#and then it'll turn out a character who showed up in the middle of a horror movie to have sex and die gruesomely is the same va as ladybug

[bibiana112]

Question inspired by today's nyancave p3p stream, do you actually need a license to voice act in Brazil? Thought you might know because you live there

Well, not really a specific license for voice acting, you just need to be a registered actor the same way people need to be to perform in theater, television, movies and stuff

What you do absolutely need is a ton of nepotism though

[sweet-writings9]

Only For Them | one

Summary: A lone omega was on the run from a ruthless alpha. Running was all she knew until she bumped to two certain alphas that would change her life forever. Crazy things happen to her once she realizes that they are her mate. Two mates. How will she able to cope?

Characters: Omega!Fem!reader , Alpha!Steve Rogers, Alpha!Bucky Barnes (James Barnes)

genre: omegaverse au, alternative au, love, humor, angst, comfort, yandere

warning: self harm, suicide, dark past, trauma, insecure thoughts

notes: i'm so glad you all really liked the prologue hehe i was so shocked at how many messages i got. you guys are amazing and I'm glad you guys like it so much. Here's the first part which isn't much but it'll soon get better. :) hope you like this. feedback is appreciated! thank you again!

It was black.

Pitch black.

Nothing was to be seen from miles away.

[Y/N] ran as far as her legs could go. Even with the darkness, she forced herself to keep on moving. She wouldn't stop. She couldn't. She wanted to turn into her wolf form but she couldn't. She panicked as she kept moving.

She wondered why.

Why was she here? Why was it so dark? Where was she?

She was focusing on her running that she couldn't focus on her change form. Her breaths came out rapidly and loud as she couldn't control her breathing from all the running she had done. She didn’t know why she felt so weak. Normally, she would last hours running but now she could barely catch her breath. It felt like she was running for hours. She then turned back to see nothing but darkness getting closer to her which scared her more.

Pitch black.

She didn't know why she was running away or from who but she had that gut feeling telling her to keep moving. She had to. There must be a reason why she was here. She slowly started to slow down as she felt her legs giving out. She fell to the ground as she started to take deep breaths so she can breathe again. Calming down her heartbeat since it was beating rapidly. She sighed as she leaned against a tree big enough to hide her entire body which was a mistake as she started to hear voices around her.

Multiple voices that she's never heard before.

She gasped as she looked around, expecting for someone to come out and laugh at her, revealing all this to be a joke like some alphas from the past that would do it to her all the time; but nothing came which scared her even more.

The waiting. The anxiety was killing her slowly.

She suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from her chest, placing her hand where she felt the pain. She slowly looked down, seeing blood dripping everywhere. Her blood. Her eyes widen as she opened her mouth to yell for help.

But she couldn't.

It was like she couldn't speak.

Like her vocal cords were ripped out of her throats.

Then, she heard those voices again.

"You're nothing but a weak omega!"

"You're just weak. Trash to everyone!"

"Just die already!"

Those words that always have made her heart hurt more than everything. She never showed her weakness to anyone but she felt her heart break each time.

Those words that haunt her everyday since she could remember.

Until she heard that voice. His voice.

"[Y/N]…"

She heard it clearly yet it sounded so far away that she hardly heard it over the other voices. She closed her eyes slowly as she felt the cold ground against her back as she soon blacked out. Still hearing someone calling her name but she couldn't open her eyes. She was slowly dying.

[Y/N] gasped loudly as she sat up and looked around, seeing herself in the middle of a street. She gripped her head as it felt like a pile of bricks fell on her until she heard a loud honk coming from her right. She slowly turned to see a few cars coming her way. Her eyes widen as she quickly got up from her feet and ran away as she heard a few curse words coming from behind her. She ran towards a dark alley and fell on her knees as she couldn’t feel her legs. She felt drips of sweat crawling down of her face as fear was written all over her face. She doesn’t remember anything. Nothing at how she got here. In this city. She was about to get up until she felt a sting feeling coming from her chest.

It was time. 

It was heat season. 

The worst time of the year that she hated so much. 

After all, she was an unmarked omega. 

Every year it would get stronger and more aggressive that she could hardly bear with it but she managed with it. Sadly, she had to stay away from anyone, hide that way she wouldn't be able to attack anyone or the other way around. The heat was something so vicious and it could turn the innocent to monsters. 

She crawled back until her back was leaning against the brick walls as she tried to calm her breathing. Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest but she knew that it'll be over soon. She just had to stay hidden and away from everyone, especially Alphas. She didn't know how long she'll be able to manage since she was in New York. In the place filled with all sorts of people. It was the worst time for her to be on heat. She leaned her head back as she closed her eyes and tried to ease her mind and heart. She slowly calmed her body as she fell into a deep slumber.

Yet, who would ever want someone like her? 

Somewhere out of the city

Tossing and turning, sweat dripping all over his body. Words mumbling out of his mouth as the dream was taking over. He had been like this several night. Ever since he started having these dreams of this woman. This woman that he didn't know at all, but he kept dreaming about her.

Her running away from him.

The more he calls for her. The more far she goes.

It makes his wolf howl for her.

Bucky can't stand it. He needed to see her. To be close to her.

"STOP!" He screamed out as he sat up on his bed, breathing heavily as he looked around to see himself in his room once again.

He cursed under his breath as he rubbed his face that was filled with sweat.

It has been several days since he had been having the same dream. The same person every time. It always ended the same too.

Once he would reach her, she was gone. Vanished like she didn't exist at all.

It would make his chest hurt so much that he just wanted to rip out his heart out to stop all the pain. The disappointment.

He leaned back down as he tried to calm himself down. He turned to the side to find the other side of bed empty where usually Steve would sleep. He sighed as he figured that he must of been called for a mission. He was always out helping everyone unlike him that was still trying to deal with everything that has been happening to him. The nightmares. The triggers that would take him back to the past. His horrible past that he just wanted to erase. Now with these dreams, he felt like he was going even more insane. He had the urge to just go out and find their scent.

Their scent filled with strawberries. Sweet strawberries.

It made his mouth watery just by the thought but he shook his head. After everything he has done, he didn't deserve a mate. No one. He felt out of place, but his friends; Steve and Sam would always help him out.

Mostly Steve since he was his mate.

Sam would annoy him and he'd do the same back to him which would always be a rowdy argument.

With them by his side, the cold walls became warm and welcoming.

Even with the missions he would go to weren't helping him at all. There would be times where something would trigger him and he'd black out and remembering what he used to do back with HYDRA.

Steve noticed right away and would help him out of it, but there was times that it wasn't enough.

He knew that now he couldn't go back to sleep. Too much adrenaline and thoughts going thru his head. He got out of bed and walked to his balcony for some fresh air. He has been doing it ever since the dreams happened. Stayed up all night, trying to forget about her.

The woman that has made his wolf and himself go crazy.

"Who are you?" He whispered as he looked up at the dark sky with stars shining dimly back at him. "Where are you? Why can't I ever catch you?"

Everywhere he looked, he would see mates happily living their lives which he wanted. Just wanted to be normal with a mate, living normally like everyone else yet at the same time he didn't. He knew he didn't deserve that life. He was a killer, well used to be.

He was broken and nobody wanted a mate like him, right?

But he wasn't the only one that was suffering with these dreams. Steve as well.

Steve was up in a hotel in Washington after finishing his mission, he decided to stay the night and leave early morning for NYC to see Bucky. He was concerned for him. He worried for his friend and mate. He knew everything Bucky went through and he was there when Bucky laid it all for him. He didn't judge him at all since he couldn't understand the pain he was going thru.

Yet, he was by his side no matter what.

Nothing would change that. He was his mate after all.

They had been mates ever since they were little and the time that they were apart was torture for them. When they met once again, they were so happy to find each other again. So happy yet they still felt incomplete.

Like something was missing. More like someone.

He felt the same as Bucky, not being worthy of being someone else's mate. He felt like he didn't deserve it.

He didn't deserve a mate.

Didn't deserve that woman in his dreams as well.

The strawberry scent filled his nose and his wolf would howl in joy. He didn't understand whom this person was.

Why he had this effect just by the thought of her?

He sighed as he looked outside of his window as he wondered if that woman was real or just a figure of his imagination.

"This is just ridiculous..." He mumbled to himself as he headed towards his bed and turned off the lamp.

Pitch black all over his room as he laid back down on his bed, trying to get some sleep.

He hoped that morning would come sooner so he can go back to Bucky. He admitted that he missed his mate. His friend. He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes, hoping to forget about that woman that's been in the back of his head ever since the dreams started.

....

[drawingdroid]

Melting Point: Chapter I

A Sculptor Din Djarin x Art PhD Reader Series

Read Prologue

Chapter I: The Artist/Metallike

Summary: Your roommate drags you to an art opening and It'll turn out to be such an interesting night that will leave you dreaming of brown eyes.

Words: 1721

Warnings: This is a slow burn, you've been warned!; a lot of talking about Art and PhD life; Reader is not Grogu's nanny but this is very Grogucentric if that makes sense; And Reader is Din's employee too; Very grumpy and antisocial Mando; Grogu is human but the only thing described are his eyes; Reader appearance is left blank; Age gap of 10-15 years; Fluff fluff fluff

A/N: Hi! I'm sorry for taking forever to upload this after so much teasing! Everything was practically written until Chapter 4, but last month has been a disaster. Hopefully, I'll be able to be back at it now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy Reader and Din meeting with a very Pride and Prejudice vibe.

When you arrived, the place was cramped. Everyone fancied free drinks on a Friday night at Navarro’s downtown, but this was… excessive for an art opening. After the awful day you’d had, you didn’t feel like squeezing yourself between strangers. You were just about to say to your roommate that you had thought better about it when you saw the poster in the window display of the local.

The Guild Gallery presents:

Mando

The Master of Beskar

15 unprecedented sculptures

Your jaw dropped immediately to the floor. You were so excited you had to grab your roommate’s arm to calm down.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” 

“You just dragged me to an exhibition of my favourite artist ever without knowing?” You were over the moon right now, Mando wasn’t an artist who used social media so it was never easy to come up with his next show. It was all part of the mysterious aura that was around him.

“Rumors say he is based in Nevarro.” One of your roommate’s friends severed, and your eyes sparkled in awestruck.

“Do you think he may come?” You were dying to ask him some questions, maybe even you could arrange an interview with him for your thesis work…

“He never shows up in his own exhibits, so I don’t think he will.” You were a bit disappointed, but it was the truth. No one knew his real name or face, only the generic pseudonym, and his breathtaking sculptures.

“Do you think he makes it in an entitled prick way? Like, to feed the mystery or something and sell more?” You looked at the boy furiously. You obviously didn’t know Mando personally, but you had extensively studied his artwork and could affirm you knew a bit about the psyche that hid behind his artwork.

“What if he’s just shy, or he doesn’t like the attention?” Your mental picture of Mando was the one of a person who struggled severely with emotion and used his sculpture as the only possible outcome. That was one of the reasons why his art moved you so deeply.

Your interlocutor didn’t have the opportunity to respond since it was your turn to enter the gallery. It was luxurious but not tacky, with a minimal interior design that gave the artwork the space to shine. You were mesmerized. Soon you grew apart from the group because they were more interested in the free booze while you admired each one of the pieces. Grabbing your tiny notebook from your purse, you annotated everything about the sculptures that resonated de most with you.

“Breathtaking, aren’t they?” A well-dressed, middle-aged man was standing next to you. He had an air of dignity in him, but also a pinch of mischief in his eyes that delatated his true character. 

“They’re stunning.” You mumbled admiring the hard planes of the sculpture that was standing right in front of you. The same you had been observing for twenty minutes straight: a faceless warrior in a startling fighting pose.

“Mando always finds a way to surprise us.” Then, he extended his hand to you and you squeezed it gently. “Greef Karga, I’m the owner.” He clarified while shaking vigorously your smaller hand. You blushed violently, maybe he had mistaken your interest for being a potential customer? Nevertheless, you offered him a smile and your name too, always wanting to be polite.

“I’m actually a researcher on Mandalorian art, and I’ve been following Mando’s career for a while.” 

“You’re talking to the man who sold his first artwork, sunshine.” He confessed as if he was telling you a secret. The desired effect was accomplished and your eyes were opened wide.

“Really? That’s…that’s…” Your words were betraying you and the man only smiled wider. Then you started a battle with your purse to find the wallet. “I…know he does like to keep his…privacy, but if he is ever interested in an interview I’ll…it will be really meaningful to my research.” You blurted giving him your business card. He observed it and repeated your name to himself.

“I’ll let him know darling.” He then put a friendly hand on your shoulder as a farewell when something heavy touched your foot, making you flinch. You looked to the floor: a metal ball had hit your foot. Looking confused at your surroundings, you crouched to grab the round object when its owner appeared.

“Oh hi, baby!” You cooed, your face brightening when your eyes found the tiny face of a toddler. “Is this yours?” They approached you a bit shyly, looking at you and the ball, as if weighing their options. The baby stared at you, blinking a few times, until they bent clumsily to grab it.

“Patu!” The little one said showing triumphantly the shiny object. The corner of your eyes squinted of the pure tenderness this creature provoked in you.

“Grogu, my little man!” Karaga called, to your surprise. You had to admit: you had forgotten about him for a little moment, but it was great that they knew each other. The toddler squeaked in delight, running to the man’s leg. He certainly looked amused with the encounter, so they were probably close-

“Ah!” The boy babbled cheerfully to you both, showing off his treasure again, and then started patting Karga’s leg.

“Your dad hasn’t got you dinner? Come here, let me grab you a sandwich.” The toddler sounded excited and made grabby hands to the older man to be picked up. Your eyes met with his as he observed you with curiosity. They were dark and huge, almost too big for the kid’s face. You gave him your brightest smile and he did the same in return.

“He looks sharp as a tack!” You praised, giggling a bit.

“You wouldn’t imagine.” 

Both of you laughed together as Grogu started to explain something in incoherent baby language.

“Oh, so you are enjoying the Art Exhibition too? What’s your favourite piece? I see…” You pretended to understand his excited gestures as Karga started to walk to the catering table. “It’s clear you’re such a connoisseur, sir.”

“Could you hold him a moment? I’m making him a sandwich.” Karga’s question took you off-guard, but he didn’t wait for an answer as he placed the toddler in your chest Both of you studied each other's eyes for a moment. You could count the times you had held a little one with the fingers of a hand. But finally, he looked satisfied after scanning your face and squeaked happily, starting playing with your hair and jewellery, even mapping your cheeks and nose with his tiny hands. A warm feeling ignited inside your chest as you replied sweet nothings to his babbling.

“Grogu! Here you are!”

The three of you looked in the direction of the baritone voice who had just called the baby. Between the multitude, appeared a man who stood up amongst everyone. Though he was dressing casually, in full denim, his handsome face and broadness were so obvious. Your mouth went dry. Not only his physical appearance but his gait and the way he carried himself. You weren’t used to meeting men like that. He was borderline intimidating. His scowl while looking at the baby didn’t help with that. Was he angry that a stranger held the boy?

“Din! Good to see you, I thought your son would be hungry.” The gorgeous man huffed in response, looking at the sandwich Greef Karga had just prepared.

“The little womp-rat is always hungry,” he mumbled and started caressing the boy’s head, and the baby giggled. “I asked you to stay there.” He scolded, but the toddler just looked happy to see him again. Din sighed in resignation and finally, it looked like he noticed your presence for the first time. While you still had Grogu between your arms, he stared at you without a word, like you were a sculpture and not a person. You observed him back without shame and he tilted his head slightly while studying you. He looked stiff as a board and didn’t stop frowning all the time.

Weird.

Luckily, Karga spoke after the strange silence between you became too tense.

“Din, this is…” Karga started introducing you after clearing his throat,  but then the little boy interrupted by babbling at you while offering you his ball.

“You want to play baby?” You asked, but you could see his handsome dad pinch his nose. It wasn’t the moment to annoy this stranger who didn’t seem to like you. “Later, ok? First, be a good boy and have dinner.” Your soft voice reminded him of the prospect of food, and now he was twisting in your arms. You let go of him and the toddler ran immediately to grab Din’s calf. The man looked exhausted and 100% like he didn’t want to be there. But when he put the little one between his strong arms his face lightened up in a way that made your heart skip a beat. Without a word, he left towards the catering table. Before getting lost between the multitude, Grogu’s head popped behind Din’s toned shoulder and he waved at you. You needed a moment to recover, having melted like ice cream from the cuteness of the gesture.

What a pair.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, Din can be a little rude sometimes.” You shook your head dismissively in response when Karga excused his friend, even though a little rude was a polite way to say it.

“Don’t worry sir, the baby was so adorable I didn’t notice.” You then offered your best smile before departing. “I leave you to attend the other visitors, it’s been a pleasure.”

Later in your shared dorm, you’d think a lot about the pair you had met. Such a friendly toddler and his dad? He was so attractive and manly you felt dizzy, but he had been so rude to you. What was the problem with him? He looked like he instantly disliked you. Maybe it was your cologne? Was it your outfit? Turning in your narrow mattress, you said to yourself you had more pressing matters to attend to, like how the hell you were going to pay for the semester after your scholarship had been denied. You sighed and closed your eyes, and you dreamt with broad shoulders and bright huge eyes.

Next Chapter

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[webslingerofthegalaxy]

RANT TIME

Okay, unpopular opinion that no one asked for but I have nowhere else to vent it so you're stuck with it time. I HATE the animated trolls shows, The Beat Goes On and Trollstopia. With a burning passion. I will admit, TBGO wasn't as bad as Trollstopia imo, but it was still bad. Why, you may ask?

Allow me to explain.

First off, let's start with TBGO. Now, since this comes after the first movie and we don't have a lot of context beyond it, I let a lot slide. But the main transgression I have is that this show brought Creek back. CREEK. Of all the MISERABLE LOUSY PATHETIC COWARDS to resurrect, they picked CREEK. WHY. Why was this necessary???? He adds nothing to the story beyond an annoying presence that makes me want to hurl my device like Captain America's shield. AND THEN, they make Branch the bad guy for not trusting him immediately. OF COURSE HE DIDN'T TRUST CREEK, THE SLIMY POS SOLD EVERYONE OUT TO SAVE HIS OWN SKIN. DID EVERYONE FORGET THAT!?!?! And then this leads to Branch having to APOLOGIZE to Creek and then eventually to them sort of becoming friends. THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN. Every episode he was in I could feel myself losing braincells.

If you thought that was alot, stick around for my rant on Trollstopia because holy shit, where do I begin?

Now, the idea behind Trollstopia is actually a good one. Like hey, everyone is so spread out, how about a group from every tribe comes to live in the middle which happens to be Pop Village? Genius! And I will admit, in the beginning it seemed promising! And then, they fucked it up.

How, you may ask?

Simple. My point can be simplified to 2 main subjects:

They put WAAAYYYY too much effort into Poppy's relationships with literally EVERYONE ELSE and nowhere near enough into her relationship with Branch, HER BOYFRIEND.

They absolutely, totally, 110,000% DESTROYED Branch's character.

I shall now explain my stance. First off, we have point #1. Now, don't get me wrong. Poppy should absolutely have relationships with other trolls! She's the queen, for hair's sake! And I really did enjoy the fact that she made new friends and got really close with them. As someone who has eternally struggled with making and maintaining friendships, I loved seeing her do what I usually cannot. HOWEVER, this is no excuse to neglect her relationship with her actual fucking BOYFRIEND. Trollstopia takes place after TWT, after Branch and Poppy confessed and entered a relationship (if you wanna argue with me, look at the official Trolls Wiki, it'll back me up). But if you watch the show, you can barely tell they LIKE each other, let alone that they're dating. The show ran for 7 seasons and, out of those seasons, can anyone tell me a single episode where they were the focus? I won't even ask about them as a couple, just them interacting together being the focus! Poppy and her friends repeatedly bulldozed over Branch, his feelings, and his boundaries, constantly mocked him, and shit on anything he wanted to do. I swear at times it was like watching Trolls 1 Branch and Poppy interact.

Finally, my second point: Branch's character. They absolutely fucking took all of Branch's hard earned character development from 2 movies and a holiday special and went:

Wanna know how I know? What does Branch actually DO in Trollstopia? About every 10th episode, he shows up to offer a crappy sarcastic remark that pales in comparison to his usual ones and does one of 3 things:

Gets hurt

Gets made fun of

Acts like a total moron, and not in a cute way.

He's basically turned into Jay from the later seasons of Ninjago (my apologies Jay, I love you but you know it's true). I mean, in one episode he got his ass absolutely HANDED to him when he tried the rodeo! COME ON. The dude who caught a stick fired at him without looking and jumped in front of a death bolt to save Poppy got served by a fucking bull thing? Bullshit (no pun intended). To add onto this, when he's not being trampled and beaten for no fucking reason, he's being used for the most CRINGEWORTHY comedic relief. I mean really, there was a whole episode about how he wanted to be called a "cool nickname" by Lownote. Really? We really think that's in character? And to top it off, he gets stuck with "Skippy Two-Shoes". WHAT. THE. FUCK??? I almost had an aneurysm when I heard that. And everyone was fine with it!!!! Which leads into my last point, NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT HIM DESPITE THE FACT THAT HE SAVED POPPY AND IS HER FUCKING BOYFRIEND. There was a whole fucking episode about him getting all pissed off at the Techno Trolls for taking over his lagoon in his bunker (which I have to say I'm jealous he has) to have "raves" at like 4am. WHO WOULDN'T BE PISSED OFF??? My upstairs neighbors bang around at all fucking hours of the day and it drives me insane so I get why Branch is mad! BUT WHY DOES NO ONE ELSE? Why is it when he complains he gets told that he's being "unfair" and has to "share"? Fuck that, he was there first! It's not like Trollstopia isn't huge, they can find somewhere else to infest at 4am!

In conclusion, I hate the animated shows because they destroy the relationship between Branch and Poppy and demolish all of Branch's character development, reducing him to the annoying sidekick that always gets cheered at when they get hurt or die tragically.

End of rant. Thank you for sticking with me, I needed to get that off my shoulders. Branch is my favorite character and it infuriates me that he gets the short end of the stick all the time. Enjoy this as a reward:

[mivyts]

Hey can i request a itoshi rin x reader where reader forces him to play roblox 🤡

"What are you doing?" 

You look at Rin, who's borderline pouting at you.

"Playing." You barely spare him a glance before getting your eyes back on your laptop screen.

You're sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed and facing Rin, who has his back against the headboard.

"Come to bed." 

"I am on the bed." You answer, simply.

"Come to sleep." He says, and tugs on one of your feet.

"Rin!" You whine, ticklish. "Wait for this game to get over, it's literally do or die right now."

You know him enough to know that he's got a deadpan look on his face without even peeking at him.

He comes to sit beside you, leaning against you and watching you play. He watches impassively as your character jumps around, trying to stay alive.

"What's this game called?" He asks.

"Outlaster. But it's on Roblox, which is the actual game. It's like...a game in a game."

"What?"

You huff. "You'd be able to understand if you just downloaded the game. We could even play together." You give him a pleading look, casually dropping a hint.

He raises an eyebrow at you, "Is that you?"

He squints at your character in the middle of the screen, dolled up in a silly hat and other things you could afford to get without robux.

"...Yes."

A smile tugs at his lips and you're just the tiniest bit of embarrassed.

"See, it's so cool!" You bring your laptop closer and show him as you play. You explain how Outlaster works and then continue on saying, "And there's like a million more games we can play."

He hums, "Maybe."

"Please?" You frown just the right amount to get him in your palm and then in a few seconds he's caving in with a sigh.

"Fine."

You smile widely as you cheer and give him a kiss on the cheek. His cheeks tint pink. You love that even after being with him for so long, he's still shy sometimes.

He's quiet for the next few minutes until he says, "Now what?"

You look at him to see he's pointed the screen of his phone in your direction, so that you're able to see Roblox opened up.

"Make an account, silly. Then add me."

He goes back to typing on his phone. You look up when you hear a noise of frustration. He's staring angrily at his screen that says the username rinitoshi is taken.

You laugh when he mutters "Why do people use names that aren't theirs..."

"It's not funny!" He sounds genuinely offended.

"You're right, Rin. Sorry." You're still smiling. He shoots you a look from the corner of his eye.

You're concentrated on an intense obby when he speaks up again,

"Okay I'm done, let's play."

You gasp, and hit escape immediately. You leave your Outlaster game and turn to him. "Show me, show me!"

You snicker at his username. "Beststriker, really?"

"It's the truth." He states. You don't disagree.

You search his profile up and quickly add him as a friend. He observes as you hum while searching for a game that the two of you can play together.

"Oh my god." You say, when you spot the perfect game. You join a server and tell Rin to do the same.

"How?"

"It'll come under my name just wait."

When he sees the game that popped up under your profile, he says, "...Are you serious?"

"Please, just join! It's so fun, I swear."

When you see his bacon-head character load onto Sanrio Plushie Tycoon 2, you can't contain your giggles.

"How do you play?" He asks, ignoring the way you seem to be making fun of him.

You explain the game to him, and he gets it in no time. About twenty minutes later, you check the leaderboard with an agape mouth.

"What the fuck. Have you played this game before, Rin? How do you have so much money already?" You exclaim.

"It's just too easy for me." He says.

His tongue sticks out of his mouth just barely, as he concentrates on moving his character around to step on the platforms that lets him buy things. He's gotten far ahead of you in the game, even though you had previous saved progress.

"See, I'm better than you. This is why you shouldn't have made fun of me." He frowns at you.

"I was joking, Rin! You know I love you, right? Tell me your secrets, please..." You plead.

He proceeds to step on not one, but two plushie upgraders, skyrocketing his rate of earning money, all the while staring at you with a straight face. His mouth curls upwards when you whine about it.

"I'll tell you later."

"What do you mean, later?! Just tell me now!" You say, incredulously.

Later (he still hasn't revealed his secrets), you have to convince him to stop playing when your eyelids get too heavy. (He agrees only after you give him a kiss.)

When you're finally cuddled into him in bed, he asks, almost shyly,

"Can we play again, tomorrow?"

You smile. "Yes, please. I'm gonna burn your store down though, you're too good."

It's silent for a few seconds and you think he has fallen asleep until you hear his timid whisper,

"...Can you actually do that?"

[frostedpuffs]

hi ash, do you have a fic rec list of miraculous fics that you have enjoyed? 👀 i’ve watched miraculous for years and been a fan but i’m new to reading miraculous fics 🐞❤️🐈‍⬛💚

i can try! i actually don't read a lot of fanfic, but i can recommend a few I've read that I've enjoyed :) most are one-shots.

Experimental Kisses by MireilleTanaka (komorebirei) Summary: Ladybug watched him. Maybe it was guilt, maybe sympathy, maybe a streak of playfulness. Maybe the traumatic akuma experience had softened her up. Whatever the reason, a thought wafted lazily through her mind and out of her mouth. “You know… you’re right. It isn’t fair, is it?” Chat Noir looked up. “I remember my first kiss, but you don’t.” She hummed and tapped her chin, making a show of remembering. “It wasn’t a bad kiss, but we were in the middle of fighting an akuma, so I didn’t get to enjoy it much, either.” Oops—that came out sounding a little, no, a lot more flirty than she had intended. Anyway, if she was going to commit to this idea, she may as well go all in. Rating: T Comments: a very cute ladynoir kiss fic. i really like the way the author wrote the kisses here!

i think it’s time i told you (i’m a fan of your universe) by a_miiraculer, clairelutra Summary: Years after Hawkmoth’s defeat, Ladybug and Chat Noir have a conversation about life, love, and marriage. Rating: T Comments: a WONDERFUL little one-shot where chat noir buys a ring, and ladybug wonders who it's for. ladynoir.

where roses bloom by @carpisuns Summary: “You’re sick, aren’t you?” He drops down to the balcony. “You’re sick because you love someone and … they don’t love you back.” (Love square Hanahaki AU, Marichat centric) Rating: T Comments: i LOVE LOVE LOVE this fic. a bittersweet marichat centric Hanahaki AU that makes my heart feel things. please read it

whose woods these are (I think I know.) by Reiaji Summary: Four years after his future turns to cinders, Adrien is a servant in the house he was meant to inherit. Disowned by his father and abused by his stepmother, his days are filled with drudgery until he meets a masked huntress in the forest behind his father's chateau. As his friendship with Ladybug turns to first love, he dreams of a future spent at her side. Then, on the eve of the Princess's masquerade, he meets his guardian—and is granted a wish. [Ladrien Cinderella AU] Rating: T Comments: magical ladrien cinderella au. it wouldn't be a fic rec list by me if i didn't recommend the fic that i still think about on a daily basis. the poetic writing, the story, the characters, just...AUGH. i cant even describe how good this story is. I'll admit i wasn't into it at first but by the time i got near the end i COULD NOT PUT THIS FIC DOWN. very good please read. multichapter

Eating (nothing but) Affection by crownedcrusader Summary: Some cats won't eat unless they feel safe. Unless someone they trust is nearby, keeping them company. Unrelated: Adrien has pushed away so many cold meals that he can't eat if he's alone. Rating: G Comments: a sweet fic where adrien doesn't like to eat alone. his friends notice this.

Probably Not The Best Idea by @coffeebanana Summary: When Adrien first offered Ladybug his spare room, it was mostly joke. Not once in a million years did he think she'd actually take him up on the offer. After all, he's the only one who's hopelessly in love. Right? For her part, Ladybug never meant to make a habit out of visiting Adrien. But now that she has, well…spending time with him feels safe. It feels right. So why not give this roommates thing a try? Surely it'll be nice, not having to hide her hero identity in her own home for once, even if she has to hide her civilian identity instead. All in all, it might not be the best idea they've ever had, but…can it really be the worst? And if they happen to get a little more than they bargained for in the process? That's just part of the fun. Rating: T Comments: VERY cute premise, excellent writing, ladrien roommates who are obviously in love with each other, WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR GO READ IT. multichapter

œuf ouch owie by miraculousunflower (ominousunflower) Summary: Chat Noir enlists Rena Rouge's help to create an Aspik illusion. Absolutely nothing goes wrong. Rating: T Comments: literally the funniest gd fic I've ever read in my life. I've never had a fic actually make me laugh out loud before and this one did. i still go back and reread it when i need a laugh. it's like a shitpost in artistic form

L'Autonomie by @xiueryn Summary: After three years, Marinette tells Chat Noir who she is. The only problem is that he doesn't believe her, insisting that her and Marinette couldn't be the same person. With the knowledge he's close to her, she tries to figure out who he is. AU. (mari finds out adrien is chat noir and has fun planting clues to make him believe she's ladybug.) Rating: T Comments: a silly ladynoir and adrinette reveal fic. ladybug tries to convince chat noir she is marinette. he doesn't believe her. it's adorable and i love it

i hope this is enough! happy reading ♥

[romeulusroy]

Sever (Kendall Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Kendall, Logan mention

Word Count: 1,515

Inspired By: Absence by Rio Romeo

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: Nervous to post!!! I thought I might try writing like I used to with my absolute favorite trope lol. I don't know how it'll go and tbh I expect this not to go well, but what can ya do? I didn't make it as dark as I used to write, but I'm definitely up to giving it a try! Let me know what you think my loves!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Resentment sleeps between you. Like a baby, its breath is slow and deep. Peaceful. Blissfully unaware. It pushes you to the opposing edges. There is an ever growing abyss in the middle of the mattress. One wrong move, and you’ll slip. Sometimes, in moments of bravery, you’ll hold your hand out. Pebbles will crack off, falling down, and you hold your breath. You never hear the eventual plop of it hitting the bottom. It goes on forever, the only infinite you can count on. You’ll grip the side, watching the inky black as it stares back at you, and you’ll wonder where it all went wrong. When the crack, so small, so insignificant, tore itself in two, into this. He remains incurious. While he sleeps his body is unmoving, unphased by what lies between you. He remains still, content, his back turned to the cavity, to the truth. This is not a feeling of dread or fate, merely a glimpse. A recurring nightmare that you will fall in. beneath you will collapse. You’ll call for help, but he will choose not to hear you. Lately, it seems, you're going unheard. Your concerns, your fears, your feelings, your screams. You will cry out and no one will be there to grab you, pull you up, hold you. No one will be there to tell you it’s okay, you’re okay. Instead you will fall for forever. One day, however long that takes, centuries later, you will land next to those pebbles and every bone in your body will shatter. They will combust. Turn to dust. You will be a pool of yourself all because he is choosing not to see reality for what it is. Because he thinks this is okay. Because he thinks you’ll get through this. You can’t get through this. It’s too late. It’s always been too late. 

It’s not only resentment. Resentment is the product. The product of ignorance, of anger, of dismissiveness and stupidity.  His own ego. A perfect concoction. A deadly poison you drank with enthusiasm. Everyone in your life knew before you did. They could see that crack, that hairline fracture, but you didn’t listen. He wasn’t always like this, you’d tell yourself. Maybe, maybe not, but it’s what you have to say, over and over, until the words are carved into your skull. Part of you is still fighting for him. Making empty promises to yourself. If he comes home, if he comes home and flashes that familiar smile, you’ll give it another try. If he remembers those flowers you like from that one shop. If he brings you coffee in your mug, the only mug you drink it from. If, if, if. He never does any of this. He never will. You’re trying to resuscitate something that is already dead. Dead and buried, you throw yourself on to the casket. Begging him, it, anyone who will listen: please, this one time, this one time let him show you that you are more important than any of this. All of this. This whole world. Instead he is door slamming and muffled screaming and highs and lows that are unpredictable. He is kissing young, hot strangers and drinking into oblivion. He is exactly the man you married. He always has been. You’ve been fooling yourself the whole time. 

You pretend to be asleep, pulling the covers over your head. His alarm is loud and furious, like his father. He dresses and redresses, caught in a loop. Forever burdened to live the same morning over and over. Insecure, unsure, there is a pile of dress shirts on the floor. A pile you used to pick up, rehang. A pile that used to disappear before he came home. A pile you’d like to set fire to. Forever trying to impress blood that wouldn’t care if he swam or drowned. He hums to himself, tying his tie, checking himself over. You count the minutes until he is gone. Dressed, shaved, cologne so thick you could choke on it. He picks up coffee on the way when there is a perfectly good, perfectly expensive machine, sitting in the kitchen. His phone, fully charged, is already vibrating with missed calls, missed texts, missed connections. You used to wonder if he had your number blocked or muted, every opportunity to reach out going straight to voicemail. Now you don’t wonder. Now you don’t call. Now you wait for him to leave, for the front door to carelessly bang shut before you start your day. You step over the pile of clothes in the walk in closet. You ignore the double sinks in the master bathroom. You leave the bed unmade. Instead, you make your coffee. From the machine. With your favorite mug. You linger in the kitchen, living room, what would have been the nursery. All the places untouched by his presence. This is more your home than his, but it is both your names on the paperwork. Both your names in the engraved wine glasses. Both your names in those vows. You sip and sit and picture a life much happier than this one. 

Maybe in another lifetime. 

When you’re done, you wash it by hand, leaving it in the sink to dry. It remains the only proof of your existence. Undisturbed the rest of the house remains. Even the cushions you curled into have resumed their correct place. This house isn’t the only thing rejecting you. Like a foreign organ, a transplant, everything and everyone knows you don’t belong. He doesn’t want you here, why should they? Back in the bedroom you dress. The clothes wait and watch, but you can’t stand to touch them, look at them. More proof of his failings. You could tell him all the ways he was important and impactful until your lips were blue. He wouldn’t listen. He needed to hear it from them, from him. Your side of the walk-in closet is pristine. You take down a few shirts, a few pairs of pants, moving mindlessly. You remember first moving in, wondering how you could fill this huge space? Now it felt cluttered, suffocating. His things were everywhere. He was everywhere. You found it in the corner, unused. He always promised a big getaway, wherever you wanted, just the two of you. How many years was that? You hoped against hope, every anniversary, every birthday. He had the means, just not the care. You wanted to stop, but you couldn’t. The dreams you had for your marriage, your life, they’re still alive. Naive, stupid, it didn’t matter. You were both. You don’t have time to fold them all, the want. You never expected it to go like this. You never wanted it to. But one more night in that bed would kill you. Your spirits, your desires, every foolish idea and notion about what love is and was and will be. One more night against that drop and you might just fall in. 

Toothbrush, toothpaste, soaps and conditioners and scrubs. You live two totally separate lives. You only seem at the beginning and the end. He is the sun. Sunrise, sunset. You grab everything you can, zipping it shut. On the edge of the mattress you wonder if you should leave a note, to explain. Explain what? Haven’t you said everything you can? Haven’t you cried and asked and put it every possible way and still, still he has not done one thing to show you that he is listening, that what you say matters. Absorbed in bloodlines and successors and medieval rituals his father loves, the bloodshed. You can’t do it anymore. You can’t be second, or third, or fourth in line for his attention, his priority list. You’ve put up with it for far too long. You know your silence, the absence, will be more impactful than anything you have ever or will ever say. You gave him his ultimatum and he refused to change. Now it is your turn to act. Rolling the suitcase out, you turn off the light. If you didn’t know it, if you were a stranger looking in, you’d never even know you existed. The things you’d need were packed away. The only thing that remained of you was your mug. That he could keep, as a reminder. Next time he chose them over someone he was supposed to spend his lifetime loving, caring, hearing. Next time, when he tripped over himself to impress his father. If there was a next time, that mug would stand for everything he ruined. He messed up. He ignored. Next time, he should think twice. You leave your keys on the table, watching the crack in the mattress shrink just a bit. It can’t be fixed, this can’t be fixed, but it knows you’re doing the right thing. 

So many years you spent married to Kendall. So many years you could never get back. But you’d have more after. After him. After this, you’d find real love. Whatever this was, whatever it had been, you were kidding yourself. You know this now. Will he?

[trashyswitch]

Chapter 21: The Tickle Community Flags

Luigi and Mario head home from their dinner with their family. Mario learns about the tickle community flags, while Luigi learns how to be honest about what tickles he desires.

They are back! This fanfic will talk a slight bit about the fetish community, but only about the flags. And I promise that this time, Luigi doesn't have an opinion on the whole thing. He's just neutral, and that's how it'll stay. I hope you enjoy.

After they got home, Mario and Luigi plopped themselves onto the couch for a few moments. “Gosh…What a night…” Mario muttered breathlessly. 

Strangely enough, Luigi didn’t respond to his brother. In fact, the only answer Mario got from his brother was pre-recorded laughter coming from Luigi’s phone. 

Mario turned to look at Luigi, immediately recognizing the laughter. He leaned in to look at the video, and started laughing softly as he watched the funny video of Uncle Arthur and Uncle Tony tickling the hell out of their Papa. “I always knew Papa was ticklish, but…not this ticklish.” Mario added. 

Luigi giggled. “I know, right?! Makes me wanna get him back for all those years of him playing the tickle monster.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario chuckled. “I might just offer to help you.” Mario added. 

Luigi looked at Mario with surprise. “Wait, really?!” Luigi reacted. 

“Well, yeah. Revenge was bound to happen eventually, right?” Mario added. 

Luigi chuckled. “True…” 

Mario turned to look at Luigi. “You said you had flags to show me?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded and hummed, pulling up the picture for the ticklee flag. “This was the flag I was gonna show you first.” Luigi admitted as he showed his phone to Mario. 

Mario looked at the picture and smiled. “Usually the colors mean something. What do they mean?” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled and looked at Mario. “The dark blue and turquoise colors are supposed to represent trust and security.” He said. “I don’t know which represents which, but I do know for sure that the yellow line in the middle represents laughter.” Luigi added, pointing to the yellow stripe in the middle. 

Mario nodded and smiled as he scrolled down. “What about red and pink?” Mario asked. 

“The red and pink and yellow flag is the tickler flag. I think the red represents excitement, and the pink represents playfulness.” Luigi admitted. 

And the blue, turquoise, yellow, pink and red flag represents switches?” Mario asked with a smirk. 

“Y-Yes.” Luigi replied. 

Mario smiled and pointed to the Tumblr. “Who’s @your-fav-loves-tickles?” Mario asked. 

“Oh! They came up with the flags. They also used to upload these pictures of characters with their respective flags on it, stating that ‘this character is a [blank]’.” Luigi explained. “For example: “Freddy Fazbear is a lee.” Luigi explained. 

“Is that confirmed?” Mario asked. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders. “I think Tumblr deleted their account, sadly…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario clicked his tongue. “That sucks…” Mario muttered. 

“But the flag post has been reblogged so much through the community, that…no one has forgotten the creator.” Luigi added. “We can’t open their Tumblr anymore, but we know their name.” Luigi mentioned. 

Mario smiled and clicked the back button on Google, and tilted his head when he saw them. “Is this…” Mario turned Luigi’s phone to show him the light purple and dark purple striped flag with feathers on it. And beside it, was a dark blue and black striped flag with red feathers on it. 

Luigi hummed. “Right, that’s the tickle fetish flag.” Luigi replied. 

Mario hummed. “Fetish flag?” Mario asked. Luigi nodded his head. “Yup. Some people like tickling for different reasons. Some people like it for innocent reasons, some people like it for sexual reasons.” Luigi explained. “And some people like it for both.” Luigi explained. 

Mario looked at the flags. “So these lee, ler and switch flags don’t represent both sides?” Mario asked. 

“Nope. The NSFW side has its own set of flags.” Luigi told him. 

Mario nodded his head and looked up [tickle flag] on his own phone. “Which flag do you go by?” Mario asked. 

“The switch flag.” Luigi replied. “What about you?” Luigi asked with a smile. 

Mario looked up at Luigi. “I’m not really part of the community.” Mario admitted. 

“But you’re an ally.” Luigi added. 

Mario chuckled. “I guess…but…” Mario muttered. 

Luigi smiled. “That counts, Mario. Just like with the LGBTQ+ community, we need ally’s just as much as we need members.” Luigi told him. “In fact, in this community, we’re in dire need of ally’s.” Luigi added. 

Mario smiled and clicked something on his screen. “Switch flag: printed.” Mario said as he got up. 

Luigi watched as Mario got up off the couch. “Printed?? For what?” Luigi asked. 

Mario smiled. “For representation.” Mario told him. “You deserve a tickle pride flag on your wall.” Mario told him. 

Luigi smiled brightly and got up off the couch. He ran to the kitchen, grabbed the scissors and removed some pieces of tape while Mario took the paper off the printer and cut out the switch pride flag. Placing it upside down in front of his brother, Luigi rolled the tape pieces up and placed the tape pieces onto the back of the paper, before putting the paper flag up onto the wall. “There.” Luigi said, smiling as he looked at the wall. 

“It’s perfect.” Mario said with a smile. “But…One more thing:” Mario taped something else up on the wall. “There. Now it’s perfect.” Mario said before crossing his arms. 

Luigi looked at the wall and blushed deeply upon seeing it…It was the purple feather from back when they were at the daycare. Luigi sighed and rubbed his arm as a wobbly smile grew onto his face. 

Mario giggled. “Did I put you in a lee mood?” Mario asked. 

Luigi whined and covered his mouth. “Noooo.” Luigi muttered. 

Mario smirked and leaned in. “You wouldn’t happen to be lying now…would you?” Mario asked. 

Luigi uncovered his right eye using his fingers, and looked down. “.....Maaaybe…” Luigi muttered next. 

Mario giggled and wiggled his fingers at him. “Tickle tickle~” he teased. 

Luigi squeaked and covered his eyes again, shaking his head. “Nooohohohooo.” Luigi whimpered. 

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Mario teased again, bringing his fingers closer to Luigi while wiggling his fingers slightly faster. 

Luigi let out a few squeaky giggles and doubled over slightly, bending his knees while he slightly curled himself up like an adorable hedgehog. 

“What’s another tease…Oh! Coochy coochy coo~!” Mario teased, poking Luigi’s right side. 

Luigi squeaked and uncovered his face, curling away from the finger before giggling from pure bashfulness. “EEEheheheeee! Mahario nooo!” Luigi begged. 

“Okay.” Mario replied, stopping. “But what about the ears?” He asked, bringing his hand up to Luigi’s left ear. 

Despite the visible need to move away, Luigi pushed through and let Mario’s finger tickle against his ear. “Swirly-swirly-swirly-swirrrrl~” Mario teased. 

Luigi let out many squeaky giggles, snorting occasionally. “Heeheeheeheehee! *snort* Nuhuhuhuuuu!” Luigi giggled. 

“Ooohoho, but yes!!” Mario then did the unthinkable: He started scratching on the back part of Luigi’s ear…

And Luigi squealed super loudly and curled his neck, before giggling all hysterically. “HAHAHAhahahahaha! Whyhyhy thehehehere?!” Luigi asked, skittering away and holding the back of his ear. 

Mario chuckled. “Because someone mentioned they liked being tickled there.” Mario reminded him. “Someone I happen to know very, very well…” he added. 

Luigi bit his lip and looked down. The difficult part was…he had a point. He had a big point. He had told Mario on Monday night that he loved ear tickles. And…he was going to either regret saying it, or be thankful for saying it. Or maybe a mix of both…who knows. 

Luigi let out a breath. “Okahahahay.” Luigi replied. 

Mario stopped tickling. “Okay what? Okay ‘that’s enough’? Or ‘okay I want more’?” Mario asked next. 

“The…the second option.” Luigi admitted. 

“What was the second option again?” Mario asked, acting completely oblivious. 

Luigi whined and audibly groaned. “Mario, Stoooop!” Luigi whined. 

“I’m not doing anything! I’m just asking you to clarify what you mean by ‘the second option’.” Mario told him. 

Luigi grunted and covered his face. “You suck.” Luigi muttered. 

“Like a vacuum?” Mario teased. 

Luigi couldn’t stop the laugh that left his mouth. “No, like a leaf blower.” Luigi replied. 

Mario laughed a bit at that. “Well, I don’t know how else to explain this: Tell me what you want, and where you want it.” Mario told him. 

“Ihi wahahant more tickles…on my ears.” Luigi told him. 

“Very well!” Mario walked up and started tickling his right ear gently with his fingers. “Ear tickles coming right up.” 

Luigi snorted right away and tilted his head towards the fingers, giggling and showing off his dorky, toothy smile right away. “Ohohoho gohohohosh! Hahahahahaha!” Luigi laughed. 

Mario smiled and tickled around the crevices and folds of Luigi’s ears. “Coochy coochy coochy coo, Luigi~!” Mario teased. “Listen to that perfect little Lee-uigi laugh!” Mario teased. 

Luigi could feel the warm blush on his face heating up upon hearing that. Baby teases?! AND nicknames?! Why must he do this to him?! What part made him start teasing in this fashion?! Was it the fact that he lied before?! Is his brother looking for an apology from him for lying to him?! 

“Yohohohou’re beheheing uhuhunfahahair!” Luigi reacted. 

Mario smirked. “Oh I am, am I?” Mario teased. 

“Yeheah!” Luigi replied rather confidently considering the circumstances. 

Mario shook his head. “If this is unfair…” Mario then laid Luigi down onto the floor and gently placed his hand onto Luigi’s cheek to keep his head turned to the side. With his head effectively immobilized, Mario started dragging his finger very slowly around the folds of his ear. “Then THIS must be SUPER unfair.” Mario added in actuality.

Luigi started wiggling his limbs around and giggling in short spurts as he struggled to cope with such slow, overwhelmingly evil tickles. To make matters worse (or better), Luigi’s head was being held down in a position that limited his movements from the shoulders up. So even if he wanted to shake his head, he just couldn’t. The fact that Mario had the palm of his hand flat against the cheek with his fingers on the facial muscles surrounding the ear…it was something only a skilled tickle community member could possibly come up with. There had to be something he wasn’t telling him. Because no person ever masters a skill in a week! How can someone outside of the community know so many tickle strategies in so little time?! 

“Ihihihi’m sohohorryhyhy.” Luigi admitted. 

“For what? You didn’t do anything.” Mario asked next. 

Luigi looked at him. “Yohou’re not-” Luigi moved Mario’s hand away from his ear. He tried his best to keep talking despite his face being pushed down somewhat. “You’re not mad that I lied to you earlier?” Luigi asked. 

Mario tilted his head. “You lied to me? When?” Mario asked, genuinely forgetting. He removed his hand from Luigi’s cheek, letting Luigi turn his head back forward. 

“Wh-…” Luigi looked up and bit his lip. “When I said I wasn’t in a lee mood…and then you said ‘are you lying to me’.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario chuckled. “No. I’m not mad about that at all.” Mario admitted. “I know that you lie when you want to be tickled.” Mario said. “You…You seriously thought I was gonna be mad at you for that?” Mario asked. 

Luigi bit his lip and nodded his head. “If you were mad…then I might get tickled more…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario chuckled and closed his eyes as he shook his head with a smile. “Luigi…you wanted ear tickles, right? That’s what I was giving you. Do you want me to continue? Or do you wanna go to bed?” Mario asked him. 

Luigi smiled and turned his head to the left side again. “A couple more minutes…then I can go to bed.” Luigi told him. 

“Hear you loud and clear!” Mario placed his right hand on Luigi’s right ear. But then, Mario moved Luigi’s head forward so his head was straight. With the head straightened out, Mario placed the left fingers on his left ear and started to skitter. “How about I do both ears this time?” Mario asked. 

Luigi jumped and started letting out squeaky giggles with snorts in between. “EEEheeehee! *snort* Ohoho- *snort* Ohohoho gohosh! *snort* Heeheehehehe!” Luigi giggled. 

“Which ear tickles more? The right?” Mario tickled the right ear only.

Luigi snorted and covered his mouth instinctively, not wanting Mario to hear his snort. “MMMHMHMHMHmhmhmhmmm!” Luigi let out a muffled whine. 

“Hey!” Mario tickled his fingers onto the skin right behind the ear. “No covering up your laugh. You know this.” Mario ordered as he booped his nose. 

Luigi squeezed his eyes shut as he uncovered his mouth. “NAHAHAHA!” Luigi cackled. When Mario moved his right fingers back onto the right ear, He went back to calmer laughter. “Hahahahaha! HEheheheheheee!” Luigi giggled. 

“Alright, good. What about the left?” Mario asked, tickling his left ear alone with his left hand. “Does the left tickle more?” He asked. 

Luigi snorted yet again. “HAhahahahaha! Kihihindahaha? Ihihi thihihink?” Luigi replied. 

“I see.” Mario replied. 

Luigi did all he could to not cover up his mouth. He didn’t want the secret spot to be tickled again. Not yet, anyway. But when I say it was hard, it was REALLY hard. To the point that Luigi’s laughter sounded slightly strained, and not entirely freeing. And it didn’t take long for Mario to notice this. He stopped his hands. “You look like you’re struggling. Do you want me to keep your hands out of the way for you? Or do you want to be allowed to cover your mouth?” Mario asked. 

Luigi looked up at Mario and thought for a moment. “Just…I think I want to cover my mouth.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario nodded his head and straightened Luigi’s head. “Let’s give this a try.” Mario told him as he started to flutter his fingers on the ear. 

Luigi giggled and started snorting almost right away. “HEhehehehehe- *snort* HAHAhahahaha! *snort* Gahahahahaha-” Luigi finally covered his mouth and continued giggling while muffling them with his hand. 

“So cute…” Mario teased. “I can’t wait to tell Peach about this tomorrow.” Mario teased. 

Luigi uncovered his mouth. “Wahahahait- Ahahabout whahahahat?” Luigi asked. 

“About how adorable you are!” Mario replied. “Buhuhut- shehehe knohows thahahat.” Luigi replied. 

“So you admit it?” Mario asked with a chuckle. “You admit that you’re cute?” Mario clarified. 

Luigi whined and covered his face, growing more and more embarrassed. “Mmmhmhmhmhmhmm.” Luigi muffled. 

Mario smirked and poked his belly button. “You didn’t answer me.” He told him. Luigi screeched and covered his belly, doubling over and laughing. “You admit that you’re adorable?” Mario asked again, grabbing his shoulder and poking his side repeatedly. 

“Nohohoho!” Luigi replied, pushing Mario with his one hand as best he could. “Ihihi’m nohohohot!” Luigi told him. 

Mario chuckled and poked Luigi a few more times before stopping. “There. You got your fill for the night?” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled and nodded his head almost like a shy puppy. “Yeah…” he replied awkwardly. 

“Alright. I’m gonna shower and head to bed.” Mario told him. 

Luigi nodded and got himself into his PJ’s. “Sounds good.” 

While Mario went to get ready for bed, Luigi hopped onto his phone and decided to do some fanfic reading while he waited. He checked up on any fanfictions from his online friends, and began to reply to new DM’s from his online friends. A lot of the posts he was seeing were posts about dealing with lee moods on their own…and how lonely that can get. And while he understood that…he felt really lucky in that regard. Lucky that he could just tell Mario about the tickle community. Lucky to have someone who can tickle him when he’s in a lee mood, and let Luigi tickle him when he’s in a ler mood. It felt…comforting for him…but almost unfair in that aspect. Because not everybody has a twin sibling that’s a member or an ally of the community. 

Speaking of ler moods…reading all these stories had ended up stirring up a ler mood inside him. But…even if he wanted to act on it…he would have to wait till morning to do such a thing. Mario had to sleep. And frankly, Luigi should be asleep too. But he still couldn’t let go of the daydreams of tickle fights with his brother at 12am. 

One hour turned to two hours. Two hours turned to three hours. And Luigi was still awake due to the overwhelming tickler mood. He could imagine himself making Mario laugh and cackle with just a few pokes to the ribs, or cackle thanks to a few skittering fingers in his armpits. Gosh, even the idea of poking in Mario’s belly button made him want to smile. 

His imagination was going haywire, and he was struggling to stop it. The thoughts were driving him crazy…and the idea of waiting for morning was making time go way too slow. He could feel himself getting unbelievably antsy. He couldn’t sit still. The silence of the room was killing him…

Not able to take much more of this, Luigi quickly pulled out his phone. He pulled up a certain profile on Tumblr, and clicked the anonymous asking area. He started to type something into the message area, and checked it over. Then, he added his usual trademark hat emoji, before sending the message. Maybe someone in the tickle community would be able to help him out during this overwhelming, desperate ler mood.

Only one way to find out. 

[mysterycharacterbracket]

Round L7, Poll #5

Remember, this is the losers bracket. The winner of this poll will advance to the 8th round, and the loser will be revealed and eliminated.

We have another rematch! This time we are rematching the characters in round W2, Poll #9.

Character 56: At first silent and mysterious, it turns out he's just super awkward, sheltered, and terrified about being stuck in the middle of a war. He's not a coward, he just has to be cautious. He gets mocked for looking too pretty, but honestly I need this man's hair care routine, he's looking IMMACULATE versus everyone else being covered in grime and blood and flees. All he had was his father figure and devotion to God to help him through life, but then he lost both of them in an epiphany while two sides fight over who gets to keep him and people are actively dying around him. He decides, fuck it and fuck God, I'll make paradise on Earth with my own hands if I have to. He's a pacifistic babygirl but also ready to allow terrible crimes if it'll get him to his end goal. He ends up getting corrupted on his path to creating peace and paradise. He's the narrative foil to the protagonist. He serves cunt with his looks while his rival is constantly looking scruffy and beat to shit, but that contrast just makes him realize that maybe people go too far in their goals. Yes, he's turning mad from the power, but he's not gonna SHOW it. He has STANDARDS.

Character 294: He's got daddy issues. He got fire powers. He's got rage. He's a villain that became a protagonist. He's popularly shipped with the female lead character but they don't get together in canon. He's got a red and black colour scheme. (NOTE: This is the first of two characters submitted with the same description.)

[nateofgreat]

Alright, the ROP rumors have forced my hand. I'm going to give my thoughts on them.

"Season 2 will begin with a flashback to the creation of the universe."

Might I ask, why? Even if they nail the portrayal itself what narrative purpose could it serve at this stage in the show?

To show that Sauron was there? They already had Sauron confirm he was there for it in S1.

To introduce Melkor? They already did that in the opening of S1, more than that they explained Sauron's connection to him too.

I don't see a purpose other than it being a thing that people recognize. For that reason, I wouldn't be surprised if this rumor turned out to be true.

"Tom Bombadil and Goldberry will be confirmed to be Morgoth and Ungoliant serving out their sentence."

Yeah, no way. They don't even have the rights to use Ungoliant for one thing and I doubt even they'd go as far as to have Morgoth become a jolly hermit and claim it's punishment.

Now what I can see them doing is suggesting that Tom (if he does appear) used to be evil in some way. I can see them doing that under the misguided notion that it adds complexity and makes him "morally gray" when that's really not the point of his character. As far as I know he's supposed to represent the spirit of Tolkien's English countryside, so it'd be a bit weird to make him the ultimate evil in Middle Earth.

Also how the heck would Ungoliant end up as Goldberry? Last we heard of her she got so hungry she ate herself alive, lol.

"Sauron will go back to Eregion again, this time disguised as Celeborn."

This one I can unfortunately see happening. They've already hinted (after everyone complained) that they're going to have Sauron double-back to Eregion and repeat his entire infiltration plan to forge the other rings. Which in itself is one of the worst ideas I've ever heard but regardless...

They still don't have the rights to the story of Annatar, so Sauron will need another disguise. And if they don't want Galadriel to deliberately hide the truth from the elves again, it'll have to be a disguise that fools her. Hence, Celeborn.

This would serve their shipbait purposes as to appease the only fans they do have (the shippers). I know it sounds like something straight out of a soap opera but that's about at the level of Rings of Power anyways, so hey.

"Sauron has a son who was killed by Adar."

... Why?

[happyk44]

Thinking about that long form feral!Jason fic I wanna write but probably never will get around to doing so, and like. It would be such a disappoint to just keep my meandering thoughts in my head, right?

As far as plot goes, it'll probably end up being more character driven introspective than plot important. Like yeah there's a plot they're following because it wouldn't be PJO without a stupid quest but that's really just an excuse to bustle everyone together. Thought process is Thanatos goes missing ala SoN and Nico, flocked by Hazel and Jason, drags Percy and Thalia along to help find him because - idk, he just does. Cousin outing lmao.

Hazel is alive for no other reason than I want her to be. She was a "gift" from Zagreus as thanks for Nico helping out in the war, because he was annoyed Nico got snubbed in all the congratulations. Naturally Bianca was Nico's first thought but she was like "Nico, fuck off with that shit" and directed him to their lonely sister sitting beneath a tree and poof. Hazel.

Leo was in the Kronos army and ran away at the end of the war, because he didn't trust the gods or CHB not to kill him. He wasn't really a fighter - he just made their armor and weapons, so he wasn't technically even in the actual battle, which made it a lot easier to escape detection.

He also lives with Piper now - idk if I want to include my mute!Piper thoughts, and I'm murky on how Piper and Leo will get brought into the mix. I do know it will be a "Nico knows a guy" situation. But anyway Piper and Leo live together. Idk how they met - probably crashed into each other or caught one another stealing shit or Piper saw Leo and thought "opportunity to make my dad pay attention to me" and took him with her or whatever. Obviously it doesn't work, but Leo sticks around because Piper enjoys having a friend, and he's the one who pieces together that Piper is a daughter of Aphrodite, and warns her from ever going to CHB. Up in the air if she knows his background regarding the war and shit by this point, but they're the people they have so they're tight.

Frank's backstory is more or less the same, except after training in Camp Jupiter for a couple weeks, he's like "no. I can't do this. This is awful. How do I get back to Canada and the snow?" And then Nico pops up doing his ambassador to Pluto thing (bc while both camps know about each other now, they haven't yet started mingling and Nico is aware that Octavian has... issues).

Anyway Nico is trying to get the scope of the place, wondering it would be a good place for Hazel to live so she doesn't have to hang out in the Underworld all the time, which she doesn't mind for the most part - but she does want to socialize and make friends with living people. And Nico thinks that she'll probably have a better time with the Romans than the Greeks, because they'll associate her more with wealth.

He and Frank bump into each other and Nico realizes Frank is trying to escape camp. Offers to help him and gets Hazel and Jason who help him leave in the middle of the night, while Nico socializes publicly with the other cohorts, so that like. No one gets suspicious that Frank disappeared right after Nico showed up. On their journey back to Canada, Frank discovers his shapeshifting powers.

Currently the POVs are probably gonna be a switch between Thalia and Percy. But maybe others will join in as the story flows.

Also Jason really likes Frank's shaping shifting powers, and every time they visit him and his grandma, Frank turns into a wolf (or bear or other large predator animal) and lets Jason wrestle him. Frank does not enjoy this as much as Jason does. Jason also has to wear a muzzle inside the house as per Grandma Zhang's rules, because he "does not know to keep his teeth behind his lips". Despite this, he is a decent-ish wolf pup with her, and will grumble loudly but let her click the muzzle on with only a few pitiful whines.

[bluegalaxygirl]

Ruthless (Zosan X Reader) P3

Plot: Beast off the walking dead series. After the governor attacks your people you head back to help plan an attack back. Luffy's not happy with being left out so ends up following only to end up at the governors town.

Warning: Death, blood, violence, reader being unhinged, bad language.

Reader is a gunslinger of the crew and the younger sibling to Rick. This isn't accurate to the show but it does contain characters and plot lines, deaths have been added that aren't apart of the show. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, Established relationship, Reader is GN.

P1 - P2 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - P9 - P10 - P11

With the large map laid out on the table and several people gathered around while you and your group talk about a plan, others have come to watch either leaning on the railings up in the walk ways or sitting on the floor. Rick had picked a main group who will be coming with you two to take down the governor. Daryl, Michonne, Maggie, Glen and a bunch more people were more than happy to help out. Taking a marker you circled places on the map "Ok, theses are the areas of interest, we have the town hall where the Governor live, it would be a good target if it wasn't heavily guarded and in the middle of town, then we have the kitchen, its easier to get into with it being closer to the walls but it'll be well guarded too, and then we have the arena" you pause for a minute remembering the last time you were there, they made people fight walkers for fun. "That's where we'll make our attack" you lean over with a blue marker as Glen walks closer "are you sure? It'll be busy and its full of walkers" you can hear the concern in his voice but when you smile up at him he seems to relax a little "That's the whole point, Their most likely going to celebrate tonight and probably use our people in the arena, but we all know how the governor is, he'll make a grand show of it and leave our people till last." You put blue x's around the arena and then get a green marker circling the building close by. "After dark and while their all enjoying the show we'll have everyone set up, the blue is where i want your best long range shooters and the green is where our people will be, we'll go in their clear the building out and then Glen and Maggie will get our people out of there.

Rick walks up next to you and nods looking over the map "It's too simple" Michonne's walks over her arms over her chest "This is the base plan" you explain looking down at the map again "We don't know what to expect when we go in, if anything goes wrong the base plan will always be in place, so we have something to follow. now we talk about expanding on the plan" your words manage to make the normal stoic woman smile a little and you can't help but smile back. "Now i'm open to ideas" after you say that people start speaking up even those who aren't going want to input stuff and your more than happy for it, you take it all into consideration and start building up a plan with your brother. You started making out distraction points on the map and things they can use if anything goes wrong. "Ok i think we have this down now right?" Rick asks looking over at you form where he now sat on a metal chair, you've all been at this for hours but finally have a base plan and another plan on top "Yep, tonight we get in get our people out alive and kill the governor either in the arena or in the town hall. We'll steal food from the kitchen but if it doesn't work out abandon that bit, and if possible release the walkers that are caged up around the arena." Everyone nodded as Rick stood and started telling people what to do.

Woodbury was much nicer than anyone thought, the streets where clean houses looked nice and the fences around the place were thick and well guarded, people standing on platforms or on top of over turned vehicles with large guns in their hands. As the armed men went off to do their own thing Luffy, Robin, Zoro and Sanji followed the governor, people wave as they passed carrying baskets of fruit or equipment, they were dressed nice and looked very clean. Some girls even had makeup on, Zoro's grip on Sanji's arm got tighter every time his eyes lingered on a girl for too long. It pissed him off, but he didn't want to start a fight when he was too cautious about this place. Everything felt wrong, people where too happy and too well-fed for a place supposedly not doing too well. "We managed to rebuild quite well, have our own gardens and farm area" The governor rambled on but luffy wasn't paying too much attention, when ever anyone walked past with a basket of food he'ed stretch his arm out and take one without them knowing and eating it quickly.

Robin tried to hold in her laugh at it, but she was very interested in what the governor was saying, it seemed like they had a very good life here even though he said the marines have been bothering them "Im guessing they take a cut then" Robin speaks up getting the mans attention who gives her a sad look "Yes, iv been trying to hide it from my people, i didn't want them to worry, i wanted them to live happily here after all the horror's they've seen." Luffy looks up at the man after swallowing yet another piece of food and wiping his mouth "Well at least you don't have to worry anymore" the captain laughs with a smile but Zoro just glares holes into the governor head, Sanji bumps Zoro's shoulder lightly getting his attention, "Stop staring" the cook whispers earning an eye twitch from the swordsman "You stop staring and fawning over girl" Zoro grits his teeth as the two fall behind a little to have a quiet argument "That's not what i meant, if you keep staring like that he's gonna think were on to him" Sanji whispers back, the cigarette in his mouth being clenched down on with force. Zoro raises an eyebrow watching the cook sigh and look back at the three ahead of them "I feel somethings wrong too, this place is wrong but if we play along we'll find out more" Sanji puffs on his cigarette as he takes the swordsman's hand and give it a quick squeeze. Zoro squeezes back looking at his Captain and Robin "Fine".

The four sat down in a large outdoor area where people where eating and playing music, it was fun if it wasn't so fake in their eyes. Luffy seemed to be the only one oblivious to that fact but their Captain seemed to take the governors word for it and enjoyed the food and music. "I'm sorry it's not alot, your probably used too much better and bigger food" A girl with blonde wavy hair walks over making Sanji gulp "No the foods amazing" he smiles happy to see another pretty girl, Zoro sighs and looks away form the cook annoyed at his action. Sanji gets up and takes the girls hand kissing it "My name is Sanji and you are?" he asks looking up at her but not letting her go, her cheeks go slightly red before pulling her hand away and moving some wavy hair out of her face "I'm Andrea, it's nice to meet you all" she smiles looking at the rest of the small group "The governor said you were pirates but there's only four of you?" she raises an eyebrow, Zoro reaches across the table to try and stop luffy from saying anything but the captain is too fast standing up and jumping up to the girl "That's right but i do have more crew mates back on the ship and one here that were looking for... I'm monkey D Luffy, The captain of the straw hat pirates and one day i'm going to be king of the pirates" The big smile on his face makes her eyes light up but Sanji sighs mentally face palming while Robin holds in a giggle and Zoro lays his face on the table, his arms still out stretched across it.

Andrea looks at them all before turning back to luffy "Im sure you will be, you seem like the determined type." Zoro looks up at her, she seemed genuine not fake or lying like the governor and most of the other people "The governor did mention you were looking for someone but i didn't get their name, maybe i can help, iv been around his island a lot over the years" Sanji leans against the table getting the girl's attention "We're looking for-" he was cut off by Andrea's name being called it sounded argent as the governor walked over and grabbed her hand "Your late, the meeting already started" his gaze is angry as he looks at her and Sanji bits down on his cigarette as he stood up straight "The meeting is in an hour plus i was just-"Andrea try's to respond only to get pulled away "No it got moved up come on" he voice full of anger now so Sanji reaches out and grabs the governor arm, heads turn towards the commotion and the music stops, some men get up and place their hands on the guns attached to their belts while Zoro places his hand on his swords. "That's no way to treat a lady, please be nicer" Sanji smiles, it wasn't a kind one though, it was filled with disgust. The governor lets go of Andrea and nods "Your right, i'm sorry, i shouldn't have acted that way, thank you" he says looking at Sanji then Andrea "Im sorry dear, but we are late so please come with me" he holds out his hand which the girl smiles and takes walking off the the governor while waving goodbye to the group.

The music goes back to normal and the men sit down, the tension vanishing form the open area "Did you notice?" Robin whispers getting her crews attention "Notice what?" Luffy asks sitting back down next to the woman as Sanji puts out his cigarette "I only saw out the corner of my eye, but he was over there for a while, he only stepped in when you were about to say our friend's name" Her tone was serious and Zoro nodded "Yea i thought i felt someone looking at us but i didn't know it was him" The swordsman takes a quick look around as he talks. "Do you guys think he knows Y/N?" Luffy asks the group turning to him and nodding "Well then why doesn't he just tell us?" Luffy pouts getting a little angry "Its not safe to talk here, we should get back to the ship and talk to the others" Sanji whispers leaning down on the table "Yea lets go" Luffy nods standing up and heading out with the others.

None of the crew liked the situation, Luffy, Robin, Zoro and Sanji got back without any problems, they walked out without so much as a word from the guards and headed back to the ship to talk with everyone. "They differently know something" Nami glares as she writes on the map she's making while sitting at one of the tables in the aquarium bar. "I think that Andrea girl you mentioned differently knows Y/N, why else would he step in" Franky nods sitting on the booth chair sipping on his drink earning a nod from chopper and Usopp who sat close by "They have a lot of weapons and people, plus we haven't seen a walking corpse yet even though Y/N said they were all over the place so i don't think attacking them to get information is a good idea" Robin smiles knowing that's what Luffy wanted to do. The captain groans flopping back on the booth chair watching the fish swim around "I just want to see Y/N's cool prison" Zoro can't help but laugh at his captain as he whines. "I say we sneak in and check things out maybe even get Andrea alone" Nami pipes up again rolling up her map and putting string around it. "I doubt they will let us back in" Robin leans back thinking for a moment until Sanji places a bottle of wine on the table "Not unless we bring gifts" he smiles.

Sanji cooked up a storm in the kitchen while some of the other started boxing up drinks to take with them, it was a lot but if they could get in and find you while also finding out why that place is so weird then it would be worth it. Plus Sanji would love to feed all the lovely lady's that place has. Once everything was done most of the crew headed out, Franky and Brook stayed behind to protect the ship while the rest of them head out all holding something in their arms well except Luffy who was pouting the whole way wanting to eat the food Sanji made only to get kicked away by the cook. Making it to one of the large over turned vehicle where two people stood, a man and a woman, the crew stopped. "Hay there were back." Luffy smiles up at them as their guns raise "Hay wait a minute, we wanted to say thank you for your hospitality and since you've been struggling we thought we could share our food and drink with you" Sanji yells up holding a massive covered dish in his hand. The woman grabs a radio and talks into it for a while before nodding, the man gets down and opens the gate for them "Thank you" he smiles at them letting them walk in and then guiding them to a large building where nearly everyone is gathered.

[justagalwhowrites]

whatever you do, don’t imagine Joel finding a little kitten while on patrol… obviously the runt of a litter, left behind. Don’t imagine him wrapping a tiny kitten in his big warm flannel shirt, holding it close to him while riding back to Jackson. Don’t imagine him trying to nurse it back to health, keeping it warm by wearing a hoodie and having the kitten in the little pocket at the front. Waking up every few hours to hand feed it so it can grow. Talking to the tiny baby so softly, saying everything will be alright. He would probably play the kitten some songs on his guitar because that seems like a Joel thing to do.

And once the danger is over and the kitten is healthy, he’ll carry it gently over to Bambis house. Still wrapped in his flannel because the kitten loves it and he tells it all about Bambi and how she’s gonna take care of it so well and how they’re gonna help each other feel better and keep each other company when he can’t be there 😭😭🥺

I need to see Joel Miller with a kitten 😂😭

OH

MY

GOD

BESTIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I love this so much! Joel picking up the tiny little baby cat and holding it in one hand because his hands are so big 😭

And the whole time he's remembering back to when Sarah was a newborn and what she needed and he's like "well... this kitten probably needs a lot of that too, right?"

At first he's like "Just going to keep it alive... can be a barn cat for the stable or something later... It's staying in the bathroom, not gonna let it mess up the house..."

Only he's now falling asleep IN the bathroom, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed in case the little thing wakes up in the middle of the night and needs him.

So he moves it to his room. And it starts to sleep curled up by his head on the same pillow and it purrs and he starts out a little grumpy about it but if it stops he gets worried and gives it a little pet and talks to it all calm and soft.

And he can't leave it alone all day but he can't bow out of work, either, so he carries it around with him all the time and he gives someone a death glare if they try to ask about it (except Bambi of course.)

Once the kitten has MET Bambi, he's decides to test run music he's writing for her with the kitten. Because... well, it seemed like the two of you had a connection. "You're a good judge of character," he says to the kitten, who is perched on the arm of the sofa. "Think that means you got good taste in music too?" The kitty will stretch out a paw and he'll just nod and go "Yeah, thought so."

Once the kitten is on solid food, Joel cooks for it every day. And will make it more than one thing if it turns its nose up at the first option.

"Can't let it starve," he mutters when Tommy asks what the fuck he's doing.

Eventually, the cat is too attached to people to be a true barn cat but Joel shows up at the stables with the cat anyway.

"Thought it could help with mice," he kind of drops it into Bambi's arms. "But you gotta take it home at night. Won't sleep by itself, needs to be with someone. Think it'll like the horses though, it's got good taste."

And the cat purrs and rubs its face on Bambi's neck, as if to prove his point. Joel just nods.

"See? Good taste."

AHHHHHH JOEL WITH A KITTEN

I LOVE IT AND I LOVE YOU THANK YOU

[hinatastinygiant]

6 | Blue Gold

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Pirate's Treasure Masterlist

The next morning, you wake up and get dressed. You head outside and see Bakugou waiting for you. He has the map in his hands, ready to continue the search.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

"Yeah, are you?"

"As I'll ever be," he grumbles.

"Then let's go."

With that, the two of you set off into the jungle. The heat is almost unbearable. You can feel sweat rolling down your back.

"This place is a fucking jungle," Bakugou complains.

"Well, it's your island, Captain," you retort.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," he huffs.

You push your way through the foliage, making your way toward a clearing in the middle of the jungle.

When you reach the clearing, the two of you pause and look around. The clearing is surrounded by tall trees and thick bushes. "Shit, do you have any water?"

"What?"

"We're going to need water, and food. It'll be a long journey, and there's nothing to eat in the jungle," you remind him.

"I have some food left," he tells you, "back at the ship. But if it's water you-"

"Fuck, Bakugou, I thought you said you were prepared. Why don't you have any water?!"

"If you just let me talk I can show you how to get water, princess," he groans, annoyed.

"Don't call me princess."

"Then shut up and listen."

"Fine."

"There's a stream nearby. If we follow it, we'll find a waterfall. It'll have fresh water," he explains.

"Okay, fine. Lead the way."

The two of you continue walking through the jungle. As you walk, you notice a lot of strange sounds. Birds, animals, bugs, everything is alive here.

After a while, you come across a large river. It's rushing downstream and looks pretty deep.

"This is the stream," Bakugou says. "Let's get moving. The waterfall is this way."

The two of you walk along the bank of the river until you reach the waterfall.

"Here we are," Bakugou announces.

The waterfall is a sight to behold. It's a large, wide waterfall with a small pool at its base. The water is crystal clear and looks like it would be perfect for bathing.

"Alright, let's get to work," you say.

"What? Work? We're just going to fill up our canteens and leave," Bakugou reminds you.

"No, we need to bathe, Bakugou. We can't travel around smelling like shit. Come on, it's not like it'll take long."

"Fine, but don't take too long," he grumbles.

You roll your eyes. "Just try not to stare too much."

"Oh, please, I've seen naked women before."

"Really? Who? Where?" you ask as you turn your back to him and start to undress.

"On the beach, where else? Sometimes rich a-holes come here or swim dangerously close to the shore," he admits.

"Oh," you say. "Well, that's good to know."

The two of you walk down into the pool, and you start washing yourself.

"Hey, Bakugou, have you ever gone swimming here?" you ask once you're up to your neck in water.

"No," he says. "Never felt the need."

"Why not? It's nice."

"Because I've never had a reason to," he tells you.

"What about now? Aren't we trying to find the treasure?"

"Yes, but we're not looking for it at the bottom of this river," he states.

"Maybe not, but it's refreshing. You should try it."

"I'll pass."

"Fine, but if you change your mind, just say so," you smile before dunking your head under the water.

When you come up for air, you see Bakugou sitting on land staring at the map.

"What're you doing?" you ask as you swim over.

"Trying to figure out where we should go from here. But this damn thing must be in another language."

"Can I help?"

"Whatever," he says, holding the map out to you.

You squint your eyes to see. The whole thing is written in Japanese. Does he not know how to read?

"Well, I can tell you what the symbols are, but we already solved that part," you explain. "Hey, wait, what's that by your finger? In the corner?"

"What?"

"That."

"I don't see anything."

"That little symbol right there. It's a kanji. What's it say?"

"A what?"

"Kanji. It means it's a character. It's the symbol right there. I'm assuming that's the name of the island."

"How can you tell?"

"Don't you know how to read?"

Bakugou huffs. "I've been trapped here for years, what makes you think I ever read anything?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," you reply softly. "I can teach you, if you want."

"No thanks. You're not going to be on the island long enough for me to learn," he says, dismissing the idea.

"Fine, well, it looks like the kanji for the word 'curse'," you explain to him.

"Figures."

You then swim backwards a bit. "Hey, Bakugou, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he says, still staring at the map.

"What happened to the pirates and archeologists that came here before me? I heard stories about how they all went missing."

"They did."

"Why?"

"Because they were looking for the treasure."

"So, you don't know what happened to them?" you then ask.

"I do."

"Oh. So, they're dead?"

"Yes."

"Jesus," you shake your head. "Asshole like you who goes around killing other people won't even take a bath," you tease.

"Fuck off," he grunts.

"I'm just saying, you should at least rinse off. There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself, you know. Besides, we're going to be stuck here together for a while. I'd hate to have to spend the entire time smelling you."

"I don't smell!"

"You do," you insist. "We both do. Now, come on. Take a bath, you smelly jerk."

Bakugou grumbles. You know he agrees with you, he just doesn't want to admit it.

"Fine, whatever," he groans, getting to his feet.

"You're welcome," you say, grinning.

You then turn around as Bakugou undresses. Once he's about halfway into the water, you turn around, and when you do, your eyes widen.

He has the body of a god. His muscles are well-defined, and his skin is perfectly tanned. His hair is damp and messy, and his face is beautiful.

He's absolutely gorgeous.

Your heart skips a beat as his red eyes meet yours.

"Why're you staring?"

"Um, I'm sorry, but, well, you're, uh, you're just really handsome."

He stares at you, expression blank.

"Thank you," he finally says, sounding unsure.

"Uh, you're welcome. It's true."

Bakugou is speechless, his cheeks a shade of pink.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Good. I was worried I made things weird. I just thought you should know. Since, you know, you don't see people very often," you say as you wade into the water, turning away from him.

"Thanks," he says, still flustered.

You take a deep breath, then continue washing yourself, trying not to look at him.

You're not sure what's gotten into you, but you feel a spark between the two of you. It's been a long time since anyone has looked at you the way he does. But, it's probably just wishful thinking.

Pirate's Treasure Masterlist

Taglist: @nemisimp @boopjuice

[shinygemstone]

This is my toh trailer analysis. I am making this WITHOUT watching for the future. Please don't post spoilers under this.

So, first of all- Luz's palisman. It doesn't show up in this specific trailer, but I want to cover it very briefly. It's gonna be a snake. Judging by the color of the egg, it'll be somewhere between green and blue.

ANYWAYS, the trailer: https://youtube.com/watch?v=ZIurNjdV-X0&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE

The trailer starts with The Collector asking King to read them a bedtime story from a very tall book. It seems that King knocks it over and just starts reading.

It then cuts to a Lilith with short, curly hair, worrying about Hooty.

This does not paint a pretty picture. The moon sigil between Hooty's eyes implies that it is The Collector who did this to him, and his body looks like one of those puppets you'd put your hand through. Lilith lets a tear fall on him- I hope Hooty isn't dead, but it implies that for the time being, he functionally is.

Cut to the coven heads seeming to attack Eda. Eda also has short hair now, fun. King is just... watching. He's probably unable to help. But he has Hooty, which isn't very reassuring considering he's already been got.

At first glance, they look normal. Then you look a bit closer, realize that the sun on the healing coven head's, uh, horns, is a sun, that all of their jaws look strangely puppetlike, and realize that clearly the collector did something to them. Also the collector has no sense of style, just look at Eberwolf and Raine's hair 💀

The glowing eyes, at this point, to me, seem to symbolize that The Collector is actively using his puppets. There's clearly a puppet/doll motif here, which makes sense. The coven heads then proceed to raise spell circles against Eda, showing that even as puppets, they can still use their magic.

Enter Bump, who is actively casting a spell when he gets got. The other hexside teachers are around him, and the expected colorful magic moon, flicked by The Collector, his him. He gets turned into a cutesy puppet, too. Rest in peace, Bump. You're the greatest principal ever.

But yeah, there's a definite puppet/doll motif. Bump just stands there, implying that he is unable to move. This kinda contrasts the last clip, where Raine's movements seem very in character for them.

It's also very interesting that this clip corresponds with the line "seal them up, so that they never fade."

Perhaps that's an insight to the Collector's motivations?

The next clip is one I couldn't get a good screenshot of, but there's graffiti on the Owl House. Camila is (rightfully) worried, and the Owl House is empty.

It's followed up by Amity being surprised, and likely horrified by what's happening, and Belos triggering a glyph. Fun. It opens a secret door.

Hunter pulls Willow out of the way of an explosion, Luz and Amity are using their respective magic against something, and then there's this.

Good news- Scara, Barcus and Matthomule are okay!! We don't know what they're showing our protagonists, but judging from the smug look on Matt's face, it's something good. Perhaps the hideout of the people the Collector hasn't gotten yet?

There's more of Amity chosing violence, and then a surprised look on the faces of Luz and Matt. Maybe this is the point where the Collector finds the hideout?

They look scared. Also, I have a bad feeling about the spider behind Matt. Glowy, ominous, in the middle of the screen? And it might have the Collector's moon symbol on it. Not good. I don't like that spider.

Then there's this. I'll let it speak for itself.

King and the Collector look somewhere between surprised and angry. The puppets around them look scared. I don't really have any major theories on this one, maybe they found out about the hideaway?

There's another clip I can't catch of Camila throwing the baseball bat. Good on Camila. Nail that fucker.

And in this unhinged clip, the Collector says "You look fun. Want to play?"

I think he's talking to the viewer. Yes. Yes I do want to play. I want to play Minecraft. C'mon iPad kid, let's get you a less destructive hobby.

Except it's immediately followed by a clip of Harpy Eda with the Owl Beast taking control and hissing. Oh, Owl Beast is pissed. It lunges for the Collector. Get them. He needs an ego check.

So, yeah. I think that the main cast will only reunite with Eda at the end of the episode, if she isn't a puppet. I think Camila will be having regrets. I suspect that the Collector either keeps all of their puppets close to them or he just makes sure they're inanimate when he's not around/when he doesn't want them "on".

This is a freaky fucking turn of events and I love it.

[adopocalype]

It was a sunny day in Dreamland, and everyone had a gun. Swearing, violence, furries, several outdated memes, this fic has it all! Join out motley crew as they fight to stop the werewolf apocalypse. Inspired almost entirely by the Super Edgy Kirby Theory Generator.

I first started this all the way back in January of 2019 and I don't believe it'll ever be fully done. A bit of a shame, there would have been a scene where Void Termina breaks all of Nightmare's bones, a full on war between all of the characters that would have become werwolves and those who didn't, with a few neutral parties (namely 02) just attacking everything they see, and of course, it would have ended with the surviving cast all taking a trip to Hot Topic together.

But this first chapter's actually been done for a while and I though now might as well be a good a time as ever to finally upload it. With all that said, here it is-

The Edgiest Kirby fic Ever Made chapter 1: This might be the only chapter

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It was a bright and sunny summer afternoon in one of the less populated corners of Dreamland, and a Tac had found a gun and was on a murderous rampage. Birdons and scarfys fleeing in terror as the Tac fired wildly. A Sir Kibble got hit and died, bleeding blood that was made out of blood.

Soon, Tac had killed everyone. But apparently not everyone, as a certain pumpkin wearing a top hat shot him in the back with a gun of his own. Squashini said nothing and left with a swish of his cape, justice having been served.

From the distant shadows at the edge of the woods, Poppy Bro Sr. watched ominously. Poppy Bro Jr. and Boomer exchanged glances tiredly, knowing that dad was in the middle of another one of his evil schemes, and they both decided to not get involved, heading off to the arcade.

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Later that night in Cappy Town, Chef Kawasaki was putting pineapple on pizza for Mr. Frosty.

"Gosh, no one ever told me you could put fruit on a pizza before!" said Kawasaki, whom had had this forbidden knowledge intentionally restricted from him previously, but apparently Mr. Frosty hadn't gotten the memo on that.

"I wonder what else I could put on a pizza," he pondered, and left to go find ingredients.

Eventually he found himself in a dark and ominous alleyway, harvesting some mushrooms, that may or may not have been edible, from under a dumpster. He pulled one out and got up gleefully, not noticing a pair of glowing red eyes behind him.

"Hey, guy," greeted the shadowy figure the eyes belonged to, "Word on the street is that you're a furry."

Kawasaki turned around, smiling obliviously as always, "Why, yes I am. You wanna RP or something?"

"…Not exactly. How'd you like to be a sharp-toothed, hairy beast for real?" the ominous person offered ominously.

Kawasaki looked a little downtrodden "Oh, sorry but I can't afford to buy a fursuit right now with my current profit intake. I've been thinking of setting up a patreon for myself, but I would need people who actually like the things that I produced for that to work…"

The shadowy stranger, who was very obviously the villain of this fanfiction, was getting tired of this orange, potato-shaped man's talking.

"You know what? Forget this, I'm just gonna skip to the part where I turn you into a werewolf like me. BWAHAHAHAHAA!" He laughed, showing off his fangs.

"Werewolf? Wait! No! But my fursona is a cat! Oh, this is what I get for not doing my homework! WAAAAGH!!" Kawasaki wailed as the shadowy figure pounced on him.

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The next day, Adeleine (who is a human) was wandering around one of the many fields of solidified clouds that are scattered across the mid-atmosphere of Popstar, as one does when they are an Adeleine. As she was walking, she was suddenly struck with a craving for breadsticks.

"I'm going to McDonal- I mean Kawasaki's, do you want anything?!" she shouted to anyone who might be in the area.

"Hamburger," Taranza answered, then went back to crying.

"Hamburger," Kracko said, materializing out of clouds behind her.

"HAMBURGER," came the near-unison response of the various fifty or so waddle dees, bronto burts, birdons, and whatever else was up there.

Adeline pointed finger guns at everyone and flopped backwards through the layer of clouds, falling down to Dreamland at an incredible speed. She landed face down with a loud thump next to Mr. Frosty, who was still waiting for his pizza. She got up and dusted herself off.

"Boy, it's been a lot easier getting back down here ever since I became immune to fall damage," she thought out loud, walking into the restaurant.

"Rev up those fryers, 'cause I sure am…" she waited for the ritual's completion, and was confused when the part where she got picked up and thrown outside never came.

"Nani…?" she whispered, a camera zooming in on her face.

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Outside, Meta Knight tackled a foe through a wall, accidentally hitting a vividria in the face with debris. The vividria shouted "FRICK!" as loud as she could, while Meta continued to grapple with his opponent.

"My sincerest apologies, miss, but I must defeat this vicious dragon!" he shouted as held his enemy from running away.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Chuchu the octopus yelled, as she was obviously not a dragon. She slapped him with a tentacle hard enough to stun him and ran away screaming.

"Get back here you gold-hoarding villain!" he shouted as he took chase, unknowingly causing Daroach to quietly start crying. The mouse covered his face with his hat. He knew he had a problem, but he didn't need to bother anyone else with it. He left to go sulk by himself.

As Meta Knight continued to chase the screaming pink octopus, thankfully having forgotten he had a sword, his edgy doppelgänger watched from the Mirror World through the reflection in a window.

"That dumb bitch's schizophrenia is acting up again," Dark Meta Knight stated the obvious, "I really hope that's something that I didn't inherit when I spawned in his image."

Shadow Dedede walked up, eating a bag of chips, "Lol, you prolly got it too. You're gonna be chasing flying cookies any day now," he taunted.

"Shut the hell your mouth, Sad-ow Dedede!" he snarled, harshly poking the spooky penguin in the gut. Shadow Dedede started sniffling, which soon became full-blown sobbing.

"Why are you so MEAN?!" he cried, pure black tears dripping down his face like oil.

Dark Meta rolled his eyes, "Because I'm EDGY you estúpido pingüino!" (That's Spanish for stupid penguin. Why Spanish, you ask? Because I'm going with the 4Kids dub voices and you can't stop me.) He threw his hands in the air for emphasis, "Being mean is like, the second step for being edgy, right after shopping at Hot Topic!"

Dark Meta would have continued to berate Shadow Dedede, but an alarm he set on his phone went off, "That time already?! I've gotta be at the furry roleplay session in five minutes!" he exclaimed in disbelief. He grabbed his animal-ear headband and jumped through the window reflection into the real world, sprinting off at top speed

As Dark Meta Knight channelled his inner anime-girl-with-toast-in-her-mouth, he passed a hospital where, unbeknownst to him, an eldritch evil lay dormant.

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"You're positively certain?" 02 asked, his usually monotone voice edged with what sounded like actual concern.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry but the test results don't lie, you have severe radiation poisoning," that one doctor cappy from the anime, who's name I haven't bothered to remember, answered.

02 shifted his position on the examination table, which had already been completely crushed by his mass, "How could this even happen? I'm the embodiment of death."

"I thought Necrodeous was the embodiment of death," Dr. Nameless stated, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Necrodeous is just some kid's fan character," 02 explained, rolling his bloodshot eye exasperatedly, "Now tell me why I'm radioactive."

From the other side of the astral plane, Necrodeous looked downward dejectedly, "Heck…" he muttered as a tear fell from his eye-socket, distraught from the sick burn 02 had given him.

Dr. Whatshisface hummed thoughtfully, "Hmmm… Have you eaten any birdons lately?"

02 shifted his gaze around, seemingly embarrassed, "I… Perhaps, what of it?"

Dr. Moustache-Man shook his head disappointedly, "Birdons are a highly radioactive subspecies of parrot that mutated into being as a result of Meta Knight's nuclear testing. Why else would they look like that? That's not a hat on their heads, it's a massive, hardened tumour!"

02 visibly recoiled in disgust, "UGH! Oh, by the blackest of black holes, I think I'm going to be sick," he shuddered, the thorns on his tail bristling, "Guhhhh… I can't believe I actually ate that thing. I need to get my diet together."

Dr. Changeshisnamealot tapped his pen on his clipboard, "You'll be dead within two weeks, Mr. 02, I don't think that's something you should be worried about."

02 blinked, "Well, fuck."

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"Language!" shouted Zan Partizanne. Hyness looked up from playing Five Nights at Freddy's on his phone, "But I didn't say it this time," he whined.

Zan glowered out the window at the hospital, "SOMEone did."

The game screeched at him, causing him to scream at a volume that rivalled a jet engine taking off, and he pelted the phone into the wall, effectively breaking it.

He stared at the shattered phone, "Flamberge can I borrow your phone?" he asked loudly.

"No! I'm using it!" she yelled from the next room over, "I'm listening to Linkin Park!"

"I thought you were having friends over?" Zan asked, still glaring out the window.

Flamberge appeared in the doorway, wearing an animal-ear headband, "It's an irl furry roleplay session, Zan. And no one's here yet, so I'm bored!"

Dark Meta Knight burst through the door, then collapsed, breathing heavily, "Hah, hah… I made it!" he threw his hands in the air victoriously.

Hyness approached Flamberge with an expectant look, she sighed and handed him her phone, "Whatever you do to this, I'll do to your spine," she threatened. He grabbed it and scampered back to the couch, giggling madly as he looked for another overrated horror game to play.

Flamberge sighed, "It makes sense that you're late, and Magolor told me ahead of time that he was cancelling today, but where the heck is Kawasaki?"

DMK put on his headband, "Probably making another atrocity of nature in the kitchen, let's start without him."

"Yeah okay, let's do… the store! I'll be the cashier."

"Alright, uhh…" DMK cleared his throat, "Hewwo, I would wike to buy some bwagles pwese. UwU."

"Dat will be twenty dowollars pwese," Flamberge informed him, ringing up an imaginary cash register.

"OwO! I down't hawe twenty dowollars! Is thewe anowther way I could pay you? owo?" he asked, leaning in close.

"oWo?" she inquired.

"I hawe a cwedit cawd, UwO," he said, producing the plastic rectangle with a wink.

"0w0!" Fwam- err Flamberge confirmed.

Francisca walked out of the fridge, "Okay, I need to go on a walk now. A very long walk. Jam-buh-bye everyone," she said as she headed for the door.

"Alright. Have fun, stay safe," Zan instructed, still trying to determine the specific room to target as she handled her spear ominously. Hyness, still completely engrossed in Flamberge's phone, waved slightly.

"Jwam-buh-bwye, Fwan! OwO!" Flamberge called as she waved.

Francisca left slightly faster.

Outside, a part of the hospital's walls were blown off from a powerful wing swat as a very large, white, spherical creature left the building.

"THERE YOU ARE!" Zan bellowed, unleashing her fully charged "electro eclair" attack.

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Adeleine ignored the loud explosion followed by a furious roar of pain in the distance, rather focusing on the mission at hand: To find Kawasaki and make him cook sixty-five hamburgers and a triple order of breadsticks. She had recruited the assistance of Kirby, whom just wanted to make the potato-man cook for him too, and Marx, who while in the mood for some of Kawasaki's infamous "temperature-of-the-surface-of-the-sun" curry, was also hoping to cause as much mayhem as physically possible.

Also Susie was there, following the group from a five meter distance because either Kirby or Marx, she didn't know which one, had eaten her cellphone. And she was going to stalk them until one of them coughed it up or they died. Also Magolor was there, he was following Susie, and was whining incessantly about how they were supposed to be on a date.

"Suuuuuue… Come OOOOOOOOOONNNNN… I had to cancel my weekly furry roleplay session today for this! And besides, you know these two, they're inde-fucking-structible! Can't we just smooch in an alleyway or something?"

Susie ignored him, continuing to glare at the trio ahead of them. Marx periodically glanced back at them with suspicion, as Taranza was also dating Magolor. Really though, a lot of people were dating Magolor: Taranza, Susie and nine different waddle dees. (Three of which had mysteriously vanished after a date with him, much to the chagrin his sentient houseboat, The Lor Starcutter.)

Maggie's polyamorous ways aside, Adeleine was now walking backwards to look at the two pursuers.

"Hey, you guys seen Kawasaki lately?!" she shouted to be heard from their five meter distance.

"Have you checked the furry groupchat?!" Magolor shouted back.

Adeleine pursed her lips, pulled out her phone and opened up a groupchat she had labeled as "commission farm."

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<Heey>

<Any of y'all seen Kawa?>

<I want sum bread fr right now>

<Hello.>

<This is H>

<Hyness using Flamberge's phone.>

<No.>

<Understandable, have a nice day.>

<Jamanke. You as well.>

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"Well that was a dry hole," she concluded, pocketing her phone and giving Magolor a shrug. Then turned back around, continuing her search.

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END OF CHAPTER 1

Here are all of the prompts from the Super Edgy Kirby Theory Generator used for this chapter in order:

Tac ………with a gun

Tac killed everyone

Sir Kibble's blood…is blood

Squashini ………with a gun

Poppy Bros. Sr is the villain

Mr. frosty likes pineapple on their pizza

Chef Kawasaki is a furry

Chef Kawasaki is a werewolf

Chef Kawasaki doesn't do their homework

Adeleine is a human

Vividria says frick

Chuchu is a dragon

Daroach secretly suffers from depression

Meta knight has (very inaccurately portrayed) schizophrenia

Dark Meta Knight is edgy

Shadow Dedede cries black tears

Dark Meta Knight is a furry

Zero is radioactive

Birdon is the result of a harmless creature getting radiation poisoning in a nuclear apocalypse

02 is the embodiment of death

Necrodeus is just some kid's fan character

Necrodeus says heck

Zero has a deadly disease and only has a short time to live

Hyness has said the F word before

Hyness enjoys playing every overrated horror game out there

Flamberge likes to listen to Linken Park

Flamberge is a furry