#mod papi

[heywoodvirgin]

[southconfessionpark]

imagine South Park episode where it was parody episode of "Popee the Performer" where Stephen Stotch is Popee,Butters Stotch is Kedamono and Linda Stotch is Papi.

[kirby-souljourney-au]

Idea: what if i make it so that, right before/during the events of the sequel to SJ, Ophanim and Ione adopt Papi.

MetaMorpho EX kid, with none of the other biological stuff involved!

[aceofwhump]

I watched Papi Chulo (with Matt Bomer as the main character) a few days ago for the first time, i don't know if you have seen it yet but if you don't i think you will enjoy

*Gasps* I have not see this but now I absolutely have to! I just googled it and the premise sounds good and obviously I love Matt Bomer. If you think I'll enjoy it, I trust you nonny! I'll put it on my list!

[escapetheslaughters]

(mod): we love the fact that Malware is tormenting Elara's Sun and Moon <3

Unhinged and violent Malware beloved <3

Oh I loved that I read it a bit

Get unhinged on me Papi Malware

@stormbreaker-290

Don't you fucking come at me I'm weak too and I'm sorry, Andromeda has a crush on Malware

[ticklishshenanigansau]

LaughterLand - Chapter 15: Affectionate

(story by Mod Secret, art by Mod Secret)

“Ah…. Ah-Ah-choo! Ah…choo!”

Two more weak sneezes burst out of Sans. They were no longer strong enough to push the cloud carriage along, which Sans was grateful for. The sensations of the Tickle Dust on his cheeks and inside his nose were finally starting to die down after what felt like about twenty minutes.

The Dust had also worn off on Papyrus’s back. It had gone away faster for him since he had been affected by it first. He gingerly rubbed Sans’s back as the exhausted skeleton let out another tiny sneeze.

“Ah…choo!”

It was so weak it could hardly even be called a sneeze. Sans fiercely rubbed at his nasal cavity. A cautious optimism starting to fill his chest as he was certain that he couldn’t feel anymore lingering tingles on his face or in his nose. He gave it a solid minute before he finally breathed out a steady sigh of relief.

“Are you alright, Sans?” Papyrus finally spoke.

While Sans was in the midst of his laughing-sneezing fit, the younger skeleton felt so useless not being able to help him. Even while still recovering from the Dust himself, Papyrus wanted so desperately to help give Sans the peace that his body was craving. But he could do little more than help his brother brush the dust from his cheeks and silently pray that the effects would wear off on their own, which thankfully they did.

“Y-Yeah,” Sans breathed, grateful to finally be able to take in a decent breath after so long. “Th-Thanks … Papyrus….”

Letting the fresh oxygen fill his body revealed a lot of sore spots, but it was also soothing in its own way. He took in several deep breaths, feeling each one heal him more than the last.

Papyrus offered Sans a weak smile, unable to hide the feelings of guilt in his eyes. Despite still blinking tears from his sockets, Sans noticed immediately.

"Bro…." His ragged voice was still wracked with heavy breathing. "You … okay...?"

Papyrus subtly shook his head as he glanced at the ground below them, unwilling to even try faking a smile anymore.

"Don't thank me, Sans…," he replied sadly. "I let you down."

"What?" Sans blinked in confusion, completely taken aback by his brother's response.

"Back there, when I tried to convince those fairies not to … eat us…," Papyrus explained glumly, hesitation filling his voice thinking back to that awful experience.

"Heh, it's hard coming up with an escape plan on the spot, isn't it?" Sans let out a weary chuckle. Despite his brother's attempt going horribly wrong, it was still endearing to watch him try and sell a cloud as a piece of food.

"It's just that…." Papyrus turned his sad eyes to look back into his brother's. "You're always coming up with plans on the spot, you're always trying to protect me. I guess … just this one time … I wanted to try and protect you."

"Aww, Papy…." Touched by his brother's words, Sans moved to put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He was halted as Papyrus turned away from him again.

"But it went wrong, it went unbelievably wrong!" Mild frustration colored Papyrus's tone as he continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to be the only one who has to save us, Sans. I don't want to make you feel like…," he trailed off as his tone grew soft again, "...like you're not doing well enough as a big brother."

Sans hung next to his brother in silence, unsure of what to say to offer any sort of comfort. With his mind at a loss for words, he resumed placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder, hoping that it would be enough to soothe his worries.

“But…,” Papyrus continued, voice soft with a tone of sadness. “If I can’t save you either … or worse, you end up getting hurt because of me….” Papyrus glanced just behind his brother. Sans knew he was referring to when the fairies had gone after his worst spot, and he felt responsible for it.

“Hey,” Sans interrupted him gently. “It wasn’t your fault, Pap.”

Sans moved to look Papyrus in the eyes, but Papyrus turned back towards the ground, obviously not believing in what he was saying.

“You tried, and … I know that wasn’t easy for you, bro,” Sans offered.

“I’m sorry, Sans,” Papyrus repeated. “I know I was tough on you because of your half-baked strategies, I honestly thought that I could do better.” He lightly scoffed at himself. “But it really is a lot harder than I thought it would be, and….” He looked back at Sans sympathetically. “I know that you were just trying to help.”

“Well, I think you did pretty good just thinking on your feet like that,” Sans replied with a small smile. Papyrus responded with an unamused look that caused Sans to snicker under his breath.

“No, seriously!” Sans continued, his grin widening to lighten the mood. “I mean really selling it back there by trying to scarf down a moving cloud? Talk about committing!”

Papyrus tried to snort back a chuckle, but Sans could tell that he was starting to give in to his attempt to clear the air.

“Heh heh, yes that was … most unpleasant.” Papyrus started to smile, lightly shivering upon remembering the bitter cold that engulfed his teeth from that cloud. He turned back to Sans with a raised eyebrow.

“Well what about you?” he commented, recalling that Sans had also tried a new technique to get them out of danger. “I never thought I’d see YOU trying to make friends with anyone here.”

“Heh, I guess that proves that you’re a lot better at it than I am,” Sans chuckled. “But … at least I tried.” He took in another deep breath, the oxygen filling his system feeling more refreshing than ever. Especially knowing that he and Papyrus were finally on good terms again.

“You did,” Papyrus agreed. “I am proud of you, Sans, thank you for trying.”

“I’m proud of you too, Pap,” Sans replied warmly.

The two skeletons smiled and embraced with a hug. They held on longer than expected, finally grateful to have a real moment of peace and understanding after being pursued and attacked for what felt like an eternity. Once they let go, they both let their arms dangle down, watching the colorful landscape pass below them.

Although they had reconciled, they knew that they were far from being out of trouble. Deep feelings of concern overtook them again as they gazed down at the uncertain danger that was LaughterLand.

“So…,” Papyrus said after a steady breath. “How are we going to get out of this place?”

Sans carefully looked ahead and behind them, making sure no new adversaries were sneaking up on them. Thankfully they were still alone in the sky save for the passing clouds. Though Sans wasn’t entirely convinced that the clouds weren’t also planning an ambush at this point. He turned to Papyrus, his head shaking with doubt.

“I have no clue,” he admitted. “This thing is supposed to be carrying us out of here, but after that last little encounter … it’d be stupid to assume that we can just keep floating along without running into something else.”

“Yeah,” Papyrus sighed worriedly. “We were lucky enough to run into one single creature out of a hundred that doesn’t want to feast on our laughter. I doubt we’re going to get that lucky again. So … making friends is definitely out.”

 “Yep,” Sans agreed. “I think it’s safe to assume that everything and everybody in this place just wants to t … tickle us.”

He hesitated upon saying that dreadful word. Even if it had happened to him a hundred times today, something about saying it out loud gave him a feeling of self-consciousness. Papyrus held back a snicker upon hearing Sans’s tone shift.

“You … don’t even like saying the word, do you?” he teased, a knowing grin growing on his face.

Sans felt a rush of warmth flooding into his cheeks. He blinked awkwardly, subconsciously trying to avoid eye contact with Papyrus. He silently hoped that he didn’t look as embarrassed as he felt. But according to the smirk he could feel radiating off of Papyrus, he wasn’t pulling it off like he had hoped.

“I, uh…,” Sans stammered, unsure of how to answer. He swallowed hard. “N-No, it’s fine,” he quickly lied, though even he was aware of how unconvincing he sounded.

“Oh, yeah?” Papyrus giggled, a mischievous grin decorating his face. “Then how come your face is turning bright blue?”

Sans instinctively reached behind him to pull his hood up over his face, forgetting that he no longer had his jacket wrapped around him. Growing increasingly more flustered, he physically turned away from Papyrus, refusing to look him in the eyes.

“Nah, you’re just imagining things bro.” He tried so hard to play it cool, unaware of just how much his blue blush was betraying him. “I think all of that t … tickling is starting to get to ya.”

He quietly cursed the hesitation that creeped back into his tone the second time. He never meant for it to sound so faltered, but it was as if his brain was subconsciously forbidding him to outright say it. As if saying it was an open invitation for whoever or whatever was nearby to attack him once again. He despised how vulnerable it made him feel, and Papyrus’s amused reaction was not helping him feel any better.

“Heh heh heh, I’m sorry, all that … WHAT is starting to get to me?” He smirked playfully.

“Hrnk!” Sans’s voice abruptly caught in his throat. He tried so hard to keep any more blush from spreading across his face. He shot Papyrus an unamused glare, his brother knew exactly what he was doing.

“Come on, bro,” Sans urged, trying to get him to drop it. Though he could feel a genuine excitement starting to build up within him as he observed his brother’s teasing grin.

“Whaaaat?” Papyrus asked, faking a tone of innocence. “If you can so confidently say it without blushing up a storm, then prove it.”

Papyrus faced Sans down, his arms crossed and a patronizing smile upon his face. Sans growled under his breath as he turned to look at his brother. He wanted so badly to look him right in the sockets and say it without any tone of hesitation or embarrassment. But it felt as though Papyrus were staring directly into his Soul with that knowing grin. Sans knew deep down in his non-existent gut that if he tried to say it, then he was in great danger of falling into a big blushing mess in front of his brother. He could feel his teeth start to tremble as his mind tried to force the word out without causing such a fuss.

“Can YOU say it?” he finally backpedaled, hoping that it would be enough to throw Papyrus off of his back. Papyrus’s smile dropped almost instantly. Sans noticed and continued on, feeling a small bit of his confidence returning.

“Can you say it without reacting?” Sans challenged.

For a moment, Papyrus’s glance tore away from Sans. He wasn’t yet blushing like the older skeleton, but it was clear that he didn’t want to answer right away. A smile started to form on Sans’s face, thinking that he managed to catch Papyrus off-guard — as well as get his own bony-butt out of trouble. However, it immediately dropped once Papyrus’s expression shifted to a calm demeanor.

“As a matter of fact, I can,” Papyrus replied bluntly.

Sans raised an eyebrow, examining Papyrus’s tone of voice and facial expression. He wasn’t buying it, Papyrus wasn’t even looking him in the eye. Sans was immediately convinced that his brother was bluffing, a grin formed upon deciding to call him out on it.

“Oh yeah?” he smirked. “Prove it.”

Papyrus’s eyes suddenly flew open, Sans’s grin grew wider. He knew it. Papyrus was just as susceptible to everything that cursed word implied as he was. But before he was able to rub it in his face, Papyrus suddenly looked at him with an expression of urgency.

Sans blinked in confusion before Papyrus motioned for him to come closer. They were already fairly close, being tied together at the hip. But Papyrus clearly wanted his brother to be close enough for him to whisper something in secret. The serious look in his eyes told Sans that the conversation involving the word had been dropped and Papyrus was now in serious mode. Sans cautiously moved the side of his face closer to Papyrus, almost afraid of what he had to say. His mind raced with the thought that perhaps Papyrus spotted another enemy closing in, or something worse. But as Sans came close enough for Papyrus to clearly whisper to him, he felt his brother smile again as the words came out of his mouth.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!”

“Papyrus!!”

Blue warmth immediately overcame Sans’s face, he could feel it all the way up to his sockets and even across his forehead. Papyrus laughed loudly watching his brother uncomfortably squirm and cover his bright blue face with his hands. Sans desperately wished that he could hide his face, he longed for the comfort of his jacket. Though he knew it would do little to shield him from the embarrassment of being so effortlessly flustered by his brother.

“That is … so cheap, bro!” Sans lamented, trying to rub the blush from his cheeks.

“Nyah hahahahaha! Oh my god, Sans!” Papyrus cackled. He ignored the fact that his ribs were still sore from laughing so much, in favor of enjoying what he had just subjected his brother to.

“You should see the look on your face! Hahahaha!” he joked. More laughter spilling out as he heard Sans’s disgruntled groan.

The breeze blowing them along through the air helped Sans’s face cool down enough to recover. Though embarrassment still plagued him as he continued to be taunted by Papyrus’s laughter. He tried to glare back at him. But Sans’s frown melted upon seeing Papyrus’s genuine happiness, even if it was at his own expense. Still, being the playful big brother that he was, he knew that this teasing disrespect for his ‘big-brother authority’ could not go unpunished.

“Okay,” he retorted. “Let’s see how you like it.”

Papyrus’s amused giggling abruptly stopped. He glanced down at Sans, a mix of excitement and panic spread across his face. He knew that intimidating look in his brother’s eye, it meant he was in for it.

“Uh … that’s not necessary brother,” Papyrus replied nervously. The mischievous expression on Sans’s face made Papyrus look around in a panic. Though he was unsure why, it wasn’t like he could run anywhere.

“Really, I don’t think—”

He was cut off as Sans pulled him into a headlock. For a moment Papyrus froze in horror, his Soul thumped as the anticipation consumed him within a fraction of a second. He knew what was coming, so why didn’t he try to fight or scramble away? He whimpered as Sans pulled his head close enough to whisper into his ear.

“Tickle tickle tickle tiiiickle!!”

“EEK!!”

Much like Sans, the overwhelming orange blush flooded onto Papyrus’s face. He cringed with embarrassment, finally making a real effort to squirm away. Sans held tight to his brother’s locked position, moving his face away to laugh loudly at his reaction.

"Ha ha ha ha!! Gotcha bro!" Sans chuckled.

Although he felt Papyrus struggling to pull away from him, a warm smile spread across his face as he held tighter. Papyrus may have been trying to get loose, but Sans could tell by the look on his face that he was also having fun.

"Sahahahans!!" Papyrus giggled, confirming Sans's suspicions. "Let go of meeee!! Heh heh heh heh!!"

The brothers slightly rocked through the air as Papyrus's feet kicked wildly behind them. Sans wasn't sure what came over him, but he decided to up the ante in his big-brother shenanigans. He reached over to give his brother a well-deserved skull-noogie!

"Aaaahahahaha!!" Papyrus shrieked, pulling harder against Sans's grip. "That's so mehehean!! Let go!!"

Despite all of his fighting and kicking, Papyrus couldn't stop himself from laughing … and honestly neither could Sans. These moments of shared sibling japery, we're exactly what the two of them needed to help them overcome this nightmare.

Though a refreshing feeling of amusement had taken over them, even Papyrus was starting to feel the strain on his neck from Sans's tight grip. But he was laughing too hard to convey his feelings of discomfort. Not that Sans would have listened, Papyrus knew when his brother was having too much fun to quit.

In the moment, both skeletons had completely forgotten where they were and what they had been through. They were in a moment of absolute merriment and mirth, with the feelings of fear and uncertainty involving this land were steadily melting away. So Papyrus didn't think anything of it as he reached both of his hands up to promptly scribble all over Sans's ribs in an effort to get his brother to release him.

"Gitchy! Gitchy! Gitchy! Gitchy!" Papyrus screeched out a fleeting tease.

"AAH!! Ahahahaha!! Brohohoho!!"

Sans erupted into a short burst of giggles that followed a yelp of surprise. He imitated the sound of a whine as he chuckled out his brother's name, releasing him and hugging onto his ribs to rub the tingling sensation out.

The laughter between them died down faster than expected as both brothers turned to look at each other. Their expressions immediately drained of joy upon realizing what Papyrus had just done. The younger skeleton immediately put his hands up to his mouth, quickly offering Sans an apologetic look.

"I-I'm sorry, Sans!" he stammered. "I just … I got too carried away."

He hoped with all his might that he hadn't pushed his brother back into a dark place. Though on the inside, he was cursing himself for being so thoughtless. Who cares if they were merely roughhousing like they used to? He KNEW his brother would not want to be tickled after all that had happened, and yet he did it anyways!

"I … uh…," Sans froze, unsure of what to say next.

He wasn't even certain of what kind of face he was giving Papyrus. All he knew was that one moment he was enjoying playing with his little brother, and then it was over. Papyrus's expression dropped from one of panicked concern, to a solemn sadness.

"I apologize," he said glumly. "You've … already been through so much today. I won't do that again." Papyrus turned his gaze away from Sans and back towards the ground.

"No, I…," Sans faltered. He didn't want Papyrus to feel bad, especially not for trying to have fun with him after going through so much. "I'm … sorry too." His tone was hollow as he too turned towards the ground.

Was he sorry though? He could never really be sorry for their playful little brawl, not after it had done so well in lifting their spirits. No, it wasn't that … it was that impromptu tickle attack. Surely after everything that had happened, after every time he had been held down against his will, every time he had been tickle-tortured way beyond the point of breaking … Sans thought that surely he could never even think about tickling ever again. Right? Was Papyrus out of line for even trying? Even just the tiniest poke should have sent Sans into a blind panic … but … it didn't.

As the two of them awkwardly dangled there in the silence, Sans came to realize just how disappointed he had felt for not being able to play with Papyrus again. He had been having such well-deserved fun bonding with him, that even the act of tickling didn't faze him like it had with all of the creatures that they had encountered in LaughterLand. As crazy as it was for him to admit, he wanted to get that playful energy back. More than that … he craved it.

But directly contradicting his feelings, was that of knowing how self-conscious he felt bringing it up. He didn’t want to outright tell Papyrus to keep playing with him, it was strange for even Sans to think about under these circumstances. He looked over at his brother’s guilt-ridden face. Somehow, he could just tell that Papyrus was thinking the same thing, that he, too, secretly wanted to continue this play-fighting. Sans glanced down towards his brother’s spine, coming to the conclusion that if he couldn’t talk about it freely, then perhaps he could draw it out of his brother.

Sans subtlety tucked one arm under the other, using his hidden arm he reached his hand over to abruptly jab his finger into Papyrus’s spine.

“EEP!”

Papyrus jolted, immediately snapping out of his depressive funk. His head snapped to the side to give his brother a look. Sans stared off into the opposite direction, totally faking a look of innocence. He gave Papyrus a sharp glance and immediately snorted back an amused chuckle at the sight of his brother’s perturbed expression.

Narrowing his eyes, Papyrus quickly took note of his brother’s mischief. As Sans continued looking off into space and trying to hide his laughter, Papyrus snuck his own hand over towards his brother’s side. Giving it that same teasing poke before turning around to fake his own innocence.

“HNK!!”

Sans lurched forwards upon the ticklish contact. Turning to see Papyrus’s own ‘guiltless’ expression told him that it was on. Quickly he repeated the action, poking Papyrus back and turning away before he could look at his brother, Papyrus responding in kind.

It went on for what felt like a good solid minute at least. Both brothers poking at each other and trying to get the other one to react, before turning to pretend they had nothing to do with it. After that bit of playful banter, Papyrus decided to trick Sans by catching him as he turned to give him another poke. Papyrus gave Sans's side another poke causing him to jump and giggle. But instead of turning to fake an innocent look again, he stayed to face his brother. Sans turned, thinking he was going to see Papyrus staring off into the distance again. But was instead greeted by his brother staring him directly in the face.

"GAH!" Sans jumped at the surprise, not realizing that Papyrus's fingers were still positioned at his side. Papyrus giggled deviously as he dug two fingers into Sans’s side, causing the older skeleton to flinch and snort. Papyrus pulled his hands back, laughing at Sans's ridiculous reaction. After fiercely rubbing the tingles out of his side, Sans shot Papyrus an evil glare.

"Oh, that is it!" he jeered. Sans shoved his wriggling fingers onto his brother's ribs, tickling him like crazy. Papyrus shrieked and immediately tried to squirm away from the attack.

"EEHEEHEEHEEK!! Oh nohohoho!! Nyahahahaha!!" He giggled, instinctively trying to push Sans's hands away.

Sans stopped, suddenly realizing what he was doing. He quickly backed his hands off of Papyrus, giving him a chance to breathe. As Papyrus began to calm down, Sans felt that same guilty pang of anxiety that Papyrus had experienced earlier.

"Oops…," he mumbled regretfully.

He could now understand why Papyrus had stopped when he did. As much joy as Papyrus's unbridled laughter brought him, he remembered just how much his brother had suffered at the hands of this place as well. It was one thing wanting Papyrus to play with him that way, but the last thing he wanted to do was overstep, knowing his brother had already been through enough.

"I'm sorry, Pap," Sans quietly apologized. "I guess … I got a little carried away there myself," he admitted, rubbing a hand behind his skull.

Papyrus, too, had mixed emotions about what had just happened. Their shared ticklishness had been the ultimate cause for their suffering since setting foot in this awful place. He couldn't understand why in their right mind they would actively pursue it with each other if it had brought them so much misery. Noticing the shame in his brother's eyes, Papyrus offered an idea that would possibly help to comfort him.

"Heh … this place is … really something, huh?" He half-chuckled.

It was enough to wipe the guilt from his brother's face as he nodded in agreement. Truthfully, it wasn't a bad idea to blame their sudden enthusiasm for tickling each other on this place. For all they knew something in the air could be messing with their minds and making them only THINK that it was something they wanted to do. It was a comfortable lie to hold onto for their own dignity's sake. Though they both were aware that it was still a lie nevertheless. Papyrus looked at Sans, who was staring back at the ground with his arms crossed.

He took in a deep breath. He knew that he was going to sound crazy for what he was about to say, but deep down he hoped it would help them both make sense of this strange phenomenon.

"No…," he quietly spoke, prompting Sans to look towards him again. "I…. I don't think it's this place," he confessed.

Sans could see the gears turning in his brother's head and offered him a supportive half-smile.

"Think it's us?" he suggested. Papyrus turned back to his brother. One look was enough to tell him that they were both on the same page.

"Well, it's just … I don't know…," Papyrus stammered, trying to find the right words. "It's … well it's just not very fun being … tickled against your will."

Papyrus felt his cheeks grow warm as he too hesitated upon saying the word. He chose to ignore the small snort that escaped from Sans's nasal cavity and continued on.

"Being tickled by … creatures, and scary plants, and other creepy crawlers that want to do us harm…." He spared Sans a sincere glance. "But … it's different when it's you," he proclaimed. Sans smiled back, encouraging Papyrus to keep going. "You're my brother, I love playing with you. I love TEASING you until you fall to pieces!"

He gave Sans a gentle elbow to the ribcage, drawing out a burst of jovial giggling from the older skeleton. He pulled back to continue explaining.

"But … I know you would never hurt me either, Sans."

Sans rubbed at his ribcage, still smiling at his brother. A mixture of pride and relief washed over him. Papyrus had pretty much laid everything that he had been feeling himself out on the table, and in a way that made them both feel normal and seen.

"Honestly," Sans replied gently. "I feel the same way. I know we've had the absolute DAYLIGHTS t … tickled out of us today…."

He paused, knowing that Papyrus's mischievous grin was beaming down on him with the sound of his tone shifting.

"Sh-Shut-up!" he quickly retorted, Papyrus stifled a giggle as he continued.

"But … it's almost therapeutic when it's with you," he admitted. "I don't know … it's like I can just let go and laugh … and not have to worry about it going too far." He shot Papyrus an impish grin. "Not to mention, you've got the most adorable baby-bones laugh anyone in the Underground has ever heard!"

With that, he grabbed onto Papyrus's ribs again, scribbling his fingers around and in-between them.

"Nyah!! Ahahahahaha!! H-Hehehey!!" Papyrus burst into laughter, playfully trying to push Sans away. "I-I do nahahahat!!" he argued through his laughter.

"Ohoho yes you do!" Sans teased as he caused Papyrus to squeal.

Papyrus retaliated by wriggling his fingers under Sans's neck with one hand, while the other one poked along his side.

"Ahahahaha!! Hey, you cheheheheater!!" Sans guffawed, struggling to keep his hands tickling at his brother's ribs.

The two of them dangled there as they continued attacking at each other's weak points, not aware of how much time had passed. All that they knew was that they were having fun, bonding, and consumed by a laughter that was drawn out of them, not by force, but by playfulness.

Sans, not having nearly as much energy as Papyrus, grew tired faster than he was expecting. He halted his attack on his brother in favor of holding onto his ribs in defense.

"Heeheeheeheehee!! N-No mohohore! I gihihive!!" He giggled as he felt Papyrus trying to dig inside his underarms. "You win!! Yohohou wihihin!!" His tone started to rise in pitch, but thankfully, Papyrus had stopped before it came close to sounding like legit panic.

"Yes! Victory for The Great Papyrus!!" Papyrus threw both fists up into the air in celebration.

Sans was almost tempted to give his underarms a retaliating poke. But he declined, instead focusing on this tremendous feeling of warmth rising in his chest. This was the first time in what felt like ages where his recovering inhales after a tickle attack didn't leave him completely sore and worn out. Instead, it felt comforting, relaxing even. He looked up at Papyrus's happy smile and could immediately tell that he was feeling the same way. They both needed this. Papyrus brought his arms down to wrap Sans in another warm hug.

"Heh, thanks bro." Sans sighed, feeling content.

Both brothers dangled their limbs over the passing landscape again. This time a feeling of warmth and satisfaction gathering in their bones. After a while, Sans noticed that Papyrus kept looking right behind them. He could tell that his brother was starting to feel antsy. Papyrus was not the type of skeleton to stay comfortably still in one place — or in this case, one position — for so long. Sans felt the weight of the web that was pulling them start to shift as Papyrus flipped onto his back.

"Pap?" Sans questioned as he noticed his brother gripping onto the rope with both of his hands. "What are you doing?"

"I have an idea," Papyrus replied, sounding confident.

Gripping on with both hands, Papyrus started climbing up the string of web, pulling the both of them up closer towards the cloud. Sans wasn't sure where Papyrus was going with this, and it was a little freaky to see him messing with what was already a safe and stable vehicle through the place. He just hoped that Papyrus wasn't going to accidentally send them tumbling down to the ground.

Papyrus grunted loudly as he continued to pull them up. He was obviously struggling with the weight of the both of them tied together. Sans didn't know how he could help aside from just trying not to make too much movement as they ascended.

"Sans!" Papyrus grunted. "You need to start exercising, Brother! You weigh a ton!"

An evil grin instantly spread across Sans's face, he almost burst with mischief.

This so wasn't the time or place.

That never stopped him before.

After all that brotherly bonding?

Did he dare?

"A … skele-ton?" he joked.

Papyrus stopped pulling to give his brother the most resentful expression he had ever seen.

Sans burst into laughter on the spot. He tried to calm himself enough to make sure he didn't wiggle too much. But that was the kind of reaction he had been hoping to get out of Papyrus for SO LONG!

"Sans, pleeeeeease!" Papyrus groaned.

"Aw, what's wrong, bro?" Sans continued teasing. "Tired of being strung along?" He burst into more laughter as Papyrus groaned even louder.

"Sans! You're not helping!" he griped as he continued to climb.

"What?" Sans stifled back a giggle. "Couldn't stand all that AIR on your DERRIÉRE?" He cackled so hard he threw his head back laughing.

Papyrus, utterly frustrated with his brother's childish jokes, whipped his head around to glare at him.

"Sans!" he snarled. "I'm about at the end of my rope with—" He gasped, hand immediately slapped over his mouth upon realizing what he just said.

Sans utterly lost it.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHO MY GAHAHAD PAP!!" he laughed so hard he started wheezing.

Papyrus continued to glare as he ignored his brother's patronizing laughter and kept climbing. Cheeks immediately flushed with orange.

Once Papyrus climbed up to where the web had lassoed the cloud, he reached his arms up to grip onto the makeshift carriage. He half-expected his arm to go completely through the cloud, but to his surprise, it was fluffy, cool to the touch, and totally solid. As if he had just grabbed onto the largest collection of cotton balls. Grunting and straining, he pulled himself as well as Sans up to the top of the cloud carriage.

It was amazing, not only with how comfortable it felt, but just how it was so easily able to hold both skeletons from both ends of its structure. The brothers sat side by side, it was nice to be able to face forward to see where they were going for once. Despite how dangerous they knew LaughterLand to be, something about looking at it from so high up in the air was almost soothing. Like the brothers could finally take a break from worrying about the chaos that was sure to find them one way or another, and really enjoy the strange and vibrant colors that decorated all that was below them. It was somehow scary, and beautiful, and intimidating, and breathtaking all at once.

"Sans…," Papyrus finally spoke.

"Yeah, bro?"

"Whatever happens here…," he slightly faltered. A small expression of anxiety colored his tone. "Just … don't let it mess up our brotherly bonding … okay?"

Sans gave Papyrus a soft smile, putting his arm around him in a half-hug.

"No problem, bro"

"You promise?" Papyrus leaned his skull on top of his brother's.

"I promise," Sans replied adamantly. "And you know that I don't make promises lightly." Papyrus scoffed, pulling back to give Sans a knowing smirk.

"Heh, yeah I know…. You still haven't picked up your sock."

Sans paused, he turned to offer his brother a sheepish grin, but Papyrus wasn't having it. Sans knew there was only one way to get his hide out of trouble.

"...hey look! A spine!"

Sans dove for his brother's spine, tickling and teasing it mercilessly. Papyrus shrieked, but immediately retaliated by diving for his brother's underarms. They floated along laughing and teasing each other across the vast and unknown landscape that was LaughterLand.

***

Back at the lab, Gaster was rummaging through every book he had on his shelf. There wasn't a single solitary cure for this kind of thing that he could find, and he was starting to grow desperate. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice the two unconscious skeletons slightly moving their hands towards each other.

Somehow, beyond their trance, Sans and Papyrus found each other. Their hands locked together, silently comforting the other one and letting them know they weren't alone.

[crowandmousewritingco]

Pre-Breakfast Treat

Pairing: sub!Javi Gutierrez x trans!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: P (for porn)

Author: Mod Crow

Author's Note: It's been one hell of a long day

Masterlist

Warnings: Language, use of pet names (daddy, puppy (in English and Spanish). MDNI 18+

Rolling over, you reach out, throwing your arm over the now empty spot. Peeling your eyes open, you scan the bed, looking for Javi. After scanning your bedroom, you noticed a lack of him around. But then you noticed the smell of coffee and something sweet, a baked good maybe. Then there was a new smell, one that you recognized anywhere, hot chocolate. Smiling softly, you stretched, shaking slightly as a yawn tore through your body. 

Throwing your legs over the edge of the bed, you rub your eyes, sighing softly as you roll your head, in an attempt to pop your neck. When nothing popped, you pushed yourself up off the bed. Heading for the cracked bedroom door, without paying much mind, you snagged a discarded shirt off the floor and slid it on. The familiar scent hitting your nose with a soothing sensation. Walking down the relatively quiet hall, the smell of the breakfast awaiting you, growing stronger, making your stomach growl. 

Once you reached the top of the rather grand stairs, you could faintly hear Javi, softly humming a song you didn’t recognize. Tiptoeing down the stairs, you listened to Javi hum. It wasn’t till you reached the bottom of the steps, that you realized that the humming wasn’t actually humming, Javi was singing softly to himself. Rounding the wall to the kitchen you stop and quietly watch him, the way he sways softly to the song he’s singing to himself.

“Bésame, bésame mucho. Como si fuera esta noche la última vez. Bésame mucho. Que tengo miedo perderte, perderte otra vez.” As Javi came to a stop in his singing, you watched him turn around with two mugs of what looked like hot chocolate. Hearing the soft thud of the mugs being sat down, you smile softly. 

“Well buenos días, to you handsome. What were you singing just now? I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.” Your voice startled him just enough to make him jump slightly. Walking into the kitchen, you look over the small assortment of foods; most of which were fresh fruits. 

“Buenos días. You can’t go around scaring me like that, you’re going para matarme un día de estos amor.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at Javi’s words. Over the five years of knowing each other and two of dating, you had picked up a lot of Spanish from listening, the other bits you learned through learning the language. “That song, my mom used to sing it while she cleaned around nuestra casa. It’s this vieja canción called “Bésame Mucho” by Consuelo Velázquez.” You could see Javi’s crooked smile grow across his face. That simple thing, making you smile as well. 

“I can’t say I’ve heard that one, you’ll have to show it to me sometime Jav.” Your eyes drifted from his, down his bare chest, till they refocused on the tray that he had been putting together. “Oh! Whatcha make?” Your eyes scan over the foods, only two of which you could put a name to. The hot chocolate and the churros. “I thought churros were a snack like dessert food. Were you just craving something sweet?” You look back to Javi’s, a soft smirk growing on your face as you rounded the island counter corner. Standing next to him, you pressed into his slightly taller frame, arms snaking around his waist. 

“You know, if you wanted something sweet, you could have had breakfast in bed.” You look up at him. You could see the confusion wash over his face though it was short lived. You watched as his tanned face grew redder and redder. Pulling away from Javi’s waist, you rested your hands on your hips.

“Aww is mi dulce cachorrito, all flustered?” You teased as you gently grabbed a hold of Javi’s chin, thumb resting just below his lips. 

“I-I wanted to do something agradable para su papi.” The smirk growing more devilish after Javi said that one pet name. 

“What you did is super nice mi cachorrito. So I think a certain puppy deserves a treat.” Sliding your hand up Javi’s jaw, you dip your thumb under his chin, running it gently down his throat. Once your hand came to a stop, fingers resting behind Javi’s ear with your thumb resting on his sideburn, you asked. “What do you think? Should you get a treat?” Without opening his mouth, Javi hummed a ‘yes’ and gently nodded as well. 

“Okay cachorrito, I know just what treat you should get.” Taking your hand from Javi’s face, you drop it, grabbing his hand. Intertwining your fingers together, you gently pulled him behind you to the living room. Once in the living room, you led Javi to the couch where you gently pushed him onto it. Javi obediently fell onto the cushions gazing up at you with curiosity. Standing in front of Javi, you gazed down at him. You reached out to him, raking your fingers through his soft hair.  The attention making Javi hum out happily. 

“What is mi presente papi?” Javi asked, staring up at you with his sweet brown eyes. You could see the hints of excitement evident on his soft features. 

“It’s a little…think of it as a little appetizer.” Retracting your hand from Javi’s hair, you reached for the hem of the shirt. Pulling it off teasingly slow, you sway your hips slightly, humming absentmindedly. Tossing the clothing aside, you reached for the hems of your boxers. Shimming out of the material, you look back to Javi, who was now sitting almost in awe, an evident tent growing his own boxers. 

“Aww does my cachorrito need help with something?” Watching Javi nod eagerly made you reach out and comb your fingers through his hair soothingly. “Okay cachorrito, are you ready for your caramelo?” You keep combing through his hair, stopping at the back of head giving it a soft scratch. 

“Sí, por favor papi.” Javi pleaded softly. You couldn’t help but smirk. You had Javi right where you liked him. Brian in such a state of need that he could no longer coherently translate so he wasn’t even trying. 

“Okay, slide off the couch onto your knees for me.” Maintaining eye contact, you watched as Javi obediently did exactly as you said. “Good boy. Now, let me see that pretty tongue of yours.” From your position you see Javi palming himself through his boxers. Tsking him, you stop your combing at the back of his head, you grip a fist of his hair, causing him to gasp out moan. 

“Puppy…You forgot to ask for permission. I don’t think you deserve your treat anymore.” You watched his hand shoot away from his leaking cock and tuck both hands behind his back.

“¡No! Por favor. I-I’m sorry, please don’t. Seré un buen chico, lo prometo.” Not only could you hear him beg, you could practically see the begging on his face.

“Okay baby, but you’re not allowed to touch yourself. Understood?” You tighten your fingers  on Javi's hair for a moment before loosening your grip. 

“Sí.” You felt Javi nod his head fervently, despite the hold you had on it.

“Okay, but there is no second chance after this baby. If it happens again then you know what your punishment is.” You felt him nod again, this time, it was slow and lethargic. “Let me see that pretty tongue again, cachorrito.” Javi instantly obeyed your demand, earning a soft hum of approval. 

Letting go of Javi’s hair, you cup the back of his head. Propping you right foot up on the couch, you -kind of awkwardly- move yourself just a bit closer. Now standing over him with a foot on the couch behind him, you gently pull his head closer to your pulsing dick and needy hole. Feeling the pad of his tongue press against you causes you to relax and groan out happily. You start with gentle grinding at first, but your need for more friction quickly takes over your actions. Looking up, you drop your head back as you moan out an expletive. Hearing your response, you hear Javi groan. Gripping the back of Javi’s head, you press yourself against his mouth harder, speeding up your grinding. 

“Fuck cachorrito, your tongue feels so good. If you can make daddy cum without using those wonderful hands of yours,” Your sentence getting cut off but a moaned curse, “I might let you cum dentro de mí.” Lifting your head, you look down at Javi again. Nodding against you, you feel his nose nudging your dick every so often. Gripping his hair -and with a loud moan from the man beneath you- you raise his head just enough so that his nose was practically rubbing your dick. Feeling that all too familiar knot in the pit of your belly growing tighter, you essentially bury his face. 

“Fuck baby boy, I-I’m gonna…ah…I’m gonna-” Before you could finish your words, you feel the knot in your stomach snap, causing your grinding to turn into jerky thrusts. Shooting your head back and eyes squeezed shut, you moan out Javi’s name. Riding your high out on Javi’s tongue, you feel yourself come back to after what felt like an eternity. The first thing you noticed were the moans and whines from the man below you. 

Opening your eyes, you blink a few times, willing your eyes to focus on something. Once focused you look down to Javi, his eyes squeezed shut. Pulling away from his face, his eyes lull open. Dropping your eyes from his euphoric painted face, you look to the new dark spot that has formed. Taking your foot off the couch, you crouch next to Javi while combing through his hair. 

Now at eye level with Javi, you watch his eyes lazily follow you down, the blissed out face relaxing into a tired smile. Smiling back, you dig his hands out from behind his back and help him to his feet. Pulling off his soiled bottoms, you gently guide him to sit on the couch. Planting a soft kiss on the top of his head, you toss the clothes towards the hall that leads to the laundry room. Turning your attention back to Javi, you brush the hair from his face and take a moment to caress his wet cheek. 

“I’ll be right back baby.” Planting one more kiss to his forehead, you turn your attention towards the kitchen. Making your way back to the kitchen, you brighten the light in the living room using the light dimming slide. Stepping into the kitchen you grab a dish towel, you turn toward the small sink that’s hidden away on the inside counter of the island and turn the sink on. Sticking a finger under the falling water, you play around with the knob for a second, finding the perfect temperature. Once finding an acceptable temperature, you soak a corner of the towel. Turning off the knob, you squeeze out the excess water, shaking your hand slightly, getting rid of the dripping water from your hand.

Making your way back to the living room, you grab the tray that Javi had put together for the two of you. Humming the song you had heard him singing earlier, you set the tray on the low sitting coffee table. Cleaning off your hand first, you look at Javi, who has now made himself comfortable, cuddled up with the plush blank that he insisted on keeping on the couch. Chuckling, you make your way so that you can sit next to him. Sitting next to him, you gently reach out and tilt his head so that he is now looking at you.

“Hi baby, let's get you cleaned up yeah?” Feeling him nod slightly against your hand, you smile. Uncrumpling the corner of the rag, you bring it to Javi's face, gently wiping it clean. Folding the corner in on itself you take your hand from his face and pull the blanket down just enough to see his softening cock. Gently taking it in your hand, you feel him jerk with a gasp. Shushing him softly, you quickly -but gently- cleaned him off. Once clean, you toss the wrap towards the clothes you had discarded earlier. 

Gently sitting next to him, you grab the tray and snuggle up against him, resting the tray on your legs. Lifting your arm, you let Javi get comfortable again. Looking at him you couldn’t help but smile; pressing your lips to his forehead, leaving your lips pressed to his forehead for a moment you hum softly before pulling away. 

“I know you meant for us to eat this while fresh, but I know it will still taste amazon bcause you made it.” With you free hand, you pick up a slice of honeydew. Taking a bite you hum in pleasure. “So I recognize the churros and th ehot chocolate, what this other thing?” Taking another bite of the melon you watch him grab the small fried pucks, he offers it to you.

“Yes, this would have been better warm, but it is still good. It wass how mi madre used to make her after mass chorizo and cuajada empanada.” Nodding softly, you open your mouth, allowing him to press the mini empanada to your tongue. Pulling his finger from your mouth, Javi gives you a big smile on his face, dimple and all. Closing your mouth you bite through the still mostly crunchy shell, as the mingled flavors spill into your mouth, you taste it. Resting you head back you hum loud.

“Javi, these are amazing.” Lifting your head you look at Javi, swallowing the on ehad given you. Sitting your melon slice back on the tray, you grab another mini empanada. “Thank you for doing all of this,” You gesture to the food. “For me.” You lean and give him a quick peck on the cheek before popping the small crispy food into your mouth. Hearing him chuckle, you look at him. “What’s so funny?” You playfully pout, chewing the food. 

“I Just thought os something. If you and mi abuela Claudia, she would have loved you.” Hearing him say that makes your smile grow.

“Yeah? You think so?”Swallowing, you grab one of the small glasses of of what looked like orange juice, and brought it to your lips, tilting it to take a drink. Swallowing down the liquid, you notice that it wasn���r orange juice, it was mango juice. “I like the mango juice it’s different.” You press another kiss to Javi’s forehead.

“Sí, abula Claudia loved everyone like her own. She didn’t care who you were, where you came from, or the social group you came from. She was everyone’s abula.” Nodding you turn your head and rest your head on his.

“She sounded wonderful.” You speak in a hushed tone.

“She was.” Javi matched your tone, hand now resting on yours. 

Taking a slow deep breath, you slowly exhale. Relax into the couch and Javi’s steadily raisind and fall chest. Once content and comfortable you cleared your throat.

“So tell me about the churros. I thought those were a sweet treat like food.” Your request making Javi laugh. Laughing yourself, you nudge him playfully. “Hey laughing isn’t funny.” You squeeze Javi into your side for a moment before loosening your hold on him. 

“Normally yes, but these are different. But that’s all I’ll say, try on.” Reaching up he grabs one and dipps it into the hot chocolate. Pulling the churro out, you notice that the hot chocolate is thicker than you were expecting. “The hot chocolate is called, champurrado. It’s thicken hot chocolate.” Bring it closer to your face, you chuckle before take a bite. 

“Holy shit baby. I didn’t know your family was full of chiefs.” You joke, making him laugh. 

“What can I say? I like being full of surprises. Now shush, eat.” Javi nudged you back, making you laugh a bit louder. Playfully raising your hand in surrender, you sigh dramatically.

“Okay party pooper.” Laughing together once more, you sigh before digging into the breakfast.

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[nitearmorweek]

As everyone gets to work preparing for NiteArmor Week, the mods wanted to encourage people to bring their own lived experiences into their creations. You are welcome to write and draw mandalorians in a way that reflects your own life and culture; Bo-Katan and the Armorer do not have to physically resemble their live action counterparts.

For those who may need a little help or are looking for new resources, we have gathered a small list of guides. Some of the below sources came from @lavenderursa's collection of inclusive writing tips. The mods recommend reading through the original post they worked hard to put together! The hope of this new post is to build out their post to include a few more elements specific to Star Wars.

Writing Resources Collectives and authors who have published tips and guides on writing stories that center diverse experiences:

Writing With Color

The History of Black Hair [Words to Describe Hair]

A Guide to Natural Black Hair

How To Write About Trans People

A Primer on Writing Trans Characters

The Do’s and Don’ts of Writing Transgender Characters

Important Tips on Making/Writing Asian OCs

Dear Non-Asian Writer

How to Avoid Asian Stereotypes, Appropriation, and White Washing

​Tips for Inclusivity with Reader Inserts

A Guide to Writing Disabled Characters

A general cane guide for writers and artists (from a cane user, writer, and artist!)

Creating authentic deaf and hard of hearing characters

Art Tips Helpful information on how to draw different body types, skin tones, and hair:

Basic Skin Tone Coloring [part 2]

Kupa's Guide to Skintones

A Guide to Drawing South Asian Skin Tones [part 2]

Protocols When Drawing Native American Hair

A guide to designing wheelchair using characters! [part 2]

Whitewashing in Art and How Colors Work

​How to Draw Disabled People

Drawing East Asian Faces

Plus Size Body Types

POC Blush tones

Afro, 4C hair

Image References Websites that offer images that can be licensed for use and/or inspiration. The below three are highly recommended resources, but some do have a cost:

createHERstock - Your destination for authentic stock images featuring melanated women

Nappy co - Beautiful photos of Black and Brown people, for free

Eye for Ebony - Beautiful lifestyle stock photos featuring people of color

Affect The Verb - This is a disability-led effort to provide free & inclusive stock images from our own perspective, with photos and illustrations celebrating disabled Black, Indigenous, people of color (BIPOC).

Pixerf - Asia's fastest-growing Asian stock photo market place

Disability: In - Disability Inclusive Stock Photography

Disability is Beautiful - The best free stock images provided by the disability community.

Cosplayers Artists and content creators that have posted amazing Star Wars cosplay! Their hard work and attention to detail in costuming is a wonderful source of inspiration and reference. If you are inspired by any of their photos, please make sure to credit them and send your love. Here are just three examples of cosplayers within the fandom:

Jahara Jayde | twitter | ko-fi

arseniccupcakes | twitter | patreon

cutiepiesensei | twitter | instagram

Further Reading Additional articles, studies, and analyses that discuss racism and ableism within the Star Wars fandom specifically:

Racism In Star Wars: A List of Resources

Star Wars Franchise: Stitch's Media Mix Analyst

Star Wars: A Tale of Racism

Disability In Star Wars

Blind Warriors, Supercrips, and Techno-Marvels: Challenging Depictions of Disability in Star Wars

What's the Problem, Papi?: Internet Daddy-ism and Coddling, Fetishization, and what "Latino-looking" actually means.

Sinophobia in SW Animation

Thank you for making it to the end of this post! Please do not consider this a definitive list or a replacement for anti-racist work in the real world. Keep reading, stay curious, and seek out new perspectives from voices you may not have been listening for.

Do you have any additional recommendations, sources, or guides to share? Feel free to drop them in the comments of this post ❤️

[cl4rrydr34mznsfw]

Aye papi 😼

Idk mad mod's old form is so fine 😫

[ichabod-crane]

Intro to blog

Hello/Hola I’m a long time lurker but full time professional yapper, so here is the start of my blog to talk about everything I like (mostly Black Butler)

•NOT SPOILER FREE

•Feel free to call my Bella

•I am the main mod of the subreddit r/blackbutler (insert TikTok heh emoji) my user name is Bellastellaella with the user flare saying “papi’s doormat” (yes papi would be undertaker) 99.9% of the time, I’m the mod you will see as I’m always in peoples comments yapping

•Any questions about the subreddit, please DM me here or on discord: @.umbella. (please not on Reddit, my notifications are messed up there)

•My favorite animes are Black Butler, Demon Slayer, and Re-Zero (but mainly Black Butler)

•I love all of Black Butler’s Grim Reapers (mainly Sascha and Undertaker)

•O.Ciel is my favorite non-grim reaper character

•I loudly and proudly like to hate on Sebastian

•Will sometimes post pictures of dolls (mine or other people’s to promote)

•Feel free to ever DM me any questions or yapping material, I encourage it:)

[minusgangtime]

I shall share a bunch of RP ideas-upgrades that I had to think of during my muse run-)

1. The mushroom kingdom saga

Pretty simple,just a arc based on a bunch of Mario games,the basic summery being everyone taking a vacation in the mushroom kingdom the main games I’ll focus on in this arc will be,Mario 3D world,Mario wonder,super Mario odyssey,super Mario RPG and the Mario and Luigi series.

2. The goosebumps saga

Based on the film and book series. This arc centers around everyone going to investigate a “haunted” town for no other reason than boyfriend logic-they were bored-it premieres with the plot of the film with stine and Megan finding a escaped slappy and not knowing the context they decide to take him in and care for him. However he did not reciprocate their kindness as after earning everyone’s trust,he betrays them,releasing his monster friends. This is also where the whole monster ritual comes in hand as he curses the gang with this ritual and eventually the feeling sprunki guys as they traveled over cause of a panicked call from shelby. For the rest it will be loosely based on the books,since I haven’t read most of them I’ll simply take the plot and see what I can do,and it will end based on the dead of night goosebumps game where Shelby’s trapped in a typewriter thanks to slappy and the gang must find all the pages of slappys book in R.L stines old house to trap slappy and break the spell while his “friends” lurk around.

3. Minus gang unleashed

For this idea I decided to change herb to the other minus gang members who WERENT lycanthrofied,the reason? I think it was more fitting plus,the gang get to travel the world together and beat up bad guys-what’s not to love :3

4. Fungles little nightmare

For the little nightmares RP I changed midnight to fungle,for one,to have a newbie have a adventure for once,and two,the whole hungry angle fits much better with him,as he is a imposter :3

5. The jumanji trilogy

I’ve had this idea for YEARS where it’s basically just the jumanji movies but with the gang,for the 1st and second ands only Shelby and the homies and by the 3rd one then GF and pico get involved-

In this specific picture,after shelby got trapped in the game,beta was about to immediately roll but was swarmed by bats,undoing his hair and covering him in bruises. MB and blue immediately chase them off him and beta in a panic and in tears,tell them what happened,and to ensure their friend gets out ok,they join the game,after all,it’s easier to get a 5 or a 8 with 3 people :3

6.the prodigy

Pretty simple,just all the kiddos going through the story of prodigy,a educational game from my childhood that I wanna adapt :3

7.Olympics

Again,very simple,based on the Mario and Sonic at the Olympic Games everyone gets invited to the Olympics to try them out, I wanna include everyone in this silly idea and I do mean everyone,the gang,the crew,the OG trio the two sprunki pals and my own version of the Abgernys

And here you have mi-mi cheering on her papi after the 100 miles :D

-mod Shelby

(Yippee :3)

[best-kirby-character-tournament]

Bonus Poll! Matchups that Almost Happened Edition 3!

Meta Knight (Kirby's Adventure/Kirby: Nightmare in Dream Land) vs. Papi (Kirby of the Stars: Meta Knight and the Knight of the Underworld)

Theme/wiki:

Meta Knight

Papi

This does not affect the tournament! The "Matchups that Almost Happened" Bonus Polls have a somewhat explanatory name, they're matchups that mod noticed during the bracket-making/editing process that mod changed later on in an attempt to make other matchups fairer :3

This Matchup would've happened in: Season 2

[nrc-confessions]

WEED MOD IS PAPI FROM BEVERLY HILLS CHIHUAHUA

You guys can’t keep guessing my secret identity omg…

[heidi-137]

Eternel recommencement...

Quelle aubaine, ce nouveau blog et l'histoire qui recommence, c'était la meilleure chose à faire. J'ai, définitivement, enlevé un mod qui impliquait tous les Sims. Pour la santé de mon jeu, un redémarrage était obligé.

On va bien faire les choses cette fois, d'abord, on va présenter les huit Sims principaux :

Ethan et Enael, mes Sims depuis le début du jeu Sims4. J'ai le jeu complet, eux et moi, on a découvert tout ensemble pendant ces 10 ans.

Un peu d'histoire d'eux :

Ethan et Enael, leurs 3 enfants… Ethan et Enael ont été élevés dans la sagesse par le gardien du monde Magique Eneas. Ils ont été ensuite mis en pension chez des humains pour une immersion dans le monde réel…

Ce qu'Eneas n'avait pas prévu, c'est que l'amitié profonde d'Enael et Ethan se muerait en amour à l'âge de l'adolescence… Les années passèrent et ils continuèrent à semer la sagesse autour d'eux. L'expérience de la vie en immersion les a rendu très forts et sereins. Ils ont fait des études comme tout un chacun et terminé avec distinction les cycles universitaires. Maintenant, Eneas a pris une retraite bien méritée et a confié les clés du royaume à Ethan et Enael. Ils continuent à prendre soin des occultes et à maintenir la paix entre les communautés humaines et occultes. Comme chacun le sait, le monde magique a été détruit par la haine et Eneas a banni la haine avec force, sa quête n'était pas vaine et pour la continuer, il avait choisi ses élus. Maintenant, il sait que le Royaume magique est entre de bonnes mains. Ethan et Enael ont 3 enfants qui seront formés aussi au cas où pour reprendre les clés s'ils leur arrivaient quelque chose …

Greg Eon :

Greg Eon est le grand-père d'Ethan …

Apparence et Thématique :

Armure de Chevalier : Utilise des éléments de personnalisation pour créer une armure qui semble ancienne et usée, peut-être avec des motifs ou des symboles qui évoquent l'époque médiévale. Pense à des couleurs ternies par le temps, comme un métal rouillé ou des éclats d'argent terni.

Loup-Garou Permanent :

Puisque sa transformation en loup-garou est permanente, tu pourrais lui ajouter des traits physiques comme des yeux brillants, une fourrure sur certaines parties de l'armure, ou même des crocs et des griffes visibles.

Traits de Personnalité :

Maladroit : ce trait peut amener des moments comiques ou des défis dans le jeu. Il pourrait trébucher sur son épée, renverser des objets ou avoir du mal à interagir avec des technologies modernes, ce qui alimente l'idée qu'il vient d'une autre époque.

Curieux : sa curiosité naturelle pourrait le pousser à explorer chaque recoin du monde de Sims, interagir avec les Sims modernes, et peut-être même essayer de comprendre ou d'utiliser des appareils contemporains de façon hilarante ou inappropriée.

Fond et Histoire :

Origine d'un Autre Temps : peut-être qu'il a été transporté dans le monde moderne par une malédiction ou un portail temporel. Cela pourrait être une intrigue où il cherche un moyen de retourner à son époque ou de briser la malédiction de sa transformation permanente.

Adaptation au Monde Moderne :

Sa maladresse et sa curiosité pourraient être des mécanismes pour montrer comment il s'adapte ou échoue à s'adapter à la vie contemporaine, créant des situations comiques ou touchantes.

Interactions Sociales :

Avec d'autres Sims, il pourrait être vu comme une figure mythique ou un étranger fascinant, menant à des dialogues uniques où il explique son passé ou s'étonne des nouveautés du présent.

Activités et Quêtes :

Tu pourrais créer des défis où Greg doit prouver sa valeur en tant que chevalier, protéger des Sims d'ennemis imaginaires, ou résoudre des énigmes qui mêlent magie ancienne et technologie moderne.

Papi Noël :

Il est un frère adoptif de Greg Eon et grand oncle d'Ethan.

Pehlam le père de Greg Eon l'aurait retrouvé en péril dans le grand froid lors d'une livraison de jouets avec le Père Noël. Il l'aurait soigné et adopté. Le Père Noël, dont on ne sait pas quel rôle il a pour Papi Noël n'avait jamais cherché à le retrouver. C'est le meilleur ami de Greg Eon, son confident et complice.

Faolon et Cléophée :

Deux bambins éternels, petits vampires et petits loups, génétiques de leurs pères. Ils sont les enfant biologiques d'Etha et Enael.

Lancelot, le fils aîné d'Ethan et Enael :

Lors d'une expédition dans la jungle, Ethan et Eneal ont trouvé un petit garçon seul errant dans la jungle. Ils ont fait des recherches et n'ont trouvé aucune trace de parents vivants. Ils l'ont adopté et maintenant, il est leur fils, un merveilleux fils qui aiment son petit frère Faolan et sa petit soeur Cléophée.

J'ai une famille Sims merveilleuse, des occultes, mon jeu est à 100% occulte cartoon, j'aime rire et mes personnages m'offrent du bonheur au quotidien.

J'ai oublié de vous dire que j'ai 20350 heures de jeu Sims4, on pourrait dire une addicte ? Non, juste une grand amoureuse de ce jeu fabuleux !

Merci d'être passé par ici et bon retour dans votre dimension…

[lalalovezfrenchfriez]

Flyin Frydays

authors note: sorry for last week, it's been a sorta crazy few days!! I hope again you all like this part? idk, this is an important part of the story, and while a little troublesome to write, I got thru it :3 love y'all!

My brother, JD, is in his car, a Toyota Corolla. It’s a sleek gray with some nice mods on it, a huge exhaust, a battery for speed, and some luminescent buttons. JD got it when he was 16, and Papi had been building the car for ages for him. He nicknames it, stupidly, the Yum Bug, since he uses it around LA for his munchie ass adventures.

In the passenger seat is Emi, with his dealer Brian Welter and Elliot Pabalan in the back seats. Elliot is JD’s companion in finishing Brian’s infamous Canned Cannabis Joints. This is where Brian rolls a fat ass j about the size of a soda can. Or so he claims. I’ve never seen it before. I’ve only seen JD passed out at 10 even though he works out at that time. I drew on his face.

Emi waves to me. “Hey girlie!”

I wave back, my tears hidden behind the fog as I step in. “It reeks,” I say as I inhale more of my cig and puff out. 

“Really Manzanita?” JD lowers his radio thats blaring some 2pac as he stares at me. “You know the rules, Manz,”

I offer the cigarette to him with a grin.

He takes it and throws it out the window. “¡Puta- this car is holy! None of your stupid tobacco shit better be in here!”

“¡Pendejo I never got to fuckin’ finish!” I shout back as he shoots off into the night. 

Brian is sitting in the middle, being the skinniest, and Elliot is behind JD, cramped with his football abled body.

Emi tickles my knee as she applies a perfect black lipstick to her lips. It really matches her eyes. “So, how’s your her-mana Laura?” It’s really cute how Emi tries to pronounce Spanish. She talks too much like a gringa for it. I take her hand and tickle it back. She squeals.

“Laura is fine, got her all dolled up for a frat. She should call later.“

JD nods, “Bueno bueno! I like to hear that.”

Elliot is drinking water, probably already high. “Hey I heard you got dumped.”

Now, I usually don’t mind if Laura asks me. She’s my friend who I barely see; She wouldn’t know. But Elliot, as I know, is a chismoso. 

Brian looks over, and he cuts the conversation. That’s why I like him. Brian never likes gossip. “What? Humped? No no- this is the Dumb smoke! This maria-juanita is going to get you dumb as fuck! I dunno if I got enough for a CCJ bro, but I know it’s definitely enough for us.” I poke Brian a little. He gives me a soft smile while he looks at Elliot.

I never really grew up liking Elliot, he always seemed to like me, and JD of course knew. It’s not that he’s bad or anything, just annoying. Even after I came out Elliot seemed to think maybe it’s just a phase, like Emi being goth. But now she’s attending community college with her dark hair that’s fried with pinks and purples, pale legs covered with fishnets and her eyes darkened with heavy eyeliner. Elliot is hilarious if he thinks I’ll stop loving girls because he just plays football at San Diego State.

Elliot tries to say something to get back to the topic, but Emi butts in, “Guys, should we try to get Río on weed?”

It’s not like I never liked it, in fact I first smoked with JD. But I just felt too weird, too quiet- I felt almost ravenous when I saw bread. I nearly broke into Mamí’s bakery to eat the conchas y paletas, but Brian and JD stopped me. 

“As long as we get food in Chinatown, I don’t give a shit.” I shrug.

“You sure they’re gonna be cool with us?” Elliot asks.

The whole car shifts, uncomfortably. 

Maybe I am a hater, maybe I am just annoyed because he tried to bring up my ex a second ago, minutes after I told my first love that I never want to see her again. But Elliot has to stop ruining the moment. 

But we all had felt it. The potential racism, judgement and even deadly stares we all could face when we enter the bridge to Chinatown.

JD proudly exclaims, “Who gives a shit?! Brian?!”

Brian is rolling the joint, and I watch as he licks the joint closed. “Not me brah.”

“Emi?”

Emi smirks as she looks behind to me, “Nothing scares me!” I laugh, knowing she almost pissed herself to get the courage and compliment her now boyfriend’s mohawk.

“Manza?!” JD screams. I didn’t even realize, but the speed of the car has increased. He has a great grin, revealing the canines he used to hate in middle school. His jaw is sharp with a tensed look, and his dirty eyes are gleaming. He’s high. I smile. My heart is beating fast. “!Jorge, ya no tango miedo a la muerte!”

“THEN LET’S GO—!”

JD never finishes his sentence. I turn and everything flashes like pictures in my mind. It’s a lime green car that rams into Emi’s side. Her frizzed hair blocks JD’s view and he turns the wheel towards the car. The car finishes going in front of us. Brian flies a bit out of his seat, going unconscious. Cannabis flies everywhere. Elliot smashes his nose against the headrest behind JD. I can’t breathe. I can’t hear. I also fly forward. My right side of my face smashes against the headrest. In my last few moments of consciousness, I see a red painted Emi. JD’s body is mangled. I feel upside down. Elliot is shouting my name. Brian is trying to crawl to me. I can’t feel anything. I feel trapped.

I don’t know what happens. I just let go. I just mumble my brother’s name. I think of Mama, Papi. I think I see Abuelo Oso. He looks the same as he always does. He smiles at me. “Mija? Por que estas aqui? Levante...No llore…”

“RIO!”

I pass out.

[lithominium]

Plane related. Have you seen the flightsim that was modded to make the display/sink rate announcer Boykisser? (Idk much about planes but it looked like they were gonna crash) https://old.reddit.com/r/19684/comments/18x5kg2/sink_rule/

yeah i saw this, idk why it was dispalying so much "HEY THERES PROBLEMS" looked like a fine approach to me, albeit a bit Low, as seen by the "papi"s on the side (3 red, 1 white)