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pastery1 · 2 years

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Enstars Tickle Hcs (Part 14):

A/n: YAY!! I'M FINNALLY DONE W/ THIS!!! If I missed anyone pls tell me, I sorta went out of order for a few.

Other Characters (dk what pic I can use).

Jin Sagami:

Being the nurse of the school can hv their pros and cons. Cons being whatever the hell u don't like abt being a doctor, and pros is when u "accidentally" tickle ur patients and blame it on the treatment saying "Ik it tickles, but bare w/ it for a little longer" while ur patient is losing their mind squirming around laughing their ass off. Jin's really ticklish on top of being a massive ler, and he rlly hates being tickled. He got tickled by his older brother when he was alive. Jin broke his foot while he was running and tripped on a rock. He went to his older brother for help, but didn't get much help besides a bad visit from the tickle monster. His brother said, "Pain, pain, go aWAY!" And he ruthlessly tickled his bare soles while his little brother started screaming and crying laughing, "NOHOHO!!! NOHOHOHO TICKLES!! JUST HEHEHEHHEELP ME!" And his older brother could only respond w/ "I am helping u, I'm making the pain go away." And he hated going to the doctor/hospital when he broke his foot bc it would madly tickle him everytime someone happens to knead his top and bottom foot, embarrassing him bc he would be in his seat squirming and begging them to stop. And the doctors would js laugh and say, "Hohold on, we're almost done." Even if he was an teen or adult it would still tickle him sm. He likes to tickle ppl while nursing them too. He tickled Rei's shoulder blades bc he dislocated it. So in order to "check to see if it's back in place", he would draw a teasy line all over his shoulders and shoulder blades making the latter squirm and squeal, jumping out of bed yelling "STAHAHAHP!!! It's done, ok?! I'm better now, thx!" He tickled Souma's neck while "massaging it" bc apparently the purple haired tarzan looking man had a sharp pain there. Jin would massage his shoulders which is fine, but then he started to get closer to the youngest's sensitive neck while still massaging it making him scrunch up and squeal, "Hehehehy," and yes, Jin secretely knows he's enjoying himself. Then he tickled Koga during his check up when he was examining inside of his ear to see if his hearing was decent. Koga protested, "HEY! Watch the hands bub, Idl that shit." And Jin acted clueless, "Whatever do u mean?" Koga replied w/, "Ur tickling me!" And that's where it started, the torment. Anyways, his laugh is v bubbly and cute for a grown man I could say, and his death spot is his feet.

Akiomi Kunugi:

Akiomi doesn't like slovenly ppl, so he steers clear of tickling. If he ever seen a tickle fight break lose, he'll stare at them in disgust and walk off. He's rlly ticklish, and hates being tickled bc he doesn't wanna be messy and sweating since he's that ticklish. His parents would tickle him when he was younger, but since he grew up, he didn't like being dirty and didn't like messy and scruffy ppl so he told his parents abt it and they never tickled him again. He saw Jin getting tickled by "the gatekeep(?)" Ig that's what u call him, and he js told them not to do it in the teacher lounge since ppl was eating and chillaxing in that area. He once was a patient for Jin, and before he even stepped foot in the nurses office he knew it was a bad idea, but he needed to get his swollen calf looked at. He sat on the table and put his leg up so Jin can examine it. "Yh, I can see the swollen piece," Jin looked down studying the broken calf, squeezing to check the bones, didn't realizing that Akiomi was ticklish. "Jus-Just, Hurry up." "Akiomi? R u ticklish?" Jin smirked still squeezing the latter's calf. "N-NO! It-Ihihihiht, just hurts." "If it just hurts maybe I need to examine it sm. Akimoi? U'll be laughing for quite some while. But in order to not break lose from my hold, I'll hv to strap u down myself." Jin brought hadcuffs out of his drawer (don't ask y) and hancuffed the latter to the chair he put Akiomi in. Jin knew he was extremely ticklish so it'll be fun for Jin, not sm Akiomi. He hates tickling ppl bc everybody he tickled would hv this tired, exhausted, scruffy face to them, and he hated seeing that. His death spot is weirdly his calfs for some reason, and his laugh is v loud.

Gatekeeper:

This is gonna be rlly short bc Idk anything abt him. He's not ticklish never was, but he rlly loves tickling ppl bc he has a laughing kink. He likes tickling Jin more bc his laugh is so chaotic and fun to tease. He will tease and torment u while being tickled, and he will pin u down and tickle ur least ticklish spot that'll make u giggle, to ur most ticklish spot that'll make u combust.

Seiya Hidaka:

He's not a lee, but a ler. He'll tickle his wife if she's sad and tickle his son, Hokuto, anytime of the day. He hates seeing both of them sad, so cheer up tickles works for the wife not sm the son. And to make matters worse his son doesn't wanna be around him. He's not even ticklish at that, as well, and Idrk him at all so not much abt him.

A/n: Sry this was so short, idk two of the characters so it's hard to write ant them, but I am gonna make a twst wonderland one pretty sure as requested. Js give me a bit of time left.

#lee #ticklish #anime tickle #anime #ler #tickle #tickle headcanons #ensemble stars #ensemble stars tickle #ensemble stars hcs #Jin Sagami #Ticklish Jin #Akiomi Kunugi #Ticklish Akiomi #Gatekeeper #Ler! Gatekeeper #Seiya Hidaka #Ler! Seiya

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gwens-fiction · 2 years

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So this is a snippet from chapter 16 of my fanfic, A Scientific Match. I really enjoyed writing this romance scene as I think it also really highlights some of how this is an enemies to lovers couple. @tearsnyearning

For context: this is at a Halloween party. Kowalski is dressed as a cat, Blowhole/Francis as a vampire.

However, instead of answering her, Blowhole grabbed Kowalski by the flipper and rolled away with him. He looked down into two very thankful bright blue eyes. "So who was that?" he asked as he pressed a button on his Segway console. A small stage attachment assembled itself at the front of the Segway.

"Blue. An evil genius chicken that I had hoped was over me. I flirted with her twice to provide a distraction… But apparently she's hung up on me." He shook his head. "She's not my type though, " he then added, looking back at Blowhole.

The dolphin put him down on the stage. "I would have been over sooner, but there was a party crasher that distracted me."

"It's fine." He smiled at him and looked at the mini dance floor. "So… Is this your way of asking me to dance, Francis?"

"Who said I was giving you an option?" He grinned at him. "You do know how to tango, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good." He pulled him closer as the song began. "So let's make our exes seethe with jealousy, Mittens."

"I'm nOt bEIng A scArEdY cAt!"

Blowhole twirled him and pulled him close once more. "Perhaps I just wanted to fluster you."

"Cod, you're evil." Kowalski attempted to push him away, but Blowhole grabbed his flipper.

"Oh don't play innocent. You walked into this with eyes wide open. You knew I was evil from the beginning, and yet here you are. Obviously it's not a turn off for you."

Kowalski's feathers rustled and he avoided eye contact as he was brought close once again. "No…It's not a turn off."

Blowhole leaned in closer. "And I know you like my smiles, " he whispered.

The peng-u-in stepped back on the mini floor with widened eyes. "How do you—"

"Well, for starters, you mumble in your sleep." He moved forward.

"Oh cod."

Blowhole chuckled, twirling him and bowing him back. "That's not the only thing you do in your sleep, Mittens, " he murmured by his ear hole.

Kowalski looked at him. "What else—"

"You purr." He flicked the bell with a smirk and looked at his beak. He could kiss him now...But he wouldn't. He could tell Kowalski was expecting a kiss, but he'd keep him waiting.

Blowhole glanced around them and noticed they were being watched. "Maybe it's time to make that exit, " he then murmured instead, leaning Kowalski back up and twirling him. He pulled him close again.

"Always keep them wanting more." Kowalski winked at him.

"Hold on to your ears." He then grinned, pressing another button on the console. The floor dropped away from below them and they landed on a slick ramp a few feet below.

Kowalski held on tightly to Blowhole and the Segway. His cat ears were knocked off kilter by the rough landing onto the ramp. He looked at him, frowning. "A little more warning would be nice!"

"I told you to hold on to your ears."

"And how am I supposed to know that means we're going to be plummeting through the floor?!"

"Chillax, Mittens." He chuckled. "I had a good grip on you."

"NO I WAS THE ONE HOLDING ON TO YOU."

"Eh, same difference."

#the penguins of madagascar #tpom #penguins of madagascar #franski #fanfic #scene snippet

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oopsiedoopsie23 · 4 years

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Not another rich girl | Ander Muñoz x reader

A/N: I’m actually motivated to write 2 imagines back to back? Who the fuck am I? Anyways, I know that this request included smut but I tried and it was just super cringe to me so I had to scratch that, but I hope that this imagine is still good! Oh and this is a long one bitches, so happy reading!

Request: hi! i love your writing! could u possibly write something smut with ander (being straight) ? like he goes out one night just to find a girl to have sex with, and the meets the reader and have sex with her and on the next day he finds out she’s the new girl frim his school. and the like fall in love and something like that

Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, swearing

Clutching both you and your friend’s drinks in both hands while also trying to keep your favourite clutch from falling onto the floor was not as easy as you thought it would be, not to mention with the crowds of people around you dancing and sucking each other’s faces off.

You gasp when someone bumps into you causing you to stumble, but before you could face plant in the middle of the dance floor, you feel a pair of hands catch you.

“Holy fuck!”

You hear a low voice chuckle, “I just saved your life.”

“Yeah thanks, I think my friend would have killed me if I showed up without their drink.”

You hear him chuckle once again and it literally sounds like music to your ears.

The two of you stand there for a moment in the middle of the dance floor, looking at one another before he awkwardly sticks his hand out for you to shake,

“Ander.”

you smile, before awkwardly motioning to the drinks still in your hands, “I would shake your hand but mine seem to be a bit full.”

You giggle as his cheeks redden at the realization.

“Here,” you take one of the drinks in your hands and place it in his outstretched one, “now, I can shake your hand.”

He smirks and shakes his head, almost in disbelief, but still shakes your hand,

“Beautiful and smart, I like that.”

“Hot and cocky, not sure if I like that.” you smirk,

“Would it change if I help you carry these drinks so your friend won’t kill you?”

You pretend to seriously think about the option even though you both knew that there was no way you would turn down his offer, “I’d reconsider it.”

Ander sarcastically rolls his eyes and lets you lead him through the crowded dance floor to a small table in the corner of the room where another girl impatiently sits, with her phone in her hands.

“Y/N c’mon that took you li-” You roll your eyes knowing what’s about to happen,

“Oh sorry, I didn’t realize that Y/N would bring something else back besides our drinks.”

You scoff and give Ander an apologetic look, “Y/F/N, chillax, he saved me from falling on my ass and helped me bring the drinks back.”

You practically forced the drink into their hands to stop them from saying anything else before turning to Ander once again, “Sorry, they’re a little drunk.”

He gives a sheepish smile, “Nah, don’t worry about it, I’m sure my friends wouldn’t have been much better if I showed up with you carrying our drinks to our table, too.”

Your eyes widened at the revelation, “Holy shit you’re here with people? Sorry, they must be worried about where you are!”

Ander gives another chuckle that makes your heart flutter, “Nah don’t worry about it, we come here often enough for me to know that they’re probably sucking each other’s faces off by now.”

Your face scrunches up into a face of pure disgust making Ander chuckle once again, “Only single one in the group?”

“Is that your way of asking me if I’m single?”

“Don’t flatter yourself pretty boy.”

“So you think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re a boy.”

“Can you two find a bathroom to hook up in, already? The sexual tension between you two is killing me.”

The two of you turn to look at your friend, now with an empty glass in their hand, cheeks tinted red, drunkenly laughing at your facial expressions,

You’re about to give them another rhetorical response when they abruptly stand and walk past you, muttering about getting another drink.

“Well...they’re...”

“A bitch when drunk? Yes, yes they are.”

The two of you sit down at the now empty table, and the both of you fall into a comfortable silence as you look around the club, watching various drunk teens stumble around.

You’re entertained watching a group of teens around your age on the balcony, drunkenly laughing and grinding on one another when Ander drags you out of your thoughts,

“And that, is why I’m here with you.”

“What?”

“Those drunken bastards back there,” Ander points back to the group of friends that you were watching, “Are my friends.”

You burst out laughing much to Ander’s amusement,

“Sorry, it’s just that...they seem to be on a whole other level of drunk compared to everyone else in here.” You lift your arm, motioning to the others in the club to prove your point,

“No, I get it, like, don’t get me wrong, I’m down for getting drunk, but...”

“You don’t want to be grinding and making out with all of them.”

“That, and I’m the only single one in the group.”

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Yeah, yeah, doesn’t really help that they’re all dating each other too.”

Your faces scrunches up again, making Ander burst out laughing,

“C’mon then pretty boy, let’s go take shots to take your mind off of your horny friends.” You stand up and take his hand, dragging him out of his seat,

“You must really like my looks, don’t you?”

“Because of that, you’re paying.”

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After an hour of shots and bottles of champagne (you didn’t bother questioning Ander’s strange mix of alcohol), you and Ander were left laughing and stumbling through the streets after sending your friend home in a taxi.

Ander led you through streets and alleyways until the two of you were standing at a lookout point, at the edge of town,

The two of you stand there for a moment in silence, hand in hand, looking at the view, until you break the silence,

“If we spent this whole night flirting just for you to kill me, I’ll be super pissed.”

Ander chuckles for what feels like the hundredth time that night, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter,

“How would you even be pissed at me if you’re dead?”

“I have my ways.”

Another comfortable silence engulfed the two of you before you broke it once again,

“I wish this moment lasted forever.”

“Well it would if you could keep quiet for more than 30 seconds.”

You pout causing a wide smile to spread on Ander’s face while he pinches your cheeks.

“Anyways, tell me why you want this moment to last forever.”

You sigh, turning away from the boy to face the beautiful view,

“My dad just got a huge promotion and apparently I’m not good enough for a regular public school now, so he’s sending me to some fancy, rich kid school.”

Ander smiled, wrapping his arm around you,

“C’mon it probably won’t be that bad.”

“There’ll probably be a lot of people acting like your friends, there.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“You tell me.”

“Touché.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol still coursing throughout both of your veins, or the butterflies still fluttering in your stomach but the next thing you know, Ander’s lips are on yours, your hands are on his face, tracing his jawline and his hands are drawing circles on your hips.

The two of you move in sync, hands travelling down the others’ body, trying to get as much as you could of the other before either of you could change your minds.

Ander slowly pulls back, letting you both catch your breath before silently leading you down a set of stairs to an abandoned couch.

“This totally isn’t sketchy at all.”

Ander turns to you, eyes sparkling, “Do you trust me?”

You smile and close the gap between the two of you once again, letting your lips connect, “Of course I do.”

“Good.”

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You wake up to the sound of birds chirping and a bright light shining on your face, at first you just groaned and rolled over but when you bumped into a hard chest, your eyes widened in realization and you had to cover your mouth quickly to stop yourself from screaming.

You sit up and quickly scramble for your phone, sighing in relief when you find it on the ground with your abandoned clutch and heels. Turning it on, you gasp when you see the time, 5:00 am.

You had exactly 3 hours to find a cab, explain to your parents why you were still in your dress from the night before, sit through their boring lecture about being responsible, change into your new uniform, and run out the door.

You sigh and pick up your shoes, making sure you had all of your things before a new realization dawned on you...Ander.

Sweet, charming, Ander, who was still sleeping peacefully on the couch, oblivious to your leaving.

You walk over to him, running a hand through your hair before giving him a gentle kiss on his forehead.

May we meet again, sweet Ander.

Giving the sleeping boy one last look, you turn around, and walk away.

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Ander grumbled as he walked into the full classroom.

“Did someone not get enough sleep last night?”

Ander shot a smiling Guzmán a glare before sitting down at his usual table.

“I saw you with that hot girl last night.” Guzmán sang once again, wiggling his eyebrows.

Ander let out a groan, trying to ignore Guzmán’s childish gaze.

“I mean, where did you even go? Your mom called and I had to tell her that you were sleeping at my house.”

“Drop it Guzmán.”

Guzmán‘s smile dropped as he scooted closer towards his best friend, a concerned look adorning his face upon noticing the anger and sadness laced in Ander’s voice,

“Ander, I know you’re not okay, what the fuck happened?”

“She fucking left me, okay? She left this morning without a word.”

“Ander...”

“I’m fine Guzmán, seriously it happens, I just- I thought that she was different.”

Before the boy could respond, the two hear the voice of Ander’s mom interrupt their conversation,

“Attention all of you, we have a new student today and I hope that you all give her a warm welcome.”

Ander groans, “Jesus Christ, not another rich girl.”

But his heart stops when a familiar pair of eyes are looking back at him, from the front of the room.

“Now everyone, this is Y/N L/N, would you please have a seat next to Ander, over there?”

He watches in shock as you give a slight nod and smile to his mother and slowly make your way towards him.

“Hi...” you awkwardly mutter as you sit down in the empty chair beside him.

His jaw clenches but he doesn’t say a word, instead trying to ignore your pleading look and Guzmán’s confused one.

But after about 15 minutes of silence, he couldn’t take it anymore,

“Why did you leave without saying goodbye?” he whispers, so only you could hear,

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you gulp and hesitantly turn towards him,

“I didn’t know what to say...hey I got to go home and get ready for my first day at the best school in the fucking country that apparently you go to, too?”

Ander couldn’t hold back the chuckle that escaped him and gently nudged your shoulder with his,

“Hey, now you can go to the club with the horny bastards and I.”

He laughed as you made the scrunched up face of disgust that made his heart beat ten times faster.

“Jesus Christ, do I have to?”

#ander munoz #ander munoz imagine #ander munoz x reader #ander #ander x reader #ander imagine #elite #elite imagine #elite x reader #fanfiction #imagine #oopsiedoopsie23 #Arón Piper #Arón Piper x reader #Arón Piper imagine

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ask-the-riders · 3 years

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A Stranger In My Bed

War comes home after a long, exhausting day and flops down into her bed, ready to call it a night

But then she realizes something's off - that's not Pestilence that she just cuddled up to

War let out a deep sigh, flopping down into bed; today had been way too long, and she was sure she'd put in way too many work hours at once. She was totally drained, and at this particular moment, didn't know if she had it in her to summon her threads and make a hammock like she normally did.

Pulling the covers up over herself and closing her eyes, she cuddled up to the person beside her, the familiar warmth soothing her aching bones. An arm wrapped around her and she felt herself smile faintly, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of blue as she tipped her head up to press a soft kiss to her partner's jaw.

Or at least, who she thought was her partner.

An unexpected voice broke the silence, "Well hello ta you too, Sparky. Looks like ya missed me quite a bit."

War's sockets snapped open and she reeled back, suddenly wide awake. Sitting up and looking at the unexpected guest, she shrieked, grabbing a pillow and roughly hitting him with it on instinct, "YOU LITTLE-! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?!" He opened his mouth to respond, being cut off as the pillow smacked him square in the face.

Before she could hit him a third time, he reached out with a single gloved hand, grabbing onto the pillow and wrestling it away from the glitch, "Hey, hey, chillax, lil brotato chip, it's all good! S'jus' me, your ol' pal Fresh. I just wanted ta pop in for a surprise visit, is all. 'M not up ta no good dis time, promise."

War scowled, her figure beginning to glitch as she eyed him suspiciously, "Ok, but why are you in my BED? That's insanely weird, and frankly really creepy." Fresh shrugged his shoulders, arching one ridiculously bushy eyebrow at her, "Because it's comfy? It beats the bed I got back at my crib." The glitch huffed, "Go away, come back tomorrow. It's late, and I'm not about to share a bed with you."

Fresh tilted his head, entirely too casual, "Awe c'mon, it'll be fine! Just think of it like dis - a sleepover. And who loves sleepovers? Girls. And you're a girl, buddy." The female rider pinched the bridge of her nose, "Fresh, no. This isn't a sleepover. This is you breaking into my room. Now get out, I'm not sharing my bed." The taller of the two made a face, "Don't be like dat, Sparky. It'll be like way back when. Ya know, when ya were a lil bit smaller and used ta hang out with me more. We crashed on the couch together so many times, remember?"

The glitch stared at him, her brow bones knit in irritation, "Yeah, of course I remember. I'm not a kid anymore though, you can't be in bed with me. The longer you stay here, the creepier it gets." Fresh let out a deep sigh, sitting up and opening his arms, "Fine, fine. I'll go, but only after ya give me one radical hug, ya hear? I ain't leavin' without a hug, glitchy." As he began to move closer for a hug, War began to scoot back away from him, "No way in heck, Fresh. Just go already!"

He clearly wasn't listening, and catching War completely by surprise, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her and crushing her in a hug. On impulse, she tensed in his grasp and shrieked, her sockets clouding with wars. It was only a matter of seconds before the bedroom door flew open, and she immediately recognized her soulmate's voice as he called out, "War?! What's going on? Are you-"

Finally seeing the stranger who had his arms locked around his soulmate, Pestilence was quick to draw his syringe gun, his left eye flaring up with sickly green magic, "Who the fudge are you, and why are you here? You have three seconds to answer me." Fresh seemed unphased upon having a gun pointed at him, "Yo, calm down, broseph. Dere's no need ta use dat unrad lingo a' yours. Your girl's fine, she just likes ta overreact sometimes."

Pestilence pulled back the hammer on his weapon, and hearing the click, War squirmed, willing her vision to return, "Pest, hang on a minute! Don't shoot him!" Pest shot a confused glance at his soulmate and she explained, "He's just my idiot uncle. I guess he wanted to drop in for a surprise visit or something." The taller of the two riders arched a brow bone, "If he's your uncle, why's he in bed with you?" War deadpanned, scoffing at whatever the implications of his question might've been, "Because he's a fudging weirdo? I dunno, Pest! I already told you he's an idiot!"

Fresh, finally releasing War, gestured to himself, "Can confirm dat, broseph. I really am her totes radical uncle. I even got da pics ta prove it, if ya wanna see." Pestilence slowly lowered his gun, speaking slowly, "....Fine. I'll look at one picture, but if it's not convincing enough, I'm gonna make sure you die in as much agony as physically possible." At the threat, Fresh made eye contact with War and snorted in amusement, taking his phone out and beginning to go through his pictures, "Good luck with dat, bro. Dis ain't my body, so I won't feel anything."

Practically radiating confusion now, Pestilence made a face, "What do you mean, that's not your body?" The glitch sighed deeply, holding out a hand to Fresh, "You're gonna have to do the thing, Fresh." The taller skeleton raised an eyebrow, "Why can't I just tell 'em?" War lightly nudged him, "Because it's hard to believe. Just do it already. Please."

Fresh watched her for a moment in uncertainty before he slowly nodded. As he opened his mouth, a creature similar to a starfish appeared, making its way toward its host body's bottom jaw. Pestilence blinked, staring in a mix of confusion, awe, and disgust as it hopped out of its host's mouth and onto the palm of his soulmate's hand. As it gripped onto her thumb with two small, violet tendrils, she turned to face Pest, raising her hand. With her entire body rigid and visible embarrassment on her face, she sighed, "...This is my uncle Fresh. His true self, at least. That other one is his host."

Pest very cautiously stepped closer and paused as the creature waved an individual tendril at him, suddenly speaking up, "Whaddup, broski? I fight and eat souls for a living. Ha, totes rad, yeah?" Very clearly at a loss, Pestilence glanced at War, gesturing to himself, "If your uncle is a... uhh... does that mean you're...?" War immediately answered, frowning, "No! God, no. I am NOT a parasite like him. I'm just me, as you see me now. Promise." Her soulmate nodded, trying to resist the urge to reach out and touch the parasite. A thought suddenly occurred to War and her frown deepened, "Wait a minute, Fresh, my aura. My aura isn't effecting you? How? It effects everyone!"

The parasite looked up at her with his single multicolored eye, "I don't have emotions, buddy. Not like you do, at least. Dat's probably why." War hummed, carefully moving him back over to the still open mouth of his host body, "I mean... maybe, yeah. Geez, even after knowing you so long, there's still so much that I don't understand." The parasite slipped back into its host's mouth, and a few seconds passed before its mouth closed.

Now back in control, just as he was before, the host body slipped his sunglasses down his face just enough to show his sockets as he playfully winked, "Ahh, no worries, Sparky. You're not da only one, trust me."

#writing #four horsemen of the apocalypse #riders of the apocalypse #undertale #undertale au #pestilence.exe #war.exe #fresh sans #true!fresh

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halo-jpeg · 3 years

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Bearable | A Reddie Fanfiction

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Chapter 3

Eddie stood looking at himself in the mirror. The sky outside of his window was darkening, on the brink of sunset right near 6:30 pm. He was dressed in what he considered his 'party clothes', or at least the closest thing he could find- he wore a brown plaid button-up tee with a darker brown v-neck sweater, finally finished off with a pair of khaki pants. It was nothing special, really, but it was probably the most, as Bill had put it, 'chillax' thing he currently owned. Living with his mother, Eddie had grown used to wearing what she bought him and only what she bought him, which only consisted of simple tees, polo shirts and, of course, his occasional button-up. The sweater he currently wore had been a gift from Stan for his 18th birthday- he has gotten a similar one for his 19th as wel.

"St-Stan? Eddie? Ruh-ready to go?" Bill's voice echoed through the house, snapping Eddie from the odd trance he'd fallen into, staring right into his own reflection. Right, of course- he had a party to go to.

"Coming!" He called, and was just about to turn and leave the room when his eye was caught by an object on the surface of his dresser- It was his inhaler. For a moment, Eddie stared, and felt as if it were calling to him. He hadn't used it for months until the fight with his mother, and already he had vowed not to use it again. He'd been trying to shake the habit of using it just as he had started faking swallowing his old placebos; sadly, however, the effects of his false-asthma still kicked in so hard he had to take a puff or two. Eddie's lungs felt tight with anxiety at the idea of this stupid party, and he only debated for one more moment before grabbing the inhaler and jamming it into his pocket, just in case. He was quick to join his two friends, and they both set off- umbrellas in tow- into the now-starting rain.

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It had been approximately 10 seconds and Eddie was fighting back over stimulation. Shit, he hasn't even knocked on the apartment door yet, and the booming, thumping music with it's impossibly heavy base was already putting him on edge. Stan was close to his side, Bill just a few paces ahead, and though he was more than grateful for their comforting, familiar presence he was terrified. Eddie didn't know these people. He was walking into a strangers home. He'd seen horror movies, he knows what happens in big, crowded parties with alcohol and hormonal teens and what happens is they get slashed by a serial killer. Maybe it was just paranoia, but Eddie was already wishing he could turn tail and flee. Bill, Stan and he stopped in front of the door belonging to the source of the noise, and that anxiety in the pit of his stomach tripled, if that was even something that could happen at this point. Eddie tried his very best to suck in deep breaths, but they came in with a slight whistle and made his chest ache.

"Ready?" Stan said, quickly straightening out the collar of his navy dress shirt, passing a quick glance and a warm smile in Eddie's direction, "It'll be okay, Eddie, you can stick by our side the whole time." Eddie nodded his head, clasping his hands nervously together in front of him. Bill gripped the door handle, giving it a twist and pushing it wide open. Ah, yes- Eddie hates this, indeed.

"Oh, no..." The words were spoken mostly to himself, drowned out almost entirely by the speakers throbbing throughout the house. It was dark, the only illumination coming from colorful fairy lights strung high above everyone's heads. The place was packed with moving, dancing bodies, red solo cups held in the hands of nearly everyone. Eddie could see glow sticks wrapped around wrists and hanging from necks, and even spotted a woman in a too-short dress clashing lips with a man in a Letterman jacket. Before he really could give in a flee, a hand was set gently on his shoulder, and he turned his head to see Bill grinning down at him, his eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and concern. The question didn't need to be spoken for Eddie to know that Bill was nervous for him. With a simple shake of his head, Eddie dismissed his worries and motioned with one hand for the redhead to lead the way.

"Hey!" Before any of the three could move an all-too familiar voice rang through, slicing through the sounds of the party and calling all attention in that direction, "My dear friends, you made it!" Richie pushed past a few people on his route to the trio, his cheek-splitting grin even wider than usual and clearly under the slight influence of alcohol.

"Hey, Ruh-Richie! Thanks for inviting u-us, this is... a bigger puh-party then I've ever been to in my li-life!" Bill extended a hand for Richie to shake, and the host was quick to accept it with the one hand that wasn't harboring another one of those red cups. Eddie caught a glimpse of a dark liquid, along with the smell of booze and citrus.

"It sure is something," Stan agreed with a nod, and Richie gleamed with pride.

"Can I get you three some drinks? They may or may not be spiked. We also have, uh... grass, if that's any of your styles." Before Richie could be judged (Eddie was just about to scold him for drug use) he tacked on, "It's not my type of thing but I wouldn't mind if it was yours!" He started to laugh along with Bill, even Stan letting out a small chuckle, but Eddie was still hugely unimpressed with this all. Much to his demise, Stan the Polite had to go and agree to the drinks. Before he could protest, Richie was leading the way directly into the throng of people towards a kitchen. It was miserable. Dancers blocked the way to their desired destination, meaning the group had to push right through them. Not only was it impolite, but these teenagers were also drunk and disgusting. Eddie was trying so hard not to be so uptight, at least for one night, but he just couldn't do it. He pulled his arms into himself and braved the traverse, wincing as he began to attempt to weave through. He was pushed from all sides, sworn at by one rowdy man who he had accidentally bumped into and winked at by a drunken girl dancing with her friends. Though it was only momentary, it felt like centuries past where he was drowning among these bodies, afraid and struggling to breathe. Then, just like that, he was free on the other side, still right beside his two friends and the host who was bringing this treachery into his life.

"Quite the crowd," Eddie grumbled to Stan, both Richie and Bill failing to overhear. Stanley smiled and bumped Eddie gently with his elbow, yet again delivering a small form of reassurance. The kitchen was emptier than the rest of the house, but there were still a fair amount of party goers within it. Among them, Eddie recognized Mike leaned on the counter at the far end with two other kind-enough looking people- he also recognized these two from the coffee shop where they'd met Richie. A tall, sturdy man leaned against one wall, watching with obvious heart eyes as a redheaded girl seated on the counter chattered away about one thing or another. Right at their side sat a massive punch bowl, half empty but with plenty of other bottles of soda and alcohol around it to refill later if need be.

"Heya, you three," Richie greeted them with a smile and a wave, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of Stan, Bill and Eddie, "I'm sure you all remember these guys." Richie spun on his heel, leaning his back against the counter and beginning introductions, "This is Bill, Stan and Eddie; and this is Beverly, Ben a Mike. Shake hands, maybe share a kiss, and give me another damn cup of punch." Eddie did none of the above, even when Bill moved forwards to do the first option. He shook hands with each new person in turn, and said his courteous 'nice to meet you'. Even Stan spoke up with a greeting and a small wave. Sure, Eddie felt like an antisocial asshole but he was having enough trouble keeping his asthma in check without touching a bunch of strangers. Speaking of his asthma, yeah, sure, it wasn't real or whatever but right now it sure felt like it was.

"Care for a drink?" Beverly hopped down from the counter, motioning towards the stack of unused cups there for the taking.

"Y-Yeah, hell yeah," Bill responded with a smile, "What... whu-what is it?"

"It smells rank," Stan grabs a cup, leaning over and staring down into the bubbling liquid, "I'd love some."

"This, my good friends, is what I call my 'Tozier Juice'- Orange juice, ginger ale, and lots and lots of alcohol, courtesy of Haystack over here," Richie patted Ben on the shoulder, sending him a friendly grin that much resembled the ones that Eddie and his two best friends shared- it was that of a close bond built on top of years and years of memories.

"Th-that actually doesn't suh-sound too bad," Both Stan and Bill helped themselves to the drink, and then they turned to Eddie. Both seemed to know that he wouldn't be interested, but a cup was offered by Bill either way. "Sh-sure you don't want any? Not even just a glass?"

"Fuck no, I don't want to ruin my liver- or my heart, or brain or-" A sharp intake of breath, it hurts,"-pancreas, for that matter. Did you know drinking too much can increase your blood pressure? Have you ever heard of a stroke?" Eddie crossed his arms, the muscles in his shoulders tensing just at the thought of what this alcohol could do to him. He could drink too much, just a little too much, and then that would be it for him. He'd collapse to the floor and he'd die right here and now. "Plus, if my mom ever found out she would kill me, like literally-"

"Hey, calm yourself, Eduardo," Suddenly, Richie's arm is sliding over his shoulders, pulling him close, too close, to that mass of tangled dark hair that could possibly be housing every louse on the planet, "This is a party, you don't have to follow mamma's rules!" Eddie shoved himself away with a grimace, his lungs closing tighter in on themselves. The contact was too close, Richie was too strange, and now Eddie was only growing more and more frightened and uncomfortable.

"Don't touch me, Richie! Jesus, that's-" Eddie shudders, his breath catching in his throat. He can feel anxiety building in his throat, climbing upwards and begging to be let out in a scream or something of the sort. Eddie hugged himself tightly, scrambling away from Richie and closer to Stan and Bill.

"Wow, Jesus, I-" Richie laughed nervously, and Eddie watched him exchange a curious glance with Stan, who only waved a hand dismissively. "Sorry, I, uh... I guess. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything." Without returning an answer, Eddie glued his gaze to the floor, feeling heat rise up his neck and into his cheeks. Now, tension hung in the air like a shroud and it was because of him. Shit. He didn't mean to ruin everything. For a minute, and then two then three then a whole fourth, no one spoke, simply sipping at their drinks and listening to the deafening music. With each second that ticked by Eddie's throat closed tighter.

"So," Beverly broke the absence of speaking first, her voice raised to overpower that music that was still so loud, so fucking loud, throat tight, head pounding, "Tell me about yourselves. Rich tells me you're going to the same Uni as us? What classes do you have?" Bill took a sip from his 'Tozier Juice', and then responded in a voice just as loud as hers- he was too loud, now, too. His words begin to blend together into a collective hum, nothing but an indecipherable murmur as Eddie held himself tighter- he could hardly breathe, oh it hurt- The weight in his pocket was tempting, so tempting, and he wanted nothing more than to pull it out and take a puff, even if it was just sugar and water. The only thing stopping him was Stan and Bill on his either side, because they were against the placebo, they were trying to wean him off of it. Overpowering that murmur now was a sharp ringing, only pierced by the sound of collective laughter, too loud, suffocating. Eddie's face drained of it's colour, and no one seemed to notice. Can't breathe. He felt frozen, all of a sudden, rooted in place as if left in the cold for too long. He couldn't move his arms, his legs, and now his throat was growing tighter. He snapped his mouth open, fighting to suck in a breath- all at once, the sound came rushing back and it was all just too overwhelming. Eddie was gasping, fighting, snapping from his trance as all air fails to rush into his lungs. All eyes turn to him, Bill, Stan, Richie, Ben, Beverly, Mike- everyone is staring at him, looking at him, as he stumbles to the counter, his legs threatening to give out, Ben hurrying out of the way as Eddie almost falls right into him. The asthma attack was so sudden, so powerful- he had reached that tipping point, and gone tumbling right over the edge. Now, his throat was swollen shut, his head was pounding, that ringing was loud and the music was louder.

"Sh-shit, Eddie!" Bill was the first one to arrive at his side, and then everyone else. Every fucking person was surrounding him. He clutched onto the counter, still gasping, face paler than a sheet as he desperately fought against his reflexes. One powerful half of his mind screamed GRAB YOUR FUCKING INHALER EDDIE GRAB IT OR YOU'LL DIE YOU'LL SUFFOCATE RIGHT HERE AND- while the other half was shouting not to because then he was failing and when you fail you disappoint and he doesn't want to be any more of a disappointment than he already is. He gasps, sputters, grits his teeth and fights to reopen his throat but it won't cooperate. Strangers gazes bear into his back. He's the center of attention. His throat his shut like a vice.

"Eddie, hey, you okay?" Stan was there, a hand on his shoulder but that was too much, this was all too much and he didn't know what to do to stop it to stop the pain and the fear and the suffocation and he can't breathe.

"Hey hey hey hey, what's happening Eds? What's wrong, what can I do?" Richie was here now too, stupid annoying Richie with his caring tone and the hand he sets on Eddie's. Just like the too-loud laughter had been what sent him over the metaphorical cliff edge towards an asthma attack, this overload of contact had been him hitting the icy waters below. Without a second thought he burst upright, both Stan and Richie falling away, and ripped his inhaler from his pocket. He pulled off the cap and stuck it between his lips, pressing the button on the top and sucking in the breath with a sudden jolt. Air passed, a minute amount, and he needed another puff, and then, finally, a third. Each one rocked through his body, trailing with it relief, euphoria, burning through his veins, his throat, down into his lungs until- he let out a gasp as the inhaler left his mouth and felt the guilt rapidly push the good feelings away. The entire group had gone silent again, until Bill stepped forwards to place a hand on Eddie's arm.

"A-Are you okay now, Eddie? Did it help?" His tone probably wasn't meant to be condescending, but that was the only emotion Eddie could get from it. No, Bill, I'm not okay and I'll never be okay because my mom fucked me up big time, Bill, is what he wanted to say but he didn't get the chance because now Stan was on his other side with that sickly sweet concern that Eddie doesn't really deserve and they probably don't really mean.

"Can I get you water? Anything?" Eddie was quick to shake his head. Stan sucked in a slow breath, and let it out in a shudder. From his peripherals, Eddie caught the sight of him and Bill sharing a glance. He didn't miss the way Stan's lips quirked down into a frown, or the feeling of Bill just slightly shrugging one shoulder. He hadn't even been here for twenty minutes and Eddie was done. They were disappointed in him. He could sense it. Jamming his inhaler back into his pocket, he shook off both hands and set off to who knows where. He didn't know this apartment and he didn't give a shit. He needed to find a bathroom, a bedroom, a balcony, a something to get him as far away from the noise as possible. He hears them calling after him, Bill and Stan and maybe Richie too but the music swallows him whole as he pushes into the crowd towards what he thinks is a door to outside. He pushes, uncaring in it's entirety, needing to get out, away, to suck in the fresh air. His lungs feel tight again, but not as tight as before and he refuses to use his inhaler. He breaks free from the crowd and lets out a wheeze of a huff, falling into the door and shoving it open and closed as quick as possible.

Just like that, it is calm. With one shoulder against the glass he can feel the reverberation, the bass shaking the building in it's place. It's quieter now, faint enough that he can feel thoughts swimming around like panicked fish. Eddie pushes off of the door and staggers towards the railing, letting himself lean on it despite what his mother would say. You're so high up, Eddie-bear, don't lean like that or you'll fall! You'll tumble right down all six floors and then you'll be done for! The mother in his mind continued on about something else, about him not loving her enough to take care of himself, about why does he hate her? What did she do for him to treat her like this? But he pushes those thoughts away and locks them in a tight little box so he doesn't burst into tears. For the first time he realizes that the rain is heavier now, pouring down in steady, thrumming sheets, blotting out the streetlights below and further muffling that music. The smell of petrichor and lightning fell around him, probing in through his open mouth and cleansing his lungs of the placebo. It was soothing, so much so that his eyes fell shut and his head tipped back. He let the utter pleasure of the weather soak into his skin, the chill biting at the tips of his nose and ears. He could catch a cold, his mother warns from inside his head, but he locks those thoughts up even tighter and tells himself he doesn't give a shit. With each deep, rain-tasting breath his lungs give way a little more until it's clear again. A few minutes pass of deep breathing, exercises he's learned through the years. Calm washes over him and now he doesn't mind the distant heartbeat of the bass. Time seeps by slowly and he doesn't mind it.

Behind him, the door opens, and the tension sets in again.

"What do you want?" Eddie's voice is cold. He doesn't know who it is, assuming it's Bill or Stan and hating that he's not right. The music grows louder and then fades again as the door opens and shuts.

"Hey, Eds," Richie shatters his peace with a tentative tone, and then he's there at his side leaning against the railing.

"Don't call me that."

"I, uh... I wanted to say sorry." The rain thrums on. Richie stands at his side. Eddie hates this party. "I... I didn't know..." Richie struggles to find the right words. The rain sounds like static, buzzing, hissing, calming. Richie should leave Eddie to enjoy this peace but he doesn't. "I didn't mean for this to happen." A heartbeat passes in time with the bass. Eddie finally answers, his words quiet, clipped, cold.

"Get lost, Richie." Richie doesn't. Instead, his movements slow, careful, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out two things- a packet of cigarettes, and a lighter. He doesn't waste his time offering one to Eddie, simply lights one for himself and takes a deep, sluggish inhale. All is quiet except for the static and the heartbeat of the bass. With an unwanted wave of vulnerability, Eddie feels his eyes begin to sting. The ocean inside of his stomach, tossing and turning and churning is made of liquid guilt. He feels horrible for failing Stan, for failing Bill, for ruining the party they'd both been so excited for. Richie takes another drag, letting out a cloud of smoke that's ripped away, sent spiraling, by the beating rain. As the party rages on just feet away, Richie stays with Eddie instead of leaving him to join back in on the fun. Eddie hates that he feels gratitude. Minutes pass, and the rain washes away the last traces of warmth. Before he knows it, Eddie is shivering, a gentle tremble that might have less to do with the cold and more to do with how exhausting it is to withhold his stinging tears.

"Here," Richie slides one arm out of his black button-up, passes his cigarette to his now free hand, and then liberates the other. Without asking, he moves towards Eddie, placing the thin fabric around his shoulders to provide as much warmth as possible. Richie returns to his place from before. A few more moments pass when Eddie finally finds the stability to answer.

"Thank you." His cheeks glow pink in the pale, black light, but Richie smiles anyways and simply nods his head. With his lungs clear and that warm gratitude calming the tidal waves of regret, he speaks in a low, quiet, shaking tone. "It seems you can keep your mouth shut, hmm?" This time, Richie laughs, a light chuckle that blends with the bass and the static in a perfect way.

"I'm making a special exception, Eddie. Don't take it for granted." Richie bites on his cigarette. He lets out another cloud of smoke. The rain slices it apart. "But, hey," Leaning on one elbow and glancing Eddie's way through his thick-framed glasses, Richie looks almost nice, "I really am sorry. If I'd known you would been stressed or over stimulated or whatever, I would have warned you." Sucking in a slow breath and letting it out in a sigh, Eddie shrugs his shoulders, pulling the black button-down tighter around him.

"It's fine. I should have handled it better.- I'm the one who should be saying sorry" At that, Richie quirked a brow.

"It's asthma, you can't really control it- unless that's some sort of super power." As an after thought, Richie added, "Pretty lame one if you ask me." Eddie held a hand out into the rain, soaking in the biting cold of each drop. It streamed down his hands, off of his fingertips.

"No, it's... it's all bullshit. Nevermind." A heartbeat passes, "You shouldn't smoke. It risks lung cancer." Silence yet again. Richie didn't ask to leave, and didn't make any move to. Once he finished his cigarette he dropped it to the ground beside him and crushed it under his heel. The two simply stood, side by side with a few feet between, looking out into the rain and soaking in the peace. The party continued on behind him, but Eddie couldn't care less. While Stan and Bill were enjoying themselves, so was he, to a degree. Richie's normally overbearing aura had calmed, dulled, softening around the edges so now it wasn't as much a bright yellow as it was a soft red.

"Eds?" Richie asked in a questioning tone, not shattering the fragile silence but rather parting it like hanging vines, "Can I make you a deal?" Eddie nodded his head. "Come by and buy coffee every once and a while and this whole ordeal is forgotten, no hard feelings. I'll make you my signature drinks on the house to apologize to you, and you come by and chat with me every few days to apologize to me." Letting out another sigh, Eddie said,

"Yeah, fine."

"And don't call me Eds."

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futurewriter2000 · 3 years

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i need to get my life together sooo badly but i never have any motivation and it sucks. i literally cannot force myself to wake up early for the life of me it’s so sad lmao. idk i wish i could be one of those people who wakes up early and works out and finishes their hw early and actually does their hobbies!! do u have any advice? and how are u today?

Well, first of all, throw away the mentality that people, who wake up early have their life together. Just because people wake up early, does not mean they have their life together.

Example; when I was working out and eating healthy, being my best self I woke up at like 11am or noon, ate, did one of my hobbies, ate again, hobbies, workout, hobbies, family,... plan my next day and go to sleep being on my phone.

If you want to get your life together, make time to plan it out. Take a piece of paper and write down all the things you want to achieve, all the things you want (even if it’s like a nail polish or a notebook or something). Write it down and put it somewhere where you can see it and whenever you get something done, you cross the thing you did. Little achievements are great. They motivate you.

Waking up. Achievement.

Brushing your teeth, cleaning your face, moistruizing. All achievements.

Doing your hair. Achievement.

Cleaning your room. Achievement.

Going for a walk. Achievement.

Getting your life together isn’t about waking up early or starting to work out hard-core every day. No. It’s about doing the little things first, then planning the bigger picture, then with doing the little things, you do the bigger little things and then before you realise, you start doing the big things.

Start small. Write everything down. Buy yourself a planner and even if you don’t do a certain thing that day, you always have the next day to do it. Personally, I just like crossing out stuff. Lol. And I love finishing things because when I finish a thing I can cross it from the list. It’s so satisfying.

But also what helps is watching some youtube videos to get some motivation, see how some people do it and then see what way fits you best.

Don’t over-stress it. If you rush into it, you’ll only make a bigger mess. Slow down, chillax, take it day by day. You don’t have to start waking up early tomorrow but maybe try like getting 10 minutes earlier than usual and then try 20 minutes earlier or 30 minutes earlier and then an hour earlier. Plan out a morning ruitine.

Also, I’m okay. I’m feeling a bit weak because I had one of those vertigos I get and headaches. I had to go to the hospital and I’m still woozy and dizzy a bit but I’m so much better.

If you need anything, you know where to find me.

I hope this helped. <3

Also tarot videos can really enlighten you.

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theboardedbird · 4 years

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Jaipur Diaries: My solo experience in the “Pink City”

I was a bit scared, was on a long solo trip for the first time, there was a mix of excitement and helplessness. The Jaipur station was big, people were flowing like a river, some excited, some tensed, and I was just someone observing them.

Out of the station, I got a 3 wheeler in sharing to “Rawat Bhandaar”. Don’t judge me, it was 10 AM in the morning and I didn’t have breakfast! The Rajasthani dialect was already tickling in my ears- “Khamma Ghani Bhaisaa, udhar koni jaara”. Apparently the 3-wheeler drivers have more attitude than most of the girls -_-

“Ahhhh” is the next sound I remember.

The “Piyaz Kachori”, crusty from the outside and squishy at heart, topped with a characteristic and powerful taste, was much tastier than all the admiration I heard of.

Piyaz Kachori: Rawat Bhandaar

And here I was standing again on the road, stomach-full, sleepless, carrying 7 kgs of weight in an Adibas(Read again) bag that was apparently a “Rucksack” in my castle of thoughts. I started off towards Nahargarh fort, taking multiple commutes, and ultimately reaching on a foothill that was not-so-surprisingly the farthest from the peak. Only 2 wheelers were allowed further because of the steepness and narrowness of the path. The result- I was supposed to climb ~4 KMs uphill, with my lovely 7 kgs Rucksack, a laptop backpack, and a mind full of confidence from out-of-nowhere, you know the 56 inches chest.

Go Go Go!

I went uppp upp up u…… 1 km and I was exhausted -_- Damn Adibas! The locals were at par in competition with girls and 3 wheeler drivers, or maybe they considered me a statue giving them thumbs up on the way.

A few moments under the sun later…

I found a “Dev Manush”, the savior, god’s messenger, a guy with scooty who accepted my request! Surprisingly, he was an employee at Amazon, an IIM Bangalore pass out, on a trip with his colleagues. We had discussions on various topics along the way until it reached to the awkward “Umm….Yeah”s.

Inside View of Nahargarh Fort

Nahargarh fort holds a scenic view, with old-looking but managed architecture, but not managed enough to prevent potheads in the shady areas -_- One can see the bird’s view of Jaipur from the top of the fort, including the shades of pink it is famous for.

Scenic View from Nahargarh fort

But, for me it was like a gangster’s house, I didn’t know how will I manage to go back. Taking the alternate route would mean a private taxi. But the solo, independent animal inside me was still alive. I took a lift from a Gujrati family, down the hill there wasn’t even a single minute in which I didn’t speak. We didn’t talk much, but my job as a Gujrati to Hindi translator kept me engaged. They even offered me a PPO!

Bus Karo!

What does a bus-stop do? Provides a platform for buses to stop and exchange the passengers, right? In Jaipur, like many other cities, the definition is limited to exchanging the passengers only! It took me ~45 minutes to board a bus that I could have boarded within 5 minutes if I knew the Jaipuri definition.

Disclaimer: There was no wind!

Entering the Hawa Mahal was like exploring a movie set. There was nothing much behind the scenes. This view looks good-

Inside View of Hawa Mahal

But this is the only view that looks good except the CCD inside. Everything else was just like any other old house in Rajasthan. But still, the feel, with shades of trees was good enough to read a chapter or two.

The Natural Clock

After roaming in each and every corner of City Palace, I found out that I am unable to pass my time effectively. What if somehow my telecom’s time is stuck? To clarify this, I went to “Jantar Mantar”, the place where we can calculate the current time from the position of shades of some special sculptures. There were multiple yantras or sculptures, whose shadows helps up calculate other astronomical positions apart from time too. I gave it a try, after Googling the process obviously, but- ” The shadow of the triangular wall of the yantra, which is positioned in the north-south direction with an angle identical to the latitude of this location, travels equal distances in equal intervals of time, on the eastern and western quadrants. ”

And just beside the Yantra, I found a British old man, generous enough to tell me the time in his watch-_-

Chillaxing at Jantar Mantar

The place was really beautiful, I found a comfortable space under a tree, in an attempt to start reading. While buying a coffee, I came across an American guy next to me on the cafeteria’s counter, who was careless enough to not even check how much money he is giving to the greedy receptionist. I know there might be a possibility that considering my coolness, he has given me a 90% discount, but remember! These are my own experiences and not some loony toons.

Khichdi, Sabudaane ki!

Faalahar | Falaahar | Falahaar- it was either one of these I am sure.

A small chain of roadside-shop, that served hygenic traditional food. I tried this “Sabudaana Khichdi”, and no, it wasn’t at all a for-sick-people dish. Sabudaana was a common ingredient in many of their dishes, including sabudaana vada(Yumm..), etc. For the sake of sweets, I had Shrikhand, an interesting dish made up of strained curd.

Thanks to my 7 kgs Abidas rucksack, I was damn tired, but my train was a couple of hours later. I didn’t know where to go! So asked one of my oldest and most loyal friend- Google, and she/it directed me to the nearest Albert Hall Museum. Well, till the time I reached the point where the museum was “just visible”, I found out that it was closed that day due to some maintenance process.

Albert Hall Museum

The view that I witnessed on the way was nothing less than heaven for a person in that situation. I paused there for a moment, peacefully observed the flow of traffic before heading towards the railway station.

Bye Bye Jaipur!

I never thought I’d cite a Tuktuk co-passenger story. But yeah, the uncle sounded very intellectual and we had a decent talk. He was a Jaipuri, and to my surprise(actually not), his son was also preparing for JEE. Due to this fact, it boiled down to just another consulting session. But honestly saying, I love those. Ahh, the respect you get! Sometimes so much that your co-passenger end up paying your travel expense even after a lot of persuasions. I now I should have accepted it as it was out of courtesy, but at that time I felt like I am charging for the little chit-chat we had during the ride.

And finally, it was time to give a rest to my Abidas and get down into my dreams. But, remember, I was travelling in Indian Railways! And just like most of the sleeper berths, my berth’s windowpane was also broken.

It’s an experience I’ll always remember, Being one of the Indian Railway’s passenger. On cold night in the month of December, Trying to sleep with a body that’s tender.

I decided to wrap myself in a ‘Loyi’, Repelling myslef away from the cold alloy. Lying there like a compact troy, Waiting for Udaipur to meet my boi

My Udaipur Experiences

Checkout the blog post on my experiences at the next stop- Udaipur! . .

I have also written my Udaipur experiences > here < I know you also wish to someday go there Don’t worry I won’t forget to do the prayer On your part, it’d lovely if you can do a simple share. Adios! I am gonna plan again to go somewhere.

P.S.: I have also written a detailed travel guide on Jaipur. Checkout >here<

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wreckshq-blog · 5 years

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guess who’s back with a brand new rap ....it’s not me but i have my Wreckt™ boy here for y’all to love/hate !!

( dacre montgomery , 19 , cismale ) — ┊hey there, jesse wilson, i’ve had my eye on you. i see you making your way down the streets of willow creek and everyone there thinks that you’re boisterous & resourceful, but i know that you’re really truculent & sardonic. you remind me of a mud splattered truck’s engine roaring down a long stretch of dirt road, the loud crack of an aluminum bat colliding with a soaring baseball, and cold leather jacket enveloping bare torso on a summer night. and even though you’re just a high school senior & drug dealer, i know the truth about you. i know that you’re dealing drugs to your peers in order to help your mom pay rent and make ends meet. but don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret if you play by my rules.

“ you don’t know who the fuck i am ! ” so uhhh this angry bullheaded punk got held back during his freshman year ( hence his age as a hs senior sdhuifdf ) for picking too many fights and getting like super suspended for the last few months of school lmao idiot. homeboy is a native to rose hollow so u know holla at all the fellow natives who would prob be cool with him or prob know him to be a lil shit disturber.

tw: daddy issues by the nbhd plays in the bg ; yah tragic so uh, jesse’s dad was a huge dick like.... he worked a laborious job all hours of the day and then would immediately retreat to the viper bar to get fuckin lit with all his buddies so by the time he got home...... he was completely Sloshed and just bitched abt everything until passing out in his ratty lazy boy chair in front of the tv. and sometimes he would go away for weeks at a time bc of “work” but really the scum had another entire family that jesse nor his mom knew abt until papa wilson pced the fuck out when jesse was just 10 years old, and left them with basically nothing.

so he hates his dad and hopes he never sees him again bc if he does...... he wants to kill him for what Scum put him and his mom through. by default, jesse is a mama’s boy. he would do & does anything she needs of him ( + more but i’ll touch on that in a min ) bc she has done and still does so much for him. obviously when the shitty Man of the house left, she had to pick up a few jobs to support herself and jesse after just being a housewife / stay at home mom for nearly 10 years, and my boy here really thinks she’s the strongest lady he knows for real.

bc she does so much and he wants to do whatever he can to help out, jesse started getting into some major shit. he would tell his mama he was working the odd job, like mowing lawns, tossing newspapers, or just general labour work around the neighbourhood idfk whatever noble teens do to make $$$. but in reality, he was swiping bicycles off of lawns at night to sell on ebay, stealing from his friends’ parents whenever he went over to their houses, and gambling at school with his friends. now that he’s older, however, he’s moved onto bigger and better things, such as growing and selling weed to his peers. despite his mom’s impeccable efforts, she’s only one person, and he wants to look out for her just as she’s done for him his entire life. i mean yo he’s making mad money and truly believes they’d lose their house if it wasn’t for his help ?? he’s just scared deep down for his ma ok shut up.

HOMEBOY IS A TRAMP. relationships are not his forte, he would rather have a bazillion girls to flirt with / mack on, than to tie himself down to just one gal. & it’s not bc he wants to spread himself around it’s just........ he doesn’t wanna get Deep with anyone. that’s it he lit doesn’t wanna be all emotional and share his Feelings with another person so uh ladies knock him out idk. he loves the attention but at the same time, he hates it ?? like one minute he’ll wanna Tap that Ass and then the next he’ll feel sick to his stomach bc he was being affectionate sdafhuikg idK guys he’s a freak. he’s also super into baseball ? like.... he’s no sports fanatic by any means but he loves playing baseball, just taking a bat and whacking shit tbh so he’s prob on the school team or some sort of team outside of school.

a few rando wanted connections i’d love to have for him: THE POLICE YO any official members of the law that maybe hate him & wanna lock him away forever OR maybe looking out for him ?? they see potential & wanna help him better himself / get on the right track , obviously he needs his clientele so anyone who wants good ass weed that ain’t taxed by the government... hit him up , a bunch of enemies like this kid is a Punk he will straight up throat punch anyone who gets in his face abt anything & he’s just so angry so.... yeah , a couple of pals who are like indifferent ?? like whether they go to school with him or a little older they’re just ppl he can actually tolerate and they tolerate him and it’s just ... peaceful & civil wow , he needs some roWDY FRIEND to shake him of his anger & get him out partying like ‘let loose man... chillax’ - he needs that type of friend.

again super down for whatever, whether u have any wcs that jesse could fit or u just wanna brainstorm - i’m here for it hunnies !!

#this is worse than shanley's im #slashhq:intro #( 🚬 ) // : 𝙅𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙎𝙊𝙉. ▻ intro.

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hisoillu-prompts · 6 years

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Really long: Dragon AU

(sorry about paragraphs that seem rambly, this was me throwing ideas together. A fic that I was going to write but never got to it but it NEEDS to be made)

In which Hisoka is a dragon that terrorizes the kingdom of the Zoldycks, stealing livestock from farms, burning down towns, and killing all of their strongest warriors, including the ones sent to kill him. A truly fearsome beast indeed.

They try to arrange for like a meeting with him but he doesnt show up the first time. Of course, the Zoldycks get pissed and Kikyo would throw a fit because how dare that vile creature, but they would call him again and again and just out of one part boredom and one part annoyance, hisoka would show up. Of course, despite how irritated they are, the two heads(most Silva since Kikyo is still internally fuming) would try to negotiate. But although interested in the gold they offered, Hisoka declines everything(as he does what he does for entertainment).

They ask him what he wants. He seems to think for a bit before asking for the whole household to gather in front of him. After looking, he picks killuia(that white haired kid of yours) since he thought he'll be the strongest/have the most potential(so they can fight lol). He doesnt really notice Illumi because he was kinda in a corner and is basically a shadow(as always), but Kikyo offers up illumi instead(he's my oldest[son]) because of course Hisoka cant take the heir- and Hisoka is would just be like 'eh sure he should be pretty strong too' and decides to let killuia 'ripen'.

-a kinda transgression by having it sort of from the servants point of view? like 'the eldest prince, Illumi, was very...strange, even in his particularly weird family. (Mention how he was like robot, empty dark home eyes, almost no emotion, follows orders, has a terrible empty aura kinda feeling, and is creepily good at fighting and killing) i have no idea im sorry

But when he actually gets Illumi the next day or something he's kinda like 'oh u arent scared' and Illumis like 'nah. Now what do u wanna do with me like srsly'

Illumi really longs for his house at first and is sort of at a loss at what to do without any orders, so he kinda just sits around and misses his bed and waits for Hisoka to get back or something. He’s glad that he was taken in place of killuia, as long as his family(and heir) were safe.

-He eventually adjust, realizing that the silence in the cave really wasnt that new or different than in the castle

-Hisoka terrorizes a new town instead to make up his part of the bargain(although he goes back in his human form to see whats up sometimes) and its like most of the time he would just walk around in his human form as it was more convenient to fight people and yet not get him kicked out/ have to deal with the bother of people shouting at him for being a dragon and waving pitchforks and stuff, but he was kinda going for a chillaxing time when he decided to dragon form wreck Illumis kingdom. He had heard that it was a very strong kingdom of assassins, fairly famous, and he had decided to blow off some steam fighting, and he wasn't disappointed. Much.But anyway Illumi's kingdom was a little out of the way for him, he had to take longer time to reach there, the mountainous kingdom. Dragons all had one cave, unless they wanted to move their treasures to another one/ had another cave just for other treasures. His cave took almost 7/9 hours to fly to from the Zoldyck kingdom, and dragons flew pretty fast.

The Zoldyck family of assassins are basically a miniature kingdom, small with a town underneath their mountain that they protect. The town is relatively normal, with most everyone looking up to the deadly family looking after them. But there are some that try to train to become assassins with the zoldycks as inspiration(maybe they sponsor an assassin guild for the smaller kills they dont bother wasting time with).

-A random asshole villager dude saw illumi in town once with a disguise(as a female) and fell in ‘love’ and trains to be an assassin to rescue her(him) from the dragon. Inwardly he also wants to get into the zoldyck family as well, thinking he can if he impresses them with his rescue of illu and then marrying 'her'. Access to all that wealth and power made one considered untouchable. Illu is disgusted when he hears about this and claims that such a weakling wouldnt last a second in the presence of him nor his family.

-Anyway They both go to town together sometimes. In disguises of course, or if Illumi needs groceries

-eventually they just fall into an easy pattern and be friends and include a scene where Hisokas like 'alright Illu get ready another knight is here to rescue you(because they think you're a girl cough cough) and Illumis kinda just reading a book and letting out the occasional 'frightened(more like monotone) scream from his 'prison'(a giant birdcage cuz Hisoka is flashy as fuck) and the knight is kinda like 'ok that didnt sound like a very convincing scream/her voice isnt that great but i heard her beauty was astounding' -anyway so like Hisoka fuckin rekts him of course and one time a knight actually goes "RELEASE PRINCESS ILLUMI' and Hisoka smirks and Illumi twitches and after the knight is turned into crisps Hisoka turns to Illumi with a shit eating grin like "so i guess youre a princess. You never told me.."And Illumis just like fuck you

(very optional/not really fitting angst)

angst in how Kikyo gave up Illumi(the eldest. The strongest of the children. The one whos been with her the longest.) for Killuia, proving that she cared about him more. 'Or maybe it was because he was older, and this was just one of his responsibilities. But he couldn't help the foreign feeling of something shallowly sinking in his chest' Illumi still is kinda obsessed with Kil, but its more because he was suppose to be the heir and also Mil was kinda a bad child and Illumi actually was lonely so kil played with him a lot but their relationship slowly twisted into a sort of love hate for Illumi. Because even though he didnt care too much about the crown, he did care for his family. Although he wouldnt admit it; and his training refused to show a slip in his mask, Illumi did feel strangely empty when his family rained affection on Kil and only turned to him with orders on their lips. But no it couldnt be jealousy, no WAY would he be jealous of his younger bro! Hahaha! (Just keep telling yourself that, Ill)

(optional random angst end)

-Hisoka considers Illumi part of his 'treasure'/hoard and as all dragons are, he is fiercely protective of his hoard. Not that any thief could make it past Illumi, much less hurt him too much.

-when people describe illumi as 'beautiful and skilled' everyone always assumes that 1. Illu is a woman, and 2, 'skilled' meant as in embroidery or the such. Not in fighting/killing/assassinating. Not that he cant do embroidery because fuck yeah he can and frick yeah does it look good.So everyone is surprised when they see him decked out in armor with a blade pointed at their throat

-illumi like dies or almost dies and is turned into a dragon? Very rare, something about dragons being magical beings - anything can happen blah blah hisoka’s magic dragon magic infused into his body and now he’s filled with dragon magic that his strong will and body and mind turned into his own magic (i dont know where this idea came from, or really how else to explain it- just that past me had a good idea in mind that I now can’t remember)

-sleek, completely black dragon with blue gleam in scales if light hit them just right and sharp, wicked spines/spikes. All sharp angles and sharp lines, like any move can cut someone into ribbons. Deadly. He made hisoka, who was by no means a cuddly looking dragon, look almost soft-but despite misleading appearances, hisoka was definitely the more dangerous. What he lacked in looks he made up for in sheer brute strength and cunning.maybe stronger fire range too.

- illumi breathes blue flames, much much hotter. But small range. And could not stay in dragon form for long since originally human and originally not his dragon magic(it was like oxygen, reusable, but still limited). Both of them had hard scales

If you looked carefully, you could tell. Hisoka was taller, bigger, you could see muscles rippling through every limb. Illumi lurked more in the shadows, looking slightly bored. .

#hisoillu #hisoka #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoillu prompt #hisoillu prompts #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter prompts #hxh writing prompts #dragon!au #dragon!hisoka #knight!illumi #this was my fav of all of my ideas #hopefully someone makes it #one day

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years

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Here's an idea for a Boom prompt: Perci tries to help Amy out with Sonic by having it seem like she's asking him out on a date which ignites Amy's determination to confer her feelings to him?

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Prompt:

Perci kicks her feet out as she sits high up on a store’s window, smiling down at Sonic who caught her ice cream for her.

“Hey. Still quick on your toes, I see.” she happily compliments, but seems content within her voice in having her ice cream back.

He hands it up and tries to act cool for a moment, “You know it! Ah, gotta stretch these legs somehow.” he stretches in front of her, and she pretends to not notice while rolling her eyes.

Her eyes remain calm and uninterested, although giving the boy his just dues for ‘rescuing’ her ice cream cone, before seeing Amy hiding behind some plant pots.

Her finger twitch at the rims before she sees that Perci might have spotted her jealous glare, and ducks her head down.

She worriedly starts to mumble, “Oh no, oh no, oh no…!” and bites at her nails under her gloved-hands.

Perci’s eyebrows bounce as she suddenly gets an idea.

She leans some of her bodyweights down to Sonic, “Hey… wanna hang out?”

Sonic was in the middle of showing-off, doing one-handed presses off the ground before looking up at her as if surprised by the notion, “huh?”

Amy suddenly turns around with figurative fire in her eyes, growling.

“So it’s war, then!?”

Perci smiles, feeling the atmosphere shift. “Oh yeah, this… could be fun.” she continues to pretend she’s talking to Sonic… but she silently schemes a clever ploy within her pretty, brilliant mind.

Nervously, Sonic doesn’t really get a chance to respond. He at first gets up and tries to fumble his way through avoidances before Perci jumps down and slides her hand down his arm to his own, and points towards a place they can walk to and talk together at.

Shyly, Sonic continues to try and get out fo the awkward situation he wasn’t planning for. However, he ends up stumbling along with her leading the way, and Amy close behind them as she continues to dart into hiding and silently judge their interaction.

Once sitting on a bench, Perci holds herself erect and looks around to check and make sure Amy kept up with them.

Amy’s ‘ouch!’es and ‘Ah!’s reach her ears as she turns to see the bushes rattling.

Pleased, she smiles and began her act.

“So, Sonic.” she pats her lap with her hands, before scooting closer to him, and then, faking interest, she puts her hands under her chin to hold her head up, leaning towards him. “Haven’t you ever hung out with other girls before?”

“Eh-heh…heh..heh.” Sonic sweats, looking around to avoid eye-contact. “Have I been around other girls, Y-yes. In this close of a proximity, ehh… j-just one, but under entirely different circumstances.” he spoke awkwardly and she giggled, encouraging the odd behavior before turning her back to him and scotting closer, getting him to the edge of his seat and pressing her back against his side.

“Under… what circumstances? Are you saying you’ve never really been this close to a girl before?”

Sonic’s muffled whimpers showed he wasn’t expecting this AT ALL. She honestly wondered for a moment if she should lighten up on the guy for a moment, before hearing teeth grinding sharply in the bushes.

She smiled, perking up and hoping he’d say something to please Amy.

She shifted towards him, poking his chest with a playful finger, twirling it to make him completely unaware of the trap she was setting up for the two fo them.

“So.. Am I your first date, then?”

“LIKE HECK YOU ARE!”

“A-Amy!”

“Hmm?”

With a clever cock of her eyebrow, she smirked at how fast her little scheme had hooked its fish.

“Oh no. Am I interrupting something?” she played dumb, putting her hand to her mouth and acting innocently shocked at Amy’s outburst.

Amy shook a blind fist at her, “Y-yooouuu…” Sensing her act, Amy twitched with rage, before Sonic quickly shook his hands out, getting up, and shifting his eyes to Perci and then Amy.

“A-Ames! Listen! I-It’s not what it looks like!” he pleaded, and Perci only hid her chuckle at what this scene looked like.

“You… You let her drag you away! Boy, if I wasn’t here… you’d be in a world of trouble!”

“W-what is that suppose to mean!? I can handle myself!” growing defensive, Sonic put a hand on his hip and gestured the other out, challenging her.

‘Uh-oh.’ Perci was hoping he would continue to submit. ‘Things just got interesting..’ as if enjoying her little ‘show’ she pulled up her legs to bend over the bench and happily leaned on the back, watching the two squabble on.

“Yourself!? Haha! Don’t make me laugh! she had you eating out of her hand!”

“What!?”

“You heard me!”

“First of all, I don’t take free food! -U..Unless it’s yours.- AND TWO… well, I haven’t thought of two yet, but- I DON’T NEED YOU WING-GUARDING ME!” he spat out, as Perci’s eyes widened in amusement at that.

She looked at Amy’s hurt expression.

“You…” she stepped back a moment, “You.. don’t want me … to stop her…from taking advantage of you?” she dipped her head down.

“N..No, that’s not… she wasn’t… help me out here, Perci.” Sonic gestured to Amy and looked back to her, as Amy held her arms tightly around herself.

“Um, no thanks. Y-you got this.” she had randomly pulled out a drink and started lightly slurping on it. It was like her own personal liquid popcorn.

His arms flopped down, seeing her lay back and chillax, watching the two in quiet pleasure.

“You… you wanted to go on a date with her?” Amy turned her face away.

Sonic flinched back to her. “D-date!? Who said anything about a date!” he spread his arms out, clearly trying to understand. “Just cause I’m with another girl doesn’t mean-”

“EVEN WHEN YOU PROMISED I WOULD HAVE THE FIRST ONE!?” her fists came crashing down to her sides.

Perci dropped her drink, her straw still in her mouth, having it whiplash and spray some soda on her face, making her pause and blink a moment.

Sonic, embarrassed, stepped back.

He peered and searched the ground as if grasping for an answer. “I.. no… um…”

“FINE! I get it! But what does she have that I don’t!? Why does she deserve the extra attention, huh? HUH?” she was now up in his face, and he was leaning back, a wide scale of his mouth revealed his pearly white teeth and scared expression.

“Is she prettier!? Fight better? Does she make home-cooked meals, take you on picnics and listen to your epic tales of defeating the same old coot time and time again!? Even when they’re so predictable!”

“Hey!” Eggman looked like he was grocery shopping, holding a tin can in his hand and having a bag in his arms.

“No harm intended.” Amy struck a face and looked forward, before glaring back at Sonic.

“I’m only saying that out of all your female friends in your life... I SCHOOL THEM ALL!”

Sonic finally was bending so far over that he fell, but ironically, Amy was about to lose her balance and fall after him until Perci got up and pulled her back, looping an arm around her shoulders.

“In other words..” she placed a hand on her hip and leaned forward. “You two-timing cheater.”

Sonic kicked the dirt back a minute, “W-what?” he was too awestruck by Amy’s outburst to understand her clearly.

She moved over to him, threw some gum in her mouth, chewed, and then kicked him.

“You have a girl who cares about you already. And you made me believe we were something? Tsk, tsk.” she fibbed, before dramatically moving her arm over her head and the other one to her heart.

“I can never compete with such a rogue~ Besides, she’s way more loyal than I’ll be.” she popped the gum, acting completely normal again and then waved the two off. “Bye.”

Sonic zipped his head up again, watching her walk off before looking to Amy.

“Wait..” he shook his head, Did I just accidentally get two girlfriends?”

“But you’re going straight back to square one!” Amy leaned down, grabbing him by the back of his bandana and dragging him away.

He kicked and pleaded for her to understand and stop, still confused, before suddenly laughing.

“What’s so funny?!” Amy spun around, letting him drop on the ground again and folding her arms as she loomed over him.

He smiled up at her, “She was right! She could never be as loyal as you are to me, Ames.”

She blushed.

“If you were my girlfriend, I really couldn’t go anywhere!”

She twitched in rage again.

“I..” Her body quaked in sudden nerves.

“I am your girlfriend…”

“Haha! What was that?”

“….S-shut up!” she grabbed him by the bandana again, as his laughter completely subsided and returned him to a shocked state.

“You’re still in trouble, Mister!”

“Man… maybe they’re right. You do sound like a-”

He stopped when he saw her expression.

Reading into her like he never had before, his mouth suddenly dropped open.

She was acting angry.. but every time he laughed, her eyes grew glossy with sorrow and pain.

Unable to hurt her again by denying her as his girlfriend, he sighed and shrugged with a pathetic smile.

“How can I make it up to you this time… Amy?”

“You can start by saying how great I am to you.” She barely noticed how he changed his tone with the sounding of her name.

“The greatest.”

The line literally put Amy into shock, and she suddenly blinked her eyes and leaned away from him.

He smiled like a Casanova, before looking away with a sly expression.

“Perci was just a passing fling.”

Amy pouted, having hoped he meant something from that previous line…

“It’s her sister that’s got the real bod!” he kid, but it was too late for redemption now.

They say that that night, there was a shooting star that could be heard wailing out in terror across the sky as a hammer sound whacked it over the length of the island.

#sonamy #sonic boom #sonamy boom #boom!sonamy #sonic boom prompt #sonamy prompt #sonamy boom prompt #amy rose #boom!amy #boom!sonic #sonic #cutegirlmayra

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updatedphan · 7 years

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🛩 dan’s younow april 4, 2017 🛩

I don't hate you all!

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-he's using his phone bc his mouse died -he feels like it looks better tbh -welcome to the chatterino -did u enjoy his vid -he does not hate us. Chillax friendos -phil is not a very rude person -they have Reciprocal Bants -they're doing a lotta traveling soon -should dan upload more dumb casual videos -did u like the craft vid -how us it been 3 years -"good things come in 3s" -it's the end of the craft channel rest in peace -they felt like the 3rd vid was the Natural Progression of the craft channel -don't talk to him about food -if u got Anything out of tht shirtless phil scene. he doesn't know what to say tbh ur worse than them -thx for spamming even after he said Don't Spam -we are completely out of his control -let's do a bit of the show upside down -nvm he can't read the chat -upside-DAN -he'll talk about dapg... -u exist to please urself. no pressure. -so many of his videos just have him having a Breakdown in them now tbh -he should put some Intellectual and Deep content up in the future -his sunday school teacher messaging him made him aware of how anyone can see what he says -sunday school had jams and biscuits that's what he was there for tbh -he left the message unread he can't deal with that tbh -should he stop giving us actual content and just make videos about who's on his Daddy List -they've been Busy Bees -filming lots of gaming videos -woo -he's so good at mario kart -the craft video and illuminati yt meeting weren't planned but he'll take credit anyway -shittywatercolour has no shame -dan is dragging everyone around him into depravity -he heard he was in the bg of 13 reasons -he had to cut the quiz vid down from 25 min -but it was mostly him having a breakdown -yt is aware of the community's opinion on everything they just should try to work faster -Susan Waluigi, CEO of YouTube -nose angle -Hair Cam -he's Relocating his wirrow painting you could say -the next dil video is Dramatic -do u want some Fanservice -ur not ready for this -they were out having lunch -then dan had to meet up with his mum to get his jacket he left at his house -but he was cold so he had to borrow phil's jacket -he was wearing phil's coat for 20 minutes today -holy moly -don't say he doesn't give us what we want tbh -why is anyone even here -baby weasels -give him an app where he can buy a weasel to nibble his hand -his wirrow painting is like damocles' sword rn -did he rly use tht as a reference -club penguin -the vid was just like 20 min of them getting rejected -he wants our input on his ugly video background -let's talk about this in 2 weeks when they're back from australia -when he gets into it send him Palettes -he was so traumatized by his last terrarium experience does he really want to do it again -phil isn't doing a liveshow this week but he may be uploading a video that day instead -he doesn't speak for phil. phil jus told him this -they'll try to upload on liveshow days -prob no liveshows til the 25th (?) -window seats on planes > aisle seats -what's the gender neutral equivalent of BallAche -AssAche -playing with keys ASMR -lookin Fresh -it takes like 30 min to edit craft vids -they were all completely improvised -other than the craft itself ofc -his Weed Jumper is scratchy and leaves fluff all over him -why does he keep it -"phil and i........ [whisper ] i'll break your legs" -forehead 5 o clock shadow -beep beep i'm a sheep -frosty nips -beluga whale -slow puberty -no beard -slow aging boi -sorry if it's laggy -he was betrayed by food yesterday -it didn't come for an hour -their order didn't get processed -so they just ordered domino's -bc it was like. 11 pm and nothing else was open. -a fresh pizza though -the next gaming vid is a Hoot -love/hate with twd -chin fluff -he has tense shoulders -could do with a massage tbh -he used to roleplay sonic with his friends when he was little -his sonic oc was named silver -what is it about sonic the hedgehog that makes children go Nuts -it's a gateway to the furry fandom -the furry fandom is Out There on twitter -it's a whole world for u to get lost in -he almost just ended the show by accident -that's what he's been up to recently -thanks for watching -he's always Semi-Joking -only ever 80% having a breakdown -ty everyone who made quizzes about him -hope u enjoyed the vid -they're off to aus -no liveshows for a bit -maybe next one will be more productive -hope it's been fun -look forward to phil's video and the rearrangement of dan's possessions -Bye

#danisnotonfire #dan howell #2017 #apr 2017 #younow

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celesstialdreams · 6 years

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i’m still waking every morning

Fandom: Steven Universe

Characters: Steven Universe, Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl

Word Count: 1936

Pairing: None

Note: This was written as a request from an anonymous asker! The prompt was ‘can u write a lil fluff fic between Pearl, Garnet, Steven, and Amethyst ?? Maybe a Gem sleepover or something family fluff related.’

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On the fifth day of sleep deprivation, it was impossible for Steven to pretend that the bags under his eyes were from that night five days ago when he’d stayed up to help Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl on a mission. The Gems may not have ever become fully adjusted to human culture, but he’d been living with them for so long that they knew the signs of exhaustion, now.

Sure, he did his best to hide the dark circles, but there was only so much he could do with the makeup that Amethyst had decided would be a good present for him (he was pretty sure she just found it lying in the middle of the floor in her room and wanted to get rid of it, though). It was only a matter of time before Pearl talked to him about healthy routines again, or Garnet told him how badly he’d mess up on the next mission because he wasn’t sleeping. He was sure of that.

Steven was so sure, in fact, that when Amethyst came to talk to him, he was completely caught off-guard by her request.

“A sleepover?” he repeated, staring at the purple Gem with comically wide eyes.

“Yeah, man,” she responded, sliding off her perch on the kitchen counter. “We’ve been too busy recently to just chillax and hang out, you know? Plus,” she snickered, “then I’d have a real excuse to eat toothpaste.”

He couldn’t help but feel a tad bit skeptical. Pearl was normally the one to organize things like sleepovers-not to mention how he was sure Amethyst had at least five tubes of toothpaste and two bottles of mouthwash somewhere in one of her garbage piles.

Clearly, she’d noticed his raised eyebrow, as the Gem sighed and continued to speak before Steven could voice his suspicions. “Okay, look, dude. Garnet and Pearl won’t give themselves a break. They both decided to make up for losing some of those corrupted gems five days ago, but neither of them are really up for it.” Still, he didn’t answer, and she groaned, running a hand through her hair. “C’mon, just for tonight? They really need it,” she pleaded, and...

Well.

He could tell she really wanted him to agree.

So despite knowing exactly what could go wrong during a sleepover (the Gems might leave halfway through on a mission, they might notice his reluctance to sleep, he could have another nightmare) he nodded his head, said he was ‘totally up for it!’, and let Amethyst go to inform Garnet and Pearl of the new plan while he sat in his bed thinking over his recent life choices.

The sun set far too early, in Stevens opinion. His three caretakers had left around lunchtime, splitting up to go search for corrupted gems on their own, with the promise that they’d return by sundown. He’d spent the time he had alone setting up blankets, sleeping bags, pillows, and toothpaste, but he’d finished the preparations early, and neither Garnet, Amethyst, nor Pearl had returned.

Without a task to distract himself with, Steven found his thoughts returning to his recent lack of sleep, and how to hide the cause of it from the Gems. Obviously, he couldn’t just sleep and hope for the best. He’d wake up screaming and cause them even more stress. They had enough to worry about-that was the reason for the slumber party in the first place-and they didn’t need to waste time dealing with his nightmares along with everything else.

He could try to exhaust himself to the point where he was too tired to dream, but he’d never been able to tell just how well that worked. For all he knew, he was only worsening the nightmares. The risk was too great. And refusing to sleep at all? That was out of the question. The chances of him falling asleep without even an hours rest as a buffer to keep him focused were too high, bringing him back to square one.

That left him with only one option. It was a stupid, unnecessarily complicated plan, but he was desperate. He’d have to sleep just long enough to ensure the Gems thought he would be asleep throughout the night, and set an alarm on his phone that would wake him up before his traitorous mind could remind him of everything that had gone wrong because of him. Anything was better than giving Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl another problem they’d feel obligated to solve.

The crystalline ringing that signified the warp pad had been activated cut through his thoughts. The orange glow of the sunset was overtaken by the blue hues of the warp stream for just a few moments. He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed, and peered down into the main room of the house. Sure enough, the three Gems were stepping off the piece of advanced technology, observing the the piles of blankets and pillows covering the floor.

Amethyst was the first to speak. “Hey little man, where’d you run off to?”

“Up here!” Steven called back, pushing himself off the edge of the mattress. Grabbing his phone, he bounded down the stairs, flashing a bright grin at the Gems. “Are you ready for a slumber party?” he cheered as he fiddled with the sleeves of his pajamas, hoping that they’d assume his inability to stay still was from excitement rather than anxiety.

Amethyst barked out a laugh as she made her way to the kitchen, pulling open the door of the fridge. “We’re not ready until we have the pizza, duh!” she retorted, taking out a box that had been haphazardly shoved onto one of the shelves. She quickly got to work, dumping the pizza onto a plate that was way too small for all eight slices. She found a solution to that problem quickly, though-she stacked the triangles into two wobbly towers, and shoved the plate into the microwave, setting it to heat up their food for a full minute.

She turned back to the other two Gems, placing a hand on her hip. The expression on Garnets face was unreadable. “Now, we’re ready.”

Pearl eyed the pizza disdainfully, shaking her head. “Personally, I would’ve been just fine without pizza.”

“Yeah, uh, that’s because you’re lame, P.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Guys, guys!” Steven interjected, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. “We’re supposed to have fun, not fight! Amethyst and I can eat the pizza, and Pearl doesn’t have to eat any. No one is lame.”

For a moment, he feared the Gems would continue to argue, but the high-pitched beep of the microwave distracted Amethyst. She sniggered as she snatched the plate, a worryingly mischievous smile on her face. Dread began to pool in his stomach-he recognized that look. She had an idea, and it probably wouldn’t be one that was good for anyone but her.

“I wonder how toothpaste would taste on pizza.”

Despite Stevens protests, Amethyst had squeezed an entire tube of toothpaste on her pizza, luckily sparing his four slices. Instead of just throwing out the plastic, she dropped the container on top of her so-called ‘homemade delicacy’ and shoved it into her mouth. She smiled wide, revealing her teeth were covered in mint-colored goop and flecks of tomato sauce. Pearl had made a remark on how her breath might actually smell decent for once in their very long lives, but she decided that taunting Amethyst wasn’t in her best interests after the purple Gem threw a glob of toothpaste right into her hair.

For a while, Steven managed to keep the three from checking the time (and keep his mind off the inevitable moment they’d realize it was time for him to sleep). They occupied themselves with video games, watched three different movies, and even played charades for about half an hour. Amethyst kept shapeshifting and giving away the answer, and once she was bored of that she started transforming into the most random objects she could think of, which caused them to abandon that idea sooner rather than later.

Eventually, long after the moon had reached the middle of the night sky, Pearl finally took notice of just how late it was. “Oh, stars, it is far past your bedtime!” she proclaimed, turning to face Steven. “It’s almost three in the morning, according to that clock. You need to go to bed.” She picked up the remote, pushing the button that would power off the television.

“Awww, Pearl!” Steven whined. “I’m not tired!” Even as he spoke, he fought to hold back a yawn. Truthfully, he felt like he could pass out against his bed at any moment, but that wasn’t an option. He’d set the alarm, but his phone wasn’t with him at the moment-it was still downstairs.

“No buts,” Garnet said. “You’re going to sleep.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, knowing he just needed to get downstairs. He got to his feet unsteadily, and if it weren’t for Garnet catching him, he probably would’ve fallen.

“Maybe I should carry you,” the fusion suggested in a light tone. Presumably taking his lack of protest as agreement, she picked him up as she stood. Shooting a warning glance at Amethyst, who seemed about ready to burst into laughter, she began to make her way down the stairs, the other two Gems following her.

Gently, she set Steven on the carefully arranged stack of blankets that the three had agreed he should sleep on. As he lay his head on the pillow, he relaxed, knowing his phone was somewhere under the pillowcase. His alarms would wake him up he was sure-Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl wouldn’t learn of his awful sleeping habits today.

He listened to the soft rustles of the other sheets and sleeping bags on the ground, knowing the Gems were settling into their own makeshift beds. Surrounded by his family, laying on the soft comforter taken from his mattress, he could almost convince himself he’d be safe sleeping. A yawn escaped his mouth, and he burrowed into the blankets, unable to keep his eyes open any longer. Not a minute later, he was already deep asleep.

“You got the phone?” Amethyst whispered.

“Of course I do,” Pearl hissed back.

“Quiet,” Garnet interrupted. “This entire plan was to get Steven to sleep. Don’t wake him up now.”

The two bowed their heads, muttering apologies in unison.

“Do you think this will even work?”

“Yes, Amethyst. Don’t worry.”

“It’s a little hard not to worry when he clearly hasn’t been sleeping for almost a week.” Pearl crossed her arms. “We’ll just have to wait and see. Hopefully he’ll stay asleep for a while. He really needs it.”

“I think he will. Let’s return to the living room-he spent a lot of time on setting up the sleeping bags. We shouldn’t let them go to waste.”

Hours later, when Steven woke, he was greeted by three smiling faces.

“It’s about time you got up!” Amethyst plopped down next to him. “It’s past lunchtime by now!”

“Quiet, Amethyst,” Pearl cut in. “Good morning! Or maybe good afternoon would be the correct greeting at this hour?” She shook her head. “Good afternoon, Steven. Did you sleep well?”

And as he pondered both her question and her strangely hopeful tone, he realized that yes, he’d slept well. He wasn’t sure what had happened to his alarms, but he’d slept through the night-and apparently the entire morning-without being woken up once by a nightmare. He felt more rested than he had any day in the past week.

“Yeah,” he responded. “Yeah, I really did.”

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The squeakuel

FOR ADULTS ONLY!!!!!!!!!! SHOVE OFF U LITTLE KIDS Also i hate alvin and te chipmonks Aight lets get WROOOOIGGGGGGHT INTO THE NEWS ----- Marco hadn't had much time to process what was happening. He'd walked to school, just as he would any other normal day. Stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans in the hopes that he would warm them from the chills running up and down his skin. When he looked up, a pale gray sky foreshadowed heavy rain. He'd scolded himself for not thinking ahead and bringing an umbrella, but he'd have to make do with his hood. Who knew, maybe the weather would turn out alright. The California forecast was hardly of any use to them these days. When he entered the parking lot, it was barren. Empty. Not a car in sight to drop students off. As if something had swept the area conpletely clean. He checked the watch on his wrist, feeling nauseous as he read the time. 7:30, 10 minutes before the bell would ring. Anxiety climbed up and froze his shoulders as all possible explanations ran rampant in his mind. Maybe it was a holiday, maybe it was April Fool's Day, maybe everyone collectively decided that school didn't mean dogshit anymore. Maybe Marco was still asleep, maybe he was at the wrong school -- he paled when he saw huge, black letters on the sign spell out ECHO CREEK ACADEMY -- maybe, maybe-- Rave music blared, bursting his eardrums and making him scream. "MARCOOOOOOOOOOO" A familiar voice howled, and Marco turned to see the vortex of an interdimensional portal float before him. Star was peeking her head out and watching him with wide eyes. "star. Wtf u doing." Marco deadpanned as the ringing in his ears invaded his head. It wouldnt stop and tbh he was probly scrwed now welp "IM INVITINGU TO A RAVE PARTAY U SJHOULD BCOME WITH!!" She spun her head in an overexaggerated circle and marco wondered how it wasnt falling off when he shouted back, "ARENT U MISSING SCHOOL "PSH FUCK ACHOOL WTF EVEN IS THAT THE EDUCATION SYSTEM ISFUKED MAN" "STAR THE REASON WHY U GET BAD GRADES IS B/C U DONT STUDY NOT BLC THE EDUCATION SYSTEM IS SHIT" "STFU AND COME HERE" She latched onto marcos arms like a person latching onto the love of their life (sideglance at blood moon no offense but ur like a reallllly tacky plot device u know that ahem anyway) Marco was dragged into the portal against his well and he fell flat on his face on the dance floor. "Bitch," he spat "Ur such a baby wah wah" star said. Marco stood up to brush himself off. He wiped dust from his knees, his cuffs, his shoes, his hair, parted himself down until star punched his arm "OWW" "THE FLOOR ISNT THAT DIRTY U GERMOPHOBE OMFG CHILL OUT" Marco ignored her b/c who cares about a princess who blatantly doesnt care about your wellbeing by constantly dragging u everywhwre, putting u in embarrasing sitchuations, and making u worry about her RITE??! And he took a look around The bounce lounge was quite massive, perhaps twice the size it had been before. Nothing new about it necessarily, but it seemed as if the floor had expanded for the sake of fitting more dancers. Whitch wouldve been nice when marco almost fell to his depth in the spiky spikes!! He felt salty as he folded his arms and made grunting noises to show off his displeasure (this is me when im not at home sleeping in my bed) "Dude wyd" a grown ass man asked as he shashayed near marco "wYD???" Marco retaliated before inching away from the weird man "Im mistur candleman the candleman from mr candle carebears" he danced and did his weird shashay thigng (ok tbh i dont know what shashay means and im too lazyto look it up i just know those weird YA novels with those edgy characters and "ooh so speshul" friends shashay up to their best friends or some shit idfk i think its dumb u think im dumb we're on tbhe same page now) "Mr candleman??" Marco feigned shock, horror, what was this godawful counselordoing here oh the AudACITY FOR HIM TO SHOW HIS FACE AFTER TELLING HIM HE SHOULD WORK ON THAT DUMPSTER ISLAND ooHH MARCO JUST WANTED TO PUNCH HIS DI- "@ ease shoulder" (soldur? Soulja? Soldier? It remains a mystery and No imNot goNNA LOOK IT UP U PREPS) "and yeh in the flesh hmhm im on break now blc master tom stopped giving a shit about me" "Good for u" marco rolled his ryes Candleman started doing the doggie (is this how u spell it?? Yall i cant keep up with thhis shit smfh this is such a dumb name for a dance movie istfg!!!) "U gotta chillax marko diuz... Look... All ur friendz are here¡ u should say hi to them maybe u can boost ur cred since u have no social life..l "U SON OF A CANDLESTICK CAREBEAR MY LITTLE PONY BRONT IM GONNA--" Marco left but not before punching mr candleman in the weewoo "thas wut u get hoe" he clackled as mr kindleman crumpled to the ground in a dayze "420" candleman moana'd ( i put 420 because dayze reminded me of blaze yu know yuh feel) Where wus i goig with this hmm hwwll uhh ok im just gonna say rn that when i kept sayong candleman i just thought of that candle guy from booty and the beast was that just me Margo march'd right over to the photo booth wher star was snapping photos with poony head "Pose. Pose. Pose" star and ponyhead made duckfaces in every pic and marco wanted to scream "ive become so numb i cant feel my pear" Instead "Star butterfly u better to take me hone RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!" Marko yowled "Wtf is e doing here" ponyhead groaned before putting on lipstick... Come to think of it this gurl has no arms.. How would she put on lipstick.. "Marco d-azz do u ever chill put" star dedpanned (i feel deja vu feelin rn) "it doesnt matter how much u say no, no one will evah take u seriously!! Just dreal with it bro" Marco put his foot down to the grownd and clamped his jaw started to hurt "u know wut... U know wut bish wemre done. We break in up. We thru" "Oh no he dint," poony head whispered but like that loud whisper that actually is normal voice level so ppl within a 10 foot raidius could hear "Marco..." Star's lips parted on the name, this time ton e very serious and its a guilt truppy tome u know the one that makes u feel guilt and marco felt guilt but he didnt fukin care he was so thru with all her shit he didnt ask for this and he only dated her cuz that bloody ass moon wanted this Why couldnt HE choose who he wanted to spend his life with it just wasnt gooddamn fare "Goodbai star" he said halloweenly He walked away from them, to get off the danke flore but then remembered "zz SPIKES!!" STAR SCRERCHED "NOOOO" And he was falling, falling to his doom, this was it huh, this was how it was all going to end Marco wiped at his eyes as the air whistled around him, sobbing out that he would miss his frendz (ok one friend), his fam (who kinda embrassered him often), and tom who kinda embrassered him to but u know what... He wasnt that bad "And finally," he whispurred "Janna... Fuck u for taking my khakis" (car keys, u know, i mean the the accent because it sounds like khakis but its actuelle car keys mmk imgunna stfu noe this moment is srs SO SHUT UP SHH Marco closed his eyes shut and waited for his imminent ending to the final chapter kinda like shrek forever after the final chapter but theyre coming up with shrek 5 so yeah i want to die too marco i feel "Star reached outa hand stretching it out to her beeloved, scramming •"NOOOOO MARCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"• "Polo" matco laughed before flipping off star And darkness. Ebony darkness. -- Naw jk i was messin with u pf "MARCO NOO THE SPIKES" "STFU STAR WHAT DO U TAKE ME FOR" he snatched her um deemensuinal sceesars and sliced thru the air slice slice slice and dice oh my god i hate that video im not im not gonna reference that again and i hope none of u understand what i was referring to So yeah he bust a dimensionut portal open (shit i referenced it again goodbye world) "Ur portal is all week and wiggly" poony head pointed out with her horn cuz she still aint got dem hands "Fuck u. Polo." "What.." star asked as he disappeared -- So in the end, marco dextercided (ok idk why i wrote dexter but im not changing it cuz these typos hav worked in my gavor) to stay.... With tom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tomco for lyfe 20/20 69/69 420/420 So yeah he went to his underground onion layer and played pung pong with him until tom burst into flamez 2 be continooed?????? Exclamation powerpoint exclamation powerpoint??

#mod crim(e)#this is terrible

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