#he uses their arm as a backscratcher

[capitalisticveins]

I HC Sunshine with prosthetics bc of the crash and honestly Blake is the type to take away their prosthetics whenever hes pissed with them 💀

[chaoticace2005]

Reasons the Mothman should die, collectively written by the residents of the Hazbin Hotel:

Coding for Characters: Vaggie, Charlie, Pentious, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, pretty much everyone

TW: References to abuse

He’s holding back Angel’s progress. (Vaggie, is killing really necessary?) (I am concerned about going after a Vee)

I’m hungry (ALASTOR!)

Ms. Angel gets nervous when on the phone with him.

His coat is tacky.

He’s a bug! And bugs must be DESTROYED!

So Angel stops feeling like he has to be so damn fake. This is getting on my fucking nerves.

HE LICKED CHARLIE!!! (Vaggie, wait it’s okay.)

Color scheme sucks. Purple AND red?!

He makes Angel sad, NOBODY should make Angel sad.

Those obnoxious glasses just make him look stupid.

He’s a manipulative, abusive prick.

ANGEL DIDN'T KNOW BOUNDARIES WERE A THING?!?!?!?!?!? (Honestly that explains a lot.)

NOBODY deserves to be in an abusive relationship.

Too many arms. Nobody needs that many. (...Angel has that many?) (Well maybe he shouldn't.)

Ms. Angel keeps coming home all messy!!

He’s ruining hearts for everyone. Me and Angel already have enough. At least those are on our bodies, what’s his excuse?

Hearts should not even be ASSOCIATED with Valentino, THIS IS NOT LOVE.

I can do without all the sexual depravity. While I am in Hell this is NOT one of the reasons.

If I have to hear that ringtone one more damn time-

The Eggies found some of his films. They should never be exposed to such horrors. Now I have to explain what “a sex” is.

Makes picture shows that are a disgrace to the idea of “entertainment.”

He’s making a bad name for Uncle Ozzie. This is NOT “lust.”

So we don’t have to listen to another one of Angel’s pornos. (Agreed, it’s quite horrifying!!)

So Ms. Angel isn’t tired when she gets home and can save the kinky stuff for then :) (Niff, really?)

So the kid stops coming home with bruises and cuts that I fix up at 3 am. (Husk, what the fuck?)

Because what the FUCK Valentino?

He keeps forcing Angel to do drugs. (HE WHAT?! Like crack??) (That but also I’m pretty sure whatever comes out of him is an aphrodisiac.)

I want to use his antenna as a backscratcher

Has that whole red color thing going on. Only I am allowed to wear red :) (Al, your text isn’t even red.) (My what?)

What is up with his red spit and smoke? Seriously disgusting.

The red stuff from him may be what allows Velvette to create her “Love Potions” which funds Vax’s stupid endeavors (Do you mean Vox?) (Who?)

FOR MY COLLECTION :D (…yeah okay.)

Really is making a bad name for Overlords. And not in the fun way.

Angel’s shown trauma signs of abuse in our meetings. Im pretty sure it’s Valentino.

Make a doll out of his fur so I have a main villain for roach puppet shows!!!

His only purpose is to keep Veks occupied but considering Vixen’s inane attempts to catch my attention it isn’t working.

So Angel can have his soul and he and Husk can run off into the sunset together like in a fanfiction!!! (Ah, yes that would be nice.) (WE WHAT?!) (Oh Husker, denial doesn’t suit you.)

So Angel can get a good boyfriend THAT’S NOT ME to stop these bullshit allegations.

So Angel can admit his feelings to Husker because our cat surely isn’t going to be the first to do it. (ALASTOR I SWEAR TO GOD!)

Who knows how many other people he’s abusing.

Seems to give Vicks confidence. He has enough of that as is. It much more fun to destroy him.

He makes Angel sad which makes Cherri sad!

HE HIT ANGEL!!!

Called my dear Rosie an "old hag" NOBODY CALLS ROSIE AN OLD HAG.

Angel is a good friend and deserves so much better.

I’ve forgotten what moths taste like.

He keeps trying to get Angel to move out :(

Told the kid he had to lose weight. What the actual FUCK. (Ill kill him.)

He’s annoying and looks quite stupid. How has this not been added yet?!

He’s making a bad name for Spanish speakers everywhere. (Yeah it’s embarrassing.) (Wait… what?)

He’s making a bad name for pansexuals everywhere.

He’s making a bad name for wing-holders everywhere. (HE HAS FUCKING WINGS?!) (Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you?)

Too tall. This is ridiculous.

Won’t admit he’s blind so he’s become even more of a public safety hazard.

If I get one more transmission of him and Box commiting lascivious acts someone will be eaten. I don’t care who. What the purpose of these are I don’t know. Advertisement? (I think it’s to make you jealous boss.) (Ha! Jealous of what? Mediocre sex with a pathetic excuse for a businessman with a TV as a head?)

Because Angel deserves fucking better.

[nichenarratives]

Lackadrabbles 1

Just a skit, for the funnies.

Backscratcher

Rocky using his desk ruler as a backscratcher was perhaps the last thing Mordecai expected to open his office to that morning. The door had been locked and there were no windows into the room to use for access. Yet here the irritating musician is, fully standing on the accountant’s desk, bent right over backwards with an arm over his shoulder to ensure the thirty centimeter wooden tool could reach his lower back, an intense look of relief on his face.

In contrast, Mordecai rapidly cycles through an array of minute micro expressions; eyes widening a touch in surprise, he blinks in confusion, then scowls with irritation and a single ear flicker of anger before he slams the door closed. Rocky freezes, eyes wide and pupils narrow, an obtusely bent deer caught in headlights as Mordecai pulls his satchel over his head and wrinkles his nose in discontent. 

“What,” he asks sharply, pausing not for effect but to remember to breathe. “Are you doing with my ruler, Roark?”

The tabby bites his lip, glancing over his shoulder toward the ruler then back at Mordecai, before an anatomically concerning smile broadens across his face. “Morde!” He greets when straightening up, his spine flexing as easily as bent spaghetti as he rolls his shoulders back upright. The tuxedo’s ear flicks again and he squeezes the satchel shoulder strap in a fist. Rocky doesn't seem to notice his displeasure. “Mr May sent me to find you! You didn't answer, so I let myself in. Then I found this back scrat-”

“That is a dual measure imperial-metric table top ruler,” Mordecai corrects in a low, dangerous tone. “Designed to measure both inches and centimeters to the extent dictated by the average desk. It can also be used to create straight lines, grids, even ledgers but it most certainly is not a back scratcher.” 

He places his bag in the guest chair opposite his desk, glaring up at the tabby through his glasses as he advances, his fangs bared as he motions from the carpeted office floor to where Rocky continues to stand. “Even if it were, why does that facilitate standing on my desk? What purpose does elevation serve when scratching your back? The increased gravitational force of two feet won't assist either your reach for transferable force. It's nonsensical!”

It's Rocky's turn to blink, his posture slouched to the side and a lip curled slightly into a sneer, though his wide eyes and twisted muzzle soften his features to a confused stare. Mordecai sucks in breaths after his rant, teeth still bared, his palms turned upwards and open in question as they stare at each other. A second turns into two, then five. Just as Mordecai is about to order him out does Rocky straighten up.

“Well,” he begins now, placing a hand on his hip and puffing out his chest some, his tail swishing behind him contentedly. “You see, it all began in a dream-”

“Leave. Immediately.”

Despite his former confident stance, the gray tabby scrambles to comply with the order, falling over his own ankle and stumbling off the desk in a pile at Mordecai’s feet. He glances up directly into a stern gaze of his coworker and grins sheepishly, a soft chuckle in his throat before he scrabbles out of the door on all fours and pulls the door closed with his foot along the way.

Silence falls in the windowless office. Olive eyes slip closed as Mordecai takes a deep breath. Exhaling sharply through his nose in a huff, he turns around and carefully removes his hat, placing it on the coat rack behind the door. His coat follows, as does his suit jacket, whereupon the accountant turned trigger man carefully rolls his sleeves to his elbows before approaching his desk.

The tuxedo slips into methodically soothing routine setting under for the day: emptying his satchel of important documents, ledgers and books; sitting in his chair and setting out his pens; locating receipts to include in expenses and file away. It's only as he comes to organising his writing equipment, laying it out in order, that Mordecai realises he's missing the very piece of the ensemble Rocky had been using to relieve an awkward itch.

His hand hovers over the empty spot on his desk, a breath momentarily caught in his throat. His setup is incomplete. It instills a momentary discourse in the reserved tuxedo; he can't fulfill his duties without his equipment. His hand shakes a little over the empty space, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. Flexing his fingers into a fist, Mordecai takes another pointedly deep breath and leans back in his chair, taking off his glasses to rub the corners of his eyes roughly.

It shouldn't be too difficult to find a replacement or recover his trusted ruler from the musician, but first; Mordecai Heller needs a strong cup of tea…

[theanimewriter]

Hi, if you wanted to write, can i have a fluff Yu Ishigami x F!reader. Like he as a reader boyfriend. <33

The Gamer had gain an achievement

pairing: GN!reader x Yu Ishigami

genre:Fluff

Warning: None!

Summary: Having Ishigami as a amazing boyfriend.



Being poor at reading emotions, Ishigami does a better job of meeting his partner needs when made aware of these needs.It well known that Ishigami is not generally known for his skills as romantics, but a strong and solid partner who care deeply about those he allow into his live.

You manage to do all of that and show Ishigami so much love than he thought he could ever get.He is just the most lovely and caring boyfriend that you can have.

Having Ishigami as a boyfriend means; needing space and time alone, no matter how enamored he is by you. He require this time to recharge and process his inner thoughts and feelings. Without this time to themselves Ishigami becomes mentally and emotionally exhausted, and this is just something he cannot live without.

Ishigami always listens to you even if it doesn’t look like it or even if you’re not talking to him,he listens.Listening and communicate means everything to Ishigami,That’s how he knows how you feel and how you know with his feelings.

He always pays attention and analyze what he have seen and heard, in hopes of understanding people better and you particular.If you look mad even if it’s very little to notice,he’s the one that can tell; Sadness,stress,happiness,bored.He see it all.Ishigami will stop everything and everyone just so he can help you.

Physical Touch is Ishigami love language.It would take some time for him to get to do this but when it comes you’ll never have him stop touching you.He tends to give you backscratch or a massage, arm around you,hold your hand,soft kisses,cuddling.etc. Do keep in mind,Ishigami took a long time to even hand your hand without feeling the urge to pass out.

Spending time together is another thing that you too tend to do. He would really like if you listen to his hobbies and play games with him as while.He would also be happy if you like or don’t mind his manga or the girl he likes in them.Of course,they aren’t better than you but he still likes them.(You’re always first in his book,no matter what.)

He for you to tell him you love him.He can’t say it that much but it means the world to him if you would tell him that his amazing,smart,loving boyfriend you ever had.He would start crying his eyes out since no one has ever told him such nice things before.

Make sure you never call him ‘creepy’ for anything.If Ishigami ever heard you called him ‘creepy’ he would never let it go,he would think he’s one of those weird,creep,psycho boyfriends or how his old crush boyfriend use to play with her like a toy.After that you have to apologize and say his nothing like that.

Don’t be surprised when people are questioning why you’re with him.You are not the one getting bully it’s really him and people feels bad for you that you’re even with him.Being Ishigami’s lover means you know the truth that happens at his middle school. Normally you simply just have to tell the person off kindly and tell them that you know who he is and you love him no matter what anyone says.(This also made him cry.He feels so lucky to have you.)

But if someone would ever pick on you they would never live for it.If Ishigami has to beat the sh*t out of someone than he very much do so.He will take no one to bully such a nice,kind-heart, and love able person as you.Someone like you should never be put through such things.

In totally,Ishigami is such an amazing boyfriend to have and he would do anything in the world for you.He wants nothing more for you to be happy with or without him.Juat having a smile on your face is more than good enough.(Even though he says it won’t matter if you leave him,please don’t he loves you to much and he just so happy and lucky to have you.)

[toweroftickles]

I'd love to see some more League of Legends headcanons if you ever felt like doing any more of those!

TICKLISH CHAMPIONS Vol. 2:

Arcane, League of Legends Investigations

Research File LRNT-09 - 4201

Received multiple requests for further studying of Runeterra warriors. As stated in previous report, unique variety of species and mutations provide wide sample pools for study of native neural systems.

Vi

Ticklishness Ranking: 8/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Armpits, Abs

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Above Tailbone

Personification of the “badass tough-girl who hates being tickled” trope, to a T.

Grits her teeth, visibly becomes nervous when touched in sensitive spots.

She doesn't kick - she punches. Very hard. Do not let her keep the giant fists.

Has a goofy cackle that she's embarrassed by the sound of. Will fight like hell to hold it in.

Offered the chance to torture Caitlyn for research - attitude immediately changed. Chuckled and rubbed her hands together in wicked glee at the prospect.

Arrogant prankster tendencies. Loves to fluster Caitlyn, and tickling frequently plays a part in that.

Usually tickles by jabbing with her index fingers. Lacks a gentle touch. Will definitely make fun of you for being ticklish.

Jinx

Ticklishness Ranking: ?/10 (at least a 9)

Most Ticklish Spots: Armpits, Belly Button, Feet

A brutal maniac with an affinity for explosives and pyrotechnics. Extreme caution required.

Jinx is a sadist - sometimes enjoys viciously tickling her victims & captives as a means to inflict agony. Eagerly volunteered to torture the other test subjects, and offered information about Vi & Caitlyn’s weak spots without prompting. Delights in using taunting and baby talk as psychological warfare.

Unusually aggressive toward Vi and Caitlyn - had to be pulled away from them as she refused to stop.

As a tickler: mostly attacks with intense scratches. Digs her fingers into the lee’s skin nearly hard enough for her nails to draw blood.

Annoying laugh. Wild guffaws that maniacally bounce up and down.

An extreme thrasher. Cursed, screamed “I’m gonna f***ing piss my pants!!!”

Passionately hates being tickled. Did not expect to be a test subject herself and reacted with rabid anger. Do not do this again.

Add. Notes: We really should start screening some of these people beforehand. She immediately broke free and incinerated millions of dollars in lab equipment. One of my arms has been blown off. Insurance report to superiors will be catastrophic.

Caitlyn

Ticklishness Ranking: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Sides, Arches, Back of Neck

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Small of Back

Authoritative. Harsh. Demanded to be set free and displayed great irritation at the "childish" thought of being tickled.

This was a facade - Caitlyn is instantly sapped of strength and fortitude by tickling. Begged for mercy more than any other Champion studied so far.

Attempted to be brave when tortured for information, but talked quite quickly.

Most Effective Tool: Feathers

Soft, deep, almost sad-sounding giggle. Squirming was common.

Began to wail and went blood-red in the face when tickled by Vi, particularly when Vi teased her by calling her "Cupcake" (possible kink? Or person-specific reaction? Study further.)

Turned down offer to get revenge on Vi - the idea apparently caused her great embarrassment.

Nasus

Ticklishness Ranking: 7/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Balls of Feet, Ribs, Abs

Didn't seem aware of his ticklishness - displayed confusion and panic when he began to laugh.

Though not the most excessively sensitive, has little-to-no experience with resisting tickles. More desperate to escape than most.

Most Effective Tools: pointy implements (claws, sharp nails, backscratchers, etc.)

Like a dog, will involuntarily kick his leg if scratched in the right spot on his stomach/hip area.

Low-register laugh that threatens to cause the room to shake.

Soraka

Ticklishness Ranking: 6/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Beneath Ribs, Hips

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Base of Horn, Long Ears

Wistful, soothing voice. Breaks into a beautifully melodious chuckle when tickled.

Her default personality trait is "calm in mind and body," the serenity that comes with eternal wisdom. If she dislikes being tickled, she takes great pains to remain unbothered.

Must on occasion get her hooves trimmed & cleaned by a farrier...is visibly uncomfortable during the process. (Ticklish? Painful? Reactions unclear.)

Most Effective Tool: Toothbrushes

Miss Fortune

Ticklishness Ranking: 8/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches, Tummy, Thighs, *redacted*

This pirate’s firearms expertise makes her difficult to apprehend.

If you ask: strangely she will not deny being ticklish, but makes it apparent that anyone who tickles her will be punished.

Cackles loudly from the back of her throat. Definitely a kicker if not properly restrained.

Once used tickle torture on a captured young pirate, to extract information about his captain’s treasure.

Sultry, alluring voice makes her a mercilessly effective teaser. Seems to enjoy using tickle talk.

In spite of this, has an iron will for resisting interrogation herself - will laugh non-stop but will never confess anything.

Most Effective Techniques: Paintbrush in belly button, squeezing and pinching with fingers.

Nami

Ticklishness Ranking: 7/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Belly Button, Hips

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Behind Abdominal Frills, Ventral Tail Surface

Determined to display bravery and fortitude when captured. Resisted the tickling at first, but seemed to have fun by the end.

Friendly, sweet. More open to being tickled than most Champions. Has an adorably nasally laugh.

Jumps and wriggles around during tickles, doesn't really fight back.

Scales are surprisingly soft and almost akin to spandex in texture.

Loves playing with otterpuses (otterpi? - local wildlife), though they often tickle her with their tentacles.

Has a boyfriend (Loto, Abyssal Guard) and a girlfriend (Tama, Marai Songstress) - often gets ticklish during intimate moments with both, due to their abundance of Spanish Dancer-esque fins.

Evelynn

Ticklishness Ranking: 8/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Balls of Feet, Lower Stomach, Butt

To my shock - upon finding out what this testing process entails, Evelynn immediately sat down and offered a candid interview. She seemed downright excited.

"Oh, tickle torture is one of my favorite ways to prolong the torment. After all...all the suffering I thirst for, none of the permanent damage. I can toy with you for as long as I want..."

“These claws and lashes aren’t just for bloodletting…”

“I’ve had people come to me who want to be tickled…boys, girls…just imagine the fun we get up to.”

Tickle Talk: Highly seductive whispers of cruelty, promising that she’ll never stop no matter how much you plead with her…

She enjoys the energy rush that comes from laughter and will gleefully indulge in being tickled herself...if it brings her prey closer.

As a tickler, her laugh is an icy cackle that causes shivers down the spine. When tickled, her voice is much louder and heartier.

Add. Notes: Considered attempting to recruit her as part of my research into nerve sensitivity. Pros: tickling master with a perfect attitude for it. Cons: Will probably kill most of the test subjects.

Ezreal

Ticklishness Ranking: 7/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Ribs, Feet

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Collarbone

Cocky, arrogant, obsessed with his own coolness...hates appearing weak or displaying any vulnerabilities.

Very flustered by tickling. Gets nervous and jumpy and will try to sprint away. One of those guys who has a jittery laugh.

Expert escape artist due to globe-trotting adventures - recommend using magical or complex restraints.

Friends with Vi - she knows all his tickle spots and will always overpower him in a wrestling match.

Not much of a tickler, barring attempts to hit on cute girls.

Add. Notes: Remarked that a creature called "Zoe" often tickles him mercilessly as a means to flirt - make note of this Champion for further use.

Cassiopeia

Ticklishness Ranking: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Ribs, Belly Button

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Upper Sections of Tail

In defiance of her bitter cruelty, being tickled is Cassiopeia's secret weakness. She cannot handle being touched for more than a few seconds.

Falls into bellowing roars of laughter and spouts constant threats when tickled.

Writhes wildly. Muscular tail is exceedingly difficult to strap down.

Most Effective Technique: Squeezing and pinching.

This cursed serpent actively seeks power any way she can obtain it. If tickling can get her what she wants, she may employ it, though it's not in her standard repertoire.

That said, her claws make her remarkably adept at this art form.

More likely to retaliate by poisoning you or ripping out your entrails than by tickling you. Extremely high-risk target.

Add. Notes: Classification of apodus species and creatures without proper "feet" (Cassiopeia, Nami, Solaka, etc.) presents interesting challenges. What sort of reaction would the reintroduction of soles create in such beings? Recommend investment in physiological morphing technology for experimentation.

[hailtothemightystarwarrior]

The Star Warrior Nutcracker Ch. 9: Sacrifice

“Keep scrubbing, snail!” daroach yelled at escargoon who was kneeling at the fairy queen’s throne with a sponge “My queen’s throne must shine! If i see a single speck of dust on it, i will wringing out your mucus and make a backscratcher out of you”

The snail squeaked as he scrubbed harder. Daroach stroked his fur as he gazed at the small throne

“Can i stop cleaning now?” escargoon asked hopefully

“Oh no, it still lacks luster”

The snail sighed “why do i even bother?”

Daroach spun around when he heard heavy breathing behind him. he grinned brightly when he saw Spinni dashed through the door with adeleine over his shoulders with Elline and dark metaknight behind him.

"You did it, Spinni!" he exclaimed. "you brought her! Finally!

"she's..." Spinni huffed, "heavier than i thought..."

Daroach scowled "How dare you say that about my future queen?! And give her to me! you're going to drop her!"

spinni collapsed as soon as he grabbed adeleine. the yellow squeaker waited to catch his breath before speaking.

"We did what you asked," Elline murmered, "now can you please give me..." spinni quickly sat up "wait, what? did you say queen?!"

The grey squeaker looked down at the young unconscious lady tucked into his arms, Immediately with the suddenness that all young maidens are prone to and leaving him beaming.He looks at the young and innocent child,sleeping peacefully,knowing she did nothing wrong, dreaming sweet dreams without care. He couldn’t repress a soft chuckle. Oh, She was adorable.”aww…sleepy girl” he crooned, gently rubs her under her chin. He had a wonderful touch, So tender and soothing.

"isn't she beautiful when she sleeps? So lovely" daroach whispered, not seeming to hear them "I Just Love To Watch Her Sleep, Look At How Pretty Her Hair Looks, Her Pajamas Are Darling"

he was cradling the young girl in his arms, gazing in awe as he brushed her gentle black hair from her sweet, peaceful face. Daroach smelled her hair, Warm and passionate, the smell of confidence. "Badump. Badump. Badump." went the girl's heart. daroach's cheek and ear was pressed up against her chest and he'd been listening to the girl's heart all day. It was soothing; it sounded like gentle ocean waves, soft and comforting. A gentle version of a waterfall. Elline And spinni's eyes widened in realization

"wait, you don't mean...?"

"Oh yes, my little friends" Daroach replied as he wrapped his cloak around her, whisking to his chambers. he cooed to humming a lullaby at every step. he laid her down gently on his vast, plump canopy bed. The material was so soft and bulky it felt like a pillow beneath Her.

"Ah, so darling, even asleep, this lovely girl is going to be my squeak queen, and will rule the land of dreams by my side" Daroach smiled, gently patting her head.

he smiled as their trinkets started glowing again. he was tempted to kiss her, but thought it would be better to wait until she was awake. Daroach noticed her enchanted paintbrush from the pocket of her robe which he gently pulled out. He examined the brush, It’s such a beautiful giveaway adeleine has. meanwhile, his spies including escargoon gave him a funny look

"um...don't talk this the wrong way, sire, but... i don't think she's your type"

daroach turned around and scowled "insult my queen again and i will turn you inside out and wear you over my shoulders.”

"Whoa, whoa, calm down!" Spinni screamed

Elline approached him, holding up her hands "Look. we did what you ask us to do isn't, can you just give me back claycia so i can go?"

the squeak king scoffed "Oh. I'm not done with you just yet, brushhead"

Elline's face fell "what? But we had a deal!"

he held up a finger “ah,ah,ah! I said that once i had the brooch, you would get your big sister back"

"Yeah, we brought her, now it's your turn to uphold your end of the bargain"

“Yes. I have her, but the brooch is still on her, and as long as it's like that, I can't touch either of them. she is the only one who can remove it. we'll have to persuade her somehow. Snail!”

escargoon went up to him and saluted

"keep an eye on my bride and inform me when she wakes up. I'll seal off this area so she can't escape. oh, and don't do anything silly with her!"

"right, Sire" escargoon squeaked, innocently patting Adeleine's head "i'll keep her safe, no sweat!"

"GET YOUR SLIMY PAWS OFF OF HER!" daroach bellowed, his eyes litterally blazing with fire.

"right!" the snail quickly retracted his hand "Sorry!"

the squeak king relaxed and turned to take one more look at his bride. He Then tucks a small blanket around adeleine like a shawl. she looks very cozy under it. As daroach began to draw the curtains around the bed, he gazed at Adeleine, who hadn’t budged an inch during this entire conversation. the child looked very cute and comfy on his featherbed, sleeping beautifully like an angel. "My poor tired lady," he thought lovingly. He blew a kiss at her, "pleasant dreams, my dear"

the squeak king turned to the paintbrush fairy

"now," he said, flashing a tooth grin, "As I was saying, I may still have some use for you yet, elline"

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Adeleine was so exhausted that her not-so-little nap lasted for nearly four and a half hours. At some point, she surfaced briefly and realized that she was in bed, but this knowledge had barely dawned on him when she was out again. Finally, in the middle of the afternoon, she managed to open her eyes. adeleine's head spun as she started to wake. she didn't remember how she had fallen asleep.

In a rare occurrence adeleine’s eyes fluttered groggily open. She turned sleepily over facing away from the light that pierced its way through the curtains, wiggling herself back into a comfortable way in the bed. adeleine couldn’t help but sigh contentedly, feeling so at ease. Her little frame sank a bit into the super plush mattress and around her shoulders, she was wrapped in the baby pink fuzzy blanket. She let out a soft sigh determined to sleep a bit longer

she herself was lying on what appeared to be sheets hewn of silk, on the fluffiest pillow she had ever felt in her life. But where was she? Adeleine had nearly drifted back off when her tired mind came to. The light filtered through the crack of the curtains around the bed, billowing the curtains with cool wind that wafted through. She rose up with sudden concern and tossed back the warm blanket and sat up. “Oh no, what time is it? I slept like a baby" she opened the curtains to reveal the outside of the bed

For a long time, she wasn’t sure where she was. Somewhere, definitely, but she had never been in this room before. It was nearly as lavish as Susie's chateau, but much more spacious, Yet here she was, wrinkling priceless sheets.

“Oh dear ,oh dear…” Adeleine yawned,stretching and rubbing her eyes.

She stayed where she was for several minutes, blinking sleepily, until escargoon peeked into the room to check on her.

“Oh good! You’re awake!”

“Oh my goodness!” adeleine gasped “you’re a snail, why aren’t you the most cutest, huggable snail I ever met!”

Escargoon blushed in spite of himself “aw shucks!” as he held his hand to get her out of the bed. Adeleine then gave him a warm, gentle embrace.

“Wow. i’m beginning to see why daroach picked you for…”

“wait,“ adeleine said jumping back. “Daroach?”

“Yeah. didn’t you know this was his castle?”

She looked back at the front of the bed she had been lying in and saw a large “D” carved onto the footboard. Its symbol it reminded her of…

“Daraoch! Oh My God!”

She dashed across the room to the door

“Uh” escargoon uttered, raising his hand “I wouldn’t do that if i were…”

She ran headlong into different directions of the hallways, into the unknown. There was nowhere else she could go. Every turn adeleine took was like a labyrinth. She can still hear the familiar voice. His good hearing could hear the sound of her footsteps. Adeleine nervously checks for dark lurking shadows in the corners,thinking that daroach is waiting to grab her. Poor Adeleine ,All she could do is run, but Which direction could she even go?

As luck have her, Adeleine finds a corner, when she’s out of breath. She braced up against the wall and tried to save her breath until she hears the voice of the squeak king

Adeleine Notices Something down the hall, It is a double doorway. She wonders where that door would take her, The way out of the castle or a room to hide from daroach .When she approached the door, adeleine slowly reach for the handle. She knows it’s now or never, until she opened it to unlock the throne room

“Yeah,” the snail chuckled awkwardly “daroach kinda didn’t want you to leave, so…”

“Oh no, i need to get out of here now!” adeleine shouted as she kept breathing nervously. “I need to get to my friends! How did I even get here?!”

“Oh, that’s right! I need to tell daroach you’re awake!”

She stopped breathing and slowly turned her head towards escargoon “No! Don’t call him here! He’s horrible!”

“Exactly why I have to get him!” he cupped his hands around his mouth “your majesty! She’s…”

His voice was muffled as adeleine covered his mouth

“No! You have to get me out of here! He’s going to take my brooch, and then he’s going to kill me!”

“Oh, adeleine, surely you don’t think of me as that cruel?”

She spun around at the voice and found herself face-to-face with the squeak king once more. She was so surprised that she stumbled backwards onto the floor. Daroach chuckled as he shook his head.

“Must we always meet like this? Me, towering over you and you, cowering in fear? Sweet, sweet, Adeleine, you have nothing to fear from me”

Adeleine pressed her back against the wall as he started circling her. She looked down, trying not to look in those cruel eyes. She shivered as he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“You are a difficult girl to catch”

She turned her face away and weakly asked, “what do you want from me?”

“I told you. Your brooch”

She decided to be braver and squared her shoulders, still not looking at him. “Well you can’t have it. And if you try to take my brooch…well, you remember what happened last time, and this time, you won’t receive any pity from me”

She yelped as he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to meet his furious gaze

“Oh, I considered myself as a patient creature,” he growled, “but you’re not making this easy for me! Just give me the brooch!”

“No!” Adeleine spat “You’re evil, I’ll never give it to you!”

Daroach felt like he’s ready to strangle the girl, but he took a deep breath and smiled

“My previous offer still stands. I can send you home to that drab orphanage”

“It wouldn’t matter!” she exclaimed, pushing him away. “Even if you’re telling the truth and you do send me back, my friends will still be here, and no doubt you will make them suffer! I’m not even sure you will keep your word! Monsters like you never do!”

The word “monster” pierced him like a sword and his eyes flashed red as he stormed over to her. She screamed as he gripped on her robe.

“WHY YOU NO GOOD FOR NOTHING LITTLE WENCH!” he bellowed, pushing her to the ground “YOU THINK YOU CAN BACK TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?! ME?! THE MASTER OF THE SQUEAKS?! THE MASTER OF ALL THINGS…”

He paused when he heard a soft whimper. Daroach would be able to hear little sniffs and hiccups; it was probable the girl was trying not to cry as she lay on the ground. Adeleine’s face was hidden by her black locks, but all he could see was a single teardrop plop to the floor. His heart instantly softened and he reached out his paw.

“Shhh, shhh, don’t cry…” he whispered as he gently touched her chin. He couldn’t help but draw out his handkerchief to gently wipe her tears away. He thinks she’s adorable when she cries. Her tears are like little stars falling out of her eyes and her blush makes her innocent and natural as a rose. Daroach didn’t mean to frighten her or hurt her.

Adeleine’s eyes widened in bewilderment as he tenderly lifted her head. She wanted to tear herself away, but something about his surprisingly warm gaze had her frozen in place. Why did he always have the same effect on her?

“I can make you a better offer,” he said as he lightly stroked her black hair. “You give me the brooch, and i will give you whatever your heart desires”

“Will you please spare metaknight and the fairy queen?” she asked with wide, pleading eyes

Daroach blinked “well, no, but…”

She slapped his paw away “well then there is nothing you can give me!”

He growled through his teeth and raised his paw to strike her down, but after another deep breath, he regained his composure. Then he smiled wickedly

“Oh isn’t there?” he snapped his fingers “oh, boys!”

Adeleine turned her head as a pair of squeakers burst into the room, elline is struggling in their grasp

“Elline!” adeleine cried

“Adeleine, don’…”

Daroach uses the enchanted paintbrush to draw a black streak that zipped elline’s mouth closed before she can finish. He grabbed her around her small body as a way of begging to strangle the paintbrush fairy

“Yes, we caught her along with you,” he smirked. “The colorful poinsettia? I put a spell on it. Your friend here couldn’t help but take a sniff herself” his eyes flashed red again. “I might not be able to hurt you, my beauty, but your friend here doesn't have a magical brooch protecting her”

he began to shake and strangle elline and she screamed through the sticky black line covering her mouth as she gets tortured. The sight brought adeleine to tears.

“Stop it!” she shouted “she doesn’t deserve this!”

“Oh, I’ll stop,” daroach said, strangling harder around elline’s neck, “if you give me the brooch”

Adeleine glanced solemnly at elline, who was wildly shaking her head. Her muffled cries of protest did not help her change her mind. Adeleine looked back up at daroach and sighed in defeat as she undo the button on the ribbon of her brooch.

“Alright daroach, you win,” she murmured

Daroach grinned in triumph as the brooch fell into his paw. He released his hold on elline and chuckled darkly.

“That’s a good little girl” he turned to the two squeakers “release her, boys”

The guards dropped the paintbrush fairy to the floor. Elline gasped as the sticky black line vanished from her mouth. She looked up at her friend in guilt

“Adeleine,” she breathed “what have you done?”

“I’ll tell you what she’s done,” daroach sneered, gripping the gold brooch “guaranteed that my reign will last for all eternity!”

Daorach revealed the brooch’s image of Adeleine’s parents and their baby girl. He smirked at the image “Won’t your parents feel sorry for you.”

He tossed the brooch into the air and brought out his cane to give it a deep freeze until it became solid piece Of ice.

Adeleine watched in horror as he crushed the cold brooch in his paw and it crumbled into a rain of icy dust. Adeleine dropped to the floor.

“funny,” daroach said, raising an eyebrow. “I thought it’d be harder to destroy” he shrugged “oh well. Who cares? Now there is nothing left to stop me!”

“Except maybe the nutcracker”

The squeak King darted his eyes at escargoon, who immediately regretted and jumped behind the thrones.

“Yes” adeleine said defiantly. “Metaknight will stop you! All my friends will stop you!”

Daroach laughed. “You really think your friends will come and rescue you? Given your choice of friends, I find that hard to believe”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh,that’s right, i nearly forgot,” he turned to elline and started clapping as he approached her. “Brilliant performance, elline! You nearly had me fooled!”

“Please don’t…” elline begged

“Elline, what is he…?” adeleine asked in confusion

“Haven’t you figured it out? Daroach Mocked as he put his arm around his minion. “Don’t you remember who gave you the poinsettia?”

Adeleine blinked as she looked at elline in disbelief. “No, spinni and her…”

“Oh but they did!” he chuckled as he pinched the paintbrush fairy’s cheek. “Spinni, elline, and dark metaknight had been my loyal spies this whole time! I had to get you here somehow, you see?”

More tears were coming as adeleine shook her head. “No! You’re lying! Elline, tell me he’s lying! Elline?”

Her former friend hung her head in shame “I…I’m sorry, Addy. I…I can’t lie anymore”

Adeleine said nothing, only stared at her as the tears flowed down her cheeks. Then she turned away and mutter:

“I thought you were my friend”

Elline sniffed “I was”

“Oh, don’t be so blue, brushhead,” daroach said as he ruffled her rainbow colored hair. “You don’t need friends. Friends are people who say you can trust them, until the day they stab you in the back. Of course, you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you”

She looked up at him with a hard, cold gaze. “Ok, i did what you asked. Now give me what you promised”

Adeleine turned her head a little, curious as to what this promise was

“Hmm,” daroach said, tapping his chin “I did promise you something, didn’t I?”

After a moment of thought, he shrugged. “Oh what the heck? I’m in a generous mood today. Shame though. You were such a useful asset” he sighed. “Very well. you may have your reward”

He snapped his fingers to summon the guards bringing in a pale skinned girl with baby blue hair. She wore a magenta beret as her cyan hair that covers her eyes, and magenta hairclips. Around her neck she wears a giant lilac scarf with magenta lines at the tips. Her body is dressed in an oversized purple coat covered in magenta dots. On her feet she wears a pair of magenta shoes similar to those of a jester. The sculptress also has a pair of small, floating hands. Elline’s eyes glistened at the sight of her.”

“Claycia?”

The girl in purple sweater turned and gasped “Elline”

Adeleine watched in amazement as the fairy and her big sister rushed to embrace each. A few tears escaped elline’s eyes as she ran her hands all over her sister

“Oh, claycia, are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?”

“eleine, I’m fine!” claycia groaned

Daroach gazed at the two crying girls embracing, it brought him tears of joy to see claycia reuniting her fairy friend. "oh, how sweet...". He couldn't help but draw of his handkerchief to gently wipe his tears away "oh, i just love tearful reunions"

As she continued hugging claycia, elline gazed at Adeleine through her tears. From that look, adeleine understood what she was trying to say.

Elline had never wanted to hurt her. She had been telling the truth about claycia and that she would’ve done anything to get her back. Daroach had manipulated her like he did everybody else

It was enough to turn adeleine’s sadness into rage

“Okay, enough with the sappy reunion! Squeakers, escort these two out. they are no longer of any use to me”

“Wha…? Claycia said. “Elleine, what’s going on?

“We’re free,” elline muttered

“But why? What happened?”

The paintbrush fairy gave adeleine one last look as the squeakers led them out of the room. “Sacrifice”

Adeleine watched until elline was gone from sight. Then she inhaled deeply as she turned her attention to the floor. Daroach’s triumphant expression diminished when he saw how broken she was. He knelt down to her and lifted her chin.

“Aw, don’t cry, my sweet,” he said softly. “ your situation isn’t all bad”

Adeleine narrowed her eyes and wrenched her head away. This action pulled at daroach’s heartstrings. This wasn’t what he wanted. He needed her to smile for him; otherwise the sight of her was just too painful.

Then he had an idea. A golden brooch identical to the one he had destroyed is in his paw.

“Look,” he said, stretching it out with his fingers. “It’s just like your old one.” he opened it to reveal the same image of her baby picture. “Except, you know, it doesn’t have the magic to defeat me. That brooch was a nuisance, but it did look lovely around that pretty neck of yours…”

He attempted to put it on her, only for her to swat it away.

“I don’t want it,” she murmured

Daroach flinched at her coldness, but he wasn’t giving up that easily. “oh , but it pains me to see you so glum, my sweet. The least I can do is…”

“I don’t want it”

“Please, let me put it on you…”

“Stop it!” adeleine screamed, snapping her head around. “just stop it! I gave you the brooch! What more do you want for me?!”

He was about to reveal his wish for her to be his queen for all eternity, but stopped himself. She was not in a condition to receive such an offer. She was angry with him, and he didn’t want her to be when he told her.

So instead, he gently brushed her hair and replied, “I have big plans for you, my dear, but believe me. It won’t be bad as you think”

The tone in his voice made adeleine shiver. Whatever he had planned for her, she didn’t think she was going to like it.

“Squeakers!” daroach called

The squeakers saluted, awaiting his command.

“Take our pretty guest to my chambers,” the squeak king ordered. “And send word to the others that the nutcracker is still at large. Bring him and his merry mates to me unharmed. I want the pleasure of destroying nut boy myself”

Adeleline gasped as the squeakers carried her

“Please, do whatever you like with me! Just don’t hurt him!”

“Really?” daroach said with a hopeful grin. “Well, We’ll Discuss that later when you’re in a better state”

Adeleine scowled in hatred. Still, he hadn’t won yet. Metaknight was still out there. She would be rescued. She was filled with so much anger that she wanted to show him that he did not own her. So she wrenched herself from the squeakers’ grip. They were about to grab her again when she held up her hands.

“I can walk myself, thank you very much”

The squeakers looked questioningly at their king, who had watched the scene in awe. It was so strange, seeing the timid little girl act so defiant. It made his admiration for her double.indeed adeline is full of wit, creativity, and surprises.

He nodded assuredly at the squeakers and they walk at a steady pace behind the girl, who was holding her nose into the air.

“Isn’t she just perfect” daroach sighed once she was out of hearing

“She’s nice,” esgargoon stated. “You know, when she’s not being held against her will.” he looked up at his master. “You sure asking her to marry you is a good idea?”

“Oh, she’ll come around, once she sees i’m not as evil as she thinks”

“Yeah? How you gonna do that?”

Daroach’s arms drooped to his sides. “I have no idea”

[aliveanddying]

TW: childhood sexual abuse detail, domestic abuse, religious trauma

I've been thinking about how much of my life has revolved around abuse, and how I've never known anything outside of it. My dad never touched a hair on my head, thankfully, but I have a memory of him from when I was around five years old where he beat my brother with a belt because he said something about religion, though I'm not sure what it was. My mum ironically locked us in the room we used to learn Quran in together, I think to protect us from my dad. My abuse by my brother was already in full swing at this point (he was only nine, and I don't even remember when the abuse started happening), but he only sat in a corner, red eyes bleeding with tears that streamed down his face. To this day dad never hurt any of us again after that, and I know it's bad, but I'm thankful to him for doing it because it's the only repercussions my brother ever sowed for the abuse my sister and I endured by his hands.

My mum hit us for silly things as kids, usually on our hands or arms with her hand or sometimes a sandal, backscratcher or flyswatter. She told us that one time she smacked my brother on his back when he was around four, and the wind got knocked out of him. She said she would never hit us on our backs or faces again after that, and interestingly, by the time my youngest sister was around five or six years old, she completely stopped hitting us. She was usually way too busy to hit us anyway, always working, cleaning and cooking us the best food she could while both her and my dad were earning minimum wage. Some nights we would eat white bread with butter, dipped in warm milk just so our stomachs would be full before bed, and sometimes in the day we'd have a tin of sardines mixed up with green chili, red onion and salt over white rice. To this day I still cherish these meals the same, because mum always made them as delicious and nutritious as she could. I didn't even know that these were the meals we would eat when we were struggling until I became an adult and looked back on how fiscally we actually lived.

The abuse from my brother started when I was young enough to not even remember it, and ended when I got too old and he set his sights on my little sister. By this time he was in his mid-to-late teens. I'll never forgive myself for ignoring all the signs that he was doing the same to her, and not understanding that not everyone goes through this stuff until I was way older. She told me what he did to her when I was around thirteen, and I had no idea what to do, so I just told her to come to me whenever he tried something. I should have just told my parents there and then, but whenever I thought about doing so, a fear so large that it would set every nerve ending in my body on white hot fire, consumed me. I'm not even sure what I was afraid of, but I never told anyone, including my sister, about him abusing me too. My mum died without knowing, my sister talks to me about it all because she has no one else who would be able to understand her. I'm afraid of telling her the truth because if she blames me or gets angry at me for lying to her, I think I might actually die of heartbreak. I want her to know she can always talk to me and that she can trust me, so the thought of her knowing just makes me think I'll lose her trust. Sometimes when I think about all this, I wish I could disappear in the blink of an eye. I just don't want to talk about him at all, and I wish he didn't exist, but honestly I started this blog because I need an outlet to talk about this, because I can't talk to anyone.

I think I remember the abuse by my brother, and the abuse by the mesab overlapping at some point. I remember it getting so bad that one day my brother ran my foot over with the computer chair at my auntie's house in Cardiff (the one I mentioned in my previous post), and I started crying, hard. It wouldn't usually have hurt this badly, but that day my older cousin, F, gave me a hug to stop me from crying and I just remember weeping for so long in her arms, telling her that he hurt me, over and over again. The next and only time I really let myself wail like that was when my mum died. F was the first person I told about the mesab years later, when I was eighteen, and she helped me get therapy about it, but I never told her about my brother.

I remember that when my brother eventually stopped abusing me, I was so ashamed of the mesab's abuse that I stopped thinking of my brother's abuse completely. I would write in a diary, which I still have but can't read without feeling sick, about how he was "flirting with me", not knowing how else to put it into words using my primary school vocabulary. Between chronicles of broken friendships and stories I would make up about fairies that lived in the willow tree in the school field, I documented the thoughts I had about the mesab. Things like finding out he had a wife and a daughter my age, and wondering if he tells them or his friends about me. Picturing what his daughter looked like and wondering if he did the same to her.

At some point I realised that if things carried on like this, I would completely lose my mind. It was all I thought about, and in some ways I felt like I needed it to stay alive. I started to push his hand away when he touched me, and he would usually just start again after a few minutes. I was scarily dependent on this man, so I would let him the second time, and now that I think about it, it felt like I was abandoned by my brother, who now only gave me morsels of attention when he needed something from me, so the mesab's abuse was like the distorted connection between my brother and I that I had lost. From the day of my epiphany, I started to avoid his classes more and more, going to the bathroom for half an hour to read the back of a box of powdered detergent, bottles of shampoo or bleach. One day, I remember my mum popped out to the shops to grab something quickly during our lesson, and he sent my brother to go and get him some tea and toast from the kitchen. He asked me if he would "fit" inside me, like the lecherous old bastard he was. I had no idea what he meant, so child me just nodded along like I usually did when he spoke to me. He glanced at the couch and then back at me, as if he was thinking. It only occurred to me years later, when these memories flooded back to torment me at seventeen, that he intended to rape me. He just said "no, I think you're too small", and my brother came back to the room with his toast and tea.

It finally ended, I think when I was around eleven years old, about to go into secondary school. I remember thinking that in secondary school I would be different, and I needed to put this "relationship" or whatever it was, behind me so that I could have real boyfriends and live the life I saw in the 2000s teen movies I loved. I pushed his hand away every time now, with the resolve of a preteen longing for a story like Hillary Duff's in A Cinderella Story, and that couldn't happen without a heartthrob like Chad Michael Murray, not a 40-something year old geezer who would fall asleep in his chair when it was too quiet in the room for five minutes. He would retaliate by hitting me for reading something wrong or creating competitions between my brother and I that I would obviously lose, or getting us to draw or write things and say my brother's was better every time, knowing that I was an overachiever at school and a talented artist. My brother and I often got into fights, and he would always yield because he needed me to be on his side and not tell on him for what he did to me. On the last day I ever saw the mesab, I punched his hand away from me. I must have had fury in my eyes because when I looked up at him, he looked almost afraid, as well as angry. He ended the lesson early and ran away with his scaly, slimy old tail between his legs and never came back. My mum was confused about why he stopped coming, and he just told her that he moved house and he was too far away from us to teach us anymore.

The third person that abused me, just makes me sad to think about. I have an auntie (my dad's older sister) who lives quite close to us, so we always see her. For some reason, her family has always rubbed me the wrong way. I grew up playing with her granddaughter who is two years younger than me, but we've never really actually been close. The whole family would always come over to our house, where we would usually play games together on the Playstation or with my stuffed animals and dolls while the adults chatted in the living room and kitchen for hours. When I say the whole family, I mean my auntie's two sons and two daughters, one of each who had entire families and children who came too. My mum would make a huge pan of fulao (or pulao) and about four tandoori chickens, as well as regular white and brown rice and an assortment of fish, meat and vegetable dishes to choose from; my dad would chop big bowls of salad and buy ice cream and Coke for us all to share. My auntie would usually bring big dishes of her own to ease my mum's pain, and we'd always end up with a week's worth of food left in the fridge even when my mum gave containers of each dish to everyone who came.

This auntie has a daughter with down syndrome, who would always be with us while we played. She took the role of taking care of us, always making sure we didn't get hurt or picking up after us when we made a mess. I loved her, because she was always fun to be around and I would cuddle her or read to her for hours when the other kids got too loud. I can't remember if this was the only time this happened, but at one of these big get-togethers, when I was really young (around five?), she put me face down on her lap and started kissing my back. All the other kids kept playing like usual, and I don't think she really understood what she was doing herself. My soul started slipping away like it usually did and I found myself staring at the little TV we had in my room that I shared with my brother until the lights went blurry and clouded my head with RGB-coloured smoke. My mum walked in and screamed "Yallah gou!" (oh my God!) and shame painted my face instantly. She told me to get up and politely asked my cousin to come with her to have some tea with the adults. I don't know how she dealt with the situation, but my cousin never touched me that way again. I remember that night I couldn't sleep and went to the living room to sit with my mum while she watched TV and chatted to my dad until 3am like usual, and they started to talk about what happened. I remember telling my mum not to tell my dad, and she told me not to worry because I wasn't in trouble. My dad seemed to have a nonchalant attitude about it, saying something like "what could we even do?", and my mum angrily saying something about his family. That was the end of that, and my mum just watched over my cousin carefully whenever she came over. Years later, when I was a teenager, she started to behave erratically towards my little sister too, saying sexual things to her and calling her her girlfriend. I would try to get her to stop by spending time with her instead of letting her near my sisters, and eventually she stopped. Even now, my aunt brings her to my house, and I just spend time with her to keep her away from my sisters and keep everyone happy.

I can't help but think it's learned behaviour from somewhere, especially because her family has always rubbed me the wrong way. Coming from a family that has secrets, I know when another family has secrets too, and I really feel that way with them. I'm not sure what made my cousin that way, but outside of all of it, she's very sweet and tends to just mimic what other people say a lot of the time. This is why this just makes me sad, because it feels like she never meant to hurt me or anyone, she just didn't know how to separate platonic, familial and sexual love. Their family is also much more religiously conservative than the way I was raised, and we were never really taught about sex or love or even to be weary about potential child abusers. So I always think, that I can't imagine how hard it must have been for her to grasp these concepts that are just so rarely talked about, and at the time being a 20something year old, I'm sure there were a lot of feelings she didn't know where to place. I don't know how much of this is me just justifying what happened.

This has been another long one, and I still have so much to say, so maybe I'll do a part two tomorrow or later tonight.

[positivementalaxolotl]

People be like...

... "Oh your anxiety isn't that bad! There's worse things to have trauma over so get over it!"

Dipper literally got chased by a bunch of garden Gnomes, got the shit beat out of him by a pixelated karate game character, stuck him arm into a dark and scary "pain-hole", nearly got his head chopped off by a wax figure, chased by a sea monster, put an axe in the stomach of a being that looked like his crush, got chased by a 100ft tall rombot in the shape of the guy that not only tried to force his sister to go out with him but literally used the power of magic to lift him, had to single-handedly save his uncle from a spaceship security system about to send him off to space, watched his crush melt into a puddle of beetles and nightmares, raised hundreds of Zombies and had to calmly apologize to his sister for doing the one thing she asked him not to do, watched the SAME uncle get turned into gold and used as a backscratcher by a huge cheddar flavored dorito all whilst watching the town he was staying in getting taken over by interdimensional beings, then got chased by the same dorito hot-cheeto edition while at the demons base (And was also eventually caught) all in the span of ONE SUMMER

So clearly Dipper Pines is the only person allowed to suffer from anxiety. Clearly.

[lilacliquors]

I feel like behind closed doors ikaris deffo huffs like physically makes the lil huffing sounds. Say you’re reading in bed or something and he’s laying on you on the verge of drifting off and allllll he wants is for you to run your nails down his back (bc let’s be honest his fav thing is your backscratches) so he tries sleepily nudging you to get your attention a couple of times but it doesn’t work so he just lets out a little grumpy huff and wordlessly takes your book out of hands, pulling you into him bc you’ve been reading for far too long and he’s needy for ur attention 🥺.

-🧿

oh, definitely. he's an impatient man child and i love him very much.

you're sitting upright in bed, one of your favorite books in one hand, and your other in his hair. he's laying on his stomach between your legs, both arms wrapped around your middle with his head on your abdomen. you're in pajamas, he's in just his boxers, and his eyes are closed, but every so often, you can hear him exhale, and you think nothing of it.

but then the exhales get a bit louder, and you can feel him move on top of you. his shoulder kind of nudges your forearm, and you run your nails over his scalp, but that isn't good enough. you're still focused on your book, but then, he frees one of his arms and is quick to snatch the book from your hands. you're surprised for a second, then watch as he sits up a bit, takes your bookmark from the side table, tucks it into place, and puts it down carefully ( bc hey, he knows you love that book ).

he wraps one arm back around you, but uses his free hand to takes yours and place it on his back before wrapping that arm around you once more. and then you get the message as he snuggles closer to you. and with a warm smile, you turn out the light, and settle into bed, gently running your nails over the skin of his back as he lets out a content hum.

[thelastspeecher]

Monster Falls AU - Introductions

Once again, my ficlet naming skills leave something to be desired.  Here’s what I consider to be the Beginning of my variation of Monster Falls AU, aka when my darling OC Angie shows up.  But I could be persuaded to write scenes even a bit earlier, say, when the gents first begin transforming...

Anyways, enjoy poor Angie finding out what she unknowingly signed up for.

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             There was a knock on the front door.

             “Stanley, get clothed,” Fiddleford hissed.  Stan groaned.

             “C’mon, Fiddledork, five more minutes,” he said.

             “Ya can scratch yer back in private, like a gentleman.  Put on a shirt ‘fore she sees ya.”

             “Fine.”  Stan set down his backscratcher and walked over to the couch, where he had discarded his T-shirt earlier.  “Now that you’ve got some help for the cure, think you nerds could work on some sorta lotion for me?  These scales are driving me insane.”

             “I know, I know,” Fiddleford muttered, making his way to the front door.

             “Seriously, I haven’t felt itching like this before.”

             “I know!” Fiddleford barked.  He glared at Stan.  “I’ll see what I can do.  Right now, just get dressed.  We’re easin’ her into things, remember?”

             “I think it’s stupid, but I’ll go along with it,” Stan mumbled, slipping on his T-shirt.  “Hey, Ford, Fiddledork’s sister’s here!” he called.

             “I’ll be there in a moment!” Ford shouted from the basement.  “I’m cleaning the lab!”

             “It’s about time,” Fiddleford said under his breath. He opened the front door.  “Angie!”

             “Fidds!” a female voice squealed in delight.  Stan stared at the young woman embracing Fiddleford.

             Wait, she’s cute?  I thought she’d just be a nerd like Ford and Fiddledork!  The McGucket siblings broke apart.

             “Oh, it’s so wonderful to see ya!” Fiddleford’s sister gushed.  She frowned, concerned.  “Ya look pale.”  She put the back of her hand on Fiddleford’s forehead.  “Are ya feelin’ all right?”

             “I’m fine, I’m fine.  Just excited to see my baby sister.”  Fiddleford turned to face Stan.  “Stanley, this is my little sister, Dr. Angie McGucket.  Angie, this is one of the twins I’ve been workin’ with, Stanley Pines.”

             “Doctor,” Angie scoffed, shoving her brother playfully. “Yer worse ‘n Ma ‘n Pa!”  She smiled at Stan.  “Please, call me Angie.  My folks ‘re just happy I finally got my doctorate.”

             “Can ya blame us?  Yer the first McGucket to get a doctorate in anything!” Fiddleford gushed.  He kissed Angie on the cheek.  “I’m so proud of yer herpetology degree.”

             “Fiddledork, you said she was a biologist,” Stan said, crossing his arms.  Angie giggled cutely.

             “Herpetology is a subfield of biology,” she explained. “It’s the study of reptiles and amphibians.”

             “…Oh.”

             “But don’t worry, I’ve got a broad general biology background that should be enough to help with whatever it was ya needed my help with!”  Angie smiled at Stan.  Footsteps sounded.  Angie looked past Stan.  “This must be the other twin.”

             “Ah, yes, Stanford Pines, PhD,” Ford said, brushing past Stan to shake Angie’s hand.

             He must’ve put his human disguise on when he was downstairs.  Ford’s horns were hidden by his messy hair, his hairy legs were covered by his extra-long lab coat, and he wore boots over his cloven hooves.  Ford smiled politely at Angie.

             “Thank you so much for your willingness to help us,” he said.  Angie smiled back.

             “It’s no problem.  I’ve been a bit bored since I graduated.  I’m glad to have this opportunity to put my degree to good use.” Angie hefted her suitcase in one hand. “Sorry I got here so late.  I don’t have a car, so I had to take the bus, and them buses go awful slow.  I certainly hope ya didn’t wait fer me to have dinner!”

             “No, we’ve eaten already,” Ford said.

             “Oh.  Good.”

             “Did you eat?” Fiddleford asked.

             “No.”

             “I’ll fix ya up somethin’.”

             “Thank ya.”

             “Is that all you brought?” Stan interrupted. He nodded at Angie’s suitcase. She looked down at it.  “That’ll last you what, a week?”

             “It’ll last me long enough fer the rest of my things to arrive by mail,” Angie retorted.  “My friend Marley will be sendin’ m’ stuff.”  She cocked her head, her polite smile frozen on her face.  “Since yer so concerned with my belongings, maybe you should bring ‘em in,” she suggested.  Stan raised an eyebrow, impressed.

             “You’ve got some claws, don’t you?” he asked.

             “Bless yer heart,” Angie said, her voice cloyingly sweet.  She turned to Ford.  “I realize I got here late, but would ya mind sharin’ some of what I’ll be helpin’ ya with?” she asked.  Fiddleford cleared his throat.

             “We’re goin’ to ease ya into things,” he said. Angie frowned at him.

             “Why?”

             “It’s complicated work,” Ford said.  “Due to your late arrival, we won’t be able to, ah, debrief you until tomorrow.”

             “…Oh.”

             “But we can give you a tour of the lab!” Ford said brightly.  Angie smiled.

             “That would be lovely.”

             “Stanley, would you get her things?” Fiddleford said. He put his hands on Angie’s shoulders. “Stanford ‘n I will show her the lab.” He looked at Angie.  “At the mo’, we just have a lot of environmental samples collected from the woods, but I reckon you’d like to look at ‘em.”

             “Really?” Stan said.  “It’s just a bunch of dirt and creek water.”

             “Luckily, I’m a big fan of dirt and creek water,” Angie chirped.  She shot Stan another smile.  “Thank you fer bringin’ my things in.”  She marched past Stan, leaving behind her suitcase.  Fiddleford and Ford both gave Stan warning looks.  Once the scientists had disappeared, Stan picked up the suitcase.

             I like a lady who gives as good as she gets. He headed for the attic, where Angie would be staying.  Doesn’t hurt that she’s easy on the eyes, too. 

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             Stan was jolted awake by a bloodcurdling scream. He sprang from his bed, already out of the room by the time he realized he didn’t know where the scream came from nor whether he should be running towards it.

             Odds are that I shouldn’t be going after it. Screaming is never a good thing to investigate.  Not without a weapon.  The door to Ford and Fiddleford’s room opened.  Fiddleford hesitantly entered the hallway, white as a sheet.

             “That was Angie,” Fiddleford whispered.

             “Why the hell did she scream like that?” Stan asked.  Fiddleford swallowed nervously.

             “Probably ‘cause she saw somethin’ what wasn’t natural.”

             “Look, man, it’s way too early to deal with this shit,” Stan said shortly. “What are you getting at?”

             “I’ll need- I’ll need to talk to her, but I’m worried that she might-” Fiddleford started.  Footsteps sounded.  Stan hurriedly ducked back into his bedroom, as his pajamas didn’t cover up the scales that were slowly spreading across his body.  He closed his door most of the way, leaving it open just enough to eavesdrop. The source of the footsteps, Angie, ran past his door.

             “Fidds,” Angie hissed.  “I need- I need to talk to ya.”

             “Uh, sure, Angie.”

             “Could- could ya close yer bedroom door?  I don’t want Stanford to hear.”

             “Of course.”  Fiddleford closed the door.  “What’s goin’ on?”

             “I’m-”  Angie took a shuddering breath.  “I woke up this mornin’ and my legs, they were awfully itchy, so I went to put some lotion on ‘em.”

             “And?”

             “And…”  Angie’s voice became even softer.  “I had- I had scales.”  Stan’s heart stopped.

             Shit.  It spread to her?

             “Show me,” Fiddleford said.  There was a rustle of fabric.  “Those- those are scales, fer sure.”

             “What- what do I do, Fidds?” Angie asked desperately.  “Do I- do I go to the doctor?”  Stan pushed open his door.  The McGucket siblings looked up.  Angie hurriedly lowered the leg of her pajama pants, but not before Stan caught sight of black and yellow scales across her thigh.  “S-Stanley!”

             “I’m gonna come out and say it, ‘cause Fiddledork’s gonna beat around the bush,” Stan said bluntly.  “You’re turning into a magical creature.”  Angie paled.

             “W-what?” she squeaked.

             “That’s why we asked you to come here.  A while back, we got exposed to something, and since then, we’ve been turning into magical creatures.”

             “M-magical-”  Angie looked like she was about to faint.  “I-”

             “Stanley!” Fiddleford hissed.  “Ease her into it!”

             “She deserves some answers,” Stan snapped.  He looked at Angie.  “I’ve got scales, too.”  He turned around, revealing the maroon scales that now covered his upper back.  Angie gasped.  Stan turned back to face her.  “Ford and Fiddledork have been trying to come up with a way to reverse it, but they weren’t having any luck.”

             “So- so ya roped me in,” Angie said weakly.  Stan nodded.  “Why’d ya invite me here if ya knew it was some sort of…contagious condition?”

             “We didn’t know it would spread to ya,” Fiddleford said.  “If we did, I wouldn’t have asked ya to come here.”

             “What exactly do ya know about this condition?” Angie asked.

             “…Not much.”

             “So ya didn’t know it would spread, but ya also didn’t know it wouldn’t,” Angie said.  She shook her head.  “Fiddleford, this- I’m-”  She took a shaky breath.  “I thought ya were more responsible than this!”

             “Angie, I’d never intend to hurt ya.  Please, believe me!” Fiddleford begged.  Angie kneaded her forehead.

             “Fiddleford…” she said softly.  The door to Ford and Fiddleford’s bedroom opened.  Ford stood in the doorway, his goatlike legs on full display.

             “Did I hear correctly?  The transformation has spread?” Ford asked.  Angie looked up.  She let out a small squeak and collapsed.  “Is- is she all right?”

             “Fucking hell,” Stan groaned.  He walked over to Angie’s prone body and checked her pulse.  “Okay, I think she just passed out from seeing Ford.”

             “We should’ve eased her into things,” Fiddleford moaned loudly.

             “Would you just drop it?” Stan snapped.  “We’re way past that, Fiddledork!”  Angie stirred slightly.  The movement caused her shirt to lift slightly, revealing more scales, this time red and yellow, by her belly button.

             Maybe she’s turning into whatever I’m turning into.  That might be nice.

             “Stanley, please pick up Angie.  We should move her to a softer surface,” Ford said.  Stan rolled his eyes.

             “Fine.”  He picked Angie up.  She settled into his arms with a soft sigh.  “Want me to put her on the couch or what?”

             “Yes, the couch seems a good idea.  I can examine her more easily than if she were in bed.”

             “Oh, hell no,” Fiddleford said immediately.  Ford looked at him.  “Stanford Filbrick Pines, you are not examinin’ my baby sister while she’s unconscious!”

             “I won’t do anything to her.”

             “Don’t matter.  Yer studyin’ can wait until she’s awake.”  Fiddleford looked at Angie, visibly heartbroken.  “But when she wakes up, we’ll have to answer her questions ‘fore she answers ours.”

[sentinelpri]

TFA Characters With A Touch/Affection-Starved Human (Decepticon Edition)

Megatron: Touch... Starved? Megatron doesn’t get it. Why would you want to be touched? Affection? It all sounded gross. Naturally, he got close to you since you were his advisor on earth, giving him battleplan ideas and information about humans, but no matter how close you were on a personal level, he’d never expected you to outright tell him that you were touch-starved and craving affection. The two of you have some downtime when the conversation starts, so he inquires about it, and you explain that love and affection are just... Human needs. He takes you a little too literally, and he doesn’t want the only human he likes to become unhealthy! So, as awkward as it is, he starts giving you the occasional backrub, backscratch, headpat, or side hug when you’re working in an attempt to fulfill that need.

Starscream: Starscream is the most touch-starved out of the mechs here. Most of the Decepticons don’t take him seriously and the Autobots certainly don’t love him, so it’s not like everyone is rushing to get in the kiss-Starscream’s-lonely-aft line. When you ask him for a hug for the first time, Starscream gives you some “of course, who wouldn’t want to hug the great Starscream” level bullshit, but inside, he’s giddy and desperate. So he hugs you tight and burns the feeling of your warmth against his touch receptors into his processors and touches you whenever he can, easily picking up on just how much you love it, even if it catches you offguard sometimes. 

Lugnut: You were a longterm Decepticon hostage, and surprisingly enough, you were happy about the whole ordeal. The night Lugnut had been ordered to take you, your ex-SO had dumped you and kicked you out of your shared apartment, so you were basically roaming on the street without a place to stay. Lugnut approached you and told you the situation- the Decepticons needed a human hostage who they wouldn’t hurt but would use as a bargaining chip with the Autobots if the need ever arised, and you would be treated well and given a room to live in on base if you came with him voluntarily. You had also been laid off from your job recently and had no chance of finding a good place to stay since none of your family was in Detroit, so you agreed and went with him. The rest was history, but Lugnut could tell how depressed you got sometimes, and no matter how many tales of Megatron’s glory he told you, you didn’t seem to get much better, so one day he stops and asks you what he can do to make you feel better. You tell him that your old relationship was longterm and that you hadn’t been used to not being touched for such an extended period of time, so he takes you in his large arms the best he can and holds you for as long as you want. You melt into it and thank him, seeming somewhat tense, but still relieved. 

Blitzwing: Blitzwing is very... Touchy. Not in a huggy, kissy, cuddly way, though. Blitzwing is the very casual, unintentional claws-brushing-your-lower-back-when-he-walks-by, resting his servos on your shoulder and standing behind you while you’re sitting down having a conversation, resting his chin on top of your head kind of touchy. He doesn’t notice it as Icy when you’re first brought to the Decepticon base as a human communicator of sorts for Megatron, but one day when Random’s claws brush over your back when he’s passing by and you shiver, he catches on really quick. Blitzwing being Blitzwing, he makes a game of sorts out of it; touches you as much as he can, starting out subtle and getting increasingly more bold just to see what he can get away with. 

Blackarachnia: Going from being widely adored by many bots and constantly loved on by Optimus and Sentinel to being a bio-organic creature who many feared was a kick in the aft, so Blackarachnia knew what being touch-starved was like. Cybertronians, Decepticons and Autobots alike, thought she was disgusting and were scared to touch her. Organics found her terrifying and didn’t want to touch her either, on the rare occasion that she came across them, so when she was charged with watching you, a human hostage for the Decepticons, she didn’t want anything to do with you... That is, until she realized you were in a similar situation. You had been taken from your home with your human family under circumstances that weren’t your fault, and most of the Decepticons wouldn’t talk to you, let alone touch you- either afraid of organics or holding an unwarranted hatred for them. And she did, too, of course, but you were different. You were gentle and kind and needed to be loved like anyone else, and she didn’t want to deprive you of that like she’d been deprived. So, when you’re sitting together without anyone else around, she finds herself resting her head on your shoulder and talking to you. Your warmth feels nice against her, and surprisingly, you aren’t afraid of her. It eventually escalates to you reaching over and holding her hand when you sit together, riding on her back when the two of you go places, the two of you sleeping together, etc. 

Lockdown: On the rare occasion that he’s on earth, he doesn’t mind taking part in human bounty hunting (albeit the very illegal, questionable, black market kind)- it’s a lot easier, and he can use the money to buy some tools and upgrades from earth or have the human currency exchanged into Cybertronion currency for other things. You’re his partner- you’d met when he was having a hard time with a surprisingly resourceful escape artist of a human, who you’d been hunting at the same time. You shot said human dead without hesitation, and naturally, he was immediately captivated. You split the profits of that hunt with him and got his contact information to work with him any time he was on earth from that point on. One time, when he was on earth, the two of you had ended up stranded in the middle of an ice cold tundra during a blizzard. He was warm enough to be alright, but there was no way of getting you out until the snow melted because his vehicle mode’s tires couldn’t drive in the storm (something he would be fixing with an upgrade very soon, mind you). He’d done enough research on humans to know that your body temperature would drop drastically and you’d die if you weren’t kept warm, so when he offered to transform into his vehicle mode and let you sleep in his back seat, but you decline and insist that you’re fine. He knows that’s bullshit, so he calls you out on it and asks why you won’t just be sensible and let him keep you warm, only for you to say that you’re not at all used to anyone being that inconsiderate of you or being that close to you. Lockdown somewhat understands- no one gives a rat’s ass about him in a personal sense, and he hasn’t had a lover or a friend in a very long time, but he still wants to make sure you’re okay. So, he wraps his arms around you and turns his heaters on blast, pulling you in without looking at you so he can keep you warm without embarrassing you too much. He relishes in having you so close after so long of skirting around you and realizes that he, also, isn’t used to being touched and wants to change it. 

NSFW BELOW THE CUT. Since anon who sent out the request basically said whether or not I wanted the piece to be suggestive or wholesome was up to my interpretation, I decided to make the half top SFW so everyone could read it and the bottom half NSFW for anyone who’s interested in that part of the request, as writing both sounded fun. Enjoy!

Megatron: Giant prick, literally and figuratively. Megatron knows you’re desperate to be touched and takes advantage of it to make you do what he wants beforehand; makes you touch him first, ties you up and teases you- mostly verbally or with toys- to get the reactions he wants prior to any thoughts about giving you what you want. When he does finally touch you, though, he doesn’t build up to it, starting out with a fiery intensity and staying consistent with it the whole time.

Starscream: He wants to touch you and has no self-restraint, but you don’t always know that, so he’s able to get what he wants out of you; validation and attention. Before any touching from his end, he makes you beg for it and tell him in explicit detail how you want him to touch you, both so he knows exactly what you’re craving and because he gets off to the thought of you thinking about him doing such dirty things to you.

Lugnut: Probably the only mech in the bunch to just give you what you want without any teasing or making you wait. He loves how sensitive you are and how much you love his spike despite its large size, loves how reactive you are to his touch and just wants to give you everything you could ever want in the bedroom.

Blitzwing: Unlike some of the others who like making you talk in raunchy detail to tease you, Blitzwing (Icy, Random, and Hothead- all three) likes being ordered around. He wants you to tell him how to touch you so he can get you off just how you want him to, wants you to give demands/orders and be a bit controlling in the bedroom despite how touch-sensitive you are. It works, and though you always fall apart at the end, so stimulated that you can’t continue dominating him through the whole thing, that’s the best part for him.

Blackarachnia: Woman just takes full advantage and gives you what you want, but gives you WAY too much of it. Blackarachnia likes to use your sensitivity to overstimulate you with her mouth, her spike, toys- anything, and the louder you get, the harder she goes, even if it’s so much that your voice is going out and tears of overstimulation are welling up in your eyes.

Lockdown: He’s a bitch about it, solid mix between Starscream and Blitzwing; he loves hearing you talk and beg, but likes teasing you with his touches, light and teasing, until you finally get fed up and start telling him what you want without having to be verbally encouraged to do so. 

[magalidragon]

peak performance | bonus epilogue | a teaser

Boop! I’m losing it, I meant to include a commentary on Jon’s scratches but forgot while writing so decided to do an epilogue drabble and now it is 4K words WITHOUT smut 🤭 Whoops. Here’s a teaser.

"Thank you so much Jon for talking with us today. One final question."

"I thought that was the last question?" he retorted.

"Which medal is your favorite?" She asked, ignoring his comment.

That was easy. He touched the 100-meter gold medal again and grinned. "The 4x100-meter freestyle relay. That’s my favorite. Getting to share the gold with the rest of the team is something special. All about teamwork."

Wyn was pissed. "That's all we have for today folks, thank you so much for chatting with us Jon."

"Thank you Wyn."

The lights dimmed, the red light going off, and Wynafryd yanked on her microphone pack, shaking her head, disbelieving. "You are good Jon Snow, you should go into politics."

He kept his face unmoving, assisting the PA who came up to help him with the mic pack on his hip. "I have no idea what you mean."

"You know bloody well that I and the rest of the world know those marks aren't related to a backscratcher on a stick, more like someone's nails." She smirked. "So who is it? You back with Ygritte Wilde? Didn't she win a bronze this go around?"

His ex-girlfriend from high school had turned into a champion archer, which he knew full well because he had a faint scar across his upper arm courtesy of one of her arrows when he broke up with her. "I think so." He had no bloody idea, he avoided her at all costs.

"I think I read she destroyed her bows after her performance."

"Probably, she can't handle her anger very well." He sighed and got to his feet. "Thanks for this Wyn, I had fun."

Robb stormed over, furious. "Those were bloody gotcha' questions in violation of the contract! No personal questions!"

"I didn't ask him about his personal life."

He smiled, nudging Robb away. "Actually, she didn't. Not directly at least."

Wyn grinned. "The blogs sure are having fun with it. Come on Jon, seriously? You're a swimmer and we're not always watching for your ah...performance." She checked him out obviously when he turned around ,calling to him. "Those pants do nothing for you!"

Aye, I know, he thought, leaving Robb to argue it out with her, his pocket vibrating with an incoming message on his phone. He took it out and smiled at the message from Dany. They hadn't been clear when they shared one last fuck and a kiss at the airport in Dorne. It had been probably the most fun he'd had in his entire life. There was something about Dany, the same competitive and intense drive he had, but in an entirely different package and exhibited in a different way.

He kept his confidence under wraps; Dany's exploded from her in every word and movement. He was quiet; she was loud. He was cool, icy; she was hot, fiery. They matched in the best ways.

And the sex was the most mindblowing and simultaneously energizing thing he had experienced.

The way he'd swam in that 100-meter had been unprecedented. He smashed his personal bests by a full two seconds. The following night, he destroyed the 200-meter freestyle, he collected his 200-meter butterfly and the relay was just icing on the cake. Each and every win, he credited the adrenaline and the fire she had transferred into his body.

His coach, Davos, lectured him on getting a good night's sleep before a race, but he'd never been able to do that. It was even harder in Dorne, with those shitty cardboard beds and the way the races were organized for maximum television coverage. He always struggled to sleep well, too keyed up, and that fateful night he'd wandered into the gym and encountered a certain tiny Dragonstone gymnast, he knew he would never, ever be able to sleep the night before a race again.

[nautiscarader]

Wendip Week 2021 Day 1 - Time Travel

Apologies for the massive delay, but my health, both physical and, as a result, mental, got a hit, and had to recover.. .we'll see how things go from there on, but at least I have some more ideas for other prompts.

I wonder if shipping week co-organised by me will accept my late prompts. 

(ao3)

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Wendy Corduroy leaned behind the wooden wall of the Mystery Shack, giving a few squirrels a rather frightening looks. And she had to be careful, as her mission was of utmost importance.

Despite the years she's spent working, and then almost living in the Shack, she felt as if she was on a an enemy's territory.

And of course, in a sense, she was one...

She weight each step of hers, as she crept through the empty lobby. The tourist season hasn't started yet, and the only ones judging her were heads of fake monsters that decorated the walls.

And then, as she turned her head, she collided with someone.

- Oh, sorry, Wendy - her boyfriend offered her his arm and was quick to check her for any bruises - No worries, Dip. - Wendy smiled and returned the soft kiss. - Listen, uh, I gotta meet with Soos, so, uh, catch you later? - Sure, dork. - she smiled - Oh, watch out for the flocks of drummingbirds, they're gonna have a parade... I think they scheduled it.   - Thanks for the tip! Love you!

She gave him a wave, and as soon as he exited the building, she returned to her mission, this time knowing that she'd have no one else to worry about.

But as she entered the upstairs room that once belonged to the young Pines twins, she realised she was sorely mistaken, as she met Dipper's frightened sight.

Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened, as she realised what might have happened. She was trained for such eventuality, though she prayed it would never happen again. She still had nightmares about the Bunker...

In the split second she drew her axe and aimed it at him, forcing him to drop his weapon of choice, or rather what would have been one, had it not been a simple backscratcher. His posture, however, indicated nothing but readiness, and he dared not to lose his enemy from his sight.

- Alright, safety question: favourite animal? - Platypus bear! - Dipper replied at once, the axe's blade inches away from his throat - First movie we watched together? - "A serving of irony, or how aliens tricked us with double-meaning words".

For a long while, the two stared at each other, until their erratic breathing returned to normal, and they lowered their weapons.

- Wendy? - Yeah, it's me... Dipdop. - she smiled - But then-

Her eyes widened, and she stormed to the window, knowing what she'd see.

Next to Soos' family van stood another Dipper and Wendy, laughing about something.

Dipper was about to reach for his make-shift weapon, until he realised that what looked like Wendy would have already killed him several times by now.

- Wendy, wait, why are you-

She reached into her back pocket, almost at the same time as Dipper did. And when their eyes met, they both understood.

- Oh, crud. It's you. - they both said, pointing to each other.

At the same time, the earth began to shake.

- Come on, we need to help them. Us. Come on!

She grabbed his hand and the two darted downstairs, and by the time they reached the ground floor, the Earth in front of the shack has already opened and from the rift that tore down one of the wooden benches, two round creatures emerged, both looking equally angry.

The creatures didn't have eyes, but the razor-sharp teeth and long noodle-like tendrils, dripping with thick, red liquid gave off enough warnings.

Though she shouldn't have look away from them, Wendy had to make eye contact with herself, and her other boyfriend,  and when she did, she spoke one sentence.

- We both forgot.

The other Wendy and Dipper looked at each other, and both clapped their foreheads with their hands.

- Okay, but you guys are gonna explain it!

The other Dipper shouted and scooted away, just before the smoke cleared away, and the two Linguiniers split to chase them. But Wendy already formed a plan in her head: with the help of her boyfriend, she lept onto the broken half of wooden log that served as a bench, and when the tentacle was about to hit her, she dodged and was catapulted into the air, her axe already ready in her hands.

More thick, red paste covered the ground as two halves of monstrous orb fell to the ground, its tendrils still convulsing in its last moments.

But then, the two heard their voice, coming from the other side of the parking lot, and ran to help their doubles. But by the time they reached them, Dipper and Wendy have already trapped the other one by coiling its tendrils on a pitchfork that stuck out of the now-dead monster.

- Nice work. - Wendy congratulated the other two, tasting the marinara sauce from her shirt. - Shame it's gonna be our last meal, eh? - the other Wendy crossed her arms, looking at her with contemptuous look. - Well... it's kinda your fault too. - Dipper addressed the two, hoping to find common grounds.

A moment later, however, they all heard familiar beeping coming from their pockets.  

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- Okay....

And old man hid his face in his hands, wanting to pull hair from his head, but finding very little to work with.

- So you travelled back in time and answered his sudden appearance, and you did the same to react to her travel.

He pointed to Dipper and switched to Wendy, both wearing the same half-frightened, embarrassed looks.

- But why did you go back in the first place?! - the man shouted, desperate to find some sense in the convoluted tale,

Dipper and Wendy paused for a while, gathering thoughts as if they could come up with a better excuse. But as the two looked at each other, they realised there was no other way, other than coming clean.

- Because yesterday was our anniversary. - And we were both so busy that... - ...We both forgot. - ...So we both came back, thinking we met... - ...The original versions of ourselves... - ...When in reality we met the older us.

The older man's face changed the shade from red, to yellow and purple, until it was once more hidden in his hands for a very long time.

- And you killed two of our time-repairers. - Well, they kinda attacked us, so we had to do it, before they ate us to clean up the timeline. - But then Soos came back, and trust us, he ate them, and there is no evidence. - Shut it! - the man slammed his hand onto the desk.

Wendy reached her hand to her boyfriend's, who entwined his fingers with hers, as they both awaited the judgement.

- Your timelessness, having heard the confessions of this blatant disregard of our rules what do you say?

The desperate man looked up and addressed the floating, enormous toddler that overlooked not only this room, but the concept of time, and the several neighbouring realities as well.

- Let them go, these humans are so cute - the new Time Baby answered, toying with a ball of time yarn. - Your time tapes are locked. All four of you, until we untangle this mess, get out. - he barked and slumped over his desk, watching as the colours on the faces of both Dippers and both Wendys brightened.

A moment later, the four young adults were in the elevator, finally able to breathe properly.

- Wow, were we lucky. - Dipper clutched his chest - No more time shenanigans for us, though. - Definitely. - the other one added, clearing the sweat from his brow. - Well... - one of the Wendys interrupted him, watching as their eyes widen - I had one more thing in mind. - No! - they both raised their hands in protest - Haven't you heard him? - Yeah but we won't be doing "shenanigans". - the other red-head continued, mimicking Dipper's strict tone. I mean, technically, it's still yesterday, right? So why don't we celebrate the anniversary... with us?

A frisky smile appeared on their freckled face, followed by a subtle, but vivid blush.

- You mean... - Dipper swallowed loudly - With two of you? - And two of you. - the two spoke at the same time, sending shivers down their spines. - That-That definitely classifies as "shenanigans". - Dipper exchanged nervous looks with his slightly younger self. - And we can do squat until the tapes got unlocked so do you have better idea?

The air in the elevator became much more difficult to breathe as Dippers pondered the situation they were in. And the fact that this was the most sensible option made them both excited and deeply confused.

Never before has spending an anniversary with younger versions of themselves, eating freshly-cooked pasta and meatballs been so much fun.  

[toweroftickles]

UNCATEGORIZED FILES: Completely Random Ticklish Character Examinations

Exploring the multiverse for ticklish test subjects is surprisingly tedious sometimes. There’s so much data to sift through, tons of organization, and you’re often stuck with the same popular victims.

It’s fun to go after underutilized, unknown, or obscure entities. As of yet these personality profiles cannot properly be sorted within existing folders.

Mary Smith (Mary & The Witch’s Flower)

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches, Belly, Knees

A kind but proud witch student…skillful, protective of own image. Can’t stand being tickled - considers it humiliating and frustrating. Post-release, will immediately curl up into a ball, or cover her stomach with her arms and pout.

Sad-sounding laughter that really lers you know that she hates it. Helplessly begs for it to stop.

Will react with fury, and fight back.

Tickle Talk: Playful teasing with plenty of giggles, if she’s the one who starts it. If enacting revenge, however, she taunts aggressively and angrily to embarrass her playmate as much as possible.

When allowed the use of magic, imaginatively utilizes tickling finger spells, as well as object manipulation and stasis.

Teased about how ticklish she is by her boyfriend Peter. Tickle fights common.

Add. Notes: Comparisons to (her contemporary) Kiki are all but inevitable - not quite as ticklish but much less open to enjoying it. Direct side-by-side comparison may be beneficial for studying the impact of magic on sensitivity.

Razor Lemay (Starlink: Battle for Atlas)

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Abs and Belly Button, Upper Ribcage

This no-nonsense metal band pilot is highly resistant - use stronger restraints in future. A violent thrasher. Headbanging skills came in handy when freeing herself.

Never ceased to let me know that I’m a “sick weirdo.” Consider this possibility.

Though toned and muscular, her skin is surprisingly soft. Weak to any kind of tickling.

Most effective tool: backscratchers

Has an airy laugh that is mostly gasps and wheezes; runs out of breath quickly.

Used the phrase “oh my god” more than any other subject studied so far. Offered up nonstop torrent of swearing, violent threats, and begging for mercy.

Jojo McDodd (Horton Hears A Who)

Most Ticklish Spots: Sides, Feet

Hates it. Becomes embarrassed and angry when tickled. Will frustratedly sulk rather than fight back or seek revenge.

Usually groans through teeth but can’t prevent the odd chuckle from slipping out. Skilled at holding his voice in. Press the matter further.

Involuntary reflex - noodly arm flailing if not restrained.

Very responsive to poking and light, fluttery touches.

Often depressed. His mother, Sally O’Malley (who, according to him, is also quite ticklish - investigate) used to tickle him in attempt to cheer him up, but abandoned this years ago upon realizing it bothered him.

When his younger sisters want to pester him, tickling is a go-to option.

Add. Notes: With their long, fuzzy, highly-animated fingers, natural mischievous mirth, and piano-playing aptitude, the Who species has evolved anatomy well-suited for tickling others.

Schell The Spacewitch (Yooka-Laylee)

Most Ticklish Spots: Belly, Armpits

Considers tickling to be her “one true weakness” - doesn’t hate it, but it renders her utterly incapacitated.

Has one of those hearty laughs that carries well over distances.

Feathers are very effective.

Will eagerly return the favor - once used feather tickling as an interrogation method on a fellow spacewitch.

Interplanetary adventures have put her in conflict with various alien plants and monsters, some of which accidentally tickled her with tongues or tentacles or the like - take samples for further lab testing.

Sphinx (Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy)

Most Ticklish Spots: Belly Button, Feet

The adventurous and heroic sort, he’s a little bit cocky….tickling is a good way to make him slightly less so.

A surprisingly effective technique is to tickle his stomach with his own tail. Good results.

He himself occasionally uses his tail this way to flirt with girls.

Not excessively ticklish, but ticklish enough. Will at least squirm and try to pull away.

Doesn’t show much strong emotion…more vaguely weirded out by this than anything else.

Pipirika (Magi: Adventure of Sinbad)

Most Ticklish Spots: Toes/Balls of Feet, Ribs, Inner Thighs

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Inner Elbow

Loud and rough, unrefined. But also very friendly, excitable, and loves to laugh.

Like all Imuchakk people, huge in stature and musculature. Between her large size and insistence on always going barefoot, she’s a tempting target.

If you ask if she’s ticklish, or for permission to tickle her, she’ll gladly say yes and volunteer with a big smile on her face.

That said, she frequently seems to find herself much more ticklish than she remembers.

She likes it but she’s a kicker. Hard to pin down and will not hold still. Tough restraints essential.

Will always seek playful vengeance or start a tickle brawl. Loves to tickle her brother and friends. Often giggles and laughs more than the people she tickles.

Hearty, rumbling belly laugh. Very cute.

Can’t keep a secret; will tell others if you like tickling. (Not out of malice - she thinks it’s hilarious.)

Fire (Adventurers: Masters of Time)

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Lower Tummy, Belly Button

Self-described as “a total tickler. You better watch out!”

Her default attack when trying to escape an enemy’s grip is to tickle them. Has done it more than once. It’s canon. So there.

Claims to have used her school’s time travel computer specifically to visit and “play tickle pranks” on famous historical figures. Seemed very excited by the multiversal capabilities of the Tower.

Spunky and playful. Very energetic. Tickle Talk: mean, merciless, and will make fun of her victims for being so ticklish and weak.

Apparently aware that her constantly-exposed belly invites tickling. Will dare others to start a tickle fight with her “because you’ll lose.”

Most vulnerable to rough tickles (especially brushes).

Always laughs wildly and tells her tickler to stop, but seems to enjoy it at less-intense levels.

Add. Notes: I like this girl. She could be very useful.

Saki Amamiya & Airan Jo (Sin & Punishment/Smash Bros.)

Most Ticklish Spots (Saki): Feet, Belly, Lower Ribcage

Most Ticklish Spots (Airan): Toes, Sides

Virtually inseparable couple. Could not tickle one without the other.

A highly skilled gymnast and gunner, Saki will jump out of his skin when tickled. Airan will lash out physically or curl up into a defensive ball.

Saki is the more ticklish of the two. He’s a live wire of sensitivity; a poke can cripple him. Has a high-pitched giggle.

Airan has a low, wailing laugh. Quickly tears up and complains about how much her tummy hurts when tickled.

Airan sometimes tickles Saki awake in the morning and teases him when he squirms.

Both hate being tickled: feel it’s a silly, embarrassing vulnerability.

Neither are particularly touchy/physical and never really tickle each other. Don’t think about it often.

Saki eventually develops Ruffian physiology after an experiment with his blood - effects of this on ticklishness unknown.

Tess Darrett (Pole Position)

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches, Armpits

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Upper Back, Under Chin

Rarely far separated from her stunt rally cars and spy technology. Exceptionally difficult to apprehend.

Resourceful and skilled in combat. Exercise caution.

Once captured by a criminal organization and interrogated with feathers to make her reveal the access codes to her stunt car computer AI, Wheels. Strong willpower - laughed and laughed but refused to talk.

Otherwise is only ever tickled by her younger sister Daisy (who reportedly is also very ticklish, and has also been interrogated to force her older siblings’ hands).

Not usually a tickler. Avoids going after her younger brother, because he’s not ticklish and would definitely get her back.

Typical sibling relationship: her brother used to pin her down and tickle her when they were kids. She hates it.

Add. Notes: If a woman who is deeply entrenched in the seedy underworld has big 70s/80s hair and often wears a jumpsuit, just assume that she’s tough but with a soft side and also very ticklish. (See also: Fujiko Mine, Carmen Boom, April O’Neil.)

Conclusions:

I might indeed be a sick weirdo. This merits further study.

Breaking character…yeah, IDK what the hell this is and I’m assuming none of you care. Just kinda wanted to blow off steam. I like weird characters that nobody else really cares about.

And why the hell do I even write some of my blog entries this way? Deliberately making things “less fun” seems kinda like a bad idea.

[wyntereyez]

Bad Feather Days part three - a winged!Killian fic

Emma didn't sleep well that night, though she suspected she'd gotten more sleep than Killian. He'd said he'd try to sleep with his wings draping over the side of the bed, to contain the mess, but Emma would still wake up with a twitching, shuddering wing blanketing her, and shed feathers poking into her.

She'd wake up to see Killian scratching desperately at his other wing, or on his back and wiggling against the mattress in an effort to reach that spot between his wings.

She also caught him shivering from the cold, which was unusual for him.

By morning, there was no hiding that he was losing feathers. Much of the down from the arms of his wings was gone, giving his feathers a patchy look.

Killian studied his ragged wings gloomily. "Soon I'll look like Granny's hot wings special," he sighed. He loosely folded his wings and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Emma followed after him, taking her place at her sink. "You don't have to come in today," she reminded him gently.

Killian grunted, and dug out his eyeliner. He'd started lining his left eye in an effort to cover the dark bags beneath them from lack of sleep. Emma suppressed a chuckle at his vanity. "I'll be fine, Love," he assured her. "I've spent many a sleepless night at sea. I'm accustomed to working with little rest."

"I'm having you work on CBL's today. Best cure for insomnia I've ever encountered. If you were to fall asleep during them, I'll look the other way."

"Not more of the bloody magic box," Killian sight dramatically.

"Sorry." Emma's lips quirked.

Killian just grumbled, then grabbed the toilet plunger and tried to use it to scratch his back. Emma snatched it from him, and resolved to buy a backscratcher.

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Killian didn't fall asleep during his computer courses (which was more than Emma could boast) but he seemed to have lost his will to live by the fifth CBL, which covered a lot of the same ground as the first four, just with slightly different wording.

Killian was slumping in his seat, his wings sagging to the floor. Emma came up to him and tapped the table to get his attention. Killian pushed back the headphones and scowled. "These things are more tedious than a week at sea when the winds have died."

"And yet, you're still awake. Want to get some lunch?"

"Aye, Love. But I'd rather not go out. Perhaps we could order in?"

Emma wondered if he was trying to keep his wings out of sight. Her vain pirate was looking a little ragged, and she knew that flustered him. "I need to run a few errands, so I can pick up some food. Any preferences?"

Killian grinned. "I've been thinking about Granny's hot wings all day. Perhaps...a double order?" he added a little uncertainly. "I find I become more carnivorous during molts."

Protein, she realized. Did he require more protein when he molted? "Got it. See you in a bit." She leaned down and kissed his temple. "Maybe sleep if you can, okay?" Any calls to the station would be forwarded to her phone.

Killian grunted and pulled his headphones back on.

Emma stopped at the diner to place their order, and while she waited, she ran over to the library, where Belle was checking in a stack of books. At her side was was a bassinet, where Gideon was sleeping peacefully. "Am I interrupting?" Emma asked softly.

"You're fine. Gideon could sleep through a dark curse," Belle say. "How can I help you?"

"I need to find some books on molting."

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This feels like a filler piece, much like the last part did. It's driving me nuts...

Also, CBL's (computer based learning) are the WORST. If you manage to stay awake during them, you lose your will to live.

[yeet-me-dad-dy]

Masterlist

💜 = NSFW

🖤 = Angst

💀 = Gore/Horror

Markiplier Egos -

Darkiplier:

The Drug in Me is You - Pt 1 - Mark brings home a shy new friend, and Dark finds himself needing to protect them from the other egos. (GN Reader)

The Drug in Me is You - Pt 2 - Dark wakes you from a nightmare, and you and he share a quiet moment. (GN Reader)

A Piece of You - Dark comforts you when you’re frustrated. (GN Reader)

Helping Hands - Dark helps give you your hormone injection. (Trans GN Reader)

🖤 A Reason to Stay - *WARNING: This fic deals with the topic of suicide.* The Reader talks Dark off the ledge. (GN Reader)

Home in My Heart - Reader is anxious Dark is going to leave them. Minor angst. Fluff. (GN Reader)

Dark Sundays - You and dark spend a quiet moment on a chilly grey Sunday.

Wilford: 

Werewolf Scritches - Werewolf reader enjoys some Wilford backscratches. (GN Reader)

Mother Fluffer - Wilford finds your stuffed animals when you fail to hide them all before his arrival. (GN Reader)

Jack’s Lament - You and Wilford visit a pumpkin patch and he leaves with a new helmet.

Actor:

Sleep Over - Mark wakes you late at night to ask for help with his nightmares. (Gender Neutral Reader)

Accidents Happen - Drabble in which Actor “comforts” the reader after they break their arm. (GN Reader)

Yancy: 

💜 What Friends Are For - Yancy helps reader relieve some tension. (Male Reader)

🖤 Bring Me the Horizon - You break Yancy out of prison for the night and take him into the city to have some fun. (GN Reader, mild angst)

Damien:

💜 A Welcome Break - You interrupt Damien’s work to help him relax. (GN Reader)

Septic Egos -

Antisepticeye:

Stop Doing That - You have Anti all flustered with your talk of how good Dark’s chocolate fountain is. (GN Reader)

💜 Rough Day - Anti is pissed off and uses the reader to destress. (Male Reader)

Chase:

I’d Rather Die - Anti has Chase trapped in a maze of endless halls.

🖤 Surrender the Night - Chase ends up in the hospital after a car accident.

Jackieboy Man:

💀 It’s Just a Scratch - Jackie accidentally injures Jameson when blowing off steam.

Henrik von Schneeplestein:

Soft Secrets - Jameson catches Henrik with a stuffed animal.

Jameson Jackson:

💜 Dressed to Impress - Jameson shows Henrik his new dress and things get heated.

Robbie the Zombie:

💀 Help a Zomboy Out - Anti hurts Robbie and you help stitch him back together. (GN Reader)

Antiaverage:

💜 The Sweet Stuff - Cuddles in bed becomes something more.

Captain Jack Sparrow -

Marooned - Jack faces a mutiny against him by his first mate, Barbossa, backed by the entirety of his crew. All but Bill turner and you, who are the only ones that remained loyal to him while the rest of his men would see him walk the plank.

Arthur Morgan -

Dark Dealings - Arthur time is nearing its end, but perhaps he can buy himself some more time by making a deal.

Hannibal (TV Show) -

Hannibal:

Bloody Mary - You find yourself on Hannibal’s menu. Unfortunately for him, you’re not easy prey. (GN Vampire Reader)

Obey Me! -

Lucifer:

🖤 This Last Goodbye - The end of the year has come, and with it, the end of the exchange program. It's time to go home.

Mammon:

Scars - Mammon barges in on you showering, only to see your scars for the first time.

Happy Birthday, Mammon '21 - You take Mammon to a human world carnival for his birthday.

Asmodeus:

💜 Asmo’s New Dress - It's your first time sleeping with Asmodeus, and your chance to show him just how well you can take care of him.

Marvel -

Loki:

Marshmallow Wars - It’s Christmas time. What better way to celebrate than pelting your fellow avengers with marshmallows? (GN Reader)

Are You Still Awake? - Fluff with Y/N and Loki cuddling in bed. (GN Reader)

Beautiful Condition - You have to explain to Loki why your face goes so red when you see him. (GN Reader)

Detroit: Become Human -

Connor:

DBH Crack - Basically a shitpost.

💜 Teach Me - Connor is feeling restless, so you help him out. (GN Reader)

💜 Nicotine - Part 2 to Teach Me. (Male Reader)

🖤 Save Yourself - You and Connor are investigating reports of a hostile android in an unfinished high rise. Angst. (GN Reader)

🖤 For Mercy - You and Connor are cornered and he’s only got one bullet left. (GN Reader) 

💜 Occupied - Bathroom sex with Connor. (Female Reader)

💀🖤 Control - Connor has to stop your dark alter ego. (GN Reader)

Ralph:

🖤 A Garden From a Grave - Ralph helps you decorate your pet’s grave. (GN Reader)

🖤 All the More Beautiful - Some protestors give Ralph a hard time in the plaza. (GN Reader)

💜 For Having Been Broken - Part 2 of All the More Beautiful (Female Reader)

RK900 (Nine):

All That Blood Looks Good on You - Nine attempts to comfort an upset reader. (GN Reader)

North:

I’m So Going to Kill You - You and North are taken hostage. (GN Reader)