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kanene-yaaay · 4 years

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Happy Birthday ~

Kanene’s note: DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IS TODAY? WEEEELLL, I sure hope so because I completely forgot ;-;. BUUUUUUT I REMEMBER VERY WELL THAT 4TH OF THIS SAME MONTH WAS @oliviaischillin1204 BIRTHDAY SOOOOO YAAAAAAY!!! Thank you so much for being such a lovely, wonderful, cool, amazing, sweet, crazy, fabulous person that I really look up to, Ollie! <33

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Ler!Patton and Lee!Logan with Lee!Logan. Around 4.000 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Como é um presente, essa fanfic não será traduzida! Sleep a bit more today, drink water, give something nice to yourself and I hope you’re having a really nice day (Especially you, Olivia!!) <33

[~*~]

Logan opened his eyes, quickly turning off his alarm before it had the chance to wake Patton up. He held his breath as he turned to the other, observing his chest go up and down peacefully on his sleeping. The most serious one sighed in relief, feeling the butterflies flying in his tum- no, none of that silly nickname – stomach as he remembered which day was today.

Today was his birthday, an annual event which he usually wouldn’t give more attention to than to thank everyone’s well wishes, give himself a whole jar of crofter’s jam and take the day off from his non-essential tasks.

At least… things used to be like that before he met Patton.

A persistent wobbly smile found its way to his lips, thinking about the tradition the cat lover began after a few years of friendship.

He firmly shook his head out of the memories, putting his glasses on and looking at the clock to confirm his thoughts. Yes, it was six AM. Perfect. This year Logan decided he was going to be resilient and in any circumstance he would fall into Patton’s attics. It didn’t matter what it was. He was a serious, determined, smart and strong adult. He could endure some silly, untrue teases.

Logan sat on the mattress, careful to not bother his partner, firmly ignoring the buzzing feeling on his nerves taking over his entire body. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it, every and any distractions being very welcomed from the recordations beginning to swirl in his brain.

Then, in a flash, a shock hit him in the moment his eyes locked themselves in the picture being used as his new phone’s background. A picture that was not there the night before. A picture of him. Of his completely red face, his lips parted in a gigantic smile, eyes firmly closed, hair falling on his expression as his hands gripped there, doing their best to not stop the hand which wormed its way to his unbuttoned shirt.

Real Logan pressed his hand over his mouth, suppressing a surprised yelp that for very little didn’t echo on the room. Only then he noticed the bright notification on his screen.

The one wearing glasses needed a whole minute to tear his gaze apart from the background, feeling the butterflies to get more and more restless as he read the name of who sent him a message the day before, at exactly 11:56.

[Patt-on/Patt-off: Happy birthday, Lo-lo! Prepared for your b-day surprise?~ :3c]

Suddenly two arms involved his waist, leading him to jump and to the touch get a bit firmer, -yet so gentle, - pulling his back to rest on a warm chest, a head resting on his shoulder and tickly, whispered sentences being spoken absurdly next to his so ticklish ear.

“I gotcha. ~” A series of goosebumps ran across his spine and Logan attempted to squirm to his freedom from the nuzzling and muffled words seeming to buzz and spread in every inch of his neck, sensation being not even a bit helped by the quick pokes and pinches on his sides, “I gotcha, gotcha, gotcha ya, my tickly ticklish little squeaky toy!! Oh, no, what he is going to do? Hm? What is he going to do to escape from the Tickle Monster?”

“P-pa-Patton!” His hands flew to hold the wrists of the one called, who just rested his lips in the spot that connected his neck with his shoulders and chuckled before humming innocently. “Please, please! I ask for you to reconsider! We’re both intelligent, rational adults and I am sure that there is an answer which will satisfy both of us!” Small, fast raspberries were placed in that same spot and Logan, living up to his nickname, squeaked at each one, shrugging his neck. “N-no! No, no, no! Patton!! Don’t!!”

“Do you want me to reconsider?”

“Yes, yes!”

“You want me to reconsider giving you your so craved birthday little tickle, tickle tickles?”

“Falsehood!!! I do not- I can’t- I didn’t-” Logan sputtered, the blush on his cheeks gradually increasing. “I do not crave them!! Ti-tickles are silly and don’t like them!”

He sensed Patton’s smile more than he saw it. Instantly things felt like he didn’t make a so clever choice with his wording. “Oh, you don’t? ~”

Logan denied, the wobbly smile yet plastered on his face.

“Okie! I will not tickle you then, Logie Bear, okay?” The one wearing a star themed pajama yelped when the wrists on his hold twisted their way to gently intertwine their fingers, pulling their hands the way up to behind Patton’s neck, keeping them there until Logan locked his own fingers together. This left his torso, - owner of multiple of his ticklish spots, - open, a tingling already starting to wander across them. He wiggled. “Oh, no, no. Don’t worry, dear!” Patton combed his hair, leading the other to instantly melt into the touch. “We’re going to just talk. A chat between friends! No tickling!” He rested, then, his hands on the other’s ribs, his tune filled with joy.

“But the moment your hands go down you better be prepared because I’m going to tickle tickle tickle you silly-silly for hours and hours and hours until we’re both satisfied, okay my precious Squeaky Toy?!”

Logan’s smile only grew wider, for a second his hands trembled behind the other’s neck.

“Okay?” Patton questioned playfully, yet drops of seriousness painting his ask.

The one with blushing crawling down his neck bit lightly his lower lip, his mumble barely audible. “Light tickles during the talk?”

Patton felt his heart melt with all the cuteness, losing his façade as the tips of his fingers ran softly up and down Logan’s ribs, resulting in the aforementioned to let go of silent snorts and titters, which led the cat lover to squeal, hugging him. “Of course, precious Giggle Bug! You’re just so, so adorable and cute making such a sweet wish like this!”

“I despise you and your falsehoods. I am not cute.”

“Now, now, now, Logie bear! It’s very rude of you to try to lie for the Tickle Monster because he might will have to try to convince you to say the whoooole truth!” He sing-sang, wiggling his fingers teasingly in front of Logan. “A truth that maybe sounds like ‘I, the smart Logan Sanders, am an adorable, incredibly, horribly tickly ticklish Squeaky Toy and I just looove receiving tickle, tickle, tickles from the Tickle Monster!”

“FALSHEHOOD! I am no-nothing of this!”

“Okay!” Patton exclaimed happily, his index fingers traveling to scratch the skin behind his ears, circling and drawing shapes on the shell before slowly making his way to Logan’s red neck, quickly going back to the first spot when the other futilely attempted to protect his target.

“Soooo,” Patton made his voice the most low and possible tickly way, one more time, “are you telling me that you’re not cute? Not at all? That all that lovely blushy-blush spreading and running on your neck and these little ticklish- ops! I mean sensitive ears here are not even a bit cute?” The stars lover shook his head, attempting to hide his face on his elbow but giving up in the moment Patton took the opportunity to place a trail of butterfly kisses on his unprotected neck, receiving a squeal as prize.

“Aww, cutiepants, was that a squeal? So adorable!” Logan denied again, controlling his urge to low his arms when the other rested the tip of his nails on the spot inside his elbows, softly wriggling, teasing the nerves there. “But I do wonder why, I mean, we’re just having a good talk here, aren’t we?” He dragged his scribbles and traced down to his biceps, “just having some fun time with your cool friend Patton! No reason at all for you to be sweetly squealing or blushing or squirming like a wiggly wiggley worm! Unless…”

“This tickle tickle tickle your funny bone!” Patton gasped, delivering a poke right on the center of Logan’s armpits and making his arms to shot half of the way down before their owner could stop himself, giggling non stop. “Arms up, my helpless ticklish grumpy baby!! You’re already doing so well. I know you can endure it just a bit more!”

Logan scoffed, taking some giggly filled seconds of silence before re-adjusting his arms where they were. “Of course, I can. As I previously pointed, I am not such a childish thing as ti-ticklish.” Patton tried to stop himself from laughing, ending up snorting. “Stop laughing, you heathen. It’s the truth.” Logan gave a squeeze on the cat lover's stomach. A rare and small playful smile playing on his lips as the other yelped holding his hands away.

“Sure, sure.” Patton booped his nose before guiding his hands to the other’s armpit, waiting patiently for his friend to lock his fingers behind his neck again. An idea popped on his mind, resulting in his smile to get wider. “Hey, lo-lo! What if we sing a song?” He bounced as the other whined a protest, wiggling around.

“No, no, don’t worry! I am sure you already know the lyrics! Look, Wiggley Worm, I will start and then you follow me, okay?” Patton then positioned two fingers on the tickle spot, hearing Logan’s breath hitch as he began to circle his pits, the squirming increasing.

“Round and round the tickly pit

Goes the Logie Bear-”

“That is not how the nursery rhymes goes!”

“No? Oh, dang! I was almost certain that I was right! If only someone clever, cool and with an amazing voice who knew how to sing it correctly would help me…” Loud sigh, feigned sad head shake, “guess I will have to repeat it again and again and again and again until I recall the correct lyrics…”

The cat lover paused, for a piece of minute only hysteric titters and warm smiles filling the air.

“Round, round the helpless pit,

Goes the Blushy Bear-”

“No!” Logan yelped, slightly jumping in the same place as he felt the fingers walking, scratching their way to the center of the spot. “I can-” the rest of his words came muffled as he one more time attempted to hide his burning face on his shoulder. Guffaws escaping as Patton took, again, the opportunity to nuzzle and kiss his bare neck, “Wait, wait! I will sing.”

The attacker’s face brightened right away, stopping his tickling. “Are you serious?! Would you do that for your old Tickle Monster?”

“Y-ye-yes.” He cleaned his throat, uselessly trying to get rid of the chortles already accumulating on his chest, the figurative butterflies flying everywhere on his belly. “Yes, Ihihi can.”

“Okay, then! Whenever you’re ready!”

Logan tried to take a deep breath, however his concentration was immediately broken when the tingling sensation spread like lights across his torso. “Stohohop wiggling them! I cahahan’t sing whehen you doho that!”

“Okay, okay, blushy bear. Gotcha!”

He closed his eyes, taking another wobbly breath and failing spectacularly as the feeling of the fingers resting peacefully, so oblivious on his so exposed tickle spot felt almost unbearable. “No, nohoho! Stop!”

“Logie Bear,” Patton grinned bigger, sensing his heart to expand even further as the one with stars painted on his pajamas squealed on his hold, “This time I’m really doing nothing.” Logan growled, refusing to answer.

“Round, round the gard-EN,

Li-hihihike a teddy bear…”

Logan began to kick lightly, his sentence being more and more subdued by the high pitched laughter with drops of snorts.

“One step,” One squeak.

“Two steps,” Two squeaks.

“Aaaaand?” The attacker asked, his fingers hovering, barely grazing the skin.

“Ahahahand,” the laugh cut his phrase, his kicking increasing its speed, “ahahahand,” Logan shook his head, his arms about to give up and clue on his sides. Face burning, squirming becoming more frequent.

“Tickleoverhere!!”

Patton attacked. His arms went immediately down, his head hitting Patton’s shoulder with the force of his full laughter.

“Yes, yes! There is! There is that beautiful, wonderful, amazing laughter of yours! And and and these little snorts!!” His caring, evil friend beamed, his voice full of excitement. “It’s just the adorablest and cutest and lovely-est thing!!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA!”

A few minutes full of scribbling, poking and scratching passed before the cat lover ceased the tickling, giving him a break effectively used to take sips of oxygen. Logan’s muscles relaxing as Patton again combed calmly his hair strands, snuggling him close.

“You’re okay?”

“Yes,” a breathless giggled response, but a response nevertheless. He suspended his arms again. “Yes, I am.”

“You’re so cute, Giggle Bug! Now, now,” Patton hugged Logan, his arms crossed on the other’s chest, leaving almost no room for squirming while his hands tapped his fingers on the soft skin of his pudgy sides, “I heard someone here has very, veeery ticklish sides that the Tickle Monster would just love to tickle, tickle, tickle! But, I don’t see to find where that ticklish baby is…” He began to dig on the spot, properly ignoring the loud snort and frantic wiggling from the star lover.

“I mean, it can’t be you, right, Logie Bear? Because you” Patton made sure to focus his tweaking on a rather… susceptible tendon which connected his sides with his back, holding his smile as the crackles exploded from the one attacked, who immediately started bouncing in the same place, “just told me you aren’t sensitive! Not even an itsy bitsy wiggly wiggley cutesy ticklish at all, right?”

“P-pahahha-PAHAHATTON!”

“What is it, baby Squeaky Toy?”

“Ple-please!!”

“Please what? I don’t think I understand what you mean, Lo-lo. There is a crazy, cutie patootie being tickled somewhere near and it’s hard to hear you with all that beautiful laughter!”

“It TICKLES!! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!”

Gasp. “It does??” But that statement only served for the other to knead further on his sides, skillfully squeezing and digging on every weak spot on it. In an explosion of energy Logan broke free from the grip, losing his balance and half falling from the bed, his hands instinctively stopping himself before he could hit the floor while his legs and waist continued laid on the mattress.

“Oh, my gosh! Logan, are you okay??” His only answer was the reminiscent laughter growing in breathless giggles. “Logan?”

When the other nodded Patton finally let his façade crumble and drop, wheezing laughter taking over his senses as his mind replayed the fall, “Oh my God! Your face, Lo! Your face was just-” and his next sentences came out silenced when he pressed his face on Logan’s arched back, snickering.

On Logan’s lower back.

The one who had just stopped his giggles did his best to hide a squeak. The sensation of Patton laughing directly on his skin together with his hitching warm breath sending electric, tickly goose bumps through all his torso. The urge to squirm and escape growing louder as his friend didn’t stayed still, lifting his head from there only to stare Logan again and immediately fall in another wave of laughter, once more shoving his face on that spot next to his side or on his spine or way too much close of his hip. The idea that this time Patton wasn’t even really trying to tickle him making the heat on his face and the urge to laugh somewhat worse.

“Ah!! Patton, stop!”

“Sorry, sorry!! I can’t, I can’t! You just screamed and fell and I-” Patton snorted and the poor ticklish Squeaky Toy tried to move his arms in an angle where he would be able to push his friend’s face away, only to realize he couldn’t do much more than mindlessly swing his upper limbs. Fuck.

It took about two long, slow minutes of quiet huffing before for the one wearing cat onesie to calm himself, wiping tears from the corner of his eyes and bringing his focus to his friend, looking at least a bit apologetically, even if the other wasn’t able to properly see it due his position.

“Sorrey, bear. I forgot how ticklish you are on your sides.” His eyes then noticed Logan’s face, furrowing his brow, “are sure you’re okay? Your face is a bit red there, kiddo.”

“Ihi assure yohou I aham. Please help mehe to get up.” Patton quickly nodded, an adoring gaze sprouting on his expression as he heard the other’s giggles, but decided to not point out, instead choosing to pat his back lightly in a reassuring touch and immediately pulling his hand when Logan jumped at his touch.

“Get away from my back!” The moment his words escaped in an impulsive act, Logan instantly clapped his hand over his mouth, trying to think in a way out of what he just brought to himself. A part of him – very small, pretty much overdued by the excited energy building again on his body, - wishing Patton didn’t get the meaning behind that phrase.

“Your back?” His tune sounded much like what Roman likes to call ‘Lost puppy’ and Logan signed in a mix of relief and disappointment.

Then Patton gasped, suddenly full of joy. “Oooooh!!! Your!!! Back!!”

“Nonono, no, no! Patton, be reasonAAH!” A shriek cut all his protests and rational thoughts when Patton lowered his head and gave a soundly, big raspberry right on the right side of his lower back, making all his way to the other side with more careful, well placed raspberries. “I can’t, I can’t! Plea-ase!”

“I’m not listening a ‘stop’!~” He rested a kiss on his spine. “And, awww, kiddo! Why did you never tell me you had such a tasty back before?” The cat lover ran his index finger on his spine, leading electric shivers to shoot all across his nerves. “Now you made the Tickle Monster really, reeeally hungry! Good thing that now he has a very yummy yummy snack-y back-y right here!!”

Logan tried, - believe me, - he really, really tried to form some sort of coherent sentence, however, the moment Patton’s lips collided with the back of his ribs, softly nibbling and making ‘oh nom nom’ noises as his free hands occupied themselves at unmercifully squeezing his hips, his thumbs clued on the little divot localized there, Logan’s belly laughter ran freely. It swirling around them both, the melody mixed with the sound of his hands bagging on the floor, legs kicking in a fruitless struggle.

Patton gave the other side the same treatment (‘They deserve that attention too, Lo-lo! The Tickle Monster needs to be fair and good so Giggles bugs like you will be all happy and cute and giggly forever and ever!’) before giving the astronomy lover a break, finally helping him back (ha-) to lay on the bed, on his stomach.

Logan closed his eyes, a smile resting on his expression as his snorts and chortles started to become more sporadic, the tingling still running on his tickle spot. His eyelashes opened only to find Patton’s face adorned with a smirk.

“Hello-lo-lo, my precious, adorable, sweetest Squeaky Toy! Enjoying your birthday tickles?”

“I hate you.”

“Boop!”

Logan whined, the tip of his ears blushing as he hid his face on his mattress. “You’re insufferable.”

“Nope, silly, I’m the Tickle Monster!” Patton snickered, ignoring Logan’s grumpy growl. “And I was thinking, what about if we played a game, Blushy bear?”

…

Silence.

...

“What game?”

“Weeeell…” Patton’s face disappeared not taking long for Logan to feel the part next to his side sink as his attacker adjusted himself there. A cold breeze touched his back as the hem of his shirt was pushed up until it touched his neck, Patton’s fingers quickly sliding and lightly scribbling the length of his back, leading him to squirm occasionally. “I was thinking about that very tiiiicklish tickle spot of yours and I realized… Do you know how much vertebras a human has, Lo-lo?”

“Yes, of course. Counting with the sacral and the coccyx we have about thirty-four vertebras, although, since they’re fused on the coccyx it can variate and result as thirty-three as well.”

“Ohhh,” Patton’s tune was solemn and, if it wasn’t for the feeling of his fingers still drumming on his skin, Logan could almost forget the imminent danger that question represented, “well, I have no idea of how much there are!”

“But I just told you-”

“So I think you will have to help me to discover it and lay veryyyy still so I can count them! You’re such a strong, lovely squeaky toy and I’m sure you can do this!” He placed an only one finger on the base of his waist, teasing the spot before going full on scratching, being so careful and, oh, so mindful to circle every single vertebra, prodding and poking each inch of sensitive skin there. His torso arched for a piece of time before hitting the mattress with force. “Oneeee, twoooo, threeeee…”

A jolt bolted from the spot and spread across his senses, resulting in Logan beginning to sputter halfhearted protests, his words interleaving with high pitched wheezy giggles, growing more and more louder as his friend got dangerously close to his shoulder blades. He squirmed and struggled and wiggled, hands firmly gripping the fabric under his fingers, his mind losing the count as Patton decided to re-start it over and over and over again, since-

“Now, now, Logie Bear. I know you just love to be such a lovely, absurdly ticklish squirmy little bear, but The Tickle Monster reaaaally needs you to stay still so I can tickle, ops! I mean, count all those tickly spots, oooops, I mean, vertebras of yours!”

Logan lost the track of time by the moment Patton ceased the attack, carefully massaging his shoulders to help him to relax and stop his giggles.

“Logan…” he asked when noticed that the other calmed himself, the blush getting weaker on his cheeks.

“Yes, Tickle Monster?”

Logan had to wait more three minutes so Patton would stop squealing, absolutely overwhelmed with joy.

“When I say you’re the most precious Squeaky Toy and that I could just hold you and softly graze my fingertips on your sides as I place raspberries and nuzzles and whispered teases about how much absolutely CUTE and ADORABLE you and you amazing laughter are and just hold your hands up so you can’t stop me when I tickly tickle your ticklish thighs but my grip will be loose enough so if you really want you could pry away but you won’t because you just love so much being tickle tickled silly and-”

“Patton! The question.”

“Oh, right! Er… uhh… How many vertebras there are…?”

“About thirty four or thirty three.”

There was a piece of silence before the words exploded in frantic sentences from his friend’s mouth.

“Oh my gosh, Logan! Logan, I just managed to count twenty! Logan, oh my gosh, where are your other ones? Are you in pain? We need to go to the hospital! I can’t believe you never told me you don’t have all of them kiddo! I’m going to-” The rest of his panic was muffled by Logan’s wheezing, uncontrollable laughter, which was doubled when the most professional one turned slightly around only to find Patton giving him that confused frown.

“Y-you,” he fought to take a breath, failing “You can’t actively count them just by touching-” and Logan didn’t know if it was the occasion, or the silliness engulfing them or even the so pure and clear confusion on the other’s tune, but he found it difficult to stop his laughing.

…

“So, your spine is okay?”

“Yehehes!”

“Oh, that is good, kiddo! Because now I’m going to give you something to laugh about, mister!!”

Then Patton bounced, attacking that horrible, forbidden spot between his shoulder blades, leading a loud shriek and even more wild laughter to escape from him due the new maddening – awesome, - sensation.

“Coothie coothie coo, Blushy bear!!”

“Listen to all that wonderful laughter! That's such a big, sweet smile!! Those cute little yelps, squeaks, and ah! Was that a snort?”

“Awwww, someone here is a tickly ticklish baby? Huh? Yes, you are! Yes, you are, my incredible adorable Squeaky Toy! Coothie coothie coo, bear!”

“You're so precious and so amazingly smart, wonderful, strong, cool and sweet! You deserve all the tickles tickles tickles from the Tickle Monster!!”

Tears of mirth began to accumulate on the corner of his eyes, and that was the cue for the other to begin to lessen the tickles, resuming his attack to sporadic butterfly kisses on Logan’s back.

“Stohohohop! I wihihill tell!”

“Aww, will you?”

“Yehehes, I will! Juhuhust cease!”

“Okay!” Patton gave a last nuzzle on his bare neck before his hand came down to comb his hair, giggling at Logan’s state. “Remember, it’s: ‘I, the smart Logan Sanders, am an adorable, incredibly, horribly tickly ticklish Squeaky Toy and I just looove receiving tickle, tickle, tickles from the Tickle Monster!’. Don’t forget to say every single word, Giggly Bear, or we will have to start it all over again!”

Logan whined, turning around so he wouldn’t be able to visualize Patton’s bright smirk. “Shuhuhut up. Urg. Ihihi- I, the incredible and smart Logan Sanders, am an a-ahahadorable, incredibly, horribly ti-ti-tichihihckly, ticklihihish S-squeaky… Toy… and…”

“Aaaand?”

“Dehehear Newton I despise your existence on this planet- and I just… loOove receiving tickletickleticklesfromtheTickleMonster. Thehehere! It’s said, leave mehehe alone!”

“It is, indeed!” Patton beamed, lowering himself to plant a soft kiss on the birthday boy’s temple, “Thank you for being such an adorable and great lee, Lo. Do you want some cool water? A snack? I can make it while you rest a little, okay? We could marathon Doctor Who again!”

“Yes. I think that would… suffice.” Logan smiled. A small, warm smile that made Patton feel like he could just melt for knowing it was being directed to him. “And… I also express my gratitude for your… birthday tickles, as you call it. It was quite…” he frowned, as if he was trying to recall something, “a-okay, I believe.”

“Aww! Thank you, kiddo!” And, if Patton lightly blushed with the compliment and both cuddled during the whole marathon, sometimes whispering soft, gentle compliments to each other? Well, shhhh, that is their secret to share, okay?

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aquariusshadow · 3 years

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Liveblogging! Legacies s3x10

Oh boy oh boy oh boy, it's that time of the week. We back at it again with the Legacies live!blog! Last week's episode gave me my favorite legacies ship......I have high expectations for this episode.

Plz don't let me down.

METHAN

FIRST SCENE

..........guys

STOP

omfg methan are stopping crimes together

we love a crime-fighting romantic duo

there's a fanfic trope about this i swear

IS THAT DEATON

TEENWOLF DEATON?!

or am i stupid

Hope is so gorgeous i cant

Hope/cleo scene yaaaaaay

guys let hope be happy

she's allowed to be happy

josie's hairstyle is beautiful im in love

is lizzie really giving josie romance advice?

....when was the last time we saw Finch? i genuinely can't remember...

........noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo i dont want a mizzie scene i really dont want a mizzie scene

LET ME HAVE METHAN

thank god

why are they so cute

"blursome" jfc hahaha

I hope ethan doesnt get too caught up in the supernatural-ness of it all

"you wanna skip P.E. with me *wink wink*"

there she is, there's finch

awww josie she's so cute

okay there better be a good finch/josie lunch scene for that good ole development

omfg invisi!lizzie....InvisiLizzie is my new nickname for her TM me lmao

HFKLSHDFLGJGLHJDFGLHSDFJGH

HOPE AND CLEO

PICNIC

GUYS

listen ik i said i ship handon again

but yall expect me to ignore this i swear

i like happy hope, happy hope is very cute and she has a pretty smile

is that a banshee? what was that screetch?

okay this is genuinely creepy im impressed

maybe we can learn about cleo's past more this episode?

OMFG I WAS RIGHT

I NEVER GUESS THE MONSTERS RIGHT

IM THE NEW LANDON HAHAHAH

"Rules of the Rom-Com" oh my god lizzie...im really not sure she's the best one to be giving romantic advice ehehe but i love that she's really trying to help josie :D

was that reverse psychology? yup, good job lizzie!

cleo and jed...this'll be interesting

why is everyone obsessed with wendigo's?

look at this development

i like that we're getting more stuff with jed

METHAN BACK METHAN BACK

"we can just hang out"

ethan...honey...there's more than just the supernatural

I do understand being very excited though

ETHAN GO WITH HIM

awwwwwww "it's just nice to have something to care about"

you know...just replace 'something' with 'someone'

ok i'll stop the shippy

alaric death happens nearly every episode the stakes are low

this jed development though im happy

omg the acting range!!!!!

im so intrigued holy shit

god he's such a good actor

dont say landon

do not say landon will die

OH COME ON

GUYS

STOP WITH THE LANDON DYING PLOT PLEASE

stop putting hope through the same thing over and over and over

one step forward two steps back

look i understand landon's more or less human status obvi puts him in the most risk

but

we've seen this same thing over and over

the banshee did say there were many possible roads so maybe this is just a misdirect

JOSIE awwwwwwww shes so brave confessing to finch infront of all her friends

this is cute

shes gonna say no isnt she

yup

hmmmmmm

idk guys im really not vibin well with this pairing

hope.....that broke my heart poor cleo

lizzie no

no "stealing back"

just

advise josie to move on

or find out who finch is seeing i guess

maybe that'll bring josie closure?

wouldn't it be cool if this 'banshee drawn to inconsolable grief' thing was a foreshadow for hope confronting her grief

man banshee!jed was so cool i hope we see more acting from him

awww mg was trying to protect ethan from the full moon i think

finch is a werewolf

"tomorrow's no good" duh okay that makes more sense now

so finch does like josie but theres the supernatural thing

boy does josie have news for you finch

oh boy mizzie scene...woo...

wouldn't it be funny if there was another methan twilight parallel

we got the werewolf aspect now

it could happen

ETHAN SAVED MG

YES GOD IM SO HAPPY

BOTH OF THEM SAVED EACH OTHER

this is what i mean when i say i love balanced relationships ajflhsdjfsdf

ah is the monster thing from the end of the last episode...

werewolf hope :D

awwwwwwwwwwww god i really do like hope and cleo

"no one's dying today" damn straight

"the truth is you're kind and brilliant and badass"-hope to cleo <3

are they...do methan have their own hideout...

ETHAN MADE A HERO BASE FOR THEM

GOD

DID

did mg

call ethan

"eeth"

they

they have nicknames

oh my god

elena's old room

the nostalgia

LIZZIE

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

WHY WHY WOULD YOU LIE ABOUT FINCH

like i understand josie not wanting to be apart of the supernaturalness anymore

but like

hgnnnnnnnnn

ik lizzie has good intentions but good lord

awww this is a cute handon scene

ANOTHER PICNIC thats so sweet

idk why im getting an odd vibe with this cleo and jed scene

it's supposed to be strange

"i've never had a genius monster idea until standing next to you" hmmm

cleo's a muse

that doesn't mean she's evil which is hopeful

oh god why does the monster want handon hair

what type of voodoo shit are we gonna deal with next episode

I really liked that episode too! I guess what’s really making the past few episodes stand out is the character developments? So, I’m not really feeling josiexfinch BUT I like how it’s helping Josie’s character grow to try and be more confident with herself? I’m not cool with Lizzie lying to Josie about Finch. I understand it, I guess, but I don’t like it.

Methan. Nuff said. I’m not apologizing for my constant gushing over them lmao.

I wanna know more about Cleo.

#legacies #legacies 3x10 #liveblogging legacies #handon #methan #josiexfinch #hope mikaelson #cleo sowande #mg #milton greasley #josie saltzman #lizzie saltzman #jed #finch #ethan machado #landon kirby #hopexcleo #invisilizzie

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e-102 · 3 years

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yaaaaaay tag games!!! i got tagged on my art blog but i’m doing this one here, tagged by @tiptapricot to choose a photo from my camera roll that sums up my vibes

Rules:

•choose a photo you already have, no getting a new one

•tag 5 ppl (i broke this rule)

here’s my pic

tagging @metalgearemily @takamoris @noro-noro-noro @gate-the-653rd @lotsaluigi and also @tewada

#tag game #kiwi talks about life

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goldfishwithapen · 7 years

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Red Robin, My Lovely

Request: Sorry, didn't want to request something right away in case you're gotten slammed, as it happens so often with new blogs. But can I request Tim's s/o figures out that he's Red Robin and when the s/o tells him, he's both shocked and 'Yup, that's my s/o'?

Can I request the reader patching up Tim after a fight and him trying to calm their worries and end up confessing?

A/N: Eyyy so I combined these two (after like...so long lol I’m sorry)

Holy crap. Holy friggin crap. No way. Out of all people, he couldn’t be Red Robin. But at the same time, out of all people, he would be a masked vigilante beating up criminals and saving the world. Huh. Who’d have thought?

You pulled the bulletin board down from the wall and slid it under your bed. You tossed a few books and boxes underneath as well, just to stave off suspicion. A decently well guarded secret never hurt anybody, but what were you going to do with your new information?

A knock sounded at your door, and you opened it to find your loving boyfriend (who also rubbed shoulders with the greatest heroes in the world every other Thursday) leaning against the wall with a shopping bag. Tim rubbed the back of his head and offered up the bag with a sheepish grin.

“Sorry I missed our date yesterday. Something came up.”

Ushering him inside, you placed the gift aside, noting how he grimaced slightly every time he moved. Made sense--as Red Robin, he’d probably taken quite a few beatings. Poor thing. Between schoolwork, Wayne responsibilities, and his “extracurriculars,” Tim must have so much on his plate. And all the while he’d been wounded.

“Y/N?” Tim walked over, rubbing gentle circles into your shoulders.

He turned you around to face him, cupping your face when he saw the tears brimming in your eyes.

“Tim...you’re hurt. How...how do you keep going?”

So maybe he wasn’t as sneaky as he thought. Fresh stitches were always the hardest to hide. “It’s fine. I’m just a bit sore. Guess I didn’t stretch enough.”

“What about the stitches?”

Damn. Those were harder to explain. Last night’s fight with Killer Croc made the third set of stitches this month, so there wasn’t an easy explanation. Maybe it was time to come clean...

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you--”

“I already know you’re Red Robin.”

Well. He hadn’t been expecting that. Then again, what did he think? Of all people, Y/N would have been the one to figure it out.

“I’m sorry, was that too soon? What were you going to say?”

“I--I was going to say that I love you and hope that distracted you from the stitches, but this works too. To be honest, I’m not surprised you figured it out. How?”

You laughed, letting the tears fall freely down your face. “Oh, you should see my board. It’s full of stuff about you.”

He drew you closer and guided your steps towards the couch. “Please show me?”

You smiled, wiping the tears away. “Sure thing, Tim. And one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I love you too, Red Robin.”

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drowningindango · 3 years

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Guess who’s so anxious that they made a whole new main account just for this sideblog so I can stop being nervous about people being confused when I use my old main blog to reply to stuff despite the fact that no one ever complained? Yesss, it’s this guy, yaaaaaay

Now maybe I can start being social. Maybe.

my new main account is “dango-main”

#delete later #maybe #just me and my overthinking and poor social skills

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hikikomorix3 · 4 years

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mah new blog!

yaaaaaay! this is my kawaii blog where i post about neat things!!!!! ^_^

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scenerp · 5 years

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WELCOME TO CHICAGO !!

. . . . . P O P U L A T I O N; you.

scene stealers is a relaxed, no word count roleplay. we are a jcink premium community set in the beautiful city of chicago, illinois! our goal is to provide our members with a long lasting community where they can create life-like characters and build a vibrant world for them to live in. we are lgbtq+ and poc friendly, and the foundation our roleplay is built upon is to be a long lasting, comfortable, safe space where everyone feels welcome!! interested? well, you're in luck ... for the scene has just begun .... ready, action!!

hello scene stealers!

so let me be the first to apologize for how delayed this was. the admin team all got chaotically busy with real life and preparations for opening the site, and that took us away from you lovelies for awhile. but we're back and ready to finally announce the winners of our development challenges. we want to start by extending our gratitude for everyone who continuously posted development and really helped fill the tag. we truly enjoyed reading up on your characters and are so . so . so . so excited to meet everyone. if we could have given prizes out to everyone, we would have. but don't worry, we're going to be opening another development challenge ....half an hour after you finish reading this one. total honesty. right, focusing.

DEVELOPMENT CHALLENGE ONE

we initially said we were going to have two winners, but do to the outpouring of submissions we decided to declare two lottery winners and then one scene stealer winner, because we can. don't fight it.

the two lottery winners, chosen by randomization . . . kory & piper the scene stealer. . . winning the hearts of the staff . . . tei

congratulate all three of these winners! each of you has one one additional face reserve. please send a love note to our ask box stating some variant of "i was the dev 1 challenge winner, i'd like to reserve blah blah blah" and we would be happy to take care of that for you!! tei will also be winning the 250 points for winning scene stealer, which will be deposited into the account of tei's choice on opening. yaaaaaay.

RAPID FIRE DEVELOPMENT CHALLENGE

we are sticking with our two winners on this one, but we were really blown away by the thoughts that everyone put into the rapid fire challenge. kudos to you guys, we loved reading every single one of your posts.

the lottery winner, chosen by randomization . . . bri the scene stealer. . . winning the hearts of the staff . . . muffy

congratulations to both of you! each of you has one a free premium member group on the account of your choice upon open! muffy will also be winning the 250 points for winning scene stealer, which will be deposited into the account of muffy's choice on opening. going into our second official development challenge all of your development trackers have been archived. past posts will not count towards the new challenge, and there will be a new set of prompts that will be released soon. everyone is on an even playing field, and our past winners will be eligible to compete for our next prize. so put those game faces on, and continue trying to steal the scene.

to those of you just joining us...

don't forget to post up a personal intro and tag it #scenerp, after you've done that you can go ahead and send us a love note to our ask box to claim your first official free face!! then you can get cracking on that development to try and win some really cool prizes. include: alias / age (range?) / pronouns / your favorite kinds of character, faces, tropes, etc / a personal statement about you! / a tribute to the admins (a funny meme?), your favorite meme, a funny cat gif ... something to make us chuckle!! again, we are super happy to see how excited everyone who has joined up so far are for this roleplay! we'd love to hear from you. if you have any suggestions / comments / ideas for the roleplay, or things that you'd like to see prior to us opening .... our ask box is always open. feel free to shoot us a message and we'll be happy to answer you. welcome to chicago. let's create a scene !!

( BLOG // TAG // STAFF // RESERVES // CALENDAR . . . . . . . . . . . . GUIDELINE // INTRO // DEVELOPMENT // PREVIEW // MEMBER GROUPS )

#jcink #jcink rp #jcink roleplay #jcink premium #chicago #chicago rp #city town rp #scenerp #site buzz #roleplay advert #roleplay advertisement #rl rp #city/town rp

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monstersandmaw · 5 years

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Hi I'm a new follower but I would like to say happy anniversary, your stories are great and now that I found your blog I'm staying here FOREEEEVER

Yaaaaaay!!! Thank you so much!

*shows your message to all my monsters and they all start cheering too*

Welcome, and I’m really happy you enjoy my content. Thank you so much for making this little writer very happy.

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backonmyvigilanteshit · 5 years

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Updating my tumblr blog colours bc the new butterfly me is emerging after listening to ME! on repeat for 14 hours 💕✨🦋

JE SUIS CALME

@taylorswift 💕💕💕 @frenchreputation @tayliberalqueen @alwynswifts @yourfaceinalocket HONESTLY I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS ANTHEM AND I THE SELF LOVE ACCEPTANCE!!! Our noodle is happy and we must protect her at all costs ✨💕 (PSA I don’t care if ME! sounds different to the rest of the album bc we all know Tay is going to produce THE BEST DAMN BOPS OF 2019 regardless of genre/style 😍🌟).

YAAAAAAY I AM ON LIKE A SUGAR DRUG CAFFIENE RUSH JUST LISTENING TO ME! AND SEEING HOW HAPPY SHE IS!!!!! ✨💕🦋

#taylor swift #taylornation #1989 #1989 era #fearless #red #reputation tour #taylor swift 1989 #ME!#JE SUIS CALME #ts7iscoming #TS7 #ts7 era #I am not ready

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acreatorsrealm · 6 years

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A whole new world!

New blog reveal for when if this mayhem happens yaaaaaay!

https://twitter.com/acreatorsrealm

Before posting edit: I decided not to delay anymore so ill just say that the Twitter is still unfinished with its banner missing :v

#signal boost #migrate #new blog #twitter #rip tumblr #new #afternoon #friday #announcement #ta da #artists on tumblr #gogogo #december #reveal

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mocsbylexan · 6 years

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Zaren and “Construct”

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Zaren sighed. She was cold.

The timid Vo-Matoran shuffled her feet as she watched the waves roll on to the icy, desolate shore of Voya Nui. She was waiting for a dark hunter.

Zaren was the only one on the island who knew he was coming. She had slipped away to watch for him when Dezalk had come calling for everyone’s attention. Something about the “toa” wanting the matoran to gather together. Too bad, she had an appointment to keep. She didn’t trust the toa anyway. She knew who they were.

Life wasn’t easy on Voya Nui, even before the great cataclysm. Sure, back then they were part of the southern continent, but all the normal matoran on the continent lived by the coast. The matoran of Voya Nui were in the middle of the wilderness, isolated from other communities. Trade was difficult, and food not easy to farm or find. So Turaga Jovan, unbeknownst to his own people, had cut a deal with the dark hunters. They would bring supplies to the village; crop seeds from distant lands that grew even in the arid soil of the region; sturdy tools for farming and mining, not like the weapons of war Karzahni gave them. In return Jovan maintained a safe supply stop for hunters travelling through the center of the continent, hidden in the woods a few miles away from the village. He had built and ran the outpost with the help of a small team of trusted matoran, the only ones who knew about the deal.

After the cataclysm, Zaren had been the only survivor from that group. As she watched her friends struggle not to starve, she had contacted the hunters again. Now, more than ever, her people needed aid. But as contact was reestablished and Zaren began to send monthly reports on events on the island at The Shadowed One’s request, she realized she had revealed too much about the vulnerability of the island’s position. The supplies never came. The responses went from promises that they would arrive soon, to orders to shut up and keep writing, to veiled threats, to silence. Voya Nui could no longer offer what they had before, so The Shadowed One had redefined the terms of the deal. Zaren was now his unwilling spy. She had stopped writing once. The day after her second skipped report was due her best friend was found dead behind her home, his armor shredded to pieces. It looked like a rahi attack, but not by any rahi known to live on the island. It could have been a coincidence. Zaren had resumed her reports anyway.

When the six skakdi had arrived a month ago Zaren recognized some of them instantly. The black one and the red one. They had stayed at the Voya Nui outpost before the cataclysm. She immediately sent a report to The Shadowed One, telling him six hunters had arrived on Voya Nui and asking him what they were doing there. Maybe, just maybe, this time she would get some supplies. As a reward for reporting rogue hunters.

She was shaken out of her memories when she saw a steady glow through the mist. A tiny boat with a lone figure standing in it. In his hand a deep, violet colored beacon. That was the signal.

She tapped her twin magnetic hooks together and they began to emit a faint hum. She threw one of them out into the mist. She could hear a dull thud as it landed in the boat and latched on to something inside, then she felt a pull from the other as it suddenly tried to return to its twin. She dug her heels in and held on fast. The boat slowly drifted towards the shore.

As the boat emerged from the fog she could see its occupant. A tall being clad in blue and green armor with a Kanohi Mahiki and… a belt and a scarf? No, a strange cloak of some sort. He carried a long staff, and the source of the purple glow was a beautiful flower growing right out of the palm of his hand. A toa of plant life.

He stepped out of the boat and pulled it to shore before removing Zaren’s hook and letting it return to her. Zaren looked hopefully into the boat. Empty. No supplies.

Swallowing her anger and disappointment, Zaren turned to her new associate. “H-hello sir. My name is Zaren. I’m your contact here.”

The toa didn’t respond, as he was scanning the horizon. Zaren took the opportunity to get a better look at him. Something was… off about his body. Were toa supposed to have feet like that?

“I…” She coughed and picked up the heavy hunk of metal at her side. “I have this for you. It’s a prototype launcher of some sort, and some ammunition. I stole it from the rogue hunters’ base. Thought it might be useful to you.

The being that was once a toa of plant life looked down at her. He seemed to be pondering her for a moment. He took the launcher and nodded to her curtly. Then, without a word, he turned and strode off towards the green belt visible in the distance. Zaren stood there stunned for a moment, then picked up her grapplers and hurried after him.

As she walked behind him, she looked closer at his legs. She saw it now, at the joints… crooked weld lines, exposed wiring, chipped corners. Features every Voya Nui matoran was all too familiar with: the signs of an amateur repair job. They were all over him. His legs, his arms, his torso… half the parts in his body were replacements. But those parts… she’d seen them before, and recently. It couldn’t be. Six sets of parts just like these had arrived on Voya Nui a month ago.

That was when Zaren looked up and realized what his cloak was made of. She felt her blood run cold in her veins.

“E… e-excuse me sir!”

The being that was definitely no longer a toa of plant life turned to look at her with annoyance in his eyes. Zaren’s heartstone nearly stopped. She had met dark hunters that would kill a matoran for annoying them. But she had to know.

“I… just… I n-noticed…” She didn’t know what to say.

“W-why are your legs... like... that?”

For a moment the hunter looked down in confusion.

Then his eyes lit up with recognition. And he smiled. It was a smile that made Zaren shiver. The smile of a predator, full of gleeful pride that she had noticed.

“Upgrades.” he said in a voice far too gentle. “From the hunt.”

Then, still smiling, he turned and strode towards the green belt again, this time beckoning her to follow. “We’ll camp there. Good for my element.”

Zaren felt what little food was in her stomach threatening to rise as she remembered the message The Shadowed One had sent her a month ago.

“Thank you for informing me of the arrival of those annoyances on your shores. They are, in fact, rogue hunters who recently attempted to leave the ranks of my organization. Of course, I won’t tolerate that. Do not tell any of your fellow matoran about their true identity. I’m sending a hunter to you to reprimand them. His codename is “Construct”. He’s quite experienced at dealing with their species… and he enjoys doing so as well.

However, I have another task for you. I have heard rumors that my former hunters are searching for a particular artifact. One that could fetch a high price from the right buyer. Rather than punish them for their traitorous ways immediately, I would like to see if they will lead us to it. Watch them closely. Report their activities to me daily. Do not make your presence known to them. Do not apprehend or eliminate them until I order you to do so. You may need to… firmly remind your companion to restrain himself in this regard.

Stay close by my hunter’s side. Trust me… if I know those deserters, and if what I’ve heard about the artifact they are seeking is true… and who else may be seeking it… then by my hunter’s side is the safest place for you on that island.”

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WHOOOOO okay sorry for the long post but I had to get that story out there.

I took a break from my usual story and characters to make these guys for @gantoscomics period piece MOCing contest! Yaaaaaay!

Also the first time I’ve tried writing something for this blog from an actual character’s POV! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Obviously I chose 2006 for my period. Not sure why, but that’s the year that always immediately comes to mind when I think of my favorite year of bionicle. Titans aren’t really my thing, and the canister builds alone are kind of boring for 2006, so I did a double feature: one Vezon/Inika inspired canister-sized set and one voyatoran. (Also, I just HAD to do a voyatoran because the original 6 are some of my favorite bionicle characters ever for personality, story, AND the sets). I’ve had the idea for years to have a character that wears a skakdi spine as some sort of grisly trophy, with their neck going through the mouth hole. The first MOC I tried to to that with was actually my interpretation of Lariska. I know someone’s probably done it already by now, but I was really glad I could get a MOC that used that idea out there.

Plus that zamor crossbow. It’s kinda lopsided and WAY too heavy. I feel like I could have made a better one if I had access to some pieces from later years, but it was a nice challenge to do it this way instead. Also the balls fall out if you so much as breathe on it the wrong way, but I figured that was more accurate to how the designers did things anyway.

#bionicle #lego #moc #long post #toa #matoran #dark hunter #2006 #contest #@gantoscomics

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