#anyways check out the fic it's very good

[bumbleboa]

It's then, that he hears it. The melody that has been stuck in his head all day, the clear chimes of bells, the rising voices of the choir, the energetic, forceful movements of the orchestra, it's all exactly what Kaito's mind has supplied him with. It fills up the redecorated temple, completing the illusion of being in a church. Every Sentinel perks up at the powerful sound that is almost physical, and they seem confused, instinctively looking around as if they can't make out the source. Kaito, however, hidden on a beam high up, surrounded by his doves, doesn't have any trouble locating it. Their eyes meet. A flimsy fragment of a thought, a tendril of emotions connects them as their rhythms align effortlessly and the music seems to swell, growing into a breathtaking, speedy fortissimo, before falling silent. 

- Al Rigore Di Tempo by imagineering

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

four walls playlist

[lynne-monstr]

seimei: it's not like we'll ever see each other again bye seimei: lmao can't believe you showed up after what you said

[illegiblehandwriting1]

do you ever think about the fact that if Sky - y'know, Godslayer, Chosen Hero of Hylia, certified almighty badass - ever fought the Shadow, he would just be fighting himself so it would be the hardest battle he's ever fought and it would all come down to luck and attitude. yeah me too.

[seaweedstarshine]

You know that time in the comics when the Doctor is so depressed, he shuts off the lights, turns on an interrogation spotlight, locks himself in the console room, and argues with a bunch of judgmental shadow-figures resembling his past incarnations?

And all the TARDIS' lights go out and her interior becomes a maze to keep his companions out of the console room, all from her psychic connection with the Doctor (“moodbleed”)?

And his companions are left wandering in circles for two days as the air goes “stale,” not knowing where he is but thinking the worst, while he hallucinates in a dark room?

...because I'm thinking again about the times this definitely happened when he was with the Ponds.

[kanene-yaaay]

Welcome to the White... Space?

Kanene’s notes: OKay, okay, since the first time I saw Omori interacting with the floating hands the FIRST thing that appeared in my mind was “t,,,,tickles,,,” and thank you so much for @soft--valentine and their awesome fanart that gave me inspiration to write this quick scenario. Also, please don’t forget to check that fic from @t0mm33th3m0nst3r that is also inspired by the fanart!

Warnings: Nothing much, just a small warning for floating magic hands and not being able to move your arms. Lee!Omori. Around 1000 words.

[~*~]

The thing is, when Omori opened his eyes, he didn’t notice anything different.

Of course, there was a something (because for him, there is always a something), a piece of a feeling, a sentiment nibbling at the corner of his mind, faint, but still wary enough to make he wonder curiously about the way the red hands that floated freely around the white space approached his room, stopping and trembling mindless in the air when he turned around to stare directly at them.

He blinked, looked at it in this way or that but nothing happened so he began searching for his knife on his inventory. There was just one way to get out of here, afterall.

In the corner of his eyes, something moved.

With a quick, swift move Omori was turning back, staring at the hands that were behind him  frozen once again in the air, trembling without a care in the world.

They seemed to be closer.

But... that didn't make sense. They don't move, not unless he is close enough to trigger their run-catch-take drill.

He turned back at the inventory, fingers closing around the handle just before a bright red exclamation strayed his attention again. This time, when he looked up, it was to see the shadow of an exclamation disappearing (was that a heart in the place of the dot?) and two hands bolting in his direction.

A quiet gasp and Omori was also running, his legs carrying him to far and away, knife securely held in his hands and thoughts trying to understand how did the hands get into his room and why the hands that he passed by also showed that weird heart-exclamation before following him as well. Two quickly became five and for some reason thinking about that line of floating red hands trying to catch him made a bubbly something want to squirm in his tummy.

They were getting close. They were getting dangerously close and Omori had no idea of what would happen when they researched their target. Everything only growing more confusing when he turned around and half one of them waving and the other half wiggling their fingers.

Omori realized too late that not looking for where he was heading while running away wasn't his best idea. When he turned back, there was another red hand in front of him and both wordless surprised sound that came out of his lips and the sharp turn he got to not stumble on the hand were clumsy enough to throw his balance off, tangling his legs and making his face go too fast to meet the floor.

He closed his eyes, arms in front of him.

But he never fell.

There was warm hands on his wrists, stopping his fall and for some pieces of second Omori's voice almost said a name that used to be there to save him. But that didn't make any sense. This was the White Space. His White Space. No one was there besides him. No one should b-

The hands holding him kept pushing him upwards until he was floating a few inches from the ground. Omori kicked his legs and tested pulling his hands from hold. He kept floating on the same place. Weird.

Two other red hands appeared right in front of him, quickly patting his face, shoulders and torso with care.

Were...

Were they looking for injuries?

Omori wiggled on the same place again when a hand got too close to his side, a faint warmth running on his face. He wasn’t a child. He was not going to cry and get hurt for tripping while running.

The hand on his side froze and he felt himself froze too in answer, feeling a buzzing of adrenaline spark in his veins again. Before he could concentrate on it, however another red hands (how much there was? Six?) waved in front of his face, pinching his nose when he ignored it in favor to look at the hand that was still dangerously close to his side.

Omori scrunched his nose and made a face at the second hand when it let go, wondering, once again, what was happening as it pirouetted in front of him, poking his cheek for some reason.

Was it trying to communicate?

Before any other question could be imagined, his side was squeezed and Omori couldn't help the surprise yelp and giggle that fell from his lips.

The hands froze.

Ops.

All the other free three red hands turned their attention to the fourth on on his right side, who slowly began poking and prodding the tickle spot curiously. Each touch making a tickly shock run across his systems, inviting his mouth to turn into a smile and giggles to bubble on his throat.

Oh no.

Omori bit back his reactions, small ruffs and puffs escaping from him as the careful, delibered pokes simply did not stop and actually evolved to an awfully effective squeezing that made his legs kick and trash with all the giddy energy stuck in his system.

An involuntary squeak escaped from him when two more attacks made themselves known, one hand lightly - so light and so gentle that its only the tip of its fingers touched the ticklish skin - skittering and dancing freely across his armpit, drawing senseless lines and chasing the titters that couldn’t be helped when they scribbled from all the way from the top of his armpit until the spot where the highest rib was before going right back up and starting the entire cycle again and again and again.

The other hand, very differently, decided to take a much more rough approach, resting on the tickle spot and then digging as if there was no tomorrow. The thumb staying right in the center of the pit and the rest of the fingers energetically scratching the rest of the skin and refusing to move no matter how much Omori squirmed.

And squirm the boy did, while his arms trembled with the fact that he could not pull them down, the rest of his limbs had no such problem, legs caught in the middle of kicking non stop at every new squeeze tasing his side or just laying there and laugh his heart's content as more and more warmth filled his chest and traveled across his face, pooling on his cheeks and the tip of his ears.

And then a finger. A single only finger poked his bellybutton, the other four fingers fluttering in happiness at the crackle that was fished from this. So the index finger rested inside his bellybutton and began to scratch non stop.

All Omori's barriers were broken this moment, his eyes were closed, wrinkling at the corners, shining with unshed tears as crackles, chuckles, giggles, titters, snorts and squeals fell freely, in a lovely melodious laughter from his mouth, all the scribbles, digging, prodding, poking and scratching making his nerves buzz and dance with the fact that it tickled, it really tickled so, so much and for a moment nothing more in the world could matter beyond the tickling and the laughter and the fact that he couldn’t escape, that he was so helpless but still, it was fun, it was silly, it was unexpected, it tickled and he was not even a little afraid...

Sunny opened his eyes in the real world, a grin on his mouth, a warmth running on his face.

What was that?

[~*~]

Omori: Girl help I can’t escape

Us: U literally control the mindspace u can do anything you want, you can make them stop

Omori: I Do Not See It

[taniushka12]

havent been able to sit down and read anything* longer than like 600 words lately, which is a shame because, miraculously, theres actually quite a number of cool sounding fics in the alwake tag u_u

[pennamepersona]

i'm actually super compelled by the concept that phoenix is the only one who thought miles actually died and that everyone else knew he went abroad but the second phoenix read the note he just refused to talk to anyone about it ever again

[daz4i]

"the characters only have like 4 traits and are super boring" girl i think you're just ignoring all their depth by refusing to engage with them beyond the surface level text

[savrenim]

gods nov 5th is the gift that keeps giving

[bereft-of-frogs]

speaking of tears it seems like a bunch of star wars blogs I follow are CONSPIRING to put gifsets of That One Scene/the soulcrushing debra wilson interview on my dash this morning and I do. not. appreciate. it.

how dare

anyway back to denial land

[fallenrayvens]

undertaker for blorbo bingo

Thank you for enabling my brainrot, I love you ❤️

I love the dude as much as next guy but in this case Undertaker suffers the same from ailment as Mr. Sims: the bingo sheet did not gave me much for his case _(┐「ε:)_

Almost got one!!!

I’m curious for knowing more about him in future chapters and anxiously awaiting for more of his shenanigans. He’s a great character, I love his silly behavior contrasting with his mad scientist side and I hope Yana keeps giving us more old man lore.

Once again thank you for bearing with me and engaging with my silly interests, friend! Means a lot to me ★彡

[crsinclair]

so here's the scoop

Actually before that, I wanna say that I've participated in the Erasermic Omegaverses Zine this year, can't remember if I yelled about that on here? I was a fic writer for that - if you like Erasermic and like ABO, here's the link to the collection on Ao3! Mind the tags on the individual fics, please! ANYWAY. I've had. A fucking. Time. Kinda a rant and also an explanation for why I've been absent and also why I linked my kofi at the bottom of this. A lot of shit happened!🙃 This summer, my Papa passed away. I loved him. I really did. He was funny, kind, and he took shit from absolutely no one. If it hadn't been him I would have said I wasn't going to go help out and I was just going to go to the funeral. But it was him, so I told my friends that I was going back to the city, and I was going to help settle everything, pack his things, etc, because I loved him. I should have stayed home. First of all, my family treated me like free labor and like shit while I was there to help out. Second of all, I got into a car accident on the way to the funeral and the guy who hit me tried to intimidate me into not calling the police before driving off - and yes, I was injured. Third, my family "expressed concern" over my injury and then proceeded to have me write the obituary, decorate the funeral room alone, and asked me to be a pallbearer while injured. I could go into so much more detail but I'll spare you the horror of My Family™️. I'm honestly surprised I made it home without collapsing. AND ON THAT NOTE: A week later, I did collapse. Dramatically, and with flair. I was recovering from both whiplash, grief, and having to spend time with My Family™️ and over at my friend's grandmother's house when suddenly I didn't feel well. I stood up to splash some water on my face, got into the restroom, realized, "Hm, this is more serious than Not Feeling Well, I should tell someone Right Fucking Now," wobbled back into the other room, told the grandmother that something was wrong, and then proceeded to collapse to the ground and have a heart attack. After that, my heart rate would not calm the fuck down and I had wild heart palpitations for the next seven hours! Yes, I went to the hospital. I have been to the hospital twice more after that, had several more doctor appointments, have had several tests done (including a Tilt Table test, which 0/10, do not recommend), and there's plenty more that I could talk about (like the Tilt Table test, though I might just make a TikTok account for just to rant about that akdhfa it's both not funny and FUNNY), but what it all boils down to is this: I have a very, very severe case POTS all of a sudden and my doctor is still trying to figure out what the hell caused it. Currently I'm trying for disability benefits because I legitimately cannot work - my sleep schedule is fucked, my energy levels are all over the place, I can't stand for long at all without fainting and I can't sit for varying length of time without the same. I hate to even do this, but I'm a broke bitch who has medical bills for tests and operations (god I have one in just a few days and I am NOT looking forward to it) that I can't pay for because I don't have insurance, so: Here's my kofi page if you'd like to buy me a coffee or help me not stress about the multiple doctors visits I have every month!

I do have, like, actual things I want to talk about other than "Oh this is what I've been up to - BEING SICK" - like the cute EMic fics I have in the works, the Cheeky Brat fic I've been working on and haven't been talking about on here because it's 🤭 e x p l i c i t (teehee) and even my DnD shit that is mostly entirely self indulgent but I don't care I'm going to shove it in your faces anyway.

Anyways, that's what I've been up to. I've posted about a good portion of this on Twitter, so I know some of you guys know about this, but I wanted to give Tumblr a heads up that I am bed ridden and Doing My Best.😫

[brainrotdotorg]

my dash is really slow because everyone i followed back in 2016 disappeared so if i follow you my whole dash is just your posts, but i really like your blog so i manually check it every few days... just like in the old blogger times (also your fics are v juicy)

: )) !!!!

[atiny-piratequeen]

For mxr for stray please

I really dont read mxr as much as some of yall think i do but i will take this time to plug some of my network members so hopefully they gain another follower or two (*throws glitter in admin*)

@chogiwow @23raaaachachacha @ballelino @fantastic-bby @crispy-chan

If yall are looking specifically for mxr fics for like,,any group i do very much reccomend to go to a writing net and look in their tags for new content and people to follow.

Mxr fics are created a lot more often and in a much higher volume than mxm fics unfortunately so it would be a bit easier to find new content after perusing some nets so I'll share mine for you to check out along with one I'm part of that also has its fair share of skz writers

@kdiarynet @kwritersworld @k-vanity im sure there are skz nets too out there that would hit the nail on the head but im not part of one and idk any net names atm

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

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