#good gosh this is mushy sap

[mushiewrites]

Omg I just thought of something and I have no idea how no one has ever thought of this. Mirror tickles. Holding someone in a backwards hug and making them watch you tickle them through the mirror

I was ranting to @awkwardtickleetoo about this earlier and....yeah we decided this is definitely not allowed 🫠

I don't have a specific paring bc I can see this being perfect for soooo many people but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ here we go

so the way i see it, it's definitely a backwards hug but they're sitting on the ground or a bed, so the lee is laying back against the ler's chest. the ler would have their arms wrapped around the lees waist, tkling into the sides, ribs and tummy (basically where they can), and the ler's legs wrap over the lees thighs, so they realllllly can't go anywhere. and the ler would be at a perfect position to do neck raspberries, nibbles and kisses, and whisper teases into the lees ears to make them melt

but something eeeellllsssseeee we talked about was the possibility of a second person 😵‍💫

bc okay....the one thing this is perfect for would be for the second ler to hold the lees jaw up, so that they couldn't look away from the mirror. (of course the lee could always close their eyes! but.....the tks won't stop until they open them!!! oh no!!!! the horror!!!). so they're forced to look at the ler's hands wiggling all over their torso, and how red their own face gets from watching the tks, and from the teases about how flustering this must be from the ler...

..another thing we talked about was the second ler moving down towards the lees legs and slowly pulling off one of their shoes......the lee would be screaming, begging, squirming - anything to get away. but the first ler is still holding their thighs down with their legs! and the second ler just slides a leg over the lees shins to keep the ankles down! this of course leads to the sock being taken off too....so one bare foot to focus on while the other remains in the shoe.......😖

and and AND!!!! towards the end, after the second ler had been lazily dragging their finger all over the wiggly foot, and after the first ler traces little circles into their tummy, the second ler would then move and straddle the lees shins, blocking the lees view as to what they're going to do next. and the lers would tease them about how the lee finally got what they wanted!!! they dont have to look anymore!!!! they dont have to watch their most sensitive spots being exploited! they just have to feeeeel it (:

and the lee cant decide if not being able to see anymore is better or worse 🫠

so anyway.......yeah...mirror tks amirite....

[love-anddeepression]

Sunshine: Geto Suguru x reader

a/n:my first jjk fic! this is all over the place i’m so sorry! weird time skips, this fic spans months btw, angst, non sorcerer!reader, probably ooc geto, scratch that INCREDIBLY ooc geto, but he’s my boy idc

The first time he sees you, he’s at a fast food joint. Satoru is going ham on a burger like the pig he is, mayonnaise smeared on the tip of his nose as he all but inhales his food.

The expression on his face as he gawks concerned at his friend is one to be framed.

It’s also what makes you, who is seated on the table opposite, snort out a laugh. one that makes him look at you. you and the smile you’re trying to hide.

The first thing he notices about you are your mischievous eyes. lovely ones that are creased in silent laughter. then your crinkled nose. and the your downturned lips.

His own quirk as his head tilts a little to look at you more intently. pretty, his mind supplies as you tuck strands of messy hair behind your ears as you munch the last of your fries.

Gojo tracks his gaze and grins.

“Hehe, Suguru.” he teases, “she’s pretty.”

isnt she just. Suguru thinks, but out loud he says, “shut up, satoru." with a roll of his eyes. They soften as he looks at you again only to widen when he sees that you're already looking at him.

You look away instantly, hiding your face from him.

Pretty, he thinks again, and he can’t stop thinking about you for a while.

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The second time he encounters you is a surprise. He fully expected to never see you again, but here you are, smiling up at him as you hand him a piece of paper and walk away to where your friend giggles and takes your hand and leads you to a store.

Away from him. Careful fingers unfold the piece of paper:

:) you’re cute.

His cheeks feel warm as he scratches the back of his neck with a small smile. Suddenly he’s pushed forward as the weight of another crashes into him from behind.

Satoru grins at the note in Sugurus hand, “She leave her number or what?”

Suguru looks down at the note again, and right next to your sweet words are hastily scrabbled digits. He grins with yet another blush, “Mhmm.”

Satoru laughs at the expression on his best friends face, “Shoko’s going to rag you.”

He looks away with a roll of his eyes.

—————————-

His first conversation/date with you is hilarious. Over a cup of steaming tea, he convinces you that the school he attends is a retreat for where children are to learn the harsh realities of life. A sort of military school.

He supposes he’s not really wrong about that.

When you ask him what crime hes committed for his family to send him to a place like this, he laughs. Says that the only crime he’s ever committed is that a year ago, he contemplated bleaching his hair so that he could try and dye it.

You gasp, a sweet hushed, “No!” escapes your pouty lips, “Your beautiful hair!”

He chuckles, lying down in his bed and staring at the ceiling, replaying your words over and over again.

Maybe next time he’ll tell you how pretty he thinks you are. Maybe next time he’ll buy you that chocolate stuffed bun you were making eyes at.

He drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face. His hair splayed out over his pillow.

—————

‘hope ur doing good :3’

Instant messaging is such a blessing, he thinks as he types his reply to you:

‘i’d be better if u were here :)’

Gosh he’s being such a sap. He can already imagine you look away from your phone with a smile as you cover your face and roll your eyes..

He’s had only two physical dates with you so far, but he uses his free time to talk to you and you only, acknowledging Satoru’s antics and Shoko’s quips with a quirk of his lips and a nod of his head.

Satoru flicks his forehead sharply, drawing him out of his mushy headspace that’s full of flowers and scented candles and thoughts of you. He mumbles a curse at his best friend, who only teasingly whistles, making Shoko laugh at how flushed Suguru currently is.

“When’re you gonna introduce us, Suguru?” Satoru questions with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“You idiots will scare her off if i introduce her to you this quick. We just started dating.” he mumbles, shutting his phone.

Satoru eyes him and glances at Shoko with a grin.

"Whatever you're thinking," Suguru glares, "Stop it."

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The flashing lights of the arcade only make you look more lovely, he thinks as you smile at him after he takes your hand.

The others are somewhere on the other side of the complex and he'd snuck away to meet you, eyes crinkling when he saw you win a round of space crusaders for a little kid who grinned and hugged your legs.

"You're staring." you hum, as you lead him through the arcade.

He scoffs, "You're delusional."

"You're so getting ragged!"

The both of you turn around to see Gojo Satoru, with the biggest grin on his face, his hand on his hip and his phone positioned to take a photo.

Suguru groans, "Ugh. Ignore him, he's annoying." he tries to walk away.

"Hi!" you wave with a smile, "I'm guessing you like burgers?"

Gojo laughs, his hand coming to rest on Suguru's shoulder, “Hey, yourself. I like burgers just as much as Suguru over here fancies you!”

Suguru elbows the boy and you snicker, introducing yourself to the white-haired boy who winks at you and gives you his name.

Is the rest history?

Not quite.

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He worries about you sometimes. When he sees you so selflessly help someone, or when you give up your seat for another when they wouldn’t do the same for you. He doesn’t mind that you’re going to have to sit on his lap for a bit, but he worries. Because you’re so good. So kind. The type of selfless that will only lead to you getting hurt.

Shoko’s surprisingly become close to you. It’s absurd, how you’re from a world so different and yet you gel so well with them. How even Satoru, someone who held disdain for the weak, warms up to you.

It might have been the sweets you’d bought him from your hometown, but that’s another story.

Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and thinks it’s all a dream. That you can’t possibly be real, but then his eyes catch the poster you’d bought him and he smiles.

He thinks you’re too good for this world. For him.

—-

Markets are crowded. It’s a fact. A fact he’s known since he was a child and came to help his mother. He’s used to the shuffling. But today for some reason, he can’t seem to bear the noise. The shouting, the yelling, the shoving. Akin to the clapping that’s been playing over and over in his mind.

His hand holds yours, and you’re guiding him through the crowd. You don’t say much, you haven’t said much since he’d met you today. He’s been exceptionally reserved, for lack of a better term. It’d been an asswipe of a mission, the curse leaving a disgusting aftertaste in his mouth that stayed even after he scrubbed his tongue, swashed mouthwash and chewed gum. The memories of a young girl and a man with a gun and his dying best friend all too fresh in his head.

You’re not a person who pushes. Who demands that he tell you exactly what’s going on with him. But you know when he down. He feels guilty when he doesn’t talk much because he knows it makes you feel like you’ve done something wrong.

So he takes your hand in his and asks you to guide him through the market because he’s tired and can’t think.

Second to Satoru, he’s the strongest. But he can be just him, with you. He can rely on you to power through a fuckass crowd, he can hold onto you like you’re the anchor in the storm.

And when someone shoves into you, almost separating the two of you without so much as an apology, he stands still, stunned at the uncharacteristic anger on your face.

“Oi!” you shout at the stranger who turns back, an eyebrow raised, “Watch where you’re going, you dropped your shit!”

Suguru’s prepared to step in if things escalate, if you throw the bag of fruit at the mans face. But you just walk up to him, your mouth still in a frown.

Shoving the bag into the man’s hand, you say, “Don’t bump into people like that.”

The man stutters an apology, lowering his head before stumbling away through the crowd.

“Asshole.” you mutter before turning back around and smiling at him.

He’s never wanted to kiss you more.

——-

He leaves one night, after holding you close to him on a park bench and breathing your scent in.

You hold his hand tight, a bracelet he’d given you snug on your wrist.

The park is dark, the moonlight illuminates your face as you look up at him. Your other hand cups his cheek and for the last time, Suguru kisses you. He kisses you and kisses you. His eyebrows are furrowed and his hands are in your hair. He kisses you till he can’t breathe.

,“You’re too kind for this world. Too good.” he whispers, “Why are you the way that you are?” he nudges your cheek, his eyes closed as he nuzzles you.

“Most people suck.” you say, “They give people bad experiences and ruin their days. I’m not too kind, Suguru.” your fingers trace his features, “I just try not to ruin their day.”

“The bar is low.” he murmurs, “Would you like it if the people who sucked didn’t exist?”

You snort, “I guess. But that would also mean my parents wouldn’t exist. Or some of my teachers, or sometimes even me.” you look into his eyes, “No one good is ever truly good, Sugu. And no one bad is ever truly bad.”

He breathes in when you say that, his eyes softening when he sees you smile, “You enamour me, you know that?” he murmurs.

When he hugs you goodbye, he whispers in your ear, “I love you.”

You hold it close to your heart. It’s the last thing he ever says to you.

———

“Geto-sama! Wake up! It’s late!” Nanako’s shrill cries pull him out of his slumber.

He doesn’t jolt awake or sit up straight, his eyes open slowly, sunlight kisses his skin, akin to your warmth. He clenches his jaw, where the whispers of your peppered kisses will always stay.

His back groans as he sits up, hes aging. A reminder that his life is not what it used to be. And you are not next to him.

He scoffs, it doesn’t matter where you are, whether you’re alive or dead. He cracks his knuckles before patting Nanako’s head with a smile and padding to the bathroom.

Geto Suguru lost all affection for inferior beings, monkeys. He sees them as weeds to be plucked out of the earth, trampled on and burnt. And that is what he will do.

He will ensure that every non sorcerer is exterminated, and he will revel in their suffering. He will lead his followers and curses to a glorious battle to create a better world. He will make merry with his family and smile at his daughters actions.

But when it is quiet, and he is alone with only him and his thoughts. Geto Suguru will remember his life before.

His life with his best friends. His life with you. And he will close his eyes and sleep again, his dreams filled with you and Satoru and Shoko. Of memories of cake and singing and birthdays and your hands in his.

He will remember. That is all he can do.

[ggthydrangea]

i looove kbands!! i also like day6, and the rose has some good music too (i liked their recent album a lot). i'm actually seeing n.flying in concert in jan so now i need to learn their names before then haha though they only have 5 members i think (lol the way i think anything less than 8 or 9 members is "not that much" anymore 😂)

i had the same issue with hxh, though it was really good when i finally got around to watching it! i prefer the shorter shows (which is kinda why i like kdramas now, cuz they usually end around 16 episodes as opposed to american shows where they sometimes go on for years and years lol), sometimes it just feels overwhelming to have so many episodes to watch all at once. and i loved fullmetal alchemist brotherhood!! it made me cry haha

sorry that chan question i asked last time is a big one to answer hahaha 😆 instead, here is a video made for me and you LOL (alright mainly me, but chan looks SO GOOD in that outfit phew)

and some random questions...1) what are your 3 favorite colors if you had to choose, and 2) what are 3 things you're looking forward to in the next week? :D hope your day/night is going well <3

Kbands are so fun!!! I listen to a little bit of a lot of them, Day6 is definitely up there for me, as is the The Rose though I'm behind on their music, and N.flying is very fun! My favorite kband right now is Xdinary Heroes, they're so good!!! Haha I feel that... To me 5 members isn't bad at all, it's a pretty easy number. That's really cool that you get to see them live!!! I hope you have a great time!

Yeah I feel that, sometimes even if it's really good, a really long show can be a lot! FMA is so good but also so dark. I really appreciate the balance, but getting through the beginning is hard when it's so sad! 😭

No it's okay! It's a good question, things just got a little crazy for me so I didn't quite have it in me, but I can definitely make a list of some of my favorites!!! Haha yes their Waiting for Us outfits were so nice, I'm such a sucker for a button up shirt. 😔

I'm putting the rest under a read more so this doesn't get too long!

Okay here are some moments in no particular order:

This whole vlive is so funny!!!

Chan singing Bubblegum K.K. 🥺

This dance cover??? Hello???

This song is so pretty I love his voice!!!

This is so funny!!!

Puppy interview!!!!!!!!!!!

His trip back to Australia, I got so emotional seeing him back there, it was everything! 😭

Any time he smiles, I love his smile so much it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy!

Ooo I really like blues, navy blue and sky blue especially! I also like a nice soft purple, and a gentle green can be nice! But blue is my top favorite. 💙 Next week...? Haha welllllllll. Oof that's kind of a hard one. I work the 13th through the 24th with no days off so uh. Yeah. But it is nice that Christmas is getting closer, I'll get to see family! I'm also taking myself out for boba at some point next week so that will be nice! How about you? And I hope your day/night is going well as well!

Too many vlive clips to list them all but I love his dad jokes and cute moments! Also when he makes references to stuff that I grew up with (like Sesame Street or The Wiggles I get very mushy 🥺, I'm a nostalgia sap)

The way Chan growls his lines in Charmer live feels like a personal attack to me

Everything about KCON LA 22... His looks (all of them!!!), being a cute MC, the way he performed, of my gosh that KCON will live rent free in my head forever

The rest of these are fancams

Vampire Thunderous - I'm generally neutral on vampires but he looks so good oh my goodness he looks so good... And the way he keeps smiling is so cute. 🥺

Maniac - I just think this is a really nice look for him, and I like how he sounds a little more growly in this performance (I may perhaps have a weakness for the way he's growlier performing live...)

All In 1 - I like this look on him a lot 👉👈

All In 2 - another fun outfit

[thesightingofthedoodlewizard]

This is in the middle of an AU for Bendy I have in mind, but I might never get to this part and I just really wanna write this so there.

Summary

Sammy wandered into the music department, the old place he’d haunted for nearly 30 years. If Henry wouldn’t let him go outside yet he might as well go see if the place had collapsed. It hadn’t. Somehow either option would’ve made him grouchier.

He went up to the projectionist booth, flipped the switch, and started running down to play the right notes. He’d have to change that music combination since Henry knew it. Just because he was the reason Sammy was sane again, didn’t mean he’d want that-that…. Ugh. He’d figure out what to call Henry later. Right now he was too tired to think, and just wanted to go into his sanctuary.

Once that old door banged open Sammy strolled in to see the damage. Nothing much had changed. Thank goodness. But some bacon soup cans were missing. He’d have to restock if he wanted to hide in here for as long as he used to. Though Henry would probably pull him out if he tried to. The idiot. A week wasn’t that bad if you had everything you needed.

Sammy sat down at his desk, and put his head in his hands. The events of yesterday flooding back now that he had some quiet. Why did he and Susie end up doing that? Sure it was nice to just record some audio like old times, but why had she hidden that voice recorder in there too. Augh. He was such an idiot.

He still didn’t know why she’d wanted to sing that song either. She could’ve just played Alice like she always used to do. Though spending so long as a twisted version of Alice butchering other characters would put a bad taste in your mouth for that. But why hadn’t she picked one of the old songs from the cartoons? Instead, You Are My Sunshine!? Anything but that sappy slop. He sighed leaning back in his chair, remembering the sound of her voice as he played the banjo in accompaniment. Such a sweet melody. He’d been glad when she liked his twist to the old tune. Put a little bit of personality into it. It definitely needed it.

After the song was over, she’d pulled that recorder out of nowhere, and flipped it off. Why had he just sat there instead of grabbing it while it was in his reach? Another sigh. Then she’d played it back. At least it had sounded ok. Would’ve been better if he could’ve spent time actually fixing his part instead of messing around. He hated unfinished work. What had really surprised him was to hear his own voice mixing with hers. When had he started singing? Good gosh why had he done that. If that tape got out Wally really wouldn’t let go of that whole ‘magic’ thing now. And if others found it? Sammy might as well go back into that puddle forever.

She said he’d sang beautifully. It was nothing compared to her voice but at least it was some backup. He did wonder why she brought up his old tip of putting yourself in the song. Why had she said he’d done that perfectly? That woman was a mystery. Then why could he not stop thinking about it and just let it go? He should be mad that she has blackmail on him now. But he really just wanted to keep working on it, so he could see her eyes light up when the song came together.

What was going through his head?! There’d never been this much noise when he was by himself! It was so distracting! Maybe she’d been right about asking if he had something to tell her….

No, they were just business associates! Coworkers! Yeah, they might be chummier than any of the other people working there could ever get with him, but that didn’t mean anything. Just work associates, keep it all business. Just like old times. The old times when he’d tell her to sing it one or three more times even after a good take. That was just to make sure they had enough good takes to work with. The old times when he would use a bit more cello in because she always loved it. The old times when he’d watch her sway in the booth and not try to stop her, even if it’d ruin the take. What was the matter with him… he had it bad didn’t he. No crushing it down this time he supposed.

Maybe he should tell her? Oh goodness no. He couldn’t do that. He didn’t even know why she still was friendly to him. He’d been the one to tell her about Pendle. Why didn’t she hate him?! It would make everything easier. Then he wouldn’t have to tell her…. But maybe he didn’t? He’d written dozens of songs for a cartoon, and sure Jack Fain did the lyrics, but he’d been doing that long before they hired Fain. He could do it that way… at least get it out of his system. Yeah… that could work.

Maybe he could write something that wasn’t as jumbled as the race of thoughts in his head.

[evermoreholland]

Abby’s Appreciation Post 2020

Hi y’all! It’s Abby! Every year (if I’m active on Tumblr at the time) I like to do an appreciation post for my lovely mutuals and followers. I’ve been on Tumblr for 5 years (I came on here way too young smh) and I absolutely love doing these posts! This year was definitely not what we would have pictured, but without 2020, I wouldn’t have met some of my closest friends. Anyway, there is going to be a lot of mushy sap in this post, so let’s just get to it!

@kelieah - Kelly, you truly have made such a great impact on my life. You’re a great friend with a kind heart, and you always know how to make me feel better. You give me great advice, even though sometimes I can be a bitch and not listen, but nonetheless, I really appreciate it. Thanks for being an amazing friend.

@t-holland2080 - Sammy, you were the first person I ever opened up to about my anxiety and home life and I trust you with every fiber of my being. You truly have become an older sister, or even a mom, to me over the past six months and I’m forever grateful for that. You mean the absolute world to me and I wouldn’t trade our friendship for anything. I also love thirsting over Harrison with you and I still can’t get over your James Bond AU. It lives in my mind rent free.

@duskholland - Hannah, I love you. There are so many things I can say but just thinking about how much you inspired me and impacted me really makes me tear up. I love our friendship so much and getting to talk to you for just a few minutes a week really makes me smile.

@elaine-rambles - Elaine, oh my gosh, where do I fucking begin? The amount of love I have for you is insane. Following you was one of the best decisions of my life. I honestly don’t know where I’d be in my life without you. You keep me in check and you always tell me what I need to hear and I love that about you. You’re sweet, kind, and you always know how to make me smile. You’re incredible.

@liberty-barnes - Miah, my beautiful angel mom. I remember talking to you one time about Hollywood Undead and then you followed me. I was shocked that an amazing being like you would have any interest in being my friend, but you did for some odd reason lmao. Anyway, thank you for always constantly reminding me that you love me and that i’m beautiful because sometimes I really don’t feel it. You’re so kind and funny and I love you.

@hollands-weasley - Addie! My sister and my smalls, there is so much to say but it’s hard for me to find the right words. First, i love you. Second, you are so supportive of me and the kindest person I know. I love talking to you and it always makes my day so much better, even if it’s about nonsense haha.

@spiderrrling - Ellen, my wife. Omg, I love you so fucking much, you have no idea. I love our discord calls (we need to talk more and I love your pretty voice). You’re so sweet and I love getting to talk to you almost every day. Thinking about how much you changed my life really makes me emotional. I can’t begin to describe how much you mean to me. Getting “married” to you was the best thing I ever could have done. Love you!!!!

@canwekissforever-haz - Riya, my love! You’re so supportive of me and I love getting to talk to you every day! You’re always so kind and you always put a smile on my face. Keep being you!!!!

Here are some other amazing people! There is so much to say to all of you and I love y’all so much. I’m not good at words but I appreciate y’all just as much:

@darlingspidey (omg love you laur), @spideyspeaches @londonspidey, @crybabyddl, @blissfulparker, @peterbenjiparker, @sweetestgolden, and all of my other mutuals and followers!! You all mean the world to me but my mind is going blank atm (I’m exhausted smh)

Happy New Year everyone!!!

[nightashes]

A Kitten For Two

A/N: A gift for the fantastic @animelover101997

Summary: Prinxiety adopt a kitten. 

AO3 - writing masterlist

***

“Are you ready?”

“Definitely not.”

“We don’t have to do this right now. We can wait.”

“No. I want this. I… I just don’t know how to pick.” Virgil laments, gazing at the cages of kittens meowing for love and attention. A calico to his right stretches its paw out through the cage bars, reaching towards the pair. Virgil swears he can feel his heart melting. “They’re adorable.” He continues flatly, trying to shove the warm fluffy emotions away that were urging him to coo and babble. “I want them all.”

‘Virgil.” Roman warns. “We agreed on just one.”

One. How could Virgil just pick one? He audibly groans in frustration, yanking his hoodie closed, tightening the strings to disappear from the cruel world that demanded he only pick one. “Noooooo….”

Roman chuckles, the melodic sound bringing heat to Virgil cheeks.  Crap.  The world truly was cruel. Cruel and wonderful and perfect, and with stupidly perfect hair and a ridiculously perfect voice that practically rivaled the kittens in cuteness.

“All right then, I’ll pick.” Roman continued, completely oblivious to his partner’s gay panic. “Well, why don’t we take a look at this one?” he gestures to the calico, who has somehow managed to sink her claws into Virgil’s sweater, which Virgil was only just now realizing. Gosh. That kitten really is cute.  The cat's emerald eyes locked onto Virgil’s swinging hoodie strings. Her pupils mere slits as she gazes towards her prey. Her paw pulling at his sweater as if to draw him closer. 

“Obviously, she has good taste.” Roman speaks softly, his eyes trying to catch Virgil’s blushing face through the hoodie barrier. 

“You think so?” Virgil mumbles around the thick cloth. 

Roman encircles his arms around him. Resting his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Truer words were never spoken, my dark and stormy knight.” He whispers soothingly, his warm breath tickling Virgil’s face. 

Alright, enough of this mushiness. Someone could walk in and, well, Virgil had a reputation to maintain, dangit. He wiggles around, attempting to shrug Roman’s gooeyness away. “We get it, Princey. You’re a sap.” His gruff voice thankfully does not break. Mission accomplished.

“I’m your sap.” Roman purrs, pulling him back into the embrace. Mission failed. Repeat. mission failed. Error noises sound in his head, warning him of just how head-over-heels he had fallen. Guess it was time to change tactics.

Throwing back his hood. Virgil tosses his hair loose, he half-turns his head in order to face his utterly insufferable boyfriend. Roman watches as he leans in, their lips mere inches away from each other. And then… Virgil loudly snarks. “You best believe it, Romano. Dating me was the best thing to ever happen to you.” 

Roman doesn’t even blink, the corners of his mouth merely quirk up. “Oh, I believe it. And I‘m never letting you go.. .And apparently neither is this cat“ Roman chuckles. Bringing their attention back as together they watch the calico attempt to shake its paw loose from Virgil’s jacket.

His heart skips a beat at the sight of her struggle. Reaching down, his hand deadly still, he grasps the white paw gently and with the utmost care. His thoughts stopping as he focuses on slowly lifting the little toes beans up and away. Finally free the kitten yanks her fluffy paw back and loudly meows up at him. Her cries resonate through the room, joining the cacophony of sound formed from her brethren. 

Virgil and Roman smile softly down at her. 

“It says her name is Cali.” Roman reads from the sheet pinned to the bars. “A calico named Cali? Not the most original but it could be fun to rename her. She’s only ten months old and she loves to play with her stuffed mouse. What do you think? Is this the newest member to our little famILY.”

Virgil hums in contemplation. The kitten watches him. Her vibrant green eyes peering into his soul and he knows he is trapped. Her tongue bleps as she sits there in anticipation. Virgil admits he is utterly powerless. He didn’t choose this cat, she chose them.

“I think she’s more of a Venus.”

Roman raises an eyebrow. “Venus? How’s that?“

“Look on her side. There’s a heart.”

“Virgil. Are you saying she’s a goddess of love?” Roman prods. His eyebrows wiggling mischievously. 

Virgil purses his lips, watching the way her tongue refuses to unblep. “She’s stolen my heart, Ro. I can’t go back.”

“Have I been replaced?”

“Definitely. Now go get an employee. I need to hold her close. She must be protected at all costs.”

“Whatever you say, my love.”

After an hour, several adoption papers, $200, and a car ride home the trio find themselves back at their apartment. Virgil is bustling around, double and triple checking that everything is still kitten proofed. 

“Everything is fiiiiiine, Virgil. Now can we please let her out. I want to show Venus her new home.”

Virgil is crouched on the ground, peering beneath the couch for anything that might dare to harm his precious little kitten. Eyeing the dark crevices suspiciously he grunts in acceptance. 

“Alright. Everything’s good.”

“Thaaaank you!” Roman sighs heavily. He places the pet carrier on the ground, opening the door as he lightly coos. “Come on out, little Venus. Come see your new home.”

Virgil shuffles on his feat, watching her poke her little pink nose out. She gazes around the quaint living room. 

Roman pulls out her little toy mouse and tosses it over to Virgil. “Try to coax her out.”

“What? NOo.” Virgil promptly panics. Yeeting the tiny toy onto the couch. 

Venus launches herself after it, struggling to climb up onto the couch. 

“Awww.” Roman sighs. Virgil in the meantime flits to her side. Picking her up and softly placing her up on the couch. 

“Heh” Roman throws his arm around his boyfriend. “She’ll be okay, Vee. It’s okay to let her run or climb on her own.” 

“She’s so small.”

“I know.” Roman grabs his hand firmly. Pulling Virgil over to the couch. “Now come here. We can watch a movie together. All three of us.”

Virgil allows himself to be maneuvered onto the couch. Making sure to give little Venus plenty of room to chew on her mouse. She holds it in her mouth rolling over onto her back and kicking at it with her back paws. He smirks at her antics. She was his and he was hers.

The TV sounds fill the room as Roman flips through the channel with the remote. His arm wrapping subconsciously around Virgil. And Virgil can’t help but feel his heart fill with warmth and love. How he managed to get so lucky, he may never know. What he did know is that half-way through the film he found himself with a sleeping Roman on one side and in his lap, curled tightly into a little ball, was the newest addition to their little famILY. 

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[boltztheclown23]

It’s All Fun and Games, Til Somebody Falls (In Love)

Claire rolled her shoulders, waiting for the countdown to begin. Laser tag had been something she’d always wanted to try, and with all immediate danger vanquished, Claire had gotten the entire gang together to play at the local arcade. On team one, was; Douxie, Jim, Mary, Eli, and Aja. Team two; Claire, Steve, Toby, Krel, and Darci.

“Five. . . four. . . three. . .two. . . one,” a robotic voice sounded through the speakers above the arena. And all hell broke loose. Teens were running from one side to the other, spitting curses as they got shot, or tripped over their feet. Claire’s eyes widened as she saw flashes of bright blue. That's something she’d forgotten to do, she was supposed to tell the others that anything the average human body couldn’t do, they couldn’t do. But it was out the window now, everything you were capable of was your advantage to have.

It surprised her a little, she almost felt bad for Mary, Eli, and Steve. Jim and Toby less so, but it all worked out anyway, each team had a wizard and an Akiridion, along with three humans who had a bit of experience in the fighting department.

Claire startled when she heard movement behind her. Whirrling around she prepared to shoot, or portal away, depending on who she came to face. She exhaled shakily after seeing only Krel. Advancing at an even pace, Claire held her blaster with one hand, and positioned the other for shadowmancy, in the case of coming across Douxie, maybe Aja, too.

She turned a corner just in time to see her human boyfriend turn another corner, with his back to her. Claire didn’t hesitate, pulling the trigger of her blaster rapidly, three times in a row. She smirked in satisfaction when Jim let out a groan of displeasure. “Watch your back, Babe!” he called out, letting her know he would be playing to the fullest extent of his abilities, after reactivating his vest.

“You know I will!”

Claire heard commotion above her, jogging up the stairs, she expected a one on one battle between Krel and Aja. Instead she got Steve and Eli, making out against a barricade. Quickly she shot Eli, ignoring the protests of the two lovers crying out, having already moved on. Claire began attempting to follow Douxie’s trail of magic, as the employee watching over their game seemed to compose themselves, shouting out, “Thirty seconds left in the game, we’re all tied up!”

She opened a shadow portal, right in Douxie’s face. Claire leaned in and kissed him, hard. She felt him relax under her touch as her hand drifted to his cheek, and she proceeded to shoot him in the stomach, ending the game.

Claire pulled away as their friends gathered around them. “You know,” Douxie started, “I’m pathetically, not even mad.”

“You’re sweet about it,” she kissed his cheek, “Jim said he’d get me back, which, to clarify, by the way, he didn’t.”

“Stop with the mushiness already, we see it all the time!” Steve said jokingly.

“You say that as if you weren’t just making out with Eli in the middle of a laser tag match.” Jim stated.

“Look at you, defending you boyfriend and girlfriend’s honor.” Claire said with mock praise, slinging an arm around Jim’s waist.

“Me, Eli, and Krel are gonna head out, we’ve gotta pick up Seamus for our double date.”

“It’s ‘Eli, Krel, and I.’” Eli corrected as they walked away.

“Shut up, Buttsnack,” could be heard even from forty feet away.

“Dari, Toby, Mary, and Myself are going to play some games of the arcade! Would you like to join us?” Aja asked excitedly.

“Arcade games.” Toby whispered to Aja, who nodded, forming an ‘O’ shape with her mouth.

Claire looked to her boyfriends with a wink, “I think we’re just going to head home; you guys have fun though!”

“Alright, catch you later, Jimbo, Claire, Hisirdoux!”

Douxie shook his head, sighing, “I hate my name, so, very much.”

“You’re not allowed to!” Jim crowed, tapping Douxie’s nose.

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“Miss Lake appears to still be at work. Would you like to finish the make-out session we started earlier?” Douxie asked unabashedly.

“Of course, we would.” Jim confirmed, holding Claire’s hand as he pressed his lips to Douxie’s. She watched as Jim felt his back touch the wall, breaking the kiss and his hold on Claire’s hand, he flipped their positions. Grinning slightly into the kiss, Douxie wrapped his arms around Jim’s waist, obviously feeling the hands on his shoulders. Claire then, tilted Jim's head towards hers and captured his lips in a soft, meaningful kiss.

Interrupted all too soon, when the garage door opened. Frantic to pull away and escape the somewhat mortifying position, all three teens ended up in a tangled mess of limbs on the floor.

Barbara opened the door with a confused glance around the house, “Jim, Honey? Is that you?”

“Uhh, yeah.”

“Where are- Are you on the floor?”

“Uhh, yeah.”

“Are Claire and Douxie with you?” she asked all too knowingly.

“Mrs. Lake.” Douxie greeted.

“Hey, Mrs. L.” Claire said.

“Hi, mom.”

“You kids are too cute, be safe. Okay?”

“Mom!” Jim exclaimed, mortified, pulling himself onto the couch. Watching Douxie and Claire wheeze below him.

Barbara went up to her room to change out of her scrubs, kissing thier foreheads on the way. Claire and Douxie settled in on Jim’s left and right side. Claire with the remote and Douxie with a blanket. “What do you guys want to watch? Something scary, something goofy, cartoony? Crime shows?” Claire threw out.

“I think we’ve had enough of the scary shit, honestly.” Jim shrugged, as Claire smacked his arm for the use of a cuss word.

“Are there even any good cartoons out there anymore? It’s like they’ve all ended, it’s sad really.” Claire frowned.

“You’re both going to hate me, but what if we watched, ‘The Hustle’?”

“Oh my gosh! Doux, you sap!” Claire grabbed his hand over Jim’s lap. “But we totally should!”

“Sounds like you’ve decided. Do you want me to go get the DVD?” Jim offered. Claire nodded helpfully from his shoulder.

While Douxie, on the other hand, pushed him off of the couch playfully, saying, “Yes, yes we do. Also, Archie says he misses me, can he watch with us?”

“Yeah, ‘course, just,” Jim paused, as if considering his words, “He’s not even here and he can't use a phone, how do you know he misses you?”

“A telepathic link. How else?”

“Damn, okay.” Claire smiled as Jim walked to the DVD player, grumbling about stupidly cool wizards.

The door creaked lightly as Archie, in cat form, pushed it open. “Meow.”

“Come here you little Fuzzbucket, the movie’s already started.”

“I know.” Archie practically purred, curling into Douxie’s side.

Claire hummed in content, her boys were right beside her, and she couldn’t think of a single place she’d rather be.

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The second part to my one shot series!!! Find it on Ao3 by the name, If Two’s a Couple and Three’s a Crowd, What’re We? Title from Melanie Martinez’s, Carousel!

[universal-kitty]

.: NatsuShio: The OC/Canon Ship That Ruined My Life :.

(In the Best Way)

@supernatural-cat98, get buckled in.

   Let’s start with how I started. An Okami OC.

   Her name is Shiori, but her full name is Shiorigami, a brush kami OC for the game Okami. Once an adoptable from DeviantArt, I made her into a fully-fleshed out character fit for the game. Sure, she’s an usual hybrid (nekotori; cat body, but with tail feathers like a small peacock), but she’s the kami of Poems and Literature. She’s got social anxiety and a thinly veiled reference to autism, as she is stunted to everyone, including her extensive family...but writing is where she blooms.

   Fiction, biographies, history, poems of all kinds... If it’s writing, she’s happy. It protects her and makes her happy, even when she fears she isn’t a good enough brush kami. Even if her powers are an inky echo of her mother’s.

   She once had short hair. She once loved a Lunarian named Kazuki... A scholar of the Moon Tribe, during a period of tension and war between his people and the Celestials... Shiori’s people. Despite it all, they truly did love each other, despite never admitting it out loud. He was gifted a scroll of poems he inspired her to write. He gave her a golden necklace- almost collar-like- with the symbol of the Moon Tribe engraved on the back.

   ...He would end up dying in a slaughter done by the evil the Moon Tribe had summoned. Those who fled to the mortal world to escape the war becoming the only survivors. Kazuki was gone...and left Shiori not only with a deep depression, but also with a fear to care for anyone who was mortal.

   Who could die and be ripped from her grasp, just like Kazuki had.

   Her hair grew out over the years (faceclaim: Suiren Shibazeki from Hibi Chouchou), protected by her mother to ease her pain of the death of the one she loved most...and in the years after the events of Okami, would stay either in her room on the Celestial Plain or occasionally live on the mortal world, in a small house to herself among a forest not too far from Ryoshima Coast.

   And so. It would be this starting point for a fateful meeting...

   Natsu Dragneel. Specifically, burningheartdragneel, my roleplay partner. (To my Shio, @goddessof-poems.) He met Amaterasu first, having somehow...gotten himself a little universe-lost. Befriending her was easy; both liking to fight, both loving to eat... It was easy for them.

   Yet he poses an interesting challenge for sweet, quiet Shiori. Little bookworm, easily forgets to eat at all, and isn’t much one for the adventuring scene, like her mother or Natsu.

   ...However, it’s because of her Natsu learns the joys of reading; specifically, an adventurous story of fiction Shiori had written some time before. He makes a small, but decent meal for the forgetful Shiori, ensuring she eats...and even motivates her to get out of her home, taking him to show off Ryoshima Coast and her own Water Tablet that Amaterasu gifted her.

   It’s our current roleplay and a still on-going one, but we came up with so much more as we talked over Discord. They will slow burn their way, but us? We know how the path goes....and we ended up falling in love with a pairing of our own creation.

ExoticGeneral: Ah gods I love this! Especially since Shiori isn't the kind to stop her work to eat or anything Natsu would at some point bring snacks with him and probably feed her (and he hardly likes sharing either) because somebodies is gonna have to be watching over her. But if he woke up with her all beside him, he'd be pretty flustered about it. Plus as an added bonus he always oddly warm, which makes for good cuddling in the winter/chilly days. :3c Yeah, he'd probably be more careful with her because even if she is a brush good she's just so fragile. He'd probably bond with her relatively easy though since he's always been a cat kinda guy? But yeah, demon hunting would be a big no-no while she was around. No need to try and scare her away. But I thought about that heat headcanon thing would be funny cause I can't see either making the first move ever! xD

Aki: Oh gosh, yeah. Shiori's the type for "skinny love" situations, where it's almost painfully obvious she loves the person, but if nobody acts on it, then it's this firm stalemate. Tbh, she'd likely only "confess" if he got really hurt and she was scared for him....but even then, it's confusing for the oblivious bc-?? Was that a confession? What if it wasn't????

ExoticGeneral: But god a confession like that would be hilarious cause it might just go over his head! He'd probably just grin like an idiot, being all like 'Thanks that means a lot' and playing it off as completely platonic possibly. He may be bold in everything else, but love is something he's actually insecure about considering his first girlfriend died, his mom, like three of his dads and his brother wants to murder him.

Aki: Ommmmggggg. She'd probably laugh a little and keep trying to tell herself it's better this way, bc like...... (And this is what kills me) She'd rather have a friend in him than nothing at all bc of rejection so she'd start spiraling down and try to keep upbeat even though she keeps thinking about it and getting guilty bc what if he only wants them to be friends???? What if he didn't like romance at all?? She doesn't want to push him away from her..... She'd rather suffer years of not having him love her back then lose him. (And re-reading this..... Ouch on the death of the first girlfriend. Shiori knows that pain.... Except slightly more painful that she also never confessed to the guy and lost him to the slaughter of the Moon Tribe.)

ExoticGeneral: AKI DONT They'd both end up suffering because they're shy potatoes who can't convey their feelings properly for the life of them! It wouldn't even get better cause she'd only start going down hill after a while and he'd more than likely notice but not realize he's the problem in a way and FUUUUUUCCCKKKK

Aki: HAHAHAHAHAA, YOU'RE TOO LATE; MY POWERS HAVE BEEN REALIZED She'd actually manage pretty well for awhile, being oblivious, but then the feelings would start and that very emotion would be her downfall. Because then what are you supposed to do when you want to hug your "friend" for no apparent reason and just...stay there? That you wouldn't mind if he stayed over all the time and got to sleep with him, because that's when the nightmares kept away from her? (And even if they did show up, he was there to comfort her...) She's an absolutely wreck after awhile and keeps spacing out and begins to screw up and she's like a black hole collapsing in on itself and it hurts so bad to watch

ExoticGeneral: STAHP YOURE HURTING MY SHIPPER HEART BEFORE THE SHIP ACTUALLY EXISTS That blackhole though, like how do you even fix that??? Because the closer you get to her the more it's probably hurting her and you could confess but getting closer is what caused it to progress. HOW DO YOU PROTECT YOUR SHIT WHEN YOU'RE THE PROBLEM!?!? Your making me emotional and it's only like 8 in the morning, I don't want to start my day sad already!

Aki: Shiori finally breaking down in front of Natsu though. Like, it was a little trip over a tree root or something and she says, "O-oh, n-no, I'm fine...." But Natsu's just-??? No you're not, you're crying. Why are you crying? What hurts?? And from there she starts bawling and Natsu is awkward but tries his best. He also has little to no idea what she's saying pass those sobs of hers, but oUCH PAIN EVERYWHERE. Then- awhoop- right out of that sobbing mess comes a pretty clear confession, whoo boy--

ExoticGeneral: But HOLY SHIT when a confession happens he'd get flustered. To the point of constant figgeting and just a permanent blush would cover his face. He'd probably end up staying silent, then just start crying and fuck me up. The first confession of his life??? hE WAS NOT READY FOR THIS BUT IS TOTALLY ACCEPTING OF THIS! She'd get to see an entirely new spectrum of him though when he gets all soft-hearted and actually reveals his romantic side???

Aki: Shiori's equally as flustered and waiting to please just collapse in on herself and cease existance....and then once she realized she didn't fuck things up, she's crying with him and so much affection????? Oh no, the cutes. Cutes everywhere. Also Shiori is a huge sap and she's going to love that. But now he has to deal with his cute new goddess gf blushing whenever he smooches even just her cheek. Or holds her hand. Or snuggles up to her..... When he breathes LMAO, Jk...~

ExoticGeneral: THem crying together. THat thought just gives me life cause they're just two mushy emotional destroyed people atm. Just I don't even know who would actually recover first at that point, maybe Natsu, and just give her the longest most affectionate hug he's got in him. This relationship ain't gonna last long, give it like a week and he'll probably die from a cute overload. He'd try to pamper her a bit (though he wouldn't know how really) and just take her out to star gaze and do some silly things. But holding hands??? Like that's really lewd ya know.

Aki: Yeeeaaaahhh, he probably would. Shiori's trying to calm down, but those silly tears won't stop~ But she'll still snuggle close when he hugs her and hug him back. AH. AAAAAAHHHHHH. Natsu coming back to her place after that little event and suddenly, her new greeting is, "Welcome home," with a bright smile. Natsu kneels tf over bc cHRIST DID HE JUST HAVE A HEARTATTACK?!?!?!??

   Oh yes. We had a LENGTHY talk about their confession... But is that all? Of course not!! We’ve also had conversations about...

   Sleeping habits:

Aki: Oh man, and if she woke up to that racing heart of his.... All sleepy and concerned and it's right out of a romance novel and someone help Natsu bc death is rapidly approaching

ExoticGeneral: And the thing is that's one of his quirks. Like his way of saying 'I think I like you' IS sleeping at there house a lot more often. TO the point where it's just an everyday exerpeince and it's only weird if he DOESN'T show up one night.

Aki: !!!! Natsu being late one night and he's surprised bc it's late as fuck but there's Shiori, obviously tired and ready for bed, but unable to sleep because she'd gotten used to sleeping with Natsu and his warmth. (He has to pull confidence and fake cheer before he's allowed to start dying in the darkness of her room; that was so fuckin' cute and she was holding onto that little cat plush and she looked so lonely jfc whAT THE FUCK that level of cute is illegal in all the states and all of the worlds and timelines, bYE)

ExoticGeneral: But I can totally see that! He just kinda pushes open her door and it's like 2 in the fucking morning. The conflicted feelings he must have though knowing that when he walks in there he's gonna suffer for a few hours or more but is like 'fuck ing worth it.'  (She needs to tone it down because if the guy who lives to fight wants to SNUGGLE then there's a problem. No one man, goddess or not, should be allowed to have so much power!)

Aki: She's just more than happy to see him bc dang it, she couldn't sleep without him...and the second she's comfy and curled up against him? Boop. Out like a light. (Plot twist: her real power is being cute as hell. Her cuteness so strong, who needs weaponry?? Flutter those lashes, tilt her head... If she has the ears and feather tails out? B y e. You're dead now. Sorry, don't make the rules.)

ExoticGeneral: JEEz THOUGH! Not being able to sleep without him! Now all of a sudden he becomes like a necessity for a proper nights sleep, or any at all really. (But that's one way to competely get to him. Sexy? Pfffft, he can ignore that most of the time. Cute, fucking slay him okay? Just 'Here lies Natsu, rest in pieces' and fuck she's a cutie!)

Aki: I mean.... He could be a mean little one and let her pass out once it becomes too much, but there's also the huge implication that Natsu actually sorta gets her on a sleep schedule?? Something she usually doesn't have at all???? When Natsu's getting snuggled up in the futon, it basically becomes a sign of, "Oh, time to stop for today and sleep." Reverse alarm clock, Natsu is. Getting a certain poetry goddess to bed rather than waking her up (or keeping her up, as is). (Shiori perfected the cute ability. Cute traits that'd be passed down for generations. Flirting-but-not-flirting, the ultimate technique. How will poor Natsu ever survive?!?)

   Dinners with Mom Amaterasu:

Aki: Meet the parents? More like, "Forget that formal stuff! Let's go out and eat dessert before dinner!!!!" Because Ammy doesn't really do formal anymore and why not just....use the time for the better?? Like eating???? Not to mention, then she can embarrass the two like, "Now you gotta feed each other. Do it, do it, do it~!!" Ammy is a gr8 mom, as you can tell

ExoticGeneral: Well I don't think it could happen. I think Ammy and natsu met because he tried pelting her with water ballons. There is no need to be formal after that! But I can see Ammy rigging everything somehow. Just like ordering milkshakes for all three but 'accidentally' forgets one so she gets a whole one while Natsu and shiori share. with coincidentally two staws.

Aki: "Hmmmm, would you look at that.... Strange." Casually drinks at her own like NBD--  And that's true!!! No formality exists here; there's only the two dorks and the shy poet, who's more than happy to be the little side-line cheerleader for their antics. (Unless they're questionable. Then she's worried and trying to get them off of the idea. Probably crit. hits Natsu by being cute.)

  The time I almost wrote in our RP that Shiori was gonna kiss his cheek....and they’re not even CLOSE to dating, oh boy:

Aki: .....It suddenly occurs to me that I want an aesthetic made of NatsuShio.............

ExoticGeneral: I'm laughing. This isn't a pairing (Yet) and you're like grabby hands

Aki: Hey. Hey. Compare this to the time I almost wrote in Shio kissing Natsu's cheek waaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy too early, and a little aesthetic ain't that bad~

ExoticGeneral: You know if you had wrote that slip up I would have went along with it too. It would have been a hilarious mess.

Aki: LMAO. Even Shiori would be confused like, "......I have never before in my LIFE ever done that.... Why did I do that now?!?" This is the Sims and I am the tru god and their lives are my pLAYTHINGS

ExoticGeneral: He would have stopped everything for a solid 5 minutes then continue like it didn't happen. If you don't react it's like it never happened, right? I mean that's how we do it anyways. We make them suffer cause it's fun

Aki: Plot twist, though...... Isn't even freezing considered a reaction?! So by freezing he thinks he didn't react, but the act of freezing up is a reaction in itself......!! YOU'VE BEEN PLAYED, NATSU!!! They aren't suffering yet, buuuuut..... All in due time

   Memes, of course:

ExoticGeneral: Ammy: So do you and Shio call each other pet names? Natsu: Pfffft! No! Of course not! Ammy: What do bees make then? Natsu:....Honey? Shio, from the other room: Yeah, sweetie? Ammy: Don't you ever lie to my face again.

Aki: tHIS WOULD HAPPEN, F U CK-- I AM LOSING IT

   And the moment we acknowledged how we know this ship was The One; our OTP forever and always: (featuring the best rant I’ve ever written for this ship)

ExoticGeneral: It's literally freaking insane how you just start having ten billions of ideas running through you're head! Like okay time to put then through some angst hell, then recovery fluff, little slice of life, smooches and some bonding/ development??? Like Im getting way too far ahead of myself here??? But the ideas/drabbles keep on rolling anyway. This is how you know this is the one.

Aki: Yes!!! And like.... Honestly, I pride myself on doing "realistic" stuff? Having my characters contradict themselves sometimes, do something that would hurt....cause humans are like that. Hell, it's why I also brazenly went for Shiori's emotional breakdown when she heard the news that all Lunarians had died..... Including her dear Kazuki.  Being able to imagine and know how that breakdown went in my head, where nothing she tried worked, until she went crawling back to her mother to grant her wish to not exist...take the pain away......  Boi. B o i. When it comes to big time storywriting, I get hELLA AMPED. I'm ready to show them every corner of the world, good or bad. Perfection or deep flaws. Give me that angst where they will realize that it hurts, but having someone to hurt with makes the pain ease a little. It doesn't fix everything, but having those assuring words and someone who cares deeply makes it harder to be upset. Let them have those slice of life days where Shiori wakes up in bed for once, stomach not aching or feeling like a void, and ready to start a new day. Have him drag her out to explore and shake up her old, rigid life. Let them, in the future, kiss and hug and wonder why....but know that if waiting so long meant finding love and getting it this right, then it was worth the wait. Let them develop so much, that we look back to where we started and cackle with joy, cause they friggen made it. Wow, a sappy rant from me, yEEHAW

ExoticGeneral: Damn right sister! Preach it! Like sometimes I just sit there with some bsckground music on and its so fitting that you just throw out 20 paragraphs like no problem. I just need those days with them where they argue over something little and it gets so blown out of proprtion and convoluted that they just forget what is was about? Just random nights of stargazing then falling asleep? Or literally doing nothing and either of them thinks of their s/o and gets super flustered for no reason? The day they actually become a couple but still trains his tush off and shio doesnt ask how he got strong, but why he did cause heckie is that gonna be one wild ride of a story. But the simple, final answer is to  protect her. Not because she's the daughter of Ammy, but because he failed to do so with his dad and elder brother and doesn't want to lose her too. Like I want weakness that comes with trust? Fear that comes with love? But also the fulfilling satisfaction of contentness. That you wouldn't trade this for anything else, its a unique feeling that only they can deliver. Ya feel?

Aki: Right??? Good heavens, mention music and now I need to go look up Shio's number one mood music........ Can't think Shio romance (especially where it's "skinny love") without remembering the song, sO-- Right?? Well, more likely her trying to fight back but she angry cries and just gets frustrated and shuts down. Won't talk. Won't feed the flames anymore with replies, but doesn't seek peace, either. It's a night where it alternates between dead silence in the home once more or quiet, strained sobs of someone who's already used to being hurt; she's just finding it harder to keep that pain quiet.    But it's..... It's home. More than it's ever been. From a family she couldn't quite connect with some days, to her own home all to herself... A place her own and where her life fit.    Last thing she would've ever expected is to find- in many ways- her opposite....and yet someone she'd find herself falling for all the same. Where it's funny to imagine her home used to be quiet and peaceful. Now there's some training dummies outside and even if he strays from home, she can hear him making noises out not too far away. There's footsteps of another person in her home now. This home....it's his home, too.    Something they're both happy to have. Company, understanding, and just.... An imbalance that makes it a balance by not being perfect.    She slows him down. He speeds her up.    They learn something from each other.    It hurts sometimes. His life will likely be long....but to what length? Will it end? Does she want to know? Should she ask?    And understanding what her mother saw in mortals from that.... Just because they cannot match in eternal age, doesn't make it all any less. The memories shared? Still memories made. Love was still had and wasn't it sweet? To love someone so completely, to have fought and made up, loved and lost...    It's scarier when it's you who can be hurt; this isn't watching someone's life play out like a movie. This is her life now and his and theirs together and it breaks her heart to know she could potentially lose him, but..... He's going to teach her so much. And she would understand what her mother does.    He'll be loved all the more for it.

ExoticGeneral: I literally have absolutely no words for this. I cant believe you would make me cry like this at midnight. This was the most hurtful, true, heartfelt yet heartbreaking thing I've read. I freaking forgot you did poetry is you spare time like holy.

   ...They just. Work together. It’s the perfect “opposites attract” relationship while still maintaining a balance between who they are alone and what their relationship is. The bolster of inspiration and motivation that they get from each other... He motivates her to leave the house more (often with him on a little adventure) and gives her that experience. As said, she slows him down and gets him to read more. Even try writing for himself, writing Shiori a small poem that he [slams down onto her desk and runs off in a hurry] gives her.

   Broadening their horizons with each other. The support and pure affection and how they do their best in their own ways to support each other... It’s perfect. Made a home in our hearts. And we sure wouldn’t want it any other way.

   As a final note... Have one more silly little meme we came up with:

Aki: So I'm re-reading our chat [again] and I just thought of this...... Natsu: I live to fight, so Imma take you down!!! Shiori, in her sleepy-whiny voice: Natsuuuu...... I wanna cuddle.... Natsu, already leaving: .......Someone else lives to fight and will take you down!!!

ExoticGeneral: You know that old saying goes, he who runs away lives to fight another day I'm glad I'm the only who just goes back and re-reads this entire message board of gross romance and heartbreak

   So yes, ship NatsuShio. Your heart will thank you...after it dies for 2 hours because of the angst that tails this ship in bittersweet flavors.

[minimus-ambus]

You’ll Shoot Your Optic Out!

This was my secret santa fic for @browniepeach!

Also, here’s the fic on ao3! (first time writing cygate!!)

“You should get him a gun.”

“I’m not going to buy Tailgate a gun, Whirl.”

“A sword, then! You’ll be matchy-matchy….” Whirl cooed, his optic glittering at the prospect of the couple wielding matching swords. He clicked his claws together excitedly.

Cyclonus sighed heavily, trying to ignore how the bot kept shoving himself into his personal space. He took a sip of his drink; he wasn’t overcharged enough for this. “No, Whirl.”

“Ugh, fine!! But why not a gun??” Whirl groaned rather dramatically, slumping over the bar counter and nearly knocking off several glasses. Swerve squeaked in alarm and dove to catch the few that did.

“He’ll shoot his optic out.”

A snort of laughter came from the floor. Whirl and Cyclonus peered over the counter to spot Swerve, who was cradling several glasses in his stumpy arms. “Oh, uh-” Swerve blushed a bit, “-it’s a thing. From a movie. Earth movie, it’s called a Christmas Story, and this kid, he’s like, obsessed with this one toy gun that he wants but everyone tells him ‘you’ll shoot your eye out’ and-”

“Well this is boring and I hate it.” Whirl cut off Swerve’s rambling. He stood up from the stool he had been sprawled across, gave a lazy salute to Cyclonus, and started for the door. “I’m gonna go steal Magnus’s desk tidy so I can gift it back to him tomorrow. Good luck in your present hunting! Consider the sword idea!”

Cyclonus watched him bounce away, then sighed again. He turned his gaze back onto Swerve, who was now putting the glasses into the sink. “Y’know,” Swerve said as he began washing them, “maybe I could help out in your quest!”

“It’s not really a quest, Swerve. I simply need to find something Tailgate would like.”

“Still, it seems like you’re having some trouble.” The minibot rested an elbow on the counter, flashing a grin that looked just a bit too devilish. “And I... have an idea.” He leaned in and whispered something to Cyclonus.

Cyclonus drew back to give Swerve a look. “And you are sure that Tailgate will like this.. present?”

“Hey,” Swerve shrugged, “you got any better ideas?”

Cyclonus frowned. A minute passed, and Swerve’s confident grin began to falter as the larger bot tapped a claw against the counter. When he finally spoke, it was with such suddenness Swerve flinched.

“Very well. Where do I find this plant?”

Tailgate was muttering to himself as he walked down the hallways of the Lost Light. “-maybe another sword? No no, he’s already got a good one… a dagger? That’s kinda like a baby sword... ” Tailgate paused and briefly pictured Cyclonus holding a tiny sword. His visor flashed as he giggled, and he shook his head to rid it of the image before continuing on his way.

Approaching their habsuite, Tailgate became more twitchy, twisting his hands as he muttered more frantically. “Maybe a song? No, he already knows every tetrahexian chant there is… and he didn’t like much pop music other than our song… Scrap, what am I gonna-”

Tailgate went abruptly silent as he heard noises coming from the habsuite.

“Why can’t you stay- argh- still?! You can stand like you’re made out of stone in my bar and scare people away just by moving, but you can’t- tch- let me put this on???”

“They are sensitive, so I would appreciate if you exercised more care when touching them.”

Tailgate’s steps screeched to a stop. Well, not literally—he was quite careful not to make a sound. Even though they were not visible in any describable way, his optics went cartoonishly wide. His cheeks turned a light blue, and he began edging towards the door.

“I too am being careful! If you’d just stop- stop shifting-!”

A powerful growl came from inside the habsuite. Tailgate startled, and his engine turned over with a sputter.

All sound from within the habsuite stopped in an instant. Tailgate let out a small “whoops,” before he decided to face whatever he had interrupted. Before he could even open the door, however, it slid open to put him face to face with Swerve. “Oh! Tailgate, hi!” He smiled a bit too widely.

“Uh, what’s-” Tailgate began, but Swerve cut him off.

“Aw man look at the time I gotta go open the bar!” He scurried to the end of the hallway, looking back with a more relaxed smile to say, “you two should come by later—we’re doing some christmas carol karaoke!”

Tailgate blinked after him for a second. Then, with a muttered “ookay” he turned back to the door. It slid open smoothly, revealing…

Uh. Well.

Tailgate’s processor fritzed a bit, struggling to recognize the scene in front of him.

Cyclonus was sitting on the berth, his arms crossed. His skeletal face was twisted up in a peculiar expression, like he was trying not to scowl and partially failing. A light blush had bloomed over his cheek-plates, and his optics seemed determined not to meet Tailgate’s flashing visor.

And from one horn, a sprig of mistletoe was tied up with string, It dangled just over Cyclonus’s face, which was turning redder the longer Tailgate stared at it.

“...Well?” Cyclonus shifted. Tailgate felt warmth bloom in his chest as he realized that Cyclonus was embarrassed. That. Was. So. CUTE. The corners of his facemask turned up as he bounced on his feet.

“Cycloonuusssss!!!!” Tailgate put his hands over his facemask as he hopped over to the berth and clambered up onto it. “You look adorable!”

Cyclonus hunched his shoulders—he looked like he’d almost fold in on himself if Tailgate kept cooing over him like this. But he had dealt with his conjunx’s adoration before.

Sighing, he forced his struts to relax, and took Tailgate’s hand. “I was having difficulty thinking of a proper present for you… Swerve suggested this-” he looked up to the plant that hung over his optics, “-plant. I believe it has a human tradition associated with it?”

Tailgate glanced to where Cyclonus was holding his hand, and his visor sparkled. “Aw, Cyclonus, you big sap…”  

Cyclonus smiled at his conjunx, leaning down to deliver a soft kiss to Tailgate’s facemask. The minibot couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, but eagerly pressed into the kiss.

When they finally pulled away, Tailgate sighed. “I only wish I had a gift for you too, Cyclonus… I couldn’t really think of anything.” His gaze listed off to the side.

Cyclonus put a clawed hand to Tailgate’s cheek, forcing him to meet the soft red glow of his optics. “Tailgate.. your love is the greatest gift I could ever receive.”

Tailgate’s visor flashed, his cheeks heating in a blue blush. “Aw gosh, Cyclonus!” His optics dimmed as he turned away, waving a hand as if to dismiss such a mushy sentiment. “You’re making me blush...”

He abruptly turned back and fixed Cyclonus with a serious look. “But seriously tell me what you want cause I’m struggling here.”

Cyclonus blinked. A surprised laugh erupted from his throat, and he shook his head in amazement. Tailgate huffed. “Hey, you know I’m jealous of people that can do things!!! I can’t not get a present for you if you’ve gotten one for me!” Cyclonus only laughed harder, his deep voice echoing out of their habsuite and down the hall. Tailgate scowled, swatting at his conjunx in annoyance. “Stop laughing!! Cyclonus!! ARGH!!!”

Cyclonus cut off the minibot’s protests by pulling him into another kiss.

“.....M’still mad at you, you know,” Tailgate muttered.

“Mmm,” Cyclonus hummed.

[spicykoreantatertots]

Dear Hannah, I come with good wishes for the new year. May 2020 be a year where you shine, where you find the things you've always been looking for. May fate be on your side and give you love and prosperity. I hope that you're having a good day today. I was wondering something; what types of stories do you prefer? Do you like sad stories? Ones about pained hearts? Or do you prefer to read about the throes of happiness? About gentle embraces and kind words. I wonder... — Lily, your admirer

Lily you are so sweet.

Thank you for the new year wishes. My year has gotten off to a rough start, but I’m still hopeful that this will be a great year!

GOSH. I love a good angsty fic, but I’m also a sap for mushy romance and lots of love. BUT I will love anything you make for me. So let me put it this way, if you’re inspired to write something sad, I would be honored to read it. My only true request is that there is a happy ending. :) 

Thank you

[mushiewrites]

🍬 and 🌊 for the asks! :D

from this post!

🍬 - Who’s your fav character to write tkl fics abt?

george 🥺 I also love XD, even though I haven’t given myself opportunities to write more of them 💕

🌊 - Embarrassed lees or embarrassed lers?

hear me out okay - i love both for different reasons, number one for both being that it’s FUCKING ADORABLE SJDJSJSJSHSH!!!!!!

but………….embarrassed lers? 🥺 cmon, the ler being just as embarrassed as the lee????? and because of this the lee gets less embarrassed and more confident, and can tease the shit out of the ler to get them even MORE flustered and embarrassed???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭 come ON if that’s not the cutest shit i’ve ever heard 🫠💕

[mushiewrites]

Hey Mushie!!

So remember a while back when I sent an ask about Dream’s reactions to different tools on his tummy? (I think I sent you that ask if not then whoops—)

I was wondering if you could do something similar for Sapnap and George? 😅😁

hello hello! i do remember that post! i’d be happy to do it for my little idiots (sap and george). i went on dreams post and just grabbed the tools i spoke about there!

I’m gonna split it into a george section and a sap section so it doesn’t get confusing!

Sapnap

Feathers: okay I think that sap would react super well to feathers. he’s a lil tough strong guy who’s angy but run a feather across his lower tummy and he’s a goner. he absolutely can’t handle the light tks, so feathers just completely take him apart. dream and george always tease him for that, bc feathers work pretty much anywhere they use them on sap. but tummy is definitely one of the main target areas for their feathers bc of how hard sap laughs and how much he squirms 🥺 especially his lower tummy and the sides of his tummy!!! he can’t handle it!

Art Supplies: meaning paint brushes, markers, that kinda stuff. i think paint brushes would also wreck sap there, because you can be as gentle with a paint brush as you can be with a feather. i think it needs to be a smaller brush though, one with soft bristles. if it’s rough, he kind of just whines and squirms. but with the smaller soft paint brush? he’s giggling his little head off! and don’t get me started on markers. sap gets held down by the other two and they just take turns drawing little shapes around his tummy, always making lil circles around the little dip in the center. it always makes sap squeal, no matter what

Electric Toothbrush: okay these KILL sap, but it’s not the worst thing he’s felt on his tummy. i think this would be more effective somewhere else like under his arms, his upper ribs, and his ankles and feet. but i do still think that an electric toothbrush on the edges on his bellybutton or on his lower tummy would make him scream out with lil kickies ):

George

Feathers: I think george is super feather sensitive, but i think feathers on his tummy would only have a big reaction if it’s the opposite end, the harder part at the end of the feather. I think for george’s tummy, it would need to be traced around his skin as if it was someone’s nails. i think the soft part would maybe produce a giggle or two, but it would be more of relaxing tk than anything. definitely the harder part at the opposite end if you’re trying to make george cackle. specifically the part of his lower tummy by his hips, and on either side of his bellybutton 😵‍💫

Art Supplies: okay I think paintbrushes are more of george’s jam. they would get him so good, especially more medium stiffness brushes. i think for tummy tks, in order to get george really going are a little rougher tks - like pokes, squeezing and kneading. but sharper soft things like nails or brushes also can get him giggling up a storm too! especially if paint was brought into play? it would be cold and he would whine about how cold it was, and dream and sap would tease him which would make him more embarrassed and it would just turn into a cycle of them painting, teasing, and getting yelled at by george through his cackles. same with markers - they’d just tease him and write dumb things all over his tummy (like the word “tklish”, or pointing to certain spots and writing “tk here to make me squeal!” and things like that 🫠)

Electric Toothbrush: okay i think this would kill george on his tummy. the lower tummy between his hips, george would be in hysterics. and up the sides of his tummy???? oh my gosh my poor baby ): and don’t even get me started on the sides of his bellybutton! george would be in absolute shambles, tears falling and legs thrashing as dream held his arms down and teased him to bits. all while sapnap ran the brush around the sensitive spots on his tummy 😖