#i have it aaaall under control

[spookythesillyfella]

yeeeah so I had to remake my tumblr n' stuff

anywho, I'm gonna make a drawing soon, I swear I will

I've just been caught up with a thingy I'm making

[shipmistress9]

Teasing With Serious Consequences

Fandom: Fourth Wing - The Empyrean

Pairing: Xaden/Violet - Riorgail

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Violet is set on getting Xaden to fuck her, no matter how much she has to tease him before he snaps.

@kinktober2023 and on AO3

AN: This is once again a shorter and tamer entry for this Kinktober collection. It's set in the same verse as Part 1 (Not Playing Fair) with Xaden now being an instructor, but also shares some lore with Part 3 (Little Kitten).

. o O o .

“I’d be wearing that dark blue nightgown, the one you like so much, that closes with those ribbons at the front. The last time I wore it, you used your teeth to remove it, remember? And then went down on me for half of the night. Gods, that was so hot. I’d like to keep it on a little longer this time, though. I like how the silk feels against my nibbles.”

“Violet!”

I suppress a giggle and dunk a bit of cauliflower into the sauce before bringing it to my mouth. My eyes flutter shut and I hum at the rich taste of the gravy. So delicious.

Somewhere across the dining hall, silverware clatters onto a plate, and I smirk.

“Or maybe I’d wear one of those full-body stockings you have in that armoire of yours instead,” I muse. “You know, one of those that just hug my body with bands of silk and lace in between. I imagine those would be pretty sexy, with how they highlight every curve but leave nothing to the imagination. I wonder how it feels when you touch me through one of those, with the fabric against my skin. Oh, or you could trace one of those bands with your mouth, aaaall the way down between my thighs. I bet I’d be completely soaked before you even made half of the way.”

In my mind, I hear Xaden growl. “Violet, stop it! Lunch break is almost over, and I can’t go to combat training with a boner.”

This time, the giggling slips past my guard, drawing curious glances from Rhiannon and the others. But I don’t bother explaining; they know about Xaden’s and my telepathic link by now.

I debate showing mercy on Xaden; as an instructor, he should appear professional. But teasing him is just so much fun, and after he edged me for nearly the entire night, I deserve some compensation, right?

“You’re right,” I throw back at him with fake compliance. “And it’s not as if you could fuck me right here on one of the tables to get it out of your system.”

“Violet…” This time, he almost sounds pleading, and I smirk.

“Although, just think of the shocked expression on Dain’s face when you push into—”

Somewhere across the dining hall, a glass shatters and people yelp. I check in with Xaden to make sure that nobody got hurt, then, with a huge grin on my face, take my trey and stand. “Let’s head over to the gym,” I say cheerfully. “Can’t wait for our combat training class today.”

. o O o .

“I mean,” Rhiannon mutters as we stand near the back of the room and supposedly watch Liam and Imogen spar. “I always knew Riorson was hot. That’s basically just a fact. But… damn, Violet? Is he really that packed?”

My lips twitch but I manage to keep them under control as I throw a glance to where Xaden gives instructions to another pair of fighters on the mat in front of him. He looks scrumptious as ever, his muscles clearly visible beneath his black clothes, arms crossed in front of him, and with that line of deep concentration between his eyes that I always want to kiss away.

But that’s not even it today, not the reason why half the class throws glances at him, some blushing and some giggling. It’s the clearly visible bulge at his crotch that keeps drawing everyone’s attention away from his instructions, the outline of his cock more than just guessable.

“Yep,” I quip back at Rhi. “He is.”

As if he was listening in on our conversation, Xaden’s eyes flicker to meet mine and he throws me a half heated and half reprimanding look.

I throw a sweet smile back at him, combined with a memory of me on my knees in front of him, of his hard cock buried deep in my throat, of my muscles convulsing around him as I choke…

His lips press into a thin line and I think I can see his cock twitch, even from the distance.

“Stop it!” he growls into my mind. But we both know that he could shut me out at any moment. The fact that he doesn’t do it speaks volumes.

“Or what? Will you fuck me right here on the floor?”

I know I’ll probably pay for this later, teasing him where he can’t do anything about it, but it’s absolutely worth it when he shifts his weight and his eyes flutter shut for the briefest of moments.

The rest of our training continues much the same. I keep teasing Xaden with more and more graphic images or descriptions while Rhiannon and eventually Ridoc, too, make more and more direct comments about the tent he’s sporting. I really have to give it to Xaden, though; aside from his raging erection, he doesn’t let anything show. I thought at least a dozen times he’d drag me off into some shadowy corner then and there, but to his credit, he kept in control.

Until the end of class.

We’re all filing out of the gym, the next group already waiting, and head over to the flying field, when my feet suddenly get stuck. Glancing down, I spot a slim band of shadows around my ankles, and my eyes flare.

Finally!

“Vi? Are you okay?” Rhiannon cocks her head at me, Ridoc and Sawyer already a few steps ahead.

“Yeah, I…” I lick my lips, thinking about what excuse I could give her. And decide to hell with it. “Go ahead. And tell Kaori I’ll be a few minutes late.” I smirk.

For the fraction of a second, Rhi’s eyes widen, then she grins. “Alright. Have fun, girl.”

“Not sure, fun is the right word,” a voice coming from the shadows to my right murmurs once Rhiannon is out of earshot.

A shiver runs down my spine as I turn to where I know Xaden has to be, somewhere. “Oh, I had a lot of fun so far,” I keep teasing and slip into his cloud of shadows, hidden neatly in a windowless alcove.

He moves me faster than I can comprehend, my back hitting the stone wall, and I gasp. He’s right in front of me, giving me hardly any room to breathe or time to think before his hands wrap around my thighs and he lifts me up, my legs around his hips.

“Don’t you have a class to teach?” I gasp, humming when I feel his bulge grind into me. I don’t care that I can’t see a thing, not when I’m with Xaden.

“They can wait a couple of minutes. This won’t take long. Now, quiet.”

With one harsh motion, Xaden tears at my trousers and they split open at the seam, leaving me entirely exposed in a heartbeat. I yelp when his fingers push into me without a warning, and I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from making more noises. Fuck, this is exactly what I’d hoped for, a quick romp between classes, desperate and messy.

Xaden snorts, though whether in response to my thoughts or to something else, I’m not sure. “You’re wet, good. Wouldn’t want to hurt you.” He withdraws his fingers sooner than I like but thankfully replaces them with his cock in an instant. Had he already been waiting here half-undressed in the shadows?

However, I don’t get the chance to think about that when he spears into me without a warning and my cry of surprise and stinging pleasure only gets silenced by him effectively punching all air from my lungs with that one thrust.

“You think you can play games with me, little brat?” he growls, his lips skimming across the near-black stone on my collar peeking out atop my high-necked vest. “Time to teach you a lesson, then.”

He withdraws his cock, lifting me up to do so, then lets me drop again and thrusts up into me at the same moment.

Fuck! I nearly scream.

It’s jarring, especially when he does it again and again, but also so good. All I can do is bite down on my leather-covered arm to keep from howling until the entire citadel knows what he’s doing to me.

Faster and faster he goes until he’s positively bouncing me on his cock, pounding into me at a harsh and brutal pace. It’s all I can do to somehow be as quiet as I can when some late cadets hurry past our alcove, Xaden not slowing down in the slightest.

“Xaden…” I sob into his mind. Teasing him all day didn’t leave me unaffected either, and this rough fucking is just what I wanted, punishing yet so good, having me dangle on that edge in mere minutes. I knew it wouldn’t take long, but fuckthisissogooood.

In my head, I hear him laugh. “Nu-uh, little brat,” he croons, at odds with his cock pounding my insides and his mouth sucking a bruise against my neck. “Naughty girls don’t get to come on master’s cock.”

I whimper when he groans and pushes even deeper into me, cock twitching as his come spurts into me. I want to come, too, need it, and try to grind against him for that little bit of extra friction against my clit that’ll surely be enough to push me over the edge as well. But even during his climax, Xaden’s grip on my hips is firm, unyielding.

“Oh, please,” I whimper, forgetting to use our bond to speak, and Xaden growls.

“You brought this onto yourself,” he snarls into my head, and his tone vibrates through my entire body, making everything inside me tingle with lust. “Now, back to class. We’ll continue your punishment at a later time.” He pulls out and places my feet back onto the ground, his come leaking down my thighs.

His shadows retreat and I stare down at the mess he made of me. “How… how am I supposed to explain this when I need to get new trousers?”

“Not my problem,” he snarks, sounding almost amused as he walks back to the gym as if he’d only been to the bathroom. “But you should get a change of clothes before you head to the flying field. Even with your saddle, riding could be slightly uncomfortable like this.

“Oh,” he adds, “and no touching yourself. Not until I got the chance to properly punish you tonight.”

I follow him with dazed eyes, my core clenching around nothing. Fuck… this is going to be a looong day…

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AN: I have a follow-up planned for this, because, obviously, they aren't done here. But I haven't written it yet, so no promises about when I can post it.

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[yeetlegay]

i see people wondering about how porsche is gonna react the morning after but i honestly think the one who is gonna be more closed off after this is gonna be kinn tbh he is gonna ignore ignore ignore and double down on making it seem that he doesn't care about porsche more than a bodyguard.

maybe i am wrong (i most probably am haha) but i feel like porsche is gonna freak out and seek out kinn and kinn is gonna shut him out, making feel like when he told him that for him 'all our people are the same'

idk, what do you think?

I totally agree anon. I think Porsche will def have some messy feelings in the morning, especially bc he’ll still be dealing with the trauma of being drugged/kidnapped/assaulted by Vegas. And I can imagine he’ll be panicking at how vulnerable he was with Kinn, how far he let his guard down, even if Kinn seemed to reciprocate the night before. I don’t think Porsche ever had any clear idea of acting on his own attraction bc he’s fully aware of how sideways that could go.

Kinn is gonna just absolutely shut down and distance himself, I just have a feeling. I mean he’ll be a wreck mentally and emotionally—he’s trying to grapple with his feelings for Porsche, his own guilt about sleeping with him under less than ideal circumstances, his anger and fear over someone targeting Porsche and barely making it there in time to prevent anything worse from happening, and then thinking through all the ramifications of those two things for himself and his family. From the preview it looks like word is gonna get out, at least to his dad, so he’ll be frantically trying to do damage control and denying his own feelings, and Porsche is gonna be collateral for aaaall of that.

My poor blorbos, they really in it now 😞

[fluffymcu]

Ik you've probably been getting a lot of prompts, but I was wondering if you'd feel inspired to write this one?

So platonic Steve x reader, where she has a sticker or something stuck to the side of her shirt, and when Steve starts trying to get it off, she squirms and he notices. Then he can tell that she's trying so hard to hide the fact that she is super ticklish and he exposes her and thinks it's so cute! (And of course wrecks her)

Sorry if this is bad lol

———

“Our school is making us come up with our own glue adhesive as a school project. We have 2 weeks to turn it in and have to use these laminated papers to put the adhesive on. I’m so gonna use bits of my web formula to make the best sticker!” Peter chortled, telling everyone about his project at dinner.

You nodded with a hum, taking another bite of spaghetti. “Cool. How much have you gotten done?” You asked.

“I’ve done many samples dealing with different strengths and thicknesses. All I have to do is apply them to the papers.” He nodded.

——

The next morning you woke up extra early due to Thor coming in and asking you where the PS4 controller was at. You told him it was where you left it last but he proceeded to say it wasn’t there and made you get up and look for it with him; claiming that Korg was waiting for him to join the ps party. After that, you just decided to stay up and make yourself some coffee since you were still more than half asleep.

Once you made your mug, you lazily sipped and laid your upper body flat on the island, sighing in content at the cold feeling of the counter on your face. Just then, Steve walked in the kitchen and gave you a bright smile. “You’re up early!” He grinned, wiping off his forehead with his towel even though he was barely sweating. That man could spend hours at the gym and come out without a drop of sweat.

“Sarcastic thanks to Thor for that.” You jazzed your hands. Steve chuckled and patted your back.

“Go back to sleep then, sleepy head!”

Right as you were about to agree, Peter walked in the kitchen, overdoing his safety gear. Goggles, gloves, an apron, and even a hair net. All that for glue?

He stopped in his tracks once he saw you. “Uhh, y/n? Did you lay on my stickers?” He asked, a nervous tone is his voice. You furrowed your eyebrows and leaned up to check your side. You had indeed laid on his sticker. Your eyes widened.

“Oh, goddd.” You groaned. “Can it come off easily?”

“I mean, I did use the same components as my web formula so, I’m guessing it’ll be really... sticky?” He shrugged apologetically.

“Why were you doing your school project on the kitchen counter?” You cried.

“In my defense! None of you are up this early except Steve so I was planning to be done with this by the time you’d all be up!” He raised his hands defensively.

Steve bit his lip and stepped toward you. “Here, lemme see if I can take it off.” He said, taking a seat on the island stool and motioning for you to come close.

Since the sticker was stuck on your side, right under your armpit and on your ribs, when he began to try to pull it off, the constant scratching at it was tickling a lot. You pursed your lips and tensed up, closing your eyes and trying to steady your breaths.

“In the mean time, I’ll go see if I can find my web dissolving solution. Hopefully that could help!” Peter said, running up to his little mini lab Tony made for him.

“Why didn’t he just do his experiment in his lab?” Steve chuckled. You shook your head along with him.

“But have you seen his lab? It’s a mess. I’d be surprised if he’d actually be able to find that solution in that pile of storage boxes.” You sighed, jerking a bit when he started to scratch harder.

Steve smirked as he quickly realized what he was doing. He’s seen Bucky tickle you sometimes to tease you and he’s seen that he usually targets your ribs and gets a big reaction. He found it cute. “Am I hurting you?” He asked, pausing what he was doing. You shook your head quickly.

“No. Just- no.” You shrugged, hating yourself for not being able to think of a good excuse. Steve nodded, hiding his smirk while continuing to pry at the sticker. It was so hard to keep your arm up!

After a minute you felt his thumb scratch at your lower rib which made you pull your arm down out of reflex. “Woah, you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah I’m great! Just... umm maybe I can try to take it off myself.” You said, trying to walk away but Steve gently grabbed your arm.

“Hang on, it’s ok. No need to get frustrated or impatient. Let me help you. Peter should be here with the solution soon if this doesn’t work.” He said. You sighed and lifted you arm again, letting him try to peel it off.

A few moments passed of you trying to desperately hold in your laughter and keep your arm up. Steve has smirking behind you, knowing how hard you were trying. Finally, he spoke up.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, y/n/n? You’re hiding your laughter.” He teased, smiling widely when you turned to look at him with slightly wide eyes. “Yeah, honey. I know you’re ticklish.” Right then, he pounced, pulling you to his chest and instantly pinching all around your waistline, chuckling as you let out your laughter. “Thaaat’s it. Let those little giggles aaaall out.” He grinned, laughing when you threw your head back on his shoulder.

“STAHAHAHAP!” You cried, trying to escape from the super soldier’s grasp. But he had you caged against him and basically sitting on his lap. You were done for.

“But this is too cute! Look at you giggling your worries away, I bet you’ve forgotten about the sticker already, yeah?” He teased, blowing a raspberry on your neck, making you scream.

“AHH! HAHAHAHA WHO TOHOHOLD YOU I WAHAHAS TICK- HAH! TICK- HAHAHA!! STEHEHEHEVE!” You squealed, kicking out your legs.

“Yes, y/n?” He sang, wiggling his finger in your belly button. You arched your back with a squeal and fell into silent laughter. Steve took it as a sigh to let you breathe and let you go. You went limp in his arms and panted, a smile on your face and letting out residual giggles. Steve held you close to him with a smile and gently rocked you. “Your laugh is adorable, y/n.” He smiled.

You groaned in embarrassment and turned a bit to hide your face on his shoulder. “You’ve heard it beforeee.” You grumbled.

“Yeah, but not like this!” He whined, mimicking your tone and pinching your hip, causing you to flinch with a giggle.

“Hey guys, I found the solution!” Peter squealed, running down the stairs. “I got it! This can probably take it off!”

“Probably?? Peter with what I just endured, it better work. I wanna get out of here and go back to bed.” You sighed tiredly.

“What did you endure?” He asked. You hummed in thought, hesitating to answer. He smirked. “Just kidding. I heard you from upstairs.” He said cheekily.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you felt heat flush through your cheeks, making Steve chuckle.

“Just put on the damn solution.”

——-

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.2: Mukami Kou [Track 7+8]

Original title: 堕落した証 & いらいらする

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 2: Mukami Kou [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei

Translator’s note: Oh boy oh boy. I should have kept my mouth shut during the last few tracks because these two tracks had me wriggle around in my seat as my stomach turned upside down. > < Those of you who have been around since last year might recall how I struggled with Shuu’s D-S Kyuuketsu CD because of the ‘bodily gore’ noises when he cuts the MC with a knife and then stirs his fingers around in the open wounds. KOU DOES THE EXACT SAME THING GDI. I had to pause several times because I got nauseous. :’’) Please no more of this Rejet. 

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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Track 7: Proof of Corruption

“Well then, where should I bite you next...~? Both your neck and arm are already dyed a bright crimson from your blood. Fufu~ While I’m at it, I guess I should make you even more red...Perhaps that’ll improve your looks a little.”

*Rustle*

[00:25] “Hmー Such slender wrists...Fufu, I could probably twist them with ease. If I were to plunge my fangs in, they might just pierce right through, don’t you think? Come on, show me your hand.”

*Rustle*

“Hm...These marks are still fresh. Hmー They weren’t left behind by me, which means they belong to one of those guys? Heeeh...Now what a lovely decoration you have here. You really are a maso-kitty, aren’t you? I sort of get now that you’re not doing all of this on purpose. Which means...is someone controlling you behind the scenes?”

*Rustle rustle*

[01:18] “Take flowers, for example. They don’t particularly wish to bloom beautifully, do they? However, some larger force in nature is ordering them to do so to lure in birds and insects. So perhaps you were put together by someone with the specific goal to seduce us Vampires? If not, a plain girl such as yourself couldn’t even dream of having someone like me suck you, not even out of pity. Fufufu...~”

*Rustle rustle*

He digs his finger inside your skin.

[01:59] “Ah-aaah...Since the wound hadn’t fully healed yet, my finger sank in the moment I pressed down. Does it hurt? Fufu~ I’m digging my nail into the open wound after all~ I bet it hurts...Then suffer more...Scream...! Nobody will hear you here. This place has been equipped to ensure that they won’t find you.”

*Rustle*

“But...Well...If they did know you were here, I wonder if they would come and get you? These guys who seem to be oh-so obsessed with you, I mean~”

Kou continues to stir up the wound with his nails.

“Are you writhing in pain? Ah-aaah...Your ugly face only became even more hideous. Should I say it has a certain charm to it? I’m incapable of loving you while you look like that though. However...”

*Rustle*

[02:57] “In regards to these wounds, I feel a strange sense of attachment. I wonder why? Perhaps it’s just fun to compete with other Vampires over a prey such as yourself? Hahaha...But in that case, I have to leave behind my own marks as well or it’s no fun, right? ...I’ll leave my mark on top of these wounds, as if to overwrite them. It’ll be perfect proof of how thoroughly corrupted you’ve become.”

*Rustle*

Kou bites you.

*Gulp*

“Mmh...*

*Gulp gulp*

“ーーHah!”

*Gulp*

[03:50] “Mmh...Haah...I can smell them from here...It pisses me off...Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah, haah...It makes me want to just rip up your whole arm with my fangs...”

*Gulp*

“Fufu...This must be the taste of hatred...~ Exactly...I can’t forgive them...Never! That’s whyーー”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...Haah...”

*Rustle*

[04:38] “I won’t return you to them. You’re basically mine now. Offer both your body and soul to me...And go mad. Fufu...Damn~ What’s wrong with me? Am I being spurred on by you? Uwaah...This is a first for me. Fufu~ I truly got my hands on a nifty toy. I was just going to have a little taste before handing you over to Ruki...but I might not want to let you go again.”

*Rustle*

[05:22] “Haah...Let me suck more...Your blood is messing with my head...as I find myself wishing you would offer more of that delicious blood pumping through your veins to me and me only.”

*Rustle*

“Oi. I bet you have other marks left behind by them as well, don’t you? Tell me. I’ll make you go through those painful memories again. Come on, hurry up and fess up.”

*Rustle*

[06:00] “Hey? Are you listening? If you space out like that, I’ll do something much, much more painful and rough?”

You muster a response.

“Hm? Your belly? Eeeh~? Now where could they be...~?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ah, you must be talking about these. Marks spotted~ They really don’t hold back when devouring you, do they?”

He licks the marks.

“Oh, this one smells different. So, tell me. Did you have them bite you from head to toe? Hah! What a slut you are.”

You protest.

[06:46] “Hm? You didn’t wish for any of this to happen? ...Che. Why are you giving me that defiant look? Do I have to repeat myself a million times before your idiotic brain gets it? I was reminded once more the moment I sucked your blood. You’ve been tampered with in some way to lure in Vampires. I wonder who could be behind it...~? Fufu...Somehow that piques my interest...”

*Rustle*

“But for now, I’ll cover you with my marks. So I’ll thrust my fangs inside these wounds as well...”

Kou digs his nails into your skin once more as you flinch.

[07:31] “Aren’t you happy? I’m the one saying these things after all. ..Aaah-aah, such filthy marks. I’ll erase them right away.”

He bites you again.

“Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...Haah...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haah...This stench is persistent...It won’t disappear...Ugh, it pisses me off. If I can’t get rid of it with my fangs...It just makes me want to mess you up as a whole...”

*Rustle*

“Haah...Guess I’ll just have to sink them in deeper and deeper...Like thisーー!”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...Nnh...”

You cry out.

[08:41] “Ah...It hurts? Look at you gushing blood all over the place. You really have no shame, do you? But you shouldn’t be able to feel the pain, you know? My fangs have already made it so you perceive everything as pleasure. Fufufu...”

*Rustle*

“I can tell you want me, so try and voice it out loud? Beg for me with a cute tone. Come on, hurry...Ask me to make you feel ever better~”

You whimper.

[09:24] “Hmm~~? I can’t hear you...~ You’re going to have to speak a little louder. Also, don’t forget to sound cute, okay?”

You repeat it.

“Fufu...~ Exactly, like that. Just be honest with yourself...Perhaps then I’ll be able to feel a little affection for someone as ugly as yourself.”

You beg again. 

“Mm~ Good. You managed to beg for it cutely, so I’ll love on you in return. ...With these fangs of mine, that is.”

Kou bites you again.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Hahn...Mmh...”

*Sluuuuurp*

[10:14] “...Hah...! ...Hm? ...’More’? ...You can crave it more. I kind of like it when people yearn for me. ...I’ll plunge them inside even deeper than before...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah, haah...Ugh...Haah...I guess the smell is starting to fade a little?”

You moan.

“Fufu...Seems like you’re feeling rather good as well. Your body has completely given in to the pleasure, it feels as if your blood has become sweeter as well.”

Track 8: Irritation

Kou inspects your body.

*Rustle*

“Where else have they bitten you...? ー Ah, don’t tell me. I’ll try finding it myself this time...~ After the stomach, it has to be...The legs, right~?”

*Rustle*

[00:18] “Yes, I got it right! ...They sure love going for the risqué spots, don’t they? Hah! Right near your crotch (1) ...How lewd. On top of that, you can tell they’ve sucked from here repeatedly...Very dirty! I wonder what kind of expression you made as they sucked from here? Perhaps you didn’t realize it yourself, but they pretty much got a full view of aaaall your embarrassing places.”

You squeak.

“How embarrassing, gosh! ...But I’m sure you love that sorta stuff, don’t you? After all, I can see a glint of anticipation in your eyes. Or am I just imagining things? Is it because I’m the one doing this to you? ...Well, I guess I’ll figure out the answer to my own question once I bite you. Well then...”

*Rustle*

“Where should I leave my mark? ...Right here. I’ve settled on this spot.”

He bites you again.

*Gulp*

[01:28] “Mmh...Hah...Haha! What a lovely view...Fufu...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Seems like it’s making you weak as well...Look at you twist and turn your body like that...What a dirty girl you are.”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“ ーーHah! We’re still nowhere near done...Let me suck more and more...Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...Hah...”

*Gulp*

[02:11] “Haah...Fuck...Could this be a trap of some sorts...? Fufu...I feel as if your blood is leading me straight to my own demise...Well, I guess that’s fine. As long as it feels good...whether it’s a trap or whatever, I’m not scared. Perhaps the person who set you up this way predicted this all along? ...Say.”

*Rustle*

[02:44] “I bet they knew that we would try and snatch you away like that. Guess we’re being mocked, huh? That pisses me off. ...You seem to be feigning ignorance but you’re part of the whole scheme, aren’t you? ...If you think this will all pass as long as you just obediently spread your legs, you’re gravely mistaken. I’ll give you something much, much, much more painful, you’d find yourself wishing you’d be dead instead...!”

*Thud*

Your eyes widen in horror.

“Hehe...”

*Gulp gulp*

[03:26] “...Heh. Does it feel good? Lucky you! I think you might be the first human who has gotten the honor to receive this much pleasure from me. Well, under normal circumstances, one bite is plenty to make any human ascend to Heaven, but in your case, the more I have, the more delicious your blood becomes and on top of that...You dare oppose me. It pisses me off. ...Mmh...”

*Gulp*

“...Hm? There’s marks on your thighs as well!”

*Rustle rustle*

[04:06] “I have to engrave my own mark here as well. ...Geez, I wonder what they find so appealing about these stick legs? I can’t relate, but I don’t like the idea of there being marks from someone other than me. ...Mmh..”

*Gulp*

“Nnh...”

*Gulp gulp*

[04:37] “...Hah...Ah...Haah...~ I feel sluggish for some reason...Have I been numbed? In that case, your blood is to blame. ...This is bad...Fufufu~ I just don’t understand how I want to keep an ugly girl such as yourself all to myself...Makes no sense, does it? I feel irritated by it myself but...I also just can’t help it. This strong desire for you keeps on welling up inside of me...What is happening to me? Geez...Honestly, it pisses me off! I’ve never felt this strongly attached to anything or anyone before!?”

*Rustle*

“Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...ー Hah!”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Haah, haah...I can’t get enough...Do you want me more? ...So do I.”

*Gulp gulp*

[05:57] “Hah...Yearn for me more and more...You just need to keep your eyes on me. ...You belong to me now. Happy? Of course you are. If you continue to writhe around like that, I’ll give you never-ending pleasure.”

*Rustle*

“Mmh...Haahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Nnh...”

*Gulp*

“Haah, haah...!”

*Gulp*

[06:37] “Haah...! I can’t...I still haven’t had enough...Hm. I still refuse to give you up. I’ll make you forget about those other guys in no time. I’m obsessing over you, so it only makes sense. ...Unlike those guys, I won’t call you prey either. You’re mine after all. ...Doesn’t that make you happy? I’m a gentleman after all~ I know how to make a girl happy. I’m sure you didn’t like being degraded by having them call you ‘prey’ either, right? Fufu...~”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

Translation notes

(1) 足の付け根 or ‘ashi no tsukene’ is the root/base of the leg where it connects to the hips. 

[braindeadmaggot]

Hiya! For the OP ask: #3. Favorite romantic ship with Shanks? And Vivi? Hawkins too? #4. Favorite platonic ship with Usopp? And Robin?

I will be answering both of these from my pov as a writer. As a reader, I will read anything and will give you a 10 star rating no matter the pairing. Always. I found a random ZoroxBuggy knife kink PWP years ago (that is lost forever because I can't remember the name) and it was awesome. I recommend it.

3. Favorite romantic ship with Shanks? And Vivi? Hawkins too? I like to believe that Shanks had a preteen, puppy love romance with Buggy. While Buggy may have always had feelings for Shanks, he never acted on it until they were 13 and had their first pints of ale, got drunk and Shanks noticed how Buggy always looks at him with dreamy eyes. Since then Shanks instigated all their interactions and urged Buggy to open up and explore each other more. When the crew disbanded Shanks grew up and met new people, leaving Buggy behind to pine for him; begrudgingly so. It's one of the reasons why Buggy's so pissed off at Shanks now as adults. Of course Buggy got over it and no longer has feels for Shanks, not in the last decade or so, but getting over him was NOT easy especially when it wasn't even in his agenda to get under him, that was all Shanks' doing.

Shanks is now married to Makino and they have a baby boy together. I haven't seen Film Red yet, as it has not yet been released to the public, but whoever the fuck Uta is, she is not canon and I will be viewing this film as a very expensive fanfiction. Just like HP and the cursed child. She ain't real.

With Vivi, I do enjoy reading her shipped with Ace (there's this one fic I read ages ago that I can't find again, I thought it was Water Sector but alas I was wrong) but in my own writing Ace is with Smoker and only Smoker. Vivi: I don't mind her with Koza, I think she might actually marry him one day in canonverse... maybe. I like the idea of her with Nami, just not sure if i can write that. I mean literally I can, but I don't know if I can write it well. My heart's not in it just yet. I noticed when color coding names, Vivi's partners are all orange. It's fate

Hawkins... This is hard. When HAK (Hawkins/Apoo/Kid) alliance first came up, I immediately shipped him with Apoo. Why? Because rule 34 that's why. Like, I had it aaaall planned out. The meet cute, the debacles, the inconveniences, the second meet cute, all of it. It was like a Hallmark movie where Hawkins was a 30+ year old head strong business person that moved to a small town on a whim in the milk of autumn and met an eccentric local that pissed him off every which way and what, but they had exactly one, count it, ONE thing in common and now they're madly in love. Hawkins and Apoo..... Why did I do this? I don't even remember what it was anymore!! Wano arc came and *spoilers* the bitches were bitches and now I hate them Fuck their love, they can die alone.

That being said, ship Hawkins with his black cat mink crew member Faust because fuck it I don't care anymore. Joey Jordison looking bastard can go to hell (this makes me so sad because I fucking love Joey Jordison so fucking much. RIP #1)

4. Favorite platonic ship with Usopp? And Robin? Usopp is technically in a platonic relationship with everyone accept Kaya. But if we want to get into the could-have-been relationships, first off is Nami. I like to think she fell in love with the nerd some time after Little Garden or Drum but he shot her down and she was hurt for a while but got over it. I can kind of see her in a Shakky/Rayleigh type marriage with Luffy, but that's more like a "I'm your wife so you better listen to me" kinda thing because someone needs to be able to legally control the rubber idiot and also she gets 50% of everything he has so it's also an investment. But this isn't about Nami!!

Second chb is with Sanji. I love seeing SanUso art and they look so great together. In a perfect world I think SanUso could definitely be a strong and healthy thing, but this is One Piece and not a single thing is even remotely healthy about anything.

Third (and fourth) chb is if Usopp had stayed behind on Water 7. Franky joined Luffy and left, leaving Usopp all alone with no one on a completely new island. No friends, no Merry; nothing. He probably would have started working for Iceburg and became Paulie's apprentice. His ship designs would be highly sought for and he more than likely would have invented a lot of stuff of the yagara bulls and he also probably would have a Sogeking statue somewhere like how the dwarves have a Noland bust in Tontatta Kingdom. The entire island would be his friends but the two people that would love him the most, and he would love the most would be Kiwi and Mozu. They're just a couple of years older than him (Kiwi was 20, Mozu 19 when they met SHP), they're Franky's backup dancers/little sisters, they know the ins and outs of the underworld and black market, AND they look like Banchina. HIS MOTHER. He would have followed them around like a lost puppy calling them "Big Sisses Big Sisses". They don't know why he looks that them weird sometimes, why he always makes sure they're comfortable and makes them tea, like, ALWAYS, all the time. TEA. He even has extra blankets out in case they get cold because one, his mom, and two, they wear bikinis everywhere. They might get cold. He'd subconsciously revert back to his 10 year old self talking care of his sickly mom, K&M would more than likely get fed up because A) they're older than him and B) not in their own house you treat them like little kids. It would be very awkward but in the end I think Franky Family would have turned into Usopp Pirates 2.0.

Robin's got a major broship with Zoro.

[alioks-blog]

Forgotten Blot AU

Hello, Epic Mickey fandom! I recently got inspired to make an AU because of reading some comics, and, well, I present you the Forgotten Blot AU.

The main idea is that Phantom Blot from the comics came to Wasteland. Okay, I know what you’re going to say.

But the thing is, I think he was pretty much forgotten soon after his debut in 1939, since his second appearance only happened in 1955. 

Phantom Blot found himself on Mickey Junk Mountain, confused and lost. He climbed the mountain, as it seemed like there was a house on it's peak, and ran into Oswald, who confused him for a blotling. Phantom Blot unmasked himself in hopes that this weird stranger just confused him with someone else, and the rabbit really did stop trying to attack him. Phantom Blot introduced himself to Oswald, and the rabbit said he recognized the name from the Mickey Mouse comic book cover, though he never bothered to read it. Oswald explains to Phantom Blot that he is forgotten and stuck in the Wasteland forever now and sends him down the mountain so that Phantom Blot doesn't bother him.

There, Phantom Blot gets more explanations about the situation and only introduces himself to the people of Wasteland as "Macchia Nera". Just in case. And it will be of use later. Then he decides to find a way to get out.

Now get this... Macchia Nera IS the Shadow Blot.

That's right! And where do you think it came from and disappeared to? It's aaaall connected, baby. Macchia somehow got some of the Blot on and into himself (probably shouldn't have snooped around that giant bottle, buddy), but he doesn't just drip like Mickey, no. Macchia got more of the Blot inside him, so he can fully control inky powers (TM) and maaaagically transform into what we know as the Shadow Blot. He and Mad Doctor joined forces in attempts to get Mickey's heart, but Shadow Blot initially wanted to ditch the Mad Doctor and get the heart for himself.

But that was just plan A. Plan B was for the situation if the doctor failed, since Mickey seems to be lucky enough to succeed at everything. Which is exactly what happened.  With plan B Phantom Blot decides to gain popularity another way. Since the big Thinner Disaster monster doesn't have a name, but looks a little like the villain, Macchia proposes to call the monster "Phantom Blot" from now on. The toons like the idea, since it fit really well, although they shorten the name and call it simply "Blot". Macchia's plan was to get known through Mickey's story. When the Mad Doctor is going to bring Mickey to Wasteland, the mouse will surely win in the end. And he'll surely come across the bottled-up ink monster (Macchia would make sure of that). When Mickey will come back to the outside world, he'll tell the story of his adventure, and he'll mention the Blot, and people will find info on none other than Macchia Nera under this same name. Bingo! He's remembered again, artists will make more stories about him, he'll gain popularity. And that's exactly what happened, because Macchia Nera was reintroduced to the public 16 years after his first appearance.

This would explain why he's so self-aware during his interview: he's been to Wasteland and knows that he's a character that was drawn by an artist, unlike any other toons from the Cartoon World. Also it would explain where he's been for 16 years. When he said he was in jail all this time? Just a made-up story to not break the lore. And while being in Wasteland, Macchia learned about mechanics and machinery from gremlins and the Mad Doctor, which is why he's so tech-savvy in later comics!

[moonlit-han]

stray kids’ reactions to you being lactose intolerant ↠ all members

genre: reaction, fluff word count: 1.7k warnings: descriptions of intestinal discomfort due to lactose intolerance, mention of alcohol request: yes

✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧

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bang chan

as much as he’d try, chan wouldn’t be able to dissuade you from consuming lactose

by the tenth time he found you eating ice cream on the couch with a blissful expression painted across your face

he gave up

pure and simple

he just makes sure to stay out of your way once you were done

your slightly pained noises as you feel gurgle-y and bloated distress him

but what can he do?

although, after a while chan starts buying lactase enzyme for you

and, if you’re having something like cereal, simply adding it to the milk cartons you bought

bc, for some reason, you refuse to buy almond or soy milk

or even milk with lactase already added to it

chan experiences a fairly constant, low level of exasperation with you

never enough to influence your relationship

but he’s definitely perfected the internal eye roll

one day, chan decided that when he did the shopping or took you shopping

he’d try to get as many things lactose-free as he could

sometimes, this means you almost get into tussles in the market

but at least he’s doing it out of the goodness of his heart

and then again, those tussles usually mean that you get

all

the

snuggles

at home (while begging for actual lactose-bearing items)

but chan thinks snuggles are just as good as ice cream

and after dating for a year and a half,

you’re inclined to agree

lee minho

also exasperated 

but then again, he manages to convince you to relinquish your ice cream, milk, cheese, yoghurt, etc. far more often than chan ever could

maybe it was his experience with wrestling things from his cats

minho has a habit of simply stealing your food while you were eating it so you couldn’t consume all of it

somehow, you still haven’t caught on

probably because he always steals your food

even if he had his favorite food on his plate,

minho would still manage to beg food from you

extremely cutely~

but your lactose consumption simply bothers him

he tries his best to be understanding

but when you're out together, minho insists

and i mean insists

that you not eat lactose because he doesn’t want to deal with the effects

hell, he doesn’t want to have to deal while you’re at home either

but it’s your life…

minho also teases you when you’re trapped in the bathroom

bc after all, it’s your own damn fault you’re in there

s u f f e r i n g

but again, since he has cats

and knows how they get when they want little licks of ice cream

he also knows that you’ll still do what you want

and has resigned himself to the fact

if he can, he makes sure to get you lactase enzyme

and if not, minho just makes sure you get lots of water after

and gives you some pats on the head

bc you’re just a silly bean

seo changbin

changbin would probably pretend to be upset with you

but would also buy you fancy cheese whenever you got an award for research or a promotion at work or did well on a paper—whatever

and i’m not talking just a normal fancy cheese kind of thing

no

there would be, if you’re of age, lovely wine chosen specifically to go with said cheese

bread

or crackers

maybe even some fruit

oh and olives~

when changbin does something he does it right

so you’ve both kind of accepted that fancy cheese night will always have a dark side

but you don’t complain bc

f a n c y  c h e e s e

changbin’s just really romantic

and wants you to still have that experience

although…

he makes sure to wait a bit before cuddling you

but he’d make sure to help you remember to take lactase enzyme before eating copious amounts of lactose

if you forgot to take it, then he’d be patient as you locked yourself in the bathroom

when you go shopping together, he makes sure you buy lots of lactase

bc he hates seeing you uncomfortable

and then he goes and gets you all the non-dairy things he can find

changbin might

occasionally

……if the mood takes him

tease you

A LOT

but it’s rare and all in good humor

hwang hyunjin

now

this little shit

he WILL tease you

bc “it’s your own damn fault, y/n”

and he’s told you soooooooo many times

and is tired of telling you to

stop!!

Eating!!!

LACTOSE!!!!

but no

you’re never gonna stop

bc cheese and ice cream and proper rice pudding made with all the cream ever

are just too good!!!

*cries*

there’s….

a lot of eye rolling from hyunjin

when he sees you going for the cheese sticks

but then he just sits down beside you

and eats 3

alkfjghsdkjfhg

you’ve been lactose intolerant for long enough

that you know just how much you can eat before

~ disaster strikes~

but most of the time you ignore that threshold

hhhhhhhhhhhh

at least once you’re out of the bathroom

hyunjin just gives you all the cuddles you want

even if he continues to tease you a bit

but for your birthday

he always makes sure to make or get you something that’s lactose-free

but will still be just as delicious as anything :D

han jisung

jisung would feel really sorry for you

and occasionally taunt you by

eating aaaall the foods with lactose in them in front of you

just because he can

but then he’d also learn how to make tofu cheesecake

which is surprisingly good!!

just so you can share the lovely experience of eating cheesecake together

akljdfhgkjdh

((wow sometimes jisung’s really sappy

i don’t make the rules))

but he’d also give you all the cuddles

and then make you tea

so much tea hhhhhh

jisung would have specific tea to help you feel better

and if he sees you starting to eat something with lactose in it while you’re at his place

then he’d make you tea immediately

so it’d be ready when you needed it

and he’d give you lots of little massages

on your tum

and the back of your neck for comfort more than anything else

he’d also always have lactase enzyme at his place

for when you (probably purposefully) forgot to bring it

and if you’re a little bloated or burp a bit

jisung doesn’t really care

bc you’re still cute and lovely

lee felix

like minho, felix would absolutely insist that you not eat lactose while you’re with him

he doesn’t want to control you

or run your life

it’s not like that (and never would be bc  n o  w a y )

but he doesn’t want you to be in pain

or discomfort

hhhhhhhhh

so if you’re living at separate residences,

then he’d make damn sure that he didn’t have any lactose-bearing foods around

at least…. whenever you’re there

he doesn’t want to be the cause for your discomfort

(even if it’s not actually his fault)

he’d also want to learn how to cook all the lactose-free things for you

and actually comes up with some amazing recipes

he also makes sure that if you actually get your hands on lactose-bearing food

then he gives you some sort of food that will

(he hopes, at least)

help combat the effects of the lactose

felix just wants you to

not!

fee!!

horrible!!!

and when you manage to consume lactose around him

sometimes you’re quite sneaky about it

((akljghkljdfgh wow y/n))

he just ~ s i g h s ~

and waits for you to feel better

will also give cuddles and snuggles and head-pets

kim seungmin

while seungmin laughs at your antics

all the time

he still tries to care for you

and make sure you get lactase enzyme

“before you eat that pint of ice cream. oh my god y/n….”

seungmin would simply pat your head as you traipse toward the bathroom

and tell you to turn the fan on

he’s pragmatic, you know?

but then again!

seungmin will be the first person to buy you that really delicious looking bit of food

that has so much lactose in it you don’t know what to do

and then he’ll give you like 8 lactase tablets

and watch you like a hawk as you swallow them all

he tries to make sure you don’t eat lactose too late

bc he likes to go to bed on time

and knows that if you eat something like cheese (even with lactase enzyme)

you’ll be up for longer than you might usually be

bc it’s uncomfortable to go to bed when your belly’s gurgling and you feel a bit like a balloon

after the effects of the lactose finally stop

seungmin holds you

and gives you a small smile

that’s distinctly unimpressed and poorly hiding the fact

that you’re the cutest person he’s ever seen

even if you do insist on being mildly stupid

but doesn’t say anything more

yang jeongin

you know jeongin’s :o look?

where he looks absolutely mortified

and like he’s trying to figure out the mysteries of the universe in under fifteen seconds?

yeah, that look

jeongin gives you that look

every

single

time

you eat something with lactose in it

and then he kinda flips out on you

not in a mean or controlling way or anything

but just;;;;

THE MOST EXASPERATED EVER

and you just sit there

eating your cheese or cereal with milk or four slices of three-cheese pizza or whatever you’ve gotten your hands on this time

with a smirk on your face

like you’re know exactly what you’re doing

and don’t care one lick about it

…….which, if you think about it

is exactly what’s happening;;;

jeongin just shakes his head

and occasionally tries to take the pint (read: tub) of ice cream away from you

it doesn’t work ahahaha

but he still thinks you’re adorable

so he just kisses your nose when you feel horrible

and makes you some noodles or something

just cute, domestic jeongin hours~

[soda-pop-kandy-krush]

uhhhh dukeceit if youre comfortable w/ the dark sides, if not maybe analogical

unfortunately i’m not suuuper comfy with dukeceit but will gladly take any other pairing with deciet and another side 💗 but in the mean time, go go analogical!! my two faves hehe 🥺

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1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh?

godddddd this is so! hard! they both have adorable laughs... but i want to say maybe logan JUST BECAUSE it’s slightly goofier than virgil’s and being all happy and giggly and flustered is a really good look on him. virgil gets embarrassed, but in a sweet, shy sort of way where he obviously wants you to tease him about it- logan’s brain just short-circuits and he is not in control of his laughter when you tickle him ahsgshjdgh

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2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

i think i’ve already put it in other posts with different pairings, but both of them! virgil’s spots are his back and ears, logan’s are his ears and wrists! i feel like they would gently brush their fingers near those spots whilst cuddling and smirk when they notice the other trying to hide a wobbly grin 🥺💗

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3. Who gets cheer-up tickles?

both of themmmm hehe especially logan, because i feel like his first instinct when virgil is sad/grumpy isn’t to tickle him (plus it’s more fun to cheer him up and then make him ask for it asjhsjdgh), but it definitely is for virgil LMAO- only when he can tell it’s nothing super serious, though. logan will just be sulking and virgil will sigh and shake his head and pin him to the bed and blow raspberries against his sides and tummy until he’s aaaall cheered up (and a couple extra, just to make sure 😉)

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4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

much like he does to roman, logan likes to play games with virgil BUT this time he takes full advantage and will wrap his arms around his torso from behind and get him good (how can you blame him, there are just too many good spots that he can never get at normally because virgil is a squirmer and will wriggle around like a worm) ((also virgil loves it and will make a point of yawning and stretching as much as possible in logan’s presence so he’ll spider his fingers up his ribs and trap him and make him curl into a lil giggly ball))

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5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

i feel like virgil would probably have been teasing logan about how uptight he is and telling him to ‘loosen up a little’ and logan just narrows his eyes and is like ‘i’ll show you how to loosen up’... cue what virgil will say was a tickle fight, but really he only got in a good five minutes before logan turns the tables and figures out that his torso is all one big death spot ashgdhdgh

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6. Who can’t take tickle bites?

NEITHER OF THEM AHHHHHH they’re both so easily flustered and this is the quickest way to do it because the shrieking/squealing/snorting etc. noises they make are a) the most adorable thing to ever exist to the ler, but b) horribly embarrassing to the lee LMAO (but honestly, /hj because they secretly love it, it’s so fun and silly and makes them feel all bubbly and giddy and like they’re floating). also, they’re most susceptible to them in different places- for virgil it’s his neck and ears, for logi it’s his shoulder blades 😭💗

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7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

virgeyyyyy- logan likes to stick to a tight schedule, so he’s always awake before virgil, but he’s never truly merciless because he knows that sometimes he has trouble getting a good night’s sleep and so he figures that maybe a pleasant wake-up call will make up for it. he’ll wake up and get dressed and tick a couple of things off of the to-do list, before slinking back up to their room and sitting on the bed and rubbing a hand up and down his back before gently brushing his fingertips against the backs of his ribs (super secret death spot BUT also a melt spot if it’s really light touches like this) until virgil drifts awake with a soft, sleepy smile on his face

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8. Who gives up in a tickle fight?

listen... virgil may be stubborn but logan is built like a trojan warrior and also knows virgil’s worst spots way better than virgil knows his. unfair? perhaps. does that stop virgil from baiting him into starting a fight he knows he won’t be able to win? absolutely not. also, i know technically they’re all the same height, but in my head logan has an extra 2-3 inches on virgil and so essentially towers over him once logan has him pinned against the bed with his shirt pushed up and his hands trapped under his knees, which makes him feel even smaller and more trapped than he already is and has virgil begging for mercy within minutes ahshsjdghh

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9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

virgil is super squirmy but will take everything that’s dished out to him pretty well (mostly because he’s so ticklish that he’s usually too weak to fight back properly so all he can do is wiggle around wahhhhh), and logan is a tiiiiny bit less ticklish than virgil so doesn’t struggle as much, HOWEVER if virgil can manage to shove him onto his front and sit on his legs to get at his feet, he is in imminent danger of being kicked. honestly, the reason why logan is reigning tickle fight champion is 30% his skill/strength and 70% the fear that virgil will get his feet because it’s his worst spot and he CAN’T TAKE IT lmaoooooo

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10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

i love this question LMAO i genuinely think i’ve put ‘both teehee <3′ for every single pairing, so why break tradition now? of COURSE both of them provoke one another, but they do so in different ways. here, i think virgil would be a little bit less shy around logan and so will poke and prod him until he yanks him onto his lap and pins his arms against his chest so he has free access to all of the spots around his sides and belly. logan, on the other hand, gets all huffy and flustered when virgil catches him trying to ‘ask’ for tickles by being all cuddly and wrapping virgil’s arm around him so that his hand is closer to some of his better spots, so virgil tells him to ‘use your words, braniac...’ if he reeeeally wants to be tickled. which, he does, so he’ll bury his face into virgil’s chest and mumble them, barely loud enough to be heard, but virgil doesn’t need to be told twice before digging his fingers up underneath his arms and making him shriek hehe 💗

[twinkleallnight]

I am sorry for the long break and thank you if you are still there looking for the update.

Marshmallow

Story till now: Drake has build up his individual life as a veterinary and is working at the royal palace. His childhood friends Liam( having a social season), Max ( sponsoring Riley) and Olivia ( a mystery, may be they had a past) are moving on in their lives. Drake has met Hana and is attracted to her but is confused. At the Beaumont bash he is seated with Hana and Olivia for dinner. God help him.!

For previous chapters: Catch up here

The Debate

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairing: Drake x Hana.

Word count: 1,681

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Thank you @yourmajesty09 for beta reading!

“Hell, this is going to be one crazy night!” I shuffle in my chair with discomfort.

“Why now, Mr Walker? You seem to have forgotten too soon all the fun we had. Together.” Livy raises her left brow, an indication of an impending doom she is about to cast.

Hana clears her throat, making Livy shift her gaze and she aims at Hana now. “A very good evening to you too, Lady Hana! Your presence has not gone unnoticed. I wonder what your parents have to say for your blooming relationship with a commoner.” I wince at that but I think its better to ignore.

“He has shown more integrity than any of the nobles here. I am sure they will be pleased to meet him, not that it is any of your business.” Hana retorts.

Hana 1, Olivia 0.

I make a mental note and quietly sip the hot and sour soup in front of me.

The next moment Hana’s eyes are warm as she smiles at me. Her hand rests on my thigh. “He is a thorough gentleman. I have known him for six months now.”

“And I know him since I was six years old.” Livy says in a cold voice.

Olivia 1

“I am not counting quantity. It’s the quality time that matters. And I am blessed to have it all.” Hana keeps looking into my eyes, totally ignoring the fiery duchess. I try giving her the pleading look, in an effort to tell her about the unconquerable Nevrakis. In vain!

Hana 2 Olivia 1. I quietly stick to counting.

Hana seems to be unstoppable today as she continues, “We can talk anything on earth with each other.”

Livy cuts through, “We never felt the need to talk, it was understood.”

I groan but the girls are not even noticing me anymore. Livy continues her attack, “You sound like that stupid girl Anna hardly knowing her fake Prince Hans.” My eyes go wide, it’s unlike Livy to be quoting a fairy-tale. But she is not giving me any heed, and rather fans her hand casually at me with her sharp words. “Just because he moves around with a prince doesn’t make him a prince material”.

Hana “Why does only a prince complete a fairy tale? I am proud to have the one you call a commoner, to sum up my tale. And it’s not just about knowing him. It’s the comfort he gives me.

This is really hot and sour; I don’t know if I am relishing the sour taste of the soup or the heated talk between the ladies. Wait, how is this happening? Since when did I become so much important between ladies? Wasn’t this Liam’s routine?

I lose the count of the score of the debate.

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As the dinner wraps up, we are still at the end of the hall, standing near our table. Bertrand is bidding farewell to the king and queen as the formal party comes to an end. Liam is standing next to him with Riley on his side. They share a joke and smile at each other, lost in their own world.

Hana winds her hands around my arm and is unable to contain herself. “Aww they are so sweet together!”

Livy standing on my other side, still in bad mood says, “What’s sweet about it? Giggling like fools all the time.”

“That’s what love does. Makes you happy.” I finally speak. Livy's eyes narrow down on me and she storms away to stand with Madeleine ahead.

“So much for a peaceful dinner!” I sigh. “What’s gotten into you?” I chuckle at Hana.

She sniggers, “I wish she accepts herself. I don’t know what she is trying to hide behind her fierce look. She is sweet inside, isn’t she?”

My gaze settles at Livy's tall figure standing at a distance. Many fond memories of the soft- and warm-hearted girl I knew once, flood my mind. “ Yes, she has been the most caring and loving girl I have known as I grew up.” I place my free hand on Hana’s hands that are still clinging on to my arm.

We all move to the Grand hall for the after dinner festivities. It is more of chaos with everyone engaging in the revelry.

As Hana is pulled into a zig with Max and Riley, I excuse myself to the bar. Liam joins me in some time. “Enjoyed your dinner?” he smirks.

“Seems the king takes pleasure in pain of his subjects.”

He gives out a hearty laugh. “Your expressions were quite comprehensive. You should be glad you were left in one piece after that interaction with the Nevrakis Duchess.”

“I don’t know what I have done, to be her target all the time!”

“She is going through something, I guess. She should be back soon. Don’t worry.” Liam reassures.

“I wish I could help her.” I sigh. “But right now, I need to concentrate on something else.”

“Something or someone?” Liam asks.

“Yes, someone I mean.”

“And does this someone happens to be Lady Hana?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes boss! Hana it is. Since her last conversation with her parents, she seems to be more bold, more rebellious and aggressive.”

“And what are you scared of? Commitment?”

“I don’t know exactly. She is here on her parent’s behest who are looking for some prince or Duke or a lord as a match for her.”

“Well even my parents expected that. Marrying into a noble house. Yet, here I am…” he says fondly looking at Riley.

“Hana belongs to a very different part of the world, Liam, where it’s union of families and not just two people. The equations, the restrictions, the complications are all whirling up and my own feelings feel like being curbed under all those expectations.”

“Why don’t you take one step at a time? Start by speaking out your feelings first to the lady. You can deal with other matters later.”

“Hmm.”

“I think time to stop pondering and take some action.” He looks across my shoulder. I turn around to find Hana walking towards me. “All the best.” Liam whispers in my ear and walks away.

Hana sways smiling at me. “Hana, how much did u drink?”

“ Enough to forget the worries and enjoy the moments.”

I look around and find that most of the guests are falling off one by one. I sit with Hana at the bar as she continues saying silly things in her tipsy mood. After few more shots, she manages a sprig of mint from the bartender and starts plucking out the leaves. “He loves me, he loves me nottt, he loves me, he loves me….”

“Hana, what are you trying?” I interrupt by holding her fingers plucking at the leaves.”

“Shhh! I am trying to find out if Drake loves me.” She whispers a note higher.

“Why don’t you ask him?”

“He won’ttt tell me.” She says with extra emphasis on the T.

“How do you know that if you never asked him?”

“His horse told me. You know his favourittte one. Amber. She told me aaaall.” Hana dragged her last word.

“And just how did this Amber tell u all?”

“As a matter of facttt, she neighed.” Hana explained in worldly wise manner. How can she be so cute and stupid at the same time, I thought? Drunk Hana is cute!

“She said that he won’t tell?” I am finding this charming.

“Yessss.”

“Well, I think you should try asking him once. I am sure he won’t hide.”

“He won’tttt.”

“Nope.”

She suddenly straightens up, “Drake Walker, do you…”

“Not here, Hana. Not now.” I literally snub her. I am rather taken aback by her action. I am scared. I need to accept.

She pouts her lips and slumps back on her stool. I cover her tiny hands with mine and look into her honey orbs.

“Talk to him when you are sober and I promise he will open up to you.”

“Promisss?” Her eyes sparkle.

“Promise!”

Soon it’s just the hosts, Liam and Hana left around me.

Hana takes another shot that Max offers. “Hana, I think you have had enough.” I try to warn her but she is distracted by Max as he starts bragging about his peacocks that he has as pets.

“Aww, that must be so cute.” Hana squeals like a child. “Wǒ ài xióngmāo. Tāmen zuì kě'ài”

“Hana, English please. None of us understands Chinese.”

“Panda, I would love to have pandas as pets. They are cute."

Riley hugs or I may say literally hangs with her arms around Liam’s neck as she purrs, “No one is as cute as my blue -eyed beauty.” She pinches Liam’s cheeks.

Amused, Liam looks at me, “Guess we are the only two sober here.”

“I am awake and in senses too.” Max

Hana swings on my arm. “Would you like to have pandas?” She bats her eyes innocently at me.

“Sure, we can talk about it later. We need to get you back to the palace now. It’s late.” I push towards the exit.

Riley is ecstatic as she stands with Max to see us off while we get into the limo.

Hana cuddles up to me and Liam sits across grinning at me.

Hana’s eyes are almost drooping as she lifts her head and nails it, “Drake, I wanna be your duck!”

I slap my forehead and instantly plead, "Hana, you are better talking Chinese please.”

Liam has covered his mouth and is unsuccessfully trying to control his laughter. Max is doubled over, laughing out while Riley tries to decipher what just happened. I wish everyone was as drunk as Hana at that moment. She tilts her head on my shoulder and shuts her eyes blissfully. Thankfully the vehicle moves and I am relieved.

By the time we reach the palace Hana has passed out. Liam helps me by directing us through the backdoor entry so that no one notices as I carry Hana in my arms to her room.

I tuck her in her bed and quickly retrieve to my room.

My phone buzzes with a message alert.

I keep my phone aside and crash down in the bed. I groan and speak to the walls, 'Good night Livy. Dont have the energy right now for the debate.'

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The Height of Heroism ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

WOOOOO HERE WE HAVE ANOTHER JAZZY ANONYMOUS PROMPT WITH THREE JAZZY DUDERS THAT I CAN'T WAIT TO WRITE! LET'S DO THIIIIIIIIS!!!

TAGGING: @silvlee-shepherd and @jack-leeboyman

Three men stood amongst one another, two of them stood side by side as they scrutinised the third with raised eyebrows and demeanours of disbelief. Captain Magnum had just made quite the statement, and the resident superheroes Jackie and Silver were having trouble believing Magnum’s words. The Captain chuckled with his arms folded at his chest as he listened to the heroes remark and react to his words.

‘There’s no way you could do that!’

‘Y-Yeah, I mean, i-it’s two of us against only one of you.’

‘Plus, even though you’re tall and strong, you couldn’t possibly be agile enough to capture us and maintain control over us BOTH?!’

Jackie put his hands on his hips as he spoke, whilst Silver nodded along in agreement, which only amused the Captain even more. He regarded the two of them with a light smirk.

‘Ahh, yer just sayin’ that because yer too chicken to prove me wrong.’

Jackie pursed his lips as Silver flushed pink, and the former drew himself up to his full height as he replied indignantly….but don’t be fooled, Jackie was blushing too.

‘That is NOT true! We’re heroes, we never chicken out of anything, right Silver?’

Magnum looked to Silver, and snickered under his breath when he saw how the hero’s blush had crept up to his ears as he fidgeted with his huge gloves. However, Silver still wanted to present himself as a strong hero, and so nodded in agreement with his companion.

‘D-Darn right! We could e-easily prove you wrong!’

Magnum raised a playful eyebrow at the stammery hero, making Silver shrink and gulp a little; neither hero could deny their nerves, especially as the Captain purred.

‘Oh really? You two really think I won’t be able to catch ye both and wreck ye into ticklish smithereens?’

Jackie and Silver glanced at each other, and in that look was a lot of nervousness….but also in that look was a sense of understanding. Yes, they were both incredibly strong heroes of mind and body….but they were also both consumed by gargantuan lee moods that desperately needed to be satisfied, by any means. So, both heroes returned their gazes to Magnum….and nodded. They knew they were going to lose. Magnum knew it too, and knew that they knew, which made him all the more gleeful as he smirked and cracked his huge knuckles.

‘Alright then….ye both best start runnin’….now.’

At Magnum’s growl, both heroes wasted no time in scrambling from the room, grinning and already letting out giggles as they sped down two different corridors, hurrying in different directions as part of their giddy strategy. Silver was giggling harder however, because he realised Magnum was coming after him first.

‘Oho no oh noho o-oh frick oh frick!’              

Silver was blushing and babbling as he hurried down corridor after corridor, but soon let out fearful squeaks as he heard Magnum thundering behind him and chuckling.

‘Ohoho I’m gonna get ye first, and yer reeeally gonna get it!’

‘Nohohoho!’

Magnum snickered fondly at Silver’s giddiness, grinning as his long legs allowed him to get closer and closer to the speeding hero.

‘Oh yes oh yeeees!’

Silver squealed as he rounded another corner….but he got no further. He let out a shriek when he was suddenly tugged into a strong chest by a tight grip on his cape, and Silver wriggled and struggled frantically as Magnum pulled him close, eyes gleaming as he crooned into his ear.

‘Gotcha! Ohhhh yer gonna be a fun little one to tickle aren’tcha?’

Silver’s chocolate brown eyes widened as he let out a precious whimper, before bursting out into stutters as the Captain hoisted him over his shoulder.

‘Noho nohoho l-lemme go lemme goho!’

Magnum merely chuckled….and a few corridors away, Jackie’s face matched his costume as he gulped, realising Silver had been caught. Then, Jackie’s eyes widened….because the halls had become filled with Silver’s high pitched shrieks of giddy, ticklish laughter.

‘AHAHAHA NAHAHA! NAHAHAT MY TUHUHUHUMMYYY!!’

Jackie shivered and hugged his own tummy as Silver’s mirth sent flustered chills down his spine, emotions surging through him as his mind raced. Oh the curse of a ticklee mood, part of him was frozen in place in fear, whilst another part of him bubbled with jealousy and a craving of being tickled too. I think you can guess which side of Jackie won. Plus, with the Septic hero having a generally bratty attitude when it comes to these things, he had an insatiable need to face Magnum with a determined, mouthy vigour….especially when Magnum called out.

‘Just going to let yer friend suffer Jackie-Boy? Or are ya too chicken to get close?’

Magnum smirked, holding Silver bridal style now so he could vibrate his fingers into his soft belly, making the writhing hero squeal. That did it for Jackie. He let out a yell as he sprinted into Magnum and Silver’s corridor, before charging at the pirate Captain with a cry.

‘I’M NOT A FRIGGING CHICKEN!’

Magnum’s dark eyes gleamed with mischief as Jackie barrelled towards him, and he snickered, because Jackie had vastly underestimated the Captain’s agility. With Silver still in his arms, Magnum swivelled out of the way of Jackie’s barrelling form, put Silver back on one shoulder, tripped Jackie, and hauled him up over his second shoulder with a snicker.

‘Ohohoho yehe guys are too frickin’ cute! I wonder who’s gonna squeal the loudest?’

Needless to say, Jackie was shook; he’d anticipated getting caught, but that fast? That was flustering in of itself! Silver and Jackie shared a nervous gaze before they weakly wriggled in Magnum’s grasp, but Magnum had them pretty damn good. Soon they were in one of the household’s living rooms, and Jackie grunted defiantly.

‘Y-You won’t get away with this!’

Magnum snorted, and Silver and Jackie yelped as they were lightly dropped onto the carpeted floor on their backs….and their eyes widened when Magnum straddled them. Both of them. At the same fucking time. Magnum sneered down at them, letting a deep, smug, rumbly laugh come from his chest as he wiggled his fingers tauntingly down at them.

‘And yet, it seems to me that I already am.’

Silver and Jackie shared one last flustered glance….before they became messes of mirth. Magnum dedicated a hand each to tickling the heroes’ tummies, making Silver hysterical and squealy whilst Jackie threw his head back with bouncy cackles. They batted weakly, wriggled weakly, and all in all were cute as hell.

‘NAHAHAH NAHAT AHAHAGAAAIN!!’

‘AHAHA GEHEHET OHOFF MEHE!’

Magnum chuckled fondly down at Silver, before playfully glaring down at Jackie.

‘Yer not exactly in a position to give any orders Jackie-Boy, or do I need t’ teach ye who’s in charge here?’

Silver squealed and bucked as Magnum scratched at his waistline absently, whilst Jackie responded to Magnum….by blowing a raspberry in the air at him amidst his laughter. Magnum made a mental note to change Jackie’s name to “Bratty Septic” in his phone contacts later. Now though, he raised an eyebrow down at him….before sneering, because he was going to make Jackie wish he hadn’t been such a brat.

‘I’ll take that as a yes….and thanks for the idea.’

Jackie had thought his cheeky response was pretty good….until Magnum decided to now lean down and raspberry the absolute fucking sanity out of the soft dips of his sides. The Captain made sure his rough, scratchy beard rubbed against the ticklish skin too, making Jackie’s eyes go wide as he arched his back and howled with belly laughter.

‘AAHHHH FAHAHACK GETOFFGEHETOHOHOFF!!’

Magnum merely chuckled into the hero’s skin as he kept raspberrying, which meant both heroes were at the same level of mad mirth now. Jackie had squeezed his eyes shut as Silver bucked more and more frantically, letting out a sweet wail amidst it all.

‘THIHIHIS IHISN’T F-FAHAHAIR!!’

Silver’s face was bright red and his bottom lip trembled cutely as the Captain snickered, before sending him a teasing grin.

‘Ye both brought this on yerselves, ye know ye did. Besides, it’s not like ye didn’t have a chance to escape….’

Magnum winked, spurring Silver to look away from the Captain out of flustered embarrassment; both the heroes were absolute flustered messes at this point, both of them blushing with matted hair and tingling nerves. Also, the fact that Magnum had just called them out for wanting the tickles made Jackie especially embarrassed, and spurred him to cry out.

‘SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!’

Of course, this only made things worse for him. Jackie soon found himself thrashing and snorting as Magnum growled and nibbled one of his sides, whilst also pinching at Silver’s to make the Iplier hero jerk from side to side adorably.

‘Ye should reeeally watch yer mouth spandex boy, I’ve got aaaall day….’

Magnum snarled at a hysterical Jackie, whilst Silver started to really crumble from the teasing and tickling, and cried out imploringly to his partner in ticklishness.

‘JAHAHACKIE B-B-BEHEHE NIHIHICE!!’

Jackie let out an indignant noise, no WAY was he gonna let Magnum intimidate him into being nice, Jackie knew he could take a hell of a lot of tickling after all! Magnum knew that too….which was why, he chose a particularly devious strategy to get the cheeky Septic to behave himself. He locked eyes with Jackie, and smirked as he suddenly hovered a fingertip over Silver’s trembling bellybutton, his worst spot. Jackie’s eyes widened.

‘Ye should listen to yer little friend….or I might start punishing him for yer naughtiness….’

��.oh that was so not fair. Jackie knew how insanely ticklish Silver was there, and given how much he’d been tickled already Jackie knew it wasn’t fair for Silver to be subjected to that torment too! Jackie cried out frantically amidst his laughter, since he still had devious teeth feasting at his sides, in a bid to save his friend from true torture….even if it meant submitting.

‘AHAHAHAOKAYOKAY IHIHI’M SAHAHARRY!!’

Magnum smirked smugly, and Silver gasped, already brainstorming a way to thank Jackie later for being the sweetest friend and hero in the whole damn world. Both heroes gasped and caught their breaths, but still softly giggled as Magnum traced their bellies gently.

‘There now, a few manners never hurt anybody.’

Jackie pursed his lips as a last ditch attempt to be defiant….but then succumbed to the bubbly giggles in his chest, and soon he and Silver were giggling and twitching nearly in sync with each other. It was truly the height of cuteness.

‘…..y-yohourtihicklesareevil….’

Magnum smirked with gleaming eyes at Jackie’s mumble, and softly crooned.

‘Thank ye, I aim to please. Are ye pleased too Silvy?’

Silver squeaked at being addressed so directly, and started giggling into his hands as he nodded. Magnum raised a playful eyebrow at him then.

‘Hey ye better not hide that cute face mister!’

Silver pouted for a moment, all he wanted to do was hide from the flustery world, but he knew there’d be consequences if he did that. He lowered his hands, revealing his beet red face, making both Jackie and Magnum giggle fondly at him; there was cute, then there was Silver Shepherd. Magnum gently tickled under Silver’s chin as he cooed.

‘Theeeere we are, what a cutie ye are….’

Silver literally looked like he was about to melt from all the tickly attention, and before Jackie could even fathom feeling jealous, Magnum used his other hand to softly tickle behind his ears, making him squeak and scrunch and grin.

‘Don’t think I forgot about ye either! Behind all that brattiness is a real cutie too….’

Jackie averted his gaze bashfully, and Magnum just couldn’t stop grinning down at them both; honestly, it should have been illegal to look as adorable as these two ticklish heroes did right now. Silver and Jackie hardly struggled as they purred and giggled from the chin and ear tickles from Magnum’s fingertips, it was heaven.

‘N-Nohoho m’nohohoooot….’

Jackie mumbled softly, because being called anything like a cutie put him in flustered denial. Of course, Magnum gasped dramatically at his statement, before crooning in his sweet, baritone voice.

‘Oh but ye are….yer both the sweetest little ticklees of all the lands and seas….’

Both heroes let out soft squeaks, especially Jackie who grinned and nibbled his lip out of pure joy. Then, Silver meekly whispered.

‘R-Reheheally?’

Honestly, Magnum thought his heart was going to explode at this point.

‘Really.’

After a few more moments of the softer tickling to soothe the heroes properly, Magnum then had proper mercy, chuckling when both heroes hurriedly rubbed their chins and necks and ears, both unable to look him in the eye, which was just the sweetest thing of all. Magnum playfully chuckled down at them.

‘Told ye I’d getcha both.’

Both heroes let out embarrassed whines, before Jackie mumbled under his breath.

‘Y-Yeah yeah….y-you did….’

Magnum blinked, and smiled a smile that was sweet with surprise at hearing Jackie admit it, and Magnum felt a little bashful himself at actually being told that he did….good. He wordlessly lay on the floor with them then, pulling both heroes softly into his chest with ease, and Magnum and Jackie both chuckled when Silver wiggled and mumbled tiredly.

‘Snuggly Captain….’

Magnum and Jackie grinned at one another as they sandwiched Silver between them, before softly pressing their foreheads together with soft, happy sighs. Needless to say, the superheroes had never been happier at being captured, ever.

WOOOOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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Daddy Hair Care - Chapter 6

A/N: At long last, Chapter 6! I’d like to give a major shout out and thank you to everyone that’s been checking in on this story. Writing this chapter hasn’t been the easiest as I had a major writer’s block, this is the 9th attempt!!! This wasn’t the original direction I was taking this chapter, but I think it works and fits with the rest and what’s to come. Thank you for the kind patience, I hope you enjoy. And yes, I’ve purposefully made Mya’s dialogue grammatically incorrect to signify her youth; I’ve taken a lot of inspo from the way my little niece is now starting to string sentences together. 

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Chapter 5

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Chapter 6 - I was wondering maybe; Could I make you my baby:

“Theeeeeee end!” Chris concluded the bedtime story dramatically, closing the colourful hardcover book and placed it on the bedside table. “Did you like this one, baby?”

 Mya giggled at his sing-song voice and nodded, “Yeah, but I like Frozen one better,”

 Chris groaned in defeat and rolled his eyes with a playful dramatic huff, “Baby, we read that one aaaall the time. Y’know, there’s more to life than Anna and Elsa. I think this book was pretty cool; there was a funny rabbit, a greedy cow, and a singing horse…I think Dodger liked this one too,”

 Dodger perked his ear at the sound of his name, and then relaxed back at the foot of the small girl’s bed, looking on at the duo.

 “And the ‘silly sausage,’” she started laughing, remembering the favourite part in the book that had her laughing hysterically.

 “Still laughing at the ‘silly sausage’ huh,” he then laughed too.

 Mya smiled and tried to stifle a yawn, but it overpowered her. Her features darkened as she looked at her dad solemnly.

 “I want to come to work with you tomorrow,” 

 “I would love to have you with me, but you know children and Dodger are not allowed at daddy’s work,” he reminded her, although it wasn’t very accurate – the informality of his work allowed him to bring friends and family on set, but he vowed himself to never expose Mya to that.

 “But I miss you dada,”

 “I know it’s not fun when I’m working, if I could take you and Dodger with me, I would. That’s why daddy brought you both here with me to New York, so you could be even closer to me,”

 “Dada but you always go work,”

 Chris frowned but quickly replaced it with a warm expression to encourage her to continue expressing herself.

 “I know honey-” he said calmly.

 “And we have to stay in this room all the time,” she continued to complain. “I want to play outside,”

 Chris couldn’t help but laugh, “Yeah, I gotta agree with you on that one kid. This hotel life wasn’t daddy’s best decision. Daddy’s gotta fix that, even Dodger would love to play outside,”

 She nodded solemnly.

 “After this week, I’ll only be working in the evening, so we’ll get to spend all the mornings and afternoons together, we can go wherever you want,” he offered, knowing he’d regret that just as he had this weekend when he told her they could go wherever she wanted and she suggested Disneyworld.

 He then had to explain to her that it wasn’t possible to just up and go to Disneyworld, and then had to do damage control, when she’d spent almost twenty minutes refusing to talk to him. That was until she realised she needed him to help move her play kitchen area to another side of their suite, so she came back to him with a white flag. Chris took the opportunity then to encourage to scale down her weekend plans to something local.

 “Then we go home?”

 “Not next week, but soon,” he explained. “Is that what would make you happy?”

 Mya nodded, “Yeah, so I can play with my dollies in the garden,”

 Chris rested his head on his palm, trying to make sense of what she was expressing. He’d felt the same strain she did regarding staying in the hotel and they were clearly both homesick, but that suite – large as it was, was becoming claustrophobic. He also wondered where he was going wrong: that even though they were in the same suite – (not miles away as previously before) she still missed him. Then the guilt of spending Friday night with Kayla consumed him; feeling like he had abandoned his daughter to pursue his own selfish interests. But he quickly shook the thought away, refusing to go down that spiral.

 If anything, he was grateful and surprised Mya had lasted this long without complaining, but even then this wasn’t a topic he had wanted to confront. There were too many layers involved; it wasn’t as simple as packing up his and her bags, and flying back to LA. He had to stay in New York and work, then had a few weeks of freedom before filming again in a few months; that posed a question of whether it was the best decision for her to come along to Atlanta as he finished his final Marvel instalment. And if not, he knew there was going to be the issue of delivering the news and actually parting ways for those few months after bonding so well together in New York.

 Again, he shook that thought away, compartmentalising it in the ‘deal with it when it comes’ box.

 “We can’t go home just yet,” he said, feeling like he just kept presenting her with a disappointing answer after another. He shuffled close and scooped her up so she rested on his chest. “How about we go to Boston for a few days this week? You get to play with your cousins and in the garden,”

 Her eyes widened with excitement as she gazed at her dad, now a beacon of hope, “Yay! Can Daja come too?”

 “Of course Dodger is coming too,” Chris chuckled.

 “What about my other grammy, the blue grammy,” she asked, referring to her grandma on her mother’s side; who lived in a big blue house.

 Chris pursed his lips, lying through his teeth and going against his principal of always telling the truth, “She’s on holiday, remember? That’s why you get to be here with daddy in New York,”

 “She’s taking for ages to come back from holiday!” she groaned, now lacing her fingers with her dad’s.

 “Won’t be any longer now, baby,” he changed the subject quickly. “I think it’s time to close those little eyes. Tiff is picking you up tomorrow and daddy will also be leaving early for his interviews. But I finish early, we can call grandma and tell her we’re coming, and then go to see a movie and dinner?”

 Her face lit up again, but then it fell sadly, “But Daja can’t come to the movies with us,”

 Chris cast a glance at him, dozing off at the foot of the bed, “He won’t mind, shhhh…it’s a secret,”

 “Dada, you have a girlfriend?” she asked suddenly and he couldn’t decipher whether she was really asking him or she was seeking confirmation on a truth she already knew, which was strange and uncomfortable to him because that also another topic he wasn’t ready to confront with her.

 He didn’t even know she knew what a ‘girlfriend’ was.

 “Uhm, no,” Chris shifted uncomfortably. An embarrassed smile brightened up his features and he wanted to laugh at being interrogated by a child about his non-existent love life. “Why?”

 She shrugged, “Is it a secret?”

 “Mya,”

 She gave him a coy smile.

 “How do you know what a girlfriend is?” Chris eyed her suspiciously, deciding on a new angle.

 “I dunno,”

 “Princess, c’mon, we tell each other everything. Right? Remember, we said we always have to tell the truth?”

 “Uncle Seb has a girlfriend, he said it’s a secret,” Mya shared.

 “He told you he has a girlfriend?”

 She nodded again, covering her face.

 “How do you know he has a girlfriend?” Chris pressed on, trying a different angle. She shrugged again.

 “Aunty Lauren. I saw her on the phone with him,”

 “I’m not following baby,”

 “Like,” she began to explain, as best as she could with her limited vocabulary. “She’s with him on his phone picture, they were kissing. It’s yucky. I saw it when I was playing games,”

 “Oh,” Chris finally said, understanding that she meant his phone’s display picture. Chris muttered under his breath, “Interesting. Your Uncle Seb’s so much trouble.”

 After a short pause, he proposed the question that had been occupying his thoughts for a long while, and then of course the need to ask was exacerbated on Friday when he’d spent the evening with Kayla. He didn’t think he would be confronting this topic this soon, but he couldn’t miss the opportunity to ask Mya now and plant the seed, seeing as she’d brought it up herself.

 “What if daddy had a girlfriend, how would that make you feel?”

 “I don’t know, daddy. Maybe no kissing each other, it’s yucky,” she shrugged again earnestly, making Chris realise she understood the term ‘girlfriend’ in a very naïve way; as something to snicker about. “Are you going to get a girlfriend?”

 “Oh man, not you too asking me to get a girlfriend,” he rolled his eyes and made a face to make her giggle. “Daddy is – he will – y’know what, this is weird, go to bed baby,”

 “Okay. Kiss-kiss,” she pouted.

 “Okay. I love you,” he smothered her face with kisses, causing her to laugh hysterically and seek refuge under her blanket, waking up Dodger as she accidentally kicked him. “So tomorrow, you and daddy have to talk about something important okay?”

 “Okay, after the movie?”

 Chris smiled, ruffling her hair “Yes sweetie. Goodnight,” he turned to Dodger. “C’mon buddy, let’s leave miss ‘silly sausage’ to sleep,”

 And there was that cackle again, “I love you dada. Love you Daja,”

 Chris poured himself a glass of red wine as he unwound on his couch, putting the TV on with Dodger at his side as Rick & Morty came on. He took a deep breath, feeling this was the most relaxed he had been all weekend. His two kids had occupied so much of his thoughts, energy and time this weekend, so whenever he could steal a moment of tranquillity he made the best of it. As he watched Rick & Morty in a daze, his mind wandering about the last topic of conversation he’d just had with Mya. It felt weird, talking about his love life with his baby girl. It’s not something he ever imagined having to do, back when he used to imagine life with a child. He wondered if that was her cry for help for some womanly company in the Evans household, or was it a plea to maintain the status quo, so she could have him all to herself? Especially since she had communicated it very clearly that she missed him when he was away at work, let alone someone else coming into his life demanding attention.

 He sighed, pouring another glass growing very aware of how quickly he had downed the first. He thought about Kayla; if he was going to pursue her – what would the dynamics be like? Did she even like kids? Did she like dogs? Could she handle his complicated parenting situation?

 Again, for the umpteenth time that evening, he shook that thought away. He was realising more and more, like everyone told him, his worst fears were things he was cooking up in his imagination. He always got ahead of himself in thought and imagined the worst possible scenarios. Scott always told him “no wonder why you have anxiety, you’re forcing your brain to live through things that are not even real.” So now he was trying to be better; trying to reign in on his thoughts and control them in a positive direction, even if it meant being too optimistic in thinking there was even a slight chance Kayla reciprocated his feelings.

 So he went back to thinking about her, it felt nice. It was his place of peace. It was addictive to remember her smile, her voice, the way she teased him with no care and a total disregarded of his actor title. It felt nice, to be seen by her as a person and not an object or an ideal. He couldn’t wait to see her again tomorrow; he imagined her plump lips and then remembered the several lost opportunities that he had to kiss on her Friday. Her soft touch; the way she’d gently tap him on the shoulder when she’s laughing, she wasn’t as tactile as he was, but he remembered every single touch. He remembered the way her fingers felt in his fair. He remembered her scent emanating from different points on her body: her neck when she hugged him, her wrist when she applied products to his face, and her hair when she walked passed him.

 His eyes flickered to his phone on the table, opening Safari on private browsing; his fingers hovered over the keypad on Google search. It was something he had to come to terms with sooner or later, and if Friday with Kayla and tonight’s conversation with Mya were anything to go by, it was going to be sooner. So he did, he typed the words in before quickly pressing the backspace, feeling ridiculous, so instead he called the person he knew would give him the peace he was after.

 After several missed calls, she answered on the third attempt.

 “Hi, sorry I’d left my phone in the dining room,”

 “Hi,” He sighed contentedly into the phone, finding solace in her voice and rushed to get his thoughts together because he could feel that familiar wash of anxiety clouding him and choking him.

 “I need your help with something,” he said, feeling his face warm up as though she could see him. It was a combination of the wine and the words he was going to speak that made him feel like he was going to throw up.

 “Is everything okay?” she enquired with concern. “Chris?”

 “Yeah, I’m just sitting here and was about to ask Google for advice on something that I’m sure it’d have answers for, but, I think you’re the best person to help me out here,”

 “Okay,” she said tentatively. “What were you searching for?”

 After a few seconds of silence and another sip of wine, Chris finally answered, knowing that as he was speaking out these words into the universe, there was no turning back, he would be confirming that he wanted to be with Kayla. All those negative thoughts and scenarios that could be – he also put them in the same ‘deal with it when and if they come’ box.

 “Chris, you’re making me nervous,”

 “I uhm…I wasn’t sure that Google will have an answer specifically tailored for a single dad who’s also an actor, for this particular question,” he sighed with a nervous laugh. “How do I go back out there and start dating again?”

 She let out a soft gasp.

 “What?” he was on edge.

 “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that question?”

 “I know. But I met this woman and she’s amazing, she’s really incredible and I’m losing my mind every day that I don’t talk to her or see her,” he chuckled, feeling ridiculous. “I know this feeling, so I’m ready to go for it,”

 “I’m so happy you called,” she stalled and emitted a muffled sound.

 “Ma…Are you crying? Seriously…?”

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

🎶Aaaall I want fooor Christmaaaaas..... iiiis................... 🎶Maybe another snippet of your rival authors au, please?? 😅

Santa baby, slip a snippet under the tree, for me. ;) Happy holidays, Anon. Have a heaping pile of jealous Marcey.For reference, this him:

--His loop of disappointed thoughts was gently interrupted by a slow, rolling American accent speaking into the mic.“Hi,” came the slightly bashful baritone. And then, “Hi, Louis.”Marcel felt his eyebrow quirk involuntarily at that, something like annoyance suddenly unfurling in his gut.Just Louis, huh? he thought sourly, distantly aware that he was being petulant. He chose to chalk it up to his earlier resignation, though something in him could tell the emotions didn’t quite match. Whatever.He raised his eyes slowly, making sure his expression remained flat and bored, and was instantly unimpressed with the sight that greeted him. Mr. Hi-Just-Louis was tall – maybe an inch or three taller than Marcel – with the kind of light blonde hair that was solely reserved for infants and men named Chad. It was coiffed in that carefree I-keep-running-my-fingers-through-my-hair way that Marcel often tried to achieve, only to end up looking like a fretting rooster, and the realization made Marcel scoff. Ugh, he thought. He hated him already. Marcel’s mood did not improve in the slightest as Probably-Named-Chad smiled, slow with his lips slightly parted, hooded, broody (some people would say sexy) blue eyes frighteningly focused on Louis.��I just…” he started, ducking his head down. “Sorry, I’m spazzing. I’m just such a big fan,” he breathed, biting his lip against another smile and looking up from under his lashes as he tucked a strand of hair coyly behind his ear. The movement made Marcel’s eyes narrow, and then narrow further when he realized that the hand Maybe-Definitely-Chad used was clutching at a very tattered copy of No Control, the creases in the cover so similar to Marcel’s own that he did a double take, before remembering his copy was sitting on his nightstand at home, barely held together by four layers of packing tape.O-ho, well played, sir, Marcel thought then. Very well played indeed.As if on cue, Louis chuckled gently into the mic, a telltale pink tinting his cheeks.“You’re making me blush,” he said, leaning in close, his eyes playful. His lips went up in a smirk as he nudged his chin towards the man’s book. “And that’s quite a copy you have there…?”“Sebastian,” Broody Blue Eyes filled in quickly. “Yeah, its…” he looked down at the book in his hand and then back to Louis. “It’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it?”“Flattering’s more the word that comes to mind, love,” Louis threw back cheekily, and good God and all the saints, Marcel might actually gag.

“I’ll take that,” Sebastian said, grinning easily. “I actually brought it because I wanted to read a few lines out and was so nervous I would misquote it, even if I memorized it,” he admitted, two spots of red resting high on his cheeks and Marcel would have found it sweet… except it just wasn’t. He watched sourly as Sebastian flipped the book open to a dog-eared page, chewing on his lip before taking a deep breath. Even before he began speaking, something in Marcel knew, just knew, it was going to be those lines – Marcel’s lines – the lines he had copied repeatedly into the blank pages of his journal, the ones that had inspired each and every piece of work in his No Control AO3 folder. He could see the worlds forming in Sebastian’s mind, and sure enough – “‘Zee felt the familiar emotion settle, nameless and heavy atop his breastbone,’” Sebastian began, his voice wavering slightly – sweetly. His eyes darted upwards to meet Louis’, smiling shyly before continuing, “‘Somehow whole, solid, and yet intangible. It was blurred at the edges, this feeling – recognition hovering just above the stratosphere of memory. He had felt this weighted gravity before, this pull to orbit another as if they were the sun and he one of their many, many moons. He did not know how he knew, or why, or for whom; but still, he was sure – he had felt this... before.’”The last word left Sebastian’s lips in a reverent breath, a soft whoosh! that took off, and landed perfectly in the quiet air of the room. He closed the book in his hand gently, holding it to his chest like he was winded as he looked up at Louis with sparkling, inspired eyes.“Love that passage,” he breathed. “It’s my favorite part of the book.”Louis smiled back in a way that Marcel thought was too soft, too shy, too… endeared. “Thank you,” he answered, ducking his head slightly.“Your mastery of language… is just…” Sebastian continued, shaking his head in disbelief. “I mean, I know you’ve said repeatedly that romance isn’t a focal theme in your book, but that… Like, that’s one of the most romantic things I’ve ever read.”Marcel’s eye roll was rudely cut off by Louis’ pleased laughter.“Far be it for me to judge,” Louis said, the lilt of his voice turning cheeky. “But, I do think that means you need a touch more romance in your life, Sebastian.”This close, only Marcel could see the way the tops of Louis’ ears began to heat, slightly shielded by the feathery wisps of his hair. The soft taunt punched a delighted laugh from Sebastian, who’s eyes began to look like they were lit from within, and Christ on a cracker, was he actually making his eyes glitter on cue?“You, uh,” he chuckled. A faint blush seemed to crawl slowly (prettily, Marcel noted, unamused) up his neck as he scrambled for words. “You’re not… wrong.”Louis’ brow quirked interestedly, and that was all Marcel needed to flip the switch on his mic.“Sorry,” he said, the sharpness of his voice ringing out jarringly in the tiny, intimate space. “But did you have a question?”

[mobius-prime]

151. Sonic the Hedgehog #85

The Big Payback

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Ron Lim Colors: Frank Gagliardo

So Eggman is quite peeved that Sonic stopped his plans to destroy Station Square via ancient water monster. However, he has a plan to get back at Sonic - and as with many of his previous plans, it involves a robotic duplicate of his archnemesis…

Sonic and the Freedom Fighters are in Station Square, which is in the midst of trying to clean up the mess left by the attack, being thanked and awarded by the mayor for saving their city. Suddenly, the ceremony is interrupted by the appearance of Silver Sonic II, which is significantly smaller in size than its original counterpart.

Sonic leads his robotic nemesis on a wild goose chase across the city to draw fire away from the innocents at the ceremony. Big snags Silver Sonic II's leg with his fishing rod, and Tails tries to attack it while it's stuck, but he gets knocked aside into Big as the mecha breaks free and continues its pursuit of its quarry. Sonic and it finally crash through a window into the ground level of a building that's been structurally compromised by the flood, something Silver Sonic II uses to its advantage.

The building falls on top of them both, and Eggman, watching from his base, cackles, knowing that Silver Sonic II is sturdy enough to survive such an impact. The Freedom Fighters desperately dig into the rubble only to find a hole in the ground beneath it, indicating that Sonic dug his way to safety through the ground. As he pops back out and continues to fight the robot, Nicole, Sally and Nate try to discern its potential weaknesses.

Damn, if Eggman somehow found an infinite power supply, why did he waste it on one measly little robot? You'd think he'd insert that into an Ultimate Annihilator Mk. II or something and get to work erasing existence. Sonic is shaken free from Silver Sonic II midair, and when Tails catches him, Silver Sonic II straight up jettisons his own foot into Tails' head as payback. Sonic becomes enraged at seeing his friend knocked out by the long-range kick, and this gives him enough strength to deal the final blow against his foe.

What indeed? Eggman certainly doesn't seem too fazed by Silver Sonic II's loss, as he installed a homing beacon in it for this very possibility, and intends to simply wait until the Freedom Fighters leave the city unattended and then waltz in to fix up his robot and get to conquerin'. However, the Freedom Fighters certainly don't seem too worried, leaving the city after saying goodbye to Big, who's heading back to the Mysterious Cat Country with Froggy in tow, and they hop in their aircraft only for it to immediately begin to careen out of control.

Sally orders Sonic and Tails to do some reconnaissance for signs of life nearby (why, I have no idea - they crashed like not even a mile from Station Square from the looks of it), and shoots Amy down when she tries to ask to go along. Nate, inspecting the damage, finds it to be the result of sabotage, and while he worries about who may have done it (the idea that it may have been, you know, Eggman, or the robot they were just fighting, doesn't seem to cross his mind), Eggman himself waltzes straight into the city like he didn't just try to murder everyone in it. Somehow he doesn't get immediately arrested on the street, and instead he finds his robot as planned - only Silver Sonic II is already repaired, and has been reprogrammed by Nate to serve as Station Square's loyal protector from now on! That's actually some damn good thinking on his part. Amusingly, Eggman races out with his former creation on his heels while shouting that "Payback is such a glitch!" which is maybe the closest this comic has come to actually swearing so far.

Home & Back

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils/Colors: Diamond Rose Studios

The art in this issue is really bizarre, for some reason - it's credited in its entirety to "Diamond Rose Studios," without elaborating on who actually worked on what, and the art style, particularly the shading, is pretty noticeably different from the style of other artists for the comic. If anything, it comes across much more like amateur work you might find on DeviantArt rather than official art for a licensed video game comic. But hey, it's not bad art, so no real problem here. Oh, and Rotor's finally back! It's been so long since we've seen him… *checks back* twenty-four issues, in fact! We unfortunately find him now in a nasty predicament - his bathysphere is taking on water fast, and he's not having any success radioing for help. He thinks back on how his last few months have been - shortly after he left to find his family, he indeed found them safe and sound with the help of the Arctic Freedom Fighters.

This issue seems to take place just shortly after Eggman's return, because Rotor recounts how just recently his family all fell under the mind control spell again, once more trying to kill him and forcing him to run for his life in his bathysphere, which was then damaged, leaving him stranded in his current predicament. Honestly, I have to point out right now that the timeline of these early eras is aaaall over the place. Issues are constantly throwing out random amounts of time, claiming that X amount of months have passed between this event and that event, only to claim a different amount of time between similar events over here and there. I mean, I got the initial impression that Robotnik had only died a maximum of maybe five months before Eggman's arrival, and yet here Rotor is claiming it had been nearly a year? Then on top of that he apparently spent months hanging out with his family in the North Sea, easily making it over a year since Robotnik's death - and yet the timeline of StH#72 and beyond clearly indicates that mere days passed in between his leaving and Eggman's return, yet here he is, claiming to have spent months with his family unmarred by any negative circumstances. Even if you argue that maybe the mind control was a delayed effect and only started back up right around now during the Chaos fiasco, the early issues of this era seem to indicate that not more than a few weeks have passed between Eggman's arrival and the Sonic Adventure adaption - this is his first evil world domination plot since his return, after all. What I'm saying is that the amounts of time that various issues claim have passed between most of these key events just don't line up with each other at all, so you really have to take any character's claim of months or years between events with a gigantic grain of salt. I don't know why they didn't put more effort into maintaining a consistent "schedule" if you will of events, if only for consistency's sake, but then again this bothers me probably more than most, just because I have a strong need for narrative consistency in my own stories. It's just another one of those odd plot holes that we kind of have to ignore to get anywhere.

Rotor, having finished with his chronologically-impossible recounting of previous events, realizes that the water leaking into his bathysphere is coming entirely too close to a mass of live wires, and makes the decision to abandon ship, preferring to risk a long swim back to the surface.

Well, at least these friendly fellas have got his back. Hopefully we'll see more of him back with the main Freedom Fighter chapter soon, because having him head off to find his family honestly felt like an excuse to just get rid of him as a character for a while, and I resent that, because Rotor is a big chubby bro and we deserve to see more of him being a badass sweetheart.

[livingmybestfictionallife]

What He Kept Secret

Anon Request: Ya know what I crave? Those moments in klaus’ kidnapping we didn’t get to see. For example: how did hazel take him? Did he knock him unconscious? Did he drag him to the car kicking and trashing? Did he threaten him with his gun so that klaus had to follow him to the car and get in the trunk? And also aaaall the stuff they did to him that we didn’t get to see! I crave that. I want that. (And yeah, klaus is my baby and YEAH, I WANT TO SEE HIM S U F F E R)

A/N: here’s a short Klaus, offscreen torture request.

All I wanted was a fucking bath, Klaus thought to himself as he stared up in the darkness of the enclosed space he was stuffed into. I wanted to melt away in a peaceful and warm bliss and forget the bullshit that’s constantly circling my mind. How did it end up like this? Why am I always the one locked in small, dark places?!

He knew he was in a car’s trunk. The consistent jostle back and forth from accelerating and stopping was enough for him to figure out his whereabouts, but knowing where he was didn’t do anything to subside the pain in his head or make breathing easier.

He had been as oblivious to his surroundings as his siblings had been to his presence. Those two factors put together were the pivotal points of success in his kidnapping. Klaus hadn’t known two crazed assassins had broken into the home, or that all his siblings had the shit beat out of them trying to free their home of the intruders, all he knew was that Five was adamant about the end of the world being days away...well, that and the fact that Five owed him twenty bucks. Klaus’s oblivious nature made it all too easy for Hazel to sneak up behind him, cup his hand over Klaus’s mouth, and press the gun’s barrel to Klaus’s temple in a single movement.

“Kinky, Diego, but I could never think of you that way,” Klaus joked; his voice muffled by Hazel’s hand. It wasn’t until Klaus tried to turn to face who he thought was, for some unknown reason, his brother playing a prank on him, that he caught a glimpse of the heavy set man restraining him. For some reason, seeing his captor led Klaus’s muscles to, momentarily, lock up and his posture became rigid. 

Once Cha-Cha had given Hazel the all-clear, she returned to tie restraints around the third Hargreeves brother’s wrists and ankles. Hazel then threw the bound and gagged, tweaked out Hargreeves sibling over his shoulder, huffed a few expletives in the process, and carried the now panicked Klaus to his current resting place. To Klaus’s discomfort, Hazel chose the same tactic to remove him from the trunk. Ass in the air, unable to breath due to the amount of smoke that had damaged his lungs since adolescence, and the fact that Hazel’s shoulder dug into his diaphragm, Klaus coughed out a few pleads for help, which were utterly pointless. 

Cha-Cha was quick to lock the door behind them and even quicker to untie his restraints to use the rope to bind him to a chair she had positioned in the center of the room. Klaus tried to kick his way free and struggle against Hazel’s grasp, but a sharp sting to his face stunned him. After that, he had a hard time disassociating Cha-Cha with his father, who had also been all too quick to resort to a slap here and there to improve behavior. Looking back, Klaus was most ashamed of the role he played in letting himself being taken and abused. He’d been too used to the pains other people could inflict on him that it didn’t seem wrong when these strangers set out to do the same.

“Where is he?” Hazel asked in a gruff voice.

“Who?” Klaus could only respond.

“The boy?” He could only assume he spent too much time processing the words leaving the other man’s mouth and thinking of a quippy and sassy response, because before he could begin speaking, Cha-Cha’s hand came down on his face again. This time however, a twisted laugh escaped his lips, which only drove anger into the hearts of his captors. 

"You could at least buy me dinner first!” he called through his chuckle. Hazel’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion--obviously he hadn’t been expecting someone to respond to torture as erotica--but Cha-Cha was colder, tough, and more determined than her partner.  She lowered herself in front of the man tied up before her, placing her hands on her knees as she bent herself to be eye level with Klaus, and spoke in a slow, steady, and assured tone.

“It’s in your best interest to tell us what you know and quit playing dumbass. Give us the information you have, and we will let you go,” she said before turning around to grab some sort device that appeared to be a type of rod with two electric prongs positioned at the end held opposite of her body. “Refuse to cooperate, and we will have to resort to other methods to coerce information from you,” she finished before jabbing the rod’s prongs into Klaus’s rib cage. At first, the only sound that could escape his lips was a yep of pain, but he was quick to turn that expression of pain into a howl, curl the corner of his mouth, run his tongue across his bottom lip, and tilt his head up at Cha-Cha.

“Let the fun begin!” he said in an almost singing voice as before he turned his attention to Hazel. “Come here and get in on this! Or does the idea of seeing a man writhe below you frighten you?”

“Prick,” Hazel muttered as he made his way back over and grabbed a fistful of Klaus’s hair. “Tell us what you know!”

“Harder, daddy,” Klaus whined at Hazel’s grasp tugging his head backward over the chair’s backrest. Again, the jolting pain seared through his core as the electric prod jammed into his ribs. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you,” he called back over to Cha-Cha, whose face revealed nothing but utter disgust.

“Tell us about Number Five!” Cha-Cha demanded as she began to lose her composure and allow her anger to overcome her not even ten minutes into their “interrogation.” To keep from any smartass responses from leaving Klaus’s mouth, she drove the rod into his skin, just above his collarbone and listened to the grunting response.

“Small...feisty...bit of an asshole,” Klaus said between gasps for breath through the pain surging through his neck and nervous system. After a long moment, Cha-Cha subtly dug the prongs deeper into Klaus’s tissues before subsiding as the sounds of his manically twisted and dark laughter echoed in her mind and throughout the room. He let out a loud gasp of relief and said, “you’ve got a lot in common with him.”

And so it went for hours, electric prongs, hands and fists flying to his face and stomach, switches to his legs and back until small streams of blood trickled down his body, mixing with the cold sweat that began to over come him as the effects of substances wore off and his body began to crave another hit. If he had a moment away from the pain and arousal, his body would crumble beneath the desperation he was experiencing in the form of withdrawals. They’ll give up soon, he told himself as the clock ticked past the three hour mark. Focus on the pain, he would remind himself every time he caught a glimpse of the hour hand ticking past the large number twelve, signaling another hour had passed and he fell even lower off his high. Funny enough, it was the physical pain that carried him through the long, ten hours of inadvertently detoxing cold turkey. He’d been so accustomed to emotional pain, that into adolescence he turned to drugs to alter his emotional state, to hide the pain. Physically, he turned to sex. It truly was a kink, and one that he was thankful for, not just in this moment as strangers tortured him for information, but because he knew if pain wasn’t arousing, he’d have resorted to self-harm decades ago.

“Don’t stop,” he gasped as a lamp’s cord cut of airflow from his windpipe, no doubt leaving a ligature mark in the process. He squirmed slightly in his restraints as Cha-Cha barked another command into his ear while tightening her grip on the cord and, subsequently, the pressure placed on his neck. “I’m...almost...there!” For what felt like the third or fourth time, Cha-Cha found herself catching a glimpse of something she wasn’t fully convince she was seeing.

“Is that a--?”

“Yup,” Hazel confirmed as he glanced toward Klaus’s lap while he sauntered back toward where Cha-Cha still determinedly attempted to obtain information from the most useless hostage imaginable. The audible release of her disgust was greeted with Klaus’s gasp of air upon finally being able to breath properly after what felt like ten minutes of restriction.

“Nothing like a little strangling to get the blood flowing,” he grunted each word in a huff while his body shook and shuttered as the cold sweat slipped down his back and his heart seemed to beat irregularly. “Am I right?” That certainly served as enough of a distraction, he thought to himself while still reveling in the thrilling sensation of being completely submissive and under someone else’s complete control. Another laugh slipped from his lips as he tried to catch his breath.

“What’s so funny, you asshole?” Hazel snapped and Klaus’s momentous relief from the chills and shakes was gone once Hazel’s hand collided with his face. Instantaneously, Reginald’s disappointed face once again appeared before Klaus just as clearly as Ben appeared the moment after.

“Well, for one,” Klaus said in a shaky voice, trying to keep himself from screaming out his need for a high. “You spent the last ten hours beating me senseless,” he continued to mutter helplessly. Somehow, even though he was the one tied up and restricted, he had the most power. His refusal to endure the torture and refuse to divulge any information about his brother meant he had control; it was that feeling of control and power that he held on to as he pushed his desperation from his mind. “And you’re learned absolutely nothing,” he said and tried to force a laugh to leave his throat, but instead found himself choking back tears. “I mean, nobody tells me shit! The truth is, I’m the one person in that house nobody will even notice is gone,” Klaus said. His voice was beginning to fade and the hopelessness was returning to his body as he vocalized the voices in his mind that continually resurfaced to remind him he needed something to feel numb. “You assholes kidnapped the wrong guy!” he laughed again only to be slapped yet again.

Cha-Cha gave up in entertaining any hope of Klaus cooperating and was torturing him to feel as if she were punishing him for his overall existence. She jerked his head back over the chair’s backrest and held a washcloth over his face before growling, “Let’s waterboard him.” Klaus continued to comply with their desires to know he was suffering, but only for a moment before he started gargling water he had collected in his mouth.

“Ahh, I needed that,” he sighed. “I was so parched, thank you.”

“Maybe we’re not hitting him hard enough,” Hazel suggested to his partner.

“Good luck with that one, big guy!” Klaus said with a cocky smirk playing on his face while pain struck his heart at the realization that he would have to continue this ruse until they released him or until he was dead...because it was a simple fact that no one was looking for him.

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[journeysintowebcomics]

Homestuck Liveblog #186

UPDATE 186: Political Assassination

Last time John finally got that tooth off his chest, and Jake agreed to give his endorsement to Karkaroni. Now what will happen? Let’s see.

Has it been days since Jade has been sitting on that couch, levitating and with her eyes completely black? Given everything that has happened in the meantime it sure feels like it has. Roxy’s getting worried, she tried to call Rose but she didn’t respond, so instead he goes for the next option she has: Dave. Who immediately brags about working to stop Jane from screwing up everything. The words ‘neoliberal austerity measures’ are unsaid but they’re like an echo when Dave talks about the presidential campaign, I bet. He’s busy handling Jake’s endorsement speech.

ROXY: i guess in the grand scheme of things

ROXY: shes just takin a sort of nap

ROXY: but its one HELL of a nap bro

‘one hell of a nap, davey, shes been blacked out for, like, a week’

It seems the troll candidate is more popular with the trolls and the carapacians than with the humans and consorts. How don’t they have more consort supporters? Hopefully Jake’s endorsement will change that.

ROXY: lmao dirk just texted me about this

ROXY: somehow he found out about jade did u tell him

DAVE: uh no

ROXY: he just said make sure she gets lotsa daylight

ROXY: that itll help with the “exorcism she needs”.....

ROXY: and also to say hi to calliope for some fuckin reason??

DAVE: thats weird

Well that makes clear what the best course of action is: don’t open the windows nor place her anywhere in the daylight. If Dirk’s advice will help with the exorcism she needs – to get Dead Calliope out – then it’s a bad idea. I’m enjoying this epilogue much more with Dead Calliope controlling the narrative, thanks.

It’s alarming Kanaya isn’t picking up either. Could Dirk have gotten rid of her? I sure hope not! Kanaya has done nothing wrong and deserves to stay alive, what with being the professional when it’s about troll reproduction. She better still be fine and kicking!

DAVE: i gotta give karkat some emotional support

DAVE: since gettin jake on our side was a pretty huge fucking bonanza for us

DAVE: which has almost equal probability of winning us the election as it does blowing up in our faces depending on this speech he gives

DAVE: so we gotta like

DAVE: concentrate here?????

DAVE: instead of jerking each other off all god damned day for the rest of our lives

DAVE: (im just joking we dont actually do that)

ROXY: oh

They don’t do that, much to Jade’s disappointment, I bet. Either way, it’s speech time!

The struggle to take control of the narrative is a petty squabble, says Dirk, taking the high ground by offering Dead Calliope a way out. Buddy, pal, friend, you can’t take the high ground and then insinuate Calliope is ugly as sin. That is petty.

Apparently everybody thinks Dave loves Karkaroni, and although I believe that too, it’s fine if Dave never comes to terms to that. The guy marches at the beat of his own drum, he’ll be fine. This kind of thing can’t be forced on him. Speaking of things that can’t be forced, Roxy wants to know how Dave came out to everyone else as not straight. Oh dear, Roxy, I don’t think Dave ever did that. You’re asking the wrong person – unless you want the answer to be ‘deny it for like eight years now’.

He’s not really denying it right now, though. Maybe he did come out to the others and I didn’t find out until now. He’s not comfortable enough with rapping about ‘boning dudes’ in middle of a stadium where so many people can see him, but he’s not running away from the question. Way to go, Dave! I approve character growth!

Somehow Dave has this entire spiel about all the steps of admitting not being straight. On what phase are you, Dave? Inquiring minds want to know. I’d paste the entire thing here, because it’s pretty good stuff, but it’d feel like I’m applying filler for the sake of applying filler, so I won’t.

Dirk really doesn’t want a conversation about gender. Personally I have to agree because, even though this is great for development and I appreciate all of Dave’s steps, this is kind of a random place to shove this in. Pretty bad place, really. It’d have been great at a different moment.

Horrendously invasive of Roxy’s deepest personal thoughts.

...uh, Dirk, you know what else is horrendously invasive? Taking over the narration and manipulating people around. Also the assimilation plan, that’s more than horrendously invasive.

Okay, this is going for long enough.

DIRK: Do you even know where I am right now?

DIRK: Do you have the slightest idea what I’m up to?

the prince is laboring under the delusion that he has been the least bit subtle in his intentions. he currently stands beneath the carapacian bell tower, poised to climb to the top. he holds the long, red sniper rifle that once belonged to roxy, brandishing it openly and boldly. he seems mysteriously oblivious to the fact that holding a long rifle in broad daylight somewhat tips one to the fact that he soon intends to shoot someone from a great distance. he also seems unaware of the fact that i know perfectly well that the top of this tower has a clear, long-range view of the stadium, allowing any competent sniper a clear shot of whoever happens to be standing at the podium as they give a speech. as jake english is about to do.

he also doesn’t seem to realize i have anticipated his attempt to assassinate his own friend in order to advance his political goals, and that i am prepared to take measures which make this impossible.

It really sounds like Dirk’s getting ready to shoot, he’s up at the right place and has a view of the stadium where Jake will be, but...I don’t know, ever since Roxy said Dirk messaged her about keeping Jade in the sunlight for ‘an exorcism’ I have been feeling uneasy, and now that this all was said just now, well, I kind of suspect Dirk may try to shoot and kill Jade. It sure would free her of Dead Calliope’s control and possibly give him back the control of the narrative. It’s a possibility, no?

Somehow the next few paragraphs resembles a schoolyard roleplaying fight. ‘You can’t reach the top of the stairs because...your feet feel really heavy’ ‘really? Then I can fly’ ‘and then the bell came crashing down on you!’ ‘I cut that stupid bell with my sword!’ ‘not fair!’ ‘yes fair!’.  It’s endearing in its own way.

DIRK: He wonders out loud, “what is this, amateur hour”?

DIRK: The Dead Cherub then humorlessly narrates, “why, yes. yes mr. strider, it IS amateur hour. and i’m the amateur here, for throwing a huge bell at you. i would like to humbly apologize for my amateurism.”

no i don’t.

DIRK: Sure you do.

I’m having fun with this part, guys, I really am! This is great.

This is over when Dead Calliope, trying to stop the focus on Dirk and his increasingly petty narration, turns the attention back to Dave who must still be explaining to Roxy the intricacies of coming out to their friends. I see keeping a show in a standstill is a Strider family trait.

DAVE: well lets just say internalized whatevers are kind of like an onion

DAVE: theres lots of layers

DAVE: they suck on pizza

DAVE: and trolls have to get their stomach pumped if they eat them

That has got to be the most contrived simile Dave has said in recent history.

Dirk continues saying very clearly he’s about to shoot Jake, and the more he states that so bluntly the more I suspect there’s something else going on.

‘Xenophobe’ and related words are starting to stop looking like a real word. It just has been said so many times.

Everything is making Dave feel like something’s wrong – undoubtedly Dead Calliope’s influence – so he gets in the path of any potential bullets, protecting Jake with his own body.

and despite dave’s quick and well-justified action, what is also unbeknownst to him is that the sniper no longer poses a threat of pulling that trigger. because everyone knows that for all of the prince’s shortcomings, he would never expose his beloved brother and son to the risk of a heroic death.

DIRK: You’re absolutely right.

DIRK: I would never do that.

DIRK: I’d never kill Dave, no matter what I felt the stakes were. I’d never hurt him either.

I’m pretty willing to bet taking over Dave’s self doesn’t count as killing or hurting him, therefore it’s fair game. Dave would be pretty unhappy to know what Dirk’s doing, anyway. The narrative reveals what’s in the sniper rifle are not bullets, they’re tranquilizers. It’d be a non-fatal way of keeping someone out of the way for a while. The second thing Dead Calliope got wrong, though...

DIRK: Yes. You’re right about the tranquilizer.

DIRK: But there’s one more fact you’re not aware of.

DIRK: Which is that I never intended to aim for Jake at all.

Well then! Turns out I may have been right about that he intends to shoot Jade. He must feel really confident about it if he can announce it aloud after aaaall the charades he did to fool Dead Calliope. Is it Jade, Dirk? Will you tranquilize Jade and pretty much put her to sleep – non-fatally?

Dirk spins in what must be the tiniest bell tower ever, given he only has to spin to change direction and be able to aim somewhere else, and gets ready to shoot. All Dead Calliope can do is freeze Dirk’s finger on the trigger, but he thought ahead and made the rifle to be voice-operated. All he has to do is say ‘fire’. Which he does! Game over for Dead Calliope?

Pretty good aim, hitting a vein from all this distance. Jade indeed has gotten tranquilized, and I’m pretty sure given this isn’t the first time Dirk uses tranquilizers – he uses them in TV – it shouldn’t be too hard for anyone to realize this is Dirk’s orangey shady hand making the moves.

The insult against Jade is uncalled for, Dirk. But yeah, the result of all this is that Dirk is once again back in control of the narrative, which makes me sigh with exasperation. I really liked Dead Calliope’s narration more than Dirk’s, so I’m not looking forward to this change.

Roxy drops to her knees by the couch, pulls the dart out of Jade’s neck, and tries to shake her awake. But it’s no use. That’s a heavy dose I gave her. Could be out for weeks. Maybe months? Can’t have any cherubs messing with my business on this planet. At least not until I’ve taken my leave. But Jade’s gonna be fine. Don’t worry about that.

So...she’s pretty much in a coma. Could be worse, could be worse. She could be dead. This is barely better.

Cherubs are fuckin’ weird, I’ll totally concede. Still not sure what makes them tick. What they idealize, what they really want. It all comes across to me as a little cloying. Perfection to them is a sweetness beyond comprehension. Sugar so potent it’s poison to us. To our bodies, to our souls. Like the place she was operating from was a realm of self-construction. A bubble of pure, phantasmal confection.

Well, I for one have had enough of that goddamn toothache. I’m back in the protein saddle, motherfuckers. I’m clacking my tongs, and the charcoal is hot.

Now who’s hungry for meat?

Does that mean the candy epilogue is all Dead Calliope’s influence seeping through instead of Dirk’s? It could be interesting to see what kind of thing she does to the world. Although...given the effects of the trickster lollipop and how ‘sweetness beyond comprehension’ is perfection to them, it’s bound to be nightmarish. I’m actually looking forward to that!

Speaking of meat, holy shit. You just look more fucked up every time we come back to you, don’t you, John?

You’re a disgraceful mess right now. Covered in blood, mysteriously sticky, bruised all over your arms, legs, and neck. Terezi practically raked rows into your back. You catch sight of yourself in the rearview mirror. You’re kind of embarrassed by what a postcoital train wreck you look like when all she’s got is mussed hair. And you should be embarrassed. Seriously, it’s like you were mauled by a wild animal. Jesus, don’t either of you have any shame?

Ah. Okay then, good for them, although I’m pretty concerned. Such a physically intensive activity can’t be good for the guy with a gaping hole in the chest and the troll who still must be half-starved. I won’t be surprised if these two just pass out and die anytime soon. I’m not entirely sure, but it seems things are awkward now between these two. Maybe it was all a spur-of-the-moment move.

You sit together on the hatch, like when you first met up days ago. Terezi crawls into your arms, and nuzzles right up against your chest so you have no choice but to hold on to her. You would have done it anyway if she asked, because you’re a total sap. The kind of guy who no doubt thinks banging a girl in a car is some deep, soul-shattering experience that bonds you for life. Yeah, John, you do think that. You think that you and Terezi are basically married now.

I can’t tell if he really thinks that or if Dirk’s funneling those thoughts into him. The line between what the character feels and what Dirk wants them to feel is pretty blurry by now.

After all this, Terezi gives up on looking for Vriska, so this is a prime moment for her to fly by and find them. She doesn’t, though, and John proposes Terezi to go home with him. Can they even go home? John is so tired it’s possible they can’t – which he really should have thought about before doing said physically intensive activity. Nobody to blame but yourself, John. Seriously, you have an open wound and bled like four liters of blood. You’re as good as dead.

He feels the urge to lie down and sleep, which is a pretty bad idea given the situation. Terezi rouses him up, so instead he decides to give this a try and zap back home. Hmmmm...if he’s so tired right now, it’s possible the act of zapping home will drain whatever energy he has left, so I’m not...very optimistic about John’s chances of survival. Would this count as a heroic death? Can you die from a heroic death if you die like two weeks after the offending injury is made? If he dies from exertion after having sex with Terezi that doesn’t count as a death because having sex with Terezi is neither heroic nor just, no? Oh well.

Back in the stadium, the inexistent assassination attempt may have given Karkaroni a push in the polls, and Dirk spends quite a while brandishing Jake like a piece of meat. Really, can he be treated as more than a flat character whose only non-flat trait is his posterior? Jake’s nervous and fidgets around, so much Dave and Karkaroni show concern and offer to cancel the speech and/or the campaign. It seems our favorite presidential troll still doesn’t like the idea of having leadership, he’s ready to throw the towel anytime. Jake insists he can do it, so he starts!

I don’t remember Dirk being so outright antagonistic in Homestuck. It’s making me pretty uncomfortable, I have to admit. It feels kind of out of nowhere, just like Jane’s sudden xenophobic inclinations are. What was Hussie thinking when he wrote all this? What was his intention?

Jake’s getting pretty nervous and I can’t tell if he’s getting stage fright or if Dirk’s influencing him to be nervous. The latter is a possibility, no? Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what’s going on.

Why don’t you have a good, long think about that, Jake.

Is this really the time for a good, long think? Jake muses to himself, actually putting a finger to his chin like some public domain clip art picture of a befuddled guy. If the crowd is confused by his rapid-cycle mood changes, they don’t show it. Jake’s got a bit of a day-drinking problem, which has been slavishly documented in the global tabloids. That’s how you avoid responsibility, isn’t it, Jake? You can fool your fans, but not yourself. The truth is that there’s a canniness to the act. It’s partially cultivated. You’re stupid, but you’re not nearly as stupid as you pretend to be.

JAKE: What in the devil was i thinking coming here?

JAKE: Why did I...?

JAKE: I came here to...

... slide the biggest knife any motherfucker ever wielded directly into your friend Jane Crocker’s back?

She loves you, Jake, more than anything, and you toyed with her heart. And you would have guiltlessly toyed with her “kettle drums” too had it not been for a bit of divine intervention, let’s decide to call it.

Sigh. That’s...that’s all I can do with all this. Sigh and keep reading. Third time I’m scrolling through the epilogue a tad faster than I should. It’s pretty much an entire page of gaslighting. Nothing really worth delving into, mainly because it’s pretty uncomfortable to read such a thing. Dirk’s being the abusive ex, pretty much. Nothing really worthwhile.

JAKE: I love dirk!

JAKE: IM IN *LOVE* WITH DIRK!!!

 And to love Dirk is to obey him.

You know, there are a few reasons why I’m thinking of liveblogging these epilogues. I’ll explain them later, but right now I may as well say a word of two: the epilogue is competently written. The events in it are interesting, and the interactions are raw and full of emotion. It’s all pretty unpleasant to read, which makes it a bit novel, like swallowing bitter medicine. It’s pretty good, in a technical way.

But it simply doesn’t work with Homestuck characters. It just doesn’t.

Anyway, let’s continue scrolling down to the end of the page and go to the next.

I was right in that zapping back to Earth C would take what was left of John’s energy. He barely can give three steps before he falls down, so it’s all up to Terezi now. She wants to bring John to Jane, so she can revive him. I don’t think she has revived him before, so it should be a good idea. It’d be better to bring Jane to John, though.

It doesn’t matter. This isn’t a wound you can recover from. It’s Game Over this time: no healing, no afterlife, no cosmic clock proclaiming your sacrifice as Heroic. The poison needling through you is antithetical to narrative relevance. You’re not dying, John. You’re being erased. Cherubs don’t fuck around. We’ve both been learning that the hard way.

Oh, nevermind, it’s something not even Jane with her life powers can fix. I wonder if, once John is erased, nobody will remember him. That’s what happens when there’s no place for you in a narrative, no? Hmmm...

John already know he’s irreversibly going to die, and tells Terezi not to waste her time, that he was dead the moment Lord English bit him. Which is true, given this poison. Then he says he was dead the moment he woke up that morning, which...I suppose is the depression talking.

You died the moment you made the decision to go meet your destiny. You would have lived if you made the other decision, under a certain definition of the word “living.” You might have even lived until the end of your immortal life span, as shitty as that sounds.

So he’d have lived for the rest of his life if he had decided to do nothing. Makes sense. This may have been for the better, given Lord English needed to be defeated, so it’s time well-spent. It’s rather unfortunate it involves John’s death, but...in a way I saw this coming. Pretty tragic outcome, and given this epilogue has been chock-filled with a lot of tragedy and pessimistic scenarios, it only made sense this would happen.

It’s dying words time! Terezi is really affected because she really cares for John, and also they had a ‘emotionally significant sexual encounter’, so she’s even willing to listen to all the sappy stuff John will say in his deathbed. This is bound to be rather emotional! And the fact he can’t even think of something appropriate to say in his final moments is what makes it emotional because this isn’t how he imagined this would go. He can’t even think of quotes from his movies. Terezi offers to tell everyone John Egbert said some cool stuff in his final moments and make everybody believe it somehow, so instead John goes straight towards the sappy and tragic. There he goes!

JOHN: i think... i really lo—

TEREZI: DONT YOU D4R3

JOHN: i... r-really lov—

TEREZI: DONT YOU D4R3 FUCK1NG D13 ON M3 1N TH3 M1DDL3 OF 4 LOV3 CONF3SS1ON!

TEREZI: 1 FORB1D 1T!!!

JOHN: but... i...

JOHN: i...

Then John dies in the middle of a love confession.

Love confession on the deathbed! It’s like this truly came from a movie, haha. Terezi is devastated, so much she can’t even bring herself to cry properly. Once she confirms he’s dead, she ponders what she should do now, alone in the world John wanted to bring her to. She doesn’t have anything else to do, so after a moment – and at Dirk’s behest – she takes John’s corpse in Dad Egbert’s wallet and starts walking.

It has been a month already. Jane won the election after what I figure was Jake’s endorsement speech for her, so that’s that. Terezi has been rather lost this whole month, and nobody has seen John Egbert – instead of saying he’s dead -- so I suppose she hasn’t told anyone he’s dead. Rose has been missing the entire time and Kanaya has been pushed around by Dirk’s machinations to keep him distracted while he keeps Rose locked away somewhere, both mentally and physically, I figure. All in all, it’s a pretty grim outlook for everybody in Homestuck. Also, Jade is still in coma. Terezi goes to visit her, perhaps to tell her what happened to John?

Dirk continues being so salty Roxy’s experimenting with her gender, apparently. Aren’t there a million other things to deal with, pal?

Roxy is very glad to see Terezi, and she takes Terezi thinking she’s Dave as a compliment. She also compliments Terezi, giving her some heartache because it makes her remember the time she spent with John. It may have been a few hours, apparently. Time works in mysterious ways up there in paradox space!

The reason Terezi is here is because she feels John would come here, and she’s right, I bet. John would want to check on Jade as much as he can, so now that she’s carrying John’s cadaver around, she feels she should handle this all herself. It’s also confirmed she hasn’t told anyone John is dead.

ROXY: back when jade first got all effed up callie saw somethin and it made them freak out

ROXY: it took me weeks to convince them that it was safe to come home

ROXY: but now we got the opposite problem and they arent leavin the house at all

ROXY: they stay home all day with the blinds drawn paintin some weird ass shit on the walls

TEREZI: WH4T?

ROXY: its not as bad as it sounds i promise

ROXY: some of it is like

ROXY: weird and violent??

ROXY: like lotsa nasty purple blood and um

ROXY: nudity????

TEREZI: >:?

ROXY: yeah yikes

ROXY: but MOST of it is cute stuff like... various combos of all of us being happy and gettin married and shit

ROXY: anyway thats kept callie kinda busy

ROXY: so it was hard as hell to convince them to let me come see jade at all

ROXY: its like theyre traumatized

ROXY: and they think ill drag whatever possessed jade back into our home with me

So the end result for Calliope is that she’s traumatized. Seeing a dead version of herself possessing Jade must have really rattled her. As I said, this is all pretty grim for everyone in Homestuck, goodness. Although...part of me wonders if her current state is partly because of Dirk’s influence. He’s petty enough to mess with the living Calliope’s head as a ‘take that’ for Dead Calliope.

Someone tries to contact Terezi through her phone, she’s not sure who it’d be. Perhaps Dirk? He did show a preference to sending messages to his former friends and acquaintances. As if things weren’t awkward enough for Terezi, she’s asked if she knows what happened to John. Terezi, you can’t keep this under wraps forever. Sooner or later you have to tell everyone John died because of injuries in Lord English’s fight.

It seems Terezi can hear Dirk perfectly even when he’s talking in the narration, I suppose it’s because of her aspect. Oh, be careful with the stuff you say, Dirk! She’s also willing to whisper stuff to address Dirk, even if it gets odd looks from other people. On the other hand, this kind of leaves her more vulnerable to Dirk’s machinations, no? Part of manipulating people is responding to what they say, so with some luck this won’t go belly-up.

Once the conversation is over Roxy leaves and Dirk exposits Terezi still feels guilty about hiding John’s death from everyone, and she can’t even confide in Dave because of mistakes she did as a teenager in another timeline. It’s the curse of having the Mind aspect, isn’t it? Knowing what the choices cause. All of Dirk’s exposition bothers Terezi enough for her to tell him to scram, and he refuses to do so.

Come on, Terezi. You don’t belong here. You know you don’t belong here.

Do you feel threatened by Terezi, Dirk? Is that why you’re trying to push her away? I don’t think Terezi has anything that could be particularly useful against Dirk’s plans, so I’m not sure why he’s bothering to mess with her like this. She even points out they barely have crossed words.

Okay, I believe he feels threatened by her in some manner because he tries to convince her to join him in...some place. More like he wants her out of Earth C. He even offers to let her take John with her, which is why I’m sure he made her pick up the corpse, so he could manipulate her by using John. He finally leaves her alone with her thoughts, sure he managed to convince her enough. We’ll see.

Stopping for now!

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