#anyways also making something else for u goop watch out

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perhaps >:3

(he's wearing mascara :D)

anyways

@goopslop

[hiccanna-tidbits]

okay, okay but hear me out!

Hiccanna, Moanida and Jackunzel (and maybe someone else if u want) going on a holiday trip together (it could be sea or lake or just swimming pool).

And that three couples playing "chicken fight game"~ When u have to sit on partner shoulder or ridding piggy-back and knock down or separate the other couple!

sksksks just imagine the fun and the chaos!! hahaha

Okay SO I recently watched Palm Springs so I’m just imagining The Gang going to like…a fancy pool resort in like Arizona??? SURE LET’S GO WITH THAT

I’m imagining the only resort the gang could afford to stay at is someplace out in the middle of Arizona or something

It takes a LOT of persuading to get Jack to go, because he haaaaates deserts. Rapunzel basically has to beg. Moana finally managed to bribe him with really good homemade ice slushies. (She’s used to making smoothies for Merida, so how hard can slushies be??? Just throw in some ice!)

Rapunzel offers to help Moana with the slushies, since she gave Jack SO many puppy dog eyes to get him to come. Since they’ve got two people working on them, they’re REALLY good slushies. Jack approves.

Anna also tries to convince Elsa to go, but the perpetually-single Elsa is just like “Um, deserts? Sunburns? Being indefinitely stuck with gross couples doing gross couple stuff?!? Yeah no thank you”

Hiccup tries to wake everyone up at like 6 am to go hiking because "that's when the desert iguanas are out guys!!! C'mon, we have to go!!!" Anna is only persuaded to go after Hiccup makes her coffee--she really wants to make her bf happy, but also mornings can suck her dick. Rapunzel is more than happy to go, because she loves mornings anyways!!! And oh my god, IGUANAS!!! Jack, Merida, and Moana are like "oh FUCK no" and put the pillow back over their head, shoo Hiccup away, and go back to sleep.

On their hike, Hiccup just goes "!!!!!!!" about every reptile he sees. Snake, lizard, horny toad, literally anything with scales will send the boy into an excited frenzy. Rapunzel has similar reactions. Anna could not love both of them more.

At one point, they stumble across a gila monster sunbathing, and Rapunzel is overtaken with the unwavering desire to adopt him. She gets Hiccup on board, and he tries to lure the lizard over with a dusty piece of a snake carcass he found (Anna tried to tell him he really shouldn't touch that, but he was not to be swayed and Anna ended up figuring he could just wash his hands really well when they got back). Anna finds herself in the unusual position of having to be the Voice of Reason, having to be like “hey uh I think this might be illegal and stuff??? Also aren't they poisonous???”

(I know what you're thinking. Bold of you to assume Anna knows the difference between poisonous and venomous.)

Rapunzel literally CANNOT stop gushing to Jack about all the wildlife she saw when she gets back! Jackrabbits! Kangaroo rats! Roadrunners! Peccaries! Centipedes! Jack has only mild to moderate interest in desert ecology, but loves hearing his gf gush so he listens attentively anyways. 

Anna and Rapunzel definitely hit up the gift shops in the resort town at some point, and go ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT HOGWILD buying gifts for everyone. They probably max out their credit cards. It's embarrassing, really. But Anna gets Hiccup an absolute shitton of those little wall lizard things and he nearly cries tears of joy when he sees them, so it's all worth it, really.

Moana will not leave the pool like. The entire time. The girl is just obsessed with being in the water, honestly. She gets restless, though, and can't just stand in the pool and vibe--she needs to constantly be moving and swimming around or she'll explode. Merida is more than happy to indulge her by hanging out in the poor with her, but Merida is also constantly challenging her to swim races--a very dumb idea, considering Moana is on the high school swim team and water polo team. Merida, naturally, is an extremely sore loser and is not above excessive pouting, splashing, yelling in angry Scottish, and dunking her girlfriend in revenge. It's at least entertaining for all of their friends to watch.

Jack keeps fucking taking huge buckets of ice from the ice machine and dumping them in the pool. At first he only does this because he keeps griping about the pool not being cold enough (this boy will accept nothing less than sitting in the goddamn arctic ocean), but after her figures out that it pisses off his friends, he takes to pouring said ice directly over their heads. Merida has threatened to murder him several times for this.

Hiccup and Anna's main pool activity is just lazing around on their pool floaties (Anna has a duck one, Hicccup has a dragon one because obviously), sipping cocktails, and just generally vibing. Through some ungodly mixture of pure charisma and a fake ID that Rapunzel helped photoshop, Jack manages to talk his way into getting the whole group access to alcohol. Hiccup is a sangria or Moscow Mule kinda guy while Anna usually gets a Pina Colada or a Sex on the Beach (she's aspec, so she literally will not stop joking about the irony of this). Merida makes a game out of attempting to tip over their floaties and dunk them. Jack, chaos gremlin that he is, puts aside his usual rivalry with Merida to join in. They have a surprisingly strong dunking alliance.

Hiccup and Anna try to form a syndicate of their own, and try to lounge on the same floatie so that they can protect each other while fighting off Jack and Merida together. Unfortunately neither of their floaties were made to hold 2 peoples' weight, so the one they're on ends up tipping over, spilling their cocktails everywhere and dunking them anyways. Jack and Merida consider this a Win By Default.

Moana of course loops everyone into playing water polo at some point. Unfortunately some idiot decided it would be a good idea to let Merida of all people pick the teams, which means of course that they are incredibly rigged. It's Moana, Merida and Anna vs. Jack, Rapunzel, and Hiccup, so basically The Jocks vs. The Nerds (although admittedly Anna is more of a softcore jock--she's nowhere near on Moana or Merida's level, but she's still more naturally athletic than Hiccup, Rapunzel, or Jack). Naturally, Jock Team absolutely whoops Nerd Team's ass. Jack gets salty and demands a rematch. ...Jock Team kicks Nerd Team's ass again.

Throughout all of this, no one thinks to just...rearrange the teams a little. Merida was counting on this. All according to plan.

In the titular chicken game (yes, I remembered, don't worry!), it's Merida on Moana's shoulders (Moana swims and has a lot of upper body strength, what can I say?), Hiccup on Anna's shoulders (I mean...Hiccup's a twig, and Anna HAS to have a fair amount of upper body strength from throwing busts around and punching men off boats and such), and Punz on Jack's shoulders (Jack's pretty lithe and good at keeping his balance while jumping around, so he's their best candidate for not just falling over).

Jack and Rapunzel actually manage to stay in the game longer than anyone expects--their primary strategy is “be good at dodging and staying out of the way while Merida and Hiccup duke it out.” And it works! As limber as Hiccup is, Anna's not nearly as coordinated as Jack and is no match for Moana's sturdy footing. Also, neither Anna nor Hiccup are prepared for how goddamn ruthless and determined to win Merida is. Even though they really, really should have been. I mean...have you met Merida???

When it comes down to Merida-Moana and Rapunzel-Jack, Mer feels a little bad for having to go up against Pure Sweet Punzie. Unfortunately, Rapunzel turns out to be a very hardcore fighter when she puts her mind to it, and Merida is much more evenly matched than she initially thought and realizes she must use her Full Power. It definitely helps her snap out of Going Soft when Jack starts brutally roasting Merida in particular (as per usual). Merida gets a rage-fueled Second Wave, and finally manages to knock Rapunzel over in one foul swoop. Merida and Moana are victorious!

Moana and Merida basically always shower together after a day at the pool. They claim it's because they both know how to handle curly hair in chlorine, and just like to wash each other's hair, but the rest of the gang is pretty sure that's not all that's going on in there.

One day, Anna hits up the resort town alone to buy some kind of secret gifts for her friends with what little money she has left (this girl seriously has no chill when it comes to buying presents).  She goes past this huge, fancy ice cream shop and she's like “!!!! OMG!!! I'm gonna surprise all my buddies with pints of their faves!!!” She just gets super hyped and buys everyone ice cream, getting so caught up in the thrill of it that she forgets that she'll have to like. Drive all this back all the way back to the resort in the rental car. In like. You know. 110+ degree weather.

By the time she gets back to the resort, the ice cream is, of course, goop. Poor Anna, feeling incredibly dumb and like an utter failure of a friend, just kind of bursts into tears. Like damn. This is too much. She was gonna make all her pals so happy, and all for naught! Jack just kinda shrugs and throws all the melted ice cream cartons in the freezer anyways. Once they're (partially) re-frozen, Rapunzel and Moana make slushies with them. They actually come out pretty decent. Anna is substantially cheered up.

Moana prepares some tropical fruit platters for everyone to snack on. Rapunzel tries to “improve” them by adding chocolate sauce and nutella to half of them. Sometimes it works (I mean...bananas and strawberries with chocolate and/or nutella is pretty solid). Other times it just tastes...very weird. Merida gest frustrated and yells at Rapunzel for “ruining all of her girlfriend's good mangoes.”

Jack just thinks this whole thing is so funny, and decides to swap the chocolate sauce with barbecue sauce to cause further chaos. Absolute mayhem ensures. Everyone has a bad time. Except for Anna, who apparently is just a freak who enjoys eating pineapple slices dipped in barbecue sauce.

At some point, Merida gets really drunk on appletinis or some shit and signs the entire group up for a local archery competition. Much to everyone's chagrin, it's no refunds. Naturally, basically everyone sans Merida does terrible. Rapunzel and Hiccup very nearly shoot themselves, while Jack and Anna come very close to  accidentally shooting a group of referees (although Jack might have done this on purpose). Moana gets the farthest, if only because Merida's taught her how to shoot a bow at some point. Merida actually ends up winning--although unfortunately, the prize is $20 and a very cheap plastic trophy (which Merida STILL manages to find a way to break before the trip is even over).

The rest of the group is much more amicable to the concept of going on hikes when said hikes are in the evening. Hiccup and Rapunzel are still excitedly chattering about the local ecosystems the entire time, and Jack and Anna are just kind of looking at their nerdy SOs like “<3 <3 <3″ Moana and Merida, meanwhile, are just kinda vibing in the back, passively listening in and watching the desert sunset.

Rapunzel manages to capture Mer and Mo's interest and gets them to participate more with geology, of all things. Merida just thinks rocks are cool (especially when they can be thrown at people bothering her!), while Moana likes learning about the physical history of places--how water can carve out landscapes, and all that. Hiccup and Jack just kind of exchange a look like “I had no idea that they were into rocks, but...the more you know, I guess???”

Jack makes fun of every reptile they see, mainly to piss Hiccup off. Unfortunately it has the opposite effect, and Hiccup can't help but be entertained--mainly because Jack's insults are so weirdly specific and over-the-top that they loop around to being hilarious. Seriously, he keeps saying shit like “Those are the lamest scales I've ever seen. Absolutely drab, and not nearly shiny enough to prove that nature is beautiful. 0/10.” and “Ohhhh, this fucking rattlesnake think's he's so scary, with his dumb percussion instrument tail!!! I could be more intimidating with a mean look and a large pair of maracas!”

At some point, a bunch of tourists riding donkeys pass them. Anna, Rapunzel, and Merida just absolutely lose their shit fangirling over how cute the donkeys are, thus exposing all three of them as the unabashed Horse Girls they are. Hiccup, Jack, and Moana find this extremely amusing, and definitely aren't above teasing their girlfriends about it. Hiccup asks if next time they take a couples' vacation, the Horse Gang (as Moana insists on nicknaming them) would like to go to a ranch instead.

Anna gets like. Obsessed with palm trees. Like they're just so pretty and exotic and tropical!!! OMG!!! And they definitely don't have them wherever the gang is from in this AU. (Also if griping about Elsa not having "tropical powers" is anything to go by, she DOES canonically like the tropics!) She has to take a picture of like...every palm tree on her phone. And considering the gang is in Arizona, that means Anna is stopping to take a picture like...every 2 minutes. Rapunzel catches onto the fact that Anna likes them, and paints her a picture with some when Punz has the time. Anna definitely cries when she sees it. Hiccup can't do nearly that good, but he does buy her some little plastic figurine ones in a gift shop that she can put in her room. Anna also cries about this. She just cries whenever any of her friends indulge her random fixation on palm trees. Surely she doesn't deserve such niceties!!!

Rapunzel is just. In love with the desert landscape tbh. Like the huge funky cacti!!! The shrubs!!! The desert wildflowers!!! The mesas!!! All of it!!! So of course she needs to pull out her easel and paint it. Jack walks by one day and sees her working on it and, partly just to troll her, he's like “put some snow in it!” As he walks away, Rapunzel just stops like “wait...that'd actually be such a great idea for a surrealist-type fantasy piece!!!” After she finishes the main landscape, she adds an overcoat of little puffs of snow on top of everything, and has some clumps falling off of the cacti. When she shows Jack, he just about cries tears of joy, but frantically tries to hide it. She gives the painting to him as a present at the end of the trip. He hangs that shit front-in-center in his room and cherishes it forever and ever.

At some point, Jack gets the ingenious idea that he's going to prank Merida by catching a tarantula and leaving it in her room. It's one of the harmless ones--Jack fact-checks this by offhandedly asking Hiccup and framing it as a casual interest in local etymology. Still, Merida screams far louder than is at all dignified, and also probably loud enough to wake a neighboring country. Rapunzel later has to physically hold Merida back to keep her from absolutely beating Jack into a pulp. Rapunzel also manages to get the World's Largest Sheet of Cardboard and the World's Largest Cup and somehow manages to get the damn thing back outside.

[franklyshipping]

Day 12 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

DAY 12 DARLINGS LET'S GET ON THIS LET'S GO GO GO WOOOOOOP LET'S DO IT!

Now, I think we can all agree that Christmas is very much filled with class, elegance and beauty. From glittering decorations on Christmas trees, to the uniqueness of each and every snowflake that falls during the season. However….Christmas also harbours some of the most tacky things in existence, but the fact that its Christmas makes us love it all anyway. I am talking of course, about Christmas jumpers. These gaudy eyesores that are celebrated the more obnoxious and disgraceful they are is probably one of my personal favourite parts of the season. They frankly are just wild….just like a pair of brothers I know actually; namely….the Demon Hunting Jims. The pair were sat on the floor of their office/cozy room, giggling as they watched Gooper roll around on the floor in delight in the forest green Christmas jumper that they’d both fashioned for him.

‘Doho you like it buddy?’

The eldest, known at Ouija Board Jim (or Ouija for short), asked with a grin, to which Gooper replied with the happiest string of gurgles and squeals known to man and goop. He was just rolling and hopping about as he relished in the soft wool surrounding his goopy form, overjoyed that someone had even thought to bring him into this tradition of Christmas jumpers. At his happy sounds, the younger, meeker Night Vision Camera Jim (or simply, Camera Jim for short), giggled.

‘Ihi think that’s a yehes…’

Camera Jim pet Gooper happily, smiling at the creature happy purrs as he wiggled into his touches. His older brother watched fondly; he adored the beacon of innocence that was his little brother, despite their spooky line of work, he never strayed from being an innocent little bean. Soon, Gooper gave both brothers little grateful nudges, before rolling out of the office giddily, beyond eager to show all the other egos the pretty gift. Camera Jim smiled as he looked on after the little glob.

‘He’s such a cutie…’

Ouija Jim snickered softly, and ruffled Camera Jim’s hair as he teased.

‘Just like you basically Jim.’

Camera Jim pursed his lips, batting his brother’s hands away and fixing his hair as he muttered under his breath.

‘A-Am not…’

Ouija Jim always teased him like this, Camera Jim sometimes felt like his brother just lived to try and embarrass him and emphasise on their 13 minute age difference. Ouija Jim grinned and retorted to his brother’s mumble.

‘Says the Jim with the cute snowflake jumper, snowflake themed socks, and squishy baby cheeks.’

Camera Jim’s mouth opened and closed indignantly as his cheeks gained warmth, like he was doing an impression of a flustered goldfish. So what if every Christmas since they were kids he liked to wear a snowflake themed jumper? It was certainly no grounds for mean teasing like that! And frankly the comment about his slightly less chiselled face was just SO uncalled for, it wasn’t his fault he was one of the few Jims with a baby face!

‘D-Don’t be mean, I-I can’t help my face!’

Camera Jim pouted, and took the mature decision to shuffle around on his butt so he had his back to his brother, and his arms folded, totally not like he was in a little strop. Ouija Jim couldn’t help but aww at him as he shuffled up to him, nudging his shoulder fondly as he crooned.

‘Awwww I didn’t say it to be mean! You’re a soft cutie-pie and we love you for it!’

Camera Jim let out a huff as he blushed even more, mumbling as he bowed his head.

‘B-But it’s embarrassing! I’m always gonna be the baby Jim w-with the baby face…’

Ouija Jim’s expression softened, and he decided to lean his head softly against his brother’s arm as he replied.

‘Hey now, even if that’s true, that’s not a bad thing!’

Camera Jim hugged his knees, his voice going even quieter.

‘Isn’t it?’

‘Hey! Of course it isn’t, you know that Jim!’

Camera Jim softly whined, making his brother frown. When he teased his brother about his baby face he always meant it endearingly and lovingly, h never meant to hurt his feelings or make him feel bad! He shuffled so he was sat in front of his brother now, and Ouija Jim cupped Camera Jim’s cheeks in his hands fondly as he spoke with a soft smile.

‘C’mon, what’ll it take to cheer you up?’

Camera Jim merely shrugged, keeping his gaze averted. Ouija Jim nibbled his lip in thought, trying to think of something that would lift his brother’s spirits…and as his eyes flicked over his little brother’s snowflake-covered Christmas jumper, he had an epiphany. A memory. A memory of a little family game. Ouija Jim grinned and whispered.

‘…what if we play your favourite Christmas game?’

Camera Jim’s eyes suddenly widened as his gaze snapped to his brother, before he then looked around the room for a moment to see if there was anyone else there or nearby. When he saw that there wasn’t, Camera Jim tentatively looked back to his brother, and fiddled with his jumper sleeves as he mumbled with a meek, hopeful smile.

‘….d-….d-doyoumeancountingsnowflakes?’

Ouija Jim smiled and nodded, and felt warmth build up in his chest as he saw all hints of moroseness fall away from his brother’s face. The game Counting Snowflakes, was a very special festive game….and it was a tickle game. Ever since they were little at Christmas, Camera Jim always wore clothes covered in depictions of snowflakes, with no exceptions, and a game had developed wherein Ouija Jim tried to count all the snowflakes on his brother’s festive jumpers or pyjamas (always resulting in Camera Jim getting tickled to smithereens, which he absolutely loved). It was Ouija Jim’s favourite game to, because he got to tickle the hell out of his adorable little brother like nobody else could; he smiled fondly down at Camera Jim now.

‘Do you wanna play?’

Camera Jim blushed a bright red now, just because the whole thing was so childish, but he nevertheless nodded bashfully. Ouija Jim kissed his brother’s forehead softly with a chuckle.

‘Okey dokey, now you lie down Jim, I feel like this is going to be a loooong game….’

Camera Jim let out a bashful giggle, lying down almost immediately as he grasped and fiddled with the sleeves of his jumper giddily, any past sad thoughts gone as the anticipation of his brother’s amazing, teasy tickling filled his flustered mind. Ouija Jim got up on his knees and loomed over his brother, humming and musing as he looked over him.

‘My, my, what a lot of snow we’ve had!’

Camera Jim giggled harder as his brother’s goofiness, whining into his hands which he kept bashfully at his face; Ouija Jim was trying seriously hard not to melt a his brother’s cuteness right now. He hummed once more, before teasingly stroking down his brother’s upper arms as he cooed.

‘I think starting at the top is the way we have to go little Jim! Now then, one, twooo, three….’

Camera Jim was encased in a proper giggle fit now as his outer biceps were tapped and traced with the gentlest of tickles, giving him goose-bumps and chills all over.

‘O-Ohohoho jeheheez….’

Ouija Jim grinned at how this was all already affecting his brother, how we already smiling and blushing up a storm. Ouija Jim thought back to all the other times they’d played….and how as his brother’s love for tickles grew, the game became a way for him to ask for it without him getting too embarrassed. Ouija Jim knew Camera Jim was loving every second, and so was he.

‘Having fun Jim?’

He cooed, making Camera Jim nod bashfully and cutely.

‘U-Uhuh huhuh….’

Ouija Jim’s grin widened as he kept tickling his brother’s upper arms, and he teasingly lowered his voice as he spoke.

‘I don’t remember your arms being this ticklish….this isn’t a tickle spot you forgot to tell me about, is it?’

Camera Jim squeaked at the playful threatening tone in his brother’s voice, and shook his head giddily with wide, innocent eyes.

‘N-Noho ihit’s nahat Ihi swehear Jim!’

Ouija Jim chuckled and kissed his brother’s forehead again.

‘Okay, okay I believe you….’

He cooed gently as Camera Jim hummed happily, before he let his fingers slide down to drum at his little brother’s tummy. Camera Jim gasped as his giggles went a much higher pitch very quickly.

‘J-J-Jihihihiiim!’

Ouija Jim smirked as he softly shushed his brother, before leaning right down over Camera Jim’s tummy as kept up the teasing tickling.

‘Shhhh Jim I’m trying to count! I don’t wanna have to start all over again!’

Camera Jim squealed and squealed, desperately hiding his face in his hands as his tummy became the victim of pokes and scratches. Every time Ouija Jim spotted a snowflake, he gave it its own, special little tickle….and let me tell you, there were a lot of fricking snowflakes.

‘B-Buhuhut ihihit t-tihihickles Jihim! Ihihit tihihickles soho muhuhuch!’

At Camera Jim’s sweet whines, Ouija Jim felt his heart swell, but he knew he had to maintain his role as tickler. So, he hardened his pokes and let out a dramatic gasp, leaning his head against his brother’s jumper clad tummy.

‘What? Are those the snowflakes talking? My name is Jim, what a pleasure it is to meet you all!’

Camera Jim was an absolute mess of squeals and snorts as he lightly kicked out, his body starting to writhe from the tickles as he cried out desperately at the teasiness.

‘NAHAHA JIHIHIIIM!’

Of course, being the evil older brother he was, Ouija Jim kept it all up. Not only did he poke the snowflakes at his brother’s tummy, but he got the ones up and down his sensitive sides too.

‘What was that snowflakes? Sorry, there are so many of you it’s hard to hear what you’re saying; oh, can you perchance tell me how many of you there are?’

Camera Jim spluttered desperately. He was so flustered, and yet at the same time he was just having the absolute time of his life. His giggles were hysterical, boyish, and entirely filled with adorable joy.

‘JIHIHIMMY NUHUHUH TEHEHEASIHING!’

Ouija Jim let out a laugh, dropping his façade as he giggled fondly along with his brother, poking his sides repeatedly as he cooed.

‘But you always love when I tease you Jim! I remember when we were little, you’d always squeal sooo happily when I talked to the little snowflakes on your tumtum!’

….Camera Jim was a mess of embarrassed squeals. Why did he have to bring that up? That was so unnecessary and embarrassing and evil! His eyes were wide and watery with flustered happiness as his arms flailed with his flustered energy.

‘OHOHO MY GAHAD JIHIM SH-SHUHUHUSH!!’

Ouija Jim snickered fondly, and had mercy on Camera Jim, reaching to stroke his hair softly as he giggled.

‘Ahaaawww why? Someone getting flustered?’

Camera Jim whined, peeking up at his brother through his fingers as he nodded amidst his residual giggles.

‘M-Mahaybe…’

Ouija Jim gave his brother a few minutes to catch his breath, and just relished in seeing him half-hiding his face and letting out the occasional flustered whine. Ouija Jim knew he probably shouldn’t pit him against the rest of their siblings…but in his mind, he was just the cutest Jim in existence. As he saw Camera Jim’s breathing settle, Ouija Jim smirked and leaned over him.

‘Now ah….I couldn’t help but notice that you have a few snowflakes on your feet…’

Camera Jim gasped into his fingers, his feet scrunching as he suddenly remembered that not only was he wearing a festive jumper….but festive socks too. Ouija Jim grinned, raising a playful eyebrow down at his brother as he teased.

‘Would you like me to count those too Jim?’

Camera Jim whined into his hands cutely, god he just felt like flustered child again and it was all so embarrassing…but at the same time, it was all that Camera Jim wanted, he was so happy…and squeaky as he replied.

‘…yesplease…’

Ouija Jim’s grin stretched into a gleeful smirk…and he wasted no more time. He dramatically dove backwards onto his brother’s legs, and used a pointer finger per foot to scratch devilishly at every little snowflake he could see on his brother’s soles.

‘Well with manners like that, how can I not tickle you?!’

Camera Jim was a squealing, frantic mess of laughter instantaneously as he laughed into his hands.

‘AHAHAHEHEHEHAHAHA!!!’

Once again, Ouija Jim was using every ounce of willpower to keep on tickling and not melt from how sweet his hysterical brother sounded. His hysterical laughter hadn’t changed one bit since when they were children, it was so high-pitched, bubbily, sweet, and almost inhumanly precious.

‘Ahahaaaww, do someone have ticklish feetsies? Does da ickle Jimmy have ticklish footsie wootsies?’

Camera Jim’s arms were flapping about once more in the wake of the tickling and teasing as he giddily nodded and cried out.

‘YEHEHEHEHAHAHA YEHEHES!!!’

Ouija Jim eagerly hardened his pokey scratches, focusing on the little snowflakes at the balls of his sweet brother’s feet as he cooed in the teasiest baby voice he could muster.

‘What a cute tickly baby boy you are! I could tickle these feetsies forever and ever and ever, they’re just so cute and ticklish!’

Camera Jim was a flustered mess, and honestly if I was in his position I would be the exact same.

‘EHEHEHEHEE NAHAT FOHOHOREHEVER JIHIM!!!’

His cry was filled with tender squeals as his mind raced at the notion of eternal tickling, a terrifyingly fun thought. Ouija Jim chuckled at his exclamation as he purred.

‘Not forever? Are you sure Jim?’

Ouija Jim chuckled fondly as he turned his head to see his brother nodding with frantic adorableness.

‘YEHEHEHES AHAHAHA!!!’

Ouija Jim hummed for a moment, because what kind of older brother would he be if he didn’t drag this all out right to last second? When it came to it though, he did have mercy with a fond grin in place.

‘Alright, maybe not forever, not this time anyway…’

As soon as Ouija Jim sat up, releasing his brother’s feet, Camera Jim hurried to curl up as he gasped and giggled into his forearms; he was just the image of cute happiness right now. Ouija Jim immediately hugged his brother to his chest, stroking his hair gently as he crooned.

‘How was that Jim? Were those some good tickles?’

Ouija Jim felt happy warmth bubble in his tummy as Camera Jim gazed up at him and nodded, replying giddily.

‘They w-wehere the behest tickles Jim!’

The two brothers eagerly snuggled, the elder one mumbling happily.

‘Cute little squish.’

Camera Jim giggled, no longer upset by the nickname…because he knew his brother was saying it with all the love in his heart. They stayed like that for a while, because who doesn’t love a good snuggle session? I know I do. After about 20 minutes or so though…a ping sounded. It was a notification on Ouija Jim’s phone, a reminder…and he gasped when he read it.

‘Jim! It’s time! It’s time for us to summon that festive demon Pink Jim told us about!’

Camera Jim gasped and squeaked with excitement, hurriedly sitting up.

‘You mean the Scrooge demon?’

‘Precisely Jim! I’ll get the summoning apparatus!’

‘I’ll get the cameras Jim!’

The two brothers then hurried about their summoning business, as excellent, talented demon hunters do…and as good brothers do, together.

HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS NEXT FICCY LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[presentheart]

Ice Breaker (Todoroki x fem!reader)

The animal hi jinx continues with Todoroki.

Read the others here:

Bakugou 

Kirishima

Word count: 1600

Sorry for any errors, I didn’t proofread too much due to a migraine.

You knew immediately that the animal before you was Todoroki.  Small and plump, the hamster that gave you a deadened stare couldn't be anyone else.  His half white half red hair really gave him away as he sat on his desk in 1A's classroom.  

You tried not to snicker at him, but the one thought you couldn't keep down came out.  "You're adorable."  You quickly covered your mouth as he squeaked, looking up at you with what you assumed was supposed to be a harsh glare.

"Sorry," you said.  "Uhm...so you want to wait for a teacher or…?"

You were alone in the classroom with him, everyone had already left for the day.  The sun was starting to dip low on the horizon, and the only reason you were there was to use the track and get a run in without having to dodge pedestrians.  When you came to class to grab your forgotten jacket from earlier, there Todoroki was.

Todoroki couldn't answer you.  But the fact that he stayed sitting made you think he didn't even want your help.

"Look, why don't I bring you to the dorms and see if Aizawa is there?  I'm sure he'll know what to do."

A series of squeaks began in protest, but you ignored them.  You scooped him up, his fur soft against the palm of your hands, and set him into your shirt pocket.  It sat right over your breast, and you honestly thought it would be the best place for him if he didn't want to fall to the ground.  His squeaking died down a bit as he settled himself in, small paws resting against the collar of the pocket as he stuck his head out over the fabric.  Unable to resist, you gave the top of his head a stroke with your index finger.  He only looked up at you as you smiled.  "Sorry, you're just...so soft and cute."

Most of 1A was in the common area watching a movie.  When you asked where Aizawa was and learned he wasn't going to be back for a while you headed to your room to hide Todoroki.  What else could you do?  He'd made his stance clear when he dove into your breast pocket to hide from the class.  You couldn't out him, especially when you knew he wouldn't hear the end of this.  Ever.  Honestly, you didn't even want to let this go.  But how would you get a photo of him without him noticing…?

Once behind the safety of your bedroom door you told Todoroki he could peek out.  He squeaked at the sight of your room, and you realized it was his first time seeing it; you hadn't taken part in the best room challenge when you first moved in.  You moved to your desk, picking him out of your pocket and setting him on the wood.  It was a mess of papers and books, evidence of your late night study sessions.  You sat in the chair behind you.

"So Aizawa should be back soon," you said, "I'm sure he'll be able to figure this out.". You pulled your lips towards your teeth, trying not to smile.  Todoroki glared, as best he could anyway.

You lowered to his level, folding your hands on your desk and resting your chin on your knuckles.  You studied his small features, his mismatched eyes and fur, his fat little body.  You laughed quietly.  Todoroki stood, turned, and chose to face the wall instead of you.

Insulted, you took this moment or semi privacy to pull your phone out.  Setting it up on the desk to face Todoroki, you called out to him until he turned around.

SNAP!

You got your photo, and as you pulled your phone from the desk the boy let out a loud squeal.  He lunged forward and as he did a long trail of flame erupted from his hand.  Paw!  You fell backwards, toppling the chair and rolling towards your bed.  Legs in the air, you felt the heat of the attack more than anything.  Nothing on you felt burned, but then again your veins were now full of adrenaline.  You gulped, taking a few breaths before sitting up.  Unaware of your position, you looked at Todoroki from between your knees, expecting angry eyes on you.  Instead you found him staring at you...well, part of you.

You looked down, realizing your panties were on full display with your skirt flipped up. You shrieked, for the second time in as many minutes, quickly throwing your knees to the ground, pulling the end of your skirt down as your face heated.

"Ha ha," you muttered, unable to look at the boy now, "guess I deserved that huh?"

There was a moment of silence before your bedroom door was kicked in and your vision was blinded by a cold white foam.  You screamed, covering your face.  When whoever was spraying you was through, you wiped away the foam and looked up at Iida's stern expression.

"I heard your scream and felt the extreme heat before entering," he explained, lowering the small red fire extinguisher to the floor.  “Are you all right?"  His eyes scanned over you, and your pride aside, you told him you were fine.

Others from 1A flooded into your room now that the fire was out.  You hadn’t even noticed it, if you were being honest, but if Iida said it was there it must have been.  Still, you worried gaze fell on the empty space where Todoroki was, and you sighed.

Todoroki had vanished.  Once you got everyone out of your room, and assured them you were okay and definitely not playing with matches, you scoured every inch of the place.  Eventually you gave up, sitting on your now bare bed, hair and clothes a mess from the goop of the fire extinguisher.  You sniffled, a sudden wave of guilt and sadness resting over you.

You hadn’t wanted to admit it, but you’d heard a rumour about one of the students at UA having the ability to turn people into animals.  While you didn’t know the specifics of it all, you had also heard that they had to be kissed by the one they loved to turn back.  A lump formed in your throat at the thought of Todoroki leaving the safety of your room to find whoever that may be.  With all the time he’d been gone he could have found them by now, and safely back to human form.  You wondered who that may be, the one that Todoroki loved.

Trying to force the tears away, you sniffled again and fell onto your pillow, the one part of the bed not affected by Iida.  A squishy lump pressed against your face and you heard a squeak, making you bolt up.

“Todoroki?” you questioned.  His movements were slow as he peeked out from beneath your pillow sleeve, eyes wide as they met yours.  You wiped at your eyes, realizing that a couple of tears had actually managed to fall and now stained your pillow.  You cleared your throat.  “I thought you would have left by now.”

Todoroki crawled out and approached your leg.  He tapped it with one paw, as if to comfort you.

“I’m totally not crying because of you!” you said.  “I was just, uh, embarrassed about the whole fire thing.  I don’t think Iida will trust me to keep my door closed from now on.”  You rubbed at your cheeks once more, feeling just as unconvincing as you knew you looked.

Hating the way he was looking up at you, you added, "You know maybe you could spell out who you love on my phone.". When he tilted his head at you you went on.  "I heard about the new student and how to turn back.  You have to be kissed by the one you love, right?  I can go find them and make something up so you can get back to being human.  Plus, what a great ice breaker, right?"

To your dismay, Todoroki didn't hesitate to nod. You grabbed your phone and brought up the notepad.  You set it down beside him, waiting for him to point to the letters.  With one small paw, shaking you noticed, he pointed at the Y.

Yaoyarozu, you thought, that makes sense.  They'd look good together, a lot better than you and him.  

"Y," you said aloud to confirm.  Did your voice just shake?  Maybe.  Todoroki looked back at you.  You nodded at him to continue.  He moved his paw to the O.

"O?"

One more movement, and his paw hovered over the U.  

"U."  When he sat down, his back to you, you knew he was done.  "You?  Who's You?"

Todoroki's small form flinched. He turned a head to look at you, eyes narrow as if you had just given him a grave insult.

"You," you muttered, "you...me?!"

He gave you a slow blink and then nodded.  There was a swirl of confusion around you.  He liked you?  You?  You honestly hadn't thought he knew of your existence beyond the classroom.  You were caught in a haze until he squeaked loudly at you.

"Oh, right!"  You let your phone fall flat on the bed and picked Todoroki up with both hands. "Ah...do I just go for it?"

He gave what you guessed was a shrug; it's hard to tell on a hamster.  You leaned in, noting he closed his eyes before you did and pressed your lips to the top of his head.

The next thing you knew his lips were on yours, his very soft, human lips.  Your hands were in his cheeks, and his own hands raised to hold over them.  

As you each took your time pulling away, you smiled.  Finally opening your eyes, Todoroki’s mismatched ones met yours.  “Not exactly how I thought our first kiss would be.”

Your small smile turned into a wide grin.  “Heck of an ice breaker though, right?”

[isadora-greenhall]

The 100 - Favourite Characters

challenge: rank your favourite characters from the 100, 1-10 in order, in gif format! one slot per character, try to force yourself to choose. then tag ten people to do the same!

i’m finally caught up with the 100 so i’m able to do these tags, yay!!!

i was tagged by the lovely @nymini ! thank you, darling, i loved reading your answers and seeing your placements ^u^

(also, i know i said i’d do this a few hours after i saw your post lmao but a few days was the best i could do in the end lmao X’D)

anyway, here we go!

1. every film or show i watch or book i read, i pick one character to be my literary bf. this is he okay lmao. he’s cute as hell, and a good person, whose mistakes are always understandable even if i don’t personally agree with them (the pike stuff was still bs but still...)

2. LET HER HAVE NICE THINGS PLEASE GOD. she’s super smart, knows it, and isn’t afraid to let everyone know it - hella inspiring. she also puts WAY too much pressure on herself - hella relatable. my heart breaks for her every season, at least she got a cute bf in this last one lol (finally something kinda okay for her!!!!!) <3

sidenote: i had to scroll WAY TOO FAR through the gifs to find one of her smiling gfdi lmao not okay >:C

3. this little badass! i love how far she comes between the last two seasons - she learns so much from her mentor, and makes the right choice for her own mental health to “drop” (as my mother would say) murphy while in space. love her blossoming interest in tech and engineering, hope to see it go further in future!

4. another character who’s come so far! who’d’ve ever thought i’d place a character i loathed so much in season one so high now??? he’s another character i want all the good things for - he genuinely wants to do good by people, but they always expect the worst from him, and he can’t always fight past it :’( love him <3

5. like bellamy, he’s always got the right (and/or understandable) intentions. like murphy, he initially pissed me tf off lol. but he’s the kind of mentor i’d want in that universe, and he’s generally a good role model <3

6. he suffered too much. so pleased he had a happy ending, but fml i cried from the second his son introduced himself as “jordan jasper green” until long after the credits finished lmao. got what he deserved, but still deserved better :’( <3

7. SOBBING. things would be so different if he were still here. like, seriously. did he even make a bad choice ever? not that i can recall. don’t @ me tho lol. yu gonplei ste odon <3

8. listen. she gives me the shits. but when i remember the little girl whose brother let her be the first person to set foot on earth so she’d be remembered as such rather than the girl under the floor, my heart breaks. she’s been through literal hell and come out the other side severely scarred. her story is so well done, and her character is fascinating. i still have hope for her, even if it’s just a single thread at this point lol (maybe two threads after her last exchange with bellamy)

9. deserved better. last words were an attempt to keep raven safe. died thinking she was gonna die. just fuck me up fam

10. literal saint. spent the rest of her life eating goop with the love of her life. went through some awful shit she shouldn’t have. r.i.p lovely one <3

if you’re shocked clarke didn’t make it onto my list, so am i tbh ngl lol. don’t get me wrong, i do love her, but i just love these other characters more *shrug*

honourable mentions:

madi - lil badass, love her guts

gaia - willing to drop everything for her beliefs (bye blodreina, hello heda lmao)

luna - another example of how lincoln alive would have changed everything imo; lost everything, and her convictions along the way, preferred for everyone to die rather than let what she perceived as an evil race endure (I’VE ONLY GOT ONE HEART Y’ALL STOP TAKING TURNS RIPPING IT OUT KTHX)

dante wallace - i think he had his heart in the right place, but his fatal flaw was literally naming his son “cage” and not expecting him to become a psycho lol

ontari - wish she’d lived, she was cool, and i think she would’ve been an asset to the good guys if she came around

also quite like titus, amazingly - another character who felt very strongly for his beliefs, but he fugged up by being a tool in the kill your gays trope so sorry man you aren’t higher

i’m not tagging anyone specifically, don’t know who else watches the 100, so do this tag if you’d like, and be sure to tag me if you do! i’d love to see it :)

[danfanciesphil]

Give Me A Try (New Chapter)

Gay Instagram Model/Bartender Phan AU Part 3

(Part One)

(Part Two)

(Read on Ao3!)

Dan’s in the middle of his break, scrolling through his phone, when a text notification appears at the top of his screen. He drops his bagel into his lap, cursing.

The text is from Phil. He doesn’t know any other Phil’s, so it has to be AmazingPhil, texting him, inexplicably.

He clicks the notification, eyes wide, simultaneously scooping up the bagel bits that have fallen onto his knees.

From: Phil To: Dan im in makeup for a weird photoshoot for some korean clothing brand and they just put loads of silver goo in my hair to make it chromey

As Dan is reading the message, searching between the lines for a reason Phil might be telling him this information, another text pings through.

From: Phil To: Dan whoops, i kinda meant to send that to PJ. but hey, if you’re interested, here’s a pic of me with ‘Kpop Idol Silver Hair Paste’ in lol xx

From: Phil To: Dan [image]

The phone slips from Dan’s fingers, clattering through his legs to the floor of the staff room. Phil has sent him a selfie. An un-edited, un-Instagrammed photo of his breathtaking face, up close. Sure, there’s a weird silvery goop in his usually raven hair, but still. Gingerly, Dan retrieves the phone, a small, strangled sound escaping from his throat as he surveys the image in front of him.

It makes a little more sense now that Phil has informed him that he had actually mistakenly texted the original message, but did the guy really have to follow up with a photo? He must, surely, be aware of Dan’s crush. He witnessed the brunt of Dan’s obsessive stalking in person on his phone, after all.

Bagel entirely forgotten, Dan just stares down into the pixelated blue of Phil Lester’s eyes, wondering how to respond, and if he even should. Deciding eventually that it would be rude not to, Dan shakily types out something he hopes is vaguely witty.

From: Dan To: Phil hahaha wow :’) kpop? more like kpoop. (it looks like bird poop, sorry dude.) x

From: Phil To: Dan hahaha it does ur so right. and if you think thats bad you should see the outfits… xx

Settling back into his chair, Dan bites his lip. As he thinks of a potential response, his eyes wander over to the spot, just to the right of him, where he and Phil had stood not long ago, when it had seemed like maybe, possibly, Phil might’ve…

But obviously that’s absurd. 

Dan’s wishful thinking had clearly driven him to the point of hallucination, because the very notion that Phil Lester, AmazingPhil, the famous Instagram model, would ever have looked at Dan as anything more than a random bartender, is laughable.

Dan sighs to himself, then smirks. Well, just because he has no chance, doesn’t mean he can’t utilise his semi-connection to the celebrity to get some behind-the-scenes footage of his fave.

From: Dan To: Phil well now i have to see x

There’s a noticeable pause, and Dan wonders, panicking vaguely, if he may have pushed too far. Is it a little much to ask this of Phil? Maybe he just won’t respond, and Dan will have to quit his job forever, or maybe just spend his shifts on red alert that Phil will wander into the bar, and hide from him if he does-

He texts back.

From: Phil To: Dan [image]

From: Phil To: Dan hot, right? xx

For two long, uninterrupted minutes, Dan is frozen. Then, he lets out a muffled groan of frustration. The photo Phil sent is a full body shot taken by someone else; he’s dressed in an asymmetrical long white t-shirt with several long rips through the chest, some bright pink camouflage trousers, and a shiny silver puffer jacket with a black fur-lined hood. The outfit is a complete disaster, but it doesn’t matter in the slightest. His chest is visible through the slits in the tee; having seen it twice now IRL, Dan is drawn to the slivers he can see. The trousers make his eyes pop, and the jacket matches the silver streaked through his hair.

His pose is casual, feet apart, smirking at the camera, with his hands gesturing to his body as if to say ‘see what i mean?’. If he’d posted this on his Instagram, Dan gets the feeling he’d have saved it to his camera roll anyway, maybe even made it his phone background.

Dan’s done that with a few of his favourite photos of Phil in the past. He won’t even dwell on the time when Phil posted a photo of himself in the bath and Dan, in a semi-sleep-deprived fit of insanity, printed the photo out and stuck it on his wall.

Tyler came over once, weeks later, saw the photo taped above Dan’s bed, and tore the thing down. He’d told Dan, quite rightly, to stop being such a creep and keep his crazed obsessive behaviour to social media like everyone else.

“Who even has physical photos these days?? You’re like a fucking serial killer!”

Dan chuckles at this memory. He’s glad for Tyler, sometimes, even if he’s only good for keeping Dan’s stalkerish behaviour within the realms of normalcy.

Belatedly, he realises it’s been over five minutes and he still hasn’t responded to Phil. Also, his break is close to being over.

From: Dan To: Phil woww. please, phil of the future, tell me what life is like in 2087 x

From: Phil To: Dan stawwp. i keep laughing out loud at what ur saying and now the designer is sending me death glares :’’’D xx

Trying hard to ignore the fact that his dorky jokes are apparently literally making Phil ‘lol’, Dan checks the time, and sighs, typing out another message.

From: Dan To: Phil is the designer a martian? or maybe secretly one of those reptile-people? maybe skin him just to be safe. also my break is over so i gtg. have fun on set of NASA’s moonlanding recreation x

From: Phil To: Dan aww ur at work too? that sux. i forgot that u work at night lol. hope u stay dry this evening ;) xx

From: Dan To: Phil speaking of… why are u at work? isnt it kind of late for a photoshoot? x

From: Phil To: Dan well its 8am here so no haha xx

From: Dan To: Phil where are you? x

From: Phil To: Dan seoul :) hence the… unusual fashion lol xx

Dan’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead. He stands from his chair, throws his half eaten bagel in the trash, and looks around himself. He’s in the staff room - a small, dusty space with a row of falling apart lockers, a couple of chairs and a small table. There’s a hook on the wall which holds a load of unused aprons, and a rusty heater for when it’s especially cold.

He’s about to go back out to serve a load of rowdy customers some overpriced cocktails, then mop a dancefloor sticky with sweat, alcohol, and whatever other liquids might have found their way there. Then, he’s going to go back to his crummy flat way across in Kemptown, unfold his sofabed, and fall asleep to Netflix.

Phil, on the other side of the world in Korea, is having his hair, makeup and wardrobe done by professionals. He’s being treated like a celebrity, no doubt, and pampered excessively. Later, he’ll receive high-definition, professional photographs of himself looking gorgeous, and post them to his Instagram, where millions of people will tell him how stunning he looks.

Dan sighs to himself. How the other half lives.

*

The following day, Dan wakes up to find that Phil has updated his Instagram story, and posted the photo with the silver goo in his hair. The same one he’d sent to Dan. The caption reads:

Not sure silver hair was a good idea! The designer was going for Kpop, but ended up with Kpoop… can’t wait to show you guys the photos from this shoot! xx

Two things cross Dan’s mind.

First, Dan can now officially state that he had a sneak-peek at an official AmazingPhil photo before it was posted.

Second, the bitch totally stole his joke.

He smiles to himself ruefully, then decides to leave a comment. There’s no way that Phil will even see it - he’s never seen any of Dan’s others, or at least Dan sincerely hopes he hasn’t, as they’re mostly things like ‘choke me’ or ‘slap me round the face with your yaoi hands dad’.

Okay, maybe he tends to leave those sorts of comments when he’s less than sober.

This time, Dan just taps out a simple:

danisnotonfire: joke stealing is a low form of theft phil smh ;)

Still smiling to himself, Dan rolls over onto his side, and settles in to watch Phil’s story. The stories are usually long, silly, and full of adorable clips of Phil being clumsy and cute. As expected, this one is no exception. It’s a tour of Phil’s hotel room in Seoul, which is very posh.

Phil exclaims over the origami hand towels on his bed, the robe provided for him in the wardrobe, and the multiple options on the ‘disco shower’ as he calls it. Just as Dan is marvelling at the panoramic shot Phil has filmed of his view from the balcony, a notification pings at the top of his screen.

amazingphil replied to your comment: joke stealing is…

Dan sits bolt upright in bed, the sheets falling off him. He runs a hand through his messy hair, eyes wide. He clicks the notification before it disappears, heart pounding.

Oh no, oh no, oh no. Dan hadn’t intended for him to actually see. What if Phil thinks he’s being rude? He doesn’t actually mind Phil stealing his stupid joke about the hair goo. It’s an honour, if anything, that Phil finds his dumb joke good enough to post as a caption millions of people will read.

Heart thrumming, Dan finds the response Phil left.

danisnotonfire: joke stealing is a low form of theft phil smh ;)

amazingphil: @danisnotonfire aha i was kinda hoping you wouldn’t see ;D

Another notification pings at the top of his screen.

amazingphil started following you

“Holy shit,” Dan says to nobody.

amazingphil liked your photo

“Fuck,” Dan squeaks, clutching his pillow for support. “Stop it Phil, I’m gonna have a heart attack.”

Curious, Dan clicks the last notification, wondering which photo it was that Phil pressed the little heart for. To his surprise, it’s a selfie, one he took at work around a month ago. He took it during a lull between serving, if he remembers correctly. The lighting hadn’t been awful when he was doing his hourly fringe check in his phone camera, so he’d snapped a pic. It’s nothing special, just a moody expression and a wash of pink lighting across one half of his face.

amazingphil commented on your photo

amazingphil: nice pout ;) xx

Dan falls back into the pillows, mind obliterating itself into a thousand, tiny pieces.

*

Over the next few weeks, Dan has several text conversations with Phil. They’re usually started by Phil himself, who will - out of what Dan assumes is boredom - sometimes send him a random meme, a musing about his surroundings, or a selfie. For obvious reasons, Dan prefers the latter.

No matter how many times Phil reaches out via text, the surreality of it never fails to send Dan’s mind freewheeling. It always knocks the wind out of his lungs, it always makes him stop dead in his tracks, and it always leaves him struggling to recover for the next few hours. Whenever this happens at work, Tyler never fails to tease him mercilessly.

“Whoops! Please excuse him, sir, his mind has been blended by a single text from his crush,” Tyler tells a customer the fifth time Dan drops a glass behind the bar.

Dan scowls at his friend, but doesn’t try to defend himself. It’s true, after all. One text from Phil has him behaving like a moron. He becomes physically inept, unable to make the simplest drink.

One night, after the bar has closed, Dan and Tyler are cleaning up.

“So when’s he gonna stop torturing you over text and come sweep you off your beer-drenched tootsies?”

Dan rolls his eyes at this. “He’s not, Ty. He’s a rich and famous superstar, and I’m clearing up puke for the third day in a row.”

Dan wrinkles his nose as he continues mopping up the patch of vomit. He’s suspicious at this point; three days in a row is unusual. Is the same person coming in each night and spewing their guts all over the dance floor out of spite? Perhaps it’s some sort of hate crime.

“It’s like a Cinderella story!” Ty exclaims, pirouetting around his broom. “Except it’s gay, which makes it even better.”

Dan scoffs at him. “I’m pretty sure fairytales don’t involve stalking someone over social media and having them find out. He’s just taking pity on me because he saw that first night that I’m a fan.” Dan dunks the mop back in the bucket, turning to Tyler. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he has a boyfriend.”

Tyler sucks in a scandalised breath. “What! Who?”

Dragging the mop back to the supply closet, Dan laughs. “Remember the drunk guy he came with? The one who gave me a lovely Rainforest shower?”

“Him?”

Dan sighs, locks the cupboard, and nods. He digs into his pocket for his phone, and brings it over to show Tyler the photo of Phil and Charlie kissing. Matt, the security guard wanders over to see as well, letting out a low whistle.

“He’s a nonce if he thinks that guy’s behaviour was attractive,” Matt says. “He puked ‘soon as I got him out the door that night. All over the pavement.”

Dan looks at Matt, tilting his head in interest. “He did?”

Tyler plucks the phone out of Dan’s hand, zooming into the photo to have a better look, a frown on his face.

“Yep, your friend there came out, called him an Uber and sent him off,” Matt says. “Doubt pukey there would’ve made it home without him.”

“Nice guy,” Dan mutters, cheeks warm.

“This is staged,” Tyler announces abruptly.

“What?”

“Look,” he says, bringing the phone back over for Dan to see.

He zooms in on the crux of the kiss, right onto Phil’s face. Dan grimaces.

“Ty, I don’t want to see-”

“Shut up and look at his face,” Tyler interrupts, grabbing Dan’s chin and angling it towards the phone. “See how his lips are puckered? All stiff and pointed, like he’s kissing his grandma. And his eyes are open.”

“He’s looking at the camera!”

“Nah, Tyler’s right mate,” Matt says. The gum he’s chewing is making gross squishy sounds right in Dan’s ear as he leans over to look. “He looks awkward as hell.”

Dan narrows his eyes at the photo, trying to see what the others see.

“Besides, didn’t you say he hated that guy?” Tyler asks, clicking off the photo.

Dan tuts, snatching his phone back. “Well, apparently he was just being nice to compensate for the fact his kissing buddy covered me in sugary cocktail.”

He makes the smart decision to step away from this preposterous conversation before he does something stupid. Like allow either of these morons to give him hope that Phil is actually single.

Not that Phil being single would even matter.

“Or he was making it clear that he’s available!” Tyler calls after him as Dan stalks over to the staff room. “He whipped his shirt off for you twice and gave you his number. Do you think he’d do that if he had a boyfriend?”

“Drop it, Ty!” Dan calls back, shutting the staff room door behind him.

He will not let himself fall into the trap of daring to believe he could get someone as gorgeous, as hilarious, as pure and… amazing, as Phil Lester. 

He won’t.

*

This is a good philosophy, in theory.

In practise, it turns out to be a lot more difficult. Dan finds this out to his cost when Phil strolls into Habenero the following Friday with Charlie Hickory at his side. Dan’s stomach sinks as soon as he sees the pair, the butterflies that appear each time Phil so much as acknowledges exploding into dust the moment he registers who Phil is here with.

Phil makes a beeline for the bar, a big smile on his face as he sees Dan. Warily, Dan smiles back, very aware that he is not exactly Charlie’s biggest fan.

“Dan!” Phil sings, chipper as ever.

Blushing already, Dan waves an awkward hand. He will never, he’s sure, get used to hearing his name on Phil Lester’s lips. “Hi. You’re back.”

“Of course! This is my local hangout now,” Phil says, winking. “Great cocktails, cute bar staff, crazy Bingo nights… this place has got it all.”

“Some people might not agree with you about the cocktails,” Dan can’t help himself saying, glancing at Charlie.

Charlie shuffles awkwardly on the spot. “Right,” he says, casting a look at Phil. They share a look that seems loaded with something Dan is not privy to, and then Charlie sighs, turning to Dan. “I wanted to, uh, apologise. About last time. Totally not cool of me to… tell you off like that. I was wasted.”

For an awkward moment, Dan waits for the actual word ‘sorry’ to leave Charlie’s mouth. It becomes obvious fairly swiftly that the dude feels he’s already said enough, so Dan just gives him a tight smile, and clears his throat.

“Oh, yeah man,” he says. “Let’s just… move on, I guess.”

If Charlie won’t say sorry, then Dan’s sure as hell not going to say he forgives him.

“So, drinks?” Phil asks, seeming to sense the taut atmosphere. “Maybe not cocktails?”

Dan can’t help the splutter of laughter, but Charlie shoots a dagger-like glare Phil’s way. It makes Dan’s lip curl; how could anyone be angry with Phil, of all people?

“Maybe some beers?” Dan suggests, teeth clenched. “We have a load of craft beers, or if you’re more into spirits I could make you guys a-”

“I’ll have a vodka and light tonic, no ice,” Charlie interrupts. “A double. If you use regular tonic, I will know.”

“Charlie,” Phil hisses under his breath.

They exchange another loaded look, and again Charlie sighs, turning to Dan with a fake smile. “Please.”

Swallowing the urge to roll his eyes, Dan nods, then gladly turns his attention to Phil. “And for you?”

“Oh,” Phil says, like it’s only just occurred to him that he needs to order as well. “God, I’m so bad at deciding, err…”

As he’s dithering, Charlie sighs. “Are you cool to get these, Phil? I’m gonna go find us a table.”

“You don’t wanna dance?”

“Not in the mood.”

Phil nods, obviously disappointed. “Okay, yeah, I’ll meet you in the back.”

With that, Charlie is gone, slipping into the crowd. The look of distaste must be more evident on Dan’s face than he thinks, because Phil laughs at it.

“I know,” Phil says. “But he does have a few… marginally amiable qualities.”

‘Why have you chosen to be with someone that’s marginally amiable when you’re so great,’ is what Dan wants to ask. Instead, he simply shrugs, deciding to change the subject.

“Have you decided on a drink yet? I’d better get on with making his low-cal dishwater.”

Phil laughs a little, then leans forwards, his smile deepening as he leans across the bar. “Surprise me.”

Something sparks a roman candle in Dan’s stomach, and his skin prickles with the heat it creates. He drags his eyes free of Phil’s with some difficulty, nodding, and turns to make the drinks.

He prepares Phil a ‘PopQueen’ cocktail, which is one of their most popular. It’s inspired by popcorn, along with the trio of Pop Queens that rule the gay music scene: Gaga, RiRi, and Bey. The moscato vodka base is made from Italian grapes to represent Gaga’s heritage, the spiced rum is a shoutout to Bey’s favourite drink, and Riri comes in in the form of a smoky splash of passion fruit bitter. The rest is topped up with popcorn syrup, lemonade, a sprinkle of caramel popcorn kernels, and as many sparkly cocktail sticks as Dan can fit in.

He explains the whole concoction to Phil as he presents it, a little smug because he knows this is an impressive looking cocktail. It’s probably his favourite one to make; the Viniq shimmery moscato vodka makes the drink swirl and shimmer - always exceptionally pretty.

Sure enough, Phil’s mouth drops open at the sight of it. “Okay wow,” Phil says, chuckling. “I’m gonna get drunk tonight, aren’t I?”

“If that’s your plan, this should definitely help you on your way,” Dan says, laughing too. “I wouldn’t recommend having a second if you want to remember your evening.”

Phil leans forwards to take a sip of the PopQueen, moaning around the straw, much to Dan’s dismay. He plucks one of the popcorn pieces off and eats it, eyes closed. In related news, Dan struggles not to fall to the floor. “Dan, you are an artiste,” Phil says. “Popcorn is my all time favourite food.”

“Oh, wow, that’s... lucky, I guess,” Dan stammers, a swell of pride surging up into his chest. “Glad you like it.”

“So, how much?”

“Oh, on the house.” Dan smiles, sliding the cocktail across the bar along with Charlie’s vodka tonic. “I feel bad for not letting you in on the forfeit for Bingo last time.”

The look on Phil’s face softens into something so sweet Dan can taste sugar on his tongue. 

“You don’t have to do that,” Phil says softly.

“It’s fine, really,” Dan assures him, all but sliding his elbows across the bar towards him. “I insist.”

A twitch in the corner of Phil’s mouth, and then he’s leaning across the bar. It happens slowly, but Dan still manages to be caught off guard. One moment, he’s watching, bemused, as Phil inches towards him, and the next there’s a light press of paper-soft lips to his cheek. A scratch of stubble grazes over Dan’s skin as Phil leans away.

“Thanks,” Phil tells him, smiling. “You’re sweet, Dan.”

And then he’s turning away, drinks in hand, slipping into the mass of people.

*

For the next few hours, Dan hopes for Phil to return to the bar for another round. He waits, eagerly, for this moment to come. Instead, Charlie is the one who brings his and Phil’s glasses back over, and waves to flag down Dan’s attention.

He nods in acknowledgement, finishing up the drinks order he’s in the middle of, and sidling over to Charlie. He forces a strained smile.

“Same again?”

“Yeah,” Charlie says, digging out his phone. “And a couple of vodka shots.”

He says nothing else, eyes glued to his phone screen. Dan waits for a moment before moving off, eyes stuck to Charlie’s face. He’s the kind of gorgeous that shouldn’t exist in real life. Unblemished, tanned skin. Clean, dark stubble, lacing his perfect, razorblade jawline. His hair is a swoop of glossy mahogany; even the cut of it looks expensive.

Charlie’s eyes flick up to Dan’s, obviously questioning why he’s staring, so Dan nods, embarrassed, and hurries to make the drinks. From a superficial standpoint, it’s obvious why Phil is with Charlie. Obviously, in Dan’s eyes, Phil is the most attractive man on the planet, but that’s just because he’s Dan’s type. Even he can tell that Charlie is objectively a beautiful human being.

It’s just a shame about everything below the surface level.

Dan pours the two shots Charlie ordered. “All together it’s twenty pounds, please.”

Charlie snorts, then pockets his phone at last. “Figures you’d give Phil the discount.”

He pulls out a twenty and slaps it on the counter.

“Sorry, I can’t give you guys free drinks all night.”

Charlie just stares back at him, a faint, knowing smile caught on his dusty pink lips. One of this thick eyebrows is slightly quirked, sliding an irritation under Dan’s skin. “Listen, Danny, is it?”

“Dan,” he grits.

“Dan,” Charlie says, leaning across the bar. “A little advice, yeah? Don’t be so transparent. It just comes across as pathetic.”

He downs both the shots in quick succession, baffling Dan, who is frozen, mortified, to the spot. Before his brain can thaw enough to stammer out some witty rebuttal, Charlie has swept the drinks off the counter, and is moving away.

Cheeks burning, Dan turns around, trying to calm his boiling blood. He squeezes his fists together, counting to ten, the way he makes himself after all encounters with dickhead customers.

“Hey, sweetcheeks, can we get some drinks over here, please?”

With a deep sigh, Dan unclenches his fists, and turns to the next customer.

*

At around one in the morning, Dan runs to the bathroom for a minute, and on his way, he sees Charlie. He’s against the wall of the club, near the DJ booth. There’s a muscular, dark-skinned man pressing him there; their faces are close. Dan can’t stop, he’s left Tyler and Dodie to the mercy of the drunks in their worst state - things get rowdy an hour before closing - and he needs to get back there. So, instead, he simply tucks the image away in his mind, to think about later on.

That man, leant against Charlie in a less-than-innocent seeming stance, was certainly not Phil, after all. As he exits the bathroom, he notices that Charlie is gone, as is whoever was with him.

*

At 1:55am, the lights come on. As usual, an enormous groan chants out of the crowd of patrons on the dance floor, followed by a few pairs awkwardly stepping out of the shadows, some squinting and eye-covering, and the slow, jelly-legged walk to the coat-check area.

“I think I just saw some guy getting up off his knees in the corner,” Tyler says despondently. “Shotgun not mopping the floor tonight.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Dan sighs. “On the dance floor? Really? Why can’t they suck each other off in the bathroom like normal people?”

“Oh, there were definitely people doing that in one of the stalls about an hour ago,” someone says to Dan’s right. The voice, for some reason, sends the hairs up on the back of Dan’s neck.

He turns, wondering when Matt’s voice got so low, only to find that Phil has perched himself on one of the bar stools, the dregs of his cocktail still in a glass in front of him. For a moment, Dan is too stunned at the sight of him to reply. Then, he registers that the lights are on, and cringes, knowing he likely looks frightful. Phil, of course, looks radiant as ever even under the harsh fluorescents, apart from a faint tiredness, visible in the dark circles underneath his eyes.

“You’re still here,” Dan comments. “I thought you guys had gone.”

“Charlie left,” Phil says, looking away from Dan. “Or I assume he did.”

Out of sight, Tyler catches Dan’s eye, making an obscene gesture with his hands before snickering and running off in the direction of the supply closet. Dan just glares after him, pink-cheeked, and turns back to Phil.

“Wait, he left without telling you?”

One of Phil’s shoulders moves towards his neck, then falls. “He does that.”

“Wow that’s… kind of shitty.”

As soon as the words are out, Dan regrets them. He can’t help but think of Charlie’s comment from earlier; it rings in his ears as if the guy had screamed it at him.

Don’t be so transparent. It just comes across as pathetic.

He was right, probably, though Dan had hated hearing it. He should stop being such a suck-up. It must be awkward and cringey for Phil to see Dan so obviously smitten.

Still, Phil throws him a faint smile. “It’s cool. He’s just a flaky guy. A bit of a princess. He grew up rich, so he’s always been a bit superficial. I’m trying to wring the bourgeoisie out of his blue blood.”

Dan snorts with laughter. “In my experience, you can’t filter the dickishness out of people very easily.”

There’s a silence, then. Phil regards him with a faintly curious expression.

“Maybe I’m wrong,” Dan says once the silence gets too uncomfortable. He shrugs, grabbing the rag from his back pocket and starting to wipe down the bar. “I don’t know the guy, really. I’ve just had a couple of unfortunate experiences with him.”

“Oh no,” Phil says, face falling. “What did he do this time?”

Dan laughs, bitterly. “Don’t worry about it. He’s just a little mouthy, is all.”

“Ugh, I’m sorry.”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“So, when do you get to leave this place?” Phil asks, playing with his glass. He still hasn’t drunk the remainder of his cocktail. “Or do you sleep here?”

“On weekdays, the bar closes at two, so I get out of here at around two-thirty.”

“Christ,” Phil mutters. “And I thought my job was long hours.”

A laugh bursts out of Dan’s throat, but he covers it as best he can with a cough, turning away. Busying himself with ‘dusting’ some liquor bottles, Dan tries to compose a straight face. Is Phil honestly going to try and argue that his job is difficult? When was the last time that guy ever grabbed a broom, or handled someone’s sticky change?

In a minute, Dan is going to go into the corner of the dance floor, get down on his knees, and clean up some randomer’s come. A few weeks ago he saw Phil swanning about a five-star hotel in Korea. If AmazingPhil’s worst complaint is that he had to have a few questionable outfit choices put on him, and some silvery goo in his hair, then he needs a reality check.

Nevertheless, Dan knows that he can’t say any of this. Not only would he never dream of insulting Phil Lester, but it’s pointless to try and explain the differences between classes to someone in a privileged position. They’ve usually forgotten how to understand.

“Are you close by, at least?” Phil asks, interrupting Dan’s thoughts.

Dan turns back to him. “Kemptown. It’s half an hour’s walk, more or less.”

“You walk?” Phil asks, eyebrows skyrocketing towards his quiff. “At two in the morning?”

“Five in the morning on weekends,” Dan confirms, hiding a smile at Phil’s surprise. “It’s okay, you get used to it. Besides, it’s mostly just drunk idiots chugging cans of cider and threatening to run into the sea. Not too scary.”

Despite Dan’s reassurance, the look of pity and concern on Phil’s face doesn’t subside. After a while, Dan turns from it, feeling awkward. He busies himself with clearing away the last of the empty glasses, yawning into the crook of his elbow. Tonight was rough.

“You should crash at mine,” Phil blurts.

Sure he must have misheard, Dan faces Phil slowly. “Um, what?”

“If you’re exhausted, I mean.” Phil fidgets, fingers tapping against his glass. “Like, on the nights you can’t face walking all the way home, you can totally just sleep on my sofa.”

Speechless, Dan simply stares.

“The couch is pretty comfy,” Phil continues in a ramble, not meeting Dan’s eye. “And my flat is just up the road, literally like a minute away. I’m not saying, y’know, come over every night, ‘cause obviously… that might be an issue, but you can absolutely stay round on, say, Saturday nights when you finish later. That wouldn’t be a problem.”

He’s just being nice. That’s Dan’s only explanation. Phil Lester is a sweetheart of a person, and he got so worried about the hypothetical danger involved in Dan’s walks home, that he offered something big, even though he didn’t really mean it.

Dan is a stranger to him. He needs to decline the polite offer, and let Phil off the hook he accidentally created to string himself up on.

So, Dan forces out a small chuckle, and says: “Oh, no, it’s really fine. Thanks for the offer, that’s really good of you, but I quite like the walk. It’s a nice come down after a busy night.”

Phil nods, chewing his lip. He looks unconvinced. “I’m not just saying it, though.” His voice has dropped to a lower tone. “Like tonight… you’re so tired, I can see it. Just grab some sleep at mine before you head back across town.”

As soon as Phil mentions it, the quilt of his own exhaustion flops around his shoulders, dragging Dan’s bones towards the floor. He tries to picture the stumble back to his crummy flat in Kemptown, loathing each imaginary step.

“You barely know me,” Dan says - one last attempt at refusal.

Sensing he’s won, Phil smiles very slightly, then downs the rest of his cocktail at last. “I don’t know if it’s just me, Dan, but I have this feeling that we’re going to be good friends.”

(Part 4!)

[artsyreina-blog]

Chapter 3:the king and his concubine

Ok so this is chapter 3 of my one-shots,this time im gonna make an au where the story of errormare will happen so here it is,but a little warning of mentioned abuse,kk so here it is...

Ship:errormare

In the land of ebott kingdom,there was a dark skeleton who is being sold in a market as a slave,he was a petite skeleton,big innocent eyes that was full of sadness,pain,agony,and dismay,he wore a rag dress,and had shackles on his legs,and arms,his fragile body is covered in scratches,chips,dust,blood,etc. He was a drstroyer of universes,but ink and the other's ambush leaves him in a weak state,but when he fell into another au he was find by an olde farmer and took care of him,he thought he would be happy,but...he was wrong,a few weaks ago they have been a masscre in the village near their farm,when they were planning to escape,the farmer was killed and he was kidnapped to sold of to the market as a slave,he was stuck in a cage,while some other like had too stuck in the cage as well,however they were being bought,a servant,helper and...the other type of slavery,he felt that no one will want,when he was about to lose hope,their was shout,everybody looked behind them who shouted and immediately bow down,as they made a path,and what he saw made him feel stunned,a white horse straddled infront of him,their ridding the horse was xvent,he wore a shoulder plates that colored silver with two white shash going on different direction in a form of a X,he wore a black thick tunic underneath,while his pants is white he also wore another armor that covered both of his hips,also colored symbol but it had purple moon symbol on it,it also had a shash that ends in an X formation in the middle of its top pelvis area,but in the middle also a moon symbol but colored blue,he wore black boots that had two X's on each of them,and lastly he wore also wore arm graments that the same as the boots and black and white ripped scarf,he was the captain of the of the dreamland's army especially nightmare's,he gets off the horse and stand infront where he is,he looked down and looked at the saler,the saler asked"u-um sir xvent,is q-quite suprising y-you come here um are you interested in anything?",the saler asked nerviously,while error was still looking at the skeleton who looked a lot like cross in a suprised eyes.

Xvent(cross)P.O.V:*sighs*(today me and the papyrus guards are in the town city square,looking for something to ease nightmare's mind for awhile,but what?)he thought unfornunately he found everybody huddling in the middle of the city square,going about something when he came closer,he found out some people are selling slaves to everyone,appearantly he caught a sight of an abuse,broken smol skeleton,he felt something in his soul to help that poor skeleton he doesn't know why,but without thinking he immadiately gone infront of the one who's selling the slaves,when he stopped he hopped of he horse and looked down at the skeleton looking at him with big innocent eyes that filled pain,sadness,and...confusion,he then looked at the seller he looked nervous he thought(heh)when the seller asked what he wanted he immidiately pointed at error,the seller was suprised he choose error,the seller give the petite skeleton to him,when he took out a poches of coins,once he did he told the papyrus guards to carry the cage back to the palace,now one lasting...how the frick is he gonna explained this to nigthmare,he sighed thinking i wouldn't probably end well.

NM P.O.V:*growls*where is that dammed!moron,i've been waiting here only to find out he came back with something,well took long enough when i got of the throne i froze a sudden negative feelings wash over me and another is feeling is like...like...destruction...he got to see where did that feelings came from and why,when i came down tge stairs,i hear the gates open and looked out the window seeing xvent the guards came back but they also carrying something as well,once i was in the grand hall,the grand door opened let xvent,and the guards in with a...cage?wait-what!?,i gotta see this.

Error P.O.V:after i was sold to him,xvent thats his name,i was brought into a palace,i still feel stunned of what happend,while i was still processing of what just happend,i suddenly felt a strong negative energy,it..felt..weird,once we got in i saw where in some kind of hall,and it stood in the hall was a black-gooped colored skeleton with a crown on his head with a moon symbol on it,all i can do is back away a little make myself feel small,and just watched on what will happen.

Xvent P.O.V:after i explained to nightmare about what happend in the city square he suddenly become interested on the skeleton i brought with me,when he got closed to the cage,while the guards opened it we suddenly flinched back on a sudden loud and yet a weak shierk,as if begging for mercy,my soul felt incredible pain from hearing someone like that let out such a weak shierk,it seems this monster was not just hurt in a physicall state but in a emotional and mental state whoever did this to him,they will be some hell to pay.

NM P.O.V: I was interested on the skeleton that xvent brought in and told me about,so i came closer to the cage when the guards open the gate as i came closer,we suddenly flinched back when let out a shriek but it was a weak one as if it was begging for mercy,i was speechless,so when the shriek finally calms down all we hear is a weak whimper from the skeleton,but that didn't stop me from getting closer once i did and that's when i felt it!the deatruction!?the power!?it...it...it...it felt...addicting he mentally grin on what he felt from this skeleton,and when he looked closer at the skeleton he felt a little suprised on how the skeleton looked so...innocent and yet he raditates such addicting power,the best of all?it was destruction,such beautiful feeling he took one last look at the skeleton amd order the guards to get the skeleton ready its stunned everybody including the skeleton,he did not say anything as the others do what he say,he smirked once he meets the skeleton again in his room he wants to feel that feeling again but he needs to trust him first and think what he should to him,as he gets also ready himself to meet the skeleton.

Xvent P.O.V:i was stunned on what mare's had just said,when i looked at the skeleton he was too looked stuuned,hmm i wonder what nightmare want him,maybe he should find out later,right now he is going to help skeleton-error his name-to get ready meet with the king,as we got into the royal bathroom,when we told him to strip off his clothes he was hesistant but he did it anyway and needless to say i was shocked of his body even the guards too one of them couldn't looked at such scene not because of akwardness no it was of sadness for the poor skeleton,his body is and really bad state...like really...really...really very bad one at that.

~skip on washing,healing some problems,and dressing~

NM P.O.V: As i wait patiently i hear a knock on my door,when i told them to come in xvent seemed a little worried maybe he is worried for his little brother maybe thats it,but when i was asked about to ask him where the skeleton was he suddenly open the door wide,and there stood the skeleton i want to see and surely he looked divine wearing an indigo drees,i told the skeleton to come in and tell the rest to leave us be when they did i told him to sit by me,we talked for a momment,and i was clearly suprised who is he really is,error the forced god of destruction,destroyer of universes,he told me everything about himself,his past,and what happend and i believed him because the power he radiated off,when i told him to come closer,he was hesistant but he came closer anyway and thats when i felt his power it was addicting,it felt good,and when i let my energy wash over him the next thing i knew he came closer without hesistation and latch himself to me,and i purred in delight when this skeleton latched himself to me,to needing comfort,and as i start gently caress his head he flinched but came even closer,from what's it looked he never had a gentle touch before,as i did this my mind was racing cause of this feeling that came from him it made his soul beats even faster before,then he came to conclusion if he wants to keep error close to him then he will make him his spouse,his partner,his mate,his lover,...his concubine,he grin but his grin is a possessive,love struck grin,he made up his mind he will make error his concubine.

error was only his and nobody can take him away from him,error was his and his alone and nobody else.

You

Mine

Alone

And

Nobody

Else

Arsty:welp this is creepy

Beerus:*wheezing*

NaJ!NM:*wheezing as well*

Artsy:welp im gonna help them for a bit*yells*WHIS!!

Whis:*comes in to hold back beerus*

Arsty:*holds back lune*

(Lel nicknamed him that cause why not)

This was inspired in the story of become mine and mine alone by the most greatest writer in undertale history by @harrish6