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helleboretks · 4 months

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Start with the Sides: Wukong's Demise

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Getting right into it, this is a Lee!Wukong, Lers!MK and Nezha SFW Tickle fic! If this is not your forte, no need to read! This is also a part II to Hah! Got 'Em!!!

Summary: After yesterday's antics, MK is left with a slight ler mood. Wrecking the resident Third Lotus Prince again would be cruel- but what about teaching him how to wreck others?

MK was bored. Really bored.

Nothing had really stirred his usual boundless amounts of energy; Mei wasn’t here to play a good round or twenty of Monkey Mech, and Redson was home brooding and inventing like he always did, so MK didn’t have immediate company to keep him active. It was starting to build up on him, especially after yesterday’s sugar rush-like energy.

Speaking of yesterday, the entire event had left him itching to do it again, constantly tapping and wiggling his fingers. Funny how that happens, but he doesn’t really have anyone he can just unleash it on. And even with Nezha here, the guy had only just found out what tickling was, he wasn’t going to go that far. He needed some other way to release all this energy…

Wait a minute.

“Pssst- Hey Nezha!” The Lotus Prince looked up from his bowl of noodles he was just finishing, attention caught.

“Yes? What is it?” MK smiled as Nezha responded, already feeling a deviousness in his grin. “So uh, I was thinking about yesterday, and-”

“MK, I swear to the Buddha above himself-“

“No no no, I’m not gonna tickle you again, don’t worry!” MK laughed, finding it silly the way Nezha relaxed after having tensed so quickly in embarrassment at the recollections of yesterday.

“Actually, I was thinking…” MK glanced over at his mentor, Wukong, who seemed thoroughly lost in thought while fiddling with the chopsticks Tang had idly handed him. He seemed as if the world was completely empty save for whatever thoughts were manifesting in his head.

“Monkey King was the one who started it, right? So, how about I teach you the art of tickling people, and we use him for example?” Nezha looked at MK skeptically for a moment, then over at Wukong. A rare smile formed on his face, and it was at times like these that he remembered that Nezha too, had a mischievous streak, spanning many centuries longer than MK’s.

“You’re sure he’ll be okay with that?” He asked, still slightly hesitant.

Macaque, who overheard the conversation (having six ears is really helpful for eavesdropping, huh?), leaned in and whispered into Nezha’s ear, ignoring for the time being the fact that the poor prince tensed up at it.

“I’m gonna be honest for once, princey, but he really enjoys it. It’s basically his way of saying that he trusts you a lot. He was probably hoping to be tickled in return yesterday, but was kinda let down when he realized you didn’t have a clue what the fuck it is. You didn’t hear it from me though, in case he asks.”

Nezha chuckled lightly at Macaque’s slyness, and MK took a moment to shuffle through every memory he had of tickling the daylights out of the Monkey King before all of this. Sure, he didn’t get to tickle him nearly as much as Wukong would to him, but knowing that bit of information now…

MK had never felt so honored before.

“Alright then. MK, how do I do this?” Nezha easily relented.

“One second.” MK said, getting off his stool and walking over to Wukong, who didn’t seem to have the slightest idea what was going on, given how spaced out he was. MK snuck up beside him and, with little hesitance, promptly picked him up from under the arms. Wukong shrieked in surprise.

“AAHHHH!! Holy shit Mk-what the fuck?!”

“You’ll see soon enough, Monkey King! Hey Nezha, follow me!” The Lotus Prince cleaned up his bowl and chopsticks, setting them aside and handing them off to Pigsy, who almost smiled. It’s always nice to see another person who appreciates home-cooked meals. After the run-in with Speedy Panda…ugh.

Nezha followed the sound of Wukong’s struggling, and found the two upstairs in MK’s apartment on the floor beside the bed. The young hero had Wukong’s arms pinned under his knees, and at this point he had stopped struggling and laid on the floor, mumbling something about his hands going numb. MK paid no attention to it. “Alrighty then, Nezha! Your first lesson in how to tickle people and get the best reactions commences now!”

“SAY WHAT NOW?!” Wukong’s eyes shot wide open at the statement.

“Oh, you’ll live, Monkey King! Besides, you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

“Sh-shut up, kid! Now you’re just lying!” Wukong whined. MK only giggled at the half-hearted denial from his mentor.

“Alright, alright, shut up now! LESSON ONE!!!” MK shouted dramatically over top Wukong’s whining. “You gotta know all the techniques and where someone’s super ticklish! So, word of advice, if you wanna find out if someone’s ticklish, always start with the sides!”

And then to demonstrate, MK immediately started pinching at Wukong’s sides, causing the poor Sage to yelp and flinch every which way away from the fingers, not like it helped given that Mk had him pinned down, but it was a…valiant effort. Sort of.

“The sides are like, the most commonly ticklish area for anybody and everybody, so it’s always a safe bet to start there first! Ya feel me?” Nezha snorted slightly at the choice of words, but nodded and resolutely ignored the giggled whining and complaining of one Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

“Cool, cool, cool-WUKONG QUITE MOVING YA LITTLE-” You can’t blame the Lotus Prince for jolting at the sudden raise in MK’s voice, although given how playful his tone was and the stupid grin on his face, he wasn’t taking any of this too seriously at all.

Meanwhile, Wukong himself was giggling up a storm, squirming like his immortal life depended on it as he kicked his feet and slapped his tail to the ground.

“Stohohop pihihinching me thehehen! Kihihihid!!” Wukong responded back.

“Nuh uh, I gotta teach Nezha about the techniques, man. Think of the techniques!!”

Oh yeah, now MK was doing this mostly to mess with him.

Not like Nezha’s complaining though…

“Okay! So you see how I’m pinching him, right?” MK asked, turning his head to Nezha and ever so confident that taking his eyes off Wukong won’t change a thing.

“Yes?” Nezha responded, scooting closer and watching the motions with rapt attention.

And no, he would not admit how that made his own cheeks flush, or how it made butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“Is there anything special about it, MK?”

“Oh why yes there is, my dear Nezha.” Said ‘Dear Nezha’ gave him a questioning look. “You sound like one of those preachers from another religion-”

“SsshHHHshhhh shush shush shush, and let me speak my gospel-” MK wheezed in amusement, letting up on his hasty pinches and giving Wukong reprieve.

“So, you gotta make sure that you don’t pinch too hard, yeah? If you do, it’ll just hurt, and that’s not fun for anyone. So! You’ll wanna make sure that it’s quick and light, not enough to hurt, but enough to be felt.” He explained, going as far as to give a slow demonstration to what he was explaining.

Wukong’s breath hitched repeatedly as he bit down stray chuckles, burying his face into his shoulder, probably to silently deny just how embarrassing this must be for him.

“Oooh, I see, I see.” Nezha added verbally with a smile, a hint of pride welling up at noticing Wukong shrinking in on himself more at that.

“Would you like to give it a try?”

Nezha glanced up at MK, and simply smiled.

As MK moved his hands away, Wukong immediately renewed his struggling. “AH AH AH-WAIT! NO, I didn’t agree to this, this is non consensual!! HELP ME!!!” Wukong practically screamed, causing both Nezha and Mk to laugh at his embarrassed misery.

“No one’s here to save you, Monkey King! Now just be a good monkey and sit there so I can teach Nezha the wondrous ways of tickling.” MK spoke with faux somberness in his tone, patting the monkey on the head as Wukong wriggled around.

Now, Here’s the thing.

Nezha is reflexively fast. He has to be, he always has been. It’s what comes with being a guard.

Implementing that into a more harmless pinching motion was honestly pretty easy.

He did not, however, account for Wukong’s reaction.

The monkey let out a shriek at Nezha’s quick jabbing, his feet dragging frantically against the floor as he jolted and yelped at every quick little jab.

“My goodness, Nezha you’re quick with that shit, this is amazing actually hold on-” MK commented, and Nezha honestly couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped him if he wanted.

Because this was fun. Doing this quick little pinches up and down Wukong’s sides, watching him squirm like that so helplessly, giggling feverishly all throughout, it was funny to watch, and fun to do.

Yeah, he could absolutely see the appeal in it.

“Oh oh oh! Lemme show you something!” MK said, deciding not to stop Nezha from having his fun as he then went to skim his fingers along Wukong’s ribs, causing Wukong’s pitch to heighten and his laughter to grow louder.

“It’s funnier when you have more than one person involved in the tickling, but besides that, Wukong’s got some pretty sensitive ribs, so there’s this really funny game you can make out of it!” MK explained, catching Nezha’s attention as he started scritching all along Wukong’s ribs.

Wukong choked on a laugh, throwing his head back and shaking his head a few times as MK went on to explain and demonstrate. “So, we’re basically going to be ‘counting’ if he’s got all his ribs in place. Cause like, ya never know with this one right here-” The Monkie Kid said with a light roll of his eyes.

“Nezha, I’d humbly request you to tell me-how many ribs do we normally have?” MK asked, putting a dramatic tone into his voice that had Nezha scoffing. “Twenty four, MK. We have twenty four.” He answered dutifully.

“Well, are we sure that Wukong has all twenty four? I mean, for all we know, he could have lost some in all his battles or something! Oh, you poor, poor monkey, I’ll help you, don’t worry Monkey King!” MK wiped a fake tear just to emphasize, which only caused Wukong to hiccup with laughter.

“So I found one, y’know! And here’s two, and we got three over here-” Nezha himself flushed a great shade of red as he watched the way MK dug into Wukong’s ribs like no tomorrow, the theatrics he put up were almost as impressive as Macaque’s, because Wukong was really starting to laugh up a storm right now.

“NAHahAHaha! StAHAP- MK!! AHAHAHAHA, PLehEHEhease!” Wukong has already resorted to pleading, and they weren’t even ten minutes into this, barely even five.

Yeah, okay, MK was scarily good at this.

But also…Mei…

Nezha shivered to himself.

“Ooooh maaah gaaawd-Monkey King stop moving or else I can’t count all your ribs! It’s like you’re- AUDIBLE GASP!! ARE YOU HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME!?” MK yelled out, throwing his head back to give Wukong some serious side eye.

Wukong, for all he tried, shook his head hastily, his nose all scrunched up as his blush only deepened from what could practically be described as torture from his successor.

Maybe not actual torture, but it sure looked like it!

“I think you’re hiding something from me and I WILL GET IT!! AAAAAAAAAAH-” Now even Nezha couldn’t help but dissolve into laughter as Mk let out a battlecry- a battlecry of all things!- digging into Wukong’s ribs and making the monkey go ballistic with the ticklish sensation.

“KIHIHIHID!! FAHAHAHAHA- STAHA- STAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T-AAAAAHAHA-!” Wukong cried out desperately, and for a second, Nezha was worried that he really couldn’t take it.

But when he actually looked up at MK and Wukong, he took notice of something.

As much as MK was joking around beyond multiple extremes, he seemed to be..paying rapt attention to Wukong, as if there would be a sign of some sort that would tell him if… Wukong’s had enough.

‘Ah.’ Nezha thought. ‘They probably do have a sign.’

That attention to detail, that level of care despite this tomfoolery…it was sweet. He wouldn’t deny it. It was really sweet.

(No, he doesn’t want that kind of attention, though! I-it’s just a sweet thing to take note of, okay? He’s not- like, craving that or anything!)

“By the Gods, you might actually kill him.” Nezha couldn’t help but mutter, surprised and unsurprised that MK ended up hearing that despite Wukong’s frantically loud laughter.

“Oh my gods, can you kill an immortal by tickling? I mean like, you can die by it-”

“Excuse me?”

“But I never considered the possibility.”

MK finally slowed down his downright malicious ministrations, and Wukong practically choked on the air he greedily inhaled as he caught his breath. But now the boy was really thinking about it- like, hand to his chin in deep, otherworldly thought kind of thinking.

“Let’s not test that out now, MK. You’re teaching me, not trying to kill a god.” Nezha said with a light hearted chuckle.

“Yeheheah! Yeah-kid, plehehease no, don’t do thahat.” Wukong nodded fervently, clearly filled with nervousness as MK practically stared into his soul.

“...Nezha. I must bestow some very important information onto you.” MK muttered, clearly trying to make this sound very, very important and serious. And as much as Nezha would probably never be able to know if tickling could turn into that kind of serious, he at least knew that it perhaps was important.

So, for fun’s sake, he played along.

“Yes, MK? Whatever piece of information will you bestow upon me that requires such an important incline in your tone?” MK almost broke character, taking a minute not to laugh at the longer than necessary sentence.

“There are certain places on the body that are very sensitive, Nezha. Of course, that’s a given, the nerves in our bodies do flippity things to cause stimuli because biology says so.” MK says with a dismissive hand wave.

“But there are some parts of the body that are so sensitive that it’s actually a little concerning.” Nezha noticed from his peripheral the way Wukong practically froze with tension, coming to a conclusion very rapidly.

“Kid! Hey, nO! None of that!” Wukong complained, but Mk just playfully shoved his forehead and continued talking all business-like.

Nezha struggled so hard to take this seriously, but he nodded along just fine.

“These particular spots are what we like to call, Death Spots.” MK finally said, jolting a little as Wukong struggled underneath him. “MK! MK SHUT UP RIGHT NOW-!!”

“HUSH, MONKEY KING, I’M MAKING HISTORY HERE!!! LET ME WORK MY MAGIC!” MK shouted right back, before quickly jabbing Wukong in the hips, the sage letting out a stray squeal that quite frankly made Nezha himself chuckle a little bit.

“Now, let me tell you about Monkey King’s Death Spots-”

And let Nezha tell you the way MK yelped as he got kneed in the damn back.

Nezha himself jolted backwards as MK whipped his head over to Wukong in alarm, who had an expression that very clearly read ‘oh shit’ all over it.

There was a long, suffering silence.

“You did not just hit me.”

“MK- kid-”

“Monkey King. Wukong. Great Sage Equal to goddamn Heaven, tell me you did not just hit me.”

Nezha slid away. Just a bit. You know. To save himself.

“Kid please I’m sorry-”

“Lesson two, Nezha. Lesson two.” The Lotus Prince almost flinched himself at the maniacal grin on MK’s face. “And this one is specifically tailored to god damn, motherfuckin’ Wukong.”

“MK have mercy on me please-”

“If this bitch deserves it, show no fucking mercy.”

And then MK proceeded to strike two places at once.

Wukong let out the loudest damn scream that Nezha has ever heard-and probably will ever hear-out of his mouth in centuries as MK started nibbling away at his neck, and scribbling into his belly remorselessly.

Nezha himself yelped, face turning pink in pure second hand in embarrassment as Wukong screamed and shrieked and laughed like his life depended on it. The monkey thrashed, writhed and squirmed as much as he could, but MK held steadfast, nibbling and ‘nom nom nomming’ away at his neck and scribbling ceaselessly against his belly, on every goddamn side.

“KAHAHAHAHA- PLE- NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHA- AAAAAAAAH!! FAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA-!” Wukong couldn’t make one lick of a sentence from all that attention, and it seemed to be driving him up the goddamn wall.

At some point, he was able to free one hand.

That, however, proved to be a mistake.

MK showed no mercy and began drilling into the underarm of his free hand, the sage knocking his head against the ground with just how fast he had flung it back. His legs were kicking furiously, his tail slapping on the ground with a quick thump thump thump like it didn’t know what else to do. And based on how much he was holding back the power he definitely had to throw off his mentee, both of them were clearly having fun.

And Nezha sat there, hands over his face yet peeking through the fingers to watch this… spectacle.

MK, to make matters worse, had the most deadpan expression he could muster, channeling the pure energy of ‘boredom’ into his act like this was another normal Tuesday afternoon.

Oh gods, that was just horrifying.

Horrifyingly funny, yeah, but horrifying nonetheless.

Wukong laughed and laughed until he started hiccuping, and then laughed even more. He barely even seemed to be getting any air, and even if he was immortal and technically didn’t need air, that flush of exertion was telling a whole different story and he seemed beside himself with a heavy case of mush brain.

The butterflies in Nezha’s stomach flapped tenfold and he involuntarily scrunched in on himself, watching with so much attention he very faintly recognizes he should probably not have. But he couldn’t help it! It was in his face, it was in his ears and it was in the way his shoulders hunched up, subconsciously protecting his own neck in the way Wukong most certainly couldn’t copy.

He doesn’t know how long that absolute torture must have gone on for, he doesn’t even know why MK has such freakishly insane lung capacity for this (he’d know from experience that the kid probably wouldn’t have stopped last time if Pigsy hadn’t told him to cut it out.), but finally at some point, Wukong’s laughter had gone on so long that he’d grown hoarse, and he tapped MK’s shoulder three times- like a sign.

MK let up- so that was the stop signal- and eased off Wukong as the poor monkey gasped for relief. Wukong curled in on himself once MK had rolled off of him, giggling nonsensically to himself as he seemed entirely out of this plane of existence alone.

So…Death Spots were really that bad, huh?

Oh Buddha, someone save him.

“See? Sometimes you just gotta show no mercy and give him shit for it.” MK shrugged with a grin, as if he hadn’t actually almost killed the Great Sage himself, via tickling.

Nezha stared in shock-and mild mortification-at this kid.

That… he didn’t even want to know how that must have felt.

“...fuck.” Was all Nezha could mutter.

“...fuck-” MK repeated, cutting himself off to let out a loud wheeze, laughing to himself as he sidled up next to Wukong.

“Monkey King, are you dead? Did you die? Did you lose your immortality-why are your pupils so big???” MK laughed even harder as Nezha took note that yes, Wukong’s pupils did in fact dilate hard.

“Wukong?” Nezha called out, holding in a laugh at how absolutely unresponsive the other was.

But his tail was wagging, so he’ll take that as a good sign.

“Told you he’d enjoy it-”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!”

MK and Nezha screamed in surprise at the new arrival, and Macaque, who had just entered the room, was smiling in amusement at Wukong like he personally won the lottery.

Now that he had the brain to control his body again, the ghost tickles that hadn’t yet registered now had started coming in, Wukong squirmed quite a bit, clearly still a bit tuckered out. MK patted his mentor on the head, and gently rubbed off the remaining phantom sensations. “Too far?” He asked.

“Wuh- Nah, y-you’re good, kihid.” Wukong assured him.

Nezha held back a squeal at how adorable Wukong looked after the heavy bout of ticklish fever- Because no he was not going to squeal at adorable monkey business he has not sunk that low yet- and then he turned to MK. “So, is everyone that ticklish?”

“Not everyone in the world per se, but if you’re thinking of everyone here? Yeah, I’d say pretty close.”

“I see…”

“So yeah, if you ever want to at least try getting revenge on Mei-”

Oh, oh yeah no, he knows a losing battle when he sees one.

MK, on the other hand…

“No, I’ve got a better idea.”

Without further warning, He leapt clear over Wukong and instantly pinned MK to the cushiony mattress beside the monkey. “I would like to remind you of what you did to me yesterday- Don’t think you’re getting away scot-free just because you showed me how to destroy that little shit.”

“W-wahait, Nezha-” MK looked around for a means of escape, then called out to Wukong who, despite being absolutely demolished not even a minute ago, seemed to get back some coherence.

“Monkey King! Mohonkey King help me!” Nezha glanced over at Wukong to see what he would do, given his student was pretty much in danger. Wukong, of course, didn't seem to give a rat's ass about MK in that moment.

He proceeded to roll right off the bed, hitting the ground with a “Just like he said, Nezha. Start with the sides.”

Sometimes, Nezha forgets how petty that monkey can be.

Then again, he's not really complaining.

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anzynai · 9 months

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Still The Same

Octavinelle Trio (TWST)

a/n: so hello this is my longest fic ever and i’m honestly surprised because it wasn’t intended to be?? not that i’m complaining. anyways, i’ve been wanting to write a fic with these three for a while so i’m glad i finally did. there’s also this thing where sometimes azul cries ink (but not all the time), but idk it’s when things r more intense? and in the beginning, i don’t really know the first thing about business,,, so i jusy used my experiences as a food service employee 😭 ANYWAYS, hope y’all enjoy <3

i did also attempt to make sure the entire thing is present tense, because i’ve noticed i have a habit of switching between present and past tense. though, i’m not really sure i’m liking it, but i’m not about to read through two thousand words again to change it all. i might just try past tense and stick to it.

summary: When they were young, the Leech twins learn that Azul is ticklish. Years later, they’re delighted to see that it hasn’t changed.

word count: 2.1k

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“I’m impressed!” Floyd, the young moray, beams as Azul explains his newly mastered signature spell.

“It only makes sense that you would be the one to do it.” Jade agrees, a proud smile on his face.

Azul seems excited, which makes the twins both happy, yet they don’t say anything. They don’t mind as Azul rambles about the merpeople who are lined up, waiting to get a contract with Azul.

Well, at least Jade doesn’t mind, but after around a minute, Floyd is bored. He pokes the octopus in the tummy, causing Azul to squeak and close his mouth, tight lipped.

The morays raise a brow. That was odd. Floyd’s face easily slips into one of amusement and curiosity.

“Ah~? What was that? Did you just squeal?” Floyd asked, a teasing tone finding its way into his voice. By now, Azul’s face is already bright red.

“You just surprised me!” Azul covers his stomach, though, rubbing it as if he was hurt.

“Surprised you? Aren’t you just ticklish?” Jade cuts in once he connects the dots. Floyd’s eyes widen like a lightbulb had just lit up in his head and the smile he gives is one of pure joy. Azul’s face is pale as a ghost.

“That’s not it at a-aLAHAHAH! Wait!” Azul starts, but he’s barely able to finish as Floyd pounced and eagerly begins wrecking him to absolute pieces.

“Looks like you were right, Jade! He’s like, suuuper ticklish!” Floyd exclaims, pinching at the chubby skin. Jade chuckles into his hand.

“Yes, he’s very ticklish. I’m surprised.” Jade notes, but doesn’t miss how the tips of Azul’s ears go red. Floyd, in the midst of all the laughter, asks Jade to help him. He accepts, of course, curious to see what spots really made Azul go crazy.

They only stop when Azul begins to tear up and a few drops of ink leave his eyes. Floyd has to practically be pried off by Jade, but all in all, they had fun. Azul couldn’t be too upset, Jade thinks, because he hadn’t really tried to stop them.

Since then, Azul had been the center of majority of their tickle attacks. Even as they got older, Azul would find himself in these situations quite often, only slowing down once the three entered NRC.

Which brings us to the present.

“Is that the last customer?” Azul asks, as two Scarabian students walk out. Jade scans the area and nods his head.

“I believe so. I think it’s an appropriate time to start cleaning up now.”

“I see. You and Floyd can handle that. I will start counting the money in the register.” Azul decides, already making his way to the counter.

“Ughhhh.. Cleaning up is so boring!” Floyd groans, slouching over the couch. Azul merely sighs. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to not want to clean; in fact, it happened almost every night. Still, it was always done by the end of each night.

“Now, now, Floyd. The sooner we do it, the sooner it will be done.” Jade assures him, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Floyd responds with another groan. Jade takes that as agreement and goes to the storage closet to retrieve the cleaning supplies, handing them to Floyd.

Floyd begrudgingly gets up. Jade wipes down the tables, while Floyd sweeps up the trash. All that can be heard was the quiet lounge music and Azul muttering numbers as he counted the cash.

Cleaning had always been a relatively easy task at the Mostro Lounge, especially with the two of them doing it, so it was obvious they would be finished before Azul.

They walk to the kitchen, seeing Azul seated on a chair in front of the register. He’s almost done and Floyd slings his shoulder over Azul, snickering when the other startles and pauses for a moment. Jade sits at a nearby chair and waits. When Azul is done, he sets the money down and turns his head.

“We have the right amount.” He says, ducking his head to put the money in the register. When he’s done, he makes a move to get up but Floyd’s fingers accidentally grazes his neck and he freezes, eyes widening.

Floyd stares at him for a moment, obviously confused. Jade knows what it is, immediately, and it only takes Floyd half a second longer to realize.

“I forgot you were ticklish on your neck!” Floyd laughs and Azul brushes his arm off of him.

“Nonsense. It’s time to go.” Azul shakes his head, trying to be casual and trying to shift the topic. The thing about Floyd, though, is that once he’s got his mind on something, it’s really hard to get his mind off of it.

“Did you? He’s sensitive everywhere.” Jade muses, laughing to himself.

“Real sensitive, too! I can’t believe I forgot, Azul. Why didja let me forget?” Floyd drawls, putting his arm back up to curl his fingers against the housewarden’s ear, delighted when he scrunches up.

“B-because it’s childish!” Azul defends, covering his ears, which were pink at the tips.

“Childish? But it’s soooo fun tickling you! I wanna tickle you!” Floyd chirped, sending a glance towards Jade. Jade sits up at the unspoken invitation.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Jade recalls, feeling nostalgic. So much had been going on, Azul’s ticklishness wasn’t really the first thing on their minds. Now that he’s been reminded of it though, Jade would really enjoy tickling him. He can tell that Floyd would too.

Azul directs a glare at both of them. It’s hard to take it seriously when his face is flushed and Jade tries to conceal a laugh. “Don’t you dare.”

“Do what?” Jade asks, feigning confusion.

“Tickle me!” And there.

“Oh, if that’s what you want, I guess I can do that!” Floyd understands the second Azul takes the bait, his hands quickly finding their way to Azul’s sides. He kneads his fingers, and Azul bursts out in laughter. There had been times where he tried to conceal it, but they all knew he was too sensitive for that.

“T-thahahahat’a NOHOHOT w-WAHAHAT I MEHEHEANAT!” Azul sputters out, clearly struggling with his words. Floyd had always been the type to go straight for the kill. Jade almost felt bad. Jade gently traced his neck, satisfied when he would see Azul twisting his neck every which way to avoid the light touches.

“It must be difficult being so ticklish.” Jade teases. Floyd and him make eye contact and Floyd changes spots. They don’t want to tire him out too quickly. Floyd begins to prod and squeeze at his hips. The laughter goes down a significant level, but it’s still there.

“Y-you shuhuhut uhuhup! I k-knohohonow your bohohoth tihihihicklish tohohohoo!” Azul cried out, and Floyd laughs.

“Even so, you’ll always be soooo much more ticklish! You’re just one ticklish octopus, huh?” Azul only rolls his eyes, but it looks a bit funny when he’s cackling as loud as he is.

“Nohohoho I’m nohohot! T-This ihihis uhuhunprofehehesional!” Azul squeals, a new shade of red glittering his face when a snort makes it through his laughter. He covers his hands with his gloves. That won’t do.

Jade moves from his neck to his armpits, scribbling. Azul’s clothing proves some protection, but it’s clearly not enough, because instantly, Azul is struggling to keep his hand to his face. Small huffs make it through his fingers and the twins can vaguely hear snorts.

“Surely you can make an exception for your most loyal employees?” Jade tuts and Azul shakes his head rapidly. “I’m sure we can convince you otherwise.”

The twins have Azul sort-of trapped, Jade realizes. Jade is behind Azul, his fingers wedged in his underarms and tickling the sensitive skin. Floyd is in front, still going at his hips. Somehow, the three had found their way to the floor, which had luckily been cleaned about an hour earlier. Still, there was plenty of enough space for Azul to fight back if he really didn’t want the tickling to stop. And yet, he stayed there, letting the twins unleash their tickly wrath on him.

Jade couldn’t help the smile make its way onto is face. Azul really hadn’t changed.

“Jade’s right! After all our hard work, we should have some more perks, you know?” Floyd agrees, moving up to Azul’s ribs. Azul had become much thinner since their younger years, so Floyd could feel the bones. He poked and prodded at each bone, counting to himself out loud. He seemed to linger on the spots that would make Azul’s laughter raise an octave.

When he hit a certain spot on the lower part of Azul’s rib, the housewarden’s arms shot down to push at Floyd’s relentless hands. Jade removed his hands, hooking his arms around Azul’s to let Floyd have a bit more access. Floyd had always enjoyed tickling more than Jade had, even when Jade was highly amused.

“N-nohohoho?!” Azul’s laughter became a bit more frantic. His salty tears built up in the corner of his eyes.

“Yes!” Floyd insists, in reply. Azul does not respond, too beside himself with laughter. Another twin telepathy moment passes and Floyd goes to scratch at Azul’s stomach. The two relish in the sound that erupts from Azul’s lips, a shocked squeal that’s absolutely delightful to hear. Snort after snort leaves Azul’s lips and Jade takes a moment to just… listen.

“NOHOHOHO, FLOHOHOYD. JAHAHADE.” Azul howls and Jade examines his face. Within seconds, he can see black smudge at the corners of the octopus’ eyes. He sighs. Enough is enough, he supposes.

“Floyd.” He says, loudly. Floyd doesn’t seem to hear him. He wonders how all their intended eye contact works out, when Floyd can’t even hear him when he’s two feet in front of him. Then again, Azul is really.. loud right now.

“Floyd.” He says again, more stern this time and Floyd seems to finally get the memo, taking his hands of Azul and leaning against the bottom of the counter. He has a smug smile on his face, the same one he has when he wins against someone in a one-on-one in basketball.

Azul, on the other hand, just lays down on the floor, struggling to catch his breath. Jade gets a paper towel from the counter and hands it to Azul. The other rubs his eyes, black ink on it when he throws it in the trash can. And misses. Jade can pick that up later.

“Did we go too far?” Jade asks, though he doubts it. He had always been good at picking up the signs when Azul is nearing his limit. Azul groans and shakes his head.

“Did you two have fun?” He mutters, angrily, though it sounds half-hearted. The redness is slowly leaving his face.

“Lots of fun!” Floyd beams.

“I enjoyed it.” Jade says, a knowing look on his face. “And I know you did too.” Another groan slips from Azul’s lips.

“What time is it?” Azul asks, his eyes closed. Floyd is standing up, stretching his body.

Jade looks at the clock. “It’s a little before 10pm.” It was a bit late for them, since they usually retired to their dorms by 9:30, but clearly the trip to memory lane had taken a bit of time.

“Man, I’m sleepy. I could pass out right now.” Floyd yawns and Jade moves to stand. He holds out his hand for Azul to take, which he does, hoisting him up.

“Let me put the money in the register and do one last check and we can go.” Azul says, and the twins nod. They sit at the chairs that always stay by the counter and wait for Azul to finish his business. It doesn’t take long. The three of them walk to the dorms together and Azul clears his throat when they reach his room. Then he pauses. He looks like he wants to say something.

“You two… have a good night.” Jade chuckles. It was clear he wanted to say something about them tickling him.

“Don’t worry. We will tickle you more from now on.” Jade reassures him. Azul blushes, gritting his teeth.

“That’s not what I was trying to say!”

“Really? It looked like you liked it!”

“I.. I— yeah— I mean no!” Azul disagrees, crossing his arms.

“Have a good night, Azul.” Jade says, grabbing Floyd by the arm. Floyd seems disappointed at losing the chance to tease Azul some more, but they’re already walking away. Azul grumbles and unlocks the door and steps inside his dorm.

Floyd prattles on about Azul’s sensitivity and while Jade doesn’t say much in response, he’s already thinking of ways to tickle Azul again. He supposes him and Floyd were the same as well. They both had always enjoyed making Azul smile and laugh.

#tickling #tickle fic #octavinelle #octavinelle trio #octatrio #octotrio #idk which one is correct so i put both #lee azul #ticklish azul #ler jade #ler floyd #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #leech twins #twisted wonderland #twst #twst tickling #jai’s fic

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localdorkincombatboots · 1 month

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Mom I need your opinion on sollux and eridan (please?) :3

Yes my child no problem 😄

Another pair of toxic trolls who're often shipped together! Ngl I'm not fully sure what kind of answer has been wanted between this and the last ask cause I'm not sure if you just want me to talk about each of the characters separately or if you're also wanting me to acknowledge the ship between them and the nuances in it so I try to cover both.

Again, to preface this these are both shitty 13 year old boys who aren't great people trolls and part of that is cause of the hellscape of a world they grew up in. So today's purity standards don't apply to them in the fact that yes they're shitty but for the zillionth time depiction is not glorification and they're literally pawns for the narrative.

For Sollux, he's a gamer/hacker dude that is recognizably based on a lot of guys like that in the 2000s. He's not a great person in that he uses slurs and isn't pc but he's a very real 13 year old boy who taught himself all about how computers work and just likes to play games and talk shit with his friends. I feel especially bad for him when I think about how Vriska forced him to kill Aradia and how he has to live with not only that but also his visions of Doom and knowing that he and all of his friends would die. He's a tragic character but he's also pretty fun to play around with in art and fanfics. Also he's a very shippable character like there's a lot of different ships that he works great in esp stuff like Fefsolradia and such

For Eridan, he's a punkass little "nice guy" spoiled rich 13 year old with a superiority complex. He supports genocide of lowbloods and has no respect for Fef's right to be with whoever she wants. Granted, the situation he grew up in with only really having her as a good friend and his responsibility of helping keep Gl'bgolyb fed didn't exactly discourage that way of thinking at all and probably fed into it but if SGrub hadn't happened while it could've been a possibility for him to learn better its likely he wouldn't because of how Alternian society promotes selfishness and the idea that highbloods deserve anything they want. Narratively he makes sense and he exists in order to fill the role of "nice guy" who ends up wrecking their future just because he was rejected. At least that's canon Eridan. Fanon Eridan can be more fun just because ppl like to focus on his being a uwu soft boi and his love of magic and esp his kissmesis/matesprit ships with Sollux. Also obligatory shout out to March Eridan love that shit just cause it's silly.

As far as their ship goes, there's a lot of fun to be had and there's far too many fics of them out there to count. Are they healthy for each other? Absolutely not without a very long fic of them learning how to be better people and getting over their own shit. Did I used to ship in high school? Absolutely though I haven't cared about it in years.

#jaye shut up #homestuck #hs #sollux captor #eridan ampora #erisol #march eridan

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itgirlgyu · 10 months

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Your moots as weapons!! (knives, guns, blades anything) No to violence, just for fun ;)

ALRIGHT LET'S GO!!!

@itz-yerin — death note.

at first i was like only for shits and giggles. but death note actually fits yerin like you'd never guess its ability until you wield it. also can provide you such great power but with a catch.

@full-sunnies — nunchucks.

makes people hella humbled while feeling like someone replaced their spine with electrical eel.

@huen-ingkai — russian roulette gun.

you'll never guess when they will go off.

@gyuletters — a toddler level of blatant honesty and a pepper spray.

star the type to attack you with fact bombs and make you cry to your mom but also pepper spray for the spicy days.

@channoticedmeuwu — laxatives.

often overlooked but kai kinda gives me this vibe that she'd be an unconventional weapon that may look harmless but will fuck you up.

@st4rrykai — those barbed baseball bats with irons pins on it.

and she decorates them with cute stickers!!! so the last thing before you get fucked up you see hello kitty.

@mazeinthemoon — steel fans.

its like so elegant and they get the job done pretty efficiently, feel like it would fit moon a lot.

@beomurang — wooden hammers.

like not very heavy ones but the ones jeonghan carry, like just enough to knock a few teeth out!

@cherrypeaking - poison.

like those fancy sexy women in periodical dramas use to kill nasty men

@1004tyun — one punch man's punch

crystal has this rizz that is undeniable in my hand but can be conveyed by a video of someone getting punched by one punch man.

@ox1-lovesick — medieval wrecking balls.

always swinging and hitting everyone in the face unprovoked.

@banggyu0308 — shurikens.

cute, precise and undeniably cool.

@harufluff—30 hours of hyuka's reverbed laughter in noise cancelling earphone on full volume.

will make you think like hahaha so lame... wait until the 13th hour passes.

@hyewka— wet towels.

rana's fics hit me like a wet towel in the face, and i love every second of it!

@majestyjun- booby traps.

will catch you on their blog and never let you go because holy shit their brain is >

@jisungsdaydreamer— jisung's predebut videos and audios.

let's be honest jisung's predebut content is cringe enough to kill one small adult, or two.

@fairyofshampgyu—electrical saw.

nia reminds me of beomgyu and beomgyu reminds me of his motor mouth which makes a similar sound to electrical saw—yes this correlation makes sense.

@strawberry-kirby—pillows.

suffocates you with her cuteness and kindness!!

@tyunlatte—a curse to sneeze every second of the day.

ive only interacted with them once but they are so nice and exuberant like a sneeze ( as everyone knows it's impossible to say acchoo without looking absolute adorable.)

@pressthehurtbutton — vile of virus that could end the world.

IDK WHY BUR I LIKE GET SCIENTIST VIBES FROM THEM BUT LIKE THINK,, doofensmirtz bajs

THIS TOOK ME SO LONG FOR NO REASON?!?

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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Blood Doll

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson (Angst)

Summary: Humans are such fragile creatures, a fact Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson don't fully realize until they're not human anymore. They realize this after they accidentally hurt their favorite human: you. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Mature 18+

Author Note: Gender neutral character, they/them pronouns used. VampireSteve and VampireEddie fics got me in a chokehold last night, then this idea happened and I absolutely had to drop everything to write it. It consumed my brain. Enjoy! 💜🖤

CW: Vampire stuff (blood drinking, possessive behavior, the change, turning people); slight Master/slave dynamic; accidental injuries because new vamps don't know their own strength; mentions of car wreck and fatal injuries but no descriptions.

Word Count: 2,573

Watching someone you loved get hurt was never a fun experience. No matter if you were hurting from being sick or hurting from an accident, Eddie was always beside himself when it happened.

Steve was too, if he were being honest, but he kept that hidden. It wouldn’t be proper as he had no claim on you. You were Eddie’s. That was established soon after they came back from the Upside Down and the change happened.

It began with Steve. While he didn’t know what was going on, he knew it had to do with the Upside Down. He did his best to hide it from you by saying he was coming down with something. That lasted a couple days until Eddie’s symptoms started. Since Eddie was hiding out in your trailer with you, there was no way for him to keep it from you. It wasn’t long before you found out about Steve and brought him to your trailer to take care of the both of them.

This turned out to be a good thing. The initial wave of hunger hit soon after Steve got there, two days after the symptoms started. It was an indescribable feeling, pain unlike anything he’d ever felt, and one that left him curled up on the floor of your living room, sobbing. No one knew what to do, you and Eddie just did your best to comfort him.

Then Steve’s fangs dropped.

You all had seen enough movies and read enough to know what that meant.

There was absolutely no hesitation from you, you immediately offered yourself to him to drink. Steve was your best friend, as was Eddie. It was a no brainer for you. It took some convincing, but he finally gave in.

It was an experience unlike anything Steve had ever felt before. It was intense, close to a religious experience he’d say if he had to describe it. He didn’t know if it was due to it being his first experience drinking blood, just your blood in particular or the feelings he’s had for you for so long, but he found himself wanting to possess you utterly. He knew he couldn’t, but it felt so right to have you in his arms like this, holding you close, his face against your neck. After a little bit, Eddie tugged at Steve’s arm, worried that he was taking too much. He reluctantly let you go, laying you down on the floor where he himself had been in agony just moments earlier, then quickly shifted his position to hide his erection. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life.

Steve felt amazing after drinking from you and quickly began to recover his strength, but you were exhausted. Unable to keep your eyes open, you ended up napping for a couple hours in that very spot but felt better upon waking.

You were never far from Steve’s thoughts and hadn’t been for years, but now he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a lightbulb. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, wanted you for himself in every way possible, but knowing he couldn’t act on it. You had never shown any interest in him like that before he was a vampire, so why would you have any now? Drinking from you didn’t give him any right to put any sort of claim on you.

When the hunger hit Eddie two days later, you were right there, immediately climbing into his lap and offering the other side of your neck. After realizing sitting across the lap like you had done with Steve wasn’t the most ideal position for either of you, you decided to try straddling Eddie’s lap instead so you could hold onto him better. Your arms went around his neck and Eddie slid his arms around you, pulling you a little bit closer.

Steve heard a deep groan leave Eddie’s throat shortly after his teeth pierced your flesh and he began drinking from you. He saw his grip on you tighten, one arm staying around your waist while the other hand came up to grip at the back of your head, holding you there. Your head tilted back as much as Eddie’s hand would let it, your eyes closing and your mouth falling open in a soft moan. You were gripping onto Eddie’s shoulders tightly, shivers going through your body. Steve watched as Eddie pulled you flush against him, his hips starting to roll upwards into yours. You didn’t seem to mind this though, grinding yourself down onto him in time with his movements.

It was the most erotic and intimate sight Steve had ever witnessed. He found himself drooling at the memory of how you tasted, getting hard at the thought of you grinding against him like that, and insanely jealous of Eddie getting to experience both of those right now. He realized he would’ve killed to switch places with Eddie right then.

Immediately, Steve felt shamefully guilty and averted his eyes. Despite the changes recently, despite the fact you were going to regularly let them both drink from you, the three of you were best friends. Nothing more.

Apparently, Eddie did not share that same opinion.

A little while before Steve was supposed to start breaking the two of you apart, Eddie did it on his own. A loud gasp left him as he ripped his mouth away from your neck, smearing blood across his face and your neck in the process. His fingers gripped tightly into your hair, maneuvering your head around so you were now face to face with him, and he was looking into your eyes.

“You are mine,” Eddie growled, and Steve saw your eyes widen as his own heart sank. “You can be Stevie Boy’s blood doll, but from now on, you belong to me. Understand, Princess?”

Your mouth dropped open in surprise and you nodded, slowly at first then more rapidly. Eddie grinned and pulled you to him in a hungry kiss.

Steve thought this would be a good time to give you two some privacy and quietly left. As he was leaving and shutting the door behind him, he heard the sounds of tearing fabric followed by a gasp of surprise from you.

A strict feeding schedule was established to allow you plenty of time to recover. It might not have been bad had you only been feeding one of them but being the blood doll for two vampires was a little much sometimes. They substituted with animal blood in between to give you longer periods to rest, but it wasn’t as good as what they started with. Nothing was as good as you.

When it was Steve’s nights to feed with you, Eddie would give you two privacy. He may have been willing to share his food, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see it or hear it. Even without sex, feeding was still a very intimate act. Watching Steve feed from you did the same things to Eddie as it did to Steve, plus he had the added possessiveness from staking his claim on you. Sometimes he would leave the trailer for a few hours to go exploring in the woods if he were feeling especially cooped up. Usually though, he would just stay in the living room and play music on the stereo loud enough to cover up any noises coming from the bedroom.

The two of you always laid under the covers of your bed once Steve was done drinking. After every feeding, you always took a nap. Both of the boys were in complete agreement to let you sleep as long as you needed to afterwards. Sometimes all you needed was a short nap, one or two hours at most; other times, you slept the whole night. But no matter how long you were out, whoever fed would stay with you. It helped soothe the flare of nerves and anxiety you sometimes had when you woke up. It also helped strengthen the bond you had with each of your best friends.

Well, “friends” wasn’t a really good word for what you were anymore but fuck if the three of you knew what to call it.

It was on one of Steve’s nights with you just a few weeks into this new dynamic when he first became aware of how fragile you really are.

You had just started to wake up, having been asleep for a little under six hours this time. Steve still had his arms around you when you stirred. He played with your hair, stroked your body, and placed soft kisses to the top and sides of your head until you finally sat up.

That’s when he noticed a light, hand shaped bruise on your upper arm, looking like someone had grabbed you.

Steve sat bolt upright and gently took hold of your arm to angle it for a better look.

“Did Eddie do this to you?” he asked, concerned.

He never would have pegged Eddie for the sort, but who else could it be?

“Hmm?” you said, looking down at your arm as you blinked sleep out of your eyes. “Oh, no, actually, that’s new. Must’ve happened when you were feeding earlier.”

Your words were casual, like they were no big deal. You even shrugged as you said it. But Steve felt like you had dumped ice water on him. He could see it now that you said it though. These were fresh, still in the process of fully forming and not even that dark yet. There’s no way Eddie could’ve done these.

“I hurt you?” he asked, swallowing heavily.

You turned to him, smiling reassuringly.

“You didn’t mean to,” you said, leaning forward to kiss him in the forehead. “And neither does Eddie. You two are a lot stronger now than you were before and…well… sometimes you both get a little carried away.”

Steve immediately called for Eddie, who came running, and they made you go over with them every time they had ever hurt you. Eddie was just as horrified as Steve, and you promised to tell them going forward when they were hurting you.

Your feeding related injuries lessened dramatically, but life still happened. They couldn’t stop you from getting sick. When you went through a particularly rough bought of the flu, fighting a fever for days, they were both beside themselves. There was nothing they could do but be there for you as you got better.

Accidental injuries still happened, too. Steve and Eddie couldn’t do anything about those either.

Just like they couldn’t have stopped the car wreck.

Steve got the news from Nancy. It was a drunk driver. Five cars were involved in the end, but your car took the initial collision head on. The news from the ICU was grim.

Steve broke the news to Eddie. He had to stop him from destroying the inside of your trailer in his rage.

Soon after, they had both snuck into the hospital and were at your bedside. The ICU was nearly empty. You were only one of two patients and there weren’t many nurses this late. Even still, Steve kept a lookout from a gap in the curtain while Eddie sat next to your bed, holding one of your hands in both of his and kissing the back of it.

“Should’ve tried when we found the bruises,” Eddie mumbled against your skin.

It wasn’t the first time he had said this tonight. He blamed himself for not keeping you safe, felt like he failed at the only thing he was charged with now. He felt it was not only his duty as your lover but his obligation as your owner. In Eddie’s mind at this point, the best way could’ve done this was to turn you. Then you would’ve been able to survive a head on collision.

“We don’t even know if that would’ve worked,” Steve said, sighing. “We turned just from getting bitten, but Y/N hasn’t turned from either of our bites.”

“M-maybe it’s like in the movies,” Eddie said quickly, looking at his friend with a panicked expression. “M-Maybe they need to drink from us, too.”

Steve just shook his head. He didn’t know what to say anymore that might calm Eddie down. He was grasping at straws, trying to delay admitting what was the inevitable.

They were going to lose you. Steve knew it. As much as it killed him, he knew it. But, on the other hand, it churned his stomach seeing the damage done to you. Maybe the inevitable would be better for you than this.

“Y/N is really into you too, you know.”

Eddie’s voice was soft, barely as loud as the machines currently keeping you alive.

Steve’s gaze shot back up to him, eyebrows raising in surprise.

“We were talking about it one night after their nap,” Eddie continued, still looking at you. “Apparently, they had the hots for both of us for years, didn’t think either of us felt the same way though.”

Steve blinked, his heart jumping in his throat.

“Maybe before you,” he finally said. “Doubtful Y/N still feels that way though.”

“This was just a few days ago,” Eddie replied. “And I’ve gotta tell you, I wouldn’t mind since it’s you. In my mind, you have just as much of a claim as I do.”

The small space got extremely quiet save for the machines. Eddie turned to look at him and two men stared at each other. Steve could see his friend wasn’t joking. There was also a desperation in Eddie’s eyes, as if begging for permission.

“Do it,” Steve finally said with a sigh. Then he fixed Eddie with a serious look. “But if this works, and if Y/N still wants anything to do with us afterwards, we’re all going to sit down and have a long, serious talk about how our relationship will be going forward.”

Eddie nodded rapidly, a look of relief on his features. He kissed the back of your hand one last time before gently sitting it down on the bed and getting to work.

Two days later, Steve got word that your vital signs were failing. You passed on two days after that.

In keeping with the timeframe of everything happening within two days after the initial bite, Steve figured if you were going to wake up, it would be that same night. Eddie and Steve snuck into the morgue to sit with you. Just like when you woke up from your post feeding naps, they felt like they should be there with you if you woke up from this nap too.

The clock ticked by. Minutes turned into hours.

Nothing happened.

Finally, it was time to leave. They had enough time to get to back to your trailer before sunrise and still have plenty of wiggle room in case of unexpected surprises. Steve said goodbye first, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Eddie was next, placing his kiss to you lips instead, a tear falling onto your cheek.

As they headed for the door, side by side, Steve reached over and patted Eddie on the back. Eddie briefly glanced at his friend in acknowledgment before shifting his eyes back to the floor.

“…Eddie…Steve?”

Steve and Eddie both came to a halt, then looked at each other with wide eyes.

“…The hell are we?”

#vampire!steddie x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steddie #vampire!steve #vampire!eddie #steddie x reader #vampire eddie munson

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star--nymph · 10 months

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💞Self-Rec Tag Game💞

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made. I’ve put categories below, but they’re more guidelines than rules. Something you absolutely adore Something that was challenging to create Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably) Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.) Something you want other people to see

My love @shivunin tagged me and I do have stuff that I absolutely love for people to see sooooooooooooo.

Something you absolutely adore

The Art Nouveau Irish Goddess piece of Eurydice is very near and dear to my heart.

Something that was challenging to create

So this one was nerve wrecking for me because it was the first time I tried painting on the original sketch/line art. It was a lot of trust the process and crying over it. It's a beautiful piece and really one of my top five favorite artworks I've done.

Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably)

Look, I don't care if itself indulgent or people don't like pregnancy plotlines, this piece and the ficlet I did with it brings me such joy.

Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.)

This entire Cullen piece still gets to me to this day, it just came out really well, better than I ever hoped. It made me feel like a real artist.

Something you want other people to see

So fun fact! This was a redraw of a really old piece from like...2017 or 2018? I just really love it and I wish more people could see it if only for the shadow work on Eury's face.

Alrighty, now I'm going to tag some friends like @cullenvhenan @tatert07s @tamarsart @new-austin @rennybu

#art #me walking by all these will smit posing #actually there's also a surprising lack of eury blood pieces #I need to fix that

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aftgficrec · 9 months

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Hi! You guys are great! Are there any where the other Foxes or someone on the outside thinks Andrew is cheating on Neil or vice versa, but it's not true? Like, someone thinks they know more than they do, but Andrew and Neil are perfectly happy together. Not breakup fics, though. Thanks!

We could not find a lot for this. There could be some implied cheating buried in longer fics, or it might be untagged and our searches aren't hitting. For actual cheating angst, check out our tag. -A

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Neil the homewrecker fandom fun post by @24-0z [Tumblr, 2022]

Kandreil

it takes three, you and him and me by orphan_account [Rated M, 8107 Words, Complete, 2019]

Nicky asks, “are you…I mean, what’s happening, Andrew? Are you okay? Because Kevin and Neil were just-” “I know,” Andrew cuts him off. The flat, bored intonation of his voice makes it inexplicably funnier when he adds, “I have unfortunately saddled myself with two idiots who cannot keep it in their pants for more than five minutes at a time” “Well,” Kevin huffs, indignant. “You don’t usually have any complaints”

tw: alcoholism

Foxes' Reactions to Kandreil by @crazy-fangirl2524 [Tumblr, 2021]

The foxes reactions to kandreil, thinking that they are all cheating on each other (requested by smn on my Instagram, you can request anytime on tumblr or Instagram my dms open :)))

Andreil think one is cheating

Miscommunications by sensetia [Rated G, 3724 Words, Complete, 2021]

“You can stop treating Neil like a broken victim.” “Why?” Nicky said sharply. “Because he cheated on me,” Andrew said with a cold grin, saluting the foxes with a hand as he left the dorm.

That one time when Andrew thought Neil cheated… by @senstia [Tumblr Fic, 2020]

“A-Andrew?” “Just go Neil.”

tw: vomit, tw: violence

Misunderstanding and Angst by controversialzoe [Rated M, 1770 Words, Complete, 2019]

“When he came to a stop light, he squeezed his eyes shut. He had to get home in one piece, he needed to be. He heard that fucking voice again. The sentence that he heard over the phone. Neil’s fucking stupid voice saying that goddamn sentence. “Stop, you can’t do that. We’ll both get caught.” Andrew screamed out another laugh as the sounds played through his head again, probably for the 100th time since he heard it 5 minutes ago.” or the one where Andrew thinks Neil is cheating.

tw: violence

Unannounced surprise by Lover_of_Fairy_Tails [Rated T, 7234 Words, Complete, 2018]

This takes place the first year that Neil is a pro athlete. He plays for the Boston Rebels, while Andrew lives and plays in Denver. Andrew decides to make an unannounced trip to visit Neil. Things do not go as smoothly as he thinks they will With Neil Josten involved when do they ever.

Exclusive by gryffinwhores [Rated T, 3104 Words, Complete, 2019]

Neil doesn't say anything, but his cheeks pink further. Nicky's eyes widen, and his jaw drops. "Oh my God, Neil, who is it? Is it someone we know? Is it a guy or a girl?" "Shut up, Nicky, it's no one," Neil says, but Andrew can see that Neil's deliberately avoiding his gaze. Oh. - In which Andrew thinks Neil is cheating on him, but cheating doesn’t really exist in a non-exclusive relationship... right?

Miscalculation by EmmmaMmmm [Rated T, 1398 Words, Complete, 2020]

Andrew is acting weird - leaving the house for long hours at a time, making excuses for where he's been, whispering on the phone in the middle of the night. There's only one conclusion Neil can possibly come to; he's having an affair. But they never said they were exclusive - how can Neil confront him when he's not even sure he's doing anything wrong?

Neil worried that Andrew cheated prompt fill by @ravenvsfox [Tumblr fic, 2017]

Neil would be worried that Andrew was cheating (even though he never would) and Andrew would have to reassure him.

tw: mild violence

together by badacts [Rated T, collection, complete, 2017, locked]

Chapter 9: Philanthropy [1717 Words]

Prompt: I was wondering if you could write some andreil angst/comfort (since its your forte) about Neil sneaking around and Andrew assuming maybe he's cheating (or the non-relationship equivalent) but it's actually something else completely?

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 8 months

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something i love about your aus is how (almost) every character has a bad ending/fate for them

alt mark, alt thatcher, alt jonah, and alt cesar are doomed to an eternity of suffering. cesars mom was crucified, sarah got a chunk of concrete slammed into the back of her head, seth is all alone after finally getting close to people he considered his family.

prophet adam lives with crippling anxiety that the parasite will decide to come out and kill everyone he cares about, just like it did to jonah. thatcher's parasite breaks his bones, practically mangling him every time it comes out. evelin lost herself(?), becoming one with her parasite.

im not educated about the lab rats au so ill avoid commenting on it

guest mark is part of a house he hates, nobody listened when he said something was up with it, not even his own best friend. cesar is stuck all alone in the reflection of a mirror. guest jonah cant move at all, completely stuck in a wall. guest adam can move, but he cant ever leave.

spirit cesar literally got erased from existence by his best friend. shadow mark has to live with the guilt of that.

the characters lives get absolutely wrecked in ways that could never happen in reality but you write their reactions so realistically that it feels natural. their pain and grief and trauma are so realistic that its easy to have sympathy for them, even alt mark. alt mark is an absolute asshole but i think anyone would be if given his fate.

you can see how the characters got in the messes they did. its easy to be like "oh, theyre so dumb, i would never get myself in a mess like that" but you write the characters so realistically that it doesnt feel like a silly horror movie.

something that really stuck with me is the part in the alt au prologue fic where mark runs upstairs and quickly realizes he made a mistake just like so many characters in horror movies did. that detail made it feel so much more real.

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOUUU I LOVE THIS ANALYSIS /GEN

AND YEAH. I want to make it clear that. these characters are. well. human. at least in how they act and react. No one is perfect, with even the most moral and understanding characters having flaws that can lead to bad things happening, or simply being doomed to begin with. Even the villains have motive, and aren't your typical cocky, one note evil bad guys who just want pain on people for no reason.

These characters get bad endings not because of who they are or just for fun. but because in that scenario. A good ending would be. bittersweet at best. And the most likely scenario, taking into consideration the characters and how they act can be. bad.

For example, the alt au has that ending because of the fact that Mark refuses to let go of the past. the bad ending is his fault, and not because he's a one note villain but because he's just. unable to come to terms with what he is and the circumstances of his "death."

The MP Au gets that ending due to Adam's lust for knowledge he shouldn't have, and he is suffering the consequences for it. Not only he drags himself into damnation, but everyone around him as well. All because he was too focused on his own goals to care about those around him.

The HSH au ends up there due to cruel circumstances. Home used Mark and Cesar's poor friendship to its advantage to make them drift apart, feeding off of their negative feelings towards each other. Were either of them in the wrong? no. but neither of them were in the right either.

The only au I can say has a pretty good ending is the lab au, where the patients eventually escape. but. it's not all sunshine and rainbows cause. the damage had already been done. they can't magically reverse the mutations or mental fuckery they've gone under. They're like that for the rest of their lives, but. they're free. Bittersweet, really.

But yeah, the point is. the MAIN goal with these characters is to be. realistic. No one has magic plot armor where no harm can be done to them, no one is the perfect person who can easily be framed as the hero, no one is necessarily absolute pure evil as they have their own motivations and in some cases believe what they're doing is right. They're people. And their actions lead to scenarios that sometimes lead to horrible endings. It all depends really.

#asks are neat #tmc alternate au #mandela prophet #tmc labrats au #tmc home sweet home au #ahem. whoopsies!! sorry for uh. rambling for a bit.#But YEAHHH I. legit love more analytical comments on my stuff its so cool.#You put it really well.#I also just love. messing with these characters and making it clear that. no ones perfect.#Even the best person in these stories has flaws.#Cause. come on. a protagonist without flaws is just. a piece of white bread. dull. basic. and not worth raving about.

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mihrsuri · 5 months

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Superlatives of my Stories: 2023 Edition

I stole this meme from @petralemaitre

Leitmotif of the year: You get to be a survivor of sexual assault! You get to be a survivor of sexual assault! You get an OT3 and a Found Family! Or ‘that is yours, I am not’ across multiple fandoms.

My best story of this year: I think probably There’s Blood (On The Side Of The Mountain) which is the West Wing ‘CJ was kidnapped not Zoey’ AU, written from the POV of an outsider OC - it unfurled exactly how I wanted it to - an atmosphere of ambiguity as to what happened, what’s happening and what’s going to - also very narrowly focused.

My favorite and/or truest story of this year: My absolutely favourite thing I wrote was a tie between two Grishaverse stories - a Hunger Games AU and Get Wrecked Tante Heleen (tm) - Never Again (It’s Not An Act Of Love) & Karma (Is My Family)

They are both stories about found families, about how the narratives of those who abuse and hurt you aren’t true, about love as partnership - all kinds of love as well, about the gift of choice. Also stabbing some fuckers.

Story of mine most underappreciated by the universe, in my opinion: I think they’ve all been incredibly appreciated considering - actually possibly uneasy (with the semi divine) which is about Rings of Power Gil-galad and his attitude towards Elronds biracial identity which wasn’t not me as a biracial person having Feelings about it.

I would also always always love more comments on the Tudors OT3 Verse. More content in the OT3 verse in general but I understand it’s niche content.

Most fun story to write: Every single bit of You Belong With Us which was an absolute joy - there was so much love and trust and happiness (and then an undertone of sadness at not being able to express that love openly that I hope came through as well)

Story with the single sexiest moment: For me personally it’s House This Love (Of Ours)

Most "Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: Did I write Scarlet Pimpernel OT4 fic with a definite villain Chauvelin who is in love with both Blakeneys? Yes. Did I also manage to write (fictional versions) of Robert Dudley/Elizabeth I knife kink fic? Also yes. I maintain both of those are fine ;).

The Thomas Cromwell/Anne Boleyn/Henry VIII Harem AU is the most Dead Dove Do Not Eat in all honesty - I was having a lot of very personal trauma feelings in that one.

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: I wrote the Bartlet Daughters in I Tried To Rewrite It (But I Can’t) and I think that really made me think about both Ellie and Elizabeth Bartlet in a way I never had before - even though it’s obviously an AU verse it got me to recognise things about them and about the way they approach their parents high profile in very different ways.

Hardest story to write: It could have been the Knife Kink fic (because kink (all kink) is a giant personal trigger for me) but I think it might actually have been the OT3 verse fic because there’s so much thought and preparation that went into it - though the actual writing of the story isn’t actually the hard part.

Biggest disappointment: have not in fact written more of Crown Of Ashes, the Tudors OT3 Verse AU AU of ‘what happens when Mary Tudor gets everything she thinks she wanted and it turns out it absolutely sucks and turns to ashes for her’

Biggest surprise: Did not expect to be writing knife kink and also did not expect to fall headfirst back into writing West Wing fic but for the latter I have to credit the lovely Discord People and also @miabicicletta in particular.

Most unintentionally telling story: It is almost certainly In Our Bedroom (After The War) or the giant Grishaverse Cuddle Pile ficlet.

Best title: Only Wore This Doublet (So You Could Take It Off) is the aforementioned Elizabeth I/Robert Dudley knife kink fic and honestly I am so proud of that title. A+ use of Taylor Swift lyric.

Story I haven't yet written, but intend to: The Sam/Donna/Josh fic told in social media posts.

#meme

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fischerbees · 2 months

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Bite Me! - a lavashipping fanfic

[A/N after a long time I'm trying to post a fic on tumblr again, so bear with me :D gotta remember the steps...]

A werewolf AU with a sprinkle (a blizzard) of lavashipping because there is nothing else in my brain. Hopefully with a touch of mystical mystery! I'm trying to give it my own twist :]

Synopsis: On a simple quest to retrieve a few scrolls from an abandoned library, Cole and Kai get swarmed by a bunch of wild wolves. Lucky for them, their injuries aren't life-threatening. Unlucky for everyone, they begin to pick up strange new habits. And nights with moonlight crowning the night sky become sleepless.

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence! gore? I think it could be enough to be called that. food consumption issues...

Cross-posted on ao3 and wattpad!

[chapter 1 word count: 1185]

I. Hunted

Except for the path they followed, the forest was thick with lush trees. Their needles rustled as Kai and Cole pushed the branches out of their faces. Twigs snapped under their feet, almost muting the sound of their breathing. The forest was silent as if it was holding its breath. Something about the quizzical atmosphere made even Kai quiet down.

Funnily enough, it was Cole who broke the silence, despite being the one welcoming it with open arms any other time, “All right, am I the only one who thinks it's weird there's literally nothing? Shouldn't there be birds and deers, does, and fawns, and stuff?”

“We probably just scared them off.”

“We would hear that, though.”

“Jeez, Cole, what's your problem? At least there's no trouble.”

“It's weird.”

“You're weird.”

“And you're even weirder.” Despite the lack of any echo, their voices seemed to rumble through the whole place, almost shaking it like an earthquake. Cole was certain they were not being obscenely loud, although the forest seemed to disagree. They wrecked the stillness of the place like a thunder. Something about it made his nerves tingle, made all his hair rise, while he could not spot anything remotely dangerous. All he knew at the moment was that they had to get back to the others as fast as possible and get away from the strange place as far as possible.

Kai snorted, about to poke fun at Cole, who just caught his arm and made them both come to a stop. “Did you hear that?”

“For the sake of spinjitzu, Cole–” Rolling his eyes, Kai turned around, only to freeze on the spot. His eyes were glued to another pair of eyes staring right back at him. The forest was not significantly dark, they arrived around noon, yet the wolf’s eyes still seemed to glow. Cole did not hesitate to follow Kai’s stare.

“How did we not…?”

“Because you were too busy complaining that there's nothing !” It was probably not the best time to be glad about Kai’s volume coming back. But hearing his usual intense tone brought a sense of familiar comfort.

“Calm down before you freak him out!”

Until he felt claws sink through his clothes into his skin, Kai had no idea there were more than one. When he managed to get the second wolf off himself, he learnt that they were not only surrounded, they were absolutely outnumbered. And even when there were so many that Kai could not even see Cole anymore, more and more wolves still seemed to be coming. Kai tried to fight them off but all that did was help them get his skin torn until he felt his blood dripping all over his body as if he just got out of a bloody shower.

“Cole!” he yelled over all the growls and barks and snarls to no avail. All he could see was silver fur and their sharp pearl white teeth and claws. Their eyes seemed almost dead despite the shine but the burning of his wounds was more than enough to confirm that they were, in fact, very much alive and bloodthirsty.

Their bodies kept smashing into him, knocking the wind out of his lungs until he was not even able to call for his teammate. To top it all off, all the sudden noise gave Kai a headache, as if there was not enough piercing pain. If he does not stand his ground, it all might as well be over.

After throwing off another one with a growl of his own, Kai noticed a living pile at the bottom of which surely must be Cole. It was the exact scenario replaying in his head whenever one of his feet lost touch with the ground.

And it couldn't be good, especially once he heard a pained cry that was unmistakably Cole’s. A cry that haunted his days and nights.

“ Cole! ” He had no time to ponder over the fact that there was zero echo, as if they were in open space and not surrounded by hundreds of trees. Once again there was this burning feeling inside his chest threatening to swallow him whole from the inside until he redirected it into his hands and onto the wolves. The pain mixed with frustration was blinding.

Physical strength was not going to be of any use, however, fire was a very effective way to fight his way out. Soon their growls changed into yowling and their numbers went down as they ran back into the trees where they came from. Kai began firing at the pile over Cole with no mercy for the animals until they were all gone and burning and slowly the forest fell silent back again. He didn’t worry about where the animals had gone, once his vision cleared again, all of his focus was on Cole. A habit that surprisingly did not get him killed yet. Although it got close a few times.

“Cole.” Both of their gis were torn into shreds with blood seeping all around, getting easily lost in their respective colours. Kai dropped to his knees next to Cole and as carefully as he could, turned him around. For the sake of his sanity, he tried to mute out whines and avoid looking at the raw wounds but one called for his attention nevertheless. Cole was clutching his shoulder with blood running all over his arm and when Kai finally pried his hand away to check it, he saw a bite mark. Most likely the reason for the yell.

Kai never had an issue with seeing blood and all kinds of wounds, he was used to administering first aid, it was all a sole part of his life, however, the thumping of his heart and all the adrenaline rushing through his veins and seeing Cole covered head to toe in blood made him sick to his stomach. He never should have tried to ignore his gut, the forest was weird and they had to get the fuck away from whatever was going on in there before they get tangled into another huge mess.

Ironically, it was supposed to be a quick and simple mission. As per usual.

He should have known better. Now Cole was clenching his jaw shut in pain. Lucky for them both, he didn't have to struggle with his sleeve for too long to tear off some to tie the wound. It should be enough for the quick walk back to the rest of the team.

“Where the fuck did they come from?” Cole muttered, his breath rigid. He had only on eye opened to stare at Kai.

“No idea.” Kai took his not-really uninjured hand and helped Cole get back up, supporting him to continue on their way. “Come on, we shouldn't be far from the others, we'll get you patched up.”

“You need patching up yourself, you look like a mess.”

“A hot mess, baby. Come on.”

Cole spat out some blood. “I am so going to murder Jay for this.”

“Well, we are a team, so I gotta help you with that.”

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Masterlist Next chapter >

#ninjago #lego ninjago #kai smith #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #cole brookstone #kai x cole #kai ninjago #cole ninjago #lavashipping #ninjago lavashipping #werewolf #werewolves #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #please tell me i remember this right lol i haven't done this in years #bite me lava au

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whollyjoly · 4 months

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tag game

✨get to know me✨

thank you @xxluckystrike @panzershrike-pretz @luckynumber4 for the tags my loves 💕

- Name:

em! (although Occasional Cult Leader and Obsessed With Alton More are acceptable as well 😂)

- Pronouns:

she/her/hers!

- Star sign:

CRAB SIGN CRAB SIGN CRAB SIGN 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 ...no but actually im cancer sun cancer moon cancer mercury, the stars really said fuck you you're gonna be an emotional wreck and they were goddamn right

- # of siblings and fun facts about them (if you have any):

only child babyyyyyyyy ...well technically i have three step-sibs, but they are all older and were out of the house by the time our parents moved in together, so i never really? experienced sibling-ness with them?

- # of pets & their names:

my baby, my child, my little monster, the love of my life, my sweet cat BD-2 💕 she is an absolute fluffy menace, little miss priss, the queen of the castle, and im obsessed with her. nicknames include: Squeaky (cause she doesn't meow, she squeaks), Squeaks, The Squeaky One, The Lord Squeaketh (and The Lord Demandeth the Play), Shrimp Whiskers, Menace, Floof Creature, Angel Who Has Never Done Any Wrong, and Baby 🥰

- Fandoms:

lord i have been in so many fandoms over my many tumblr years...right now its full Band of Brothers hyperfixation season, but I'm watching M*A*S*H for the first time right now and slowly am falling into the rabbit hole also im a star wars girlie from way back (shoutout to all my old clone wars moots who were probably like "what the fuck" when i started posting about wwii men, sorry not sorry) also also: watcher, doctor who, star trek (tos mostly), chernobyl, and various other things, as a treat✨

- Favorite color:

im an olive green girlie, although deep purple has a special place in my heart!

- Favorite song:

holocene by bon iver ❤️ it's my all time favorite song, the song i listen to when my anxiety feels overwhelming, what i put on when i need to center myself and get out of my head. (someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me)

- Favorite author (of anything readable - books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!):

sooooo my all-time fav book is Invisible Cites by Italo Calvino!! i am absolutely obsessed with the way he describes physical places and emotions, the metaphors and imagery and the way he describes the feeling a place or person can give you without actually describing it at all? it's both dreamlike and ethereal and grounded and real at the same time, and i just....love it so much. here's one of my favorite bits from the book:

Cities & The Sky [3] Those who arrive at Thekla can see little of the city, beyond the plank fences, the sackcloth screens, the scaffoldings, the metal armatures, the wooden catwalks hanging from ropes or surrounded by sawhorses, the ladders, the trestles. If you ask, "Why is Thekla's construction taking such a long time?" the inhabitants continue hoisting sacks, lowering leaded strings, moving long brushes up and down, as they answer, "So that its destruction cannot begin." And if asked whether they fear that, once the scaffoldings are removed, the city may begin to crumple and fall to pieces, they add hastily, in a whisper, "Not only the city." If, dissatisfied with the answers, someone puts his eye to a crack in a fence, he sees cranes pulling up other cranes, scaffoldings that embrace other scaffoldings, beams that prop up other beams. "What meaning does your construction have?" he asks. "What is the aim of a city under construction unless it is a city? Where is the plan you are following, the blueprint?" "We will show it to you as soon as the working day is over; we cannot interrupt our work now," they answer. Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say.

- Favorite fic type:

oh i will eat up...anything. literally anything. BUT if i had to pick, i have a special place in my heart for: soulmate AUs, angst with a happy ending, fake relationship AUs, hurt/comfort, time loops, magical realism AUs (particularly if canon-divergent), and the good old classic, fluffy modern AUs 💕

- Favorite Holiday:

i fucking...love christmastime okay?? i love the traditions my family has for it, like Short Feast on the winter solstice (where we eat Short Ribs and Short Grain Rice and Short Vegetables and Shortbread and put on our Short Pants and drink Short Bottles of Whiskey and go outside to Welcome the Coming of the Light, after the Longest Night of the Year), as well as finding/writing poems on Christmas Eve and walking to the large 600+ year old sequoia trees in our neighborhood to recite them and bring good energy to the new year, to watching It's A Wonderful Life every year. holidays and traditions are so much what you make of it, and i love the energy my family brings into it - nothing is precious, but everything is sacred.

- Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, anything!)?:

ye, i have a bf!

- Hobbies:

i love to cross-stitch! it helps my adhd ass brain focus on things, so if ever im watching a show or listening to a podcast, i usually have a hoop in my hands. i also love board games - particularly social deception games! and of course - watching tv/movies, reading fic, consuming media, making moodboards, dreaming up fic ideas, and all the lovely things you see me talk about here on tumblr 💕

- Fun facts about you:

uhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont?? know if i have a fun fact?? about me??? OH WAIT okay this is for the bob fans out there - so i was visiting philly not all that long ago, and went to both front street and 17th street in south philly For Our Boys, bill and babe ❤️ and while i was there, i went into a bookstore that was right on s 17th street... and they had a SINGLE copy of bill and babe's book!! i got it of course, and it felt like it was absolutely meant to be!!

tagging, if you want!: @sweetxvanixlla @ronsparky @coco-bean-1218 @onlyyouexisthere @mutantmanifesto @samwinchesterslostshoe @ewipandora @blood-mocha-latte

#em speaks #tag game #something fun and simple for the new year!#i live for the best something of hell #Spotify

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pro-mammonologist · 8 months

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Are you working on any requests right now? 🎤🎤🎤

Ugh okay so fun fact. I got covid and I’ve been writing that mammon birthday thing and I’m like halfway done AND I’m writing a novel, so everything is occupying me. I can do requests but not like full fics. I can do my opinions on something, a little blurb or just small little drabbles of horny shit.

Also ALSO. I really really really really have been goin nuts for sub mammon. AND condescending dom Lucifer. And Diavolo being really sweet but absolutely wrecking mc.

So like with requests you’ll get the best from those 3. And maybe Satan.

And I definitely want more requests CUZ I need a break from writing my novel and school and shit.

SO YES. HAVE FUN. PLS FEED MY BRAIN. I’m so feral for the demon bros rn cuz I’m ovulating. I’m like in need of being impregnated by some demon dick.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date

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kingfisherprince · 11 months

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well, now even though no one is asking i figure i might as well finish posting the old stains commentary? so here's the final part.

i. intro

the title, clay stains when you rise, was based off a conversation i had around the french open with who else but @boockaroo, where she referred to rafa as her “lucky clay-stained horse” (a reference to her series, bet on, which — if you haven’t already, go read it) and i knew i had to use something based off that.

when i started writing this, i knew absolutely nothing about it, except that it was going to be happy. it might not seem like it, but i am a sucker for happy endings, or at least hopeful ones. i like to think i delivered :)

ii. Afterwards, everything stays the same, except maybe it’s better than it was - but then again, maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

this is a callback to the last line of pt 1: “afterwards, everything changes, and still everything stays the same.” i don’t think it has that much significance, beyond being a callback and also saying, y’know, talking things out isn’t that easy. even if you try, it might not work.

iii. If you ask him about the things he loves, there’s a lot that he’ll say…[]

i wrote this pretty early on, and i actually had a lot of fun just listing out things that are important to the rafa of this series. looking back, this is probably the place where the ocean imagery started, and having it here was the reason it kept coming to the fore later.

one of the main points is, this isn't a complete list. it's very generic, hits a few high points. friends, family, home? sure, everyone loves those. things which are not on the list aren't necessarily things he doesn't love. aligned water bottles? aren't there. and that's important, because roger isn't there either.

iv. When he falls, it leaves its mark on him, colour streaked across his clothes and skin - and when he gets up, he leaves his mark on it.

this is the only other thing i knew about this fic starting out. while i was writing pt 1, the idea of this line came to me (remember, this was back when these fics were still character studies based on playing surface). it’s a reference to a number of different ideas. foremost, the effect rafa has had on tennis, but also its effect on him. the same thing applies to roger, and being in love. things that go both ways.

v. It shouldn’t be possible…[]

what does rafa say when he rejects roger in the first fic? “no” of course, and then "is no possible." that second part is woven throughout this fic, upheld, destroyed, dismantled, twisted. where belief was the strongest theme in pt 2, this time it is possibility. the impossibility of their relationship, of the fact that they even want that, of coming back from injury, of so many things.

i don't believe that nothing is impossible. i think you have to be either foolish or painfully idealistic to believe that. but i do believe that the line of what things are, in fact, impossible, is something far past what most of us think of when we say that word.

vi. Here is the truth…[]

once again, a bit of a callback to pt 1, the way roger thinks that rafa always means what he says. okay, so he does. great. so then he’s always telling the truth. but what does that do to the truths and lies motif, does it get wrecked? i think not.

i opened with a truth so that we would assume that roger’s initial assessment is correct — but wait, there is a lie, and then we’re very deliberately vague about that lie. he never tells it? so how can it be his lie? i clear it up later, and it’s still possible to understand at this point, but i wanted to be a little confusing, a little unclear. rafa is, i think, a little more difficult to understand than we give him credit for.

vii. hallway scene

so, speaking of rafa, remember how i mentioned that i wrote him a little too one-dimensionally in pt 1? yeah, that strikes here. actually it struck throughout this fic, i don’t think i wrote a very strong version of him at all and in the future i’ll have to figure out a more distinct characterization of him. but especially this scene i put a lot of effort into, and i think it’s the best i wrote him in all of pt 3.

i guess something i really like is his sense of humour? i think it gets lost in translation a lot, of course, but i love what little glimpses we get of it in english. i tried to convey both that it exists and that it can be easily missed. also things like impulsivity in the way he reaches for roger’s hand (oh yes! and it establishes handshakes, hand-holding, etc. as an important motif) and asks him out to dinner.

in the meantime, i flattened out roger’s character to better fit rafa’s pov. so here we get a very enigmatic roger, nice but not really, on-edge but polite, all sorts of oddities, if that makes any sense. it’s always interesting to write people from each other’s eyes. and this time i didn’t even have to struggle afterwards because of it lol

viii. The thing about pain is this…[]

fear, sadness, pain — these didn't end up being a very pretty triad, did they? but they are some of my favourite pieces of anaphora in the series, and i think pain is the best executed of them, in the sense that i was deliberately vague about the difference, if any, between physical and emotional pain, and that lent everything a bit of extra depth.

i tried to use this segment in the same way actual pain would feel to the rafa of this fic: so light you ignore it, then so heavy it takes over everything, then fading out again.

ix. restaurant scene

does rafa know why he extends the invitation? no, not really, he wasn’t thinking much about it. i also wasn’t thinking much about it or what was going to happen in the dinner scene, except that i wanted to write one. i love italy, not only the food but the weather, the way the roads unfold, the way you cross streets with cars on them. it’s a very limited experience, but i loved it, so i enjoyed getting to set a handful of scenes there.

there are a lot of things here that are deliberately reverse parallels to the first fic, and this is one of them. it's even referenced in text, when roger asks if this is like the cafe; rafa says no, but i did write it to be the counterpoint to the cafe. while that scene led to them playing video games, inching closer to being in love, this time they stay at the restaurant. they reset the barrier at friendship.

my favourite scenes to write are always conversations, so i really enjoyed this one. i went into it, like most things in this fic, not knowing how it would turn out or which direction it would lead me, and when it handed me their repaired friendship i wasn't sure how to take it. that's something i had to deal with in the next scene.

x. Are you alright?...[]

this was an idea i had early on, that when rafa's knees begin to act up in halle, that roger doesn't ask him about his health. that was fine, until i went back and wrote the restaurant scene, and now they're friends, so… how does that work? roger's not so bad of a friend that he doesn't care about rafa's health, we know that.

so then it became more that they don't know what it means, really, to be friends, or how to be that for each other. it's a running theme of this fic that they don't actually succeed when they try to do that. either they're nothing or they're everything, and what lies in between is not possible.

xi. Here is the lie again, the only one Rafael Nadal has ever been able to tell:

the lie is silence. that’s the point, that he never tells it, that it’s a lie of omission, that he doesn’t say anything but the truth. that’s why i never write the lie, because who needs to write silence? i was worried at one point that it was too obscure, but then i reminded myself that i am not as subtle as i like to think i am…

also i make it increasingly obvious as the fic goes on that it is silence, to the point where i think you would just need to not be reading the entire thing in order to miss that. this is the second time, so it’s increasing in clarity as it goes.

xii. The floor of that room must have seen a lot of things, he thinks, of all kinds. Pain and joy and loss, and all of them are tears in the end.

what to say, i just love this line.

no really, that’s it. i don’t know, i love the idea of places and objects having significance, and i just. yeah, i just really like this line. probably part of it was inspired by this fic, where there’s just a focus on the floor for a solid minute, but it was also just my head musing on locker rooms. it’s a theme i really like, and i’ll probably revisit it sometime, maybe in a longer form.

xiii. the recovery scenes

there’s always Those Scenes, the stupidly difficult ones, y’know? and this time, it was these. it’s always the transition scenes that are the hardest, at least for me. so once again, this is basically the last thing that i wrote, yada yada yada, all of that.

except i actually am… okay with how it turned out. the repetition of “wanting” was nice, when i wrote the final scene i could bring that back and it worked well. as for the the phone call scene, i didn’t know it was going to be dialogue. i thought i would just write like a super vague timeskip-ish thing, and then i didn’t know how to do that and also say what i wanted to say (which is: roger cares, and roger calls. repeatedly. it helps.)

xiv. There’s a video game…[]

i knew rafa’s strikethrough text section had to be a video game, so i was looking around for games that were on ps3 around this time, and then i remembered: journey! this one is iconic, it’s pretty much exactly as i described it. not many people play these days, so the communal aspect is diminished, but it’s still so beautiful and so worth it, and it really helped tie this fic around the idea of recovery.

i wrote this before almost everything else, and weirdly enough it feels almost like a catalyst for the conclusion, even though it doesn’t technically happen in-story. it’s rafa’s realisation that he could keep doing what he’s doing, and it would be fine — or he could try again with roger, and it would be better.

xv. “Thank you,” he says, and doesn’t know entirely what for…[]

i mean. something that i found interesting as i wrote this fic was that the reasons rafa decided it wouldn't the first time, roger’s sore-loserness, all of that… doesn’t change. at least, not beyond the obvious of roger becoming better at losing by virtue of doing it more often, and so this fic doesn’t really address that. i found that a bit odd, and a bit like i was doing their relationship development an injustice by not spending more time on that; this is pretty much the only line where i imply that it’s gotten better.

because in the end i think that i decided that it doesn't matter. or at least, rafa decided that it doesn’t matter. possibility, impossibility, winning, losing, all of that, even if roger stops talking to him for a week after every time they play, he’s decided a life without that is easier than dealing with it. so in a very broad sense, this is a nod to, and a resolution to, the earlier problems, but really it’s just a reunion.

xvi. Afterwards, if tears sting his eyes, it’s certainly not for pain.

obviously a direct callback to the idea that before, it was for pain not joy, and now it’s the other way around. we play constantly with tears being for different emotions, with pain because both physical and emotional, and this is a little bit the end of those ideas.

xvii. final scene

so we start again on the practice courts, a direct return to the location of the first fic — except of course, clay instead of grass, RG instead of wimbledon. there’s a portion of this before they start talking which is very deliberate. conversations are hard. they’ve tried to have this conversation at least two or three times. it’s never worked, and they’re hesitant to do it again.

and then they do try, and it seems like it’s failing, for all the usual reasons. rafa still isn’t clear about exactly what it is that he wants, and roger is still angry (because remember — rafa gets sad, and he gets angry. that’s how their reactions differ.) and the language barrier is Not Helping

but eventually they overcome that, and rafa’s lines here are something i am very happy with. the point isn’t for him to tell roger he’s in love with him. they both know they're in love with each other, that's not the problem. the problem is the assumption they both have that that because of tennis, they can't be together, and i wanted rafa to talk about just... life, in a way, to challenge that assumption. to say, we can have this, we can have all of it. or at least we can try.

because in many ways this is a fic about trying. trying to come back from injury, trying to reconcile love and tennis, trying to make something work.

xviii. Right now, he doesn’t let go.

in a series centred around the motif of “afterwards” this was the only way i could end it. i knew that since the very beginning, and it felt amazing to write this line finally, finally. usually i write out of order, but i wanted to hold off on putting this down until everything really had come to a close.

xix. random stuff

this one has a lot of songs i would recommend listening to, which is weird, because i actually didn't listen to music at all while working on it. chasing cars by snow patrol, speakers by alec benjamin, coldplay's yellow, somewhere only we know by keane… if it's soft and a bit romantic, it fits.

since i already spoke about inspiration in here, i can go ahead i think and credit the wonderful meretricula’s “i think i heard that line once in a beatles song” for a lot of the characterization in this series, especially parts 1, 2, and 3 (no seriously, i cannot underestimate its influence on me)

xx. final thoughts

i think this will be the favourite fic of most people that read the series. for me, it'll always be the first one, but i liked this a lot as well. it took me the least time to complete, which i'm very happy about, because it was also a bit longer than the others, and it feels like an improvement to be able to do more quality writing in a shorter span of time. when things were going well a lot of it sort of wrote itself. it combines a lot of the flow from the first fic with the coherence and focus on conversation from the second.

i had some trouble with this commentary. maybe because i was hesitant to finish and then have to let go of this series all over again. but i'm comfortable with that now. i'm done. and it's been fun.

#remember that this was originally written like last year #which is why the throwback tbh #tennis rpf #fic: clay stains when you rise #series: stained in your colours #fisherkings fic

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First off, I would read anything you write 💜 Secondly, the title 'It's only a problem if you don't have a solution' sounds way fun and I'm here for it

Thank you so much! I spend most of my writing energy on bysotid which is why all of these are floating in WIP land... they get love when I need to work on something else because whatever bysotid scene is simmering in the background.

I have mentioned this fic before, but I don't know if it was titled then or if I shared a snippet. This is basically the "Sassy has come across one too many Yuuri the Virgin fics. Where are are all the Viktor the Virgin fics? Specifically Viktor the Virgin gets wrecked by Yuuri fics?"

Add in a dash of Chris being Chris and putting the whole thing into motion and we have "It's only a problem if you don't have a solution"!

I will say this one was really hard to snippet because everything I've written on it amuses me....

Viktor nodded. “Um. Yes.” Viktor fidgeted with the cup, finally putting it down and turning to Chris. “I’ve heard all your stories, find you attractive, and well, I trust you. And aren’t you always telling the little skaters that they shouldn’t run into things without thinking about it and without trusting their partners?”

Chris blinked at him. “You listen to my sex talks in the locker rooms?”

Again, Viktor nodded. “It seems… pertinent sometimes.”

Chris was quiet for almost too long and Viktor stared at him, worried he’d pushed past some sort of line that he wasn’t even aware existed. Probably didn’t know it existed because it wasn’t visible to virgins. Viktor looked away and his shoulders hunched. It was fine. This still wasn’t a problem. Being a virgin was not a problem.

“What did you want to do?” Chris’s hand landed on his knee and Viktor turned to face him. It was not the face of someone out to seduce him, but instead the face of his friend asking an honest question.

Viktor shook his head. “I told you. Have sex.”

“I know. I heard that part, but how? Obviously we’re talking with a man otherwise you wouldn’t have asked me, but do you think you’d like to be on top or the bottom? Neither?”

Oh. Oh. Of course. “Well, when I’ve thought about it…” Viktor trailed off. He had thought about it, thought about it a lot. It wasn’t like he’d never touched himself, after all. It just had never started with a conversation like this. And those fantasies had always ended with him on the “Bottom.”

“Oh.” Chris leaned back.

“Is that the wrong answer?”

Shaking his head, Chris chuckled. “There is no such thing as a wrong answer in this conversation. Just the issue of preferences not necessarily aligning.” Chris smiled at him. “Bottoming is a good choice. It’s my personal preference. And while I could top, or we could do something a little different... I think that for your first time, you deserve the best. There’s always your second or third or--”

“Chris!” Viktor sighed. Of course. He should have seen this coming, but he wasn’t ready to give up that easily. Giving up was not in Viktor’s vocabulary. “I could--”

Chris shook his head. “No, if you want to be taken, you should be taken exquisitely, and I know just who to call for that.”

Viktor’s eyes widened as Chris reached for his phone and Viktor shot his hand out to grab Chris’s wrist. “No! No, please, I don’t want every single figure skater to know!”

Chris reached out with his free hand and stroked Viktor’s cheek. “Don’t worry, mon ami. No one will know. In fact, even if it does get out, no one would ever believe it. People see what they want to see, after all.” Chris set the phone back down. “I won’t message him now, though, think about it and let me know before you go to Japan for those ice shows.”

Viktor nodded.

***

Chris He sent a pic. He’s in the corner by the wall. Absolutely gorgeous You’ll know who it is when you see him

Viktor If he’s skating in the ice show, you could have just told me who it is

Chris Nope. This is much more fun

Of course Chris would think that this was fun. It wasn’t fun at all. Viktor sighed and pulled the door open and headed straight for the counter, not bothering to look around. He wasn’t ready. He was more than ready for sex, but this little meet-cute or whatever that Chris was trying to arrange, Viktor was not ready for that.

Latte in hand, Viktor scanned the seating. There was only one person that Viktor recognized in the whole café and he was, in fact, sitting in the corner by the wall, and he was, in fact, gorgeous. Viktor was also not sure what game Chris was playing, but was sure that he was, in fact, playing a game.

“Hi, Yuuri!” Viktor set down his coffee and slid into the seat across from Yuuri Katsuki before he could change his mind. “I hope that I didn’t keep you waiting long. I got a bit turned around. We should have just come together from the rink, don’t you think?”

Yuuri was staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Viktor glanced down at the table, this was not going well already. One of Yuuri’s hands was clinging to his coffee cup so tightly Viktor thought the ceramic might shatter while the other was nervously fidgeting with the spoon before suddenly stopping. “Sorry. Um. Chris didn’t tell me who I was meeting.”

Viktor looked up at the quiet voice. Yuuri’s gaze slid away from him and to the wall when he realised that Viktor was looking at him again. It was sweet, cute even, how nervous Yuuri was. This was also not what Viktor asked Chris to do.

Viktor wanted someone to fuck him. He wasn’t looking to be set up on a meet-cute.

Yuuri Katsuki didn’t seem like the type who would fulfill that first bit.

#yuri on ice #yuri on ice fanfiction #yuuri katsuki #viktor nikiforov #wip game #viktor the virgin #it's only a problem if you don't have a solution #genre: I think it's obvious where it's going #also blame @shemakesmeforget for this one #And yes Chris totally gives sex talks to the younger (17/18/19) year old baby skaters in locker rooms as PSAs because he just wants #everyone to have happy healthy and fun sex lives #also if anyone ever needs a condom he's the go to for that #XD XD XD

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