#(( feel free to skip over this xD ))

[desultory-novice]

Silly question, BUT! What if, humor me for a moment please...

One of Adeleine's old bullies/people who tried to poison her and Noir, somehow ran into her on Popstar and discovered she not only is a well known hero, BUT ALSO has a bunch of terrifyingly overpowered creatures as friends?

Apologies Adeleine is not the type to hold a grudge. If such a person showed up, rather than publicly indicate to her giant hammer-wielding penguin friend that this was the person who broke her stuff and made her sad (and in an extremely roundabout way led to the death of her brother but SHE has no way of knowing that...) she would probably privately give them her best frown before BOOPing them on the face with her magic paintbrush and call it payback.

Then she would return to the people she cares about the most while leaving them stunned at how things have shifted since those days. (You get back what you put in!)

Adeleine's friends are, in the end, not tools of vengeance to flaunt to those who hurt her feelings back in the day. Her friends are there to celebrate the good times with her. (That said, big softie or not, King Dedede could be quite intimidating for her when needed. XD)

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Now, White-Haired Noir has some... stories ...from their past that Adeleine never knew. Stories that if they were to become known, ought to make the people he killed feel lucky their bodies are lost deep beneath the permafrost when the group reached Shiver Star.

I doubt much shocks Meta Knight, and Kirby, Waddle Dee, and Ribbon would probably be more sad than anything, but King Dedede? Who finds himself growing paternally protective of the siblings in either universe? That revelation would not be pretty...

[strawberry--bride]

~ 🍓⚰️ A GUIDE TO MY SHIP: SUBARON EDITION 🍓 ⚰️~

Disclaimer: It’s totally fine to disagree with my ship, but please don’t leave any hate. uwu There’s enough room on this platform for every ship to be enjoyed and appreciated. :3

1. FIRST MEETING

Sharon met Subaru alongside his brothers when she first arrived at the Sakamaki manor. 

Being his usual, short-tempered and asocial self, he certainly did not make the best first impression. His violent tendencies were more than enough to keep her away at first, since she certainly did not want to end up like one of the walls.

Other than that, she did not think much of him at first. The whole situation was very overwhelming and with five other - potentially dangerous - Vampires to deal with, she had plenty of other things on her mind. 

So no, it definitely wasn’t one of those ‘love at first sight’ or ‘instant spark’ kind of moments.

2. EARLY DEVELOPMENT

Some of the early moments which allowed them to grow closer would mostly stem from Sharon’s caring and motherly nature. Subaru often gets into fights at school or on the street, sometimes leading to injuries. Even though he’s a threat and some fear remained in her heart, Sharon is very much the type of person who would not be able to turn a blind eye to someone ‘in need’. 

During this time, she is still very deep into her whole ‘I have to help others to be useful’ phase, so it just feels natural to her to try and care for him. While this would often trigger a negative reaction from the male (lashing out, pushing her away, etc.), she strangely enough kept on coming back. 

At this point, both of them had a lot of trouble understanding the other. Subaru has a lot of feelings of self-hate, so he did not understand why someone would worry about or want to care for a monster like himself. Meanwhile Sharon had very little experience with people rejecting her kindness. It triggered that stubborn side of her, which wanted him to accept that it’s okay to rely on others at times. 

Even though Subaru could not understand her motives, he’s also been deprived of any kind of ‘motherly’ love, so deep down, there was a side of him which secretly enjoyed the care and attention he was given.

3. FALLING IN LOVE

It is hard to pinpoint an exact moment in time when the two of them fell in love, since it was very much a case of slow burn. It stemmed from curiosity and wanting to understand the other’s ‘puzzling’ behavior, to learning more about each other’s pasts and making genuine efforts to understand each other.

Both of them have suffered similar traumas in the sense that they were deprived from a normal, loving family. While Sharon got to experience it for a short while, she lost her parents early and also blames herself for their death. Meanwhile Subaru does have some memories of a loving mother as well, but more often than not, he was confronted with a woman who had been tainted and lost her sanity as a result. Similarly, he also blames himself for her unfortunate fate.

While their traumas might be similar, the way they cope with the negative emotions linked to them could not be any more different. Subaru relies on violence and will lash out at anything or anyone in his surroundings. He tries to shelter himself from the world, believing that this is the only way for him to not cause anyone harm. 

Meanwhile Sharon does the exact opposite. She has to constantly be there for others and show them kindness, love and affection as a way to validate herself as well as make up for the mistakes she made in the past. However this behavior can very easily lead to ‘self-sacrificing’ as she neglects her own wellbeing and becomes vulnerable to manipulation. 

What eventually brings the two of them together is that they push each other to be a better version of themselves. Sharon confronts Subaru about his destructive behavior and tries to show him that he is not the monster he believes to be. She doesn’t expect him to be a Saint, but she wants him to learn embrace the kind heart hidden deep inside of him. 

Meanwhile Subaru prompts Sharon to be a little more selfish and live for her own sake instead of for someone else’s sake. While some of her kindness is definitely genuine, he teaches her that she doesn’t always have to be happy and smiling and that it’s fine to display an array of different emotions or even get mad at times.

4. CONFESSION

Surprisingly enough, Sharon was actually the first to admit to her feelings for Subaru and confess. (She even blurted it out like the single-brain-celled idiot she is.)

It did take some courage, but she simply could not keep it a secret any longer and with how much of a tsundere Subaru can be, it was probably for the best. Otherwise they would still be awkwardly exchanging glances and getting all blushy around each other to this day.

5. COUPLE LIFE

Once they make their relationship official, Sharon becomes a lot more upfront about her feelings for Subaru. She does not hesitate to make them clear to him and will often voice out the things she likes about him. She is also very big on PDA and any kind of physical affection in general, so she loves to hug or cuddle up to him. (Of course, Subaru always goes into tsun tsun mode when she does.)

Subaru, on the other hand, is not too big on PDA and prefers to be a little more low key about his feelings. Which isn’t to say that he never shows his care and affection. He does it in more of a suble way. At first Sharon would feel a bit anxious as a result, sometimes wondering if he truly loved her, but now she has learnt to pick up on the little things he does for her and she finds it very endearing. 

Their main way of bonding (especially initially) would actually be Subaru feeding off her. He becomes a little more genuine about his true feelings when drunk on her blood and while there is still some pain involved, Sharon has also grown to enjoy the feeling of being bitten because it’s during those moments she feels like they are truly connected. 

One thing they do have in common is jealousy. While Sharon will often try to deny it, both of them are quite possessive of the other and will easily become jealous if a potential love rival shows up. In this case, Subaru is actually the more ‘aggressive’ one. If they’re together in public and some guy is giving Sharon ‘the look’, he will not hesitate to pull her close by her waist or even kiss her passionately in public. (Result: a very very flustered strawberry)

Let’s talk dates! Subaru is not an outdoor person and prefers to stay cooped up in his coffin all day, so it takes Sharon an arm and a leg to get him to go out with her on a conventional date. Their first date is a picnic date at night (a little unorthodox but oh well). It takes place in the rose garden and Sharon prepared a bunch of food for the two of them to enjoy. Subaru isn’t big on human food though, so she ends up devouring most of it. (Good thing her stomach is a black hole at times)

Their quality time mainly consists of lounging at home together in comfy clothes (read: Sharon wearing Subaru’s shirt or hoodie) and just enjoying each other’s presence. He likes to be in denial about it, but Subaru really enjoy resting his head against Sharon’s head and listening to her heartbeat. It’s oddly relaxing to him. 

6. FUTURE

Eventually, the two of them would move out of the Sakamaki manor and move into their own place. They still live in the human world for now, but they chose a house which is a little away from the city with a quaint garden where Sharon grows her own strawerries. The interior of their house is a bit of a mess because they both have very contrasting preferences in terms of aesthetics, so it’s a mish-mash of cute and pink as well as dark and edgy. 

After having an established relationship for a while, the topic of marriage and potential kids would be unavoidable. In Sharon’s ‘true ending’, they would eventually end up getting married and have one daughter, Kiseki. She is the most precious thing ever and I will kill anyone who harms her.

While Sharon was still a human when she gave birth to Kiseki, she had her full awakening shortly after. She deliberately wanted to wait until after having their first child because they were unsure about the effects of the turning on her fertility.

As parents, they’re both pretty doting towards their daughter. If anything, Sharon is actually the stricter parent. It doesn’t help that Kiseki is a big daddy’s girl herself, so Subaru simply cannot bring himself to say no to his princess.

7. HEADCANONS

​~> They are always the centre of attention whenever they go out on public dates. I mean, you have the intimidating emo-looking guy with a resting bitch face who looks as if he’s gonna snap and kill someone any second now ーー and clinging to his arm is this small bundle of joy and sunshine.

~> Sharon is obsessed with Subaru’s hair. She loves running her fingers through it and always asks to brush it in the morning. 

~> Subaru does not care for human food at all, so it always puzzles him how Sharon can get so excited over it. He’ll often refuse the meals she makes for him, then secretly returns to the kitchen afterwards to eat it anyway if he notices it made her sad. (then afterwards denies it)

~> Subaru got Sharon hooked on the coffin. She used to be really reluctant about sleeping inside a coffin, but now she just can’t sleep in a normal bed anymore. There’s just something strangely comforting about the small, confined space and feeling him right there besides her as she sleeps at night.

~> There’s a constant back-and-forth between Subaru biting her on places where it will leave obvious marks to assert dominance and Sharon looking for new ways to cover them up because she doesn’t want the people at school to grow suspicious. 

~> Subaru would teach her some basic self-defense skills so she can defend himself against his brothers. Laito is his preferred test subject during these lessons. 

[eggluverz]

THE GENERAL NEEDS A BREAK… AND A MOONCAKE

PAIRING. jing yuan x gn!reader

SUMMARY. the general is drowning in work, and the mid-autumn festival is the perfect excuse to take a break.

SOF'S NOTE. i know it's late but i wanted to get this out still hehe hope you still enjoy the moon festival cuteness even though i missed it xD i've been in a jing yuan mood lately ngl i just wanna cuddle and have a lazy day with him :> pls enjoy!!

You knew autumn was in the air as you walked down the streets of the Exalting Sanctum with a bag of fried songlotus roots from a nearby vendor. The trees carefully scattered throughout the streets were now vibrant shades of orange and yellow; you could feel the crisp wind blowing around you. 

And while you were able to enjoy your time outside work, visiting the bustling Mid-Autumn Fesitval in Aurum Alley, you knew the general was not. 

In fact, you hadn’t seen your partner in days now because of how busy he has been lately. You weren’t even sure if he managed to escape work within the past week. 

With a sigh, you sadly munched on another songlotus root. That simply wouldn’t do. 

You understood Jing Yuan was busy trying to keep the Preceptors out of his hair while dealing with the threat of the Stellaron on the Xianzhou. And while you knew how important it was, you also knew Jing Yuan could delegate some of his tasks. He could free up just a bit of time to enjoy the festival before it came to an end for the year. 

As you approached the Seat of Divine Foresight, you were determined to accomplish just that— Get the general to come along and explore Aurum Alley with you. 

“How are you doing, General?” you drawled, walking over to his desk and peeking behind his stacks of papers. 

He blinked blearily before a small smile formed on his face at the sight of you. “Why, I’m having the time of my life. And you?” 

You went around to his seat and gave him a brief kiss in greeting. Your hand cupped his cheek as you smoothed the dark circles under his eyes. Jing Yuan sighed and leaned into you touch.

“I’m doing well,” you said. “Would be better if you could attend the festival with me.”

He chuckled at that. 

“I know you must be having so much fun working, but I promise I can make your Mid-Autumn Festival experience even better than this,” you sang, plucking the pen from his hands and placing it flat on his desk. 

“You certainly drive a tempting offer.”

“Then accept.” 

“Perhaps I will.”

You cheered as he laughed, setting his papers aside and standing up follow you out. Like the gentleman he was, Jing Yuan extended his hand out for you to hold. You accepted graciously and the two of you walked hand-in-hand out of his office and to Aurum Alley.

It was a long walk, but time always felt short with Jing Yuan. Minutes passed by too quickly and you found yourself always wanting to spend more time with him. 

Night had come by the time you arrived in Aurum Alley, and you had just made it in time to see the lanterns lighting up the sky. The warm, twinkling lights of the lanterns lit up the dark night, planting a seed of awe in you as you watched the festivities happily. You felt a stare pointed in your direction and you knew it was Jing Yuan looking at you in admiration.

You turned back to him and tapped his chin upwards. “You should be ogling at the lanterns, not me!” 

“Can a man not do both?” 

With a giggle, you rested your head against his chest. He was warm and inviting, and you were glad he could escape his life as the general for just a little bit to enjoy this scenery with you.

“Have you tried Tall Auntie’s mooncakes this year?” you asked, feeling your stomach grumble as you took in the delicious scents around you. “I swear, it tastes even better than before!” 

“I have not.” Jing Yuan shook his head, tucking your hand back into the safety of his own. “Shall we go?”

You nodded and skipped along, excited to have another one of her mooncakes. While mooncakes could be found everywhere, in all parts of the galaxy, Tall Auntie added the Luofu touch. The filling had a mixture of red bean paste and custard made from puffergoat milk— You almost drooled at the thought. 

Noticing the dreamy look on your face, Jing Yuan laughed. He wiped the corner of your lip, eyes bright with amusement. “You have something here.” 

So, perhaps you did drool at the thought. 

Smiling sheepishly, you wiped at your mouth. “I suppose I’m craving it now. You’ll love it too, trust me.”

“I’m certain I will.” 

As the two of your approached Tall Auntie’s food stall, you ordered two specialty mooncakes and found a secluded area to munch on them. There was a bench surrounded by trees and buildings, with a view of the lanterns growing smaller and smaller in the sky, and you thought it was a perfect place to enjoy your snack. 

“What do you think?” you said, eagerly watching him take the first bite. 

Jing Yuan closed his eyes in contentment, leaning back against the wall. For a moment, he said nothing. He simply chewed, savoring each flavor as it hit his tongue. When he swallowed, he opened his eyes and nodded at you. “Delicious.”

You beamed and he ruffled the top of your head. 

“It’s just what I needed after a long week of work.” 

“You deserve it,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Even the hardworking general deserves a break.” You took a bite of your pastry and hummed in contentment. “And a mooncake.” 

Jing Yuan nodded in agreement, shutting his eyes and allowing his heavy body to relax into your touch. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Anytime. And after, we’re going straight home and sleeping in bed.”

His eyes opened at that, a teasing crinkle on his nose. “I propose we partake in some other activities in bed before we sleep tonight.” 

You laughed at his boldness, glancing around to make sure no one else heard. “Jing Yuan!” 

“My love,” he replied. 

The warmth in your heart grew as you snuggled against him once more. “Okay, but only if you get me another mooncake first.”

“You have a deal.” 

[kekstala]

Outside of the very very iconic sweet and sour dipplins, do you have any other fics your a big fan of?

I have a lot of fanfics that I enjoyed a lot and still do.

I'll only cover Dipplinshipping tho, so if you want to know more, feel free to ask again. <3

Blossoming Into Tomorrow by @furretd0ll

It’s an adorable time skip story about Kieran & Juliana getting married and facing the challenge of parenthood.

The story gives those fluffy family vibe feels, a troop I enjoy a lot!

I have already created fan art, because I absolutely love this story. <3

Playing Pretend by @esp3onsol

For a certain reason, Kieran & Juliana make a deal to pretend that they're dating each other for a while.

They‘re practically obvious idiots in love, which results into a lot of awkward moments.

It‘s hilarious and cute at the same time, I love it <3

Part 1 & 2 of the ogre‘s savaltion and the tides that set them free by lillisandme

Like the title tells, it’s a two part story - first party plays immediately after the Terapagos fight. Kieran & Juliana have a heart to heart talk which results in Kieran reflecting his feelings.

The second part takes place several years later, Kieran visits Juliana in Paldea to spend some time with her.

It‘s quite long but also very well written - I really like how the characters are fleshed out in there.

Woodworking AU by MissTreason

It‘s a story splitted into 4 one shorts - Instead of pursiuing a battle carrier, Kieran decides to step into the footsteps of his grandfather and starts to learn to crave masks.

The plot starts at Blueberry and ends up several years into the future. It‘s mainly from Kieran point of view and how his feelings change over time.

It‘s fantastic written and you just want to know what happens next.

Although I have to give a warning about the fourth part - it‘s….very spicy….

So if you‘re an minor or doesn‘t stomach this kind of things, better ignore this entry completely 

If you in fact doesn‘t mind at all, enjoy that kind of stuff even, then congratulation, you‘re a pervert…just like me 8D

Teal Mayhem by MurayamaTsuru

It‘s more or less an AU or a „What If“ where Carmine and Kieran switch places in the first part of the DLC.

So instead of Carmine and Juliana meeting Ogerpon for the first time, its Kieran & Juliana instead. 

It‘s an interesting concept and I love how it‘s being fleshed out so far. (I‘m quite excited how the story will go from there :> )

Dipplinshipping Week 2024 - Day 2 AU by Kaylen_Go_Vee

This one‘s so random but also so cute lol

It‘s an oneshot about Juliana, a florist and Kieran, a tattoo artist who one day storms into her little shop to demand a bouquet of flowers. 

It sounds pretty boring and ordinary, but believe me its not LOL 

I sometimes catch myself rereading this story several times because it‘s just so cute and hilarious, I just can‘t oke xD I even debated whenever I should make fan art or not…probably will in the foreseeable future lol

Azure Dive by UndeadWitch

Like S&SD it takes place between the second part of the DLC.

Kieran got possessed by Dokupon (it‘s more or less Peachy, but very different) and Juliana tries to help him, while facing…well…school life lol

It‘s that kind of slow burn where you scream into your cushion out of frustration pff 

Although I have to say, I like this approach a lot. The story has time build itself and the characters go through some well deserved development as well.

Just bring some patience and you will love this piece of fantastic art quite a lot <3

That‘s about it (for the moment lol)

I recommend all of this stories if you enjoy Dipplinshipping like I do <3

Thank you so much for your ask! :D

[hysteriaww]

would kai have saved bonnie if damon left her ?

The simple answer imo is yes - the complicated answer would be his *reasons* for saving her.

I feel like if Kai saved Bonnie in 6x22, it would be VERY different from when he saved her in 6x13 on her bday. In 6x13, saving Bonnie was a huge sacrifice Kai made bc of his newfound guilt and other growing feelings about her. But if Kai saved her in 6x22, that man would do it out of SPITE lmfao. Like sure, maybe a *tiny* fragment of leftover post-merge Kai would save her bc he believed she deserved better, but at the mental state that he was in by 6x22, i think a larger part of him would actually be looking to save her out of this petty urge to make bonnie suffer, bc dying would be too easy for her according to his thought process 💀

In canon, remember how Kai got annoyed by damon seemingly deciding to let bonnie die and choosing elena over her super quickly? He complains, saying smthg like "This decision was supposed to torture him," bc he wanted damon to agonize over the bonnie vs elena choice for a long time. Similarly, i think bonnie dying just like that would eliminate a lot of the angst, pain and tension of the situation, so Kai would save her life *just* so bonnie and damon would be forced to live with the uncomfortable reality of damon choosing elena over her and deal with the emotional fallout of that instead of pretending they have the world's best friendship, as they'd been doing for all of S6 (bc Kai would enjoy watching that mess).

Ofc, that would probably result in Bonnie aiming a lot of her resentment towards Kai for forcing her to face those hard truths, but maybe, after an initial explosion (and a lil nudging from Kai), she might realize that targeting kai is just shooting the messenger rather than addressing the root problem (her toxic friends). If it hadn't been kai, then somebody else would've made bonnie see the truth but either way, that's something she needed to see.

Realistically, even after this realization, i don't think bonnie would've suddenly warmed up to kai, but i think it might've pushed her to ditch damon instead of sticking around Mystic Falls to help him all the time (which would've consequently made Kai suddenly lose interest in Mystic Falls too xD). If Damon then chose to seek her out to beg her (read: force her) to defeat the town's new villains-of-the-week, or if he found her w his humanity off and tried to kill her to get elena back, i think kai might've surprised them all by appearing out of nowhere to get damon off bonnie's case (bc kai being kai was prob keeping tabs on bonnie's whereabouts as soon as she skipped town).

And maybe Kai's sudden appearance would've led to a bonkai confrontation with Kai realizing he may have saved her out of spite in 6x22, but there is no explanation for why he saved her from damon this time besides.. *wanting* bonnie to get her life away from her friends. And maybe that would've also led him to unsubtly point out that an elena-free existence had actually made bonnie's life better, thanks to kai.

Bon would probably kick his ass halfway across the world after a comment like that but i think it would stick with her, making its way under her skin as it sinks in that the horrific thing Kai did really did end up working out for her in the long run. Bc as we know, even at his lowest, there was always some part of Kai that begrudgingly wanted bonnie's attention and validation and rly resented her friends getting that from her while walking all over her. It would take a long time, but slowly and surely, i think Bonnie's intuition would eventually pick up on that tiny part of Kai that saved her life to show her that she deserved better. It would be very uncomfortable for her to realize that Big Bad Kai could no longer be an easy scapegoat for all her problems, but that might be just what she needs to finally see Kai as a person, rather than a monster. And from there? Well, looots of opportunities and potential would open up from there 😏

[arecaceae175]

Hehehe it’s me, new pride month new aro and/or ace request! (I’m very original)

How about: A Link of your choice thinks that attraction (any type you want) is an adult onset affliction (this was me, i was convinced the other youths were faking it because they wanted to seem more mature xD )

No pressure as always, feel free to ignore if it doesn’t spark joy. <3

Excellent choice as always my friend

Summary: Hyrule realizes that romantic attraction is not, in fact, an adult onset affliction. 788 words, fluff and hurt/comfort.

Pronouns: Wild she/her, Wind he/him, Hyrule he/him

Warnings: Hyrule is an unreliable narrator here (but he is working on it), internalized aphobia if you squint

HAPPY AROMANTIC DAY!!!!!!! :D

“And then she swung back onto the deck and kicked the boko right off the ship!” Wind kicked his foot into the air as he told the story. 

“That’s awesome,” Wild said. 

Hyrule nodded. He agreed; that was so cool. 

“Yeah, she is,” Wind muttered. He had a dreamy look on his face as he stared into the forest.

Wild smirked and glanced at Hyrule with an eyebrow raised. Hyrule stared back blankly; he had no idea what Wild was trying to communicate. 

“Hey, Wind?” Wild asked. 

“Hm?” Wind hummed without turning around. 

“You have a crush on Tetra?” Wild asked. 

Wind tripped over nothing and scrambled forward to regain his balance. His ears went bright red and flattened against his head. Wild giggled and skipped ahead to throw an arm around Wind’s shoulders. 

“Ah, young love. I can see it now.” Wild raised her other arm and moved it in the shape of a rainbow. “The two of you on your pirate ship, sailing off into the sunset together.”

“No! No. That’s gross, no!” Wind’s voice pitched higher as he spoke until it cracked on the last word. 

Wind was getting uncomfortable, Hyrule could tell. Hyrule knew how uncomfortable he got when the older heroes asked him about attraction. He hadn’t grown into it yet, but he didn’t want to seem immature in front of the most incredible heroes in existence. 

“Wild, maybe leave him alone?” Hyrule said. 

“I’m only teasing. Sorry, Wind, was that too far?” Wild asked. She pulled away from Wind and gave him an arm’s width of personal space. 

Wind’s cheeks and ears continued to burn. “No, it’s fine. I mean, you might— or, I might—“ Wind cut himself off with a groan and kicked a twig. “I might have a small crush.” 

“Yes! I knew it!” Wild cheered and skipped, pumping one fist into the air. 

Hyrule felt his chest clench uncomfortably. Wind was younger than him, surely he hadn’t grown into his attraction yet? Hyrule stepped closer to Wind and lowered his voice, pushing past his own embarrassment. 

“Wind, it’s okay. You don’t have to lie to seem mature to us,” Hyrule said. 

“Ugh, fine! Okay. I do… like… Tetra. Like, a lot. Romantically. And s—” Wind’s blush deepened and he looked away. “Physically.”

Hyrule furrowed his brows in confusion. “I meant you don’t have to pretend to like her if you don’t, just to seem older.”

Wind and Wild stopped walking both turned to look at him. Hyrule felt his ears slowly lower against his head. “What?”

“What do you mean, ‘to seem older’?” Wild asked. 

Hyrule blushed. “I mean, I know I haven’t grown into— y’know— romantic attraction yet. I pretend I do because I don’t want the others to think I’m immature. I’m saying Wind doesn’t have to do that with us.”

Wild tilted her head and continued to stare at him. 

“Um, Rulie?” Wind asked. “I don’t think that’s how that works.”

Hyrule’s throat went tight with nerves. He could barely swallow, much less force words out. His hands went to the bottom of his tunic where the strings were fraying from years of fidgeting with it. 

“Are you saying you don’t feel attraction to people? That’s ok, you know,” Wild said. “Zelda— my Zelda— is aroace and doesn’t feel attracted to anyone in any way.”

Hyrule shook his head. He swallowed, then again, until he could get the words out. “I’m not asexual. I’ve— I’ve felt that before. But not— aren’t we all just pretending to want romance to act like adults?”

Wild and Wind both shook their heads. 

“No,” Wild said. 

“I’m not,” Wind said. 

Hyrule’s stomach sank. “Oh.”

Wild looked momentarily panicked, eyes blown wide, then she smiled widely and skipped over to Hyrule. “Hey, it’s ok! Don’t worry about it. Let me make sure I’m hearing this right though— you’re saying you’re aromantic but not asexual, right?” 

Hyrule blinked rapidly as he processed Wild’s words. “I guess so.”

Wild’s smile grew wider. “That’s great, Rulie! Thank you for sharing, even if you didn’t really mean to,” Wild said with a chuckle. 

Hyrule nodded. His thoughts felt like they were moving through mud. 

“Okay, let’s— can I touch your hand?” Wind asked. Hyrule nodded, and Wind slipped his hand against Hyrule’s and intertwined their fingers. Wind squeezed, and Hyrule let the feeling ground him. 

“We don’t have to tell anyone else yet. Or ever, coming out is up to you,” Wind said, and squeezed again. Hyrule nodded. 

“But, if you think about it some more and decide that label fits, I’m sure everyone would be happy to know more about you,” Wild said. 

“Yeah,” Hyrule said. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll— I’ll think about it.”

[kquil]

DIVORCING ORION BLACK : DISCLAIMER (PLEASE READ)

✦ this is a fix-it-fic for marauders era fans so it won’t be cannon compliant 

✦ i will provide a explanation of the changes in chapters that need it for those of you who want some clarification on plot diversions but please feel free to skip those if you simply want to just read the story as is

✦ there will be very minor romance in this fic because i want to focus on the ‘fix-it’ aspect, although there will be hints to some pairings mostly in a humorous way 

✦ if you think i've made a mistake when it comes to the happenings of the timeline, i don’t care, the marauders era is already very vague and this is my semi-retelling of it; if you don’t like it, you don’t have to continue reading 

✦ reader is a female and i will be using she/her pronouns when referring to her (im so sorry my non-binary and male-gender darlings!)

✦ i will be avoiding the use of Y/N as well as avoiding all mentions of physical traits to prevent loss of immersion — reader is YOU and it doesn’t matter if you're curvy, slim, light skinned, dark skinned, in between, short, tall, have curly hair, straight hair, wavy hair, have fins or have fairy wings! it doesn’t matter because i’m going to try my hardest to be as inclusive as possible by not mentioning any of that! 

✦ im all up for constructive criticism but please keep unnecessarily mean and passive-aggressive comments to yourself; if you want to provide criticism, i encourage you to re-read your comment before pressing send  

✦ because of changes in the timeline, there will also be some changes to character personalities and actions, i mean, it’s only natural right? different circumstances create different people, if this bothers you then you’re free to stop reading at any time 

✦ i know i just made a whole spiel of reader being YOU but i will be giving her some distinct personality traits and a past— it’s unavoidable since i want the story line to go a certain way and it requires a particular character to be able to do that (in my eyes) so i guess reader can also be easily read as an OC of some kind 

✦ if you haven’t already guessed, this is inspired by many of those reincarnation/isekai/do-over mangas XD

✦ i am also not a professional writer and i have many other commitments outside of writing so im afraid updates will be very slow, however, i plan on having each chapter move the story forward in some way, even if an update feels like a filler chapter aka i promise to make each update worth it for you darlings 

✦ lets all have fun on this journey and help our favourite boys get the happier lives they truly deserve

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[blushblushbear]

Hey! Sorry for bothering you, but I just had this idea for a headcanon and I had to share.

How do you think Volks, Scale and Cole would react to overhearing their S/O being all cute while talking about them and how much they love them? (feel free to ignore :])

this really is the low key, medium key, high key stalker trio right here lmao XD

Volks

I won't lie, he's sort of in disbelief

in a good way tho

his heart legit skipped a beat

he's shaking with excitement and trying and failing to fight back a smile

trying to play it cool but he's legit never been so happy and giddy in his life

usually people just like him for his brooding good looks and that's it

and tbh it's actually rare he hears a compliment on any of his other qualities ('I know I don't have many other good ones, okay...')

so when you not only notice them-- not only like them--- but you in fact love them???

and love him???

excuse him while he howls at the moon as he jumps over it

I think he legit had to go on a sprint through the forest afterwards to get out all his excited energy, he was so damn happy

doesn't say anything about it to you at all later

but you can't help but notice he's smiling a bit more warmly at you

and when you tell him you like his smile?

he can't help how red his face gets

good thing he doesn't have a tail anymore, it would make it too obvious with how much it'd be wagging

Scale

boy is SWOONING

he has never had his ear perked up so much in his life

he is engraving each word into his brain

and he's got the dopiest love sick smile

later he's very dreamy

thinking about you more and more with everything you said echoing in his mind

He probs tells you that he heard what you said

he does it shyly and with a rare flower he had to fight an ancient spirit for

but he only does so to tell you that he feels the same

and he's so lucky to have you

I think he has an extra spring in his back flips for like a month after this

Cole

He. Is. Shaking.

Violently so

his mind his racing, his palms are sweating, he can't stop smiling

he's holding himself, biting back laughter

he doesn't know how to process this level of ecstasy

and I think on some level he didn't even see this coming or even know what's going on

but anytime he thinks about what you said to try and analyze what's affecting him so much, he's in a state all over again

he definitely tells you, though it's a mix of an accident and also him not caring enough to hide it

you meet up with him and he's trying to keep his cool

but he can't help the little smile that betrays him

can already feel the wave of it all washing back over him

he's chuckling a bit

he's holding himself again

you ask him what's wrong and he just looks at you

hands gripping his shoulders, biting his lip as he tries not to laugh, eyes wide, grin creeping on his face, shaking

"I heard what you said earlier" he steps closer

"About how much you Love me," and closer

"All the little things you love about me," he grabs yous a little too tight, looking you deep in your eyes

"What have you done to me?"

[xmaveria]

This is all you need to know about me, perhaps I really am a bird :0!!

Its surprising I didn't feel like I did much this year with ocs but turns out I had more art I wanted to include!

I hope you all enjoy a bit of an art & artist recap! Time has flown by so fast but in a good way it surprises me how productive I still was despite having less computer time. Things are surely busy I suppose with being an adult that is a norm. Yet I am hopeful for next year. One thing I am proud of is how mentally things have been going up or stable? For me at least for a few years back I genuinely wanted to skip my life no matter what didn't feel like there was much point in looking up at it when so many things impede you for just existing somewhere else. I couldn't care less if I missed "a life" events with family, peers and opportunities as such to the point I was to be in auto pilot until everything fell where it needed to even if it took 5,10,40 years and I could finally "live my life" and not feel any anguish over big burdens or dreams. Yet nowadays I can't help but find myself happy for weekly events or tiny moments a spur of inspiration gives me ^^ Slowly and as corny as it sounds life should be lived in the moment and even if some things still want me to not succeed whether people or systems I shall make the best of it. Hay que ir de dia a dia! Quien dijo miedo cuando ya uno esta en la boca del tigre!

I believe that reflects so much in one's art. And with a better mental state well I've been the most productive in AF I did better than when I had free afternoons every day and with a tighter schedule xD Although this year also made me realize how nice it is to be able to hold your own art space per say, share ideas with other creatives get inspired on the same subjects. Truly thank you all for the support and engagement I know lately things have been dealt hard with online artists but to those that still stick around and share what fills their hearts content are the life blood of the art community in every platform. So thank you to the people passing by and appreciating my art once or twice. EVEN MORE to my followers here and everywhere else I have grown as a professional artists these years as well with your help and kindness that I will forever remember (also the fact that you all like to see and comment on my blorbos or silly thoughts/aesthetics? makes me overjoyed haha) AND TO MY FRIENDS YOU ALL KNOW THE MVPS OF ALL THIS TY FOR BEING HERE there has never been a dull year for me interacting with you all and getting to know more about the art and characters you all have <3 Thanks for reading this o/ Enjoy the holidays and have a great time however you like to spend it, and to those also going through similar things try to treat yourself in any way you can. Wishing things get easier for you at some point very soon!

[ihni]

Fic rec tag game

(And yes, I'm making a new one because I feel like it)

Rules (more like "guidelines" ...): Rec some fics that fit the categories below (feel free to skip some if you want)! Maybe tag some people if you want. And if you see this and think this looks like fun, consider yourself tagged! :)

I'll start. And I have read a LOT so I'm gonna say right now that it's gonna be difficult to pick just ONE fic for each category ... (Also if I mention your fic in this, yes you're automatically tagged)

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Fic that made you laugh: Play with me (Stranger Things) by @sanguine-tenshi In which Tommy, Billy, Steve and Eddie are trapped in the Upside Down for a while, and do what bored boys do when they're bored. No, not that XD "Boys being boys" at its best!

Fic that made you cry: panache (Stranger Things) by zoetropes In which ... I can't even explain it all. Just. Prom, guys. All you need to know is that I ugly-cried at chapter 17 and that I love it so much that I learned how to animate gifs simply so I could express my emotions over it. (When this fic is done I wanna print it and eat it)

Fic that made your heart melt: Prince Among Wolves (Teen Wolf) by Wrenegade (Wrenegadeone) The one where Derek has twins and work too much with his important work, and Stiles is the most awesome babysitter ever. I just ... melt over this one. And to think that once, I foolishly believed I didn't like kid fics ...

Fic that made you have to take a break while reading (perhaps you had to get up and walk the room for a bit): Third Person Singular (The Hobbit) by Wealhtheow21 Companion piece to another fic, "To Find Our Long-Forgotten Gold" which is also so good. Written from Kíli's POV, with language so CHOPPY and ... poignant? That it sometimes felt like a punch to the throat.

Old fic that for whatever reason stayed with you over the years: Responsibility (SeaQuest) by Jules In which everyone gets sick and Lucas has to take care of everyone and everything and whoopsie, some baddies are trying to take over the ship. I haven't read it in forever, I can't find it anywhere now, but I remember loving it. Lovely, lovely exhaustion fic.

Fic that inspired you to do something in real life: The Garrison Reserve (The Musketeers) by chapstickaddict and readwing In which they're all running a restaurant together. This fic combines my love for fic with the love for food, and made me buy wine for the first time in my life so I could make a proper risotto. (It was so good, too)

Fic that inspired you to do some kind of fanwork (+what that fanwork was): Words Left Unsaid (Stranger Things) by @lemonlovely In which the boys get to know each other and grow closer. I will forever subscribe to this fic <3 (And it inspired a rhyme: "Another boy's mother")

Fic that introduced you to a favorite trope: Persistence Hunting (Guardians of the Galaxy) by grocketinmypocket In which Peter proves that humans are indeed terrifying creatures. I read it for the first time ten years ago. Got me into the whole humans-are-space-orcs thing. Love it.

Fic that you'd consider a guilty pleasure (bad term for it though, no fics should make you feel guilty because fanworks are life!): Rich Man's World (The Flash) by @robininthelabyrinth Accountant!Len. Whenever I need a pick-me-up, I can always fall back on this random, but utterly lovely fic.

Fic with a ship you didn't really consider until this fic: Secrets Make This Town (Stranger Things) by @thingsalexwrites In which ... you know what? Read the summary. It's Billy/Steve/Hopper, and it's so soft and sweet (despite being basically porn).

A WIP you love: In Your Reflection (Stranger Things) by @stuffinggroves / Timetravelersunited In which Billy deals with hunger. Which I am so weak for in fics! Love this fic so far, it brings me joy.

An all-time favorite fic (AN, note that I wrote AN ... not THE): Grievance (Thor) by @peaceheather In which Loki is promptly and publicly adopted by a capable and caring Tyr. It's amazing. The whole "Odin's son, Tyr's son" series is amazing. I have it printed.

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And, just 'cause, let me tag some people (feel free to ignore, of course): @dragonflylady77 @callieb @weird-an @desperate-not-serious @robthegoodfellow and uuuuh I'm too tired to add more - if you wanna do it, please do it :) I wanna see your recs.

[look-a-yandere-fandom-blog]

Hi! I would like to ask something that I've been thinking for a while. If dr. Stockill's darling was ever outside of the asylum (basically if they were not a patient) that he just sees outside often, how would it be like? (I'm just rlly curious, considering the fact that he doesn't leave the Asylum in the book.)

Outsider | Headcanons

Dr. Stockill / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.

Spoilers Present.

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Content Warning: Kidnapping, mentions of murder, description of insect harm (metaphorical), obsessive/possessive behaviour.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to these warnings, please let me know.)

Thanks anon for this request! It was a fun one to fill out, considering the doctor’s status as a world-class shut-in XD

I hope that I’ve fulfilled it but if I’ve missed the mark, or if there’s anything you’d like me to elaborate on, feel free to shoot me another ask!

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- Well, it would certainly be less likely for Stockill to have a darling who is not a resident of the Asylum.

- As anon's noted; he doesn't leave the Asylum in the book. Too wrapped up in his experiments to bother associating with the world outside.

- However, just because its unlikely, doesn't mean it's impossible...

- If his darling was someone outside of the Asylum, there could be a few ways that he first encounters them.

- Maybe they attended they Ophelia Gallery, by their own choice or having been dragged along by somebody else?

- Maybe he encountered them at some kind of conference; something formal, to keep up appearances, that Stockill would clearly have rather skipped?

- Or maybe it was a chance meeting on the street? Perhaps while he was purchasing some new supplies for his experiments...

- Regardless, Stockill is left perplexed by the meeting.

- He had felt... something towards them.

- He can't figure out what it is, but it's something.

- That’s a major difference between a darling within the Asylum and one outside it.

- A darling within is close all the time, allowing an obsession to be slowly built over months of unavoidable proximity.

- But, due to Stockill’s reclusive nature, this build-up would not be applicable to a darling outside of the Asylum.

- So, any obsession with an outsider would have to hit hard and fast.

- And hit fast it did.

- Soon, he orchestrates more meetings with them. More run-ins, more formalities, whatever excuse he can give himself to see the person who made him feel more than nothing.

- But rather than satiating his curiosity, it only becomes worse.

- Stockill is careful to shield the Asylum’s true nature from them. Alongside hiding his own... murderous tendencies.

- This serves two purposes: to keep from stirring up controversy and to not scare them away.

- He remains polite during their meetings, almost courteous. A behaviour that later unsettles his darling when they see how cold he is towards others. How cold he is towards everyone...

- Except for Madam Mournington, and them.

- Speaking of Mournington, Stockill would be eager to introduce his darling to her.

- The doctor values her opinion highly. And, as he becomes more invested in this new person, he hopes that she will approve of them.

- Or at least tolerate them.

- But even if she doesn't, Stockill's obsession won't wane.

- Time goes on. The pair become closer.

- Stockill's obsession shifts as jealousy starts to creep in.

- He hasn't felt jealousy like this in decades. Not since Violet…

- But, he's not a child anymore, he reprimands himself. He swears that he can control his jealousy this time. And besides, those he feels jealous towards aren't as easily disposed as the unwanted inmates of the Asylum.

- They’re people from the outside world.

- Dirty, filthy, people.

- Flies. Buzzing pests that litter the city's disgusting streets.

- Flies who would surely raise alarm if one of their own met an untimely demise.

- No, no... he couldn't do that.

- Unless...

- Instead of picking off flies in the open air; he removes his darling from the situation altogether.

- Capture them. Like a butterfly in a jar. Keep them away of the world's cruel clutches.

- It'd be for their own good, he assures himself. He's seen firsthand how deplorable people can be. The terrible things that they’d do for a couple of coins or a fleeting moment of ‘fun’.

- Those people would steal his darling from him. Claw apart their wings. Leave them a twitching, writhing, mess of bleeding colours and torn chitin.

- He couldn’t have that. He simply couldn’t.

- So, in the end, it doesn’t matter where they start. Because his darling, his butterfly, will always wind up in the same place:

- Trapped within the crumbling walls of the Asylum. And entangled in Montmorency’s web.

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[lovemybluebully]

Loser Logan

X-men '97-verse

Post Episode 4 (Felt like a good place to stick this before the angst of Episode 5)

M/M Tickle fic

SFW (some swearing, but it's mostly fluff)

I can't help but love Logan and Morph's relationship. It's almost as good as the one Logan has with Nightcrawler. ^_^ This dumb little fic of mine just shows their close relationship, and as per my usual naturally has A LOT of tickling in it. This is a tickle fic after all. I can see Morph being quite the tickle monster, especially since he enjoys making Logan laugh. If tickling isn't up your alley then best to scroll on.

I wrote this showing hints that Morph kinda has a thing for Logan with Logan seeming to get that even though he doesn't reciprocate it, but still loving his friend all the same and letting him indulge a little. Nothing super blatant.

NOTE: I did write Morph as a 'he' in this story. I honestly was just getting confused on how to properly use 'they/them'. Morph has predominantly been depicted as male and goes by ''Kevin" so I figured it was okay. If that bothers you though then maybe you want to skip this one.

Holy crap! I did not mean for it to be this long, but I was just having too much fun writing these two interacting together. I kept trying to end it, but just kept writing more and more each time. XD This is easily the longest fic I've ever written.

Word count: 9,911

Logan winced as the flavor of the extra sweet liquid overwhelmed his sensitive palate once he took a swig from his beer bottle. Making a face of disgust and shaking his head he set it down on the edge of the pool table in the mansion's rec room.

"That's the last time I let ya choose the beer at the market," he muttered, looking over at his friend, Morph, who frowned in offense before transforming into an exact copy of Wolverine.

"ThAt'S tHe LaSt TiMe I lEt Ya ChOoSe ThE-....," he mocked in Logan's voice before returning to his normal form, swaying a little from the alcohol in his system, "Geez, just dump it out then! No one is putting a gun to your head and forcing you to drink it."

Logan grunted and rolled his eyes as he reached for his bottle of whiskey to pour himself a shot. Morph could be so overdramatic.

"Look pal, if there's one thing ya oughta know about me it's that I never waste a beer. No matter how bad it may be," he tossed the liquor down his throat.

"That's not entirely true. Remember the other night when I turned into Sabretooth to try to cheer you up? You stabbed the crap out of that six pack I had brought along. You're definitely going to Hell for that one," Morph was quick to point out the incident as Logan recollected and spit out a laugh.

"Oh yeah. An unfortunate casualty in the heat o' the moment. Well with the exception of that time it's not somethin' I do consciously. Not even a crap light beer like this one. An' what's that flavor? Is that....strawberry?" He made another repulsed face as Morph only shrugged this time.

"Ok, you made your point. You pick the next box. But for the record that beer you destroyed the other night, that was your favorite. Thought it would help make you feel better."

"Still did in the end. Even though it sounds like I almost fucked it all up. Hmph, speakin' of that night I never told ya thanks fer all that," a smile quirked at the corner of his mouth as the buzzed Morph threw an arm over his broad shoulders.

"Hey don't mention it. Despite you being a stubborn ass and trying to ignore me there was no way I was going to let you stay in that funk of a mood you were in," his arm tightened around Logan's neck while his free hand gave him a playful head noogie, making Logan growl and shove him away.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. I'm an asshole an' yer a saint." 

"Hey now, you're not just an asshole, you're my asshole........That came out wrong," Morph facepalmed while Logan chuckled quietly, "Oh hey, where's Jubilee at? Surprised she's not down here with us."

"Well she is gettin' older so I doubt she's wantin' to hang around a couple o' guys like us so much anymore. She seems to like that Roberto kid a lot, an' bein' that it's her birthday I imagine she's with him this evening," Logan growled a little as Morph laughed and patted him on the back.

"Easy killer. He seems like a nice kid. Just needs to come to terms with his mutant side, and Jubilee is doing everything to help him out with that. She's blossoming into a smart, beautiful young lady and you should be proud of her."

"Still I'm keepin' an eye on him. An' if he ever does anything to hurt her, I'll make sure he regrets it...slowly," Logan picked up his pool stick and bent over the table to play his next shot, but then chuckled as something came to his mind, "By the way speakin' of regret, real smooth with that jab at Magneto this mornin'."

Morph's face fell as he groaned while the moment from earlier replayed in his head, leaning against the table with beer in hand.

"Ugh, why'd you have to bring that up? That was so embarrassing! I mean, how was I supposed to know?"

"I gotta ask, is it unintentional, or do ya just really like makin' situations as awkward as humanly possible?" Logan was able to get his shot off and sink his ball into the side pocket, but it was immediately followed by a finger poking him in the ribs as he jumped with a half-giggle, "Shit! Quit doin' that!"

The shapeshifter gave a satisfied smirk at his reaction and grabbed a cue stick for his turn at the game.

"You asked for it. But seriously, I felt so bad about what I said. If he already didn't before I'm sure he totally hates my guts now."

"Well I wouldn't sweat it too much. The guy's a prick. Besides I'm pretty sure he ain't in his room cryin' about it right now. He's heard a lot worse than yer tasteless joke so don't flatter yerself," Logan shrugged, rubbing a big hand over his irritated ribs as he begrudgingly finished off his beer.

"I guess so. Still I feel like maybe I should go apologize later. He might appreciate that. What do you think?" Morph was toying with the stick in his hand now as his mind wandered, causing the bigger man to roll his eyes.

"I think ya oughta stop worryin' about it an' take yer damn shot already."

"Sorry, it's the alcohol, I guess. I'm a bit of a lightweight if you haven't noticed," Morph replied, the effects of the alcohol making him a bit unsteady as he squinted and tried to line up his shot, "You know it wouldn't kill you to show a little more compassion once in a while."

"That'll be the day. Besides I think ya do enough o' that fer the both of us, Nancy," Logan grinned and slapped his friend on the upper back right after he had hit the cue ball, sending him face down into the table.

"Excuse me? Did someone say my name?" Morph sounded off with his best Scott Summers voice as he lifted his head to reveal the face of their team's leader, making Logan chuckle dryly.

"Yer a real riot, ya know that?"

"I'm very aware, thank you. And I still scored a point despite you. In fact it looks like I'm winning so far," Morph transformed back to normal and stuck his tongue out at him as Logan surveyed the remaining pool balls left in play.

"Easy to be winnin' when ya cheat. It's a little hard to concentrate when some shit head keeps ticklin' ya," he gave a stern look as Morph just giggled at the thought. 

With Logan's natural hyper senses and Morph's spirited personality and tendency to be physically affectionate it didn't take long for him to discover at some point in their relationship that Logan was unbelievably ticklish from head to toe; something Morph found incredibly hard to resist exploiting at every turn. 

With his adamantium skeleton and healing factor Wolverine was practically impenetrable and his mind was very accustomed to handling the worst pain imaginable so Morph was beyond pleased to find something that could easily crack through his tough outer shell and loosen him up a bit.

It didn't help that Logan always let him get away with it unscathed, but Morph also had the feeling that Logan really didn't mind it too much, despite what he might say.

"It's not my fault the big, bad Wolverine is so adorably sensitive," Morph teased with a pouting face as he gently tugged Logan's sideburn, receiving a half-hearted growl and swat to his hand, "Besides it's the most surefire way to get a smile out of you."

"I don't need ya worryin' about me so much, Morph. It ain't worth yer time," Logan huffed and poured himself another shot of whiskey.

"I think I'm allowed to be the judge of that. You can't shut us all out, you know? No matter how hard you may try. Like it or not, you're stuck with me until the end of time," he smiled broadly as Logan let out a sigh and swallowed the shot.

"I get what yer sayin', but ya have yer own problems that ya need to work out. The things ya went through with Sinister.....shit like that doesn't go away overnight. I know yer always hidin' yer pain behind humor, but sooner or later yer gonna have to deal with it. Take it from me, ya got a long road ahead before ya can even begin to start healin'. So the last thing I want is fer you to be takin' on all my fuckin' issues too," he sulked, leaning against the wall as Morph looked at him thoughtfully.

"You're right about some things, Logan. It is going to take me awhile to get through it all, but I am dealing with it in the best way that I know how. You see, sharing my humor with you all does help heal me. I realize I have a family here; people who actually care about me, and it makes me feel good knowing that I have the ability to make others feel good too. I feel like everyone here brings something to the table, and just having that type of support means the world to me. I can't even imagine what I'd be like if I was out on my own." 

A soft smile came to Morph's face as his mind wandered back. 

"I'll never forget how you did everything in your power to try to get me back on the team, even when you didn't succeed right away. I owe you a lot and believe me I'd never consider you not being worth my time. You have to know you deserve that and more."

"To be honest I don't think I ever deserve anything worthwhile," Logan took it all in and after a few moments of silence he finally nodded, "But ok, I believe ya. Just promise me ya won't take on more than ya can handle. It ain't fair to do that to ya."

"Now it's my turn to tell you not to worry about me so much," Morph grinned and punched him on the shoulder with no effect, "I know I've had my weak moments and even some breakdowns, but I promise you that I'm managing just fine for now. The best medicine I have is being here with you....and the rest of the team. Trust me."

"Yer one o' the few that I do in this whole world, bub. I don't know if that means somethin' to ya, but it does to me."

"It really really does. Truly. I may be drunk, but I promise it's not the beer talking when I say that I love you. Anyways cheer up. This is supposed to be a fun evening, not a pity party," Morph put his arm around Logan's shoulder to give him a firm side hug, feeling his tense muscles relax considerably.

"Sorry. I really am a piece o' work, in case ya haven't noticed. Didn't mean to bring down the mood."

"You're forgiven, but I have to warn you that if you don't smile soon then I may have to do something drastic. I'll have you know that it's always worth my time to hold you down and tickle you until you can't think straight," Morph added, pleased to see it made Logan snort a laugh before he hastily moved away from the other.

"I'm pretty sure that goes against the Geneva Convention, but whatever ya dumbass."

"You know I'm kind of thinking about doing it anyways since you didn't reciprocate my proclamation of love for you," Morph tilted his head and raised a teasing brow as Logan backed further away while shaking his head.

"That ain't necessary. I do love ya, buddy. Yer part o' the family, an' the team's just not the same without ya. Now quit threatenin' me an' just stay away on my next shot here, okay? Hands offa me."

"Alright alright, I won't do anything," Morph made his arms get sucked inside his body, grinning when he saw Logan let out another chuckle, "Oh but first..."

Morph's arm reappeared as he scurried to the nearby radio to turn on the popular music station, the sound of Freak Nasty's "Da Dip" coming out of the speakers.

"Now lets get this party back on track!" Morph declared as he began swaying his hips in place and moving his arms around in flowing patterns, allowing the beat to take over his body.

Logan tried to hold back his amused smirk as he watched.

"Will ya cut that out? Yer ridiculous." 

Morph turned around and made eye contact as he smiled mischievously and started dancing and scooting his way across the room towards his quarry while he sang along to the song.

"I put my hand upon your hip, When I dip, you dip, we dip, You put your hand upon my hip, When you dip, I dip, we dip..."

While belting out the chorus Morph placed his hand on Logan's side as he grabbed at Logan's hand and tried to place it on his own hip with the man struggling to fight him off the whole time.

"Get the hell offa me," Logan laughed at the silliness of his friend as he slapped at his busy hands and pushed back against him, "If ya think yer gonna get me dancin' then yer dead wrong. I haven't had that much to drink. Besides I need to take my turn at the game now."

Morph finally allowed himself to be pushed away as he put on a face of mock pout.

"Aw fine, you old party pooper. I'll let you off this one time, but next time you are gonna be shaking it with yours truly," he snapped his fingers and rocked his hips some more before straightening up and gesturing to the table, "Maybe you can remove that big stick from up your ass long enough to take your shot. Go ahead, I promise I won't touch you."

Logan rolled his eyes and flipped him off as he looked down again at the pool table. 

The only good shot he had was extremely close to the 8 ball so he would have to calculate this just right or he risked knocking it in. He picked up the chalk and rubbed it onto the tip of his cue stick before looking over at Morph, who stood innocently on the other side of the table against the wall, and then bent down to get into playing position.

The prospect of hitting in the 8 ball had him a little nervous, but after a few tense seconds he made his move. The cue ball went hurtling smoothly towards his striped ball before striking it where intended and sending it rolling down the table into the corner pocket.

Logan smirked and was about ready to gloat, but he failed to notice that the cue ball had just knicked the edge of the 8 ball and set it into motion as well. Morph's little gasp and excited pointing of his finger alerted him to it, though all he could do now was just watch and hope for a miracle.

He held his breath as the solid black ball ever so slowly rolled towards the center pocket before teetering on the edge of the lip........and then stopping. Logan released his breath, ready to start bragging again.

"An' that's how it's done," he managed to say just before the 8 ball finished its journey and fell into the pocket with a deafening clacking noise as it landed on the other balls.

It was quiet for a minute before Morph let out a whoop of triumph and punched at the air as he began bouncing around the room.

"I aaaam the chaaampion! I aaaam the chaaampion!" He sang as he obnoxiously danced around his grumpy teammate.

"Bullshit," Logan grumbled and then glared at Morph with accusation, "Ya bumped the table."

"I did not! Don't be a sore loser now. I believe you owe me some money," Morph grinned with a raised brow and held out his hand.

"Alright fine. Even though I'm sure ya knocked that 8 ball in somehow, I'll let ya have this one. What did we say? Ten bucks?"

"Yup, that was the wager," Morph nodded, watching Logan pull out his wallet before opening it with a shake of his head.

"Hmph, I'm a little short on cash right now. I'll have to get ya later."

"Hey no worries, I accept alternate forms of payment," Morph's smile widened while he eyed the bottle of whiskey set out nearby.

"Oh yeah? Think ya've had enough to drink already, pal," Logan smirked as he observed his friend swaying a little on his feet.

"Uh thanks for the advice, dad, but I'll say when I've had enough. I'm starting to lose my buzz here!" Morph made a poor attempt at grabbing the bottle away while Logan just smoothly moved it aside out of his reach.

"Nah, yer done. Yer worse than a teenage girl on prom night. Just as annoyin' too." 

"Ooooh I'm gonna tell Jubilee you said that."

"Well can't blame ya fer that. Ya girls gotta stick together, right?"

"You are just so insufferable, do you know that?" Morph smirked with his hand on his hip, making another grab for the bottle as Logan easily held him back with one hand and grinned.

"Thanks. Comes naturally."

"Aw come on, please? Just let me have one more drink and I'll consider your debt settled."

"I don't think so, bub. Trust me. Fer yer own good." 

Morph had to take pause because Logan's voice had lost its teasing tone and sounded more of genuine worry now. His eyes moved off of the whiskey bottle and looked up to Logan's face to find a look of concern spread over his usually intimidating features.

Despite how Logan normally wanted to portray himself the man certainly could be caught wearing his heart on his sleeves on more than one occasion. Morph felt a little guilt that he was causing his friend to worry about him again, even in such a small way. He certainly didn't want to ruin the mood again.

"Huh. Do you really think I've had too much?"

"Not yet, but I guarantee if ya have anymore you'll regret it. 'Sides it's not a good idea to start drinkin' the hard stuff after ya drank so much beer. Especially when it's like that sweet tastin' shit ya bought," Logan released his hold on him as Morph took a step back and crossed his arms with a joking pout.

"I wish I had your healing factor. Then I wouldn't be such a lightweight."

"It's a gift an' a curse, bub. Really I wouldn't wish it on anyone," Logan cast his eyes down and sighed as he momentarily picked up the whiskey bottle to screw the cap back on securely.

Dammit! He had stirred some gloom back into Logan's current train of thought. All he wanted was to keep the good times going for as long as possible, but he just kept digging the hole deeper every moment he opened his mouth. Time to just give in and admit being wrong.

"Okay okay, you're probably right. No more alcohol for me. I concede," Morph nodded as he bowed out with his hands up in defeat; happy to see Logan brighten up when he did.

"Glad yer comin' to yer senses. Tryin' to save ya from a bad hangover here, idiot."

"Aww my hero!" Morph momentarily sprouted feminine facial features and batted his big eyelashes as Logan sighed and rolled his eyes, "But hang on, you're not getting out of it that easy. You still owe me some kind of payment since I won the game."

"Well I don't have the money so tough shit. An' ya ain't gettin' this alcohol either so what're ya gonna do about it?" Logan smirked as he squared up his beefy shoulders and extended the claws on one fist in an attempt to intimidate his friend into backing down. 

Too bad that whole macho act never worked on Morph, but hearing his smug response definitely gave him some inspiration. He knew exactly just how he could collect some sort of payment and also take Wolverine's ego down a peg.

"Oh I'm not too concerned with either. I'm sure you'll pay me in some way very soon," the shapeshifter dismissed him with a hand before looking past and pointing behind him, "But hey, do you think that maybe Jean would like a drink?"

Logan was surprised because he hadn't detected Jean's scent anywhere near the room, but he still turned his head to look regardless and retracted his claws at the same time. The second he did that Morph plowed right into him like a linebacker and took him to the ground; pool stick clattering to the floor with the both of them.

"MORPH!! What the hell do ya think yer....?!?!"

"Bahaha! I knew you would fall for that! Change of plans, buddy boy! Loser can't pay then loser gets tickled!" Morph crowed with inebriated glee as he scribbled his fingers all over Logan's stomach with lightning speed.

Normally Logan could hold his own for a short while, but the alcohol in his bloodstream and the joking mood he had been in had all of his mental shields disabled, making him feel especially ticklish right now. Not even the thick flannel shirt he was wearing was dulling the sensations and the tickling had him cackling immediately.

"N-No! Daahahahahhahaa-Dohohohon't! Geheheheddoffamehehehehehe, ya stuhuhuhupid ahaahaahasshole!" Logan's left hand reflexively shot out, landing on Morph's face as he used it to try to push the other mutant off of him, but Morph only ducked under his reach and continued his vicious attack.

"Sorry, not happening. You can just keep your alcohol and your lousy ten bucks. Tickling you to death will do just fine," Morph's nimble fingers dug into his wide ribcage, tickling methodically between every rib for maximum effect. With that Logan's raspy laughter deepened as he desperately tried to crawl backwards with one arm while clumsily attempting to fend off his friend with the other.

"Mooooorph stahahahahahop! I wahahahas juhuhust try'na he-help yahahaha!"

"Do I look like I need help? Don't think so! The only one who needs help here is you. Except no one's coming to save you, mwahahahaha!" Morph laughed maniacally while drilling his fast-moving fingers into Logan's sides as the man's arms finally weakened and caved beneath him, collapsing onto his back in a heap of giggles.

Morph observed him fondly as the normally bad-tempered feral spastically twisted and squirmed helplessly while his big arms reflexively wrapped around his upper body in a last-ditch effort to protect himself, even though he knew it wasn't going to help him.

"Aw what's the matter, big guy? Is somebody just a little bit ticklish? Coochie coochie coo!"

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup! Bwahahahahaah! I swehehehehear I'm gonnahahahahahaha guhuhuhuhuut yaaaa!"

"Yawn. Boring. Heard that one before. You really need to come up with some new material, you know? But if you're serious this time, go ahead and do it. I'll wait," Morph dared with a smirk as he eyed the deadly hands and waited for the claws to emerge. But Logan's hands only flailed around as they tried to guard and block Morph out of gaining access to his sensitive torso; failing quite miserably.

"Yeeeah, I thought as much. I know you'd never hurt me if you could help it. So you just lay there and take it like the big, scary, ticklish man that you are."

Logan cursed that Morph had called his bluff, but what did he expect? The shapeshifting mutant knew him better than pretty much anyone.

"Shihihiiit! C'moohahahahahon! Quit-hahahaha-Quit ticklin' mehehehee!"

"Sure I'll stop.....once you piss yourself," Morph quipped immediately as Logan attempted to growl through his laughter.

"I f-fuhuhuhuckin' hahahahahate yahahaha!"

"Now that's a lie if I ever heard one. Fine, say something nice about me and I'll think about letting you live," Morph proposed while Logan quickly replied without any hesitation.

"Okaahaahaay! Yer goohoohood at b-bein' a dihihihihick!"

"Hmmm, while that may be true that's not exactly a compliment. Try again. Here I'll even give you a moment to breath in good faith," he paused the tickle attack as Logan panted from below him

"....Alright fine....I'll admit, ya are a good lookin' guy. I mean seriously, ya got model potential."

Morph wasn't expecting to hear something like that, and he was immediately put on alert as his face twisted into suspicion of Logan's exact intentions. 

"Oh get out of here, you don't mean that. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm no Sean Connery."

"Sure I do. An' ya know what? If this X-men thing doesn't work out for ya, ya could always take a job workin' as a department store manneQUINAAHAHAHAHaaahahahahhahaha!" Wolverine exploded back into guffaws as Morph jumped on top of him and resumed tickling him even harder.

"Ok, I have to admit that was a good one. But it was also RUDE! You, mister, have just earned yourself a nonstop tickle session!"

"W-Wohohohohorth ihihihihitahahahahahahaahah!"

The banter between them was always constant, but they both understood that it was all in good fun and never took anything to the heart. Not to mention it gave Morph plenty of excuses to really wreck his friend.

"One more chance! Come on, just say one serious thing! You know you appreciate my humor and wit, especially when I'm making fun of the other guys! I'm super good at making you laugh! You've said so yourself!"

Logan was really in over his head with Morph being very familiar with all of his most ticklish spots, but he couldn't stop himself from continuing to tease and provoke the shapeshifting mutant.

"Nohohohot hahahard! Aaahahahahaha! Ye-Yer fahahahaace dohohoes that alohohohone!"

Morph just sighed and shook his head with a pitying smile.

"Keep talking, dummy. It's only gonna make it worse for you. Speaking of worse, lets really get those lungs of your working!" 

From where he sat perched on his legs, Morph used his long reach to bury his furiously fluttering fingers into Logan's very ticklish armpits as the big lug howled in deep, rumbling laughter with his arms futilely clamping down; Morph being able to physically contort and manipulate his fingers to keep them easily working around in the tight crevices.

"Noooohohohohoho! Dahahahammit! Haahahahahahahahahaha! Nohohot thehehehere! Ahahahahalright alrihihihihight! Ju-hahahahhahah-Just st-stohahahahop fer a sehehehehehecond!" 

He was pretty surprised when Morph actually stopped as requested.

"I'm allowing leniency despite my better judgement, so this had better be good. No funny business," Morph crossed his arms with a smirk, looking down from his seat on top of his friend, who took a moment to catch his breath before nodding and taking on a more serious tone.

"Okay....Okay....ya win. Ya know what yer good at, Morph? I ain't lyin' when I say that yer one of the best people I know. Yer good at always showin' up fer the team no matter what the odds. Ya may not be the biggest guy, but ya got the biggest heart. I know I can always count on ya to have my back in a fight. Yer good at makin' things seem brighter when everything else looks grim. Ya have the most positive outlook of anyone I've ever met despite the things ya been put through. An' yeah, yer a pretty funny guy an' ya really do know what to say to make me laugh. On top of all that yer a damn good friend. No one appreciates ya more than me," he finished, seeing the complete look of surprise on Morph's face.

"Logan I....wow, that was.....I wasn't expecting all of that. Did you really mean it?"

"Yeah, of course I did. Ya know me, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. I'd go to the ends of the Earth fer ya, buddy," Logan's face was completely serious as he smiled up at him in the most genuine way, making Morph's heart melt.

"I know. You've proved that to me before, and I'll be forever grateful. I can't believe a blob of goo like me was lucky enough to land a friend like you," Morph reached out to put a gentle hand on his shoulder as Logan shook his head.

"No, I'm the lucky one, bub. Also worth mentionin' that yer one of the only people that can even come close to puttin' my mind in a more peaceful place, which ya know ain't easy," he joked, breaking the emotional tension as Morph barked a laugh.

"Hah! That I do know. You really are the most stubborn man I've ever met."

"But ya know what yer good at most of all, Morph? Somethin' yer untouchable at?"

Morph urged him on with his eyes, wondering what other compliments Logan could possibly throw at him, but as he watched his friend's soft smile turn into a smug grin he immediately knew something asshole-ish was about to leave his mouth. So much for that touching moment.

"Always makin' the worst jokes at the wrong times that just make the room so goddamn uncomfortable that ya could cut the tension with a-"

"YOU'RE DEAD!!" Morph declared and transformed into Spiral to give himself six arms as he took ultimate pleasure at seeing his friend's eyes widen in terror before all hands dispatched immediately to mercilessly tickle all over his ribs, stomach and under his arms.

The burly mutant instantly began laughing like crazy, unable to effectively defend against all the assaulting appendages at once and knowing he had completely screwed himself now.

"Mohohohohohohooorph nohohoho! Baahaahahhahahahahahaha! W-Wahaahaahaahaaaait! I tahahahake it bahaahaahaahaahaack!"

Morph temporarily transformed his face into Wolverine's to repeat his recent words.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it," he muttered in Logan's growly voice and then just as quickly resumed Spiral's appearance, "That is what you said, isn't it? So sorry to tell you that your request for a take-back is hereby DENIED!"

Morph went in on him hard now with hands even reaching back to tickle around Logan's knees and squeeze at his thighs as the heavily muscled mutant kicked and bucked and used whatever little energy he had left to try to defend himself. They both knew he was done for though.

"You know, you're not that smart. You could've easily used that whole brotherly love distraction to escape, but yet here you are. I should've known, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Morph then giggled with glee as he spotted a new opportunity. In all his thrashing about, Logan's button-down shirt had become untucked from his pants to expose a peek at his hairy, bare stomach.

"Ooooh now what have we here....?" Four of his hands immediately dove underneath the shirt to madly tickle the now vulnerable bare skin of Logan's upper body, causing him to let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeal before resuming his chaotic laughter and undecipherable babbling.

Morph couldn't help but laugh at his explosive reaction, still finding it hard to believe that the gruff and tougher than nails Wolverine was so helplessly ticklish; his bulky arms clamping against his body as he futilely tried to stop the hellish movements of the hands inside his shirt.

"So this is how the great Wolverine dies....his big dumb mouth getting himself tickled to death. Hey, that'll look great on your headstone, don't you think? Hehe, c'mon now. Say uncle, ya big lug," Morph smirked as he gazed down at the state of his friend, "You know you're kinda cute when you look like this."

Logan was wheezing for air between harsh laughs as tears leaked out of his eyes, weakly wriggling on the floor and resigning himself to his fate. He desperately scrunched up his shoulders as teasing fingers reached in to scratch all over his thick neck and under his chin before easily finding the sensitive spots behind his ears.

He couldn't even throw out any more of his smart ass replies and joking insults because of how hard he was laughing from the thirty fingers assaulting so many of his weak spots; currently massacring his rock hard abs and muscular obliques.

Big muscles, healing factor, adamantium bones....all completely useless against the tickles.

Morph was always content to keep him laughing for as long as possible, though he left the ball in Logan's court and gave him plenty of opportunities to get himself out of it. Seldom did he ever seem to take it and would blame it on his strong will and stubbornness.

His whole life the man only knew mistreatment and pain of the highest levels, so Morph never wanted to be the reason for Logan to experience anything like that. He made it his mission to only provide him with good touches including hugs, comforting pats and caresses, roughhousing and wrestling matches, and of course playful tickling.

He admitted tickling could be seen as borderline torture, but if Morph had any inclination that Logan really found displeasure in being tickled then he'd never do it to him again. His claws coming out was usually a good indicator when the feral mutant wasn't happy with something.

But no, Logan would goad him on and continue making asshole comments, and even when directly threatened with the consequence he'd refuse to back down until he struck the right nerve in Morph that would end in his own ticklish demise. Then he'd make a show to resist and curse Morph out and eventually beg for it to stop, but Morph could tell he was never entirely serious about it. 

Still there were many times that Morph in fact would stop if he wasn't quite sure, but then some smart-mouthed words from Logan would pull him right back into it. Not that Morph minded this one bit. 

All in all, he was pretty certain that Logan just enjoyed being involved in some harmless physical contact with someone that he fully trusted; someone he knew would never purposely try to hurt him; someone he felt safe with.  That alone was the biggest, unspoken compliment that Logan could ever give him.

Of course Morph would never force Logan to admit any of that though if that's the way Logan preferred it. For now, he would just continue in his quest to drive the Canadian berserker berserk.

"Give up? Are you ready to be nice to your old pal, Morph?" The shapeshifter smirked, finding that poking and probing into Logan's navel could force squealing giggles out of him as his bigger hands frantically tried to push Morph's devilish digits away.

"Quit fighting it. Just let it happen. Hmm let's get these arms out of the way, shall we?"

Morph now used four of his hands to pry Logan's arms away from his body and pin them to the floor while the remaining two dove in for the kill. The fingers began tickling a particularly sensitive area around Logan's hips where the adonis belt dipped into his pants, renewing the man's energy to struggle as he flopped like a fish and howled in hysterics.

"AAAahaahahahahaha! Nohoho fahahahahaaair! Stop stop-Ahahahahahhaahaa!! Pleheeheeheeheease!! No mohohohohohohore!! I caaaahahahahahaha- I caahaan't tahahahahahake ihihihihit!!"

It had reached Morph's favorite part where Wolverine started begging for mercy. It was quite amusing to Morph that the thought to do so would never even cross the tough mutant's mind when under duress and suffering extreme pain through an enemy, but undergoing a ruthless, although good-natured, tickling could always break him in the end.

Morph knew this meant that he was just about tapped out, but that left no reason why he couldn't tease him just a little more. See if Logan managed to work up a second wind.

"I absolutely will if you can answer me this one question........Who's a silly ticklish Wolvie? Huh? C'moooon, you know the answer," he was reaching underneath to tickle the backside of his ribcage while Logan snorted and giggled uncontrollably, arching his back in desperate attempts at reprieve.

Still being the man that he was Logan couldn't resist taking one last stand against his playful tormentor, even though he knew he was going to instantly regret it.

"Fuhuhuhuhuhuck yoohoohoohoooou!!"

Logan was just so adorably predictable.

Morph let his fingers respond to that as they immediately launched into the deepest part of his armpits, sprouting a few extra fingers to leave no spot untickled and causing Logan to scream with laughter as he had no way to guard one of the most ticklish spots on his whole body with his arms restrained like they were.

"OHAHAHahahaahaha!! No no!! Nohohohot thahahahaat!! Bwaahahahahahahahahaa!! Shihihihihiiit!! I'm sahahahahahorry!! St-Staahahahahahhahahaap!! Pleeeeease stahahahahahap!!"

"Stop? Please? You're sorry? What happened to the tough guy a second ago? Hm? What happened to 'fuck you'?" Morph teased him mercilessly as his fingers continued to knead into the pit hollows and squeeze the ticklish muscles on the sides of his pecs, watching a few tears roll down the red face of the hysterically laughing Wolverine.

"Gaaahhahahahhahahahaha!! Pleeheeheeheeease!! Stahahap ticklin'!! Aahahahahahahahaa!! Yer kihihihihihi-killin' meheheheheheehee!! I give up!! I give uhuhuhuhup! "

With that Morph smiled in satisfaction as his fingers finally pulled away and he released his hold on Logan's arms, transforming from Spiral back into his normal form. He'd love to just tickle him all day if Logan would let him, but when the man had had enough, he'd had enough, and Morph respected that.

Logan just laid there with his eyes closed and his head lolled back as he heavily panted for air, though still with a big grin stuck on his face.

"....Fuck......Am I....dead?"

"Nah sorry, you're not getting away from me that easily. But I'm pleased to inform you that your debt is now paid, loser," Morph grinned and reached down to pat his face gently on the cheek as he climbed off of him and sat to the side to watch him start to get his breath back. 

After a few long moments the bigger man slowly regained his energy and hauled the upper half of his hefty body into a sitting position, tugging his shirt back down from where it had bunched up under his chest.

"Shit, that was a helluva debt. Think after that ordeal I'm paid up fer the next several decades."

"Pffft! Yeah, you wish," Morph snorted as he stood up and reached a hand out to help Logan off the floor, letting Logan's hand rest on his shoulder to help steady his legs, "You alright there, buddy?"

"M'fine. Could definitely use a drink though," he smirked and playfully pushed Morph aside as he went straight for the whiskey, not even bothering with a glass as he drank a few gulps right from the bottle and felt his nerves start to relax a little.

"Go on. Drink up, big guy. Gotta get you ready for round two," Morph undeniably teased as Logan almost choked on the alcohol, letting out a cough as he glared over at the other mutant through a side eye.

"Next time I'm just gonna let ya drink whatever ya want an' let ya deal with the damn hangover," Logan grumbled as he lifted a meaty hand to wipe the drying tears off of his cheeks

"Now you're learning. I don't expect you to protect me from everything, you know? Sometimes I just have to face the consequences of my own actions."

"I can't help it, it's an unavoidable instinct. I just....," Logan sighed, "I'd never want anything bad to happen to ya ever again Morph, if I can prevent it. Even somethin' so small. Sorry, I don't mean to meddle so much."

Morph frowned a little that he said something that was making Logan's mood start to dip again.

"No no, you weren't so stop apologizing. I'm very grateful and appreciative that you would go out of your way to look out for me. You're the only one in my life who's ever done that and it's not something I take for granted."

"Yeah, well fer the record I really meant everything I said earlier. Yer my best friend an' ya mean a lot to me. Ya've helped me out in more ways than you'll ever know," his smile returned as he put the bottle down and looked back up at Morph with warm eyes.

"Thanks Logan. And I hope that me getting you to laugh all the time counts for some of that. I know you've got a lot of heavy things on your mind and it makes me feel good to be able to pull you out of that once in a while. Making you laugh always seems to put you in a better mood anyways," Morph smiled back, not expecting Logan to admit to any of that, but surprised when he did.

"Hmph, guess it does. I mean, when ya tickle me like that it completely overwhelms my mind to where I'm just focused on the current situation an' it's honestly hard to think about anything else. Which I guess what yer sayin' is the whole point?"

"Yup, exactly. It just drives all your bad thoughts away for the time being. Just consider me your personal therapist and do not question my remedies," Morph crossed his arms over his chest with a smug look as Logan just shook his head.

"Wasn't. Just wonderin' what goes on in that head o' yers sometimes. I'll admit it does make me feel pretty euphoric after it's all said an' done. My head feels high as a kite right now."

"That's because laughing is good for you! By the way, has anyone ever told you that you have the best laugh ever?" Morph asked with a giddy smile that Logan didn't seem to notice as he snorted and used a hand to dismiss his words.

"Aw cut that out. No need to drive the knife deeper. Besides not many people get me laughin' the way ya do so they wouldn't know."

"Well that's their loss. It's really a good look for you. I love when you smile," Morph threw his arms around him to give him a bear hug as Logan sighed in resignation and softly patted his arm.

"Still gettin' used to it. An' the torture method.....I'm sorry....yer therapy that ya use to get it outta me. Think ya almost broke my healin' factor with that last round," Logan shook his head with a smirk; the nerves below his skin still tingling from the overstimulation.

"Wellllll you did kind of ask for it. I would've stopped a lot sooner if you weren't being such an ass. I don't know if you know this, but you're quite the arrogant bastard. The biggest I've ever met, for the record."

Logan chuckled heartily at his comment.

"Yeah, I'm very aware of that. Not somethin' I can just turn off unfortunately."

"Oh no, please don't ever change. It's always a good excuse for me to tickle you crazy. I haven't heard you beg like that since that one time you thought you were being funny by putting your feet on my lap when we were on the couch watching the hockey game. Kurt was there too, remember?" Morph smiled big time with the memory playing through his mind as Logan squirmed in place at the thought.

"Believe me, I learned my lesson from that one. I'm surprised I'm still alive after what the two o' ya did to me," he shuddered as he remembered the incident.

Unluckily for Logan, Kurt also loved to partake in his ticklish weakness, and he did not hesitate one second to join in on the attack on his good friend as his three-fingered hands and prehensile tail attacked Logan's upper body, using his teleportation to get at him from all angles. 

Meanwhile Morph had decided it would be fun to transform into Nightcrawler as well, giving him the extra tail appendage to tickle between Logan's sensitive toes with the velvety tip while his fingers went to town on his bare soles.

"You have to admit it was pretty funny when Ororo, Jubilee and Rogue all heard your screaming and burst into the room because they thought you were being murdered," Morph giggled as Logan scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, that's kinda what I would call it," he growled sheepishly as his toes cringed inside his boots, "Just dealin' with one of ya is more than I can handle. But the both o' ya at the same time? Yeah, that's pretty much attempted murder."

"Shut up, you liked it. So feel free to put those big stompers of yours in my lap any time you want," the shapeshifter gave him a wink as Logan just returned it with a blank face and a raised eyebrow.

"Pass."

"Aww c'mooon, not even for a little massaaaage?" Morph teased as he moved behind the shorter man and rubbed his shoulders before being shrugged off.

"Just fuck off, would ya?"

"Okay okay, no need to get testy. I'm really good at it though, just for the record. I've got plenty of references to back me up," he cracked his fingers and wiggled them up in the air with a cheesy smile.

"I'll keep it in mind," Logan couldn't help the smirk that came over his face as then he looked up at the clock mounted on the wall, "Hmph only 11:20pm, still early. Unless yer ready to call it a night."

"Not yet I'm still feeling pretty awake. I'm more of a night owl these days so I'll be glad to keep you company for a while longer. If you don't mind, that is," Morph added, making Logan glance back over at him questionably.

"Why would I?"

"I don't know. I feel like sometimes I annoy you too much and maybe you'd want some space from me," the shapeshifter answered, feeling a bit insecure as he crossed his arms in front of himself.

"Course yer annoyin'. Yer loud an' ya never stop talkin'. Ya drive me nuts with all yer crazy antics," Logan said matter of factly as Morph felt a tightness in his chest and looked down at the floor in shame until Logan continued with a gentler tone, "But that's on me, not you. Sometimes I just get a lil' bent outta shape too easily so don't take it personal. I'm just a grumpy old prick. If anything, I'd feel like yer the one who would want space away from me."

Morph immediately brightened back up, lifting his head as his frown turned into a soft smile.

"Just know yer great, Morph. Yer always goin' outta yer way to make people happy, even someone like me who doesn't deserve it. You'll never not be welcome to share in my prescence."

"Thanks for telling me that Logan. And for the record no, I'd never need space from you. No matter how much of an insufferable prick you can be."

Logan laughed loudly as he clapped a large hand onto Morph's shoulder and shook him a little.

"Appreciate it, bub. So ya wanna play another game or what?" He asked as he started pulling the pool balls out of the pockets and placing them back onto the table.

"Yeah sure, why not. But we're not going to bet anything this time, right? You obviously don't have any money to put up so unless you want me to tickle the shit out of you again, I'd say you're all out of bargaining chips, buddy," Morph crossed his arms with a holier than thou grin, watching Logan down the remainder of the whiskey.

"Tell ya what bub, if I lose again how 'bout I let ya give me that foot massage?"

Morph smirked at him, leaning against the pool table on one hand.

"Oh is that so? And what makes you think that's what I'd want as my prize?"

Logan just shrugged his shoulders as if he was unbothered by that and began setting up the pool balls.

"Alright suit yerself. Just forget it then."

"Now hold on, hold on. It was just a question. Hmmm but okay, it's a deal. No take backs. This is now a legally binding verbal contract," Morph momentarily transformed into a court judge and banged a gavel onto the table.

Logan chuckled as he finished getting all the balls into the triangular rack.

"Yer a crazy guy, Morph. If I win though yer buyin' me a new bottle....No....two more bottles o' booze," he declared and dangled the now empty whiskey jug in the air.

"Deal, but I don't plan on losing. But hey, it should be a win for you too. I bet with your heightened senses a massage feels extra good."

"I guess so, but I've never known it any other way so ya got yer work cut out fer ya. Let me at least get washed up first though, alright? I showered a lil' over an hour ago, but these boots have seen some miles," he looked down at his feet and rocked back on the heels.

"If you insist. But if you need any help in the shower, I'm always available. You know, if you're having any trouble getting those hard-to-reach areas...," Morph winked and nudged him suggestively, making Logan snort a laugh.

"Thanks, but I think I can manage. Oh an' hey, no cheatin' in this game this time around, okay? That means no bumpin' the table-"

"I told you I didn't bump the table!"

"Whatever. An' if ya tickle me even one time ya automatically forfeit the win. Got it?"

"Okay okay fine. Scout's honor," Morph held up his hand while sneaking his other hand over to give a quick dig into Logan's ribs as the man jumped with a yelp and then glared back at him.

"Dammit! What did I just-?!?!"

"Hehehe, that doesn't count. We didn't start the game yet," Morph snickered as Logan sighed and facepalmed before picking up his pool stick that was still on the floor from his earlier tussle with the shapeshifter.

"Ya know Morph, if I didn't love ya so much I'd kill ya."

"Awwww that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. You know option number two is that you could also just forfeit now and allow me to collect on my winnings," Morph teased as he draped arms over Logan's shoulder and squeezed his bicep, making Logan shake his head and squirm out of his embrace.

"Nice try bub, but Wolverine forfeits to no one. Now stand back. Maybe you'll learn somethin'," Logan leaned over the table, getting his stick into position as he got ready to break. 

He smirked knowing he was going to sandbag it and allow Morph to win again. Like he did earlier when he himself had unnoticeably bumped the table so the 8 ball fell in. Let Morph win just like he always did.

Just as Morph always wanted to keep him happy, he also wanted the same for his friend and more. To let him know that he always had someone rooting for him in his corner and actually gave a damn about his well-being. He'd do whatever it takes to keep his spirits high, even if it came at his own expense.

He knew Morph would be true to his word and give him an amazing massage, which was hard to come by these days, and Logan would relish in every bit of it. Even when it inevitably turned into tickling because he knew Morph wouldn't be able to resist himself with the knowledge that Logan's feet were easily his most ticklish spot.

Logan would of course play his part fully, protesting profusely and laughing his ass off all to Morph's delight while doing his best to not accidentally kick his teeth in with a flailing foot. Though he shivered a little knowing that Morph was more than capable of restraining him and then he'd just have to take it. Though in a weird way he found that he wasn't exactly bothered by the thought of that.

Thinking about it took him out of his game and unable to fully focus as he jabbed the cue ball to break, and while the balls all scattered over the table not one of them went into a pocket. He forced a grumpy face for show as he looked over at his grinning friend.

"Looks like it's going to be an early night. You know you can just skip the shower. I don't mind your musk."

Logan couldn't deny that a massage sounded better sooner than later.

"Well if ya really don't mind....," Logan gave the table a firm bump with his hip, making all the pool balls including the 8 ball fall into the pockets as he shrugged his shoulders while Morph looked at him with a knowing smile, "Damn. Guess I lose again."

"Nah, like I said you're still winning. Tell you what, I'll still even buy you another couple bottles of whiskey after this," Morph promised as he walked to the other side of the room and sat on the end of the large couch placed against the wall, "Here should be good. Whenever you're ready."

Logan was a little hesitant walking over as Morph made a big display of stretching and cracking his fingers before patting his lap. He sat down on the couch and then turned his body sideways, lifting his legs to drop his heavy boots onto Morph's thighs as the other mutant teasingly ran a hand over the top of them.

"Hm. Big feet, huh? You know what they say about that," Morph laughed at his implication, making Logan's mouth twitch into a smirk.

"Nah, what do they say Kevin?" He asked in a teasing tone, making Morph pause with a blush tinting at his cheeks as he was caught off guard by Logan's response and the use of his chosen name.

"W-Well you know.....big feet big.....boots. What were you thinking?! Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter, your pervert!"

Logan chuckled at how easily flustered Morph was as he leaned back on the couch armrest.

"Takes one to know one, bub. Now get rubbin'."

"See comments like that are what get you in trouble. I'll make sure you pay for it later," Morph warned with a devious smile and then got to work, beginning the process of carefully pulling off his boots.

Logan just watched it happening in slow motion, wondering exactly how he let himself get talked into this. Actually, he did know how. And he found himself looking forward to the attention.

"Easy now. Be nice," Wolverine growled a little, the realization of knowing what he was getting into really setting in now.

"Aren't I always?" Morph smirked as he dropped each boot on the floor as they came off and then in a couple swift movements had tugged off Logan's socks as well

"So delusional," Logan shook his head as his now bare toes wiggled a little from the exposure, "At least try not to tickle."

"That's not the current plan and I promise I won't be trying to, but if it does happen then I'm sorry, but it's your fault for being so ticklish," he reached down and firmly squeezed both of Logan's wide, meaty soles as the older mutant rolled his head back and groaned from the touch, making Morph grin, "Looks like you might be okay though."

He began further testing as his fingers pressed in hard and slid down Logan's soft arches to begin kneading into his plump heels while Logan struggled to keep the sounds of pleasure from leaving his lips.

"Fuuuuck.....Damn Morph.....Ya weren't lyin'.....That feels.....fantastic...," he squirmed and moaned with his eyes closed; his reactions causing Morph to beam with pride.

"Like that, eh? I told you I was good," he began rubbing circles from his heels back up into the balls of his feet, finding the skin to be surprisingly supple, "Now answer me this, how does a guy like you have such soft feet?"

Logan just threw his hands up in a shrug as his mind became focused on the sensations though he ended up rumbling in disappointment when Morph's hands pulled away for the moment.

"Easy big boy, I promise there's more where that came from. And if you really enjoy this then perhaps later I could interest you in a full body session," Morph offered with a hopeful smirk and a raised brow as Logan was quick to give a nod.

"Might actually take ya up on that. I haven't had a good massage in.....shit, I can't even remember."

"Well that's about to change right now. So without further ado let's get started off on the right foot here," Morph put his hand on the top of Logan's right foot and laughed at his own pun as Logan made a point to roll his eyes harder than usual.

"Geez, tough crowd. Come on, that was funny," he grinned slyly as his fingers now drifted around to give the sole of his foot a quick tickle.

"AHAH!" Logan barked out a laugh and jerked his foot away before delivering a warning glare and reluctantly placing his foot back onto Morph's lap, "Fucker."

"Hey I had to get at least one in. Now I'm going to keep it professional. If I accidentally do tickle you then just tell me and make sure to keep still. Though I'm going to warn you right now, if you kick me at any point then the massage is over and it's game on. So please give me a reason," Morph teased as he rubbed his hands together and prepared to really get serious.

Logan quietly considered the threat, and while he was looking forward to the massage, he also couldn't resist his urge to live life dangerously. And hell, maybe he was also a bit of a masochist sometimes.

While Morph was prepping, Logan pulled his foot back a little and aimed it right at Morph's stomach before thrusting it forward.

Morph got the wind knocked out of him ever so slightly as he coughed and grabbed the offending foot to push it back. He then squinted evilly back at Logan who had a shit-eating grin on his face while he sat there with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Whoops. Must've slipped."

Morph sighed, thinking he probably deserved it for sneaking in that tickle, and released his hold on his foot.

"Fine. You get one freebie. But do it again and I promise you you're going to be wishing so hard that you could take it back once you see how bad you're going to get it because I'm not stopping until the sun comes up and by the looks of that clock on the wall it's going to be several hours before that comes even close to-UGGH!" Morph grunted as the foot collided with his stomach again.

"Quit babblin' an' just do it, pussy," Logan smirked, the words no sooner leaving his lips before tendrils shot out of Morph's body and tightly wrapped around his ankles to keep him from ever having any chance at pulling his feet away until Morph decided he was allowed to.

And Logan wouldn't have it any other way.

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Hello! I don't know how this works, but anyways, I wanna make a request n.n

Can you do any character you like X neighbor who's sensitive to loud sounds?

If you don't want to feel free to ignore xD Thanks!

No worries at all, thanks for requesting!! <3 /p

I’ll just do this with Wally since I’m itching to write for him rn :] if you’d like to see a specific character later on feel free to re-ask!! /nf

Catastrophic Cacophony

Wally x GN!Reader Who’s Sensitive to Loud Sounds!

Headcanon format (.. Drabble length. I am a fool.. /lhj) , relation can be interpreted by reader!

As long as you could remember, loud noises got to you. Whether they startled you, or however you reacted, they got to you. It’s just how you were, which is perfectly okay! But to say it didn’t pose an issue sometimes would be.. difficult.

From a particularly loud laugh from a friend, or a screechy microphone at an assembly, to concerts, to movie theatres— loud was everywhere. It could be mediated with headphones, of course, but it was still everywhere. So when you moved into the quaint, sleepy neighbourhood? It was quite relieving!

Sure, the denizens would sometimes get a bit rowdy and loud— but they all seemed to understand if you withdrew, or needed a break— which was very relieving! Besides, they weren’t too loud— nothing going inside your quaint little home couldn’t remedy!

Today was one of those days. The sounds had piled up, and it somewhat felt like everything kept getting louder. Sure, you could maybe brush off the occasional screech— even if it rustled your jimmies a bit (/j), but today? Far too much, far too fast.. So off you took! Bidding the others farewell, you’d take off— taking to idly strolling around the town, today!

As you took a moment to breathe in the newfound silence, settling on one of the rickety, brightly coloured benches of the town— you’d soon hear a small creak from its backrest. This was soon followed by a familiar voice, slow and quiet.

“Helloo.”

It was none other than Wally. His impeccably quiet walking had gotten the better of your senses today— ignoring the fact you.. weren’t actually too sure where he showed up from!

Peeking up, you’d give a brief smile and a hushed greeting before looking away from his unwavering gaze. Slightly intimidating, but by now you knew he meant no harm!

“Do you mind.. if I join you, neighbour?”

You glance over again, immediately meeting his gaze again, and give a small nod. Soon, he’d settle on the bench beside you.

Over time, you had noticed that he seemed to notice your issues— though it wasn’t like you tried to really hide them all too much, anyhow. You noticed as, when he was alone with you, he seemed to make an extra effort to not be loud— which wasn’t too hard for the puppet, anyhow, but I digress.

His voice wouldn’t raise much further beyond his normal talking voice, and his tone would stay steady— never skipping up too high. He wasn’t really sure if pitch got to you, too, but better safe than sorry! Not like he minded to speak somewhat flatly, anyhow— it was already how he spoke, to an extent!

Seemingly, though, he had just followed you out here for your company. He didn’t mind comfortable silence, and he surely hoped you didn’t, too.

Even if that silence was.. a smiiidge less comfortable due to the fact, unless he got momentarily distracted, he was just.. kinda staring at you, idly. Why, he’s an artist, he can’t help but to observe (/j)!

But, with that, you two would just.. sit. Maybe you’d chat a bit, when you had calmed down— he’d let you lead when that conversation would start. But until then? He was perfectly happy to sit in silence with you. Especially on such a nice day!

Hihi!! So sorry if that wasn’t great <:] I wasn’t too sure what to do with the prompt— but I hope the way I took it was satisfactory either way!! Thank you again for requesting!!

I also kinda,, maybe a smidge based this off of my own sensitive hearing HAHA — but I’m hoping I didn’t make it too specific! Tried to make it able to apply to a majority :]

… if you saw me post this early on accident because my finger slipped; nuh uh, no you didn’t /lhj HAHA

[jennyandvastraflint]

Thank you for the ask!! Would you give me some snippets in return, please?

2. that makes me laugh (you know that's always my favourite <3)

4. with dialogue i'm proud of

11. with characters i want to write more in the future

16. from a recent piece i want to brag about

19. from that project that was SUPPOSED to be short but then i kept writing and now it is very long

21. that i liked, but had to cut

22. that is so blissfully self-indulgent

Please also feel free to skip whichever you don't feel like doing <3

Hiii, yes of course! Always giving you snippets <3 I'll put them under a cut though, because it's rather lengthy XD

2. that makes me laugh (you know that's always my favourite <3)

Here's a bit from a WIP <3

Strax held open the door for Madame Vastra and Miss Jenny, and was promptly greeted by Jenny stumbling out and running off to relieve herself of her lunch. “This is why human means of regaining energy are inefficient,” Strax complained, waiting for Jenny to stop retching after he had gotten all their luggage down from the carriage. Vastra glared at him from where she was standing next to Jenny, holding her hand. “I rather think your rampageous driving style is to blame for this, Strax,” she called, and she beckoned him over. “Do take the luggage up to our rooms, please, and inform the landlady we will be joining you shortly.” Strax agreed with a grunt, and he began heaving the cases in. Some of the humans inside the dwelling looked at him strange, but he had no time for their “con-versations”, and he waddled past them all until he bumped into one creature with two heads stacked on top of each other.

4. with dialogue i'm proud of

Have a snippet from my Holiday in the North WIP that I still need to finish!!!

“Oh, me darling,” Jenny coaxed, tracing a finger over Vastra’s jawline. A shiver went through Vastra, and she tried hard to maintain her sulky expression. Jenny decided to lay it on thick, and she threw herself to her wife’s chest. “Oh please, dearest Vastra, me strong warrior, forgive me!” She made a little weep and cried on, “Sweetheart, I love you so, please.” A cool hand brushed against Jenny’s dry cheek, and Vastra’s arm pulled her a little closer. She heard the telltale noise of Vastra’s breath hitching, and when she looked up, squeezing out exactly one tear, she saw the dark fluster on Vastra’s cheeks. “You fell for it,” Jenny then grinned, noting the bewilderment on Vastra’s face. “I did not!,” she immediately protested, nostrils flaring. After a few seconds, she couldn’t fight off a smile, and she said, “Well… If it is worth anything, I have already long forgiven you, my dear.” She placed a tender kiss to Jenny’s lips, then drew her down to sit on Vastra’s lap. Jenny adjusted herself until she sat comfortably, Vastra’s hands eagerly fiddling with the pins in her hair. “Mmmh, someone’s needy,” Jenny hummed before she leaned in for another kiss that swallowed up a grumble Vastra had just made. Jenny’s hands wandered to Vastra’s neck, and she undid the topmost button to gently scratch some of Vastra’s scales.

11. with characters i want to write more in the future

That would definitely be the Bloomsbury Bunch, Vella, Stonn, Tom! Giving you a snippet from a WIP because I don't think I've published anything about them yet?

In another place, a Sontaran paced around the room, staring down at his calculations. Vella lazily lifted her head from her nest of blankets in the sun by the window and rolled her eyes. “Stop pacing, Stonn, you’ll run the carpets ragged.” “Ahhh, heinous reptile! It is not like you have to organise an entire wedding! And it must be perfect!” “Mamma mia, here we go again,” Vella groaned, stretching her limbs before she slid from the blankets. She towered over Stonn as she came to a halt in front of him. “Stonn. It does not have to be perfect. Tom doesn’t care, so long as you two get to spend the day together. I will never understand the fuss you are making about this… You could just go to a local church. I could eat the clergy, so they can’t try and stop you.” Her tongue flicked forth from between sharp teeth, and Stonn shook his head – that is to say, due to his lack of a neck, he shook his entire upper body.

16. from a recent piece i want to brag about

Her mind crept to sacrilegious acts, violating the solely spiritual rites of worship she had been taught, and she craved more. To worship her goddess with everything she was, everything she had and could give. She would let her goddess make her scream with pleasure, and return the favour if her deity so wished. Her lips yearned to explore, to taste the spilt blood and clean her goddess’s hands and cheeks from it. She wanted to utter unspoken prayers, press them to Jenny’s lips with hers, sing in sounds deemed too passionate for prayer. (from sing unspoken prayers with my lips on yours)

Look I just. I love this bit and this entire fic. There's something so alluring about women splattered in blood, and Vastra 100% would be turned on by that. Like she has an almost religious devotion to Jenny anyway, and just <3

19. from that project that was SUPPOSED to be short but then i kept writing and now it is very long

Did you mean literally any fic I've written, ever? I think the most prominent example for this rn is Turn Loose the Mermaids, which I unfortunately haven't written the next part for yet... I'll give you a snippet from the last chapter again dhfgjskg They're just soooooo <3 (Also, this was a scene that wasn't in my original plan AT ALL, though most of that part wasn't... I planned to introduce the crew shortly, but I decided it needed the time.)

“But other- people, the ones we rescue, and in town, they always think I’m being rude when I don’t look into their eyes.” “They don’t understand it’s difficult for you, Vastra. But you’re already doing so much to make them comfortable, they could do that one thing in return, couldn’t they,” Jenny said, and she took Vastra’s other hand, the one with the pearl necklace. “They didn’t like you flapping your hands or squeezing them a lot either, so we got you the necklace you can wear because that is seen as more… acceptable by them, right?” “Hmhm,” Vastra made, and she ran her thumb over one of the bigger pearls. “I like the necklace too, it’s very smooth. But…” She put it away and grinned as she reached for Jenny’s tied up curls. “I like this a lot more…” The curl bounced back when Vastra let go of it, and she began twirling it around her finger. Jenny felt herself fluster, like she always did when Vastra was being so gentle. Eventually, a cool hand cupped Jenny’s face, and she was drawn in for a long, gentle kiss.

21. that i liked, but had to cut

I don't really cut things, and if I do, like a sentence or two, I usually delete them entirely? Sooo, unfortunately no snippet for you here? But have a second one that might make you laugh instead!

“So you admit you sang!” Vastra let out a quiet hiss, or maybe it was a muttered curse word in Silurian. “I don’t know what planted that idea in your head in the first place, love…” Well, if Vastra would remain stubborn, Jenny just had to use any means at her disposal. “Vastra?” “Yes, dear?” “If you don’t admit you sang, and in the worst Cockney impression I’ve heard in my entire life, I’ll ask Strax to give you some lessons…” Abruptly, Vastra halted, and Jenny was yanked close by her tie. “You wouldn’t dare,” Vastra growled, her face mere inches away. Neither the darkness nor the black veil could conceal the angry glint in Vastra’s eyes, but Jenny had to admit, that gleam rather served to stroke the flames in her heart more.

22. that is so blissfully self-indulgent

Okay, I don't have one as a WIP rn, but I'll just give you something from a published fic XD Quite frankly, the entire gentle hair brushing/braiding/playing business is awfully self-indulgent... So here's a snippet from a kindest heart made me believe the world as I wish it to be

“Jenny?“ Vastra’s voice finally reached her, and though her sight was blurry, Jenny found Vastra’s eyes. “’m sorry,” she instantly gasped, and only now she noticed the tears dripping down her face. “You do not need to apologise, Jenny. I… was just wondering whether I was being too rough, if I upset you.” Vastra seemed to physically hold herself back from touching Jenny, or wiping her tears. Jenny did it herself, and she gave Vastra a smile. “I’m fine. Sorry. I- Me thoughts were elsewhere. You are being very gentle.” Vastra opened her mouth, like she wanted to ask something else, but she decided against it and shuffled behind Jenny again. Even more gentle now, she continued her work of parting Jenny’s hair. Finally, she picked up the brush and ran it through Jenny’s hair. At the first brush strokes, Jenny tilted her head back a little, following the soothing tugging. One of Vastra’s hands lay flat against Jenny’s back now, and Jenny’s mouth felt dry at the touch, her entire body trembling. The pressure on her shoulder blade felt… good, nice, and even comforting.

I hope you enjoy these snippets!!

[redfoxtail26]

DP AU where ghosts are invisible to non-ghosts by default:

Ghosts still can be visible, but it's an active power like how invisibility is in canon, and other ghosts can still see them when invisible, so most don't really see a point to it.

Halfas are always at least slightly visible, even in ghost form. When switching forms, they retain the same level of visibility.

All ghosts, halfa or otherwise, are entirely intangible, except to other ghosts. Most can switch to full tangibility at will.

This has certain consequences:

Since Danny can be seen by ghosts, and partially seen by humans, there's little to no tactical advantage to being "invisible".

In most cases, Phantom is the only ghost seen fighting, and is therefore blamed for almost all of the property damage by ghosts (even if he wasn't present).

Most people aren't entirely sure Phantom is a ghost, despite the name. After all, he claims to be fighting ghosts, but can't or won't explain why people can see him and not the rest. Since he's the only "ghost" most people have seen, there's no concrete evidence that ghosts exist.

Phantom having a secret identity is public knowledge. There's not really a strong investigation (just the local police), since he's mostly regarded as a non-violent vandal.

It's way harder for him to get to the scene of a fight. What with the lack of ghost awareness, his only alert systems are his ghost sense and word of mouth that "something weird is going on" or "that Phantom guy is up to something again".

As an added bonus, Danny gets in a lot more trouble for skipping class (not that he didn’t get in a lot before), because there's no panic over ghost attacks until Phantom shows up, and it's minimal even then.

The Fentons still believe in ghosts, but they're not considered to be reputable. They think Phantom is a special kind of ghost, and that he's some sort of leader to them. (They're not entirely wrong on the first, and the second is somewhat true later on if Danny becomes the Ghost King.)

The GIW have no reason to exist, at least not as a "government organization". If they do exist, it's as a large-scale group of "paranormal investigators".

Valerie blaming Phantom for her father's demotion makes way more sense, since Cujo was invisible the whole time. There's more of a backlash against the Huntress, because she's more of a standard vigilante. Her weapons are mostly designed to work on humans, but some of them work on halfas, too. (Vlad couldn't give her weapons that only worked on full ghosts, because she was bound to use them on "criminals" besides Phantom.) She still calls Phantom "ghost", but it's less of a dehumanizing identifier, and more of an effort to intentionally get his name wrong. Danny may or may not think this means she believes in ghosts.

The Phanclub is much smaller, and mostly consists of "Phantom believers" who trust that Phantom is telling the truth about ghosts, and that he really is protecting Amity Park. A minority of Phans think he really is responsible for at least some of the property damage, but forgive/respect him for one reason or another. Sam and Tuck pretend to be part of this group, Sam because "he's calling attention to the poor construction and maintenance of public and commercial infrastructure", and Tuck because "you've gotta respect a guy who occasionally gets school canceled and blames it on ghosts. absolute legend." Wes is perma-banned from the club for repeated attempts to convince its members that Phantom is really Danny Fenton, the kid who skips half his classes to go to the bathroom and couldn't knock down a wall if he had a wrecking ball, let alone finger lasers. Danny himself could only be caught dead at a Phanclub meeting, because his parents would kill him if he were found supporting a ghost.

Feel free to ask me more if I missed something, but as of right now, I think this post is long enough already. XD

[nekrophoria]

What Kind of Love are you

Thank you for tagging me @drawing-way-outside-the-lines 💙💙💙

Mel

Love as a Flaw

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

More characters under the cut cuz I couldn't contain myself xD

Lyall

Love as a Choice

You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

Serena

Love as Youth

Your love is buoyant. Your love is bountiful. It is ageless, and it will never age. When you fall in love, it is breathless. It is joyful and endless, it is magnificent. You think it, like your youth , will last forever. Youth is eternal, and so is your love. Your love skips rocks and tells stories, your love roasts marshmallows over fires, and laughs freely. Your love does not take itself too seriously. Your love is jumping into puddles just to watch the water splash, and dancing in the rain, and it is watching Sunday morning reruns of cartoons to feel young once more. Your love is forever, forever young. Being loved by you is to be loved by the summer months. And those never end, do they? Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.

Roland

Love as a Threshold

Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.

Simon

Love as a Force of Nature

Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.

Just realised I forgot to tag people...tagging @wolfavens @nocturnalazure @rebouks and @veone!