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#RumourHasIt | OPEN.

THE LIBRARY IS QUIET AS usual, if you ignore the dull tapping of finger against glass, steady indication of someone—

[ …𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕… 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕… 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕… ]

—glued to their phone rather than their notes. Then there's a huff. Then, Cater leans across the table in front of him, head tipped and elbow resting against the surface for balance.

❝ HEY, SO, DID YOU LIKE... Hear about that guy that went missing, or whatever? ❞

❝ —The full scoop? No way, I can't even find anything about it on Magicam—I just overheard some guys talking about it earlier. But apparently...

Nothing's bein done about it—yet, anyway. ❞

[weneeya]

hi!hi!!! this is the same person who requested tht office romance w/ kuroo last time hehe. i love your writing style so much bc its easy for someone like me (who has a deteriorating brain functioning system from all of the brainrot ive been influenced by the internet) to understand and imagine in my silly deluional head XDDD anyways !! id like to request dad! headcanons for the black jackals (specifically, hinata, sakusa, atsumu and bokuto^^) omg maybe a scenario where they find out that reader is pregnant then proceed with the headcanon with how they act with the kid/s i just needed to request this bc my baby fever has been progressively getting worst and i just cant stop thinking abt kids :']] GOODLUCK AND I WISH U WELLLL !!! <3333

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note. omg thank you sm I'm so happy you loved the one with Kuroo because i loved writing it sm!! and i probably the idea even more because omg the boys as dads?? it's genius idk why i've never did it before! i hope you'll love it just as much <3

Hinata Shoyo

You had been trying to have a baby with Shoyo for a few weeks already, but it was like fate was against the two of you because you seemed to not be able to end up pregnant. You were slowly starting to lose hope ; thank God Hinata was way too positive and optimistic to even think about the worst. It was helping you, in a way. 

He was at the gym to train for their next matches when you learned the good news. You didn’t hesitate twice before almost rushing to join him. He was talking with his team, most specifically Bokuto, when you arrived like a fury. Shoyo looked at you with a big smile and you waved at him. He came to you in no time. 

“You seemed happy. What’s the news?” He asked with his usual smile, and you almost felt the tears in your eyes. You took his hands between yours, trying not to talk too loudly. “We did it Shoyo! I’m pregnant!” And your words didn’t get the time to fall in the silence. 

Hinata held you tightly between his arms, carrying you off the ground and spinning around with you in his arms. Right after your feet finally met the floor again, he cupped your face with his hands to kiss you. “I told you, we needed to be patient!” And you were sure that the rest of the team was going to learn the news sooner than later. 

good with children ; he has a little sister after all 

always so patient no matter what 

not the type to ever yell, so when he get to angry mod, the kid stop immediately 

will talk a lot about highschool and his friends ; so proud 

take pictures all the time, videos too ; a lot of memories of your baby boy 

ready to take a break from volleyball so he could give all his time to you and the baby

Miya Atsumu

Saying that Atsumu was scared of having children was an euphemism. The man was absolutely terrified by the idea. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have a child with you, of course not ; it was just the responsibilities which were so stressful for him. He kept acting cool at first but after some time you’ve been able to understand what was going on inside of his mind. 

Until you’ve been confronted with reality. You were alone in the bathroom, and Atsumu was waiting for you right outside of the room. Things were a bit weird with your body lately and you both noticed it. So it wasn’t so surprising that you took a test just to be sure. 

You got out of the bathroom, and your gaze met Atsumu’s eyes. You slowly showed him the test, and he could quickly read the answer he was waiting for. You were pregnant. He looked back at you, and he saw that you were about to say something he didn’t want to hear from you. 

“Don’t ever say you're sorry,” he started, slowly caressing your cheek with his thumb. “It’s the best news you could have told me. Because we’re going to have the most beautiful baby ever, and I’m going to love you two until the end of my days.” This time, you couldn’t really help the tears which felt down your cheeks. You closed your eyes, and he left a kiss against your forehead. 

“I love you,” you told him in a whisper, and he couldn’t help but to smile slowly. “I love you too,” was his answer before he held you tight between his arms. He was scared, of course ; but he couldn’t be happier at the same time because God knew how much he loved you. 

the man is an overprotective mother ; almost like he was the one who bear the baby 

careful about absolutely everything 

acts cool but stressed when something doesn’t go as planned 

girl’s dad at 100% 

loves to be considered as a princess ; will wear a dress and a tiara 

bringing gifts all the time, especially when away because of volleyball

Sakusa Kiyoomi

You already talked about having children with Sakusa, but the conversation was never ending well. In fact, it always ended up in an argument. Your partner was completely closed at the discussion and you couldn’t understand why. 

So when you learned that you were actually pregnant, fear ran over you. You cried a lot, for a long time. How were you supposed to say this to him? Was he going to leave you? You were so scared, and it was messing with your poor mind. 

Sakusa came home after practice, and he found you in your bed, curled up in the blanket to hide yourself. A sigh left his lips before he took place right beside you after being ready to do so. “What are you hiding from me? Don’t say nothing, I know you too well. There’s something wrong.” 

You looked at him and he frowned immediately when he saw the redness of your eyes. You had been crying for quite a while, so he knew he was right ; even if he hoped to be wrong. He slowly caressed your cheek, waiting for you to find the strength to tell him. 

“Kiyoomi… I’m pregnant…” You told him in a little voice, and his eyes widened almost right now. He blinked a few times, and you looked away, feeling the tears coming back. “I know, we talked about it, but I…” 

Sakusa grabbed your chin with all the softness in the world, making you look back at him. He left a small kiss against your lips. “I couldn’t be happier, my love, I swear.” It was your turn to stay silent, all blinking. This is how you learned that the only reason behind Kiyoomi’s anger towards pregnancy was actually fear because of all the complications. 

But if it was for you, he was ready to take the risk. Because having a baby with you was all he could dream of. You just needed to be careful. 

biggest girl’s dad ever 

will do anything for his baby girl ; even if it meant going out with ribbon in his hair 

discreet about his private life but when he sees you two during his matches? can’t hide much longer 

completely devoted but still know how to be a little strict 

wants his child to have the best education so he’s careful about everything 

get scared every time the baby is just a little sick 

overly protective ; especially when it comes to boy close to his girl

Bokuto Koutaro

He was made to be a father, you were sure about it. He loved children so much, there was no way he wouldn’t be happy to learn that you were pregnant. But it was still pretty stressful for you, because you were never sure of anything with Bokuto. 

Today was the day, because he was finally coming back home after being away with his teams for a few weeks. You couldn’t announce this to him on the phone so you had to wait for him to come back. When he entered your shared apartment, he had a huge smile on his lips. Being able to finally reunite with you was all he could ask for. 

You were sitting on the couch, and he almost immediately jumped on you. As the yapper he was, he started to talk about his trip and everything that happened. But you seemed lost in your thoughts, and he noticed it quickly. 

“What’s wrong babe?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You met his gaze and a sigh left your lips. “I have something to tell you,” you started, and Bokuto slowly frowned his eyebrows. Something was weird, and he didn’t like it at all. He stayed strangely silent while you were trying to find the right words to tell him the news. 

Another long sigh left your lips before you finally decided to say it out loud. “I’m pregnant, Kou.” And the silence after that was long. Too long for you, and you started to worry. Until a huge smile appeared on his lips. He grabbed your hands, eyes wide. “We’re expecting a baby? Really?” 

It was like all your worries fled away at this exact moment, and you slowly nodded with a smile on your own lips. “Yes, we’re expecting a baby.” Nothing could go wrong if it was with Bokuto after all. 

neither a girl’s dad or a boy’s dad ; just devoted and obsessed with his children 

had probably cry more than you when he saw your baby for the first time 

it’s like the accomplishment of his entire life 

not really the strict parent ; doing half of the stupidities with your boy 

will obviously teach him volleyball at the youngest age 

always playing with your son when he can ; doing his best to be as present as possible 

will show him to the camera during his interviews after a match 

always talking about you or the baby to everyone ; really the proudest 

a kid himself so obviously he know what to do to make the baby boy laugh 

thank you for reading!

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FIC IDEA WITH LANDO: So reader recently moved to Monaco bc of her job (any remote job u want and content creater) anyways she is working at a café just to get some money and lando is a customer. He flirts with her and stuff and she writes her number on the cup without him noticing at the moment. The reader then like a week later mentions it to her friend and talks about how he did not respond yet and like what exactly happened not knowing her friend was on live and her fans get invested and call this mystery boy “café boy” (kind of like Alix Earle with nfl man) Then McLaren invites the reader to the paddock and lando sees her and then have like a talk together in his drivers room and he mentions how he was nervous to text or something. After she makes a soft launch post captioned “my café boy 🤎”. IF U DO IT PLEASE TAG ME!

my coffee boy | l.n.

a/n: thank you so much @idkyet101sblog for the amazing idea 🤎

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Moving to Monaco had always been your dream. Living in the beautiful country right on the water, starting a new life in such a peaceful place and being able to follow your dreams.

It had been your dream ever since you were a little girl.

However, moving to Monaco was in itself very pricey. It hadn’t been easy, gathering the money you needed to lead a relatively comfortable lifestyle in the exclusivist country, but you had managed to do so.

And now, you now had to step up a bit until things got going for you.

And you figured that working at the local coffee shop was the best solution. At least just until you got settled in your new home country and your career kicked in.

You knew that Monaco was the home to a lot of athletes, especially Formula 1 drivers, but you didn't really expect to meet any of them. Monaco was not really as small of a place as people thought, you wouldn't just run into an F1 driver in the street that casually.

No, you run into them at coffee shops.

You had been minding your own business one day, thankful that it was still early and people were not yet coming for coffee. But then the entrance bell rang, and your eyes met the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on.

The one and only, Lando Norris.

You didn't want to seem like an obsessed fan, so you tried to keep your excitement at bay the best you could.

"Hello" he greeted when he approached the counter, that famous smirk adorning his features.

"Hi. What can I get you?" you asked sweetly, praying to God that he wouldn't notice the furious blush on your cheeks.

"I'll just have a cappuccino, love" he asked, giving you a dazzling smile.

You blushed even more and nodded, getting to work on his drink.

He didn't say anything else for a second, he just watched and admired your movements as you effortlessly prepared his coffee.

"I haven't seen you around here before, and trust me. I would have remembered a face as beautiful as yours" Lando suddenly asked, leaning forward against the counter.

You almost did a double take, not wanting to get your hopes up. Was he actually flirting with you? Were you just dreaming?

You cleared your throat before you answered, which made Lando smile even more cockily.

"I just moved here a couple of days ago, got a job with a modelling agency and figured I would work for some extra money until the modelling gigs kick in" you explained, looking at his from the corner of your eye to see his wide eyes when you mentioned being a model.

"With a face as beautiful as yours, figured you were a model of some sort. Nobody would pass on someone as pretty as you"

You blushed again, thankful that the shop was almost empty and people couldn't see you falling apart just from talking to the man.

"Do you flirt with every barista you meet, Mr. Norris?" you teased, pouring the drink into a to-go cup.

"Just the insanely pretty ones"

You chuckled and shook your head, taking the sharpie in your hand to write his name on the cup. As soon as you wrote his name, your hand moved on its own, scribbling your phone number underneath and the message 'call me <3' next to it.

Biting your lip, you gave him the drink with a smile, biding your goodbyes.

"I'll see you around, Y/N" he said, looking at your name tag.

"Okay" was all you could say, your mind too fuzzy to come up with a better response.

He turned around just before he exited the cafe, winking at you before departing.

What the hell had just happened?

♡♡♡♡♡

Much to your disappointment, a couple of days had gone by without a single text from the driver.

You hadn't thought much of it, way too busy with unpacking and such to even think about your encounter. It was our friend who kept asking you about it, going out of her mind when you mentioned you had given your number to an F1 driver.

"Y/N, come here, you left me all alone" Samantha, your friend, called out for you from the living room.

You sighed, unwillingly getting out of your very comfortable position on your bed and walked into the living room.

Not even paying attention to what Samantha was doing, you fell on the couch face first, your sore limbs tired from the short walk from the bedroom to the living room.

"I was very comfortable in bed, thank you very much" you mumbled, but Samantha paid you no mind.

She knew how grumpy you got in the evenings, so she had learned to ignore your comments in such instances.

"Has he texted you yet?" she asked, making you glare at her.

"I don't know how many times you've already asked me that and how many times I've given you the exact same answer. No, he hasn't" you grumbled, hiding your face in your pillow.

Samantha hummed, casting a sneaky glance to her phone.

"But like what exactly happened?" she pressed, making you sigh.

"It's not that interesting of a story. He came in the coffee shop, ordered a drink, we flirted a little and then I wrote my number on his cup" you explained once again, and unbeknownst to you, your fans were going wild over the information they had just heard.

Samantha almost wanted to laugh when she saw the dozens of comments flooding in, calling Lando the "mysterious café boy" that hadn't texted you.

"If I were him, I would have texted you the minute I walked out" she defended, making you sigh.

"But you're not him. There are numerous reasons that could explain why he hasn't texted me, he's a busy guy, Samantha" you defended, getting up from the couch to head back to your bedroom, so done with the conversation.

Samantha waited until the door was closed before switching her attention back to her phone.

"And there you go, ladies and gentlemen. Our girl is finally finding love" she giggled, clapping her hands.

If only Lando would have the courage to make the first step.

♡♡♡♡♡

You had always been a fan of Formula 1, you got that from your father. He would always bring you with him to races when you were younger, and his love and admiration was passed onto you from a very young age.

However, you hadn't attended a race in a while, you hadn't had the opportunity or the time to go to one.

Until now.

McLaren had contacted you a couple of days before the Silverstone Grand Prix, inviting you as their VIP guest for the weekend. And who were you to refuse a weekend with the team of the guy you were crushing on?

That's how you found yourself walking towards the McLaren hospitality, bag clutched tightly in your hand as you approached the brightly papaya colored building.

Sighing with a smile on your face, you had just put your hand on the handle when the door opened from the inside and Lando stepped out, stopping in his tracks when he saw you in front of him.

The both of you froze, not knowing how to react. The first one to break the tension was Lando, who smiled at you widely.

"Hey, Y/N. Long time no see" he said, making you chuckle and nod.

"Yeah"

He nodded, and silence settled for a split second between the two of you before he spoke up.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't text you. I saw your number, even saved it in my phone and was meaning to say something. I was just too nervous to screw things up, cause I really like you" he confessed, making your heartbeat quicken significantly.

Your eyes widened, and relief finally settled into your troubled mind. There had been so many thoughts and theories in your head about why he hadn't contacted you. Maybe you had misread the situation, maybe he wasn't interested, maybe he didn't see your number written next to his name, countless possibilities had been swirling around in your head.

But now, you were finally content. He was just nervous, bless his heart. If you were being fair, you would have been way too nervous to contact him if the roles had been reversed.

"Don't worry, it's okay" you reassured him, which made Lando feel better.

"I want to make it up to you. How about dinner tonight? My treat, I'll show you around the city" he suggested, his eyes full of hope.

You couldn't possibly deny him, so you found yourself nodding.

"Great" he smiled and leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek before departing towards the garage.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile.

He hadn't forgotten you after all.

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hello, i've been on the aziraphale-centric fics kick because he is one of my favorite characters ever :( <33 i wondered if you all have any azi centric fics to recommend? i really like hurt/comfort and hurt aziraphale :-) thank u <3

Hi. We have some Aziraphale-centric fics here, so check those out (it includes that one you're thinking of, so you don't need to add it in the notes). Here are some more...

A Gradual Acceleration by PunJedi (G)

Aziraphale has to deal with 6000 years worth of pent-up feelings and what happens when the world doesn't end on schedule. It's a tricky thing, love; his modus operandi has been to ignore it. But there reaches a point at which it simply cannot be ignored. Crowley is willing to wait, though.

It's Not The End Of The World by mellohirust (T)

“I think I'm still worried about… our old sides.” This is where he expects said bomb to explode. This is his fatal flaw, that he hasn't actually moved on, that things aren't actually as over as he wants them to be. It's all they've ever wanted, and they didn't truly have it. Not in his mind. Not somewhere deep within him, like a disease, like something he couldn't pry out of him. How selfish would he be, to drag the other down with him just for reassurance, force him to relive it all? Crowley stays quiet. Aziraphale feels as if he's confessed to something awful, like a part of him was fundamentally incompatible with the other. Aziraphale suspects both of these things could be the case and Crowley would love him anyway. He has it written down, somewhere in his mind, what Crowley ought to say. It’s not what he actually winds up saying. “Yeah,” the other finally mumbled, after what felt like eternity. He draws a breath. “Yeah, me too.” - Aziraphale hasn't been able to let himself rest in six thousand years. Crowley's determined to help him change that, even if addressing the root of the problem is more unpleasant and complicated than either would've hoped for.

So Still I Wait by HotCrossPigeon (T)

Aziraphale asks one too many questions. What is Heaven to do with their wayward Principality? Crowley picks up the pieces. (Solitary confinement warning)

A Hard World for Little Things by GiggleSnortBangDead (E)

When the Almighty Lord created the universe and decided that desire would exist within it, They hadn’t exactly said: “This shall go on top, and this on bottom.” But there was an ordering of things and a hierarchy of desire. That’s how it was explained to Aziraphale. All of us serve, he had been taught, and some of us are happy to serve a little more.

Night and Day by wyrmy (E)

Aziraphale Engel, black sheep of his strictly religious family, lives a quiet and monkish existence in the middle of London, trying to avoid the many temptations of the flesh and do his bit for the church that his father founded. But his quiet, untroubled, and unhappily narrow existence is about to come to an end, and he will be faced with the choice to give up even more of who he is or to survive in the real world.

Smitten at First Fright by Oopsynini (M)

Aziraphale has problems. No one needs to tell him so, he's well aware that his issues are many and in-between. He's an agoraphobic shut-in with a bad back and a sad past. It's a rule that, to most, he isn't much worth the effort of getting to know. Crowley doesn't seem to abide by any of that. He's an enigmatic gardener with a green thumb and a smile a thousand miles wide. It's something like love at first sight; if that included a panic attack and a minor foray into bird watching. Aziraphale is smitten, now if only he could get past his fears and admit it.

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[babiebom]

that's good to hear :)) i wish you luck with twitch! it's something i've wanted to do for years, but never had the courage to lmaooo i'm sure you'll do great! :]] oof yeah housing situations and planning is never fun :(( i wish you and your family the best <3 i've been alright! just getting by, but some friends and i are catching up for the fnaf movie, so i'm looking forward to that!! :D 👁️👁️if it's not too much trouble, than perhaps B,P,U for mr. qi? please? 😈 and i for sure would read that magnus oneshot fic if/when you post it :p the wizard fucker community is small but mighty, as they say~ -🔮

A/N:I hope you’re able to work up the courage to stream! My friend and I are mostly doing collabs until we get confident enough for solo streams~ the one we did yesterday night was fun and people were nice! We’re doing like a whole week of streaming except for like 2 days. Also by the time you read this it’s probably been days since but my friends and I watched the fnaf movie and I personally liked it even though it wasn’t really lore accurate I know some people are mad but it was still good to me. I think they all acted really well. I hope you enjoy it and this~I also wonder if there’s a mod to marry mr.qi???

Tw: sexual content

Alphabet post Masterlist

B-Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think he prefers his partners eyes. You know the eyes are the windows to the soul, and he believes that. He can see what you’re feeling and thinking when he focuses on your eyes. He can tell when you’re hurt, when you’re excited, when you’re needy. It’s easier than asking what you’re feeling to him. The fact that he thinks your eyes are pretty is just a bonus.

On himself I think he would have the very quirky girl answer of his favorite body part of his own being his mind. If you argue that his mind is not a body part he will switch and say his brain or he will double down and say he can choose what he wants. In all he just likes the determination he has, the sheer will power that he possesses is his favorite part of himself, it’s led him this far and allowed him to do what he wants, no way is he choosing anything over that.

P-Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on what part of sex you’re in. In the beginning he will go rough and fast, not too fast like he’s jackhammering. It’s to get you desperate and wanting him, then in the middle he slows down does rough shallow thrusts that are so slow that it makes you upset. Then at the end it’s more of a hard grind as he thrusts, like now he’s actively trying to get you to that point where you can tip over the edge and feel bliss. Every time you have sex it’s a journey with his pacing. If you want something consistent you would have to take control.

U-Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases SO MUCH. The man thinks it’s funny for you to plead and whine with him, or maybe you give out threats and promises in order to get him to do what you want and just make you cum. He will not let you finish until he thinks you’ve earned it. He will sit over you, laughing with a glint in his eyes, watching as you struggle to ge thin to do what you want him to. And just so you know he will drag it out, edge you for a VERY long time. Also a very big fan or ruined orgasms

[merakiui]

mer reader who’s a betta fish, mermaid looking with graceful fins that flow as they swim. they could be out there minding their business under the sea then octotrio’s like “ARE U TRYING TO SEDUCE ME!?!? BC IT’S WORKING”

how r u mera? currently having bfast, hope you’ve eaten too☺️🫶💗

Omg yes! You swim past them with your pretty, flowing fins and they’re all thinking: are we about to mate right now???? Is this a courtship display????? 👀 always-horny seafood… >_< although with that in mind, it makes me think about what’s considered fashionable and attractive under the sea and how the standards on land must have surely surprised and even confused the trio, much like how the concept of wearing clothes and shoes was something they had to get accustomed to.

I am well!! Currently I’m working on discord mod Scaramouche. I believe I’m nearing 20 pages and I’m not yet even at the main sex scene. orz it’s been too much fun to write, so I wasn’t expecting to write something so lengthy. My apologies to those waiting for new Lunar Love Hotel orders. ;;; but I hope that what you are eating is delicious and that you are also well! I have also eaten and will make sure to continue to do so each day! 💖💖

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A Splash of Color

(art by @amyhayanora)

Summary:

After having been restored to her own body, it was time for Naminé to find a permanent home. Somewhere she belonged. Somewhere she felt safe and wanted. There was a place like this and a person very eager to see her again.

Rating: General

Genre: Romance

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Disney/Square Enix.

This story has been written as part of the Rokunami zine in 2022 ❤

Thank you so much to the zine mods, the project was a pleasure to take part in and it was absolutely worth it! ❤ 10/10 would do it again

Another big thank you goes to @amyhayanora who I was lucky to collaborate with and who ended up drawing the beautiful banner to this story ❤

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Please enjoy!

To say that Naminé was nervous was an understatement. Her heart pounded, her lip trembled and her stomach fluttered when she finally came to a stop in front of the Old Mansion. The place she might be calling home from now on.

"What are you afraid of?"

Ansem the Wise, who was accompanying her on her way, looked at her inquiringly, but Naminé just shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know," she murmured, but she knew very well. Rejection . What if they had changed their minds about letting her live with them? 

“They are very happy to welcome you to their home,” Ansem the Wise tried reassuring her, and despite her mostly negative experience with the man, she felt touched by the recent kindness he’d shown her. "Any friend of Sora's can't help but be open to other hearts. And I know Roxas especially is very eager to see you again."

Color rose into Naminé's cheeks, and she tried to hide it behind her braid that rested over her right shoulder, very well aware of the amused smile that had appeared on Ansem the Wise’s face.

"I hope so."

"Well then, are you ready?"

No . "Yes," she said anyway, and Ansem the Wise stepped forward to ring the doorbell. 

Even though it took merely a minute or two for the doors to open, to Naminé, it felt like hours. She clutched the small potted plant in her arms harder against her chest as she dug her white sneakers into the dirt path.

Maybe nobody was home? Maybe they decided they didn't want her to live with them after all? Maybe—?

And then, finally , the double doors opened and revealed the blond-haired boy Naminé had been longing to meet again the most. 

"Axel, if you forgot your keys again , I swear I'll—" he started grumbling, but as his gaze wandered from her light denim overall skirt and white shirt up to her face, recognition kicked in, and his expression turned from surprised to flustered.

“Naminé?”

“Hello, Roxas,” Naminé replied and allowed herself a small, relieved smile. Time seemed to stand still as the two of them gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Hello, Roxas,” Ansem the Wise greeted Roxas as well, who Roxas acknowledged with a nod before turning back to Naminé.

“I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow.”

“Is it a bad time?”

“No no no, not at all!" Roxas frantically waved his arms around. "It’s just that I would’ve come to the train station to meet you.” He took a step back and looked up at Ansem the Wise. “Please, come in.”

Ansem the Wise shook his head and waved Roxas off. “I simply came to see Naminé off. I hope you’ll all get along well together. Good luck.” He turned to leave, but Naminé stopped him.

“Lord Ansem? Thank you. For everything.”

"You're very welcome, my dear. Take care. You’re always welcome to visit Radiant Garden. All of you are."

He walked off in the direction of the woods, arms behind his back, and Naminé followed Roxas inside, past the heavy doors into the big foyer. There, Roxas seemed a little lost for a second, and Naminé took the opportunity to examine him more closely. Even though Roxas ran a hand through his hair and smoothed down a couple of strands, they sprang back up into their signature windswept look immediately. He looked healthy, too—the dark bags underneath his eyes that Naminé saw in his memories before were completely gone, and it seemed like he’d grown a few inches since the last time she’d seen him.

All in all, he looked happy with that slight grin on his lips as his ocean blue eyes met hers.

Naminé's cheeks grew warm.

"Sorry about that!" he told her sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. "I was a little taken off guard for a second there. Can I take your backpack?"

"It's okay, it's not heavy at all. But you can take this." Naminé handed him the plant and added, "This is a gift, for all of you, for letting me move in. It’s a Calathea, and it symbolizes a new beginning.”

"That's perfect for us,” Roxas replied with a smile. “Isa and Axel aren't really into that stuff, but Xion will love it. Thank you."

“Speaking of which, are they home?”

"Isa and Axel are at work. I know, I know! Who would’ve thought Axel had it in him, right? And Olette invited Xion over so she can share some of her old clothes with her for the time being.” Naminé saw him bite his lip. “How’s your situation?”

“I’m good. I’m smaller than Kairi, so she offered me a ton of clothes she can’t fit into anymore.”

“Is she okay?”

“She tries to be.”

Roxas nodded, and Naminé was very glad that he didn’t push the topic further.

"Let me give you a little tour of the house,” he said. “As you can see, we turned the foyer into our living room. The couches are secondhand, but we cleaned them all up and they're really comfortable." He wriggled his way through the couches and coffee table to a small, inconspicuous side table near the garden doors. 

"And look, we just found the perfect spot for our little Calendula!"

"Calathea!" With her hand covering her lower face, Naminé started to giggle at Roxas’s disarming grin as he just shrugged at her correction before leading her through the rest of the house. At the end, there were only two rooms left for Naminé to see.

"And this is my room." He reached past her to turn the doorknob and push the door open. “Sorry, it’s still a little messy, I just finished painting the walls.” 

Curious, Naminé stepped closer to the door and looked inside. Indeed, a few buckets and cans of paint were still standing next to one of the surprisingly dark blue walls, but the color worked well with the black furniture and light sheets and curtains. 

“It’s cozy,” she reassured him when her eyes caught an empty stand next to a beanbag in the corner of the room. “You have a guitar?”

“Not yet,” Roxas explained as he rubbed his neck. “I found this stand in the library, I assume it was a violin stand beforehand. Either way, I want to buy one, one day. I hate admitting it, but I was always kind of jealous of Demyx's sitar.”

“That sounds nice. Having a dream to look forward to.”

Naminé smiled sadly. She didn’t know what she wanted to do, what she looked forward to. As of now, she seemed to live aimlessly, just watching the days go by.

"You can find one, too. You just need some time and a place to think about it. Which reminds me—" he pulled his door closed and turned around, to the door opposite his.

"This is your room."

"It’s the White Room." 

Not waiting for a reply, Naminé walked past him and opened the door herself. As always, the evening sun's rays filtered in through the delicate white curtain as it danced in the wind. 

“Is this okay?” Roxas asked. “I know you might not have the best memories of this room.”

“This room wasn't so bad, you know?” Naminé replied, and after dropping off her backpack next to the bed, she walked across the room to the wide windows to peer through the curtains. “I’ve always liked the view from here. I loved drawing the animals in the woods in my free time.”

She turned back to Roxas. “And it was in this room that we finally got to talk for a few minutes. Even if it was mostly through a hologram of me.”

“This is where you told me the truth,” Roxas remembered now and Naminé nodded. “You promised we would meet again.”

“And we did.”

Naminé smiled and looked around the room before sighing.

“What’s the matter?”

“The room wasn’t so bad, but it always felt cold with its white walls and white furniture. With my pale skin, blond hair and white skirt, I blended right in. Like I didn’t exist. And I didn’t.”

“But now you do,” Roxas emphasized, “and with a little bit of color, the room will soon feel much more inviting. Gimme a sec!”

Naminé cocked her head, but before she could ask Roxas what he meant, he had sprinted out of the room and returned just as quickly, this time with some paint, a paint roller and paintbrush in hand.

“How about a splash of color on your walls?” he asked her as he opened the bucket of white paint, then a can of dark blue paint. “We could paint one or two of your walls in any shade of blue you want. We don’t have any other colors at home currently—”

“Blue is fine! I really like pastel blue.”

Roxas grinned and handed Naminé the can. Together, they mixed the right shade and after taping off the floor and side walls, they started to paint. It didn’t take long for Naminé to hum happily as she was painting and soon, Roxas joined in. They grinned and smiled at each other as they attacked the white of the wall.

“Oh no,” Naminé murmured as she looked down at a small dresser closest to the wall they were painting. She tried to remove the paint with her finger, but it only spread over the white surface.

“What’s wrong?”

“The paint splashed on the dresser.”

Roxas climbed down the ladder he had propped up against the wall and looked at the dresser, then at Naminé, then back at the dresser before taking his wet paint roll and rolling it over the top of the dresser.

“Roxas!”

“You wanted more color in your life, so why don't we paint more than just your wall?” 

"But—"

Before Naminé was able to react, Roxas scooped up some paint from the paint roller and bopped her nose. She stared at him speechless, trying to process what had just happened, and it seemed like Roxas had also just now realized what he’d done.

"Naminé? I—I'm sorry, I didn't think—"

Neither did Naminé, apparently, because this time, she was the one who dipped her finger into the paint bucket and quickly drew a line across Roxas's cheek, leaving him dumbfounded and her giggling.

"Oh, it is on ," he teased and chased her around as she tried to escape his wet paintbrush with a squeak.

At the end of the day, Naminé and Roxas flopped down on her bed, covered in splashes of blue, muscles sore from laughing and giggling, but proud of having finished painting the wall, her dresser and a few side stools for plants.

“I’ll be right back,” Roxas promised after a few minutes and dashed outside while Naminé sat up and looked over her room. She couldn’t help but smile—it really felt a lot more homey with this little change, and she got to make a new memory with Roxas while doing this.

Naminé pressed her hands against her warm cheeks when Roxas returned.

"I lied when I said we've been living off of pizza. We've also been living off of these ."

“Sea-salt ice cream?” Naminé asked him with a grin as she took the bar he offered her and inspected it closely.

“Yep! Our fridge is filled to the brim with these. House rule.”

Naminé giggled and under the watchful eyes of Roxas, she took her first bite of the ice cream bar.

“So?” He bounced up and down on the bed like an excited puppy, and it was at that moment that Naminé decided to play a little prank on him. “What do you think?”

“It’s salty. And sweet.”

“Yes!”

“It’s disgusting.”

Color drained from Roxas’s face and he gasped, completely in shock. “What?”

“I’m just kidding! It’s delicious, thank you.”

Roxas puffed his cheeks out and nudged her playfully. “You gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry!” Naminé giggled and soon, Roxas chimed in until enough of his ice cream bar melted that it dripped on his pants, which only resulted in the both of them giggling harder.

In the end, they calmed down, and with her heart pounding out of her chest, Naminé leaned her head against Roxas’s shoulder. He stiffened under her touch and she considered sitting up straight again, but then she felt him rest his head on her own and she suddenly felt warm all over.

“Roxas? Thank you for making me feel at home.”

“You’re more than welcome.”

[cellgatinbo]

hey hope u dont mind me asking but how hell did u get the mods from qsmp to work bc i am Struggling rn

...it was not an easy task LMAO. i think i fought with it for like an hour or so, working out conflicts, compatible versions, which certain ones that just broke the whole pack altogether, etc. at one point i literally when through the whole list, enabling them one by one, until i found the one thing breaking it all (embeddium) and just scrapping it.

i might be able to help if you give some more details on what's breaking, but the main most annoying problems i had were: i couldn't get waterframes/watermedia to work, no versions were compatible with each other??? and if you have embeddium, GET RID OF IT. it made everything crash instantly every time without even a log which was the most annoying thing everrrrr.

edit: i could've sworn it was embeddium and that i removed it but looking now it's installed again and working fine this time. so fuck me i guess

[mey-ts4]

How install override skins whit the HQ mod🎀

Thats tutorial is how install correct default skin replacement with the hq mod.

For what reason my skin's default doesn't work?? If you want to install default underwear with HQ mod, check out my tutorial.

If you use the HQ mod, you know that to have it work correctly, you need to install replacement HQ files. The problem with them is that when you install a cas override mod, your game looks as if you had never put the mods on your mods file. This happens because you have two overrides at the same time, and for overrides you can only have 1, so in this tutorial I will show you how to remove the Hq override that does not allow you to use the default mod of your skin.

First

U must have to have the latest versions of the Hq file replacement of the base game. In previous versions we had a Hq skins package, and that was so simple how to delete this file, but in the latest versions we have 3 files of overrides: BG_HQ_6, BG_HQ_7, and BG_HQ_8, and now we need to manually delete the textures with the list that the Hq´s replace creator gives us. It´s not a difficult process but is slow .___.

Second

When the Sims4Studio opens, we will open the BG_HQ_6. THE PROCESS IS THE SAME WHIT ALL PACKAGE. I´LL ONLY SHOW U WHIT THIS BECAUSE IS LITERALLY THE SAME WHIT THE LEFT OVER!!

Third

Into the package we will go to the HQ ID cas listand we will copy and paste the ids in our notes bloc (for if you have problems copying the ids on the S4 studio; if you don't have problems with this, only copy directly from the page).

and after we will copy the ID´s one at a time and click filter. If you click filter and you don't see textures, check that you don't have spaces in the text on the searcher.

After selecting the texture, click in the delete button and repeat the same process with all IDs in the list and the other packages. BG_HQ_7, BG_HQ_8,

Remember save the changes!!!!

Literally, that's all. It's not that complicated, just slow. If for some reason the S4 Studio is slow when you hit save, it's normal. Just let it load. Even if it doesn't respond, eventually it will. Keep in mind that you are deleting textures from a file. about 3 or 2 gb.

And that's all!! I hope that if you are having a problem with this, that tut can be useful. If your Sims look black in the game, it's probably that the skin override that you installed is incomplete, so if you want, you can see my realistic default skin that is compatible here ୨ৎ

Override underwear tut coming soon⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

[kafus]

i would super love to hear another cool pokemon story if there's one you wanna share!! literally anything; all your pokemon posts are so interesting and engaging to read ♡ also!!! i hope you're doing well and finding reason to smile each day

ogh THANK U i hope ur doing well as well

one of these days i might run out of stories 😭 BUT i don’t think i’ve talked about the pokemon competition i went to when i was around 8 years old??? and i’ve been thinking about that recently so why not

i’ve talked before about how my interest in pokemon as a young person was defined by loneliness/isolation and how i never really had the social pokemon experience that most people did, so the few times i actually got to interact with other people over the shared interest stick out very strongly in my brain. in particular when i was i Think 8 years old, there used to be a small family-owned video game store in my town (it shut down a long time ago unfortunately, i miss it) and they ran events sometimes. i managed to find out they were running a singles competition in pokemon battle revolution, and my mom actually agreed to taking me

it’s important to keep in mind that i was like 8 and i didn’t know shit about competitive battling. i loved sinnoh and had pokemon i thought were strong but at this time i didn’t even know natures affected stats. i was an inexperienced little girl and i just brought my team of in-game guys that i liked. amusingly i was the only girl there, i just remember walking in and being surrounded by boys LOL both my age and older, like there were some older teens and maaaybe adults idk

anyway all things considered i actually got decently far because competitive mons was much more niche back then and no one knew what they were doing LMAO. i was mostly pitting my in-game mons against other kids’ in-game mons. i knew type matchups by heart and had some pretty decent pokemon to my memory - i don’t remember my entire team but i know i had torterra and articuno at least (articuno was one of my favorite pokemon at the time)

eventually i was… like… idk right before semi finals? i wasn’t quite in the top 4, i think i was in the top 8? i went up against an older boy who actually knew what he was doing and had a genuine competitive team. i’m not sure how old he actually was, at the time anyone above the age of 13 looked like an adult to me lol, i’m guessing in retrospect he was 17 or something. he THOROUGHLY kicked my ass with fucking BLISSEY TOXIC STALL lmao. at the time i was dumbfounded at how his blissey just took no fucking damage and it’s really funny being able to understand what happened in retrospect, i kept bringing my special attackers not being aware of blissey’s extremely lopsided defensive stats.

you’d think i would have been upset about losing but i was moreso really impressed with this guy’s blissey, and then smth i’ll never forget, after i lost he shook my hand and looked at me in the eyes and said that i did a good job and that i should keep playing pokemon because he thinks from the way that i played that i had a lot of potential. i was literally over the moon, it meant so much to be acknowledged with full seriousness by someone so much older than me who also lest we forget literally just beat my ass with toxic stall lol. having my interest in pokemon validated and being told i was good at it just made my entire week. or month. or year tbh.

nowadays that i’m a ribbon master mod and going to my first regionals next month, i think about that guy a lot. perhaps i was a late bloomer but i think whatever he saw in me was real. not that i’m the best pokemon player ever or something, and i’m certainly still learning a lot about vgc in particular, but like. yeah i do really care about this game and i think i have the potential to be good at it. and it was prophesized long agodjdjdk

always be nice to kids cause small gestures like that can stick with someone for the rest of their life tbh

[saintmeghanmarkle]

SaintMeghanMarkle reminder about the sub rules on politics by u/Negative_Difference4

SaintMeghanMarkle reminder about the sub rules on politics Dear Sinners​Hope you had a fab weekend! ​A quick reminder about the sub rules especially with the upcoming elections globally. But in particular, the American election. ​Now while elections are super important and it is understandable why each side is so hot and bothered by each outcome. We just want to remind you that SaintMeghanMarkle is not the best place for this discussion. There’s plenty of other subs… if not, create your own just for the election! You will probably find other sinners on these subs. I know Sinners are a highly diverse bunch of people. ​Also telling others what not to post (apart from the Archie and Lili don’t exist theory. Because it doesn't respect the kids) will not be condoned. Suggesting that people are unhinged for having an opinion / theory that’s different to yours will also not be tolerated. ​Reminder of the rules:Only political posts related to Harry and Meghan directly can be included on the sub.If a relevant post has exhausted its debate potential and has resorted to going off topic and becoming divisive and is becoming difficult to moderate, the post will be locked but not deleted. So the post will be visible to the sub and people can upvote. Divisive political comments will be removed. But also bear in mind that SaintMeghanMarkle isn’t a Trump / Biden / politics free zone. There maybe occasional / relevant references in politics / memes and people shouldn't be so butt hurt over a name or reference. Learn to ignore / downvote and move on! If a user is being super problematic, then report it to the mods. Please do not spam with false reports… you’re creating a lot of work for us and it looks hella like a sugar esp as we don’t know who is making these false reports or the context. Then these false reports are escalated to Reddit admin, who can see who is making the false reports and the accounts then get suspended. I hope this explains our side of the issue. The reports also look hella problematic when random posts from 2 years ago are being reported. That’s why we have to escalate the report abuse to admin. Telling others what not to post (apart from the Archie and Lili don’t exist theory) will not be condoned. Especially if OP are asking you to stay away from the politics and focus on the story or the post is literally a picture of a newspaper section about Harry and Meghan and also includes the related Trump story. Note, generally that there is never an issue with off topic headlines in newspaper … as its a picture of a newspaper page! Suggesting that people are unhinged for having an opinion / theory that’s different to yours will also not be tolerated. You do not get to make others feel bad on this sub for having a different opinion. post link: https://ift.tt/1jv0Ceb author: Negative_Difference4 submitted: February 27, 2024 at 05:13PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[ticklishshenanigansau]

Ticklish Shenanigans - Chapter 50

Turbo Hide-and-Seek

Mod Yosh ~ Denise, Papyrus, Toriel Mod Kitty ~ Flowey, Frisk, Sans

Startled by the quiet knock and Denise's voice, Sans quickly — but gently — untangled himself from Papyrus, mopping away his brother's tears and then his own, putting on a soft smile. "u-uh, come in, denise. what's up?"

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Papyrus softly cleared his throat to keep his voice from cracking. “Come in, Deni!”

Denise walked in with a weak smile and closed the door behind her before sitting on the bed next to them. “Hey, guys. I.... I wanna know what's going on."

“Huh? What do you—”

“With Flowey I mean. I-I heard what you two were saying. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just wanted to show Sans something, but ... I knew I had to try and comfort you first....”

Papyrus’ SOUL skipped a beat in utter horror. This was not good. If she found a way to make them tell what happened — and he knew she could make anyone confess anything with enough tickling if she felt the situation was dire enough — then she might fall victim to Flowey's torment next! It was already dangerous enough for Angel to know, and Frisk was at risk as well, even with how little she knew of the situation. "Umm!... W-We weren't talking about Flowey! We were ... talking about someone else.”

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Sans felt the same horror — the same types of thoughts rushing through his mind. He didn't allow his smile to falter. Giving Papyrus's hand a subtle squeeze and a meaningful look, he attempted to placate the human with a subversive bit of fudged truth — this time with more fib. "hey, it's all right, pap. i guess i'm comfortable enough with her to know a little bit about it." He faced the girl. "we were just talkin' about a nightmare i've had. i get 'em a lot, and pap helps me by talkin' me through it, like what we'd do if it really happened. it's a therapeutic kinda thing. but, uh, it's also kinda personal, so, it'd be really appreciated if ya didn't let your curiosity get the better of you, ya'know?" He tilted his head. "so, uh, there was something you wanted to show me?" He desperately hoped she'd buy it for her own sake.

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Sans' explanation made sense. Denise knew of his nightmares, and it'd only be natural for Papyrus to help him through them with a heart-to-heart ... or rather SOUL-to-SOUL. And Angel did bite Flowey's leaf that one time, so that probably explained why he was so sour with her. She finally nodded with a soft smile. “Alright, I understand. Sorry for jumping to any conclusions. Anyway, yeah, remember that one pony I said you'd love a while back? Well, coincidentally, the very episode that debuts her as a character is about to start. Do you wanna come see it? You can come too, Papyrus, if you'd like. I just know you'll be connected to Pinkie Pie immediately; she's just about as friendly and optimistic as you are."

Papyrus held back a loud sigh of relief. Thank Goodness she bought it.... It still hurt not being completely honest with her, but if he learned anything from Sans, it was that sometimes you needed to stretch the truth to keep your loved ones safe.

On the subject of the show, he couldn't help but grin at the thought of a cartoon character resembling him, his mood already perking back up. “Really? Wowie, sounds fun! I doubt this Pink Pie—”

“Pinkie Pie.”

“—character can capture the same level of greatness and friendliness as the Great Papyrus himself, but I'm still very much intrigued!”

----

Greatly relieved, Sans's smile became slightly more genuine. "yeah, i'm up for that." Sliding off the bed, he chuckled at his brother's enthusiasm and headed downstairs.

Frisk was laying on her back at this point, drumming the couch cushion with her feet. She sat up with a grin when the others appeared, however.

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“Hey, Frisk! Sorry for taking so long. Papyrus decided to tag along too. Anyway, let's watch the episode!”

“Yes, we shall!” Papyrus raced to the couch and scooped Frisk up, spinning her around a bit, before sitting down and plopping her in his lap with a giddy giggle.

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"It's okay, now we can speed through a couple commer—eeeeehehee!" Frisk squealed and giggled at the rush of excitement, settling happily in the younger skeleton's lap. Holding the remote out, she unpaused the television. "...—cials, hehe."

Sans sat beside Papyrus, leaning against him heavily, wanting to savor every normal moment with his brother.

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Grinning, Papyrus wrapped an arm around Sans and pulled him in for a one-armed hug.

Denise sat down next to Sans. “This episode is the fourth in the second season, so you may not understand most of the characters until you've watched some of the earlier ones. But it's still a great episode! It's based around the human holiday of Halloween. Oh, uh, I'm not sure if you monsters have it.”

“Well, we did have Human Hunter's Night." Papyrus explained. "It's where we dress as humans so the humans from the war wouldn't hunt us down and attack us, instead tricking them into accepting us as their own. That's how the story goes, anyway. While I loved dressing up and going around Snowdin Town collecting monster candy, I was never really a fan of the story behind it.”

“Wow, that sounds so much like Halloween where we dressed as monsters to avoid ... well, being attacked. ...Halloween suddenly doesn't sound too great anymore.”

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Focusing on the colorful characters onscreen, only half paying attention to the conversation next to him, Sans finally started to really relax, letting thoughts of Flowey be pushed from the forefront of his mind. At Luna's reveal, he chuckled softly with a smile. "heh, i really like her mane...." Then after a few more moments, "geeze, she can rival your volume level, pap, haha!"

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Denise grinned in elated dumbfoundment at Sans' comment, being reminded of the numerically prior episode.

“A Royal Canterlot Voice, eh? I must learn the ways of using it! It'll surely make me more popular and noticeable! This show is very cute and colorful and upbeat and ... pony-y!” Papyrus giggled to himself.

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Sans's smile suddenly grew. "hey, the pink one's pinkie pie, right?" He elbowed his brother's ribs gently, glancing up with a broad, teasing smirk and a snicker. "watch out, denise is callin' you a chicken, pap."

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“Huh?” It took Papyrus a few moments to find the connection Sans was making, and once he did, he glared humorously at Denise. “Heeeeey!”

“Ahaha! I am not! Sans, quit lying, hehee!"

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Sans chuckled mirthfully into his hand. "hehehee! okay~hee, i'll be good." Settling down again, he continued watching. He was surprised to find himself a bit affected by Luna's backstory as Denise had predicted. Though he certainly had an easier time fitting in than the character was having, he empathized with her feelings of isolation, of being different. Seeing her so downcast resounded with his own self-turmoil, and he stayed quiet, engrossed.

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“Just wait until I show you Season Five, Episode Thirteen," Denise said, sensing Sans' ever-growing interest in the character and show, settling down with the others to finish watching the episode.

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Sans blinked and glanced at her. "five seasons? geeze, sounds like we're innit for the long haul, heheh." When the episode wrapped up, he chuckled. "well, i liked it. i'd willingly watch more."

"It's so cute! I want some ponies for my room!" Frisk declared.

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“As a matter of fact, there are six seasons, three movies, dozens of comics, and plenty of shorts online — and counting! I'm so glad you all liked it!”

“Most definitely!" Papyrus agreed. "One thing's for certain: whenever I'm feeling down, I'm gonna start watching this show! It sure seemed to get us over the ... the nightmare Sans had. Is there anymore we can watch right now?”

Denise searched through the show listings on the channel and frowned. “Doesn't seem like it. Oh, I know what I can do! I still have plenty of money from when I ... well, er, st-stole from my foster parents before they kicked me out...." They deserved it for keeping me away from Frisk anyway, she thought to herself. "I'll buy a GamerBOX and download Gridflix on it. That way we can watch all kinds of shows and movies. We'll have a pony mare-athon!"

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Sans was a little saddened to hear the older human had resorted to stealing, but she sounded as if she knew it hadn't been right. He let it slide. After all, she was being completely honest when he himself wasn't.

He still chuckled at her pun. "sounds like we're gonna have a lot to keep us happy for awhile, bro." Resting against Papyrus again, he closed his eyes.

"If you get a GamerBOX, can we get some games for it too?" Frisk asked eagerly.

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“Nyeheheh! Most definitely!” Papyrus grinned happily, all too eager to ignore the pun, and snuggled against Sans, hugging him close.

“Of course! There are a few games I've always wanted to try. There's another game I really wanna play, but it's only on PC. It's a game about a human and a monster who fall into a world of darkness and ... wait a second.” She narrowed her eyes in thought, then shrugged it off. “Eh, never mind. There's still plenty of time before the electronic store closes, so I'll run over there after lunch to pick one up. Thankfully, my foster father was a gaming addict, so I was able to learn how to set them up easily. It'll be lots of fun introducing the monsters to video games!”

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Giggling, Frisk agreed, "Yeah, it'll be funny to see Sans play something he can't cheat at."

Sans opened an eyesocket. "yeah? i'll find a way, kiddo."

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Denise giggled. “Perhaps you can even find a game you can beat him at, sis. Heh, he actually strikes me as the type to rock at rhythm and intellectual games.”

“Are there any puzzle video games?” Papyrus inquired hopefully.

“Oh, tons! In fact, a lot of games have puzzles in them. For example, there's this one game about a lawyer who looks for evidence and tries to connect the evidence to correlating events so he can prove his clients not guilty." Her grin suddenly turned sheepish. "At least ... that's what I've gathered from an Internet crossover project with ponies."

“Wowie! I can't wait to try that! The human world is so wonderful!”

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Seeing Sans looking so relaxed against his brother, and, as it was around noontime — and fairly certain they'd have a little time still before lunch, Frisk spoke up. "Yeah ... it's been such a lovely day today." It wasn't the exact phrase they'd agreed on, but the little girl was sure Denise and Papyrus would understand her meaning. She looked at the two to see if they agreed the time was right or not.

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Indeed, Denise picked up on her sister's phrase immediately. “It sure has, hasn't it? Things can only go uphill from here. Right, Papy?"

Papyrus realized with a start that he didn't seem to share the sisters' enthusiasm anymore. He and Sans were both to be greeted with harsh torture later on in the evening, so the last thing Sans needed was more unbearable torture prior. “Er.... Denise, Frisk, can I talk to you two in private?”

“Huh? Uhh.... Sure.” Denise followed Papyrus into the other room, shooting Frisk a confused look as they went.

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Frisk shrugged at her sister, trotting after the taller skeleton. "What is it?" she asked when out of earshot of the older brother.

As they left the room — and especially at his brother's absence, Sans's smile faded and he somehow felt just a little colder, wrapping his arms around his legs, staring off at nothing in particular.

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“Umm...." Papyrus knew he had to be careful choosing the right words to sound convincing enough, but not give anything important away. "I don't think today would be the best time to use the tickle chair on him.”

The disappointment on his girlfriend's face appeared immeasurable. “What?! How come? I was so excited to get him in it!"

“W-Well.... Remember how he woke up from a nightmare? It was a really bad one. I don't wanna scare him. Besides, there may be a chance he still suspects us of having a plan to go against him. Wouldn't it be safer to do it tomorrow, when there's a lesser chance he'd know?”

“I suppose you're right. Man, I was so excited....”

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"Awww, okay.... I guess we should come up with a new code phrase to use tomorrow though, just in case he catches on!" Frisk suggested.

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Papyrus smiled warmly. He didn't know why he had been so worried. Denise respected Sans' well-being, and Frisk loved him like a brother. They truly were the kindest humans he had ever met — even though he hadn't met all that many. “Thanks so much for understanding, girls. As for a new code.... How about what Denise had said? ‘Things can only go uphill from here’?”

“Perfect!" the young woman exclaimed. "We'll execute the attack once we come home from work tomorrow.”

“We'll also need to be prepared for if he uses teleportation. If I remember his pranks well enough, he prefers hiding in bathrooms, rooftops, closets, and other obscure places. We'll need to make sure we can predict where he'll flee so we can tickle him enough until he's too exhausted to use his magic. Then we can strap him down!”

“Good idea, Papy!”

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"Sounds like a good plan. What about your blue magic? Would that keep him from teleporting?" the little girl inquired.

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“It can make teleportation more difficult, and it'll drain a lot of magic from him," the skeleton recounted, "but the amount drained is unpredictable. There's a chance he could lose all his magic, and that's very dangerous for a monster. We wouldn't want him to face another situation where he can't fight or flee." He grinned broadly. "Besides, it's just more fun to tickle him to exhaustion! Nyeheheh!”

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Denise nodded. "I guess it's good that the most fun way to bring him down is also the safest." Her eager smile suddenly morphed into a concerned frown. "Speaking of, Papyrus? Is Sans doing okay? Is... Is it a good idea to be doing this even tomorrow?"

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“I-I'm sure it'll be okay....” Papyrus didn't entirely trust even himself with that answer. The upcoming evening was surely going to rattle him up, especially considering he had gone so long already without partaking in Flowey's sessions. Would Sans be well enough for tomorrow's attack from his own family? “If not, I'll let you know, and we can postpone again.”

“Alright. I sure do hope he'll be fine in the end.”

“Sans, Papyrus, Denise, Frisk!" Toriel called from the adjacent room. "Lunch is ready!”

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Frisk nodded at Papyrus's answer, then giggled at Toriel's call, starting for the kitchen. "I guess it's a good thing we didn't go for it anyway, we wouldn't have had time to really do anything."

Sans jolted back into the moment from his anxious haze, and stood up from the couch. He hesitated, putting on his mask of a grin before walking to the kitchen table and taking a seat.

Flowey smiled eagerly at the pie, ready to taste it after having smelled it while it baked.

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“C'mon, let's go!” Denise trotted into the kitchen and sat down at the table, noticing that the pie looked rather appetizing — she just hoped the filling would look as good as the outer crust.

Papyrus followed and sat down next to Sans. “Have you ever had snail pie before, Sans? I'm pretty excited to try it!”

“I hope everyone will enjoy it." Toriel placed Flowey on the table next to her and began dishing out slices to each member.

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Flowey immediately dove for his plate, biting through the crust and slurping up the snails enthusiastically, making pleased noises as he chewed, eyes closed.

"no, i, uh, haven't," Sans replied, glancing sideways at the SOULless creature. Toriel could have served him the greasiest, ketchup-covered junk food, and he'd still feel the same. "actually ... i'm not really hungry right now. save my slice for me, okay? i'll have it later." Getting up, he walked out of the kitchen as casually as he could manage, hands trembling in his pockets.

Frisk frowned as Sans left, but quickly turned her attention back to her lunch. Cutting off a small piece from the end, she stabbed her fork into it and stuck it in her mouth. Beyond not being able to quite shake the fact that she was eating snails, it didn't taste bad. "Hmm ... chewy," she commented, then cut off another piece.

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Papyrus stared at the archway where his brother had disappeared behind for a few moments. Then he stood up. “Excuse me, I'll be right back.” With an apologetic look to the others, he followed Sans into the other room.

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Denise felt heavily concerned for the brothers, but her mood quickly manifested into mild disgust when she turned her attention back to the pie. The inside did not look as appetizing. Stars, she could easily make out each individual mollusk in the goopy, gelatinous filling. Still, she forked up a bite-sized piece. Bracing herself, she took a bite and slowly chewed — only to gag and cover her mouth to keep from spitting it out.

“Oh, dear!" Toriel looked startled over at the young woman. "My child, are you okay?”

Denise nodded, just barely managing to swallow. She shuddered. “S-Sorry. Guess I'm just really picky when it comes to texture. It's just so ... slimy.” She hoped she hadn't just offended the boss monster and her hard work.

“Well, I suppose not everyone likes everything. Don't worry, dear, it's perfectly fine. I'm sure Flowey would be more than happy to have your share.” Toriel smiled fondly as she watched the little flower gobble up his portion with gusto.

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Flowey paused and nodded vigorously. "Just slide it down here, friend!"

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“Okay, then.” Denise slid her plate over to Flowey, then chuckled. “It's kinda ironic, actually. Usually, snails are decomposers of plants, yet Flowey seems to really like them. It's almost as if he's part goat monster. Like you, Ms. Toriel!"

Toriel giggled lightly, looking down at the flower. She took notice of how eagerly Flowey was eating her pie. It reminded her so much of Asriel. A lot of his qualities reminded her of the fallen monster prince as a matter of fact. And now, being compared to her as the goat monster she was — the same species that her precious son had been....

“Ms. Toriel? Are you okay?...” Denise gave a sudden gasp, looking horrified. "Oh, gosh! I insulted you by assuming goats eat everything, didn't I? Oh, I'm so sorry!"

“O-Oh! No, Denise, it wasn't that, please do not worry." With a sad smile, she wiped at her eyes, not surprised to find she had been shedding tears. “I was just ... thinking about someone....”

“O-Okay, good. Um ... who were you thinking about, if you don't mind me asking?"

The boss monster sighed softly, looking down at her paws. She flipped them over, staring down at her padded palms. She was beginning to forget the feel of the mini-boss' paws in her own. “...I was thinking of my son. My little Asriel. I miss him so very much. I'm sure he would've loved to enjoy my snail pie with the rest of us. He would've enjoyed watching your favorite cartoon with you, Denise. He would've loved to play with Frisk, puzzle with Papyrus, relax with Sans, talk with Flowey, snuggle with Angel.... H-He would have loved it up here.” She began to weep.

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Flowey slowly stopped eating, noticing his leaves were trembling. He was such a twisted creature now, so different from who he once was — who his mother expected him to be. Even if there was a chance to regain his SOUL, he probably could never look at anyone the same way he could before with all he'd done to them — every possibility he'd extracted from them made them less and less like people and more like toys, knowing what buttons to press to spur particular reactions. The prince she mourned truly was dead, he could never be what she wanted him to be again.

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“Oh, Ms. Toriel." Denise's voice came out as a sympathetic whisper. "I'm so sorry."

Toriel sniffed. “Th-Thank you. I ... I just wish he'd never died. But ... I know Asriel would have wanted me to continue living my life to the fullest. I shall keep doing that, but I'll never forget him. I just ... wish I could see him one last time....”

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She was better off sorrowfully pining than having her wish come true to see who he'd become. Noticing Frisk was giving him a look, Flowey glared at her until she pouted and focused on something else.

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“I suppose not all dreams are meant to come true," Toriel continued solemnly. "I just hope he's in a better place.” She smiled, finding a little comfort in the thought. She turned her attention to the little flower beside her. “Flowey, did you enjoy your lunch?"

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Flowey snapped straight back into his friendly façade, though he didn't have to pretend much about the topic. "Golly, that was the best, Mom! I hope you'll make it more, even if it's not everyone's favorite!" He proceeded to devour the rest from Denise's plate.

—-

Toriel hummed softly in contentment. “Perhaps I will. I quite enjoy the dish myself."

“Hey, Ms. Toriel, I'm gonna run off to the store to pick up a GamerBOX," Denise said, rising up to her feet.

“Very well, then. Be safe, dear.”

“I will. Bye, Frisk, bye, Flowey. See you two later." With a parting wave, Denise headed up towards Sans' room.

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"See you later, Deni!" Frisk called, finishing her pie. It was definitely more edible than she'd thought — if she didn't think about it too much.

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"I would like to thank you and your sister for trying my pie," Toriel said, regaining her warm and genuine smile, “even if you may not have enjoyed it nearly as much as Flowey had.”

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"Thanks for making it, Mom! I'm glad I got to try it," Frisk answered honestly.

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The boss monster gave a pleased giggle with arched eyes, then turned back to the flower. "Flowey, would you like one more slice before I put the pie away?"

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Perking up on his stem, Flowey smiled. "Really, I can have more? Golly, then, yes please, I'll have one more piece!"

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“Very well, then.” Toriel portioned another half-slice onto his place. “I'm so happy you like it.”

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"Thanks! Golly, you are wonderful!" Flowey ate this piece a little more slowly, though no less enthusiastically, savoring every bite. He briefly wondered if there could ever come a day where snail pie would become old and boring to him like so many other things — but for now, it didn't seem likely.

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As the flower ate, Toriel planted a tender kiss on his forehead. She rose out of her seat and approached the counter, preparing a sheet of aluminum foil to wrap over what remained of their lunch.

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Flowey sighed in a satisfied way that could be passed off as happy.

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"There we go," she said, slipping the pie and the brothers' uneaten slices in the fridge. "I'm sure Flowey would be more than happy to eat the leftovers. I must finish planning for next week, so I will see you two later.” Nuzzling Flowey and Frisk lovingly, she made her way back up the stairs to her study.

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"Okay! I love you, Mom!" Frisk said, smiling at the nuzzle. When Toriel was out of sight, she fixed her stare on Flowey again.

"...What?" the creature asked when he finally noticed.

"She misses you."

"So what!?"

"...."

"Look, there's nothing I can do, okay? If I told her, she'd only be disappointed and cry more and be miserable that she can't have her son back when it looks like there's a chance. There isn't. So, stop trying to guilt me. I can't even feel guilt!"

"It would be nice if you gave her that option."

Flowey huffed with an exasperated sound.

~~~ ---- ~~~

Swiftly approaching his brother once he left the kitchen, Papyrus lowered his voice as best he could so the others wouldn't hear. “Are you okay, brother? ...Are you still worried about tonight?"

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Sans gazed down at the floor, but leaned up next to Papyrus. "y-yeah ... and, yeah.... just, i don't have an appetite with him so close right now," he said quietly with a listless shrug. He looked up. "you should go eat if ya can though, bro. don't worry, i'm just gonna get a little more sleep."

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Papyrus shook his head firmly. “Not a chance, Sans. I left you behind once before, and look what's happened to you. I'm... I'm not leaving you alone again when you're so scared. I can always eat later.”

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"pap...." Sans didn't want Papyrus to have to coddle him ... but.... "o-okay. i was, uh, just gonna crash on the couch, but we can go find a bed if that's more comfy for ya." He reached for his brother's hand, gently taking it with a squeeze.

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Papyrus returned the gentle affection with a soft squeeze of his own. “I don't mind wherever we go. I.... I don't really wanna be away from you, either," he admitted. "I'm comforting myself knowing I can help you. That's ... part of the reason why I don't wanna leave. It makes me feel like ... like I can do something.”

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Sans relaxed at that with a genuine smile. "heh, all right." In a blink, he teleported them to his room. "haven't slept on my old bed for a little while now," he said, chuckling, tugging Papyrus up next to him and getting comfortable.

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“Alright, I suppose this is adequate. Just don't get any more nightmares here!” Papyrus smiled as he lay down next to Sans, snuggling up with him.

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"heheh, and don't you start becomin' a lazybones like me," Sans chuckled, curling up beside Papyrus, feeling safe and calm for the moment.

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“Like I could ever be lazy like you...~" The taller skeleton started to gently poke his brother's ribs in a teasing, noncommittal fashion.

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"a-ahaa! hey~hehe! c-cut it out! hahaaha!" With eyes arched, Sans gently danced his fingers against Papyrus's neck as he giggled and twitched.

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“Nyehehee! H-Heheyhee! For a lazybones, you suhure are moving a lot!” Playfulness stoked, Papyrus slid an arm around Sans to lightly trail his fingers along his backbone. He giggled happily, tilting his head back to allow Sans easier access to his neck.

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Shivering in delight, Sans shifted himself even closer so Papyrus could reach his back more easily, humming and giggling, keeping up his own affectionate assault. "hmhm~! hehehee! love you s-so muhuch, bro! hm~hmm!"

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“Eheheehee! Lohove you, too, brohother!” Now that Sans was closer, he was able to use both hands to gently spider his fingers up and down his vertebrae.

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Slightly wiggling, but not at all fighting, Sans breathed out trembly exhales through a content smile, gingerly circling fingertips along Papyrus's nape. "mm~hmhm ... f-feels so ni~hee~ce, heh. i-if we h-have enough energy ah~after tonight ... you w-wanna do m-more of this t' ca~ahlm down?" he asked softly.

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“Nyeheheheeee!~ Without quehestion! Eheehe!" All of a sudden, Papyrus' eyes widened with a surprised squeal. He yanked his feet away from the foot of the bed. “WHAHA–?! S-Something just tickled my toes! Was that you, Sans?”

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With a squeaky gasp, Sans sat up, cradling his toes. "kkh~hn.... nah, it got me too. 'sides, i can't quite reach your toes if i'm gettin' your neck." He peered at the foot of the bed, eyes flicking to the cracked open door. "i think we may have a tickle monster lurkin' around here ... or rather a tickle human!"

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“A tickle human, huh? Well.... You know the best way to capture a tickle human, right?” Papyrus smirked deviously as he followed his brother's gaze to the foot of the bed. There was no question who was hiding behind the baseboard.

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Sans smirked as well, raising his voice a little. "oh, do tell, bro. what is the best way to capture a tickle human?"

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“Why, it's very simple! To capture a tickle human....” With swift speed, Papyrus lunged to the foot of the bed and reached out, finding purchase on Denise's arms. He dragged her up onto the bed and placed her between himself and his brother, poking a phalange into her navel and wiggling. “You must fight fire with fire! Nyehehehehe!”

Denise squealed as she was grabbed. She curled up in response to the tickling, manically kicking out her legs. “Eeeeeheheeehee!! N-No, stahahaahaap! Papyruuuus!”

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"looks pretty effective, bro!" Chuckling, Sans grabbed an electric toothbrush from the nearby drawer. "huh, good thing she keeps these so handy, huh?" With a teasing grin, he wiggled it showily between finger and thumb.

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“Ooooo!” Grinning excitedly, Papyrus pinned Denise's arms down above her head. “Use it, use it!”

“NonoNO! Dohon't! Saaaaans!" Denise struggled and squirmed around, unable to free herself from her boyfriend's tight grip.

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Sans grinned rather wickedly at her, flicking the brush off and on — though it made his hand tingle. "heheheh ... maybe i'll think about sparing you if you tell me your plan to get me in that chair, huh?"

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“H-Hey!" Denise yelped, eyes wide, looking incredibly put upon. "You'd have to tickle Papyrus and Frisk about that too, you know!”

“Wowie, thanks for throwing us under the bus...."

“I-I won't tell, though!..."

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"oh, so you do have a plan. and you're all in on it, huh? well, that's a little helpful, but not enough, i'm afraid." Turning the brush on and keeping it that way, he sat up right beside her and gave her a wink. "unless you've all got different ideas, i only need one of ya to break." He eased the very tips of the buzzing bristles to lightly rest on her navel rim.

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“Eeeeheeheeeheeee! Nohonono!” She struggled around and kicked out.

Worried that Sans would successfully tickle their plan out of the human, Papyrus suddenly let go of Denise, pretending as if she had yanked herself out of his grip. “Oops.”

In an instant, Denise fought to push Sans away, still giggling wildly. “Pahapyrus, help! Gehet Frisk!”

“Got it!” With a salute, the taller skeleton leapt from the bed and rushed for the room's exit.

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"where d'ya think you're goin', huh?" Sans chuckled, turning both of their SOULs blue as he spoke, reeling his brother back toward him slowly, and gently forcing Denise down on her back. "you both are really gonna get it ... and then the one who doesn't tell me is reeeally gonna get it, heheh." His spell wasn't quite as strong split between the two of them, however.

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Denise squealed in surprise and tried to sit up against the magic's effect.

“OH, NO!” Papyrus laughed and squirmed with nervous energy, trying to claw at the carpet as he was pulled back to the bed. “FRISK, HELP! SANS IS REBELLING AND HAS CAPTURED US!”

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Idly poking a finger in the human's navel and wiggling it, Sans directed Papyrus up against the side of the bed instead of on it since he had nothing to tie his brother down with. Summoning a half-dozen harmless bones, he sent them to prod and trail over the younger skeleton's sensitive spots.

Hearing Papyrus's call for assistance, Frisk gave Flowey a gentle tap where his nose would be. "Think about it." Then, she hurried to come to their aid.

"I have," Flowey grumbled as she rushed off.

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"Aaaahaaahaahaha!! Stahappit, hehehee!" Denise wailed, struggling to push Sans' hands away.

“NYAHAAHAHA! SAHAAANS!" Papyrus swatted at the bones with spastic waves of his arms, thumping his heels against the ground.

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Battling with Denise's hands, Sans finally summoned a couple more bones to block and distract against her attempts while he tried using the brush on her again.

Frisk burst in the room with a giggle, charging immediately for the smaller skeleton, but was quickly caught in his spell too — weakening his magical hold on the other two — and lifted and lowered her gently in his lap. Wrapping his legs around her, he relentlessly scritched at her side with the hand not holding the brush. It was a lot to juggle at once, but Sans could manage the multitasking — as long as they didn't turn the tables and break his concentration.

"heheheh! now i've got all the masterminds in on the plot. i wonder who's gonna be the one to spill the beans...."

Squealing, Frisk squirmed and wriggled in Sans's grasp. "Eeheeehee~! Oh no! Hahaa—! Heheee~heee!"

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“Noho, not the brush! AaaAAAhaahaaaa!!” Throwing her head back to thump against the pillow, she desperately battled with the distracting bones, all the while squealing loudly with laughter.

“W-Wehe MUST fight bahaack!” Papyrus only had enough concentration to summon one trembling bone, and he used it to relentlessly poke and prod at Sans' grooves on his back.

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Sans gasped sharply with a yelp, arching and flopping down on his back, everything else stopping for a moment, then resuming at a much less effective and more shaky pace than before. "kkhh~heheee, n-no, none of that!"

Now laying back with him, Frisk tugged a hand free and groped for a rib as she giggled wildly, making the small skeleton falter again with a squeak.

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Now that the tickling was beginning to falter, Papyrus was able to concentrate enough to summon more bones to poke at Sans' underarms and ribs. "NYAAHAA! Keeheep it uhup!"

Denise hadn't been able to do much of anything as far as retaliating, but she was able to swipe the toothbrush out of his hands. “Hahah!”

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Seeing as things were quickly turning south for him ��� and how they could easily gang-tickle him regardless if they put him in the chair or not — Sans relinquished his magic against them and teleported to the bathroom. Locking the door, he continued to giggle heartily from the fun of it all, and the lingering tingles.

"Hehehe! Looks like we were too much for him," Frisk said, giggling and holding her sides.

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Papyrus laughed jovially with the two humans. When he calmed back down, he began to ponder the situation. Sans seemed to be having fun despite knowing the three of them were conspiring against him. Perhaps, so long as they didn't go too overboard with him.... "Well ... maybe we can put our plan into action after all."

“Yes!" Denise pumped a fist in the air with a light jump. “Alright, Frisk, you keep on the lookout for Sans once I drive him out of the bathroom. Papyrus, you can wait up on the roof in case he decides to flee there. C'mon, sis, let's go!” She raced to the kitchen to retrieve a butter knife, then ran to the bathroom and grinned as she slipped the tip into the knob's lock hole, twisting it in slow suspense. “Look out, Sansy! We're coming for you!”

With an excited laugh, Papyrus rushed downstairs and out the front door. Once outside, he built a staircase of bones and climbed them up to the roof, giggling in anticipation as he hid behind the chimney duct.

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"Haha, okay!" Frisk agreed excitedly, starting to keep patrol.

Hearing the lock giving, Sans rolled his eyes, pushing his weight against the door. "geeze, why do i even bother with locks with you guys around? heh, i'm still not gonna make it easy for ya!" He disappeared as the door opened, reappearing on top of the house with a soft snicker.

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Denise heard him teleport from inside, and the sound of footsteps overhead indicated he fled to the roof, just as Papyrus predicted. She giggled giddily and proceeded to assist Frisk in patrolling the house, waiting for him to flee back inside.

Papyrus leapt out from hiding as soon as he spotted his brother and glomped him with a cry of delight, immediately wiggling his fingers along his ribs mercilessly. “Gotcha, brother! Nyeh heh heh heh!”

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"aaaaah~haaa! paaaap!" Sans cried shrilly, eyes wide in surprise, quickly falling into guffaws and writhing. "aaahaaahaa! haaha! noho! no!" He thought he'd at least get a little break in this spot, but Papyrus must have recalled one of the places he liked to troll him with at home while still Underground, before his brother knew of his ability. Enduring the drawn-out ticklish agony through slowing time for himself, Sans gathered his wits and took a shortcut to behind the garbage bins at the side of the house.

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“Uh-oh!... Where did he go?” The taller skeleton began peering over the roof's ledges in search of his brother.

Denise had heard the laughter and thumping from the roof abruptly stop, but she didn't hear Sans appear in the house. “Keep looking around, Frisk, I'm gonna go check outside.” She rushed outside through the back door and began scouring around the house for Sans, making her way to the trash bins first.

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Seeing the human walking toward his hiding spot, Sans stilled as much as he could, holding a hand over his mouth as he attempted to quiet his panting. Rapid-fire shortcuts were starting to wear him down rather quickly, along with the tickling.

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Papyrus stealthily trotted to the side of the house and peered down, spotting Sans hiding behind the bins. Also spotting Denise, he waved to her to catch her attention.

Denise looked up and was about to call out to her boyfriend when he placed a finger over his own teeth as a signal to keep quiet. She watched as he pointed down to the bins, and she smirked. Sneaking up to the bins, she caught sight of Sans' jacket. Weaving her way through, she finally pounced, tickling his ribs fast and hard. “There you are! Ahaha!”

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"ggaaah—! haaaaaaahaa! g-geeheeze! ahee thihink ahehe'm staharting to f-fihigure out y-your plahahaan!" Fighting her hands with a bit of desperation, he turned her SOUL blue and gently pushed out his hand in front of him to magically shove her off before teleporting back inside, sliding beneath his old bed.

Unluckily for him, Frisk was still keeping guard of the upstairs and heard the noise — mainly muffled gasps for breath — and tiptoed over to the older skeleton's room. Peeking inside to see seemingly no one there, she searched around, then dove under the bed.

They gave a yelp and a shriek respectively upon seeing each other — Frisk only startled at his pinprick eyes in the darkness and the sudden sound he'd made. Then she giggled giddily, reaching for him and wiggling her fingers across his back, poking at his sweet spot.

"eee—! heee! n-nahaaa! k-kihiddo, no!" Rolling out from under the bed, he teleported to Toriel's closet, huffing and panting steadily now.

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Toriel nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden noise. She got up from her workspace and opened the closet, furrowing her brows in an uneven mix of confusion and annoyance. “Sans? What on earth are you doing in my closet? What’s happened to you?”

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"s-sorry ... hhff ... f-for disturbin' ya.... heh, p-playin' basically t-turbo hh ... hide'n'seek with the others, heh...." Sans answered in near-exhaustion.

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The boss monster laughed behind a paw. “Ohoho, you poor thing! It seems they're just trying to wear you down enough to get you into that tickle chair. Well....” Her look of amusement suddenly morphed into one of devilishness. “Normally I would wish to help you, but as you suspected last night ... I myself am very eager to see you in that chair and have your cute little feetsies all to myself.” With an excited bleat, Toriel reached out to tickle the skeleton’s ribs.

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Sans realized his huge mistake as he scrabbled back and hit the wall, laughing raucously after a frantic squeal. "aheeiieeehaaahaaa! nonono—! waaahaaiiiit! ahaaahaa!" Unable to concentrate enough to teleport, and too drained to manipulate time, Sans pulled out one more desperate idea, summoning a blaster — which rumbled with mirth, like an echo of laughter — sending it to nudge and nuzzle against the boss monster's soles.

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With a surprised squeal, Toriel fell over in her attempt to pull her paws away. Her eyes widened when she spotted the attack hovering behind her. “Good heavens!”

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"hhhnnn~nn...! g-gotta go n-now...! hh, bye...!" Sans wheezed out, using the rest of his energy to teleport back to the bathroom, relocking the entirely-useless-lock. This time he kept his blaster attack out to guard the door. Almost entirely spent, Sans knew they'd have him the next time they caught him.

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Hiiii, first, I just want to say that I appreciate u and all that u do 🥺🥺 love thiis blog so much!! Just want to ask if there are fics where Aziraphale leaves and Crowley looks for him? Preferably happy ending, please 🥺✨

Hello and thank you! Here are some fics in which Aziraphale leaves or disappears...

Wherever You Are Is Home by Boy-garbage (G)

Prompt: After they went to the Ritz after Armageddon’t Aziraphale panics and leaves. When Crowley looks for him, the book shop is almost empty. But he finds something. A clue. Then Crowley ‘hunts’ his angel all over the world. (then he finds him in his (Crowleys) London apartment. You can use this or something of this. As you like. Never done this before. I hope you feel better soon<3

(Prompt from @abirdonalilactree on tumblr!)

Okay so I followed this... mostly. My brain liked this idea and decided to run with it. I'm not sure why I wrote it in present tense. I hope you like it!!!

Searching For You by Izabella95 (G)

Aziraphale decides he wants to have some fun. He leaves clues all over London for Crowley to try and find him. What will happen when Crowley does find the Angel?

The Way to Your Heart by The_Bentley (E)

The failed Apocalypse had left Aziraphale with shattered beliefs, confused thoughts and unresolved feelings towards his best friend that had been eating away at him since they were exiled from Heaven and Hell. He realised now the conflict inside his head had reached the point it was becoming mentally crippling. This had to be resolved one way or another, and Crowley, for fear of moving too fast for Aziraphale, would leave the first move to him. Everything lay in Aziraphale’s hands if they were to progress forward.

Maybe now that he was away from Crowley and familiar surroundings steeped with the history of their friendship, he could get his mind to settle enough to think properly.

Or, the one where Aziraphale becomes so emotionally constipated, he runs away with the selkies.

Wherever you are, I'll come to you by Aida666 (M)

It’s been almost whole six months since they stopped the whole Armageddon thingy and even though Aziraphale is more than happy they did it, he still had hard time when it came to coping with the fact he is no longer welcomed to Heaven. And so he "runs away" from London unintentionally setting another prophecy into motion. Will Crowley and the rest be able to save him before it's too late?

From Hell, With Love by Zeckarin (T)

Aziraphale leaves the bookshop without a word or a note. Crowley doesn't take it very well. But the reason behind the angel's disappearance is way worse than our dear demon thinks.

how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by bibliocratic (G)

After the Apocalypse, and with characteristic slowness, both Crowley and Aziraphale think there might be something they need to sit down and talk about.

And then Aziraphale disappears.

Mod note: It is not tagged for, but this fic does contained extended psychological torture, so please be ware of that and take care!

- Mod D

[sylwanin-was-right]

I attended my first classroom lesson in Kelutral and it was rlly nice!

It was the first time the two teachers (ma Tekre and ma Wllìm) tried that type of lesson, which was mainly a vocab lesson where they chose a general theme—this theme was "feelings"—and looked at a list of 20 common words related to that theme (we, then, applied those words to basic grammar lessons and did a v small bit of listening and speaking practice).

Apparently it was only supposed to be an hr lesson, but aside from time taken to correct ppl on using spoilers (LMAO), and some repeating of lesson mayerial for ppl would couldnt keep up, it was v engaging and i liked it! It honestly didnt even feel like 2 hrs.

I know a lot already, at least abt the grammar, and i actually accidentally clicked the notif for the lesson bc i thought it was just a post instead of a notif abt vc lesson lol. But i stayed cuz i figured it would be engaging and also productive at least somewhat. It rlly was for me cuz i study grammar more than i study vocab lol (i didnt actually know a lot of the 20 words!).

I rlly liked the formatting of this lesson and I hope they do it again! A few suggestions that come to mind for the next lesson like this:

An in-chat moderator to answer questions so the main speaking teacher can be interrupted as little as possible for backlogged questions or ppl who need help w miscillanious things, like finding links, asking where we are, or using discord features like spoilers or technical issues (at one point i got off task bc i had to ask if Tekre was still screensharing bc it didnt appear on my phone bc my app was glitchinng and losing connection rlly badly).

A disclaimer, verbal check, and class participatory test to make sure everyone knows how to use discord features related to excersies lol - there was a lot of time and a bit of frustration from ppl not knowing how to use spoilers for the first listening assignment, which is understandable bc not everyon knows computer stuff beyond the basic interface, and it was distracting and defeated the point of the lesson (which was to listen for words and write down what u thought u heard to practice phonetic and spelling skills, but spoilered so others wouldnt see ur answer). Eventually the ppl who couldnt understand or find the right commands or keys to spoiler did so and things went along a lot smoother. So perhaps before the lesson begins, a poll comment can be created in the chat by the mods/teachers for ppl to react to to see if anyone needs a short toturial for using discord features. Then everyone in the class can do something engaging like writing a simple sentence (regardless of mistakes) or word abt the theme in spoilers or whatever the task is in the chat. I understand this sounds shorter in theory than it does in practice so maybe an period of 10-15 mins before the official lesson begins can be used to ensure ppl know how to do the task.

A short guideline for the day's lesson plan written and pinned to maybe a classroom channel so ppl have an idea of how things go? A lil iffy on this one cuz i usually have classroom stuff muted until now and i never signed up for any classes cuz i do study work on my own, so idk if this or similar was done. I did like that we used the google document for the lesson but perhaps an overview or just quick bullet point of the class events and instructions could be of use, esp for timing!

Overall i rlly enjoyed the lesson and want to attend more now! I made a practice paragraph that ma Tekre reviewed and corrected for a few errors i made (i cant find it anymore rip, but i did a pretty good job w a few case ending errors). Sivako!

[jokerman9540]

(This part has my oc self lore so get ready for it)

As Luna, peppino and the others go to the pizza place. Anon(will now be preferred as onion to separate the differences between him and other anons) is seen holding a bag of marbles. Anton asks what's in it and Onion responds with two words, "Dimensional marbles"

Anton: "Dimensional what now?"

Onion: "Dimensional marbles. I hope u don't ask further questions. "

Snotty had to beg the question once again, so Onion confessed of what he really is.

Onion: "Look, they are kept in this bag, nice and tight. They can impact anything if fate brings them together. Looks like they brought four marbles together. One of these marbles is your universe"

A clump of four marbles is shown, one the icon for pizza tower, another for Anton blast, and two other ones, stuck together.

"Fate melted them together, and I suppse how you got here"

Snotty: "Must be so dangerous, then why do you own such a collection? And can they really impact this world here?"

Stopping by a nearby puddle, Onion drizzled the pizza tower marble in the crystal clear water of said puddle. It started raining. But it was temporary, as wipe was pulled out to clean the marble, and the atmosphere started clearing up.

Snotty: "well that was a coincidence though."

Onion: "Oh yeah? Do you want me so smash all of them into pieces?"

Anton: OK! WE GET THE POINT DONT SMASH THE MARBLES!

Onion: Just messing with u all! I ain't gonna smash them! But seriously, they just connected somehow one day, and I went to here to check the damage.

Anton: Who are u really though, Give it to us straight.

Onion: Don't you all simple minds understand? I control all universes in this bag! I'm not a God, it's just my responsibility to make sure they don't get into the wrong hands.

Snotty: Then why bring the bag with you?

Onion: I can't leave them at my place, because, because, BECAUSE!

Anton: Because what?!?!

Onion: I don't have an official home.

(Btw, this is just a concept of scripture, but really. My oc actually holds the bag to the wariolike universes, like sugary spire and pizza tower. You don't have to put this in if you don't want to. This message in parenthesesis is for the mod)

(This does sound cool, but I feel like this would work better for your own blog. I’m trying to keep most OC’s out of my blog (with a few inspired exceptions down the line.) but good on you!)

[golbrocklovely]

since i have nothing to post until my 13 nights of halloween...

here are more of colby’s tweets from 2019.

i'm leaving out december, bc it needs to be its own post since there are so many from that time (bc he did a mini q&a).

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

~~~~~~~~~~

Oct. 5 - HALLOWEEN IS THE BEST HOLIDAY

Oct. 7 - i’m sick of most people in LA

@/MODSUN: But i love u

you’re an exception Mod

Oct. 9 - i hope your left toe doesn’t look like that lmao (reply to someone)

his eyebrows, hair, eyes, nose, skin EVERYTHING IS PERFECT @/ColbyBrock u need some chapstick tho

Oct. 11 - my lips are constantly chapped what do i do

Oct. 12 - life’s a party sorry mom

Oct. 13 - i have so much love to give

Oct. 15 - it’s crazy how much i play something up in my mind when in reality it doesn’t even matter at all

Oct. 17 - i never thought i’d say this .. but early november i’m dropping a Country song.. with a music video get ready

Oct. 20 - so happy to hear you guys are enjoying the new series. we’ve poured everything into this

Oct. 21 - everything’s so much easier when you have a best friend to fall back on

Oct. 23 - life’s been a lot more …. enjoyable ever since i met you

Oct 24 - i’m the bad guy

@/DavidAlvareeezy: Prove it. Break my heart

you won’t like me when i’m angry

Oct. 25 - i wanna be your escape from reality

Oct. 28 - if i’m not leaving the house i’m wearing the same thing everyday

i just wanna make cool shit. new forms of art. doesn’t matter what

Nov. 2 - stay strong brother (about aaron <3)

Nov. 3 - i wonder if my postmates driver eats my french fries

i’m tired of shitty dudes trying to fight me at the club for literally no reason

(to this day… his HOTTEST tweet. no i will not explain further lol)

i miss making the legendary trap house videos there i said it

Nov. 7 - your reminder that you have so much purpose. life’s just a game that can be easily beatable. you’ll know why soon

Nov. 10 - just cartwheeled the red carpet at @/peopleschoice awards why are we like this

Random Fan: @/ColbyBrock : I’d date a fan Also colby: continues to ignore all of us and likes basically all of amber‘s instagram pictures

@/AmberScholl: um yea what’s up with that?? only “basically all” it should be ALL smh

Nov. 13 - one sec

Nov. 14 - please take care of yourself and put your phone down every once in a while

Nov. 15 - if the world was ending tonight who would be by your side ? keep those people close to you

Nov. 16 - i pass out at 8pm just to be wide awake now at 3am so i can’t fall asleep then i’m so tired the next day and i fall asleep at 8pm again. lmao why

@/itscoreyscherer: Same

lonely hours

Nov. 19 - i need a girl who’s not afraid to go to haunted places with me

(yo the amount of replies this got??? insane lol)

Nov. 20 - update : i’m still a crackhead

Nov. 25 - i don’t have many friends cause it’s hard for me to let people in

Nov. 26 - save the koalas

Nov. 27 - i’ve always thought @/SamGolbach had BDE… birth day energy #happy23rd

run into random lady at the grocery store: “hey aren’t you that kid from vine?” “yup, that’s me” “…. what ever happened to you?” thanks.

Nov. 29 - you guys have my back, and im forever grateful for that

(sksksks the DRAMA of this tweet…. good times.)