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[writingforfishes]

Hicvember Fav OCs, Fantasies, WiP

Favorite OCs:

aka: easiest to write/have been expressed to be beloved by readers

Otto. I mean, yeah. He was the first. As I live alone, I'll picture Oto hugging me, sometimes. He's, well, part of him is me. Part of him is who I need. And a big part of him is his long torso and squishy belly and long limbs and thick neck that collapses every time a hard hiccup hits him.

The truth is I've already written so much about Otto. Like, you want a creative output based on Otto just scroll a little. I just love how easy going he is about his hiccups and a lot of other things but some things he just fucking crumbles at. I love his balanced calm and but also his vulnerability.

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Atticus is, obviously, a self-insert. They are a more idealized version of myself except they have the same hang-ups and emotional shit I do. Writing them gives me permission to work through my shit in a safer way.

Atticus started as a way to express myself about my fetish healthier. Then, to my surprise, people liked Atticus. I thought I'd write this character as an ever-person motif. They'd be there to witness things. I didn't at any point assume they'd be likeable to the point of actually wanting to know them better. I hadn't prepared myself for that possibility.

(I try not to think too hard about how people liking Atticus might mean people might like me. Atticus is way cooler than me, anyway. Worm's art makes them look absolutely cooler than me.)

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Mark was a SURPRISE to me how much people liked him. He's based on the character from Otto's characters inspiration which I always struggled to connect with. He was just so...sorta...boring and just there to represent the plot. He had his moments, and he was technically the titular character, but he was underwhelming to me without anyone to support him.

Mark veered a little from his inspiration. Mark became more bro. He was way more sensitive. He was way more communicative and vulnerable. But he also ended up turning into this himbo bro I did not intend on turning him into. But for this slice of life fiction I'm writing, it works better as it doesn't hold the same supernatural gravitas the show he came from did.

And, surprise surprise, Mark hiccups! I didn't intend to show Mark's hiccups but damn I'm glad I did.

Mark's gulpy hangover hiccups had been planned for a while before I wrote them. And, really, I love that writing another person's hiccups gives me an opportunity to explore how different one person's hiccups can be from another.

Now, because of you all, I kind of like Mark, too. His stupid pretty face. His stupid pretty mouth. His stupid...dumb brain. His stupid magnificent hiccups...

Fantasies

a hiclet

cw: wet dreams, fast hiccups, arousal

Atticus felt the soft flesh of Otto's belly under their naked body.

They were small, able to lay their entire body on the plush warm surface.

Every hiccup he made send them up and down.

If they wanted Atticus thought they might be able to shrink even smaller into his belly button and cover themselves in the hairs surrounding it. But, no, they'd stay their shrunken size to this point because they could feel the soft pads of fat pounding against their entire being from the powerful muscle contractions underneath.

They could hear the slosh-thump, gulp-thump. It made their member grow hard as they squished deeper into his belly.

"Th-hrk!-ey're co-hrk!-ming s-hrk!hrk!-so f-HUCK!HUCK!HUCK!-fast, At-hilk!-At-hiiilk!-Atticu-HUCK!"

HUCK!HUCK'M!HILK!UCK!UCK!UCK'M

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"Ooooh," Atticus moaned as Otto watched them as they rubbed themselves in their sleep.

The clock maker had come in with a case of hiccups to wake Atticus up with, but it looked like the writer had gotten started without him. His spouse's arousal from the wet dream was putting his in real life hiccups into overdrive as they watched Atticus desperately squirm against themselves.

"He-hilmp!-hey. C-hick'm!-an I get himp'kk! in on th-haup!-that!?" Otto finally said as they rubbed his hand along Atticus' shoulder.

Atticus rolled over and startled, fully awake in an instance as they watched their husband and heard his hiccups. Otto's face watched them with need as they squirmed up and rubbed their eyes as they reached for their glasses to watch Otto without blur.

"Oh my gawd," Atticus muttered. "My dream man is real!"

Otto couldn't help but laugh, worsening his hiccups even more.

"They don't hurt?" Atticus mumbled still waking up.

"N-huck'm! ju-hilmp!-just r-ark!-eally aro-hup!hup!-oused from w-himpk!-watching you. HILMP!HICK!" Otto said and moaned at the end. "They're f-HIMP!-f--faster now HICK'M!-HUP! though! HILK'M!HUCK! Oh..."

He rubbed his chest as Atticus whined.

"Can I...can I ride your...belly?" Atticus asked speaking just above a whisper.

Otto nodded, wincing at the power the hiccups had gained with his quickened heartbeat and faster gulps of air.

That was how Atticus found out that Otto made the best vibrator in the world.

WiP

Literally this is one of my works in progress. I'm not even gonna edit it. Maybe...

This is from a request. I'll post the whole request when I finish the story. But for now, this is where it ends.

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Both Otto and Atticus were stiff and sore from the hike to see birds and have a picnic. They may not have seen the birds they had initially thought they’d see, but the murder of crows that had adopted Otto as their mother was worth the physical exertion used to scale the mountain trail and back down.

Otto’s hiccups had lasted around 15 minutes in total. His ones that morning had been a 10 minute affair. It was unusual that he’d not had at least a third case by this point. If he was going to get the hiccups multiple times a day he usually got them at minimum three or four times. But after dinner he counted the lack of hiccups as a blessing as his stiff body settled down in the bed next to Atticus.

Atticus usually didn’t go to bed early, but it was fair to say the hiking trail owned both of them and even though it might be a while until Atticus fell asleep, laying down beside their boyfriend was all the encouragement they needed to take advantage of the bed and comfort found in it.

“Seriously?! Where’s my watch?” Otto grumbled. “I thought I put it on the nightstand…”

In his exhaustion he felt like he’d been loosing things all day. They were always in the most obvious places when Atticus pointed them out, but his fuse was short when he was tired. Everything seemed like too much effort. He was impatient. He felt Atticus tap his shoulder and he faced them before he could wiped the scowl of frustration off his face.

Wordlessly Atticus tugged at the arm he was using to prop himself on the side of the bed as he sat on the edge. They looked down meaningfully and he followed their gaze as his eyes landed on the leather band around his wrist.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“Thanks…” he said gruffly. “Sorry.”

Fingers fumbling a little more than normal he eventually unbuckled the watch and set it on the nightstand before leaning back onto his pillow. He put both hands on his face with another dramatic sigh.

“I’m just so tired,” he said, muffled from underneath his palms.

“And grumpy,” Atticus noted.

Otto’s hands lowered to give his partner a scowl, offended. Then he sighed a third time as he let his facial features relax.

“Yeah...I guess I’m a little grumpy,” he admitted. “Sorry about that, too.” He winced apologetically.

Atticus chuckled, though, shaking their head as they propped themselves up on their elbow to face him.

“I think I can deal with an adorably grumpy boy next to me,” they said letting their voice hit its lowest octave, amused.

Otto scoffed.

“I’m not...adorable,” he said with a near whine.

“You aaaare,” Atticus teased as they took a finger to the tip of his freckled nose. “Boop!”

He wiped the finger away with a scrunch of his face, which was definitely adorable.

“Stooop!” he said in a definite whine. But he couldn’t stop his face from breaking into a smile finally. He pushed his hand into their face trying to hide the amusement from them.

“Don’t smudge the glasses! Ha! I saw it! I saw you smiling! Grouchy grump smiled!” Atticus announced proudly.

Otto chuckled finally.

“I am grouchy and grumpy!” he declared. “And I’m sore and tired from the hike, too. I want to sleep. Just a nice long sleep.”

“Aww,” Atticus cooed, then. They took off their glasses and placed them on the nightstand on their side before turning around and snuggling into Otto’s chest.

“Then let’s get this guy some sleep. Is it okay if I lay here?” they asked as they rubbed over Otto’s white sleep shirt on his chest with their hand. “If you get too hot I’ll move over. But you’re just so damn comfy.”

Otto chuckled again, despite his mood.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, ruffling Atticus’ hair.

Never in any other relationship had anyone appreciated the softness of his body like Atticus did. It wasn’t just for comfort; they seemed to genuinely admire it aesthetically, too. It always threw him for a loop the way Atticus spoke about him as if he were actually attractive. Then again, Otto got the impression that Atticus had their own insecurities about their body Otto was more than willing to put to ease. Aesthetically they seemed to be each other’s perfect match despite having more than a foot of height difference between them.

As Atticus’ cheek started to warm the left side of his chest Otto took a breath as he reached up to turn off the lamp when suddenly, “HUCK!”

He felt Atticus startle a little at his side as he groaned feeling the familiar lump in his throat and tightness in his chest as hiccups continued to spasm in his body. This was not a soft case, either. They smacked into his chest and jostled his rib-cage. Soreness from his previous cases was renewed to go along with the muscle soreness from the hike.

“Aw c-HUCK’M!-come on HUP!HUP!-ugh!” Otto exclaimed as he lowered the hand from turning off the light onto his forehead.

Atticus watched as Otto’s head pushed into the pillow with every hiccup. They came on fast and loud. And, from the writer’s position right next to his chest, they were deep and powerful as well. They squelched and squeaked at the end and Otto seemed to grunt to some extent after every one.

“HIMP!-uh, HULP!-uh, HUCK’M!-uh, HLMP!HUCK!HU’UCK!-ugh, dammit!” he said rubbing his chest.

Atticus rubbed his sternum as it pulled in powerfully. They watched his stomach pop sharper than usual. No, this was not a casual attack. The poor guy’s diaphragm had declared outright war. But, guiltily, Atticus still had to fight the wave of arousal. Biologically their nether was buzzing with excitement. But they tamped down the sensation because Otto was not having a good time.

“Are—are you HUCKA!-feeling ar-HU’UP!--” Otto started to asked but Atticus interrupted him.

“I���m ignoring it,” they said with a shake of their head and sincerity in their eyes. They continued to massage his chest and rub down the front of his abdomen as it spasmed violently. “These look painful.”

Otto nodded with a wince.

“A li-HIP!-little. HUP!-HU’UK!-uh,” he said. “I NGK!-was wonder—ING if I would HUP!HUP!-uh, get th—them again! HMK!HMK!MK!-uh. Though I—I got lu-HUCK!-lucky. Guess no—not! HUCK!-HUCK!-HUCK’A!-ugh!”

If they’d just slow down or be a little less hard, he thought. He looked down to a very concerned face looking up at him from his chest. He felt their small but strong hand massaging at the soreness of his chest determinedly.

“I’m ok-HNK!-okay. It HLMP!MK!-it only hurERK!-hurts when I’m—hiccuping HNK’UP!-ugh,” he said.

“You’re hiccuping more than you are breathing,” they insisted, not taking for granted them not stumbling over the word in their insistence.

“Well there’s HU’UP-there’s HUMP’K there’s th—that!” Otto concurred with a nod. “They’ll HU’MP!-go away UCK!-event—eventually. Pro—probably just ups-HEELP!-uh, upset wiHIP!-with me foHUP!-uh, for onl—only getting t-HUP!-two cases i-HIP!-in.”

Atticus’ face still held a look of concern and Otto massaged their scalp through their hair a little bit in hopes of easing that expression.

“They-HU-UP! They’re anno—YIng more th-UMP!-tha-HMP!-than any-HUCK!-anything,” he said. “I juHUCK!st want to slee—eep!”

He chuckled lightly amid more strong hiccups with an eye roll.

[monstermonger]

I was honestly shocked how many people stumbled across my Elden Ring sketchpages so far, ty! :")

I decided to make prints available if anyone was interested c:

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his world getting more colorful? Gross

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So @jekacatrina wrote a phenomenal Pacific Rim AU that has me in an emotional stranglehold... everyone please give it some love:

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[rqgender]

Today's gender is one of those really weird people who listen to all of the tragic horror from the Magnus Archives and are back for more.

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Your honor, my client was simply “matching his freak”