#without the k pfff

[ajarofpickledtears]

focus on the positive things

tomorrow I get off work at 3, and even with stopping by the pharmacy might get home around 4

getting up early sucks when I look at the clock and it's 5 am BUT when I am up, I'm up and awake and ready to go

earlier home means more of the day ok

[punsmaster69]

21/FEB/20XX

the gist of the situation is...

my bro and i were talking about me and tori's deal (which he finally let me explain) and his own thing, with mtt.

which is all good and well.

if it weren't for the fact that the convo somehow lasted all night.

yeah, the..

the entire thing.

there's a lot to say, i guess.

i'm utterly exhausted, and the fact that he's still 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 the house at this time tells me that even an energetic skeleton like himself didn't take to a spontaneous all-nighter very well either.

my suggestion to sleep all day to make up for it was met with an immediate and flat

"NO."

"EVEN IF I'M NOT OUT AND ABOUT FOR THE DAY, I STILL HAVE SOME AMBASSADOR DUTIES TO BE AWAKE FOR."

"like?"

" LIKE..."

papyrus reached down and grabbed his bag, which usually resides beside the front door. he turned it upside down and dumped out three boxes of pens, one box of pencils, a small white dog, a latched folder, two sheets of stickers, and a handful of butterscotch candies.

with one sweeping motion, everything (minus the dog and folder) was scooped back into his bag. papyrus sighed and tugged open the folder's latch to mull over the pages inside.

"DUTIES LIKE PAPERWORK."

papyrus sat cross-legged on the spot. twirling a pen and stopping it by clicking the end, he sighed and rolled the sleeves of his sweater.

i dropped onto the floor beside him, cross-legged as well, and pushed up my sleeves.

"...?"

"i'm helpin'. half my fault you're tired for it, anyway."

"SURELY ENLISTING 𝘛𝘞𝘖 HARDLY-AWAKE SKELETONS WILL ENSURE THE FILLING OF THIS PAPERWORK IS OF THE HIGHEST QUALITY."

"pfff. alright, that sounds like an order o' two cups of coffee to me."

"how much sugar in yours?"

"YEAH."

i groaned and picked myself up off the floor.

" 'k."

"don't start the fun without me."

"I WOULDN'T DARE."

[xsezzie]

Kaveh no? Kaveh yes!

Apparently having a bad mental episode results in writing a fic for personal comfort? Anyway, Kaveh’s story has got me all messed up so I am letting him bully Alhaitham~

Warnings: It’s a tickle fic???

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“...”

“...”

Alhaitham and Kaveh sat next to each other on the couch, both staring. Today they both wanted to use this couch, and after an argument they simultaneously sat down in a huff, trying to move the other… or seeing who breaks first.

“Move, Kaveh.”

“No, YOU move!”

Kaveh was trying the elbow tactic, painfully jamming his elbow into Alhaitham’s ribs, earning a wince from the scribe. His efforts were mostly in vain as Alhaitham is built like a rock. Even when he started to use his entire body to try and shove his roommate, Alhaitham managed to stay in his spot.

“Stop… being… a child!” Kaveh grunted in between shoves.

“Oh, I am the child now? You’re the one who is trying to get physical with me…”

The Scribe pulled out a book from his pouch and began reading it, as if his roommate was not trying to push him. This only angered Kaveh more, “Seriously!? Just… UGH! Alhaitham come on!”

Alhaitham was secretly biting the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from smiling, he turned on his earpieces and sat as peacefully as he could while the blond’s hands made contact with his shoulder and back, it was even starting to feel a little relaxing. That was until he felt Kaveh’s nails crawling at his side.

“Ah!!” The younger man jumped and made a squeaking sound, turning to look at the perpetrator with a faint blush across his face.

“Haha! What was that noise!? Do that again!” Kaveh reached to skitter his fingers along Alhaitham’s side again but the scribe gripped his wrist.

“Don’t… Kaveh…” He warned, trying to glare at him through his pink face.

“Don’t.. What~?” The architect smirked.

“Tickle me… it’s immature…”

“Tickle you? Sure!” Kaveh beamed as his other hand moved in and scribbled Alhaitham’s toned stomach. 

“NO! K-Kaveh- that’s not what I m-meheheheant!!!” 

“Oh? The great scribe can’t even avoid that simple trick huh? Time to punish you for all the annoying things you do!” 

Kaveh went to town on his younger friends' sides and ribs, causing Alhaitham to squirm and let out strained laughter, he was trying his best to hold it in. The book was eventually thrown to the floor so that Alhaitham could fend himself better, though once Kaveh’s more nimble fingers got into his armpits he lost it.

“Ahh!! Hahaha!! K-Kaveh s-stahahahap!!!”

“No way I am stopping! You’re laughing! I never see you laugh! Tickle tickle tickle~!” The blond began teasing which made Alhaitham want to crawl into a hole somewhere. His face turned redder and he couldn’t remove his senior’s hands from his armpits without risk of them being dug in further. Eventually he decided in his ticklish state that perhaps trying to endure this until Kaveh gets bored will be the… more rational option…

“Pfff- gahahaha!!! P-Please… Kaveh quihihit it!!”

“Begging!? Now this is not Alhaitham… who are you!? What have you done with Alhaitham!?”

Kaveh moved his hands and dug his fingers into Alhaitham’s hips, causing him to buck and launch himself off the couch onto the floor.

“Hah! Now that was quite the reaction…” 

“D-Don’t… Don’t even think about i-ihihihihitt!!!!” 

The giggles started again as Kaveh jumped on top of him and began tickling again. He was sitting far enough up Alhaitham’s torso so that his hips were exposed and Kaveh only had to reach behind him to squeeze them. All the scribe could do was throw his head back in embarrassed laughter and squirm.

“Kaveehehehehh!!! Get of mehehehehee!!! I swear… you are… hahahah!!!”

Kaveh relished this new side of Alhaitham he was seeing. His flustered face and deep hoarse laughter was a sight and sound to behold. It almost seemed like he wasn’t making much of an effort to stop him…

“Alhaitham… are you… enjoying this?” Kaveh smirked down at his roommate, “You could easily throw me off, why aren’t you?”

Alhaitham paused for a moment, calming down before his face went back to its usual stoic look, albeit just a bit pink.

“I wouldn’t want to bruise your old and fragile body.”

“What!? Excuse me!? You’re dead to me now!”

Alhaitham tried to grab Kaveh’s hands but he wasn’t fast enough, the blond slid his fingers into his armpits, prodding and scratching softly. This was enough to send the scribe into hysterics.

“HAHA! KAVEH NOHOHOHOO!!!”

“Haha! Kaveh yes! This is what you get, you annoying brat!”

Alhaitham kicked and squirmed under Kaveh, he resigned himself to his current fate and allowed himself to laugh freely, this delighted the architect who continued to try various spots on his body.

“Ahh, this power… not so strong now are you!? Hahaha!” Kaveh switched to scribbling his stomach again, feeling the muscles twitch beneath his fingers, “There is something amusing about seeing you like this Alhaitham… I can’t quite put my fingers on it~” He begins to spider along his lower belly as he says this, causing the younger man to squeak.

“Gyah!! N-Nohohohoo!!” Alhaitham decides he has had enough and squirms enough to knock Kaveh off him at this point, crawling backwards away from his attacker, he started rubbing his lower belly trying to get rid of the ticklish sensations.

“Is this… what victory feels like? I shall bask in it!” Kaveh teased.

The Scribe couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle, there was something nice about seeing his former friend enjoying himself. He realised what he was thinking and quickly snapped out of it, the usual stoic scowl on his face wasn’t as strong when he’s all flustered however. 

“Enjoy the feeling while it lasts, which will be about ten seconds…”

Kaveh paused in his teasing and stood with wide eyes, “Huh? What do you mean ten seconds? Wh- no no no wahahahait!!!”

[sweettoothvn]

Ahem

Nobles nsfw alphabet when? *coughs*SHESSOFINEEEOHMYGOOOOOD*coughs*

PFFF??? Aight NSFW UNDER CUT

A = Noble tends to make sure you're clean and relaxed when you're finished. If you're sore she'll massage any part of you if need be. She wants to make sure you're taken care of and that you know your loved (especially if you're just as kinky as him and have an INTENSE session,,)

B = Noble's ears are particularly sensitive. Their favorite part of their partners would have to be the lower region, specifically love handles and butt. Noble loves the squish!

C = They're not one to spit that's for sure. They're definitely swallowing. One of their favorite things to do is back shots as well~

D = When in their gilvan form they don't mind if you pull their tail. Also they have a degradation kink.

E = A lot. Noble is pretty familiar with most body types as he does have a big body count. He's also familiar with dom and sub as he is a switch.

F = Anything close and intimate where he gets to see her S/O's face. So that would be mating press or missionary. However she does like doggy style on occasion.

G = He definitely gets into the mood. He'll play any part you want him to and make sure he's delivering it well.

H = Clean shaven

I = Will constantly compliment and assure you if you're insecure about something. He's very guiding too if you're not sure (for example giving head, he'll give advice)

J = Why are some of your clothes missing? Don't worry about it. Maybe you shouldn't let Noble do the laundry for a while though.

K = Dear god where do we start- okay. I'm probably gonna forget some. Degradation (on him), Sadomasochism, Shibari (both ways), Pegging (on him), Hair pulling (both ways), Wax play (both ways), Blood Play (both ways), Biting, Orgasm Denial (on S/O), Dirty Talk, Voyeurism, Asphyxiation, Gagging, Humiliation, Servant (him being the servant), Exhibitionism, Prey/Predator (him being the predator), Non-Con (you have to have a deep discussion with him before this!), Experimentalist, he's into whatever you're into basically.

L = Kitchen :)

M = I dunno you breathing i guess, he's kind of horny all the time.

N = Ageplay, Scat, Vomit, Gore, Watersports, Foot fetish, Armpit fetish, certain aspects of food play (putting food inside other holes that aren't your mouth)

O = He prefers giving oral, hence why he got a tongue piercing. But he doesnt mind receiving head either

P = Without telling her what kind of pace you like (unless you're a virgin, she'll start slow then speed up) she's more on the aggressive side. However there will be a few days where she takes her time to admire you... and also watch you squirm.

Q = They don't mind quickies, if you ask they'll do it. They would just prefer to take their time with you. In private or not, they don't care-

R = Definitely into experimenting.

S = They can go a lot of rounds that's for sure, their stamina matching that as well.

T = He definitely has a lot of toys that's for sure. He usually just buys them while day dreaming about using them on his crush or S/O without knowing whether or not he'll actually use it.

U = Huge tease, however if you aren't in the mood for it she'll quickly back off.

V = Generally speaking, they're not too loud as they've perfected masturbating while staying quiet for uh... certain reasons.. but if you want them to be loud they'll oblige.

W = Will become extremely clingy after your first time with her

X = In human form she's got a few moles and stretch marks but in half-gilvan form she has numerous light markings on her sides, arms, stomach, face, and legs! Also, since Noble is intersex they have both male and female genitalia, however she is very flat chested. Also almost no ass.

Y = Their sex drive is too high, they need help

Z = It will take them a while to fall asleep after as they're so giddy from the experience. However if you go a bunch of rounds they'll pass out pretty fast.

[ottokaji-vixx]

my favourite title tracks of 2017 [part 1]

[catnippackets]

Can I just pop by and say that, hopefully without sounding weird, that I love you (platonically) as much as an impersonal stranger on the internet can? Like, every time you show up on my dash it fills me with a such a positive and pleasant feeling that I’m left smiling for five minutes after. Like, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, but you can still have a positive impact even in spite of grand distances in a world so cruel, just by existing.

I just hope you know that you fill some people’s heart’s with joy. This is all a long way of me saying that I absolutely adore the vibe you give off, and a c k… I’m gonna stop now before I sound like I’m trying to hard, or god forbid too creepy, sorry in advance btw pfff I just hope you’re having an amazing day, wherever you are

Sending Positive vibes!

AWW YOU'RE A SWEETHEART <3 <3 <3 thank you so much!!! I love to know that I'm accidentally impacting strangers' lives positively haha <3 I hope you're having an amazing day too!!!

[pacificwaternymph]

Alright, saw this image and just thought it was how Xornoth would react to the shope just, disappearing somehow, in the k!xornoth au

*shope vanishes from existence somehow*

Shelby:.....well...that's probably fine-

Xornoth grumpily:....you can't own shit in the evermoore without it vanishing

@kelp-my-beloved made it btw

PFFF PLEASE THIS IS AMAZING

It fits them both perfectly. Shelby's stuck halfway between freaking out and trying to ignore it while Xornoth is so used to this shit he doesn't even flinch anymore. They're not scared, just mildly irritated. And he spent so long on that last batch of potions, too...

[perianth-nixie]

-Hey! I have a question! -Hmm? Feel free. -Why you so small? -I would like to know too...

Hello, my ugly handwriting. ‘Good’ drawing skill doesn't mean you have nice handwriting, k?

Eva meets Sundance after a big argument with her guardian Iberis-3. She left him and stay at the Tower with other ghosts without guardians and the Speaker. (That’s why she didn’t have her little pink mark an the shell). 

I think Sundance seen a lot of different ghost at her long life with her guardian and hunter-trio. Different shells, different personalities and skills, probably even shapes but not this size. (XS size pfff). Because I know Sundance has a similar personality to Cayde I wouldn't be surprised if she just comes to Eva and asks her about this at some beautiful day in the Tower.

Eva get used to this stupid question, sometimes just has this enough. The Traveler created her like this and that’s all. (But persistent thoughts that she is faulty are always there.)

Are they get along after this? I think yes. Sundance very often comes to see Eva when she was still at the Tower and later without problem recognized her at Nessus when she and Iberis-3 had come to save Cayde’s butt on the Nessus. (For my not followers - Iberis-3 at my Destiny AU is the 2nd Young Wolf. The 1st one - Scilla-7 had died when tried to stoped Ghaul at the cutscene where the guardian falling from the battleship. She and her ghost didn't survive the falling...).

In the conclusion - Eva and Sundance know each other along before The Red War campaign. Somehow Sundance was one of those who convinced Eva to again find and back to her guardian. Sundance didn't even know it but like we know Sundance adored Cayde-6 so I think she used to speak a lot about him, about the positive things and bad days too so It had an effect on Eva somehow.

That’s all. I don’t know how to nice end this text so thank you for reading if you did this.

[waokevale]

Slight panic attack,

Porcelain Face - Chapter 5

WARNING: Lilo&Stitch 2 spoilers (If you haven't watched it before)

-"So how about we go inside? Have you ever been to a porcelain store before, paper-boy?"

The guy in grey apron asked as the three of them walked into the warehouse of the shop.

-"Nope, and if you want to talk to me with a nickname it's actually cardboard boy." Virgil replied.

-"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, what's your name by the way?" The guy asked, a little nervously from the awkwardness of this conversation so far.

-"Its Virgil" The cardboard boy replied.

-"That's a lovely name you got there kiddo! I'm Patton! I'm the son of the owner of this store, cool right?" The guy so-called Patton said in a cheerful tone.

-"Yeah, yeah. Skip it, that's amazing that you guys finally know each other now but haven't we brought Vee here for a reason???" Ethan rolled his eyes.

-"Ooooh! Yeah! Explanations!" Patton finally replied.

-"Not ALL of the explanations, Pat." - the porcelain boy raised his voice a little with stress and worry.

The older one nodded quickly.

-"Soo.....Do you want to know about your mask?"

Virgil and Ethan both looked questionably at him.

Virgil's expression on his cardboard face obviously said that he indeed wanted to know more about it and the other boy was just waiting for the bomb to explode.

-"Well...I know it's magic but I don't know exactly where it came from, hehe...." Patton laughed nervously, scratching his cheek.

Ethan facepalmed his head then, Virgil though looked pretty confused and disappointed.

-"Guess we're staying here for the rest of the school time...right?" Virgil said, wanting to change the subject, what's the point of asking questions anyway if they won't tell you the answers.

-"Oh no no no! You're not staying in THIS place.

It's only for fixing Dee over here." he said pointing at the porcelain boy

"How about going to the cafe?" Patton suggested getting a glare from the porcelain boy for the nickname that was used in front of Virgil again.

-"You change your mind pretty quickly."the cardboard boy said.

-"Not wanting to be rude of course."

-"Nah, you're not.

He's just like this confused mom friend even if he declares himself a dad" Ethan simply said making the usually bubbly person huff in annoyance before smiling again and saying:

-"Welp, I may act like that sometimes but I do not have a feminine face like you, dear cousin." The older boy smirked as the younger one with heterochromia gasped offended.

-"That's not my fault! Let's just go to the cafe!"

Virgil giggled at their funny relationship, they got along pretty well. 

It was a shame for him to be honest to not have any cousins or siblings....It felt so...lonely.

After they appeared at their destination Patton asked the boys what they wanted to get, since he was the one to buy the stuff.

Virgil wanted to deny but he looked at Ethan instead remembering he didn't eat.

Apparently Ethan forgot for a second as well before getting "angry" again.

-"I can't- You bastard! How dare you Patton?! Right in my face?" The porcelain boy exclaimed as both of them knew what he was talking about, they both laughed. 

-"Your loss. Virgil will get your food then!" Patton simply said as Ethan crossed his arms, pretty pissed off at his miserable non-human being.

-"No, no I don't-"

Virgil tried explaining as Patton gasped before heading closer to the boy and whispering:

-"Please don't tell me you don't eat too."

-"No, it's just I don't want to inpose, please-" Virgil tried saying but Patton kept nagging him until he finally sighed in defeat and agreed.

As Patton went to buy the food and drinks there for a moment was  silence between the two of the other boys until Ethan finally spoke up.

-"Sooo...You're really not ashamed of me being...you know?" He asked as the other boy shook his head pretty fast it could even fall of his neck.

-"No! Of course not! You're wonderful!" He tried defending the other who smiled softly at him.

-"Are you busy tonight?" The porcelain boy asked.

-"N-no? Why do you ask?" Virgil said.

-"Then I'm inviting you over! You can finally meet my queer-platonic mums!" He said exitedly before flushing in embarrassment for saying it out loud."

-"R-Really? They won't mind?" Virgil asked again, a little more shy this time but still with hope in his voice.

-"No, but there is another problem with them that you need to just ignore..."

-"What???" Virgil became a ball of confusion at this moment.

-"They ugh....Think we are a couple? How do you say it....They...ship us?"

-"What???? And why would I be a bout-" Virgil asked with an inside joke.

-"Well, it's not exactly a bout...."

-"I know what it means, dummy. I'm just playing with you to make it sound less awkward."

-"Well, that didn't help-" As Ethan was in his mid sentence he got cut off by Patton who just came back with the food."

-"DA FOOD IS HERE!" Patton happily exclaimed.

With that sentence The boy in vitligo did some hand gestures to Patton, probably the sign language as the boy in glasses glared at him and used the sign gestures back.

Ethan: "F-U-C-K O-F-F P-A-T" 

Patton:"L-A-N-G-U-A-G-E" 

-"What were you saying????" Virgil asked but instead of answering Ethan took the muffin from Patton's plate who clearly yelled at him as he  shoved it in Virgil's face.

Unfortunately it didn't go through his mask as it was intended to.

Instead it made Virgil very uncomfortable.

-"Guess it broke, huh?" Ethan said.

-"I'll eat it later you idiot! Don't shove it in my mouth here if I can't eat it!" Now Virgil was really pissed at the other boy who now tried to apologize to him the best he could.

And it finally worked.

-"How about we go to Dee's house?" Patton suggested.

-"I already asked him that before, he agreed."

-"Yey!" Patton replied still as happy as ever.

-"But I need to get my things first-" Virgil said worriedly.

-"Oh right!" The both of them said in unison.

As Patton drove him off to his house to get his things.

His parents weren't home as usual....

After 10 bare minutes of packing he came back and popped in the car next to apparently Dee.

-"Why aren't you sitting next to Patton in the front sit?" Virgil asked curiously for why the other boy was sitting here when there was an empty sit in the front.

-"He knows why." Patton exclaimed rolling his eyes as Ethan stuck his tongue out at him.

-"Okay then..." The cardboard boy awkwardly replied.

After 10 minutes of driving or so, because Patton couldn't drive faster that 50mph.

[Ethan always woke up pretty early and run 5 km like it was nothing]

When they finally arrived Ethan went to knock on the door as he said:

"Mom C! Mamma D! I'm brought Pat and Virgil home!"

-"Pfff..Mom C, Mamma D?" Virgil said

-"Shut up" Ethan replied as two woman in the age of 30 or close came to the door.

One had light curly hair dyed the color red and as the author would describe African eyes as they were green with a big patch of hazel in the middle.

She also appeared to have a lot of freckles on her face.

She as well as Patton wore an apron but not for painting though as for cooking.

The other one looked more tomboy like, one could say.

She had pretty short but not too short dirty blonde hair, torquise eyes and a literal face of a duck.

She wore a black hoodie and stripped shirt under it, also having trainers and ripped jeans.

-"How's our not-born-from-either-of-us gay son doing?" They both said in unison as he sighed, Patton though giggled and Virgil just rolled his cardboard eyes playfully.

-"Ooooh! Is this your boyfriend you've been talking about?" Mamma D (Dominique) said.

-WHA-NO! HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND MOM!"

Ethan yelled, his face being the color of a tomato at least.

-"Not yet" Mom C (Caroline) said looking at a wall and winking to it. 

[She breaks da fourth wall]

-"God..." Dee whined tiredly.

-"Auntie Caroline and Dominique are funny aren't they?" Patton exclaimed.

-"Um....." Virgil was almost silent, as he as well as Dee blushed madly.

-"Anyways, we are going to my room, what's for dinner?" Dee asked, not caring that he himself didn't eat, since the other two on the other hand did.

-"Mac n Cheese!" Dominique yelled.

-"Mmmm, my favorite!" Patton happily cheered.

-"God, I wish I could eat....It always looks so good..." The porcelain boy mumbled not expecting the comforting pat on the back from his hooded friend in the mask.

-"It's fine, though. I'm used to this torture." The boy exclaimed this time louder.

There was a moment of silence before Ethan asked both of them:

-"Hey guys, what do you want to play?" He said pointing at a giant stock of board and video games.

-"Jenga!" Patton exclaimed

-"Monopoly..?" Virgil said unsurely.

-"Virgie NOOOO I don't want to lose you!" Ethan whined holding the paperboy's hands with the pleading yet fake sadness on his face pretending to be dramatic again making the smaller one giggle.

-"Aww you guys are cute." Patton said, adoring the other two who flushed and moved away a few inches.

After some time of playing board games like dungeons and dragons, Jenga, Uno and Hot Patt-tato they were loosing up for a movie.

-"Oh, oh! Let's watch Bolt!" Patton yelled exitedly.

-"I'd rather watch Jungle Book, It's more classic." Dee criticized

-"What about...Lilo & Stitch?" Virgil suggested, still pretty shy though.

-"which part? I have all four, plus the series." Dee exclaimed.

-"Um....Maybe the second one?" Virgil said.

-"Okay then..."

When the dinner was finally ready they all stopped the movie to eat, except Ethan who didn't want to wait for them here and later getting teased on by Dominique and Caroline, Dee left, offended and flustered, then Virgil and finally Patton.

They got to the part in which Stitch couldn't control himself anymore and screwed stuff up, him and Lilo had a fight and later on Lilo went to play a role without him as he was even more broken.

This scene made them all sob, but not as much as when Stitch was put into the fixing machine as everyone thought it was too late for him.

Now they all fully cried. What was the most surprising was that it wasn't Patton who cried the most at the scene but Virgil. 

Both Ethan and Patton tried to comfort him after watching the part.

Though there was happy ending so nothing really bad then..

-"Virgie, why did you pick a movie which would make you cry so much?" Ethan asked worriedly.

-"I just...wanted to see this part again...For some reason.."

-"Okay then..." The boy in vitligo signed.

-"Oh! Son, it was very nice to meet you and I'd be glad to adopt you as my own." Patton said with a loving stare at the masked boy.

-"Ummm....What?" Virgil asked, pretty confused now.

-"Shh..You're my baby now."

-"...Eth?" Virgil tried asking for help but none came since Ethan just gave the "shrug it off" motion.

After some time of eating snacks and talking, the porcelain boy checked the hour.

-"Oh shit we should probably go to sleep, guys."

-"Language, Dee." Patton rolled his eyes tiredly.

-"But it's only 2 AM in the morning?" Virgil asked as the other two gave him an unbelieving stare which made him regret saying this out loud.

-"Bed. Now" both of them said at the same time.

-"Nooooo" Virgil whined as he was being pulled by them to bed.

-"But my Tumblr-" he tried defending himself but for no use.

-"It won't fly away. Now sleep!" Ethan said in a worrying yet stern voice.

-"Um...I sort of have problems with that."

-"Shouldn't you put your mask away first? It's probably hurting your face no-" Patton asked yet being cut off by the younger boy in the cardboard mask.

-"NO!" Virgil yelled but put his hands to his mouth and gasped at his sudden outburst.

-"I'm so sorry, I- I didn't mean to-" he cried as Ethan came closer to him.

-"It's not your fault, it happens sometimes to every one of us. 

Now do you want me to sing you a song? Maybe it will help you sleep, I don't know...."

The smaller boy nodded without any hesitation even to his own surprise making Ethan chuckle a little as he began to sing Welcome to Wonderland by Anson Seabra.

Which actually worked as his wonderful siren like voice lulled the cardboard boy to sleep.

They both then fell asleep on the porcelain boy's bed as Patton just signed, peacefully this time and went to the living room.

.

.

.

.

.

-"VIRGIL WAKE UP, WE OVERSLEPT!" The voice broke the amazing silence as the boy in the bed hissed lazily not caring.

-"Virgil please, we need to go! Or I'm taking your mask off." Ethan fake-threatend.

Virgil then suddenly flicked from the bed "energized as ever"

Or rather anxious as ever.

As they both sat in the car and run as fast as they could to the classroom...

And there was a new student.

[snowmanmelting]

"You're such an embarrassment" (not you it's the prompt i think you're pretty cool)

AY you think I'm cool THANK U :')

'K so I guess you're a pal from the Frozen fandom bc no one asked me from a prompt till now. So this will be from there. also if we take out Vocaloid I haven't really written any original content since like 2010

I wanted half the fandom to hate me and make this EA from the snippet I wrote where Anna had the Pew Pew pointed at Elsa and she was like :)! But I couldn't make it fit anywhere, so, behold! HansAnna Hanna or however it's called lol.

I hope I was able to meet your expectations :)! Feel free to send me more if you want, this is good writing exercise for me (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

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“You aren’t thinking of buying that, are you?”

To a stranger’s ears the tone would have made them think it was a joke. Those light, typical playful comments that both couples and good friends used to make. Nothing to get offended or defensive about (Anna tended to do that sometimes, she could admit it) and, truth to be told, it did sound as such.

However, Anna knew Hans enough to recognize the slight shift in tone between a real joke and disguised judgement. That almost condescending “are you?”, the half smile and that blink-and-you-miss-it up and down of green eyes were a dead giveaway, in this case. 

You’re such an embarrassment, Anna, was the true meaning behind those words.

“Pfff! Of course not,” she played along, making her best for her voice to sound as inofensive as the unicorn plush she held in her hands. “I just think it's cute, that's all.”

Half a meter of lilac and pink cuteness to cuddle with when you remembered how much you would like to have a pet but your apartment had a strict no-pet policy. Or when she had a horrible day and needed to indulge in the comfort of her childhood, or just because she wanted to hug something warm and Hans had his back turned on her.

“It’s an oval with legs.”

With a small eye roll, Anna put it back in the pile of stuffed animals along with more unicorns, bears, frogs, and ducks. Children’s Day was around the corner, so several islands with pyramids of toys were arranged all over the main hall of the supermarket, discount posters hanging like pennants everywhere.

“That adds to its charm, I guess. Kids like things like this.”

Was it her fault this place had good marketing strategies and she ended up considering buying a stuffed animal rather than keep walking to the shampoo aisle? Anna wasn’t going to, but it was the thought that counted, right? Hans wouldn’t like that idea, though. He never liked the idea of Anna decorating the bed with childish plushies. Real adults had boring black comforters to match their seriousness and maturity as human beings that paid the bills every month and worked from 9 to 6.

(Even if that comforter was super warm for this cold weather and Anna loved snuggling under it).

Maybe she could ask Elsa to buy it for her and keep it at her house for when Anna visited?

“Whatever, let’s get going,” he placed a hand on her lower back and pushed on their mini shopping cart. “This place is crowded and we don't have time to be fooling around.”

Anna bit back an answer. When she asked him to help with the house chores, that didn’t necessarily mean coming along to buying groceries when they clearly had different ways of shopping. Hans liked to go X section, grab specific Y item from Z shelf and move on to the next one on the list as quickly as possible. Anna took time to consider the available choices, check prices and get the best option. Yes, they had a car now, and yes, taking a taxi was kind of expensive lately, but still. 

Have you realised that you’re always the one who has to adapt to the situation? Her sister’s words echoed in her head. They had that conversation (a real one, without Elsa nervously trying to explain her point like a mother too afraid to tell her child Santa didn't exist) a month ago, yet that question never left her. Popping up more and more often in moments like this. 

It was expected, right? To adapt to situations or do things the way you didn't like once or twice for the other person. To do sacrifices for the relationship as a whole thing that's built between two people.

Perhaps Elsa's phrases and lists and charts were starting to get to her head.

"Anna, are you even listening?"

She blinked, suddenly coming back to reality, "Uh, yes, sorry."

Perhaps her sister was right. 

[glitchyp1xels]

This is a cheesy fanfic for the Lethal Event by djstandsfordeadjockey... It takes place after the comics I drew....

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It's been hours, possibly days since Eden and Kruller hid in his office. "H-how long do you think we'll have to stay in here?" Eden asked with a hint of shakiness in her voice. Kruller looked at her, his eyes a mix of fear and sadness, though it was hard to see it through his aviator sunglasses. "I'm not sure... Hopefully not much longer..." He was silent for a moment, listening for sounds. "It's been quiet for a while now. I should check to see if anyone needs help..." His voice quivered, and Eden knew he was terrified, seeing right through the brave act. As he rose from his position, Eden grabbed his arm. "W-wait! What if you get infected too?!? Krulls, I don't know what I'd do without you..." Tears were forming in the corners of her purple eyes.

Kruller immediately floated back down beside her, trying to comfort her. "Hey... Hey, sweetheart... It'll be okay, no crying, alright?" He takes her hands, looking into her eyes. "I promise I'll be back... I'm just going to look around the shops for a sec. If I see anything dangerous, I'm out of there!" He looked to the side sheepishly, "I mean, you know me, right? Afraid of my own shadow sometimes, heh heh..." At that, she was able to stop the tears from falling, giggling a bit. "Yeah, but you're MY big scaredy baby..." She said, blushing. "And you're MY little donut! With sprinkles!" Kruller responded, blushing equally as hard.

"Just, please come back quickly... And be careful..." He nodded, letting go of her hands and floating towards the door. "I'll be back in a jif!" And with that, he crept out the door, flashlight in hand.

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A few tense minutes passed, and suddenly a loud shout of "OH SWEET MERCY!" rang out, making Eden jump in alarm. She was juuuuust about to go out the door to check on him, when he burst through the door, panting. "K-Kruller, WHAT HAPPENED?!" She practically screamed. He tried to regain his composure, taking a few steadying breaths. "Just...Just got scared by a mouse in the vending machine..." He managed to get out through heavy breaths. Eden paused, a blank stare on her face... Then laughter ensued.

"Pfff-You-you made me think something horrible happened!" She got out through giggles. "S-sorry for laughing..." She nervously looked away, covering her smiling face. Finally recovering, Kruller put on a mock-offended tone to his voice, "Hey! That mouse was like, the size of a car!" He said, pretending to pout. Eden floated over to him, hugging him and breathing a sigh of relief. "I'm just glad you're okay..." He returned the hug "Me too..." He mumbled under his breath. Pulling away, he said "I didn't see anyone else on this floor... Either everyone has our idea, or..." He gulped at this, "...They've been infected..." Eden looked nervous at this as well. A silence fell over the two of them. They both floated back toward their hiding place, hands clasped together. They were prepared to wait this out for as long as they needed.

[thalmage]

What is Anduin’s tax policy aka there should have been a wind down expansion between BFA and Shadowlands

To say that the way things are left at the end of BFA are....not good would be an understatement. The expansion started with three of the core playable races being rendered homeless (for the second time in the Worgen’s case. Also, yes I’m still pissed at Blizzard for giving the continuation of the Worgen starting story to the opposite faction, leaving us in the dirt, waiting for like 6 years to actually participate in our own plot, but that’s something for later.)

Now that 8.3 is upon us and with Ion going: there are no plans for 8.3.5 currently; the plot jump can feel a bit jarring. When you jump from plot thread to plot thread without stopping to breathe and take in wtf just happened, the audience risks being exhausted. Ironically, despite WoW’s plot being written that way, players do have time to take in and process wtf just happened due to the way content is spaced. So it leaves WoW players in a place of: “well I want to actually have catharsis for the BFA stuff, but we’re getting pulled into the underworld. 

So, I’d like to imagine what questions and themes would need to be answered and explored, if we had gotten another expac, like Cata 2.0 between BFA and Mannimarco causing the Planemeld , erm sorry, wrong game, I mean Solas tearing down the Fade, wait no......dang it! What is it with elves and sky holes anyway? Ahem...Sylvanas opening the way into the afterlife. I’m gonna focus on Alliance races only cause...bias.

TLDR: I basically want Dany’s A Dance with Dragons chapters as a whole expansion. Also less Sky Hole Making Elves and more Grumpy Canine Symbolism Men.

1) Humans

Basically where BFA leaves us at, Stormwind has a problem. A big one. Basically it’s host to refugees from another kingdom and an island nation. So, if Blizzard were to be generous and exonerates Saurfang and other folk from the whole accessory to genocide thing lessens the blow caused by the Burning and say, over 90% of the Night Elf and Worgen population surived, Stormwind would still be dealign with an overpopulaton problem. 

Gilneas is basically schrodinger’s kingdom, blighted beyond repair, host to Forsaken refugees, and controlled by the Alliance, somehow all at the same time, so until we have a single definite answer, we’ll skip this talking point till we hit the Worgen section. While Night Elves won Darkshore, we know nothing of Ashenvale, and Darkshore seems too damaged to be a viable place to relocate a large civillian population. 

So, as George R.R. Martin once said: What is Aragorn’s Anduin’s tax policy? The refugee population is on his kingdom, thus it becomes his reponsability to take care of them. Thus we have to answer the following questions: 

1) How does he feed them? Are a part of the kingdom’s food supplies set aside for them? If so, what are the sociopolitical repercusions of such a thing? Are the nobles the ones eating less or the peasants? 

2) Where are they housed? Are there now Dragon Age style alienages being built? Is there a new law that dictates that Stormwind’s subjects have to house a certain number of now homeless victims of the Burning? Are they given land to settle on? Where? From whom? Nobles? The Church? (Does the Church even own land?)

3) How are the common folk handling the situation? We see during the 8.1 Leatherworking questline that some humans have taken advantage of the Night Elven refugees. Are there more cases like this? Do nobles see this as a chance to get their hands on indentured servants? Are there people trying to convert Night Elves to Light worship?

Night Elves

As mentioned in the section 3 of the Humans part, how the Night Elves are dealing with the situation should be explored further. 

1) How are the common Night Elves dealing with the situation, spiritually? Are there Night Elves that lost faith in Elune and actually converted to something else? How are they seen by their peers?

2) What about those still in the Cenarion Cirle? After Azeroth is healed, do they feel a need to aid their fellow Night Elves? Their actualy relatives in some cases? Or will helping them heal Darkshore be seen as a political act that puts the Circle’s neutrality in risk? Is Hyjal now Night Elf only land?

3) Is Ashenvale actually back in Night Elven hands? Mission table canonicity is dubious at best and....bad at its worst (Hellooooooo Warden Stillwater). Can the damage to Darkshore be cleansed at least? Can Blight be cleansed by Malfurion, or is it just a gameplay thing for the Warfront?

Worgen

Right, time for me to actually complain properly.

1)WTF is a Gilneas. Seriously, what’s its status? How much of it is actually habitable? Is it actually habitable? Will Gilneas be one of the last plot threads left open, dangled in front of us till WoW ends, only to be told nothing even then? 

2)If Gilneas is OK to go back to, see points 1 and 2 in the human section for Worgen-Night Elf relations if they can’t relocate to Kalimdor

3) How are Gilneans integrating? Seriously, all Cata era Worgen have been Night Elves in fursuits in terms of characterisation. We haven’t had actual Gilneas rep till Legion. Where’s the Gilnean industrialist scoffing at the Dwarven District, saying “Pfff. I can do soooo much better.” and builds his own factory? The Gilneans who treat the Worgen curse in the opposite way the Forsaken do theirs: ”Booohoo woe is me, I’m a monster. Look at me I’m gonna go and kill youfor calling me a moooonster, but it’s your fault so you made me do it, boohoo.” * sips tea and judges*

Gnomes

Like, so Mechagnomes are a thing now soooooo

1) Is Mechagon the new gnomish capital of the world? Like they have a single ruler, so it makes sense to have a singular place of central government, right? We can forget all the homeless Gnomes talk now, right?

2) Mechagnomes viewed body upgrades as a part of their social hierarchy. Do the still do so? Are there still Mechagnomes who see regular Gnomes as beneath them? Will mechanisation become an integral part of the future singular gnomish society?

Dwavres

1) So, there’s a Ragnaros cult trying to bring him back. That’s a thing. Shouldn’t it worry anyone else? No? Just me? K

2) Are the Dark Iron Dwarves rebuilding the old pre-Rag burns the land era cities and settlements?

Draenei

1) Will they actually rebuild now? Will Azuremyst finally be more that makeshift houses? Can Bloodmyst be cleased?

2) How many regular Draenei are into Lightforging? Gotta get the recruits from somewhere

Void Elves

1) How many are there? Seriously, just retcon their origins into being Umbric’s communist revolutionary sympathisers or something. Better than them being a group of 12 nerds on a rock.

[chanteya]

Dark Nights NSFW Headcanons - Blace

Another one…

This one might be fixed later like the others

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

- Blace and aftercare?

- Wrong doors.

- Joke, joke.

- Blace would anyway cuddle you

- … I dont know if i can call it aftercare, but he would still tease you a tiny bit. Using thhe fact you are overlysensitive is great chance for him no?

- Neck nibbles

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- Who knows

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

- Im not this disgusting to talk about cum

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- He secretly took few pictures of naked S/O during shower and stuff… he hides it well to not let it slip ;)  

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

- Who knows how long he lives really…

- Anyway i think he is inexperienced since nobody relaly walks up to him…

- Unless we assume he watched porno

- Or just reads books about sexuall education

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Who knows  

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

More likely serious, but he can be goofball during this…

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Do he have hair there?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

- Depends

- He can be romantic during this…

- but lets say the truth it doesnt fully suit Blace.

- Hes often not so romantic, he keeps his kind of loving aspect but… He shows it differently than normal person

- After all its Blace we are talking about

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

- 2 times in a week, rest times is making love with S/O

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

- Soft BDSM (He wouldnt hurt S/O at all except some small things…)

- Edging (cum denial)

- Master maid kink

- soft knife/any risk plays (even with gun where he can tell S/O there is bullet but it could be a lie to just have threaten her a bit. Danger play)

-for now thats everything i can think of

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

House.

Other than house?

Anywhere. ;)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

- S/O wearing something sexy

- S/O teasing him

- Dirty talk

- Soft but suggestive touches

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- Hardcore BDSM.

- Literally using electricity on S/O

- Weird and disgusting kinks

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

- Suprisingly he prefers to give…

- Just because of the t e a s e possibilities

- he likes to receive too

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

- Team rough. This one wont let you have a break or wont go easy on you. Its a wild ride

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

- He like to have quickie sometimes. It can happen anywhere, where they have a bit of alone time

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

- Blace may doesnt seem like it but he likes to risk sometimes. Depending on mood

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

- Long night before S/O before he will let her go.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

- Pfff of course he will have few toys. Use on S/O

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- Big tease energy

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

- He is a bit vocal but not loud enough to alarm neighbours

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

- He actually would choke S/O during the do.

- He also could be brutal with his moves. Slow and brutal but some kind of loving in it too… Well thats Blace S/O knew what she signs to.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Guess

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesnt fall asleep too soon. Enough time to tease S/O a bit talk and stuff ;) Eventually start another suprise round

[melodiouswhite]

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rewritten Ch. 05

(A/N: This one will be kinda violent, but without bloodshed.)

5. The not-quite-murder case Lady Summers was on one of her nightly walks, deep in thought. A few days earlier, a very upset Utterson had called her in the afternoon, reporting what a certain doctor had told him the previous evening. Now she wanted to lecture Dr. Jekyll more than ever. She liked to think of herself as an impartial and non-judgemental person, but with what she knew so far, it was hard not to be angry at the doctor, even though she had never met him personally. But instead of brooding over it, she had chosen to take a walk through the district at night. That was not something a lady did, but she was an eccentric. But tonight she had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, putting her on high alert. Just as she turned around the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks. 

There, only two yards away, an elderly gentleman was walking down the street. She recognised his silhouette as that of one of her friends, Sir Danvers Carew. That alone made her suspicious. What is Sir Carew doing out here at this hour? Then something else attracted her attention. From the other end of the street, a much smaller and younger man walked up, into Sir Carews – and her – direction. When he passed by a street lamb and the light briefly illuminated his face, even from afar, she recognised the visage of the man she remembered from Utterson's memories. There was something about him, something ominous, that prompted her to continue walking towards them in a much quicker pace. Now they were within the reach of her abilities. When she read Mr. Hyde's mind, she almost had a heart attack. By Apollo!!! So that's why Dr. Jekyll didn't want to tell Utterson what the matter was! As for Sir Carew, he was simply looking for directions to Mr. Utterson, whom he wanted to give a document. Mr. Hyde on the other hand … she could practically see the brooding anger and underlying murder intent, even twenty yards away. That prompted her to clutch the handle of her sword cane and start to run. And right in that moment, the two men met, Sir Carew bowed politely and said something to the younger man. Lady Summers saw the reaction coming, before it happened. She practically heard something snapping inside Mr. Hyde's mind, without even reading it. Then he swung his walking cane at Sir Carew, who managed to dodge this first strike, but not the next one. In the matter of a few seconds, Hyde had clubbed him to the earth and was about to beat him to death, when she reached them. In an instance, she had drawn her sword and was blocking the cane with the blunt edge of it. The young man's eyes widened. “What the–???” Sir Carew was quicker on the uptake. “Lady Summers!”, he cried, relief seeping through his voice. “Good evening, Sir Carew”, she said calmly, not taking her eyes off her opponent. “I trust that you can stand?” “Y-yes, I think so”, the old man stuttered and slowly got up, while the widow blocked Mr. Hyde's attempts to get past her and finish what he had started. “Good”, the Lady gritted her teeth, “To Mr. Utterson's office, go down the street, turn left, then at the next corner to the right into Gaunt Street. Hurry.” He mumbled a 'Thank you' and a 'Take care', before fleeing as quickly as his age allowed. She sighed with relief on the inside, then proceeded to frown at the young man she was fighting with. In contrast to his shoulder-long, unruly dark brown hair, his eyes were of such a venomous green that it hurt her own blue ones. He had dark rims under his eyes and was of a sickly pallor. “Glad to finally meet you in person, Mr. Hyde”, she greeted him nonchalantly, “Has no one told you that beating helpless old men to death is cowardly?” “Shut up”, he growled back. His voice was raspy and high-pitched. “Who are you anyway? And how do you know me?” She stepped back and smiled enigmatically. “I know everyone at the first glance. But in this case, someone has told me about you and described you to me.” “That doesn't answer my question!”, he snarled and swung his cane at her, which the blonde blocked with her sword. She shrugged: “Well, if you must know, I'm Lady Summers, I live nearby. Maybe you have seen my house before. The one with the white and dark blue facade?” Hyde thought for a second. “No … can't say I have.” She gritted her teeth again, as she struggled to hold back his walking cane with her own. He sure was strong for his stature – he was very thin and couldn't be any taller than she was. “Oh, but I'm sure you have, Mr. Hyde. Or should I say …” She bent forward, close to his face and whispered to him: “… Dr. Jekyll?” Mr. Hyde turned even paler than he already was. He swung his cane at her again, this time combined with a swing of his fist, which she dodged just in time. “How the hell do you know?”, he hissed. “What else do you know about me?” She avoided another swing, looking more nonchalant than she currently felt. “Pretty much everything”, she answered with a shrug. “And stop thinking these foul thoughts about me. I'm not a whore, I'm a grieving widow. Also, you couldn't kill me if I was bed-ridden with consumption.” He recoiled as if stung by an adder, looking at her as if she had grown a second head. “HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M THINKING?!”, he yelled. “First off, keep it down, it's the middle of the night. Also, you would neither like nor believe my answer to that”, she countered, then added: “That's a nice cane you have there. Ceylon ebony, isn't it? And what fine craftsmanship! Mr. Utterson must have paid a lot of money for it! But nothing is too expensive for your best friends, is it?” “The hell is wrong with you, you stupid–!“ He flushed with anger and struck again and this time grazed her shoulder, but nothing more. Of course her intention was to fire him up even more. Sure, it was dangerous to do that with someone like him, suicidal even. But she needed him to pour out all his frustration, to exhaust all of his rage, before someone else could fall a victim to it. She explained to the gasping man: “As for how I know what you're thinking – I can read minds.” He snorted: “Pfff! Sure!” She shook her head, sheathed her sword and leaned onto her cane to catch her breath. “No. How else could I know your secret? Or the fact that none of you two told anyone? Or the fact that this cane was a birthday present from Mr. Utterson to Dr. Jekyll?” “Impossible!”, Mr. Hyde insisted stubbornly. Lady Summers raised an eyebrow. “And splitting your own soul in two is not impossible?” To this Hyde could find no retort. Then he noticed that she was still settling down from the earlier struggle and smirked: “What's the matter, woman? Out of breath?” Her blue eyes were blazing as she leaned onto her sword cane. “Is that a challenge? Mr. Hyde, one doesn't simply challenge a Lady!” “Who cares. Get the hell out of my head!” She grinned sassily. “No.” He snarled and lifted his cane. “Are you looking for a fight, you bloody–“ Her sword cane blocked his normal one. Hyde blinked – when had the woman even moved? Fiercely she looked up to him from below and growled: “One rule you should always remember: never ask a Prussian if they're looking for a fight. En garde!” A sword, or rather, cane fight ensued. It was strangely exhilarating to fence with this strange widow. She was certainly well-trained, but he was quite sure, that not even the Prussians taught their daughters swordsmanship. He couldn't help but briefly wonder, why she was fighting him with her cane instead of the sword, why no one had called the police yet (surely someone had to see them or at least hear the noise!) and why she was indulging him in the first place. But he did feel the effect. Slowly the anger and aggression he had pent up in the last two months was dwindling and he found himself calmer than in a long time. He was impressed, even though she seemed to be in a lot of pain for some reason (which made this whole match even more exciting), she easily kept up with his movements. “You're … quite strong … for a man of your stature”, she gasped at one point. “And you're … quite a good fighter … for a woman”, he retorted. Seriously, how is she doing this? She's a woman and how the hell can she move so fast in that dress?! She chuckled: “Good point. Thank you!” Then she attacked and they proceeded with their match, talking all the while. “Why are you so angry anyway?”, she asked him, while avoiding his cane. Hyde grit his teeth. “I hate him so much!” “Dr. Jekyll?” “Who else! He hasn't let me out in more than two months! I was caged for that long! It was driving me mad!” She frowned. “That sounds horrible!” “It was!”, Hyde seethed. “Do you know how it feels to be caged?!” “Unfortunately, I do”, she admitted. “But killing old men won't make anything better.” “I didn't kill him!”, he snapped angrily. “No, but you would have, if I hadn't interfered. You know that you wouldn't have stopped hitting him until he was dead. You would have blindly struck again and again, unable to stop yourself. You would have become the murderer of a well-known and respected member of society and, just in case you forgot, that is a hanging offence.” The realisation made him freeze and gave her an opening. Before he knew what was happening, Hyde was lying on the ground, groaning in pain and gasping. “Let's make a deal, Mr. Hyde”, she said no-nonsensically and leaned onto her cane. Hyde slowly stood up and glared at her. “What shall that be?”, he growled hoarsely. The woman fixed her widow cap and her coat and spoke: “It's simple. All you and Dr. Jekyll have to do is to tell Mr. Utterson the truth about yourselves.” What?! Is she bloody serious?! Hyde mustered the creepiest smile he could manage. “And why would I do that?” “Why?” She smiled back and her smile was nothing but amiable. That riled him up even further. Why was she not looking at him with disgust and hatred, like all the others? Even though she knew who he was … Stop smiling, you smug witch! Or whatever you are! The widow laughed: “A witch? Yes, I guess I might as well be one. And to answer your question: if you do it, I will save you from punishment and dissuade Sir Carew and Mr. Utterson from having you arrested and tried. I give you an entire month to fulfil your part of it. What do you say?” Hyde had to admit that it was a tempting deal. Even if he hadn't succeeded in killing the old man, he would face prison, maybe even transportation to Australia, if the cops found him. And even if they didn't find him, he would be forced to live a life hiding away for at least two years, until everyone had forgotten about him. He didn't want to face either of these consequences. And this woman knew everything about him, even though he had no idea, how. Besides, Hyde wasn't one to resist temptation. But even so … “Fine, but … why are you doing this?”, he inquired suspiciously. She raised her arms non-committally. “Call it a feminine whim. But you seem to be calming down. Perhaps you should go home now, before the maid who's watching us calls the police. Also, I have a feeling, that you won't need as much of your precious formula to turn back tonight.” Hyde didn't need to be told twice. He ran home, deep in thought about this woman who, about that he was certain, was even stranger than he himself was. As soon as he was gone, Lady Summers sighed in relief and fell to her knees in exhaustion and pain. Suddenly she heard a door open and turned around – the maid who had observed their fencing match came running outside and towards her. “That was absolutely amazing! You fought that devil like a royal guard, Madam! Are you alright?” “I'm fine”, the Lady lied, but was promptly punished for it, when she spat blood. “Oh my god!”, the maid cried, “He injured you! That little demon should be–“ “He didn't”, Lady Summers said calmly, “This happens all the time. But if you want to do me a service, you can keep to yourself what you just saw. As for me, I will be going home now. Fighting someone younger and healthier than me has exhausted me a great deal.” Upon arriving at the back door of Jekyll's house, Hyde wasted no time, locked the door and darted into the laboratory to mix the formula. But first he needed time to gather himself. “What the hell did just happen back there?”, he wondered, turning to the mirror. Dr. Jekyll appeared in the mirror, looking equally confused. “I don't know, Hyde. But I do know one thing – that Lady saved us as well as Sir Carew.” “I guess she did, but why? I don't believe that mumbo-jumbo about a feminine whim. And who the hell is she really?” “I have no idea either, Hyde. But didn't she introduce herself as Lady Summers? I could swear that I have heard that name before …”, Jekyll mumbled pensively. Hyde sighed, changed clothes and mixed the chemical together. He didn't know what prompted him to follow the woman's advice, but to his surprise, she had been right. The half of the usual quantum was enough and after the usual time, Henry Jekyll found himself on his knees in his laboratory. When his vision cleared, he saw Hyde appear in the mirror, looking at him with strange fascination. With an exasperated sigh, he took Hyde's clothes and folded them (that little bastard could never be bothered to tidy up after himself), when suddenly something fell from the pocket of Hyde's coat. Jekyll blinked and picked it up. Then he gawked. It was a business card, or at least it looked like one. What in God's name is this?! And when did she sneak that into m- into his pocket?! 

(A/N: PLOT TWIST!!! SIR CAREW IS ALIVE AND WELL!!! Here our conveniently badass female telepath shows us, just how conveniently badass she is. Also, just one thing: Of course the Prussians did NOT teach their daughters fencing. They were no more progressive than other societies of that time, when it came to women's rights, on the contrary.)

[tickly-tufts]

Revenge With a Side of Laughter

So, thanks to this post, the wonderful @ticklehappyhavoc and I ended up doing a collab fic! I recommend checking out her blog if you haven’t already!

We discussed a few ideas before ultimately settling on saioumota with lee!Kaito (and I’m happy to announce she’s now joined me in the saioumota pit). With all that said, hope you enjoy! 

When Shuichi looked up from his book, it was to find the shorter of his two boyfriends leaning against the door frame, flushed and panting with a prominent pout on his face.

“Did Kaito get you again?” Shuichi deduced as Kokichi plopped down beside him. He automatically set his book aside, allowing Kokichi to lay down on his lap.

“If that idiot thinks he can keep doing this without any consequences, he’s got another thing coming.”

“Oh? Are you planning to get him back?”

“Yup!” Kokichi beamed as he looked up at Shuichi. “And you’re gonna help me!”

Shuichi stared back.

“...Wait, what?”

---

“Mmm...” Kaito murmured sleepily, gradually rousing from his midday nap. He immediately jolted awake, however, when he realized his limbs had been tied to the four corners of the bed.

“Wh-What the hell?!”

“Neeheehee... Well, look who’s finally up. We were starting to worry you’d just sleep through the entire day! That would’ve put a total damper on the plan.”

Kokichi appeared on Kaito’s right, leaning against the side of the bed with an innocent smile. Shuichi hesitantly seated himself on the left.

“Plan? What plan?” Kaito questioned, eyes flickering between the two. “Kichi, what the hell did you talk Shuichi into?”

"You’re just instantly blaming everything on me?” Kokichi sniffled. “That’s so mean! You’re the worst boyfriend ever!” 

Almost in tandem, Kaito and Shuichi rolled their eyes. The latter decided it was time to speak up for himself.

“He wants revenge for all the times you’ve tickled him... and honestly I do, too.”

Kaito wore a look of confusion, then disbelief, before finally settling on amusement.

“Pfff... Seriously? Sorry to tell you this, but I’m not ticklish.”

Kokichi’s eyes narrowed skeptically.

“We’ll see about that.”

---

A few minutes later, Kokichi and Shuichi pulled back in frustration. They’d tried Kaito’s underarms, ribs, sides, and stomach, but all they’d gotten in return was a smug grin.

“See? Told you I wasn’t ticklish!”

“Should we just untie him then?” Shuichi asked.

“Hold on,” Kokichi persisted. “There’s no way that wasn’t a lie. Besides, we haven’t tried his lower body yet.”

That’s when he saw it. A brief flicker of anxiety in Kaito’s eyes.

“Neeheehee... I have a feeling we’ll have much better luck there.”

Kaito’s entire body jolted the moment they moved to his knees, encouraging Kokichi to start squeezing and scratching with glee.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Kokichi chanted. “C’moooon, you know you wanna laugh!”

In an effort to protect his pride, Kaito clenched his jaw, remaining silent. 

...At least until Shuichi tickled behind his knees.

As soon as Shuichi's fingers made contact with the spot, Kaito made a strange sound. He quickly bit his lip, hoping that if he was stubborn his boyfriends would back off eventually. Unfortunately for him, it was already too late.

“Oh?” Shuichi looked to Kaito’s face. “Seems like I’ve found a weak spot.” His statement was directed at both Kokichi and Kaito. The former grinned in return.

“Try lightly scratching there,” Kokichi suggested. “Since someone I know likes to do that to us.” 

Forming his hands into claws, Kokichi fluttered his fingers against the back of Kaito’s knee. Shuichi did the same on the opposite side, and soon enough Kaito was trembling in his restraints, the corners of his mouth twitching against his will. Kaito wanted to protest, but he was afraid he’d lose control of his reactions if he opened his mouth.

“So, I guess you were lying to us when you said you weren’t ticklish,” Shuichi calmly stated, chuckling when Kaito shook his head. “No? That doesn’t explain why you’re struggling to keep your composure. Guess we’ll just have to make you admit it.”

“Wait, WHAT?!” Kaito suddenly exclaimed, then grit his teeth to try and save face. “I-I’m not… t-t-ticklish… so just-“

“Not ticklish? Neeheehee… Why are you stuttering, then? ” Kokichi smirked. “C’moooooon, just show us that smile we know and love!” He giggled when Kaito’s face turned bright red, continuing to scratch at the back of Kaito’s knees. 

Meanwhile, Shuichi explored the rest of Kaito’s legs, looking for some sort of hot spot. He dragged his fingers over Kaito’s ankles, only to jump when he heard a rather loud yelp from Kaito.

“H-Hey, Shuichi!” Kaito stammered. 

Shuichi glanced back at him, his fingers stopping for just a moment.

“I think it’s a little late to ask for mercy, Kaito,” Shuichi remarked, using one finger to gently trace circles around Kaito’s ankles. “Besides, you never listen to us when we tell you to stop.”

“You’re both… so d-dead when I g-get out of here…” Kaito panted, only to break into a fit of giggles when nimble fingers resumed their motion behind his knees.

“There we go!” Kokichi cheered. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! Aww, is the big, bad, oh-so-manly Kaito a little ticklish? Neeheehee, I think he is!” 

This specific, more childish method of teasing proved to be quite effective. Kaito was soon blushing and babbling incoherently, trying his best to counter Kokichi’s teases.

“K-Kokichihihihi!! Stohohohop!” 

“No can do, spaceman! This is what you deserve for getting at us all the time!”

Kaito continued giggling uncontrollably, struggling uselessly against his restraints. Kokichi glanced over at Shuichi, who was still teasing Kaito’s ankles.

“What are you thinking, Mr. Detective?” Kokichi asked smugly, although he fully knew what Shuichi was planning. He stopped tickling Kaito’s legs and scooted closer to the other boy.

“I hope you know that once I get out of these restraints, I’m gonna kill both of you,” Kaito growled, though his voice shook with every word. “Hey, what are you two whispering about?”

“Hm?” Kokichi hummed, looking back at him. “Oh, not much! Just a quick strategy meeting. Nothing you should be concerned about!”

“Nothing to be concerned about?! Of course I have something to be concerned about! What are-“

“Well, if you’re not ticklish, then you have anything to worry about,” Shuichi commented slyly. “Not unless you’re hiding something from us. Are you?”

“I told you,” Kaito mumbled. “Not ticklish.”

“That was a lie,” Kokichi interjected. “I bet he’s gonna lie for this next question, too.” 

The diabolical grin on his face was enough to send chills up Kaito’s spine. His next words, however... 

“Are your feet ticklish, Kaito?” He gently glided a single finger across Kaito’s right sole. To both Shuichi and Kokichi’s surprise, Kaito squeaked at the sensation, his body jolting almost instantly.

“Was that a squeak?!” Shuichi exclaimed. He’d never imagined a sound like that could come out of Kaito. He watched curiously as Kokichi continued to drag his finger up and down Kaito’s foot.

“K-Kokichi… c-cut that out!” Kaito demanded, his entire body shaking. “I swear to- H-HEY! KOKIHIHIHIHIHICHI!” The astronaut’s quiet giggles quickly turned into full-blown laughter as Kokichi wiggled his fingers over both of Kaito’s feet.

“There’s that laugh I was hoping for!” Kokichi giggled, tickling enthusiastically. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! Neeheehee… what’s the matter, Kaito? Is a little tickling too much for the Luminary of the Stars?” 

While Kokichi tickled Kaito’s feet, Shuichi moved back to squeeze at Kaito’s knees.

“S-STOHOHOHOP!!” Kaito cackled uncontrollably, unable to put up any kind of fight. His laughter only became more intense when Kokichi’s fingers brushed over the arches of his feet. His attempts to break free of his restraints doubled, but to no avail. All he could do was laugh and writhe in place.

“Oh? Is this a tickle spot I’ve discovered?” Kokichi smirked, now focusing specifically on Kaito’s arches. “It’s so cute how ticklish you are here! Kitchy kitchy koo~” 

If Kaito’s face wasn’t red before, it definitely was now. Even Shuichi was blushing at Kokichi’s teases at this point.

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Kaito laughed, though his words were almost unintelligible.

“Let’s give him a short break,” Shuichi suggested, retracting his hands. Kokichi pouted at him, but relented as well.

They watched as Kaito panted tiredly, letting out after-giggles every so often, to which Kokichi would giggle along with him. Once Kaito regained his composure, he just barely managed to glare at his boyfriends.

“You’re both going to regret this,” he warned.

“And I bet you regret tickling me earlier cuz now look where that’s led you,” Kokichi snapped back playfully, sticking his tongue out. He then glanced over at Shuichi, who looked deep in thought, leaning towards him with a grin. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“Let’s try his upperbody again,” Shuichi proposed, holding his hand up to his chin. “I actually think there might be a weak spot somewhere.”

“Didn’t you two try that already?” Kaito reasoned. “Plus, if this is revenge, then…”

“We’re not done with you just yet,” Shuichi replied. “You know all of our weak spots. I think it’s only fair that we know all of yours.” 

“W-Well, you’ve already found them all, so if you could just untie-“

“If I remember correctly, there were several instances in the past where you flinched when one of us touched your back.” Shuichi smiled when Kaito’s eyes widened. “No wonder we couldn’t find it. It’s an obscure spot.”

Kokichi let out an impressed whistle.

“Leave it to Shuichi to figure everything out!”

Wasting no time, Kokichi climbed on top of Kaito, wrapping his arms around him as if in a hug. Kokichi then began to prod at his lower back. Kaito didn’t react at first, but he gradually grew more anxious the higher Kokichi’s hands traveled.

“K-Kichi, wait!” Kaito insisted. “We can t-talk about this- HAH!” He yelped the second Kokichi’s hands reached his shoulder blades. Bingo.

Shifting forward, Kokichi tucked his head into the crook of Kaito’s neck, then started spidering his fingers over Kaito’s shoulder blades. 

The reaction was instant.

“NOHOHOHAHAHA! NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Kaito practically screeched. Had he not been tied down so well, he surely would have bolted off the bed

“What was that? You like it here? It sure sounds like you do!” Kokichi pinched lightly along the ridges of Kaito’s shoulder blades, pressing close to whisper directly into his ear. “Hmmm. You’re trembling pretty hard. Not such a tough guy now, huh? I wonder how much more you can take...”

Evidently, the answer was “not much.” Shuichi soon took over Kokichi’s previous position at his feet, and Kaito’s remaining pride shattered into pieces.

“P-plehehease...” he eventually whimpered, too exhausted to do anything more.

Recognizing that Kaito had reached his limit, Shuichi and Kokichi finally pulled back, coming to rest beside him on the bed.

“Are you alright?” 

Kaito leaned into the hand Shuichi placed on his cheek, grateful for its coolness against his burning skin. Opposite to Shuichi, Kokichi snuggled closer, pecking Kaito sweetly on the other cheek.

“Need a glass of water?” Kokichi offered. He immediately jumped to his feet when Kaito nodded. “Anything for my favorite space dork! I’ll just let Shuichi deal with the ropes!” he declared before scampering off.

Shuichi sighed, though fondness was written all over his face. He ultimately complied without even a hint of hesitation. 

Relieved, Kaito sagged into the mattress, lowering his arms to rub at his wrists. He’d be sure to get revenge later, but for now he was content to rest.

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The Fox and the Hounds (pt 1?!)

My @inusecretsanta for @avannak !! Honestly I had never known about you before, so, nice to meet you fellow Inuyasha (and furthermore, Koga) fan!

The first prompt you had listed was ya bois Inuyasha, Koga, and Shippo interacting together, and that had really excited me, because I’ve actually thought about and really like the idea of these three’s dynamic! To anyone who knows me it might come as a surprise that I didn’t just draw something for your gift, but, well, your prompt that caught my eye inspired an idea for an entire story plot, so, I couldn’t help trying my hand at a fic this time! Unfortunately for me though, I was a bit.. too inspired, so this turned out rather long and like the title says, this is only part 1! Because I’m posting this first half to be in time for the SS, without a deadline anymore I can’t guarantee when the second part will be finished... But I’ve still got the ideas for the scenes of the second half so I am determined to finish it for you! ...Someday XD. Anyway, yeah! I hope you had a very merry Christmas and I hope your 2018 has been awesome so far! Enjoy!~

Rated: K+ for a couple mild-swears in there (GASP I’m breaking out of my shell I guess cOUGH thanks Kat lol) Word Count: 4965 |D Disclaimer: This story is told through the eyes of Shippo, and so the negative descriptions towards Inuyasha and Koga are based on his opinion, not my own. I love... basically all the characters in this great anime! The only character I would ever talk about negatively is Naraku pfff.

It had decidedly been Shippo’s most favorite toy, a truly unique gift from Kagome’s own time, even. The priceless pull-string-operated propeller toy from the future now found its final resting place on the grass, wronged and rendered completely useless, its string having been ripped from the toy’s base. The injustice had occured in a mere matter of seconds, but Shippo had seen the crime committed with his own two eyes. He turned said eyes up accusingly at the culprit standing before him.

Inuyasha blinked, and brought his fist of detached string up to his vision, his mind finally catching up with what had just transpired. “Ah jeez, I pulled too hard on it, huh? Sorry, runt.”

Forcing back tears for the broken trinket, Shippo pouted indignantly at the hanyou, finding that he did not fully believe his clearly facaded innocence. “Inuyasha! Don’t you act surprised! You did this on purpose!!”

Now Inuyasha raised an eyebrow, before squatting down to the young fox-youkai’s level. “An’ why in the hell would I have done this on purpose?” he responded, his face narrowing into an unconvinced look.

“Because,” the boy huffed, “You’re always bullying me! I bet that you got so annoyed at me shooting the toy up near your face, that you decided to take matters into your own hands, and put an end to it!”

Tk! The nerve a’ this kid, coming up with a conspiracy to accuse me—! Didn’t he hear me so graciously apologize?!, Inuyasha thought. It was true that he had been ticked off by Shippo’s antics with the toy earlier, but jeez, what did the kid take him for? A ruthless savage?

(That was exactly what little Shippo took him for, and was currently cursing him as, in the seclusion of his own young mind.)

From Inuyasha’s less-emotionally-charged perspective, what had legitimately taken place was as such:

Only minutes ago, the hanyou had come to fetch Shippo as their traveling group was preparing to trek the unbeaten path again; he had found the fox tyke still incessantly playing with his new toy from Kagome. The boy had looked so focused on the device, however, that Inuyasha had inquired, “Hey Shippo, whatcha up to over here?”

“Ah, Inuyasha! I’m trying to make the spinner go as high into the air as possible! My record is up to that tree branch right there,” Shippo had answered in pure boyish excitement, with a finger pointed upward to a specific tree limb.

“Keh, as high as possible, huh? Give it here, runt.”

From what Inuyasha had seen, Shippo’s teal eyes had lit up in supposed understanding — the elder hanyou’s superior strength could rip on the string so hard, that the spinner would go soaring! — so the boy then eagerly handed the toy to him. Inuyasha’s mouth had lifted into a confident smirk, and he indeed yanked on the string with all his might… forgetting to consider that pulling the string so ruthlessly hard would surely snap it clean off of the toy.

It had been a complete accident, and this twerp knows it! “Keh, some conspiracy ya got there! Didntchya hear me say ‘sorry’ for it, ya pea-brain—”

Both youkais paused their bickering when their sensitive ears picked up familiar footsteps approaching. They turned to see Kagome emerging from the brush, holding an overgrown-branch out of her way as she gingerly navigated through the forest foliage, over to the two boys. “What’s going on over here, Inuyasha, Shippo?” They recognized her tone as her ‘mother-hen’ voice, patiently yet firmly prodding for information. “I heard arguing.”

In a flash, Shippo scampered across the leaf-litter and up into the comfort of Kagome’s arms. He finally allowed the wetness to pool up at the corners of his eyes in order to clearly demonstrate his distress, and cried out his explanation, “Kagome! Inuyasha broke my new toy that you gave to me!!”

Her thin eyebrows furrowed in seriousness as she looked up at the accused. “Inuyasha, is that true?”

Shippo cut back in before Inuyasha could defend himself. “Yeah, it’s true! He even did it on purpose!!”

Kagome turned her gaze back down to the distressed fox-boy in her arms. “Now Shippo, I’m sure that Inuyasha didn’t mean it on purpose. But Inuyasha,” again she switched the focus of her gaze, “did you break it?”

As her chocolate-brown eyes, patient, calm, and yet in the depths of them chastising, were pinned down onto him, Inuyasha found himself hesitating to answer. God, how stupid would he look to her if she learned how carelessly he had accidentally broken a kid’s toy? He could already envision the weird look she would give him! So — as it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks — the hanyou instinctively resorted to the one strategy nailed the hardest into his head: self-preservation. He covertly concealed his fistful of evidence behind his back before releasing the pull-string to drop to the ground. “Keh, of course not! I ain’t that thoughtless! Shippo here broke his own damn toy.”

Shippo’s bleary eyes widened and a small gasp of disbelief escaped his lips. That Inuyasha—! That— that big, stinking jerk, lying like that! How could he do this to me; after breaking my favorite toy, too?! His eyes flickered panickedly to Kagome’s own, staring back down at him. “He—! He’s lying!! He broke my toy, I saw it with my own eyes!”

“Shippo…”

“Y’know what I saw, runt?” Inuyasha said, as he crossed his arms and turned away huffily, “I saw an overly-excited twerp pullin’ on his toy’s string too hard, until it gave out an’ snapped!”

“I wasn’t the one who snapped the string, you’ve got to believe me, Kagome!” Shippo’s eyes pleaded with the girl cradling him; his shimmering tears threatened to pool over and freely flow down his young cheeks.

“Oh, ya didn’t, didya? Didn’t I hear ya say t’ me, ‘I’m trying ta make the spinner go as high in the air as possible’?”

He was being wronged, framed! How could Kagome, ever-wise and perfectly-just, possibly believe such lies from the guilty face of that, dirty scoundrel?! In that moment Shippo put every ounce of his belief into her natural, motherly ability to sniff out lies... And yet her gaze hardened on him. “Shippo… I know you’re upset about your toy, but you really shouldn’t be taking it out on Inuyasha.”

“W-what..?” he squeaked out weakly, not believing what he was hearing.

Kagome tilted her chin upward, closing her eyes as she held up a finger, looking as though she was reciting some line of ancient wisdom, as she said, “Acting like an adult means taking responsibility for your own mistakes.” Inuyasha sniffed arrogantly and turned his face away from Kagome. “Keh, yeah.”

“I’m very disappointed in you, Shippo. I suppose that next time I return home, I’ll have to refrain from buying you another toy, if you’re proven to not be responsible enough for them.”

Shippo’s small head whipped back and forth between the faces of his judge and jury absolute disbelief. But as the reality of Kagome’s statement sunk in, he paused. His protruding bottom lip began to quiver as he bit down on it, until… Shippo finally lost his composure with an explosion of distress, letting out a sharp wail and allowing the tears to fly from his eyeducts. He hopped out of Kagome’s arms and fled from the suffocating scene of utter betrayal, choking out, “It’s not fair, it’s not fair!!”

The two grown teenagers left behind watched after the fleeing boy; Kagome shaking her head with a sigh, and Inuyasha holding his nose in the air pointedly (although, admittedly a twinge of guilt ran through him).

It’s not fair it’s not fair it’s not fair—!!, Shippo’s mind ran out in protest. How could Kagome believe Inuyasha over himself? It was simply because he was a grown-up, while Shippo was a kid, wasn’t it? But that didn’t really count for anything — Shippo knew that, at least! Out of the two of them, he was definitely more mature and trustworthy than that Inuyasha; that rude, ungrateful, two-timer, who didn’t even understand his own feelings! That Inuyasha who had so little control over his temper, that he took it out on sweet, innocent little boys such as himself?! How could Kagome trust a guy like that?! Shippo’s raging mind kept circling back to the same conclusion: It wasn’t fair!

~~~

A calm, crisp night had come and gone, but it had done nothing to quell little Shippo’s fury. His frustration had kept him from a peaceful sleep, rendering the fox-youkai even more irritable, even as he now perched on Sango’s shoulder while their comrades continued their journeying. As the elder teenagers commented on the scenery and joked to pass the time, Shippo was too lost in his aggravated whirlwind of thoughts to pay any attention to them.

Ever since that fateful day when he had first encountered Inuyasha and Kagome in their travels, Inuyasha had harassed and insulted him. He had been the cause of a great many of Shippo’s frustrations, teary outbursts, bumps to the head, and loss of snacks… But this — breaking his new favorite toy, and then not even having the decency to own up to it, consequently getting Shippo in trouble — this had been the last straw! Everything before this had only been meager actions of pettiness meant to mess with him, but now, now that Inuyasha had purposefully, traitorously, gotten him into trouble with Kagome? That was it! There was only one possible response to this, and it rang out clearly: revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge. Obviously Shippo had no other option but to teach Inuyasha a lesson — one that would put an end to his reign of tyranny for good.

But how?

Inuyasha was bigger than him, stronger than him, faster than him, and had keener senses than him — it had always made Shippo an easy target for his brutality, and any time Shippo had made attempts to get back at him in the past, Inuyasha always got the last laugh regardless. He didn’t think he could rely on his fox magic for this mission of grand justice, because his signature tricks and illusions would be a dead giveaway of their conjuror to Inuyasha. No, this time he required some other way to get his revenge — some round-a-bout, discreet way that wouldn’t point a trail back to himself, for a furious Inuyasha to—

His scheming was abruptly interrupted by a sharp, familiar scent having been thrust into his nose by a gust of wind. Shippo inwardly groaned as the rest of the group took notice of the sudden wind and turned around to face its source. As if his mood wasn’t already soured enough, now he had to watch this arrogant, run-through-the-motions display?

“Hey there, Kagome,” said the source of the wind and pungent scent, their ally, Koga.

Shippo didn’t even need to see it in front of him to know that Koga was already up in Kagome’s personal space, snatching up her gentle hands in his rougher ones.

“H-hello, Koga..,” Kagome greeted him back, with just a hint of awkwardness. “What brings you here?”

The wolf-youkai chuckled, the rumbling sound absolutely dripping with cockiness, before he answered, “I need a reason to come see my woman?”

Shippo wrinkled up his nose in distaste. Koga had spared his life once, so, the boy couldn’t find it in himself to hate the guy; but that did not stop him from labeling the wolf-youkai as an arrogant moron. How could he not see that Kagome’s friendliness towards him was nothing special — only her characteristic kindness that she freely offered to everyone? Even that jerk Inuyasha could recognize.. at least some of her feelings! Speaking of which…

Like clockwork, after only a couple of sentences input from Koga, a clawed-hand ripped his hands away from Kagome’s before shoving the youkai away from her. “Hell yeah ya need a reason, there’s no woman of yours here!!”

As the same scene they had witnessed countless times replayed once more, the uninvolved members of the party stood back and searched for a place to sit, where they would wait for the routine cycle to run its course. While Sango found a comfortable place to sit against a log, Shippo hopped off of his seat on her shoulder to make his way over to Kagome. He still held some bitter feelings towards his caretaker for not trusting him on the toy incident, but, they weren’t enough to withhold his instincts to protect who he considered kin from the gruff, pushy Koga. So, while Kagome’s hands were free from that brute’s grasp, Shippo took the opportunity to jump up into her hold, occupying said hands to perhaps rescue them from being stolen up again.

Shippo looked on as Koga’s entire face narrowed in displeasure at Inuyasha’s interruption, a complete opposite of the expression he wore only seconds before. “Tk, you just keep telling yourself that, mutt,” he responded. “But, y’know what, fine — the truth is…” Before anyone could react Koga had zipped past Inuyasha and was standing at Kagome’s side again. In the girl’s arms, Shippo squinted critically up at her assaulter, but it went wholly unnoticed.

Koga continued, “I came across a youkai who was looking for jewel shards, and the bastard had mentioned a pretty girl who held some shards so, naturally I assumed it was speaking of Kagome. I was worried,” he placed gentle hands on her shoulders as he said to her, “You alright? You’re not hurt?”

Again Inuyasha interrupted, “She’s fine, flea-bag; so why dontcha get your filthy mitts offa her and get lost already!”

Shippo silently agreed — as much as he loathed to be agreeing with Inuyasha right now — and he glared even harder up at Koga, frustrated that his subtle plan of keeping his hands off of Kagome had been in vain. Koga shot the indignant hanyou a glare, while Kagome also looked back at him and addressed him, “Inuyasha… Koga’s only asking how I’m doing, there’s no harm in answering him real quick…”

“No harm in—! Hmph, well, what about letting him grab ya like that?! You let him touch ya so much you two might as well be—“

“Inuyasha…”

Here it comes, Shippo thought, the ‘sit’ Inuyasha always earns whenever Koga comes around… But, as Kagome’s warning tone had been enough for Inuyasha to shut his trap before he reached the point of no return, the command surprisingly didn’t come. Kagome softened her gaze as she looked back up at Koga. “Anyways, yes Koga, I’m alright… It’s nothing that I can’t handle,” she answered with an upbeat smile.

Her words did not seem to satisfy him, however. “Nothing that you can't handle..? Kagome…”

“Okay well, maybe I’ve gotten a few scrapes here and there, and lately I’ve been wishing we could take longer breaks,” here she pointed another look back at Inuyasha, “But I’m fine, really.”

Alarm bells went off in Shippo’s head as Koga stepped even closer to Kagome, his form towering over hers creating somewhat of a more intimate moment between them. Indignantly the protective fox-boy in her arms immediately hopped to his feet, and attempted to push the wolf-youkai’s torso away from his caretaker, but to no avail.

“Kagome,” Koga began, “I know that you want to stay with your little pack, but if you ever wish to be taken better care of, I—“

He was cut off, and nearly cut open, by a giant swing of Inuyasha’s Tetsusaiga. The dust kicked up by the massive sword’s impact with the ground gradually began to settle, as the wolf-youkai landed back on his own feet about a yard away, developing an expression of pure rage. His shoulders tensed forward, his clawed hands balled into tight fists, and his whole face narrowed, save for his nostrils flaring. “How dare you interrupt me when I’m having a moment with my woman, you mutt-faced mongrel..,” he half-growled out.

“Keh-! ‘A moment’? Sounded more like a load of bull-crap to me, you mangy wolf!”

Fight, fight, fight! Shippo’s mind chanted impishly. Inuyasha should teach that creep to leave Kagome alone! ..But, at the same time... I wouldn’t mind seeing Koga make Inuyasha suffer a bit... He’s a strong youkai, and can do what I can’t.

However, to everyone’s surprise, Inuyasha turned away from Koga, ignoring the hostile youkai for a moment, to address Kagome’s previous comment. “You’ve been wanting to rest longer? Why didn't’cha speak up about it before?!”

Shippo tilted his head upwards to observe her reaction; she blinked, her eyes widening. “Um, because... I thought you wouldn’t want to hear it..?”

“Dammit Kagome, I’ve noticed ya acting more sluggish lately… Don’t think that I’ll take any complainin’ from ya, but jeez, if it’s necessary... You’ve gotta take care of yourself!”

Somehow her eyelids and eyebrows simultaneously raised even further in astonishment, as a hint of a blush crept into her cheeks. “Inuyasha…”

Sudden movement caught Shippo’s attention to witness Inuyasha, seemingly in embarrassment, whip his face away from Kagome’s view. “W-Well, ya ain’t of any use to me dead — Not any of ya!” he awkwardly recovered.

A new voice chimed in, “Well, my neck has been bothering me quite a bit lately…”

“Shut up, Miroku!!”

Meanwhile, Shippo and Koga appeared to be the only ones who were untouched by Inuyasha’s rough admittance of care for his companions. Telling us to take care of ourselves… Pretending to care about our health… The number of blows to the head he’s given me himself are countless — I bet he’s knocked off a few years of my life, even!

The group was reminded of a certain enraged wolf-youkai’s presence when he began to let out a low growl, his eyebrow twitching at being ignored. “Hey,” he interrupted the interruption, “Well as much as I’d love to rip you apart, you half-breed scum, I don’t have time to wait for you to decide whether you’re brave enough to come at me or not.” Koga cockily played it off, as always, as if he was the one championing a victory over the day.

Inuyasha rolled his head back with pure exasperated irritation, before he turned back to face the wolf-youkai, his fingers re-clenching the handle of his Tetsusaiga. “Then get outta here already, nothing’s stopping ya.”

Koga’s nostrils flared as he sharply took in an infuriated breath, tensing up his entire body for a moment — before releasing the breath and relaxing, straightening up his back. His blue eyes flickered to Kagome and a look of remorse flashed across his features, most likely as he calculated that he could not get to her with Inuyasha standing protectively right in the way. He leaned outwards to view her whole face past Inuyasha’s form, and waved a hand as he said to her, “I don’t want to stir up trouble in front of you, Kagome, so I’ll be going now.” He winked at her. “See ya.”

With a roll of his eyes, Shippo thought, Doesn’t want to stir up trouble in front of Kagome? The moron stirs up trouble just by coming around to see her! He stuck out his tongue in distaste, as he looked up at Kagome’s face to judge her own reaction. She smiled, and the fox-boy recognized it as a purely polite one, as she waved back, “Take care, Koga.”

Fully expecting Koga to immediately turn tail and stir up a whirlwind with his departure, Shippo shielded his face, before realizing that the wolf-youkai wasn’t finished yet. With a displeased growl he turned his sour gaze back to Inuyasha, and added, “You’ll regret coming between me and my woman you low-life… I can only hope you get what’s coming to you.”

With a start, Shippo’s ear twitched as he understood the truly icy tone of Koga’s voice: revenge, a craving for it. As the elder youkai sped away into the distance, it was then that Shippo had the epiphany — he and Koga were in the same boat. Though Koga and Inuyasha were so alike in their rude, brutish ways, Koga was equally as frustrated with the hanyou as Shippo was, and equally as unable to do something about it without facing repercussions. However, there was one advantage Koga possessed that Shippo did not, and that was being a youkai of Inuyasha’s  stature, a youkai evenly matched against Inuyasha. He could perform some of the more elaborate pranks that Shippo had conceptualized in his impish-mentality; perhaps… Koga could be the indirect route that he required for truly-successful revenge on Inuyasha.

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As the hours lazily dragged on, the conspirator anxiously anticipated the dark veil of nighttime to begin on his scheme of revenge. While his comrades would fall prey to their weariness and dream away, he would leave behind a false clone of himself to further avoid suspicion as he would, in actuality, be sneaking off to track down the wolf-youkai leader — the sole candidate for the position of a worthy partner-in-crime.

Staying awake through the night had proven much more testing than Shippo had initially thought, but having taken a nap earlier in the afternoon hours, he had managed to pull through. All had gone to plan; Inuyasha had no detection of his suspicious activeness in the night, and the cunning fox-youkai was now floating high over the forest terrain in his not-so-inconspicuous ballon-form, as he strained his nose to track a scent.

Being an animalistic youkai, he did possess a heightened sense of smell, but even so it was untrained and not even fully developed; it was nowhere near the level of tracking capability that youkais like Inuyasha and Koga utilized. He had barely managed to pick up the latter-youkai’s scent on the cool night air, but now the boy was finding difficulty in following the faint trail. However, unlike those canine-youkais who relied so heavily on their keen noses alone, Shippo thought to apply his perceptiveness to other methods of tracking, in order to compensate for his mediocre sense of smell. His teal eyes scanned through the darkness for trees shaken up by Koga’s whirlwind; his sharpened ears were at attention for—

Wolf howls, carrying clearly through the silent nighttime air, as if on cue. Shippo drifted in the vague direction of the echoing noise, and after a moment began to doubt his trajectory; until thankfully another howl was let loose, allowing him to pinpoint the exact location of its source. The obnoxious-looking balloon descended right above the spot, and with an unnatural pop!, transformed back into a young boy who landed on a branch of the forest’s canopy. He hopped down the layers of branches similarly to a squirrel, heading for a better view point to watch for the wolves’ alpha. He could only reveal himself if Koga was around, otherwise, his wolves probably wouldn’t hesitate to eat the young fox!

A secure branch both a couple of feet away and a couple of feet above the wolves’ heads seemed satisfactory, so there Shippo perched and began to peer out over the wolfpack. Wolves, wolves, and, more wolves... Huh. No wolf-youkais to be seen, only ordinary wolves… Could this just be a regular wolfpack that I tracked...?! In exasperation he let out a sigh of defeat, and flopped back against the tree trunk that his branch was attached to. A couple of the nearest wolves’ ears flicked towards his direction, but Shippo decided that he was at a safe enough height to have no reason to worry if they noticed his presence anymore.

Or, so he thought.

Before his brain could even process the occurrence, something had snatched him up by the tail and dragged him off the security of his branch. The boy’s eyes shot wide open with terror as he dangled precariously over the menacing hoard of wolves, thinking to himself, This is it, this is it—! This had all been a terrible idea — why did I think to go off on my own?!

“Well, well, what‘ve we got here?” a roguish voice spoke, and it was then that Shippo realized that his tail was firmly grasped in a large hand, not a snout of glistening fangs. He craned his head upwards to see the face of his assailant: Koga himself.

His intimidatingly-sharp eyes were gleaming in the moonlight and his fanged-smile was twisted up into a sardonic grin; with a shudder, Shippo recognized it as the trademark expression of a bloodthirsty killer. He had never seen the wolf-youkai make such an expression; even back when he and Kagome had first met Koga on not-so-friendly terms, when he had thrown the boy to his wolves, he had only sported a look of indifference. Now, Shippo was seeing that Koga wore it well, as if he wore it often… I thought Koga had been changed by Kagome, I thought he was our ally and wouldn’t harm me — is all the ‘ally’ shtick just for appearances, to look good in front of Kagome?! Curse him! Curse him, he’s even worse than Inuyasha! He never truly changed — I put my trust in him and now I only see him for what he truly is: evil! Evil, evil, evi—!

Shippo was so shaken by his enraged thoughts that he didn’t notice the wolf’s features shift from menacing to questioning. “Wait… Aren’t ya that little fox tyke that Kagome’s taken in?”

Said fox tyke’s scornful eyebrows shot up as he recognized a possible hook to escape from this peril. “Yeah! Yeah, I am! So you better not eat me, or else Kagome will never—!“

Koga’s fierce gaze softened, more to one of... friendliness? Yes, a sense of carefree friendliness and amusement twinkled in his sharp blue eyes, as his eyebrows relaxed to their typical cocky posture. He held up his free hand as a signal for his wolves to back down, before gently setting Shippo back upright on a nearby rock and squatting down to look him in the eye. “Well, if my woman’s taken ya in, then I’ve taken ya in,” Koga said decisively.

Okay, maybe Shippo had let the blood get to his head, and all that he had previously thought only moments ago about Koga being pure evil, was actually null and void.

“What brings you out here all alone, and at night, kid? From what I can smell, Kagome’s quite a ways away.”

Shippo breathed out a sigh of relief that he was correct in his original assumptions of Koga. “I was looking for you,” he started.

Koga raised an eyebrow. “Eh? Why, what can I do for ya?”

The fox-boy planted his hands on his knees and leaned forward conspiritively, with a sneer. “3 words: Revenge on Inuyasha.”

Now both of the wolf-youkai’s eyebrows raised... before furrowing in suspicion. “What? You’re all friends, arentcha? Is this... some kind of trick?”

“A trick? No, no no!” Shippo exclaimed and frantically waved his hands for emphasis. “All of us are friends — all of us, except for me and Inuyasha. You see, that uptight brute is always bullying me; he steals my food, insults my courage, and beats me up!! Does that sound like a friend to you?”

He actually gave it a moment of thought. “...No, I suppose it doesn’t.”

(Somewhere behind him, Ginta and Hakkaku’s faces simultaneously darken, drilling holes into the back of Koga’s head as they think, Those are exactly the things he does to us!!)

“So, ya wanna get back at Inutrasha, and you want my help for it? What do you want me to do, kid, beat him up for ya? Believe me, I’d’ve done that on my own a long time ago; but unfortunately I don’t think Kagome would appreciate that very much…”

“I already assumed you’d think as such,” the young fox replied, as he folded his arms within his loose sleeves sagely. “I can’t just use my tricks and beat him up either, he always knows it’s me and will just hurt me all over again! That’s why,” he concluded, “we should work together.”

“Work together?” Koga echoed.

“Yes. With my vast knowledge of trickery and Inuyasha himself, combined with your grown-up size and strength, together we can teach him a real lesson, and without getting in trouble for it!”

“Hmm,” Koga squinted seriously at the scheming fox-youkai. “That does sound tempting… But, what if I decide that my time is better spent hunting down Naraku, the despicable bastard that he is?”

“You yourself said it earlier: you hope Inuyasha gets what’s coming to him — This is what’s coming to him! But he won’t ever get it, not without your help!”

Although not phrased in the most eloquently compelling way, little Shippo’s meaning rang true in Koga’s ears. Pondering over the matter, he recalled that the whiff of Naraku’s scent that he and his wolves had been chasing had gone stale this morning... Perhaps his loyal companions could use a day-or-so’s respite. “Alright, you got yourself a deal, kid.”

Shippo’s harsh conniving grin softened into a genuine, beaming smile up at the wolf-youkai leader, as he henceforth decided that he preferred this gruff canine over the one he traveled with anyday. His so-called-friend Inuyasha never took his brilliant, cunning ideas seriously! Koga flashed the young fox a friendly smirk in return, before he stood back up to his full height and extended an elbow out to him, wordlessly offering a perch for the smaller youkai. Shippo graciously accepted the affable action with an effortless leap up onto the wolf’s shoulder.

Koga and his wolfpack began navigating through the trees once more as he continued, “So, what’s our first move?”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Further disclaimer: I am aware that Inuyasha ignoring Koga for a moment and not immediately going after his throat might be a bit out of character, but, I needed Inuyasha to have some sort of ‘win’ to get Koga frustrated enough to say what he did about ‘getting whats coming to him’.

And also, I saw that another of your prompts avannak was Inuyasha and Shippo having brotherly/fatherly bonding, so, don’t worry, it doesn’t end here with such negativity from Shippo towards Inuyasha! Brothers fight sometimes, and kids tend to over-exaggerate things, right? ;D hahaha