#sorry not to complain again lol i just ow

[that-was-anticlimactic]

hands hurty

[dollfacefantasy]

hi! 🙂 i was wondering if i could request something with kento nanami spanking reader? i don’t have any specific plot in mind, it could just be straight up porn lol! with daddy kink included? thank you! 💗

mhm mhm cause nanami is just so brat tamer daddy like 😵‍💫😵‍💫

kento nanami x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), spanking, daddy kink

Another smack echoes between the walls of your bedroom when your fiancé's hand collides with your ass again. A whine follows it and you squirm a little over his thighs. You'd only gotten a few lashes so far, but Kento knew what he was doing. He knew where to hit and how hard.

"Count," he states flatly, paying your whimpers no mind.

"T-three," you stutter out.

"Good."

Again, his response comes out simple and curt. Technically it was a word of praise, but it didn't feel like one. When Kento really praised you, there was no doubt of his intention. It came out as a coo with an affectionate touch to accompany it. Right now, the only touch you got was another spank.

"Ow," you whine. Your bottom lip puffs out in a signal of your displeasure.

His own mouth remains in a thin, flat line. His palm comes down on you again, leaving your skin stinging.

"No pouting, little brat," he chides, "You were being so bad earlier it must be what you wanted."

"I wasn't being bad," you huff.

That earns you an even harder slap.

"Well you are right now because I know you know better than to talk back," he says.

In truth, you had been trying to rile your boyfriend up earlier. The two of you had been out with some of his friends. You were bored since most of the conversation didn't involve you, so you tried playing with Kento a bit. Brushing your hand over his lap beneath the table, dragging your foot up his calf, giving him your best fuck-me eyes.

"Keep it up and you won't be sitting comfortably for the next few days," he'd said to you under his breath. But you didn't heed the warning.

It reached the boiling point when his friend Satoru noticed how tense he was and cracked a little joke about it. Less than ten minutes later, he excused the two of you and practically dragged you by your arm back to the apartment.

"I'm sorry, daddy," you whimper.

"I'm sure you are now that you're being punished," he says. His hand rains down on your backside in rapid succession, striking the center hard and fast.

Your eyes screw shut, and you kick your feet at the pain. More squeaks of discomfort fall from your lips. Your thighs shift against each other too as arousal blooms in your belly. He gives your hips a rough yank to secure you in the position he wants.

"If you keep thrashing like that, I'll have to move onto something more severe. Maybe you're wanting the belt," he says, letting the threat hang in the air.

Your head hangs forward, and you make a noise that's a mix between whining and sighing.

"I'm actually really sorry, daddy. I'm sorry for back talking and being bad around your friends. I don't know what else you want me to say," you plead.

"All I want is for you to learn your lesson," he says, "How many times have I had to put you over my knee for the same reasons? You can say your sorry all you want, but you're staying like this until I feel I've gotten it through your head."

"That could be like forever," you complain.

Kento smirks a little at the remark, but he doesn't let you know it amused him. He continues to smack your ass, relishing the way you fight to keep still.

"I've learned," you mewl as your resistance comes out in little twitches. You were getting antsy now not only from your aching cheeks but also from the increasingly intense throbbing between your legs.

"That's what you said last time," he says.

"But I actually have this time," you defend, "I know I'm not supposed to be like that around your friends. I just wanted my daddy's attention."

"That's always what you want, baby, but what has daddy taught you? What's the rule?" he asks.

"I have to be patient," you whimper, "I have to wait till daddy gives me permission to touch."

"That's right," he says. He takes a break from spanking you to soothingly rub your burning skin. "I know you can be a good girl. You choose not to be. That is what I have to train out of you."

"I'm gonna be good after this. I promise," you assure.

"Are you sure? Because you know you won't get to cum for a month if you break a promise," he taunts while gently kneading your battered cheeks.

You bite your lip before revising your statement. "Ok maybe not promise, but I'll still try super hard."

"Alright, I'll accept that," he says, "Since you're so committed to being good now, only fifteen more, and I'll let you up."

"Fifteen?" you whine incredulously.

"Yes, fifteen. And I don't want to hear anything about it. I'm already being lenient with your half-promise. Don't make me change my mind," he says.

Your head hangs again and you huff, but you don't say anything. His hand spanks you first on your right cheek and then on your left. You then get a few towards the center for good measure. You count out each one like the good girl you're trying to convince him you are.

His eyes flit between your head and your backside. He can tell the pain is starting to build up for you by the way you're shifting. Your noises are getting higher pitched too. He can almost hear the tears starting to brim your waterline.

After another round of spanking, you finally whimper out the last number just as a few tears slip down your cheeks. His hand goes back to rubbing your skin a few times before he flips you over and cradles you to his chest.

"That's my girl. You took that so well," he murmurs and kisses your forehead.

"Thank you, daddy," you sniffle and look up at him with your tearful eyes.

He nods and brings his fingers up to swipe away your tears. His thumb glides down your jaw and then slips between your lips. He watches you gently suck on it for a moment before he slides it out and leans in to kiss you. When he pulls back, he looks down at you.

"I'm proud of you, sweetheart. Let's just see if you can remember your lesson this time, hm?" he says softly as he boosts you to your feet and squeezes your hips, "We'll get you cleaned up and then maybe, I'll try to use my hands to help you feel better. Only if you can keep being good."

[medlarmeadows]

I’m a dance major (and I’m not) 5 6 7 8!

Charlie Slimecicle x fem!reader

Theatre kid au

Synopsis: You and Charlie have been best friends ever since you met in your high school’s theatre club in freshman year. Since then, you were inseparable, even though you were a techie, and he was an actor.

Or, tech week goes really well, with a little luck.

Warning(s): swearing, cuticle picking, slight anxiety, high school theatre tech week.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: In loving memory of all the high schools that recently finished tech week (I am not American I only saw any of this on TikTok) (Also I assume those TikToks pertain to American high schools? I actually don’t know sorry) (I hope people get the title LOL it's the sound I saw some people used). And thank you to the wonderful @fullofgutsndopamine for beta-ing this for me :)

As a wise man once said, behind every great actor is an exasperated techie.

That wise man was truly wise, because you could find nothing better to encapsulate the current state of your friendship with Charlie.

You were sitting in a pile of wires, trying to hold on to a shred of sanity because who the fuck sorted these wires yesterday, when your goofball of a best friend stumbles into the theatre.

“Y/N!” cries Charlie, practically sprinting towards you with enough energy to power a sun.

“Charlie,” you deadpan, not even looking up from your sorting because whoever coiled these wires needed to be strangled by one –

“Y/N, I’m having a crisis,” he cries again, dramatically flopping at your feet on the carpeted floor of the high school’s auditorium. He reaches for a wire, presumably to start strangling himself, and you snatch it back from him with an annoyed tch.

“So am I,” you deadpan again. “I have no idea who touched these wires last, but they’re tangled as shit and I need to sort them and coil them before rehearsal today.”

In your peripheral vision, you see Charlie freeze in place as a guilty expression takes over his face.

“Charlie.”

“Y/N.”

Exasperatedly, you pause your sorting and stare at him.

“Did you coil the wires last?”

Silence, and you see Charlie’s eyes dart between yours and the pile of tangled wires on the floor, then:

“Maybe?”

You should have let him strangle himself with the wire.

“Charlie, you’re not even a techie!”

“I’m sorry!” He throws his hands in the air. “You guys were so busy after rehearsal, and Nate was shouting, ‘Can somebody help keep the wires!’, and nobody else was free, and the security guard was minutes away from chasing us out, so I volunteered myself.”

You stare at your best friend for a second, absorbing the flurry of words that had just tumbled out of his mouth, before leaning over to flick his forehead.

“Ow!” he complains, holding his forehead.

“Karma’s a bitch,” you say without bite.

“I guess no good deed goes unpunished, huh,” he laments.

“We’re not even doing Wicked, nerd.”

“We should! I would make a great Elphaba.”

Charlie begins to sing the climax of Defying Gravity. You smack his shoulder before he can get too far.

“Shut up, idiot, you’re going to ruin your vocal cords before rehearsals even start.”

“Aw you care,” Charlie coos at you, reaching up to pinch your cheek.

You lean back as you try to bat his hand away, only to tumble over your pile of wires. Your groan is interrupted by a fit of laughter from Charlie.

“Now it’s even more tangled,” you complain.

“Hey, hey.”

You glare at Charlie as he scoots over to you to pull you back to sitting.

“You’re looking a little tied up, want some help?”

“I will strangle you – ”

Your voice cuts off when you catch a glimpse of the clock on the wall of the auditorium. You had fifteen minutes till the rest of your crew would start to stream in for rehearsal. You don’t even realise that you had started picking at your cuticles until gentle hands pry yours apart.

You exchange glances with Charlie, your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your actor to your techie. And you know immediately that he has clocked your anxiety for the impending disaster that would be the rehearsal if you don’t get the wires sorted in time.

“C’mon,” his voice is gentle. “I’ll help you and we’ll sort them a little faster. Just tell me what to do.”

The two of you sort and coil the wires in comfortable silence, shoulders brushing whenever one of you leans to grab a wire that was just a little too far away. With two pairs of hands, the wires are sorted and coiled just in time for the first people to start streaming into the auditorium.

You’re gathering the wires in your arms and about to rush off when Charlie stops you.

“Wait, I have – ” he interrupts himself, shooting you a sheepish, almost embarrassed grin as he rummages through his pockets. You look at him expectantly, but the look melts into one of fondness as he pulls out a small keychain shaped like a tech headset.

“It’s a good luck charm for you,” he says proudly.

Your mouth falls slightly open in shock.

“For tech week?”

“For tech week.”

God, you guys were such theatre kids.

“I didn’t get anything for you,” you say, warmth rising in your neck.

Charlie shrugs as he moves to hand it to you, but when he realises that your arms are too full to take it, he bends and clips the keychain to the belt loop of your jeans.

“I don’t need a keychain when I have you!” he says as he pats your shoulders good-naturedly.

You’re saved from having to give him a proper reaction when somebody yells for Charlie to get backstage to prepare. So, you mouth “Thank you” to Charlie just before the two of you are swept up by the whirlwind of chaos that was tech week rehearsal.

In your three years of friendship with Charlie, the two of you had never really gotten gifts for each other, much less good luck charms. But then again, it was your last tech week of your high school career, so maybe you did need it.

Equipped with a good luck charm from your best friend, you were sure that tech week was going to go just fine.

-

As it turns out, you really did need the good luck charm.

Over the week, several episodes of misfortune occurred. First, part of the set piece fell apart during a climax scene. Then, two of the leads’ mics stopped working during two separate rehearsals. Subsequently, two ensemble members sprained their ankles tripping over a prop. In a completely unrelated incident (lie), you now had a broken bench that needed to be fixed. Lastly, you got chased out by the security guard before the techies could keep all of the equipment. You returned the next day to find three wires and a wireless mic set missing.

All in all, it was tech week. And somehow, you got out of it alive.

By some miracle, the set pieces and props were easily fixed. The two ensemble members had gotten injured at the beginning of the week, so by the end of it their ankles were much better, and both were ready to perform. Another techie found the missing wires and mic at the beginning of the last day of tech week by sheer luck when she was cleaning out the backstage area.

You suppose you should thank Charlie for the good luck charm.

You didn’t get much time alone with your best friend during tech week, the both of you being too caught up with your various responsibilities as an actor and techie. So, by the end of tech week, it was safe to say you missed your best friend.

“And that’s a wrap for tech week!”

Your director’s words are met with cheers from your whole crew. Tech week was over, nothing burned down, and you were officially less than 24 hours to opening night.

Charlie finds you as you’re packing your bag, his own bag sitting on his shoulders.

“Hey,” he greets.

“Hey,” you return, bumping his shoulder. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a week.”

He rubs the back of his neck as he replies, “Yeah, it’s been a crazy week, huh?”

You hum in agreement, before unclipping the keychain he gave you and holding it out to him.

“Turns out I really did need the good luck charm. I don’t think I would’ve made it through otherwise, so, thank you. Now’s your turn to have the keychain for opening night.”

He chuckles, reaching forward and taking it from you. Then, he’s grabbing you by the belt loop and pulling you closer, clipping the keychain back onto your belt loop.

“What – Charlie – ”

“I told you, I already have my good luck charm,” he says sincerely, gazing into your eyes.

The two of you are close, standing inside each other’s personal bubble. You’re acutely aware of Charlie’s hand hovering over your hip where he had clipped the keychain. You’re also aware that you’re so close you can see specks of green in his blue eyes.

“Charlie,” you whisper. “What does that mean?”

His smile line crinkles as he says, “How about I tell you after opening night?”

There’s a quiet moment as he studies your face for your reaction.

“Okay,” you reply.

You’re not sure what drives you to do your next action – maybe because you missed your best friend and the stress of tech week and opening night were getting to you – but you’re pulling Charlie in for a hug before you can stop yourself.

“A hug for good luck,” you blurt out.

For an embarrassing second, Charlie doesn’t move. Then he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you.

The two of you pull away, smiling.

“You’re gonna smash it tomorrow, Charlie.”

“So are you.”

“I think I’d rather not smash anything,” you joke.

Charlie shoves you slightly, and the two of you are chuckling.

The biggest event of your senior year was happening in less than 24 hours. And the two of you were going to get through it by the power of friendship and good luck charms.

[crucifiedbymypriestess]

Hey, it's me again! As you know, I was excited to write Dark!Charles, and these are some quotes from before he drown in the darkness of his conscience, he is fr fr an absolute lost cause.

None of those works are published yet, but it'll be on AO3 soon. I'm also will posting about other cherik FICS.

Once again, forgive my English, I also translated it with Google this time. Feel free to correct any grammar/language misspells.

With a broken heart and a recent abandonment, Charles is tempted to be no longer fearing his own telepathy.

Some quotes:

"I keep asking myself if there is something about me that makes everyone abandon me. If my love, my emotions and my words always show that I'm so desperate, that my mind wants to grab his, dig in my nails and turn them both completely into one, because only then my love could be understood."

"...But I liked it. I liked that because only then I can feel a pain so deep, that I certainly call it mine, and only mine.

Only in that way I can feel my heart being only mine, my mind only listening to me, and for a brief moment I only..."

"It hurted me, but he left as if nothing had happened, with his figure upright. I remember crying and complaining about the sharp, dull pain in my back.

My mind was desperately trying to reach his, but his direction was empty and quiet. But my projections never stopped, they were transmitted loud and clear only to Erik. Just...

Please, Erik, turn around, please look at me. Don't go, Erik, please. I love you, I love you, I'm sorry. Please don't abandon me, I can resist more, I will never complain, but stay.

Erik disappeared leaving a trail of red smoke like everyone else next to him, but my heart felt that Erik turned into ashes until his body mixed with the sand of the beach in Cuba."

"Maybe if I resist, in the end there may be a reward for me, a little more and maybe something will shine in front of my eyes.

Enduring so much pain, I can't give up now, just a little more and in the morning I will have a happy ending, and I will only be able to hear myself, and I will feel my own hands, I will feel my own skin, I will be loved and kissed, and I will like it, I will. . I will love, and it will tickle me, I am so sure. Just a bit more of waiting."

"I hate him.

Why it has be so difficult? I'm tired, and I really wonder if this is really necessary, if the times I see the love of my life again, it will be to be judged and led into a fight that I don't want.

Maybe it's best for us to say our goodbyes and bury our love, stay with our good memories..."

"Help your people, Charles. If you owe anyone anything, it's us. You can't keep defending humans, Charles! They plan to exterminate us!

I don't want to be anyone's hero, Erik. I... I'm serious, I'm tired."

"I don't owe anything to you, or anyone else, Erik. Why is so difficult to understand that for once I would like to be the one who can choose himself? Are you going to steal my life and the decisions in it like you stole my sister?"

"I never asked about this, I don't want it. I don't want to be the one, to rescue anyone, please, just... everyone go on their own."

And that's all, lol. Me on my way to give old men abandonment issues. Still not satisfied with the writing, but I'm getting better time to time, I'm getting there!

[daydreamingmia]

Walker Scobell X Reader I Series | You Belong With Me 🔱 Part 23

A WHOLE LAND?! 🌊🏰Part 2 🩵

You and Walker were sitting on your bed now watching tv

The three come in your bedroom door and Dior hands you the soda

"Thank you!" You smile

"Of course!l Dior replies as the three sit on the bed

"I can't believe it! This is so insane!" Dior says

"I know right! What am I gonna wear?" You think out loud

"I don't know. But you'll look beautiful" Walker looks at you with love in his eyes

"Aww thank you" you blush

Since when did he get so nice??

Ohhhh this was the first time the two of you were going back to Disneyland since your first date! Is he nervous? Is he happy? Both?

You don't really wanna say it in front of Aryan, Dior and Charlie so you text him.

(My phone is acting weird so it’s gonna not be a picture😭 sorry!!)

My seaweed brain🥰😜😘

Sup😎

Sup?

So…

So?

Well…

Well??

Hmm…

Spit it out!!

What do you want?!

Well…rude😔

How do you feel about

going to Disneyland again?🥰

I’m thrilled!

Really?😁

Of course! We are gonna walk

through there and remember

all the amazing memories of

our first date

Awwwww!

I love you so much!!🥹😎😘

I love you too

NOW SHUT UP I WANNA WATCH TV

You love tv more than you love me😭

Yup

🖕

—A FEW MOMENTS LATER🍍 (the next day)—

You didn't sleep last night...you were too excited. Walker sweetly said he would stay up with you but...he kinda fell asleep within like 10 minutes of saying that 🤦‍♀️

You were scrolling through your instagram watching edits people made of you and Walker when you look at the time and see it's 5am

"It's late enough" you think to yourself

You lean over Walker as you just stare at him with your face like a centimeter apart

He didn't even wake up💀

"Wake up" you slap him

"Ow" he grumbles as he winces

He opens his eyes and sees how close your face is

He screams😒

"Why did you wake me up to that terror?!" He complains

"Well silly me for thinking you would smile to see the love of your life when you wake up" you roll your eyes

"I would be! Do you know where she is?" He jokes

"Yeah she's sitting here thinking would they miss Walker at the grand opening...eh I'll take my chances" you reply as he just glares at you

"It's 5 am!" He complains

"Yeah so" you shrug

"You woke me up an hour early!" He whines

"Oopsie" you smirk

"I want you to know I really hate you" he grumbles

"I want you to know that you didn't stay awake with me last night and this is your punishment" you laugh at him

"Did you at least pack before you woke me up" he rolls his eyes

"Uhm...yeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhh?" You look away as he rolls his eyes

——

(Sorry for the time skip lol)

When you get to Disneyland you go through their secret underground tunnels so nobody sees you. Nobody knows still! They just said there is going to be a special Disney plus event today but thats it!

"Do you think anybody is suspicious?" Walker asked you

"I don't know. But boy is everyone gonna be surprised" you laugh

They take you up the stairs and come out a door to the Percy Jackson land.

It is breathtaking! The whole place was decorated like camp halfblood!

"So there are 4 rides, there will be meet and greets with cast members dressed as you, there will be random characters, saytures and campers walking around at all times, there will be a show where the scene where Luke and Percy fight in the first book on stage, there will be a capture the flag game every 4 hours and at night campers will tell stories by the fire. Any questions?" The last asks

"Can we like go on these rides and test them out?" Walker asks with a look in his eye like he's 5

"Yeah that would be amazing!" You agree

"Of course! You will go on all of the rides now and also a few times with the first guests" the lady explains

You and Walker look at each other then the girl. She gives you a smirk kind of like "oh so you two are literally both Percy"

You are Walker dart off in a race to the first ride. You were still holding hands so Walker was trying to push you back. You crash your shoulder into him cause ing him to stumble and you get a foot of a lead. You suddenly came to an extreme stop. You look back at the rest of the group.

"The ride is that way" the lady points in the complete other direction

"See Walker I told you it was that way" you lie

"You know you should have known...after all you are supposed to be a wise girl" he smirks

"And you're supposed to be funny but that didn't work out for you either" you reply as he rolls his eyes

The two of you walk back up to the group

"There is also a gift shop over there" the woman pointed

"Hey can we check that out first?" Dior asks

"Sure" the lady replies

You walk inside and it had all the merch. Shirts and necklaces and a bunch of blue candy.

"Awww look it's a percabeth necklace" you show smiles

"Walker?" You turn around and see him running back to you

"Hey" he says casually

"Uh where did you just go?" You ask

"Nowhere" he shrugs

"Perseus Jackson where do you just go?" You stare at him

"Ugh I bought you this" he gets down on one knee and pulls something from behind his back

It was a RING...pop😒 (aka candy)

"Oh thank you!" You smile and kiss him

"You look like you were expecting something else" he says knowing you so well

"Well..nope never mind" you shrug

"Come on! Now I'm curious!" He complains

"I'm not telling" you roll your eyes

"She though you were gonna propose" Aryan says casually walking past the two of you

"ARYAN!" You yell as he just leaves and walks faster

"You thought I was gonna propose?" Walker asks

"Maybe" you mumble

"Wise girl I love you but we are only 15" he says sweetly holding your shoulders

"I didn't say I was happy about it" you joke

"Oh well then to keep you happy I guess I won't ever propose" he smirks

"ha. ha. You think your so funny" you mock

"I am" he smiles

"I also got you this" he says mischievously as he pulls a water blaster from his back and squirts you in the face

"Walker!!" You scream as you fight him for it

A guest at Disneyland's POV

My mom, sister and I have been here since the park opened. Let's just say I'm not a morning person. I'm absolutely exhausted.

Wait I'm getting ahead of myself. Hi! My name is Sofia! I am 13! I'm at Disneyland right now because I thought it would be fun to come here for my birthday!...Okay I'm gonna be honest why I asked to come here for my birthday...Walker Scobell and y/n came here for their first date and I think that's so cool! Call me weird but I just wanted to come here after that and think they stood right here. Am I a little obsessed with Percy Jackson?...maybe👀 but isn't everyone?

We were walking by some sort of thing Disney covered. It was probably related to the Disney plus event today. Suddenly is heard a girl scream.

"Walker!" She yelled

OMG I KNOW THAT VOICE ANYWHERE!! AND SAYING WALKER!! OMG!! OMG!!

"They're here" I blurt out and suddenly stop

"Who?" My mom asks as both my sister and she stop with me

"Walker Scobell and Y/n. They're here" I smile

"What?! can you feel them through the force my padawan?" my sister jokes

"No seriously! They're here! I'm sure of it! A girl with the same exact voice as y/n just yelled at Walker from behind this wall!" You exclaim

"Wait are you serious?" She asks

"Yes! I'm dead serious!" You reply

I turn to the wall and try to peak through the cracks

"What are you gonna do?" My mom asked me

"Well if I know my sister she's probably about to climb this wall" my sister jokes

"Oooo!! Do you think I could?" I ask excitedly

"No!!" The say in unison

"Okay okay fine" I reply

I take a selfie and post it on my Snapchat.

Immediately it went viral

"Sofia come on we can't just wait for them to come out" my mom says

"Ugh fine" I pout as we walk off

3rd person pov

"Walker I'm soaked now!" You whine

"Oh stop complaining" he rolls his eyes

You snatch the blaster from him and squirt the water at him

"I'm Percy Jackson do you think a little water is gonna hurt me?" he rolls his eyes

"Yes it wouldn't hurt Percy Jackson but I know you've got ptsd from filming in water so much" you smirk

"So you did it on purpose?!" He yells kind of a proud smile

"Maybe" you giggle

"You are so Loki's sister" walker laughs

"Just call me little mischief" you giggle

——

You go on the first ride. The tunnel of love one!

The entrance to the ride was just like the show. I don't know what it's called but you know what I mean.

You all separated into different boats. The boat only allows two...hehe romantic.

Walker helps you sit down and you cuddle into his chest. It reminded you of filming.

Just like the show the first thing that happened was the projections on the walls!

🎶What is love? Baby don't hurt me🎶

"I feel like I've heard this before...like in an orthodontist's office maybe" you hear Walker's voice say

But it wasn't Walker. It sounded like his voice during filming. Boy has his voice changed since then.

You then look to your left at boat with 2 animatronics of you and Walker (aka you and Percy) floats along with the two of you

You look at Walker and he looks like a little kid in a candy story. Huge smile and amazed!

"Wait I know this. This is Hephaestus's story" you hear your animatronic say

Wow they looked so real it was kind of creepy

Awww Walker looks so small next to you back then

Sorry ADHD lol back to the ride...maybe you actually are a halfblood

You look at Walker and he's just looking at you lovingly

"What?" You ask

"Nothing. This ride just reminds me how much fun we had filming...and how amazing it was to fall in love with you" he smiles as you blush

"I was thinking the same thing" you reply as he kisses you

The two of you are interrupted by your own voices lol

"Rejected by Hera"

"Rejected by Aphrodite"

"My mom told me these stories all the time.

I remember this."

"She said..."

"What?"

"She said this is what the gods are like to each other"

"This is the kind of family they are"

"Why didn't you wanna say that just now?"

"She was trying to keep me away from you guys"

"Maybe you were right"

"Maybe she should have been preparing me better"

"Maybe she was preparing you"

"So when you got to us you'd be different than this"

You look at Walker and he's mouthing the words that the animatronics are saying

You hear the crashing of water in front of you

Well I guess this ride has drops

The boat with the two animatronics floats behind a wall as you hear the animatronic yell "Percy!"

Walker hold you right as you go over the drop...which by the way was huge

"Well now I'm soaked again" you laugh

"This really does remind me of filming now" he rolls his eyes

"Percy stand up! I mean it!" You turn the corner and see Percy in the chair

"It's okay" he says softly

"I'm okay" he says sooo sweet

You're almost tearing up watching this...which is a little weird I mean it's you and Walker

“Remember when the water jet went off and I went flying into the wall?” Walker laughs

“Of course I do! You tried to grab me so you wouldn’t hit the wall! I call it a murder attempt” you jokingly punch him

“You know…I can push you off of this boat” he smirks

“You know…I can kill you” you threaten

“So what? You threaten to kill me all the time” he rolls his eyes

“Yeah but if you push me I’ll have no choice but to follow through” you shrug

You look foward as see…

Another drop...yay😒

You get to the next scene and see Percy and you hugging

Awwwwwwwww

"Don't ever do that again seaweed brain" you hear Annabeth say

"I love you too wise girl" you hear Percy say with a little smirk in his voice

You get to the end of the ride and wait for everyone to get out

"So what did you think?" You ask them

"Ahh I loved it so much" Dior squeals

"Eh I was waiting for Luke to come in and stab you or something" Luke jokes

"What?!" You turn around sharply as he laughs

"Yeah I mean where was Grover? He's the best character and they forgot about him" Aryan pouts

"I think it's because he's not the best character" walker jokes as Aryan just glared at him

Okay so I'm just gonna describe the rest of the rides you all because it'll take too long to write about you and Walker on the ride right now.

So there is one where you get in a seat and "put on" Luke's winged shoes. You go by a room where Luke is projected and is pacing as he tells you the rules.

"To take flight say Maia. Percy, Grover and Annabeth will meet you." Luke says

The ride takes you through all of camp halfblood and more. Suddenly a monster (aka Mrs. Dodds) attacks you. Percy and Annabeth protect you as Grover accidentally flies away lol

There is a connu (idk if that’s how you spell it lol) where you float through the lake at camp halfblood and Chiron tells stories about the camp and stuff.

There is a "car ride" whet Percy along with Annabeth and Grover drive you to camp halfblood as you are getting attacked by a Minotaur. You've seen Percy's driving...it's a miracle you survive.

There's also like shows and stuff😁

A/n: alright everyone this is gonna have at least 3 parts. I have a surprise in the next chapter😘 again I wrote this at like 5 am so ther may be mistakes😭

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR READING!! I LOVE YOU SOOO SOOO SOOO MUCH!! If you liked the story please like, comment and share!! You are all amazing and I appreciate each and every one of you!!

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[wispforever]

WOw we are not being shy today ok. i got this. #25?

That's what I like to hear fuck yeah thanks for the ask!

25. Common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing?

I talked about this a little bit in a previous ask for #6, but I'll say it here again. I think it's really annoying when people come into a fandom space and complain about something they don't like IN THAT SPACE. Most common example is people who hate shipping coming into the SHIPPING TAG and being like I hate shipping. THEN GET OUT OF THE SHIPPING TAG. There are plenty of spaces in the fandom to go where there aren't gonna be things you hate. It is YOUR responsibility to curate your experience. Block, follow, block again, block MORE. Do whatever the fuck you need to do, as long as I don't have to HEAR about it. Get the hell out of the bread aisle if you don't like bread, there's PLENTY MORE GROCERY STORE fucking christ

Other than that, I'm sick of seeing people complain when creators don't make things for a specific fandom anymore. People are not machines. They are not "content" generators. Their interests, energy, and inspiration will fluctuate. Every time I see an artist apologize for being inactive, I kill another influencer. WHO taught you you exist for others' entertainment? This is YOUR blog. It is your space where you put YOUR things. It is other people's PRIVILEGE to see what you create. They are on your blog because you have kindly given them the opportunity to see what you create. Who taught you that something you've vulnerably given to the internet to enjoy can then be digested and used to make you guilty for not making more. Stop making people feel guilty for not making more. THIS IS THEIR ART. FFS it isn't FOR you. hello van gogh would you please fucking paint more flowers, I miss when you painted flowers. *van gogh, crawling out from under his bed where he's been dissociating for eight hours, already making a post* sorry I'm van gogh I'll make more paintings soon sorry for being alive LOL SORRY THIS MAKES ME SO ANGRY I can't even talk about it coherently.

everyone just remember that if you're tempted to tell an artist to draw more or something like that, you are a guest on their blog and you might never have gotten to see ANY of their art if they had never posted in the first place. This is sharing, it isn't a fucking obligation. Artists don't owe their audience, they are doing their audience a favor by sharing their beautiful, funny, amazing creations. I am serious. No part of this is a joke

[yowyowyaoi]

Hidan’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Deidara:

Fuck you

Where’s the money you owe me

I KNOW it was you asshole

At least mine isn’t 91!

Pizza or Chinese?

No bc if you killed him Leader would just blame ME.

Help me prank Itachi and I’ll give you half my next check 

Scared of a little gengetsu? Pussy

Go smell Tobi’s hair then ask me who took your damn cheap-ass shampoo 

Why would you eat it it HAD MY NAME ON THE LABEL bastard!

Ok but can ya’ll go to HIS room once in a while?? I don’t need to be kept up all night!!

From Kisame

Do that to Itachi again and I’ll eviscerate you and floss with your intestines.

That Jashin voodoo crap doesn’t scare me kid

Why the hell would you eat that?! You don’t even LIKE tuna!!

You better hope you can outrun Deidara then 

I think you meant that for Kakuzu. GOD I hope you meant that for Kakuzu.

From Zetsu

You left that guy outside can I eat him?

Are you done with that body yet?

Believe it or not fear actually seasons the meat 

Weird question but can I lick your scythe before you clean it 👀

From Konan

Lol pretty sure his are bigger than mine kid

He’s not that old he just looks like that 

Leftover ribs in fridge for you 

Pls stop harassing him. He blows up my phone for hours complaining about you 😒

Get back down here and clean all this blood you trailed in! I JUST cleaned the floor!! 😤

Dinner. Last warning.

Me and Deidara going to get manicures, you in?

You think I can’t knock you out just because you’re taller? Challenge accepted.

From Sasori

I’m not a pervert he’s 19 he’s an ADULT.

Best friend? Since when??

That medicine won’t take effect if you don’t LAY DOWN and GO TO SLEEP, brat.

For as fascinated as you seem to be with my anatomy you’d think YOU were the one sleeping with me, not Dei 🧐

If Kakuzu already said no then NO.

Next time I’m stitching that mouth shut so we can all get some peace and quiet.

Yes but I can make mine any size I want at any time. You’re stuck with what you’ve got. 

From Nagato

Because I said so.

Yes, really.

Be thankful that’s the ONLY punishment you received.

What she and I do is none of your concern, brat.

I’m sorry but you know Kakuzu has the final say in all financial matters.

You either apologize or I’m going to let Zetsu eat you.

Because you two cause too much trouble when we let you take missions together.

From Itachi

I’m not falling for that one again.

Never. Never in a thousand lifetimes.

Because it’s unsanitary!!

I know you took it I saw you wearing it yesterday.

Why were you even listening anyway? Pervert.

Only if Tobi comes too, I don’t trust the two of you alone.

Literally a few greens won’t kill you.

Yes you did know that!! I told everyone on the VERY FIRST DAY how allergic I am to that! 😡

Either finish your ritual or take that guy somewhere else I can’t sleep with all the screaming.

From Tobi

Of course not! We’re just friends! 

Wait do you think I might have a shot with him?! 👀

Idk I left after I saw Zetsu chewing on the guy’s foot

Is there a way to take back a picture after you send it before the other person looks at it? 

Want some cake? Want to eat myself but Konan says to share or I’m gonna die 😅

From Kakuzu

How much is it?

Did you use the coupons I gave you?

That shit is coming out of your paycheck brat

Sorry. Next time I won’t make them so tight.

Because I don’t have the patience and you’re not responsible enough.

I stg if you bring one more lawsuit against this organization 😡

My room. Now. 

Everybody gets the exact same. If you waste yours that’s your own fault.

Make me ask again and I’ll come get you and throw you over my shoulder

This is getting ridiculous how many times am I gonna have to sew it back on?!

Come see me tonight I’ll take care of it.

It was you and Deidara. I KNOW it was you and Deidara.

Maybe if you’re a good boy.

[riconas]

teeny bit of angst? i feel like i just got hit over the head lol

swiss better make it up to dew, after that stunt he just pulled

lovely writing as always<3

teeny bit of angst! just a tiny drop! but i suppose swiss really should make it up to dew.

no smut in this one—just banter and cuddles.

takes place after this ficlet

“Come on, Dew,” Swiss pleads. 

“No way,” Dew says sullenly. “You’re gonna be mean again.”

It’s been a full day since Swiss royally fucked up. A full day since he rocked Dew to sleep and spent the next three hours contemplating where he had gone wrong. He finally has Dew again, albeit in a pissy mood, but hell if he isn’t going to try. 

Swiss takes his hands and looks up at him pleadingly. Dew won’t even glance at him from where he’s kneeling on the floor beside the bed, between Dew’s knees. He just pushes his chin out and stares haughtily at the wall, pointedly ignoring Swiss’s attempts to get in his pants. 

“I won’t,” he says genuinely. “I’ll be really nice, Dewdrop. I swear. I wanna make it up to you.”

Dew sniffles. “You could have made it up to me earlier. Instead of being horrible.”

Swiss rests his head on Dew’s thigh. Dew, mercifully, doesn’t kick him off. “I’m sorry I was horrible, Dew.” 

“No, you aren’t,” Dew says. “You always say that. You just want to get your dick in me.”

Swiss puts a hand over his chest, mock offended. He doesn’t want to get his dick in Dew, per se. He just wants to make Dew feel so good he forgets how to bully Swiss. And he’s already halfway to kissing Dew’s feet, anyway. What’s a little more?

“That’s not true,” Swiss says, a little bit hurt. 

“Well,” Dew replies airily. “I think very little of you.” 

But there’s a smile pulling at his mouth now, twitching at the corners. And he’s finally looking at Swiss, instead of pretending Swiss is invisible. He tugs his hands out of Swiss’s and cards them through Swiss’s curls, scratching lightly. Swiss leans into his hands, purring. 

“Please?” Swiss asks. “We can just cuddle. We don’t have to do anything more than that.”

Dew pretends to consider it. He swings his feet, toes brushing the floor. Swiss gazes lovingly. 

“Fine,” he says at last. “But I get to be the little spoon. And if you grind against my ass, I’ll scratch your eyes out.”

Swiss is okay with that—those are reasonable terms and conditions. He pulls the covers back and ushers Dew up into bed, curling himself around Dew’s little body, slinging an arm over his waist so he can pull him closer. 

He’s so bony. Mountain could use him to play the drums. 

“Your feet are cold,” Dew complains, as Swiss tugs the duvet up to Dew’s chin. He pointedly puts his feet on top of Dew’s again, just to hear him grumble, because an irritated Dew is better than a sad Dew. He breathes in the burnt-cinnamon smell of Dew’s skin, nosing sweetly underneath his ear, and Dew lets out the quietest little sigh. 

“Does anything still hurt?” Swiss asks. He curls his hand around Dew’s warm cheek, and Dew rubs against him like a cat. 

“Nah. I was fine after I had a nap.” He grabs Swiss’s hand, brings it up to his lips, and presses a kiss to Swiss’s knuckles. It feels like an apology. Swiss doesn’t know what for—Dew has no reason to apologise. He wishes he could be closer to Dew, but they’re already pressed as tightly together as they physically can be. He tangles their legs together under the blanket, hooking his knee around Dew’s ankle. 

It’ll have to do. 

“I’m sorry I left,” Swiss murmurs. He’s said it more times than he can count, but the guilt hadn’t gone away, even after Dew had claimed to be alright. 

“You still owe me,” Dew says softly. 

Swiss sighs. “I know.”

[cryscendo]

i was gonna reply to your comment on my post but i thought id bring the discourse straight to your inbox instead alskfjdslk its not like we're telling teenagers to go out and discover some weird kinks of their own right this second lmao but they absolutely have to learn to be comfortable with the fact that people are going to be into kinky shit they think is weird and thats its not in fact a moral issue and also none of their business lol

like when i was a kid everything was so fucking raunchy and im not saying it was better but everything has to be so fucking sanitized now and thats not good either. when i was a kid online in the 00s people would literally link you to shock porn videos as a joke and that was just an accepted norm. nowadays there are so many ways to tailor your online experience to you and people are just ignoring all these block and filter functions and look at shit they know they dont like and bitch about it when they had every opportunity not to see it

and it goes back to the fucking rocky horror discourse like god forbid youre trying to portray a queer character in a way thats anything other than the most palatable beige blank slate that ever was. god forbid a queer character acts or dresses or looks or behaves in a queer way aksfjsld they want everything to be so fucking boring and palatable to 1) encapsulate every single queer experience on earth in a single piece of media and 2) be tolerable to straight people because theyre under the illusion that there is any acceptable way for a queer person to be to a bigot other than dead. both are a useless endeavor and they need to quit wasting energy on caring about either

like god fandom just feels so bleak nowadays and i know part of it is bc of how fast things move and no one can hold longterm interest in stuff anymore but a huge part of it is how flat out prudish people are all of a sudden

let ships be problematic let queer characters be weird let sex be kinky lmao let fandom by fun again my godddd

sorry for the rant aklsfjkdshfdk i apparently had a lot to say but hey i love you thanks for complaining with me xxxxx

omg i’m so sorry i meant to respond to this earlier than now!!! i saw it originally when i was waking up for work and thought “ooooh she’s making some banger points i’ll respond to that on my break” and then i just… forgot. so here i am now better late than never 🥰

i’ve always had a bit of a problem with the incessant need to sanitize fandom. i’m not saying ppl can’t curate their fandom experience to appeal to their interests, because obviously, they absolutely can. HOWEVER i do think it has become much more policed than it once was.

i think kink, and understanding its place on a fundamental level (especially within queer spaces), is something that takes maturity to fully understand. like with the rocky horror thing, the use of sexuality and kink is inherently different than what a young person of today might perceive it as. it doesn’t particularly surprise me that people are so sensitive to it, because they simply don’t understand their roots — they’ve formed this concept of queerness that pleases them, and therefore find other demonstrations of queerness to be antiquated or “back-pedalling” (even though we both know it isn’t). i think it’s dumb and immature to try to dictate “right and wrong” ways to be queer, but i’m also not all that shocked that it’s happening.

all this to say, queer characters don’t have to fit into the boxes that we deem as “appropriate”. just like how real queer people don’t owe an explanation for who they are, these queer characters don’t HAVE to reflect every queer person that engages with their media.

personally for me, kink is a MASSIVE component of the queer experience. so because of that, i like my favourite bitches to be kinky but that’s just me 😌

absolutely feel free to rant anytime your opinions are literally always correct to me <3

[breadbrioche]

split ends

superbi squalo x reader

➳summary: you wonder if squalo would let anyone brush his hair for him

➳warnings: n/a

➳ word count: 600

➳a/n: when it comes to khr i like writing stupid shit so here this is lol this isnt proof read whatsoever so it might be dogshit whoops sorry

“Voi, I’m done with the shower.”

You crack an eye open to peer over to the direction of the voice from the hotel bed where you were flopped on and see Squalo exiting the bathroom, towel around his neck and skin still flushed from his evidently hot shower. You take a long inhale, acknowledging him, before burying your face into the pillow.

“Can’t be bothered. I’m too tired…” you murmur, eyelids already half closing.

Squalo scoffs and you hear his heavy footsteps pad towards you before he pulls you up by your arm but you try your hardest to resist him.

“Voi, don’t be fucking nasty!” Squalo insists. “Just get up and wash already, you’re fucking filthy”

“You’re so loud!” You complain as you thrash against him, desperately clinging onto any semblance of sleep you had. You clutch a section of his hair and tug - a last ditch effort to make him stop bothering you. Though if you were fully awake, you would have realised that such an action would naturally produce the opposite reaction out of Squalo.

“OW-! WHAT THE FUCK!!”

As he squawked even louder than he already was, you didn’t bother releasing the long lock of hair in your hand. You idly played with it in your sleep deprived state, twirling it between our fingers as you tune out his screaming.

While it was still damp, Squalo’s hair felt silky and healthy; undoubtedly thanks to his rigorous maintenance of it. As you rub the stands between your fingers, you wonder how long it would take to do his routine; hell, you wonder how such a busy guy like Squalo even has time to do it.

What if he has someone to brush his hair for him while he does work? You shoot down that idea before you could fully form it; knowing Squalo he’d kill them if they snagged a knot or something. Then you start to think what would happen if you were the one to brush it.

“Can I brush your hair?” You ask him casually, interrupting his tirade. He looks at you incredulously, eyebrows almost reaching his hairline. He snatches his hair back from your grip and finally stands up straight over you.

“Have you not been fucking listening to me?!”

“No.” You state shortly and you can hear Squalo inhale, ready to continue his angry berating. “But can I though?”

“Why should I?”

“Well I’ve realised you’ve never let me do it before. C’mon, pleaaase?” You drawl out, finally sitting up. You look at him with a begging pout and you almost laugh at how disgusted he looks. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Squalo continues to eye you suspiciously despite your truly innocent intentions for once which makes you sigh, disheartened.

“What about this;” you begin to propose. “If I brush your hair - and I’ll be very gentle and quick about it - I’ll take a shower like you told me to”

He scoffs and tosses his hair over his shoulder. “You’re fucking disgusting to use your hygiene as a betting chip.”

“Yeah but only because-“

“For fuck’s sake- if I let you do this, will you shut up?”

With an elated gasp, you spring up immediately, nodding your head furiously. Squalo rolls his eyes at your sudden enthusiasm but throws a comb at you nevertheless. He turns away from you and perches himself at the edge of the bed, which he feels warping as you shuffle to meet him.

“If you pull my hair again, I’ll fucking kill you” Squalo warns over his shoulder.

You giggle; your hypothesis was right.

“Of course, Captain!”

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Lee!George Week Day 5 - Thighs

ahhhhh we're finally back!!!!!!! in the midst of a we're so over, came an indescribable... we're so back

again, I just wanna say I really appreciate your guys' patience with this, and I hope the fact that it's 5600 Words is a decent trade for the wait lol

and still, big shoutout mush for putting all this together!! you can find the prompts here, and if you want to participate make sure to use the tag "mushie's lee!george week" when you post <3

last thing: this one is a part two to this fic for day two of this week!! check that out first if you haven't read it yet, if you'd like to!!

lee!george, ler!dream, ler!sapnap, 5600 words exactly :o

enjoy!

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"…Do you know about his thighs?"

"WHAT?! Dream, NO!" George protested immediately, jolting up off Sapnap's lap and whipping his head around to gawk at Dream as much as he could while still laying on his stomach. 

"I don't think I do! Please, enlighten me!"

"No, no, nonono, no enlightening, shut up! Dream, don't say anything!" George flicked his gaze back and forth between the two of them, squirming as subtly as he could so he wouldn't draw too much attention to the fact that he was yanking at his leg that was still pinned down by Dream. 

"Oh, Sapnap. You're gonna love this, his thighs might be as bad as that rib spot, probably about as bad as his ribs in general, like just… everywhere on them," Dream explained, pressing his hand slightly harder down on George's back to make it harder for him to struggle. The boy in question let out a choked noise when he felt the pressure, pushing up against Dream's hand to try to get him to stop.

"No, nonono, no you WON'T, you will not, because it's not true, Dream, please, shut up," George pleaded, giving Dream his best puppy dog eyes, hoping he would take some kind of pity on him and at least take it easy, if not let him off the hook completely. He turned as far as he could manage, able to prop himself up on one elbow and bend his free leg to the side slightly.

"Sorry, Georgie, my mind is made up." Dream sealed George's fate with a shrug, grabbing George's ankle and starting to pull it back down towards the other one.

"No!" George squealed, yanking his ankle from Dream's grasp and kicking it wildly. He turned further, still up on his elbow but leaning against his hip as well now, kicking at Dream's hand when he went to grab him again and protesting further. "Don't touch me, let me go, get off!" George kicked at Dream's thighs now, trying to push him off his other leg, but he noticed Sapnap had slid off the couch next to him and was now standing in front of him instead. He put his free hand out in front of him, hoping to keep Sapnap away, flicking his eyes nervously between the other two to make sure they didn't try anything. "Neither of you touch me!"

"Ow! Fuck, George, that hurts, stop kicking me!" Dream complained as he grabbed George's ankle again, with a much harsher grip than before, his fingers spread out more and ending up with a few of them pressing hard into the skin above the top of his sock. George gasped, struggling against the hold for a few seconds, whimpering as he couldn't pull away nearly as easily this time.

"NO!" George screamed, all three of them giggling at how ridiculous and frantic he sounded given the situation, but George never stopped yanking at his foot. 

"Sapnap, help me hold him down!" Dream asked through his quiet laughter as he in turn yanked George's foot right back, knocking him off his elbow and hip to be flat on his stomach again, landing on top of his arm. He felt something press against his outstretched hand, looking back over to see that Sapnap was pushing it out of the way.

"No, NO! DON'T!" George yelled, moving his hand back to push at Sapnap again. He tried to prop himself back up, barely pushing up onto his palm before he was shoved down again. It was Sapnap's doing this time, who had reached forward and pushed down on his back between his shoulder blades to force him down flat again. Then, before he could move, Sapnap slipped his hand past the top of his hoodie and cupped his hand over the back of George's neck. He held George's head down firmly against the cushions to keep him in place, his warm cheek pressed against the soft blanket underneath him. George absolutely lost it, squirming as much as he could manage in the compromising position and immediately yelling out protests. "STOP, stop! Let GO, GET OFF ME, NO!" 

"Jesus Christ, George! Chill the fuck out!" Sapnap yelled back, grabbing his still flailing wrist with the other hand and holding it out to the side so he wouldn't interfere with either of their movements. George whimpered again, starting to come to terms with the fact that he really was not getting out of this, and he groaned as he forced another wave of energy to the surface so he could make one last effort at escaping before silently admitting defeat and letting the other two have their way with him.

"Fuck you!" George yelled, barely successful in his thrashing, however he did manage to shove his foot around to kick Dream again– this time, George was pretty sure he managed to hit Dream's chest and stomach a few times, due to the distance his foot went and the way Dream yelled out in response.

"OW, George, what the fuck!" Dream shouted, tightening his grip on George's ankle and tilting his foot upwards. Suddenly, George felt fingers scratching mercilessly at the sole of his foot, wiggling with no sense of direction from his heel up to the spot under his toes and staying there even as George attempted to curl them in to block the attack.

"DREHEHEHEAM!" George bursted into sudden, loud laughter, completely caught off guard by the onslaught of tickling on such a horrible spot. He twisted his foot as much as he possibly could, ripping his arm out from under him to pound on the couch underneath him. He tried desperately to lift his head, or at least turn it further to either hide his face or look Dream in the eyes while begging him to stop, but Sapnap's hold was steady and kept him in place. "STOHOHOP IHIHIT!"

Fortunately for George, Dream did stop, cupping his hand around his foot and squeezing it as tight as he could.

"Then behave yourself, and calm the hell down. Take a breather, George. Chill." Dream punctuated his sentence by moving George's leg again, pushing his leg flat against the couch and moving to straddle both of them at the same time, sliding down from his thighs to sit on the backs of his calves.

"Fuck yohou," George said as he caught his breath, but he still forced himself to relax. He knew by working himself up it would only make him more sensitive later, and he was, unfortunately, very aware of the fact that he was no match for the other two by themselves, let alone together. George tried to lift his head once again, but Sapnap just held tighter, pushing his head down one last time as he watched out of the corner of his eye as Dream motioned for him to walk over and straddle George as well. "I'm nohohohot– I cahan't just… chill when I, like… when I know what– what's coming."

"I know, Georgie, I get it. I promise I'll be careful, okay? I know how to tell when you've had too much, you know I know your limits."

"Yeah, whatever," George grumbled, reaching over and smacking Sapnap's arm when he finally let go of his wrist and his neck in favor of sitting on top of George. He settled himself right on the small of George's lower back, making sure George couldn't move his upper body at all to throw him off, but still giving him enough space to breathe and flail his arms around when the tickling actually began. "Oh my god, Sapnaaaaaap…" George whined when he felt the new weight on top of him, attempting to squirm and wiggle away any way he could think to, but he didn't budge at all, barely moving a few inches the whole time. He couldn't kick or turn over or see past where Sapnap was sitting, entirely at the mercy of the two captors he was supposed to call friends, and entirely helpless to whatever they decided to put him through. "Sap– I– ugh, Dreeeeammm…"

"George," It was Sapnap who spoke this time, resting one hand on George's hip to get his attention. "Is this still okay? We can do this another time, if you want. I don't want you to actually be uncomfortable," He continued, gently messing with the waistband of George's shorts and the hem of his hoodie a few inches away, flicking them between his fingers to straighten them out and switching locations every so often. George's hoodie was still hiked up a small bit, leaving a sliver of his lower back exposed, and Sapnap switched his trailing the nails of his pointer fingers to follow that tiny line of skin, above the waist of George's boxers where they were slightly exposed. He smiled as he heard George squeak and gasp, and watched him arch his back as much as his body would allow him too. Sapnap pulled his hands away, moving them back to George's hips, not wanting to continue until he was given actual verbal confirmation. 

"No. I hate you. This sucks. Get away from me, I'll kill you," George fought back, voice flat until the end where a tiny smile was audible in his words. Dream laughed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Sapnap.

"Trust me, he's fine. He's just being a dick, like usual. He's okay with this," Dream confirmed for him, making George scoff and roll his eyes. "Right, George?" Dream said, raising his voice and speaking slowly to make it mockingly obvious that he expected an answer. George scoffed again, not appreciating being spoken to and spoken about like he was a toddler, but he felt the hesitancy in Sapnap's touch where his fingers trailed thoughtlessly over his hip, and figured he should maybe give the boy a break.

"Yeah, this is okay. I'm okay, Sap. Promise. And- and Dream, he… he knows how, like… how to tell if I'm not… so…" George stumbled over his words, and the admission that Dream had done this enough to know his tells somehow felt more embarrassing than admitting he was enjoying himself.

"Exactly right. So relax, Georgie," Dream reassured softly, patting the sides of his thighs rhythmically, trying to soothe George as best as he could. "And let me show our lil' Sap here how to wreck you properly." Sapnap giggled at the affectionate description of himself, scrunching up his nose and shaking his head. George let out another whine, keeping one hand squeezed into the blanket and using the other to cushion his head and hide in again, the same position as he was in earlier.

"Yeah, shut up back there and let Dream explain," Sapnap said harshly, reaching behind him to dig into George's ribs for a few seconds, just to hear George squeal and feel him try so helplessly to squirm away. 

"AH, FUHUCK– WHAHAT THE FUHUHUCK!" George reached back blindly and grappled at Sapnap's hands, but they were gone before he could even touch them, leaving him breathless, fired up, and confused once again.

"Okay, go ahead, Dream. Teach me your ways, Sensei," Sapnap said, pretending to karate chop both of George's hip bones with a small pop of his mouth before resting his palms flat on George's back below where he was straddling. The other two giggled at his dorkiness, but Dream began his explanation anyway. 

"Okay, so, honestly there's a lot of little details to cover, but they all kind of get you a similar result, which is mainly just… screaming, whining, pleading, thrashing, crying–"

"I do NOT cry!" George interjected, horrified and offended by the implications Dream was making.

"No?"

"NO!"

"Want me to make you?" George went silent immediately, curling back into the crook of his elbow and whimpering softly. "That's what I thought," Dream boasted, making Sapnap chuckle again. 

"You're cruel," Sapnap muttered without really thinking, speaking mostly to himself, though Dream heard him anyway. 

"Oh, baby boy, that's nothing. You'll see cruel, don't you worry," Dream continued to act cocky, smirking at Sapnap as he looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded almost nervously. Dream made a mental note to absolutely explore that reaction later. "But anyway, yeah, um… there's very few areas on his thighs that don't get a reaction, so honestly, no matter what you do or how good you are at it you'll get a pretty decent reaction anyway." George grumbled at this information, groaning into his elbow, but not making a move to deny it. He knew it was true, and he knew it would seriously backfire on him if he tried to challenge that fact.

"Awesome," Sapnap mused quietly, trailing his hands down from George's back to his hips again as he listened to Dream talk.

"More specifically, though, nails are fucking killer for him, no matter where you do it. The scratches will get him begging in seconds, here, watch," Dream said as he formed his hands into claws and scribbled his nails up and down the backs of George's thighs, over the material of his shorts.

"No, nonono, Dream do‐OHOHOHON'T NAHAHAHA–!" George screamed out, shoving his face further into his arm and curling his elbow around his mouth to muffle the frantic, squeaky, high pitched laughter that was flowing out of him. "DREHEHEEEEAM!"

"And it only gets worse if you're able to get his bare skin, that's a literal nightmare for him. He can't handle that at all," Dream explained, only stopping his movements after he was done talking to quickly hook his thumbs into the legs of George's shorts and push them half way up his thighs, leaving the bottom part of his boxers exposed. George whined louder, burying his face further into the sleeve of his hoodie as he felt the cool air against the bare skin of his extremely sensitive thighs. Dream pushed them up as well, more gentle so he didn't make George too nervous, and he let his claw hands descend down again until he could scratch unbearably lightly over the backs of his thighs, as well as behind his knees.

"Oh god, oh fuck, oh f-FUHUHUCK–" George's laughter shot up in volume again, cackles and squeals bouncing off the walls of the living room. "DREHEHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE!" George pleaded, slamming his fist against the couch and letting out pathetic whines and whimpers through his wild laughter.

"See what I mean?" Dream said smugly, giggling at the way he could feel George's legs tensing with the urge to try and move them away from Dream's fingers with no success. "This is another thing that works really well, here, gimme your hands," Dream said, motioning for Sapnap to bring his hands forward. He did, and Dream took hold of his wrists and gently placed Sapnap's hands on the exposed skin on the back of George's thighs, cupping them around the muscle there. George whimpered at the warmth of hands on him again, tensing up, curling his toes behind Dream as he braced for what he knew was coming. "Okay, perfect. Now just squeeze a few times, not hard enough to hurt him but, like… like this," Dream put his hands back on Sapnap's wrists, squeezing around them to demonstrate the proper way to repeat the movement on George's legs. Sapnap nodded and hummed in understanding, and he squeezed George's thighs repeatedly. 

George screamed out, his entire body jolting, then melting into the couch for a few seconds as all the strength left his body, and then he began squirming and thrashing frantically when he couldn't escape the feeling.

"NOHO– SAPNAHAHAP!" George threw his hand behind him to grab at Sapnap, his hand landing on Sapnap's back, telling him he was in the right vicinity. He reached out again, able to get his hand to Sapnap's arm, and he wrapped his fingers around the material of Sapnap's sleeve and pulled at his arm. "STOHOP– PLEHEHEASE!"

"Okay, okay, okay, Sap, let him breathe," Dream said with a few giggles, clearly entertained by Georges suffering, as he tapped the back of Sapnap's hands so he'd pull away. Sapnap sighed in feigned annoyance, squeezing one last time and holding George's thighs with a comforting pressure to calm his nerves down before pulling his hands back. "Besides, he's gonna need a breather before the next part anyway."

"W-what?" George whimpered nervously, his voice raspy and broken from how much his laughter had practically shredded his throat. His breathing was heavy, and Sapnap could feel his chest behind him expanding further with every new breath he took. He spoke again, whiny and frantic, wondering what else Dream could possibly have in mind. "Whyhyhy, w-why, Dreheam, whahahat are you gonna dohoho?" 

"Relax, baby. I promise you'll be okay. I'll make this quick, yeah?" Dream furrowed his eyebrows when he got a groan in response. "Georgie? Is this all still okay, sweet boy?" He asked, hoping to draw a verbal response of positivity from the eldest. Sapnap traced the tips of his pointer fingers in circles over the backs of George's knees, keeping his titters and giggles up but not overwhelming him too much to speak.

"God– yehehes, it's fihine… juhust hurry…" George said, giving Dream the reassurance he needed to get to the grand finale.

"I will, I promise." Dream said with a pat to George's thigh, before he adjusted his sitting position for the final time. He pushed himself off George's legs to only straddle one thigh– the opposite one from before– and he pulled George's now free leg to rest on top of his leg so it was propped up slightly. "I'm gonna use this leg this time. I feel like I tortured the other one enough earlier…" Dream proved his point by reaching back and swiping one finger quickly up the sole of George's foot, reminiscent of his earlier actions he used to subdue George. George yelped and squeaked, curling his toes and kicking his leg out where it rested on top of Dream's. Dream giggled at the reaction, before picking George's leg up again and curling his arm tightly around his calf, trapping it in a headlock. "…so it's only fair to use the other one to make it even," Dream finally completed his sentence, smiling when Sapnap hummed in agreement once again. 

George squirmed, happy that he was able to move a bit more now (even if it was only a tiny bit), but he still whined and grunted and grumbled at the new position. He tried to twist and turn, attempting to slide his leg out of Dream's hold, but exactly how it had been the whole time, he got nowhere.

"I hate this," George complained. "I hate you both."

"George. Shush. I'm trying to learn here," Sapnap scolded playfully, chuckling when he heard George scoff and groan at him. "Proceed," He said to Dream, motioning for him to continue. 

"Thank you, Sapnap. So, obviously the backs of his thighs are pretty bad, but you can't forget the rest of them by any means. Like, dragging your nails up and down the tops of his thighs will make him all shaky and whimpery, it's actually adorable. But if we're gonna keep going with squeezes and shit, above the knee works wonders, I promise you. Here, try for yourself," Dream offered, making sure his hold on George's leg was secure and gesturing for Sapnap to lean forward slightly to get the spot he mentioned. "Just kinda curl your fingers around right here," Dream demonstrated with his own hand, making George squeak again, despite the fact that nothing had happened yet. "Yeah, perfect. Now just squeeze, a little bit more firm than you did with the back of this spot."

"AHAHA, NOHOHO!" George reacted immediately after Sapnap began his squeezing, his laughter getting higher in pitch as the squeezing continued relentlessly. His leg shook and thrashed in Dream's grip, fighting as hard as it could to get away, almost on autopilot, since George knew there was no point in struggling anymore. "OKAHAY, OKAHAHAY, THAT'S ENOHOUGH THEHEHERE!"

"Is it, though?" Sapnap responded smugly, scrunching up his face and furrowing his eyebrows in exaggerated skepticism. 

"YEHEHES, IT IHIHIS, PLEHEASE!"

"Okay, okay, fine. One last spot then we'll leave you alone. Sap, stop for a sec, rub the tickles away for him," Dream instructed, and Sap did exactly that, putting more comforting pressure on the spot and softly rubbing his thumb over it to get the ghost tickles out for George. The man in question was still giggling wildly behind him, and Sapnap was nearly convinced they'd broken him, but Dream seemed confident in the finale and George hadn't shown any signs of discomfort or discontent, so he went along with it. "Okay, one last thing. I saved it for last because it, like… it's really bad, and I wanted to actually be able to show you stuff before we had to call it quits, so, yeah. Fair warning, we literally might only be able to do this for, like… five seconds MAX, because it's so bad for George. I honestly appreciate him even letting me do this without openly trying to bite my head off."

"You're still an idiot!" George yelled from where he was laying, bracing himself yet again for what he knew was coming. "Just get it over with!"

"Okay, yes, you're right, sorry. Sap, the thing I'm talking about is his inner thighs, right? They're, like, crazy sensitive, especially to things like scratching, either harsh scratches or the really light ones, and also raspberries too, but we can save that for another time because even I know that's a lot for right now. Pinches also work super well, just little tiny ones, and all of that stuff works even better if you can get under his shorts to do it– which we're so lucky to be able to do today," Dream smiled, gently tapping his fingers against George's thigh where his shorts were still pushed up and the leg of his boxers still poked out unevenly. George whined, high in his throat, and even Sapnap could tell he was nervous about this part. He gently placed a hand on George's thigh that Dream was straddling, gently rubbing his thumb over his shorts to reassure him that he would be gentle.

"Dr-Dream, I–" George began, his voice coming out squeaky and shy, and he clamped his mouth shut before he continued. 

"I know, baby boy. Real quick, then we're done, okay? This is it."

"Fuck, yeah, mhm… that's okay," George confirmed, reaching behind him to grip onto the fabric of Sapnap's sleeve again. He pulled more this time, until he was able to grab his elbow instead, and Sapnap let the boy pull his arm back until it was in reach enough for George to lace their fingers together. Sapnap nearly cooed out loud, looking at Dream with a wide-eyed, pouty, enamored expression that essentially read 'he is so cute, are you kidding me right now?', to which Dream nodded with his own similar expression. Sapnap squeezed his hand, pulling it back to place a gentle kiss to his knuckles before dropping their hands and letting them rest against the couch, planning to keep them intertwined until George chose to pull away.

"Okay, Sap. If you're ready, just take your pointer finger and thumb and just… pinch lightly, all up and down his inner thigh, like, this light," Dream once again demonstrated the correct pressure on Sapnap's wrist before he began, and Sapnap nodded. Seconds later, he was copying the movement on the pale, exposed skin of George's inner thigh, and the reaction he got was instantaneous. George let out a choked sound, followed by a muffled squeal and loud, hysterical laughter that he was obviously trying to hide by shoving his face into his sleeve again, even though it didn't do much. He immediately thrashed, harder than Sapnap had ever seen him squirm before. He kicked his leg wildly in Dream's grip, slammed his other foot against the couch where his leg was still pinned under Dream, bucked his hips and arched his back all while trying to twist away, and he squeezed Sapnap's hand as tight as he possibly could while twisting his wrist at the same time.

"GOD, OKAHAHAY, STOHOHOP– STOHOP, PLEHEHE– FUHUCK, PLEHEHEHEASE– STOP! STOP, I CAHAHAHA–" George begged and pleaded, his words getting lost to new bouts of laughter almost every time he attempted to get one out. His laughter was hoarse by now, and his gasps for air sounded damn near painful, and Sapnap could still feel how much his chest expanded every time he took one in, desperate for the oxygen as he didn't know when he would have the chance to take in another. "SAHAHAP– DREHEHE– OH GOHOHOD, PLEHEHE–"

"Okay, okay, okay, Sap, stop, he's had enough, he's definitely, definitely had enough," Dream said, batting Sapnap's hand away and laughing openly at how unabashedly George was begging. Sapnap immediately tugged the material of his shorts down and pressed his palm flat against George's thigh, following his leg down as Dream let it rest against the couch again. The room was void of words for a few moments, silent except for George's leftover laughter and sharp inhales and curse words. 

Dream pushed himself off of George and motioned for Sapnap to follow, both of them standing up to give George some much needed room to breathe and relief from having the weight of two fully grown men sitting on him for well over 10 minutes, not counting however long Dream was on top of him alone beforehand. Sapnap turned around to face George as he stood up, resting one knee on the couch next to George's legs and slowly sitting down next to him, then reaching out to rub one hand up and down his back. Dream stepped forward and crouched next to the couch, using one hand to hold onto the arm to keep himself steady and the other to play with George's hair to help calm him down.

"Georgie? Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" Dream asked quietly, tilting his head to try and catch George's eyes, even as they remained closed. "How are you feeling?"

"Mm… mhm," George mumbled, melting into the soothing touches of the other two. "I'm good, really. Just out of breath," He explained with a chuckle, voice hoarse and scratchy. "And exhausted, oh my god, I am so tired," He finished, making all three of them laugh at the admission.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. You're just so precious, sometimes it's hard to not fuck with you a little."

"That was 'a little', was it?" George snarked, putting air quotes around 'a little' as he quoted Dream. The other man chuckled and nodded, humming out a confirmation. "S'okay, though. Promise." George's voice was even quieter for the last part, almost a whisper, clearly embarrassed to admit it. Dream smiled softly, leaning forward onto his knee so he could press a soft kiss to the side of George's head.

"Good. Now, what do you say we all go up to my room and have a big group nap, yeah?" Dream offered, rubbing his hand up and down George's arm now. George nodded enthusiastically, whimpering at the thought of finally being able to relax and cuddle up to his two best friends.

"Yes, oh my god, yes please," He agreed, already pushing himself up onto his elbow and rubbing his eyes with the heel of his other hand. Dream giggled, glad George was still smiling and happy even after everything they'd put him through.

"Okay, good. What about you, Sap? You in too?" Dream turned his attention to Sapnap, who smiled so wide it made his nose scrunch up a tiny bit. He also nodded, equally as enthusiastically, giggling a little but.

"Yeah, absolutely, that sounds sooo fucking nice right now," He explained, before placing his hands on George's shoulders and leaning over to speak closer to his ear. "Plus, our little kitten is sleepy, isn't he? Poor baby needs all the rest he can get after that. Don't you, kitten?"

"Okahay, shut uhup–" George whined bashfully, bright blush returning to his cheeks as he scrunched his shoulder up and pushed Sapnap's head away. Both boys giggled, and Sapnap stood up, reaching his hand out for Dream to take to help him stand as well, which he gladly did.

George groaned as he turned onto his side, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back now that he was free to move his body again, before relaxing his muscles with a sigh and a hum. Before he could make a move to stand up, however, he felt a pair of arms slipping underneath his knees and back, and suddenly he was hoisted into the air and into someone's arms. He yelped and squealed, his eyes shooting open as his arms scrambled to grab the person's shoulders, and it took him less than two seconds to realize that it was Dream who had picked him up.

"DREAM! What the hell?! Let go, put me down!" George squirmed in Dream's arms, pushing at his shoulders, but Dream just shushed him and squeezed him a little tighter, and George couldn't help but relax in his hold a bit more.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm not gonna make you walk after all that, we're gonna dote on you and give you attention until you fall asleep, okay? Plus, you can barely keep your eyes open, you're exhausted," Dream explained, starting their journey to his room with Sapnap in tow, gently hitting the top of George's foot when he crossed behind them.

"That's not even true–" George tried to protest, but ironically enough he was cut off by a yawn, which he tried to muffle in Dream's shoulder but it only ended up making the squeak at the end more audible and making the other two coo at him. "Whatever. Shut up." All three boys giggled at that, and they finally reached the doorway to Dream's bedroom. Sapnap opened the door for all of them, and Dream walked over to his bed and tossed George onto it, making him scream out his name and fall into another fit of giggles as he bounced on the mattress. "You're such an idiot!"

"I know," Dream said with a wide smile, pulling the covers down the bed and tossing an extra throw blanket on the pillow for later use if anyone needed it. 

They all crawled under the covers– Sapnap nearest to the wall, George in the middle, and Dream on the end– and Sapnap curled up against George's back like he was trying to superglue them together. He wrapped one arm around George's waist and the other over his chest to hold his opposite shoulder, and he pulled him close before crossing one of his legs over George's and nuzzling into the back of his neck. Normally, George would've complained and squirmed and pretended to be angry at Sapnap, but the hold and the warmth and the steady rise and fall of Sapnap's chest against his back was so instantly comforting that George was sure he could've fallen asleep right there. Dream smiled at the two before pushing himself forward as well, crossing his own arm over George's waist and worming it between the two of them. He brought his other arm up to let George rest his head on his bicep, making sure to still have his arm in a way that his fingertips could reach the back of Sapnap's head if it was out straight but the back of George's if it was bent, so he was able to keep contact with both of them. He rested his chin on top of George's head, kissing his head a few times before they all relaxed against Dream's cozy mattress. The room was silent for a bit, before Sapnap spoke up to make one final comment before they went to sleep.

"George?" He said quietly, not wanting to be too loud and startle either of his friends.

"Mhm?"

"I just wanna say thank you for letting us do that. I know that must've been, like… hell. Like, that must've been so hard to endure."

"I mean… y-yeah…" George responded, suddenly shy, reaching forward to fuss with the hem of Dream's shirt to keep himself busy. "But I'm alright, so that's what counts."

"Exactly," Dream agreed, sliding his hand off of George's waist to rest it gently on his hip, patting it as he spoke. "And you did so great, too."

"Alright, shut up, that's enough. Go to sleep."

"And who knows! Maybe one day George will be nice enough to let us do it again, with different spots!" Sapnap said with a hint of hope, pulling George closer by the waist and squeezing him tight.

"Yeah! I mean, I didn't even get to show you this spot, did I?" Dream said as he squeezed three quick times at the spot where George's hip and thigh met, making George gasp and push his hips back against Sapnap behind him.

"DON'T, Dream!" 

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, I'm not gonna do anything," Dream reassured, patting George's hip again before slotting his arm back around his waist. "We've tortured you enough for today."

"Yeah, you definitely have. Now let me sleep, Dream…"

"Okayyyyy, okay, fine. Nap time."

"Mm. G'night, idiots."

The room fell silent once again, and soon all three boys were fast asleep, curled up in each other's arms, where they were always destined to be.

[cantsomeoneelsedoit]

Ch 55: Use Your Rules

Oh fun! An old-fashioned human+monster 2-on-2!

I'm not sure what this kind of mixed-doubles fight genre is called, but it's different than regular summoning where the humans just sit back and watch--Otherwise I would've filled this page with tokusatsu gifs like I really wanted to

The chapter title "Use Your Rules" already reminded me of this meme and then Tozuka had to go and give Spoil that face, so this happened...

I am so sorry everyone the doctors say my brain is spoiled

Poor Spoil. He's really going through it!

Juiz tells him that even if she eliminated him, another rule would compensate for his loss. That's an interesting idea in UU and it explains why they had a concept of "years" even though they didn't have Revolution in place.

The idea that the world will "fill in the gaps" if a rule goes missing raises the question of what is considered a necessary or sufficient aspect of the world. In Ch 14, Spoil claimed to be a necessary rule ⬇️

Maybe he just has an inflated ego and he's not actually necessary. Or is Juiz just bluffing when she says that he's replaceable? He might just be jabbering, though. He was in a very different situation when he was bragging to Fuuko!

Wow, Juiz is scary!

She immediately informs him that he's at a disadvantage-- it's crazy how many steps ahead she's already planned for. She knew Billy's plan, his goal, his weapon, etc, and she knew how their Pokemon would match up.

Spoil's such a brat! I love him! He's not even looking at Burn when he shoots; he's looking at Juiz because he's about to say, "See? I told you!"

But he gets socked in the jaw by Burn instead.

Poor lil feller

Billy tells Tella to stay back and that he'll handle the situation. Is he really planning to kill Juiz?!

It looks like Billy might be thinking the same thing Tella's saying.

Juiz's focus and speed with her saber is ridiculous!

My love for Mihawk knows no bounds, but Juiz did that with a smaller sword and at a shorter distance, j/s. Then again, he's lazy and she's a go-getter, so it makes sense.

I love the layout on the next page.

Unfortunately, that's kind of true for Juiz as far as Union leadership, as well. Because Juiz is so honest to her own sense of right and wrong, her actions can be predictable.

She uses Unjustice on Burn, who GRRR?s back at her. Can Burn not speak at all?

Acting against his sense of Justice, Burn blocks Billy's bullet from hitting Juiz, revealing that Burn really is on Billy's side, and not just a hostage. Spoil can't resist trolling.

"Mr. Stubble!" I'm glad someone acknowledged it! Billy's been out here in the wild for a while now...

What's the favor that Burn is paying back to Billy?

Concept-types seem to be more overarching and multifaceted compared to phenomenon-types. Winter has more going on than just being cold, for example.

Is this why Spoil has a chip on his shoulder? Does he have a bit of an inferiority complex caused by God's favoritism and phenomenon-types being snobby to him? Or maybe he's just kind of a SPOILed brat and so he likes to complain about others-- it won't be clearer until we meet more UMAs that show inter-UMA dynamics lol.

To illustrate his point, Burn shines a bright light into the sky. It seems the favor he owes Billy is that Billy has given him a chance to meet his "maker."

Interestingly, Spoil can understand Burn! I wonder if Billy also had a way to talk to Burn and negotiate their partnership. Could he have used a version of Tella's equipment to allow Burn to speak?

The "childhood memories" line cracks me up. It hadn't even occurred to me that UMA would have life stages.

Use your rules to make humans suffer? WTF, God? Because it seems like some of these rules could be used to help humans under the right circumstances, like Burn providing warmth or Clothy making clothes. So if there's a specific directive to be malicious about it, then it means that God really is only interested in making the humans miserable to force them to try to overcome their circumstances.

Billy assumed that Spoil was aiming at him, but the beam actually hit the ground. From the way Spoil thinks aloud, ("So I can start shooting once he uses Unstoppable, was that it?") it's obvious that Juiz has instructed him on what to do here, and he's surprisingly obedient.

Her plan worked, and Billy gets hit with the Spoil beam. Tella is AGHAST. Billy had told him he'd take care of everything, and Tella never doubted him. Even so, he doesn't rush forward to get involved--he stays back and follows orders.

We know that Billy can use Unjustice because he used it on Tatiana. So why won't he use it on Juiz? He claims that her mindset is predictable and easy to read, so it's probably safe to assume what her vision of justice is, yet he still doesn't try to negate it.

If Billy is holding back, it could be that he simply doesn't want to kill the person who has the most information about the way this world works. Juiz's tears are sincere, but Billy's still hiding something...

Masterpost

[caluski]

okay hiding the complaining under the cut this time lol sorry everyone

the worst thing is that ive actually made a move to get medicated again. and then i knew i was about to be unemployed and not have the money (or insurance?) and backtracked again. and i know no one believes me when i say i want to get better, but i really tried. and i know it doesnt matter in the end because intentions mean basically nothing. but i wish someone would believe me. i know i have no right to demand it, i know no one owes it to me especially as in the past, my own support that i had shown others probably wasnt good enough, i dont deserve the favor to be returned. i really really want to die. i know this means nothing too, and i know im out of the chances fate has given me, i just wish i could die, i wish i could die in my sleep so i dont have to think about it. there is no worth in this life and i cant believe ive spent so long lying to myself otherwise. i hate having ocd but i wish that just this once, just regarding this one thing, my words really could become true and kill me.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

It's gonna get really uncomfortable in here if she keeps being unclear about the muses and making it a open debate and continuing the discomfort everyone has with the mash ups she's been doing for months now. It will be fun for me though. As a creative sort who has had to rethink their own art in the shade + light of relevations in my own life. I hope she is so happy and inspired she can go back to writing more abstractly with plausible deniability and with open metaphor-story and the Folklore-Evermore-Anthology series.

I’m sorry if that’s the experience you’ve had, but I haven’t found it particularly uncomfortable for that reason on tumblr. I think everything depends on how you curate your dash and what you choose to give energy to, and I don’t give mine to that stuff. There are certainly topics I don’t feel particularly comfortable talking about because they’re delicate and I don’t feel like this is the appropriate forum for it or because things get weird, sure, but that’s not on Taylor, that’s on the people consuming her music. I don’t think you meant it this way, but again, if people are uncomfortable with what she puts out, that’s on them to explore why it does and to reconcile it, but Taylor is allowed to write about whatever she wants however she wants, whether it’s diaristic or fictional or a mix of both. One doesn’t invalidate the other.

This isn’t directed at you, but I really don’t understand the argument that she needs to be clear about anything. No other artist is under the same scrutiny about what they write about, and Taylor only is by her fans because she was open about being personal at the beginning of her career and it stuck. But so are many other artists, yet nobody cares about their inspiration. I can tell you I don’t think about muses about any other artist I listen to, and I rarely did about Taylor until I dipped my toes into online fandom around Lover and more seriously during folkmore. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that time lol, although not really because I’ve had so many wonderful, insightful conversations here about so many of those experiences.

I would never wish for Taylor to restrict what she can write about in the way she wants to write. Whether it’s confessional or prose, that’s up to her. I don’t think there’s correlation between her happiness and how diaristic her music is. I love her fictional and allegorical writing and would welcome more of it (evermore followed by folklore followed by the Anthology are my favourite albums), but her diaristic writing is so powerful because it’s universal in its uniqueness too and I cherish those songs just as much.

Do I complain sometimes about how there are things I wish I could talk about but don’t feel I can here? Sure. But that’s not because of Taylor’s writing, it’s because of how the internet doesn’t leave room for nuance or critical thinking a lot of the time and how it’s not a place for dialogue so much as a soapbox. (As i am doing here, for instance.)

TL;DR: Taylor doesn’t owe anyone anything.

And with that, I’d like to move on from the topic, thanks!

[pridewhatpride]

Writing comments isn't easy, no, and it isn't owed either, true. But the people on this post seem to be Christ on the cross, like. Bestie, yeah, "I'm happy getting hits, kudos are already an extra", how little do you think you're worth? Not everyone is happy getting nothing at all out of giving to a fandom- and if the response is no comments at all, the author is gonna think nothing about what they've done is worth remembering or talking about.

Not everyone has to comment, no. And authors don't want to guilt trip people either. But some people write as a way to communicate, and if nobody responds at all, screaming into the void becomes a little tiring.

I'm an artist as well as a writer- if my art gets no comments and only likes, I'm generally okay with it. With writing it's different. With writing it's hating myself because what I've written is meaningless to everyone but me until 3 months later I talk to someone in the fandom and they say they really liked x fic.

And like. Great. That's nice. I'm really happy to hear that. I'm sorry for the months I spent crying over it tho lol. People will write 10k+ words and what they'll get is, at best, the meme where the guy gives a thumbs up and proceeds to ignore the person ejhegdhwhdh

Now, sorry for the incoherent ranting. I'm happy there are people who are satisfied with no comments! Some of us would like to know that even just one person had a single thought about what we spent days writing ^^'

Again, no need to comment on everything. And not everyone needs to always be commenting. But in the same way that comments aren't owed to authors, fanfic isn't owed to you. And it's easy to then complain that your favourite longfic was discontinued when it's too late and the author has already given up on trying to connect with people.

[killuaisaprincess]

THREE YEARS OF WRITING 🧁 (or close enough!)

Lemme start by saying I am tired. One hater takes enough out of me, I have ADD hypersensitivity, so yeah, still kinda recovering!

I wanted to make this something super happy! And actually on time, but literally, one day later, today some asshole wants to show up in my tumblr inbox and complain? And it was about the old me! So I'm doing it early! I’m here to celebrate my growth! Fuck them! Lol 🖕🎉

They were basically, oh, you’re not Q! You’ve fallen off! No, I’m not! Q is dead! And Q was never truly entirely me! I will always be grateful if she hadn’t taken the first step, I wouldn’t be here, but Q got scared even writing the simple niche of Gon carrying Ki more than once! I still remember that authors note Q wrote apologizing! I wanna laugh at her! Like she owed anyone anything! It was like her fourth fic, I think.

I get her, part of her still lies in me! Like I’m sorry to that person you’re so insecure and pathetic that someone changing and growing into a confident person who writes what she totally likes full on indulgence! Bothers you! She was always in there okie! She was just scared! 

Creating Qutie was the first step. And I’m proud of her and how far she’s come! I don’t care anymore if everyone hates me! I know most probs do! I am confident and happy about my presence here! And love that I can speak up without fearing anymore! Realizing I don’t fit! Or belong with the fandom was the best thing that ever happened to me! I don’t forgive the og hater/stalker and made me poof Q, but I am actually thankful to them. 

My third year anniversary of writing is coming up on Sept, 4! 

And I probs would’ve made a speech about how happy I am and how far I’ve come then too! So consider this that! Except it probs would’ve been 50 tags cuz that’s my style lol 😚

No matter what anyone says I am proud of me!

I love my writing, and I love my fics! It really just is the simple concept of imagining finding an author you like! And then there are tons of works ready for you to read! Even if they're small thingies like mine! I was into GK back in 2012, but I was young and there wasn't any GK really, and plus after CAA I was just depressed there was nothing there for me. So I left! And then 2020 of June I fell back into Gonki!

I watched tons of reactors and got back in, but I couldn't find anything that was my taste fic wise, so I just took a leap of fate, I found maybe one fic of Gon carrying Ki maybe one and billions that I did not like! So I decided to do it for me!

I wanna be with Gonkillu forever! I don't wanna imagine a world where I leave again! But on the chance it ever does happen? Look what I've done for me! I've become that author I would like with tons of fics all ready to read! For me! 90+ will be there if it does happen.

And nothing pleases me more! I do reread my fics as is! But the idea of knowing me of the future should something ever happen has that... it's the best feeling!

And no one will take that from me! When I couldn't find anything I wanted in 2020 I didn't go to writers and go WAHHH WAHH WAHHH DO WHAT I WANT I took action. So no loser anon is gonna stop me. If you liked the old me become her, but I like the new current me more! Who goes full in no fear!

I do wish there was a GK world and I will say stuff like that! Cuz I do wish there was! But I've never gone to a writer and been like dooo this for meee, like!

I put my money where my mouth is and am creating the GK world I want for myself!

Thank you, me! For the three years of writing! Here's to many more!

I’m on a little teeny tiny island by myself! I need a cute flag 🥺 IT HAS TO BE PINK OMG WITH GON CARRYING KI AND KI WEARING A CUTE PINK DRESS AND LITTLE BUNNY EARS 🥺 he’s a little bunny 🐰