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[maykenin]

this lovin' i have for you, it'll never change

title inspo age ain't nothing but a number by aaliyah

18+ MDNI. (perverted) dbf!leon x afab!reader, age gap (reader is 21+ leon is 38), cunnilingus, deepthroating, choking/gagging, semi public sex, dirty talking, praising, reader has a father // wc;1.3k tags: @kennedyswhore (this was a reupload btw hehehe)

a/n: YEOWCH this whole thing has been eating my brain so either enjoy or watch as my parental issues worsen. btw this isn't proofread NOR has it been beta'd so enjoy the work i create out of sleep deprivation.

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You were at a bar nearby for your dad's daily work discussions— or whatever they were. For the boredom of it, you understood why they'd hold such meetings in places suited to give them a sense of boost in attitude, simply put, coping for the long, tedious hours.

You were bored out of your brains, not even in the mood to drink so you'd just stroll around the bar hoping to find some form of entertainment. Darkness overtakes the room, a gold light in each corner guiding you through each creaking tile.

Your eyes immediately turned to the pool table, you felt more confident than any other time, to know that the bar wasn't as crowded as you'd typically expect it to be. 'Why not go for a round?' You let the question linger before you grabbed a cue stick leaning against the mosaic tiles.

Preparations were done, you had yourself set behind the balk, arching around the edge of the table like a cat, you shut an eye to sharpen your precision, "Here, you have to pinch your thumb against your hands." A familiar voice hit your ears.

Slowly, you turned your head around to find Leon, his eyes were focused on the cue ball, his hand wrapped on top of yours, body pitted against yours before he let the stick hit it, strike. "Good girl, knew you were a fast learner." He coaxed, ruffling your hair, almost leaving it a nest-like mess. "Mr Kennedy— I didn't know you were here!" You replied shyly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. "Came here on my own, aren't you too young to even be here?" He raised an eyebrow, handing the cue stick right back to you.

"Dad's right there, he's busy with whatever," You rolled your eyes playfully upon turning your head back at your dad, who'd been oblivious to Leon's presence. "Same as ever." Leon chuckled to himself, head faced down before his eyes pierced yours.

"Up for a new round? Or do you wanna.. finish this up?" He asked, finger circling around the billiard table, indicating to pick up where you left off. "Practice round, how's that sound?" He asked, a faint smirk painted on his face. "Yeah, yeah. Let's do that." You nodded in regards to his proposal.

"So you know to hold it like that.." He mumbled, body encasing you as his hand tugged on yours, letting him arch over you, letting himself feel you. A part of you didn't want to let this minute crush intensify and worsen what little feelings you've had for him. He's your dad's friend, for fuck's sake. You shouldn't even have your mind reeling over this. You shook your head lightly to shake the feeling off, focusing on the game. But how could you? When someone this fucking hot is right behind you, guiding you. Praising you. Strike. "What a smart girl you are, I might have to reward you for this later." He winked before heading back to his table for a brief moment, gulping his beer down, you observed as his adam's apple bobbing over the drink, watching intently as a drop of beer fell past his chiseled jaw, sharp enough to cut, followed with his stubble trailing past his neckline.

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Bending you over the sink, he whispers into your ear. "Your reward for winning earlier, and mine for teaching you." He grinned against your cheek, you could read onto it despite shutting your eyes closed. Gripping onto the shallow porcelain well was your only task.

Now that you know you have even scores to settle out, Leon starts, hands gliding under your skirt before the index and middle wandered through the now wet gusset of your panties. "Christ, didn't even do anything." He muttered under his breath. "Don't worry, 'm gonna take good care of you." Both pads of his fingers ran through your clothed cunt, rubbing it up and down before tugging onto your underwear. Unbothered and horny, Leon just let your panties sit on the side of your swollen cunt, throbbing and aching 'specially for Leon.

"Just gotta let me do all the work, 'kay?" He mumbled into your ear, a hand on your ass, dropping down to your cunt, stretching your pussy lips with his thumb. Getting on one knee, his tongue broad as he licked a long strip against your slick covered folds, darting his tongue in you, thrusting repeatedly as you struggled to hold yourself together. "Love tonguefucking this sweet pussy," He chuckled against your cunt before sucking your clit, tongue swirling routinely. Before you knew it, your orgasm came crashing. Your body was out of your own control, a hand tugging on his scalp, pulling him closer and closer in until you couldn't feel yourself. Moans and whimpers soft as you'd attempt to stifle them by burying your face deep into your forearm before briefly letting go.

It wasn't long before your body was craving Leon again, you'd long forgotten about why you were even here in the first place. "We don't have all day, sweetheart, 'fraid daddy might come in here looking for ya'." His words drove you to drop to your knees, hands lazily finding his zipper, undoing it before both hands pinched either side of both his jeans and boxers, letting it drop to his ankles.

You marveled at the sight that was Leon's cock, throbbing and engorged, waiting for you eagerly. Slowly, you pull the foreskin back, your tongue circled around his slit, laced with precum; taking him in gradually. Tutting, he mutters to himself, "This won't do," intertwining his fingers around your hair, thrusting you in with force, back and forth while you choke and gag over his size, eyes bulging as tears ran past your lashline. "Such a tight throat for me too," He groaned, "Gonna keep training this throatpussy, get her to take it over and over, even if she can't." He sputtered before a loud moan overtakes his words. "Oh, fuck, fuck, take it," He growls, pulling you in, nose against his pubes, filling your throat full of his cum, sticky and hot against your insides, he pulls back after a while. "Open." He instructs, you comply hesitantly, mouth agape, filled with his mess. You decide to fuck around, pouting your lips as you spit some of his cum out, letting it bubble around your lips, a sight straight out a porno at best. "Swallow." He concludes by pulling his hand away from your now tangled hair. You do as you're told, looking into him your messy state was rather enticing. It's been far too long since he's done something like this, with someone like you. "Clever girl, always attentive, obedient. Can't wait to find you again, fuck you like this, even if your daddy's here— can't resist a tight girl like you, makes me wonder if your pussy's just as tight." He muses. You're supposed to find his words wrong, but if anything; it just gets you all the more wet, you kept quiet rather than let your mind speak. "You'd let me do that, wouldn't you? Oh, sure you would; you were made for me to fuck." He snickers.

"Would love to fuck you, really would, but I wouldn't wanna wear my little girl down now, would I?" He murmurs, arms crossed as he leaned against the cramped bathroom walls, watching you fix yourself from the mirror. "Wanna taste those sweet tits too, bet those nipples are hard," He teases, his words weren't exactly false, too. "Mr Kennedy!" You yelped softly, "Don't mind me, sweetheart, there's only so much I can say about such a sweet thing like you." He replies, rubbing his hand across his stubble back and forth.

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You were absolutely afraid, hoping your dad hadn't run around looking for you, or even worse, left thinking you hitched a ride back home. Leon assures you just from the look on his face, pushing the bathroom door open before slowly walking out as if you were in a horror movie, you took a sharp right only to find your dad, still in chatterbox mode with his friends. "Still up for round two? I always have my mind set on things," He grins, watching the dumbfounded look on your face as you'd been worrying over nothing.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Aaaah I see we are talking about Vikings. I like it .

I am still very interested in Loki meeting Harald and /or Rollo.

The headcanon about Rollo was wild. I like it.

Also….what is all this teasing with the Harald’s pictures. Mean woman.

Haha I just felt like bugging you hehehe. Anyway idk if this is what you wanted but....

Midgard

You haven't seen it in centuries

Not since your death

An end that saw you to a new beginning

Nothing more glorious than your mortality

Another term of dredgery

Even if your master is a god

The trickster of the bunch, the cruelest in your eye

He is not kind or patient

He demands and your eternal duty is to obey

So it is that follow him down to your former home

You do not miss the winters now that you taste them again

Loki walks ahead of you

Even afoot, he wears his status proudly

A trek that has you worn and wrought

Though he is unbothered by the distance

You know better than to ask why he's come so far

Another of his tricks no doubt

So long as you no their target, you will not protest

He summons a grand tent to sleep

You remain without, keeping watching through the darkness

Morning comes and you're off again

This time, with a mount beneath him though you stay afoot

His robes are untouched by the wilderness or the whipping salt of the coast

Your skin is raw and cracking

How is it you still feel as a mortal would

You stop again, this time he listens to the winds, holding a finger out to measure them

You don't question him, you never would dare

His jade eyes glimmer over you as he snaps the reins

The horse trots forward and you trail after

Over the ridge and down a hill, into a valley where men sharpen swords and boil stew in metal helms

He is undeterred as they stand to greet him on guard

As if they can sense his unearthly countenance, they let him pass

They do not see you behind him, can they?

He approaches the tent at the centre

He does not request entrance, rather he pulls back the thick flap and enters

You slip in behind him, the tent scented with heavy spices and smoke

There's a man there, binding his fur boots with strips of hide

The ink on his face sets a contrast to his bright eyes as he looks to his visitor

He stands, his hand on his hilt

"Did you not pray for me? Yet you would greet me with steel?" Loki challenges, his words flicking from his snakish tongue

"I pray to the norns, to valhalla, and the warriors," the man argues, "you look as none."

Loki scoffs, slithering around the tent.

The man's eyes fall upon you, the first to do so

You watch your master, ignoring his attention

"I know Valhalla, I know war, and I know you, Harald Finehair," Loki taunts, "and I know this place... this basin in which you've raised camp. What is it you Midgardians call it?"

"The Snake's Nest," the man, called Harald, turns his sights on the god.

"And do you know what we call it? My brothers, my father, and blessed Freya?"

"You are not--"

"What is it you prayed for, Finehair? A princess so fair," Loki interrupts, "to ease your sorrows and your loneliness."

"How..." the man gulps, and looks at you again, "you cannot be... you've brought her to me?"

Loki snickers, as he does when his brother has fallen prey to one of his traps, "she is a thrall. I should pity if you would believe her a princess."

You don't react. You are what he says.

"Which are you? Thor? Balder? Should not Freya balance the scales of love?"

Another crowing cackle from your master.

"I am the one who heard you, what should it matter?"

Harald, of the finehair, drags his hand from the hilt.

"What sacrifice do you require?" He asks.

Loki laughs once more, the seal on this man's fate.

[opie-nixx]

You're not Illiterate. (CHAP. 10)

Lenny: "When we doin some readin?" Lenny practically prances over to Sean with a cup of coffee

Sean: "Not now Lenny, please. I've almost got it anyhow."

Lenny: "I told ya I'd have you readin. Okay, now come on, I can't do it if you won't let me try." He argues. Arthur and I watching from afar.

Sean: "Look, what's the point of readin anyhow? Just puts silly idea's in me head.

Lenny: "Exactly, that's the point of readin."

Sean: "Another day, please." Sean looks down, sharpening his knife.

Lenny: "Fine, but you can't avoid avoid me forever." Lenny walks off. I've seen this go on for weeks while Arthur has been healing. I push myself up.

Arthur: "What are you doin?" He chuckles watching me walk off.

Y/n: "He's gonna learn." I march my way and hop up on the table next to Sean.

Y/n: "Why you givin him a hard time?"

Sean: "Readin's stupid." He mutters out. I light up a ciggerate and take a small puff.

Y/n: "You know, I hate doing math. In fact I suck at it." I chuckle.

Y/n: "Learning new thing's can be a pain in the ass for you to understand especially when you feel like an idiot for not knowing what everyone else does." I take another drag.

Sean: "Why you tellin me this?" He sighs.

Y/n: "You're not alone when it comes to this shit, in fact you have more people here than I did learning. I promise you no-one is gonna make fun of you for not knowing a word. We have all stuttered on a word or mispronounced it." He looks at me and I give him a small smile holding out the ciggerete for him to take. He takes it while giving a long sigh.

Sean: "Foine, I'll learn how to read." I giggle.

Y/n: "Fuck yeah. You irish bastard. LENNY! Get back here with that book!" I yell over to him, hopping off that table. I take my place next to Arthur.

Arthur: "Ain't you Miss Encouragement." He says sarcastically.

Y/n: "Life is hard and depressing enough, why not live a little?" I retort.

Arthur: "I guess." He pulls me closer and plants a kiss to my cheek. His beard scratching my face. I turn to him.

Y/n: "You need a trim, my good sir." I giggle running my hands through his long hair.

Arthur: "You don't like it?" He gives his beard a stroke.

Y/n: "I have nothing but adoration for how you present yourself. But give the beard a trim....and keep the hair." I give him a peck.

Arthur: "I know this is off the subject..but..uh..How old are you?" He kinda whispers.

Y/n: "Oh? I guess you don't know much about me?" I chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck.

'I know you though.'

I can feel Arthur's gaze on me. I lightly blush as I turn to look at him.

Y/n: "20...I'm 20." Arthur's color drains from his face as he begins to choke on air. I can't help but hold my stomach while I laugh my ass off.

Arthur: "You screwin with me, woman!?" He mutters out taking a few deep breaths.

Y/n: "No, I'm very serious." I wipe the tears from my eyes.

Arthur: "I'm 36."

Y/n: "Niiice...heheh."

Arthur: "I gotta head out into town to help Micah and Bill with somethin. Possible job." He says standing up putting his hat back on.

Y/n: "Mmmkay. I come with."

Arthur: "I really would prefer it if you stay here."

Y/n: "I'd prefer it if you didn't argue with me." I make my way towards my horse. Arthur behind me.

Sean: "Wait for me. I'll ride wit ya's." He says standing up and practically running away from Lenny. My eye's widen with fear a bit as I watch Sean.

Arthur: "You okay darlin?" He asks putting his hands on my hips and giving me a concerned look.

Y/n: "Yeah.." I snap myself out of it and flash him a smile before putting my foot in the stirrups and climbing up. Arthur shares another concerned look.

Arthur: "You can talk to me ya know."

Y/n: "I know that, darlin." I lean down and give him a peck.

Sean: "Can we get goin? I don't want to watch you two weirdo's suck faces any longer."

Arthur: "Shut up." He grumbles before mounting his own horse.

The ride was filled with Sean talking about his pa which I understood why they all wanted him to shut up about it. He just goes on and on and some of his words I don't even think it was english. It was like his own word with his thick irish accent. I'll admit it was funny but I was worried about him dying. I was going to do anything I could to keep him alive.

'You're a good person.' I smile to myself.

Arriving in Rhodes made me feel like I was working in a saw mill from all the dust I was inhaling. We all hitch on the side of the bank where we saw Micah and Bill.

Micah: "We been waiting for you, Arthur."

Arthur: "Well, I’m sorry to have kept you."

Micah: "Come on. Let’s get going." We all trail behind him as we begin making our way to the saloon.

Arthur: "What's the plan?"

Micah: "We’re meeting a couple of the Grays over at the saloon. They spoke to Bill about a job… needing security." I pull out my carbine and eye the rooftops.

Arthur: "After the farce of stealing the horses for them, why we doing this?" They begin to bicker with eachother. I completely ignore them until we come to a pause.

Arthur: "This don't feel right." He snarls. I see a man on the rooftop of the Sheriff's office. As if time slowed yet again I immediately drop my gun and tackle Sean. I hear the man fire and a burning sensation in my shoulder. I let go of Sean and grab my shoulder. I scream at the top of my lungs. Micah glancing at me and then shooting the man on the roof and the one's around. Micah, Bill and Arthur all take cover as Sean drags me to cover. The sound of guns firing and bullets flying surround the whole town.

Arthur: "Y/n! You okay!?" I try to keep pressure on the bullet wound and look everywhere.

Sean: "She's foine! She's just bleeding bad!" He stands up from his cover and fires away with his shotgun before returning to look at me.

Sean: "You look sick." He leans me forward and I groan in pain as I grit my teeth.

Sean: "We have a problem! The bullet is still in her shoulder!" Arthur screams out a few curses as he goes awall shooting most of the bastards in the head.

Bill: "You bastards will have it now!" He laughs.

Y/n: "I..I don't feel so good." I slouch over and up chuck everything that was in my stomach. Sean rubs my back and moves my hair out of the way.

Sean: "It's okay, we're almost done here." He says reassuringly. A ringing fills my ears as I begin to cough up the dust from town. My sight going hazy.

Y/n: "I'm so glad you're okay." I smile as I fade out of consciousness.

Arthur: "You...idiot Bill!" I feel myself get ripped up off the ground bridlestyle. I scream again in pain. The smell of campfire fills my nostrils and I part my eye's a bit and notice Arthur is carrying me hauling ass across town.

Y/n: "This fucking hurts, Arthur."

Bill: "She needs a doctor!"

Sean: "There's 1 we passed walking down."

Micah: "Do we really have the time?"

Sean: "Oi! That ain't a question!" He snaps.

Arthur: "Shut up Micah!" My head lolls back as I struggle to keep them open. I hear a loud bang.

Sean: "You! Help her!"

Bill: "She lost a lot of blood and the bullet is still stuck in her shoulder." I feel myself get set on a chair. Then I hear a man take cautious footsteps towards me.

Arthur: "Don't try nothin funny or this will be the end of your petty life." He threatens. I feel my shoulder begin to ache as I take deeper breaths to try and soothe my wound. I grunt.

Doctor: "Shit! I'm gonna have to pull it out now and stitch her up fast." He stutters out in fear.

Arthur: "Do it, God Dammit!" He shouts. My eyes shoot open as I hear the man grab his utensils. My heart begins to race even harder. I whip out my knife as he the doctor comes at me with clamps. The doctor flinches. Micah and Arthur rush me slamming me back in the chair as Micah tries to pry the knife out of my hand.

Arthur: "Jesus woman!"

Sean: "He's tryna help yew!" Tears brim my eyes from the pain as my breath becomes labored. Arthur hold my body against the chair as Sean holds my legs in place as I began to thrash them around. Arthur puts his forearm in my mouth.

Arthur: "Bite me if you have to, this is gonna hurt baby." The doctore hesitates before digging the clamps into my shoulder. I scream into Arthur's jacket as I clench down. Arthur grunts in displeasure. Hot tears rush down my face as I feel more of my blood ooze out and a stinging ache in my arm. Suddenly I feel the bullet be grabbed and ripped from me. A stream of blood shoots out from where the wound was.

Doctor: "Cover her wound and keep pressure!" He gets up and runs to the back of his office as Bill keeps a gun on him. I whimper and cry as Arthur slowly removes his arm and gives me reassuring words and giving me kisses. The doctor reappears with a health cure and gauze.

Sean: "Yew did so good, Y/n." Bill even grunts in approval.

The doctor removes Arthur's other hand. He pours the health cure in the wound making me hiss in displeasure. He takes a clean cloth and wipes out the wound, patting it dry. He applies an ointment in the wound.

Doctor: "I need her shirt off so I can wrap it." He stutters nervously avoiding eye contact with us. Micah, Bill and Sean all slowly look at Arthur. He grunts as he begins to untie my corset.

Arthur: "Look away you bastards." Sean moves himself from my lower half with a deep blush as he turns around as do Micah and Bill. Arthur swiftly pulls my knife out and cuts the laces on my shirt and corset, my breasts falling out and my nipples hardening from the cool air. My breathing becoming more steady. The doctor pulls out a syringe filled with some sort of liquid.

Doctor: "This will help with the pain and help her get some sleep." He injects it into my vein in the arm I was shot in and then begins to wrap my shoulder as Arthur rubs my head. Once he finishes Arthur takes his jacket off and helps me slide my arm's through it.

Arthur: "Let's get you home." He buttons it as he helps me make our exit, the other's close behind.

Micah: "You tell anyone about this we come back for you." He says threateningly keeping a gun on him. Arthur lifts me up on his saddle and mounts behind me. I lean back into Arthur's chest. He wraps 1 arm around me while taking the reins in the other. He calls for my horse to follow. He gives me a kiss on my neck while whispering gentle words in my ear.

Arthur: "You did so good for me, girl." I would be lying if I said I wasn't getting a bit of pleasure from hearing him say that to me. I chuckle dryly.

Y/n: "I love you." I drawl out. He plants another on my neck before whispering.

Arthur: "I love you too." He whispers lowly. I begin to fall asleep and I hear him whisper shout at Bill and they all begin to argue.

I awaken to Arthur gently coaxing me awake.

Arthur: "We're here beautiful." I open my eyes and lazily look around. The swamp muggy air bringing back some moisture into my lungs. I feel Arthur slide off and I let my body slide down into his arms. He walks me back to his tent.

Dutch: "What happened?" Arthur gives him a menacing glare.

Arthur: "That whole damn thing was a setup. Sean would've been killed if she didn't take the bullet."

Dutch takes a glance at me and apologizes. Arthur waves him off as we walk into his tent. I hear some tense hushed mumbling.

Y/n: "Please be nice. It's not his fault." I sit on his cot.

Arthur: "He's a fool." He grumbles sitting with me.

Y/n: "Please?"

Arthur: "Fine."

Y/n: "I love you." I say.

Arthur: "I love you too." I lean over to him and slowly lean in and plant my lips on his. Arthur pulls me into his lap without breaking the kiss. My breath hitches from this.

Arthur: "Easy, girl. We don't wanna hurt your shoulder now." He whispers out a smile on his face. I glare into his blue eyes. I shove him back into his wagon wall. A small slam emitting from that action. He chuckles. I begin to undo his belt buckle and pants as I smash my lips onto his. He holds his hand up at either side of me unsure of what to do with them. I grasp his cock in my hand and stroke his tip with my thumb. He grunts into the kiss. He tries to take over dominance, but I bite his lip.

Arthur: "Jesus!" He chuckles. I pant.

Y/n: "Stay." I stand up and unbutton his coat and take off my own gun belt and pants. His eyes watching my every move. I see his member begin to pulse. My eye's flick between his own eye's which held nothing but love and lust and his cock which had to be an impressive girthy 6 inches. I climb back on top of him and he places his hands on either side of my hips. I position myself at his tip. He moans.

'Not so fast cowboy.' I rub my wet clit all over his tip. He tightens his grip into my hips.

Arthur: "Please, baby." He begs. I slowly slide down on his tip and bounce just on that little bit. He only takes so much before he pulls me down on his length. I yipe from the shock of taking it all in so suddenly. He takes 1 hand off my hip and over my mouth. I moan into his hand and place my hand on his shoulders as I begin to bounce and grind on his member.

Arthur: "Y-y/n." He moans out. His hand falls from my mouth and right back to my hip.

Y/n: "Daddy." I moan out.

Arthur: "Say it again." He drawls out. I feel that same knot form in the pit of my stomach.

Y/n: "What?"

Arthur: "Call me daddy." He demands softly. I feel that knot slowly untie as I begin to grind on his cock.

Y/n: "Daddy, shit!" I whisper shout as I bury my head into his shoulder. I feel my pussy begin to throb as it releases every bit of it's juices all over him. I begin to slow down.

Arthur: "Oh, no you don't." He quickly lays me down on the bed and begins to thrust hard and fast. I begin to mewl from the  stimulation.

Arthur: "I'm almost there, darlin." He grunts out eyes flicking between me and my breasts that bounced with every thrust.

Y/n: "Arthur, you're so good." Both our eyes meet as I feel him to pick up his pace nearing his end. I feel another knot form and untie as he pulls himself out and cums all over my chest. I flick my eyes to him and to his cum. He stands up and grabs his coat and wipes me off. I try to regain my breathing, while he crawls right next to me giving me the most innocent look.

Arthur: "I didn't hurt ya, did I." I shake my head and crawl into his chest. I fall asleep to his heartbeat as he plays with my hair.

[the-red-company-if]

What would an ideal day off look like for each character if it's not too much? 😅

Liran: An ideal day off for Liran would undoubtedly be one spent around those he cherishes. It might begin with a leisurely breakfast with Seraphina. Later, he enjoys a calm, peaceful day, often reading or engaging in light, playful training with fellow Red Company members. As the evening rolls in, a hearty meal with the whole Company, and later stargazing alone or with MC, would be the perfect way to end the day.

Makena: For Makena, an ideal day off would be a balanced blend of solitary and social activities. The day would start with her tending to her beloved garden, hands covered in soil as she takes care of her plants. In the evening, she heads to the local tavern ‚Shivering Shandy‘, enjoying the spirited music and the infectious energy. Dancing to the rhythm, singing her heart out, being one with the crowd — this is her perfect escape.

R: R would start the day with an intense workout or a long ride on their horse. Not many people like to associate with R, so R would probably spend the day pursuing individual activities, two of their favourite activities is either to join underground fighting or to undertake a challenging hunt and they will only return when they captured their prey, either way, losing is not an option. The evening might see them at a quiet corner of a tavern, enjoying a meal and a drink on their own.

Ghost: Ghost's ideal day off is spent chasing pleasure in all its forms. A late morning start with an extravagant breakfast will start the day. Then they spend the afternoon lounging in a bathhouse, indulging in relaxing massages, and visiting stalls for some shopping. In the evening, they'd go to a tavern to dance, and flirt. When they have enough, they'd go home with someone from the tavern or go to a pleasure house, seeking their favourite kind of pleasure~

Joryn: Joryn's ideal day off involves some quality time with friends, their crew or a current lover. A day spent on the deck of a ship or in their favourite tavern ‚The Tipsy Mermaid‘, a bottle of good rum, good company, card games (only with bettings involved of course) would be their idea of perfect relaxation. Joryn is a social creature and enjoys the company of others in the streets and in the sheets.*hehehe*

Rothar: Rothar's ideal day off is still a structured one. They spend time maintaining their equipment, studying new combat techniques, or meticulously planning for future endeavors. However, they would also set aside some precious time for their child, cherishing those moments the most out of their day. Even on their days off, Rothar finds satisfaction in a job well done and in the simplicity of familial bonds.

Cassius: An ideal day off for Cassius involves spending time with MC, taking a break from his leadership responsibilities to just be a father. Whatever MC wants do to, he’s down for it.

Callista: Callista hates days off, ‚relaxing’ isn’t really in her vocabulary, as she often doesn’t know what to do with herself when she isn’t needed. She will often go patrolling anyway, do a small assignment or just sharpen her weapons. On rare occasions she will join Amahle on her outings.

Varian: Varian would likely use his day off to catch up on sleep often outside, in a quiet, shady spot under a tree. Do not disturb him.

Amahle: Amahle's ideal day off involves taking a break from the kitchen to enjoy some of her favorite culinary delights, prepared by someone else for a change!

Seraphina: Seraphina's ideal day off involves a relaxing day with Liran or alone spent in the local marketplace, engaging in trading, picking up unique trinkets, and enjoying the vibrant atmosphere. She appreciates the variety of goods and stories each vendor has to offer.

Olaf: On his day off Olaf partakes in friendly wrestling matches or arm wrestling bouts. His day wouldn't be complete without a hearty meal shared with friends, with plenty of stories and laughter.

Ayo: On a day off, Ayo loves going on a fishing trip. The patience and tranquility required for fishing gives them time to reflect and relax. Plus, a successful catch means a hearty meal!

Hadrian: For Hadrian, an ideal day off involves an early morning of organization and planning, followed by a relaxing afternoon with a good book and a soothing bath.

Lola: Lola's perfect day off involves visiting nearby towns, chatting with locals, and perhaps enjoying a lively festival or market.

Roshan: An ideal day off for them would be spent enjoying a calm and peaceful day wandering around. Whether it be feeding the strays, watching the local children play, or simply enjoying the tranquillity of nature around them, it's these simple moments of peace that bring Roshan genuine happiness.

[kraptos]

Haha help I'm stuck rereading agape all over again😭😭 can I ask who do you feel AOS would feel most sympathy towards and who he would absolutely gut? I was thinking maybe he would hate Heimdall the most since his bullying of atreus and in his moments before death trying to hurt kratos but I'm not sure! I need to hear ur thoughts

HEHEHE... glad to hear it!! i'm so excited to get back to work on the last chapter when i am off work :)

i do agree that i don't think AOS would be a fan of heimdall at all. i think it's kinda funny if he knows about him picking on atreus jr. (prior to learning he's fated to kill him) to imagine him being like "oh, that's good for him, competition builds resiliency & character! in sparta, we competed all the time as boys and we turned out alright :)" and then as soon as they hear from the norns heimdall is going to murder him, he's sharpening tf out of his spear and demanding kratos let him go to asgard without a fight since kratos is quite concerned about his mortal mortality vs gods

funny enough, i also think he'd really dislike (fake) tyr. i think he'd get some weird vibes from him immediately, notice how he's trying to put a wedge between kratos and the kiddo, etc. that would already be enough on its own, but him refusing to fight for their cause would really do him in. AOS is a pacifist at heart, of course, but he's still a spartan and unfortunately knows violence is sometimes necessary. anything is worth trying to save his husband (& the world they're trying to raise a son in) from dying.

as far as sympathy, i think i would have to go with atreus junior on this one. he just feels bad that he lost his mother and he feels worse that he's taking her place. and there's a selfish part of him that recognizes he can be with kratos again solely because she's gone and i'm sure he feels a bit guilty for being glad for it, too. it's just a lot of complicated feelings that he doesn't know how to deal with bc he's usually so self-righteous. i don't think he really dwells on it much tho because there's frankly nothing he can do, and he wouldn't know how to being to unpack those feelings. he just knows he feels bad for little atreus haha. i know that's kind of a boring answer when there are so many new faces that he's going to meet, but i think that AOS doesn't feel bad for people often. he's a big believer in fate and the pre-ordained, so he thinks everyone around him is just dealing with trials directly from the gods (himself included!)

[apatchedupdoll]

There’s a lot on Tumblr that I didn’t know I needed in my life. It gets distracting, but then sometimes it flares me up into wanting to make more. It drives me to want to make, either the art style, the ideas, the stories, or something else that makes me want to create. Even if it’s not drawing it could be writing or something else. That being said! Here’s todays art dump <3

This is pretty much finished, I may add some detail and touches later, but so far I’m happy with it.

The Komoraku or whatever I’m gonna call it is also going okay. I’ve colored everything, I just need to start adding detail, maybe a little more color differations but it seems to be going on fine. I’ll probably finish this tonight after I work.

Oh look! Turtle ocs? Nah it couldn’t be. Totally not a bunch of characters I made for the Prisoner’s Bale story. But seriously this is a lot of fun. This is pretty much the first iteration of the family so things could massively change before anything is set in stone. I’ve already changed Tobi’s age like 3 times already. I’m not totally convinced by Sophie’s design and Alex’s patters need some work for sure. There are a few other things I’m thinking about but you’ll have to wait for those changes to find out.

So why am I showing off the characters of Prisoner’s Bale? Well if I haven’t said or made it clear in my last posts (idk man sometimes I don’t make things easy) I’ve decided I’m going to make a comic for the story. Unlike Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? this one will be thought out very extensively. Think of this as sharpening my blade before I even try the Mother’s Land comic. ‘But wait, if you’re making two stories for rottmnt, then why are you making something that doesn’t relate at all?’ I hear you ask curiously while trying to get the cookie jar from the top of the fridge while I start to monologue. Ah, well I really like rottmnt and (as much as I’m happy we’re getting a new movie) I really don’t want to let it go just yet. I find fanfictions are the perfect way to help skills develop. If you’ve seen my Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? you may notice my writing skills are shit. I’ve also realized I tend to write myself into corners without realizing it before the last minute and have to rewrite almost everything, in fact I had a plan and when I posted the latest chapter I realized, oh wait oh shit fuck that means that this won’t work so that means oh god oh fuck shit fuck! I’ll let you guess what I fucked up lol. The point is I’m using my love of TMNT to help me develop better skills for projects that don’t need and can’t have the crutches fanfictions give. Does that mean all TMNT fanfictions do this? No, but this is what I use it for. I just feel like acknowledging it is good and something I shouldn’t be ashamed of.

So that’s my ramble. I hope y’all like the art. Maybe you found something useful and relatable hehehe. Oh and chapter 5 of OWHYBB is on its way. I can see it being finished around Thursday, but spring break is also over tomorrow so bleh! Things will def slow down when writing, still will have daily art uploads. Have a good day! I hope y’all remember not to eat too many cookies!

[valorxdrive]

♕ - Years could pass. Centuries. Eons. All of it could be encompassed in the many brands of timeless void that managed to stitch itself alongside the undeniably, sharpened truths of reality he’s come to learn.

However, what could it truly do against the heart, a force that nature itself built itself around?

Questions that burgeoned upon the precipices of finality seemed to be in a constant flow wherever this bearer of the Keyblade walks. Decisions he gripped, demanded and ripped into his own writhing brand of destiny were adamant in never letting him forget. In truth, it was a weight where oblivion itself would often try to see the unprepared with a hollowed smile, so eager to watch them crumble underneath their preparedness.

Keyblade Wielders however, those born to hold hearts malleable like paradoxically tough were a different matter entirely. No amount of the ‘big picture’ changing in a flux of energy or reality holding laws would deter him from the bravery of new ventures that must be travailed. His truth rests deep beyond flesh, into the crux of the soul, humbly remaining with a firm sense of adventure that balances with the responsibilities that are proudly worn as a cape upon his back.

Tragedy may have been the end of a pivotal chapter of his tale, yet, does he look as if the only choice is to allow the rapids to consume him?

Regardless of what the future brings, that his paces end at this grand canvas of the unknown settled clear before him, the precious knowledge that many stubborn and loving faces were pushing with their best foot forward was motivation that endlessly ignites the fervor of his light. Akin to flaming iridescence does it shimmer, a strength that bats adamantly to twisted whispers of the void. “Looks like I can’t always keep counting on them being my alarm clock.. Signed up for that myself this time around, heheh.”

“I intended to see this through down to an ending where we can be happy. So, if I have to be a bit more selfish? I hope the worlds out there are ready for that.”

With an apt wave of the hand, light would coalesce and gleam with brazen brilliance, igniting golden and silver steel committed to his heartbound nature. A gentle, airy song sighs whimsically from the Kingdom Key as the weapon aimed towards the beyond.

This particular beacon was his heart’s oath that he intends to keep his word. That strength has only grown more formidable.

“Time to Ske-daddle. This heart of mine has its fair share of words it needs to tell a lot of people!”

Re:Connect.

[lunetual]

mwwahh 6, 7, & 18 ! <3

mwah to you right back bestie!!! you've done it again i LOVE an eri game to liven up the dash <33

6. Is there anything you think you're known for as a creator? i.e. a group everyone associates you with, a certain coloring or sharpening technique, a particular gfx element, an art style, etc.? oh i think there are probably certain groups/idols people associate my blog with! but in terms of style i do like a grain to my gifs (varying amounts depending on what i'm gifing) and woo always says i have a very distinctive editorial style for my gfx which makes me so :''''') <3

7. Do you have a comfort group or idol you create for when you’re feeling down or uninspired? hehehe i answered this here but like genuinely yeah any of my ult biases... taehyun's big sparkly eyes can and will fix me.....

18. Why do you create? This can be why you started, why you continue (or both), or however you choose to interpret it. i have always had a creative streak; creating has always been a way for me to have fun ! these days for my day job (which is very Corporate) i don't get to do Fun Designing you know... so tumblr is the place i get to come to and really flex the creative muscles!! keeps me limber and also gives me a chance to try new & trendy styles that i don't get to at work!

asks for multi creators!! ♡

[madaranuii]

I haven't sent an ask in so long but I hope you remember who I am hehe (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Currently I have keito brainrot for some reason?! so just wondering if you have any thoughts on him.. tbh I don't know too much about him but I do have some very normal ideas...

I recently started talking to a keito bot where he's your secret admirer and sends you love letters and I thought it was so cute!!! ♡⁠ but then my brain wandered and it changed from innocent and romantic love letters to oh well he's actually stalking you.. in my head he's super yandere n he keeps writing the letters as innocent and sweet meanwhile he's writing the lewdest fanfiction and drawing you getting railed by him... he's obsessed and he knows it's bad but he can't help it!! hes always watching and looking out for you under the guise of being a helpful and vigilant student council member, but really he's doing it for his own pleasure... no one would suspect him of all people, right? surely no one would notice if he pulled a few strings behind the scenes to force you closer to him ...

help... (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

- angel 🎀 anon

Oh my goodness I wonder who this could be :emoji_62: :oopsie:

GIGGLINH SO MUCH I FUCKING LOVE THAT OHMYGODDDD he's such a closeted perv !!?!

I fucking !!! LOVE !!!!! the duality between the sweet letters and lewd fanart hehe... imagine if he like sent both to you, pretending to be two different people? to like see your reaction and changes up the smutty drawings each time he passes them through your locker to try to gauge your kinks from a distance, because lord would he fucking not directly ask you it LMFAO :3ccc

He'd probably try to change his art style whenever he's drawing around you so you don't suspect a thing; it's keito! He's so trustworthy, he wouldn't send you those pervy drawings!

AUGGHDV IMAGINE him like making your items conveniently turn up in lost and found so he can also conveniently take them home with him; little marks of you! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ it'd start off like, a rubber, a pencil maybe a sharpener, then it'd go to like socks, earrings, and maybe even underwear of he's feeling particularly bold hehe (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)... You start to realise more and more the fact that some articles of your usual clothing are getting more and more well drawn, unaware of the new references he adds to his collection hehe..... That pair of underwear in the drawing looks so similar to that one which went missing recently...!! :3c

HE SO WOULDDDD he'd take advantage of any situation for the ultimate goal of having you, not giving much of a fuck on who he hurts, I mean he was one of the helpers with the whole war thing, it can't get to that point again right? (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

LOVE U ANGEL ANON HEHEHE I TOTALLY DONT KNOW U TOTALLY

[garetlomodag]

2023 October: Tail-end Progress

The past 3 months got me like: what a progress! I didn’t imagine it to be like this, but it feels like my 2023 is just peaking. With less than 3months left nonetheless!

PRAYING AGAIN IN FERVENCY

Remember in my previous blogs where I said I would be more intentional with my prayer times for other people? It is hard, but I am thankful I am able to remember people during prayers and just let the Holy Spirit lead me to whatever God wants me to pray for.

So if you are here, you’re probably in my list and I had the time to really pray for you with whatever I feel like God is leading me to. But if you have specific requests you want to be prayed for, feel free to ping me!

I cannot be with you all f2f always but at the minimum I remember you in my prayers. Know that I do. :)

NURTURING MY CIRCLE

This month felt like I had more courage to give more head&heartspace for things that really matter to me; which meant being mindful of ‘nice to have’ things but something I can let go of. Even with my good relationships, I would say I “watered” them more because I re-diverted focus from those I needed to streamline to those that mattered.

A close friend told me to assess my current circle and re-evaluate who are those I still see myself journeying with as I navigate building my life and who are those I needed to prune; because we really can’t have them all hehehe as a person who is notorious for knowing so many people (in short, without reins, I will care for everyone haha), I needed to stretch that muscle in really checking my circle of influence cos even values and way of life get affected by those you give access to. You can get a lot of guidance on friendships/relationships from Proverbs:

“A friend loves at all times, And a brother is born for adversity.” Proverbs‬ ‭17‬:‭17‬

“Ointment and perfume delight the heart, And the sweetness of a man’s friend gives delight by hearty counsel.” Proverbs‬ ‭27‬:‭9‬‬‬

“As iron sharpens iron, So a man sharpens the countenance of his friend.” Proverbs‬ ‭27‬:‭17‬‬‬

“The righteous should choose his friends carefully, For the way of the wicked leads them astray.” Proverbs‬ ‭12‬:‭26‬‬‬

“He who walks with wise men will be wise, But the companion of fools will be destroyed.” Proverbs‬ ‭13‬:‭20‬

SUNFLOWER ENERGY 🌻

Sometime in my college life I attended a Bible study about understanding peacekeepers and peacemakers. There’s a huge difference but I won’t talk about it now. It was also that I time that I also heard someone say (it was a group prayer): ‘that people might know we are followers of Jesus when they meet us’, because there’s certain light and joyful aura/vibe/peace you give off.

Since then I would have these moments with God where I would ask Him: God will you pls make me a person of peace to people I meet, I work with, I interact with every single day? This world’s a mess and I want to be a person of comfort and peace to people even with just a short interaction. I want to be a peacemaker. I don’t want to just protect my own peace, I want people to come as they are when they are with me. I want them to feel that warmth when you face the sun while your hands are stretched out, just like the sunflowers. With all the pressures and burdens that people are experiencing now, it is my prayer to not add to your struggles but be a blessing to you.

EXPLORING NEW TERRITORIES

I am doing new things! And I like it! I did my spring cleaning a few days ago and it was really refreshing. I’m trying to practice ‘one in, one out’ with my personal stuff and it’s been very therapeutic.

Aside from cleaning and throwing away stuff, I’ve also been doing things differently (on big and small things). I would run a different path every now and then, run with different approaches (long and short intervals). And I’ve made good progress! Not at the pace that I originally wanted since I started running again last yr, but still all good! I’m glad I’m able to listen to my body better. Compared to last yr when my objective was to correct my sleeping patterns and help clear my mind, everything’s all corrected now! Running to me now has become a hygiene and a good pause to listen more to God during runs. Thank You God for letting me go through this big flip. 🥹

I am also expanding and exploring! From freediving, I will now be doing scuba diving 🤿 soon! I am not dead-set with timings but it is definitely an expansion of skill haha

It’s also these past months that I’ve been doing a lot of screening and canvassing. From houses to new business ventures, career options, and even church ministries. Feels like a lot no? Don’t get me wrong, I take my time haha 😂 hindi pa po yan lahat mangyayari this yr. Latag pa lang and seeking God what to do next. But as I always say: exciting times!! Looking forward to how God will make things pan out for me and my fam.

So many things this October and I am pumped! May we all have victories in the different areas of our lives, while keeping in-step with God’s directions for us.

November and December, let’s goooooo 🤩🙌🏼

Have a wonderful holiday, folks. Last two months, world’s a mess, life’s filled with choices, and I hope you choose Jesus. 🫶🏼

[mint-yooxgi]

Obsession - Epilogue

Yandere AU - Part of the EXO Obsession Series

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: EXO OT9 X Reader (with a particular focus on X-EXO)

Words: 1,031

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: On the fifth day of ficmas, Jackie wrote for me~ So I think this is the first chaptered series I've ever completed on my blog in all the years I've been writing for it, omg!!! This makes me really happy, so I really hope it will for you too!! Left it a bit of an open ending, so you can decide which member it is in the end, hehehe. Hope you all enjoy, feedback is greatly appreciated as always!!

Previous

Approximately two weeks have passed since that entire incident with the clones at the abandoned compound. To say your strike team has been acting different since then would be an understatement. Standing upon the platform overlooking the main base, your gaze trails over each area where a member of your strike team resides.

Currently, both Junmyeon and Jongdae are discussing plans on the best way to stake out a new coven of rogue witches that have appeared on your radar. Baekhyun is sharpening his blades off to the side. Sehun is being scolded by Yixing for aggravating his wound again while Minseok shakes his head at them amusedly from off to the side, and both Chanyeol and Jongin are playing cards at one of the side tables.

Looks like everything is back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be now.

“Hey,” turning your head, you see Kyungsoo walking up to you. “How are you holding up?”

You let out a small sigh, “about as well as you’d expect me to.”

“You seriously need a vacation after everything that’s happened to you recently,” Kyungsoo playfully nudges your arm as he comes to lean against the railing beside you.

“You’re telling me,” you reply. “I still feel like a bomb might go off at any moment, but their actions have really surprised me.

“Honestly,” Kyungsoo lets out a breath, turning around so his back is leaning against the railing now, “me too.”

That hour or so that you were trapped in that room by yourself felt like an eternity. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t break out of your restraints. By the time Jongdae found you, your wrists had been torn apart from the harshness of the bindings tying you down.

You still remember how it all happened.

As soon as you saw Jongdae enter that room, you held your breath, waiting for the inevitable to come. The whole situation was finally over, but at what costs? Was Jongdae going to keep you to himself now? Was everything truly over?

The first thing he did as soon as he reached you was slide your ring on your finger. Your breath had hitched, but probably not in the way he had hoped as he started to untie your restraints. You had said nothing, opting to remain silent as he untied your last binding.

As soon as you were free, you sprang up and away from him, guard on high alert as to what he may do next. Instead, the image that greeted you when you turned around shocked you. It still does, even when you think about it now.

Nothing but regret shone in his eyes, a downturned expression on his face as he angled his body away from you in shame. Even he remained silent, waiting for you to curse him out.

Your team seemed full of surprises that day. Considering each time you thought one of your members would leave their comrades behind to die, they proved you wrong. You think the biggest shock was seeing Junmyeon going back for an almost dead Baekhyun and carrying him back to safety aboard the hover ship.

They changed, and it looks like you weren’t the only one to notice.

“I’m sorry,” Jongdae’s words had caught you off guard, his voice small and barely more than a whisper. At that, he had finally lifted his gaze to meet your own. “This is our fault. All of it, but we are not our clones.”

You didn’t trust him for the moment - couldn’t. However, his words gave you hope. Hope that everything would be okay. Despite what you went through with them and their clones, there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to lose them. They’re much too dear to you, anyways.

Not even a day after this whole incident, each of them sought you out or requested your presence, in Sehun’s case since he was bedridden and still recovering from the effects of the poison, to personally apologize to you. You allowed them to speak their piece, bluntly telling them you’d need a little bit of time to decide whether you were comfortable being alone around them once more. In the end, you still forgave them, though. Despite everything, you do care about them, just not in the ways they so badly had hoped; had wanted.

Soon, each of them had also informed you that they were all seeing therapists due to this whole incident. The last thing they want is a repeat of all of this, just with a worse outcome. Besides, if they want to still hold onto the hope that you’ll end up with one of them some day, they need to get better. Not just for their sake, but most importantly, for yours.

Perhaps you should follow in their footsteps and see one of your own. It certainly would help you deal with all of this trauma this past incident has left you with. As much as you love your strike team, your trust in them has gone significantly down. Perhaps it’s all for the best though. Nothing is meant to last forever.

Maybe you should get a cat or something in the meantime to help make you feel less lonely when you’re at home alone. At least then you’d have someone to watch over the house when you’re gone, considering you’ve decided not to move. It’s too much hassle, and led to a lot of complications before. You certainly don’t need that happening again.

“Don’t look now,” Kyungsoo’s voice manages to pull you out of your thoughts, turning to look at him in the next moment. You’ve noticed he’s standing once more in his original position, looking out at the compound just as you are doing. He tilts his chin in a certain direction, nothing but amusement shining behind his eyes, “but it looks like someone still has their eyes on you.”

Sure enough, when you turn to look in the direction he’s pointed you in, you see someone already staring at you. A smirk tugs at their lips, your eyes locking once more with that all too familiar gaze.

[spidernana]

Day 4: Tired

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34214341/chapters/85306531

Some days it was good to be a basically invisible, ephemeral being. It came in handy when snatching things out of unsuspecting monsters' pockets, drawing on people's faces while they slept, and sticking gum in obnoxious do-gooders' hair.

Chara still hadn't forgiven her for that one... heheh.

But some days, Frisk was convinced that it was the hardest thing in the universe. Those days were ones like these, when her absent-minded floating around the chimney tops in Snowdin Village (not any one in particular... the skeleton brothers' just happened to have a great view over the forest) was interrupted by a louder than usual slam of the front door, so hard the windows shook in their frames and several drifts of snow slid from the roof and to the ground below.

Couldn't have been Papyrus... she'd seen the lanky layabout slouching off towards Waterfall with Chara hours ago. They'd be sure to be gone til the night cycle, at the very least... Chara loved to watch the crystals in the dark, and her skeletal bone-friend loved to distract her from them as best as possible.

Tsk.

So it was Sans... and he was in a mood.

Not that that was an unusual event. Sans always seemed to be in a mood, ranging from gloating giddiness to tempestuous rage, and liked to inflict his varying tempers on everyone in his vicinity. On top of that, his personality was overwhelming and electrifying, despite his stature, so it was nearly impossible to even pretend to ignore him, he was just too magnetic for that.

You could say that she, in particular, need not play party to the older skeleton monster's vacillating moods... he should, among all others besides Chara, not even know she existed. And yet she tossed away a scrap of paper she had been reading, an advertisement of some sort for a fortune-telling monster bearing an evil grin and three eyes, drifted through the roof of the large, two-story house, through a dusty and disused attic chock full of lovingly packed boxes of photographs and baby monster toys (he had been a very doting older brother, while raising Papyrus... she'd looked over nearly every one of the pictures in her boredom), and through the ceiling of the room where she was certain Sans had stormed off to anyway, because despite all logic, despite her shock and trepidation over the fact... Sans could see her. He always had been able to, from the moment he spotted her hanging around behind Chara's shoulder, that first day on the snowy roads in the forest.

She didn't understand it... she'd been dead, and long forgotten, surely, by just about every monster in the Underground. The taste of that fact was a bitter one, one that had, at first, brought to life a vengeful hatred... but Chara's kind heart, and Sans' ability to see and speak with her (whether he wanted to or not; she'd hung around him almost incessantly since she'd discovered his ability, despite his explicit and violent demands that she be gone), had stilled her vengeance, and awoken something she hadn't felt in ages gone.

Curiosity.

This was what brought her to the captain of the Royal Guard's bedroom late in the evening, peeking through the plaster and paint cautiously to ensure he wasn't... busy (neither spoke of the time she had found him occupied, for lack of a better term... though she thought of it, on occasion), and found the skeleton monster, oddly still wearing his armor, collapsed face first on his extravagant and lusciously made-up bed. All the blacks and reds blended in so well that she nearly didn't spot him lying there, and wouldn't have but for the long and weary groan he let out, muffled by the pillow he seemed to be hugging.

The mischievous grin that had grown across her face, in anticipation of annoying the prickly monster further, vanished as she watched him hug the pillow to himself tighter, the plates of his armor catching the light of the one lamp he had bothered to turn on.

This wasn't like him at all. Something was wrong.

Slowly, so slowly that she almost felt silly for doing it (it's not as though her movements made any sound... she just had the strangest inclination not to disturb him ), Frisk glided down from the ceiling to the floor, to dither uselessly at his bedside. The crack slowly but surely marching its way over the top of his skull seemed to grin at her, from this angle, mocking her inability to help anyone now, and for a moment, a long, silent moment that carried and echoed and stung, she considered just leaving again. He'd never appreciated her presence, not really... she liked to hang around just to get a rise out of him, honestly, and he was always willing to give her that.

But now... there was no desire to pester him now, and in the lack of her usual occupation, she was uncertain of what to do. She could offer him little comfort... that sort of thing was outside her wheelhouse. Should she go to Waterfall, and tell Chara that her best friend was in need of her company (more than the mutt, at least...)? Maybe she could-

“If you are here to mock me, princess, I would like for you to get on with it and leave me. I am not in the mood for much more distress than I've already dealt with today.”

Frisk jolted, any remaining fragments of a soul she still had nearly leaping from her ghostly chest. Sans hadn't moved from his position, face still buried in his pillow and legs curled nearly up against his chest, but had somehow known she was there.

Another curiosity...

“I'm... I'm not gonna do that today,” she managed to whisper, once her shock had settled, and sat on the edge of the bed, as near to him as she felt she could without upsetting him further. For a monster his age, and an unmated one at that, Sans was rigorously insistent on propriety, and had nearly shouted himself hoarse the first time she'd welcomed herself into his bedroom, despite the fact that she was all but literally a ghost. He'd given up that fight awhile ago, after she'd made it clear she didn't intend to listen to him on that account, but she did allow him the space he insisted two unmated people required between them.

Not that her touching him would do anything. No one had ever felt it when she'd tried to make contact with them before... she had the ability to touch and manipulate inanimate objects, but had never been able to exert her will enough to affect anything living.

Maybe if she touched their souls... but that was another thing entirely. Off-limits. Taboo, and akin to possession, more than likely.

She was getting lost in her thoughts again. Damnit.

When she withdrew from her own, slightly see-through head, it was to face the monster she had sat beside head on, his cracked and narrowed sockets, lit with fiery pinpricks of scarlet magic, watching her with clear and disdainful mistrust. It was always such a rush, to know he could see her... Chara could feel her presence and hear her, but Sans was the only one that had ever actually looked at her, after she'd woken up as a spirit.

“You'll forgive my skepticism, considering your proclivity to bother me at every possible moment,” he scoffed, laying his skull on the pillow again but keeping his face turned towards her, and Frisk could only shrug. She had no way to refute that, in all honesty... it was true.

Why did it leave her aching, in the strangest and most impossible way?

“Fair enough. You just... don't seem okay. Are you? ...okay?” she replied, tapping ethereal fingers against a nonexistent knee, and Sans flicked the flecks of light in his sockets over her face, his mistrust lingering for another, tense moment before, alarmingly, he seemed to buckle, the tension in his body falling away. His sockets turned away, to consider his intricately decorated duvet, and his arms clenched more tightly around his pillow, until she could almost hear the cotton within complaining.

“...You are possibly the only person I can tell this to, with full confidence that it will not leave the room,” he murmured, his jaw, lined with sharpened fangs, gritting as he chewed over whatever was going on inside his skull, and Frisk leaned closer, now more than rapt.

Sans sighed, not even glancing up to look at her, and squeezed his sockets shut, as though his words hurt for him to even be able to consider seeing them realized.

“The queen has been facing criticism for giving Chara refuge rather than killing them... and she has decided to blame me for it. All I have heard for the past two weeks have been calls for my head, or at the very least my resignation. I have no intent to back down, and I can more than defend myself, but...” he paused, his words falling away and his expression hardening.

“But I doubt myself. Did I truly have a good reason to spare them? Was I blinded by foolish sentiment? And my brother... would it have been kinder for Chara to die before he knew they were soulmates? Losing her now would kill him, but then... perhaps it would not have. I do not know. And it irks.”

He turned his face away again, pressing it deep within the comforting embrace of his pillow.

“I am weary of it all, princess. More tired than I ever have been,” he murmured, Frisk could only stare at the back of his skull, at a complete loss. She knew her mother could be petty, but this was just disgraceful. Mercy was a new sentiment for most monsters, certainly, but Toriel couldn't really be so cowardly as to throw the only person that stood up for a helpless human amongst literal monsters under the bus.

Well. Maybe she could. She'd been cowardly in much more pressing circumstances too...

Frisk teetered there, for a moment, on the brink of simply leaving him to his difficulty (who was she to give advice? She'd utterly failed where he had succeeded, she had no right or ability-)... before letting out a ghostly sigh of her own. She reached out a hand, from a long dead but still present instinct, to touch the back of his skull comfortingly, knowing full well that he wouldn't feel it but wanting to do something all the same.

“As... as someone that went that road... made decisions that cost monsters their freedom, and someone dear to me their life... I can tell you that you made the best possible choice. Chara deserves to live, and monsters can find another way, rather than through hate. I didn't see it then. But you did. Don't doubt yourself over that, not when you've done more good than anyone,” she muttered quietly, rubbing her thumb over the back of his skull, and then let out a chuckle, shaking her head as she pulled her hand back to her own custody.

“And as gross as it is to see them together... Chara and Papyrus deserve the love they have. I don't think you really believe it would have been better for him to never have felt that way. Not with how much you care about him,” she finished, smiling despite herself, and fell silent when Sans, his armor clanking against itself solidly (that stuff must weight a ton... crap, how strong was he?), sat up and turned to look at her, almost through her, so hard that she felt she shouldn't have said anything at all.

She thought she saw his hand start to rise to touch the back of his skull, for an ironically breathless moment, hope singing through her so quickly and suddenly that it made her ghostly head spin (what...? Why did she want him to be able to feel her so badly?), but he merely adjusted the seating of his armor on his shoulders before folding his arms across his chest and raising his cracked brow.

“Surprisingly insightful, for you. I must say I am impressed,” he snarked, the barest hint of a smile pulling at his fanged mouth, and Frisk rolled her eyes, pushing off the bed and into the air with a crude snort.

“I've got more where that came from too, if you'd ever do more than cuss at me. Don't you know how to talk to a lady?” she sniped, sticking her tongue out at him, and Sans barked out a laugh, smirking fully up at her now.

“Let me know when a lady is present, and I will treat with her appropriately,” he replied cattily, and Frisk, with a huff and a blown raspberry, glided her way up through the ceiling without another word, though, for some reason, their banter had left a warm and permeating glow within her, spreading from her invisible fingertips to her ghostly toes.

She'd seen another side of Sans today... one that had surprised her. Maybe she should try to talk to him more, rather than just pestering him constantly. She could ease back on it...

Heh. Only a little, though.

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Sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, suddenly alone and feeling a little more empty for it, Sans looked, for a moment, at the spot that the ephemeral vision of both loveliness and irritation had sat in only a moment before, and raised a gloved hand to rub at the back of his skull.

As she had spoken to him, words of wisdom that had touched his soul more than he cared to admit, he had felt... something, though he wasn't sure what, glide across the back of his skull. More than a breeze, and less than a caress... could she have touched him?

She was an odd enough being, for a ghost... maybe she was able to. Or maybe she was something else entirely...

He brought his hand back around, rubbing his fingers together and looking at them intently, as though expecting something, some sort of proof, that it had really happened. Of course, nothing was there... but the sudden and aching sensation of disappointment was such that he had to hold his hand to his chest for a moment, thrown by how much such a short and simple meeting had affected him.

Perhaps it was nothing.

...or perhaps it was everything.

[trashyswitch]

Safety Within the Sanders' Pizzeria

Virgil's inner anxiety and interactions with some of the animatronics, causes Virgil to have a panic attack during work. Thankfully, Logan and Patton are there to calm him down and be playful with him.

The ending includes slightly dirty statements, because...Remus. But that's about it!

And this prompt was suggested by good ol' Pumpkin Paw! I hope you like it! And for the rest of you: JURY DUTY, JURY DUTY, JURY DUTY, BLACK MAIL-

Just kidding! I hope you enjoy!

Virgil was growing terrified of the robots. They all seemed to have a sinister side that tripled when they were kept in darkness and not surrounded by children. Though a couple of the robots were better-suited for children, there were robots he was much more terrified of…

Examples? Remus and Janus.

Janus was an unpredictable robot that managed to glitch himself into an impulsive liar. He’s encouraged kids to set things on fire, let kids play with sharpened swords, showed kids how to make chloroform, and taught kids all kinds of dangerous things. There was a reason Janus was kept in a locked room to only be used for spare parts. He was also scared that Janus was gonna pull some manipulative tricks on him or scare him. His worst nightmare was the thought of Janus sneaking up on him with a box of matches and saying “Humans are very flame resistant! Let me show you:” and setting him on fire. OH PLEASE NO.

Remus was even worse! He caused violence way too much, and looked like a creepy, insane robotic homeless guy that could kill hundreds if he was allowed to go free. He even smelled like a mix of mold, metal and dead mice. Worst of all? He had a mace. A FREAKING MACE! WHO THE HELL GAVE THE ROBOT A MACE?! And since his robot body made him so strong, Virgil’s head could easily be crushed by a single swing of the mace alone! All he could do was pray that Remus never got any ideas to try it out.

“Ooooh Viiirgiiil~” someone called.

Virgil jumped and moved his flashlight around to find the source of the sound. “You-You’d better leave me alone! I-” Virgil grabbed a lamp. “I have a...A lamp! And I’m not afraid to use it!” Virgil warned.

The voice let out a manic laugh that helped him identify the voice. It was Remus. “That’s a good one! The poor security guard’s all alone with only his lamp to hold onto! Such a shame it won’t save you.” Remus teased.

“Oh yeah? How do you know?” Virgil asked, plugging it in.

“The lamp’s hardly a weapon up against my pointy mace! All it’ll take is a big, fat, SPLAT! AHAHAHAHAHAAA! THEN IT’LL JUST BE BROKEN GLASS AND METAL!” Remus declared.

Virgil growled and held up the lamp in one hand, and the switch in the other. “Alright coward, COME ON OUT.”

Remus kicked the door down. “THE FUCK DID YOU JUST- AAAAAAH!” Remus interrupted himself and covered up his eyes with his hands. “FAAACK!”

Virgil smiled a little as he shined the light right into Remus’s eyes. “Not so tough now with burned robot eyes, huh?” Virgil spat.

Remus growled and started swinging his mace around blindly. Virgil’s confident smirk quickly turned to fear as he tried to get out of the way of the flying mace. “WHOA- Oh geez- REMUS!” Virgil shouted.

It didn’t take long for the lamp to end up destroyed into pieces by the mace. Remus let out some proud, chaotic laughter as his eyes very slowly adjusted. “Just like a piñata! A few more hits should do it!” Remus declared as he readied his mace like a baseball bat.

Virgil quickly dropped the lamp and sprinted away as quickly as he could. He sprinted out of the office and darted his way down the hall. But his sprinting was quickly brought to a halt by another robot who was blocking his path.

“Oooooh! Looking confident today, Security guard.” The robot teased as he tipped his hat. Oh no...It was Janus…

Virgil sprinted behind Janus and hid. “Please hide me! Remus is trying to kill me!” Virgil begged.

Janus turned his head a full 180 degrees to look right at Virgil. “My, what a brave soul.” Janus reacted out loud.

Virgil shrieked at Janus’s over contorted head and backed up from him. “That’snotright! that’snotRIGHT!” Virgil muttered.

Janus’s eyes moved to the right...they moved to the left...then they looked back at Virgil. “What do you mean? This is normal.” Janus told him. To top it all off, Janus had shrugged his shoulders like a human usually would. But Janus’s shoulder blades were literally just below Janus’s chin and were facing the terrified security guard. That was NOT normal.

In fact, that was enough to make Virgil scream and sprint off again. He sprinted his way further down the hall, and was soon skidded to a stop by one more animatronic:

“OOOH! A worthy opponent!” The animatronic declared, pointing his sharpened knife to Virgil. Virgil shrieked and put his hands up in surrender. “That’s right, you have no weapon! So that means you’re my prisoner!” Roman declared, grabbing his hand and leading him away. “I hope you can appreciate a quick death. Let’s say...Beheading! With my sword, of course!” Roman declared.

Virgil took one look at the sword and yelped: The sword was AN INCH AWAY FROM HIS EYE.

Roman giggled at his scared face. “Hehehe! Poke poke~”

Virgil screeched like a terrified hawk and pulled his arm out of Roman’s grip. The moment he was free, Virgil screamed again and took off sprinting.

“Wait! Wait, Virgil! I was joking! Come on!” Roman yelled to him.

Virgil sprinted all the way to the other side of the pizzeria. The animatronics were everywhere. He couldn’t get away! They wouldn’t stop grabbing him! Threatening his life! SCARING HIM TO DEATH!

OH NO! NOT ANOTHER ONE! Virgil tried to get up and take off running again. But this animatronic had him good. So Virgil started to kick, scream, and punch. Anything to get out of the animatronic’s strong grip.

“Virgil! Virgil Sanders! Can you hear me?” The animatronic asked.

Virgil’s fighting slowed a bit as he heard his actual name. “Wh- *huff, huff, huff* What-”

“Virgil Sanders. Is that right?” The animatronic asked. Virgil nodded his head. “Okay. I only know your name because I read your name tag.” The animatronic told him.

Okay...Okay. That makes sense. But this is an animatronic! Why are they being nice? The only animatronic he knew that was nice, was Patton! And even HE was a little sinister! “Pat- Patisthatyou?” Virgil asked.

“This is Logan. I need you to sit down and try to cooperate with me.” Logan explained. Virgil looked up and managed to catch the general outline of glasses...and a dark blue shirt. “Don’t worry. You’re safe. I’ve closed the doors and ordered all the animatronics but Patton, to leave you alone.” Logan explained.

Virgil started to relax his muscles bit by bit. “O...Okay...Okay.”

Something slid into his hand. “Can you feel my hand?” Logan asked. Virgil nodded. “Okay good. Can you feel my face?” Logan asked as he placed Virgil’s hand onto his cold, hard cheek.

Virgil nodded and looked up at him. “Cold...It’s cold.” Virgil added.

“Okay.” Logan replied.

“Good job Kiddo!” Another animatronic cheered. Virgil smiled a little at that.

“Now:” Logan placed Patton’s hand onto Virgil’s arm. “Can you feel the hand on your arm?” Logan asked. Virgil nodded. Logan continued. “That is Patton’s hand.” Logan told him.

Virgil nodded. “Okay.”

Patton, feeling a little playful, placed his hand on Virgil’s belly. “Do you feel this?” Patton asked as he started gently scratching it.

Virgil smiled and laughed a little. “Yeheheah, Ihihi doho.”

“Patton, I don’t think childish behaviours like tickling are recommended when a person is recovering from a panic atta-”

“It’s working!” Patton added his other hand to Virgil’s belly and started skittering all over. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

Virgil giggled and fell gently onto his back while he rolled around and pushed at Patton’s hands. “Hehehehehe! Hahahahahaha! Ihihi’m ohokahahahay.” Virgil let him know.

“Alright.” Patton stopped tickling him. “Did that help?”

Virgil smiled. “Yes. A lot, actually.”

Logan raised his eyebrows. “Fascinating...Virgil must be a rare human to appreciate tickling after a panic attack.” Logan reacted calmly.

Patton chuckled and shook his head. “Or tickling really does help for panic attacks and you just don’t believe me yet!” Patton picked up Virgil, held him in his arms like a toddler, and started skittering his fingers on Virgil’s sides. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!”

Virgil squealed and started to wiggle again. “HAhahahaha! Hehehehe Pahahahat! Thahahat ticklehehes!” Virgil giggled.

“Ihi can tell! If it wasn’t ticklish to you, then I’d still be looking for new ticklish spots.” Patton replied.

Patton lifted up Virgil’s Security Guard shirt a bit and found the guy’s belly button. “Oooh! Giggle button!” Patton reacted as he poked it a few times. Virgil guffawed! His back arched like a freaking rainbow, and Virgil just about kicked Patton in the face! But thankfully, Patton caught the foot right before it hit him. “That was close…” Patton said calmly.

Virgil was covering his belly. “Sohorry. My belly button is REEEALLY bad.” Virgil admitted.

Patton dropped Virgil’s foot. “It IS?!” Patton pretty much dove towards Virgil and started scratching Virgil’s belly again. “Does this tickle?” Patton asked.

Virgil squeaked and squealed while rolling around and kicking his feet. “AAAHAHAHAHAHA! YEHEHEHEHEHESS!” Virgil yelled back.

Patton grabbed both of Virgil’s sides and started squeezing. “Does this tickle more? Or less?” Patton asked.

Virgil’s laughter fell to giggles while Patton tickled up and down the one side of his ribs. “Yeheheheheheah. Ihihihit tihihihihicklehehes lehehehess.” Virgil replied.

Patton hummed. “I can tell! Your laughter went from super strong, to little giggles!” Patton reacted.

Virgil nodded. “It did, yeah.”

Patton gasped and lifted Virgil’s shirt again. “I wanna hear your laughter again!” Patton declared before poking and swirling his finger in his belly button.

“Patton...Maybe we should tone it down-”

“BAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAITNOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Virgil rolled onto his belly as soon as he possibly could, and then continued to giggle into the floor as he recovered. “Lohohoho...Loho hahahas ahaha pohohohoint.” Virgil told him.

Patton frowned a little and crossed his arms. “Fiiine. I guess I’ll give you a break.” Patton decided.

Virgil let out a breath of relief and turned onto his back again. “Thank you.”

Logan was staring at Virgil with his eyes slightly narrow and a hand on his chin. It looked like he was in a hyper focused thinking mode. Logan just kept on staring at him, and looking him up and down. It was growing a little creepy for his liking. But...Logan probably didn’t really realize it.

“Um...L-Logan?” Virgil asked.

Logan moved his hand off his own chin and brought his index finger closer to Virgil. “Virgil…” He said, pointing to the nametag. “A male name meaning ‘Staff bearer’ in Latin.” Logan explained.

Virgil bit his lip and nodded. “Yes...That’s right. It’s also the name of a Roman poet.” Virgil admitted.

“Yes: Publius Vergilius Maro. He became influential in The Golden Age. Also known as The Augustan Age.” Logan added.

Virgil smiled. “Isn’t Augustus the Emperor that was related to Julius Caesar?” Virgil asked.

“Yes! Caesar was Augustus’s great-uncle.” Logan replied.

“Okay.” Virgil decided. “So...What about it?”

Logan smiled. “The name is very uncommon in this century.” Logan told him.

Virgil smiled. “I guess I’m special.” He teased.

Logan shrugged his shoulders. “Perhaps.”

Logan leaned in and brought his hands towards Virgil’s ribs. “Is your ribcage ticklish by chance?” Logan asked him.

Virgil widened his eyes and scooted closer to the wall with a wobbly smile on his face. “Nohoho, no, no it’s not. Totally not.” Virgil lied desperately.

“Hmm...I see...And,” Logan touched down and started skittering, “-does proving my point help the factual robot to see that you’re lying?” Logan asked with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “Yes! Yes it does.”

Virgil bursted out into fits of giggles and laughter mixed into one reaction. “Aahahahahahaha! Ohohokahahahay, okay yohohohou’re rihihihight! Ihihi lihihihied! Ihihi’m sohohohorryhyhyhy!” Virgil admitted.

“I appreciate you apologizing. However, I’m afraid it’s a little too late for mercy to be bestowed upon you.” Logan told him as he started to move up the ribs.

Virgil’s laughter grew higher in octave, and a little louder. “WahahaHAHAHAIT- WHAHAHAHAT?! IHIHIHI THOHOHOHOHOUGHT-”

“You thought you were getting a break?” Logan finished for him. “Nah. I just wanted to have my turn to be the infamous ‘tickle monster’. Coochy coochy coochy coochy coo Virgil~” Logan teased.

Virgil threw his head back and started cackling. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEASE! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Virgil begged, trapping Logan’s hands in his upper arms.

“Oh dear...Patton, did you trick me into entering a trap?” Logan asked.

Patton giggled and shook his head. “Nohoho, why?”

Logan huffed dramatically and pulled. “Because I appear to be stuck. And Virgil is a lot stronger than I envisioned.” Logan explained.

Patton laughed even harder. “YOHOHOU’RE A ROBOT! You’re made of METAL! All it takes is a tug, Logan!” Patton reminded him.

Logan paused his tickling as he looked down at his arms and started pulling. But the pulling was made to be super weak and...quite pathetic for a robot.

“Ohohokahahay, nohohow you’re just beheheheing rihihidicuhulohohous.” Virgil told him.

Logan looked at Virgil with a frown and a smirk. “Excuse me?” Logan reacted. “Pathetic?”

Virgil’s giggles skyrocketed from Logan’s reaction. “Yeheheheahahahah!” Virgil further provoked.

Logan smirked even wider and fixed his glasses. “Excuse me while I do this:” Logan picked up Virgil like a toddler, brought him into his arms and covered every part of Virgil’s middle with tickles. Ribs, belly, sides, belly button, hips, they were all tickled.

Virgil absolutely LOST IT! He was a mess of cackles, snorts, hiccups, and even squeaks mixed together into one big ball! Virgil looked like a snorter, so the snort didn’t really catch Logan off guard.

However, Patton was ecstatic. “Logan! Did you hear that?! He snorted! He has a snort laugh! Hahahahaha! I love it! I wanna hear it again! Can you make him snort again?” Patton asked amidst his rambling.

Logan giggled at this and nodded. “Sure thing Pat in the Hat.” Logan replied. To make Virgil snort again, Logan specifically targeted his upper ribs and his belly all at once. This made Virgil cackle, squeal, and as Patton wanted: snort.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! *snort* TOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH! TOHO *snort* MUHUHUHUCH! MEHEHEHERCYHYHYHYHY! *snort* PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE?” Virgil pleaded.

“Uh oh...I do believe his oxygen level is dropping a bit too low. I will need to stop and let him breathe again.” Logan told Patton as he stopped tickling.

Virgil went limp in Logan’s arms almost immediately. He was breathing heavily as well, which further proved Logan’s observation.

“Hohohow…” Virgil was stopped by Logan’s index finger on his lips.

“Hush Virgil. Just breathe for a bit. Then you may ask your question.” Logan advised.

Virgil rolled his eyes and listened to him. But Virgil did feel a little annoyed by Logan’s advice. How did Logan know what’s best for him? He’s not a human. He hasn’t experienced being human since he was made. Heck, even his human-mimicking socializing was quite off. No one quite talked like Logan. Well, except for the super introverted nerds in the world.

BUt Virgil still listened to him. When he felt recovered enough, Virgil tried again. “How do you know my oxygen level?” Virgil asked.

Logan looked down at him. “I have been fitted with a pulse Oximeter at my fingertips.” Logan explained briefly. He brought his fingers to Virgil’s. “I can squeeze gently on your finger, and a number will show up. If it’s normal, then I don’t have any reason to act concerned. If it’s low however, I may advise breathing more heavily or going outside for some fresh air or a short walk. That usually helps raise a human’s blood oxygen level.” Logan explained.

“Hm...I see. Can you do anything else?” Virgil asked.

“Indeed I can.” Logan replied. “Not many people know this, but I have been fitted with a Glucometer for checking the blood sugar of any suspected or confirmed diabetic of any age.” Logan told him. “I also have a way to check your general body temperature.” Logan added. “You’re fairly warm still. However, exerting activities such as tickling can make you increasingly warm.” Logan explained.

Virgil smiled. “That’s really cool.”

Logan smiled. “I can also confirm that you are, in fact, a male. If you were a trans male, I would know. But I would still be ordered to call you by your preferred pronouns due to backlash if I failed to do so.” Logan explained.

“Kinky!” Someone added randomly.

Patton jumped at the new voice, and frowned at the word he used. “Remus, no!” Patton warned.

Logan sighed and fixed his glasses. “Remus, it is NOT kinky! It is basic knowledge!” Logan argued.

“Sounds pretty kinky to me! Right Security Guard?” Remus teased.

Virgil looked away, growing a little more uncomfortable than he expected. “A...A little…”

Logan looked at Virgil. “I don’t quite understand…” Logan admitted. “Did I do something wrong?”

Virgil shook his head. “No! No you didn’t. Just for the future...Maybe keep the ‘gender’ identifying technology a secret. For...social purposes.” Virgil advised.

Logan nodded. “Noted.” Then, Logan smiled. “However, we are gonna take advantage of your more regular oxygen levels and resume tickling you.”

Wait a minute, WHAT?!

Patton gasped and clapped his hands. “YES! MORE SNORTS!”

And more snorts Patton got. Dozens, to be specific.

[maddogofshimano]

A Particular Kyoudai’s New Years

Spoilers for Y4 and Y5

This one is extremely near and dear to my heart, it’s so so nice. I had to do a lot of cultural research for it because I didn’t know a whole lot about new years traditions in japan, so expect a lot of notes in this one too.

This one was also a sugoroku event, here’s the chibi Saejima to go with it.

I also really like the details on Majima’s new years outfit, look at the hannya snakes on the fan and on the liner fabric! 

That was the only card I put real life money in to get, I spent so many diamonds on him. I had saved up around 7k and ground out another 7k from stories I hadn’t done yet and still had to put in 10 bucks before I got him, but I still have every single Majima card so it’s worth it.

Summary: At the end of 2012, Saejima has been served his papers to go back to jail, and will be going back in a week. Majima decides that they should celebrate this New Years in a big way then! Saejima would really rather just stay home, but Majima has a whole day planned out and it’s going to end with a bang.

It’s New Years Day, 2013. Saejima will be returning to jail in a week, and is currently with Majima in the family office. Saejima complains that Majima is already drinking, Majima retorts that New Years is a drinking holiday, so he’s gonna drink! Saejima doesn’t feel much like celebrating since Kiryu’s still in the hospital.

Saejima: You're too youthful, kyoudai. How are ya burnin' even brighter than ya were back then? Majima: You've always been an old man. ...Yeah, that settles it!  Saejima: What? Majima: I want my kyoudai to have a great new year! Let's start the celebrations!! Saejima: Wh- all the sudden? Ehhh, let's just have a quiet time together here. Majima: What, just gonna blow me off? Saejima: ...Okay. Where we going? Majima: I'm gonna get us a ride, don't worry! Go get yourself ready. Hey! Nishida! Nishida: On it sir! Saejima: ...? Majima: <changes clothes> Yeah! Now I'm feelin' the new year!

Saejima: ...Are we really goin' out like this?

Majima: Of course we are, idiot! Why the hell else would I get changed!

Majima: Alright! Let's roll out in my favorite yukata~ Saejima: Good grief. Don't get too excited. I guess goin' on a little date can't be helped huh. Well, he'll probably get tired of it right away. (Tl note: date here is  付き合い which is more “associating” in the dictionary but used a LOT for romantic dates)

The two of them make their way to their first stop, a back alley where they’re going to play hanetsuki, which is similar to badminton. Saejima dunks on Majima’s fashion choices. Majima complains that there aren’t enough people around to see his fashion choices. 

They finally stop squabbling about fashion and get ready to play only to get interrupted by two goons who start talking shit. Majima asks if they should just beat them up, that could be fun? Saejima says nah, they’re not even worth the effort, besides we were here first so they have to step off. Majima throws his wallet into the air because he’s tired of carrying it, and the goons agree that whoever wins at hanetsuki gets to stay.

Unfortunately, Majima wants to hit EVERYTHING, and collides with Saejima in his attempt to steal a shot that Saejima could have gotten easily. Saejima declares that they each gotta stay on their own side and deal with only stuff on that side. Majima gets bored of playing since he has to actually wait, and zones out while a shot sails right past him.

Saejima is ready to throttle him.

Saejima: Kyoudai! Stop bein' so moody! goon a: Hahaha! You keep calling each other kyoudai but you're not in sync at all (Tl note: this is also like, a match for each other, as in "they are a perfect match for each other") goon b: I guess they're """kyoudai""" huh? Haha. Both: WHO'S NOT IN SYNC, IDIOTS??

They were down 9:0, but from here on play seriously, and come back to win 10:9. The goons jump them, because they want Majima’s wallet full of cash, and unsurprisingly get their asses kicked by the jimas.

Next up they head to Tojo HQ; turns out the Majima Family has rented the whole place out for New Years. Minami has prepared something...

The next stage is kakizome! It’s like a new years resolution. Majima, Nishida, and Minami all get to writing their new years goals, and Saejima thinks he’s kind of old to be doing this, but whatever. Nishida’s goal is revealed first: he wants to build a house for his parents!

Majima: Ughhhh, boring Nishida: I'M SORRY BOSS! Saejima: ...Nishida, why are you in the Majima family...? Minami: Boss! I'm done with mine!! Majima: Let's see if you did good... Minami: Here it is! "REVENGE MATCH"

Minami says that he wants to get as good as Majima, who is clearly better than Saejima, so he needs to get a rematch with Saejima after losing to him 3 years ago. Majima is thrilled, Saejima agrees to the fight. Saejima wins but says Minami is getting stronger, and if he keeps at it maybe he can still fulfil it this year. Majima says he's done with all this new years writing and Saejima says he already wrote his, it's "The Top". It's also the exact thing that Majima wrote down.

Saejima: Back when I was in the Sasai family, I wanted to make a name for him. I felt like I wanted to see how far up the ladder I could climb. I keep that feelin' with me even now. Majima: Hehehe! I think we'll see who's the strongest soon. Kyoudai... even if I'm your opponent, don't give up on that feeling, alright? Saejima: Heh, that's my line

Onwards to stage 3! This time it’s hatsumōde, the first shrine visit of the year.

Saejima: We're doin' this in the wrong order. Majima: Whatever! I'm gonna go pray! Saejima, internally: Kyoudai... why are you makin' such a mysterious face? It's not like you to rely on a god Saejima: What'd you write on your ema? I already got my miracle Majima: Don't worry none about me. Next we're drawin' you a fortune! Saejima: ...? Saejima: So this is the fortune huh... oh! Major blessing! (Tl note: the luckiest possible draw) What's it say, what's it say... "You are going to have the best fight of your life"... Wow, this is one dangerous shrine! What the hell?

Saejima immediately gets jumped by a goon. Those fortunes work fast, huh? He wins easily and threw the goon into the ema wall and knocked them over, and when he was picking them back up he found Majimas which said "I wish that Sasai will recover"

"Thank you so much. Kyoudai."

Next we’re doing fukubukuro, new years blind bags that have random items at a discount. The guy selling them sure looks reputable!

They both buy one and head over to the park to open them, but Majima gets a call that the Majima Family office has been robbed! Everyone was at Tojo HQ, but they’re looking for who did it now. Even Majima’s safe was opened and the contents taken. Majima apologizes and has to run off to the office, leaving Saejima to open the bags himself. The first one has............... a snakeskin jacket? He knows Majima custom orders these! The shop keeper!

Saejima goes back and kicks his ass and recovers all the Majima Family items in time for Majima to come back. The item in the safe was a wedding ring, and Majima apparently hasn’t told Saejima anything about being married. Saejima wonders what else Majima has gone through while he was in jail.

Now we’re doing osechi, traditional new years food! Nishida made a dish, and here’s the general meanings of what all he put in them:

tai - good luck ebi - long life kazunoko - wanting a lot of kids in the coming year (Tl note: this one caught be off guard but it’s PROBABLY wanting to grow the families lol) roast beef - no special meaning date maki - more good luck

Two Majima family guys are out in front of HQ making mochi, but they got way too much. Minami ate so much of it that he collapsed, but Saejima refuses to let this rice flour go to waste, so he and Majima head out to theater square and just start making mochi there. Minami and Nishida are selling it to everyone, and it’s a huge hit. 

(This guy is saying it’s really delicious, but his face is looking like they just shot his dog)

Some dude hassles them about the mochi, they kick the shit out of him, and get down to their final two. Majima says he knows exactly who he wants to give them to, and takes Saejima to Yasuko’s grave.

Saejima thinks to himself that there's no question about it, when he's not around Majima is always taking care of this grave. He tries to give Majima the "thank you so much" line but Majima brushes it off as something he just felt like doing, nbd

Majima: Well, Majima Goro's present to you this year is this new year's tour. Did ya like it? Anythin' ya still wanna do? Saejima: Nothin'. This whole day has been a lot of fun. Majima: That so? Good, then it's time for the final stop. Let's go... kyoudai.

Majima: It's been a long time since we've been here. Since that fight Saejima: Yeah. Why's this the final stop of our tour? Majima: Heh, why indeed? ..............I decided on that night that if it was the end, I wanted to go all the way, but I didn't get to. And now, you're going back to jail. Leaving things all pent up and half done just isn't in my nature. Saejima: Did you do this whole tour just for this? Majima: More or less. Well, there were some troubles on the way. Hanetsuki for a warm up. New Year's writing to make sure ya still had that fire in ya. Saejima: And that fortune saying I'd have the best fight of my life... I shoulda figured somethin' was up. Majima: Does it hurt to just get that now? And the grab bags... that went kinda sideways, but I intended it to be some stress relief.  And then deliscious food is good for ya mentally and physically. Saejima: I'm amazed at how into this you are. Do you remember what you said before? "You're gettin' soft, come back to the Tojo clan with your teeth sharpened. If ya get soft, it's over for you". <RECEIVE AND SLASH YOU CUTS IN> Well, let's check if my fangs are soft now. Majima: ...Hehehe. Yeah, that's the look I wanna see! That's Saejima Taiga... my kyoudai! Saejima: Let's go, Majima!!

They fight and both collapse to the ground and gush about how much fun this all was. The ending card then cuts in

A few days later.......... Saejima Taiga himself suspended his probation and turned himself in. He was sent to Abashiri prison. Majima continued supporting Daigo and the Tojo clan. In their pursuit of climbing all the way to the top of the Tojo clan.............. these two beasts will keep fighting.

<END>

Whew! Also, ouch!! 

I also translated most if not all of Saejima’s thoughts, here’s some of the highlights.

Batting Center I went with my kyoudai to the batting center. We used to bring Yasuko stuff like homerun prizes as gifts. ...I miss her. Wood Carving As part of my penal labor I learned wood carvin', so now it's a hobby of mine. One is being displayed by the entrance to HQ.

Kanrai I joined up cause of my patriarch. The Sasai Family was a respectable and good family, which I should feel good about, but I just feel sorry

Purgatory Coliseum Why would you fight a tiger? People really are fuckin' idiots nowadays. I'm going to make em stop. The tiger's miserable. Kyoudai Wearin' an eyepatch and makin' a ruckus... He really changed a lot while I was gone, but the same roots are still there. He really is Majima Goro. Hair style In the old days I would let my hair grow out until Yasuko complained, but going with the shaved look ain’t too bad. This is the only thing I can empathize with Shimano on.

Stray Cats These cats were abandoned. I've already gotten attached. Well, I guess the number of cats in the family office is gonna increase...

Clothes Even now I still wear the clothes I got from Kiryu. Heh. That guy has good taste. I’m still wearing hand-me-downs. Karaoke It’s not that I hate singing, but I don’t like doin’ it in front of people. I’ll play the tambourine though.

[inkykeiji]

how did u become such an amazing writer? this might sound dumb but every time i read your work i learn a bunch of new words lol

first of all, wow, thank you SO much for that compliment!!! i’m literally gushing over that one sentence alone hehehe thank you thank you <33 and that totally doesn’t sound dumb at all!!! i’m actually super happy to hear that!!! <3

beware: LONG post beneath the keep reading!!!

okay, so. bear with me for a moment while i ramble a little bit, okay? i want to preface this by linking you to a cute little post leah wrote on the concept of ‘talent’, just in case it’s something you need to hear!! i know sometimes people can get a little down on themselves + their skill and just go ‘oh well, i’m just not talented enough’ or ‘i wasn’t born with that talent’ and i want to discourage you from ever thinking like that. i agree 100% with leah; i believe ‘talent’ is simply a natural inclination someone might’ve been born with, but not that it means that someone who wasn’t born with that inclination can’t be just as good as the person with the ‘talent’; you absolutely can.

if you already knew that, then fantastic!!!! <333 i just wanted to mention it, just in case, you know???

okay!!! i think there are a few major factors that contribute to my current skill as a writer, and they’re the same three pieces of advice i give everyone who asks about how they can improve their craft:

practice

study/reading

consuming other art forms

- practice: i know this is probably a given, but it truly IS the best way to improve. (if you’ve been around on my blog for a while u might’ve already heard me say this a few times ehehe but) i always say creativity is a muscle—because it is. we all have it, and the more you ‘exercise’ it, the stronger it’ll become. skill is kind of the same way: the more you practice something, the better you’ll get at it, and the faster you’ll improve. HOWEVER!!!! i want to caution you against doing too much too fast. please, don’t overwhelm yourself!!! if you’re not used to writing often, work your way up to it at your own pace. there’s no rush or time limit here—you do what feels best for YOU at whatever pace is most comfortable. just like when you’re exercising a physical muscle, you can ‘strain’ your creative muscle by trying to do too much too quickly as well (creative burnout, basically).

for me, i write nearly every single day. sometimes it’s only a paragraph or two, sometimes its thousands of words, but the most important point here is that i am continuing to practice and sharpen my skills, you know? no practice is bad practice, i pinky promise you that. even if it feels like everything you’re writing is awful and you hate it all (and we ALL have these days, they are normal!!) you ARE still improving!!!

i want to make it clear here that i am NOT suggesting you write every single day if you aren’t already used to writing regularly. i’ve been writing since i was teeny tiny (seriously, at age 7 i used to walk around at recess talking to myself, literally telling myself a story out loud that i was making up on the spot........) and i’ve had plenty of time to practice and build up that stamina. i don’t know where you are in your writing journey, but if you aren’t used to writing regularly, work on building up to that first. again, don’t overwhelm yourself!!! it’s okay if it’s only a few sentences a few days a week—it’s something, and that’s what counts!

- study/reading: i read a LOT as a child, and i read a lot throughout university (and for university), and i try my best to find time to read now, a few hours a week. when you read, you are (on some level) studying the craft, among a whole slew of other things. you literally mentioned it yourself when you pointed out that you always learn some new vocab from reading my work!!! so please, read. anything and everything. do you have a favourite author or novel(s)? sit down and figure out why you like them. do you have any authors or books you just can’t stand? sit down and think about why you hate them, etc etc etc.

- consume other art forms: so i went to school for film, which meant i was watching five movies a week on average, not counting whatever i’d throw on at home while doing readings and all that. i genuinely think my education (studying films from all angles, from interdisciplinary perspectives, making films etc) helped me strengthen my skill as a writer even more. now, i’m not telling you to go get a film degree hehehe, all i’m saying is to consume other art forms in addition to reading: film, photography, painting, music, theatre, dance, etc etc etc. whatever you’d like/whatever interests you most. it’ll help you see things from different perspectives and, if i can be a little cheesy, it’s good for your soul <3

waaaaah sorry this post is SO LONG anon!!!! but those are the things that i think have helped me improve my skill the most, and continue to aid me!!! if anything’s unclear or you have any other questions please don’t hesitate to ask!! i hope this answers your question hehe <33