#poke and proad poke and proad

[sonicexelle-junkary]

Is the My Brother AU still going on?

It will continue. Someday. If I get the right ask for it to continue.

[corvidae-00]

Tsudere /sub touch starved Jax in heat that pretends to hate the reader but does things to secretly be with them x a fem happy but smart Uzadere that loves being in the circus.She loves adventures,animals,cute things,fighting,food ect! lots of energy too but can be pretty insensitive and a little selfish with a little crush on jax. I feel like at first jax would completely reject liking her then he would be extra mean,then Maybe subconsciously know he likes her amd hates the feeling lol. cus he copes by trying to not have feelings and tries to act "tough". its pretty obvious that the reader is in love with him but his dumb ass cant catch on . She gives lots of compliments which makes him flustered and mad ( he is mad bc he thinks nobody likes him that much, he is mean to her to make her go away but it doesn't work ) but he pretends not to care. the reader would definitely confesses first tho. Sorry for such a long request its just that not many people write jax in this sorta way so i had to be detailed lol. also if you don't wanna use female pronouns you can make it non gender ofc 😅tysm for even reading such a long thing! and you don't have to do this at all lr you can switch it up. Anything is VERY appreciated tho😊 also i feel like max would be a massive virgin due to how annoying he is...he definitely a horny bitchless rabbit-

AHHHH! MY FIRST ASK ;0; Thank you!!! And i personally LOvE Jax- like its an issue 0-0 but im so happy to write for him first! your request is amazing and i truly love it! i hope i did it justice!!! i hope you dont mind HCs! if you did want a story just hit me back up in the answer box and ill write a lil something for ya! ;)

MDNI BELOW THE CUT+ Warnings: Smutty smut themes, bottom Jax <3- Cussing, swearing, the norm

The Reader definitely brought light to the Circus, when she first appeared she was the TALK OF THE TENT, everyone was happy to finally have someone around to liven up the place- > besides jax- the little shit made it his sole duty to make sure Reader was the punchline of his jokes or somehow always "in his way" and the Reader often got the butt of the assult. > Jax being Jax when the feelings for reader started to arise- he got scared- a little worried- upset even. More at himself than you but still pretty pissy- this just made the tourment wose oh lord- > Reader found this fun, more ways to annoy and poke and proad at Jax, finding his constant target on the Reader absolutely hilarious > Reader always calling the oblivious rabbit pet names!!! *Toots, Fluff butt, Shnookums (Only because it pissed Jax off and everyone would laugh), babes, Etc Etc, > Jax STILL oblivious to the reader ;0; taking it as her teasing him and pushing him and oh no we cant have that!!!! Jax haaates it. Secretly likes it HATES IT- >Despite the tension between the two Jax would often threaten Caine or sneak the other circus members things of value to be around reader. not knowing why- HE IS MADLY IN LOOOVE he wanted to be around Reader!! SMUT >Jax in heat is something i dont think even he saw coming- like they are digital code- BUT DAMN- > Stuck in his room alone humping a pillow and pulling his ears over his face embarrassed beyond belief at his own actions > Reader was coming to annoy Jax concerned why she didnt see him at breakfast (His favorite meal of the day may i add- >Knocking on his door reader had a shit eating grin "Sleeping in pookie?" She calls through the door only a groan and a loud huff was the response she got >Thats rude. Reader thinks and just assuming he is having one of his man period days- Reader enters his room- and boy is the sight she sees amazing- Jax face down and ass up with a pillow under his hips, face flushed a deep purple and his overalls down to his waist- > Reader and Jax are just staring at eachother with wide eyes >"G-GET OUT!!" "Nah i dont think i will" >Lets just say reader helps the little bunny get the relief he was so looking for- >They dont argue as much anymore-

----------------------------------------------------- THANK YOU FOR READING!!! I hope you enjoyed your request and it was too your liking! im still getting back into writing so its a slow process!! let me know what you think!!! thank you so much!!! <3333

[gotmeringinghellsbells]

I was wondering if you could do a fic about Fatgum tickling Kirishima or Tamaki or maybe both? Love your fics by the way! They’re all so cute! 💖💖💖

They Went Beyond

Characters: Fat Gum, Red Riot (Ejiro Kirishima)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

A/N: My friend @kwaiibb and I came up with the headcannon of Kirishima's parents being divorced, but maintaining a really healthy friendship to co-parent their son while moving on with their love live as well. His mother remarried, his father is happily single though.

Description: While visiting one of his mentee's at the hospital following the events of season 4, Fat Gum start's to breakdown from guilt.

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Kirishima let out a soft sigh as he slowly opened his ruby, red eyes. Nope, still couldn’t sleep. The mummy had lost most of his wrapings but was still under the hospital’s watch to ensure his wounds were healing nicely. Honestly, he felt great! Maybe not in spirit but physically he felt good enough to pace around his room and honestly… go home to his mommy and mama. Seeing his dad would be nice too. The babe sighed as he stared blankly at the hospital celeing’s panels.

He’d already read his books, played his video games, and did other little things his friends and parents gave him to occupy his mind. Homework? Yeah Bakugou was probably going to kick his ass, but he just didn’t have him in it to do it right now. Besides, he didn’t understand some of it and could wait until the other visited again or his mama to help him. His step mother was an incredibly intelligent woman and would often help him when he was smaller; but Kirishima still liked to ask Bakugou as he could explain somethings a bit more simplistically and understandably to him than his math professor mother.

While drowning in thought, Ejiro had missed the gentle knock on his room door. From the doorway, a familiar face popped in. It was deflated, but one could still recognize the face to be that of the pro hero’s: Fat Gum! The mentor hesitantly took a step in the room, feeling a bit rude as he hadn’t been invited in. But this was his charge, damnit. This was one of the puppies he was training to become a hero and this…. this was all his fault. Kirishima and Tamaki were terribly injured due to his decision to bring them along.

He swallowed his guilt with a sigh before forcing himself to venture further into the room and shut the door behind him. They were pro heroes in the making, it was a good experience to have. Both are alive and he should be grateful for that, right? “Hey,” he said softly, seeing the boy in a trance-like, fixated state. Kirishima didn’t budge, mind still wandering in space. Fat Gum snorted before pulling up a chair and placing the small conventstore bag he had picked up along the way on it. “How ya holding up, mummy?” Fat Gum’s weight on the bed brought the young man out of his thoughts with a start. “Shoot,” Ejiro sighed, earning a laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the other said comfortingly before gently bumping the kid’s arm as he sat up. “Nah, you're fine. Just… thinking about stuff.”

“I could tell,” Fat Gum hummed before reaching for the bag and opening it. “So, whatcha in the mood for? Got some packaged mochi, some meat chews, what else, what else,” he muttered as he started laying out various goods on the boy’s blanket-covered lap. Kirishima smiled with a small snort as he gently picked up the mild-flavored meat chews. “Thanks,” he said tiredly. He offered a warming smile, only to be met with watering eyes.

Ruby red eyes widened in panic. “Huh? I-If you want the meat chews you can have them man!” Fat Gum sniffled as he shook his head, bagging the other goods again before standing to hug the boy. “I’m so sorry Red Riot,” he sobbed. Kirishima tensed before relaxing a bit as the shock faded. He gently placed an arm on the man’s shoulder in pure confusion. “Why are you apologizing?” “You’re just a kid, I shouldn’t have let you tag along. That…. that was too dangerous, even for us pros.” Was he talking about the mission?

Kirishima sighed, leaning into the hug again as it was quite comforting. “I needed the experience, didn't I? That’s why I applied for your internship.” Fat Gum whimpered before holding the other’s head into him as if Kirishima was his own, legal son. Kirishima didn’t resist, he just rested his head in the hug and listened to the soft sobbing and apologies. Yes, himself and Tamaki had gotten pretty busted up from battle, but it was clearly nothing they couldn’t handle, right? “You saved me though, so…. why are you crying?” It was a legitimate question, caused by genuine curiosity. “You saved me and fulfilled your duty as a hero and a mentor. You shouldn’t be crying, you should be celebrating. After all, we saved that little girl from that monster, didn’t we?”

Just barely.

“I know,” Fat Gum whimpered as he tried to pacify his tears. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be acting like this infront of you.” He went to sit back, but stopped when he found scratched, bandaged, and bruised arms weren’t letting go of him. From his torso, Kirishima peered up gently, holding a bit tighter. He knew the other wasn’t okay. It wasn’t like Fat Gum to have breakdowns of any kind in front of others. His smile warmed Kirishima’s heart before he felt a hand gently run through his semi-greasy locks. “You’re looking good kiddo, I’m glad to see that.” Kirishima smiled. “Yeah, they say about another week then I can go home. After that, well,” he laughed a bit as he sat back. “I got some serious training to do.” He still wanted to be a hero. Fat Gum smiled as he poked the smaller in the stomach. “That so, huh?” Kirishima squealed, curling in on himself.

“Training will wait until you’ve rested,” he lectured with amusement in his tone. The other giggled as the finger continued to proad at the mostly bandaged torso. “Hehehe! But I-Ihehe’ve bhehehen bed b-bound for so long,” Ejiro giggled as he gently tried to push the hand away; only to be rewarded with a new hand prodding at him. “I don’t care. You are going to rest, do I make myself clear?” Poking and prodding now turned into gentle scribbles on the babe’s sides, earning just the lightest, airiest giggles from the hero in training. “Ah! W-Whahahait!” But it was far too late for that. Ejiro gently squirmed around as his mentor turned to face him better.

Deflated fingers alternated gently and slowly between scratching slightly pudgy sides, tracing along the taut stomach, and even going so far as to glide up and feather themselves along the mostly wrapped neck; causing the other to scrunch up. “It tickles,” Kirishima whined as he laid weakly, hardly trying to stop the other. He needed a bit of a laugh. “Really,” Fat Gum asked, faking surprise. “You're kidding me! The adorably tough hero, Red Riot, is ticklish?!” He stopped, letting out a fake gasp as he brought his hands to his mouth. Ejiro curled up slightly from the ghost tickles, confused on why the other had stopped.

“Oh no, this could be catastrophic news!” Eijiro giggled, rolling his eyes. Fat Gum reminded him a lot of his father sometimes. Goofy, overly caring, just overall a good guy to be around. “What,” the younger man dared to ask. “What,” Fat Gum repeated in disbelief. “Do you know how many villains could use such a weakness against you? Young hero, you must be ready to face these types of things.” Kiri felt like he knew where this was going. Oh no. He was already giggling, curling up as much as he could. “W-Wait,” he whimpered.

“Oh no, no, no, no,” Fat Gum tsked. “You said it yourself, you’ve been bed bound for weeks! You have to start training again as soon as possible, right? After finding such a weakness, I think right now might be the best time.” Ejiro shook his head a bit, giggling hysterically and squealing like a tot everytime Fat Gum launched a hand at him. “No, no tickling,” he giggled out. Oh, but it was too late. His fatherly figure had him scooped into his arms, holding him comfortingly and rather effectively to keep him trapped. Ejiro didn’t truly struggle, wiggling a bit but was clearly just doing it for show.

“So, where should we start first,” his mentor asked, hand gently tapping it’s fingers along the jiggling tummy. Kiri was giggling up a storm. “N-Nowhere,” he replied sheepishly. “Nowhere,” Fat Gum repeated teasingly. “I don’t believe nowhere is an option, Ejiro. Red Riot has to be ready to face all kinds of trials.” Not wanting to overdo it as the kid was still kind of mummified and really should be resting, Fata Gum gently lifted the red head’s arm and started to just barely drag his finger up and down the exposed hollow. Kirishima was hysterically giggling, curling into the other as much as he could and whining the whole time. “S-Sthahaop,” he whimpered, only to snort where Fat Gum moved down to gently trace over each of the ribs.

“You’re enemies won’t stop that easily Red Riot,” Fat Gum lectured. “Hehehe! But it tickles, chahahaome on!” This was a little embarrassing, but honestly, it was also kind of fun. Kirishima snuggled more and more into his hero, giggling like crazy. Even when the hand wasn’t touching him, the redhead hid his face in the older and just giggled his head off. It was amusing and quite frankly, adorable. These kids were so sweet, it scared the pro hero to think of what awaited them in years to come.

[vrisrezis]

the matsu's and their s/o are hanging out when they bump in one of s/o's friends, they invite themselves to hang out with them and pokes and proad at him and jsut makes a bunch of questions to him, yknow, the whole "i want to know if youre good enough for my friend" thing. before the friends leave they mention how the s/o didnt chose a jackass for a change in general and tells the matsu to take care of the s/o and keep them out of trouble when the friend is unavailable, just gives their blessing in general

Osomatsu is a bit annoyed that they invited themselves to hang out, even though he’s guilty of this himself. He’s very annoyed by the prodding, thinking how entitled the friend is being. He does end up answering the questions at first, before (comically) yelling at them. However, he at least feels congratulated that he got the friends blessing, he genuinely doesn’t understand how. The both of you thinking to yourself, “no, I chose another jackass” “they don’t think I’m a jackass?” When they tell him t take good care of you he says, “in bed? I always do.” Early a slap to the back of his head. But seriously, might ask you what kinda people you’ve been dating for them to be like that and to think he’s even close to good enough.

Karamatsu doesn’t mind too much, especially upon knowing you’re friends with them. It’s only when the nagging start does he regret letting them tag along. He will answer the questions though, albeit he does it in a usual karamatsu fashion, being his overdramatic self, they’re quick to get a idea of what this guy is like. He might seem like a huge narcissist on the surface, but over time they get to see how kind and considerate he is, especially with you. He gets annoyed with these questions but still remains polite but it’s clear with how much calmer he’s being, simply answering the questions without a dramatic pose. When he gets their blessing by the end of the day, he’s flabbergasted for a moment. “Really? Sweet! They don’t think I’m a good for nothing!!” When they tell him to take good care of you, he gives one of his many dramatic poses, “I will take the upmost care of my honey!”

Choromatsu would be extremely annoyed by them inviting themselves, even worse when they start poking and prodding at him. He can’t help but tell them how rude they’re being, but it seems like they’re paying no mind to him. He has eventually answers some of their questions at least, and he seems to catch onto what this is about, so he indulges in the questions more so they could leave. Eventually he gets the blessing, which he’s surprised by. “They don’t think I’m a dickhead? Wait what kind of dicks has y/n dated?!” And once they tell him to take good care of him, it’s the only time he doesn’t seem annoyed with them, giving them a polite nod and a “of course!”

Ichimatsu was going to just simply leave, have you two hang out instead, however the friend insisted on the three of you! He just simply sighs and says “okay.” worst decision of his life, because now he’s being nagged by them. It’s not like he cares if they invited themselves to hang out, it’s moreso the fact they took your time away from just the two of you, and the fact they were prodding so much. However, he eventually catches onto why they’re doing it, he still doesn’t indulge in personal questions. He didn’t feel like he was good enough for you anyway, hearing what strangers that were important to you had to say about it was not something he needed. He was pleasantly surprised to get the blessing though, “how they not think I’m a jackass? The hell?” and when they tell him to take good care of you he simply nods, “I don’t take good care of many things, but you don’t have to worry about me taking care of them.”

Jyushimatsu doesn’t mind that they invited themselves actually! Overall always happy to make new friends.. though he kinda hoped it would’ve been another time, he just shrugs it off. However, when they start poking around, he gets a serious look on his face, cat eyes and all as he honestly answers all of the questions they had. He doesn’t feel annoyed or overwhelmed by them, he fully knows if one of his brothers managed to get somebody, he would be the same way (and so would the others). When he gets the blessing from your friend, his usual smile is back. “Really?! Yahoo!!” He says, giving you a hug. The friend might be a bit surprised by the personality change. As they tell him to take good care of you he nods, “they’re safe with me!”

Todomatsu is definitely annoyed by this, the one time you two manage to escape from his brothers to go on a date, this bitch shows up. Even worse, they’re so rude! Inviting themselves to hang out, it’s like neither of you have a say in the matter and to make it even worse the poking and prodding is pissing him off. He’s trying so hard to keep it together, trying to answer some questions with a cute face. They can tell he’s losing it, which is probably why they gave the blessing. Because, “despite the fact he’s beyond pissed, he manages to put a smile on his face and act like everything’s fine because I matter so much to you y/n?!” and Todomatsu can’t help but wonder “is that what you got out of that?” He’s glad for the blessing at least, this makes approaching your family a lot easier. When they tell him to take good care of you he sighs, “of course I will.”

[auralavande]

just another thing we can’t afford

she lives her life in battles, and bottles that cloud the brain and warm the soul life’s endless pain is paused for just a moment, as words lose their meanings but without mankind their meaning is nonexistant suspended in the void, and placed on trial by falsities and wrongs to be righted the world hungers for many things, but truth and justice are not on the list meanings are found in hidden things, but not in what is plain to see we hide from barefaced truths because we live in a society where the elite placate us we are like sheep who blindly follow our shepards, coming to their every beck and call we are their puppets, and when we step out of line they pull our strings to force compliance most follow their lead without question, and the ones who don’t are silenced, “for the cause” they poke and proad at our very being, making us into shells like the others until we have no opinion for what is life without meaning? to them it is nothing, and to us it is a luxary, just another thing we can’t afford.

[deals-and-the-chipped-cup]

Tainted Blood || Belle and Rumple

@aldahi-rp

“More then your HEALTH?!” Belle demanded.

“I am treating him” Whale argued at about the same time “I’m doing everything in my power to keep your boyfriend alive, it’s not my fault he won’t work with me. But, when I save his life with science, you can repay me by letting me buy you a drink sometime.”

“That- that is INAPPROPRIATE!!” Belle said, incensed.

And then as she realized, “And you’re STILL doing it! You don’t have to bring up ”science“ with every sentence!!”

Everyone in this room was making Belle angry! She had half a mind to storm off with no particular destination. In fact she took three steps to that effect…

…but then she stopped.

Rumple hadn’t been able to make it across the room without collapsing.

And a moment ago he had lain there looking so miserable both physically and emotionally. She couldn’t abandoned him to the poking and proading of strangers.

Or maybe Rumple would see her leaving as a sign that he had fulfilled his obligation to her and was free to leave as well.

Either way she couldn’t walk out that door. So she rounded on them both instead.

“You are both behaving like CHILDREN! Putting some petty squabble above a human life! A life I very much value, by the way! So just. STOP!”

It wasn’t a petty squabble.  Not to Rumple.  Magic could do more than science could.  And it seemed to Rumple that he needed to keep reminding Whale of that, especially with the way that Whale kept bringing up science.

Whale could also do with a reminder of the time that he’d needed magic.

But Rumple didn’t think that Belle would appreciate it if he brought that up now, and he didn’t want to fight with her.  He was tired, felt awful, and didn’t feel like doing much besides laying down.

So he just lay on the bed, and didn’t say anything.

All he wanted was for Whale to finish doing whatever science thing he thought would help, and fail to learn anything.  Because he would fail.  Science wasn’t going to identify the poison or find a cure when Rumple’s magic had already failed to.

Then Rumple could go home.  And find a way to fix it with magic.

[sunlightpike]

“So you really didn’t like…?”

“Bone?” Nott supplies. “No, we didn’t.” She frowns. “Jester, I promise I don’t mean anything rude by this, but why are you so obsessed with my sex life?”

--

in which Jester has questions about romance and Nott has answers (and a little help with those answers)

[ao3] (post-episode 57; the morning after Yeza’s rescue)

She wakes up to the sound of someone tapping softly on the door, and for a moment she forgets where she is and why she’s on the floor with Yeza curled up next to her instead of on their bed, and why Luke is knocking instead of coming right in and crawling in between them.

Jester’s voice, however, makes the illusion of the past disappear even quicker than normal. She speaks softly, barely above a whisper. “Nott? Are you awake in there? I know it’s kind of early…”

Nott carefully extracts herself from Yeza’s arms-- at some point he’d moved from being curled up against her to being curled up nearly around her. She looks down at his sleeping face for a minute, tracing every new line and scar, retracing old ones.

Jester knocks softly again. “Nott?” she whisper-calls, and Nott tears herself away from Yeza, hurrying as quietly as she can to the door.

She opens it just enough to poke her head out. “Yeah? What’s going on, is something wrong?"

Jester shakes her head quickly. “No, no nothings wrong I was just wondering if… well, you know, we didn’t really get a chance to talk last night because you were with Yeza which makes a lot of sense, of course, but then Beau said something and I was thinking and I wanted to ask you something if that’s okay.” Her words tumble out quickly enough that it takes Nott a minute to process what she’s saying.

“Of course you can ask me something,” she says. She glances back at Yeza on the floor. She doesn’t want to wake him, but she also doesn’t want him to wake up and think she left him. “Let me just do one thing.”

Jester nods as Nott ducks back inside, leaving the door open a crack. She drapes her cloak over Yeza, hoping it’ll be enough to let him know she’s coming back.

“Alright,” she says when she gets outside, closing the door softly behind her. “What’s up?”

Jester looks down. “Well,” she says slowly. “How did last night go?”

Nott smiles at the memory of Yeza pulling the blankets to her. “Good. It went… good. Yeza is a very nice man,” she says. “He never stops surprising me.”

Jester fidgets a little with the hem of her skirt. “Did you…”

Nott blinks at her. “No! Of course not. He just spent a long time in jail, he was exhausted! He fell asleep the moment I tucked him in.” She flushes a bit. “I slept on the floor.”

Jester leans forward a little bit. “Alone?”

Nott flushes harder. “At first,” she says. “He woke up at-- at some point and pulled all the blankets over to me. I didn’t expect it but it…” she smiles again. “It made me so happy.”

“So you really didn’t like…?”

“Bone?” Nott supplies. “No, we didn’t.” She frowns. “Jester, I promise I don’t mean anything rude by this, but why are you so obsessed with my sex life?”

Jester seems to shrink a little. “Well I just-- with Mama and the books Caleb and Beau and I read and you know, Oskar… and then Fjord and Avantika fell in love--”

“I wouldn’t call it love,” Nott interjects.

“--and they, you know, did stuff probably, I could tell, and, you know… that’s how love is. The way the books are and the way it is with Mama. So isn’t that how it is for you and Yeza?”

Nott is stunned to silence. For an instant, she is reminded of a quiet evening in Felderwin when she was pregnant with Luke.

--

She’s sitting in a corner of Yeza’s workshop, sewing some of her favorite buttons carefully onto the eyes of the stuffed animals she’s been stitching up for weeks. Yeza’s standing at his work table, the quiet sounds of bottles clinking together and liquids bubbling away accompanying his soft humming. He stops humming abruptly, making her look up from her sewing.

“Honey?” she asks.

“How should we tell the baby the story of how we met?” Yeza asks, pushing the goggles he’s wearing up into his hair as he turns around.

She blinks. “You’re worried about--”

“No but really,” he cuts her off, coming over to kneel in front of her. “Should we tell them how it really happened?” He softens a bit when he looks up into her eyes. “I love the story, of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “But we should figure out how we want to tell it, right?”

A small smile crosses her face, slightly wicked. “Oh, honey, you’re right,” she says, playing up her sincerity, but making sure her teasing is clear, “how are we going to give our unborn baby the sex talk?”

Yeza flushes bright red and starts stuttering as he searches for a response. “W-- well it’s good to be prepared, isn’t it? We’ve never done this before and both of us want to--”

She laughs, setting aside the stuffed animal to rub a smudge of soot from his cheek. “You’ll be a great father, sweetie. I promise you. We'll figure it out when the time comes, stop driving yourself crazy over it.” Her eyes glint as she thinks to bring up an old argument. “You should devote that energy to putting yourself out there.”

Yeza’s blush doesn’t fade. He reaches up to rub the same spot on his forehead he always does. “I know I should I just--” a realization hits him and he looks up at her suspiciously. “Did you just use my concern over our child as a way to bring that up again?” he asks, sounding almost amused.

She hums and picks her sewing back up. “I don’t know,” she says. “Are you going to promote yourself more?”

--

She blinks the memory from her mind and looks up at Jester, who is visibly growing more uncomfortable with every second that passes without a reply. “Well--” she begins, just as Jester pulls the edges of her short green cloak further around her and starts shifting back away from her.

Jester speaks loud and fast as she moves. “It’s alright, it’s fine, I know lots of things about love and romance and stuff and I didn’t mean to ask about your private stuff and you don’t have to answer or anything I was just--”

Nott grabs her hand to stop her, tugging her back towards the door behind them. “C’mon,” she says, not taking no for an answer.

“Nott, what are you--” Jester lowers her voice as Nott closes the door behind them and she sees Yeza curled up among blankets and pillows on the floor, Nott’s cloak over him. “--doing?” she whispers. "Doesn't he need sleep?”

Nott waves her question off, crossing the room and kneeling down next to Yeza. “Yeza,” she says gently, one hand shaking his shoulder. He doesn’t stir, chest still rising and falling slowly as he sleeps. “Yez, honey, sweetheart--” he curls towards her and she knows she’s making progress “--love of my life, brilliant chemist of my heart, it’s time to get up, I need your help.”

Yeza groans softly and tries to bat her hand away, pulling her cloak over his head.

Nott rolls her eyes in amusement, largely for Jester’s benefit, grinning when it earns her a giggle. She abandons her soft shaking of his shoulder to gently proad his side. “Oh Mr. Brenatto,” she says in a soft sing-song voice. He groans again. She sighs. “Sweetie, if you don’t get up now I’m banning you from alchemy until--” Yeza’s head emerges from the cloak. She grins. “Good morning.”

“That’s playing dirty,” Yeza complains as he rubs sleep from his eyes.

“It’s not playing dirty, I just know you,” she says with a grin. It falters after a moment, as Yeza says nothing. He just looks her slowly up and down and she starts to wonder if sleep was what he needed to bring clarity--

He interrupts her thoughts by reaching out and tentatively letting his fingers touch her cheek. He breathes out a sigh and it takes her a moment to register that it’s of relief. A smile breaks out across his face. “It wasn’t a dream,” he says, so softly she almost misses it. “You’re as warm as you were yesterday.” His smile widens into the goofy grin that she loves so much.

She flushes a little and looks down. “Yeah it’s-- it’s no dream,” she says, “I’m really here and I’m really… you know…”

Yeza ducks his head a little bit to catch her gaze, reaching up to tuck some loose hair behind her ear. “Veth,” he says. “You’re here. That’s-- that’s more than I could've dreamed of.” He looks up into her eyes. “I love you, yeah?”

She doesn’t look away. “Yeah.”

Yeza’s smile says don’t you forget it . “Now, what did you need my help with?”

In that instant she remembers Jester’s still in the room. “Oh!” She points over his shoulder at Jester, who waves sheepishly as Yeza turns. “Jester’s here. I had an idea.”

Yeza’s bewildered by the statement, but Jester seems to put things together. “You don’t need to do that,” she begins, but Nott’s already shaking her head.

“Sweetie, remember when you were nervous about giving Luke the talk ?”

Yeza flushes. “ That part was all you. I was worried about telling him about--”

“--how we met,” Nott finishes with him, nodding. “Well, I found a solution! We can tell Jester, as practice.”

Yeza blinks a few times. “You want us to give your friend the…”

“Exactly. Well, not exactly. Sort of. I want us to teach her about love.”

His eyebrows furrow as he tries to put the scattered pieces together. “Well… Luke’s five,” he says. “I should hope we wouldn’t be doing it this toosoon. And I’m assuming she knows more than he would about things but… okay? If you want us to.” He looks up at Jester. “If you’re alright with it, Miss Jester?”

Jester nods, looking a little embarrassed.

Nott beams at him and gestures for Jester to join them on the floor. She comes over and settles herself down on some of the blankets, pulling a pillow onto her lap. Nott sits facing her, one hand gripped in Yeza’s.

“ Well ,” Nott says. “Why don’t we start with you telling Jester how we first kissed?”

Yeza flushes. Jester tips her head to the side and goes to say something, but Nott gestures for her to wait. “I-- I’d always thought Veth was super pretty, and her collections were really cool, and everyone made fun of her for it and I didn’t get why. And so I said something to one of the other boys and then, well, once you say something like that to them they never forget it and so a few weeks later we were playing a game and…” he fidgets a little. “One of them dared me to kiss her, and I felt terrible because what was she gonna think if our first kiss was a dare, and then she agreed, and I really couldn’t back out then-- and I didn’t really want to back down-- and then it was wonderful and that was that…”

“Oh!” Jester says. “I knew that, didn’t I? You said it was a dare!”

Yeza flushes harder. “She knew?”

Nott beams. “Just that it was a dare. I just love it when you tell that story,” she admits, and Yeza buries his face in her shoulder.

“My wife is trying to kill me,” he mutters into her shoulder.

Nott laughs and rubs his back. “I’m sorry, honey, I promise I won’t tease you anymore.”

Yeza lifts his head.

“Want to take it away with the story of our first time?”

He turns red again, looking between her and Jester for a second.

Nott bursts out laughing. “I’m kidding,” she says, “I won’t tease you anymore now.”

“You really are trying to kill me,” he says, his voice full of wonder and love and not at all matching the words.

She leans her head on his shoulder. Jester’s watching them carefully, looking between both of their faces. “Our first date wasn’t even called a date,” Nott says, closing her eyes. “The next day he came by my house with a handful of buttons and invited me to come pick flowers with him.”

“Supplies,” Yeza pipes up. “I needed some alchemy supplies and I knew Veth collected flowers sometimes so I guess, yes, I invited her to pick flowers.”

“You fell into the river, trying to pick a flower for me,” Nott says, her tone all affection.

Yeza laughs lightly. “It was worth it,” he says. “You laughed.”

“And fell in love,” Nott adds with a smile.

Jester pulls a pillow onto her lap. “Can I ask something?”

Yeza and Nott nod.

“What does that mean to you guys? That you fell in love.”

They exchange looks. “Well,” Yeza says, scratching his forehead. “I guess there’s different kinds. Of falling in love. It didn’t just happen once.”

Nott pokes his side gently. “When’d you fall in love with me.”

“Would it be cheesy to say I still am?”

Nott bursts out laughing. “Incredibly so,” she says. She grins. “But say more.”

“Well, it’s just… you never stop learning new things about the person you love, right? When you start to love them or when you marry them or you've been married for years, that doesn’t mean you two are going to be the same always. You’re going to change,” he looks down at Nott, who has stopped laughing and is gripping the side of his shirt tightly. “But that change just means you get to fall in love with something a little bit new. It’s not something to be afraid of, it’s something to be… excited about.”

Nott turns her face into his shoulder to hide the tears forming in her eyes. “That answer your question, Jes?” she asks.

Jester leans forward, staring at Yeza intently. “What does it feel like? What does it-- mean? In my books, they say it’s like something tugging at you and you can’t stay away from them. Like you just gotta… you know!”

Yeza leans back a little. “W--well, I wouldn’t say it’s like I have to…” he blushes. “But something always did pull me to her. I wanted to get to know her. And then when I started getting to know her, I wanted to get to know her more. She’s like… the most complex and interesting alchemical formula! Every time you think you have it figured out, you discover something new, and it’s endlessly interesting and you’re always going to be amazed and surprised and-- oh!” he looks down. “Sorry, I got a bit off topic.”

“You really love alchemy, huh?”

Yeza nods. “I love it almost as much as I love Veth. And Luke. It’s one of my favorite things, Miss Jester.”

Jester sits back, nodding slowly.

Nott finally sits up from where she’s buried her face in Yeza’s shoulder. “What are some of your favorite things, Jes?”

“My favorite things?” Jester asks, frowning thoughtfully. “Well there’s mama, and the Traveler, and all of you guys, and Kiri--”

Nott cuts her off. “Not people, but things. You know, like buttons. Or flowers. Or a good glass of liquor.”

“Let’s stick with those first two,” Yeza adds. “And it can also be activities. Like alchemy, if that’s what makes you happy.”

Jester fidgets with the chain of the holy symbol attached to her waist. “Pastries,” she says. “Painting. A good prank-- does that count?”

Yeza and Nott nod encouragingly.

“Then definitely a good prank. And unicorns. Oh! Nugget and Sprinkle,” she scratches under the chin of the weasel under her hood. “I guess they count as people, don’t they?” She tips her head thoughtfully. “Not people… honey! Honey makes me happy. Definitely. So does dancing, and pink's my favorite color so I get happy when I see it, and--”

Nott is grinning. “Alright, Jessie, alright, we get the point. You don’t have to list them all. Just… take how all of those make you feel, okay?”

Jester thinks for a moment. “They make me feel… warm. And bubbly. And good.”

“That’s what it is.”

Jester blinks. “It?”

“Love,” Nott says, leaning forward to tap Jester’s nose. “Take all of those feelings, bundle them up, and see how it feels in your chest. When you meet someone who makes you feel like that? That’s how you know.”

“But… Mama makes me feel like that. You do. Kiri does. Everyone in the Mighty Nein does.”

Nott nods.

“There’s more than one kind of love, Miss Jester,” Yeza supplies.

“I love Luke, and Yeza, and you, and everyone else. But not in the same way. That’s why you find the person who makes you feel like that in a way that no one else does. Sometimes it takes a while to figure it out, but… you will.” Nott smiles. “Besides, you’ve got me, and I’m an expert on romance.”

“That… makes sense,” Jester says. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger, thinking. “Can I ask you guys more things later? If I think of them?”

Nott and Yeza exchange a look. “Of course,” Nott says. “If we can help, we will. Like I said, I’m an expert in these things. And my husband can definitely hold his own, too.”

Jester smiles, leaning forward and giving the two of them a tight hug. “Thank you,” she says, and her hand tightens in the back of Nott’s coat.

“Of course, Miss Jester,” Yeza says.

Nott rubs Jester’s back lightly and makes a promise to herself. If a single possible suitor even looks at Jester wrong, she’ll be all over them before they can get another word out. “Anytime, Jes,” she whispers. "Anytime."

[hungryhungrymuses]

"I don't care. Get them off of me now! Jesus. When i say let's do something, i mean like call an airlift to get me out of here or i don't know turn me into a personal side show for people to poke and proad and embarrass." Chloe will never admit how hot that last sentence made her feel.

Cue Warrior scooting towards Chloe, wanting to stuff her immensely.

Not long did her walk into the blobs immense size. Raising an eyebrow at the being who walked into her, she turned as much as she could next to them. “Can i help you?” The whale sized punk asked.

[sonicexelle-junkary]

THE FELLA GOT AN UPDATE! Look at him in all his stinky glory! Give him a bath. He’s got a bit of new information as well, not much.

Old design

Mascot is some form of an eldritch abomination that has stuck itself in an old mascot suit that was left in an abandoned mall. It spends his time just wandering the abandoned mall alone, minding its business and occasionally hanging out with any animal that comes by.

It doesn’t speak, but it can mimic certain sounds, similar to a parrot. It normally creates a choking or gurgling sound, but often whimpers and huffs. Occasionally it repeats a word that it has heard someone say before.

It’s very curious, but also extremely shy. Best way to deal with him is to leave him alone and don’t provoke him. Being provoked or harmed will make him lash out and attack whoever is near. Most of the time it will kill or at least fatally wound the person near it.

Occasionally it will take any human corpses it has and it will drag or carry them around, acting like it’s someone who is alive. People who are dead don’t hurt him, so he’s not afraid of them. It doesn’t know the concept of death.

The mascot suit it has stuck itself in acts as a sort of protective camouflage. Blending itself into the environment, as well as keeping it safe from most harm. Most of the time when it’s not walking around, it’s sitting slumped over in a corner.

While it doesn’t need the head to see, it often turns and tilts it, as if mimicking other people. The head can’t be easily taken off, but if it is, normally there is nothing inside of it. Despite it not being in or needed the head of the suit, it will still get upset if the head is removed, panicking and lashing out at whoever is closest till it gains its head back.

Despite any urban legend it has created, and any thoughts of death or what have you that people rumour, it is actually fairly sweet. Often if not provoked it will curiously examine whoever is near. Sometimes it will just stare for a while before walking off, but on occasion it will poke and proad, even grab parts of someone to look at closely. It’s not the most gentle, but it doesn’t mean any harm.

[aldahi-rp]

"More then your HEALTH?!" Belle demanded.

"I am treating him" Whale argued at about the same time "I'm doing everything in my power to keep your boyfriend alive, it's not my fault he won't work with me. But, when I save his life with science, you can repay me by letting me buy you a drink sometime."

"That- that is INAPPROPRIATE!!" Belle said, incensed.

And then as she realized, "And you're STILL doing it! You don't have to bring up "science" with every sentence!!"

Everyone in this room was making Belle angry! She had half a mind to storm off with no particular destination. In fact she took three steps to that effect...

...but then she stopped.

Rumple hadn't been able to make it across the room without collapsing.

And a moment ago he had lain there looking so miserable both physically and emotionally. She couldn't abandoned him to the poking and proading of strangers.

Or maybe Rumple would see her leaving as a sign that he had fulfilled his obligation to her and was free to leave as well.

Either way she couldn't walk out that door. So she rounded on them both instead.

"You are both behaving like CHILDREN! Putting some petty squabble above a human life! A life I very much value, by the way! So just. STOP!"

Tainted Blood || Belle and Rumple

@aldahi-rp

“Judging by the condition you were in when you came in here” Whale said, connecting him up to a saline drip himself because most of his nursing staff still seemed to stop just shot of actually PUNCTURING the Dark One with a needle, “It looked like your magic was handling the situation VERY effectively.”

“Stop it!”. Belle said all of a sudden.  “BOTH of you!  It doesn’t matter if science or magic fixes this, as long as it gets FIXED!  Why don’t you work TOGETHER instead of bickering?  With all of this…” She gestured to the tubes and wires and beeping things, “… stuff.  And Rumple, with all your magic, I am sure working together you could get your body temperature and all those numbers back where they belong!  And that would be a START.  So why don’t you pause this stupid argument and work together long enough for Rumple, you to get better, and Doctor, you to do your job and help save a life!”

Rumple didn’t want to work with Whale.  He wanted to go back to his house, and solve this problem on his own.  He wanted to find the tea bag that had gotten away when he collapsed.  He wanted to use that tea bag to find the person responsible for poisoning him, and maybe get some answers about what the poison was so that he could fix it.  Fix it with his magic.

He did not want to be here, having Whale try to solve the problem with science.

“It does matter,” Rumple said.

He wasn’t willing to just give up on the science vs magic debate.  The only reason he was tolerating Whale’s science for the moment was the deal he’d made with Belle.  That deal had not included working with Whale, or dropping the argument.