#I had so much fuuuun

[ikathemadhatter]

@lawlightweek2022

Day 7: Moon - Secrets eclipsed or Exposed

“Light... Let us explore the world of nothingness together.”

[rataticaisdreaming]

happy father's day to my favorite dads 🥺🩵💛

glitter family propaganda! 🫶✨

[feline-evil]

Blurry ass photo but here's a WIP of the sketchbook i was painting the cover of, still need to finish it but i haven't been able to work on it in a few weeks (the white lines need to be painted over and refined down especially lol, looks goofy rn)

[epictiger]

this little space is my favorite thing ive decorated so far

[sapphicdib]

From the aggie that @rev-xce hosted!! (She drew the catgirl lilypad) I had so much fuuuun hehe 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[smiley-star]

Chase

(Sfw tickling fic; Tce$t and feti$h ppl, DNI!!)

Turns out, ticking off your future self has just a few consequences. . .

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Future Leo💙

“But it would be fuuuun,” Leo complained dramatically, flopping over onto the couch and partially onto Leonardo's lap.

Leonardo chuckled, “I don't think raiding Donnie's lab with glitter would end very fun for you.”

“Exactly why you do it,” Leo grinned, pointing up at the older slider, “You ninja in, place the glitter bomb, ninja out, and then we light it! And bam! Pranked! He'll never know!”

“Except when he checks his camera and attempts to murder both of us,” Leonardo chuckled, idly scrolling through the new phone they'd gotten for him. Casey got one too.

“Oh c'mon!” Leo complained, “It's gotta be more exciting than scrolling through a buncha memes you already know!”

“I'm actually reading a book,”

“Same thing!”

“I never read this before though!” Leonardo argued with a chuckle, shoving Leo away good-naturedly.

Leo's eyes narrowed, and Leonardo watched in real time as a mischievous glint formed in them.

“What are you- HEY!” Leonardo exclaimed as Leo snatched the phone out of his hands and darted off in the opposite direction, “You little thief! Give that back!”

“Try and get it!” Leo taunted, sticking his tongue out and running away faster.

Leonardo jumped up, rushing after the teen and yelling threats.

Leo grinned, sprinting through the lair, months of recovery had made it simple for him, he glanced back, laughing as he saw Leonardo falling behind, “WHAT!? YOUR OLD MAN LEGS CAN'T KEEP UP!”

“OLD!?” Leonardo exclaimed, offended, “I'M GOING EASY ON YOU!”

Leo screeched in panic as Leonardo started running faster, his much longer legs taking only one stride where he took three.

Curse his future self for stealing all the height.

Leo ran faster, ducking into his room and slamming the door shut.

He leaned against it, giggling as he held onto the handle tightly.

“Oh Leo!” Leonardo said evilly from the other side of the door, “Do you reeeally wanna do this? I know all your weaknesses!”

“No you don't!” Leo yelled, giggling as he hid the phone in his dresser drawer.

“Oh really?” Leonardo chuckled, “Fun fact! This door doesn't lock properly. Found that out the hard way.”

“What-!?” Leo exclaimed, screeching and jumping back right as the door was yanked open.

Leonardo grinned evilly, stepping into the room and sliding the door shut, gesturing at the lock, “See? Busted.”

“That's cheating!” Leo exclaimed, huffing and backing against the far corner of the room.

“Are we doing this the easy way, or the hard way?” Leonardo asked, cracking his knuckles, “Wanna tell me where the phone is?”

“I thought you knew all my weaknesses,” Leo giggled, “Shouldn't you know all my hiding spots too?”

Leonardo's eyes narrowed, but he was grinning, “Okay! We'll do this the hard way!”

He dove forward, making Leo scream and jump to the side.

Leo lunged for the door, only to get grabbed by his sides mid-jump. He screeched as Leonardo started squeezing his sides, making him burst into bubbly laughter.

“EEEEK-!” Leo squealed, squirming and yanking at Leonardo's hands.

“Whatcha doing?” Leonardo asked as he lifted him up, grinning evilly as he walked over to the bed.

“LeheeHET gohoHO of meHEE!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs against Leonardo's plastron and trying to pry his hands off.

“Or what?” Leonardo taunted, scribbling his fingers on Leo's sides and getting a couple loud, childish squeals.

“I’ll PRAHAhahahAHANK yahAHAHA soho BahAHAd!” Leo threatened between squeals.

“I'm sure you will,” Leonardo said with an evil grin, tossing Leo onto the bed and sitting on his thighs, keeping the smaller slider effectively pinned.

“WaHaHAit!” Leo said in giggly panic, squirming and trying to uselessly shove Leonardo off of him.

“Wait? For what?” Leonardo said with a smirk, “What're you so squirmy about?”

“Yohohohou knohohow whahahat you're dohohohoing!” Leo exclaimed between giggles, trying his hardest to glare.

“What am I doing?” Leonardo asked, lightly tapping at Leo's plastron and making him squeak, “Hmmm. . .what am I doing?”

“EEE-! ThaHAHAT!” Leo exclaimed, giggling as his sides were poked at.

“What, I gotta fidget to think,” Leonardo said evilly, “Ya mind?”

“NOHO-!”

“Great! You don't mind!” Leonardo exclaimed, before beginning to skitter his fingers all over Leo's ribs.

“NAhaHAHAHA!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs and squirming, “THAhaahaHAHAT’S- SNRT-! naHAHAt whaHAAHat I meheHEant!”

“But, Leeeeo!” Leonardo said dramatically, “I need to focus!”

“AHH- HAHAHAHA!” Leo screamed, drumming his feet on the bed as Leonardo started squeezing at his hips, “NAHAHA!”

“Hmmm, what am I doing?” Leonardo muttered to himself, as if thinking about the question, “Oh! I got it! I'm gonna tickle you for messing with me!”

“NohHOHOHO!” Leo squealed, “DAHAHAN’T!”

Leonardo laughed, tickling at Leo's ribs and laughing as the teen screeched and cackled louder, “Is this a bad spot, Leo?”

“NAHAH- IHIT SNRT- I CAHAAN’T!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs and squirming violently.

“I better move then, huh?” Leonardo smirked, and started tracing Leo's plastron all around his tummy.

“NO-! DohohoHOHON’T you daHAHAhahare!” Leo cried, squirming and grabbing Leonardo's wrists, trying to tug his tickly hands away.

“Oh, don't tickle here,” Leonardo said with an evil grin, “Got it, I'll just tickle here then!”

Leo shrieked as Leonardo started skittering his fingers all over his tummy, “NAHAHAT SNRT- THEHEHERE”

“But you didn't like where I was tickling before!” Leonardo teased with a grin, “I think I'll stay here for a bit, until you make up your mind!”

“NA- YOHOU- SNRT AHH HAHA! NAHAHA!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs as he squirmed and thrashed, “PLEHEHEASE!”

“Please what? Tickle more?” Leonardo asked, grinning evilly, “If you insist!”

Leo screamed, banging his heels on the bed while throwing his head back in hysterical cackles as Leonardo skittered his fingers around his tummy more and even pinched a few times.

“NAHAHA! PLEH- AHH! TOHOHO! IHI CAHAN’T!” Leo squealed, “HEHE- EEE! HAHAHALP MEE!”

Leonardo did a corny villain laugh, “No one's here to save you!”

He started tickling down Leo's sides, making the teen squeal and squirm even more as he slowly tickled down his sides to his hips.

Leo screamed out in laughter when Leonardo started squeezing at his hip bones, making the older slider laugh and then keep tickling down.

“AHHHH! NAHAHA!” Leo screeched as Leonardo started pinching his thighs mercilessly, “DAHAHAN'T! NAHAHA- SNRT WAHAHAIT!”

“Awww,” Leonardo cooed as Leo's hands started flapping in happy stimming, “I always forget how adorable that is! Casey did the same thing.”

Leo's face flushed bright red at the comment, making his stripes blend in as he squirmed and cackled, shoving at Leonardo's hands, “NOHOHO IHIT’S NAHAT!”

“Yes it is!” Leonardo laughed, “It's adorable!”

“NAHAH-” Leo's denial was cut off by a loud squeal when Leonardo started drumming his fingers over his thighs, “AHH! STAHAHAP!”

Leonardo grinned, “But Leo! I gotta focus! Actually, now that you mention it. . .I'm starving.”

“SOHO STAHAP AND GEHEHET FOOHOOD!” Leo cried, a last ditch effort to get the older slider to leave on his own.

“But I can't think on an empty stomach,” Leonardo said, a large mischievous grin spreading across his face, “You mind?”

“WAHAHAIT!” Leo cried as Leonardo grabbed his hands in his massive prosthetic. He pinned his arms over his head, while Leo squirmed and thrashed.

“Dohohon’t yoHOHOhou dahaHAHAre!” Leo threatened in between anticipatory giggles, squirming and trying to yank his hands out of Leonardo's hold.

“Oh, I dare.” Leonardo grinned, and that was all the warning Leo had before he started skittering his free hand in his underarm and leaning down to blow raspberries all over Leo's tummy.

Leo screeched, thrashing and cackling hysterically as he kicked his legs.

The teen howled with laughter as Leonardo meanly blew raspberries all over his helpless belly, all while tracing at his underarm.

“NAHAHA! STAHAHAP! IHIT’S SOHO BAHAHAD! LEHEHEONAHAHARDO! PLEHEHAHASE!”

Leonardo grinned, lightly nibbling at Leo's tummy and making the teen howl with laughter, kicking his legs and squirming helplessly.

“NOHOHO MOHOHORE!” Leo begged, throwing his head back in laughter as happy tears pooled in his eyes. His face was so red his stripes blended in.

“Where'd you put the phone?” Leonardo asked between raspberries and nibbles.

“IHIHIN THEHE DRAHAHAWER!” Leo cried, trying to yank his hands out of Leonardo's grip.

“Which drawer?” Leonardo asked, scooting back and hovering his face over Leo's thigh.

Leo's face paled, “WahaHAHAIT! YoHOHOu BeHEHETeheHER nahAHAHAT!” He managed to exclaim in-between giggles as Leonardo started tickling at his side with his free hand.

“That's not an answer,” Leonardo said with a mean grin, leaning down and blowing a merciless raspberry on Leo's thigh.

Leo screech, a loud, high-pitched sound as he cackled and a few happy tears streamed down his face. His hands flapped frantically in the hold, and he squirmed violently.

“THEHEHEH DREHEHEHESSER DRAHAHAWER! THE TAHAHAHAP OHOHONE! NOHOHOW STAHAHAHAP!” Leo screamed, kicking his legs frantically as his worst spot was targeted with raspberries and small nibbles.

“Finally. Thank you,” Leonardo said with a smirk, finally letting go and getting off of him, “About time. You're as red as a tomato.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Leo giggled, curling up and clutching at his stomach as he giggled from the phantom feeling.

“I didn't even say ‘tickle’ this time,” Leonardo chuckled, poking the teen on the knee and making him shriek, “But you still ended up blushing!”

“SHUHUT IHIT!” Leo screeched in embarrassment, yanking his legs away as he giggled.

Leonardo chuckled, leaving the room and coming back with a bottle of water. He sat on the bed and pulled Leo onto his lap, rubbing his shell as the teen sipped at the water.

“You suck!” Leo exclaimed when he'd finally calmed down from his giggle-high.

“Not my fault you ran! I know all your weaknesses, remember?” Leonardo laughed, poking Leo's stomach and making him jump and squeak.

I love writing with these two :,>

Am I the only one that likes Future Leo being a father-figure to Leo?? Are they the same person? Yea. Do I care? Nope ^^💙

Might make art of this later, but I gotta make a few fan art pieces first >:3

[abyssalcookie]

Draw Shadow Milk Cookie. :3c

I know exactly who you are.

@milk-and-trickery

You can't hide from me, bestie!

Shadow milk cookie, the blueberry dapper clown himself? What is there to say about him? He's the right kind of chaos that I personally can't get enough of. The character is written in a way that I love to hate. And is my 3rd fave cookie of the batch!

I'm not going to lie, but he's the kind of guy I'd have a blast with if I truly had an evil side.

But I'm just a chaotic void who likes to be silly.

SO-

I wanted to make this EXTRA special, JUST FOR YOU my friend, you pulled me into this world of cookie run, so how about a thank you art to make this oh-so-much more fun?

For you, and you to use only @milk-and-trickery I already sent you the PFD files on Discord. Have fuuuun~ And please continue to entertain us with your skills.

[mooncello]

My heart is so dang full from seeing some fandom friends this past weekend. I'm still catching up on sleep but, y'know, worth it.

Chapter 3 of more than a footnote will be posted next week. Here's some fun Dev/Niall/Baz banter from that. I love their friendship so much.

Niall POV

Baz lowers himself into a chair and snatches one of the cups with his long fingers. “I don’t need any of whatever alcohol you’ve smuggled in here,” he says. “Yeah, you do.” Dev withdraws a flask from his jacket’s inner pocket and sloshes it back and forth. “This is a school-sanctioned dance. Booze makes it 110% better. ’Member the winter ball in sixth year?” Baz rolls his eyes, but a smile whispers across his lips. “When Niall and I had to carry you back to Mummers? You sang the whole way across the courtyard. Forever ruined Paramore for me.” “You,” Dev points a finger at Baz, eyebrow notching up, “sang with me.” “And I still firmly state you imagined that.” Dev slides his eyes to me. “Ni, mate, back me up. You heard him.” Now both Pitch cousins are staring at me. I grin behind my cup and wink at Baz. “My own memory is pretty fuzzy.” I’m rewarded with a wicked smile and approving nod from Baz, Good man.  I hold my cup out to Dev. “I do remember you singing in our room that night. Though you had graduated to My Chemical Romance by that point.” “Classic,” Baz says, sing-song. Dev sticks his tongue out at both of us, metal bar glinting neon under the dance floor lights, and then pours a generous amount of vodka into my ginger beer. “We are young,” he says. “We are hot. Why not have as much fun while we can?” Baz lifts a perfect eyebrow at Dev, and accuses, “You started early.” “Fuck yeah I did.” Dev adds the alcohol to his drink and raises the flask once more at Baz. “Fuuuun,” he says, drawing out the word, and waggles his eyebrows.  We both grin when Baz hands over his cup with a shake of his head. “Just this one,” he says. “Of course, cuz.” Vodka is poured, and the flask disappears into Dev’s jacket. “Wouldn’t want to impugn your angsty, brooding vibes.” “That’s not how you use that word,” Baz says with a dainty sip of his drink. “What, vibes?” I snort into my cup.

love love and more love to you all. I'd write more, maybe something charming and eloquent about art and story and community, but I'm truly well-zombified at the moment. y'all rock. mwah. 🖤

thank you for the tag today @rimeswithpurple! np tags under the cut:

@drowninginships, @valeffelees, @run-for-chamo-miles, @blackberrysummerblog, @orange-peony

@youarenevertooold, @shrekgogurt, @hushed-chorus, @whatevertheweather, @fatalfangirl

@cutestkilla, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @artsyunderstudy, @emeryhall, @raenestee

@iamamythologicalcreature, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @best--dress, @rimeswithpurple

@ileadacharmedlife, @skeedelvee, @moodandmist, @monbons, @j-nipper-95

@ic3-que3n, @theearlgreymage, @theimpossibledemon, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @palimpsessed

@facewithoutheart, @shemakesmeforget

[alittlebitofwonk]

@bonesandthebees has me thinking about book recs, so I’m posting some of my favorites in case anyone wants something new to read!

FANTASY

Priory of the Orange Tree: This is a BRICK of a book. The hardcover would make a good weapon. But it’s also an incredibly good read. A well built fantasy world, dragons, sapphic romance, and it centers WOC characters. The prequel, A Day of Fallen Night, is also amazing.

Legends and Lattes: This is such a cozy little book! It’s fantasy, sent in a DND inspired world where a retired orc mercenary opens a coffee shop. Also, sapphic romance side plot. It’s very cute.

A Thousand Steps Into Night: A Japanese folklore inspired novel where the protagonist must make bargains with spirits to avoid becoming a demon. I learned a lot about Japanese legends and folklore in this one, and the protagonist, Miuko, is just so earnest and lovable.

SCI-FI

Project Hail Mary: Andy Weir does it again. A fantastic novel featuring a struggle across the galaxy to save earth as we know it, the most endearing alien EVER, really cool futuristic science, and a reminder that humanity also instills in us all a sense of good.

The Kaiju Preservation Society: This book is so much fuuuun. It’s just a blast. Inter dimensional travel, giant monsters, conservation, and a protagonist that had me cackling with laughter the whole time.

MYSTERY/THRILLER

The Final Girl Support Group: When the survivors of several horror-movie esque massacres are all targeted by a new killer, how will they survive? A really awesome story about a bunch of badass middle aged women who kinda hate each other teaming up to identify their would-be killer… before it’s too late.

Gone Girl: Nick Dunne didn’t kill his wife. He has no idea where she is, or what happened, and he swears he didn’t hurt her… but no one really believes him. Meanwhile, the truth is far more interesting, and a testament to the phrase “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” This is THE female rage story.

[spreadwardiard]

Tagged by @skeletonsgeorg, thank you so much!!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 21

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 176,709

3. What fandoms do you write for? Right now, just Transformers but I used to write Fullmetal Alchemist fics.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Fun at Work- FMA, roy/ed, this is smut be warned. Kudos: 178 2. Saturdays- FMA, Roy/Ed, SFW Kudos:167 3. 4 Million Years- My first TF fic and my first fic after an 8 year writing hiatus. Megop, Kudos: 128 4. Crossing the Line- Megop, def valveplug going on inthis. kudos: 128 5. A New Kind of Word Sparring- Megop, SFW, Kudos: 100

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! I try to respond to most comments but sometimes I miss some.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? oooh probably this fma one: Regrets

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I... don't actually know tbh. a lot of my fics are just little oneshots that already were happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I used to, a long time ago. It's part of why I stopped writing for so long but honestly the worst of the hate came to my roleplay blogs, not my fics.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yessssssss smut is my fav thing to write actually. its fuuuun.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Not really? I'm not opposed to it though if it makes sense.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? IDK

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! I co-write with @lets-try-some-writing! We're working on a TF AU together called Two Sides to a Coin.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? Megop omg it has me by the throat.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Omg... I have so many I can't even think of just one... I ahve a REALLY hard time finishing fics, its why I usually just write one shots... but I have a mechpreg megop au i was working on that I WANT SO BAD TO FINISH but am intimidated by its scope.

16. What are your writing strengths? I don't actually know tbh... i know what I have the most fun writing, but Idk if that counts as my strenghts.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I'm on of those people that tends to only care for the romantic parts of the story, so I tend to skip by a lot of other things cuz I just dont care about it often.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I think its cool!

19. First fandom you wrote for? Shoot I think it was Yu-Gi-Oh?? Maybe Pokemon. idk i don't really remember.

20. Favorite fic you've written? Right now I think it was Until Next Time, Prime. It was just really fun to get into how megatron felt about Optimus post Optimus yeeting himself into the Well.

Tagging: @lets-try-some-writing, @steelthroat, @cyberrose2001 anyone else who wants to do the thing!

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Leona Kingscholar Beastly Garb Personal Story: Part 3

"Whatever I feel like doing."

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Sunset Savanna]

Leona: Who woulda thought there'd come a time I'd be driving this many people in my car.

Vil: Are we distracting you? If that's the case, you should have just arranged for another car.

Leona: Well, we can't do that, now can we?

Leona: Regardless of how I act, I'm still a prince here.

Leona: If I said I wanted to head out of the capital by car, it'd summon one of the royal family's chauffeurs.

Leona: But, it'd be terrible of us to have them drive every which way when they're already so busy, don'tcha think?

Leona: That's why there's no other choice but for me to take the wheel.

Leona: How thoughtful of me? Oh, I know. But I'm used to driving, so no need to rush to compliment me further.

Vil: You went and got the car so you would be able to leave Kifaji-san behind. And you still said all that with a straight face.

Vil: Well, I'm willing to believe only where you say you're "used to it," though.

Leona: Hey, hey, don't pick and choose just one thing I said like that.

Vil: I mean, you're so good at driving, yet no one knows you can, right?

Vil: Sage's Island is rather small. If you were to drive around the island, someone is bound to see you.

Vil: Similar to how we sometimes see Crewel-sensei driving around in his bright red classic car.

Vil: So you basically cultivated your driving skills here in Sunset Savanna, yes?

Leona: Who knows. I'll leave it to your imagination.

Vil: Well, despite your usual laziness, you leapt at the chance to drive. There's no way you don't like driving.

Vil: And yet, the fact that you never did on Sage's Island could only mean…

Vil: You hid it because you felt it would be troublesome if anyone knew. You really are such an incorrigible man, hiding what skills you have, like this.

Leona: I think you got the wrong idea, there… I'm not hiding it, or whatever.

Leona: There was a car on Sage's Island that I could just take whenever, sure, I'd totally do something like take my precious club members into the town, no prob.

Vil: Again, just speaking with out feeling, as always. Oh, also…

Leona: Just drop it, Vil. Also, hey, Kalim, Lilia and [Yuu], be prepared to get out soon.

Leona: We're almost there.

[Sunset Savanna – Arena]

―After the Catch the Tail victory

Kalim: Ahahah! Who woulda thunk we'd get this kind of victory parade!

Kalim: Tamashina-Mina was an amazing celebration!

Lilia: You're right. This was definitely a great trip ♪

Lilia: This memory will definitely last a lifetime. …And that includes this final ride, too.

Vil: We had just gotten a wonderful victory, but apparently we can't even finish this with elegance.

Leona: All of you need to just shut it. Just close your mouths before you bite your tongue off.

Leona: We're off. Time to leave this lame festival behind!

[Sunset Savanna]

Kalim: There's so much rain. There's so many tiny rivers starting to flow in the savannah.

Leona: Well, the rainy season's here now. The scenery around here'll change soon enough.

Kalim: Oh, cool. But anyway, Catch the Tail was sooo fuuuun. Sunset Savanna is sooo awesome!

Vil: True. There were a few moments of frustration, but… Now that it's over, I suppose the experience as a whole wasn't too terrible.

Lilia: Those royal guards we faced in the last round were splendid as well. I could really feel the strength of this country's convictions.

Leona: …

Lilia: Oh? There's a huge puddle ahead of us.

Vil: It doesn't seem like we'll be able to avoid it. Shouldn't you drop your speed a little?

Lilia: We're getting closer to the puddle with every breath.

Lilia: Leona, hurry and brake…

Leona: …

[vroooom!!]

Vil/Lilia/Kalim: EH!!?

 [SPLAAASH!!!]

Vil/Lilia/Kalim: GAAAAAAH!!!

Vil: Why'd you just slam into the puddle like that!? That shocked me!!

Lilia: Ahahah! That was exciting, Leona. I commend you on being able to surprise me like that!

Kalim: That was a huge water spray! All that mud came so high and even got on Vil's face! Ahahah!

Vil: That's nothing to laugh about! All of my makeup has been ruined.

Leona: Don't throw a fit. You never know, there might be one or two beautifying effects in the Sunset Savanna mud.

Vil: Where did your driver's common sense even go!?

Vil: You were such an exemplary driver with decency yesterday…

Vil: But today, you've had no consideration for your guests at all as you drive!

Leona: Common sense, decency, consideration…

Leona: Aren't you the ones who said I had none of that in the first place?

Lilia: That's… Oh, are you talking about from back when you invited us?

Vil: Are you serious? Were you just holding that as a grudge the whole time?

Leona: No? In fact, I actually agree with you.

Leona: I think… Having to give the Sunset Warriors "Guardianship Lesson," these old customs, and all the old men who cling to these things…

Leona: They're all so stupid!

[VROOOOM!!]

Vil/Lilia/Kalim: GAAAAAAH!!!

Lilia: Ahahah! I bet all the nearby animals are also all startled too. This is a hoot!

Kalim: This is amazing… I've… I've never been in a car that shook this hard…!

Kalim: It's so heart-pounding, I love it!

Vil: Leona! I'd like it if you didn't use us to relieve your stress!

Leona: Keh… Hahaha! Just looking at all your ridiculous reactions's really making me feel better.

Leona: I always thought that it'd be great to just jump in a car by myself and drive wherever, but…

Leona: I guess it's not too bad to have loudmouths like this ride me with sometimes.

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[writing-whump]

Drunk at New Years

Arnie gets drunk on New Years after a fight with Hector. Angst, vomiting, comfort.

Hector was worried.

For the last couple of hours he alternated between angrily pacing the room and dialing Arnie's number. It was half three in the morning on New Years and Arnie was not picking up.

When he got back, Hector would tear him into two pieces.

It was the first New Years Hector and Arnie fought. Really, it was rather rare for them to fight at all.

Hector was acutely aware his brother was human since he was very small. You could simply not treat a human kid like you would a pup. Since that realization settled in, Hector couldn't help but feel Arnie was incredibly fragile. Wouldn't heal, couldn't jump, couldn't compete with his strength against a wolf even if he got combat training.

And Hector hated wolves from their pack didn't treat humans well. Heck, he himself didn't think much of them - useless, weak little things that ruled the world just because of their sheer numbers and fondness for explosive devices.

But Arnie was different. The kid was tough as nails underneath the frail human body. He used the clarity of his human mind, unburdened by aggressive shadow that would heighten every emotion and make it unignorable, to make long-term schemes, acute observations and was capable of incredible concentration.

Not to mention being able to use words like knifes. Hector had never met anyone who could shred even wolves to pieces with just a few words and precise observations.

Arnie was tough. But he was still human. And human kids of 18 didn't run around a city of almost 2 million people and countless wolf packs at night, at New Years, when everyone was drank and dangerously out of control.

He tried calling again, but although it rang, no one picked up.

That's when he heard the clittering of keys at the door.

Hector hurried over as it opened, his little brother stumbling inside.

His blond hair was tousled out of its styled form, his emerald green eyes feverishly glassy and he had that dumb smiley expression Hector had seen on many drunks.

The worry immediately replaced disgust as he frowned in disapproval.

"Oh, hey. You still up. What a bummer," Arnie said, swaying and closing the door behind him with a giggle.

"Where the hell have you been?" Hector said, crossing his arms on his chest.

"Here and there. Found a really tasty place and lots of happy people being willing to be happy with you. It was fuuuun."

Hector's nose scrunched as he breathed in the smell of beer clinging to his brother. "You know I don't approve of alcohol. You look pathetic as fuck."

Arnie's eyes widened before he grinned again, the arrogant prick. "Yeah, I know. What about you just...run along and go to sleep? Don't mess up your precious schedule. As you can see, I'm too intoxicated to properly enjoy your scolding," he laughed again, a little hysteric at the end. "Or maybe it's a good time, cause there is three of you so the lecture will-brrrrrrrp- multiply." He all but sang the last word, shaking off his boots.

"Fine. We'll talk in the morning."

Arnie threw his coat to the ground, muffling a burp against his fist. "Oh, he wants to talk all of sudden. That will be a milestone after two weeks of silent treatment."

Hector rolled his eyes, leaving Arnie to his drunken stumbling.

The comment stung, because it was true.

Arnie went behind his back and talked with Isaiah.

Okay, to be fair, it wasn't behind his back, but it was against his wishes. Surely Hector was justified in feeling angry?

Arnie accused him of not trying enough and that he should admit to missing Isaiah too and make minimal effort. That the meeting went well, that Isaiah was glad to see him.

Hector told him he was pathetic, annoying someone who was clearly not interested, abandoning them. He couldn't stand that Arnie had a good time with Isaiah, that their oldest brother welcomed him with open arms while he treated Hector with such coldness.

Arnie just grimaced at the words. "If you made any effort at all instead of your usual anger, pride and wolf posturing, we could have had him back years ago."

Hector said nothing, fighting down his shadow's immediate angry reaction. He was used to getting his way with his pack - he was the branch leader in Vienna after all. It was weird he could not react to dissent the way he wanted. But he wouldn't go so low as to pull his shadow at his human brother.

So he simply held his tongue and their silence at home began.

It was deserved. He would simply wait for an apology.

It was also way more unnerving than he expected.

Seemed Arnie was hellbent on proving that waiting for apologizes was futile.

Hector went to get a glass of water, skin on his arms tingling with relief and nerves. It wasn't like Arnie to be this irresponsible though. Hell, all human dangers in this city applied for him. What if he got mugged on the way? Or stumbled upon a drunken group of troublemakers who would hurt him? What if he got hit by a car?

Not to mention Arnie's vulnerability as a human to a wolf leader of a powerful pack branch - any pack could take the opportunity and kidnap him to have leverage over Hector. Arnie was normally watchful and knew how to hide, run, fight back or call for him - but not when he was so out of it.

Acting like a child, truly. What a stupid way to have a tantrum.

Could 18 years old be grounded? Arnie was still a teenager, right? Birthdays were stupid and didn't change someone's maturity anyway.

Hector switched the lights off in the kitchen, heading to his room to sleep as Arnie told him, when a loud moan stopped him in his tracks.

The little bathroom that just had a toilet and a sink was open and alight and he could hear Arnie's erratic breathing.

Yeah, Arnie didn't drink or get out of control or do any of those rebellious teenager stuff. He was too smart and mature for that. No way he would take the alcohol well with his fragile weak human constitution.

Hector wanted to leave him to it. Just desserts for being stupid and worrying the hell out of him for an argument they didn't have to have.

But he heard Arnie spitting into the water and another soft groan echoed against the tiles.

Before Hector made a conscious decision, his legs led him right to small bathroom. He braced against the doorframe.

Arnie was draped over the toilet, all drunken humor gone now. His arms were folded over the rim, cushioning his forehead, face turned towards the water. His legs hugged the porcelain from each side.

"Alcohol's not so fun going up, huh?" Hector gloated.

Arnie burped loudly, sound echoing in the toilet. "Go...go the -buuuurrgg- fuck away." His voice was strained, punctured by another belch.

Hector rolled his eyes, though Arnie didn't see it, face still turned inwards toward the bowl. His shoulders heaved heavily as he breathed in anticipation, sweat clinging to the back of his shirt and neck. His hair wasn't holding at all, too sweaty and greasy, falling into his face. It was long enough to brush against his cheeks and chin.

Hector stepped away to go into the big bathroom, opening Arnie's cupboard. There was the hair tie. Arnie had the weirdest collection of hair accessories and sprays and gels and whatnot.

He returned to the smaller bathroom, crouching down next to Arnie. His position didn't change, only his breathing picked up a little.

Hector gently gathered the hair from both sides of his face to tie it up in a tiny ball at the back of his head.

Arnie winced at the contact, another little moan escaping him.

"Stop fighting it," Hector said with a sigh, leaning back against the wall. The space was small, they were crowded like this in the small quarters.

"Go away," Arnie repeated, voice raspy and small, like he was about to cry. Hector's heart squeezed at the sound, despite how disgusting the situation was.

"Don't tell me what to do," Hector said, planing a hand in the middle of Arnie's back. "Just get it up already. It will happen anyway, better to get rid of it and go to sleep. It's the quickest cure ever."

"How...how would you know? You were never drunk before." Arnie spit some more into the bowl, eyes squeezing shut. He was red in the face, lips pressed tightly together.

"Sure was," Hector said, rubbing little circles into Arnie's sweaty back. "Isaiah made me drink at home when I was 14. Wanted me to know how my shadow would react and what it would feel like to have too much." It was a very educational move in hindsight. Hector drank his weight in wine and then spend the night and better part of the next day heaving over the toilet.

Alcohol was definitely not worth it in his book.

Isaiah sat beside him every damn minute, not complaining once. Making him drink lemon water, so Hector didn't even get a headache.

It pained him to remember that although he appreciated the memory. He could even laugh about it, if it wasn't so bitter.

No one had done the same thing for Arnie. Isaiah wasn't there anymore when Arnie reached that age. Maybe this was Hector's responsibility.

Arnie's breathing grew even faster and he burped, his shoulders tensing under Hector's hand. He nuzzled his head against his crossed hands over the rim, groaning pitifully. "I don't wanna throw up."

"You are too queasy to have a choice," Hector admonished. Jesus, this was taking long. They would be here all night at this pace.

"And you are a stubborn mule," he muttered, lifting his hand away. Instead of the rubbing, he patted Arnie on the upper back. Hard.

Arnie's shoulders hitched and he gagged, a mouthful of liquid hitting the water. He lifted his head a little in shock. "What-"

Hector patted him again and this time Arnie heaved up a bigger wave of yellow liquid. And then it seemed to be set off well.

Arnie groaned with each next wave, whole back arching. His body was too forceful about expelling the poison to let him protest anymore. Each wave was more violent, to the point Hector wondered how many beers he could have fitted in there.

When Arnie heaved for the fifth time, it got smaller again. He breathed heavily, hands gripping the rim of the toilet.

Hector went from patting to rubbing wide circles into his back.

When Arnie lifted his head in a slight break between vomiting he looked terrible. Drool all over his chin, tears streaming down his face and mixing with snot from his nose.

"That's disgusting," Hector said, rolling up some toilet paper to wipe the mess on his chin, before taking another and holding it against Arnie's nose. "Blow."

Arnie listened this time, loudly blowing his nose into the paper.

Hector flushed the toilet, not that it helped much against the pukey smell, even though they let the door open. "How are we doing? Any better?"

Arnie moaned, hands wrapping around his middle, forehead pressing against the rim. "You did that on purpose."

"Yeah, and it helped, so shut up. You feel like you are done?" Hector took some more toilet paper to mop Arnie's sweaty back.

Arnie burped, then scrambled back against the toilet as another gush flew out of his mouth. It was chunkier this time, like he finally reached the food part of his digestive system.

Hector grimaced, gripping one of Arnie's shoulders so he wouldn't smash his head against the toilet with the force of the heaves, while he went to rubbing his back with the other. "Okay, okay. Just get it up. You are okay."

The next round was more like projectile shooting, involuntary and powerful. Arnie just heaved and heaved, vomit more brown than before, tears streaming down his cheeks again, which Hector found the most excruciating part, beside the smell.

It was almost 4 am till Arnie's vomiting tempered off a bit and he leaned against the wall from the side, dozing off from exhaustion when he wasn't gulping down emptily. Hector decided that looked safe enough to change positions.

"Okay, champ. Come on, get up." Hector grabbed him under the armpits to lift him up. Arnie swayed in his hold, leaning against his chest but followed obediently.

Hector manoeuvred his arm around his neck and dragged him out, getting him into the guest bedroom, the closest one to the bathroom.

Arnie curled up on the bed, nuzzling his face and signing his relief at the touch of the mattress.

"Strip out of those clothes. Come on, pipsqueak, help me here."

Arnie just groaned, hands wrapping tightly around his middle, face against he matrass to block out the light.

Hector sighed, grabbing his sweaty shirt and pulling it off, continuing with the pants. He got Arnie's pyjamas from his room and helped him get in before throwing the covers over him, getting the trashcan to the side of his head. Last touch was getting the windows wide open to get some clean fresh air.

Hector settled next to Arnie on his back over the covers in exhaustion, not feeling like changing himself. What a way to spend the New Years.

"The trashcan is right next to you on the nightstand. Don't miss it," he told him.

Arnie squirmed, tugging the covers closer against the cold night air. He squinted his eyes at Hector in the dark, the green shining like a cat's.

"You still angry?" he asked in a small voice.

"Yeah. No. I don't know. Just get some sleep. You will feel better soon."

Arnie said nothing watching him further, a soft airy burp escaping him. He put a hand over his mouth, as if to muffle it.

Hector sighed, lifting himself up on his arms in anticipation to get the trashcan. "If you need to throw up-"

The next sound Arnie made sounded more like a sob though. That made him freeze.

Arnie's shoulders were shaking and he curled on on his side into a ball, tears streaming down his face.

"Hey, hey, hey. None of that. Hey. What's wrong?" Hector felt his voice lowering and softening immediately at the sight, reaching out his hand to plant it on the side of Arnie's face, combing his fingers through the greasy blond hair.

"Pipsqueak, come on. Talk to me. Everything is alright. You are fine, everything's fine. I'm not angry," he said quickly, feeling helpless.

Arnie just shook his head, crying harder, chest shaking with sobs and hiccups.

"Hey. I think you might be a whiny drunk, you know? It's okay. Not your fault. It will go away."

"Why....why can't I-" Arnie hiccuped, face glistening with tears as they run down his chin and dripped down his neck. "Why can't I have you both?"

Hector winced, reminded of the ball of gnarled hurt and anger and confusion he felt whenever Isaiah was mentioned.

It wasn't fair Arnie could forgive so easily. It wasn't fair Isaiah didn't care about him the same way as he did for Arnie. It wasn't fair Hector made it harder for both of them with how he felt.

"You are not losing me, pipsqueak. I'm not going anywhere," he promised in a rough voice, cupping Arnie's nape and tugging him forward against his chest.

Arnie cried and cried, snuggling deep into into his shirt as Hector wrapped his arms around his shaky frame.

They stayed like that until Arnie ran out of tears - most of them covering the front of Hector's shirt - and dozed off, breathing softly, the smell of cheap beer and puke breath still radiating off him like bad perfume.

@bellysoupset

[gladdygirl18]

This is super late but this is an incredible tickle story that happened between me and my boyfriend

Blue me, orange BF

So about a few days ago I was over at my boyfriend's place just to hang out (his mother gave me a standing invitation to visit whenever I please 🫶🏾💖🥰 God bless that woman I love her so fucking much ahh 😆💖) and so while I was over there, my boyfriend would constantly poke me and tickle me a little and ofc yours truly is the instigator of such (whatever I do to him he does to me 😋💖)

While my boyfriend and I were laying on the couch, I got hit with a MASSIVE Lee mood omggg 😳😳😳 and my boyfriend and I were just cuddling and even still I have a really hard time asking for stuff, and while yeah, I had a special word for when I was with my girlfriend, this is new, so asking for tickles is like all of a sudden new for me

"Please, dear. Tell me what you want. Do you want cuddles, kisses, tickles, (rated R stuff)? I don't care if it's weird, silly, sexy. I just wanna make you happy. Because when my baby's happy, I'm happy. So what is it you want me to do for you?"

I legit almost started crying when he said that. Hearing that meant so much to me (even tho he has said this to me multiple times on occasion it still means so fucking much 😭🥰😭💖🫶🏾) I love him so fucking much, your honor, I don't deserve him

I cuddled up close to him and just hugged him cuz I was nervous of asking him

"Use your words, my love, come on"

"C-can you.... tickle me please?"

The minute I asked, he was already squeezing my sides with vigor, wiggling his fingers all over my body. Omggg I've never been happier 🥰😭😆 he eventually had me on my back, STRADDLED ME, and continued tickling me

I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR 😭🥰🫶🏾💖😆

As i am squirming around, he leans in and asks "is this waht you wanted? Having my hands all over your tickle spots?" Oh my GOD the tickling got WOOOOORSE 😳😭💖 BUT IT WAS SO MUCH FUUUUN

After what felt like a few minutes, he stopped and asked, "How was that?" (If you're an EPIC fan @giggly-squiggily, you will get this reference)

"What did Hera day? Try harder. You can do better than that~"

Oh yeah, my bratty Lee mood was in full swing! He flipped me over on my stomach and started pinching my sides and clawing at my armpits and belly and I kid you not I was laughing so hard but it felt amazing 🥰😆💖

After some time after the tickling my boyfriend was speculating that I had a fetish/kink for tickling. I explicitly told him that while yes I love tickling and being tickled that doesn't make it a fetish/kink. My love language is physical touch, and obvi tickling falls under that category, so with that, feeling my boyfriend's hands all over me like that is very comforting and loving to me. I told him to not think of my tickling as a kink/fetish again, cuz the thought of such makes me a bit uncomfortable, and he said he understood, and gave me a fee tummy tickles as reassurance

(I will say tho, while i dont like, and practically despise, the idea of bondage [ropes, cuffs, etc], I don't mind him pinning my arms above my head to tickle me. Idk y but it's kinda fun. I made that abundantly clear with him too)

"You are adorable when you laugh and smile. All I see is love in your eyes when you look at me with your laughing giggly face, and I can tell when you're having fun"

He had just as much fun tickling me as I enjoy being tickled. Unfortunately he's not that ticklish and any time I try to tickle him he quickly turns the tables, but it's fun 🥰💖

I think it was yesterday or the day before yesterday that he was over at my dorm and we kinda went thru the same song and dance again. Me having trouble asking for tickles, him reassuring me it was okay, me getting my tickles, being a brat to get more tickles, and cuddly aftercare

Ik I'm probably missing some events that had happened but these are some of the ones that I remember perfectly

Sorry this was so drastically late; more to come!

Tagging: @giggly-squiggily @sunstone-smiles @burningablaze @cutesmokes @otomiyaa

[skayafair]

Episode 43

Well.

"Hilarious" was the least expected definition to come to mind in the end of 43, and yet. It's the music I'm telling y'all

I keep thinking it's going to get as dark and painful as 3s hence delaying listening (plus dying is going to become a habitual walk in the park for Arthur if he keeps it at the same rate, which is getting annoying), but time after time it turns out ok. I wonder if it can go back to being my comfort podcast like in s1-2 🤔

Glad John got some clarity ☀ also I really liked when all he could answer to "who are you" was "John" (I'm not counting the failed intimidation attempt, although the "Who?" in response was very funny). To me it's the equivalent of "I'm me, just myself, whatever this may mean at any given moment". That's the only answer there is, really. It's nice John can describe it all with just a name. Wish I could but alas And Jorick finally stopped deadnaming him, yay! Guess he did so in the first place because John was confused himself? Still shitty tho, even Kayne doesn't do this, glad he dropped it.

All in all, well done, John! Standing his ground alone against 1,5 opponents (because Yorick wasn't too supportive identity-wise).

So uh. Is Arthur a zombie now? The witch didn't exactly bring corpses back to life. They kept rotting, if the Prince is anything to go by. The next episode is gonna be fuuuun........ 🫠

And who's Yorick/the Vanguard after all??? It feels like all the clues are on the table AND YET I have no idea. "I know many things" reminded me of Cana, buuut. Cana is a mystery, too, and the speech cadence and manner is different. And "known the King for much longer than he realizes"... I feel like crawling out of my skin because that's the most telling clue so far and IT DOESN'T HELP 🤦‍♀️ (or I'm just dumb)

Plus I believe both John and Arthur have spent some time in the Dark World now. Until proven otherwise, I'll choose to believe it was actually John Arthur's heard when he was dying back on the boat, just from "the future" since time in different worlds doesn't align. How devastating should it have been for John to finally reach his friend only to realize the said friend was dying AND the timing was off?

Oh, and it was fun listening to the witch projecting onto John so transparently with her "lost child searching for a parent" speech. At first I was like "wha...? this again?" and then "ah, that's what it is about, okay then, yeah makes sense". I'm well accustomed with this kind of narrative when a person ascribes the most ridiculous and out-of-there things to another one as an attempt to force some control onto them, loop them into this narrative of theirs. The witch at least had some common grounds for hers.

[hazbinned]

@angie-long-legs !

Husk had never been the type of guy who took much of an interest in "paying for entertainment", per se. He felt like a fish out of water as he stalked through the hallways after his guide, but he hoped that his years spent as an Overlord would come in use here, maybe lend him some false bravado— and if not, that his poker face could be his failsafe.

He hated that he was lining Valentino's pockets by doing this, but was praying that some of the money he'd spent here would find its way back to Angel in the end. Worst come to worst, and at least he'd be able to sleep at night knowing he'd made his friend's day even a little bit better.

"This the one?" he asked his guide, clutching his bag a bit tighter.

"Yeah. Have fuuuun."

"You bet I will," Husk muttered.

He watched the guy stagger away down the corridor and then turned back to the door, adopting a teasing— and much more genuine— smirk about his face. Husk adjusted his tie, knocked... and peeped his head inside.

"Delivery for Angel," he purred, "Vito's Italian Beef and a large 'everything' coffee..."

Husk had been beyond embarrassed while ordering the cursed frappuchino. He could still picture the look in the barista's eye; it was one of total malice and disdain, like she was imagining hundreds of different ways to throw him across the room.

Not Husk's fault that Angel liked his drinks as loaded as Husk liked his dice.

"I dunno if I got your coffee order right, though," the cat admitted. "I just remember your receipt bein' real long last time I saw you with one, so I told 'em to put as much garbage in as possible."

He didn't know what half of it was... just that his wallet had a hole in it now.

[brightdarkness-2013]

Chapter 6: There's a Sixth Chapter?!

Summary: Blaster and Jazz take Prowl for a 'walk.'

Things were as normal as they could be when you were hiding a mer that was practically in your backyard. It was a Saturday morning and Blaster had gotten the idea to take our mer for a ‘walk.’ Maybe catch a few fish and what not. As far as we knew Prowl never strayed far from the shallows. Always preferring to stay close to us by the shore. Either watching us and hearing us talk despite not understanding or chasing the small fish around the cape. Within the cove all he did was watch us as he lounged on his rock perch. Occasionally making little sounds in response to us talking to him. A field trip around the coast wasn’t such a bad idea. Not only that, but it would give us a chance to sneak a peek at what was being built on the coast. Rumor was it was some sort of bridge to connect to the other side so that people could just cut across instead of taking the long route finally. That had been a pending request for a long time and I knew my father had been sick of it. He made sure everyone knew when he was unhappy. Thus we borrowed the boat saying we wanted to check out the construction and just sit in the water and what not. Gaven had been in a rather giving mood ever since Prowl began helping him and Blaster fish thankfully. Just so long as we didn’t get into any trouble or somehow get pulled over for something stupid we could borrow it.

“Come on, Prowl!” I called in the direction of the cove. “The coast is clear, pal, lets go explore a little, huh?!”

Blaster leaned back in his seat as we watched for our mer friend. A little more encouragement and the brief appearance above the water gave us our answer and we were off. It was a casual pace. Prowl popping up every once in awhile in the form of a black and white blur or flicking tail just hitting the surface of the water. I laughed as he darted about the boat with swift and careful movements. We stopped it a decent distance away from the shoreline. Just enough to make it out, but much to far for anyone to see our mer friend. I leaned over the side to peer into the water.

“So whatcha think? How’s it feel to be out here?” I asked as he appeared above the water.

He was as silent as usual as he ducked back under, but I just grinned. Turning back to my friend I took a seat.

“I think he’s happy.”

Blaster however just snorted. He leaned on the side of the boat as it rocked with the waves. The sun was warm and the wind soft. A few puffy clouds floating on as our mer just swam around and below us, occasionally making little jumps in which he’d glance at us. Blaster at some point decided to jump in as well. I stayed in the warm and dry safety that the boat provided. I hated getting wet and no amount of goading could get me in that water. Once you get wet you get cold and I hated cold as much as being wet. Your clothes stick to you and it’s uncomfortable. However it was amusing enough to see Prowl playing with my friend. It had started with Blaster splashing him when he swam up and now Prowl was skulking around underwater and randomly popping up to splash water at him while Blaster fruitlessly tried to splash him back.

“You’re getting your ass handed to ya, Blaster!” I called as I leaned over the side.

“Like you could do better! I bet he’d kick your ass too!”

“There is nothing ya can say that’s going to get me in there!”

“It’s fuuuun!”

“Yeah because being wet and cold and having my clothes stick to me sounds like a blast!” Came my sarcastic reply.

“Oh quit being such a baby! Come play with us!”

“Nope! Nope nope! No!”

“Jazz!”

“No!”

“Jaaazzzzz!”

“Sorry! Just boarded the nope train to No Waysville! Nope Nope!”

“Fine! We’ll just have fun without you! Right, Prowl?!”

I laughed as my friend got splashed again. The few times he did managed to get Prowl came with yells of triumph only for him to get hit again. So far it was an afternoon well spent. So when we took off again it was with large smiles and laughter to come with it. Blaster was soaked and had flicked water at me in a teasing manner when he got back on. I had no clue how he could stand it.

“Oh there.” Blaster slowed us to a stop when the construction site came into view.

“Lets see how close we can get.” I whispered like we could possibly get overheard from this distance.

However the sound of a whimper caught our attention. We turned to our mer friend. His scales were puffing out much like a cat's fur would when threatened and his wing fins were pressed close to his body. Those bright sapphire eyes seemed to be darker as he made an attempt to hide in the water close to the boat.

“Prowl?” I approached our mer friend. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

The only response I got was another low whine.

“I think we should turn around.” Came Blaster’s suggestion and I just nodded.

With careful movements we turned around. I was making sure we didn’t hit our mer friend in the process.

44444444444444 The Fours Have Returned!44444444444444

“What has ya so scared, Prowls?”

Our mer friend was restlessly circling his perch in the cove. His scales still puffed out and wing fins pulled in close. We had been watching him go around for several minutes since we returned to the cove. I reached my hand into the water.

“Calm down, pal. You’re safe.”

My efforts had as much effect as Blasters had. The constant circling was unnerving. Our mer was usually so calm and quiet. We both lay on our stomachs with our arms pillowing our heads as we just simply watched in silence. Then I started whistling. His ear fins twitched, but that was the only reaction I got for awhile. Ever so slowly he looked at us. Then he gradually began to slow as Blaster joined in. His circles widened until he settled below us, as close to the wall of our ledge as possible. His tail curling around him like he was a snake. The tail fin falling over his face as he tucked his arms in close to his chest. I reached down to run a hand over his back. He didn’t so much as twitch as I smoothed the scales down. I sighed slowly. This mer had become another key part in my life. He, whether he knew it or not, gave me something to look forward to. He was a constant presence. Something solid in my life. He was always there. Always waiting for Blaster and I to return. And he was happy to see us and he showed it in his own way with perking wing fins and soft sounds. He was happy to see me unlike my parents who were always working to much to glance at their kids. Unlike my sister who didn't care much what I did so long as it didn't inconvenience her. Unlike all the fake love that roamed the school like a plague. And oh did it hurt to see him like this.

“Geez, Prowl. What happened to ya?”

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