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[smallblueandloud]

because dear @saecookie asked: here's the fic

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#5

I like it

Warnings: None, really dfgyuidfghj. They’re just being silly and having fun! Lee!Basil and Ler!Sunny with brief Lee!Sunny and Ler!Basil. About 1.600 words.

Kanene’s notes: Okay okay so I read @tickly-killer‘s tickle headcanons for Sunny and Basil and got a lot of inspiration because aaaa! They’re so a d o r a b l e!! I wanted to write about Sunny randomly tickling hsi friends but I wasn’t able to squeeze that in this fic so dcfghjkfghj let’s see in the future! Because now I def want to write more about those beans having fun. <33

[~*~]

"It's dumb but I kind of like it? I am not sure why!" Basil hugged his dino plushie close. His eyes jumped quickly between staring at his fuzzy new green socks and trying to decipher Sunny's expression, the glances getting progressively slower as he realized nothing but understanding and a small glint of awe stared back at him. 

Sunny always seemed to understand him.

"It's nice." Basil continued when Sunny didn't say anything, feeling a bit bolder when his friend blinked at him, attentive at every word that left his mouth. "I always liked to laugh and... tickling never fails to get us to laugh, right?" He smiled, shyly hiding part of his face on his plushie again. "And it's playful too. Hero is always tickling giving Kel birthday tickles when he is still too energetic to go to bed after his party and Aubrey likes to pull tickle fights when we're all together..." At the memories of loud laughter, joyful teases and friendly shoves both teens stared at the ceiling with smiles on their faces. The moon high in the sky and the tiredness that slowed their movements showed how late their sleepover got but, still, between sleepy giggles and warm hugs, none of them had the courage to call it a night. That was when whispered secrets began to fill the room. Basil turned a bright - and still a tad flustered - smile in Sunny's direction. "... I just think that I like tickling because it makes me feel closer to you guys."

Sunny stared right back at him, and for a second the fog of sleep cleared from his mind, making him too much aware of how hot his cheeks are and how crazy everything must sound to his friend. How embarrassing. What was he thinking? So silly. All of this was just so silly and embarrassing, and he shouldn't just go telling things like this without even thinking about, what was he thin-

"I don't think it's dumb."

Basil let out a loud squeak, making both boys freeze when Kel squirmed on the bed next to them, breathing stopping for a second before his snores began to fly in the air again. Sunny let out a relieved sigh, noticing how nor Hero or Aubrey's asleep form seemed to react to the blonde's squeal. Basil took a few deep breaths to clear his head. In for seven, hold for four, out for eight and repeat. The same routine for when the dark thoughts tried to be too much.

When his blue eyes opened they found concerned black ones. Basil held Sunny's hand and gently squeezed, a relaxed smile in his face showing the other that he was truly okay.

Sunny nodded. He scooted over, pressing their bodies together in the shared mattress on the floor, his words a whisper. "I think it's cute."

Basil's shoulders bounced as he held his flustered titters, the honesty on his friend's tune doing nothing to quell the blush slowly creeping to his neck. "Thank you, Sunny..."

The other looked at him then around the room, eyes unfocused as if he was pondering about something before nodding at himself and letting their eyes locked themselves together again. Basil wondered if he was going to share a secret, too.

They stared at each other. Sunny’s lips quirked upwards and for some reason Basil felt shiver run down his spine, making a wobbly tune take over his smile. Sunny just tilted his head, like a confused puppy, before slowly pulling both of his hands up, fingers wiggling in the air.

"Sunny!" A quiet gasp left his mouth, body instinctively trying to squirm away however failing as his back pressed on a cold wall, giggles already bubbling and jumping in excitement in his chest as the offending hands got closer and closer and closer to him. 

Sunny only grinned in response, feigning an attack and fishing a yelp from the other, who was quick to cover his lips with his right hand, using the other to try to bap the teasy fingers away in a silly fight that last less than a minute. Soft snorts began to paint his words. 

"I am going to wake them up, Sunny!" Sunny, the traitor, only snickered in amusement, deciding to finally attack the other's sensitive neck with a series of light scribbles and nimble scratches, being oh, so careful to go all the way up to tease for a few seconds the spot behind his ears before going back down and giving a bit of attention to his collarbone. "Sunny!" 

Both boys couldn't help their big smiles at the high pitched, muffled giggles that were quick to become quiet squeaks as that lovely spot right under Basil's chin was targeted, making the blonde bounce on the spot in an attempt to get rid of the giddy energy which seemed to spread across all his nerves, especially when Sunny changed his attack to softly prod and poke at his ribs, leaving a trail of tingles everywhere he touched. "Plehehehease!"

"Don't worry." Sunny stopped the tickles to adjust himself, pulling his friend closer so he would be able to hide his face on his chest, an opportunity Basil immediately took, muffling even more the snorts and yelps that blossomed on his voice. Sunny chuckled happily at the sight. "I will stop before you get too loud." He promised,  experimenting a light squeeze at his belly and deciding against tickling the spot when a bark of laughter momentarily filled the air, which led him to firmly rub the skin and to not only chase the remains of the ticklish feeling away but also make the other basically melt on his embrace. 

He placed the information in a folder and put it away for another day.

"I like your laughter." He pointed, his fingertips trailing on the ticklish skin of the other's back, tapping their way up and down on his spine, humming contently with Basil's snickers, "and I like that you like it. It's a good way to make you smile."

He squirmed a bit when his friend's hands rested on his sides, almost clawing at the ticklish spot, probably as he tried to keep his balance. Sunny felt his own attack become wobbly, being thrown away by the sudden tickly sensation. He squirmed a tad more, trying to dislodge the hands.

It didn't work.

"But do you know what I also like a lot?" Basil's voice, even though still full of bubbly laughter, held a hit of something else. Sunny looked down, wide eyes finding blue ones mischievously shining in mirth. 

Basil's joyful smirk only grew bigger at the redness that covered the tip of Sunny's ears, quickly nodding at his friend when said one shook his head in response, already knowing the answer for his question.

He decided to answer anyway. "Revenge!" He whisper-shouted, carefully pinching his usually quiet friend's sides, almost squealing in pure delight with the way Sunny became boneless at his touch, hands hugging himself and cheeks puffed out in his herculean effort to hold in all the laughter.

"You're so cute, Sunny." He almost didn't realize when the words left his mouth, his fingers spidering their way to the so guarded armpits, too much in awe with the titters that escaped from other's tightly pressed lips. It has been a time since they had a tickle fight, he almost forgot how happy they made him feel.

"You're both cuter when you're sleeping, though."

It took everything in the blonde to not scream and wake up the whole city at the new voice, his body immediately jumping and turning around to stare at the yawning Hero with a wide stare.

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79 notas - publicadas em 27 de janeiro de 2022

#4

Come here, I have a surprise!

Warnings: None, really dfgyuidfghj. They’re all just being dramatic and having fun! Lee!Isabella and Lee!Mirabel with Ler!Luisa because I am weak for the idea of someone being tickled while being picked up. About 1.000 words.

Kanene’s notes: THIS LITERALLY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JUST A QUICK THING AND SDFGHJUKILODFGHJ. W h y.

Anyway ONE MORE NEW FANDOM XDDD I wasn’t sure if Luisa really calls Mirabel “hermanita” on the movie since I didn’t watched it in spanish (yet :3) and she does that on the portuguese dub but I hope it is still cute and in character anyway. This is just a fun crazy fic I did because why not, am I right? x) 

I didn’t review this before posting so a few things can be confusing. Hope it is still enjoyable anyway. Have a nice day! :DD

[~*~]

“Camilo!” She whisper-shouted, looking over her shoulder with a wary manner. Everything seemed fine right now, but for how long would it stay that way? Her knuckles rasped and knocked coincidentally on the face engraved on the wood door, colliding with a bit more of force than it was necessary, which would be exactly what she would be doing if that little gremlin doesn’t open the door right in that damn inst-

The floor trembled under her feet.

Oh no.

“Camilo! Camilo, quick open the door. Camilo!” The tremor got stronger. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no. That wasn’t good. That really wasn’t good. Now there was no way the one on the other side of the wall wasn’t listening to it too. She was running out of time. Her knocks became more desperate. “Camilo, I know you’re there! Open the door! You know I can’t hide in my room, she will find me!!” A loud scream echoed in the distance, with a quick, sad look to the sky Mirabel prayed for Isabela. More specifically she prayed to NOT have the same fate as her older sister. Her knocks turned to full slamming her fists on the wood.

There was loud laughter blossoming in the distance.

The floor only trembled more, the sound of thundering footsteps filling the air in sync with the beat.

“Camilo! I swear, I swear I am going to eat all your arepas! I am going to grab your special coffee and give it all to Antonio’s friend if you don’t open that door right now, Camilo!” Her threats were answered with an affronted gasp from the other side, a resounding click of a door being locked pertinently dancing around her.

The loud laughter got closer. Uncontrollable giggles mixed with a playful voice full of words she couldn’t decipher right now.

“No, Camilo! I was kidding, I was kidding!” 

“Mirabel! Found you, hermanita!” Her back collided when with a spin the one being called turned to stare at the scene in front of her, fists still knocking on her cousin’s door. Luisa stared right back at her with a gigantic grin, totally unfazed with the squirming form of Isabella dangling on her shoulder, squeaky, snorty laughter flooding freely from her lips as she did her best to wiggle away from the hand holding her in the place while delivering plenty of squeezes and pinches to her sweet tickle spot. Mirabel’s eyes were pried from Isa’s fate to focus on the way Luisa opened her other arm in invitation, stepping closer. “Come here, Mira, I got a surprise for you.”

Mirabel smiled wobbly at her, pressing her back even more on the door, as if the younger one tried enough, she would become one with Casita.

“Camilo, please, I am sorry for threatening your coffee, okay? Please, Camilo, I will owe you one, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleas-”

The door moved just the tiniest bit, with the corner of her eye Mirabel was able to see brown eyes peeking from the tiny crack opened. 

Bless Camilo’s companionship, his loyalty, his kindness and their story. She knew nothing would be able to make him betray their incredible strong bond formed over stealing food in the middle of the night, she should never had doubted her favorite, bold, good cousin and his true brave heart-

“I am sure that if Camilo opens the door he can also see the surprise.” Luisa’s smile only grew bigger at her, sharp with playfulness and soft around the corners. Mirabel cursed under her breath.

“Yeah, no.” The crack closed, Mirabel cried in protest at the same time Isabella squealed, Luisa now adjusting her with a careful jolt that made the older sister scream with a joy she would forever deny and changing her attack to dance her fingers on her ribs, focusing in that spot right in the middle of the highest rib that fished bubbly, weaker giggles. “She has that look on her face. The same mom and aunt’s get when they’re about to wreck us or to say something embarrassing about our days as babies.” He forced an exaggerated cheer in his next words, mimicking Luisa’s voice and tune. “Either way, good luck with your surprise!”

“Traitor!” Mirabel glared daggers at the door. Maybe if she had enough determination and heat she would be able to melt the object and hit her traitorous cousin. A suspicious footstep clicked behind her and she turned around quickly only to see that now Luisa was two feet closer to her, her free hand wiggling her fingers in an invitation still. Butterflies began to fly crazy in her stomach, anticipatory giggles jumping excitedly on her chest. 

“No one told you both to prank her.”

“But she looked so cute with that cat noses and whiskers on her face and the flowers on her haEEEK-” in a blink Mirabel’s foot wasn’t touching the ground anymore and the whole world become a mix of colors before her was laid on Luisa’s left shoulder, her hand quickly worming her way to her underarm, laughing happily when she was rewarded with a loud shriek.

She jolted both younger and older sisters on her shoulders, ignoring their synchronized squeals of protest.

“I am sorry!!” Mirabel said amidst her laughter. “It was Isabella’s idea!”

“Was it?” Luisa hummed, walking in the direction to her room calmly, waving at Bruno’s amused face when she passed.

“She is lying!”

“Am not!”

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111 notas - publicadas em 30 de janeiro de 2022

#3

Pspsps, come here

Kanene’s Notes: I wrote clever gremlin Sun and Moon with Sun being an overly excited puppy and Moon a teasy bastard and I regret  n o t h i n g. You can pry this happy and soft scenario from my dead cold hands.

Warnings: This is a tickle fanfic with Reader Insert with Neutral Gender Reader (they/them) and Lee!Reader with Ler!Sun & Ler!Moon. Moon and Sun are separated animatronics and are not brothers here. Can be viewed as romantic or platonic. You all live together. Around 5.000 words. It has nicknames, playful teasing, raspberries, fluff, cuteness and they trying to convince the reader to go sleep.

[~*~]

"No." 

You squinted your eyes at the animatronic perched on the top of your fridge, faceplate spinning for a second before his smirk grew wider, his hand making a 'move closer' gesture in your direction. 

“Not a chance.” You repeated slowly, savoring the words as you crossed your arms and defiantly retreated farther on the illuminated living room, very aware that  the animatronic wouldn't try to follow you with his aversion for artificial lights. 

(You wondered if his eyes, for being overly adjusted to see and move perfectly in the dark held some kind of sensitivity for lightness in general. You both should look into that later. It definitely wasn't comfortable to irritatedly hiss at lamps every time you made a move to flick the switch.) 

"Pspspspsps." His raspy voice glitched in an amused manner, drops of snickers falling from his mouth together with this truly compelling argument, totally underrated by your frown and impressive glare. Red eyes glinted stronger with mischief. "Come on, Moonlight, why don't you move closer? ~" 

You showed him your middle finger. Louder crackled chuckles filled the air.

"Naughty, so naughty. That kind of language is forbidden in the daycare." Moon's head bobbed from a side to another, clearly more than amused at your current predicament. For a moment the mental image of a cat flicking its tail twinkled on your mind. 

"This is not the daycare. This is my house and I am an adult who is allowed to go to bed as late as I want." You did not highlight the last part with a pout. Shush. You can’t prove anything.

"Of course, of course." For some reason, he agreeing with you brought a bigger sense of dread than anything else. Although there wasn't much time to think about it when the six feet tall animatronic in all its metallic glory jumped from his high hiding spot and consequently made your heart stop for a hot second, fearing for the integrity of your floor tiles. However, with an exaggerated flourish and a way too much smug click of joints, he laid on the ground with a surprisingly soft thump.

"But," his voice dragged you from your own mind. Your thoughts were really distracting today... 

Probably a consequence of your latest restless nights but you were just not about to admit it. This was now a battle of principles. 

"But," Moon repeated, his gaze much more piercing than before. You wondered if he was discreetly checking your vitals again. "A certain human agreed to let us help if they diverted far, way too far, from their usual sleep schedule. Using any, any, any means necessary." You gulped. Damn, Past You, how could you betray Present You so easily? "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you, starlight?" 

"I have no idea what you're talking about." 

"No? Ohoho. Maybe we can refresh your memory." His smile grew. The hair on the nape of your neck standed, a shiver running down your spine as your instincts realized there was something strange in your surroundings just too late.

A shadow hoovered nearby.

"Right, Sunny?" 

Strong arms hugged you from behind. "Righty, right! Of course! You see, sunlight, moonshine, our light! Each one of the daycare attendants are equipped with a voice recorder to guarantee the safety and security of your children with the highly specialized tech developed by the Piz-” Gradually, Sun’s voice gained a more neutral tone as he recited the programmed speech inserted on his code. In the middle of his sentence a buzzing sound cut his speech and you felt him shaking his head, very much likely pushing the warning embriebed on his programing away. It didn’t take long before his usual upbeat voice appeared again. “Yes, yes, yes! Lots of adults would stop getting in trouble when we told them that. Lots and lots. hehehe”

Feet dangling centimeters away from the ground (why did they have to be so tall?), you tried to loosen his hold in vain, squirming as a halfhearted groan mixed with your protests. “Sundrop, wait. Babe, you can’t just betray me like that!”

“Sorry, sunflower,” came his reply devoid of a single drop of regret. He lowered his faceplate right in front of you, smiling in an equally apologetic and amused manner. A roll of rays (which were much more unimpressed and entertained than an energetic excited spin and not to be confused with the angry rotation of rays) made a soft breeze hit your face as you ironically repeated his words under the breath. A light pinch on your side made it all stop. “But we promised to help. And you know how I hate to break my promises... or to see you exhausted any longer.”

A warm feeling blossomed immediately on your chest at his sweet, kind words, knowing very well how much care those held. To be honest, your heart kind of melted a bit. However, months of sharing a house with the celestial animatronics taught a thing or two about that playful shine on the robotic lens and their ability to use their cuteness for pure evil.  

You managed to free one of your arms to point at him accusingly.

“You don’t dare to be sweet with me right now, mister.” His puppy eyes seemed to only get bigger and more pleading, arms cradling your body closer to the soft chest. You refused to crumble under such a clear adorable attack. “I know very well you’re just trying to distract me while Moon dim the lights, Sun.”

With a startled yelp, the night themed one almost let go of the broom he was using to poke at the switch and set it on a darker mode, his features not even a tad ashamed as your accusing gaze clued on him. 

“D e m o n.” You fingerspelled at him.

“Guilty as charged.” His own precise signaling was quick to follow, his sentence tauntly ending with a wave - fingers wiggling in your direction - at the same time Sun spun and turned your body to face him, a hand dramatically clutching at his chest as if he had taken a shot. 

“Your doubts of our love wound me, firefly! Oh, oh, oh the pain! The distrust! The unfairness of your mean, mean, mean words is breaking me apart!”

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151 notas - publicadas em 30 de maio de 2022

#2

Good Night, Sun

Warnings: Raspberries, Angst, Nightmare (mentioned), Hurt/Comfort, Cheer up tickles, Lee!Sun and Ler!Moon. About 1.600 words.

Kanene’s notes: So I have a new fandom SDFGHJKDFTGYHJU. Okay, okay, I was in a v boring writer block until I re-watched @sid-is-screaming amazing TikTok with Sun and Moon being just the custest beans and then a sudden motivation hit me because!!! Cheer up tickles!!!! So yay! Fic! I am not gonna lie, I still need some more pratice to understand fully their personalities but this is already a start. I hope you all like this. Hope you have a comfy day, beans. Take care!

[~*~]

"M...Moon..." 

It was just a weak whisper, almost inaudible with the way it was pronounced, the usually so excited animatronic not even being sure if he would be heard by his sound asleep brother. 

It was a good thing - he decided as his eyes followed Moon when the called slowly blinked awake, his confusion, even if clear on his expression, being pushed aside as he sat next to him, eying warily the tears that ran freely across Sun’s faceplate, trying to lock their gazes unsuccessfully - that they were so carefully equipped with sensitive sensors prepared to analyze and capture the tiniest hint of any distress sound and quickly find their sources, keeping it easier to find and help scared - or scarred - kids. 

And animatronics too, as it seems.

"Sun?" His voice slurred with the way his wires and functions began whirring to life. The blue one realized it was way too dark for them to be fully charged, meaning that there were very few reasons for the other animatronic to be there, none of them being very good. 

Sun sniffed miserably, arms hugging himself, no answer leaving him. Moon calmly prodded again. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

And Sun didn’t found his words to answer because he actually didn’t want to be up, he didn’t want to literally shake with the way energy flowed inside of every single one of his wires, making his endoskeleton tremble in what, in any other situation, would have him perfectly hyped up to play with childrens, but right now just lead to a series of unpleasant shocks to travel through his spine, making his fingers hold his arms tighter. He just- he couldn’t- he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stop the flashes of those awful, horrible moments which kept dancing in front of his eyes in explosions of red, orange and fire, oh god, the fire felt so real and horrible and burning and getting closer, closer, closer at every single second and it didn’t mattered how much he brought his brother close to him, how much they hugged and tried to find an exit, there was no escape, there was simply no escaping because the flames were everywhere and they were going to- they were going to-

A hand held his own - when did he start gesturing, again? - and pulled, the firm, yet gentle, sudden touch making the shadows of his nightmare pop out of existence in a fast piece of moment as he found himself lying on his brother’s chest, who just adjusted himself so they could rest more comfortably on the mattress, eyes widening as the other let out a quiet whimper, hugging him tightly.

‘That bad, huh?’  Moon sighed, not unkindly, a hand laying on top of Sun’s head, softly running his fingers across his rays feeling the corner of his mouth quirk upwards with the way Sun immediately relaxed on his hold, a stray, much weaker, sniffle leaving him.

“Sounds like a bad one. Our neuro system can really suck, sometimes.” The other huffed in a tired kind of approval and Moon quietly softened at the good signal that the reaction was, mentally shaking himself awake. It was decided, even before the moment he saw those tears, he wouldn’t fall asleep until his brother did so, it was the least he could do for the one who always brought a smile on his face, never leaving his side independently of the situation. 

He hummed in thought, searching for a good topic to distract Sun from his own thoughts. 

“Have I ever told you about the dream I had in which we were both part of that old show, the one with those two inventor kids who  live in an eternal summer vacations, and Vanessa was our older sister but for some reason she only talked by singing?”

“W-what?!” Sun sputtered, a light already beginning to take space on his eyes as he stared at the other in an amused confusion. “No you didn’t. Why didn’t you!?” His lips turned in a wobbly line, giving his voice a bouncy tune. “Vanessa singing, I can’t believe it.”

“I never told you because I knew you would try to pull her to the karaoke nights, that is why.” Sun snorted at the mental image, quickly hiding his faceplate on Moon’s chest, shoulder’s shaking a little with the two or three giggles that he did his best to keep trapped. Moon playfully poked him between his shoulder blades, fishing another snort. “Quiet, you never know when she will be listening.”

“Stooop, don’t be mean! She is actually nice when you give her a chance, you know?”

“A kid could steal all of your glitter and you would still think they’re nice.”

“Hey! No!” Sun batted Moon’s finger away and it came back for another poke, looking at it warily for a second before jumping to defend his tiny, squishy human friend. “Gregory is a very great kid. He just needed the glitter for a project and he apologized after his timeout! One day we all will have a slumber party and you will see how well behaved he can be. Ask Freddy, he agrees with me.”

Moon huffed, the memory of Monty bad mouthing the young human as he tried to clean all the true mess of glitter his entire form was after the aforementioned’s prank led to equal parts of disbelief and amusement to fill his reaction. The kid has the courage, that he could give. 

The one in night themed pajamas was about to mention said prank to Sun, however, as he saw the way his brother was getting closer to pout he decided to grant a bit of mercy to their usual playful banter. He could be a bit more soft today. Just for Sun.

“Ok, ok. Now sush or I will never be able to tell you about the dream.” 

And then he started. Moon talked and talked, about that one and many other weird dreams he had, adjusting his voice box to its softest setting, letting his calm tune fulfill the room as the stories brought their attention away from the tears and those scary memories which hid on the dark corners of our mind.

Soon enough a barely muffled laughter yanked Moon out of his thoughts, the same grinning as he saw more and more giggles escaping from his brother’s lips.

“Oh, so this is funny to you, huh?” One of his hands began to scribble the other animatronic’s left side, fingers lightly dancing freely and nimbly across the sensitive spot, only seeming to get faster as a wider smile took over Sun’s expression. “Me being unable to move until naptime was over because a bunch of kids fell asleep in a pile on top of me it’s a very funny story to you, huh?”

“It t-tihihihickles, Moon!” A rather high pitched squeal broke his protest when his brother decided that his other hand was bored and tickling Sun’s unfairly ticklish cheeks was the only way to give it a proper enrichment. “Nohohoh, wait! No, no, n-not thehehere!”

“Why not? I think this is a very good spot. Here, I will show you.” He highlighted his words by blowing a raspberry on Sun’s cheek, being rewarded with a loud shriek and hands immediately pushing his face away, loud squeaks and wheezes mixing themselves in the laughter that danced in the air. “But maybe you would want a few tickly-tickly-tickles-”

“Eek! Dohohon’t call them thahahat!”

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234 notas - publicadas em 19 de janeiro de 2022

Meu post nº 1 de 2022

Ooh, requests are open??

Could I request a fic of Moon (FNAF) being a playful/teaser ler with male (or neutral) reader? I haven't been able to find many of him 🥺 👉🏻👈🏻

No worries if not tho 💜

~🌘

I give up from trying to write mini-fics sdfghjdfghj I got really excited with this because!! It's been such a long time since I wrote a xreader fic and I never tried to make it a tickle fic before so yaaaaay! I really hope you like this! <;33

I went for the neutral gender reader. Around 3.000 words. Can be viewed as platonic or romantic. No proofreading so some parts can be a bit confusing. Have a nice week :D

[~*~]

“Are you having fun, yet?”

The sudden raspy, robotic voice probably would scare you if it wasn’t the third time Moon questioned the same thing, his voice coming upwards and not so far away from your spot, showing that he decided to test the metallic cabs this time. You sighed, half exasperated, half amused as you took another sharp turn, ducking behind and under a few tunnels from the playground in hopes of throwing him out of your back. Finally opting for crouching under a yellow slide, you squinted at the animatronic as he headed the opposite direction of your hidden spot, trying to not step on a bunny plushie forgotten there - probably another squeaky toy, those seemed to be appearing just about everywhere these days. - Maybe Moon’s heat vision was malfunctioning? You made a mental reminder to come back to this later after all the tests were over.

Of course, if your superior knew that the way you both decided to conduct the tests to see if his new updates were running smoothly and correctly was through a series of games that somehow came to a heated Hide and Seek in the dark, you knew you would be listening a lot from her. However, how could you shut down Moon’s excitement by forcing him to repeat previously cataloged movements and answer thousands of redundants questions about ‘Are you having any problems staying still in the air? Spin non stop for one minute. Are you having any problems to stay still now? Spin non stop for two minutes changing from going from left to right and vice versa at every twenty seconds. Are you hav-’.

Yeah, you couldn’t exactly blame the petulant scoff that left the calmer daycare attendant when he read the first page of the tests, just as you couldn’t find in yourself any regrets for letting you to be dragged to his shenanigans when that gaze - usually so bored or tired - stared at you with a new chaotic light.

That is how you ended up in this situation, eyes following the blue form of Moon as he moved across the play area with his new suspension cabs, jumping on the playground to look inside the tunnels and around the climbing structure before floating in the air with a few pirouettes, probably enjoying the feeling of the exciting freedom that came with his new update.

The new system was created in an attempt to attract more kids and make Moon an even more visually more appealing character for the younger ones - who would, as consequence, convince their parents to spend more and more in marketables and tickets on the Daycare - since they have been receiving complaints from clients of how much ‘strict’ and ‘uncaring’ - especially for the kids who refused to respect the, as Moon himself proclaimed, sacred Nap Time - the night themed animatronic was with the children.

It was kind of sad, really, that those guardians focused so much on Sun's excited and energetic demeanor and declared that was the only one personality fitted to take care of kids. How they ignored the way Moon would create a schedule every day before the shopping opened so every kid would have a chance to choose a book to read during storytime, how they failed to notice the way he would make different voices for each character even when changing the tune and timbre of his chatterbox didn’t came naturally to him, or even his careful and kind - even if a bit sharp around the edges - actions was when the young ones had a nightmare and he immediately went to comfort them. Just a bit more of attention, or mayhaps just care, and any parent would see how a few shy kids, when the daycare was about to close and guardians waited in a fan of emotions to pick their child and take them home, shuffled closer to Moon and tugged his clothes, thanking him for spending time with them or handing back his noise canceling headphones.

Instead, plenty of clients and even employees kept throwing annoying comments, trying to jab an inexistent rivalry between both of the daycare attendants, receiving back a witted answer from nighthemed robot or an overly excited passive aggressive comment from the day themed one, who would never pass a chance to protect his brother.

So, yeah, you’re not about to deny him a few more minutes having fun with his new update

Besides, the prospect of being able to grab insufferable, careless guardians who shouted complaints at the flickest, stupidest things and throw them far away would be good for Moon’s general health, you’re sure. Not that he would ever do that - or at least you hoped he wouldn’t. Way too much paperwork to even be worth it, - but the fact that he would be able to could bring the true peace to his grumpy heart.

Going back to the present, a quiet chuckle left your mouth as you wrote down a few observations on almost the finished paper you needed to hand to your superior on the next day. Hopefully the support team wasn’t going to have too much work to make the necessary corrections you pointed out. If everything kept occuring well, the daycare attendant would have his new mean of transport in no time.

A cold feeling ran down your spine.

You couldn’t hear the metallic clicking sound of the animatronic moving around anymore.

Mentally cursing your distraction you moved just the slightest from your hiding spot, just to be able to take a better look at your surroundings, a strange chill running across your bones. There was always a strange sensation of electricity and wariness that accompanied childish objects when they were bathed by darkness and complete silence, an aspect that plenty of horror movies liked to play with and that had some scenes of the said ones start to play in front of your eyes. You wrinkled your nose, perhaps you should tune down the whole watching scary movies for a bit.

Another chill danced in cold waves across your nerves, leading the hair in the nape of your neck to stand and an invisible force to turn your head upwards, almost colliding with Moon’s face, which dangled - just like the rest of his body - a few centimeters above you. Even if he didn’t have the need to breathe, you could almost be sure a puff of air hit your features when the aforementioned opened his mouth, a pleased grin on his face.

“Found you. ~”

Things happened way too fast after that.

A blink and you stumbled to be in your feet.

A blink and the animatronic had to quickly retreat to not be headbutted.

Blink. You were running, excited giggles filling the air. Blink. You heard a soft ‘thump’ behind you, followed by quick footsteps. Blink and you impulsioned yourself forward, fuelled by the sinister snickers that got closer and closer to you.

Blink and something made you lose your ground.

A high pitched squeak echoed as your body fell to meet the cold floor of the daycare, your eyes catching a glimpse of something rubbish for a piece of seconds.

Those fucking cursed squeaky toys-

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[translightyagami]

just wrote another fic scene in a Starbucks and felt nostalgic for when i could waste time chewing on an over priced cookie in the cafe while almost on-purpose making myself late for work.

[amydancepants-peralta]

I think it’s safe to say we all have differing ‘how I got into B99′ stories.  Mine was fairly simple, watching on Netflix at the recommendation of a loved one, where somewhere between seasons 1 and 2 it became less of a background noise and more the show that I cannot stop watching.  

I didn’t even know if it was still airing in the US (if I recall correctly, it had never been on any of the mainstream Aussie channels, save for SBS reruns), and remember vividly the moment I googled and discovered not only was it still showing, Jake and Amy were getting MARRIED and the wedding was only a few weeks away. 🤯  I prayed to streaming gods and probably broke a few l*ws but finally watched it on a dodgy site that played everything in mirror perspective which was confusing but totally worth it.  Reading the cancellation news was a broken heart I had to carry on my own (I didn’t know anybody who still watched it, let alone to the level that I did), and I’m so glad it was only temporary.  

By the end of that year, I was writing fic for the fandom (starting with smut, because of course) and dipping my toes into a little world called Tumblr.

Here, I have found friends from literally all over the world.  People who love and appreciate the show, the cast ... all the little things that make it as great as it is.  We’re artists and lovers and humans who created and shared and celebrated each other as life moved along with the show.  We have grown, and changed - some have even moved on - and sure, tonight may be the final rollercoaster we get to ride, but look how far we’ve come!

Years from now, we might be doctors or lawyers or honestly, just humans trying their very best to maintain the illusion of being ‘responsible adults’ (is that one directed at myself? absolutely).  But underneath it all there will always be a little spot for a show called Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and I'm so thankful I got to share at least some of the time with you all.  ♥️

[sinnabee]

YOU ESCAPE TO ROTINI AFTER HURTING ME LIKE THIS???? PILLOW????? PILLOW WHERE IS TBE REST OF IT. WHERE IS THE REST OF THE FIC WHERE THEY LET ECLIPSE STAY AND REPAIR HIM. LIKE YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD. PILLOW???? PILLOW IM GRABBING YOU AND YOUR ROTINI AND SHAKING YOU

P I L L O W

NOTE: although I've now finished Ruin, this was written for fun when I had only seen the first half. Its relation is limited

(Wasn't) Worth Fixing by clutterspace

You find the Daycare Attendant of your childhood hidden behind your apartment building, severely damaged.

You... probably weren't intended to.

G | Words: 1,386 | Chapters: 1/1

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Your mother used to work as a technician at the pizza place half-way across town when you were little. It took some time for you really memorize the name—Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex—when all you did as a young child was raise your hands up high to your mother so tall and ask when you could go to pizza.

For every day she had gone to work, she brought you with her. You boundlessly scribbled in Freddy Fazbear themed colouring books with crayon on the near silent bumpy car ride there, as she had always requested the quiet before the cacophany of shouting noise the mall offered its full family guests. And much too young to be let loose among the older children, you had always been dropped off at the establishment's daycare before her shift.

The place had once held a charm to it, a brightly coloured wonder of dizzying family fun that evolved into a more thoughtful appreciation for the advanced robotics you eventually grew old enough to possess. Even the daycare had been attended to by a single machine, and to this day, you genuinely wondered sometimes if the bounciness of life its creaky frame held had really been there at all, a marvel of technological advancement, or if it was only the low standard magic that all little eyes saw the world through. Your memories were few and far between, but it had been a joyous place that looked upon you kindly, and much of that credit went to that very machine in place.

It was enough to make you feel a little bad for just how much you begged your mother to let you freely roam outside of the daycare later on, but life went on and on for little minds, and it wasn't a thought worth lingering upon.

When you blessedly just barely became old enough for it, you had gotten your wish granted to you by your exhausted mother, and stuck closely around the Glamrocks and their masses of crowds from then on. It was an endlessly exciting change from the norm, and the musical daycare of childish screams and brightly enthused words of encouragement that had welcomed you with open arms became an afterthought.

You had asked your mother one day where Bonnie went. The older kids had spoken in jokes that fell like cruelty upon your ears, and it was only your mother who might as well have been the CEO in your eyes who you could trust. Older now, you knew there was no harm in the jokes the other children had made among one another, but that a mind so easily swayed could only listen in horror.

Your mother had not sugar-coated it, much too used to the more grown-up side of her occupation to bother. You would have been fine to hear that he was on vacation, or off to bigger and better performances across the globe. You would have smiled, proud to hear of his accomplishments. But the words she told you had been without care.

He wasn't worth fixing, so they got rid of him.

It had been a nagging fear that crept over your spine for a year afterwards that the same could ever happen to you, childishly lacking in the understanding of your differences in value to the surrounding world.

And it was as you silently stared back into the wild, frozen, broken eyes dimly illuminating the dark, filthy alleyway between apartment buildings in vibrant yellow and red hues, with a right hand on your own open back door's handle and a left hand tightly gripped around a filled garbage bag at your side years later, that those very words rung back to you.

Police sirens blared in the distance, but that was the usual.

People talked, but knew little. There had been something off from the usual in town lately, police cars circling the area endlessly. They were looking for someone, or something. And your neighbours speculated, but they all speculated different topics amongst themselves, bringing all that mystery down to a he said, she said, who cares anymore. It all became naught but a backdrop with no follow-up.

Maybe no one wanted to hear a possibly dangerous animatronic was on the loose. Or- no. Maybe just no one wanted to admit to the potentially catastrophic failing, what with the previous rumours already spiralling out of control. A silent capture was in play.

The animatronic looked banged up, shattered holes all along its body. Fabric was littered with rips and tears, while not an inch of casing went uncracked. Its rays adorned with a familiar blue hat were broken, and its faceplace was almost entirely shattered in half. But despite all of the horrific damage it bore, you could recognize the animatronic for the daycare of your early childhood from anywhere, even though only an hour prior, you would not have recalled its form. It held itself still under your gaze, and you too did not move, for there was a shocked terror in the way it held itself firmly pressed against the bottom of the wall, too-thin metal fingers cracking the pavement beneath it.

It looked so scared for something (someone?) that could easily do to you what it was doing to the pavement. Though you doubted that it had any desire to do so.

You didn't know how long you two stared, until finally, you took the slowest step you could towards the garbage bin that stood only a couple feet away in the dim alleyway. The second you moved even an inch, a mechanical hum rose in volume from the wary animatronic's metal body that reminded you of the sounds your own computer makes. It didn't move, didn't talk, only watched you out of the corner of your eye as you ever so slowly made your way towards the bin. You lifted the garbage bag into it, and the clattering sound of its contents shifting within rung out much too loud for the careful silence you required. You internally recoiled from the noise, but outwardly showed not a reaction as you inched your way back towards your door as if nothing out of place had been seen at all.

Your hand fell upon the door as you stepped up across the threshold. You did not walk any further, and instead looked over your shoulder at the vulnerable state the broken, hiding animatronic you had unintentionally spotted was in. You inhaled, feeling doubtfully uncertain, but reminiscent for the sounds of shrieking laughter and the ever so foggy memory of a large sunshine grin poking into a play structure to announce that you had been found. As advanced as its facial recognition likely was, you sincerely doubted that it could connect you back to the toddler you had once been. It had no idea who you were, and therefore had no intentions of ever having been seen by you. But even if it did, would that matter at all? You couldn't be but a single file and a brief, fading memory to its systems.

(It seemed smaller like this, but you knew that you had only grown taller.)

He wasn't worth fixing, so they got rid of him.

"They check this alleyway," you whispered into the cool night air. A small clicking sound of an unknown origin sounded out from the animatronic at the sound of your voice. It did not respond, but you did not expect it to.

You turned away and walked inside of your home, intent on brushing your teeth and going to bed.

You did not close the door behind you. An unspoken invitation, because surely you would not be to blame if the ever so frightening machine found its way into your home all on its own.

You stayed in your bedroom for the rest of the night, and when the muffled sounds of police sirens finally circled back towards your street, you just barely heard the almost inaudible sound of your back door quietly clicking shut. You did not emerge, no matter what shuffling noises you heard afterwards, and instead rolled over in bed to play a song from your phone's lit screen into your newly pushed in earbuds.

If anyone asked, they had been in all night.

[tryingtofindwhoiam]

12. alk about a new friend you made this year

Oh my. This is a tough question. Talking about only one new friend. Would have it been asked last year, it would have been super easy. But the thing is, with the lockdown, I did spend a lot of time on Tumblr, AGAIN, and from a passive activity, I become active, in the Faberry fandom particularly. Usually I would be super silent and this year I actually exchange with others, I really had to calm down my fear of bothering others, you know, but it was worth it. Being outside of my comfort zone has paid, that's for sure.

I'll use this question to make a shout-out to people on the Internet that I consider my friend and hope it is mutual, because well, you can never really know, you know. I am anxious about that. So, few words about new friends I make this year and that, I hope, will stay in my life.

N., an incredible artist with an incredible sensibility. Not from Tumblr, so very little chance it will be heard by her.

M., you won't read that but here's to you and your capacity to just make me feel things. A lot of things. At the beginning of the year, I really wouldn't have guessed I would get to be your friend, and talk to you that much. You mean a lot to me, and well, I enjoy simply learning more about you and what makes you, you. And right now I'm missing you.

A., oh you're super hyper mega awesome, the awesomest dare I say. You're so patient with me. // And we do share a love for random questions. I could write a lot of things right now but I don't know, I feel like I could just say this one thing : I'm grateful to get to call you my friend.

L., oh my. Our time zones are so different and yet we get to talk live so often, but really you should sleep earlier krkrkr. You have a unique take on the world and I enjoy a lot talking and sharing faberry fics with you. You're an angel and you deserve the best, you deserve the whole damn world.

S., your blog is the BEST. You and your posts never fail to make me smile and make my day, talking psychology and stuffs with you is inspiring and I hope you know you can count on me.

SB., you are really the first I actually dare to talk to this year. And you figure out my secret identity krkr. I'm glad we get to talk from time to time.

D., my supercorp provider, the one I can trust eyes closed with any recs she sends to me. Your tastes are impeccable and our conversation never fail to make my day.

Ok I'm surely forgetting people and I'm so sorry, but I'm just really glad I get to talk to everyone of you and more. It amazes me. Lots of love. I have to run, no more battery !

[metamehta]

Review: Two Things Are Infinite by Solanales

Summary: AU Time travel fic. Rated M for language and sexual content in later chapters. "That could not be James Potter. It simply could not. And that, that man, pointing his wand at Hermione, with grey eyes and black hair, could not be Sirius Black. Oh, no. This was a hallucination." HG/SB pairing. 

Adventure/Romance -  Hermione G., Sirius B., Remus L., 39 Chapters, Words: 109,608, Rated M

Read it on ff.net

Status: WIP, last updated: June 24, 2019

Review: I’m not the type of reader to dismiss a fanfic if I’m not completely drawn in by the first chapter, I usually tend to give them a few chapters before abandoning ship. However, with this one, I almost considered abandoning my usual tendencies because of how annoying I found Hermione to be.

The story does a good job of making this time-travel universe different from the original HP-verse. It keeps suspense and intrigue with the narrative. This is really one of the best points about the work and really helps through the rougher aspects of the story.

Maybe I’m slightly pedantic about how I expect characterization to be, but for me, Hermione’s internal banter comes off as petty and self-indulgent – which turned me off of her character immediately. I had a constant barrage of questions running through my head as I read, mainly about the characters. Are these minor characters or are they truly significant to the plot? Weren’t Hermione and Sirius fighting a few chapters ago – why are they suddenly in love? Maybe I’m someone who’s more suited for slow-burn romances because I can never seem to get behind stories where the characters just suddenly fall in love but even this was not the worst part of the story.

The final nail in the coffin for me was my difficulty immersing myself into the story - the chapters alternated between dialogue-heavy and action scenes and I’d never cared enough for any of the characters to feel like the stakes were high for the action sequences. When a character has the potential to die and I can’t muster up the energy to care, I knew that I truly wasn’t invested in the story. This isn’t a story like The Debt of Time where I hate all the characters and myself for reading the story – but it’s really my apathy with this story that signals to me that I will not be continuing on with this fanfiction.

Rating: 2 / 5

[smallblueandloud]

i have to go to bed very soon so instead i'm lying here being overcome by clintasha emotions

[smallblueandloud]

wip wednesday time!!

His reach into his pocket is interrupted by Natasha, who’s already got a pen in her hand. She grins at him, slowly, and wiggles it. “You’re not the only one here who’s prepared.”

as for my list of wips, we've got (in order of approximate distance-to-being-finished):

soulmate au: the origin story

bail organa time travels

magical truth-telling door feat. cassandra and ezekiel

ds9 modern au

roxane, you don't have to turn on the red light

like finx, i'm not gonna tag anyone this week, but if you'd like to be tagged in this in the future you should let me know!! it would be very fun to have other people join :D

WIP Wednesday Game

alright folks we’re going again! this was a resounding success last week, aka I ended up getting SO much writing done, so once more with feeling!

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

here’s my list! almost the same as last time. also I’ve just realized the rules say five wips, not six, but you know what I like being able to roll a die and prompt myself so we’re keeping the number.

teen mom origin story

conman in a bottle

pirate au

bridgerton au

dark prince sizhui au

court

if you want to join in, reblog from here or tag me and we can trade snippets back and forth!

[laurent-ofvere]

I’m curious, after being so ride or die Lamen, how do you manage to ship them with other people? Do you ignore/pretend that one of them exists? How do you fit their personalities into a ship with sb else if both of them exist (especially with characters like Kastor whose personality we know next to nothing based on canon)? For me it’s reallllly hard to try to see them with anyone else if both of them are alive in the au without warping their characters into something different.

well i dont really ship either of them with anyone else, i just like to play around with the idea of laurent and other people in certain circumstances (i still cant wrap my head around it with damen for some reason) but im also super particular with it. i dont like it nor do i see it post canon, and im not into it if damen is a plausible option unless theres a reason for it (the angst of laurent falling in love with both brothers bc a bitch loves angst/laurent fucking lazar in a high school au bc he actually wants damen in the long run so wants to get experience with someone hes generally just meh about/me and cassie’s thing of laurent fucking lazar in pg to expend his sexual frustration he has from damen) i dont authentically see either of them as endgame with anybody else, and i dont enjoy that thought.

so yeah. just to reiterate on certain points of yours, i dont think i warp laurent’s characterization (tho feel free to disagree of course) i just warp the context, but i would never personally enjoy damen being an option and laurent being like “mm, nope!” bc i dont think it would happen and also dont want it to lol. (also just to throw this out there, i actually genuinely think laurent is just a super shippable character all around, even if his soul is literally tethered to damen’s and is clearly just the perfect match for him)

but idk man, i get you. this ask is exactly something i would have said back then bc i agree with you, its really hard to see them with someone else when the other is an option, but thats why i only see L with another person if damen isnt an option (like elle’s jord/laurent fic, its pre canon and damen isnt a thing yet), or isnt one just yet, (lazar giving him experience for damen) etc. its why im super picky about how it works for me. bc otherwise, it just doesnt seem realistic to me and for me to enjoy fic, it needs to feel like it fits my version of realistic. 

also just a random side note: re kastor, i feel that theres enough on him that i have something to work with. i personally really love fleshing out side characters that we were given scraps on bc i feel like you can actually create a character out of them that makes sense and isnt just another au of them, and i feel like we have enough with kastor to do that. idk if you read my L/K (which totally fine if not) but i personally think thats a solid way of imagining how he would be with someone he loves and its not just random stuff i pulled out of nowhere. 

[strawberry-milkshake-cow]

Introduction !

Ello Ello everyone if you happened to wander onto my page welcome here i'll tell you a bit about myself and ill write another post about me as a writer so we can start with the fics soooo let's do it!

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name- luna

nicknames- moomoo, L, berry, trash rat, honeypie~, anything really

age range- wouldnt you like to know weather boy

sun sign- gemini

religeon - pagan/ wicca (ima witch)

gender- nonbianary! (bigender between female and agender)

pronouns- she/ they/ it (shee is good they is great if you use it i will love you forever)

sexuality- lesbian & asexual

time zone- gmt-4

posting scedules- litterly so unconsistant. dont have high expectations i gotta be in the right mood

likes- food, my friends, reading, writeing, animals

dislikes- meanies, dirt, cold

personallity- mix a rabid opassum and a dumb cat and you got me.

current pets- 2 axolotls a dog a cat and a leopard gecko

birthday- may 22 (say it.)

hobbies- does sleeping count? no... ok umm bakeing i guess

hogwarts house- hufflepuff

me as a playlist

strawberry blonde

space girl

compared child

country

from canada now in the usa

friends (surprisingly i have them)

(if you found me shhhh)

-nyx

-shay

-sage

-fluer

-aeric

-lilila <3

-my ex wife

-ivy

-sb

-rat

-capricorn

rulles are next bye bye!!!!!! i luv you ur now my best friend.

[smallblueandloud]

and if we're recommending god-tier fics, the other one that i always recommend is an approximate rescue, an AMAZING take on cj/toby that i think about once a day. everyone feel free to add more recs if you have them!

yesss. I would love to do that anytime. I've been working my way through the ao3 tag, which honestly didn't take too long because this is a very lovely, teeny tiny fishing boat, but I'm in love. Not quite done with the series but at this point I couldn't care less about spoilers. Also I'm good thanks for asking! hope you're good too!

oh i’m good too, thanks!! i just finished and i’m kind of going crazy, i love this show so MUCH. my first fic rec is @smallblueandloud‘s sense8 au, but you should definitely wait to read it until finishing the series. it’s SO GOOD my god. also, because i have no shame, i have two ot3 fics up on ao3 and i’m working on more. you ABSOLUTELY do not have to read them tho lol. anyway just message me anytime, i’m always up for talking about this show- especially these three!!

[dramaqueeenamby]

I’m new to the whole bp fic world and let me tell you how pleasantly surprised I was to find a whole community of amazing black women writing fanfics and images for other black women❤️. I want to really get into the fandom and I love your page so much! I just wanna ask who is Nala and do you have a fic rec for that character? I just read a lil fic you wrote, the SB sneak peek and I looooove it already! It’s so good! I cannot wait for it to come out

Ahhhhh, welcome baby! We’re certainly happy to have you here, and especially me, given that you took the time out to send me this amazing message! 😊😊

If you need any recommendations for T’Challa authors, I can definitely hit you up with my mutuals who absolutely S L A Y! 

As far as Nala, I’m a lil’ upset that that’s your first introduction to my fics because smut is my weakness 😩, but she’s a character from my fic “Space Between.” She’s actually a reader insert, but I gave her a nickname around the middle of that story, so if you choose to read it, don’t be confused. Reader is Nala. 😊😊😊

I don’t have a master list for that story specifically, but I recently updated my overall masterlist which has all the chapters. 

http://dramaqueenamby.tumblr.com/post/173424814906/works-by-dqa

And I’m glad you enjoyed that little snippet, boo! It’ll be up later tonight! 😊😊

Again, thank you so much for this message and welcome to the fandom, boo! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[hajimine]

Lex what do you think about writers who reblog fics to their sideblog? Some of my moots do that while I reblog their work on my main account, and I feel like they’re kind of just sweeping other people’s works away? Idk, I don’t really like it.

oh uhm hmm.. this is a difficult question to answer. i personally used to reblog to a sb before, but i found it a lil bit l,, idk,, bc i do agree that it does feel like i’m just stuffing their works away to a place where very little people will see. because us writers have a platform, i think our reblogs will reach more people than if someone who only reads/reblogs fics does it, so i like to support my moots and fellow writers! and for me reblogging to another blog doesn’t do it justice, which is why i always reblog on main now.

but at the end of the day, i don’t think either party is wrong, it’s people’s personal preference hehe, we don’t really have a say in it do we? xx

[smallblueandloud]

tonight's fic rec is the war outside our door keeps raging on by spinninginfinity! eliot and breanna in the beginning of redemption -- breanna finds out about the ot3, and eliot explains a few things.

‘You do anything really well, there’re gonna be people interested in getting you to do more of it,’ he says, tilting the pan to redistribute the egg. ‘Only I stopped, and a lotta people didn’t get the memo. Or… they did, but a lot of ’em figure everyone’s got a price, and they just gotta find mine, right?’

‘Okay,’ she says slowly. ‘I get that. But what’s that got to do with—’

‘’Cause I do have a price,’ Eliot says, voice very soft, setting down this truth between them as gently as he’s able. ‘And it’s upstairs, in bed, cutting it pretty close for a flight that leaves in less than six hours.’