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Mama’s Girl
Synopsis: R and Jessie’s daughter has decided she no longer wants to be a princess for Halloween, instead she wants to dress as her favorite person.
Warnings: very very minor injury to R and Jessie’s child
WC: 1.4K
A/N: hi, happy (early) Halloween
“Drew, baby come on, you love your princess dress.” You tried coxing your three year old out from where she hid in her closet.
“I don’t want it.” Her little voice complained through the wall. You had spent the better half of an hour trying to get your daughter dressed for a Halloween party the team was having. She had suddenly decided she had no interest in her costume, taking every chance to run and hide, making a game out of it with you.
“Drew, this is what you picked out. Remember how excited you were to get it?”
“I don’t want it.” She said still hiding herself in the closet. “Want something else.”
“Baby, we don’t have other costumes.” Your daughter had been so set on the princess dress for months, it was all she talked about, she had been so excited the day you and Jessie told her you were finally going to go buy it at the store. Except now she hated it.
“Make my own.” The closet door opens and your little girl bounces by you and out into the rest of the house. You hear a door slam and bring your hands up to your face, taking a deep breath. You were doing your best to stay patient with her, but you just wanted her dressed and ready for when Jessie got home.
Standing up from the floor of your daughter's bedroom you grab the princess dress off her bed and start heading toward the sound of the slammed door. Before you make it out of the room you’re startled by your wife walking into the room, causing you to jump slightly.
“Where’s Drew?” She then sees the dress in your hand and points to it. “Why isn’t she dressed? We’ve gotta get going in a few minutes.”
“I know,” you clasped your hands together. “But your daughter is refusing the costume she begged for two weeks ago and now she said she’s getting a different one, so I’m not sure what to expect.”
“Hmm.” Jessie pretends to ponder, her hand on her chin. “Stubborn, headstrong, indecisive… sounds like your daughter if anything.”
“Shut up.” You roll your eyes at Jessie before shoving the dress in her direction. “Your turn to try.”
Jessie smiles at you, grabbing the dress from your hands before turning and heading out of your daughter's room with you following close behind her.
“Drew! I’m home, want to come show me your costume?” Jessie shouts in hopes of luring your child out from where she was hiding.
When there’s no response, Jessie starts wandering around the house, looking for your daughter. You hear her calling for your daughter, checking the basement and then she heads into the playroom. As Jessie disappears into the other room you hear the pitter patter of small feet coming your way.
“Want to be Mama!” Your daughter came flying around the corner, you expected her to still be half dressed but instead you’re met with the sight of your little girl swimming in a shirt. More specifically she’s wearing one of Jessie’s jerseys, backwards, waddling toward you.
“Mama!” Her little fingers point at the name and number that are normally displayed across your wife’s back. Her other hand had a tight fist around the laces of one of Jessie’s boots.
You can’t help but giggle at the sight of your daughter in the shirt that was way too big for her toddler body. “Baby, you said you didn’t want to be a soccer player.”
“No soccer player, want to be Mama!” You gently take the boot from your daughters hand, placing it on the ground.
“Drew, you have your own shirt, one that fits, do you want that?” Your hands find the hem of Jessie’s shirt, ready to help untangle your daughter from it. She had her own child sized Fleming jerseys she could wear.
“No!” She squirms from your grip before taking off running down the hall again. You watch as the fabric of Jessie’s shirt catches under your daughter’s foot, causing her to trip landing hard on the floor. Her immediate wail has you running to her and you hear Jessie’s footsteps behind you as you both rush to her side.
Quickly sitting your daughter in your lap you hold her sad face. Looking her over you notice the small cut and bump forming on her cheek, just under her eye. “Did you hit your face baby?” Your daughter gives you a nod, her bottom lip sticking out as she sniffles. Jessie turns and hurries away before returning.
“What happened?” Jessie stares at you wide eyed, handing you the ice pack and towel she had run to get. You gently place them on your daughter's face.
“Mama.” Your daughter extends her arms in Jessie’s direction, hands grasping at air, reaching for her. Jessie sits down next to you and you let Drew crawl from your lap into Jessie’s.
“She was in our room. I guess she wants to be you instead of a princess, she tripped on your jersey, it’s too long for her.”
“Want to be Mama!”
“Okay Drew, you can be like Mama.” You say, not about to argue with your injured daughter. “But we have to make sure this is safe, we don’t want you falling again okay?”
“Okay Mommy.” She mirrors your nod with a smile.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Jessie says tickling your daughter's sides causing her to squirm and shriek with laughter. She picks Drew up, carrying her to the bathroom and sitting her on the countertop.
“I got an ouch.”
“You did babygirl.” Jessie says as she gently blots your daughter's cheek with a wet washcloth. “But guess what?”
“What?” You watch your daughter look up at Jessie, eyes wide waiting to hear what she had to say.
“You know how you wanted to be like Mama?”
“Yes!”
“Remember when Mama had the purple spot around her eye?” Jessie asks, referring to the black eye she had gotten back in February.
“Yes.”
“You might have one of those too in a couple days, just like me.” Jessie says finishing cleaning up your daughter’s cheek. You loved watching Jessie with Drew, it was a privilege to get to parent with her and watch her become the mother she was to your little girl.
“Just like Mama!” She claps her hands together, letting her legs swing a little bit, overwhelmed with excitement that she’d be even more like Jessie.
“Yes baby.”
“Okay all clean.” Jessie says before scooping up your daughter to give her a tight hug.
“Mommy hug?” Your daughter looks over Jessie’s shoulder to where you stood in the doorway watching your wife and baby. Her little hands reached for you. She had always been Jessie’s little girl, clinging to her side, but it was nice that she wanted your hug too.
“Come here my tough girl.” You take her, giving her a tight hug.
“Tough like Mama!” Your daughter waves her hands about in excitement.
“You’re so tough.” You say to her, bending over to place her feet on the ground. “Okay, you can go as Mama for your costume, but can I help you? We don’t want you getting another boo boo right?”
“Okay Mommy.” She lets out a tiny huff and rolls her eyes. Jessie’s eyes widen and she stifles a laugh at the sass from Drew.
“See, your daughter.” Jessie says with a smirk on her face before she kisses your cheek and heads out into the living room. You quickly help your daughter turn around and tie up Jessie’s adult sized jersey, tricking her into tucking it in, the same way her Mama tucks in her training kit and everyday shirts.
“Okay baby, go get some socks on, and then you’ll be ready to go.” You pat her on the back as she runs to her bedroom to get a pair of socks.
You arrive at the Halloween party, a tiny bit late, but no one minded. You and Jessie walk hand in hand, letting Drew run ahead of both of you. She immediately runs up to Jessie’s teammates, turning around and showing them the name on the back of her shirt.
“She’s such a Mama's girl.” You shake your head before resting it on Jessie’s shoulder.
“I know.”
“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You give her hand a squeeze.
“Me either.”
#jessie fleming#jflem#jessie fleming x reader#jessie fleming imagine#woso x reader#woso imagine#jessie fleming blurb#canwnt x reader
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Robin plucks a fry from the container and dunks it into her vanilla milkshake. "Look, I'm probably the last person you should ask about this."
Steve frowns. "Who else, then?"
"I don't know, Eddie?"
"Nope, no, absolutely not." Shaking his head emphatically, Steve swipes the fry from Robin's fingers. He stuffs it into his mouth in frustration.
"Hey, what the fuck!"
"I can't ask Eddie because he's the problem," Steve says through a mouthful of fries.
"I thought the problem is that you're gay now."
Steve levels her with a lethal stare and Robin rolls her eyes. She can't believe that this is fucking happening to her. "I'm not gay. At least fully. I like girls."
"Okay--" Robin throws her hands in the air in exasperation. "So you can't consult Eddie because, what? He's the one who turned you gay?"
"Half gay?"
"Fuck it, half gay, I guess. You like Eddie and you want to ask him out but you can barely figure yourself out."
"There's gotta be a word for that, right?" Steve asks. Robin blinks at him. He blinks back with equal fervor as she reaches for another fry and swirls it into her milkshake. "Come on, you're a lesbian, you gotta know this."
Robin groans before taking a bite into her ice cream fry. "Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean I have any authority on this."
"You gotta know more than I do, at least."
"Okay, I'm gonna level with you, Steve. I like boobs. I know that there's a word for a girl liking boobs because assholes like to sling it around"--Steve opens his mouth to interject--"but, just because, I'm more learned than those assholes doesn't mean I know shit about dip. Sure, I like foreign films and listen to Patti Smith, but I don't know anything about the larger concepts. I'm not your guru on this."
Steve frowns. Bites his lip and pinches his nose. "No, you're right."
"I don't know anything about guys liking other guys, and I guess there's gotta be something that defines your predicament, but we're two dingbats living in the middle of nowhere. We don't have a roadmap or anything."
You know, for the longest time, Robin thought she would be alone in all this. She remembers pressing her face into the pillow and sobbing until the whole damn thing became moist with puddles of tears and snot, because no one would ever understand the way she really felt. She'd have to pretend for the rest of her life.
When she grew older, she knew that one day, she was gonna run off to the city and find girls like her who would get it. But she's never been able to go to the city for herself, couldn't afford a license or a car, so it was just her. Lonely Robin Buckley who loved girls who didn't even think of her.
But Steve's looking back at her now the same way he looked at her in the bathroom back at Starcourt and he's asking her how to live his own life. Fuck, she doesn't even know how to start hers yet.
"You know," she says, swallowing, "one day we'll figure it out. You and I."
Steve cocks an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Figure out the mysteries of the universe and everything?"
Robin chuckles and tosses a fry in Steve's direction. She says, "How about we figure out how you'll woo Eddie first, tiger."
#in my head robin is absolutely NOT capable of being steves queer mentor because there's no way that she knows more than steve does#in small town 80s indiana of all places#stobin#platonic stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#steddie#ficlet
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I'd love to talk about Butcher!Simon. >u<
He's my favorite fucked up special boy. I like to think he has a set of Damascus knives that he keeps perfectly sharp.
Maybe he sees the reader coming in, buying the cheap stuff, barely talking to the cashier, scared when the package bleeds at the edges. He watches for them again, sending the cashier on break so he could talk to them finally.
Maybe they hand him a crumpled wad of bills. He notices the bruises on their arms. So what if the cut of meat he gives them is worth more than they paid? Can't have his shy birdie going hungry.
Maybe they come home one day to him sitting on their couch. Their abusive partner is gone. The tub is a little pink, but that's okay.
Maybe he reassures them through their tears that he's nothing like the meat he cuts up.
[TWs for idek how to tag this, brief implied cannibalism and kinda mentions of how you'd butcher your lover to eat them but it ends there and none of that actually happens and no one's intending for it to you're just talking about it?]
I was gonna say I don't have anything to add to this but if I may go off on a tangent (excerpt from a fic I'm working on), Ghost who is in the 141, left his old life behind (not like he had a choice when it was all taken from him anyway), but he retained all the stuff he learned when he was younger. You see a couple YouTube shorts from hunters explaining how to cut up their kills, and get interested about the process. And maybe that turns into some sort of weird form of intimacy between the two of you. (Alternative working title: Autism be Damned, That Boy Can Meat)
..."Bloody 'ell, watch the pet names there, luv. I might start thinkin' you fancy me or somethin'," he teased, his voice a low rumble that was honestly weirdly satisfying to listen to now that your cheek was pressed to his sternum. "If you wanna learn about cuts a' meat, might as well 'ave a quick lesson. You got a pen and paper there?" He asked dryly, his own form of humour as he rubbed circles against the back of your neck with his thumb.
"Start with the basics, yeah? Prime cuts are gonna be the tenderest, 'cause they come from the least-worked muscles. Ribeye, sirloin, that sorta thing. Gotta keep 'em cold to preserve the fat, though. You let that melt, and you lose flavour."
As he spoke, Simon's hands moved almost unconsciously, mimicking the motions of breaking down a side of beef. His slightly chilly fingers traced invisible lines across your back, mapping out different sections, trying to remember. "Then you got your secondary cuts - brisket, short ribs, that sorta thing. Tougher, but full o' flavour if you cook 'em right. Need time and low heat to break down all that connective tissue."
He hesitated, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he tried to remember more specifics. "Ah, you got your off-cuts too. Offal, bones, all'at. Nothin' goes to waste in a proper butcher shop. Even got some fancy restaurants that'll pay good money for that stuff nowadays." Another pause, "Well, used to, anyway."
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"Trying to figure out how you'd butcher me, Simon?" You'd giggled at the feeling of his fingertips tracing your ribs, but there was nothing but trust and love in your eyes.
Like his own perfect little lamb.
#call of duty#current wip#cod#cod mw2#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#butcher!simon#butcher!ghost#this is shitty
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Okay sure! Think we can get an earthspark megatron x human!reader who has insomnia? It can be gn, your choice. He's not familiar with this kind of disorder and tries to help. 😁😗
I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THISSSS
I did some research on insomnia so hopefully, it's somewhat accurate. thank you so so much for this request! - King
mentions of anxiety, depression, not being able to sleep, etc. This can be seen as platonic or interpreted as being lovers, it's up to you!
ES!Megatron x Human!Insomniac!Reader
You have the worst relationship with sleep. It shows. You barely ever sleep and if you do, you're constantly being woken up by something, yet nothing. It was draining, and mentally painful, mentally painful where it affected you physically. You always had pain in your hands, and in your shoulders, sulking as you walked sometimes. Your eyes gave it away, the dark round areas underneath them as you would blink slowly. You felt horrible. Almost always. You realized you weren't the only person bothered and frustrated about your "little" issue.
Megs was just as concerned for you as you were for yourself. Primus, now he thinks about it. do you ever worry about yourself?
That's really beside the point now. Sure, he's experienced sleepless nights, but it gets to a point. His sleepless nights were just short-term. These nights, oh Primus, these nights you have are nothing like he's ever seen. You're beyond a point where he thought no such thing as a human should be. To you, sleeping seems too much like a chore, or something that must be done. You're fighting to even stay asleep, using tea, trying self-care, everything. You can't help it, he knows that. You've tried everything. Maybe everything.
He has not seen such a disorder in his lifetime, nothing like it. Where there's so much on your mind, distractions cause you to stay awake. During the day you're so groggy and fatigued.
He sees you're always stressed about something. It's always something. He's kinda pissed that you're always stressing, but, again, he has to remember you're just a human who barely understands yourself.
Every time he sees you, he crosses his arms, in worry and in frustration. It's causing you to be snappy, to be unhappy. He tries not to get mad or upset at you. At least that's what the Maltos and Optimus are saying to him. He thinks Optimus doesn't understand your issue just as much as he doesn't. That's really also besides everything though.
He really wants to help, he just doesn't bring himself to understand your case. It's like you need sleep, yet you dread when it is time to go to sleep. It really sucks though. When you do go to sleep, it's not good sleep. You're always lacking some kind of quality.
He does his own research on the topic and boy does it make him unhappy. He's stuck on the fact that eventually, Insomnia could cause things like cardiac problems and more anxiety. As if you don't already have enough of that.
He puts the task on himself to help you get better sleep, and to be a little more lenient when it comes to night. He mentions it to Dorothy. She thinks it's great. She knows you love Megs and she knows he loves you just as much. (Can be platonic can be a relationship it's up to you to decide.) She gives him more ideas that he can use to help you try to get some sleep. She hates seeing you suffer. She appreciates Megs for doing this. "You got a heart, Megs," She says, smiling.
blah blah blah, more nonsense.
As the night crept on you, you started to become more and more irritable and anxious. Not even you knew why.
Megatron had come to find you.
"Y/N, I think you should wind down and head to bed, it could help with your sleep."
You look at the bot, restless and pitiful.
"I wish it was that easy.."
"It could be, it just takes time. don't you actually want to appreciate sleep again?" He sighs, "Look at you, it's eating you alive mentally, pouring onto your physical health," he says, observing your face. "You gotta find something to help."
"C'mon, I'll sit with you while you go to bed," he continues. "Stop being difficult, everyone's concerned for you, including myself. This has got to stop...or at least be reduced. I know you don't love this feeling."
As you get ready for bed, Megs activates his mass displacement form. He watches you sigh as you pull the comforter on yourself.
He just sits there, hoping that you'll fall asleep and stay asleep.
It's quiet. Really quiet. He realizes anxiety isn't the only thing causing you to not fall asleep. He sees you're easily distracted. You'd just look around, look at him, into space, anywhere.
"Maybe closing your eyes will help." well damn
"Fuck you"
As the night goes on he sighs. You finally go to sleep and hopefully, you'll stay asleep.
As the weeks go on, he gets the gist of what's causing some of your insomnia. Hopefully, he'll be able to help you with the things and habits you can fix over time.
Its definitely an improvement after a couple of months. Even though your insomnia is there, it's for sure reduced and much better.
He's glad he was able to help you bc jesus christ lol.
dad of the year here everyone LMAO
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This? Is driving me ~crazy~?
You know Anti-Force drugs and devices? Such as cuffs or collars?
Presumably, both rare and expensive, since Noteable Force Sensitivity is Rare AF? Not sure if it's more of a Fandom or Canon thing? But still, THOSE things? Yeah, you know THEM?
...... w-wouldn't... wouldn't they fucking KILL people?
Like? I'm not even joking here. We gotta remember, IN UNIVERSE, that the Force? Is FUCKING EVERYWHERE. All the Where. The LIVING Force is what CONNECTS and guides all LIVING things. "Guides" being the significant word there.
I'm not saying it would be IMMEDIATE death? Because Force Blanks exsist. Impossibly rare as they may be. But no one ever said they were HEALTHY. You CAN survive, for a pretty long while, after getting your internal micro biomes DEEPLY fucked up. Can even possibly repair them, depending on the damage.
And, what? Is the Midi-chlorian? If not a symbiotic microorganism? Living off you while giving you benefits in return? Health, durability, and The Force, in return for a place to thrive. Tied, inexorably, to your immune system and other vital bodily functions? To your SENSES. Your BRAIN FUNCTION.
Anti-Force drugs and Devices? Are awful... to those already a count of MULTIPLE THOUSANDS per drop of blood. What about much lower? If the device damages or suppresses all but the strongest Midi-chlorians? Does the average person HAVE enough to survive that?
Is it like radiation exposure? Deadly not in the immediate, but in the days to follow? In the sickness. The nausea. The weakness of limbs and the tiredness that drags. A seeping sense of unreality. Disconnected from others, who no longer feel "real". Do YOU no longer "real". As the interwoven connection you had, inside you, to the Force, is dying?
The Force is still there. You are still a part of it.
But you can't feel it anymore.
And it wasn't even something you knew you WERE feeling, until it was gone. Until people and the paintings of people, hold the same realness. Until you no longer feel connected to your own body. Sick, disassociating, and scared. Blood poisoned by the dying matter now floating in your veins.
There's a REASON, I would imagine, such devices are not standard issue. Mass produced. Expensive, dangerous, and deadly to those who DON'T have a high enough midi-chlorian count.
Even those who DO have a high enough count? Get sick wearing them! Need time to recover!
They are? Fundamentally?
ANTI-LIFE.
People throw them around in fanfic's a lot. As though just shutting off a major part of someone biology wouldn't have NASTY blowback. As though a Jedi probably doesn't fucking DESTROY those monstrosities, those ABOMINATIONS to the Force, every time they come across a set or vial of the stuff. Second only to the Sith, that sort of evil. Probably MADE by Sith. Evil. Nasty. Disgusting and no good.
Burn it.
You absolutely NEED to keep someone contained? Sleep. Nice lil Jedi enforced nap. Or drug enforced. Maybe both. They ALSO have FORCE rituals. Combine THEIR power against YOUR power. There are many ways. HUMANE and ETHICAL ways. They AREN'T SITH.
Just? Those things? Should be treated like the horrors they ARE, you know? They're not convenient plot devices! They are critical biology suppressing radiation collars and chemo drugs! Being PUMPED INTO PEOPLE by RANDOS!!
Shoved ON people! By FUCKING SLAVERS!
That SHOULD be HORRIFYING! They're ANTI-FORCE! <-!!! Which?
Is LIFE.
@legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @spidori @mayfay @hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @leftnotright
#minji's writing#star wars#anti-force collars#and anti-force drugs#are EVIL#and we SHOULD talk about it#they are NOT just a plot convenient tool#they are a horror#tw medical#tw body horror#tw unreality#because dying from Midi-chlorian lose must be horrifying
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I love. Den so much actually– (rambling thoughts under the cut)
You dehumanized her!! You cornered her like an animal, and so she lashed out like one. Now she's the one cornering you.
You betrayed her. You gave her false hope and made it explode on her face. She won't make that mistake again. She won't let you play her like that again. So of course she attacks you. Of course she doesn't let you even make any case to why you should help each other. That's what you did before, remember? And how did that turn out for her?
And then there's Den–
At that point, you don't even see her as intelligent enough to talk with. Whether you're trying to attack or lure her out, you still just see her as a mindless beast. Something beneath you that needs to be approached with caution.
And the two different routes you can have with her are so fascinating to me……
Both Skeptic and Stubborn still see her as just an animal. But while Skeptic wants to 'test' some theories and see what happens when you lure her out, Stubborn wants to show how much stronger you are.
And I love how, because of the way these different voices think, the other alternative is completely doomed for one. Skeptic can't imagine you'll be able to take on the Den, so you don't. The fight's cut short. Stubborn thinks you're an idiot who'll just get yourself killed if you try to lure her out, so that also doesn't work. You gotta work with the perspectives you already have, or else you're doomed. You can't unthink those thoughts, after all.
And that's not even getting into all the endings this chapter can have–
With Skeptic, you can only approach her if you throw away the knife (and your fear with it), and have to make the continuous decision to put your trust in this creature you looked down on before so that you both can leave unscathed. Show fear, or try to turn against her, and you doom yourself again. Or the cave may cave in, trapping you both where only starvation can free any of you.
And with Stubborn, you're only option is fighting her. Will you try to retain your humanity while at it, or will you also give in to instincts in order to survive? What will retaining any humanity even do for you, when in the end, you're just causing death anyway? Does the fact you didn't turn to claws and teeth really puts you above her? What has become of you?
#just. so many thoughts about Den#I regret doing that Princess Ranking before seeing all the outcomes in this route#I think it's genuinely rising to be some of my fave routes#it's just. URGH#so much to chew on (pun intended)#slay the princess#stp meta#the den#pristine cut#pristine cut spoilers#sal rambles
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On Friday night, we had a family outing to visit the home of my kids' classmates, my daughter's best friends. We're also friends with the grown-ups - it's nice to have another two-mom family in our social circle. We built a fire! We made s'mores! The kids got glowsticks!
Remember, I warned them: glowsticks last about a day, so don't be upset when it's no longer glowing tomorrow night.
Now, this other family, they've got bucks. They're not rich, not by modern standings, but if their combined income is under $400k a year I'd be shocked. They're both surgeons in specialized fields, and they work hard, but they also have a lot of time too. When they're needed, they gotta be on the clock, but when they're not...they're not. They live in a McMansion facing the woods. They go on lavish annual vacations. They have a fulltime nanny. They spend the winter skiing.
And these fucking glowsticks? THEY ARE STILL GLOWING. IT IS TUESDAY. THEY'VE GLOWED FOR MORE THAN THREE DAYS.
I've never in my entire goddamn life had a glowstick last more than about 12 hours.
And idk I'm just so mad about the inequality of it all. Not at our friends! These ladies are awesome! But why is what they do valued so much higher than the expertise of my mother, who was a high school teacher, or my father, who was an accountant for the military, my wife who is a lawyer for the state, my own ass running my own business and unable to afford to pay myself for four fucking years. I get that I could have made the choices our friends made. I didn't want to. What I don't get is why those choices lead to so much more income than other jobs that also require advanced degrees and specialized experienced-based knowledge to do well.
And again. They're not rich! That's not ~the wealthy.~ These people work for a living. They're fucktons closer to me than any of us are to a Bezos or a Musk. We're all working shmos. So why does our system reward that work so much higher? Why can't more of us have lives like theirs?
Even their glowsticks are better than any glowstick I've had in my entire middle class life.
I'm tired, yall. I'm so fucking tired.
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Kinktober Day 28 (10/28): Pregnancy starring Clayton Beresford
Kinktober Masterlist
WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, dom Clay/sub s/o, pregnancy, mentions of breeding, fingering, brief lactation/breast kink, pet names/name calling (mama, my love, baby, beautiful), brief daddy/mommy kink, lmk if I missed any!
synopsis: Clay knows pregnancy is hard, and he can sometimes feel bad that he is sort of (but not really) responsible for her pain; so, of course, like the good husband he is, he takes care of her in more ways than one... and sometimes involving pleasuring both of them.
-> note: I'M ACTUALLY SO SAD THAT KINKTOBER'S ALMOST DONE IT WAS SO MUCH FUN (and also a bit stressful lol) 😭 WRITER'S SLUMP + INCONSISTENCY HERE I COME 😭😭😭
WC: 522 words
"Clay, he's kicking," she whines, her head tilting back into the soft array of pillows behind her head. Clay had loved taking care of her so much, showering her in love and affection to the max (not that he didn't normally, but she wasn't so quick to deny him now she was carrying his child). He had neatly made the bed all nice and comfy for her, tucking her in and getting a bath ready for her to relax.
He smiles a bit, chuckling to himself as he was focused on doing something else in the room, before walking over to her and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Awh, I'm sorry, my love..." he coos, shimmying himself under the covers and his head popping up right at her very swollen belly.
She was about five months along, so it was getting pretty close to when she'll be giving birth. Though pregnancy is very different for every woman, one thing about hers that's been noticeable from early on is that it's painful. It started out just a bit worse than a period, but then she started getting absolutely miserable.
"He?" he questions, referring to when she had called their baby a he. They were keeping the gender (or genders) a surprise, so they really didn't know their actual gender.
"Motherly intuition," she replies, and he smiles.
He leans in, kissing her bump ever so gently, knowing it turned her on to see him do such a thing. He realized that she was secretly into him acting all lovey dovey, and he couldn't help but be full of pride at the fact. "C'mon, little bud," he speaks softly to the baby inside of her, moving his hand over her belly gently to let them know their father was there. "You gotta stop hurtin' mama. She's takin' care of you."
She couldn't help but smile a bit at the sight, wondering how she got so lucky to have a husband so adoring as Clay. She was definitely fortunate, that much was clear, but she never realized she was this fortunate.
And she felt even more grateful when his fingers were rapidly thrusting in and out of her greedy hole. "Oh my, baby," he chuckles lowly, curling his fingers just right to hit that spot so nicely, making her moan a bit louder. "So wet for me."
He reached up to tweak her aching nipple, making some droplets of milk seep out. He smirked and eagerly lapped it up, sucking on one like a man starved.
"You like gettin' fucked by me, huh, beautiful? Want me to breed you 'till you can't anymore? Want me to stuff you full and pump you with another baby?" All the added stimulation was too much for her to bear, and she came much quicker than usual.
She whimpers in response as she came down from her high, remembering what he had said. "Clay, the baby can hear you!"
He smirks, his blue-gray eyes locking on hers. "They won't remember. Besides, even if they do in some extremely slim way, then they'll just know Daddy loves Mommy very much."
#ch: clayton beresford#clayton beresford#mrschristensen#clay beresford#clayton beresford smut#clay beresford smut#hayden christensen#hayden christensen smut#smut#kinktober 2024#kinktober prompts#mrschristensen's kinktober 2024#kinktober
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End of October Update
There's got to be a less clunky way for me to title these things but maybe I'll figure it out after a few posts.
Anyway at the top of the order I want to say that uh... the Abacelsus zine is not happening by halloween unforch.. I just started school part-time and it being part-time is still kicking my ass! So tentative release date will be on 11th November unless something else happens....
On the plus side I'm done with the cover so all that's left is the back page and cramming all 24 pages full of drawings 👍
-> As I've said at the end of my previous post I want to make more blog style posts so here's me trying to do that, more under the cut
🔐Abacelsus Zine
I'm still deciding on whether i want to print it A5 or B5 but I'm leaning towards A5, though for the digital release it doesn't really matter lol
As mentioned, I'm done with the main cover so I just need to fill this entire thing with stuff, I said 24 pages but really the total page count is 30. I'm just not counting the cover and the blurb stuff.
I'm half taking a break with this at the risk of burning myself out and half paralysed with starting it. Plus I've kind of been more into Axl & I-no hilariously but I'll always love A.B.A. I think the lack of any real info really lends her well to interpretation which is always fun.
I've never really been one to engage in fandom so I'm probably going to be doing my own thing. That being said if anyone has any suggestions feel free to drop them in my strawpage or ask box :)
🥤 Strawpage & General Socials
The bugs make my pages so decorative, I gotta draw more bugstyle guys.
Speaking of strawpage, I made one of those! It was really fun, I have a short OC info tab with descriptions of some of my main guys. I'd love for you to check it out.
This kind of acts as my ask box for twitter since there's not one there and apparently it's basically my main social media site these days so I'm just mirroring my experience here over there too.
Hilarious timing considering that it's basically collapsing on itself once again, I'll probably still be on that damn site until it implodes but I also have a Bluesky account for those that care about it.
The sky follower bridge extension is really useful for bulk following people from twitter to bsky
I'd love to post there more but there's not a queue function and that's very important to me as someone who is not American and lazy to remember optimal timings.
Did you see? I also have a new pinned for this blog! Wanted to make a new one for a while now, always thought the old one was so freaking long. All the old info is still on my about and faq page though I don't know who actually looks at those.. a relic from years past..
☹ School
Sigh, like I mentioned earlier I'm doing school again! At my big age, but I'm having fun so far! It's part-time but it's still kicking my fucking ass! It's the main reason why I'm a little disoriented this month honestly.
Do you like it? I spent an entire Sunday making my class miro board look niceys and then proceeded to get nauseous from cybersickness afterwards LOL
I'm doing a UI/UX course and I have to say the funnest part about it is making personas, it's like making OCs. Don't particularly like writing though.. but also that's a lie considering the numerous amount of paragraphs in this blog post alone haha
🎁 Merch
I've also gotten confirmation that I'll be boothing again next year in Febuary! So I gotta start locking into making more stickers and general merch. I say this a lot but I do need to look into opening an online store because I just have tonnes of stickers and stuff lying around waiting till the next time I do a convention which is kind of a shame.
Oh, but I will say that if you are from Singapore and would like anything from my previous convention catalogue feel free to shoot me a DM on instagram and I can mail it to you locally, shipping's $2 SGD.
➰Closing Thoughts
All in all, been kind of busy this month with school and various loose threads from September but overall I think I'm doing better! I've also been cooking lately and truthfully that's my biggest achievement this month haha, been also getting really into canned fish. Yummy!
Oh and a last thing is that I've been itching to animate again so I'll end this post with a WIP of a gif I did last night/morning. I almost always never finish my animations but here's hoping this one actually makes it to the colouring stage haha
No prizes to anyone who can guess who these two because of course.
Thank you for reading! I know I can't expect everything to be done in a single month but I just wish I could do everything without getting tired or cybersick! If you'd like to support me, here's my ko-fi page and my itchi.io & gumroad as well.
If you have any questions or just generally want to talk to me, my DMs and askbox is always open! Any professional enquires can be sent towards my email as well: [email protected]
XOXO, Stay weird!
-Eliot :)
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LaughterLand - Chapter 29: Betrayal
(story by Mod Secret, art by Mod Kitty)
“I gotcha, Sans.”
After pulling himself up onto the grassy ledge, Papyrus reached over to help pull Sans up. Once both skeletons had made it safely up onto the grass, they collapsed onto their backs, finally taking in all the air they needed to recover.
“You fellas alright?” Sky asked, looking concerned.
“Yeah … I think so…,” Papyrus breathed out.
“Just … tired…,” Sans replied. “And a little … ow … sore….”
The adrenaline having finally passed left both brothers now fully aware of how strained their bodies were. Besides feeling the leftover ache of having slammed into the wall of the ravine, they felt the lingering soreness of where the Chortlewockies had dug their claws and teeth.
Papyrus had been used to recovering from this kind of feeling after so many tickle fights with Undyne that got out of hand. But Sans laid on the ground moaning miserably as the soreness made him not want to get up again.
“It’s okay, Sans…,” Papyrus comforted, softly rubbing his brother’s shoulder. “Just breathe through it, it’ll go away.”
“Quickly now…,” Sky urged. “Looks like about twenty minutes ‘til sundown. We gotta get you through that door!”
Finally remembering why they crossed the gorge in the first place, both brothers ignored the ache in their bones and leapt to their feet. They approached the enormous ivory door, looking at it with a sense of awe. It seemed to have a heavenly glow as it reflected off the setting sunlight, which was fitting since they knew this would be the door that would lead them home.
As Sans placed his hand on the large doorknob, he looked down at Sky. The little spider still had that cheerful look on his face as he beamed at them. Sans gave him a gentle smile.
“Hey, so…,” the older skeleton began. “Thanks for … y’know, everything.”
“Oh, yes!” Papyrus agreed enthusiastically. “We couldn’t have made it out of this nightmare without you. You have all of our gratitude!”
“Aw, shucks fellas!” The little spider blushed as his gaze turned downwards. “It was nothing. Just doing what I can to help the outsiders, that’s all!”
“Well, hey,” Sans replied with a shrug. “If this door ever appears in your neck of the woods, pop in and see us sometime, yeah?”
“You betcha!” Sky nodded happily. “Now you better skedaddle before you miss your chance!”
Feeling better for having given their new friend the thanks he deserved, Sans took in a breath and twisted the knob.
It didn’t move.
Confused, Sans twisted it again. Again, it refused to move.
“What the…?”
Sans tried again and again, but the knob refused to turn. It was stuck, and they were still trapped in LaughterLand.
“Sans … what’s wrong?” Papyrus asked hesitantly.
“It…. It won’t budge.” Sans’s voice was heavy with fear. He pulled on it with both hands, but the door refused to open. Sans turned to Sky, panic flashing in his sockets. “Sky … what’s going on?”
“I … don’t know.” The little spider sounded confused. As Sans pulled his hands away, he hopped up onto the knob to inspect it. “There must be a way to open it. Lemmie take a looksee.…”
The brothers watched as he crawled around the doorknob, his many eyes carefully scanning every inch of it, unsure of what could be the problem. Finally, he crawled underneath the knob and found a tiny keyhole. Much too small for even himself to crawl through. It was in the shape of an open mouth, almost looking like it was laughing at them. Sky let out a heavy sigh, he knew what this meant.
“Well boys…,” he said as he crawled back up to the top of the doorknob. “It’s locked up tight.”
The skeletons felt their Souls begin to sink. If they couldn’t find a way to unlock the door, they would be trapped here forever.
“W-Well, can’t you just unlock it?” Papyrus offered. “Isn’t there some kind of a key?”
“Afraid not, guys.” Sky shrugged meekly. “No key is gonna open it.” He pointed down to the oddly-shaped keyhole. “See that right there? That’s a LaughterLand Lock. If you want to unlock it, I’m afraid it’ll take something other than a key.” He stared at them with a solemn look in his eyes.
“I don’t understand,” Papyrus replied, beginning to get worried. “What are you saying?”
Sans sighed deeply. He crossed his arms uncomfortably, he knew what it meant.
“I know what he’s saying,” he answered coldly. “It’s not a key that’s gonna unlock the door. It’s our laughter. And we have to feed it willingly.”
“Oh no…,” Papyrus moaned, physically sinking his body down. “This nightmare never ends, does it?”
Sky looked back up at the sun. He noticed how much further it had gone down since arriving to the other side of the gorge.
“I know it’s the last thing you fellas wanna do,” he reasoned. “But, if you get it done, it really will be the last time you’ll have to do it!”
The skeletons looked at the door, then back at each other. There was an understanding in their expressions. If they wanted to see home again, they would have to be tickled just one more time. Looking at each other, they silently agreed right then and there that they would do whatever it took to unlock the door.
“Okay….” Sans let out a heavy sigh. “How do we wanna do this?”
Papyrus bravely stepped forward holding his arms above his head. He cringed with how uncomfortable it made him feel. But he was grateful nonetheless that it would be his brother who would be eliciting the laughter out of him, rather than another adversary.
“Just make it quick, Sans,” he said nervously.
Sans hated that he had to be the one to do it. His mind immediately flooded with all of the horrors that Papyrus had already faced at the hands of LaughterLand. As he raised his hands up to go after his brother’s spine, he couldn’t help but hesitate.
“Try to hurry, son,” Sky quietly urged. “The sun is setting.”
Trying not to dwell on it any longer, Sans began scribbling his fingers along Papyrus’s spine. He was gentle, only putting as much pressure on his tickling fingers as needed to get an audible response. Papyrus immediately flinched and kicked up his feet as he giggled.
“Nyeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Hahahaha!!”
Maybe it was the fact that his journey through LaughterLand had left him feeling so raw and vulnerable, but Papyrus struggled with holding his arms up more than he thought he would. He locked his fingers together behind his skull as he continued to dance in place.
“‘Kay bro, I’m gonna move up to your ribs,” Sans gently warned as he arched his fingers. “You ready?”
“Nyahahahaha! O-O-Okay—Yeeeeheeheeheeheehee!!”
Even with the warning Papyrus couldn’t stop himself from letting out a high-pitched squeal. Sans cringed at the sound, keeping his eyes locked on the door as a distraction.
“Okay, is it unlocked now?” he asked as he hesitantly scribbled along Papyrus’s lowest rib.
“No, it’ll open all by itself,” Sky replied sadly. “You might have to try something a little rougher.”
Clenching his jaw, Sans reached up to further tickle along Papyrus’s ribs and back. Still trying not to overwhelm him, but feeling pangs of guilt for having to put his brother in such a vulnerable position again. He couldn’t help but look around, fearful that that sound of his laughter would draw attention from another unwanted predator. But thankfully, the trio were alone on the other side of the gorge.
“Nyeheeheeheeheehahahaha!! O-O-Okahahahay! Okay! Stahahahap!! Breheheheheak! Hahaha!”
Sans immediately pulled his hands back allowing Papyrus to catch his breath. Papyrus put his arms down, rapidly inhaling and exhaling.
“S…. Sorry, Sans … it was … getting hard to … breathe,” Papyrus confessed, sounding guilty.
“Hey, it’s okay bro.” Sans placed a gentle hand on his back. “We’ve been through a lot. I certainly don’t expect you to be at full strength right now.”
“The problem is, that wasn’t enough laughter to open the lock,” Sky pointed out, sounding worried. “I think you two will have to try something a little bit stronger.”
Sans sighed again, he was afraid of that. This door wasn’t going to take any small giggles, it wanted big laughs. He glanced over at Papyrus. The younger skeleton wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as his breathing regained its normalcy. He didn’t want to put Papyrus through anymore harsh tickling, so he knew what he had to do.
“Okay, Pap, don’t hold anything back,” he said as he raised his arms up.
At first Papyrus was taken aback. But he recognized right away what Sans was doing. Big brother instincts were taking over and he was trying to protect him again. Papyrus felt a pang of guilt as he placed his arched fingers over his brother’s ribcage. He knew that Sans had been through just as much turmoil as himself. It wasn’t a good feeling to have Sans, once again, taking his place in the hot seat because he was too weak to carry on.
“Are you sure, Sans?” he asked hesitantly.
“Just do it, Papyrus.” Sans nodded adamantly.
He didn’t want to waste anymore time thinking about it, he just wanted to get it over with. Papyrus took a deep breath before scribbling his fingers into Sans’s ribs. At first, he felt the ache from the last time his ribs were dug into so harshly. But his pained expression was immediately replaced with laughter.
“Aagh! Ahahahahaha! Oh-Ohohoho jeheeheeheeheeheez! Hahahaha!!”
At Sans’s remark, Papyrus immediately pulled his hands away. Terrified that he was already going too hard on him.
“S-Sorry!” he stammered. “Too much?”
Sans gasped in response. Not just from the lack of air, but also from the concern that Papyrus had stopped too quickly. He knew they weren’t going to get anywhere if they kept pausing for breaks.
“No! No! Pap, keep going. I can take it, I promise.”
He tried to brace before Papyrus got back to it, but was caught off guard when he felt his brother’s fingers starting to scribble along the bottom part of his bare ribs. He had nearly forgotten that one of the Chortlewockies had ripped his shirt in half during the scuffle. He nearly buckled as he felt ticklish sensation dancing along his bare bones.
“Agh!! Agaahahahahahaha!! P-Pahahaha…!! Ahahahahaha!!”
Locking his fingers behind his head, he decided to silence any form of begging in case it caused Papyrus to feel guilty enough to stop again. Though he did purposefully try to make his laughter louder and more boisterous in an effort to try and get the door open faster.
"Ohh … sorry, brother." Through pangs of guilt, Papyrus raised his wriggling fingers up to a higher spot on his ribcage and began digging his fingers through the in-between spaces.
"AAGH!! Ahahahahaha!! Oh no—Aaahahahaha...!!"
Sans had no trouble keeping up the volume of his laughter for this. As he danced in place and locked his fingers tighter and tighter, he erupted with bursts of frantic laughter intermixed with snorting spells.
"That's it, Sans," Papyrus quietly encouraged. "Just hold on a little bit longer."
The younger skeleton peered up at the door, to his dismay it still hadn't opened even a crack. He knew this meant that he had to go for an even worse spot. He didn't want to, he already felt horrible enough for forcing Sans to bear through his snorting spot. But he remembered what Sans had said about not holding back. He took in a breath.
"I'm sorry, Sans." He raised his voice to be heard over his brother's cackling. "I have to go a little higher, just … hang on…."
Trying to get it over with quickly, he practically jammed his fingers into Sans underarms, tickling fast and hard.
"AAAAGH!! AHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO!! AAH!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Sans didn't know what happened, but he instantaneously felt a loss of control and clamped his arms down tightly. Papyrus still managed to keep his fingers wriggling deeper into the poor skeleton's hollows, so all Sans really accomplished was trapping his brother's fingers into his horrible sweet spot. He tried to find the will to lift his arms back up, but the insanity had almost locked his arms down against his will. He fell over onto his bottom, laughing hysterically and dragging Papyrus down with him.
Papyrus almost laughed in spite of himself. If they weren't still in such a high-stakes position at the moment, it almost looked like their usual form of sibling japery. But no matter how much Papyrus kept tickling him, the door still didn't budge, though he could have sworn he saw the frame itself shake a little. As Sans devolved into near-silent squeaky laughter, Papyrus knew it was time to stop. He pulled his hands out, allowing Sans to catch his breath on the ground.
"Are you alright, brother?" Papyrus asked nervously. "I'm sorry … if I went too far that time."
For a few moments, Sans didn't answer as he breathed in heavily. Though he gave Papyrus the reassurance he needed by nodding and looking up at him with a weary look of certainty. Once he managed to shake off the tingling, he sat up to gaze at the door. Despite all of that effort, it still didn't open an inch.
"Oh jeez…," Sans muttered after a groan. "Now what do we do?"
"Well…," Sky finally spoke up. "I wonder if it's because … well…." He seemed unsure of how to put it into words.
"What is it?" Papyrus implored. "We'll try anything!"
"I don't think the lock will take to any … 'safe tickling' so to speak." He held up two of his front legs to make air quotes for emphasis.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sans asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well lemmie put it this way…," Sky explained. "Your laughter has a different sound and feel to it when you're tickled by … someone or something that you're unfamiliar with. When you two tickle each other, there is a sense of danger there, but the sense of trust that you have in each other is going to completely override the panic you would have in your laughter otherwise. Does that make sense?"
"Hang on...." Sans held up his hands, finally getting a grasp on the situation. "So you're telling me, this stupid lock not only wants us to get tickled AGAIN, but wants to put us in serious danger while doing it?"
"Wowie…." Papyrus sighed as he lifted a hand to his skull to gently massage his temple. "Who knew tickling could be so complicated?"
Sky looked back up at the sun, then back to the brothers with anxious eyes. He knew they were running out of time as well as options.
"Look fellas, I know we're not exactly enemies … and I'm not really keen on the idea myself … but if you let me, I can probably tickle you just enough to get the door unlocked."
Sans and Papyrus looked at each other. Much like Sky, they didn't really want to ask for help with this kind of thing. Besides it being embarrassing and uncomfortable as all get-out, neither of them were entirely sure how much experience a non-laughter-eater in this place could offer.
"What do you think, Sans?" Papyrus asked meekly. "I mean … we're not really getting anywhere with each other."
Sans nodded, knowing that there was no other way forward. He didn't know how many more times he could convince himself that this would for sure be the 'last obstacle' before they were home free. But he hoped with all his Soul that this would be it.
"Okay," he sighed. "Do it."
Without another word, Sky approached Papyrus and immediately started crawling up his left leg. Papyrus shivered as the felt the little spider's tingly legs moving quickly without so much of a warning.
"A-Agh! Aheeheeheehee!!" Papyrus was already giggling, he just couldn't help it.
"I'm gonna start with you since he needs a little time to recover," Sky explained as he made it onto Papyrus's hips.
Papyrus instinctively clamped his hands over his mouth as the spider was dangerously close to his secret sweet spot. But quickly removed his hands, remembering that his laughter was crucial to the plan.
"Whatever you do, try to hold still." Sky gave one last instruction before crawling up Papyrus's spine and disappearing into the top of his battle body.
"NYAAAGH!! NYAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHOHO NO!! THAT—WAHAHAHAHA!! THAHAHAHAT—THAT REHEHEHEALLY TIHIHICKLES!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
As Sky proceeded to climb up and down Papyrus's back and ribcage, the younger skeleton let out a shocked squeal. He didn't expect the little spider to be such a good tickler, especially given that he didn't partake in the consumption of laughter. Sky wasted no time skittering across every single rib bone several times over, even weaving himself through the in-between spaces, making Papyrus shriek and squirm.
"NYAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHO MY—AHAHA!! OH MY GAHAHAHAHASH!! IT-IHIHIHIT'S—AAGH!! IHIHIHIT'S REHEHEHEALLY AWFUL!! PLEAEHEHEASE!!"
Sans could do nothing except shift his gaze between his squirming brother and the door, now looking like it was actually starting to tremble. A small spark of hope ignited in his Soul as he noticed the movement, as bad as he felt for Papyrus he was starting feel better about their chances to make it through to the other side.
"Hey! Hold still out there!"
Sky's muffled voice immediately drew Sans's gaze back towards his brother. Papyrus was doubled over, trembling as he rocked back and forth on his heels and toes. His arms were crossed over the front of his battle body and he was gripping onto the fabric tightly in an effort to relieve the horrible tickling sensations. Though it was clear that Papyrus was giving Sky a harder time with the tickling treatment, squeaky laughter still pounded out of the skeleton as his face became bright orange with stress.
"Whoa! You're jostling around too much, son!" Sky sounded shaken up as Papyrus accidentally lurched too far forward in his squirming. "You gotta keep your hands away, or I'm not gonna get very far!"
As Papyrus managed to alleviate Sky's tickle attacks in the only way he could, Sans noticed with horror that the door had ceased its movement. Once again, it stood still and lifeless before them. Papyrus didn't even realize what he was doing, he had been so consumed with fighting off the horrid sensation that had plagued him since this horrible journey began. He didn't even realize that they had no time for him to try and defend himself. Sans noticed Papyrus straining to force his hands away. But just like with himself and the underarm tickling, rationality was completely overrun by his body's desperate need to defend himself. Sans knew what he had to do.
Steeling himself, he grabbed ahold of Papyrus's wrists and forced them down, leaving him wide open and defenseless.
"NYAAAHAHAHAHA!! S-SAHAHAHAHANS!! HAHAHAHA!! W-WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?! AHAHAHAHA!!" Papyrus shrieked.
In his hysteria he had momentarily forgotten what was happening, his mind only consumed with the thought of escaping. Sans fought back the pang of guilt as he held his brother down. This simple act went against his deeply rooted big brother instincts to keep Papyrus safe from harm. He turned his focus back to the door as it began to shake again. The movement was subtle, even in spite of Papyrus howling in desperation. But it was enough to tell Sans that despite the guilt, he was doing the right thing.
"It's okay, Pap!" He wasn't sure if he was trying to reassure his brother or himself. "It'll be okay, just keep laughing!"
Papyrus reluctantly obeyed, though he couldn't stop himself from tugging against Sans out of reflex. He let out a new series of panicked shrieking as he felt Sky frantically stuttering down his spine to begin scratching along his kneecaps and legs. His legs were so spindly, almost sharp, but they tickled badly! Especially when he tried to tickle along the back of the younger skeleton's knees and travel up his femurs. Papyrus threw his head back, nearly on the brink of silent laughter. He tried so hard to keep his feet still, but ended up stamping and kicking the one that Sky had left alone.
The door hadn't changed its pace, the shaking was still subtle and it still remained closed. Noticing this, Sky suddenly jumped down from Papyrus's leg. As the younger skeleton finally took in a harsh breath, the door stopped trembling and remained still once more. Sans gave him a look of shock and confusion.
"Hey, why'd you stop?" Sans questioned as he released his brother's wrists.
"It's still not budging," Sky fretted nervously. "We need something stronger."
Sans looked at the locked door, then back at Papyrus. The younger skeleton quickly wiped away tears that were forming in his sockets. Sans knew that he didn't have any energy left for another tickle attack, and they didn't have time for him to recover. It was his turn. He just couldn't believe what he was about to say out loud. He took a step in front of Papyrus and sat down on the ground with his arms stretched over his head, a look of determination on his face.
"S-Sans … what are you … doing?" Papyrus breathed heavily.
"This way you won't be thrown off your game if I end up toppling over." Sans said facing Sky. The little spider nodded his head in understanding. Sans turned his head to face Papyrus. "Pap, do you think you can hold onto both my wrists with one hand?" He could already feel the warm tingle of a blue blush as his brother stared back at him in confusion.
"I-I suppose so … but … why?" Papyrus asked, his breath slowly regaining its normal pace.
"Because he's gonna need your help." Sans faced away as the warmth consumed his face. He honestly couldn't believe he was saying this so seriously. It was embarrassing and strange, but again, they were out of options. "He'll have to take … one underarm … and you take the other."
He almost couldn't say it, it was such an out-of-body experience. He just couldn't put into words how bizzare it was to be asking his brother and someone they just barely met to hold him down and tickle one of his worst spots. Taken aback by Sans's extreme request, Papyrus attempted to refuse.
"Sans, I-I don't want to—"
"Pap, just do it!"
Sans abruptly snapped. He didn't want to talk about it anymore than he had to. He just wanted to get it over with.
"We don't have time to waste worrying about my sanity. If that door closes, we'll be up against way worse than what we're doing now. Don't think about it, okay? Just do it." He shut his sockets tightly. Bracing, but also silently praying that his brother would swallow his hesitation and get on with it.
"He's right!" Sky added as he crawled up to Sans's hip. "I can't do it alone, you have to help me."
Papyrus's insides churned with worry. He didn't want to hurt Sans, or end up pushing him past the point of insanity. In his mind, that made him no worse than any of the other horrible creatures of this world. But when Sans looked back at him with pleading eyes, Papyrus knew that he had to put his faith in his big brother. That even though it was going to be unpleasant, Sans's laughter was going to unlock the door and get them home. It would all be worth it.
Without allowing another doubt into his mind, Papyrus gripped onto Sans's wrists with his left hand. It was difficult to reach around, but he managed to secure his brother firmly enough to keep him from pulling free. He then dug the fingers of his right hand deep into Sans's exposed hollow. Tickling, scribbling, swirling, and every motion he knew that would drive his brother bonkers.
"WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! AHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
Despite knowing exactly what he had agreed to, Sans still couldn't stop himself from begging and squirming for dear life as the terrible spot was toyed with. After seeing Papyrus finally committing to what had to be done, Sky immediately traveled his way up Sans ribs to join in the underarm tickling. Sans let out a surprisingly high-pitched squeal upon feeling the sharp tingling of Sky traveling up his ribs. But as the little spider secured himself to his opposite underarm, the squealing was replaced with frenzied screams and cachinnating.
"AAAAAAGGGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!"
He was only half-sincere in his begging, he knew that they couldn't stop no matter how much they wanted to. The tickling under his arms was absolutely horrid! He wanted nothing more than to pull his arms down and roll away. But true to his word, Papyrus kept his arms perfectly upright and unbending. The poor skeleton could already feel warm tears sliding down his cheekbones as he laughed and struggled with all his might.
"I'm sorry, Sans! I'm so sorry!" Papyrus profusely apologized.
But contrary to his words, he kept the harsh tickling going strong. Not stopping even with the added noise of Sans's frantic pleading. Sky, too, was using all eight of his legs to scratch and scribble mercilessly along his underarm. Following Papyrus's lead, he tried to silently instruct every one of his appendages to use a different tickling method in order to draw out the most laughter from the hysterical skeleton.
Two legs were poking around, another two were swirling in circles, while another pair was harshly scribbling, leaving the last two to slowly trace up and down. It was a mental struggle to say the least. But one that seemed to be working as Sans harshly screamed as a result of the horrifically ticklish techniques.
"Can you see the door?" Sky called to Papyrus through the fabric of Sans's sleeve.
Papyrus looked up at the door. Sure enough, it was beginning to shake again, this time even stronger than before.
"It's working!" Papyrus cheered. He turned to Sans to give him the good news, but was mindful to keep the tickling up so they didn't lose any progress. "Sans! It's working, brother! You're doing great!"
Sans almost seemed to have not heard Papyrus's joyful announcement. He threw his tear-stained head back as a mixture of harsh laughter and subtle sobs poured out of him. His knees were kicking up frantically and he pulled harder and harder on his wrists, nearly throwing Papyrus off-balance.
"AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEAEHEHEASE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!! I-I-HEEHEEHEE CAHAHAHAN'T!! I CAHAHAAN'T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT!! AHAHAHAHA!!" Sans screamed loudly.
As to be expected, the insanity overtook his mind and all he knew was that he desperately wanted it to stop.
"PLEHEHEHEHEEEEEEASE!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEASE PAPYRUHAHAHAHAHA...!!"
He opened his teary eyes to give Papyrus a look of utter desperation. His pupils were reduced to tiny pinpricks, it broke Papyrus's heart that he was putting him through so much torture.
"I…. I'm sorry, Sans!" He apologized even louder to be heard over his brother's screeching. "L-Look! Look at the door!" He tried his best to distract him through the ticklish torment. "See it shaking? We're almost there, brother! Don't give up! You're gonna get us out of this!"
"Wait! You mean it's STILL not opening yet?" Sky shouted from beneath Sans's sleeve.
"No … just a lot of shaking!" Papyrus called back. "But it's getting there, I know it is!"
"AHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!! PLEAEHEHEASE!! I-I CAHAHAHAN'T DOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIT!!" Sans wailed miserably, sobs wracking through his useless pleas and guffaws.
Sky paused in his tickling to peek out from the end of Sans's sleeve. Just as Papyrus had said, the door was still shaking, but it wasn't yet unlocked. He recognized right away that even with the two of them going after one of Sans's worst spots, it still wasn't going to be enough laughter to open the door. He crawled out of Sans's shirt and lowered himself to the ground. Once Papyrus noticed the little spider no longer tickling Sans he stopped in turn to stare at him with confusion.
"Wh-What's going on?" he stammered nervously.
"Give him a break son, let him breathe." Sky replied gently.
Immediately Papyrus released Sans. The older skeleton fell backwards onto the grass, greedily inhaling mouthfuls of air and exhaling with lingering sobs as they came to a halt.
"Sans, I…. I'm so, so sorry," Papyrus said softly as he crouched down next to him.
Sans could barely speak as he caught his breath, he placed a trembling hand onto Papyrus's knee, hoping that that would be enough to reassure him that he was okay.
"It's still not enough," Sky lamented, sounding defeated. "We hit it with a really strong tickling attack, but it STILL wasn't enough."
Sans and Papyrus glanced at each other again. This time, a look of total despair decorated their faces. It felt so hopeless, even driving themselves to the brink of insanity wasn't going to be enough to make it through. They were going to be stuck here forever. Sky turned back towards them, looking sympathetic.
"I don't suppose you fellas have any worse spots on ya?" he offered pathetically.
Then it dawned on the two of them. Out of all of their intense tickle spots, their secret ones had been the main source of most of their misery. The idea of willingly exposing them to be tickled was unbearable enough. They looked back up at the sun, it had finally reached the highest hilltops out in the distance and was steadily sinking. This was it, it was now or never.
"I do," Sans admitted, his voice cracking from the strain in his voice.
"Sans, no!!" Papyrus shouted boldly, Sans was surprised by the firmness in his brother's tone. "You've already been through enough, it should be me."
Sans attempted to protest, but was quickly stopped by the urge to cough. "N-No...!" He weakly spat out before the cough took his voice.
"Sans." Papyrus bent down further to meet his brother face-to-face. His expression was a serious one, something the Sans wasn't used to seeing on his usually optimistic brother. "It is MY TURN." He said it so firmly, so much weight in his words. Not one ounce of his usual exaggeration whenever he would normally try and get a point across.
"Brother, you have taken the brunt of so many of my shortcomings. Please. Just let me take this one. You don't have to protect me anymore, Sans, I can do it."
Sans just laid there speechless in the grass. He knew that he couldn't talk Papyrus out of this, and while he was worried beyond all measure for his brother's well-being, and sense of pride was welling up within him. His little brother had come so far in this strange and bizarre world they were trapped in, he just wished that he had to vocal strength to tell him how proud he was of him.
"I don't know…," Sky finally spoke up. "I'm starting to think that even if we went after your worst possible spot, there's a chance that it won't be enough. We don't really have time to explore anything different if that turns out to be the case."
"Well, we have to try," Papyrus said adamantly. "Even if it doesn't work, The Great Papyrus is prepared to go down fighting!"
In that moment, Sans began to feel that sense of pride he had for his brother expanding past his chest. Seeing Papyrus stand tall and brave amid the despair, ready to face anything and everything, suddenly gave the older skeleton the drive to stand back up on his feet. He was still shaky, he wobbled as gravity tempted him to fall back down. But he shook it off as he stood next to Papyrus.
"Then we'll … do it together."
He breathed out heavily. Papyrus turned to give Sans a look of concern, but Sans immediately returned with the same look of certainty he had given him earlier.
"I'm not gonna let you do this alone, bro."
With a firm expression of understanding between the two of them they turned back to Sky.
"How about it, Skyder?" Sans asked wearily. "Think you can find a way to get us both at the same time?"
"I think … I might know a way," Sky replied thoughtfully.
It took several minutes of planning, and a lot of work on the little spider's part, but at last he came up with a workable system. The brothers sat side by side on the grass with their hands and feet secured to the ground thanks to an extra sticky web binding provided by Sky.
He stood between them, having meticulously spun a soft and delicate string of web around and between the grooves of Sans's back. The motion drew out sharp gasps and strained squeals from the older skeleton, but thanks to the sticky binding, he wasn't able to move around and mess up the process. After the web was strung through Sans's sweet spot, Sky proceeded to wrap it around Papyrus's hips. As the delicate thread wound itself around the area where his hips and spine met, he, too, erupted with frantic giggles and squeaks.
By the time it was all put together, the sun was halfway past the hills, but they were ready. Sky's thread had successfully made a large loop that spun through both brother's sweet spots. Now all he had to do was pull to keep it spinning, leaving the motion of the soft thread to tickle the helpless skeletons.
"Ten minutes 'til sundown!" he called nervously. "You boys ready?"
Sans and Papyrus took one last nervous look at each other. This was going to be a rough ride, but as long as they did it together, they somehow knew that it was going to be alright. They nodded.
"Okay! Here goes!"
Sky tugged at the string with all of his might. The soft little whirlwind spun around and around, endlessly brushing and swishing through the brother's secret sweet spots. They were overwhelmed with screaming laughter instantaneously. It took no time before they began helplessly pulling against the webs. Shrieking and clawing into the ground as the howled and guffawed and shrieked and sobbed all at once. It was so unbelievably ticklish! It was all-consuming and endless.
Although the delicate thread had only been vibrating against one spot, it had almost felt like the tingling was spreading throughout their entire nervous systems. No matter how hard they thrashed, they could not wriggle away from it. Bright blue and orange tears began scattering in every direction as their heads violently shook. Sky had a hard time dodging the oversized droplets as he pulled on the web.
At last the ivory door began shaking harder than ever before. It vibrated the ground below them, although the brothers couldn't even tell from how frantically they were trying to kick up their legs.
"That's it!" Sky called. "This is gonna do it!!"
He used all of his legs to pull faster and faster. For a moment, both skeletons were spiraling into a fit of silent laughter. Their heads swam with desperation as they struggled to draw in a gasping breath. Noticing this immediately, Sky let up on the speed of the thread.
"Come on, fellas!" he urged. "Don't go quiet on me now, you're almost there! Breathe!!"
And by some kind of miracle, the skeletons gained just enough energy to inhale deep enough to let out one final scream.
WHOOSH!!
There was a burst of light followed by an abrupt gust of wind. Sky immediately released the thread and jumped down to the ground. Thinking fast, he raced over to the four sticky webs that held down the brother's hands and feet. One by one he pulled them off with lightning speed, finally freeing them from the earth.
"It's open!" he yelled frantically. "Come on, boys! Now's your chance!"
For a moment, Sans and Papyrus didn't move, they were too dazed and breathless to even realize what was happening.
"Come on, you guys!" Sky screamed at the top of his lungs. "It's almost sunset! You have to get outta here!"
Finally, Sans managed to blink through the confusion, though the blinding light from the door made it difficult to see. But once his vision adjusted, his Soul nearly leapt out of his trembling ribcage. The door was open! They did it! He quickly glanced over at the sun, it was almost gone! They had to make a break for it before it was too late!
"PAP!!" Sans screamed in spite of the pain in his throat.
Papyrus, too, was in the process of shaking himself out of the daze.
"S…. Sans?" He muttered weakly.
Sans knew there was no time left, thinking fast, he leapt to his feet and scooped up Papyrus in his arms. The younger skeleton let out a startled yelp at the sudden shift in gravity. Adrenaline raced through Sans’s bones, immediately masking the soreness that would have otherwise plagued his body. He took off running for the door. To his horror it was slowly beginning to close as the sun continued to descend.
"Run!!" Sky screamed. "Keep running!! Don't look back!!"
Just as they were a few feet from the exit, Sans made a leap for it. Almost in slow motion, he managed to throw Papyrus through the doorframe while in mid-air. Papyrus landed with a hard THUMP into the door, with Sans falling flat onto his front just outside of it.
Quickly, the brothers scrambled for each other. They clawed across the floor, reaching for each other's hands. At last, Papyrus leaned forward, barely catching himself before falling over. He grasped onto Sans's wrists with all of his might and yanked him through the door with every ounce of strength he had left. They landed on top of each other just as the door closed behind them, leaving behind the colorful world of LaughterLand with a loud BANG!
For several moments they both just laid there, taking it all in. The world around them was pure white and eerily silent. Nothing could be heard, save for their heavy breathing. At last, after what felt like an eternity, they both sat up to look around. The door was still there behind them, but that was the only physical thing they could see. All around them was nothing but white. White sky, white ground, white everything.
"This seems … familiar?" Papyrus finally spoke.
"Y-Yeah," Sans stammered. "I think … this might be where … we came in."
At last, he remembered, this was exactly where they had first entered LaughterLand. The place where they met the Ghost Children, the place where this nightmare began. Wearily, the skeletons helped each other up. They looked around, attempting to brush themselves off.
"Okay..." Papyrus breathed out. "Where do we go from here?"
Suddenly from out of nowhere, a deep, familiar sounding voice echoed off the walls of the white space.
"Oh, I'm afraid you aren't going anywhere."
The brothers practically leapt off of the ground in fear. Their Souls pounded against their bones and they trembled.
"Sans, look!"
Papyrus pointed a trembling finger just ahead of them. There was a figure in the distance, it was walking directly towards them. It was short, it appeared to be walking on four legs. It didn't take long before Sans began to notice other figures starting to appear from the distance and were rapidly making their way towards the nervous skeletons. They froze in terror, not knowing what to expect. Too scared to wonder out loud just who or what was surrounding them this time. As their images became clearer and clearer, the skeletons nearly dropped to the ground in shock.
Denial flooded their minds. It couldn't be! There's no way it could be possible! This can't be real! The Cheshire Cat stepped forward, his sharp-toothed grin now glistening brighter than ever.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he said in his low, posh tone.
Behind him followed the loud and lumbering footsteps of the Tickle Monster, it growled with delight upon seeing them. Dropwart appeared soon after, followed by her pet snakes. Two shadows appeared off to the side, and the brothers knew instantly that they belonged to the Ghost Children.
"Sorry, fellas," came a small voice from the door.
The brothers dared to turn away from their horde of adversaries to see Sky standing in front of the door with a cocky look in his many eyes.
"Nothing personal."
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Little thank-you post!
I have over 100 followers now! Don't really know why any of you are here, I am not funny nor am I interesting, nor do I actually post anything cool lol. But regardless, I'm really grateful for you guys and for your support! (As well as all the anons that reach out to me! Thank you to you all, as well! I enjoy when people actually talk to me, nobody wants to feel like they're rambling into a void lol)
As a sort of mediocre, I'm sorry thank-you, I want to outline what I've got in store for you all next:
Gonna release the BurningCheese playlist soon, it's over 30 songs long now lol. I want you all to jam with me. Rock out to the BurningCheese vibe. (And send me more song recommendations if you want, a lot of what I have now is thanks to homies making suggestions)
PART 2 OF "Mine Forever More" IS COMING VERY SOON! Now that I've played through episode 6 (and had a massive meltdown because BURNINGCHEESE IS CANON OMG /jk), I know what I want to do for the story now. Expect it to be posted within the next day or two! (And also look forward to more short stories, I have a lot planned)
Remember those BurningCheese fankids I've mentioned more than once before? Get excited, you're gonna see and hear about them again soon 👀👀👀
I've gotten asks about my "Reformed Beasts AU" that I've been tinkering with. I promise there will be a masterpost on the subject in the future. I kind of want to iron out my thoughts on the Beasts in general first, and how I headcanon their corruptions (like that "a thought about Burning Spice" post I made). Will probably write about Shadow Milk next, or maybe Silent Salt (I've made up a whole ass character for this guy that I've gotten attached to already lol)
I know I have a bunch of asks in my inbox I still need to answer. I'm sorry for the delay, I promise I will get to you all. I inhabit the real world and have real-world responsibilities like everyone else, unfortunately haha
Gonna remind you all again that my AO3 username is sleeping_mouse_1011, because people have asked me that, too. Do be careful, a lot of my works are NSFW to some degree (that's where I indulge in Yandere Spice lol). I encourage minors to stay here and enjoy my SFW stories instead.
Got a bunch of meme edits to make now, hope those make you laugh. I gotta cope with having no artistic talent somehow
I have thoughts and headcanons I'd love to share about other characters and ships besides Burning Simp and Pretty Cheese Lady lol. I'm actually NOT entirely insane, I am capable of rational discussion about things other than BurningCheese, I swear
Thanks again to everyone who takes the time to rifle through my nonsense posts and read my stories. It really means a lot to me that my works bring people joy. I know I'm still just some nobody on here, but even so. I hope I somehow manage to put a smile on your face. Even if it's more at my own expense than anything else.
That's all from me for now. Merchant out. Later, haters
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RIFFS AND REGRETS - NOAH SEBASTIAN
oc name used: arabella
warnings: mention of sex?? throwing up??
unedited btw
summary: lol u dont get one keep reading.
The pounding on the bus door was enough to drag my sorry ass out of bed. I should NOT have drank that much. “Bella!!!” the pounding was repetitive. “Sorry! Sorry! Geez. i didn't even have a bra on.” My drummer, leo, stood infront of me with the hangover holy grail. coffee.
I rub my face, god i slept in my makeup. He hands me an iced latte, in which i accept gratefully. We were currently parked in the bus sector of good things festival, approximately two days before it kicked off. I knew he was here, engraved into the back of my fucking skull. I just wonder if they were still together.
I was talking about noah of course, the topic of him having haunted my dreams the past 4 years. Silhouettes of Silence (SOS) kicked off after we stopped being friends, which im sure was a real slap in the face for him. I do briefly remember the events leading up to the pure distaste and hurt i feel towards the man, but i could honestly go on forever.
I was snapped out of thought as leo repeatedly snapped in front of my face. “Get your shit together you haven’t even seen him yet” he says, raising an eyebrow at me. “Wheres lucy and gene?” i ask, glancing around the poorly furnished bus. “Probably hooking up somewhere." “I ought to fire those two one of these days.”
With a sigh, i get up from my position on the leather couch. “Cmon, we gotta go set up our merch tent.” much to my absolute dismay, we were opposite none other than the bad omens merch tent. I just avoid eye contact. I loiter near pierce the veils tent, danielle had babysat me my entire childhood so we were close.
“Silhouettes of silence, huh?” i heard a voice behind me. I could recognise that little shit anywhere. “Folio!!” i turn on my heels, running towards him. I hug him tightly, even after all this time he still smells and feels the same. “Ive missed you, man.” he says, pulling away. I shrug awkwardly, “hah… sorry. Kind of skipped town after everything went down. Im proud of you, you look well.” i say, shifting awkwardly on my feet. “Same to you bella, you look better.” he says with that stupid smile. “We should hang out some time.” i say, smiling at him. “Mhm, bring back our thrifting adventures.’ he says, glancing back to his tent. “Hey i gotta go, catch you later yeah?” he says, disappearing before i can even say anything.
“That was an absolute disaster.” i gesture to danielle, who had appeared next to me. “Eh, id say it wasn’t too bad. If the rest of em are like that, this’ll be a breeze for you.” she responds. “Just wish it wasn’t like this.” i say. She hums, before stepping back to return to her organising. I take a deep breath, it was day one and i was already exhausted. I manage to leg it back to the bus without another unnecessary encounter with an omen boy, but at what cost.
I step inside the dark tour bus to be met with the sound of moans and skin slapping.
Oh my god.
“Abstinence in the tour bus they said. Itll be fun being in a band they said”
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Another day of rehearsals and setting up, pre show day nerves hitting me hard. I go for a walk after the suns set, just minding my own business. It was late, and quiet. Moments like this really kept me alive. My bassist and guitarist were immature, i feel like im going no where with my life, im still caught up on a GUY- oh god theres somebody behind me.
“You look like shit.”
“Oh my fucking GOD jolly you scared the shit out of me you creep.” i hiss, turning around. He just laughs, walking alongside me. “Its like 11pm, why are you out here walking alone?” he asks. “Thinking.” i mutter, looking down at my feet. “Fuck. i cannot see.” he mumbles, turning his phone flash on.
We do a lap of the festival grounds, just catching up a bit. “You look different.” jolly says abruptly. I stop walking, now confused. “Sorry?” “its just.. I dont know. Youve lost weight, dyed your hair, started a band, covered yourself in tattoos its just.. Weird. You definitely look more.. You.” he says. I ponder for a moment. “Geez youre observant.”
We finish our lap off, before going our separate ways to our buses. “Soo… seen him yet? Leo asks, sprawled out on a leather couch with some chips. “No… not yet atleast. But i'm gradually ticking off his bandmates.” i respond, sitting down next to him to steal a chip. “They were your friends too, bella.” he says, his voice softening on me. “Dont get all sappy on me” i say, shoving him. He laughs.
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Showtime.
I could actually throw up.
I stand infront of the shitty bathroom mirror, some comfy flares and a hoodie on for now. I take deep breaths before warming up my voice.
Everyone gathers for soundcheck.
“Hi yes im in my slippers, uhhh someone give me a song to sing.”
“Floral and fading!!!”
“My voice doesn’t go thaaaat high!!”
Its about 3pm now, ive already pregamed some drinks and some artists have even started. Leo is curling my hair, while i cake on some makeup. “Im so not ready for this.” i say, setting my face. “You’ll do perfectly fine, warm your voice up.” he says, poking my side.
I stand backstage, cracking my knuckles. Something I usually do out of pure fear. I rock on the balls of my feet, zoning the fuck out. “You got this.” Lucy says, standing in front of me. I just nod, anxiety swirling in my stomach. “You’re on in 10.” the stage manager says, walking behind me. I sigh, rubbing my face. “Im gonna shit myself” i choke out a laugh.
I finally get my shit together and step out onto the main stage. Our song ‘urban legends’ blares through the plethora of speakers, my stage presence is bipolar compared to me naturally. I’m confident on stage, not in real life.
Passion seeps through my voice as i perform our debut album, ‘echoes of silence’ the crowd is ecstatic, feeling the vibe. I transition into our newer songs, whom have grown popular on tiktok. Its exhausting really, but i love the adrenaline.
As our set closes, i stalk past all the sea of backstage members, catching the eye of the one man id been trying to avoid. I don’t have time to care though, i can hear leo walking behind me, trying to get my attention. Fuck. i need a bucket.
I run into the backstage bathrooms, throwing up. Gene and lucy hold my hair back. My ears are ringing and i feel queasy.
The last thing i hear before i black out is
“Is she okay?”
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credits to whoever came up with 'abstinence in the tour bus' i read it somewhere and think of it religiously lol.
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𝜗℘ 🍹 ‚ 𝐊ISS 𝐌E﹗
𓍢🌴 sum. 𓂃 what happens when your boss get pregnant, and you're forced to take care of her office in sweet ol' paris? 𓍢🍍 cw. 𓂃 no smut but does have sexual undertones. reader gets called pet names quite often.. and described as female. emily in paris spoilers (not major) 𓍢🌊 wc. 𓂃 ~2.5k ⠀ ۪ ⠀✿ my note! so.. this is heavily inspired by emily in paris 'cus i honestly think it's a good series imo
you lived in a suburban area, somewhere in nagoya. you also heard stories about paris— that it was the city of love. the longer you think about it, the more you get nauseous. it started with one phone call. you quickly hurried to it as it started ringing an obnoxious loud tone. you grabbed the phone rapidly, curious on who it was. with a swipe of your finger to the right, you picked up. you still recognized that voice— it was your boss. ‘’hey!’’ she said in a cheery manner, the audio was quite glitchy the more she spoke and some parts weren’t even audible— it wasn’t strange, she lived in central tokyo.
‘’hi? is there anything?’’ you asked in a polite manner, wondering why she was calling at 1 am. you were in the bathroom, getting ready to go to bed peacefully. ‘’yeah— sooo.. i’m pregnant.’’ ‘’HUH? what? when? how—’’ she interrupts you in the middle of your rambling by letting out a chuckle. ‘’silly. that doesn’t matter. but what does matter is i’m going on preg’ leave.’’ she thinks for a moment, ‘’ah… also, i need you to take care of my office in paris..’’ she trails off, not sure if you were going to be happy about it— you didn’t really have a choice. your eyes light up, it was like a kid getting invited to disneyland— but this was much better than disneyland. this was PARIS. the city of looooove. your crowded thoughts quickly disappear when she says, ‘’remember, it’s for 6 months. and it’s no vacation, you still gotta work.’’ you frown, knowing that you’d still have to be forced to partake in boring ass projects. ‘’sounds good. when?’’
‘’tomorrow.’’ your heart basically drops, seriously? tomorrow? dammit— now you’d have to worry about packing in, instead of sleeping like normal. and is it even that good? you’d probably have to learn french, the culture.. everything that comes along with it. wait— hold on. how could you forget? you also had a boyfriend here, in japan. and you’d somehow have to beg him to come to paris with you— but he’s basically a workaholic! you hang up on your bosswithout realizing it, you were frantically calling nanami. ‘’hello, darling?’’ he says in a puzzled tone to the phone’s speaker. ‘’oh. yeah, hi nanami— something supa’ important.’’ you weren’t sure how you’d tell him, i mean… it’s such a big responsibility for you, and for him.. you didn’t even know where he’d work at. maybe the office you were at? maybe he doesn’t even like working there. you were so clueless, but you just decided to say it straight-up. ‘’i’m going to paris. tomorrow. you’re coming with me!’’ you hadn’t realized it yet, but you were begging him. ‘’what..?’’ he stammers, confused what you were talking about it. ‘’honey— you know i can’t come to paris. and definitely not tomorrow.’’ ‘’nanami. this is no vacation— i’m going there for 6 months. for work. my (former) boss is going on pregnancy leave, and i have to take care of her office in paris.’’ you try to explain, not sugarcoating anything.
‘’sorry, i can’t do it.’’ he said in a stern manner, a huge contrast to your behavior. your heart double-dropped. what is this feeling? heartbreak? probably. ‘’and. i don’t wanna do long distance…’’ you furrow your eyebrows, was he.. breaking up with you? instead of responding, you hung up.
who cares? you’d had bigger issues anyway. right?? like packing in for, for paris! oh no.. you were one minor inconvenience away from a full-blown breakdown. you hurried to grab a stable suitcase. let’s not talk about the metallic hello kitty pattern on it. you were sure people were gonna comment on it, but whatever. confidence is key! (damn, you can recite positivity quotes like a song in your head— but that’s not gonna help anything)
you waddled to the closet, to shove as much as you can in your suitcase. are you sure that’s not a bit overboard..? you knew deep down you’d probably be forced to pay a mandatory fee for your fatass luggage. you put other basic amenities in, till your case couldn’t even be shut. is this overpackeritis? if so, you were probably diagnosed with it. you had to take some (a lot) of items, even your most memorable ones! like your hello kitty hairbrush. oh god. we’re not a hello kitty girl, right? even though it’s only been, what, 10 minutes? you felt your hands cramp up from carrying that heavy suitcase to one room to another. it’s good that you finished packing in. you walked— no, jumped on your bed before falling fast asleep. wow, that’s one sure way to get over a breakup… by sleeping it off! ring.. ring.. ring.. you heard your doorbell go off like 5 times. ‘’madam! mademoiselle! you are going to miss your flight!’’ the male.. and presumably french taxi driver shouts from the door. you rubbed your eyes, before quickly heading downstairs with your suitcase in hand. shit! you were still wearing your horrid statement shirt.. and batman pyjama pants? people were gonna think you weren’t good in the head. oh, whatever— you overslept, so now you have to go through the consequences of not being able to dress into something more appropriate. you open the door, awkwardly hiding your questionable fashion choices away from the taxi driver. ‘’hey.. um.’’ you smiled, and the second he turned around, you made sure to step out of the door. (and wow! you now magically have your phone in your hand and passport in the other.) you made sure to lock the door before catching up with the taxi driver. you weren’t sure if that was a weird glance from him.. you stepped in the car, it was probably a toyota. the interior was all-black, but it was still somewhat clean. sure, some dust particles in the crevices, however it was much better than the other cars you were in. (like nanami’s one— maybe that’s a bit too petty...) as soon as you put on your seatbelt, the person starts driving.. a bit too fast. sir, it’s a 25 mph street…! you don’t say anything, just hoping that he wouldn’t drive a kid over. he probably has a driver’s license (you hope), so it doesn’t matter. you look outside the window, before realizing you weren’t gonna see your house anymore for.. 6 months.
hmm.. before even realizing it— you were already at the nagoya chubu airport. ‘’have a good day, madam.’’ the taxi driver smiles faintly before heading off. you turn around, never having realized the sheer size of an airport. and even though it was still early, there were loads of people. tons of commotions in every part of the air terminal. you honestly felt overwhelmed, but you powered through and found the lane you needed to be at. LANE 6, TIME: 06:30 (or 5:30 am for the americans…) fast forward to when you finally arrive in paris. wait, not yet, you were still at the paris charles de gaulle airport. you were getting picked up by someone. he had beefy arms, you swear a vein would pop if he tried flexing it. he also had huge tits, i mean a huge chest. before you could stare any longer, he looked down at you. sure, he was attractive, but also damn intimidating..! ‘’what are ya starin’ at?’’ he lets out a scoff. ‘’hurry up and get in the car.’’ he opens the car door for you, hey, atleast that was polite. you nod, hurriedly getting in the BMW car. it was significantly less clean, some cigarette packs scattered throughout, a lot of dust.. and even a cobweb in the corner. you felt a lump grow in your throat, but you still wanted to know some information about him. ‘’wha.. what’s your name?’’
‘’toji. toji zenin.’’ he clenches the steering wheel. you recognize that last name! it being a somewhat well-known clan in japan. ‘’ah.. why are you in paris then?’’ he lets out a scoff, turning his head around and getting a good look at your face. ‘’cus’ i’m a broke ass bitch.’’ he points to the cigarette pack. ‘’pass me that.’’ he says in a non-polite way. you hesitate, wanting to be petty— but you didn’t wanna get clapped by him (but he definitely could in the bedroom). you give him the cigarettes, there were only 2 left in the red packaging. ‘’and the lighter, idiot.’’ you pass him the rusty lighter, you just saw from the amount of leftover cigarettes in the car that he must’ve been a heavy chainsmoker. he opens the window, lighting up the cig’. ‘’what’s your name, darlin?’’ he looks in the rearview mirror of the car to see the nervous look on your face, letting out a chuckle before shifting his attention to the road in front of him. ‘’um.. just call me whatever.’’ he raises an eyebrow, ‘’anything..? mmm.. so i can call you a whore. got it.’’ he says in an annoyingly sarcastic manner. you let out an inner-scoff. that’s not what i meant…! you say to yourself seriously? whore? you bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to answer. ‘’it was a joke, cutie. don’t take it seriously.’’ he says, putting the attention on the look of your face. he throws the cigarette out of the slightly open window before taking up the speed by a few notches. you soon arrive at the apartment your boss assigned to you. it was located near the office. ‘’ey, what’s your number?’’ you hesitate, not wanting to give your number to a random taxi driver and certainly not someone who nearly called you a whore— but ah.. he was certainly a fine guy… soo, whatever. you speak up, ‘’um.. it’s xxx-xxx-xxx.’’ you notice him writing it down on a small piece of paper. ‘’got it. have a fine day, darlin.’’ he slyly smirks before you open the car door and hurriedly go to your apartment door. it was on floor 4.. you think. you carry the luggage inside just to notice.. there’s no fuckin’ elevator?!
you’d have to carry this up 4 floors… you walk upstairs for what seems like an eternity. you try to open the door, before you hear someone stepping up to the door— huh? wasn’t this your apartment. the door creaks open to a blue-eyed male with frosty white hair. ‘’mmm? who’s this?’’ he keeps the door open by leaning his arm against it. ‘’i.. believe this is my apartment?’’ he looks confused for a moment. ‘’ah… on which floor are you supposed to go?’’ ‘’floor.. 4?’’ his smirk turns into a full blown smile. ‘’silly ass. in france, the first floor for you is the ground floor for us. so you have to go up one floor.’’
you let out a huff that was a bit too audible, because he quickly notices the luggage behind you. ‘’you want me to help you carry that? i assume you’re from japan?’’ he looks you up and down, nearly letting out a laugh when he notices what you’re wearing. you furrow your eyebrows, ‘’yea, how do you know?’’ he puts his hands in his pockets. ‘’pfft.. oh, nothing— you totally don’t have a sanrio suitcase. don’t worry, i’m from japan too.’’ you hesitate, he didn’t look remotely japanese— not to be stereotypical or anything, but he had white hair and horrifying blue eyes. traits that aren’t normal in japan.. or really, anywhere else. ‘’why are you looking like that? i really am~’’ he nudges your shoulder as he carries your suitcase upstairs. ‘’why are you in france, anyway?’’ he shrugs, ‘’cause japan got too boring.’’ eh.. too boring? he wasn’t here for work or anything.. but just ‘cause he felt like it? ‘’how rich are you?’’ i mean, he lived in central paris— the capital of france, usually apartments don’t come too cheap. you both walk up to the apartment you should’ve been at. ‘’rich enough to buy a mansion in every country.’’ a grin appears on his face. ‘’even that may be an understatement.’’ your eyes widen, an understatement? you could hardly even afford to live in nagoya. his comment didn’t even make that much sense, if he can buy a mansion in every country— why would he live in a small apartment then? you open the door, noticing that the apartment is largely already decorated by who you assume was your former boss. ‘’i did jujutsu for decades. basically since i was born.’’ he adds onto his sentence. he walks in your apartment with you. ‘’wow, not bad. it’s hard to buy houses like this in paris. i’m speaking from experience, they don’t like tourists in france.’’ he looks around. you hurry to the closed curtain, before opening it to reveal a view nearby the eiffel tower. your jaw literally dropped. you frantically grabbed your phone out of your pocket to take a dozen pictures of the magnificent view. your boss must’ve bribed someone to buy this apartment— because you could’ve only dreamed about being able to see the eiffel tower so close. you noticed your instagram username.. me.in.nagoya but now you changed it to me.in.paris. you turned around, not having noticed it till now.. but damn, whoever this man was, he was undoubtedly the most charming person you’ve seen.. ‘’my name’s gojo.’’ he looks at you in a way that makes you clench your thighs together. his grin drops in a confused stare. ‘’is there something, princess?’’ he asks. ‘’nothing.. but..’’ you tug his shirt, giving him a clear and bold sign on what you wanted. his eyes glanced up and down, raising an eyebrow. ‘’ah.. i dunno~ we just met!’’ he said in a teasing manner, but you knew he was somewhat serious. ‘’pleaseeee?’’ safe to say your begging did not help. you walked up to the office with a ridiculous suit, even though french people may be fashionable.. you really stood out (in a bad way). you noticed people looking at you in a questionable manner. you hurried to your personal cubicle that was in the corner of the huge building. a woman with a brown bob walked up to you, her look was so serious— and even intimidating. ‘’madam? as-tu besoin de quelque chose?’’ what? you didn’t understand even a bit of french, sure, maybe oui and bonjour but other than that you were clueless. the look on your face said everything. ‘’ah.. no french? pas un autre touriste stupide…’’ stupide? sure, you didn’t know french, but stupide probably meant stupid. and touriste.. tourist.. wait, she was basically calling you a stupid tourist. tumblr isn't letting me write more than this.
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#jujutsu#jujutsu gojo#jjk gojo#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#jjk x reader#divider by anitalenia#iknowher
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I LOVE YOUR AU SO MUCH GIVES ME HAPPY TINGLES AND I'VE BEEN HYPERFIXATING ON IT FOREVEER YOU ARE ONE AMAZING AU WRITER!! (me when author creates another amazing masterpiece) (you)!
THANK YOU! TvT I know I mostly post art, but writing is also one of my passions!!! So it's nice to know you're enjoying the story so far. 🥹🙏 Even though we just got past the introduction stage. But if you already like what we have for now, let me just say none of y'all are READY for when we reach the turning point of my AU! "The Dreamers" is the goal at the moment. That's all I'm gonna say. 😉✨ So as we wait, have this lil' doodle I made up just cause I remembered I can!
Till then! =D
-Bubbly💙
#shrunken Alastor for the LOLs#spacebubblearts#HHStargazersAU#doodle#human au#sort of#radioapple#appleradio#alastor x lucifer#lucifer x alastor#look at him and his big boi bowtie awww#he's just a lil guy but fr#queerplatonic#or not#let's all just have some fun!#asks#thanks for interacting with me Anon!#ringmaster Lucifer#chibi Alastor#hazbin hotel#The Show Must Go On#I love making their silly little faces#my silly wittle guys#You gotta remember that in my AU Luci's a human#meaning he has absolutely no idea what the fuck just happened.#As far as he knows magic is a mere performance#but now he has a smol version of his employee in his hat.#art practice#became comic#this is me just goofing around. no need to take it too seriously.
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No more fighting and shaming people for their type of f/os. Support and love for all kinds of f/os Now.
✰ You have live action f/os? Maybe even only live action f/os?? That's awesome!! Your f/os from movies? Tv shows? Some independent series/project? That's so cool!
✰ You have anime f/os? Does your f/o list have popular characters from this season's newest anime or the most popular anime phone games? Love that for you! Glad you're having fun with your latest interests.
✰ You have f/os from video games? That's cool! Recent releases? Maybe even older games, last generation? Or maybe games even older than that? Indie games only a handful of people know, or indie games everyone knows? That's amazing!
✰ Your f/os come from children's shows or movies? Are they animated, or maybe live action, or one of the shows that use puppets? That's really great, I'm glad you can find beauty in these shows people might say you're too old for. Never let anyone stop your love for your interests.
✰ Your f/os are from comic?? Me too! Are they from big name series or maybe the lesser known ones? Are they indie comics? Maybe even webcomics?? Hell yeah, great taste.
✰ F/os from podcasts? Actual plays/liveplays?? Novels?? Yes!! How fun!! It can be hard when there's very few visuals of your f/os and all of your content is just audio/writing, but it's sweet that you can find so much love for them that you don't need visuals.
✰ Maybe your f/os are from something I didn't even think of. If so, I love that. Your taste and love for your f/os is unique!! And I'm glad I get to learn more about it :)
I think it's great that there is such a wide variety of types and tastes when it comes to self shipping. Some people's f/o lists are only super attractive anime pretty boys, some are from clunky PS2/Xbox games, some don't even have visuals of what they look like, some you've seen everywhere and some you've never heard of in your life. It's great, our differences are what make all of us coming together even more beautiful, I think.
[If you're an adult that ages up characters under 18 or are pro.ship or whatever, this post isn't for you to reblog]
#dragon's ramblings#had a thought that made me mad. remembered some ppl who like. genuinely would shit on ppl for their f/os#why be elitist and mean abt ppl's tastes. you wouldnt want someone to be mean to you.#i have friends who like anime boys. weird video game men. comic characters. children's cartoon characters.#friends who's f/os are human and some who are monsters and some who are just little creatures and weirdly shaped#and i love it i love to see it#ok i gotta go shower for work now. bye#self ship#self ship community#self ship positivity
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a surprise interaction at the local arcade
after an hour we handed off the card to some other kids. the circle of life
#I WAS JUST THERE FOR A COUPLE OF GAMES OF TAIKO IMAGINE MY SURPRISE........#immediately called my dad who drove me and was like 'hey we now have 2 free hours of games?'#would have stayed longer but it was late chores to do. also the card didnt cover taiko LMAO#art#it occurred to me also that he may have thought i was a teenager. oh well LMAO#no longer remember the exact words obviously i just remember being like ?? ARE YOU SURE.........#something to the effect of yea we gotta go now anyways#(kids with him)
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