medication before they started. He'd been sniffing for the last few miles, and he could feel the itchiness in his throat and eyes. He rubbed his nose aggressively with the back of his wrist.

"Do you want me to take the backpack for a little bit?" he asked.

"No!" Atticus said stubbornly. "I got this. I'm good. Just a little further. Point five miles. That's what the last little...little wooden sign said...right?"

"Yeah..." Otto said and then coughed a little. "Hey...what meds did you bring again?"

"Pretty much everything in the cabinet, why?"

"Did you get the...the Allegra and Flonase?" he asked, hopefully.

"Oh yeah. Totally did. Cause I'm awesome! The outside starting to try and murder you?" Atticus asked.

"Vehemently," he said and paused to grab a tree as he let loose three powerful sneezes into the crook of his arm.

Atticus watched as they wiped a sheen of oily sweat from their forehead.

"These birds better be the best birds ever," they lamented watching their boyfriend pull out a handkerchief and clear his sinuses into it before tucking it into his pants.

Otto laughed lightly, exhaustedly, in their direction.

If the birds weren't worth it, the clearing certainly was. It was more a field with picnic tables with the edge overlooking the mountain's edge than a traditional look out with a single location to stand and hope to see birds from.

Huffing and puffing the couple put their supplies down on one of the tables and sat heavily next to each other for a moment.

Atticus wordlessly slid the bottle of Allegra and spray bottle of Flonase over to Otto with the reusable water bottle they'd kept in the backpack. Otto took them gratefully.

When the clock maker started to spray the Flonase though Atticus grabbed his arm and pointed to a particularly pretty bird that had landed on the wooden rail beside them.

"Ooh look! It's a-a-a bird!" Atticus finished a little lamely. They suddenly realized that despite having watched an entire documentary about birds they had no idea how to identify the birds they were seeking out.

Otto sniffed the Flonase a little too powerfully and some ended up in his throat as he turned to look, suppressing coughs from the bitter fluid hitting the back of his throat.

His gift for the effort of looking was a...well it was a bird. And for all of the random facts, trivia, and history Otto had stashed in his noggin over the years he suddenly realized that, aside from a few clock specific birds (namely the Cuckoo), he possessed very little knowledge on taxonomy and identification of birds.

"Oh *koff* yeah it's *kuf kuf* pretty..." Otto said emitting more soft coughs as Atticus rubbed his back until, "HUP!-HUCK! Oh! HU'UCK!-HMK! Uh!"

The bird, which had been lingering for them to ogle a little while, flustered and took off at the sudden sounds.

Atticus would've been more flustered themselves if they hadn't already been treated by Otto's hiccups that morning. But they still felt the buzz of excitement at the loud interruptions and feelings of his body jolting next to them.

"Well, so much for the birds," Atticus teased as they widened their eyes at Otto pointedly.

Otto had his hand over his mouth in response, his body jumping with the barely muffled spasms, the bottom of his throat pulling in sharply as the hiccups kept volleying through him.

"I'm MMK'M! so-HMP!-sorry! I didn't HM'MMP!-didn't know I HMP!MK! waUHs gonna get HIMP! get them again to--today!" he said.

Atticus laughed giving him another rub to his back at his endearing apology.

"It's okay!" they assured him. "I'd rather have you and your diaphragm's loud opinions than birds any day!"

Otto gave his partner a soft smile, still muffling the hiccups as his body jerked dramatically every second or two. Hopefully they wouldn't last too long. However, he had started to be much more patient with them after learning of Atticus' reaction.

In the past, Otto felt anywhere from mildly annoyed with his hiccups to begrudging patience to apathy depending on the situation and how bad the case was. This new emotion, excitement and warmth, was something he'd never felt for the occasionally inconvenient bodily function he was prone to having. It was oddly comforting, in some ways, to know someone was not only patient with them but also appreciative of them.

Being this was before either of them had discovered a way to cure Otto's hiccups effectively, they both resolved to wait them out as Atticus started to unpack the basket.

"Shit, this thing is heavy! What...are these actual plates?" Atticus exclaimed as they slid the basket over from where Otto had put it.

They weren't able to keep their eyes off of Otto for long. They could see the side of his abdomen from beside them and feel the spasms if they leaned in a bit. The shirt he'd unbuttoned lower as they'd both continued to exert more energy in climbing showed his chest's movements in addition to the reflexive pooch that pushed out his stomach and expanded his ribs.

"Yeah the--they're part of HMP!HMK! the-HUP! the set!" he said and patted his chest a couple of times. "Ugh. HU'UCK! It was--It was very he-HIP!-heavy. Not exactly HM'MP! meant for h--hiking I don't think. HULMP'K!"

That last hiccup caught his throat, and he set off a chain of coughing and hiccuping, one right after the other, until he downed some water from his bottle to quell the coughing at least.

Atticus watched him in sympathy, hand becoming a constant present on his shoulder or back as the hiccups continued to jolt his body roughly even after the coughing fit.

"Those things are kinda owning your ass right now. You okay?" Atticus asked.

Otto nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, they HUCK! they'll go awa--y eventually. H'MUCK!-uh," he said rubbing his chest again. "You--you okay? HOCK! You're not HNK! not over sti-HUCK'NK! stimulated are UCK! are you?"

Atticus chuckled shyly ducking their head as they pushed their mustache up a little from their top lip in both preparation to eat as well as from nervousness.

"No, I--"

"CAAAW!"

"The fuck?!" Atticus exclaimed, that noise definitely not having come from Otto.

Otto startled as well and looked to the side of the table to see a large, black-feathered bird. In the sun the bird's inky black body sheened with purples, greens, and blues.

"HU'OCK!" Otto let slip in his shock.

"CAAAAAW!" said the bird.

Atticus and Otto exchanged wide-eyed looks to each other and back to the bird who was slowly stepping close, head bobbing with each step of its feet.

"What is HUUUCK! happening?" Otto asked, nervousness strengthening his hiccups a little.

"CAAAAW!!" the crow answered excitedly, its head turned a little to inspect the area and the source of the sound.

"I think you're communicating with it?" Atty hazarded a guess which seemed to be confirmed with the next double-hiccup from Otto followed by two caws from the crow.

The picnic became all the more amusing when Atty decided to throw the bird a little ham from one of the sandwiches. The crow gladly took it and within five minutes two more crows had arrived. All three of them chorused Otto when he hiccuped loudly.

The couple couldn't help but laugh. The distraction of the crows' antics was enough to keep Atticus' arousal from overwhelming them and also to ease Otto from feeling like he had to suppress his hiccups in order to not frighten away birds.

Much more ham was dispersed to the growing murder, a thought which still seemed wholly ridiculous despite it being an accurate word to define a collection of crows.

Atticus noticed and questioned why Otto had only eaten the inside of his sandwich, discarding the bread back into the basket.

"Bread makes the-NRK! them worse. They're already HUP!-uh, already kind of hu--URting a little! HOCK! HUCK!" he said.

His crow chorus echoed the hiccups discordantly. He chuckled.

"That is wi--ild!" he said, grinning around his bite of food.

Atticus looked out into the field which was now littered with the black birds.

"What're you gonna do with your new army?" Atticus asked with a grin as they popped a grape in their mouth.

"Well crows are pre-H'ULP! pretty good with tools. HMK! I think I cou--could teach them HMLK! how to wind cl-HUP'K! clocks!" he said.

"Well...I guess that would save you...time," Atticus said with a waggle of their eyebrows.

"Mmm. I see hmp!hmk! I see what you di-hip! did there!" Otto said waggling his finger at them.

"They finally calming down, now?" Atty asked, gesturing toward Otto.

"I thingk! so," he said. He splayed his hand chest and rode out another silent hiccup, chin tucking and shoulders jolting back. He sighed. "Didn't know Flo--Flonase could be s-hup! so dangerous."

"Never use while distracted, apparently," Atticus said.

Otto laughed silently with a shake of is head.

"Appare-hip!-ntly! Sorry about the hup! the other bird," Otto said.

"Are you kidding? This is so much better," Atticus said, grinning. "You, um, you want me to give you a chest and belly massage when we get home?"

The habit was still new, but Otto had warmed up to the physical touch and when they brought it up he smiled.

"Yeah that'd ngk---uh! That'd be nice, actual--ly!" he said.

Atty kissed him on the temple.

"Love you, Crow Mother," Atticus cooed.

This caused Otto and laugh out loud causing a "HUCK'A!" to echo out and a refrain of caws from his admirers.

"I'm glad you're here," he said, kissing Atticus' head in return as another hiccup shook him into their body.

"Me too," they replied and fed him a grape which he took with a smile as they leaned into his chest.

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pokes the air in your general direction

atty was presumably out & socially transitioned before meeting mark, otto, etc; had they medically transitioned much by then though or

i may have already asked this but i only remember like...ottocus had been together maybe 5 years or something prior to like the current stories' setting or whtvr and at some point in the first like four present-day fics atty's top surgery is mentioned

like did they start the medical aspects around the same age you did or were they already around that point when they met the others

this is vvvvv important because i want to sketch some ottocus wedding fanart but my brain is like "did either of them even look the same at that time though" 😭😭 i suppose neither of them would be greyed or anything

definitely overthinking this but i wanna make it lore accurate bleh

worm regards (💀), @worm-writes-hicfics

Hee!

So, in service of my own ideal for what I would've liked, Atticus started to transition before I did. In my mind, they had already had top surgery and had started T when they moved to wherever Otto and Mark are located.

By the time of their wedding, Atticus had their mustache and their top surgery. They looked very much how you've depicted them before.

Atticus is my ideal form. They are what I would have loved to have been and who I would love to be. So, Otto met them as themself fully.

The only places Atticus and I diverge is in ways I would have wanted to be. I try not to regret much in my life, but to have gotten to the point of my identity sooner would have been lovely. And to be able to sustain myself on my writing would be perfect.

But for the latter part to have worked I'd have to change the entire structure of our socio-economic system. Instead, I gave Atticus a world where they could be successful and financially stable while writing. Fantasy, indeed.

(Though for character development, and mild sadistic reasons, I did give Atticus a retail background as well. Hey, we can't have it all, kid!)