#otto and atticus ask

[writingforfishes]

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Okay! But now I gotta know who you think is which.

[femmehysteria]

Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

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

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

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)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

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

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

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

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)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

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.

[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

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Carter Baizen Masterlist

“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!

[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]

Otto and Atticus: Tickled Hingk!

This is your fault. People have been talking about tickle hiccups on here and I couldn't resist.

CW:

Loud hiccups

Fast hiccups

Hiccups from tickling

Guilt from causing hiccups

Very small mention of nausea-related things

Strong sharp hiccups

Mild pain with hiccups

Teasing

Consent/safewords

Respecting bodily autonomy

Mention of arousal and orgasms without description

Grossly cute stuff

It all started innocently enough.

Atticus and Otto were cuddling on the couch, as was frequent on their do-nothing days.

Otto had been having small cases all day. They were light and their durations were short. Teasers really. No comment was made except for sly exchanges of looks and casual rubs to his belly and him bringing Atticus a bit closer wherever they were.

On the couch, Atticus brushed their fingers underneath his shirt trailing the tips of them along his ribs and he jerked.

The writer pulled back thinking perhaps they'd inadvertently hurt him.

"Ooh, hoo hoo!" Otto verbalized with a wiggle at the sensation.

"You okay?" Atty asked in concern.

"Yeah, yeah. You just...got me...in my tickle spot," Otto said. He said the words in a quick mumble as he cleared his throat and put his attention to the screen again, watching the baking show he loved, and Atticus tolerated.

Atticus paused and frowned, then realization hit their eyes as they grinned.

"Your...what?" they teased as they narrowed their eyes.

Otto pursed his lips and gave them a wide-eyed look then shook his head.

"N-nothing. I...nothing. It's...ah-haHA!" he had started to say until he felt Atticus' hands creep up his side again and tap across the spot just under his armpit and he felt himself laugh as Atticus teased him.

Atty's eyes opened in shocked joy.

"You. Ass. Do you remember when you started tickling me that one time and you were all like, 'Oh no. I'm Otto! I'm not ticklish! Ha! You can't tickle me!' and I relented because I believed you!?" Atticus exclaimed.

They'd tickled him once as an experiment and now waited for his rebuff.

Otto felt his body twitching at the sensation of Atticus' fingers, even though they were stilled. Play it cool, he told himself. He took a breath.

"I...may recall that," he said democratically. "But...I also may recall how you kicked me in the balls when I tickled you, so..."

Otto frowned. That fact may not end up playing in his favor. It was too late to reconsider now, though.

"I told you when you started that tickle fight that I kick when I'm tickled! Not my fault your scrotum got in the way of my very effective defense mechanism!" they argued.

"But...but...buuut..." Otto scrambled. This wasn't going well. "Uh...we're so comfortable. There's really no need..."

"I deserve this, Otto," Atty said.

"Yeah, but..." Otto floundered.

"I'm owed this opportunity of retribution," Atticus challenged.

"Okay okay-hay-hayyyy!" Otto squirmed as Atticus' fingers squirmed. "Ju-huust one...one thing."

"I'm listening," Atticus said.

"If I say, 'rutabaga' you stop?" Otto offered.

"You're safeword-ing a tickle-fight?" Atticus asked incredulously.

"I am and, to be fair, this is more like a tickle massacre so..." Otto said watching them owlishly.

Atty gave a couple of moments to realize Otto's request wasn't completely silly. In Atticus' desire for revenge, they might have temporarily lost sight of providing their partner with full bodily autonomy. They nodded.

"Okay," they agreed. And then they assaulted that tickling place with all of their might.

Otto's shrieks of laughter and expression was enough to make Atticus laugh as well as he squirmed and gasped but, dutifully, stayed put to serve his penance.

And, sure, the punishment might not have exactly equaled the crime. Atticus had in fact kicked Otto, though blindly, very effectively in the crotch and had felt extremely bad after the fact despite their ribs and chest being sore for ages after from his delighted onslaught of their ticklish body.

Otto's laughter had become wheezes as he curled in on himself. Tears ran down his face as he squealed and squeaked. Still, the man hadn't relented to even attempt to speak the word.

He gasped, "Hahaaa," and gasped, "Heheheheee," and gasped, "AaahheeheeHUCK'L!haah-HNGK!HINGK!ULK!-huh! HIC! You sto-HIP'K! I did-NGK! ev--even sa-HLNGK! HUP'K! Sh--it! HMK'L!ULK! Hiccups!"

Compared to the other couple of hiccup cases he'd had earlier, these were off the Richter scale. He hadn't even noticed at first because of the laughter. In the past tickling had made him feel queasy after a while. But he certainly hadn't gotten there yet.

As he struggled to catch his breath from laughing, he finally opened his eyes to Atty's face. Their eyes were wide, and a hand covered their mouth in shock.

"Dude...I'm so sorry. I didn't even think of that! That wasn't what I meant to do, I promise!" Atticus said as they shook their head.

"No HUNK'LP! it's HICK'P! okay. HIP'K!NK!HINGK!-Ugh, Gim--me a HNK-uh! sec--second!" he said as he held his hands out and pulled up into a better position so he could catch his breath.

It was exceedingly difficult to catch his breath with the hiccups, but he was able to calm down a little from the rush of being tickled while he sat with his hand around chest as loud, sharp hiccups erupted from him. Attics put a hand on his shoulder, and he smiled amid the attack.

"I'm fi-HIMP!-fine," he said and put his hand against his mouth as another cluster hit him and he sighed after. "Nev-HILMPK!-er got th-HIMPK! from MMK'M! being HMPK! tickled before. HAUK!...HUKKLE!...HEELMP! Jeez! MMMK!-uh!"

Atticus put a soft hand on his belly, rubbing it as they felt it pop hard through his shirt.

"Damn. You need to cure these? They seem really intense. I swear this wasn't part of the plan. I was just getting back at you for tickling me..." Atty said as guilt built up at how strong the spasms were and their role in creating them.

"I kn-HULMPK!-ow you d--idn't H'KUMP!HLMP!MK!-scuseme!" he said, having to say the pardon quickly so he wasn't interrupted with another hiccup. "But they-HUMPKA! here n--ow." He winced at another croaking stifled cluster. "We co-HUP'K! enj--joy them?"

"...really?" Atticus asked.

Otto nodded enthusiastically.

"They've be-IPK! teasing all HUPK! d--day. Might as ULMPK! well HUMPK! enj--oy them. They're HUP! strong an-NGK! fast MMK! the w--ay you HUCK!UCK! like!" Otto said as he put a hand over his partner's which still rested on his belly.

"Yeah...really fucking strong," Atticus confirmed in a bit of a daze before blinking themselves to the present despite the movement and squirming their body had already commenced at the stimulus. "Are you okay, though? Really? Do they hurt?"

"A li-HICK!-ttle," he admitted. Even though his stomach was popping a lot, these hiccups seemed chestier, causing the muscles around his sternum to be sore with every spasm. The laughter was a culprit as well, though. "Bu-HUP!, somet-MK! the best cu-HRMP!RMP!-ure is MMK! distra--ction. HULMPK! and--and an HOCK! orgasm!"

Atticus let out a guffaw and shook their head.

"I do not think I'll have any trouble with that," they stated primly.

Otto chuckled between the spasms. Then the hiccups started picking up again. They were nearly as fast as the ones he got when he held his breath. But they were hard and sharp. They made his head snap back into the cushions of the couch and caused him to moan and grunt. Though some of that could've been the arousal he felt.

As they pleasured themselves, and each other, the hiccups became strangled, gulpy, wet, like slaps from the inside of Otto's chest. Then they turned to doubles. Repetitive sounds Atticus rode on his stomach and felt on the sides of his chest.

When they were done, they both laid like rag dolls on top of each other on a couch which had seen its fair share of the couple's antics and was fortunately made sturdy enough to support them.

Otto still had the hiccups, but the time between each one had slowed down immensely. He could tell they were nearing an end, though they were still quite strong.

"HUH'NNNGK!-uh," his body forced out. Then he was allowed a couple of breaths before a surprising, "HUH'IIINGK!" barreled through.

It was like this for a while, at least a few minutes, as Atticus slid their hand in slow steady massaging paths along his chest and tummy.

"They're still so strong," Atticus said softly, their breath against his chest.

"Yeah," Otto agreed with another breath. "HIILNGK-uh. But they're a lot slower. Maybe not my fav-HM'MK!-favorite way to get them, but not the worst. HU'UUUCK!, ooh! Scuse me! Shit."

Atticus giggled a little at the loudness of the last hiccup.

"So, you never got them from laughing before this?" they asked curiously.

"Nuh-uh," he muttered. Then he shrugged. "When I was HU'MMK! was a kid, maybe. Laughing always ma-HU'UP! makes them worse! But tickling usually makes me nauseated hmmk'mmmk!-mmm, not hiccup," he said. He let out a small belch at the air that last one had rustled up from his stomach.

"...you know, you could've told me the reason you didn't want me to tickle you was that it made you want to throw up, right?" Atticus said putting a stern eye on their partner.

Otto whined a little.

"Well yeah, but...that was why I wanted a sa-mp!-safe word! And you look so cute when you're devious," he said with a grin.

"Ugh!" Atticus exclaimed and rotated onto their back making Otto grunt as they rearranged themselves on top of him. "No more tickling, then."

"None...at all?" Otto said with a pout.

Atticus gave him a confused look then sighed.

"Not without consent and boundaries," they decided.

Otto smiled.

"And maybe an orgasm or two," he added sheepishly.

"Conditionally on the state of one party's diaphragm," Atticus amended.

Otto nodded.

"Conditional orgasms, got it. Consent, boundaries, orgasms conditional of hiccups," he summarized. "Should I be writing this down or...haaaa!"

"Sorry, you were talking too much in the middle of my post orgasm nap," Atticus said retracting their fingers from the spot they now knew contained all of Otto's ticklishness.

"You'll have to file an addendum for tha---mmpf," Otto started to say until Atty's hand covered his mouth to smother anymore speaking.

"Shhhh," they said.

Atticus giggled at Otto licking their hand, but they didn't move it.

And they both continued to be gross and cute forever and ever.

[writingforfishes]

Christmas Star

This image leapt in my head so now you have to have it.

CW:

Hard hiccups.

Sharp hiccups.

Fast hiccups.

Arousal.

Mutual masturbation.

A mention of a belch.

Mention of belly sloshing.

Innocent Nutcrackers have to life with this memory forever.

Acrobatics two people in their 40's probably shouldn't be doing (not sexual)

Dorks making dorky jokes.

Unwrapping "Christmas gifts" early.

Mention of genitalia.

Atty gets a wee bit feral in this one.

Just normal nsfw antics while decorating...

"Atta-HUCK! At-HIMPK! Atty!" Otto called with difficulty through hiccups which most certainly had been caused by the hot spiced apple cider they were both imbibing in while putting up Christmas decorations.

Otto held a gold foil star in his hand. Usually, he was able to reach the top of the tree on his toes, the tree being around 6' tall and the girth of the limbs making it a greater feat for Otto to reach the top. But he was having much more difficulty given his current body's actions.

The star was from Atticus' collection of ornaments from their mom. It wasn't much to look at, Atty said, and it required a piece of scotch tape to hold it together. But when it was settled on the top of the tree for the first time Otto was immediately in love with the quaint lack of electrical light and the way the foil caught and reflected all of the lights around it.

Atticus stood up from behind the couch. They had been gathering the empty boxes to store in the attic until they were needed to put the decorations away again.

"What's up?" they asked.

They took in the vision of their husband. He wore a Christmas sweater they'd bought him last year. But even through the garish design on the front (with flashing lights) they could see his stomach twitch at the sides with the sharp hiccups. It was especially visible when he was stretching up to try and reach the top of the fully decorated artificial Douglas fir.

The sweater rode up as his arms raised and they could see his stomach jerk in two times with suppressed hiccups before he groaned and shook his head.

"Can you hlk'KMP!-uh. Can you help m--me with huckMP! with this?" Otto asked with a huff of breath before rubbing his stomach with a sigh interspersed by more hiccups seeming to become sharper and more determined than ever to knock his balance by way of the back of his throat and jerk his arms as he held them above his head. "Ugh-HICK'LMP! HILP!"

Atticus, all 5 feet of the writer, came to stand beside their husband and look up at the tree before turning their head back to Otto incredulously.

"What, exactly, do you think I can do in this instance?" Atty said as they eyed the star hanging limply in Otto's hand.

"I was thinking HICKULMP! that you co-HYULMPK!-ugh, could get hipUCK! o--on my MLK! shoulders? HuckUCK! HUCK! Scuse me. I think ev-HU'UNK!-even if I'm sh--shaking MPK! you'll be ta--all enough to HU'NGK! to reach the to-UULK!-uh, the top!" he said.

Atticus looked at him as they would look at a someone who had just calmly explained the world was made of pudding and people were all intricately created cookies.

But Atticus also looked at him like they were dying of thirst because his hiccups were doing them in, and they felt like it wouldn't take much to push them over the edge into a full uncontrollable masturbation session on top of his un-sweatered soft abdomen.

"Yeah, no, that's not happening, bud," they decided to reply as their nethers gave a heated twitch.

"I won't hiULK! dro--drop you. HLMPK! I promise!" he said.

"I'm less afraid of you dropping me than me throwing your back out. Plus...your diaphragm is doing...lots of very aggressive motions right now and..." Atticus stuttered to hold it together with a shivering breath.

"The fa-UCKL! faster hu'ULK! I ge-HIPPA hipMK!-uuh, get this st-herERK! star up the so-HU'UPK!-ooner we can mm-MMK'MM! hu'UMP! 'relax'," he said with a meaningful look at his spouse.

Atticus pursed their lips together and let out a long breath from their nostrils as they closed their eyes in frustration before snatching the star from Otto's hands with more aggression than they'd meant.

"Okay, let's get this fucking star up, then. Get on your knees!" they said, voice cracking a little.

Otto giggled, which encouraged a higher pitch to his hiccups as they interrupted the sounds of amusement with snaps of pinched off air.

"Shit, dude," Atticus muttered in a pained way with how arousing those hiccups had been as Otto bent down low enough so that they could, very clumsily, mount his shoulders.

To be fair, Otto hadn't hoisted anyone on his shoulder since he was a young adult. The hiccups didn't necessarily make it more difficult, but it did make the rising a bit jumpier. Atticus yelped in surprise as he swayed a little, but to his credit the Pilates he did gave him enough core strength and leg stamina to support their weight.

"You hiCULK-ah! You g-hiCUMP! good?" he asked. He felt his head jolt backwards into Atticus' body.

"Hooomygod!" Atticus exclaimed, their body crouching at the sudden movement so close to the most sensitive part of their arousal. They found themselves grabbing Otto's forehead in a sudden reflexive reaction from the stimulation.

"Whoa!" Otto exclaimed as he had to rebalance himself to Atticus' body weight shift. "Did hiULMP! did I hu-hurMP!-hurt you?"

"Not-ooh! Not-mm! Shhhhh...not exactly," Atty said, reacting to every jolting hiccup. Their thighs trembled as they felt Otto's arms hold onto their legs a little more deliberately.

"Let's just get this fuh-ucking star up!" Atty continued as they forced themselves to straighten with trembling hands.

Otto was caught between amusement, concern, and finding his own horniness activated by the heat of Atticus' crotch against his neck and their subtle grinding movements.

With more focus and physical intention than it should've taken Atticus did finally slide the hobbled star onto the highest limb without taking the whole tree down.

As Otto bent back down, ignoring the loud cracking his knees made, Atticus slid off only to swing toward the front of their husband and push him further on the ground, giving him enough time to settle himself without forcing him with the non-verbal communication as Atticus panted at the urgency their arousal was at.

"U-herURK! huULK! huMP!-under the tr-hiILMP! tree? huUUULK! Oh god!" he exclaimed as the hiccups quickened.

Atticus wordlessly yanked a pillow from the couch and put it under his head as they pushed up the still flashing Christmas sweater and put their hands on his shaking belly while straddling him.

"Can't wait," they grunted.

Otto rarely saw Atticus this feral. Usually, the writer had some crumb of humility that kept them measured in the act of satiating their arousal. But seeing the hunger, the uncontrollable need, this was rare.

His hiccups only got harder, faster, and sharper. He panted between the precious gaps in spasming. He felt Atticus' naked crotch on his belly.

He felt the writer's frantic spasms in their genitals. He felt the heat and moisture. He smelled his partner. And, as he grabbed his own member, he buzzed and warmed in a way alcohol had never given him.

There were vocalizations, but neither of the couple could attribute them to one specific person, be it themselves or their partner. And falling into a moaning pile at the base of the tree, Atticus' head landing heavily on Otto's chest, they both breathed against each other.

Atticus felt Otto's remaining hiccups shove into their stomach. They were slower, both in time between hiccups and the individual hiccups themselves, but they were hard and deep. They made Otto moan after each one they could feel him trying to measure his breath.

Atticus tingled and twitched with each additional hiccup until they finally felt the arousal calm down and they could experience his hiccup case more passively.

"Well," Otto said, being the first one to speak and his voice being understandably hoarse. "I guess hu'UUUNK!-uuuuh. Mmm. I guess we opened hih'UMMMP!-ugh opened the first present?"

Atticus felt Otto's body spasm twice, a slapping liquid sound from his belly as they watched his chin tuck in with a frown and another groan.

Atty laughed breathily.

"Whoops?" they said sheepishly.

Otto huffed a laugh before another hiccup jostled them both.

"You need anything? They still feel pretty hard," Atticus said.

Otto shook his head, chin and short beard rubbing into the top of Atty's head.

"Not ye-hih'MMMP!-mm. Not yet," he said as he wrapped his arms around Atticus' body.

Atticus hummed as they snuggled into his body.

"Really glad your relatives didn't have a thing for the nativity scene," Atty mumbled.

"Oh? Why's that? HUH'mp!" he asked. He let out a little belch at the air that one had sucked into his throat.

"Don't think I could take baby Jesus judging us from some shelf up there!" they explained.

Atticus felt Otto jiggle again in silent laughter, cut off by another strong spasm, before trailing off. When they looked up to him, he had a hand over his eyes, still chuckling.

"What?" Atticus asked innocently.

"Just...just thinking of hu'UUUNK! of all the poor nutcrackers hu'ULP! who are probably scarred for life!" he exclaimed.

Atty guffawed, shaking in laughter themselves.

"Bet they never saw those kinds of nuts before!" they said with a pointed wiggle of their hips.

Otto closed his eyes as he set out laughing loudly.

"We need to turn them around next time-HU'URRK!" Otto said with a giggle.

The star sat a little lopsided on the tree that year. Neither one of them felt the need to straighten it. And when friends asked about it, they both exchanged bemused expressions and shrugged. They both liked it that way.

[writingforfishes]

NYE

Please forgive any typos as I wrote this at 2/3am and am currently fighting sleep as I write this introduction.

Some of this is inspired by my feelings this year but most is just fantasy on what I wish I could have. Too bad my partner lives in Canada, huh?

CW:

Unexpected hiccups

Lots of writing pre hiccuping

Crying due to "Imagine" written by John Lennon

Frustration at the greed and ego in the world

Hiccups while tired.

Fast hiccups

Muffled hiccups

Frustration at hiccups

Too tired to (literally) give a fuck

Adorable couple shit

Bad jokes

Cuddling with hiccups

Corporate America

Jokes about NYC ball dropping

New Years Eve was very chill this year. Mark was with Alice's family and the kids. Jon was visiting Ralph's family for the first time. Cindy had burnt herself out during the holidays and Margie and her were recuperating from Thanksgiving and Christmas volunteer work in addition to Cindy's social media responsibilities. (There was serious discussion about retiring or stepping back from that particular vocation.)

And so, the two homebodies were sat together as the most anticipated ball drop in the country in New York's yearly salute to asymmetrical puberty was presented on screen.

"I think it even has blue lights this year," Atticus snarked with a snort.

"Oof! Sounds painful," Otto answered with a wince as he caught another deep yawn and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand as they both leaned against each other on the couch in front of the television.

Turning away from what Atticus wryly referred to as the yearly scrotum lowering and the new year's first wet dream, the writer chuckled to see their husband squint at the screen in an effort to look alert.

There were many ways in which Otto and Atticus were compatible. Their sleep schedules were not one of them.

While Otto preferred to go to bed in order to get up at the first rays of sun from the horizon's butt crack, Atticus sought out to test the possibility of their nocturnal ancestry.

It was when the last song before countdown was "Imagine" by John Lennon that Atticus' spirit changed from casual bemusement and mild disgust at the sheer corporate wallpapering of the New York tableau to sudden sadness.

"Dammit," they said as the woman on the screen belted the lyrics out beautifully with soft reverence in her voice.

Otto flinched in a startle as they felt Atticus' smaller body suddenly lean into his more desperately and he lifted an arm to accommodate the position and circle it around their body. They felt his spouse huff and groan a little.

"Um...you okay?" he hazarded an ask.

"I hate this song," they whispered. "Makes me cry."

"Oh," Otto said, brows rising. He rubbed Atty's shoulder softly at the rare display of emotional vulnerability.

"I know it's stupid," Atty muttered.

"No...it's not," Otto said with a squeeze to their shoulders. "But...can I...ask why?"

"Because," Atticus said after a moment, "it's sincere and simple and...and no matter how many times people sing or hear it nothing in this fucking world will ever change for people to actually be able to want any of what the lyrics say to be true. There's too much greed and ego and..." another sniff "...I hate it. Shit, the countdown's about to start, where's my sparkling drink thing?"

"I got it," Otto said softly as he leaned over and handed them the fluted glass as he took his own.

"Thanks," Atty huffed as they swiped a hand under their eyes shoving at the frames of their glasses. "I'm okay," they said to the worried look they saw in their periphery.

Otto put a hand on Atty's back as both started counting down from 10 at the cues on the screen. As usual Otto groused at the 'live' feed being almost a minute delayed as the new year ball landed just after his clocks struck midnight, chiming and striking filling the room during the countdown.

Nevertheless, the couple wished each other a Happy New Year as the Kia sponsored electric ball cued fireworks probably sponsored by another corporation and music sponsored by a couple of other corporate entities to play the beginning of Auld Lang Syne quickly cut off in favor of playing New York New York.

Atty turned and gave their husband's sparkling tea moistened lips a kiss and he smiled in return before his head jerked back suddenly.

The writer's eyes widened along with Otto's as his head jerked back again and again until they could hear the muffled hiccups. Otto scoffed a hiccuping laugh as he leaned back, letting his back rest into the soft couch as his body continued to convulse, stomach jostling visibly even through his shirt.

Atticus couldn't help but grab the remote and turn the sound down before cuddling into their husband with a bit of shameless excitement.

"You okay?" they asked.

"Yeah," he said with breathy amusement and another muffled hiccup. "I didn't really hmm'mp!mp! expect a c-mmp!-case today! Well...tom-hmm'mp!-o-hrmmp'mm! tomorrow tech-hi'mmp!-nically. Uuuuh...hi'mmp!"

"You need a cure? It's late for you. Way past Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy!" Atticus teased.

Otto rolled his eyes.

"I'm fi-hmm!-fine. The--y're pretty hmm'mm!hmp!hi'mm!mk!-mm, mild, actually. Just fa-hmm!-fast like us--usual!" he said. "I don't hm'mm! think they'll heh'mm!mm! last lo--long."

The way Otto's neck tucked down as he pushed words through his hiccups silently arresting them always drove Atticus a little insane. The way his voice dipped in octave as his throat opened to spasm again was hot in a way Atty knew they'd never be able to describe no matter how good they were with words.

"If you're sure," they said having discarded their flute of sparkling beverage so their hand could rest just under his ribcage.

Otto nodded as he calmly let his body jump with every jerking flinch of his diaphragm. He almost took another drink of the fizzy liquid before he caught himself.

"Though huh'mm!hmm!hm!hm'mm!-uh, I probably should--n't drink h'mm! anymore of hih'mm!mm! this!" he said, holding the glass up.

"Got it!" Atticus said and helpfully took the glass putting it on the coffee table.

"Tha-hungk! you!" he said, finding it less of an effort to let the hiccup complete the word than having to repeat it again. "You humm! okay no-huh'm!-not do--doing anything huh!hu'ump!mmk! wi--with these to-hmm!-night?"

Atticus looked up into the worry-tinged tiredness of Otto's face. If they stared long enough, they would be able to see the guilt edging in. They watched him keep eye contact with them even as his hiccups tugged his head back and tucked his chin down in rapid succession. Atty stroked his chest fondly.

"This holiday season has been robust in your diaphragmic flirtations. I think I can hold myself back from ravishing you this one time," they said with a sly smile.

"Mm huh'mm! your restr-mmk!hih'mmk!-restraint is ap--uh! appreciated and admi--adm--hmk!huh!mk!-admirable! Ugh!" Otto said with frustration as he finally laid a hand on his chest and leaned his head back. "Gir--gird your HUH! lo--ins, they-hup!hip!hu'up!-'re doing that hi'ip!ngk!hingk! thi--thing whe-hup!-where they hulmp! g--get wo-erk!h'muck!-worse befo--before they ngk!ngk!-uh-huck! st--stop! Go-hup!-gosh!"

"Bud, my loins have been girded since the first one," Atticus informed him.

"Heh! Huh!huh!-uuuuh. hu'UP!hungk!-mm."

He continued to encourage deeper breaths, but his hiccups kept rapid firing through the attempts leaving him grunting, breathless, and frowning. He raised his shirt up and gave an imploring look to his partner.

"Could you huh!hump'k!huck'm!mk!-uh! Cou--ld you ru-hup!humpk!uck'm!mmp!mm!-ugh!..."

"I got you!" Atticus said as they put their hand on his belly as it popped quickly, jiggling or tightening with each spasm. They also focused on the space right below his ribs as he'd told them he felt his hiccups higher than his belly despite how much action seemed to take place visually in that area. Right below his ribs tended to be where he felt soreness if they went on too long.

"You sure you don't need to cure..." Atty offered one more time.

"Yeah hmk! I'm not hm!mk! uncomf--forta--ble mmk!mm!h'mp! just mk! annoyed hu'uh! and ti--tired-UP!-uh," he said, letting another breath out to more hiccups.

"And you're definitely not keeping them for me," Atticus confirmed.

"Hilmp!...I mean ever-hmp year sta--rts off mk! with a--a few hmph! hiccups. Why mk! not le--t yours hrmph! be mine? Mk!" he said with a drowsy grin.

"That was terrible," Atticus said in mock disgust.

Otto's grin only grew wider.

"Truly awful," they said.

Otto shrugged with a smug expression.

"I'm so proud of you. Seriously. Your terrible sense of humor has grown so much under my tutelage," they said smiling.

"No one hmph! is more hmm!mm!huh'mm! impressed a--and appalled tha-nk!nk!-than I am!" he said.

Atticus laughed and wrapped their arms around his body as far as they'd go as Otto embraced them back. Sitting like this in the warmth of their husband they felt protected as they relished the last strong spasms of his hiccup attack.

They felt his arms go a bit slack after a while and heard his breath even. Atticus leaned out of his presence with regret and put a hand on his chest before he went too deeply asleep.

"Hey, you. Time to hit the hay, cowboy," Atty said as they tapped the end of his nose.

Otto groaned and stretched.

"Kay. Yeah. Happy New Year, Atty," he mumbled.

"Happy New Year, Otto," they responded as they both turned off lights, disposed of dishes, and headed up stairs.

[writingforfishes]

First Christmas

This came to me yesterday. It was absolutely inspired by a character trait of the inspiration for Otto. I also added a little more lore into how Otto came to own his house.

CW:

Masturbation mention

Light description of sexual acts, but not necessarily explicit (in my opinion)

Hiccups from excitement

Christmas decorations

Atticus is Jewish adjacent more than anything

Mention of parent dying (Atticus' mom)

Mention of parent dying (Otto's dad)

Hard hiccups

Semi-fast hiccups

Hiccups being solved by food

Otto being sleep deprived because he has too much Christmas Joy

If I had the energy my apartment would look like the cover of a Christmas Card

Being awoken by Santa's tallest elf

The blasphemy in Atticus not knowing what Krampus is

The newness of living with each other and finding out things about each other

They're both incredible dorks

“So, don’t freak out,” Otto said as he appeared in front of Atticus while they sat up in bed after waking.

Otto looked a little...wilder than usual. His hair was a little more frazzled. His eyes somehow seemed larger, though they had faint shadows of exhaustion under them. He held his hands up to the writer as if to defend himself from whatever reaction he was hoping to prevent. His long finger splayed in front of Atticus’ eyes and the writer followed them to his palms and then to his face, blinking themselves into a state of alertness they deemed necessary to process Otto’s unusual request.

It was mid-December of the first year they’d lived together. As such, Atticus had not quite assimilated to all of Otto’s quirks, nor Otto to theirs. So, what should they expect when faced with the words ‘don’t freak out’?

It took more than a moment to form a response which seemed to leave Otto bouncing on the balls of his feet and biting his lip in anticipation.

“Pro-tip,” Atticus finally said, voice still hoarse from sleep, “the words ‘don’t freak out’ rarely succeed in calming someone down.”

Otto balled his hands up to his mouth with a solemn nod.

“Okay,” he said as he fanned his hands back out in gesticulation, “that’s a fair point.”

Atticus snorted a soft laugh at the concession.

“What, exactly, am I not supposed to freak out about?” they asked.

“What...is your opinion on decorating for the holidays?” he asked with forced casualness.

“Um...I like it? I mean, I rarely have the energy to do it myself, but I like Christmas. I might not believe in the...anything of it, but the décor was always kind of nostalgic,” Atticus admitted.

“Good!!” Otto said with so much enthusiasm and loudness it caused Atticus to visibly jump. “Sorry! Good. Good. That’s good. Cause...when you walk downstairs...I...just...know that I really love decorating for Christmas. I’m on the same page as you with the believing but...just…”

Otto’s face became a little desperate as he searched for words and got caught up with passion.

“I really like Christmas decorations. A lot,” he finally said.

“O...kay,” Atticus said slowly fitting the pieces of the puzzle together. “Did you...did you stay up all night decorating?”

“No!” he said with a finger pointing upward in front of him, “I got up in the middle of the night and decorated! I wanted to surprise you. But then I thought, what if they don’t like it? We haven’t talked about it. And didn’t they say they were Jewish? But they aren’t practicing? I don’t know if you’re practicing. I don’t think we’ve ever discussed it actually. Why haven’t we discussed it? I guess it’s not something you just talk about, is it? Or maybe something bad happened to them on Christmas and I’m just going to be inciting some traumatic event by reminding them of Christmas. So, I wanted to warn you and...and if you want me to take it down...give me a few hours because it’ll take a whi—”

Atticus had grabbed his wandering hands in front of him to stop his words. It had worked surprisingly well as he now stared down on them owlishly as they stood in front of him smirking.

“I love Christmas decorations, and I really want to see them,” they said.

Otto gifted them with a wide grin.

“Okay! Okay, good! C’mon!” he said as he led them downstairs.

The first thing Atticus noticed was lights. No, actually the first thing Atticus noticed was garland on the banister. Well, no, the first thing Atticus noticed was an explosion of reds, greens, golds, and shining decorations literally everywhere they turned their head. It was overwhelming and they walked slowly as they took in how the living room, dining room, and entire downstairs area had been taken over by meticulously placed and organized decorations culminating in an impressively realistic artificial tree in the corner of the living room next to the front window.

In the perimeter of their awareness, they heard Otto excitedly explaining the history of the nut crackers, the glass blown ornaments, the vintage strings of light, and various other characteristics of the veritable winter wonderland he’d created.

“...all from Germany. My dad’s side of the family. I have a vintage train set I used to bring out, but it’s honestly too much trouble to put it up anymore and it sort of blocks the flow of the house. And honestly? I’m not really into trains? Like, I know, right? I seem like a person who would be totally into trains, but they’re not really my thing. I can’t bring myself to get rid of it, though. Too sentimental, I guess. Maybe one day I’ll set it up again. Or maybe I can donate it to someone who would appreciate it. I dunno. Haven’t really looked into it…” Otto continued to babble until he noticed Atticus’ face taking all of the decorations in.

“Dude…” Atty finally said.

Otto’s eyes widened as he tried to figure out exactly what the statement of awe implied.

“Is that a good ‘dude’ or…” he asked.

Atticus simply turned to him with eyes wide behind their large glasses. A grin slowly grew on their face until it stretched into their cheeks and pushed into their eyes.

“Duuude!” they exclaimed. “This is awesome!”

Otto grinned and bounced on his feet.

“Yeah? Really? You don’t think it’s too much? I mean, I’d totally get it if you thought it was too much,” he said quickly.

“No-I-this is amazing! I can’t believe you did all of this in less than a night! I...well...the nutcrackers are kind of creepy. I like them but...something about nutcrackers. I think I was way too impressionable when I saw The Nutcracker performance. But they’re really cool, still! And...oh my gosh this tree! Man! Holy moly. This is just...like...it feels so warm and cozy!” Atticus said, beaming.

“I know! Right? That’s what I think! It’s-it’s why I do it every year. I...before my dad died, he used to decorate our house like this every Christmas. Our mom was never too into it so after he was gone it was just...you know...the basics,” he said as his fingers toyed with themselves in explaining.

“But, um, you know I actually inherited this house,” he continued. “Sorta. Kinda. After I got into recovery and was making amends I was encouraged to reach out to my uncle, my dad’s brother, by my sponsor. My therapist at the time thought it was a good idea, too. My uncle said there was this house here that he owned. My great aunt used to live here. He thought one of my cousins might want it, but they were already married and set up where they wanted to be, so he offered it to me. It came with so many things, and he told me I could do whatever I wanted to with them. Most of it I kept. Just...the history, y’know? And all of these decorations. Then I asked my mom if I could have the decorations from dad’s collection. And, you know, she made it this big thing. But she gave them to me eventually. Anyway.”

Atticus listened and nodded, scanning the scene again as he explained the history. They noticed how very old the ornaments were at that point. Timeless. Or, perhaps, trapped in time? They couldn’t pinpoint it, but they felt as if they’d stepped into a greeting card or the pictures in a book. Even the lights seemed to give the house a sepia feel. It gave them a swelling of emotion they didn’t exactly expect; they rubbed their hand on their chest at it.

“Yeah. Yeah, you know...my mom...she didn’t really care for Christmas,” Atticus said, “But, for my sake, she decorated every year despite it. My mom didn’t have great memories of her family. But she did have some ornaments. I kept them with me. Some stuff from when I packed up at her apartment after she died, I still have in boxes in the loft bedroom. Um...she was always surprised how much Christmas meant to me. But I’ve always loved it.”

Atty felt Otto’s arm around them and found themselves leaning into the softness of his side.

“My dad,” they continued, “he wasn’t really practicing. He had a menorah. I have that, too. Sometimes I give a light-hearted attempt at celebrating. But I wasn’t really brought up religiously Jewish. I think my mom made more of an attempt to connect me with that part of my culture than my dad ever did.”

“Yeah?” Otto said. “Well, if you want you are more than free to add anything you have. I mean...that would actually be pretty great. Mmk! I’d mmk! I’d li—like to se-mp!-see those ornaments and mk!mk! and men—norah! Heh. I thi-himp!-think the ex-ip!-excitement himp’k! gave me mmk! the hiccups!”

Atticus had felt a flush take over their body from the first soft jostle they’d felt as his side. They shivered involuntarily and Otto had the audacity to bring them closer into his body. Though, to be fair, Atty didn’t resist.

“Oh no…” Atticus said weakly with very little attempt at genuineness. They smiled up at the tall clock maker as he placed his hand on his chest and grinned sheepishly.

Still fairly new to celebrating their shared arousals Otto rocked them with his body as he shifted weight from one foot to the other feeling the thumps of his diaphragm pull at his abdomen and jerk his head.

“Guess herp! guess this hmm! is our fir—irst hmp! gift of the hup’k!hmp! of the season!” he said as he looked shyly down at them.

“You want to…” Atty said as they couldn’t resist putting a hand on his stomach to feel the movements “...open the present down here or upstairs?”

“Hmmhmmmk!-mm!” he said, rubbing his chest at the deepness of that one. The hiccups were getting stronger with his increasing arousal as he watched and felt Atticus’ reactions and their struggle to keep themselves together.

“May-hmm!-maybe upsta-huh’mmk! upstairs?” he suggested. “HU’ULK! Oh, excuse me! Hnk!-uh. huULK!-uh.”

Atticus let out a shaky breath at the quickening hiccups and his apology for the loud hiccup.

“Yeah. Yeah-yeah. Upstairs. Like, now,” they said, urgently.

With that same sense of urgency, the couple rushed to their shared bed. Lying next to each other, against each other, Atticus nearly on top of Otto with how close they were, they fed off of one another’s moans and sounds and movements as they masturbated simultaneously until they found themselves breathless and spent.

Atticus heard themselves vocalizing their pleasure excitedly as Otto’s hiccups continued and became worse, faster, as he gasped in his own excited self-administrations. Atty grew more and more aroused with every quickened breath and moan choked off by hiccup clusters hardly giving him space to breathe.

At one point the writer remembered looking up to make sure Otto was still okay as the hiccups hit him in such quick succession. The sounds ran into each other, gasping croakily in his throat as if he was experiencing one elongated hiccup instead of a cluster of several. But their concern was temporary as they only saw in Otto’s closed eyes an expression of intense arousal, brow furrowed as his body curled with the rhythmic administrations of his hand to himself. And then he vocalized a sighing moan before more hiccups interrupted him.

The visual electrified and quickened Atticus’ own pleasure and, though their climaxes were staggered they weren’t that far apart as they both eventually ended up lax and spent. Atticus’ head found its way to Otto’s chest and Otto’s arm wound around their body as they both gasped and panted into calmer breathing.

Otto’s diaphragm didn’t make it easy to calm his breathing, though, as it still tugged at his lungs in strong spasms.

“H’muuck!-uh. Hm’mmk!-mm. Guess they’re mmk! stubborn toda-hup’k!-today! Scuse me! Hrmk!-mm. Mm!mm!hmmk’m!-uh. Jeez. HU’UPK! Whew,” he said as he rubbed his chest and belly.

“Dang, those sound so strong, still,” Atticus noted, the buzz and afterglow softening their arousal reaction leaving them more concerned than turned on.

“Yeah they huh’mmk!-uh, they are a li-hip!-litt—little. Damn. HULP!HUP!-oof. They’ll mmk!hmp! they’ll calm do-hup!-down after hm’mmk! after a whi—ile, I think,” he said.

“Hope so,” Atticus said as they rubbed his jiggling and popping stomach sympathetically.

Otto smiled at the gesture.

“Have you eaten breakfast, yet?” they asked.

The question gave Otto pause.

“No actu—actually. HUP!-ooh. Sorry. Wonder hmk! wonder mk!mk!mm!…” Otto said and paused as his head and stomach jerked silently a few more times at the rapid attack before slowing again as he sighed. “Ugh. Mm. Wonder if th—that would hup! he—help! hu’uuck!”

“Let’s find out,” Atticus offered.

As it turned out, having food helped a great deal in slowing Otto’s hiccups. Sitting in the kitchen he watched Atticus stare into the living room, head leaning in hand, as they ate their eggs distractedly.

Otto’s hiccups hadn’t stopped completely, yet, but he could tell they were on the way out. He was relieved to have been given some more breathing room, and his throat was starting to feel less irritated with the cool water he was drinking. He smiled as Atticus’ attention continued to be distracted by his decorations.

“You reall—really do like them don’t y—don’t you?” he said as he swallowed another bite of eggs.

“I really do,” Atticus confirmed. They turned back to Otto with a soft smile. They gave his belly a gentle pat. “How’s your diaphragm?”

“Calming down, thankfully,” he said. His body bounced again with another silent spasm. “Mm. That was a nice surprise, though.” He jerked again and took another drink of water to ease his throat.

“Mmm. Yeah, it was. Thank you. I know you didn’t plan it, but thanks anyway. Heck, if advent calendars had gifts like that, I might consider actually participating!” Atticus said in humor.

Otto chuckled and released a small hup!

“Twelve days of—of hiccuping might be a little much. E—even for me,” he said.

“No kidding,” Atticus said with a nod of agreement.

“You know you’re not the only one who g—gets something out of it, right?” Otto asked.

Atticus shrugged.

“Yeah, but you do more for it,” they said, brushing off the comparison.

“Mm, I don’t really see it that way,” he said. He swallowed another mouthful of food and noticed a distinct lack of tickle in the back of his throat. Breathing in through his nose he confirmed the case had come to an end. “Having the hiccups isn’t something that takes effort, y’know? I just, sorta, it just happens! And it-it doesn’t really bother me to have them. Not really. So, don’t think you’re expecting me to sacrifice myself to any sort of, I dunno, laborious physical action. Hiccups are just...part of my life, I guess. And having you admire them and get aroused by them is, well, really convenient!”

Atticus was facing him now. Their eyes studied him as he spoke. They took a breath, trying to take in the truth of what he’d said.

“You’re sure? They don’t...they don’t bother you too much?” they asked.

Otto shook his head enthusiastically, lowering his eyebrows in emphasis.

“No, man! Seriously! I would have them if you found them arousing or not! I’m just...glad they don’t annoy you. The fact they please you is sort of a bonus! For both of us! Cause...cause when you get all hot and bothered and flustered I just...mm. Man. It gets me really nng! Y’know?!” he said as he bounced in his chair a little.

“Oh, I know ‘nng’ all too well!” they said with a smile.

Otto chuckled.

“Well...I guess Happy Holidays, then! To both of us!” Atticus said.

“Happy Holidays,” Otto agreed emphatically. “And, who knows, we might get a couple more advent presents today. This little dome shaped muscle feels frisky.”

Otto rubbed under his ribs.

“Oof. You tease!” Atty exclaimed.

“I would never!” Otto rebuked.

“Careful. Santa Clause will get you for lying…” Atty said.

“Actually, no, that would be Krampus,” Otto said.

“...What’s a Krampus?”

“Oh my god...okay...so…” Otto started.

[pupyzu]

KENOCHORIC NAMES!

for anon! i accidentally deleted the ask :P

Abbey

Abraxas

Acantha

Adelaide

Alfie

Alfred

Allister

Arch

Ash

Atticus

Bela

Bowie

Burton

Callum

Calum

Celeste

Chao

Chaos

Crow

Daire

Damien

Eric’s

Jasper

Jet

Jett

Keno

Layla

Ligeia

Luca

Lucas

Luci

Lux

Nox

Nyx

Oakley

Octavia

Onyx

Ophelia

Otto

Poe

Rain

Raine

Raven

Sable

Salem

Shadow

Storm

Thomas

Ursa

Winnie

Wyn