#there's more i'm sure but these are the ones that jumped out first ahahaha

[otomiyaa]

Kate & Yelena x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 05. “I didn’t steal anything!” Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

"Someone stole it. Someone stole it!"

"Nobody stole anything, Kate Bishop. Sit down."

"My Avengers T-shirt, it's gone! I swear, someone stole it!"

"Really? Well, it was a shit shirt anyway. Good riddance."

With a grin on your face, you listened to Kate and Yelena while Kate chaotically searched the entire room for her shirt.

"Maybe you lost it somewhere?" you suggested. You eyed Kate for a moment before glancing at your phone again where you were casually scrolling through your social media feed.

"Where would I lose my shirt? I've looked everywhere."

"Under the bed maybe? We all know you strip like a-"

You giggled when Kate jumped on Yelena. "Like a what, hm?" Kate asked, poking Yelena's sides rapidly. You squirmed at the sight of it. Kate had become very good at those tickle attacks...

"Nehehever mind, okahahay go fihind your shit shihirt!" Yelena cackled. Hearing her cute laughter automatically caused you to snort as well, drawing Kate's attention.

"You! You haven't been helpful either!" She tickled Yelena some more and left her alone again, only to approach you. You looked up at her and shrugged.

"I don't know where it is," you said.

"Well yeah but still you could've- huh? Wait, isn't that...?" Kate squinted her eyes as she stared at you. She pointed at you. You? Your what? Your, oh. Your shirt. You glanced down.

"This? That's just the shirt I always..." Your eyes widened in realization. Or it wasn't. You reached for the side and felt a tag sticking out. Ack. It wasn't just a plain black shirt, and it wasn't your shirt either.

It was Kate's shirt, but inside out. You messed up. You and your dreamy head!

"You stole it!" Kate's voice made the cutest funny pitch as she accused you, but there was no time to giggle about that. In an instant, she was on top of you, grabbing the edge of your shirt and trying to strip you.

"W-wait - calm down! I didn't steal anything! It was a mista-AHAHA Kahahate!" you squealed when you got the same treatment as Yelena.

While pulling up the shirt, Kate tickled your sides vengefully, and she adjusted her position a little when you were too late to make a proper move. She now straddled you firmly while she tickled and stripped you at the same time.

"Take it off you little thief," she said smugly.

"I wahahas going to ahahanyway! I'm no thief-ehehehe no don't!" you cried out when Kate managed to bring the shirt up to right below your arms, where her fingers wiggled into your armpits.

"I said, take it off!" Kate sang. You knew she was no longer just trying to get her shirt back. This tickle-girl was enjoying herself way too much here.

"I cahahan't!" With her tickling you, how could you even move your arms up so she could take off the shirt!

"Need a hand, Kate? Or two."

Oh.

Your eyes widened when Yelena joined in as well. She grabbed both your arms and pulled them up over your head.

"Aww thanks!" Kate chirped in the most casual and hilarious tone, as if Yelena complimented her about her hair, it sounded like that, but instead, both of them were currently making sure that you weren't going anywhere without laughing your head off first.

"AHAHaha no lehehet go- ahahah Yehehe-Yelenahaha! Kahahate- stop!" you shrieked, kicking your legs and struggling helplessly as Kate tickled your ribs and armpits. She wasn't even trying to take the shirt off anymore.

"I like this. This is how thieves are to be treated in this household," Yelena said smugly, moving both your arms in one hand so she could join the tickle party. Damn she was strong! She formed a claw with her hand and tickled you all over your bare side and tummy.

"EEhehehe nohoho! I'm not a thieheee- aaahhaha!" you laughed hysterically. They were too cruel! And you loved them too much to hate them for it!

With both Kate and Yelena after your ticklish spots, it was only a matter of time, and a matter of death by laughter and a lot of patience until they finally decided to release you.

Kate finally took off the shirt entirely, immediately turning it back the way it was supposed to be, and she showed you the Avengers logo.

"Mine," she said with the most adorable smirk. You rolled your eyes and grabbed her hand.

"And you are mine," you retaliated, pulling her back on top of you, and you were this close to bumping your lips together in the most awkward K-drama style kiss, but eventually you were kissing normally.

"As if I'm not even here at all," Yelena sighed. You heard her move, and for a moment you thought she was going to make her way in between you two to join in, but instead you felt her grab your ankle, and your eyes widened.

"HMPhyel-no!" you cried right in Kate's mouth as soon as Yelena started to tickle your foot.

"Round two, ladies!" Yelena announced, tickling your socked sole without mercy.

Kate soon joined in again, and you were both amused and horrified at the same time that they realized today that together, they could make you laugh and scream more than ever.

[ticklystuff]

Day 5: Truth

a/n: ler!beidou, lee!ningguang — from the tickletoberzip2024 list!

———

"How many hours did you work in the past week?"

Beidou watched as a small smile crept across the Tianquan's face, taking the glass in her hand for a sip, drawing out the pause as if the simple question warranted a complicated response.

"Seventy, give or take a couple," Ningguang finally responded, looking down at the glass she had prepared herself.

"Ning.."

"Oh, please, you know this is normal for me by now."

"But are you sure you're taking care of yourself?"

"Uh-uh, only one question per turn, remember?" Ningguang tutted, shaking her head in the condescending manner that Beidou had learned to roll her eyes to. "But yes, of course I am. You needn't fuss."

"Well, you better," Beidou huffed, crossing her arms. "I don't visit Liyue as often as I'd like, so if I come back from one of these trips and you're not well—"

"Hush," Ningguang put a finger to her lips, somehow prompting Beidou to do so, always having her way, "no need to speak on it. I might actually end up in the infirmary if you do."

"Ugh.."

"Now, your turn," Ningguang set her glass aside, leaning forward against the sofa, taking a moment to think. "What's a good one to ask..?"

"Is that your question?"

"No."

Beidou snickered, watching as the gears in her head spun. This was how the game always turned out — a simple past time of shooting questions back and forth to play catch up between the two whenever Beidou made an appearance, as rare as they were nowadays, yet Ningguang somehow always made things more complicated than they needed to be.

"I'm going to skip your turn," Beidou teased.

"You will not," Ningguang said with a shake of her head, "but I have one. Still ticklish?"

Beidou nearly spit out her own drink. "Of all things to ask.."

"I think it's a valid one."

"In what world?"

"Ours."

Beidou scoffed, rolling her eyes at the displayed cheekiness. "First time seeing me in months and you could just be normal and ask me about my favorite food I've tried, my troubles out at sea—"

"Your deflection speaks volumes," Ningguang interrupted her. "Answer the question. Is the captain still ticklish?"

Beidou blinked several times, watching as the corner of Ningguang's mouth curved into a small smile. She always had her way, of course. "Well, yes-"

"Oh?"

"But you're not allowed to try anything!" she hurriedly added.

"No need to worry yourself," Ningguang gave a light chuckle, brushing her hair back.

"Well, alright then, is the Tianquan ticklish?"

Beidou caught the sudden shift in expression, smirking back at Ningguang as the blonde's eyes creased. "No," was her resounding answer, confident in tone.

"Really?" This time, it was Beidou's turn to chuckle.

"I assure you."

"I call bull."

"Well, moving on— eheY!! Beidohohou! EheHEHAhaha!"

Had they not taken to Ningguang's private quarters, the milileth would've surely dragged Beidou out by now for jumping at the Tianquan, but behind closed doors, Beidou could act as she pleased, digging her fingers into the expensive fabric that clung to Ningguang's sides.

"Aha, so you were lying!" Beidou mused, leaning further onto the cushion to better her reach. "That goes against the rules of the game, Ning."

"I-I wahahAHAsan't-!! Ahahaha!"

Despite many moments with her, hearing Ningguang's real, unrestrained laugh was a seldom treat, often kept under control at all times by Ningguang herself. Understandable, of course, as the Tianquan had her image to uphold, but even in private moments, there was always something holding her back, Beidou felt, and she'd be lying if her only motive was just to prove the blonde wrong.

"O-Okahahay!" Nigguang squealed once Beidou approached her ribs, candid in her actions. "I-I wahahas lying!"

"Of course you were," Beidou chuckled, shaking her head as she took her hands away, helping Ningguang to properly sit up again. "Now, normal questions only, okay?"

[silverbladexyz]

hi! i see u often write hc's but do u take one-shot requests as well? if not, then pls feel free to ignore this!

i'd like to request for a dazai x fem!reader one-shot in which reader is a new member of the ADA and when dazai sees her for the first time, he instantly feels smth like love at first sight (yea ik it's cheesy sorry idk how to word it🥲). reader just shrugs off his not-so-occasional flirting and just casually thanks him when he gives her compliments cus she's heard stories about this side of him (being a playboy, womanizer etc) so she thinks he's just treating her like how he usually treats any pretty girl he sees, not knowing dazai is actually far smitten and is srsly head over heels for her lol

tysm!!!

Anon I'm so so sorry that this took so long!! This idea is quite nice since flirty Dazai is funny ahahaha. I tried my best with this oneshot :’).

The image used is not mine. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: Mentions of suicide (Dazai)

Dazai with a fem!reader who thinks that he's just a friend

"Oh, Dazai-san, have you heard of the new recruit that's joining us tomorrow?"

Dazai looked up at Tanizaki, eyebrows slightly raised in interest. It seemed that everybody except for him knew the news, however Dazai knew perfectly well that it was because he ditched work too often.

No matter. He'd just ask Atsushi to fill him in on the news.

"A new recruit? Since when?"

"Since a few days ago... but you were too busy jumping into the river and I had to fetch you, and I somehow scraped myself pulling you out, and I had to be treated by Yosano-sensei..." Tanizaki shuddered as he recalled the 'treatment' that Yosano had given him.

"Go on. The new recruit?"

"Ah, right! She's Haruno's cousin, and she's just turned 20. She's currently studying criminology and criminal psychology, and her grades are at the top of her year level. I haven't met her yet, but she seems like a nice person." Tanizaki said.

"I see... that's so amazing! I finally would have a new double suicide partner! Ah, I simply cannot wait for tomorrow!" Dazai's eyes sparkled in excitement as Tanizaki laughed nervously, however a familiar green notebook whacked the top of Dazai's head.

"Stop it, you idiot. You don't want to scare her off on her first day tomorrow, and the Agency's already received so many complaints because of you! And as for the double suicide, I'll wring your neck with my own fingers, how about that?!" Kunikida reprimanded, while Dazai pouted childishly.

"But Kunikida-kuuun! I've been waiting for months for a beautiful lady to come by the Agency, and I've already gotten the ideal double suicide spot! Ne, do you want to hear about it? It's a lovely spot near Yokohama where-"

"I don't want to hear about your suicide antics or whatever! Just make sure that you behave yourself tomorrow, or else I'll actually wring your neck myself!"

Tanizaki laughed nervously as he watched the banter between the two Armed Detective Agency employees. He sure hoped that Dazai wouldn't scare off the new girl tomorrow, because then the Agency would have an enraged Kunikida out for a certain suicidal maniac's blood and it certainly would not be a sight to see.

~~~

“Welcome, Y/N L/N, to the Armed Detective Agency.”

When Dazai saw the girl who entered through the door, his chest seized and it suddenly felt very hot.

Oh no. Oh no no no no. Don’t tell me that I’m-

You raised your head, smiling the sweetest smile that made one’s heart melt when they looked at it.

“Feel free to call me Y/N, everyone. I hope that I will be able to make friends with everybody and contribute well to the Armed Detective Agency.” Your voice was impossibly sweet and clear, as if every melody in the world belonged to you. Those dashing E/C eyes and gorgeous H/C hair contributed even more to your beautiful self in general. Dazai felt his heart leap.

Yup. He was undeniably crushing on you.

~~~

A few months had gone by since you started working at the Armed Detective Agency, and you were liking it so far.

Yosano and Naomi had become your best friends, with Tanizaki and Kyouka close behind. Atsushi was still a little shy around you, but he liked talking with you. Ranpo talked about his cases a lot, Haruno kept losing her cat, and Kunikida was forever fed up with Dazai’s antics.

Speaking of Dazai, the suicidal maniac was quite energetic and flirtatious around you. He would cunningly turn situations into pickup lines, and complimented you everyday. You would’ve been flustered and perhaps even catching feelings for him were it not the fact that he was a womaniser and a playboy. Haruno had warned you about this side of him, because she didn’t want to see her cousin hurt and broken-hearted because of Dazai.

Unbeknownst to you, everybody in the Agency could clearly see how big of a crush Dazai had on you. Every time you forgot something he would bring it, whenever it was the end of the week there was always a gift of some sort lying on your office table, and not to mention he would actually do his paperwork when you asked him to. Kunikida was glad that you were keeping Dazai in check, however he himself was already wishing that Dazai would confess to you and for you to return the suicidal maniac’s feelings, because everybody was frankly a bit scared of Dazai acting non-Dazai like.

It was one lazy afternoon when Dazai approached you, looking quite confident and... different. The rest of the Agency quickly caught on to what was going to happen, and held their breaths, hoping that it would be successful. You looked up towards the man, your expression innocent and oblivious.

“May I help you, Dazai-san?” You asked in that sweet and beautiful voice that sent Dazai’s heart beating at 205bpm.

He took your hand and laid a kiss on it. You were slightly confused at this new behaviour, but you brushed it off, thinking that Dazai was just playfully flirting with you again. This wasn’t the first time that he held your hand, afterall.

“My belladonna... you’re as graceful and elegant like a swan in a crystal lake. You were the only one who could make me fall into the longing passion called love. So I ask you,” he leaned closer.

“Would you return my feelings of affection, and we may finally be the lovers that we were always destined to be?”

You had to fight to keep your blush in, because even though you harboured no romantic feelings for Dazai, he sure knew how to make you flustered and make your heartbeat quicken. You smiled, and opened your mouth to answer him, not noticing the tension building around the room.

“You’re really nice, Dazai-san. I really must say...” Everybody seemed to lean forward, desperate to hear a ‘yes’ from you.

“You’re such a fun friend to me.”

And with that, the entire Armed Detective Agency, even the Director himself, let out a huge, collective sigh at Dazai’s (and theirs) misfortune.

Hope you enjoyed, even though this is so bad ;-;

@pixyys @pianotross @nekokinax @yuugen-benni @xxelfmamaxx  @catzlivedforbsd @ashthemadwriter

[mrssimply]

the people wanna know about "For services rendered" please 😚❤️

Ahahaha, of course the people wanna know about this one.

That one is the answer to @bluelolblue's prompt from... MONTHS ago. She asked for a desperate kiss. Now, you would think it would be easy wih Santino and John to have a situation where they kiss deperately. Yes. Lot of them.

But I didn't want to write something I had written before, so I dug a lil deeper into my brain, who prompty punished me by giving me a scenario that would span over (lemme check) seven chapters (and you know my chapters it's not just 1k words per chapter).

When I was stuck on TBoR, that one jumped on virtual paper right out of my fingers, and it felt GREAT. Then two things happened:

I couldn't seem to make a choice about a central information. I could neither decide how to reveal it, or how big the consequences of that central information would be on the story. Then, suddenly that central information started to make less and less sense.

It got too big. It became too complex, and I tried to reduce it, then it was not epic enough because I had a peaceful resolution but I wasn't sure it was the right way to go... Then I understood this wasn't an answer to Blue's prompt anymore but a whole story that had gotten away from me, as they always effing do!!

In conclusion, I suddenly lost touch with that story, not knowing why I was writting it anymore, why it was so complex, how to simplify it. I also kinda started to low-key hate a couple of scenes I was proud of before (but that's my normal reaction so I wasn't too worried about that).

So that story is officially on hiatus, I'll write another fic completely for Blue, and in the meantime, that one you sorta prompted (for now named With a Bang!) is going well... in my head at least xD. But that one, while having less words written, actually has a lot more chance to ever see daylight than For Services Rendered.

I think it's the first fic in a VERY LONG time that I'm considering just burying.

Did you smell blood or are you just that lucky, asking me about my faillures as an author T-T? (Joking of course, it actually feels good to let it out).

BUT since the people wanna know, here is a snippet under the cut:

“C’mon, D’Antonio, stop wasting our time and just sign it, you got everything you could’ve hoped for and more,” DeSantis growled, arms crossed. “I don’t have a pen,” Santino replied with an innocent smile.  There was a moment of bewilderment where every player around the table imagined they’d heard wrong. Who came to a negotiation without a pen, and even so, it was so childish.  DeSantis hit the table with a fist, before grabbing his lawyer’s pen and practically throwing it at the Camorra representative. He didn’t catch it, letting it fall and roll away. John hadn’t missed his cue in the meantime: he silently walked toward Santino, taking the instrument out of his pocket to hand it to Santino. Who was still playing with his lighter.  He didn’t take that pen either, and John frowned: maybe he’d misunderstood? “You know what?” Santino said, activating the flame. He didn’t bring it to his cigarette, but took one of the contract copies in his other hand. “I just remembered something.” He brought the lighter under the paper, and everyone watched it take fire with a dumbstruck expression.  “We D’Antonio don’t negotiate,” Santino finished with a deranged smile. The fever of insanity shone in his bright green eyes, reflecting the fire. DeSantis was at the end of his rope, he drew his gun. John moved by reflex, jumping over the table with the fountain pen still in his hand. He kicked the gun away with a foot, rolling on the desk to plunge the pen into the Lucchese representative’s neck.  Everything slowed around him. As he tore out the instrument, people started moving: the Five Families’ men went for their guns, but John caught one by the wrist, wrenching it to the side. He used the stylograph to stab the guy under the chin, and then twisted it in his hand to transpierce the left eye of his opponent.  He fell, like his boss, in a gurgle. In the meantime, Cefalu had gotten on his feet, and was firing in the direction of Santino. John didn’t take the time to check if his secret lover had made it, he let the flow of the fight take him to the Gambino’s leader and grabbed his head to throw him down against the table. John left him dazed to confront the last bodyguard, who was aiming at him. The hitman dived under the man’s arm, felt the bullet fly over his head, and used his open palm to hit the bodyguard’s throat. He gurgled, choking, which allowed John to take his gun. Faster than the mobster could react, John killed him with his own gun, a bullet between the eyes. Cefalu was getting up, blinking and wiping the blood away from his face. He threw himself at John with an animalistic growl. The assassin elbowed him in the solar plexus, and they grappled for a moment before John finally threw him on the table over his shoulder. He’d lost the gun, but found another pen lying on the table. Since it had worked well so far, he didn’t hesitate, and finished the crime boss by stabbing him with the instrument through his ear. The silence that followed was deafening. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears, and his heart beating wildly. He looked at Santino, who hadn’t moved if only just to light his cigarette, the burnt paper still smoking in front of him. He smiled at John as he blew out the acrid fog.

[ooksaidthelibrarian]

Babylon 5 Rewatch S1E14: TKO

oooh boy I have been waiting for this one because it's one of the most batshit combos of A and B plot

'one of these days Garibaldi, you gonna learn to watch your back' haha what makes you say that ahahaha

but it is nice to see Garibaldi smile like that, he's so thrilled

man I could go for that burger

Ivanova has a really nice couch

I love...

what IS that hat

...Ivanova's whole story with her father

aaaand she told nobody, of course she didn't

those outfits she wears with the wide shirts and the vests!

aw man ...I mean, he could have foreseen that but that scene hurts every time I see it

good to know that E.T. is still pop culture

my dude, you deserved that punch so much, and more. Good for Garibald for letting him strut and insult right into that one

that alien with the vertical mouth!! that is cool

that is some really chill ultimate fight audience, I gotta say

oh damn, Greg McKinney (Walker) died in 1998, I didn't know that

the scene where Ivanova almost lets the rabbi leave and then calls out to him, it makes me tear up every time

I'm so glad to see Ivanova smile again

as you can probably tell, the fighting plot doesn't do it for me all that much

but the set is cool

Looking at the Lurker's Guide, JMS says

As I've noted before, over the long haul, as you watch episodes, you will see things you didn't see before. Sometimes they're clues, and sometimes they're comments which now read a different way than they did the first time you saw them. There's been a number of the latter very subtly sprinkled through the episodes aired so far...lines that everyone jumped on as meaning one thing, but which will mean something else, and lines which nobody thought much of the first time out...but which will elicit a wince of irony later on.

There's a corker in "TKO," but at the moment, it's absolutely invisible. It's not a clue, it's not necessary for the story, it's just one of those things that, after you've seen all the rest of this season's episodes, you will go "Ouch," when you see it next.

YEAH I SURE DID

ok the Mutai plot isn't bad, it's actually entertaining and gives some nice moment for Garibaldi and Walker, but the tonal shift between it and the shiva plot sure is something, and I am just 150% more engaged with the shiva plot.

It's actually where I learned about sitting shiva.

[anachronismstellar]

Waltz for the Dead - Wip Wednesday 14/08

Heeeeello everyone! I'm a little bit late but it's still wednesday so it still counts right? right?? ahahaha *cries*

Here are my sentences for Waltz for the Dead from last week!

Tagging: @zyrafowe-sny @eriquin @scifikimmi @kittkatattacks @somefishycat @post-and-out @aparticularbandit @enigma-the-mysterious @stonemaskedtaliesin @adhdavinci @whimsicalmeerkat

Thank you thank you thank you for all the requests and love you've been showing for this fic! <3

As always, sentences under the cut!

He waited until he was alone to start unpacking. Yes he wanted to see Lan Jingyi and congratulate him personally for the Heir nomination, but first he wanted to settle down, take his time to put his clothes away. Then he went on to wash his hands and face, the water kept warm by a nice inscription all over the bowl. 

Years later and memories still clinged on him like ink stains. And the more he noticed the little things his Uncle would appreciate, the more his mood soured, to the point of him just throwing himself at the bed, property be damned. 

He wished he had brought Fairy with him, she would have jumped on the bed and given him licks until he felt better. But she was expecting a big litter, it would be too dangerous for her to travel. Plus, at some point Wei Wuxian will probably show up, he didn’t want to deal with his whining. 

His own whining was interrupted by a sharp knock on his door, followed by Lan Jingyi's hushed voice. Sigh, so much for having peace and quiet. He barely had the time to say “Come in” before the other had already entered the room, snapping it shut, wide eyed as he pressed his back against the door.

“What? What’s wrong?” He sat up in a blink, hand grasping Suihua. He didn't have the habit of coddling any other of his friends besides Sizhui, but Jingyi was whiter than his robes, sweat making his hair stick to his temples. 

“I saw your uncle in my room.”

The silence that followed such a declaration would be funny if it weren't for his previous mood.

“For Heavens sake, Jingyi!” He shouted as he dropped his sword aside. “This joke got old years ago, why can't you be normal when talking about jiujiu?!”

“S-Shut up! This is not about Sandu Shengshou!” Jingyi screamed back, his face going from full red to white again as he crossed the room in two big steps, grabbing Jin Ling's shoulders. “Don't freak out-”

“Me freak out?! You're the one screaming-”

“Listen!” Lan Jingyi shook him, making Jin Ling snap his mouth shut, teeth clicking loudly. “I don't know what Nie-zongzhu is plotting this time-”

“Nie-zongzhu?!”

“But I saw Mo Xuanyu's ghost in my room!”

Well. Fuck.

----------------

Jingyi had a plan.

After his talk with Sizhui he had planned an elaborate step by step plan on how to convince Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen of leaving Sizhui in his place to send him to the next conference as the Lan representative. It was a good plan. A great plan. He had just become the heir, so it would be “a good experience for himself”, he had said. And “Hanguang-Jun and Wei-qianbei will attend later on, so he would have their help if needed,” he had said. 

Jingyi had planned such a good plan that Lan Qiren had stroked his beard in the way he used to when he's proud of Jingyi but not sure of what goes on in his mind at the same time.

Zewu-jun just- well. To be honest, Zewu-jun just smiled politely but Jingyi wasn't a hundred percent sure he had paid attention. 

“Very well,” Lan Qiren said. “Just take [--] and [---] as well. They will aid you while Wangji and Wei Wuxien are not present.”

See? A good plan! Good enough for Lan Qiren to agree with him!

A plan so good that would make him look good for his elders, and would give him the perfect timing to confront Nie-zongzhu about the music sheets. And! He would have time to talk to Jin Rulan as well, so he wouldn't be alone with Nie-zongzhu! See, Sizhui?? Everyone would be happy!

Then he arrived at Qinghe.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 11: Captured

Dipper POV

I jump up, covered in sweat. My head feels fuzzy, and my vision is blurry. I groan at the headache pounding at my skull. I tug against something, which causes my eyes to widen. "What the hell-."

"I see you're awake." I hear a gargled voice say.

I tense, my eyes darting around the dark room, trying to find the source of the voice that sounds familiar. "Who's there?!"

"Calm down, Dipper. It's me." The voice calls, walking towards me.

I groan while closing my eyes as a bright light illuminates the room. I open my eyes, frowning at the person in front of me. "Ford...."

He hums in response, staring at me with a hateful gaze that doesn't faze me. "I see you still know who I am. I guess Bill didn't brainwash you to that extent." He said more to himself while writing notes in a notebook.

"How are you even here?! Bill captured you. He turned you to st -"

"It was a clone. That army was nothing but clones of everyone."

"How.....did you do that?"

"I've dealt with the supernatural world longer than you, boy. I might be old, but that doesn't mean I don't have tricks up my sleeve."

I grind my teeth together, glaring deeply into his eyes. "Why did you capture me?" I asked through my teeth.

"Simple. To fix you." He states, closing his notebook.

I roll my eyes at that response. "I don't need to be fixed, Ford. There's nothing wrong with me."

"Yes, there is Dipper. You're a psychopath."

I tilt my head slightly, chuckling. "So? And? That still doesn't mean I need to be fixed. I'm perfectly fine."

He shakes his head, walking to the corner of the room. He turns on another light switch, a table of many tools appearing under the light. My eyes widen as I tug against the rope he used to tie me to this wooden chair.

"Bill brainwashed you, Dipper. The great nephew I know would've never killed his parents, murder innocent people in cold blood, and never abandoned his sister."

"SHE ABANDONED ME! EVERYONE ABANDONED ME!"

"Mable told us what happened to you. She made one mistake, Dipper. Everyone makes mistakes. Instead of holding that grudge with her, you should have forgiven her."

My eyes bulge at his words, a smile twisting its way onto my face. "Forgive her? Are you joking? That's hilarious!" I say while laughing loudly. "I will NEVER forgive that bitch. In fact, I want to rip every single nail off her fingers and toes. Then, I want to cut off her fingers & toes her toes. After that, I'm going to rip her hair out of her head with my bare hands. But that's only the beginning! Sadly, no amount of physical pain can condone the emotional pain she put me through..that all of you put me through! I want her dead! Buried six feet down in hell! And I'll gladly be the one to bring her the fate she deser-"

Ford cuts me off by a harsh slap to my cheek. He slaps me so hard that he spits my lip open, the taste of iron lingering on my taste buds. "Don't you ever talk about Mable in front of me like that! She is your twin sister for crying out loud, Dipper! Or....is that Bill talking through you? You sick demon! Leave my family alone!" He shouts in my face, grabbing my jaws tightly in his hand.

I spit blood in his face, making him step away. He reaches for a cloth as I pull against the rope so hard that I'm causing rope burn around my wrist and ankles, but I don't care. The moment he addressed me as his family set my skin on fire.

"Let me make something clear to you, Ford, because I don't think you understood me the first time I said it." I said, feeling my smile stretch even wider. "This isn't Bill. This is me. This is aaaaaaaall Dipper! Ahahaha! And I am NOT family to you. You, Mable, Stan, and anyone else that gets in my way are my enemies. And what do I do to enemies? I kill them in... how you describe it? In cold blood... sure you could say it like that, but to me, it's art. The way they screamed...the blood against my skin. Their guts pouring out of their stomachs, oooooooooohhhh, I'm getting chills just thinking about it! Ford... you better hope I never get loose from these ropes... because if I do, the first thing I'm going to do is kill you. I'm going to cut so deep into your throat that your head will barely be hanging by the flesh of your neck!" I shout, cackling maniacally.

Ford POV

I can't believe my eyes. This can't be Dipper. The Dipper I wanted to be my apprentice. This Dipper...this Dipper is broken. While laughing like a lunatic, he is also crying like a newborn baby.

I can't tell if he is angry or sad...full of malice or just miserable. Maybe Dipper is just insane. I stare at him, noticing a strange tattoo on his bicep. I slowly walk closer to him but jump back in fear.

His iris's are glowing a bright shade of yellow, the tattoo on both on his back and bicep glowing as well. I grab a knife from the steal table. I cut off his tank top, my eyes wandering up and down his arm, chest, and back.

Dipper suddenly stops laughing, but his tears don't stop flowing from his eyes. He whimpers in pain as his tattoos begin to glow brighter and steam, leaving from them. My eyes widen in disbelief as I watch his skin become a light shade of blush red.

I take a few steps away from the boy in horror. "D-Dipper....you didn't actually go through with the transformation process of becoming a dream demon.....did you?"

His head hangs low, tears dripping onto his knees as his body becomes limp. He chuckles weakly, slowly looking up at me with crazed eyes. "O-Oh, I did, Ford. And Bill... who would've thought that a dream demon is soooooooo good at sex! I never felt so alive in my entire life....." He groans, drool slipping past his lips. "Damn, he's so big too...."

My face scrunches up in pure disgust. "Bill forced you into sleeping with him?! You're nothing but a slave to him, Dipper! When will you open your eyes and realize you mean absolutely nothing to him?!"

Something in his eyes changed to a sorrow that I can't comprehend. "You're wrong about one thing, but right about the other. Bill didn't force me... He never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do. However, h-he did think of me as his slave. Even called me useless...a-after everything I've done!" He shouts, voice cracking in between his words.

"But do you have any idea what you've done to yourself?" I question calmly. Upsetting him will get me nowhere.

He stares at me, his gaze making me uncomfortable. "Yes, I do. I'm no longer going to be useless. I'm no longer going to be weak. I'm going to be powerful! The most powerful dream demon you've ever seen! I'm going to show all of you just how strong I really am! Bill isn't the one you should fear! I WILL MAKE YOUR WORSE NIGHTMARES COME TO LIFE! I WILL BECOME THE EMBODIMENT OF FEAR, AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME FORD!"

If this boy is dishing out the truth, then he could kill us all. This isn't my great nephew. This isn't the young man I wanted to make my apprentice. This Dipper is a monster, and the only way to cure the monster inside is of him will be to reform him into a new version of himself.

"You're also wrong about something, Dipper. There is a way to stop you. I will stop the transformation process. I will fix you, reform you. Sadly, this requires me to do experiments on you, and my experiments are anything but painless. If this is what it takes to save the greater good, then so be it." I grab a bottle of holy water, a syringe, a scalpel, and my notebook. I glance at the holy water and syringe before meeting his conflicting and fearful gaze.

"Now.....let's begin."

[iamgrape]

➴AM♡UR ✧*。01

Warning: suicidal tendency?? Cannibal mentioned?? Death? Suggestive incest feelings or nah idk???

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꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦

You stared at the post in the odd website about people who wish to be use at least one last time for other people. When they given up trying to find their pair or life is too tough for them.

[ Yuu: hi I'm new here! Does anyone want a organ or two. Ahaha.

(mod)KingDice: welcome! welcome~

BeelzebubButaChef: are you sure you wanna do it? There's more in life you know.

(Mod)KingDice: it seems @BeelzebubButaChef want me to hit you in the head. Why would you bring that up as first thing you'll say?

BeelzebubButaChef: @kingdice, if they find this site. It only mean that they wanna unalive theirself. That's not a good thing!

(Mod)KingDice: AHAHAHha. What a hypocrite you are BeelzebubButaChef -chan~ don't you eat the last one too?

BeelzebubButaChef:...

BeelzebubButaChef:... I won't do it if it's not my nature! Stop bringing it up, Rinne!

... ]

You wonder what's up with those two as you watch them chat away and arguing now and then. Your unable to response as your not sure what to say about the topic.

[ Adorablecutie: hello, @yuu! I'm hiiro!

Yuu: hello! I'm Yuu!

Adorablecutie: Yuu? Oh! I found your name in the list! But I don't think it's your time yet! Are you sure you wanna do it? I can guide you to your next life if you want to do it. ]

You pause trying to understand what this person is talking about. You thought they are the sane one but turn out people in the website called "wealldielikeeichioneday.org" is not normal. Well the fact you did find this site is the most abnormal thing too.

[ (Mod) KingDice: oh no! Even my adorable hiiro have scared off the customer! @BeelzebubButaChef you better remember that @daddyibanyan won't pay us if we scare one off!

BeelzebubButaChef: the audacity you have rinne! I'm only encouraging humans to live another day!

(Mod) KingDice: well, damn you really using names now huh, Niki? Do you wanna die?

BeelzebubButaChef: I'm the one feeding you, you piece of crap. You will not have dinner tonight!

(Mod) KingDice: well, well. It seems the seven sins of cycle give you wrath this year, well damn.

BeelzebubButaChef: I hope you remember that Beelzebub other name is Satan. I will end you existence if you try to approach me rinne. Go and try to and punch me. I will pierce my hands through your chest and ripe your hearts out.

( BeelzebubButaChef have logged out )

(Mod) KingDice: ...

(Mod) KingDice: that's kinda seggsy tbh.

Adorablecutie: niisan! Niisan! Did you get lust this year?

(Mod) KingDice: what makes you think that, my adorable lil bro?

Adorablecutie: well your flirting with Shiina-san... Even through...

(Mod) KingDice: well, if isn't hiiro who's effected by Envy this year. Well. People are acting very out of character! AHAHAHA.( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

Yuu:... Wow. You guys flirting in front of my salad?! And here I thought I can find a place without lovebird. WHY IS EVERYONE PAIRED. I WANNA KMS. ]

You quickly wanted to delete the post but cannot, it seems no one is allowance to delete anything here. Oh shit.

[ (Mod) KingDice: oh!oh! So your a loveless human who wanna end themselves cause couple those days are getting popular!

Yuu:...

Yuu: you have no right to judge me! My mom want me to be married off but I refuse! I refuse to marry someone that's isnt my soul mate! I would rather jump off this bridge.

(Mod) KingDice: damn...

(Mod) KingDice: and here I thought I could ask you out for a date. (´ε｀ )

Adorablecutie: NIISAN! WORK ENVIRONMENT! WORK ENVIRONMENT!

(mod) KingDice: geez, hiiro you need to chill with that envy on you.

Adorablecutie: niisan your not allowed to flirt with people who isn't Destined for us!

(Mod) KingDice: "us" you say. Geez. I swear your a brocon that won't allow your niisan to have a babe for himself! Or be away from niisan, huh? I'm gonna think you have a incest feeling for ya niisan.

Adorablecutie:...

Adorablecutie: what if I am.

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(Mod) KingDice: ...

Adorablecutie: through...what's is incest, niisan?

(Mod) KingDice: damn you almost made me have a heart attack.

Yuu: same.]

Those people are fucking weird. You quickly try to exit the tab but it won't shut at All.

"Holy... Why isn't this closing, I don't wanna chat with weirdo before I die !". You fondling on your phone as the strong wind current on where you are blow stronger in the night, almost pushing you off the edge of the bride where your standing.

[ (Mod) KingDice: oh my, the customer wanna cross the chatroom huh? You see you cannot do that. Once your in, the only way out is death or your a mod in this place!

Adorablecutie: why would you wanna leave Yuu? I thought your cool to chat with! You feel nice to be chatted with! Like niisan!

(Mod) KingDice: oh my, my younger brother have a thing for customer ? Oh lala. This can't do. As far as I'm concerned. Our dear customer suddenly haver their name written in the list! You really are in the bridge arent you?

Adorablecutie:... What bridge? I'm close to one! I sense something here! Something nice! So I was flying around!

(Mod) KingDice: something nice? Oh. Let me see your coordinate...

(Mod) KingDice: oh! Your quite close to the location!

Yuu: whay rhe duxk]

You don't understand what they are about as you try to stood up properly but it seems there's a storm thats going to fall in the city today.

You suddenly lost your balance and then you slowly fall to your doom. But as you die you look at your phone one last time.

[Adorablecutie: NIISAN, NIISAN, I FOUND THEM! I FOUND THEM!!

(mod) KingDice: and their life ends in few seconds... Damn.]

the wind seems to yell loudly in your ears as you close your eyes accepting your fate with open arms. Beside chatting with some weirdo before your death seems something nice to go too.

"I FINALLY FOUND YOU!" you heard someone yell and you open your eyes a bit to see a blurry image of red and black wings, feathers falls everywhere as a warm hand reach out to you. You wonder if your seeing an angel of death as you give one last chuckle.

"Angel of death is such a cutie..." You mumble as engulf you in a tight embrace as the two of you dive into the cold water.

Your heart stopped beating at that very moment from the shock but as life comes to an end. It starts a new as the angel of death held you tightly and swim up to the surface and fly away to a location where he can make sure your safe!

[valentine-escape]

Room 13

After trying some rooms in Burgas and Sofia, it was time to give Varna a chance!

We were met with free drinks and snacks and all the surroundings revealed the creators' love for escape rooms and how they're pretty much absolute geeks, just like us.

While our game master was preparing us for the game, the owner actually walked in and explained that their rooms were specifically designed so that their success rate is 50% and said that based on our almost-non-existent experience, we'd probably not escape Room 13, which was our first choice, because... well, because, look at me. I didn't care, so despite the inauspicious pep-talk, we delved into the story of a witch that makes dolls out of children.

We were immediately plunged into a world of mystery and intrigue. The immersive ambiance engulfed us, transporting us to an attic ripe with potential surprises lurking around every corner (I guess Room 66 II prepared me to always expect an actor to jump out of nowhere). The attention to detail in the decor contributed to this, but it was s o h o t. I am no escape room designer, but I'm sure there's a way to get more air into the room, so players can enjoy the game without waiting for it to be over and leave.

One of the standout moments during our adventure in Room 13 was encountering a prop that took us by surprise—a mirror with a hidden video inside. However, a slight mishap occurred when I inadvertently triggered an error message by tampering with it using a magnet. This unexpected turn of events added a humorous twist to our experience, highlighting the interactive nature of the room. Because no one seemed to be tracking our game, this wasn't addressed in any way, ahahaha.

I guess it then goes without saying that an aspect in need of remedial attention is the presence of a dedicated game master who closely follows the progress of each team, especially when something like this happens. While the two allotted clues were helpful, there were instances where additional guidance would have been beneficial, particularly with puzzles that proved less intuitive or logical. Having a game master on hand to provide timely assistance could ensure smoother progression through the room and enhance overall enjoyment.

We were bitterly disappointed when they walked in and asked us to leave the game before we had finished - based on our previous experiences, we were taught by other game masters to spend every second enjoying the experience, riddles and decors, in lieu of rushing. Had they been spoiling us unnecessarily? We didn't know, but it hurt a little to travel to a different city just to be asked to leave without seeing the end of it. There was no team registered after us, so they reset the room and we tried again. We didn't have to pay the full price, I guess that counts for something. And, hey, we escaped eventually, but overall the experience was kind of marred by the unexpected surprise, even though the owner had warned us.

Despite the drawbacks, Room 13 is an exhilarating escape room experience that challenges participants to think creatively, work collaboratively, and immerse themselves (all but) fully in the unfolding mystery.

[ka-za-ri]

Continuing on from the previous ask of your friends and ships, how do you think the first meetings would for each ship or one ship?

Hmm Good question. I’ll do the ones I listed there earlier, anon. =D Tagging @orionist @gorou-chan @hypaalicious @mrsiwatatakanori because this is about y’all. LOL 

Limato  is most ethereal and would look something like...As the child of the sun set and left the world to the children of the night, he passed by the daughter of the moon and was smitten. As the long fingers of night’s shadow danced at his feet, his steps faltered. Their gazes met, for a brief moment, their fingers just barely brushing as they passed each other. And in that moment, the stars aligned and the fates began to weave their story under a setting sun and rising moon. 

Gunly burns brightly and feels like... One thousand three hundred fourteen pages torn and smeared with tears later, and she was ready to accept that this was the last time she would think of him. If emotions were allowed to run this deep in her heart and hurt her like this, then she would be alright without them. Five hundred and twenty thousand thoughts later and she laid on the bed, thinking, wishing, wondering if her feelings would change like the seasons. As she drifted off to sleep over these thoughts while dawn crested over the horizon, her mind was brought to the present as a kazoo played her favorite son outside her door. He greets her with a smile on his face when he sees her and under the first snow of the winter, he invites her to a play date in the snow. 

Keijing is filled with warmth and soft smells She wondered briefly if there really was any sort of difference between culantro and cilantro. The two herbs were right next to each other and they practically looked identical to her. She had already spent too much time pondering this question and was ready to simply give up on figuring out which herb was needed. Just as she was about to throw a random bunch into her basket, a gentle tap on her shoulder stopped her. A warm hand gestured to the bundle on her right hand. “You’re probably going to want that one..” His voice was equally warm and as gentle as his touch. “What are you making? You seemed lost, I’d like to help...” 

HyKoo is bold and visceral, kinda like... I threw Hypaa into Koo hell and locked the door. The end. Intrigue and curiosity always lead to the most interesting of meetings. As the sound of music blared into her ears, her eyes searched for some semblance of calm in the chaos. The wasn’t her place, this wasn’t her idea of a good night. How she had been convinced to come to Club Heaven was beyond her comprehension. However, there she was, surrounded by people and music louder than she had cared for. In the center of this chaotic storm, he stood at the balcony, overlooking everyone and she couldn’t help but feel fatally attracted to his aura of mystery. 

[star--anon]

3 Times Wilbur Was A Lee + No That's It, That's The Post

Heyyyyyyy~! I left Tumblr for a little while, but don't worry! I'm back! And I've finally written the prompt that was sent to me over 2 months ago! Yay!

"Listen, I'm sorry, alright?" Tommy huffed out, resting his head on Wilbur's shoulder. "I didn't mean to! Honest! You're just being a big bitch about it!"

Wilbur didn't say anything back. He simply stared at the front door, waiting for Phil to come home with his fixed sweater.

While watching Tommy parade around the house in Wilbur's favorite orange sweater was, to some degree, amusing, it was not amusing when Tommy ripped the soft fabric. And although Phil had gone to get the sweater fixed, Wilbur was still incredibly upset with the seventeen-year-old idiot. He stuck a Post-It on Tommy's forehead with the words, "I am an idiot and Wilbur Soot does not talk to idiots," scrawled on the yellow paper in messy handwriting. He then resigned himself to the couch and waited for Phil to come home, ignoring Tommy's attempts at getting his attention.

It seemed like Tommy wasn't exactly on board with his idea, judging by the way he plopped himself next to Wilbur and began poking his shoulder, repeating, "...Answer me, answer me, answer me, answer me, answer me, answer me..."

It took every fiber of Wilbur's being to not whack Tommy on the back of his empty little head.

"...Answer me, answer me, answer me, answer me..."

The words, "Shut it", weighed heavily on Wilbur's tongue, and it took a massive effort to not let it slip from his lips. He had told himself that he would not talk to Tommy, and he was going to keep that promise.

"...Answer me, answer me, answer me, not gonna stop until you answer me, answer me, answer me..."

Gradually, as Wilbur remained unresponsive, Tommy's poking became quicker and more aggressive until he missed his mark. Instead of poking Wilbur's shoulder, he ended up poking his ribs. The older started and swallowed a squeak of surprise. He hoped that Tommy hadn't noticed, but that hope quickly sank when he saw him grin widely.

"I saw that jump, don't try and hide," said Tommy, poking his ribs again. As impassively as he could, Wilbur reached out and grabbed Tommy's wrists tightly. He never spoke a word and kept his eyes on the front door. He was trying to ignore the kid, after all. He squeezed Tommy's wrists and let go, hoping that the boy had gotten the message.

Don't poke me, he silently said.

Unfortunately, Tommy was never good at listening. The moment his hands were free, he immediately returned to poking at Wilbur's ribs, this time with renewed energy.

"Ahaha-!"

Wilbur cracked.

He dropped the ignoring act and squirmed away from Tommy. In his desperation, he made the mistake of falling off the couch and onto the ground, allowing Tommy to sit on top of him and poke him more.

"G-Gehehet ahahaway!"

"I knew it! I knew you were just ignoring me!"

"Tohohommy, gehehet ohoff!"

"Nah. I'm having a lot of fun."

"T-Tohohommy, Ihi'm seheherious!" Wilbur tried to flip over to throw Tommy off him, but he quickly abandoned the attempt when Tommy dug between his shoulder blades. "Juhuhust gehehet ohohoff! Plehehease!"

Although Wilbur's thin shirt was doing nothing to protect him from Tommy's poking, the blonde still decided to take it up a notch. He slipped a hand underneath the shirt and rapidly squeezed his ribcage. Wilbur just about shrieked, frantically and jerkily pushing at Tommy's chest. His arms flailed around; Wilbur was stuck between trying to push Tommy off him or covering up his red face to preserve what little dignity he could save. The younger grinned widely, easily grabbing Wilbur's hands and pinning them down high above his head.

"TOHOHOMMY, WAHAHAIT! I-IHI CAHAHAN'T BREHEHEATHE!" Wilbur was bluffing and Tommy knew it.

"Calm down, you're breathing just fine."

"GEHEHET OHOHOFF!"

"Awww, is this a bad spot?" Tommy made an exaggerated sad face. "This is a bad spot for you, huh? Your ribs are ticklish? Is that what this is? Hm?"

Wilbur whined at the teasing, turning a deep shade of red.

"TOHOHOMMY!" he complained. The squeezing and pokes to his ribs made it difficult to think, so he couldn't get out much more. Given the opportunity, he might have been able to formulate a proper and cohesive argument and rationalization to persuade Tommy into halting his petty actions.

He wasn't given the opportunity.

The laughing on his behalf and the tickling on Tommy's seemed to weaken Wilbur because he was finding it incredibly hard to do anything but lie there and take it. Take the digging nails between his ribs, the occasional raspberry on his ribs, the random squeezes and pokes and prods and wiggles and skitters and rubs on the bones and gently scratching...

"TOHOHOMMY! PLEHEHEASE, YOUHU'RE GOHOHOING TO KIHILL ME!"

"Calm down," scoffed Tommy. "I'm not going to kill you."

Still, he relented and stopped his attack, letting Wilbur (finally) take a breather.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeheheah..."

"Cool."

"Cahahan youhu get ohohoff mehe?"

Tommy blinked. This was the first time in memory that Wilbur had asked for something — and politely too.

"Hm..." For a moment, Tommy considered it. Wilbur hadn't flipped him over and taken brutal revenge yet. He had asked nicely to be let up. It looked like he was sorry for ignoring Tommy. Well, then again, it only looked like he was sorry.

"Maybe if you apologize for ignoring," offered Tommy, "I'll let you up."

Wilbur glared at him. It was obvious he was trying to gain authority and control of the situation by activating his Big-Brother mode, but it was less effective when he was at Tommy's mercy.

"Fuhuhuck youhu," Wilbur snapped. "Let me up."

Tommy just shrugged. "Your funeral," he said, scribbling his fingers over Wilbur's ribs. The brunet screeched in laughter and immediately gave in.

"OHOHOKAY! OHOKAY IHI'M SOHOHORRY! SOHOHOHORRY!"

Huh. Well, that had worked out better than expected. Tommy made a mental note about Wilbur's ribs. What? It was valuable potential blackmail for later!

"Very sorry?"

"YEHES! V-VEHEHERY SOHOHORRY!"

"And you promise that you'll never ignore me ever again?"

"YOUHU SUHUHUCK!" Wilbur whined through his laughter.

"I don't hear you saying it~"

"NOHOT SAHAHAYING SHIHIT!"

"Don't think you have a choice here, Wil," Tommy murmured. Once more, he switched tactics, going from dancing his fingers around to digging in between each of Wilbur's ribs. Every once in a while, he'd blow a raspberry and smugly grin when he heard Wil shriek. "I think you better say it."

"IHIHI PROHOHOMISE IHI'LL-" Wilbur broke off with a high-pitched squeal as Tommy blew a raspberry on a particularly ticklish rib. "AHAHA-! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"Go on," coaxed Tommy. "Say "I'll never ignore you again, Tommy", and I'll let you up."

"DA-DAHAHAMN YOUHU!

"Say it!"

"IHIH'LL NEHEVER IGNORE YOUHU AHAHAGAIN, TO-TOHOHOMMY!" Wilbur managed to babble out.

Finally, finally, Tommy stopped. This time, with no intention of starting up again. "Really?"

"Yehes," Wilbur breathily replied. His chest rose and fell as he greedily sucked in some much-needed air. "I forgive you, okay? I'll stop ignoring. I don't think you're an idiot. I don't care about my sweater." At first, Tommy thought he was just saying it so Tommy wouldn't tickle him again. But that thought quickly left when Wilbur reluctantly grumbled out, "I love you. And I'm sorry."

"Awww! Thank you!"

"Now get the fuck off of me."

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*

"Y'know, Tommy had a lot of fun telling me about his own tickling story with you," Philza helpfully informed, shifting slightly to better access Wilbur's underarms. He noticed that kneading circles made Wil's laughter go high-pitched, so he made sure to knead as many circles as he could. "But honestly, I think I'm having more fun than he did."

"AHAHAHA! PH-PHIHIHIL! PHIHIL IHIHI CAHAHAN'T! PLEHEHEHEASE! IHI- EEP!"

Phil grinned at Wilbur's reaction. He blew another raspberry on his neck and got the same response: a short, high-pitched shriek.

"You what? What is it, Wilbur?"

Wilbur simply shook his head, laughing too hard to be able to form coherent words. Had he not been sitting in Phil's lap, his arms held up with one hand and his underarms being tortured by a hand and a wing while another wing was running over his ribs, he might have been able to form a proper word. Phil noticed this and decided to give the musician a small break.

"...h-hehehe," Wilbur softly giggled. The tickling had stopped, but he still jerked and flinched and laughed like there were still fingers and feathers on him. "M-Mehehahaha..."

"What?"

"...mehahaha..."

"A-Are you okay?" asked Philza, starting to get worried. He hadn't taken it too far, had he?

Finally, after his breathing calms down and enough air gets into Wilbur's lungs, he whispered, "...m-mehehercy..."

"What's that?"

"H-Hahahave mehercy, Phihil." Wilbur shook his head once more, his giggles beginning to start up again. He tugged at his wrists, which were still held high above his head, and rocked side to side, almost like he was trying to evade poking fingers. The only thing was that Phil wasn't doing anything. "Cahahan't tahake ihit..."

"I'm giving you a break right now," soothed Phil. "I'm not an asshole."

"Yehes you ahahare," Wilbur cheekily said.

"Hey," said Phil. He ran his nails over Wilbur's ribs, earning a loud shriek. "I would be careful if I were you," he warned. "Don't forget, I know two of your spots now, and I fully plan on abusing my knowledge."

Wilbur squirmed in the avian's lap, his light-hearted threat forcing a whine out of him. His cheeks only got redder when he finally processed something that Phil had said earlier.

"Did he really?" he meekly asked.

"Did who really what?"

"Did Tommy really tell you about tickling me?"

Philza barked out a laugh. "You think Tommy's the type of guy to offer help in unloading the groceries?"

Wilbur flushed, his cheeks now a deep crimson. "Guess not," he grumbled. He had thought it was weird that Tommy was suddenly so eager to do a task that nobody liked doing — unloading the groceries — but he had just assumed that Tommy felt awkward around Wilbur after tickling him. He hadn't thought that... Wilbur kicked his legs as best he could and whined loudly.

"I can't believe you just stood there and willingly listened to Tommy talk about how he... how he tortured me to earn my forgiveness," he huffed.

"Torture," Phil snorted. "He didn't torture you. You make it sound like he had a knife and was drawing blood. According to him, all he did was tickle your ribs."

"W-Well, my ribs are very ticklish!"

"I noticed," Phil remarked. He dragged a single finger up Wil's ribs and smirked when Wilbur burst into sweet lil' giggles. Feeling a little evil, he added, "You know, he also told me get flustered easily~"

This, of course, flustered Wilbur. He buried his head in the crook of his arm, trying — and failing miserably — to suppress a goofy smile.

Phil took it as an invitation to continue.

"He also told me your laugh was adorable."

"Did he really-

"He told me you get all giggly when someone lightly rubs your ribs."

"Wh-What-"

"And that you get really red when someone tickle you."

"I don't-"

"You do, actually," Phil noted, eyeing the brunet's red face.

"Look," he said, booping Wilbur on the nose, "even your nose is red."

"I-"

"You look good though," Phil reassured. "Cute and a little messy, but good."

"St-Stop cutting me off!" spluttered Wilbur. The fact that Phil hadn't let him go yet probably meant that he planned on tickling him more, and Phil's constant interrupting wasn't helping Wilbur ease his nerves.

Phil's eyes widened at his outburst. "Well, there's no need to shout at your old man," he murmured. "I was just curious, that's all."

"S-Sorry..."

Phil hummed again, and the two fell into a comfortable silence — although Wilbur's nerves still didn't ease. Just as he was about to be asked if he could be let go, Phil said, "Aight, break's over. Let's start."

"Wait, what're you- AH! PHIHIHIL! NOHOHOT AHAHAGAIN!"

Phil cooed softly, drilling his wings into Wilbur's underarms while silently counting his ribs with his free hand. "I think Tommy was right; your laugh is adorable."

"FUHUHUHUCK YOUHUHU!"

Phil frowned at the vulgar language. He tugged Wilbur's arms to the side a little and began blowing raspberries on his ribs. Just as Tommy had told him, Wilbur immediately shrieked.

"AHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT! SOHOHORRY! PLEHEHEHEASE, IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY!"

Phil noticed that vibrating his fingers deep into Wil's underarms made him laugh louder than when he blew raspberries on his ribs. "Hey, I think your armpits might be more ticklish than your ribs!"

"PHIHIHIL!" Wilbur whined. "YOUHUHU'RE SOHO MEHEHEHEAN!"

"Me? Mean?" Phil gasped in mock offense. He ran the tip of his wing over Wil's left underarm while drilling circles into his right. The harsh contrast between the two sides was driving Wilbur insane! "I'm hurt, Wilbur. I'm genuinely hurt."

"IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY NOHOW STOP TIHIHIHICKLING MEHE!"

"Lemme sleep on it."

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"No, that wouldn't work either," Wilbur dismissed. He leaned back in his chair (or some stairs, depending on how you wanna look at it) and gazed out the window, a half-amused smile tugging on his lips as he watched Tommy and Tubbo assemble and reassemble a large pyramid puzzle. To Technoblade, he said, "Think of something better."

"I'm trying!" Techno frustratedly snapped. "You've been rejecting every idea I've come up with! Plus, you haven't come up with a single idea yet!"

"Yeah, because good ideas take a long time to think of!"

Techno rolled his eyes. "Yeah? Good ideas take a long time to think of? Seriously? That's your excuse?"

"It's not an excuse! I'm trying to focus, but you're distracting me!"

"I'm helping."

From downstairs, Phil tiredly sighed, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Wilbur and Techno were arguing. Again.

"What else is new," he muttered under his breath before sipping his coffee.

Sometimes, the avian questioned his decision to introduce his adopted family to Technoblade. At times, it was good to have his friend around; he was always happy to have a helping hand in organizing the family. Techno was a good big brother.

There were, however, some problems. Even though Technoblade was over a thousand years old, Nether piglins tended to live for millions of years. By piglin standards, Techno was barely a toddler. His youth — and therefore inexperience — caused some (read: a lot) of chaos and unnecessary bickering around the house.

For example, it was Tommy's birthday, and Techno and Wilbur had been assigned to give him a gift. Phil had initially thought it would be a nice team/brother bonding moment, but it just ended up being another excuse for the two to argue.

"What if we made him a giant cobblestone tower?" suggested Techno. "I have enough. We could build it all the way to the height limit. It'd probably make Tommy happy; he likes cobblestone towers of powers."

"No."

The piglin blinked at Wilbur's bluntness. He waited for an explanation. When none came, he prompted, "...Because...?"

"I just don't like the idea," Wilbur replied.

Techno threw his hands up in wordless fury. "You are impossible to work with," he stated. "Absolutely impossible."

"Think of some good ideas and maybe I'll be easier to work with."

Finally, Technoblade snapped. Wilbur had been rejecting every single one of his ideas with no satisfying explanation. It was honestly starting to get to him.

Making sure Wilbur was still distracted by something outside the window, he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a book and quill. Flipping to page thirteen, he slowly trailed a finger down the paper, quickly reading all the bullets.

- A video where he's singing incredibly off-key - His secret drawer of photos of Sally - The one page in his diary where he talks about how amazing Tommy is - A video of him strumming an air-guitar like he's at a rock concert - That one time he accidentally encased himself in obsidian and I had to get him out - That time he started talking about how incredibly Tommy was before realizing I wasn't Philza

None of these help, Technoblade thought, slightly crestfallen. Usually, his book had all the blackmailing information necessary for any situation. But none of the bullets were helpful in this certain scenario. Eventually, he reached the final bullet on page thirteen, the page specifically dedicated to potential blackmail on Wilbur Soot.

- Ticklish ribs The words, "+underarms", had been hastily scrawled underneath.

Huh. Technoblade glanced up at Wilbur, who remained oblivious to his growing evil scheme.

"Alrighty then," the piglin sighed, standing up. "Villain arc time."

"Oh yeah?" Wilbur absent-mindedly murmured. "What're you gonna- AH!"

He yelped, caught off-guard, as Techno just about pounced on him and hauled him off his chair. He crashed into the piglin, sending them tumbling to the ground, each fighting for dominance. Though Techno was quite well-known for his strength and cunningness, Wilbur found it incredibly easy to wriggle his way out from his grasp.

Just as Wilbur had thought he had managed to get away, Techno "accidentally" hiked his shirt up and began squeezing at his ribcage. Wil immediately crumbled to the ground, feebly beating Techno's chest with a clenched fist.

"Ack! T-Tehehechno! Youhu cheheheater!"

"I win!" he triumphantly cried, flipping Wilbur onto back and settling down on his legs. Anytime Wil tried to resist, Techno would simply rub his top rib bones and watch (smugly) as Wilbur fell back down, giggling up a storm.

"Youhuhu cheheated!" Wilbur protested. "Thahat's not fahahair!"

"Hush," shushed Techno. Wilbur did not "hush". In fact, when Technoblade delved his fingers into his underarms, his laughter only grew louder. In mock exasperation, Techno snapped, "Pay attention, Wilbur, I'm showing you my really good idea."

"Thihihis ihis youhur idehea?!"

"It's good, isn't it?"

"Ihihit's ahabsolute shit!"

Techno's eyes widened.

"You take that back!" he demanded, not caring how childish he was being. It seemed like laughter truly was contagious, for Wilbur's loud cackling brought out a few chuckles from himself. Techno was glad that Phil had suggested for Tommy and Tubbo to go outside, because it would be very hard to explain why he, Technoblade, a deadly piglin who earned his title "Blood God", was currently sitting on top of a human and tickling him senseless, all the while wearing a large, goofy smirk.

"My ideas are great and you know it. Just admit it already."

"Fuhuhuck ohoff! Ihihi-" Whatever Wilbur was going to say was cut off by his own raucous laughter when Techno pushed his sweater up and blew a raspberry on his ribs (a trick he learned from Phil, who learned it from Tommy). "FUHUHUCK! WAHAHAIT! WAHAHAIT, TEHEHECHNO PLEASE! STOHOHOP!"

Technoblade did not stop. As a matter of fact, Wilbur's pleas only seemed to spur him on. Through slightly teary eyes, Wil weakly batted at Techno's shoulder as the pinkette blew raspberry after raspberry on his ribs. The hits didn't do much — Techno barely noticed — but it did throw him off a little when Wilbur missed his shoulder and whacked him in the face. Luckily, no one was hurt, but it made Techno flinch, and instead of blowing a raspberry on Wil's ribs, he blew one on his navel.

To which Wilbur screeched.

"NOHOHO! NONONONO! NO! PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE! ANYWHERE BUHUT THEHERE!"

Technoblade grinned. He gave Wil's underarms a little break and moved to attack his tummy instead, skittering his fingers around the soft skin, occasionally dipping into his navel to lightly scratch around.

"Oh? Is this a new spot?" asked Techno. "Is your tum-tum ticklish? Is it? Is it so tick-tick-ticklish? Hm?"

"STOHOHOHOP!" Wilbur tried to demand. His squeaky cackles weren't really helping him make a point. He pursed his lips together and attempted to put on a mean, stony face. Techno dipped a thumb into his lil' button and vibrated it around, and his facade immediately crumbled. He squirmed underneath him, frantically trying to get free. "PLEHEHEASE! CAHAHAN'T TAHAKE IHIT!"

The piglin caught the strain in Wilbur's laughter and sympathized with him. He hadn't been tickled before, but Wilbur always tried to keep a strong, impassive reputation, and Technoblade doesn't know what he would do if somebody tickles him and reduced him to a red puddle of giggles.

"Alright, alright," he murmured, decided that Wilbur had had enough. "Just wanted to have my revenge for a little while. It gets annoying when someone keeps rejecting my brilliant ideas, y'know."

He slid off of Wilbur and walked back to his chair, where he had originally been sitting before he had gotten the random idea to tickle Wil. Before he could see what Techno was doing, the piglin quickly jotted down "+belly and navel" on page thirteen of his blackmailing book. He said nothing else — no apologies, no consolation, no explanation. Nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. Goose eggs.

The moment Wilbur got enough air into his lungs and strength in his limbs, he staggered back onto his feet, face bright red and hair a mess. He ran a hand through his ruffled brown curls — like that would help — and sank into his chair, breathless.

"Ihi still thihink your ideas a-are shihit," he mumbled. He hugged himself around the stomach, ghost tickles still dancing on his sensitive skin. Technoblade glared at him. He had forgotten how annoying Wilbur was while he had been tickling him. He grabbed the first thing he could find — a marker — and pointed it at the brunet.

"I'll tickle you again if you're not careful," he threatened.

"I can take it," Wilbur arrogantly responded, eyeing the marker warily. His bluff was called, however, when Technoblade stood up and he squeaked. "AH! Sorry! Didn't mean it! I-I was just joking!"

Techno grinned. "You wanna admit that my ideas are good now?"

"No."

For a split second, Wilbur's stubbornness irritated the piglin. But then, after studying the marker in his hand, Techno's grin only widened, another equally wonderful idea popping into his head.

"Alright, I've got an idea I bet Tommy'll love," he said.

"And I bet it's shit."

Technoblade didn't say anything, simply grabbing Wilbur's wrists and raising them high above his head, which scared him.

"What're you doing?" he squeaked, voice high-pitched in terror. "D-Don't tickle me again! Please! I'm sorry!"

"Calm down," Techno soothed. "I'm not going to tickle you."

Wilbur relaxed a little. That is until Technoblade began pushing his sweater up, to which he shrieked, "What're you doing?!"

"I'm going to use this marker," was the pinkette's simple response.

"T-To do wha- EEP! Tehehechno! Nohohot ahagain!" whined Wil. "Plehease! Ihihi'm seherious, I cahahan't tahake it!"

"What? Seriously? You can't take a marker? Not even a marker?" teased Technoblade, more surprised than anything else.

"Ihihi'm tihihicklish!" the brunet defensively giggled.

"Well, that's good, because I won't tickle you all that much. Just stay still. I need to write something on your stomach. It'll be easier if you don't struggle."

"Ihihit tihihickles!"

"I know, but just stay still."

Wilbur tried — he really did! — but it was incredibly difficult to not laugh while Technoblade was writing something on his stomach with a black Sharpie. The soft tip of the marker was surprisingly good at tickling him, especially when it came close to the rim of his navel.

"Whahat ahahare yohuu even dohohoing?" giggled Wilbur. He couldn't exactly read whatever Techno was writing. It's hard to read upside down.

"I'm writing "TICKLE HERE" all over your stomach. And don't look at me like that," Technoblade added when the other gaped at him. "I know you're ticklish on your stomach, but I'm willing to bet Tommy doesn't~"

"Youhu wouhuhuldn't!"

"I would, actually," Techno replied. "Plus, I bet Tommy would love it. Admit it, Wilbur, it's a good idea."

Although Wilbur would continue to insist that Techno's ideas were shit, Tommy actually found Techno's birthday gift for him incredibly entertaining and enjoyed it immensely.

("Come on Wilbur, it's very rude to not sing me happy birthday~" "Ihihi'm tryhyhyhying!" "Try harder! Try to stop laughing. It might help." "Youhuhu suhuck!" "I wouldn't say that if I were in your position~" "ACK! WAHAHAIT! IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY!" "Don't forget to try his navel too." "FUHUHUCK YOU BOHOTH!")

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I don't know why this prompt took me so long to do but I'm so fucking sorry Jesus Christ ᜊࡇᜊ

Also I'd just like to mention brag that the word count is 3,909 words.

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[kenrik]

Utahime is scared. She and Gojo have hooked up a couple of times and they like each other (a lot) but because of the world they live in, they can't properly be together. Her period is 1 month late. One day, she just tells him. "Satoru, I'm pregnant". What would he do? How would he act? I'd like to know your thoughts about it.

"What do you plan to do?"

"I don't know." Utahime sighed and buried her face in her hands. "I don't know, but I think I want to keep it."

She turns to him, sighs and lets out a dry laugh at the stiff, quiet expression on his face.

"Don't worry." She tells him with a smile. "I can do this alone."

Pfft. Gojo starts to smirk. And before Utahime could cry in shock, he jumps her and takes her down with him, pinning her beneath him over the bed.

"I'm not letting my first born be a bastard." He laughs at her like she was crazy. "You know I did pretty well with the Fushiguros, right?"

"Ha!" This time, it's Utahime who laughs at him. "You just opened your wallet every time! Everyone else did most of the work!!"

"What about the students? If I leave you alone, they'll end up weak like you." He teased. And that earned him a good headbutt. "We're already parents to all these kids anyway. What's one more?"

"You're insane!!"

"And I can finally tell my baba (grandma) to suck it. She's always told me you're too good for me, you know?"

"You're an idiot!!"

"Besides, I've never been short of telling you how I feel about you." He smiles down at her. "So, it's just a question of if you love me back."

"Whichever it is, I'll be around. I always am."

"You're a moron." Utahime frowns at him and cups his cheeks. "I'm having your baby, you idiot." She sighs as his head rests on the crook of her neck. "Of course, I do."

"Of course, I love you too."

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Pretty sure simp Gojo will use this as an excuse to finally get married to Utahime. Haha! I don't see them going this far without being in love. They would tie the knot!

In their world, when has anything been proper and normal? Most of the time, it isn't. Especially the stronger clans. But damn hell, what does Gojo stand for? What does he and his friends always do? They fight against the system! Damn if Gojo and Utahime won't fight for their unborn baby. This plotline is just super romantic - I can't OTL

There're a lot of external factors that'll be dipping into this situation. But as for Gojo, I can't see him not taking responsibility for the woman he loves and their unborn child. :D

Pregnancy out of wedlock is a sensitive issue. Having it or not really depends on the mother's values. It's Utahime's decision in the end. In my HCs, Gojo will be there supporting her every step of the way. Also he's the Gojo clan head, I wouldn't worry so much! Like how there'll be opposition, there'll be supporters too. The Gojo clan being overprotective over their first lady - that'd be too cute. Haha!

I can see them fawning over Utahime-mama and dissing Gojo-papa and making him shoo away! - You've done your job! She's pregnant! Now scram!! Hahaha!!!

This is just answering that situation posted. I have a million HCs, but them getting preggers like that is never in any of them. I really see Utahime and Gojo being careful if they do have sex. i.e. Utahime always being miles away from Gojo when she's ovulating. AHAHAHA But in all seriousness, given their age and high IQ and EQ, safe sex is a no brainer. They should be fine hahaha

The real question is - does Gojo know how to love? That's a question I'm sure Gege won't be answering at all haha. He seems to hate Gojo's character based on the interviews. But surprisingly, a number of his "heartless", "cold fighter type" characters have a depth to them. Even Toji was given depth - that he was powerless against the will of the sorcery clans, that he was a heartless man who fell in love with a warm, loving woman.

Dude, Gojo's a good man. Trust. Haha. If the side character villain Toji was given depth - what more with Gojo? Ahahaha

You know how Gojo uplifts all his students. He was never biased against Maki even when she had no power. He sees potential in every one of his students. He keeps promoting them all for heaven's sakes haha. When he calls Utahime weak, it's just in jest, it's just him trolling her because she gets mad easily, stubborn, proud too. Ahh they're honestly so cute. Pretty sure they help each other out when recommending students for promotions. UwU

A baby with the beautiful woman you love and trust? Damn, Gojo'd be one lucky papa.

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HI :D Thanks for giving me a special offer hehe I haven't done this before so sorry if it turns out weird :,D Can I have the word prompt C-10 for Togami? (hurt comfort - #10) (Togami from Danganronpa THH) Congrats on 300 btw, you deserve it !

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"Don't look at me... I'm sick!"

A/N : Thanks for supporting me everytime as well ^^ I really appreciate it! Togami is one of my comfort chatacters, so writing this really made my day <3 I hope you enjoy ^^

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Characters: + Byakuya Togami

Warnings: +hurt/comfort + you/your reader +GN reader

The Summer holidays had finally arrived and you just couldn't be more excited! You finally got to spend time with your favourite person without him bragging about homeworks!

As soon as your class got dismissed, you immediately text your partner, asking him is he free at the moment, cause if he is, you would be rushing towards him, giving him a long-lost hug you always wished to give.

Just as you were imagining such plan in your head, the vibration of the phone surprised you and your attention immediately went back to the phone.

"I'm sorry, I'm not really free right now"

As soon as you saw that message he replied back to you , your tension immediately went down real quick. He's not free? That's sucks...

But then, you thought of a clever idea , with a soft grin , you dashed towards his house and hid behind bushes in front of his lawn.

His house looks flippin luxurious and there's even guards guarding around it, how are you supposed to give a bug surprise with all these guards walking around?

"I'm sure that many guards aren't necessary..."

You thought to yourself, letting out a soft sigh. your partner is just too ridiculously rich and at the moment , it's just pure unnecessary.

But sure those guards could be intimidating, but it ain't stopping you! You are his partner, and visiting your partner's house isn't illegal, so you decided to just walk into his house openly

Just as you were going to do that, your phone start to vibrate repeatedly and you almost got your heart falling out from your mouth. That just surprise you , real bad.

You picked up your phone and a familiar voice spread through your ear,

" I know what you're planning you goblin , I'm not going to get surprised so leave "

With a calm tone, he spoke.

There's just so much to process, first of all, goblin?? Did he just call his cute and adorable partner a goblin? Now that's rude...

Second of all, he knows what I'm planning? But how?

You start to process his words inside your head, feeling dizzy, you stopped thinking and let your mind blank

"h-how-..?"

Just as you answered back, the phone call had already been hung up.

Unconvinced, you decide to continue your plan and decide to just jump in from the window this time, you just wanted to see your partner, it isn't too selfish right?

Surprisingly, you succeeded on entering the house by squeezing in a window

You look around the room you are in right now... There's a bed, a closet... Seems like a simple room.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps. Panicaly, you hide behind a closet that looks really expensive, you wouldn't even dare to move another inch.

".. w- Y/N?!"

Oops, you messed up. Wait... Isn't that?

"byakuya?!"

You state out his name while you immediately get out from the closet , as your partner shows up in front of you, him in his striped- sleepwear amazed you.

Why is he in his sleepwear..?

"Don't look at me... I'm sick!"

He stated, covering his pale face with his right hand as his left hand is holding a small container of medicine

"PFFT- ahahaha~!"

You let out a soft chuckle, as you walk towards Togami, which his face starts to get red out of embarrassment, he had never showed his weak self to anyone before,

But you don't really care, you just think it's adorable , you immediately give him a big hug and comfort him saying that it's not that embarrassing at all, he shouldn't feel that way,

" I am your partner right?"

You asked, head facing towards him, smiling.

He looked over to you and quickly change visions to not lock his eyes with yours, he's shy you see..

".. yeah.."

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Eddie in Wonderland (Part 3 ❤️🖤)

There sat a beautiful table full of tea pots, tea cups, cookies, candies, anything that a child could wish for to have the perfect tea party. Eddie rushed up to the table, letting out a soft 'wow' before feeling two hands grab his shoulders tightly. Eddie froze up from the touch, feeling his heart drop all the way to the ground and splattering on his shoes.

"Hello, dear child. Would you like some tea?"

Eddie shuddered at the voice before turning around to face the man who owned it. "I-I'm sorry, did I interrupt?"

"No, you're just fine. Have a seat, dear." The Mad Hatter coaxed, pulling him a chair out to sit in. Eddie hesitantly sat down, looking up at the man with a worried expression. He sat down across from the boy, grabbing the tea pot and pouring some tea in a small flower cup. "Would you like some tea?"

Eddie nodded slowly with a slight smile. "Yes, thank you..."

"May I ask your name? And perhaps where you're headed?" He asks, handing him the steaming tea cup.

"Ah, my name is Eddie..." he softly replies, grabbing the cup. "And...I'm trying to find a whit-"

"Eddie? What a lovely name for a lovely boy. Here, drink up."

"...What is your name?" Eddie questions.

"I'm the Mad Hatter, but you may call me Danny." He quickly told him. "Now, drink up. Drink up! Would you like some sugar? Milk?"

The ginger grew concerned and a bit uneasy about how pushy the man was being towards drinking the tea. He peered down at the liquid, seeing it looked pretty safe. "No, I'm fine...thank you for asking..." He then took a sip, finding that this didn't taste of tea at all, more like alcohol. He coughed a little, only to see Danny staring at him.

"Does it taste good? More sugar? More milk?"

"A-Ah..." Eddie coughed again. "I-I don't think this is t-tea..."

"More sugar, I see." Danny takes the cup away and begins pouring sugar into it, at least, Eddie thought it was sugar. "Here, try it now." He hands it back to the boy, only for the liquid to taste totally different.

Eddie smiles softly, nodding. "This tastes much better, thank you." Danny watched the boy drink intensely, making sure he got each and every last drop of it. After he was done, the boy began to feel dizzy and bubbly. "Ahhh...what type of tea was that...?"

"Did you like it?"

"Hehe...yeahhh..." Eddie looked around obliviously, finding everything was mixed colors and sparkles. He was incredibly happy at the sight of it, leaning back in his chair while hiccuping. "Hehe...hahahahaha...hahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Danny stood up, approached the boy slowly, and grabbed his face. Eddie was in no condition to realize how creepy the man was being, giggling constantly at him. To Eddie, he began to look more and more like his father. "Now, those eyes of yours are so beautiful. Hazy and dark..."

"Hahaha!"

"Like you've lost yourself. Like you're mad."

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

Danny grabs the boy's hand, lifting him up out of his chair. "Come, I rarely have guests. I would love to examine those eyes more."

"Father," Eddie spoke cheerfully. "why would you wanna see my eyes? They aren't even that pretty! Hahaha!"

"They're beautiful, Eddie. Now, we must hurry. That 'tea' won't last very long, no, not at all."

"Huhhh? What are you talking abouttt?" Eddie wobbled his way towards the other side of the table, following the Mad Hatter. "I dunno whatttt...sgghhh...waaa..."

"Hush, now. I'll make this quick."

"Huhhh? Whaaat?" Eddie questions, feeling himself being pushed against the biggest chair at the end of the table. He then saw Danny grab an eating utensil off of the table, supposedly a spoon, and holding him down by his chest. Eddie felt a sudden change of mood and began to struggle away. "No! No! No!"

"Is it already wearing off-?"

"NO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO, YOU HOOLIGAN!" Eddie cried, kicking the man in the chest and flinging himself onto the table. Danny was stunned for only a moment before grabbing Eddie's ankle and yanking him back. "NO! NO! LET ME GO!"

"Have some more tea."

"MOM! DAD?! AL! PLEASE, SOMEONE! ANYONE!" Eddie screamed, kicking and pulling away from the man. "PLEASE!"

Suddenly, as if he had heard his cries, the white rabbit jumps onto the table laughing hysterically. Eddie felt a lump in his throat, almost wishing he hadn't screamed at all; Not if this man was going to kill him instead.

"YOU AGAIN, FIVE EYES?! GIVE ME A BREAK! YOU ALREADY TRY TO GET QUEEN RAY'S EYES!" He hissed at Danny. He let Eddie go, only for Zack to pick the little boy up instead. "AHAHAHA! DO SOMETHIN LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I'LL TEAR ALL YER EYES OUT!"

"Mister. Rabbit!" Eddie gushed with a grin.

"OI, DON'T BE GETTIN HAPPY ALL OF A SUDDEN! THAT REALLY TICKS ME OFF!"

"I was merely trying to checkup on his eyes!" Danny exclaimed, hiding the spoon behind his back with a sickening smile. "Believe me!"

"NOT FOR A SECOND, YA PERV!" Zack jumps from the table, holding Eddie like a sack of potatoes, and running out the back gate. Danny called for the two to come back, but neither of them had the intention to.

"Mister. Bunny-!"

"Call me Zack, lil-shit!"

"Mister. Zack!"

"ZACK!"

"No formalities?"

"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN, RICH BOY?!"

Eddie laughed at the rabbit-man's response, shaking his head. "Nevermind that! Where are we going?"

"The castle. I'm late, remember?!" Zack grumbled, swinging from branch to branch. This confused Eddie a bit, since he was supposed to be a rabbit, not a monkey.

"Oh! Yes, I do remember you saying something of the sorts."

"UGH, YA SPEAK TOO PROPER!"

"My apologies."

Eddie then remembered his stolen mask, peering at Zack's back pockets to see if it was there. However, there was no sight of it. Before he could question the bandaged man, he was dropped straight on his back. He looked up at Zack, only to see he was entering a large metal gate which led to the castle. "See ya later, lil-shit."

"Wait! My mask! Could you give it back?!" Zack doesn't answer, rushing through the entrance of the castle's garden. Eddie stood up and brushed himself off, walking inside of the beautifully decorated gate that the man had left open stupidly. Eddie shut the gate behind himself to make sure no one else could enter the castle grounds, since it was common sense. He then began to chase Zack once more. "Please! I really need it back!"

Eddie tripped over a can of red paint, spilling it out on the grass and landing face-first onto the ground. He rubbed his forehead, small tears forming in his eyes from the hit. "Ouch..."

"Ah! I'm so sorry! So sorry!"

"That voice..." Eddie's head perked up as he turns to see the boy who spoke to him. As he suspected, it was his older brother, Carl. Immediately after realizing it was him, he began sobbing. "CARL! WAAAAAAHHHH!" He grabbed onto Carl and pulled him in for a hug, ignoring the fact that he was dressed as a soldier.

"Uh-do I know you?" Carl asks, pulling the boy away from his grasp.

Eddie's eyes widen as he hears that question. "Carl...we're...brothers...! Do you not remember me?!"

Carl tilts his head, giving Eddie an odd look. "Uhm...dude. I have no idea who you are."

Eddie stood up and wiped his tears away, holding his head in his hands. "Oh goodness...I must be dreaming...!"

Carl grabs the bucket of paint and ran off towards two other soldiers that were with him. One was rather small, looking to be around six and the other was tall, looking to be sixteen. Eddie recognized them to be his brothers, George, Albert, and Carl, but they didn't seem to have the slightest clue who he was. So, instead of continuing to push them to remember, he decided to play it cool and go along with what they were doing.

"What are you three doing?" Eddie asks the boys.

"We're painting the roses red!" The littlest one, George, boomed happily. "We planted the wrong ones, so now we gotta fix them before the Queen comes and cuts off our heads!"

Eddie felt his heart splatter when he heard that. "What?!"

Albert, the oldest one, paid no mind to Eddie, continuing to paint. Carl grabbed George and led him onto a stool to paint more roses, explaining to Eddie. "That's right...we have to paint them red before we lose our heads!"

"Let me help then!" Eddie grabbed a paint brush and a bucket of paint, beginning to do the same. They all were panicked and rushing, hoping that they'd be done on time. Eddie didn't know the time limit, so made sure he did them quickly without really paying much mind to how good they looked. Little George couldn't do them very well either, considering his age, so some of them looked quite messy.

"Are you sure none of you know who I am?" Eddie asks while continuing to paint.

"You look like one of us, but no." Carl reported. He didn't take his eyes off of the brush, doing his best to paint every spot.

"Mhm! You do, you do!" George sang.

Eddie then heard some trumpets in the distance, seeing all of the color drain from his brother's faces. All three of them looked like they were terrified, hiding the paint and getting on their hands and knees, bowing. Eddie got down too, seeing that it would be silly to stay up. He gazed at his brothers, seeing that Carl was crying and the other two looked mortified. Was it really this fatal to have the roses red?

Suddenly, a whole army of soldiers lined up against the bushes and a red carpet was laid on the ground. The soldiers all had burlap masks on, exactly like the one that was stolen from Eddie. Confused, he looked up to see a beautiful young lady walking down the carpet and towards the four boys. Her dark crystal eyes were gleaming down the bushes, no facial expression was visible on her face. Carl began crying even more, which made George start to cry. Eddie knew that something was wrong.

Another trumpet was played, showing the rabbit-man who was playing it. "Announcing the Queen of Hearts! Or whatever..." he spat.

The Queen approached the four boys, coldly staring at them. "Who painted the roses red?" She bluntly asks, with no emotion at all. Her voice was quite pretty, but at the moment, Eddie dreaded it.

"I-It was my fault..." Carl lowered his head, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks.

"It was my fault." Albert looked up at the Queen with a harsh glare. "Don't believe that idiot."

"A-Al!" Carl sobbed, only to have Albert shove his head to the ground.

"IT WAS ME! DON'T KILL MY LITTLE BROTHERS FOR SOMETHING I DID!" Albert thundered, now having tears rapidly streaming down his face. "I DID IT! SO JUST LEAVE THEM-!"

"Off with their heads."

Eddie's head snapped up. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His three brothers all were surrounded and dragged away, seemingly to their demise.

"NO, PLEASE NO! IT WAS MY FAULT! DON'T KILL THEM! DON'T-NO! THEY'RE JUST BABIES!" Albert screeched on the top of his lungs, begging for the Queen to let his little brother's go. However, the Queen didn't even bat an eye at his cries.

Eddie knew that he had to take action. These were his brothers afterall. Hearing them cry for mercy was enough to drive the young boy mad. "WAIT! STOP!"

The whole garden went silent. The crying stopped, the soldiers stopped, and the Queen stared at Eddie with her cold eyes. Before he could say another word, the Queen lifted his chin with her finger to get a better look at his gorgeous face. "Oh, a little boy."

"Y-Yes..." Eddie stuttered, standing up and panicking. "Please, don't k-kill them! Uhmmm...th-they're my brothers...a-and..."

The Queen's long golden hair danced behind her from the wind, staring deep into Eddie's ivy green eyes. He kept eye contact to let her know he was serious about this matter. With a small sigh, the Queen lifted a hand and the soldiers let his brothers go. "All three of you, get out of my sight."

Without another word, Albert picked little George up and grabbed Carl's hand, running away with them. Eddie remained standing tall, feeling completely overpowered by the girl. However, he didn't want that to show, so tried his best to keep his calm. "You, come with me."

Eddie followed the Queen's order, staying close behind her like a lost puppy. Each and every soldier stared at Eddie, almost sympathetically. Now Eddie felt really nervous.

"Now, where do you come from and where are you going?" The Queen asked.

"W-Well...I'm trying to find my way home-!"

"Your way? It's my way." She snapped, her blue eyes looking piercing.

"Y-Yes, you're right, b-but I was thinking-!"

"Bow when you're thinking. It saves more time."

"Yes, your majesty..." Eddie bows.

"No need to call me in formalities. I like you. You may call me Rachel." She informs him before beginning to walk again.

"O-Okay, I was only g-going to ask you-!"

"I ask the questions," Rachel grabs Eddie's hand, giving him a fake smile. "Do you dance?"

"Why, yes, your maj-I mean, Rachel." Eddie stammered, flustered by the touch. He was rarely touched so gently after all. Her hands felt like ice, just as her stare and heart. She leads him inside the ball room, many soldiers following behind.

"I would like you to dance with me," Rachel spoke in a tender tone, placing one of her hands on his cheek. "You are very charming...what was your name?"

"Edward...but people call me Eddie more often..." he blushed heavily, looking away. "You may call me whatever you'd like..."

"Eddie..." Rachel repeated slowly placing her hand on his shoulder and grabbing his other one. "What a beautiful name."

Eddie looked away briefly before placing his hand on her hip and holding her hand. "Thank you, R-Rachel..."

"Music." Rachel hissed at the servants, only for them to run and put it on. She smiled at Eddie once more, beginning to dance with him. It would be a lie for him to say he didn't enjoy it, but he was terrified of messing up. Her hands were so small and her stare was adoring but cold. She really seemed like a doll that a little girl would own. He peered away from her eyes for a moment, seeing that Zack was tearing up his mask for all to see. Eddie felt an overwhelming sense of anger and fear, wanting it back as soon as possible.

"Ah, Rach-!"

"Hush now, Eddie."

"But-!"

"Hush."

"GIVE IT BACK!" Eddie finally yelled, letting go of Rachel and jumping onto Zack. He began biting and scratching, desperately wanting his burlap mask back. By the time he got ahold of it, it was almost completely destroyed. Eddie fell to his knees, holding the mask close to his chest and thinking about the day he got it. "W-Waaahh...I WANNA GO HOME!"

Zack picks Eddie up by the collar of his shirt, giving him a good punch to the stomach before throwing him back towards the Queen. Eddie held his stomach in pain, coughing violently.

"Off with his head."

"R-Rachel..." Eddie sobbed. "Please...I-I wanna...I WANNA GO HOME!"

The soldiers began to surround him, reaching out towards him to pick him up and drag him out. He shut his eyes tightly, knowing that he was doomed.

"Edward!"

Eddie opened his eyes with a small gasp, hearing his mother's voice calling for him. The soldiers were still reaching for him, so he quickly crawled underneath their legs and began running towards the voice. "Mother! Mother!" He cried, looking back to see a crowd of black and white suits chasing him.

"Edward!"

"MOMMA!" He sobbed, rushing through the tea party, the caterpillar's smoke, the flowerbed, the forest, all the way back to the small door where it all began. He slammed his hands against it, shaking the door knob violently. "LET ME OUT! LET ME GO! I WANNA GO HOME!"

"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"

Eddie took one look back at everyone chasing him, letting out one more scream. "MOM!"

And just like that,

Eddie woke up.

"Edward, are you even listening-?!"

"MOMMA!" Eddie bawled, jumping into her arms and holding her tight. His mother was shocked from these sudden tears, but nevertheless, wiped them away. "M-Momma...*sniffle*...mommy..."

"It's alright, my dear." His mother coaxed, patting his head delicately. "Shhh..."

After a short while of comforting Eddie, his mother grabbed his hand and her book, patting his ginger locks once again. "Edward, it's nearly three o'clock. Time for tea."

Eddie picks Sadie up, holding her close to his chest with a small sniffle and sigh. "Yes, mother."

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[Author's note: That took a long time and I am NOT editing a 6935 worded AU nOPE- I hope you all enjoyed! Sorry for not updating more frequently ♡♡♡]

The cast:

Eddie as Alice: Woah, okay. That was fun. I loved how proper and sweet he was! Such a kind gentleman throughout it all~❤

Zack as the White Rabbit: Okay, this fit him 👏so👏damn👏well👏 I loved writing his character throughout this! He was a wild card, that's for sure~❤

Shin as Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum: I just HAD to add these two in, they fit PERFECTLY. I hardly ever write about them in the first place, so this was a great opportunity! Never steal from a grave-keeper~❤

The girl as the White Rose: Loved this role for her, so sweet, so kind, so talented~❤

Cathy as the Caterpillar: Sass. Sass all day. Didn't even let my poor boy finish a sentence. ✋😔

Gray as the Cheshire Cat: THE CHESHIRE CAT WAS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER AND STILL IS (other than Alice) SO I LOVED WRITING HIS CHARACTER~❤

Danny as the Mad Hatter: Creepy. As. Crap. I made him creepy as much as possible, since I didn't want him to be TOTALLY crazy, still rational and smart. I did like writing his character as well~❤

Rachel as the Queen of Hearts: She slayed it 🖤❤🖤❤🖤

The Mason bros as the Soldiers: This made me tear up Q^Q They really do care for each other...❤

Old man as the doorknob: Almost forgot him! Ahhh, he was so heartwarming to write about! Yes, this is the old man from Zack's backstory! ❤

Thank you so much for reading, I love you all! ❤

[deviliciousdev]

MBTI✨⛄️The Great Christmas Debacle🎄pt.4

entp (the debater)

x

intp (the logician)

best friends

+

(entp x infp relationship & intp x entj relationship)

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[at a christmas tree lot, early afternoon, the day before christmas eve]

lot worker: how bout this one? [using one had to carry three foot tall skimpy tree with droopy branches]

entp: ugh what the hell is that?

intp: 😳

entp: is this really the ONLY tree you have left?

lot worker: oh no i just showed you the worst one first. it's the day before christmas eve buddy.

intp: *snickers*

entp: 🙄 i get that, man, but still like there's NOTHING else?

intp: normally they wouldn't be pushy to a probably under paid seasonal worker, but we are kinda desperate.

lot worker: buy your tree earlier?

entp: LOOK i know, ok. I KNOW it's the day before christmas eve and we're looking for a fucking tree. BUT IF WE COULD TONE DOWN THE TUDE AND JUST FIGURE THIS OUT, would be cool ok?

intp: yeah they burned down their significant other's christmas tree and we really need a new one. actually i've been ordered to get a "bigger, better tree"

intp: [talking more to themselves than to the worker, while entp stares at the worker wide eyed like a crazy person] though now i'm thinking about it, i can't remember what the old one looked like so this might be an impossible task...

lot worker: 🤨... rough go, kids, but like i said we're fresh out of a "bigger better" redemption trees. [starts to walk off]

entp: [panic yelling] THIS IS THE THRID LOT WE'VE BEEN TO! WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!

lot worker: maybe get an axe there fire started [laughing as he walks off]

intp: ahahaha

entp: I WILL! ILL DIG ONE OUT WITH MY BARE HANDS IF I HAVE TOO PAL!

intp: [still snickering] fire starter

entp: THATS IT LETS GO!

intp: go where?

entp: [stomping to their jeep] THE FOREST!☝️

intp: we live in the city?? what forest??

entp: WE LIVE IN SEATTLE!! THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST! THE FOREST IS OUT THERE INTP! YONDER THE PINES GROW! LOOK TO THE HORIZON FOR GODSAKE! WE'LL FIND IT!

intp: [looks around] all i see is buildings and a homeless man squatting in that alley... oh god he's not squatting, HE'S NOT SQUATTING. [jumping into jeep as fast as possible]

[after a good two hours of getting lost and having to stop at a hardware store to buy a chainsaw, the xntp twins of chaos find themselves "in the forest"]

intp: are you sure this is far enough from the road? because i can definitely still hear cars also i can kinda see em.

entp: it's fine just help me put the fuel mixture in the chainsaw.

[goes over to hold chainsaw]

intp: oh! ahhh! damn it entp! you're getting gas all over man!

entp: [still pouring] well hold it up more!

[gas mixture going everywhere]

entp: damn it! it's empty! ok it's fine i'm pretty sure i got enough in there for one stupid tree.

intp: ok now, which one...?? i mean these are definitely all bigger and better. they're like 10ft tall. wait we can't do this, it's against the law.

entp: 😐

both: burst out in laughter.😂🤣

entp: ahhh that's a good one intp. ok i say we chop that bad boy down. yeah... he's a looker.

intp: ok so i think we just pull the lil cord thing to start it up, and by we i mean you. [hands entp chainsaw]

entp: i know this is like a super desperate ordeal that's going on, but can i just say i'm so excited to use a chainsaw.

intp: it's like practice for the apocalypse... eek! 😆👐

entp: RIGHT! ok let's start this bad boy up. [pulls cord half way then slips out of hand] damn it, ok i'll try again, it slipped. [does it again, slips again] DAMN IT! MY STUPID HAND'S ALL MOIST FROM THE GAS!

intp: ew.

entp: [wipes hand on pants like a crazy person] ok i dried it. i hope. ok let's get it! [does it again, finally gets it started] YES! LETS SAVE CHRISTMAS!!

intp: [pulging ears] AHHH ITS SO COOL! BUT ALSO SO LOUD!! LIKE REALLY LOUD!

[entp starts in on the base of the trunk, yelling like a mad person as sawdust starts to fly]

[several hours later, now dark out just after the sunset🌅🌃]

intp: [using chainsaw on tree which is still completely upright] ahh! cramp!! cramp!! cramp in arm!!

entp: [holding iphone light on tree] WHAT?! YOU'VE BEEN DOING IT FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS!

intp: ITS BEEN LIKE AN HOUR!!

[neither were correct as it had only been twenty minutes]

intp: ahhh! just take your turn!! my hand is now cramping!

entp: ugh!! fine you big baby, give it to me! just hold the light. [trades intp and starts for actually two seconds and stops, and screams to the heavens] ugh! this is so exhausting! i hate chainsaws! i hate myself! and i hate christmas AND CHRIS ANGEL YOU SWINDLING SON OF BITCH AND YOUR DEFECTIVE MAGIC KITS!!

intp: i wanna go hommmme. chainsaws are not as much fun as i thought, they're loud and heavy and difficult to wield and fuel, also it's dark, i'm cold and i want snack. and nature is gross i mean we should obviously save it and recycle but I HATE BUGS and i just saw a centipede ewww.

entp: I KNOW THAT INTP! but i think the tree is about ready to come down! [counties to chainsaw tree trunk]

intp: [leans against different tree, holding phone light in limp hand. sees something out of the corner of their eye] 😳 um entp...

entp: [can't hear because they're chainsawing and yell ranting] ugh! i will get infp a new tree if it kills me!! ahhh!!

intp: [seeing red and blue flashing lights through trees, coming up path] ummmmm, entp!!

entp: i almost got ittttt!! [chainsaw stutters and stops] NOOOOOO! ITS OUT FUCKING FUEL OHHHH MYYYY GODDDD! CAN THIS CHRISTMAS GET ANY WORSE!!

intp: ENTP!

entp: WHAT?!

[turns to see what intp is looking at, sees cop car pulling up and hears a quick whoop whoop 🚔🚨]

entp: son of bitch.

[cop gets out of car]

cop: you two wouldn't be trying to cut down a tree out here would ya?

entp: [throws chainsaw to their left]

intp: *nervous laugh* ahaha nooo officer, definitely not because- because that would be um- illegal. and- and- and we're good law abiding tax paying... um Seahawks fans. go boys in blue huh..?

entp: 😬

cop: 😐 mmmhmm. because it looks like it's got some chainsaw gashes, also i saw your friend there throw a chainsaw over there... also i can see the chainsaw... they're not very good at throwing huh?

entp: ok, you try and throw that thing it's really heavy.

cop: right well since the tree is still up i'm gonna let you two off with a hefty fine... each. [starts to write on pad]

intp: wooo ok, thank you officer.🙏

entp: [whispers to intp] phew, good thing the chainsaw ran out gas, i was just about to timber that mother fucker, *snicker*

intp: [whispers back] aha, ugh i know right, [weird voice] that coulda been badddd *snickers*

[hear wood creaking. tree timber's behind them]

cop: [looks up slowly] 🤨

entp: 😐

intp: is there... any chance you... didn't see that? 🤔

cop: 😠

intp: 🤓

entp: fuck. me.

to be continued...

[mr-walkingrainbow]

Anonymous here again LOL I can't bring myself for some reason to use my actual account apparently the internet makes me shy in the presence of phenomenal people I have literally devoured like 98% of the overwitch/abimel fanfiction out there so yes both you and @transmazikeen are phenomenal writers I just vibe with your somewhat more. Plus I love your headcannon use of an autistic Abi. Mainly because it seems like it could be legit and also having ADHD and I'm pretty sure at least one other undiagnosed neurodivergency you don't see that type of thing represented enough nor is accurately as y'all do.

Ahhhhh nooo it’s ok Aye-Non! No pressure! I love you account or no account! the only reason I’d like it more if you used your real account was then I could spam your inbox and messages witch a whole heck of Abimel theories, rants, and fanfic ideas and sneak peeks! (Lol that’s basically what I already do to @transmazikeen and @gracepierce they can vouch for that)

AWWW I SWEAR YOUR ABOUT TO MAKE ME GAY CRYYYYYYY! ❤️😭❤️ You little adorable cupcake bean SWEETIE ANGEL! Ahahaha well if my shitty memory serves me correct, I think it was actually @transmazikeen who first HC Abby as Autistic? And then I kinda jumped on train and promptly crashed it, ergo going completely off the rails and using it in every single fanfic till that fateful day! I’m autistic myself, so thats why it might be more relatable? I base it off real life experience! Ahaha I ALSO have ADHD so I guess we’re both just mentally screwed like 24/7 😂😂😂 but seriously you so sosososo sweet, I once again never thought I’d have someone who’d love my fanfics the most. (though I did a number count and I think I’ve written more Overwitch fanfics then anyone on Ao3? Like so far I think 13-14? And consid theirs 68, that’s like at least 1/6 or something. Idk I suck at math give me a break if I’m wrong.)

but YEAH, SERIOUSLY! Your absoluteLY the best and you just made my day sosososo happy! I’m about to go answer your other ask right now!!!