#ehehehehehe this is so fun /s

[rosegold-lovers]

i'm feeling insecure in this account again 🫠

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[chasthewriter]

Smg3 x an s/o whos just as silly as Mario

Like dumb dumb silly goof ball type

Causing chaos everywhere they go, even when they are oblivious that they caused the chaos

Hope you have fun writing this! 💗

Ooooh, ive been waiting for something like this..ehehehehehe

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Smg3 x a very chaotic and stupid s/o

He doesn’t really remember how it happened, how he fell for you..

Maybe it was the blaring sound of car alarms, maybe is was the way you casually rolled from your burning car which you and beautifully parked in the dead center of a tree. But either way, after the initial shock, he was smitten

Now, he does have experience (i mean the guy IS friends with Mario), so he deals with this stuff on a day to day basis. Though…he ISNT used to it following him home when its late. Like- sure- maybe Mario will bother him in the dead of night, but that’s relatively rare nowadays (Smg4 thank you for keeping that dumbass at bay)

But really- Like- okay- he’ll be streaming, Eggdog happily sleeping next to his feet. And he’ll hear a crash from the cafe area upstairs, and he’ll be like “oh goddammit, what could it be.” So he goes upstairs..

AND HE JUST- FINDS YOU, AND FUCKING EVERYTHING IS JUST ON FIRE.

Confusion.avi

Honestly when your out an about he starts putting a “hazardous.” Sign on you, like a makeshift necklace. He GENUINELY feels like its needed.

At one point, he turned his back and when he looked back, you had somehow gambled all of Marios organs on the dark web….by accident???

You confuse and scare him, but at the same time, he just- finds you super attractive for the very same reasons you scare him.

Just means you’ll help better in his totally evil plans!!

Though all the consequences you bring by breathing makes it just a little bit harder to have nice dates…

He’ll deal with it for you… <3

Yet again, a bit shorter but whatever!! Still getting into the writing swing, ive been sick lately!! Hope you liked it anyway :3

[akiology]

SOULMATES AU W/ AKECHI DHWKBH,LDKH3LCKWHQ,3J

author-chan~ please give me some hc of akechi in soulmates au

or you can post this and have one of ur anons give some cute ideas to send u

>////< pretty plsss

HMMMMMMM i am going to make this as a part of my ramblings series, since this is more of an open discussion or sumn . .therefore theres no structure to this whole post and i apologize </3 but if you want me to make an official headcanons version of this, feel free to send another ask!

NOW FIRST LETS TALK ABOUT HOW THE SOULMATES ARE CONNECTED... i've seen alot of versions of the soulmates trope such as: having a tattoo of the first thing your soulmate says to you, red string trope, seeing colors trope, dreams trope...

personally . . my absolute favorite is the colors one . . . SO I WILL GO WITH THAT FOR MY IDEA

okok but what if. . . WHAT IF . .. the soulmates also passes on to the personas . . . like as i have mentioned before loki has a wife named sigyn.. . . WELL robin hood has a lover named marian so . . . ASDASDASD i am not suggesting s/o to be a wildcard (or to be strictly female, we have characters like brown from p1 having a persona of the opposite gender, and p3 femc having a genderbent orpheus), but im just saying both of akechi's personas technically have a partner so .. . just an interesting thought ehehehehehe

I would like to believe that Goro was a cheerful child, and I feel like he was very excited to see his soulmate. But as life goes on, his view on soulmates altogether soured. Goro has seen how his mother's soulmate treated her, and his scum-of-the-earth father would gladly discard his soulmate just for power, so Goro sees soulmates as a weakness more than anything. He wishes his world to be forever grayscale.

However, as he continues mingling with the leader of the Phantom Thieves, he eventually met everyone else, including you. The first time, it was a speck of color. If he was not paying attention he would have missed it. But he swears he started seeing the color of his coffee for a few seconds, and when he blinked it was gone again. Back to his monochrome world.

And he swears for the first time, he became afraid.

I feel like Goro would put up walls around you, and a door, and some locks, and a gate, and an electric fence. Basically he is just very secretive and evasive when it comes to you. If ever there was a moment where the both of you were left alone, he would quickly shut down any ideas of you starting a conversation. Every time it happens, you were disappointed. Every time he does it, he feels his heart break a little.

When he sees your Persona for the first time... He feels a lot of things. Guilt, anger, sadness... Guilt because you were stuck with him, anger because it felt like the world was making fun of him, and sadness because... he fears he will let you down, or end up like his father sent from hell. Of course, if you gave him a chance, Goro would do his absolutely best. But he feels like his family line is a big jinx, so he decides that for your happiness he will not pursue you.

But you just had to be persistent, huh?

And slowly, the world started becoming colorful. It was like your warmth was seeping through the cracks of his barely-working heart, and he shouldn't want this, but he does. He wants to one day be able to wake up, and the first he sees is your bright smile. He wants to leave work, and you'll stop him on his way out because he forgot his lunch. He wants to go home and hear you greeting him as he puts away his shoes. He wants the late-night talks, the long walks on the park, the cuddle sessions on the couch, the play dates, the jazz dates....

But when has Goro Akechi ever gotten what he wanted?

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

STOP EVERYTHING WDYM SHE USED TO CRUSH ON YANG

OH PLEASE same though if someone disappears I'm planning their funeral

I'M SOBBING I LOVE MY NCTHREE

SEONGHWA SENDING FLOWERS sorry yang i'm team ynsh now

poor yangyang akhdbjfnk

oh ewwwww stalker much?

SUNGHOONNNNNNN

oh my god o h m y g o d

why is he so scared of that's that's very...

oh- oh i'm going to sob team ynyy here we come again

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OH NO YEONJUN I LOVE YOU BUT KEEP YOUR MOUTH S H U T

oh nvm okay collab

i say yangyang names y/n's contacts thing 1 and thing 2

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nah if ncthree were on one team you'd have yangyang and y/n arguing with each other about not doing well and then mark literally acing everything and going ":D" while yn and yangyang just stand there staring at him

DEFEATED MALE LEAVES I'M WHEEZING

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SKEEBALLLLL

YES HE'S LEGALLY ALLOWED TO FLOOR SOMEONE

the unstoppable besties on land but stoppable in the air and ocean

we love a man who is competent and can drive basically anything

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HELP ME NCTHREE'S BEEN A BAD INFLUENCE TO MARK ADKFJN but yes johnny is daddy material

side note the 🥵 is the first thing that came to mind when i read that akbdfn

JIHYUN BEING THE MOM ADHKBJFN

johnny the daddy of nct 🫡

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thanks for making me sob my team ynyy heart has been solidified

MANIFEST IT

he's at the ateez dorms i call it

I KNEW IT

yeonjun istg

...oh my that was-

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okay shaving in your room's a big no-no

the colour combination i-

jeno i- i would be lying if i said i didn't laugh though adkbjfn

OH RIPPPP

"the one they call johnny"

oH

ohohohoh the plot thickens

DEAD LIFTS i literally feel dead after I'm done with them

OH MY GOD XIAO DEJUN

...you've got to be joking delusional fans are the WORST

god forbid jeno stands a bit closer to yn to prevent her from dying

OH WAIT THAT REMINDS ME OF THE SMALL YN'S BROTHERS POSTS AHHHHH

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NOT THE CURSED POKEMON

no but how do people sexualise someone spotting someone else that's so-

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HELP I JUST REALISED HOW ONG THIS GOT I'M SO SORRY ADHFJN

wE ARE BACKKKK

Also girl this is Season 1 content except homegirl got over it pretty quickly I mean you would too if you saw the shit she saw him do

LMFAOOOO

THREE IS THE STRONGEST NUMBER

Your rollercoaster of YNSH and YNYY is so fun to read (YNSH is obv up high while YNYY is down low cuz you know those two are going to hell)

From possible man to nobody's man for real

Funny you should say that

SUNGHOON

Lowk I would be too if I, a vaguely fresh idol, was told to hand a paper to an idol with a load of wack-ass rumors going on about her and everyone she was associated with i'd be hella nervous

WE BACK IN HELLLLL

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Yeonjun will return in S3

We love collab stages!

STOP IT WOULD BE AHAHAHA alternatively Dumb and Dumber

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Normally Mark has the brain cell but when they're together that brain cell gets confiscated so now all three of them are working off of vibes

HE KNEW HE COULDN'T WIN IT WASN'T EVEN WORTH THE SCREEN TIME

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I'm such a BOSS at skeeball ngl like undefeated amongst the cousins

All those years of mario kart led up to this

*insert Eren pointing across the sea gif here*

The Kun-cult is a side plot I'm planning rn

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Doyoung like "I knew I shouldn't have let my son hang out with those ruffians"

ME TOO LMFAO I SHOULD'VE PUT IT MISSED FREAKING OPPORTUNITY

That's MOMMY to you!

Not the job he asked for but the one only he could do

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Oh now we stuck in hell I can't wait to drop the alternate

Jaemin probably fully knew Mars was at the ATEEZ dorm because he may or may not have been in the same situation Jisung was in before

HE MISSED HIS DAD'S SIDE

Ehehehehehe

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and y'all wonder why (Y/N) moved on fast

Bro picked it up, smelled it, and put it on

RENJUN REALLY SOLD HIM OUT LMFAOOOOO

The only people Mars actually cares about is ANiMA let's be honest here he literally manipulated Jisung into letting him out

The plot is very thick

Ngl I can't even lift the bar on it's on

He held his hand up for a high five after that but no one noticed so he just clapped his hands together

Poor YN, fame isn't all she thought it was

*YN getting crushed while benching* *Jeno putting his hands up and walking away to avoid the scandal*

YESSSSS Lowk I've been running through them again to make sure everything's in line before S3 comes out

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WHEN MEG SENT IT I HAD TO ADD IT

people who don't know gym etiquette that's who

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IT'S OKAY I LOVE IT THANK U ROSE

[loveydoveylex]

10 and 11 for the gush game?

(⌒▽⌒)☆ thank you so much for the ask!! hope you're having a good day today!

10: Gush about the source your f/o is from!

oh, boy. RAYMAN. the franchise, that is, heh. these games mean a LOT to me. I'd always known about them, but SOMEHOW never got into them until last year - despite them being right up my alley! I'm SO happy I did, though. platformers my BELOVED. and it's such a unique take on the platformer genre, too! they're my go-to comfort games, especially rayman 3. that's one of my favourite games of ALL TIME... I adore the early 2000's vibe, it's so edgy and everyone is so snarky and rude to eachother and I'm a sucker for that lol. don't know what was up with that back then, but it's (chef's kiss). the first two games are also super fun, even if they're not my favourites! the first game, though... never finished it. listen r1 is the dark souls of platforming LOL. still, though, I love the bright, colorful vibes of that game!

and the ubiart games!!! I like playing those alot when I just need something I can turn my brain off for. speed through a couple of levels. I love how FAST those games are, if that makes sense? you just BLAST through 'em and it's so fun. I ADORE THIS FRANCHISE! 😭

11: Gush about your favorite chapter/book/episode/scene etc. your F/O is in!

MAN, MY FAVOURITE SCENE... THIS IS SO HARD FOR ME TO CHOOSE. I literally love any and every moment with him even if he's just staring at the screen without saying anything LMAO. though I have a very special place in my heart for the r3 advertisements, he's adorable in them ❤

HIS LITTLE "EHEHEHEHEH..." AT THE END OH MY GOSH.

[killemwithkawaii]

HOLY COW 🍡's ASK AND YOUR RESPONSE WAS SO NICE TO WAKE UP TO I COULD CRY.

You know what's crazy? The way you enjoy stuffing (soft and in the realm of realism/comfort for the character that gets fed) lines up with how I enjoy it just about perfectly. The only real difference i see is that I enjoy it sexually! That and I can still enjoy if the character is a lil uncomfy from being so full, but only if its bc they got carried away on the good food themselves, not bc I forced em to. Nothing a nap can't fix! No pain tho. Like I said, it's got to be soft! It's exactly what I'd want for Sal, to make him something delicious that he enjoys so much he might land himself in a food coma. It's just such a nice thought. Sal deserves to get to indulge in a big, delicious meal!!

I also really loved your analysis on the mentality behind the stuffing kink. I think you really hit the mark! It's just the natural desire to feed our loved ones (in this case, fictional loved ones!) blending with something sexual. It's honestly so fascinating.

Thank you 🍡 and Senpai so much for sharing your thoughts! You're so supportive Senpai 😭 I knew I could come to you about this!

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>AGREED SAL HAS EARNED HIMSELF ALL THE HOMECOOKED MEALS HE CAN HANDLE AND IM MORE THAN READY TO MAKE THEM FOR HIM ANY TIME HE WANTS 👏🍳🥞🍝🍰🍴💕

>I'm happy to hear that I hit the mark with my analysis, and that the response was validating for you! 🤗💕 Sex and kink are such interesting and beautiful parts of the human experience, and I love that there's an almost limitless variety of subjects to explore within it. I'm also very happy that you guys are there to talk with me about it! I feel so lucky to have this kind of community and discussion on my blog fr 🥺💖💖💖

>Ehehehehehe I told you! Just because I don't personally have a kink doesn't mean I can't think up fun things for it (its kind of what I do)~ >:3c 💕💦

May I also offer: The little moan of relief after the belt comes undone and that full belly is free to hang out, and the satisfied sighs ur fav makes while they keep raving about how good that meal was (the only problem they have with it is that it spoiled their appetite and now they can't eat another bite!) 😇

[shouldershimmycity]

Scare War (Rooster x Reader)

Just a little something I thought of today. Hope y'all enjoy.

*****

Walking down the small, relatively quiet hall of the carrier, you hummed to yourself. The only sound besides your footsteps and humming were the sounds of the ship itself running. The lights were still bright in the passage, but the majority of the ship was asleep. 2:57, your watch read when you glanced down at it. Not having to report for anything super early tomorrow was a blessi–

“AAH!” Rooster screamed, jumping out from the corner at you and you screamed like a little girl.

“BRADSHAW YOU ASSHOLE!” you screeched, slapping the taller man’s arm. He looked like he was about to cry from laughter. (A/N: You can’t tell me he doesn’t laugh like Goose when he finds something really funny).

“He– Hey, shhhh, people are sleeping, don’t, ahahahaha, don’t scream at me, ehehehehehe,” he wheezed, wiping the tears from his eyes. You glared at him as he turned to go back around the corner towards his bunk, still giggling to himself. Little did you know this wasn’t a one time thing.

*****

You arrived at Maverick's hangar, dropping the cases of beer you brought for the little get together on the table. Everyone was greeting you and the alcohol with whoops and “hey!”s Removing your sunglasses, you went to strike up a conversation with Maverick, who had a funny look. Before you could ask, he struck again.

“RAHH!” From behind you Rooster threw his hands on either side of your face like horse blinders and you, again, shrieked. Maverick doubled over in laughter, as did several of your colleagues. You slowly rotated to scowl at the aviator behind you, who simply smiled at you.

“Hi,” he said casually.

“Bradshaw,” you growled, and walked away to grab a beer. Thank goodness you brought enough. 

*****

Sitting down at the bar, you were ready for a nice, relaxing evening with your friends and colleagues. Waiting for everyone to arrive, you ordered a beer from Penny. When she moved to bring it to you, her eyes moved down to the space behind the bar right in front of you for a split second. You realized what was happening just a microsecond too late.

“BAHH!” Bradley shot up right in front of your face and you fell off the stool.

“AHH! BRADSHAW!” you shouted. The string of curses that left your mouth made both Bradley and Penny blush.

*****

At this point you should have seen it coming, you were too comfortable. Bradshaw hadn’t struck in a while and you had almost forgotten all about it. It was early in the morning and you were reporting for instruction with the rest of the squadron, the admirals having yet to arrive. Yawning, you pushed through the doors that led into the briefing room. 

“BWAAAHHHH!!” came the shouts, and you almost smacked Maverick in the face by accident. Your glower could have killed the Captain if looks could kill, and you were stuck between angry and actually amused.

“Not you too,” you sighed, and turned on your heel to shoot Bradshaw an irritated look. You weren’t too fond of feeling like a target, so you were going to do something about it. 

*****

Bradley hadn’t seen you around for the next couple days. He missed scaring the crap out of you. To his knowledge, you were a good sport and it didn’t actually bother you. But he began to feel bad when he was summoned up to Cyclone’s office, and when he heard it was about a Human Resources complaint he began to feel god awful. It was only a bit of fun. Clearly you didn’t think so if it was enough for ground control to pull him down in the middle of an exercise because of the complaint.

He stood in front of the door to Cyclone’s office, already formulating an apology to you in his head. It was uncalled for and Rooster regretted every time he jumped out from behind a corner or behind you. Rooster swallowed dryly before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” the Vice Admiral demanded, and Bradley opened the door, stepping inside the office. 

“Bradshaw, close the door behind you,” Cyclone said evenly and Rooster did as he was told.

“RAHHHH!” you screamed at the top of your lungs and Rooster fell onto his ass. Bradley hadn’t even seen you standing behind the door when he had come in, and you had snuck up behind him while he was shitting his pants. He stared at you in utter surprise while you were making noises that sounded like a bird dying. 

Bradley stood up, still in shock, and looked over at Cyclone, who had a small smirk on his face. 

“That will be all Bradshaw,” he dismissed him, the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. You put a good natured hand on Roosters shoulder, still giggling and led him out of the office. 

When you two were down the hall, Bradley just gaped at you and you smiled back. Starting to giggle again, he joined you, and the both of you eventually began howling with laughter until you were leaning against the wall for support and Bradley had to sit down. 

The navy issued a “scare truce” to your squadron, after the two of you got so bad there actually was a complaint that was put forward. Oops.

[mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake]

How spy would react to you getting flustered when he carries you bridal style.

I recently have been in a support class writing mood so ye. By the way, just search up for bridal style carrying if you don't know (/ω＼)

Spy

You twisted your ankle. It hurt a lot. But luckily spy was near you so Spy able to came to help you.

He checked you ankle and touched it gently to see. Ow... Oh sorry! So you twisted your ankle? Yeah...pretty badly I can't get up...

Spy then came up with an idea...

Excuse me for a moment, hold still okay? okay...?

*swoop* *picks you up bridal style* In a moment of a blink you were up in spy's arms. You ok? He looked deep into your eyes. *floof* You turned bright red.

Your faces were so close!!! W-WHat! I will have to carry you to medic ok? since you cannot walk. !?!?!?!? Now you were flustered red as a tomato.

Spy enjoyed your reaction very much. (god s/o is so cute...) You ready? wh-

He then ran around the halls towards medbay. S-Spy put me down!! Non, your ankle is hurt, and I will not allow you to hurt it more. Bang! That went straight through your heart!

He then decided to speed up. Woah! You then gripped onto his suit tight and closed your eyes shut. Spy almost melted from the sight. You're gentle hands tightly gripping onto him while blushing was just so god damn cute.

He really tried to keep his cool but there was a small smirk on spy's face. Maybe even a bit of blushing... but thankfully his mask can cover that...for now...

He then decided to tease you just a bit~ He just couldn't get enough of the reaction.

S/o not only you have a twisted ankle but you have fever now? What!? N-No I don't! It's nothing...

Now spy had a full smirk...this man honestly...

He then soon arrived at med bay and was in front of the door. *swoop* *puts you gently* We have arrived. Are you ok from here? Y-yes. ok. You get taken care by medic ok? I have to go. He then walked away in the opposite direction.

You then grabbed the tip of his sleeve. Um, wait! !!! He then looked back and saw you covering your blush. Um I-I just wanna say thank you for um bringing me here...thank you. You then gave him a gentle smile.

BANG BANG BANG God his heart. Your smile, words, and kindness just went straight through his. um, It was nothing. I just did what I had to do.

Spy then cloaked in flash and was gone.

He was covering his flustered face and was running to his room, (God calm down you fool!! Calm down.....I hope s/o didn't see my face)

You were standing there blankly and smiled. That wasn't so bad then I thought...

After that day you always wondered one thing. You were sure you felt spy's heart beating fast when he was carrying you...Was it because of running...or was it because....of a different reason...? Or was it perhaps mine? This is a question that will never be answered for now...

I hope you enjoyed reading this!!!!!! This was so much fun writing ehehehehehe. Fancy french mannnnnn lol

[intheticklecloset]

The Other Kind of Raspberries (Big Windup!)

Summary: See above.

A/N: Abe getting raspberries is my new favorite thing. I loved writing this so much! <3

Word Count: 1,257

@veryblushyswitch

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“Dude, haven’t you ever had a raspberry before?” Abe grumbled, startling Mihashi out of his distraction.

The pitcher turned to his catcher and frowned, confused. He blinked. He tried to connect the dots.

He couldn’t.

“Y-Yes, of course I have,” he replied at last, still frowning.

Abe grunted. “Then why are you staring at them like it’s the first time you’re seeing one?”

Mihashi glanced back over to where Izumi and Tajima were messing around with each other, wrestling and taking turns making loud noises followed by eruptions of laughter and flailing. He looked back to Abe. “Because I d-don’t know what they’re doing,” he managed. “I’ve never s-seen it before.”

“You just said you’ve had raspberries.”

“I…I have,” Mihashi said, grabbing at his uniform nervously. “They’re good. I like them.”

Abe watched his friend’s confused expression, glanced out at their teammates messing around, and narrowed his eyes. “Mihashi…are you talking about raspberries as in the fruit?”

Mihashi stared at him. “Y-Yes?”

“Oh my god.” Abe ran a hand through his hair in exasperation, but he couldn’t help a tiny smile. “I meant the other kind of raspberries. The ones they’re giving each other out there.”

The pitcher looked back at their teammates, watching them for several long moments. “T-Those are raspberries?”

Abe rolled his eyes. “Yeah. It’s when you…ah, forget that crap. Can I just show you? It’s a tickling thing. You like being tickled, right?”

Mihashi froze, eyes wide, but eventually nodded. “O-Okay…”

The catcher gestured at the bench beside him, sliding off of it to kneel while telling Mihashi to “lay down for a second.” Once his friend had cautiously obeyed his instruction, Abe leaned over his stomach, took a big breath, and blew as hard as he could.

He was stunned when Mihashi did little more than flinch and giggle. Abe’s head snapped up to look at him. “Did that tickle at all?”

“A…a little…” Mihashi said, clenching and unclenching his fists now. “Not a lot.”

“Seriously?” Abe tried it again but got the same results. He could feel a blush creeping up his neck, embarrassment from failing at something so simple beginning to take hold of him. Frustrated – not thinking clearly – he yanked at Mihashi’s uniform shirt until it was untucked, shoved it out of the way, and delivered a third raspberry directly to his skin.

This time Mihashi shrieked and burst into louder giggles, hands flying down to shove at him instinctively.

Abe couldn’t help but laugh, too, smiling in triumph. He watched Mihashi’s face as it lit up with confused excitement at experiencing something new. “Did that tickle?”

“Y-Yes!” Mihashi nodded, drawing his hands away. “That’s called a…a raspberry?”

“Yeah, and not the fruit.” Abe gave him another one, holding firm when his pitcher laughed and pushed at him again, using his fingers to scribble over his belly once he’d pulled away once more. “Fun, huh?”

“Ehehehehehe! Yehehehehehes!” Mihashi held his clenched fists up by his shoulders, squirming on the bench but making no move to stop Abe again until he blew another raspberry – then another and another and another.

Abe didn’t even realize what he was doing. He was so caught up in the excitement of the moment that he didn’t think twice about how silly he was being or how he’d gone from being irritated to having a blast tickling Mihashi with this new method that his friend seemed to really enjoy.

Then Mihashi giggled out, “C-Cahahahahahan I try ohohohohone?”

Abe slowed to a stop, frowning, confused. But it only took him a second to realize what the pitcher meant. Before he could answer, Mihashi had bolted upright, eyes wide.

“I-I mean! If you’re okay with it – I d-don’t want you to h-hate it, I just – I like them and thought maybe you would, too? B-B-But—!”

“Mihashi,” Abe said, waiting for the pitcher to make eye contact. “You can try one on me. It’s fine.”

“I can?” Mihashi sounded so hopeful that any hesitation Abe felt about the idea fled him in an instant. Seriously, if the kid wanted to turn the tables so bad, how could he say no?

“Yeah. Here.” Abe got to his feet, brushing off his pants while untucking his shirt. “Let’s trade places.” He was speaking casually, but inside he was nervous. He hadn’t had a raspberry in a long, long time. Not since he was a toddler, at most. He didn’t even remember what they felt like – only that they were supposed to tickle really bad. Still, he lay down on the bench and put his arms behind his head, nodding at Mihashi, who looked just as nervous but even more excited. “Well, go on, then.”

Seconds later a loud scream of laughter ripped from him, startling the both of them as Mihashi blew a surprisingly good raspberry into his belly, sending ticklish shockwaves through his body that he hadn’t felt in years. Abe didn’t even giggle like Mihashi had – he was immediately sent into full-blown hysterics, hands flying down from where he’d tucked them behind his head to shove the pitcher away.

Then he realized what he was doing and put his hands back up. “N-No! I mehehehehean—! It’s okay, it’s okay!” He could feel Mihashi staring at him. In this particular moment, it was enough to make him cover up his face as another blush blossomed on his cheeks. “It’s okay, really. I’m fine.”

“A-Are you sure?” Mihashi stammered.

“Of course!” Abe snapped, so flustered he wasn’t thinking yet again when he added, “Do it again!”

Do it again?! But he couldn’t take the words back now. Abe tensed, waiting for the pitcher to follow through with his command. Seconds later another raspberry made him screech into his palms before fisting them into his hair to keep himself from punching Mihashi, laughing harder than he had in a long while. Jeez, even having his hips and lower belly didn’t tickle this bad—

As if reading his thoughts, Mihashi’s next raspberry was placed lower on his stomach toward his waistline, and the catcher surprised both of them yet again when he dissolved into silent laughter, barely able to bring his arms back down and tap the bench as a sign of submission, legs drumming against the seat.

Mihashi sat back quickly, releasing him from his ticklish torture, watching as his friend caught his breath. Abe heaved in the first one, coughed, and put an arm over his eyes to hide the mirthful tears that had sprung up and threatened to spill. He expected the pitcher to start babbling apologies that he’d have to combat with endless reassurance, but – adding to the surprises for the day – Mihashi simply observed, “Wow…you’re super ticklish, aren’t you, Abe?”

Abe felt heat flood his face so intensely that he groaned. “Y-You…agh, just…!” He wanted to say ‘shut up’ but knew that if he did, Mihashi would likely need years of therapy before he’d feel comfortable enough to tickle him again, so instead he settled for, “Way to state the obvious, Ren!”

As expected, the use of his first name got the pitcher to go quiet long enough for Abe to regain his composure and subtly wipe away the tears that had formed. When he felt good enough to uncover his eyes and look at his friend, the two of them locked gazes for a long moment, having an entire conversation without words.

A conversation that was exceedingly and surprisingly simple.

They both smiled – Mihashi with flustered happiness, Abe with embarrassed honesty.

That was fun.

[cobaltusami]

Tropical Vacation pt. 5

Hey hi hello! I'm back at it again with another chapter! I'm scheduling this one to post so I don't forget. I really really liked this one, I put two of my favorite ships In here because of course I did. Kuzuhina and Komanami honestly make my gay heart happy. <3

Characters In this part: Lee!Hajime, Ler!Fuyuhiko, Chiaki, Nagito, Chihiro

Word count: 2,177

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After the sun went down, Chihiro found that they couldn’t sleep, so they decided to sneak out of their room to go get something to drink. They took a detour down the stairs after they heard some soft murmuring coming from the lobby.

Upon investigating they found Chiaki playing video games while Nagito watched, chatting to her all the while. As they stepped closer to see what the game was, the floorboards creaked, Nagito and Chiaki’s attention snapped over to The Programmer who blushed in embarrassment for having interrupted them.

“I-I’m sorry! I was just on my way to get something to drink and… I was just curious what you were playing.” they sheepishly explained, looking down at the floor.

Chiaki smiled. “It’s okay,” she said softly, glancing back at the arcade machine. “I’m not sure what the game Is called, The letters are too faded for me to make out. You can come look If you want.”

“Ah! N-No I’ve distracted you enough, I don’t want to be In your way or anything.”

“Really, It’s okay.” She reassured them. “Come join us, Nagito doesn’t bite. If he says something that weirds you out, I’ll handle him.”

Nagito glanced at her nervously before looking at Chihiro. “Chiaki doesn’t bite either… She just tickles.” He smiled in exasperation.

Chihiro hesitated for a moment longer before approaching the two sitting on the bench.

It was a custom bench that Kazuichi made for her and Nagito. He made it after constantly seeing Chiaki sitting playing the game while Nagito either stood next to her or sat on the edge of the machine out of her way and watched. The two had become nearly inseparable over the last month, No one understood why. Chiaki never gave a straight answer when asked, always coming up with a joking answer to their question.

She scooted over, her leg pressing up against Nagito’s as she patted the seat next to her. He put his arm behind her back, his hand resting against the edge of the bench on the other side of her.

Chihiro sat down, studying the machine curiously. “What Is it like?”

“There’s a couple of games programmed into it, But this one is like Pac-man, with Monokuma’s head instead of Pacman. And the ghosts are different colored Usami’s.” Chiaki explained, hitting the start button on it.

The blue lights lit up the dim room and soft 8 bit sounds filled the quiet space, Chihiro smiled as they watched the game enthusiastically. It’s been so long since they’ve seen a video game.

After a few minutes Chiaki paused and turned to Chihiro. “Do you want to play?”

“Wh-What? No, I couldn’t. You’re playing, I don’t want to take over.”

“It’s no problem, It might be nice to watch someone else play for once.” she smiled, to get out of Chihiro’s way, she crawled up into Nagito’s lap, startling him. Apparently he had been zoning out.

“Are you sure…?”

“Mhm. Just hit that button to start.” She replied, pointing to the bright blue button.

Chihiro scooted over so that they were directly in front of the screen now, and hit the button to start. Instantly they were flooded with nostalgia as they remembered all those times they went to the arcade with friends.

They were pretty decent at the game too, once they figured out the A.I’s algorithm they were even able to get a high score.

“Wow, You beat one of my scores.” Chiaki remarked, surprised. Albeit pleasantly so.

“Ah! I-I’m sorry! You probably spent really long trying to fill up the leaderboard!”

“No, No, you’re okay. Really. It’s only a couple of numbers.” She reassured with a gentle smile. “I’m just glad you’re having fun… You really do apologize a lot, Don’t you?”

“I-I’m sorry.” Chihiro blushed. “W-Wait, No. I just… I guess I do apologize a lot… I’m sorr--”

Chiaki poked their side, causing them to squeak and stop mid apology. “That’s exactly my point. You don’t have to apologize so much… You’re okay.”

“Still, It’s impressive how quickly you were able to catch on to the A.I’s patterns and use It against It.” Nagito commented with a smile. “I guess that’s why you’re the Ultimate Programmer! You’re able to spot those things pretty easily I would imagine.”

Chihiro smiled sheepishly at the praise. “Yeah, I’m used to analyzing any kind of coding I can find. I like to deconstruct the coding and see how It works.”

“Kind of like Kazuichi when he finds something well built.” Chiaki replied, nodding In understanding.

“I’m glad there’s someone else here that understands these video games and how they work, I’m pretty useless when It comes to them.”

Chiaki narrowed her eyes as she turned to look at Nagito. “You aren’t useless.”

“Ah! Nonono- I didn’t mean It like that! I just meant I’m not good at games!” He quickly put his hands up in defense.

“I’ve got my eyes on you…” Chiaki mumbled, slowly looking away from him.

Chihiro giggled at the two, blushing and squeaking when they realized that they had giggled out loud and Chiaki and Nagito were now looking at them. “I-I’m sorry! I just-- eep!”

They yelped as Chiaki squeezed their side. “Stop apologizing, I mean It. If you apologize one more time, I’ll give you the same treatment I give him when he talks badly about himself.” She warned playfully.

“O-Okay, S-Sor…” They stopped themselves.

Chiaki climbed out of Nagito’s lap as he went to stand up and stretch. “Hey, You wanna try a multiplayer game?” She asked, Chihiro nodded eagerly and the two began to play a new game.

Nagito curled up on the couch, watching his girlfriend happily playing with her new friend. He smiled to himself as he whispered. “It’s moments like these that give me the most hope, watching you be happy Is the best hope of all.”

“Huh? Did you hear something?” Chihiro asked.

Chiaki shrugged. “Must’ve been the game…” though she glanced over her shoulder at Nagito and smiled at him, seemingly she heard him.

Later on In the night Fuyuhiko jolted awake as he heard his doorbell ring, that uneasy feeling was returning to him as he slowly approached the door. Upon checking his e-handbook he discovered It was two In the morning. He jumped when whoever was at his door knocked.

“You’re a yakuza for fucks sake.” He muttered to himself. “Stop being such a little bitch.”

He swung the door open quickly, immediately relaxing upon seeing It was just Hajime. “Oh… It’s just you…” He sighed softly, stepping aside to let him in.

“Sorry Hiko, I know It’s really late… But I couldn’t get to sleep.” Hajime apologized as he came Inside and shut and locked the door behind him.

“Yeah, I can’t really sleep either. I just dozed off for a couple of minutes.” He replied, setting down on the foot of his bed.

Hajime came over and sat down next to him. “You still worried about the students too?” He asked quietly, Fuyuhiko nodded silently.

Hajime smiled a little, putting his hand on top of his. “Yeah me too.” He said. “But for what it’s worth, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Hiko blushed, though he would vehemently deny such a thing. “H-Hey, I’m not a damn kid! I don’t need to be protected!”

The depressed student put his arm around the Yakuza’s shoulders and pulled him into his side in an affectionate half hug. “Fuyu, There Is nothing you can do that’ll convince me not to protect you.”

Fuyuhiko smirked slyly as he rested his head on the taller man’s shoulder. “Nothing, huh?”

“Nope, Sorry.”

Hajime closed his eyes, finally feeling himself relax a bit now that he was with Hiko. He'd had some horrible dreams of Fuyuhiko getting hurt or… worse.

However as usual, his relaxed state didn’t last long before It was ruined. The feeling of fingers ghosting against his sides under his shirt made him jolt back to reality with a string of tired giggles. “Hehehehiko Ehehehehehe… w-what ahahare you doing?”

“What’s It look like, Dumbass? I’m tickling you.” He retorted, amused.

Hajime continued to giggle as he squirmed, gently pushing at the Yakuza. “I cahahahan seehehehehe that, but whyhyhy?”

Fuyuhiko began to tickle Hajime’s belly, causing his giggling to quickly turn into laughter. “I’m showing you I can protect myself.”

“Byhyhyhy tickling mehehehe?! Ahahahaha!” He laughed, doubling over to try to block his stomach.

“If I can take you down, Imagine what I could do to someone else.” He grinned cheekily, tweaking his hips.

“GAHA! Ahahahahahahaha! Thahahahahat doesn’t prohohove anything! Ihihihi’m eheheheasy to tahahake down!” Hajime complained, falling backwards on the bed.

Fuyu was quick to settle himself on the brunette’s hips, his fingers nimbly dancing all across his sides. “Then how are you gonna protect me?? You should just let me protect you.”

“FUHUHUHUYU! NAHAHAT THE SIHIHIHIDES!” He yelped as he switched tactics to squeeze at the sensitive spot. “AHAHAHAHAHAA! STAHAHAAP!”

“Then stop all that crap about protecting me,” Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes.

“NOHOHOHO!”

Well, mistakes were made.

“No?? No!?” Hiko repeated as he leaned down, blowing a raspberry against his side. “What do you mean, No!?”

Hajime screamed, his laughter going up an octave as he arched his back from the sensation. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THAHAHAAT! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“I’m a Yakuza, I can protect my damn self!” He reminded him with another raspberry to his side. “Just cut that crap out, It bothers me.”

“WHYHYHYHYHY DOES IT BOHOHOHOTHER YOU??”

“Because when you say that It makes me think that--” Fuyuhiko stopped, his fingers resting on Hajime’s side as he suddenly grew silent.

Hajime giggled tiredly as he recovered from the tickle attack, he looked up at Hiko with a questioning look. “I-It makes you think what?”

He shook his head slightly, looking away from the taller man’s gaze.

The trapped Ultimate reached his hands up, gently cupping the Yakuza’s face as he turned his face back to look at him. “What does It make you think?” he repeated softly.

“It makes me think that something Is going to happen… to you…” He said quietly, reaching his hands up to rest against his.

Hajime frowned as Fuyu pulled out of his gentle hold and got off of him, opting to sit next to him instead. “Hiko, nothing Is gonna happen.”

“Then why would you say that?” The blond asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Because… I had horrible nightmares about something happening to you, and It makes me feel better to say that. It makes me feel like I have some kind of control over this.” He explained, sitting up.

Fuyuhiko’s face softened as he looked Into Hajime’s eyes. “Is that why you came over…?”

“Yeah.” He sighed, pulling him into his lap. “I had to see with my own eyes that you were okay.”

Hiko frowned as he wrapped his arms around Hajime, resting his head against his chest. “I couldn’t sleep because I was scared as soon as I did I would be woken up to the body discovery announcement…”

Hajime pecked a kiss to the top of his head, silent. He wasn’t sure how to make this situation better for either of them, the fact of the matter is that they’re never safe. Monokuma is always throwing out motives to try to tempt the students into killing, and there’s always that fear in the back of his mind that someone might fall for it one day.

“Hajime? Can you…” He trailed off, stopping his train of thought.

“What?”

“N-Nothing. Nevermind.”

“Hiko…? What Is It?”

“Forget I said anything.”

Hajime frowned, reaching his hand up the Yakuza’s sleeping shirt and brushing his fingers against his side. “Tell me, Or I’ll tickle you.” He gave an ultimatum.

Fuyu flinched at the gentle touch, his body shivering. “Fucking hell,” He muttered under his breath. “F-Fine! I was going to ask you If you’d stay with me tonight.”

Fuyuhiko blushed bright pink as he buried his face in Hajime’s chest without waiting for a response.

“Fuyu…”

“That’s why I told you to forget I said anything. Because It’s stupid.” He mumbled.

Hajime smiled warmly as he soothingly ran his fingers up and down the smaller man’s back. “It’s not stupid.” He said softly. “Yeah, I’ll stay the night with you.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to…”

“Hey, Look at me.” Hajime gently pulled the blond back to look in his eyes. “There’s no place I’d rather be than with you. Besides, I might actually get some sleep If I know you’re safe.”

Fuyuhiko blushed even more as he smiled. “Yeah, Me too.”

Hajime leaned in and planted a soft kiss to his forehead, stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. “You’re so cute, especially when you smile.” he teased lightly.

The blond narrowed his eyes as his neck turned pink from embarrassment.

“Hiko? H-Hey… Wait! DOHOHON’T! AHAHAHAHA!”

Welp, It was worth It to harass his boyfriend. At least Hajime didn’t mind being tickled, At least not by Fuyuhiko.

[that-one-fluffy-anon]

I have caved

Okay okay okay

So i made a sona for @kiokodoodles  and @vrnicky​  ‘s actor au

Sorry for tags, feel free to ignore :)

Soo uh

Here’s Jen! (this is a random name that i thought of-)

T-shirt text because it’s blurry: Peace & Love & Purple Rain Info under the cut!

She’s an online singer/dancer/rambler/actor! She pretty much just does ✨theater ✨ 

They’re bi/ace, she/they pronouns :D 

She’s REALLY into Prince music, she does a lot of choreography to them. 

They edit their own videos- but it can be very, very hard-

They don’t usually sing too often- just for fun

Aand since I’m a shameful self-shipper she met Paps at an audition for a movie and thennn Jen never forgot about him- ehehehehehe

She’s really anxious in public- but when recording? She’s the most extroverted person ever. (Should mention they’re kiinda scared of people-)

She’s actually pretty famous online! So they do kinda fall into the “celebrity” category-

More to come! :)

Thank you for making it this far- i started rambling, sorry-

Have a good day!

[ajaxdishsoap]

HII NIKO <3 I hope u dont mind the bomb im gonna drop on u (/lh + hj)

Ares, Hermes, Euterpe for Nayuta aaand Hera and Thalia for your polycule w/ Reiji + Ranmaru !

ehehehehehe /pos this is gonna be so much fun

nayuta

ares: are you ever protective of your f/o? are they ever protective of you? YES 100% I AM VERY PROTECTIVE OF HIM (ash can confirm i'm super protective of everyone i care about) i would throw hands for nayu in a heartbeat, though mostly my protectiveness takes the form of reminding him to take breaks and stopping him from over-working himself he's not quite as protective of me because he knows i can handle myself really well, but oh boy if i'm in a situation he knows is triggering for me (around certain people mostly) he Can and Will defend me when i can't defend myself

hermes: was it love at first sight? slow burn with lots of pining? how fast did your relationship progress? slow burn with lots of pining AKSHDKSJDHF mostly oblivious pining, we're both terrible with emotions so literally everyone around us noticed before we did, and the relationship progressed really slowly because we both tend to be closed off for a while until someone earns our trust

euterpe: what song(s) suit your ship best? any particular lyrics that fit well? the main two songs that always come to mind are without me by gyroaxia and love like you from steven universe "without you, without you, i am nothing. just letting you know that you are not alone" is an especially fitting line from without me, and "if i could begin to be half of what you think of me i could do about anything, i could even learn how to love like you" is a really fitting one from love like you

whispers in the dark (reiji and ranmaru)

hera: how did you first start your romantic relationship with your f/o(s)? how did the way you feel about each other evolve to get to that point? surprise surprise (/s) i haven't actually thought much about this for any of my f/os. i just kinda vibe thinking they're pretty and then at some point go "fuck yeah that's my partner- wait What." KSJDHFKSJDHF- i don't really have a good answer for ya bestie sorry</3

thalia: discuss any fluff ideas you have for your ship. what kind of affectionate or sweet scenarios do you like best for this ship? OKAY SO we're all musicians so one of my favourite scenarios is late night jam sessions when they're both home from work, reiji coming up with fun vocal melodies while ran-ran and i play our respective instruments and sometimes throw in a harmony here and there, it's so soft and i love thinking about it another one i like to think about is cooking together, three people in a kitchen can get a bit annoying but it's really fun to cook dinner together and swap around who gets what job every night

send me a mythology ask!

[creepychippy]

Luigi's Mansion 3 - Tickling Drabbles (Part 7)

Luigi/Soulfflé: Kneading Dough  With the last panicking Goob being sucked up, the timid Ghosthunter was eventually able to defeat the sudden ambush of ghosts that was caused by the loud shattering noise of a bottle he oh so clumsily bumbed into, leading it to drop on the floor.  Since that problem has been finally taken care of, Luigi could now focus his attention back to his destination that he has set his eyes onto in the first place: the kitchen.  Speaking of which, a massive blanket of dark and acrid reeking smoke was relentlessly spewing out of the gaps through the doors without seemingly no end. Sighing to himself, the anxious plumber pressed his gloved hand onto the flexible wall, opening it with a swift gesture and removing the barrier between him and what ever laid behind it. Entering the cooking area, Luigi had to adjust his eyes for a few seconds by blinking rapidly, due to the dense fumes irrittating them. The green plumber also took a moment to get his breathing used to the thick air, albeit with some difficulties, earning him a few abrupt coughs. The sharp ringing of clinking pots and other various kitchen appliances throughout the room indicated another presence sharing the space with the frightened ghosthunter, however the murky smog keeping the mysterious individual well hidden behind its veil.  How in the world is anybody supposed to work in such an environment, let alone see?  An idea sprung into Luigi's head, letting his hand guide towards the nozzle of his trusty vacuum cleaner. While the contraption was modified for more... 'peculiar' tasks, it should still be capable of executing its original function. Wasting no time, the nervous plumber got to work, turning the Poltergust on - only to be promptly let down, the smoke turning out to be much more tremendous than expected. Not feeling defeated yet, a second plan materialized in Luigi's mind.  If one Poltergust wasn't enough, why not try adding another one on top of it? Tapping on the glass container that kept the viscous clone of himself safe and contained from any outside harm, he notified his partner to come out and assist him. As requested, Gooigi immediately copied Luigi's actions, the idea turning out to be a success and at last removing the persistent obstacle, ultimately revealing the concealed presence. Just as the anxious plumber thought.  A ghost.  What else was he honestly expecting at this point?  Said spectra was currently preparing some kind of dish that involved roasting a fish in a pan by holding it over the fire of a stove, and so far hasn't noticed the two invaders in his working space - well, that was until the ghostly Chef Cook briefly glanced up. The unexpected guests caused the spirit to be caught off-guard, taking his attention away from his dish that was being slowly pulled towards the ground by gravity. An audible 'plop' followed by a quick glimpse towards the floor and a booming "SACRÉ BLEU!" tore the built up tension at once and startled the plumber while also making him flinch.  "Great, now ze dish is ruined! I swear, I will make monsieur pay for zat!"  Luigi took the advancing of the upset spectra and him swinging his pan threatingly over his head as a sign to get moving, snapping him out of his shocked state. Even with heavy machinery strapped to his back, the terrified ghosthunter still somehow had the ability to barely dodge the oncoming array of continuous attacks that the ghostly Chef Cook was trying to hit him with, but it gradually began to tire him out in the process. As misfortune would have it, the furious spectra eventually landed a forceful strike square across Luigi's head, the impact making the latter blank out and fall onto the solid ground.  After a while, the dazzled plumber steadily returned to his senses and attempted to prop himself up, only to be met with some kind of restriction against his arms, basically incapacitating them. The unknown force in question turned out to be a simple rope tied around his wrists, maintining his appendages above his head and refraining them from moving to much. Scanning his surroundings, Luigi registered that he has been sprawled onto a plain table with a certain spectra looming over him - oh no.  "Well, I said I would make you pay, didn't I? Have you ever heard zat 'Revenge is sweet'?"  Hearing the Chef Cook utter those words out of his mouth with a hint of playfulness, the panicking plumber frantically tugged at his bonds - only to suddenly emit a sharp inhale of air, as two pair of hands found their way onto his stomach and swiftly began to knead it without warning.  "Hahahahahah M-Mahahahahamahahaha-hehehehe-hahaha Mihihihihahahahaha-"  "Aww, look at you, already red as a tomato, and to zhink I haven't even fully started yet.~"  "Pfff-ahahahaha-hehehehehe-hahahahahahaha! S-s-stohohohohohoho-hahahahahahaha-hohohohohohop!" Struggling to keep the bubbling laughter that was building inside of his belly, Luigi let out a varierty of noises ranging from giggling and squeaking to even snorting.  "Whahahahahahahahahahahahaha, p-pleheheheheheh-hahahahaha-hehehehesehehehehe-ahahahahaha s-s-stohohohohohohahahahahap!!"  Concentrating on the hand that was working on his side, the chortling ghosthunter failed to notice the other one that had krept up at the straps of his jumpsuit, unbuttoning them with a swift motion and pulling them down to reveal his chubby tummy. Only after the mischievous spectra removed the shoes of the cackling plumber with his ghostly tail as well, Luigi grasped what was happening to him, changing his blushing face in a much more deeper tint of red.  "Wha-ahahahahahahahihihihihihit-ahahahahahaha, n-n-nohohohohohohohohohohohahahahahahahah!!!"  " 'Orange' you glad zhat we are about to have a lot of fun?~"  "D-dohohohohohoh-hahahahahahahaha-hohohohohohohon't-ahahahahahahahahaha!!!" Giving the flustered plumber no chance to prepare himself, the Chef Cook lazily dragged his spectral appendage against the wriggling soles that were still adorned by the red-white striped socks, setting off now a new set of higher pitched chuckling and wheezing.  "WHFHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAH-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA D-DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA-HEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAN'T!!!!"  "Oh my, you're really going 'nuts', aren't you?~"  "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"  At this point, the trembling ghosthunter couldn't tell which was worse: The devilish hands scribbling as well as kneading all over his pudgy tummy and on top of that a tail being brushed over his soles while additionally it being poked under his toes occasionally or the terrible food puns that the Chef Cook seems to whip out of nowhere.  "PLEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHASEHEHEHEHEHE, NOHOHOHOHHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHA MOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHA-"  "Stopping? Excusez-moi, monsieur, but zhat is completely off the 'menu'.~... Although, you seem to be kind off getting red zhere... Ah well, must be because you're enjoying yourself zhat much, which means it would be really rude of me to just suddenly stop.~ After all, you wouldn't just laugh without a reason, no?"  "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!" With each passing second, it became more and more of a challenge for Luigi to get any coherrent sentences out of his mouth, the huge intake of air making him progressively lightheaded, his thunderous laughter being reduced to only whimpering wheezing. Besides that, the squirming plumber pretty much gave up on trashing his sensitive body around, his vessel weakly lying against the wodden table and being at the mercy of his attacker. "Ah, 'thyme' 'fries' when you're having fun, doesn't it? Zhis calls for a grand finale zhat will leave you 's-peach-less'.~"  Ceasing the assault, the poor plumber was finally allowed to recover for a moment.  The relief was only short-lived, however, considering Luigi made a dreading realization as to how the spectra positioned himself - way too near to his ticklish stomach.  "Can you guess what my favourite fruit is?"  Oh no, anything but this. "P-p-plehehehehahahasehe-hahaha, n-n-nohohohoho-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"  Planting raspberry after raspberry onto the tender plumber's belly, Luigi burst out with instantanious shrieking, tears now freely rolling down his deep crimson-hued face and his back wildly arching.  "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHA-AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAHAHAA!!!!!!"  "Seems like I've hit a sweet spot, didn't I?"  "WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAH-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHE-HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"  What truly made the ticklish agony worse was the fact that the spectral Cook's moustache kept brushing against the trembling plumber's stomach everytime another raspberry was planted onto him. "MAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAMAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA MIHIHIHIHI-AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAHAHHA-AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!" "I didn't even zthink it was possible to achieve a shade of red this deep and intense.~"  "AHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHA EHEHEHEHEHE-AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAHHHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!" If this keeps up forever, Luigi swears that this is the time he is literally going to die if nobody helps him - wait.  "Whoops - seems like I overdid it."  In front of the ghostly Cook was now laying an unconscious and twitching ghosthunter, the occasional giggle still slipping out of his mouth.  "How unfortuna- WHA-?! HEY!"  In the heat of the moment both individuals have completely forgotten about the jelly-like doppelganger that was standing in the room the whole time, patiently waiting for any commands of his dear friend. Currently, he holding the nozzle of his duplicate Poltergust, flashing the disoriented spectra with bright and piercing light. "I see how it is zhen." The Chef Cook in turn picked up his pan again, swinging it over his head.  "Have at it!"

[secretariatess]

Rules: Answer 20 questions, then tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better.

I was tagged by: @sassyandclassy94    ^_^

1. Name: Secretariatess.  Or we could go with my Chinese name, which is 朱虹 (Got it in college when I took Chinese.)

2. Nickname(s): Secret, though I’ve also been called Grandma Secret.  I sign my art with Sidda because that’s a pen name I want to use.

3. Zodiac sign: Aquarius.  Boar.  Kumbha.  Green Dragon and Rowan.  Mut or Shu.  Otter.  (It was never specified WHICH Zodiac had to be used, soooo . . .   Also, fun fact, despite Aquarius being the constellation of the water bearer, it is an air sign. I’ve got airbending powers, guys.)

4. Height: 5’1”.  Thereabouts.

5. Languages: English, some Japanese, and even less Chinese.

6. Nationality: American.  Breaking down by heritage, I only remember Irish and Cherokee specifically.

7. Favorite season: Winter

8. Favorite flower: Hmmm.  Morning glories are pretty.

9. Hobby(ies): Writing.  Drawing.  Coming up with projects that I’ll probably never complete but I make an effort.  I’d say reading, but it’s been a while.

10: Favorite color(s): White, like a pure white and not off white.  And blue.  Usually white and blue, because they’re so beautiful together.

11: Favorite animal(s): Horses.  Hands down.

12. Favorite fictional character(s): Train Heartnet (Black Cat); Jellal Fernandes (Fairy Tail); Lemony Snicket (A Series of Unfortunate Events); Anne (Anne of Green Gables); Lizzy (Pride and Prejudice) . ..  I have others, but I can’t remember them individually or list them individually.  Like, I’d have to just give my favorites stories.

13. Coffee, Tea, or Hot chocolate: Tea

14. Average amount of sleep: Eheheheheh.  I don’t know.

15. Dogs or cats: I prefer dogs slightly more than cats.

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: One sheet.  One comforter.  Then depending on how cold it is, I’ll add an extra comforter or two.  This isn’t including blankets I use like pillows.

17. Dream Trip: I mean, Japan, but other than that (as I’d like to live there), probably . . . Alaska or China.  I also like road trips, and stopping at roadside attractions.

18. Blog established: Sometime in 2014, I believe.  And I started it because I had started watching Supernatural and wanted to see all of the gifs in use.  I was severely disappointed.

19. Followers: 258, if I remember correctly.  Thanks guys- you’ve really stuck around despite the weirdness of this blog.

20. Random fact: Before I got into horses, I absolutely loved Dalmatians. So stuffed dogs from that time were all Dalmatians and 101 Dalmatians was my favorite Disney movie.

I don’t have twenty people, but I’ll tag @accimaginaryescapades @my--darling--dear2 @simplyghosting @enjoliquej @secret--psalms--saturn And anyone else who wants to do this. I’d tag a few more, but I have to get going.

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Make Your Mark, 9/10

Series: Undertale, Horrortale Relationship(s): HT!Sans/Reader Chapter Warnings: none

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In a world where soulmates exist, monsters and humans have one thing in common: the first time two soulmates touch, a mark randomly appears somewhere–anywhere– on their bodies to represent their match.

It still doesn’t make relationships easier…but maybe it does make them a little more interesting!

You met him online.

It wasn’t under the most favorable circumstances, all things considered—he beat you in a bidding war for a really uniquely shaped hunk of coquina jasper at the very last minute and you spent probably a solid few hours cursing his username in your head no matter how cool it was.

Naturally, you were pretty surprised when he messaged you through the site the next morning.

geode-dude: hey, sorry about the coquina, kinda stole that from under you, didn’t i?

As much as it had galled you, you had to reply…

xXgoblincoreXx: Oh, don’t worry about it, you won fair and square! That’s how these things go, no hard feelings.

geode-dude: mm, still didn’t feel too gneiss of me, no matter how good a shale it was

……Pfft.

xXgoblincoreXx: Haha, not to quarry, dude, I’ll get over it, enjoy your spoils. Just don’t take it for granite, alright?

geode-dude: lol i like your style

geode-dude: think you’d be up for a consolation prize? sure there’s something around here i can part with to send you. might make me feel like less of a jerk for doing you dirty like that

It was…an unusual request to be sure.

The guy was well within his rights to have screwed you bought the stone for himself and he not only apologized, but was actually offering to send you something else? For free?

It occurred to you to be wary, but you had a PO Box for this kind of thing—too many doorstep package thieves who assumed ‘heavy’ meant ‘valuable’ instead of ‘ten bismuth geodes that you never saw and didn’t get a refund for and were definitely not still salty about’—so you didn’t see the harm in seeing where this went.

xXgoblincoreXx: I’m not one to turn down free shinies, if it’ll really make you feel better. You don’t have to, though, no pressure! ;)

geode-dude: think i will anyway, thanks for being so coal about this

You laughed and sent over your PO Box address and then promptly forgot about the whole thing, not quite expecting the guy to follow through. He was probably more after an excuse to try out those sweet rock puns on somebody and you were happy to be the audience.

At least it had put a smile on your face!

You imagine that expression was nothing compared to the awestruck one you wore when you picked up an unexpected package a couple days later and opened it to the most incredible-looking rock you’d ever seen in your life.

xXgoblincoreXx: Dude, did you send this?!

geode-dude: oh you got it, cool

xXgoblincoreXx: Yeah, what is it? I’ve never seen anything like this before!

Even as you frantically typed, the fuchsia crystal sat beside you, innocently illuminating your room with its warm, fluctuating glow.

geode-dude: don’t think it has an official classification, it’s mostly magic, but we call ‘em lantern rocks. they’re everywhere Underground.

Only one kind of person capitalized ‘underground’ that way and had free access to what was down there.

Your punning, rock-loving pal here was a monster.

You were fascinated—there were no monsters where you lived, their population was still small after everything and hardly any had branched out from Ebott, even though it’d been a few years since they surfaced—and you can’t quite restrain the burst of curiosity this revelation sparks.

You…probably embarrassed yourself a little, to be honest… but all of your eager questions about what other magic stones and crystals he had or could tell you about were met with good-natured amusement.

Good-natured amusement and surprisingly detailed, informative answers, the kind that turned out to be better suited to actual phone texting than a limited bidding site’s chat feature.

‘geode-dude,’ or Sans as you eventually found out, had a pretty extensive geological background and seemed happy to answer anything and everything you threw at him. The only real drawback was the unstoppable slew of puns that came with those answers, but… to a person like you, the puns were less of a bug and more of a feature.

In addition to being a funny guy with a varied rock collection, Sans has a horrifically messy room, a self-sustaining tornado of trash in it, and a younger brother named Papyrus.

He’s also a skeleton, which he didn’t exactly tell you, but he sent you an awful lot of puns about bones and once—when you’d insisted he prove he wasn’t catfishing you—a video of Papyrus balancing a seashell on his head, since that was too weirdly specific to fake.

The guy in the video was definitely a skeleton and he definitely had a seashell atop his skull, effortlessly keeping it there even as he proclaimed to the camera, “Well, Sans’ Pen-Pal, I Have No Idea Why You Want This, But I’m So Stunned That Sans Is Actually Making Friends That I’m Not Going To Question It Very Hard—So Behold! My Impeccable Balancing Skills!”

After that, you wholeheartedly agreed with Sans’ assessment of his brother’s coolness levels: clearly off the charts.

For several long, albeit fun months of chatting and memes and pictures of rocks, though, that’s all you really know about your apparently-a-skeleton friend.

He’s never sent a picture or video of himself, and he’s flatly turned down anything resembling a phone call.

It doesn’t bother you too much. Some people are just private that way, and that’s okay!

You figure you’ll see him when you see him, and that’s just fine by you.

-

You get the text early in the morning—which you’ve gathered is approximately the witching hours over in Ebott.

geode-dude: hey

geode-dude: i’m trying to be a little boulder so i’m kinda petrified here but

geode-dude: do you want to come visit for the festival?

The Freedom Festival—held to commemorate the anniversary of monsters’ escape from the Underground and reunification with the surface world.

Being held in Ebott, next weekend.

You don’t have to think about your answer for more than a minute.

xXgoblincoreXx: Sounds rockin’, I’d love to! :D

-

Ebott isn’t quite as far away as you’d thought.

It’s a few hours on a train and then you’re there, wandering around in search of the skeleton you’d been promised to pick you up.

You’re expecting Papyrus, taller than tall and decently loud, presumably very easy to spot in a crowd.

But he’s not the skeleton you see.

His brother is stupidly tall, but even slouching, Sans is a pretty big guy himself. Dressed in a well-worn blue hoodie, some basketball shorts and the cutest pair of hot-dog-shaped slippers you’ve ever seen, the big skeleton leaning up against the wall is hard to miss.

…And so is the massive gaping hole in his skull, black as pitch above the giant red light darting nervously around in his socket.

It’s…

Not that much of a surprise, honestly.

You understand a lot of monsters suffered permanent injuries in the living hell they crawled out of and while grisly, it’s really nothing worse than what your imagination’s cooked up for you over the past few weeks—reasons ranging from the embarrassing to the outright horrific that Sans had been hiding his face from you.

In comparison to that, a bit of jagged bone is nothing to bat an eye at.

You head right on over to say hello.

Sans stiffens a little as you approach and somehow a bead of sweat seems to appear on his skull. He asks your name in a surprisingly soft voice and you nod.

“Yep, in the flesh,” you chirp. “Which I guess makes you Sans the flesh, right?”

It seems to take him a second to process what you said…but then his shoulders start to shake with laughter.

“good one,” he chuckles. “here five seconds an’ you’re already tryin’ to steal my thunder…?”

“Just trying to make a good first impression,” you joke with a shrug. “I have a feeling I’m not gonna get more than a couple over on you, Mister Funnybones.”

Sans is just a pinch slower in person—or maybe his puns just seem to come across a little snappier with a screen between you—but the moment or two you have to wait is more than worth it.

With a screen and miles of distance separating you, you’ve never had the pleasure of watching Sans’ skull go a dusty shade of blue, or hearing a downright bashful laugh escape him.

“eheheheheh, you, uh…ya’ might be surprised…”

You already are.

You came down here to meet a friend and spend some time with him.

You weren’t expecting him to be this cute, or to feel a spark towards something beyond simple friendship already, within mere minutes of talking to the guy.

“…This is going to be an exciting weekend,” you decide with a smile.

Sans grins back. “yeah? ya’ feel it in your bones?”

You laugh and your duffel bag slides down off your shoulder.

Luckily enough, you have pretty quick reflexes…and apparently, so does Sans.

For all you’d have expected a slow reaction, he reaches out lightning-quick and catches your bag before it can hit the ground—at the same time you catch it.

You touch.

Forming soulmarks don’t cause a physical sensation.

They don’t, it’s been studied: no one, not even monsters, the most soul-attuned sentient species on the planet can conclusively feel a soulmate match being made or say where the mark is forming with any degree of accuracy. Anyone who says otherwise is wrong, reacting psychosomatically at best.

And yet, you swear your skin is tingling all over from that one little brush of skin against bone.

Sans is…… you think Sans is your soulm—

You jump a little as suddenly, Sans has your entire hand in his grasp.

“hey,” he says, and through the very nice sensation of the warm, rough bones of his hand wrapping around yours, you notice that his grin is a little tight. “can we…not…?”

You blink at him, not understanding. “N…not?”

“the…the whole…soulmates thing,” he unhelpfully clarifies. “we don’t have to…look, y’know?”

………Ouch?

“Uh… I… I mean, I…guess?” you try. “If that’s…”

Sans looks pretty damn relieved and that’s yet another thing you hadn’t planned for. The ‘spark’ you’d felt must not have been very mutual if your pen-pal didn’t even want to know if you were soulmates, and that was…

Well, ouch.

“cool,” says Sans, “cool, it’s just…you’re… it’s… you’re here the whole weekend, it’d be……… no need to, uh, ruin the trip…right? it’ll… if we are,it’s…it ain’t like it’d be goin’ anywhere.”

………

Wait.

You almost actually, physically facepalm at the dramatic direction of your thoughts as reason finally occurs to you.

It would be insanely awkward to get all excited about a soulmark…and then risk not finding one immediately before having to spend a whole weekend with somebody—especially since Sans and his brother had so graciously offered to host you while you were visiting.

You think you feel equal parts silly and relieved.

“Yeah,” you agree, much more easily this time, “you’re right! We can…check that out later. For now, you just focus on showing your pal a fun Freedom Fest!”

Sans smiles, passing your bag back to you.

“that’s the plan,” he says and as he starts to amble off, you happily follow. “c’mon, let’s get ya’ settled in first.”

-

You last about two hours.

After arriving at the brothers’ house, meeting Papyrus, and enjoying some delicious (homegrown!!!) cucumber sandwiches for lunch, you’re shown to the guest bedroom and then the bathroom.

“This Is More Sans’ Hostly Duty Than Mine, But Quite Frankly,” Papyrus confided in you, “I’m Not Certain Sans Remembers We Have A Shower. But! You Seem Like A Fine, Upstanding Human With Standards And I’m Sure You’d Appreciate Knowing Where To Find It In Case You’d Like To Freshen Up Before The Opening Ceremony And Fireworks Tonight!”

That had sounded perfect to you, so you’d stripped down for a quick shower to rinse all the miscellaneous travel funk off and…

Well, there it had been.

You manage to contain yourself long enough to actually get clean and then you dry off, grabbing your phone to snap a…very carefully cropped photo of your inner thigh.

At first, you figure it’s just for you, because Sans had said…

But the longer you look at it, the less restraint you have and it really, really, really feels like Sans should get to see this.

You could easily go down the hall and knock on his door to show him, but you’ve been texting buddies for months.

It feels like the most natural thing in the world to pull up your chat and send the picture.

xXgoblincoreXx: [IMG-96]

xXgoblincoreXx: I looked, sorry…

And after a moment of thought:

xXgoblincoreXx: No regrets, though. :)

The dark, rough oyster shell on your thigh, just barely cracking open to reveal a pretty little pearl hiding inside…

It just gives you a really good feeling about your relationship with Sans, and you don’t know how to regret that.

You watch your phone, nervously awaiting a text that…never comes.

Because suddenly, from behind you, you hear, “i looked, too.”

You jump, whirling around to find Sans looming over you. You hadn’t even heard him come in and you marvel that such a big skeleton could move so silently, but that quickly falls by the wayside.

Sans is fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie, blushing again, but at your encouraging, curious smile, he shoves it back and lets you see.

“guessin’…guessin’ it’s a human thing,” he says, “‘cause i got no idea what it means. google ain’t helpin’ either, heheh…”

You don’t imagine it would—without already knowing the name of it or at least its context, it would probably be a little difficult to just stumble across a Rod of Asclepius.

You reach out and gently grab hold of Sans’ ulna, tracing the line of the rod all the way up to the thick cluster of his carpals where the head of the snake had settled.

He must be able to read some of the emotion on your face because after a moment, he tentatively speaks.

“s’it good?” he asks. “ya’ look like… seems like it’s…something good…yeah?”

It is so good.

You actually think you’re genuinely honored to have caused a mark like this because if there’s anybody out there who deserves to heal from everything they’ve been through, it’s a monster.

It’s Sans, your friend.

…But you don’t think you know him well enough yet to be able to say that out loud.

Instead you put a teasing smirk on your face and shrug.

“I’ll tell you later,” you say, letting go of his hand and heading out of the guest room. “Isn’t the fest starting soon? We should probably get going.”

There’s a pause…but then, Sans is hot on your heels.

“c’mon,” he pesters, “you know, just tell me.”

“I don’t recall,” you tell him. “I think you’re gonna have to refresh my memory somehow…”

“…you’re…ya’ want a bribe?”

“Sans!” you gasp. “I’m hurt! We’re friends, aren’t we? I thought you knew me better than that.”

Sans does know you better.

He quickly realizes, “ya’ want bribes.”

You elect not to respond.

“………eheheheheheheh, oh stars…”

You turn and Sans’ red eye-light is glowing brightly with mirth.

He looks like he’s having fun.

He looks happy.

“alright, twist my arm,” he mutters, shoving his sleeve back down. “you’ll get your bribes, but m’pretty sure i already know what it means, now.”

“Do you?”

“yeah—you’re a snake.”

You laugh.

“Oh, don’t get all hissy, I’ll tell you! You just might have to buy me one of those Spider Ciders I’ve heard so much about before I can remember properly.”

“an’ a funnel cake, too, i guess.” In spite of Sans’ put-upon tone, he looks just as amused as you are. “some popcorn. maybe a nice cream or two?”

“Now you’re getting it!”

You shoot Sans a wink and he snickers, shaking his head but hardly protesting your demands.

Depending on how the night goes…you think you might even be able to finagle a smooch onto the list.

The idea of getting to plant a kiss on this skeleton under the fireworks is very, very appealing.

You guess you’ll find out what fate has in store.

POST-SCRIPT

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