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[blackfilmmakers]

Can yall be normal on this site

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki hides his face in your neck when he gets embarrassed. that’s it send tweet.

[zae-heeyyy]

Seraphic

Summary: You are Arthur's angel. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female!reader Word count: 2,222 Tags: smut, high honor Arthur Warnings: 18+ MDNI

a/n: Whew 😅 I'm a little nervous to post this one. 🫣 Been sitting on it for a while (no pun intended) I've read and reread it a million times, and I'm ready to share. Also, we're pretending like Arthur's tent actually closes. Anyway thanks for reading!

Seraphic: something angelic or celestial in nature, often suggesting purity, beauty, or holiness.

By 1 a.m., the sounds of camp had reduced to the songs of crickets and the crackle of the fire. While everybody else slept, you waited up for Arthur, reading a book under lantern light in his tent. He arrived eventually, keeping his greeting short and joining you on his cot with slouched shoulders, seemingly exhausted. When he took his hat off, the grimace on his face became all the more apparent. His expression and tense body language told you all you needed to know; whatever happened out there wasn't good.

You handed him a match and a cigarette from his nightstand, and he thanked you with a nod. Using the heel of his boot, he struck the match and lit the cigarette, holding it with his thumb and index fingers. Flickering lantern light and the burning ember tip illuminated his bruised knuckles.

"Should I ask?" You traced a gentle finger over the bruises, and he shook his head.

"Best not," he replied, exhaling a ribbon of smoke.

"Well, I'm glad you're still in one piece," you said, looking him over. His shirt had seen cleaner, less wrinkled days, and sweat plastered his hair to his forehead. "Well, mostly in one piece."

He let out a gust of air, a failed attempt at a laugh, before pinching the bridge of his nose and groaning.

"Headache?" you asked, and he confirmed. The discomfort came with the life he lived. Loud gunfire, the rush of adrenaline, and focusing on his shots all combined to leave him in pain afterward. You exited the tent momentarily and returned with a bowl of warm water, a cloth, and a bottle of miracle tonic.

"Here—for your head." He took the medicine and snuffed his cigarette. Rejoining him, you sat on the cot and dabbed his face with the wet cloth, wiping away dirt and sweat. A soft kiss on his temple prompted him to lean into you, the tension finally dissipating. You wrapped your arms around his big frame and held him close. Obviously, he was your safe space, but oh—were you his. Eyes shut, he rested his head on your bosom.

Arthur found comfort in his typical role as protector and provider. But in these moments, when roles faded, he could feel the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders—a crushing weight he didn't even realize he was carrying. Being with you like this made him wonder if heaven was real because you were godsent.

To Arthur's dismay, you unraveled yourself from him to tie the tent flap closed, sealing the two of you away in the dark. Walking between his legs, you untied his neckerchief and dusted his soiled shirt.

"—Needs a wash. Your blood or someone else's?" you questioned, fingers undoing the top button.

"Not mine," he answered. Peeling the shirt off and tossing it aside, you studied him for a second time tonight. He'd seemed more relaxed than when he arrived, but his brow stayed brooding. Still positioned with his legs on either side of you, you caressed his face, one of your thumbs stroking the hairless scar on his chin.

"What else can I do?"

"You done enough; I'm fine." He gave your hand on his face a reassuring squeeze.

Leaning forward, you kissed him tenderly. His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you nearer until your foreheads touched. You spoke low against his mouth, a playful grin forming on yours.

"You gotta stop getting yourself into so much trouble, Arthur Morgan."

Your demand was met with a chuckle, and he replied, "I'll do my best, darlin'." You peppered his lips with loving, tender kisses, making him smile against them and squeeze you tighter in a hug. You would do just about anything to see that man smile at you the way he did, all soft and endearing.

Your kisses subsided, but Arthur's affectionate gaze stayed fixed on you. The slight smile on his face had straightened, his expression mirroring the intensity of the one he wore when he first confessed his love for you.

"Got that look on your face," you told him, and he just blinked slowly, awestruck. Though he often swore he was a man of few words, he could fill volumes with his devotion for you. You loved it when he got like that, entranced and overwhelmed with love.

The way he watched you set a fire within you that warmed the most intimate parts of your being. He was surprised when you let yourself fall heavily into him, trying to get as close as possible. Maybe he was going to say something or make a noise, but he didn't have the time before your mouth was on his again, your tongue pushing through his lips to tangle with his. You only pulled away when you needed to breathe.

Instead of pressing your lips to his once more, you dropped to your knees in front of him. Eyes widening, he tried to bring you back up to your feet, shaking his head, once again astounded by you.

"Sweetheart—"

Still on your knees, you patted his cheek and looked up at him with doe eyes. "Shhh, let me take care of you, Arthur." His hand found yours on his face, and he turned to kiss it, nodding placidly. Both of you managed to keep your volume low as you helped him strip down to his union suit. You began working at the buttons of his neckline, doing more ripping than unbuttoning, shoving the fabric down his shoulders.

As more clothing fell away, you trailed sweet kisses down his abdomen. At the same time, his hands roamed wherever they could. The rough pads of his fingers lightly tracing your skin mirrored a faint electric charge. Despite being a brute of an outlaw, he was overly careful with his hands when it came to you; your body was fine china and deserved to be treated as such. Goosebumps formed in a wake left by his touch.

As you kissed down the trail of hair under his belly button, his rapid breathing hitched, and the bulge between his legs strained against the flannel fabric, begging to be unleashed. You tried to find his eyes as you groped him through the underwear, but his head was tipped back, his mouth agape.

"Look at me." You whispered, and he snapped to attention like a soldier following commands. Eyes locked on his, you unclasped the last button, and his length sprung free, the pink head of his cock primed with anticipation. A teasing laugh crept up within you as you trailed soft kisses from the base of his shaft and left one long lingering peck on the tip. The loud, rhythmic thumping of his heart was music to your ears. Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, you took his entire length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, taking him deeper until your nose touched the curly hairs at the base.

Then he couldn't hold it in anymore; a deep, guttural groan escaped him.

Your mouth was the warmest, most intoxicating blanket he'd ever been wrapped in, and he never wanted to leave. He gaped at you, seeing your mouth full of him, his pupils dilated with pure lust. The blunt tip of his cock pressed to the back of your throat, making it constrict around him. His whole body shuddered.

"Look whatchu' do to me, woman," he rattled, tangling his hands in your hair. Despite his eagerness, you withdrew from his aching sex, a string of saliva joining your lips to him. Something reminiscent of a whine exited him when you stepped away, but his open mouth fell shut at the sight of your bloomers slipping down your legs. You kissed him, savoring the salty, bitter taste of his arousal mixed with the tobacco and herbs of his mouth.

"Lay back," you murmured in his ear. Obeying your command once again, he let out a grunt as he felt your weight on top of him. You straddled him, and he held you up, his fingers digging firmly into your sides. Bending at the waist, you kissed longingly, your hips undulating against his. He pulled your nightgown up around your midriff, one of his hands gripping the flesh of your ass while the other one went between your legs. His index finger sank painstakingly into your weeping cunt, then brushed over your clit, making you shiver. He raised himself on his elbows, reaching for the hem of your sleep dress.

"Take this off; let me see you." You raised your arms and let him yank the garment away, leaving you completely exposed on top of him. "Beautiful," he breathed, using the back of his hand to graze your skin. Breathy sighs escaped you as he traced delicate circles around your nipples. His eyes bored into you, absorbing every detail like you were the most captivating thing that ever lived. Hyperfocused on your body, he fondled your breasts before gliding his hands down your torso, ogling, taking all of you in.

Freezing, his stare intensified as you massaged the tip of his cock up and down your glistening slit. Touching his lips to yours, you pushed him into your wet folds. Neither of you could contain the sounds building with you. He split you open, stretching you, making room for him, filling you. You held yourself up with your hands braced on his chest, but you went weak as he bottomed out within you, brushing against that deep, tender spot. You would've fallen if he wasn't there to hold you up, a thought mirroring one he had about you so often.

"I got you," he whispered into your ear. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to snap his hips up into you, the warm embrace of your center clearing his mind and driving him mad all the same. Finally, you started to ride, surging and sinking into him. He was a simple, agnostic man, but being with you like this made him believe in all the theocracy of angels, soulmates, and divine intervention. This was his bliss. This was his heaven, and you were his seraph. He'd go through hell every day if it meant coming home to this—to you. Hypnotized in the rhythm of you, a new thought crossed his mind every time you bounced.

Up.

She's so goddamn beautiful.

Down.

So perfect.

Up.

My girl.

Down.

My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl.

Up.

My angel.

Down.

I love her so much.

Up.

So wet.

Down

So warm.

Up.

So danm tight.

Down.

Shit.

And before you could come back up again, he squeezed his eyes shut, halting your hips with all the strength he could muster, fighting the damn-near irresistible urge to cum inside of you. Sweat had built up on his brow, and his stomach rose and fell quickly with each panting breath. You folded to kiss him, your hard nipples grazing against his chest.

"It's okay," you whispered, patting his face and grinding antagonizingly slow against him. You wanted him—needed him— to come undone for you. With that goal in mind, you picked up the pace and rolled your hips relentlessly, moaning your every thought into his ear.

"You feel so good inside of me."

"I need you."

"I love you."

Your climax was building fast, and you reached to give relief to that sensitive bundle of nerves atop your center. Arthur pushed your hand away swiftly, replacing it with his own. Always a giver, he'd do anything to feel useful while you were treating him like royalty.

While one hand worked your clit, his other gripped the meat of your hip, rocking you in time with his upward thrusts. His head tipped and hit the pillow, and you could feel his thighs tensing and shaking beneath you. Lips parted, he stared up at you. You felt him twitch inside you, and his brow finally relaxed.

That did it for you.

You were wordless as your orgasm ripped through you, your head swirling, and your veins on fire. Arthur's guiding hand on your hip didn't stop, and he fucked you through your climax. Hugging your body close and nuzzling his face into your neck, he growled as he painted your inner core with his own release. You stayed like that, glued to each other as you came down from your highs.

"You're too good for me," he finally said. You clasped a hand into his, kissing the long-forgotten bruises on his knuckles.

"Shut up." You responded, and he didn't say another self-deprecating word. It was the least he could do.

You cleaned up and redressed, nestling into the small, one-man cot. Finally settled for the night, you resorted to your regular bedtime positions: your head on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you, your legs tangled in one another's.

He rose before you in the morning, perching himself on the cot's edge while you slept behind him. He wrote in his journal, his thumb leaving a smudge on the page:

"For a long time, I believed I could not live a bad life and expect good things to happen to me. Yet somehow, this woman of pure goodness entered my life, and it is clear now that I have been a fool."

[ca-3]

This started out with me wanting to draw fem Joker cause I was seeing a lot lately, but then I made a fem Ryuji to go with her and then I was taking suggestions on twt and now I have 2 silly doodle pages, enjoy I guess... 🫡

oh and it's pegorYURI now ❤️💛✨️

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

✨ I think y’all were right about the orange. ✨

[bobbeshwar]

The day that we as fanfic writers understand that just because he is burly, mean/intimidating, doesn’t mean he is a gigadom; and just because he’s shy/soft spoken or has anxiety, doesn’t mean he is a sub, is the day we can elevate as a collective.

[idyllicbby]

just thinking about Sevika’s name & how it’s connected to her characterization outside of her relationship/role with Silco.

i always perceived Sevika being a “servant” more in a livestock guardian way than anything else. she’s not servant to any man. she’s servant to her community she wants to protect, to the revolution she wants to cultivate, and to her loyalty bc it will make her choose her people over herself every time even if they do not do the same for her.

the servant who doesn’t mind having blood on her fur and a spiked collar around her neck because she would rather have the wounds than anyone else, showing her endless love for them through the acts of service & protection

[lalasimmer]

You've got a friend in me 🤠❣️

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

maomao is so perfect like she respects the man who raised her will always listen to what he says. doesn't feel emotions strongly. hates her biological father just because. is forever loyal to the consort she served. loves money. bought a gift for that one girl who always shared gossips with her as she couldn't afford it herself liked seeing the girl happy and adored her as a lil sister even shed a tear when read her letter. is extremely good at connecting the dots. is always worried about that child consort and her heart was warmed to see the child found someone who cares for her. would harshly judge you if you didn't think the celestial nymph eunuch wasn't the most beautiful creature in the whole of creation. would run to save someone's life even getting punched wouldn't stop her. doesn't get affected by all the hanky-pankys that goes around her. might even give you her important hair stick if you are important to her. cares about her three sisters so much she'll make sure they end up with the kind of men they prefer. would hold a grudge against you if you chose her birth mother instead of her sister. very chill. can just casually wonder about the size of boobs of women the same way she always wonders about the missing equipment of the eunuchs. always thinking about abortion medicines is always making abortion medicines. loves experimenting with herbs and poisons. loves eating snakes would be extra happy if you locked her in a room with snakes as a punishment. wants to give birth once because she wants to eat her own placenta. very open-minded. always gives it her all

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[generisydtoo]

Haven’t drawn her in a whileee

[lokischocolatefountain]

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki likes pressing your foreheads together and that IS A FACT. I DON'T CARREEE

[fromtheseventhhell]

Referring to Arya's development in Braavos as "brief descriptions" when her AFfC/ADwD chapters are almost entirely dedicated to showing us her training is...certainly a choice. Doing so to claim that Sansa has the more detailed learning arc? Pure clownery. You'd never guess from this response that the original post was about detailing Arya's training with the FM (using quotes from the book!) and makes no mention of Sansa anywhere. Notably this response provides no evidence from the books and makes objectively false claims; nowhere across five books is Sansa mentioned to have a grasp of High Valyrian but, of course, Sansa has to be handed every skill that Arya has without any page space dedicated to learning it. I know this is a wild concept, but Arya exists as her own character and not everything about her story can be applied to Sansa.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢?! ~

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·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷: 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚈˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟸𝟺𝟽

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙹𝚊𝚢 ⚡️💙

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚍 🐉💚

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚍’𝚜 𝚘𝚑-𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎?

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𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃: 𝙸 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝙹𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚍’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝙴𝙵 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 <𝟹

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕 😉

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“LLOHOHOYDIE PLEHEASE! H-HAHAVE MERCY!!” Jay cried as he writhed and wriggled underneath his little brother, laughing up a storm as the blonde squeezed his sides mercilessly. 

“I’ll 'have mercy' on you once you tell me the truth, Jay Walker.” The younger glared, moving his hand to scratch alongside the other’s underarms.

The lightning ninja squawked helplessly, hugging his middles as he shook his head back and forth, “I AHAM! I SWAHAH— squeak! I SWEAR IHIHI’M TEHELLING THEHE— squeak! TRUHUTH— squeak MY GAHAHAD!!” The older whined.

Now, as you know, dear reader…today marked the official start of October.

And a couple weeks before to celebrate, Lloyd bought a bunch of candy bags for two wonderful people…

…Him and himself.

So consider the blonde’s absolute surprise when all of his candy bags…mysteriously vanished from his secret hidden pantry…

…Guess it wasn’t so secret now but still!!!

“PlahEASE!! Ihi dihihidn’t taHAHAKE yohour DUHUMB CAHahandy staHASH!!” The brunette squealed, pushing on his brother’s chest in a small attempt to get him to stop tickling him.

The smaller teen just rolled his eyes, pinching the other’s hips and in result, Jay squealed once more as he flailed his arms around, banging his feet on the ground.

The freckled face teen held his brother’s wrists, “L-LLOHOYD!!”

“Hm~?” The Green ninja hummed.

“DUHUDE PLEHAHEASE!!”

“'Please' what~?” The youngest asked smugly, “Pleeeease keep tickling you?” 

“NOHOH!!” The brown haired boy yelled, “NAHAH— squeal! NOHO!! LLOHOYD COHOHOME OHAN!! NOHO F-FREEHEEAKING TEHEHEASING!!” 

“I’m not teasing you.” Lloyd giggled as he scratched alongside his brother’s ribs, “I’m just asking you a question, big bro.” The blondie said as he abruptly scribbled his fingers on Jay’s stomach. 

“LLOHOHOYD!!”

“Yeeeeees~?” 

“CAHAN YOHOU FUHUCKING STOHOP?!”

The hazel eyed teen rolled his eyes once more as he poked the older’s lower stomach rapidly, “Not until you tell me where my candy is.”

The freckled faced teen whined through his laughter once more, shaking his head back and forth like a ball during a tenis match, “BuhUT— GAH! I-Ihi dohoHAH! IHI dunnohoh whehere IHAT IHIHIS!!” 

“Suuuuuure you don’t.” The Green ninja hummed sarcastically, “And I’m the Grinch.” 

“Yohou suHUHURE ahare buhuilt LIHIKE hihim— WAHAIT! WAHAIT NAHA— squeal!! NO! NONOHOH! I’M SAHARRY!” The lightning ninja cried, his eyes widening like saucers as his younger brother effortlessly held his wrists above his head and started nibbling on his neck.

Not to mention, the youngest of the ninja team had legit fangs that was further putting Jay into a giggly blob.

The brunette squealed and screamed as happy tears started to form in his eyed, “I SAHAID IHI WAHAS SOHORRY! IHIHI SAHAID IHI WAHAS SAHAHARRY!!!”

“Oh, I heard your apology…I just don’t care for it.” The Green cladded teen giggled. 

“COHOME OHAN!! I-IHI’LL DOOHOO AHAHANYTHING!!”

“Tell me where my candy is.” 

“FOHOR THEHEHE M-MIHILLIONTH TIHIME!! IHI DUHU— squeak! GAHASH NAHAHAAAAAA!!!” The Blue ninja howled as the other dug his thumbs into his hips as he ruthlessly nibbled his neck. 

The older bucked and flailed and squawked continously, trying to make his brother loosen his grip just a little…but his attempts to stop the blondie just ended in complete and utter vain as the other continued to torture him. 

I mean, in all honesty, what was happening right now was a genuine crime. 

Originally before all of this nonsense happened, Jay was chilling in his room, playing Roblox Piggy (fire ass game btw) but was interrupted as his gremlin of a brother basically bolted into his room, bombarding him with questions.

That’s breaking and entering.

Then the hazel eyed freak of a teenager dragged the elder by the collar and threw him in the living room!

That’s assualt and battery.

And if the freckled faced teen continued to let the shortest of the ninja group carry on with his henious crimes…Jay would be a dead man.

And if you were unaware…dead men can’t sue.

“IHI squeal! IHI. DOHOHON’T. KNOHOHOW!!” The elder said for probably the millionth time today. 

The younger just shook his head, tsking like some wannabe anime character, “Oh don’t give me that, Bluey. When I was little you used to steal my candy aaaaaaall the time.” 

“HNFFAHAHACK! YOHOU squeal STIHILL AHARE LITTLE!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!!” The other shouted, scribbling his nails in the crook of Jay’s neck, “Just tell me where you hid my candy and you might be spared.”

“'MIHIHIGHT'?!”

“Well, as much as I hate to admit it: your laugh is genuinley cute and funny…I can’t get enough of it~!”

“SCREHEHEHEW OHOHOHAFF!!!” The freckle faced teen hollered as he banged his heels on the carpet living room floor, his face starting to change color to a beet red, “YOHOU BRAHAHAT! STAHAP squeal THIHIS INSTANT OHOR YOU’LL BE IHIHIN A squeak WORLD OHOHOF HURT!”

“Oh really?” The blonde said, completely un-phased by the threat. 

“YEHES REEHEEHEEALLY!!”

“Are you suuuure?”

“YES!”

“Positivley sure?”

“YEHEHES!!”

“Absolutely 100% sure?”

“YEHES— N-NOHOH! NOHOHO!!! IHI’M NAHAT SUHURE!” Jay cackled as Lloyd went back to squishing his sides. “But you just said yeeees~!” The youngest taunted, “C'mon~! Show me this 'world of hurt' you were referring to.” 

Almost immediately, the dark blue cladded teen used his powers to lightly send electric buzzes to the kid’s sides, “G-GYAH! Hey! Hehey! No! Noho yohou— EEP! StaHAP!” The Green ninja squealed but stubbornly still continued to tickle his older brother.

He would get his candy back if it was the last thing he did…

“That’s it!” Lloyd shouted, getting up and wrapping both of Jay’s feet in a headlock with both of his arms.

The curly haired teen gulped, bracing himself as his younger brother was about to absolutely murder him…

…Which honestly would not look great on the hazel eyed teen’s crime record but who was Jay to judge? 

“I-Ihihis squeak ihat squeal toohoo squeak l-lahate to sahay I’m squeak sohohorry squeal again…?”

“How’d you know~?” The blondie grinned as he ruthlessly scribbled his fingers over the other’s feet and the other in question went BALLISTIC. The lightning sparks coming from the lightning ninja’s hands were shooting anywhere and everywhere and they would be lucky if the power didn’t go out by how much sparks were flying… 

“NAHAHAH OHO SQUEAK SHIHIHAT!!! SHITSHITSHIT— SQUEAL GAHAHASH NOHOHO—!!!” The brunette screamed. 

“Ihi’m barely touching you—”

“SHUHUT UP!! SHUHUHUT. UHUP!!!”

“Uno reverse, big bro…you’re the one hollering and tollering like a five year old.” 

“BEEHEEHECAUSE YOH—GYAHAH! OHO JEEHEEZ NO! WHYHY THEHEHEHERE?!” The elder loudly cackled as happy tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Bad spot, huh~?” 

“SHUHUHUT UP— SQUEAK AHALREHEADY!!” 

“Is that seriously the only remark you can come up with? 'Shut up?'” The blonde smugly said as he tickled the middle arch of Jay’s foot, “Cmon~! You can do better than that, Jay-Jay…”

“OKAHAHAY!! OKAHAHAY STAHAHAP!! STAAAAHAHAP!!!” 

“I’ll stop once you show me where you hid my sweets!” The hazel eyed teen huffed, “And speaking of sweets…maybe I should go to this sweet spot over here~!” He said as he tickled underneath Jay’s toes. 

“NAHAHAH SQUEAL N-NOOOOOHOHOHOH!!!” 

“Should we help…?” Cole said to Kai as he munched on one of Lloyd’s bag of Skittles, leaning on the living room doorway and casually watching the youngest completely murder the Lightning ninja. “Nah. He’ll be fine.” The red cladded teen shrugged carelessly, leaning on the doorway as well. 

“Besides, this is entertaining to watch…want a gummy bear?” Kai offered. 

“Don’t mind if I do.” Cole grinned, taking a handful of gummy bears from the bag the other was holding and plopped them into his mouth.

💙👻💚👻💙👻💚

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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[sukibenders]

One of my gripes with the pjo show was, ultimately, the portrayal of the gods. Like, when I just think of them I imagine powerhouses, persona and all. Heck, even if they are chill and laid back as a cover, around a certain point you'd even notice their aura for power. But, in the show....I don't really get that vibe. Like Ares letting the kids talk back and all that, when he was quick to check him the books or how the mere presence of Hades had the trio on edge. Heck, Percy got flack from Zeus for failing to address him first, so how would he just be fine with letting Percy run his mouth like that, no matter how right he was? And I'm not saying that it had to be just like the books, but it doesn't seem that hard to make these gods intimidating.