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puzzled-pegasus · 5 months

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On the ADHD demigods' stim habits (headcanon list)

Percy

He talks and mutters to himself a lot and he also paces around his cabin

Restless Leg(TM)

He used to chew on things a lot but adults told him that he was Not Allowed to bite pencils or shirt sleeves or paper or anything so his outlet is mostly snacks, chewy candy is the best for this

Someone get him a seashell chewy necklace please

Oh you know what they should have stim toys at the CHB gift shop for all the ADHD kiddos

He also probably cracks his knuckles and joints a lot

He hums when there's a song stuck in his head and it's really annoying but he can't really stop it cause he doesn't notice until someone gets mad at him and then hes like ??

Annabeth

Annabeth tends to chew up her pencils a lot

She also compulsively daydreams and builds designs of buildings in her head and reviews lists of stuff she wants to remember

She finds herself doing random math while she's supposed to be paying attention. Like if someone is telling her something and her brain drifts off more often than not she's looking at something around and being like "let me just calculate how many bricks are probably in that stack over there" or "hmm i wonder how many gallons of water are in the canoe lake"

She also gets distracted if there's any other social interactions of people around her and she just people watches and makes inferences about what people are feeling and whats going on in their lives

Also she chews her hair and sometimes puts little braids in it

She picks at her skin too a lot and sometimes pulls out strands of hair

Piper

Piper flaps her hands a lot especially when she's excited

She flips and braids her hair too

If she has feathers on her she will sometimes take it out if she's bored and either preen it with her fingers or use it to tickle someone to annoy them

She sings a lot but mostly to herself and sometimes she can be heard humming or softly singing without noticing

If she has any kind of paper available, like notebook paper or napkins or maybe candy or gum wrappers, sometimes she'll make little origami things

She also picks at her nails quite a bit

Leo

Leo has the most stims that he's unable to mask, as we know already.

He taps on surfaces and messes with his clothing a lot

He also whistles sometimes which can get annoying to people around him so he tries not to do that but if he's alone or really concentrating on something he will

He will also play with pretty much anything he finds on the ground like paper clips and those office clamp things and he'll take apart mechanical pencils and pens and put them back together and if he finds a tack or a safety pin or something there's a 90 percent chance he'll stab it through the skin of his finger(s)

If he's outside he'll pick up leaves and flowers and shred them or pick up sticks and break them

He was also probably one of those kids who would put glue on his hands so he could peel it off

Jason

i wasnt sure if Jason had ADHD but I looked it up and it said he did so oh well lol

Hes like. Freakily good at masking stims and it kinda creeps everyone out especially the CHB demigods

BUT he still has them

He have the restless leg

He also does like random stretching sometimes

When he's standing in one place for a while he kinda stands on one leg or bounces his heels

Sometimes he'll pick up objects from the ground or something and play with it like Leo does, especially if he's outside and there's like rocks or something

He does a similar thing to Annabeth too but instead of math he'll try to identify any animal noises or animals he sees like birds in the sky or like if he hears a dog bark he'll try to figure out what kind of dog

Hazel

Hazel's stims are the least obvious but they are definitely there.

If she has a view of outside she will gaze out of the window or look around her and figure out how many types of trees or whatever that she can see

She will also mess with the seams or edges of her clothing

If she has paper around she'll draw horses or other animals or sometimes people or she'll practice her cursive letters and make them fancy

She picks at her skin and her hair as well

Frank

Frank does not have ADHD. He sits there quietly and everyone thinks hes weird. Sometimes he gets wiggly if he's nervous but otherwise nah

#heroes of olympus headcanon #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo #hoo #the seven demigods

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coldfanbou · 8 months

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TM IS Side Story: Imagination

Jeongyeon gets caught doing something naughty. @twice-inamillion

While Nayeon took a shower, Jeongyeon lay in bed, pulling up her phone. She looks through the pictures she had taken on the North American portion of their tour before eventually reaching the videos she took of herself the night she and Nayeon toyed with your sleeping body. She can’t look away, and her hand starts to drift south, sneaking under her pajama pants and gingerly moving along her slit. She watches the side view of herself grinding against your cock and mimics the movements with her hand. Jeongyeon doesn’t try to hide her moans, letting them flow freely.

Jeongyeon began to imagine you being there to fuck her. She pushed her fingers inside, gasping and arching her back. Her mouth felt dry as she watched herself spill your cum on her body. She remembered the taste of your cum and wanted to have it again. She continues to flick through her gallery remembering the pictures of your cock. Jeongyeon’s body grows hotter, and she soaks her panties with her nectar as she continues to finger herself. “Fuck,” She moaned, “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Jeongyeon didn’t notice the shower being turned off, and Nayeon walked back into the room. “Ya, What are you watching, Jeongyeon?” Jeongyeon panics and presses the home button on her phone before turning her body to the side to cover herself.

“I wasn’t watching anything!” She shouts.

Nayeon just laughs, enjoying seeing her friend so embarrassed. “Don’t you have any toys to use instead of your fingers?” Jeongyeon’s silence tells Nayeon everything that she needs to know. “You can borrow one of mine. It feels a lot better, and it’ll help you unwind.” Nayeon searched through her bag, looking for a toy to hand Jeongyeon, ending up getting a dildo for her. “Here, it’s not as good as the real thing, but it gets the job done.” Jeongyeon stares at Nayeon, occasionally glancing at the toy before looking back at her friend. A blush forms across Nayeon’s face as Jeongyeon stares at her. “What!?”

“Nothing,” Jeongyeon replies as she reaches over and takes the toy from Nayeon. She shakes it in her hand; besides the shape, it’s nothing like the real thing. While Jeongyeon inspected her toy, Nayeon grabbed another from her bag and laid down on her bed, taking off her towel. Nayeon used the head of her dildo, rubbing it against her folds before pushing it inside her. She gasped, enjoying the feeling of something inside her but wishing it was you. Jeongyeon stripped down and watched on before copying Nayeon. She moved the tip back and forth across her folds, occasionally hitting her clit. Jeongyeon bit her lip, trying to keep her moans down now that Nayeon was in the room. She was hesitant to use the dildo, but the more she rubbed it against her pussy, the more aroused she got. She began to imagine it was you and pushed it inside. Her head shot back onto her pillow, and she cooed as she pushed it in all the way. Jeongyeon reached for her tits, squeezing one in her hand as she pulled out and rammed the dildo back into her.

She knew you were rough with Momo and Chaeyoung; the two always talked about it. Jeongyeon wanted a taste of that. She slid the dildo in and out of her quickly as she pulled and pinched her nipples. It wasn’t enough for Jeongyeon; she wanted the real thing. The imagined version of you that was fucking her right now was nowhere near the same thing. Jeongyeon felt a little jealous of Nayeon, but not enough to bring it up.

Nayeon listened in on Jeongyeon’s moans. They turned her on and helped her as she played with herself. The thought of inviting Jeongyeon for a threesome crosses her mind for a moment. Nayeon can feel her walls clamping down around the toy; she pushes it deeper as she cums. Nayeon knew she had to build up stamina. She breathed heavily and turned her gaze back to Jeongyeon.

She watched as her friend continued to bury the toy inside her. Jeongyeon was lost in her own world, constantly fucking herself on the dildo as she grew closer to her orgasm. “Ah, fuck. I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Jeongyeon whined; she worked the dildo like a piston, driving herself crazy as she came. Her body jerked, and her toes curled as she came on the toy. Jeongyeon pulled the dildo out of her slowly, cooing as she did. She stared at it, seeing it covered in her juices. She brought it to her lips, her tongue swirling around the head as her hand moved south toward her clit. Jeongyeon gently sucked on the head as she played with her clit, having completely forgotten Nayeon was there.

Nayeon considered her earlier thought; maybe she would bring up having sex with you later. Once Jeongyeon had calmed herself.

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shallowseeker · 7 months

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SAM, if I were your brother, I'd have hit you in this episode. Or at the very least put hair-dye in your shampoo!

Ok, so I finally finished re-watching Don't Go Into the Woods, and I noticed that Sam is doing the same thing he did with Claire Novak a little bit!

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So, at the start of the episode, he doesn't even seem all that aware of the stress Jack, Dean, Cas are under. In the previous episode, Peace of Mind, Sam is wrapped up in his own grief and failings, and Cas steps in to mentor him (note Cas also wanted to let Dean get some much-needed sleep).

Here, in Don't Go Into the Woods, Sam starts out gung-ho about the hunt, but by the end of the episode, he's clamped onto his moral-fixation-of-the-moment, inspired by the case-of-the-week, where a Dean-and-Cas coded sheriff has lied to a son to protect him.

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And here's the thing. I's a little bit true, right? Dean is tiptoeing around Jack, chipperly telling him that "his mission is SHOPPING!"

BUT.

Sam's being sanctimonious-Sam here.

Because... Dean's been the one trying to take care of Sam AND Jack when Sam was running everyone ragged by diving into case after case (when Sam was trying to forget about losing the AU hunters).

Now, weeks later, Sam suddenly checks back in to trying to be apart of the co-parenting village.

DEAN: So telling the kid--you think that's the best idea? SAM: What? You don't? DEAN: It doesn't make his life any better, you know?

Oof. Ow.

Dean is so sad.

He knows something is wrong with his kid, but he doesn't know how to fix it. BECAUSE it's not simple.

But Sam? After weeks of being "out of it," Sam has hyper-focused on The Good (simple) Thing (TM) he thinks is gonna fix it.

For Sam, it's simple. Don't lie, and everything else solves itself! :D Talk it out, and all your problems will just melt away.

DEAN: I took care of it, okay? We took care of it. SAM: No, no Dean. We did not take care of it.

(BRB, hitting Sam with a newspaper. )

Dean was trying to include Sam as a kindness here (especially since Sam's been AWOL), but Sam is framing this as a "Dean is so controlling" issue. In fact, it's a part of the larger "Sam is checking out," one.

And hey--we are absolutely sympathetic to Sam checking out, to using hunting to ease his turbulence. He's not the only character to do so!

However, Sam is a character that tends to check out, come back, and immediately go into sanctimonious LECTURE mode and that’s frustrating:

SAM (judgily): No, no Dean. We did not take care of it. You did.

Yeah, Sam. That's kind of the whole friggin' point here!!!

For weeks now, Dean and Cas having been taking trying their darnedest to care of YOU, of Jack, of everything! Dean is even the one who checked in on the phone with your friend ROWENA.

Cas is going the other direction, taking on too much. He's out trying to take care of things ON HIS OWN AS YOU SPEAK. Dean's on the hold-down-the-fort-homefront, and Cas is on the big-solution-oriented-battlefront.

All Dean does is exhale a little. "Ha..."

SAM: And do you think you really took care of it the right way?

....

......................................

Sam. Sammy.

....

Anyway, so Dean. He's hit with this...blunt, hamfisted unkindness from Sam after his Michael-possession and superhuman efforts to take care of everyone, so he scrambles.

DEAN: "Jack said he was fine."

And obviously, Dean knows Jack isn't fine.

HE'S the one that was wanting to give Jack more space and time before going hunting, after all. (See: beginning of this VERY episode.) Sam wasn't even thinking about Jack's wellbeing at all. It hasn't been on his radar for weeks at this point. He wanted to take Jack on a hunt to make himself feel better!!! Sam was the one berating Dean for not wanting to bring Jack along and sassily reminding him that Jack was (via Donatello) "is in the clear."

And so, Sam does an about-face here. Inspired by the case, he identifies lying as Theeee Issue:

SAM: "He's a kid. And when we were kids, how many times did we tell dad we say were fine just to make him happy?"

...

Oh.

Like you did earlier this very episode, Sam?

*coughs*

Sigh.

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In the context of the last few weeks and his cluelessness in the beginning of this episode, wanna know why Sam is using this issue as a crutch?

Because now that Sam's checked into the village parenting club again, he's latching onto something that's easier to control than everything else: words.

Cause Sam's simplifying the whole sitch.

(It's why Sam's boundaries with Jack tend to be "easy-mode" parenting, like his berating Jack's sugary sweets/diet. These are tasks that allow Sam to remain "the good guy in Jack's corner" without doing the "hard-mode" parenting that turns the parent into a Bad Guy.)

Sam thinks talking out "the truth" will magically fix Jack's complex issues...ones Sam's been conveniently ignoring for weeks.

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And Dean is being so beautifully understanding about it. Acquiescing and trying things Sam's way.

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Sam slinks in the background at first, letting Dean do the greeting and the talking at first, waiting for his moment to swoop in and provide "sage, Sammy-time advice" That he has no doubt been rehearsing silently in the car.

And Dean...despite shielding Jack from the truth, is being honest in other emotional ways. He emphasizes how he didn't particularly like the gross parts of the hunt. Camaraderie.

[[Aside, in the very beginning of the episode, Sam judgmentally raked Dean over the FUCKIN' COALS for jumping at the sight of the dead body. "How many years you been doing this job, Dean? You're embarrassing me here.")]]

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Enter Sam. Parent mode activated!

God help us.

DEAN, comically annoyed that Jack didn't get the beer...

....and MAYBE wondering if Sam's bull-in-the-China-shop parenting is going to work right here at this ill-timed moment or not.

The thing is, Sam is right about some aspects of this! It's a good thing to talk to Jack about his powers! Like how Cas needs to talk to Jack about the snake! How Dean needs to stop being so afraid of the truth that he goes into denial mode.

BUT!

At its base, the Sam method tends to chafe.

Jack's been INCREDIBLY defensive lately, something Cas and Dean know well and have clearly talked about with each other freely. In Peace of Mind, they both used the snake to talk to Jack soas not to trigger Jack's defensiveness.

But Sam? Sam's been way outta the loop. And it shows.

SAM: Jack LISTEN. Dean and I wanted to talk to you about your powers.

And again, I'm not saying Sam's wrong. He's just...unfortunately very Sam about things even when he's right. He's able to occasionally give good advice, like to Mary about AU Bobby!

There's no real...100% wrong stance here.

After all, maybe it would've been better for Jack to come along with them (or maybe it would've gone terribly)?

Aside// And Dean may have good intentions in wanting to lie to protect his son Jack, but Dean definitely doesn't want his partner Cas to lie to him to spare him pain.

(Or, actually, via the script, that's not quite true. He SIMULTANEOUSLY wants Cas to tell him about the snake, and he DOESN'T want Cas to tell him about the snake. Lol, oh the spouse-codedness of that.)

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ANYHOO. Dean gracefully enters the conversation, trying to be frank but IMHO clearly having misgivings about this approach and timing:

DEAN: It was crappy of us not to tell you. You know, we were trying to be nice. 'Cause we care about you. But because we care about you, you deserve the truth.

And Jack has a moment of indecision here, clearly thinking about his own lie. Ordinarily, Jack might come clean about how his powers injured someone (and then healed them). But not now. Not with how things have been lately.

Here...psychologically wounded from consuming Michael's grace, feeling flat inside, feeling guilty and disconnected from everything...he remains quiet.

Not to mention, Sam's up in his face like this:

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Jeebus. No wonder Jack didn't say anything.

Make no mistake, Jack is annoyed by the constant hovering. He says as much in Game Night, and something about this cerebral-scripted-Sam-method IMHO works the least with Jack.

(We see that in Tombstone, too.)

I think Dean realizes that Jack's withdrawing here, that this method, despite it's moral clarity, wasn't entirely effective or successful for getting through to Jack:

At least with Cas, Jack allowed himself to get mad, to speak freely. (Same with Mary in Game Night. He lets his real emotions show.)

But this? Sam's pushing?

He shuts down:

Dean tips his head back, like "Oh crap." Perhaps thinking to himself, HOLY MOLEY THAT DID NOT WORK AT ALL.

He even makes a Cas face about it:

And the fun part is: Jack knows that Dean knows.

You can see it in the flash of side-eyes he gives Dean here before turning back to Sam. But when Jack looks back to Sam, he does this little "I'm so innocent" act. (But Dean' isn't going to push because, historically, Jack hasn't liked that.)

And Sam? Sam looks overjoyed because he's a dumbass who missed...everything.

Dean on the other hand...is...more understanding of the fuck-all progress that actually made here. He swings his arms like, "Whelp. That was useless."

Sam is like YISSS I HAVE DONE IT I HAVE CONQUERED PARENTING IN ALL MY WISDOM

DEAN (sarcastically): Great. And I guess I'll go get some beer.

#sam stuff #spn parenting #jack stuff #dean stuff #season 14 #bad parent sam

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salternateunreality2 · 6 months

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AGSZC ND AU: Overstimulation (not the fun kind)

Disclaimer: not an expert

AU setup: all the boys are neuro-spicy except Angeal, who has depression/anxiety. I HC that GZ are more ADHD-leaning and SC are more Autism (ASD)-leaning

From: the archives of my convos with @strayheartless

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The Big Light (can go back to hell from whence it came)

It is EVIL sometimes, and Angeal learns that the hard way from all his boyfriends hating it at random times. He also learns the hard way that dimmer switches are OF THE DEVIL. They make such obnoxious electronic buzzing noises that even Chill-geal gets annoyed and changes it back an hour after installing one.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....(wait a second)...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

"HOW IS IT A NEW PITCH?!?!?! I CHANGED NOTHING?!?!?!"

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People Entering One's Domain

If Cloud's in the barracks and the other troopers/thirds come back from going to drinks, he instantly hates everyone and everything because they are SO MUCH. So he cringes away and tries to preserve his sanity, which his squad mates misinterpret as rejection and being stuck up.

Boy no, it's because you smell of 50 different things, sound like a herd of elephants at a football match, messed up the air currents and temperature, and TURNED ON THE BIG LIGHT.

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Coming Home

At the end of the day, sometimes The Guys (tm) barely make it to Angeal's apartment before angrily grunting and violently shedding itchy/uncomfortable uniform pieces until they're left panting and half-naked in the entryway.

Angeal only made the mistake a few times of trying to start something sexy, narrowly avoiding getting his fingers bitten off.

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Mako dials the already heightened senses up to 11.

Cloud trashes a science room before Zack and Angeal are able to subdue him and carry him out, his fingernails slicing into his head as his hands are clamped over his ears, face buried in Angeal's chest to block out the smells and light. He only gets a brief reprieve from sensory hell before they get home and he starts vomiting and getting sick from the mako, since it would bother him with or without ND.

While Cloud's Going Through It (tm), Angeal's getting Stressed (tm) and somehow Zack's ADHD superpower of being great in emergencies kicks in and he keeps the polycule sane, escorting Sephiroth out when the sounds of Cloud being sick get to be too much, helping Genesis channel his angry energy constructively, and being a shoulder for Angeal and Cloud to lean on.

Zack is actually the one that makes Lazard pay for noise-canceling headphones and sunglasses out of the SOLDIER budget. His advocacy is so effective that Lazard ends up making it standard that these things are available on request to anyone in SOLDIER.

Later, Cloud tries to apologize to Sephiroth and Lazard, and Lazard's about to say "This happens sometimes, the labs should have done a sensitivity test before giving you a full dose" when Sephiroth jumps in with, "No that was awesome, do it again next time, even if it's not as bad."

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Vacuum Cleaners (May they burn in the fiery pits of hell, just one circle above Hojo)

Vacuums smell bad, sound bad, look bad, probably taste bad, are unwieldy, and go BONK.

Angeal: *starts pulling out the vacuum*

Zack: WAIT WAIT WAIT YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THAT!

Angeal: whyever not?

Zack: *grasping Angeal's shoulders* trust me. And put. Down. The machine. Before any of the-

Cloud: HISSSSS

Sephiroth: YOWL!

Genesis: *charging up a firaga as Cloud and Sephiroth scamper into the distance*

*12 hours later*

Lazard: Where are Sephiroth and Genesis?!?!? And that trooper always hanging around?!

Zack: SOMEone touched a vacuum.

Lazard: FFS, Hewley

Angeal: How was i supposed to know?!

Later, in Aerith's church, Aerith comes across Genesis prowling outside, glaring and only barely not hissing, while Sephiroth and Cloud are cuddling in a dark, quiet corner, clutching each other and nuzzling.

Aerith: Oh, honeys...was it the accursed machine? Did Zack do this to you?

Sephiroth, signing: -Angeal-

Aerith: aww, nooooo, and you had trusted him so much!

Cloud: *shivers*

I think Zack wouldn't mind vacuuming if he was in control, and Angeal likes having a clean house, but to the rest of them it's a literal devil. That's why they call it a dirt devil. E V I L.

If Zack's not in control, he feels like following it around and yelling back at it.

#ff7 #sephiroth #zack fair #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #agszc

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mythica0 · 20 days

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Provoked.. kinda.

🎂: Fop; a new wish

🧁: Dev

🍫: Peri

Summary: Dev has a lee mood. Provoking Peri into tickling him is harder than he thought.

A/N: my fav dynamic once again! Ending coulda been better and the title sucks but I’m using the classic principle of “eh, fuck it, good enough.” >:3 enjoy yall!

Provoked.. kinda.

Dev had a lee mood again.

‘This is ridiculous it hasn’t even been that long!’ His thoughts ridiculed him. But no matter how much he thought it was stupid, it was still there. A buzzing, tingling sensation and a strong desire to laugh his head off.

He definitely didn’t want to ask. He like just got tickled that’s so stupid! But he didn’t want to let it fester either. So, he had one other option: provoking.

Peri was the one who tickled him the most, so he was his best bet. Dev had a plan. He was just gonna pretend to be sad, after all Peri said he would tickle him any time he was sad.. how hard could it be?

‘really hard, apparently!’ Dev thought to himself. He had been trying to fake being sad for a while now, with no luck. The lee mood just made him happy, he couldn’t help it!

He had to think of another way..

Dev started bugging Peri. Making pointless wishes, being rude, even making fun of him. He was hoping that he could irritate the fairy enough that he would snap.

Peri knew exactly what was happening. His Lee mood sensor(tm) had been going off all day. But he decided to let the kid sort it out. He’d either ask or give up eventually. Or so he thought.

‘Man this kid is stubborn! It’s been a whole day and he’s still trying!’ Peri was honestly impressed. He knew that he would’ve given up by now.

So Peri decided to throw him a bone, and the next time Dev attempted to mess with him, he went with it.

“Alright, that’s enough, mister!” He pretended to be angry, pushing the kid down onto his bed.

‘Yes! Finally!’ Dev cheered internally, smiling widely.

“You’ve been pushing my buttons all day! And I think that deserves some sort of punishment, don’t you?”

Dev didn’t respond, he was already fighting back giggles and Peri had even done anything yet!

“Hmm… I think I’ll start … here.” Peri pretended to ponder as he moved his hands to the kids knees. Sure they weren’t his worst spot but sometimes you want to have some build up!

As soon as Peri started gently squeezing Dev’s pent-up giggles burst out of him.

“Eheeee peheherii stohohop!” He protested, not really meaning a word of it.

“Oh, stop? No no no, you mess with me aaaall day and expect no repercussions? No sir, we’re gonna be here a while~”

Meanwhile Dev just giggled and squirmed, happy to finally have that craving fulfilled.

Eventually, Peri dropped the act, scribbling on the underside of Dev’s knees. “So… you really wanted more tickles? Was Saturday not enough for ya?~” He teased, making the kid aware that he knew.

“Whahat- yohou knehehew? Hohow!”

“What’d I tell you, kid? I always know when someone’s in a lee mood~”

“Buhut- ihif yohou knehehew whyhy dihid yohou stihill tihihickle mehehe? Ihif yohou knehew thahats whahat ihi wahanted?”

“Ah~, decided to throw you a bone~ I mean, I made you ask for tickles like last week so I thought I’d just let you have this one.”

Dev would’ve had a contemplative silence if he could stop giggling. “Ohohoh.”

“Yeah, oh. Anyways, where were we? A tickle tickle tickle tickle~” Peri teased, Moving to tickle Dev’s ribs as he did so.

“Crahahap nohoho!”

“Ah c’mon~, I know you don’t mean that~”

Dev’s cheeks turned red at the statement.

“Sh-shuhuhush!”

“No can do, kid~ how about I count these ribs, hmm? Make sure they’re all there?”

“Whahahat! Nohoho!”

“Yes~ okay let’s see here- one~” He moved to wiggle his fingers on and in between each bone as he counted.

Dev kicked lightly, not knowing what to do with his body or voice.

“Two~ three~”

“Peheherii! Stohohop!”

“You’d say red if you meant it~ four~” he dragged out each number with purpose, and as he got closer to the kids underarms he struggled not to clamp his arms down.

“Five~ six~ seven- hey! Stay still or I’ll have to restart.”

“I cahahant hehelp ihit! ahahaha crahahap!!”

“Well then you’d better hope I don’t lose count~ eight~ nine~ ten~” The giggles coming from the kid increased the closer Peri got to his underarms.

“Eleven~ twelve!! There, all 12 sets of ribs are in place!”

Peri continued to move his hands up, and as Dev anticipated that his armpits were about to be attacked, he shot his arms down.

“Oh~ what’d we have here~ I’m gonna need you to bring your arms up for me so I can tickle you just like you want~ hmm? That way I can get all~ those delicious giggles~”

“Cahahant! Ehahaha!”

“Hmm, okay then~, let me help you out~” Peri then fluttered at the kids neck, causing him to scrunch his shoulders in defense. While his arms were up, he used that opportunity to scribble under his arms.

“There we go~! Much better~”

“Eheehahaha peheherihihi!”

“That’s my name, kid~ don’t wear it out~”

This was great. Dev was having such a good time, just laughing and smiling and unable to do anything about it. It felt so good for a reason he couldn’t explain. Then, Peri started to sloooowly drag his fingers back down Dev’s sides.

“I’m gonna get your tummy, Dev~ I’m gonna tickle and tickle that little tummy of yours until your all tickled out~”

“Peheheri stohohop!”

“Nuh-uh~ I’m gonna do it~ can you give me a nice count down from three~”

“Nohoho!”

“Aww, too bad~ I guess I’ll have to do it myself~ threeeeeeeeee~” he purposefully said the number ridiculously slowly, enough that the kid finally caved.

“Alrihihight, Alrihihight ihihill cohount!”

“Oh, good! Glad you came around~”

Dev began to count through his giggles, “threheheehee, twoho-“ as soon as he finished the number, Peri dove for his stomach.

“Ihi thohohought- bubuhut- ihihi dihihidnt fihinish!”

“Oh, sorry~ I got a little impatient~ decided to speed things up~”

Dev just laughed and laughed, in stitches from the oh so ticklish sensations radiating from his tummy.

“Ehahahaha thahahat tihihickkes soho muhuhuch!”

“Good~ that means I can have all~ your giggles to myself~ om nom nom-“ he started making silly noises and blowing raspberries, making Dev’s giggles squeak for a moment.

Dev giggled, happily kicking and smiling so wide, until eventually he’d had enough.

“Alrihihight, rehed.”

Peri took the cue and stopped immediately, getting off of him.

“You all good?”

“Never better.”

Peri laughed for a moment. “Man you are a tickle addict~”

Dev covered his face and pushed at Peri lightly with his other hand. “Shut uuup!”

Peri giggled a little, and they fell into a nice silence for a moment. Until-

“So~ was it everything you ever wanted~?”

“UGhhhhhhh!”

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#sfw tickle community #parrotwrites #fop a new wish tickles #lee!dev #ler!peri

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meteorcrab · 2 years

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favorite trc story arc go

I had a 10-minute internal debate about this question 👍

Anyways 👁👄👁

Tokyo arc my beloved. Love that arc, it broke my heart and gave me trust issues <3

Let's begin with a short explanation of trc. It's basically a giant crossover of previous clamp mangas. Sakura and Syaoran (originally from Cardcaptor Sakura) are the main characters with Fay and Kurogane (both are trc original characters) and they travel to other worlds where they meet different versions of those characters.

Now LISTEN. There's so much going on in the Tokyo arc. first. I gotta start by saying that I was reading trc while it was getting published and had to download the chapter with the Plot Twist tm from a very suspicious website and then use Google translate bc my English wasn't that good. SO YEAH it was a lot and I STILL REMEMBER READING THIS CHAPTER. Clamp should pay me for emotional damage

OKAY SO. this arc is actually so interesting and so so so important. It gets revealed that Syaoran is actually a clone and doesn't even have a soul. but!! This doesn't come out of nowhere. You KNOW there's something wrong with him AND the characters also know this. But you've already spent 100 chapters caring about this guy and then the reveal happens and it's heartbreaking. 100/10 gave me trust issues. Would read again 👍

At this point the manga had been kind of adventure/comedy with some tragedy but this changed the tone completely and now it's just pure tragedy ✌️

It also reflects a good number of the main themes of trc!

Autonomy: clone Syaoran has very little control over his actions

Defying destiny: Fay tries to stop the process of clone Syaoran "losing" his soul

how far would you go to save the people you love?: kurogane binding his life to Fay's in order to save him

Sacrifice: the entire arc 🫡

Not only did it change the overall story but the effecf it has on the characters is also significant! we have the original Syaoran who now becomes the main character, Sakura who is now trying to be more active in the narrative, Fay who almost dies (clone Syaoran steals half his magic) and gets turned into a vampire to save his life and Kurogane who ONCE again wasn't able to save all the people he loves (he had a father-son relationship with clone Syaoran)

And then there's an entire part with Sakura that will forever haunt me. Anyways. Here's a screenshot of a post I made about it

AGAIN. PAY ME FOR THE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

Now let's go back to kurogane and fay my beloveds for a second bc this arc is so. [incomprehensible yelling] so Fay has spent over 100 chapters teasing and annoying kurogane just bc he thought it was funny but guess what!! Now he has feelings for the guy and Kurogane will NOT let him die. Fay gets attacked by clone Syaoran and left half dead and he's like "if i die clone Syaoran can't use my magic so let me die" and Kurogane is like HELL fucking NO. "if you wanna die so bad then *I* will kill you" and they proceed to turn Fay into a temporary vampire but to make sure he doesn't go around attacking people and sucking their blood they bind his life with kurogane so he can ONLY drink his blood. Hello. What was the purpose of that apart from homosexuality? Anyways.

The crossover characters of this arc also have such a special place in my heart. They're from a manga called X (sometimes X/1999) it's about the apocalypse and it has very similar themes to the Tokyo arc <3 they absolutely destroyed everything I loved about fuuma tho I got to see the characters after so long!! I missed them so much specially Kamui 🥺 (X has been in hiatus for approximately 20 years)

THANK you for coming to my incomprehensible wall of text 👍🫡 😘

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mothgrudge · 6 months

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fucking your crush's best friend or an idiot's guide to pretending this is avoiding heartbreak

wip: main family

character(s): kameko akaryuu & densetsu arashi

general to know: ren wrote this before a lot of other stuff about the main family was established and it was several years ago buuuut didn't feel like editing too much so this is rough. however, tl;dr kameko has a crush on sora but sora likes mei. densetsu, mei and sora are childhood friends; deni Also has a crush on mei. kameko is new to the group for a variety of reasons, but she and deni have become very close.

(this is before the four of them + 3 other characters become apart of a polycule tm there's a lot going on but kame's 18 and deni's 20ish)

ren is also mainly posting this for a post asking about sex scenes he's written that he's liked SO.

Kameko pushed Densetsu back on the bed. He wasn’t Sora—she wasn’t Mei—but they’d both have to do.

“You sure you don’t wanna back out, Kamecchi?” Still, he helped her loosen the knot of the belt in his pants, and hissed when his dick hit the cooled room. They’d snuck off when the moon rose to its highest point in the sky and the preliminary celebrations for this year’s Feast of the Stars ended. Kameko gave him a look, then took him into her hand and gave him a rough stroke.

“Oi!”

“Do you?” She shimmied further down his body until she was nestled between his legs. He was half hard, still curved up towards his hip and lying there, and she bit at her lip. She’d never seen one up close before— it smelled... musty. Like heat. Earthy. She didn’t think she’d care too much but... taking in a whiff definitely made some of the screws on the sane part of her mind loosen. Her hand tightened slightly, she dragged it up, velvet sliding against her calloused skin. Above her, Densetsu cursed.

“Nah I mean—“ He looked down at her, hands drumming against the sheets. “— Thought you’d wanna save this for Iceberg.”

Kameko didn’t feel like rehashing how she didn’t have a chance with him again. Instead, she yanked her hand again, twisting, and reveled in how his hands fisted reflexively in the cotton.

“I look like some kind of romantic to you? Do you wanna save this for someone special?”

“It’s just sex.” He shrugged with a shoulder, then tentatively reached out, running his hand through her red locks. It made her shudder. “Not that big a deal.”

“Haah? You saying I’ll be bad?” Kameko jerked her hand again and she didn’t stop, distracting him from answering. She sort of didn’t want to know what he’d say to that, she already barely had self esteem as it was. She dragged her hand up, and down, twisting on every down pull, letting the velvet sensation and precum dripping down her fingers lubricate them to jerk faster.

“Tighter.” She squeezed. He finally moaned, his voice catching in his chest when he clamped his mouth shut behind sharp teeth. “Like this?”

“Yeah, ah—“ He moaned again on the down squeeze, and when the hand in her hair tightened for a fleeting moment then stopped, she whined. Above her, Densetsu propped himself up on his elbow, snickering. He tightened his hand in her hair again and she bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the whine.

It didn’t work.

“Masochist?”

“Shut it.” He grabbed her hair tighter and her eyes nearly rolled back, making her lose her rhythm. He laughed again and relinquished some of his grip and fuck it, that does it.

They didn’t really have a plan or agreement when they entered her room earlier. Kameko always imagined her first time would involve being more handsy and flirty up to the main event, but the two of them hadn’t even brushed past each other all evening until he saw her curled into herself sadly looking after Mei and Sora as they swayed in the firelight. He’d dragged her away from the fire then, because that’s what good friends did. Kameko wasn’t sure if good friends also distracted their friend from self pity by fucking them. Maybe he was hurting seeing them too. Regardless though, he never said a blow job was off the table and with his teasing, she’d really give him a reason to grab her hair.

“Hey, I don’t like that look in your eyes.” Kameko winked at him, then sat up a little, pushing some hair behind her ear. She leaned down and pressed her tongue against the tip, running it against the slit and the startled, clipped moan and shifting of his hips under her made her laugh. “Can’t handle it~?” She sang. She put her mouth around the head again before he could reply, and if she could laugh with her mouth currently occupied with dick, she would’ve when Densetsu moaned “You bitch,” and fisted her hair again, harder than before.

“You can’t just catch me— ah— off guard, shit—“ Kameko only hummed a senseless tune, the overwhelming heat and stretch of her jaw around him proving to be great distraction from something as simple as thoughts. Oh, god, this shouldn’t be turning her on this much. She could feel her pussy beginning to moisten between her legs and she clenched them together, feeling them stick. Shit. Densetsu’s hand in her hair seemed to only be interested in holding on like a vice, there was no press of her down harder, and she was grateful. He was already proving to be quite a mouthful already. What she couldn’t fit without choking, she gathered in a free hand again, leaving the other to rest on his hip. She peaked up at him but his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth agape— so she supposed she was doing an ok job, at least. Slurping sounds began to overtake the room alongside his soft curses and gasps. Remembering at some point she needed to breathe however, she slid her tongue back up and around his dick, easing herself off of it to give her jaw a break. When she finally began to mouth around the tip again, her pink eyes met green.

“You’re the worst.”

“Mm.” She hummed. Then, “I suck, don’t I?” Densetsu let out a laugh. “You don’t have to get me off all the way though, I can take it from here.”

“Are you saying that to be nice, or do you really just not want me to finish you off?” Kameko sucked hard on the head, as though she were leaving a hickey, and he gasped again, eyelashes fluttering. “I’m invested at this point.”

“To be nice.” Densetsu decided, leaving her scalp to run his hand down her neck, almost gently. His touch was featherlight and it startled her, enough so that her eyebrows furrowed. “I know Sora is who you want to be doing this with.”

“Don’t—“ She sighed. Frustrated. “Shut up and let me jerk you off. Jerk.” Densetsu opened his mouth to reply, but Kameko was on him again, and his words were lost to a drawn out moan. The hand on her neck moved to her jaw, then the rest of her face. She didn’t. Want. Pity. At least, not right now. Not when everything was fresh, and new, and still hurt like a bitch when she thought about it. Maybe after she’d been impulsive and sat on it for awhile she’d be ready to talk about what she wanted and what she craved and how much it hurt, but right now she wanted distraction and his dick was a great distraction.

So she lost herself in it, putting his hand on her throat so he’d feel the stretch, gripping and toying with his balls, running her long fingers against his perineum and his asshole, engulfing him down with the same determination she fought with. And he shuddered and moaned through it, especially when she gripped him tightly in her free hand and it only took a few more seconds before he was using his grip in her hair to pull her head back as his cum spurted from his still stiff dick like it was trying to escape something.

Kameko sat back with a small cough, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand to get rid of the drool.

“Six out of ten?” Densetsu dragged a hand over his face. “Eight out of ten.” he quipped back and she laughed hoarsely. “You look annoyed by that.”

“A lil.” He looked at her oddly, then sat up fully, not bothering to hide the stiffness that was recently making a new esophagus out of her throat. Recognizing the look, Kameko pulled into herself a little.

“You don’t have to help me out I...” She looked away. “I just wanted a distraction.”

“Who said I didn’t want to help, idiot Kamecchi.”

“Oi.” She slapped at him but caught empty air when he moved his leg, chuckling. “I’m not gonna be the only one to get something out of this.” He paused. “What do you need?”

Kameko thought for a moment. She could say something easy, like his fingers— but they’d be there all night and she didn’t want to cramp his hand up. She was too... mortified to ask him for his mouth— the beginning hints of stubble on his face were one thing but the idea of someone being between her legs was ironically, too overwhelming. But there was... an itch. Deep within. One that’d she’d been meaning to scratch, but hadn’t been able to successfully...

“... You can back out, ok.”

“I won’t.” Of course he’d take it like a challenge. She rolled her eyes. “No I mean,” She covered her eyes in embarrassment, not really sure how to word what she wanted to say next. She blindly groped, then wrapped her hand lightly around his cock when she bumped it, teasing the head again.

“I... This.” She couldn’t bear to see him, she was mortified. “This is what I want.” Densetsu was silent for a beat, and she knew it, she knew she was overstepping bounds, she shouldn’t have said a damn thing— “How do you want it?” Kameko peeked between her fingers, greeted with Densetsu’s most nonchalant gaze, but if she squinted she could tell he was blushing from the faint redness highlighted by the moonlight across his cheeks. “Really,” She insisted, hiding her face again. “You don’t need to—“

“And you didn’t need to blow me, but you did.” Densetsu countered. His hand reached down and covered the one that was still frozen on his dick, and squeezed both of them, meaningfully. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes I also want shit... yknow. Inside me.” If god took Kameko out now, she’d be okay with it. “Now tell me how you want it before I come over there.” Kameko let out a startled laugh, finally looking at him. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.” He had that damn determined look on his face again, blush and all, and Kameko’s resolve was weaker than her stomach for good hibachi. She sighed.

“O... On your back.”

Densetsu didn’t ask any more questions, and he settled back on the sheets again, making no move to stop Kameko when she finally willed herself to get on all fours and crawl over top of him. She looked down at him, and he up at her, and she sighed again, looking away self consciously before sitting up straight on his lap, his dick nudging against her ass. Her skirts were gathering around her waist, and she stupidly realized she should’ve taken them off before she got on top, but here she was and if she made any move to get off of him, she’d probably go into the closet and perish. “I...” God she could feel it, her whole face was on fucking fire. “It’s... Its easier if I... think of it as like... a dildo...”

“Cool.” Densetsu nodded, as though it made perfect sense, and his hands stayed still at his sides. “Just pretend I’m not here then. Take your time.”

“Pretend you’re not here? It’s your...” She looked down at him. His eyes were closed, as though he were resting. “... Nevermind.”

It took her a minute to work up the nerve. Remembering there was a clasp on the side that was holding up her skirts helped her get them off without really moving from her place on his lap, and pushing her underwear to the side was easy enough. It was mortifying feeling her cunt begin to drip down onto his pubes and dick, but she felt herself getting wetter all the same.

“I’m... Gonna stick it in now.”

“Mm, go ahead.” It was honestly remarkable that he was showing this much restraint, to be honest. She didn’t completely believe the narrative that Densetsu was impulsive and careless, but he definitely showed that side of himself to others more often than not. It was a wonder that he could remain so calm when one of his friends was about to sit on his cock, to use him like some human dildo— and the fact that he didn’t care either was also highly confusing. Once again, Kameko realized, she didn’t get anyone in this country, but overthinking this would lead to her never doing it... and her hormones were just about to drive her up the wall. She reached behind herself and grasped at it, still hard and velvety, and lined it up with her entrance. Feeling the head rub against her about sent her over the edge because her fingers nor the cucumbers she sometimes used felt quite like that. Nevertheless however, she sucked in some air and began to slowly lower herself.

“F— gh— Fuuuuuuck.”

Kameko ruined herself for masturbating forever in one fell swoop.

The burn, the stretch, feeling his dick carve out places in her and against her walls that even 4 fingers shoved inside of herself couldn’t dream of reaching made something like a train slam into every pleasure center in her brain and she keened. Loudly. She slapped her hands over her mouth self consciously looking down at him to see that he was still laying perfectly still with his eyes closed serenely.

Sora looks serene when he sleeps.

Her mind unhelpfully supplied this as she continued to sink lower and lower onto Densetsu’s cock, trying to remember how to fucking breathe. She finally felt the tip of him push against her cervix and it was so startling she came, right then and there, her hand still clamped over her mouth to hold back the moan that threatened to rip out of her.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, when she was able to stop shaking. She put one hand against his abs to hold herself steady, then slowly rose up, letting his cock slowly slide out of her again. She slid back down, and tried not to convulse. “Fuck.”

She went on like that for a few minutes, slowly rising and falling back on his cock, over sensitive and stimulated, completely fucking wrecked with it. Between that, and her imagination still demanding she think about the great muse of her life while she rode his best friend’s dick— it was hard to stop herself from shuddering and coming. Again.

And Densetsu was patient; didn’t try to speed her up, seemed perfectly content to lay there and let her shudder and squirm on his lap and give her half of what she’d been craving for months now, but still, it wouldn’t feel right to her if she didn’t... get him off again, in some way. I mean, now they weren’t even because she’d come twice and her body would probably cause her a heart attack in protest if she tried to cut this off now. Her resolve forming again, she took the hand off her mouth she placed it on Densetsu’s chest alongside her other one.

“Deni.” She whispered. Surprisingly (to her at least), he opened an eye and looked up at her. “Feel good?”

“Y-Yeah. Oh, don’t make that face, fucker.” she hit him, lightly and he laughed. She could feel his hands flexing next to her legs on the bed. “Need something?”

“I... Uh.” Her face was getting hot again and she cursed how easily flustered she got. “You don’t have to just... lay there.”

He chuckled. “I thought you said it was easier, this way.”

“I mean— it is! Was. Hmm. I—“ She paused. “I want to make you feel good too.” She bit her lip. “Just... Just pretend I’m Mei-hime or something. I don’t mind.” Densetsu was giving her another look— like the one he gave her every time he caught her looking after Sora like a lost puppy and she frowned at him.

“Are you sure? You really don’t mind that?”

“Of course not.” She knew what he meant— and she didn’t blame him. Her relationship and feelings towards Mei could be complicated sometimes, but only because she was jealous of the attention Sora gave her. But Mei was an angel, a sweetheart, the best girl friend she’d ever had— also, someone that probably looked adorable in bed, if she thought about it actually; maybe she’d give her heart a break and think about that the next time she was horny and needed to get off. But just like how he knew she was in love with Sora, she knew he loved Mei. She wouldn’t be mad at him for not thinking of the person currently shifting on his lap, herself, when she was currently imaging being on top of Sora in the same way.

“Give and take.” She said, factually. She rolled her hips on him, and it felt much, much different when Densetsu’s hands came up to rest on her hips like that, tightening his grip minutely when she clenched reflexively. “I can even moan cutely for you if you like. Ahn~ Deni~ Be gent— fuck!” At that, Densetsu flipped them over, driving deeper into her cunt and it was only because he was practically crushing her that the moan she let out didn’t turn into a surprised wail. He felt way too good like this way too good, shit—

“What was that for?!”

“Want me to go dig my hands in some ice so my hands are cold on your body?” Densetsu drove his hips forward and the earth dropped from underneath Kameko, holy. Fucking. Shit. His cock rammed up against her cervix with an absolute vengeance and she squirmed under him again, tearing at the sheets like a lifeline. “Holy fuck Deni—“

“Ahh Kameko, you feel so good~” he sang in a higher octave, way too close to Sora’s register and her mind absolutely ran with it, especially when he drove his hips home again making her legitimately see stars.

“Oh fuck you, that’s a low blow!” Kameko clawed at his back when he started up a rhythm, way, way too intense to be Sora (or was it? God if it wasn’t she’d be done for); his hands too warm and the growls too prominent but her mind couldn’t help it. Everything she felt was him— could so clearly imagine his white hair slicked with sweat, his pretty blue eyes hazy with lust looking down at her, his hiccuping moans she was sure he had when he buried himself deep in her dripping cunt—

And she was sure in Densetsu’s mind, it wasn’t his flat chested friend taking his cock. No, it was a beautiful, voluptuous princess, moaning to high heaven, drooling and squeaking when he pushed deep inside her pussy, begging him to either be gentle or go harder (Kameko would bet someone fifty yen that the princess was a freak, she just felt it); about his childhood friend turned first love.

And it was okay like this. It was good enough.

It was good enough when Densetsu took it out to spill his second load, cumming on her stomach and the sheets, and how she followed closely behind, nearly blacking out because it felt too fucking good.

And as they lay in the aftermath, sated and oversensitive, there was no cuddling. Densetsu sat up and tossed her his shirt, which she used to wipe his cum off of her with (he gave her a noogie for that, but it was worth it), then she picked up her top to slide back on as makeshift pajamas. He pulled his pants on, then reached down to ruffle her hair. “‘M gonna head back to my room ok?”

“Yeah...” She murmured. She could feel the wave of sleep threatening to pull her under, thank god this was her room, somewhere between entering and getting her guts rearranged she must’ve forgotten. Seeing her beginning to drift off, Densetsu stood from the bed, crossing the room towards the door.

“Night Kamecchi!”

“Night Idiot Densetsu.”

“Oi!” He tossed a pillow that fell off the bed in the madness at her and she let it hit back, too tired to even move, but still awake enough to wave to him when he opened the door, letting the dim hallway light stream in for a moment, before it shut again. She dropped her hand, then quickly fell asleep like that without another thought about it.

#main family #kameko akaryuu #densetsu arashi

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natural-and-just · 1 year

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Late at night

You know, I don't. I'm in limbo. Given up. Drifting in a sort of listless fog. I'd like to be done with school now. I'd like to be in London, or Ireland, or even Portland. I want change. I want to be discharged from duty, honorably or not. I want to fall in love, but at the same time that sounds profoundly exhausting. I want to go back in time to The Road Trip TM. I want to discover JE for the first time. I want sit next to Matthew while we get extra help from Ms. Gendron.

I'm tired of the story. That's something I can be grateful for. The fact that this experience has made me so tired of the non-stop stories that go on for as long as I'm awake. There is something for me, beyond the story. I can sense that.

It's funny. Take a tennis ball, and picture it bouncing off the floor and ceiling (this one is particularly bouncy). Now gradually lower the ceiling. The ball bounces more frequently, until the ceiling gets to no more than five inches off the ground and the ball is a blur. It stops when it's clamped completely.

That's the process of enlightenment through hardship. When the ceiling is up high, I'm bouncing along contentedly, only coming up against difficult thoughts once in a while, and there's plenty of space to move that isn't the floor or ceiling. The thoughts come more often as more difficulty arises, but I bounce off them and put my thoughts on another track. The lower the ceiling becomes, the more frequently I'm bouncing off scary thoughts, beginning to feel like those are the only kind to exist, becoming restless, frantic. Only when the problems are so intense, so immediate, when they have my mind clamped so that there is no where to turn, do I stop bouncing and become peaceful. I have been mated. I tip my king.

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daemoninwhiteround2 · 3 years

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Tim, your stalker side is showing. Stop before someone sees it.

Oh boy, Jason will NOT be happy waking up on that bench. How are the Bats going to keep him from fighting against the restraints? Are they going to keep him drugged, maybe with some Poison Ivy Pollen TM?

dae! dae dae dae the latest countdown au killed me you have blood on your hands you magnificent writer you - holy shit amazing

Bruce buckles the last restraint around Jason's back and steps back. He wishes, deeply, that it had not come to this: he's never been attracted to alpha forms or scents, and even with his rut turning his gut heavy and hot with anticipation, putting his hands on Jason's naked form makes the skin across his shoulders prickle. He closes his eyes and reminds himself that this is necessary, that Jason will be an omega in the end so in a way he is an omega now, his body just needs to be shown how. It is an alpha's duty to guide their packmates along the right path.

This is for Jason's own good.

He carefully lubricates and stretches Jason's body. All alphas technically have the potential to become omegas—even Bruce has a tightly clamped shut, barren vagina behind his testicles, and more than one threat has been made to bitch the Batman. First they will have to introduce a lot of foreign alpha pheromones into Jason's system, which will make his vagina open up, and then they can work on turning him into a proper omega.

Technically that initial blooming can be triggered by just ingesting semen (and at boarding school Bruce heard more than one giggled rumour/threat that all it took was enough scent marking between unrelated alphas) but they don't have that type of time. Jason burns through sedatives and Bruce knows how Jason feels about narcotics and opioids, he wouldn't wish to use either long term on Jason.

So anal it is, until he blooms, then the pack will fuck the rest of Jason's alphahood out of him until he's a good little omega.

#dae writes #countdown au #BruJay #alpha Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne #dark Bruce Wayne #dc #batman #omegaverse #Jason Todd #omega Jason Todd #alpha Jason Todd #alphas and omegas can change their dynamics but only to an omega or an alpha and only once #so poor Jayby couldn't escape and fuck a bunch of omegas until he grew a knot sadly

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anaiswriterr · 4 years

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The Dragon Kings Queen

Pairing: Dragon King!Bakugou x Queen!Reader

Rating: M

Warning: This is part four, I’d like to point out be aware: 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐠𝗼𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐭𝐜. Please don’t read if you are not comfortable with it, and if you’re under the age of 18+ I will give a warning when it becomes NSFW but at the moment it’s SFW. This chapter has descriptions of blood, and nausea and vomit!

Synopsis: ➪ When the word marriage crossed your mind, you believed you’d marry someone you loved. Not this brute of a King. So here you are standing at the end on an alter, pushing away the urge to run and fight. Possibly start a new life, instead of being dragged into a loveless marriage. But for the sake of your people.. They say he’s not what rumors make him out to be, but how can you believe that when his eyes burn into yours; just as fiery as before. How could you, ever love someone as barbaric as him…

- chapter six: the dragon queens ceremony -

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The crowd cheers in entertainment, screaming and yelling to drench the Queen. You are passed out in the arms of the guards as villagers bang their drums even louder as you are lead, barley conscious into the plaza.

Fire torches light the room.

You are thrown onto a heavy stack of hay bales, roughly. You stir awake slightly at the sound of Kirishima's muttering. "Don't throw her like that unless you want to be my dinner for the night!" He scolds the guards, you hear a growl come from his throat. You try to open your eyes, but the headache you were facing with continued to beat at the sides of your temples. You whimper in pain as your hands are pulled harshly, you finally open your eyes when you realize it's another guard.

His hands carry heavy pales of blood, your vision sees two of each person. Blinded by the torches and startled by its heat.

You feel warmth quickly rush down your body, you cough. Choking on the red liquid, your hands quickly shoot up to wipe it away off your eyes, mouth and nose.

"Relax.. you're not going to choke." Kirishima says, holding onto you hand. "Bakugou should be here in a second.."

You struggle to stay up, "I don't want to see him."

Dots surround your line of vision but you can still manage to make out your surroundings, the plaza mainly looks like a barn from the inside. People are surrounded on the balcony and even on the first floor. Hay bales litter the floor and torches are set up on each pillar. Women and children cheer with their husbands, shouting as they watch the heart being drenched in blood. They yell, "Bring out the Queen!"

You are wet, and slightly cold but the warmth of the blood regulates your body temperature. The beating drums sound even louder, horns and bells play from the outside.

"He'll be the first you go to as soon as you're finished," Kirishima states, as he pulls you lightly to the sidelines. He looks over you, pointing out the King. You nod your head in attempts to see straight again, their are two of him and you didn't know which was which.

"H-How do you know I'll go to him?" You ask, gulping down the vomit that taunted your throat. The nausea makes your knees weak, his two versions of himself smile softly.

"Trust me."

You can barley focus on his words so instead you nod your head, a guard clears their throat, gesturing to one of the politicians. "It's time." He said, reaching out to grab you by the arm you seethe at his roughness. His fingers press harshly into the sunburn skin. You whip your head around in search for the Dragon who was meant to watch over you, he grimaces to himself, nodding to you. You look back towards the guard, his stoic expression shows he doesn't care. But what's new?

You lick your chapped lips, nearly gagging at the metallic taste that latched onto your tongue.

Cheers and yells quiet down with the drums, you are pushed onto a small wooden stage.

An old man who you assumed was the Counsels President stands beside you, roaring the crowd as he hands you the heart. His blue eyes boar into your E/C ones, trembling you reach out with both hands to take it. The warmth of the pigs blood dribbles down your arms.

Hungry eyes all around you, watching in entertainment.

You stare down at the muscle in your hands, trembling, nauseated, you have no idea what to do. You weren't cut out for this, to be part of the dragons and their clan of fearful members. You look out into the crowd, who were you searching for? What were you trying to prove? You've gotten so far, and here you are, searching for the part that tells you it's worth it.

It dead silent in the plaza.

You don't know who you are searching for, but the pair of vermillion eyes that settled softly on yours prove to be worthy. He nods.

And you take that first bite.

***

You heave with each bite, gnawing at the tough, uncooked muscle. The scent.. the taste of blood is enough to pull you to your knees in front of everyone. You fight back the urge to vomit, still your teeth tear into the heart and blood rushes down the corners of your lips and onto your chest. Coating the now dried blood all over your neck and torso in a fresh layer of crimson, tears trail down your cheeks as you inhale through your nose.

Loud cheers drown out in your head.

You take another bite, keeping eye contact with the King as the only way to distract you from its foul taste.

Choking on a combination of blood and the pieces that refused to go down you lean forward harshly, gaging up the remnants of heart. You sob quietly as the drums halt and the crowds buzzling stops. For a moment, you lean over, a hand clamped shut over your mouth. You can feel it right at the top, the heart, the blood, resurfacing, fighting to get between the cracks of you fingers. You look back up to Bakugou, his eyes glare into yours masking away the hint of worry that settled in them.

It was almost like he was telling you to swallow.

You gag again, this time fighting through and gulping down the rest while shoving the remaining piece into your mouth. You struggle to stand, chewing away at the last piece. It's tougher than the other bits and pieces. You can hear the rumbling of the drums start again from below your feet and the cheering begins.

You swallowed the last piece, sticking out your tongue to show off you had finished the last god forsaken piece. You feel the corners of your lips tug in a tired smile, people are hugging, and cheering and you could've sworn the Counsel President cursed beneath his breath. You sigh in relief and watch as Bakugou makes his way towards you with a proud smile, you walk towards the edge of the wooden platform and allow his strong muscular arms to wrap around your knees. Pulling you close to his chest with his chin buried into your stomach, the king never showed emotion.

But as his rightful Queen, he promised his mother to try.

You thought his affection was because they were in front of their people, which made more sense. You had earned his respect, your vision is slightly blurred but you hear his hushed voice tell Kirishima to ready the carriage.

"Ready the carriage, we're taking her back home."

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wordswrittenbynight · 2 years

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apus, canis minor, pavo, sagittarius & virgo for the constellations ask game ! <3

Thank you for the asks, Pixie! <3

Constellation Writing Asks

Apus - What’s the hardest part about writing for you?

Figuring out all the nuts and bolts. I'm great at coming up with ideas, but sitting down and figuring out how to make the ideas work in a cohesive fashion is hard.

Sagittarius - Do you like to collaborate?

I don't mind having people to bounce ideas off of, but I'm pretty protective of my writing, so I don't know how well I'd do collabing on something original.

Virgo - Describe your favorite tropes.

Friends to Lovers: I love a good romance, but more than that, I like the people involved to actually like each other. It's a lot of fun watching people who are good friends start to realize they're becoming More Than Friends (tm).

Deadly Game: I like seeing a bunch of people play games where a bunch of bodies hit the floor. It's fun.

Slow Burn: Similar to Friends to Lovers, I like watching slow, drawn out romance. I tend to squint really hard when people fall in love quickly. I need that drawn out simmer, ya know?

Fate Worse Than Death: Death is easy. I live for the suffering that comes from living.

Canis Minor - Share an excerpt of old writing and new writing to see how far you’ve come!

Throwing this under a cut:

Opening for Demons, written in 2014:

On September 23 at 3:34 pm, Nicole Bradley stepped off the school bus, walked up the path to her front door, and entered Hell. The shoes, once arranged perfectly on a shelf to the left of the door, now scattered along the hall leading to the kitchen. The carpet on the stairs, torn and stained. Pictures and mirrors once on the wall, shattered. And over all of this lay a horrid stench, smelling of copper and death.

Nicole's stomach turned over as she dropped her backpack. She looked around, biting her lip to keep quiet. The school bus had already left her block and the neighbors were off in Tahiti. Taking a deep breath, Nicole gathered her courage and stepped inside. “Mom?” she whispered. “Are you ok?”

No one responded. Nicole continued down the hall, wincing as glass shards crunched under her shoes. The coppery smell grew stronger as she approached the kitchen. Her stomach lurched. Her vision swam. By the time she reached the doorway, her hand was clamped on her nose, pinching her nostrils shut. “Mom?” she called again, her voice trembling.

Opening for Eternity, written in 2022:

In Eternity, the Sun and the Moon hang in the blood-red sky without setting. The Sun, after rising several millennia ago, sits above the towering skyscrapers and dark mountains, waves of heat conjuring steam from the ground. The Moon in turn casts crimson shadows, never waxing or waning, giving the citizens a mote of reprieve from the eternal heat.

The city itself is vast. If one were to stand in its center and look in any direction, one would not be able to see the border as the buildings and roads stretched beyond the horizon. As its name suggests, the city seems to go on and on for eternity.

But of course, it does have an end. Beyond the edges of Eternity sit the gates to the Afterlives. Valhalla. The Asphodel Meadows. Heaven and Hell. Each sits in a ring, guarded by angels and demons alike as wayward souls make their way to their final destinations, and protects the central hub, the city itself.

Not gonna lie, I see some weaknesses in my old writing, but this makes me want to go back and revisit Demons. (The first draft was completed in 2014, so I'd be able to revise it pretty well at this point I think)

#ask nightingale #thepixiediaries #games #writeblr #writing #my writing #nightingale writes

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lloydskywalkers · 4 years

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let me just start out by saying i love ever single one of your stories!!! i’m pretty new to the show and your works just add so much more feeling to everything and it’s sooo good!!! i don’t know if you ever do requests or not, so don’t bother with this if you’re busy!! but if you ever get a chance could you write smthg abt Jay and Kai? their friendship is so underrated but so good and i live for the moments in the show when Kai’s big brother instinct(tm) kicks in for him as well as Nya and Lloyd

aH thank you so much!! i’m so glad to hear that :D and this isn’t...exactly what you asked for, but Kai and Jay have this fun of dynamic that reminds me a lot of me and my brother, and i’ve been tossing around little bits of interaction between them for a while now, so i tried to make something coherent out of those :’D

Jay likes to think he’s pretty good at the whole compartmentalizing thing, for the most part. Mainly because he actually knows what it means, and it is not, for instance, locking your team up in a literal compartment while rushing off to fight the other compartment that is your resurrected homicidal father into submission.

“That was one time,” Lloyd will grumble, as if he’s only almost-died once. And then Jay will flinch, because that’s where his compartments come into play.

(Nadakhan gets one, Unagami gets another, the whole fun-times adoption reveal another, and everything else can get stuffed into the metaphorical attic since they won’t pay rent.)

Unfortunately, the attic is where the bad stuff lives.

Metaphorically.

If Jay had a nickel for every time he almost lost all of his friends, he’d have two nickels, plus another nickel for Cole falling into the fog, and another for Lloyd getting crushed by a roof, and another for Zane blowing up, and another for Nya in that awful dress with paling skin as her breathing stutters and the light in her eyes draining and —

And Jay is way, way too familiar with how it looks when his family dies, and all the nickels in the world won’t help that.

So while Jay likes to think he’s pretty good at compartmentalizing, he also thinks he’s got a valid excuse for the way he reacts when Lloyd goes down in the fight that afternoon. Sure, some vague part of his mind remembers that they’ve got a plan they’re running, and Lloyd should easily be able to handle a tiny little stumble — but Jay’s mind is stuck in glaring oranges and health bars, the unsteady gasping noise Lloyd had made before he went down, dissolving into digitized cubes just like everyone else, and Jay—

Jay can’t handle that, compartments or not, so he clears the space between them in a heartbeat just in time to take the bullet that comes hurtling Lloyd’s way.

It’d probably be a very noble and touching scene, if one) Jay didn’t make a hideous squeaking noise when it hit because bullets hurt, and two) the bullet would have missed Lloyd by a good two feet anyways.

Ah well, he thinks, as everything devolves into panicked yelling. It’s the thought that counts.

Except thoughts do not count when Kai is involved, apparently. Or any of the rest of the team, for that matter.

“What is wrong with you?” Kai hisses right in his face, eyes wild and sparking. “I was covering Lloyd, what were you doing?”

“Filling in for you, obviously,” Jay retorts. He has an excellent followup to that, real snappy and all, except that’s the moment Kai’s hand clamps down on the bullet wound in his arm to stop the bleeding, and Jay ends up stifling a shriek instead.

Great, he thinks, fighting back stinging tears of pain as he tries not to take Kai’s apparent wrath too personally. At least Cole looks worried, along the the rest of the team, who are dutifully concerned for his wellbeing like proper teammates should be.

“He’s going to need the hospital,” Zane informs them, his voice a lot steadier and calmer than his words make Jay feel. Zane’s eyebrows furrow as he studies his arm. “Stitches, probably.”

Jay swallows, trying not to curse. There’s a sharp scream as Nya finishes taking out another attacker just beyond them, and Jay figures that’s good enough.

“Okay,” Lloyd says, squeezing Jay’s wrist briefly. Either in comfort about the stitches or thanks for trying to cover him, Jay’s not sure. It’s a nice gesture, nonetheless. “Kai, Cole, can you get him there while we finish up? Sooner the better.”

Cole gives a sharp nod, and offers to take Jay from where Kai’s got him in a death grip. Kai shakes his head, and Jay’s stomach sinks. Sure enough, as soon as they’re clear of the scene, Kai starts going off.

“What did you mean, ‘filling in for me’,” he grinds through his teeth, clearly not about to let this go.

Jay bristles in response at his tone. “I meant,” he bites out, through a hot flare of pain in his arm. Kai’s always merciless with the bandages, even when he’s not in a mood. “That you weren’t there. So I covered.”

He should leave it at that, but Jay’s in a foul enough mood to finish with a condescending, “You’re welcome.”

Kai’s expression grows thunderous. “You didn’t need to. I was right there, you shouldn’t have — you weren’t needed, you should’ve held back.”

Jay feels his chest go tight. His head is clouding with anger, and the pain in his arm isn’t helping, but — ‘you weren’t needed’? Kai really didn’t skimp on the jerk juice this morning, did he.

“Oh, like you could’ve done so much better,” Jay glares. “Lloyd would’ve been toast by the time you got to him.”

“I could’ve made it!”

“Yeah right—”

“I would have, and I wouldn’t have gotten hit!” Kai snarls back. Something in Jay snaps. Or maybe it’s just the steadily increasing blood loss, but of all the nerve—

“Well you didn’t, ‘cause you weren’t there!” he snaps back. “You were too slow, which is real funny since your brain is too!”

It’s not his best comeback, he’ll admit, but Kai looks as if he’s about to light him on fire, if he weren’t stuck carrying Jay like the cover of some awful romance novel, blood getting all over his uniform as they both scream at each other. Maybe Jay will get lucky, and Kai will combust, and they’ll both go up in flames before they can remember that Cole is right there watching them.

“Cut it out, now!”

Oops, too late. For all the incensed authority in Cole’s voice, there’s still a traitorous falter that lets them both know they’ve screwed up. They fall silent, the atmosphere heavy with the lingering tension and new sense of guilt.

And the disgusting sound of Jay’s blood leaking through the makeshift bandage and hitting the ground, truly revolting, he hates blood.

“Just…no more. Please, shut up until we’re at the hospital.” Cole marches forward, snatches Jay from Kai’s arms, and proceeds to beat the fastest route to the hospital at a militant pace.

Jay still looks like some helpless romance cover heroine, dangling from Cole’s arms like he is. It occurs to him that he doesn’t even need to be carried — it’s his arm that’s hurt, he can still walk—

But any protests die rapidly at the look on Cole’s face. And at least this way, Jay thinks sullenly, he can fixedly ignore Kai.

Then again, Kai’s got a killer glare, and Jay’s always been garbage at ignoring people when his feelings are hurt.

* * * * * * * *

Despite the fuss everyone makes, Jay’s arm really isn’t that bad. They hook him up with some pretty sweet meds so he remembers zero of the actual arm-fixing, and he wakes up just in time to complain about being held in the hospital for ‘observation’ or whatever.

“It’s to make sure there’s no infection, or that you don’t rip your stitches out,” Nya tells him pointedly. Jay cringes under the look she gives him at that last part. Geez. You get kicked in the stitches one time after sneaking out early and suddenly no one’s got any faith in you. Typical.

“Why couldn’t we have just gone to medbay,” Jay grumbles. “Pixal gives way better stitches than this, anyways.”

“Gun wounds get hospitals,” Nya reminds him. “And it’s not fair to put that kind of pressure on Pix when we can avoid it.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

Nya glares at him. “It most certainly was that bad.”

“Oh, so when you get your arm crushed by a car, it’s fine,” Jay glares back. “But when I get a tiny little bullet nick, it’s that bad.”

Nya rolls her eyes, ignoring him. “Just think of it this way,” she says. “Now you have a little more time before Lloyd starts weeping apologies all over you.”

“Aw, no,” Jay groans, leaning back in the hospital bed. “Tell me he’s not blaming himself, Nya.”

“I think we had a promise about not lying to each other, or something,” Nya says, sympathetically. She winces. “Pretty sure he made the connection, too.”

Jay frowns. “What connection?”

Nya shifts, her eyes darting from side to side. “The, uh, the whole…Prime Empire, thing.”

Jay stares at her for a beat, trying to reconcile his blatant shock with the roiling nausea at the mention in his stomach. Nya looking at him all kind and sympathetically isn’t helping, either, because she might have made it down to the final two, but she was never all alone, and the reminder that she’d have been fine if Jay hadn’t gotten her killed twice is—

Bad. Real bad, not good, zero out of ten stars. Maybe he can take a bullet for Nya, next, and that’ll — that’ll help things, maybe. Equivalent exchange? Restitution? Some kind of fancy word that means Jay swears he’s gonna make it up.

In the meantime, he smothers the rising sickness in his throat and sinks lower into the bed, sulking. “It’s too easy to recognize trauma in this team.”

“I hear you,” Nya sighs, wearily. She nudges his shoulder, rising from her seat near the bed. “Speaking of. Someone’s got something they want to say to you.”

It takes Jay a second, but his eyes widen as Nya heads for the door. “Wait, wait wait wait, don’t you dare—”

“Love you,” Nya says cheekily, before taking her merry leave of the room. There’s a brief scuffle from outside, and the sound of Kai yelping, before Nya shoves him through the door, slamming it shut behind him with a damning click.

For a second, Jay’s tempted to hit the ‘call nurse’ button as hard as he can, in some desperate attempt to escape. Then he gets a good look at Kai, who’s turned a pale, queasy color that frankly looks awful on him, which is saying a lot ‘cause there isn’t much that doesn’t look good on Kai, but the expression he has on now—

Aw, man, now Jay’s feeling guilty and it isn’t even his fault. Stupid moral conscience center, he curses himself.

“So, uh…” he begins, because far be it from him to let this kind of awkward silence stretch on any longer. “Nice, ah, weather we’re having?”

Kai doesn’t respond, staring fixedly at the floor, and Jay sizes up the ‘call nurse’ button again. Just for the both of their sakes, of course.

But then Kai takes a deep breath, blows it out, and rocks back on his heels, fiddling with his hands. “I, um. I’m sorry.”

Jay’s jaw drops open. Which is probably an overdramatic move, all things considered, but unless he’s suddenly lost the ability to understand words, Kai just apologized to him.

Kai apologized. To him.

It’s not that Kai apologizing is some great big deal — Kai might have his pride, but he’s also an intuitive and good-hearted person who knows when he’s messed up. But to him?

Jay knows how he and Kai work. Kai knows how he and Jay work, and he’s breaking the rules. Because Kai and Jay don’t apologize to each other. Unless it’s some awkward expression of sympathy, they’ve never needed to. They fight dirty, aim for each other’s kneecaps, swear eternal vengeance and hatred at each other before storming off, then an hour later Jay’s bounding into Kai’s room to show him dumb meme videos and neither of them even remember what they were fighting about.

Acknowledging said fight with something as gushy as apologizing is not only useless since they both forget what they’re apologizing for anyways, but also useless because it’ll take too much time, and counterproductive on top, because it’ll most likely end in another fight about who apologized better. So for Kai to walk in and say sorry—

“Oh no, who did you kill?” Jay says, paling.

Kai spears him with a look, but it’s so pathetically watered-down and miserable that Jay forgets to glare back.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jay mutters. “I just—”

“No, no, I’m the one who’s sorry,” Kai interrupts. He hesitates, then sighs. “But that’s fair. I — I was unfair. To you, back there. Like, really unfair, in a bad way, ‘cause you were shot and I know you meant well, but you—”

Kai gestures wildly with his hands, his stream of words cutting off. Jay is left to stare open-mouthed at him again. Babbling like this is Jay’s thing. Kai is breaking all the rules today, huh.

“I just…” Kai trails off, ducking his head. “I don’t like watching you guys get hurt. I don’t — I don’t like watching you get hurt. And I get scared, but it comes out angry, and then I make a mess of things so I’m — sorry. Really sorry, for biting your head off.”

He exhales, a little shaky, fingers balled up in tight fists as his head hangs low, refusing to meet Jay’s eyes. Something softens in Jay’s chest, like gooey melting butter or something else equally pathetic. But it’s rare that Kai vocalizes this stuff, despite the fact that Jay knows he cares, and it’s nice to hear it, so he figures he’s entitled to all the butter he wants.

Jay’s own gaze falters, and the something starts to twist. He bites his lip, tugging half-heartedly at the bandages around his arm.

“Well,” he pauses, thinking of the way his brain had shifted to autopilot when he’d watched Lloyd falter, the razor-sharp shard of terror that always splinters through him when any of their teammates come too close to the awful images of death left in his head. He swallows. “I guess I don’t really have any room to talk,” he murmurs. “Be pretty dumb if I blamed you for that.”

He’s preparing to sink back into his own well of self-pity and loathing, resigned to spending the next few hours until they check him out of the hospital replaying bad memories in his head, when Kai’s next to him all of the sudden, shoving him over on the hospital bed.

“Hey, hey, what’s the big idea—”

“Move, c’mon. You don’t need that much room, you’re a stick,” Kai grumbles, before grinning brightly in success as Jay makes him space. The contrast in expression is enough to startle Jay into silence, and Kai takes advantage. “I know that look. But you already got shot, so you gotta cheer up now.”

“So you’re forcing me into cheerfulness by stealing my hospital bed,” Jay scowls, but the sting is lost in the sudden surge of affection as Kai elbows his way on the bed with him, a steady warmth by his side.

“I’m gifting you my presence, you should be celebrating,” Kai huffs, as he pulls his phone out. “Now stop looking so sad and watch this video I got of a bunch’a geese chasing Zane at the park the other day.”

“You’re such a jerk,” Jay says, but he’s already snickering as he leans his head against Kai’s shoulder to get a better look.

He’s forgotten to tell Kai he forgives him, but like most things between them — Jay doesn’t really need to say it out loud.

#answered #ninjago #my fic #kai smith #jay walker #tumblr pls format right for once #Anonymous

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thebigqueer · 4 years

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BILCO FANFIC - “The VSCO Demon”

Summary: Will is possessed with a VSCO demon that will turn him into the one and only Billiam Thabdrew Sksksolace, a VSCO girl.

Word Count: 3513

Note: This is my first writing on Tumblr so everyone sing happy birthday! also its terrible! also I GREATLY APPRECIATE FEEDBACK (but please give it to me gently cuz im a Sensitive Bitch TM) (if you even sound a little mean ill start crying)

ALSO: Credits to my online bff for Nico’s pet hyena, Bambi. (HI I LOVE YOU)

Nico knew something was wrong with Will.

He could tell that there was something always bothering him, hidden deep beneath that sunshiny facade he always seemed to use in front of other people. He was hiding something, and it seemed to be eating at him like a parasite.

Nico’s suspicions began when he first noticed Will’s slight speech slipup. Will and Kayla were discussing the new demigods that were to move in soon, and Kayla let loose the fact that she was a little iffy about one of them. Will’s eyes had widened, showing off the blue of his eyes, and he said, “Anna oop-”

He clamped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. He’d already said it. Nico didn’t know what it meant, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous. (Was it some kind of prophetic power? Did Will just spew some words from a prophecy in a totally different language? Maybe Nico would ask Rachel later.) When Nico confronted him afterwards, Will just turned his head away and said he was going to head to sleep.

It wasn’t only his foreign phrases - it was also the stuff he bought. On their dates to New York City, Will would slink him and Nico away to a store and buy something. Sometimes it would be an oversized T-shirt, other times it would be scrunchies, and one time he even bought a gigantic water bottle. (“It’s called a Hydroflask,” Will told him.)

Will was scary in those moments. His eyes would get big as he eyed all his new items, and his hands would tap furiously on the wooden counters while he waited. Nico wasn’t sure what this meant, but it seemed that Will was going through something. Something terrible.

And the moment they got back, Will would start immediately sobbing. Nico would literally have to hold him from falling face down on the ground because of how hard he would be weeping. He’d cry, “It’s not happening, it’s not happening! I can’t become VSCO!”

All Nico was able to do was watch his golden boyfriend sob in his arms, unable to help, unable to understand.

It wasn’t until a late day in November when Nico found out what his boyfriend was hiding from him. Will had been antsy all breakfast, avoiding Nico’s eyes like it was the coronavirus; Nico knew that he wasn’t the only one who noticed - Kayla and Austin had given him furtive, sympathetic glances. Nico’s heart pounded in his chest, anxiety spiking his pulse and chilling him down to the bone.

Nico couldn’t help but to wonder, Is he going to break up with me?

Safe to say, his breakfast was ruined, and he pulled just a little away from Will. He didn’t miss the awkward looks he got from Kayla and Austin, nor did he miss Will’s slight flinch at the loss of contact between the boys.

After a silent breakfast, when everyone had left to start their daily activities, Nico stood to go. If Will didn’t want to talk to him, then fine. He’d manage that.

But a warm hand clamped on his wrist, begging him to stay. Nico turned his face to Will’s, absorbing his golden features and the heavy vulnerability in those blue eyes. It hit Nico that whatever Will wanted from him, it wasn’t going to be good.

Nico sat back down carefully. Will’s pink lips were turned at the corners and, having a closer look at his face, Nico realized his eyes were puffy and red like he’d been crying.

Upon seeing his boyfriend’s expression, Nico reached out and touched Will’s tan face gingerly, brushing his own pale fingers through his golden locks. “Will,” he whispered, “what’s wrong? You’ve been so… so closed off from me. Is everything okay? And don’t lie this time, please. I’m serious.”

Will opened and closed his mouth, then unlatched his eyes from Nico’s and closed them. He took a deep, shaky breath, as if gearing up for a long and tiring mission. Nico squeezed Will’s right hand - His baby hands, Nico thought ridiculously, all small and cute - and laced them together, squeezing lightly. A “Hey, I’m here for you” squeeze.

Will turned his focus back on Nico, a small smile lacing the corners of his mouth, but not quite eradicating his internalized pain.

“Nico,” he began, “I… I have an issue.” Will’s freckled cheeks bloomed with bright red blotches and he sheepishly looked away again.

Anticipation and anxiety gripped Nico like a vice and his breath hitched. “What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to tamper down his growing unease. He didn’t want to make Will feel more nervous than he already did.

Will swallowed, as if he was trying to keep down the words from ever appearing. Nico brushed his pale thumb over Will’s, hoping it would calm him a bit. A beat passed, and Will said, “I have this… demon inside me. It’s a terrible demon. I was possessed as a kid.”

“What?” asked Nico. “A demon? What do you mean?”

Will sighed shakily, his eyes focused on the floor. “It’s called a VSCO demon.”

“Will…” Nico started, but he wasn’t sure what he would say. I’m sorry? That didn’t seem right, not at this moment. It seemed like Will wasn’t quite looking for pity. Instead, Nico opted to inquire more about this demon: “What exactly does the demon do? How much is it going to impact your life?”

“Well… actually, it’s going to impact my life a lot. Essentially, it’ sgoing to make me a VSCO girl. You know what that is, right? I explained it to you.”

Nico nodded.

Will continued. “First, it’ll start off with more subtle things, like specific hand spasms.” Will demonstrated what he meant by bringing his right hand to his face and then turning to the side, then frowned. “There’s also some expressions that I might repeat a lot. Like… ‘anna oop-’, or ‘oooh, tea, sis!’ or ‘sksksksk.’”

Nico watched Will’s expression as he said each phrase and his heart felt like it was being squished. Will looked like he was trying very hard not to let it take over him, let those stupid terms make him into a new person, but he was so exhausted. Nico touched his boyfriend’s face again. “I’m… sorry, Will. That’s terrible.”

Will nodded, but he didn’t seem to hear Nico. “When it gets worse, you’ll start noticing. I’ll be wearing oversized T-shirts, I think… scrunchies on my wrist, maybe.” He sighed again, but this time a small sob escaped from his lips too. When he looked up, Nico saw he had fresh tears glassing over his eyes. “I’m going to be carrying that stupid Hydro Flask with me forever, Nico. Forever.”

That seemed to do it. In a matter of seconds, the floodgates of Will’s emotions had opened up and he was spilling everywhere. Nico pulled him close, despite not being much of a hugger, and drew small circles on his back. He felt Will’s tears soak through his T-shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he felt so heartbroken by Will’s emotions, he wanted to start crying himself.

But he had to keep it strong, for Will. Nico bit his lip to keep himself from letting out a few tears himself.

After several moments, Will seemed to calm down enough to pull away from Nico, even though tears still ribboned down his cheeks like liquified crystals. He pulled a tissue from his sweatshirt pocket and blew his nose, honking like he was the goosiest of all geese.

“Anyway,” Will continued, sighing heavily. “I have to tell you something else.” He threw the snot-saturated tissue over his shoulder, where some poor sucker would have to pick it up themself and throw it out. Taking a deep breath (Nico swore he was just trying to steal all the oxygen out of the air now, probably trying to photosynthesize or something), Will pulled Nico’s hands to his chest. “When the demon takes over me, Nico, my alter ego will come out. I will not be able to control it. His name… is Billiam Thabdrew Sksksolace.”

Will paused dramatically, letting that name sink in.

“Oh, Will,” Nico said quietly, throwing his arms around his boyfriend. “Is there a cure to this? Can you fix it?”

Will rested his head in the space between Nico’s neck and shoulder. “No,” he answered, his voice muffled. “There isn’t. I just have to live with being a VSCO girl from now on.” Pulling away so that he was mere inches from Nico’s face, he asked: “Would you still love me, Nico? Even after I become… become Billiam?”

“Of course,” Nico exclaimed, not a moment of hesitation. “Of course! You are more than your stupid demon. You can be as much of a VSCO girl as you become, and I will always love you.”

Will’s face crumpled again and he pulled Nico tighter, so close Nico could almost swear his ribs were going to break.

“Thank you, Nico. Thank you.”

~~~

It was only a few weeks until the real changes started showing up.

When Nico went into the Apollo cabin in the mornings, sometimes he’d see Will in an oversized T-shirt, waving around a metal straw with his baby hands, exclaiming, “OOOH THAT’S TEA!” whenever one of his siblings said something, or referring to himself as Bill Sksksolace when someone called him Will.

Those spells wouldn’t last long, but it was still discerning.

As the days progressed, it got worse. The spells wouldn’t last in just the morning - they’d appear in the afternoon, in the night time, and at nine in the afternoon. Nico would walk in on a conversation Will was having with another camper, and just when things seemed like they were going smoothly, Will would mutter: “SKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKS.” The camper would look at Will strangely, laugh a little, then leave.

Nico would have to sit with Will and tell him that it was alright, that it’s just part of the course. He’ll be alright.

Despite the fact that things were getting worse, it didn’t bother Nico too much. He already knew it would happen sooner or later, so there was no point anticipating and being scared over it.

And yet, nothing would prepare him for the gut punch of when it really did happen.

It was a morning like any other. The sun shone above the camp in brilliant golden rays, and the wind was windy (as wind is) and just perfect for a November day. Nico was hopeful today; maybe they’d go out to New York City, like old times. Try to get Will’s mind off his doomed fate.

Nico had an inkling something was wrong the moment he knocked on the cabin door. Maybe it was the shift in the wind, maybe it was anxiety, or maybe it was the fact that he heard people shouting, “PUT THAT METAL STRAW DOWN, WILL!” that made him nervous. Nevertheless, he waited outside.

Kayla was the one to open the door. She looked exhausted, like she’d been running after someone all morning. When she realized it was Nico, her expression told Nico everything he needed to know.

Nico stepped in tentatively, nervous about what he would find.

And boy did he have every right to be nervous. Nothing could prepare him for what he was about to find.

Will had transformed. Like, completely transformed.

Gone were his golden curls. In place of them was a messy bun at the top of his head, wrapped with a purple scrunchie. If one scrunchie wasn’t enough, he had literal sleeves of them over his arms, all the way up to his elbow, of all kinds of nauseating and headache-inducing colors. On top of that, a knee-length T-shirt covered him from the shoulders to his thighs, and in his small baby hands was a Hydro Flask with a metal straw sticking out of it, which was currently sticking between his teeth.

Upon seeing Nico, his eyes widened and he offered him a bright smile. “Sksksksk!” Will exclaimed. “Oh my gods, it’s literally Nico!” He rushed towards his boyfriend with his arms wide, and just when Nico thought he was about to get a crushing bear hug, Will surprised him last minute by shoving twenty scrunchies into his hands as well as a metal straw.

Nico looked at the treasure in his hands - Where the everloving fuck did he get so many? thought Nico - then back at Will, and again back at his treasure. Tears pricked at his eyes and his chest constricted, making it harder to breathe. “Will-” he began.

Will looked genuinely confused. “Who’s Will? I’m Billiam Sksksolace. And that’s the tea here today.”

“Right. Billiam.” Even saying the new name hurt him in ways Nico didn’t even think were imaginable. He placed a hand on Will’s - No, Bill’s, Nico reminded himself - cheek, tracing his lover’s freckles. “How are you feeling?”

“Anna oop-” Billiam said. “I feel fine, sksksk. Why?” He raised his eyebrows and leaned in, tilting his head for a second. “Is there tea?”

Nico sobbed, his heart wrenching. Where was Will? “No, not at all.” He kissed Bill’s face. “Not at all.”

20 YEARS LATER…

Nico had successfully gone crazy.

He and Billiam had three kids. Each one blond. Each one young.

Each one just as VSCO as their dad.

It was an endless cycle of “SKSKSKS” and “ANNA OOP-” and they had about fifty thousand metal straws strewn around their house. Their kids didn’t even wear pants anymore, just oversized T-shirts. They didn’t even have the demon - it was a Monkey See, Monkey Do situation.

And Nico was done. He’d even developed a twitch in his eye. From the moment he got up in the morning to the moment he fell asleep at night, his mind swirled with unwanted expressions and metal straws in his eyes and Hydro Flasks on the table and oversized T-shirts strewn across the bed and he was positively done.

There was only one thing left to do.

Nico grabbed the knife from the kitchen drawer. Then he turned to the onions on the cutting board and started chopping with rage. (It was his turn to make dinner tonight, and he hated every moment of it.)

But he had something to look forward to, and he had everything ready.

Bill was home from work now, sitting in the living room and scrolling through Instagram. Nico watched him, thinking about that fatal day several years ago at Camp Half-Blood when everything had gone wrong for him.

Well, Nico would fix that today.

“Bill,” Nico called, gritting his teeth. Calling his beloved William “Bill” still stung him, despite it having been years later. “It’s time for dinner. Call the kids.”

Bill stood from the couch and fixed his messy bun, then called, “Billiam, Jr.! Litpollo! Percy, Jr.! Time for dinner! Sksksk.”

Nico made his way down the hall and opened the garage door, crying out to his pet hyena: “BAMBI! Come on, boy. Time for your yummy chinken dinner.”

Bambi growled and bounded into the building, turning towards the kids that had now come into the dining room. Bill eyed the oversized cat with scrutiny. “Bae, I think we need to tame that thing.”

Nico turned his head to look at his hyena. He shrugged. “Seems fine to me.”

“He’s gnawing on our child’s head.”

Nico eyed his kitty, who had its jaws around their child Litpollo’s head. “No he isn't,” Nico decided. “It’s just licking Litpollo's head. Litpollo just has a really tiny head.”

Bill opened his mouth to protest, but Nico clapped his hands and exclaimed: “Time for dinner!” He offered Bill a dazzling smile. “And I have a surprise for you.”

Bill’s eyes widened and a smile of his own flashed across his face. “Sksksk. I’m excited. Yass queen.”

Nico’s eye twitched. “Yes, time for dinner.”

The family of five (including Bambi the Hyena, it was six) sat at the dinner table. (Yes, Bambi sat at a dinner table. Nico considered that quite domestic of Bambi).

“Now, before we start, I have a little something for Bill.” Nico stood again and pulled out something from his pocket. Bill leaned in to look at it, and realization dawned on him. He hissed and jumped up from his chair.

“Skskskskskkssksksksk!” he exclaimed. “That’s a cross. Why do you have that?” Just being in the presence of it seemed to make him antsy.

Nico offered him a dangerous smile. “Well, you see, Billiam, I became a priest online. I have a certificate and everything.” He tilted his head innocently and, with that smile still plastered onto his face, said, “I am here to eradicate the Demon of VSCO.”

“No,” Bill said shakily, but his voice had changed. It was rougher, scratchier, a voice he wouldn’t have on any other normal day. “No, you can’t. You’ve been going behind my back this entire time? How dare you.”

“I’m here to save you, Bill. Or should I say… William.”

“NO!” Bill screeched, picking up Litpollo and shielding his face with the child. “I REFUSE! SKSKSK!”

Nico only smiled wider, his dark eyes shining with fearsome mirth. Suddenly, the lights flickered on and off and a harsh wind blew across the room. Outside, clouds started gathering like they were ready for a shitshow to happen. Nico rose from the floor, the wind carrying his weight like he was lighter than paper. He held out the cross in front of him, showing it to Bill’s VSCO demon. Bill hissed, and his eyes starting glowing bright yellow, clearly aggravated by the cross. He dropped the child, who squeaked and ran off to eat his dry chinken dinner.

Nico’s own eyes had started glowing, but his were a bright red flash like he was about to shoot lasers. “BY THE POWER VESTED IN ME,” Nico exclaimed, his voice projecting outward and all around the house, “I PRONOUNCE THEE, VSCO DEMON, GONE.”

Nico slammed the cross against Bill’s chest, making steam circle and sizzle around Bill’s chest. The blond cried out in pain, but Nico ignored him.

“BEGONE, THOT!” Nico thundered.

A big bang resonated between them, and Nico and Bill were both thrown across the room. Their children screamed, but all Nico could think about was Bill and whether or not he was back. Despite being disoriented, he sat upright and looked across the room. Billiam was thrown to the kitchen, and his messy bun had come undone. The scrunchies on his wrists were hissing and smoking, but otherwise he looked fine.

Nico stood up slowly, keeping his hand on the wall for balance. “Will?” he said quietly. It was strange using that name after so many years, but it felt good. It felt comfortable.

Bill didn’t answer. Nico’s heart started racing.

He rushed to Bill’s side, checking his pulse and touching his face, making sure was alive. When he decided that he was alright, Nico let out a breath of relief. He shook Bill gently. “Will? Will, please, wake up. Tell me you’re okay.”

For a moment, all was silent. Nico’s children had even stopped screaming, but Nico wasn’t sure where they were or what they were doing. Right now, it was only about Billiam.

Suddenly, Bill started coughing. He sat up a little straighter and coughed into his arm, and Nico patted is back in means of helping his partner. Bill stopped after a few moments, but his focus was only on the kitchen tiles.

Nico’s heart pounded in anticipation. Was Billiam gone? Was Will back? Goosebumps prickled his skin.

“Will?” Nico asked. “Are you okay?”

Bill started laughing. Nico wanted to take this as a good sign, but the laughter seemed eerie. He took Bill’s baby hand in his.

Bill turned to face him, a wide grin on his face. “YOU FOOL!” he exclaimed. “YOU ABSOLUTE BUFFOON! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID?”

Nico gasped and threw himself away from Bill, shaking his head. “No,” he whispered. “No. It should have worked! I went onto Wikipedia for the instructions!”

Bill only laughed harder. “YOU DIPSHIT! YOU MULTIPLIED ME!” His eyes danced with his laughter.

“Multiplied?” Nico exclaimed. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” He frowned. “Also, no swearing in front of the kids. Watch your fucking language, asshole.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Bill exclaimed. “MY CHILDREN,” he called, turning his face away from Nico’s. “COME!”

From the dining room, the children’s small feet pitter-pattered across the floor. Rage filled Nico’s chest, and he tackled Bill to the ground. “VSCO DEMON!” he cried. “What did you do to them? If you hurt them-”

“I did no such thing,” Bill said. “I would never hurt them.”

“Then what did you do?”

In creepy unison, all his kids exclaimed: “SKSKSK! I’VE GIVEN THEM ALL A PIECE OF ME! NOW I EXIST IN ALL OF YOUR FAMILY AND LOVED ONES!”

“NOOOOO!” Nico cried. “WHY?”

“Children,” Bill said, “what do we say to Nico?”

“SAVE THE TURTLES!” And they all took off their oversized T-shirts and threw them in his face.

The end. Nico sobbed forever.

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