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frozenjokes · 4 months

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Unbeknownst To Grian, Doc Hasn’t Had A Real Conversation With A Person In 15 Years, And It’s About To Be Grian’s Problem

Grian did not like to be predictable. He didn’t like to follow expectations, he didn’t like to give people what they wanted. This could manifest in small, annoying ways; if something he was curious about got popular, he was more likely to lose interest, think negatively of it for no reason. Grian valued uniqueness in his craft. If he was going to fuck with someone, he would do so in the most creative possible way, and just so much as seeing a similar idea online to one of his own was enough to void all his motivation.

If Grian was going to make his mark, he would not do so giving the people what they wanted. He’d change the game. He’d sprint as fast as his legs would take him against the grain.

They wanted him and Scar.

The clips from yesterday had gone completely viral, Scar’s suggestion to velcro himself to Grian’s back so they could fight together to retrieve his legs from the villainous Goat spawning waves of excited chatter, cheering, and trending hashtags to varying degrees of ridiculousness. Now, even if Grian had wanted to team up with Scar like this in the first place, the amount of insistent attention would be enough to change his mind in a snap of an instant. Please. He was not some showpony that lived to serve the community. If he was going to put on a show, it would be on his own terms, superheroes be damned.

So that’s how Grian found himself at The Goat’s doorstep, a massive, impending thing. Most supervillains took utmost care in hiding their identities and home addresses; they had to, otherwise the police force would have no reason to pretend they couldn’t arrest them. The Goat, however, was an exception. This place could hardly be called a house; it was more like a fortress that loomed over the entire city, spires like lightning rods collecting energy from storms in a light show that you could see for miles. While The Goat had been arrested several hundred times by now (he’d been around for as long as Grian could remember, very possibly before he was born), he never quite stayed in jail, always finding a way to escape in one way or another. At this point, it was common knowledge that The Goat was only ever taken into custody because he wanted to be; successfully imprisoned for only however long he allowed. While quite famous, The Goat also happened to be a bit of a hermit, only surfacing from his lair once or twice a month, so really, it was pretty unlucky for Scar to come across him the one day he had chosen to lay pathetically on the concrete, legs ripe for the stealing.

Regardless, this mysterious reclusiveness made the villain quite popular among many, his nonchalance combined with the insanity of some of his works of engineering drawing a great deal of attention. That, and people were just outright thirsting over him. Unabashedly horny. Grian had never seen The Goat in person before, but he’d seen enough pictures to understand- not that he agreed or anything, just that it made sense. The Goat was a big guy, like, big; Grian didn’t know the logistics of his exact species, but he was a sort of centaur-like creature, built like a clydesdale but even taller, half of his chest, left arm, and face entirely cybernetic, armaments that were constructed by the man himself.

It was at this point that Grian realized he was stalling. In fairness, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself. The knocker was purposefully high above the typical human height, something he could reach regardless with a flap of his wings, but it was relatively obvious The Goat did not like visitors. Grian wondered how many civilians had turned up at this very doorstep, only to be ignored for hours until they left. Would The Goat even care about CuteGuy? Maybe he had seen all the hubbub online and would keep him locked out on purpose. Grian hadn’t really considered that before coming. Honestly, with all the cameras around, it was very likely The Goat already knew he was here.

Well. No time like the present!

Grian beat his wings in a small jump, but the door swung open before he could reach the knocker, causing him to fall and stumble a little pathetically at cloven feet. He looked up. Holy shit.

“Speak of your intention,” The Goat spoke gruffly, tucking his hands away in the pockets of his long lab coat. Grian had to crane his neck just to see his face, a dark, cold expression looking natural on The Goat’s imposing figure. His eyes were pupil-less, narrowed and difficult to read, but Grian didn’t detect any hostility. Maybe he was delusional, but it almost looked like The Goat was more curious than anything, interest evident in the way his mechanical eye moved in quick saccades, taking all of him in. Grian took a deep breath, puffing out his chest.

“Just wanted to hang out, that’s all. This is a pretty secluded place, you know, thought I might be able to get away from all the mess,” Grian forcibly relaxed his shoulders, waving his hand in a vague gesture.

“Hang out?” The Goat said the words like they tasted bitter, but then again, he said most things as if they left an unpleasant taste in his mouth, “You sure you’re not looking for anything?”

“If you’re referring to HotGuy’s legs, then no, I’m not looking for them. I don’t care about him or his legs, actually! I’m more concerned with my reputation, that being, how good it’s been lately. I think this city needs a reminder that I don’t work for anyone.”

The Goat chuckled, the sound far more soft and pleasant than Grian would have thought he could produce. “Is that so?” he mused, and Grian hoped that was interest behind his tone, “You don’t serve our government? Contractually? Won’t they be displeased to see another of their pets mingling with the enemy?”

Grian scoffed, “I don’t serve anyone. As far as I’m concerned, they’re being scammed out of a paycheck. And no, honestly, I don’t think they care what I do so long as it drums up media attention and puts more coin in their pockets. So long as it’s advertiser friendly.”

“I hear you are famously not, friend.”

“Well that’s not my problem.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“The court of public opinion indicates otherwise. People are crazy about me, nearly as much as HotGuy. It would be stupid to let me go, not before they milk my novelty for everything it’s worth. By then I’ll be rich enough to retire or something, I don’t know. That’s a problem for future Grian.”

“Grian?” Grian’s heart dropped as The Goat smirked, lips raising just enough to reveal pointed teeth. But just as Grian started to stutter to a defense, the villain laughed, drowning him out, “Do not fret, I could not care about any person’s identity, superhero or no. Nor do I particularly care to shield mine. Please Grian, call me Doc. Follow me.” Doc turned without another word, leaving Grian to gape as his massive hooves kicked up clouds of dust. Doc did not look to see if he was following nor slow his pace, so Grian had to run to catch up. Nine foot tall monsters walked very fast it turns out! And if Doc noticed Grian struggling to keep up, he certainly didn’t show it.

It occurred a little late to Grian that he should probably be keeping track of where he was going and how he’d escape if necessary, but Doc’s fortress had so many twists and turns, by the time he had the sense to think of this, he was already hopelessly lost. Well. Hopefully Doc wasn’t planning on dissecting him and displaying his wings on a pedestal or something. (Many of The Goat’s fans seemed to insist this was a big thing for Doc, though, Grian could not find any actual evidence of any dissections occurring. On second thought, those people were probably just horny.) Oh well.

Eventually, the two of them reached an elevator with, quite frankly, an alarming amount of floors- “What do you need this much space for?'' The thought was spoken aloud before Grian could stop himself, far more judgemental than would be advised for the company he was keeping today, but luckily, Doc didn’t seem to care.

“The lower floors are where The Hivemind works. Building, innovating, grindingoptimizingautomatingthriving, you know. A lot of the space is storage from past projects, and upkeep generally takes a lot of my time. My machinery can get to be quite large. You will not see most of it. We aren’t going down far.” Doc selected B1, making Grian question why they were even taking the elevator if they were only going down one floor, but after a particularly long ride, he got some idea.

Basement Floor 1 was massive and sprawling and dark. Grian had better eyesight than most, even at night, but the only parts of the ceiling he could see were spots of reflective metal and small pools of light that bounced off stalactites.

“Do- do those ever fall?” Grian asked, eyes wide at the ceiling, and Doc stopped, turning in a slow swivel so Grian could see his entire upper half.

“Yes.” He flexed the fingers on his mechanical arm, glowing red eye boring into Grian, “It is a good thing The Hivemind is smart. And quick. Though, after the second incident, we hope to have fixed the problem. On the other floors. My workstation remains as it is.”

“You- You can’t just knock them all down?”

“I can. But I believe that if God wishes for me to be struck down, then she should have the means to do so herself. She’s gotten a couple good shots in,” Doc narrowed his physical eye, and Grian was pretty sure there was humor there, “but she knows I am above her power. So instead we will continue to feud, and I will continue to break her precious world. And if one day I die, then I would have it to be no other way than by her hand.”

“If-?”

Doc only laughed, continuing to walk down the corridor. Grian was forced to follow lest he be left behind.

It occurred too late to Grian that he probably shouldn’t be surprised Doc was leading him to see Scar’s legs. Regardless, Doc was amused, chuckling when Grian took a sharp breath.

“I wanted him to come and get them. With or without you. Worked all night on the programming with The Hivemind, though, turns out that wasn’t necessary. You two are slow. HotGuy isn’t even here.”

Grian cast a nervous look at Scar’s legs, laid flat on a desk next to a large monitor. The workspace had the feel of an organized mess, all the clutter making it difficult to tell what exactly Doc had done. Well, if he was programming something, Grian wouldn’t be able to see it anyway. Were- were the legs even programmable? How would that work?

“What did you do to them?” Grian finally said, feeling incredibly daft at the note of worry he failed to suppress.

Doc snorted. “Nothing. I did make a mechanical waist though,” he hummed, shaking his head, “Well, that’s not true, I’ve had the actual machine bit made for a while now, I just did most of the other stuff last night. It’s been some time since I’ve gotten a look at these, and the technology has advanced significantly since then. At least my tech has; imagine my surprise when I see his useless government agency has hardly updated his prosthetics at all! If it’s not broke don’t fix it I suppose, but these are certainly broke. I’ll make sure to get started on a prototype for an update soon, yeesh. Regardless, after digging through my old blueprints, it wasn’t hard to hook everything up to a little remote control. Oh, his face will be priceless. His own legs greeting him at the door and kicking his ass?” Doc laughed, missing Grian’s open mouth gaping, “Unfortunately balance is still an issue, I obviously didn’t have time to work out all the kinks, but I’m just here to mess with him, it’ll be serviceable for-“

“Wait- Wait-“ Doc did not look happy about being interrupted, fixing Grian with a glare that stopped him directly in his tracks.

“Go on.”

“You made his prosthetics? His legs?”

“Obviously. Who else would have made them? Have you seen the typical modern-day prosthetic? They’re nothing like mine, borderline barbaric. Of course, mine are quite expensive, and people don’t just go and commission a guy like me over the table. HotGuy’s parents must love their son very much, though, they threw a whole tissy when I told them I’d need to visit him in the hospital. Idiots. As if I would trust anyone other than myself to collect the measurements I needed. They made me arrive under a sheet-“ Doc cut himself off with a groan, “The things I put up with sometimes. HotGuy’s lucky it was an interesting project. Human legs are very different from my own, so I wouldn’t be messing with them without an excuse. Of course, he grew up to be a fucking pain in the ass, didn’t he. Could have done a better job just raising the kid myself.” Grian had so many questions, but Doc hardly even stopped to breathe when he spoke, and Grian wasn’t about to interrupt a second time.

“Fuck, if they haven’t updated the legs, they probably haven’t touched his back either. Did you know that? His lower back was completely shattered- now that was an interesting project. Idiots, seriously, commissioning me to make their son legs when he’d never be able to use them. I ended up doing a lot of work on that boy, and not one thank you. Not from him all these years later or his useless family. He’d still be in that hospital bed without me, I know it. I bet if they’d let me have my way with him he would have been walking in under a year. But no, no, I was only on the project for two years, and I believe it lasted five? Six? Those idiots made me sign an NDA and everything!” Doc barked a hard laugh, “What are they going to do? Take me to court? Arrest me? Stupid. Amusing in hindsight, but they were insufferable.”

“I- okay. I mean, it’s not like this is common knowledge or anything. I feel like I would have seen this somewhere by now if the public knew you made all his prosthetics.”

“Oh no, the information isn’t public. I’d rather peel off my skin than be associated with that lot, and I’m sure HotGuy’s managers feel similarly about me. There’s a reason his prosthetics are so outdated- look, feel this. The movement at the joints is awful!” Doc took Grian’s hand, uncaring for his own strength as he yanked Grian forward to touch (something that felt deeply invasive toward Scar, though, it wasn’t like Grian had a choice) as Doc bent the knee. Grian had no idea what he was supposed to be feeling here, but Doc must have mistaken his discomfort for agreement because he let go right after.

Grian cleared his throat, rubbing his wrist, “And you think HotGuy knows?”

“Knows what?”

“That you made his prosthetics. I’m just curious, I mean.. He’s never mentioned it- not that we’re close or anything. It just feels like something that might have come up before to uh- well I don’t know if dating is the right word, but he and my roommate have something going on-“

Doc rolled his eyes with a huff, “Of course HotGuy knows! He’s just conceited like the rest of his family- his workforce for that matter. God forbid the public know how blurry the lines between ‘hero’ and ‘villain’ actually are. The only actual reason I’ve got the government breathing down my neck is due to the IRS- no, I will not be paying ridiculous sums to DC just for the money to be wasted on international affairs the States have no business sticking their nose into anyway. I only immigrated for the, quite frankly, insane lack of weapons regulation. You can do whatever the fuck you want in America. Regardless, I’d do better to put that money into the community myself.”

“Do you?”

“Not locally, I have a reputation to uphold and I like this shithole the way it is. Occasionally if I see something that really pisses me off I’ll pour some money into it.” Doc scowled, like the thought of doing any good at all was deeply unappealing, “For the most part though, I only keep tabs on the world as it pertains to me. I care very little for pettiness.”

Grian snorted. “Is using HotGuy’s own prosthetics to kick his ass because he never said ‘thank you,’ not petty?”

“For personal matters, I indulge. Most of the time however, I am far too busy for nonsense such as this. Speaking of, I have work to do, so I am going to hold you for ransom to speed this up. Do you have a problem with that?”

“If I comply, do I get a share of the cash?”

“You can take whatever you want. I just want HotGuy here.”

Grian’s wings fluttered, his mind already moving miles a minute, “Do you need a picture? Oh please, let’s take pictures. Something fun, ambiguous- I really want to mess with him.”

“Can I not just take a picture of you right here. Maybe try to look at least mildly unhappy, I’d like if HotGuy had a reason to be prompt.”

“Oh he’ll be prompt- do you have a tripod or something? We don’t need one obviously, I just feel like you’d be the type of guy to have something like that on hand. Do you? How do you feel about the lightest of the light kind of suggestive pictures? I think it would be funny. Ambiguously suggestive. Honestly, I just kinda feel like you’d be a fun person to pose with, y’know? I have a vision. Just saying, if you really want to fuck with HotGuy, this would go crazy. Your fans would go NUTS. Do you know about your fans? I saw some things while doing research.”

Doc snorted, ears flicking in what Grian was pretty sure was amusement, “You remind me of a man I knew long ago,” he sighed, sounding dangerously wistful. His eyes shone as he raised a shaking fist to the ceiling.

“You don’t have to divulge-“ Grian started in great alarm, but there was no stopping the rapidly approaching trauma exposition hurdling his way.

“Ren was a brilliant man. Awkward, but damn clever, an incredibly talented engineer with ideas to rival my own. Struck down too soon, too soon. Sometimes I wonder if that stalactite was meant for me, or if it was meant as a punishment greater than death. She knew I would try to bring him back, friend. She knew he would come back wrong.”

“This seems really personal-“

“A hippie.” Doc growled, and Grian got the sense this train was not slowing down any time soon. Might as well settle in.

#hermitcraft #hermitfic #hermitshipping #grian #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #docm77 #cubscarian hotguy au #hotguy #cuteguy

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in1-nutshell · 3 months

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I'm very sorry, but can i also request Buddy the terran who looks like Rumble ending up on Fearless Buddy Timeline?? If it isn’t to much.

So they arrive and everyone is taken aback about this kid. They don’t know each other, but Fearless feels kind of protective around them, so they became a Protector of Buddy. And Buddy protects Fearless as well.

There will be chaos and maybe Ravage will become a sibling for this kid. Buddy will feel safer around bots they know, like megs, and if Buddy explains the accident with shockwave and everyone realizes what the problem is and decide to tell Buddy about Rumble. What would happen??

Echo is back!

Fearless is adding another sibling on their list.

Hope you enjoy!

Echo meets Fearless on the Lost Light

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian (Terran) reader, Human reader

TFE/MTMTE

After finding out about the groundbrigde, the rest of the Autobots and good members of G.H.O.S.T. had decided to repurpose it.

To use it for good as Mo said.

Echo honestly couldn’t care less about the groundbridge.

They were there for moral support for Nightshade and Hashtag.

Once it was time to test it out, Wheeljack flipped the switch.

The portal swirls were its normal colors and were stable… until they weren’t.

Echo holding onto some of the safety guard rails. Echo: “Hey guys? Is that normal?” The groundbrigde colors start to flux and change size. Nightshade and Hashtag holding on to the console for dear life. Hashtag and Nightshade: “NO!” Wheeljack holding on to the railing near the kill switch. Wheeljack: “Just hold on for a couple more nanoclicks and I’ll shut it down!” Agent Scholder: “AAAAAHHHHHHH!” The agent starts flying to the bridge. Echo: “Scholder!” They let go of the railing and start going after the flying human. Hashtag, Nightshade, and Wheeljack: “ECHO!” Echo grabs the human with one servo and launches him back to the others. They try grabbing the sides of the groundbrigde, but they narrowly miss and get pulled in as the portal closes.

Meanwhile on the Lost Light… Fearless is walking down the halls with a mug of coffee in one hand and two energy drinks in the other. Fearless: “Finally! That super speed is as good as mine now!” The portal opens and Echo comes flying out. Fearless ducks and drops their concoction in the process. Fearless: “Great there goes my superhero origin story…”

Fearless was seriously thinking about having Magnus make them business cards for every bot or human from other universes visited the Lost Light.

That or have Brainstorm scan the multiverse and see why it is made of Swiss cheese.

It certainly was a trip between trying to explain the minibot (who had just realized their new fear of space) and trying to explain the portals/bridge works.

Echo was a bit hesitant to meet the rest of the crew members when Fearless brought the idea up, but ultimately relented.

Fearless and Echo walking side by side. Fearless noticing how tense the minibot was. Fearless: “There’s nothing to be scared about the crew. I mean, as long as we don’t get some bots mad.” Echo: “I’m not scared!” Fearless gives them a half teasing look. Fearless: “Its okay if you wanna hold my hand kiddo.” Echo: “… Are you serious?” Fearless without missing a beat grabs a hold of the minobots servo. They don’t let go.

Fearless brings them straight to Rodimus and Ultra Magnus.

Magnus feels a wave of déjà vu.

Rodimus happily greets the minibot to the ship.

Echo tries remembering some of the manners Mom had taught them and greeted them as politely as they could.

One pro about this universe was no ‘Rumble’ talks.

In comes in Megatron.

Echo nearly has whiplash seeing the giant grey mech. Rodimus and Magnus think that the bot is about to glitch. No one was prepared for them to sprint over to him with the happiest smile on their face. Echo: “Megatron! Finally, a familiar face!” Megatron gives Fearless a confused look. Fearless just shrugs. Megatron: “Hello? And you are?” Echo stands up straighter slightly puffing their chassis. Echo: “I’m Echo! I got shot out of a groundbride portal.” Megatron: “Ah! That makes sense.” Ravage shows up from behind. Echo immediately stands in front of Fearless glaring at the felicon. Ravage: “When did we get the new crewmate?” Echo: “YOU CAN TALK!?”

A crew meet and greet is called after 15 minutes of trying to convince Echo that Ravage wasn’t going to maul Fearless.

And an additional 10 minutes to convince Echo to let go of Fearless.

It comes to a compromise that Megatron and Fearless would always be nearby.

Fearless wasn’t blind seeing how Echo tensed seeing so many bots enter the room.

This was going to be eventful.

Magnus: “Number 3, you may ask your appropriate question.” Swerve: “What’s your alt mode and how did you get it?” Echo stands up and turns into their rover form before transforming back. Echo: “Dad calls it a ‘mini rover’ and got it from going through stuff in the barn.” Fearless raises and eyebrow but keeps quiet. Magnus: “Number 24." Nautica: “Who’s this ‘Dad’?” Echo smiles: “He’s the best dad in the world! He tells the best stories about the Great War and legends! Robbie and Mo sometimes voiceover the bots and cons when he’s ding the stories from the comics.” Murmur comes from the crowd. Magnus: “Number 15.” Drift: “Are your guardians humans?” Echo: “Yep! It’s Mom, Dad, Robbie, Mo, Me, Thrash, Twitch, Hashtag, Nightshade, and Jawbreaker. Then there’s the bots and some of the cons too, but they are like extended family.” Magnus: “Number 42.” Brainstorm: “When did you come online? Before, During, or after the war?” Echo: “Oh that’s easy! A little over a year ago.” Fearless spits out their orange juice and is in a coughing mess. Echo goes over and carefully pats their back, blissfully unaware of what they just unleashed in the crowd. Brainstorm: “Little over a year!?” Echo picks up Fearless, still rubbing small circles on their back, while going back to their seat. Echo: “Yeah? Technically I was the first one to come to consciousness...” Brainstorm: “What do you mean by that…?” Echo: “Well Robbie and Mo found some Emberstone, touched it and with the powers of I don’t remember, POOF! Me, Thrash and Twitch popped out of the cave water. Oh, and we need water to survive instead of that energon stuff. We can technically still drink it, but it burns faster—Woah! Is he okay?!” Brainstorm is on the floor twitching with Perceptor kneeling by also twitching.

Somewhere in the crowd… Whirl whispering to Cyclonus: “Do you know where Megs has those adoption paper?” Cyclonus raises his optic: “Why…” Whirl: “… I’m gonna steal that kid.” Cyclonus: “Whirl, no.” Whirl: “Whirl, yes!”

It took a while to get through the questions with the number of bots nearly short circuiting on the spot.

When they told them about Shockwave and what he had done, it just sealed the deal for the ‘Echo protection squad’.

They weren’t fond of the name but didn’t mind some bots looking after them either.

Megatron looked like he might have had a stroke when Echo mentioned Dot and that they shared history.

It’s a somber moment when Echo mentions Rumble to the crew, especially to the former Decepticons onboard.

None of them want to talk about it.

Fearless caught Ravage going to the communications hub.

They have an idea who he’s calling and leave him to it.

Speaking of Fearless…

As soon as Fearless got through Echo’s shell, the two were practically attached to the hip.

And CHAOS REIGNED.

The ship now belonged in the palms of their hands/servos.

Whirl has already begun his search for adoption papers and already dubbed little Echo as his kid.

No takes backies.

Magnus had to be taken to the med bay to get an IV of pure Common Sense attached to his frame after witnessing the shenanigans.

Another tearful goodbye was felt when Echo had to go back home.

Fearless chuckled to themselves as the portal closed.

Meanwhile in Echo’s universe…

Echo gets spat out into a pile of dirt. Echo standing up trying to shake and brush all the dirt. Echo: “Who leaves a pile of dirt in the middle—”

SLAM!

Jawbreaker slams into Echo in a fierce hug. Jawbreaker: “Echo you’re okay! You’re okay! You’re okay!” Echo wheezing feeling their frame dent but manages to pull an arm out to pat their younger sibling. Echo: “I’m here Jaws.” Rapid pedesteps start getting louder. Echo: “…This is how I’m gonna go out… drowned and squashed in my family’s hugs… Ha, bring it.”

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #mtmte x reader #tfe x reader #tfe x platonic reader #mtmte x platonic reader #fearless buddy #echo

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ffviiicharacterweek · 1 month

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Squall Leonhart: August 23rd - August 30th

It's time for our broody and loyal Commander: Squall Leonhart!

The prompt list

Lone Wolf

Whatever

Commander

Griever

The Sorceress Knight

Promise

Bonus

Scar

Sis

Triple Triad

Free Choice!

The creative marathon

From now on, we'll have a creative marathon running on our discord server, and the first one will be on August 23rd!

In the special channel #creative-marathon we will cheer on each other with writing and drawing sprints to celebrate the character and give the final push for all your creative efforts!

Submissions

Submissions can be posted in the AO3 collection (you can find it here) and on Tumblr starting August 23rd; please fill in this form, because from now on only the fanworks submitted through the form will be reblogged. You can also tag @ffviiicharacterweek and/or use the hashtag #ffviiicharacterweek.

And remember: HAVE FUN, AND SHARE THE LOVE!

#ffviii fanfiction #final fantasy viii #final fantasy 8 #ff8 #ffviii #ffviiicharacterweek #ffviii fanart #squall #squall ff8 #squall leonhart #squall leonhart week

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novella-november · 10 days

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If I want to participate this year through Tumblr then how do I do that? Do I simply use a hashtag? How do I see others who are participating and connect with them?

Yep! You can use the tags:

#Novella November

#NovellaNovember

#Novella November 2024

#NovellaNovember2024

If you want a quick way to use them on a post without typing them out by hand each time, you can copy them into a Notepad app, word document, etc and paste them in; as long as theres a space and a # or , in between them, Tumblr at least will interpret them as seperate tags; if you have Xkit on desktop, you can also add them to a tag bundle.

Especially as we get closer to November, you'll start to see a lot more people than this blog posting in the tag! In fact, there's already people posting in it, getting ready for November! :D

One fun way you can connect with others is by making and posting custom Goal Cards, which I encourage everyone to make a few to post :D

Templates:

I've also got a Sprint Room on Ohwrite already made that anyone can use either now and all through November, which you can also find on this post here.

(I only just signed up for Ohwrite to make that Sprint Room in the first place, but I am going to assume anyone can use the link at any time and that I don't need to be logged in currently for people to use it? Not 100% sure I'll have to experiment with it a bit)

Some other ways to connect would be making posts in the tag (or asking them here, or @ me on relevant posts) if you're looking for writing partners, need some help getting out of some writers block, etc !

#replies #novella november #novellanovember #panpraja #goal cards

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stylishpagani · 1 year

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Part 2 of BREAKBEE BREAKBEE BREAKBEE BREAKBEE

After their kiss Bumblebee pulled Breakdown into a tight hug. The two heard a sudden "Awwwww" which startled Bumblebee when he turned around and saw Twitch with the rest of the Malto's looking at them.

Turns out that at some point during their kiss Twitch had turned around to check up on Bumblebee and saw them kiss. She immediately alerted the others.

Bumblebee gave them a flabbergasted look. Breakdown saw the perfect opportunity to tease his boyfriend. He chuckled and gave Bumblebee a kiss on the cheek at this point Bumblebee was noticeably blushing. The terrans gave each other mischievous smiles before running off. The family started to leave with Dorothy and Alex behind them. Dorothy invited Breakdown to come live with them he kindly refused but she was persistent and finally he gave in and agreed. Alex and Dorothy left to join the others.

Bumblebee and breakdown were the last to reach the house Bumblebee showed him around the place.

They sat in the dugout Bumblebee snuggled up next to breakdown. They chatted for a few minutes while Exchanging soft kisses. Bumblebee rested his head on Breakdown's shoulder and fell asleep shortly after Breakdown fell asleep.

A while later Bumblebee woke up he saw twitch and the rest of the terrans snuggled up next to them. He smiled and went back to sleep.

After a few hours he woke up to Breakdown surrounded by the terrans, Robbie, Mo and Alex. He walked up to Them. Breakdown noticed Bumblebee had woken he turned to look at Bumblebee and said "Good morning sleepyhead". "what are you guys up to" asked Bumblebee. "oh just a little storytime on how we met" replied Breakdown. Bumblebee sat across from Breakdown.

As Breakdown told the story Bumblebee couldn't help but lovingly stare at Breakdown. Twitch and hashtag noticed Bumblebee staring and exchanged mischievous smiles.

As Breakdown finished the story the two bots were flooded with questions like "how old were you two when you met?" or "where in Cybertron did you two meet?". Breakdown and Bumblebee had to answer every single one of them. After what felt like an hour of answering their questions the two bots were finally left alone. Bumblebee gave the terrans the day off because he wanted to spend time with Breakdown.

They went racing in the woods near the house As Bumblebee overtook Breakdown he crashed into a tree and injured his leg when Breakdown saw this he immediately transformed and practically sprinted over to Bumblebee. Fortunately he wasn't hurt too bad but walking was kinda hard for him. Bumblebee insisted that he was ok but Breakdown didn't wanna hear it he temporarily patched Bumblebee up, swooped him into his arms which made Bumblebee blush and took him back to the house.

Upon reaching the field Breakdown sat Bumblebee down and patched him up but still he couldn't walk properly.

So for the next few days Breakdown carried Bumblebee everywhere until his leg fully healed up.

Was all this Necessary no but Did Bumblebee enjoy the treatment yes. In these few days Bumblebee did still teach the terrans. Breakdown even checked up on his leg every day till it was fully healed.

Nightshade lent Bumblebee one of his books so Bumblebee sat with his back to a tree and started reading while watching the kids play Breakdown went up to Bumblebee. "Yes?" Asked Bumblebee Breakdown threw his head into Bumblebee's lap he put the book aside and diverted his full attention to Breakdown by lovingly stroking his head.

After a little while Bumblebee had to teach the terrans so they got up Bumblebee pressed a soft kiss on Breakdown's cheek and Breakdown held Bumblebee's face in his servos and gave him a kiss on his forehead and they went to the terrans.

#breakbee #tf breakdown #tf earthspark #earthspark bumblebee #earthspark breakdown #tfe breakdown #tfe bumblebee #breakdown #earthspark #tf bumblebee

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readsofawe · 1 year

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Announcing #ReadsOfAwe 2023! I cannot express how excited I am!

FAQ below:

When is it? Sunset 9/15 to sunset 9/25, from the beginning of Rosh HaShanah to the end of Yom Kippur, also called the Days of Awe (hence the name) Who can participate? Anyone! Jews, non-Jews, big readers, one-book-a-year types, and anyone in between.

What’s the goal? To celebrate Jewish stories during this holiday season! And to encourage folks to read a little bit more. If you would normally read nothing this week, pick up a short story or a poem! If you would normally read one book, try for two. If you would normally read five, try for seven! The hope is that, no matter your reading speed, interests, or knowledge base, there’s a way for you to participate and honor Jewish writing.

What is a "Jewish book"? Now that's a question! For our purposes, we'll define it pretty broadly: anything with a Jewish author, themes, and/or characters. Feel free to engage in heated debate in the comments about what counts!

How do I participate? There's a ton of ways! 🍎 Read Jewish books! You don't even have to tell anyone about it :) 📚 Follow the prompts on the bingo card, and post how many squares you fill 🍎 Share your TBR, reviews, and book photos on Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook, and/or Twitter with the hashtag #readsofawe

📚 Pick up our Buddy Read, The Ghosts of Rose Hill by R.M. Romero, and share your thoughts 🍎 Join our live reading sprints!

What’s the deal with the bingo board? It’s a fun challenge to encourage people to read widely within Jewish literature! Download or screenshot the board and mark off squares when you get them. Feel free to use one book per square OR mark as many squares as apply to each book! Go for a single square, a bingo, a blackout, or just a random pattern! And don’t forget to post your marked-up board when the readathon is over.

What’s a Buddy Read? Everybody who wants to reads the same book—in this case, The Ghosts of Rose Hill by R.M. Romero—and we talk about it! There will be a live discussion on 9/27, and you can also post your thoughts and feelings as you read with the same hashtag, #ReadsOfAwe

What are Reading Sprints? When we all read together on a livestream. Usually they will use the Pomodoro method: 30 minutes of reading, 15 minutes of chitchat, then reading again. Come hang out, it’ll be fun!

What is frum representation? The word frum (literally pious) refers to a variety of Jewish practices and religious movements that prioritize certain kinds of observance—most visibly, modest dress, eating Kosher, and avoiding all work on Shabbat and holidays. For our purposes, frum rep includes characters who are Orthodox, Chabad, or Haredi, or are from historical contexts where those labels don’t apply but their style of observance is similar.

What are MG and YA? MG is Middle Grade—so, books aimed at 8-13 year olds. Think Percy Jackson. Similarly, YA is Young Adult—books aimed at 14-18 year olds. Think The Hunger Games.

What is a TBR? The acronym TBR stands for “To Be Read.” Those are the books you’re planning on reading in a certain period of time—in this case, during the Days of Awe!

If you've got additional questions, feel free to reach out!

#reads of awe #readsofawe #books #readathon #jewish #jewish books #days of awe #amreading #rosh hashanah #yom kippur #lmao i never know what to tag things

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mick schumacher is interviewed ahead of qualifying, azerbaijan - april 28, 2023 (transcription below the cut)

Interviewer 1: "But Mick, welcome. Thanks for joining us. How are you doing?"

Mick: "I'm alright. How're you?"

Interviewer 1: "Yeah, very well, thank you."

Mick: "Awesome."

Interviewer: "We are all excited about this qualifying session that is to come. Do get in touch out there, as well, wherever you are watching, hashtag F1 live. We'll start with Mercedes Mick. That is where you are at the moment. James Allison coming in as Tech Director, coming back to that position; what impact are you expecting that to have?" Mick: "Well hopefully, yeah, a positive one. Obviously James has been part of the team for quite a while and has had some success here, so it's great to have him back." Interviewer 1: "It is, indeed." Interviewer 2: "Mick, you're properly embedded in the team at the minute and there was a real turnaround in form for Mercedes in Australia. Did you really feel that, and did it feel like, inside the team, you turned a corner?" Mick: "Well, I mean, it definitely was a very strong weekend for us and it's good to see that, and we'll have to wait and see how this one pans out but, yeah, hopefully we're on an upwards trend." Interviewer 3: "It's a very different weekend format this weekend, for all the drivers. Massive pressure on everybody; just one hour of practice and then straight into qualifying. You're a Formula 2 champion. We've got a couple of rookies in the field this year who are used to that similar kind of format in Formula 2: one practice straight into quali. Do you think this will suit the rookies?" Mick: "Well, I mean, yes and no. For me, it wasn't long, but I really appreciated the two extra free practices. On the other hand, I think it's a pretty cool format. You know, having two qualifying sessions, it's a lot of action, and yeah, I think that the sprint qualifying, a lot of people will go nuts out there, so we'll find out how it'll be tomorrow." Interviewer 1: "Mick, this track, the characteristics of it are so different. There's almost three distinct sections. It's almost impossible to nail a setup, isn't it, for it? How do you get the best out of the car around here?" Mick: "Well, I guess you have to sort your priorities; what is it that you wanna target? Is it the race, is it the qualifying, is it straights, is it corners, and I think every team will choose something different there and will play on their strength, and hopefully, yeah, we have played on ours." Interviewer 1: "One hour earlier on, but it was heavily interrupted and very limited data will be taken from that. We knew it would be limited anyway, and it's limited even still after the red flag, the yellow flags. What's the feeling in Mercedes, coming into qualifying?" Mick: "I think everybody's quite calm. Everybody's quite, well, concentrated on what they have to do, and I think everybody's, yeah, just excited to get going now." Interviewer 1: "And how much are you enjoying being part of Mercedes, as well? As Lawrence said, fully entrenched within this team. How much are you learning and getting from this and, indeed, feeding back, as well?" Mick: "Yeah, no, it's great, obviously. I'm able to join every meeting and it's been super helpful already. Obviously I want to be racing and driving-that's my aim and that's my goal-but I feel like it's definitely an add-on for me to be here to learn from the best, at the end." Interviewer 1: "Mercedes one of all teams, I think, bringing upgrades here. How does the upgrades, how does this car, suit the track here? As we said, it's kind of difficult to even nail a setup for one part of the track. It changes so much. That's part of its charm, I suppose, around here." Mick: "Yeah. I guess that, you know, it will really, hopefully, shine in the longer races and in the longer sessions. But yeah, it's hard to say, after one hour. The track obviously not cleaned up yet, so yeah, everything is going okay so far and we're just gonna try and understand it further." Interviewer 1: "We had cloud, mist, cooler temperatures this morning. It's now getting a lot hotter as the sun has burned some of that mist away. We're seeing a lot of wind. Of course, it is the city of winds. It's no surprise here in Baku. How does that effect things out on track; the wind and, certainly, the rising and cooling temperatures, as well?" Mick: "Yeah, well, it can catch out people and it can catch out drivers, so yeah, hopefully everybody will be able to get around all the corners just fine and nail the laps, and hopefully our drivers will be able to do that the best."

#mick schumacher #f1 #formula 1 #azerbaijan gp 2023 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #baku #baku 2023 #baku 2023 friday

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trashyswitch · 1 year

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Luigi's Secret

Chapter 9: Hashtag Touch Starved

Luigi wakes up the next morning, and reminisces about old memories from his time in the Mushroom Kingdom. After making Mario some breakfast...they chat a bit more about the truth behind the Tickle Community.

I want to take a moment to wish my newest friend @theybibsxi, a very happy birthday! Congratulations on surviving another 365 days! XD And welcome to the silly squad!

And as for everyone else, I hope you all enjoy!

The next morning…it was bright, and warm…comforting too. If Luigi could think of a brief descriptive explanation for this morning, he would easily say “It felt a little bit like heaven”. Though, that also could’ve been because…It also happened to be Saturday…aka, their weekend off. So knowing it was their weekend, made their morning already better. But…For Luigi…that better morning tripled.

Luigi woke up rather peacefully. He rolled himself onto his back and sighed softly, looking at the ceiling. He felt proud of himself…Like, genuinely proud of himself. He had finally explained his love for tickling to his twin brother. Though it was anxiety-inducing at first, it got so much easier to handle over time. The hardest part was the confession…and he didn’t even need to do that! Luigi only needed to explain the slang and the trade secrets hidden within the community. And…he was proud of himself for doing that.

Luigi couldn’t help the little smile that creeped up on his lips. He could hear the slightly muffled sound of birds chirping outside. He looked at the window, looking to see if there were any birds or parrots sitting on the window sill. But despite the pretty sky and the clouds, the window sill appeared to be quite empty. So, he looked away from the window and lifted his head slightly to look over at the door window. That window showed more of the hills and valleys of trees that surrounded the general house location. Sometimes Luigi still struggled to believe they had found such a beautiful place by accident. Though it took a bit longer for Luigi to see the beautiful side of the Mushroom Kingdom, he was more than awestruck by its beauty and was immediately eager to explore the beautiful, country-like landscape the Mushroom Kingdom provided.

He looked down with a slightly wider smile when he remembered the first time he saw Mario eating a powerup mushroom in front of him. Mario had found a couple brick blocks that were in the way. Eager to get rid of them, Mario pulled out a powerup. And to Luigi’s surprise, it looked like a mushroom! Mario hates Mushrooms! How is he-

…And then he remembered dropping his jaw the moment he saw Mario shoving it down in one bite. HOLY- WHEN DID MARIO LIKE MUSHROOMS?! Just a few weeks earlier, he had complained about tiny, cut up mushrooms being on his plate! And that same person, had JUST EATEN A WHOLE MUSHROOM IN ONE GO! Who is this person?! And what the heck happened to the brother he knew so well?! But when he saw Mario get taller from the powerup, he smiled and crossed his arms. He literally ate a mushroom that had the magical ability to make him taller and stronger. Maybe the need to feel taller and stronger, especially for Mario, was worth the bad taste of the mushroom.

And then Luigi got to try the mushroom…It was the weirdest thing, seeing all his limbs get bigger in a matter of seconds. It scared him at first, to be completely honest. But when he opened his eyes again, he couldn’t believe how much he had grown! And the energy burst! He felt like he could sprint and jump around nonstop for hours! It felt incredible! And overtime, Mario and Peach took their time helping him learn about the power ups and abilities he could have if he found them.

Luigi couldn’t help the silent little laugh that left his mouth when memories of his first fire flower filled his mind. He remembered seeing the fire flower just growing in the grass. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He remembered bringing his hand slightly close to the flower, and feeling its warmth.

And Peach had told him to place his hand closer to the fire. And when he did, his whole hand lit up with fire! Luigi remembered actually panicking at first, thinking the fire was going to spread to the rest of his body and burn him. He remembered he had started shrieking and shaking his arm around, unintentionally causing fireballs to fly absolutely everywhere! Mario and Peach both managed to somehow dodge every flying fireball in order to get to Luigi. And when they did, Mario had to physically hold Luigi’s arm still to stop any more fireballs from leaving his palm while he attempted to calm his brother down.

With Mario and Peach’s help, Luigi soon realized that the fire wasn’t actually burning him. Yes, his arm was on fire…but his sleeves and skin were still perfectly intact. Not only that, but his clothes had actually changed colors as well! And that fact absolutely blew his mind the first time! Finally, Luigi managed to understand that he wasn’t really in danger…and with time, he even figured out how to control this power and shoot the fireballs. It was a learning process that no one had originally thought they needed to prepare for.

Luigi looked over at Mario’s bed, and smiled a bit when he saw Mario tossing a bit in his sleep. Curious, Luigi looked at the time on his clock:

[8:52am]

He smiled and started to get himself out of bed. He walked over to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and started to grab some things from the fridge. He pulled out the eggs, the bacon, the cream, the shaved ham, and the cheese before closing the fridge. In the cupboard, he pulled out the bag of bread. In another cupboard, he grabbed the salt and pepper. And on the counter, he grabbed the butter before grabbing a knife, a fork and a spatula from the drawer. With everything in place, Luigi prepared to make Mario’s favorite breakfast.

Luigi started by putting a smaller pan onto the stove. He sprayed the pan with cooking spray, and walked himself over to the other counter that held his ingredients. There, he cracked three eggs into the bowl like he usually did: one-handed. Luigi poured a small bit of cream into the egg mix, before adding a couple pinches of salt and a tiny sprinkle of pepper. Then, he walked to the pan, turned on the stove, and mixed the eggs all together while he waited for the pan to heat up. When it was warm enough, Luigi poured the egg mix into the pan, and let the eggs settle into its usual circular shape.

While that was happening, Luigi grabbed out a bigger-sized pan, and turned on the heat. Then, he opened up the package of bacon, and placed as many little pieces of bacon as he could into the pan. He managed to fit 7 bacon strips into the pan, before grabbing the tongs and watching it cook for a bit. Luigi put down the tongs, believing he may not need them for a bit. But the moment those tongs touched the counter, a pair of hands poked and squeezed Luigi’s sides.

Luigi shrieked and straightened his back, covering his mouth with shock before letting out little fits of giggles.

The person walked over to the right to look at Luigi. “Good morning, Lu-Lu~!” The person teased, revealing themself to be Mario.

Luigi looked to the right to see his brother. “Gohohohood morning, Mario!” Luigi reacted. He let out a breath of relief as he held his own chest. “I didn’t see you get up. I thought you were still asleep!” Luigi admitted.

“Well I was…” Mario admitted. “But then I heard eggs cracking, mixing, a small bit of sizzling…all the signs of an amazing breakfast.” Mario said.

Luigi nodded as he grabbed the egg pan and flipped the omelette over almost perfectly. Mario chuckled a bit as he saw his brother work with the food almost like a professional chef. “Another thing you get from Mama:” Mario poked his elbow. “Impeccable cooking skill.” Mario added.

Luigi rolled his eyes. “It’s just eggs, Mario. People learn that when they’re 13.” Luigi reminded him.

“You and Mama also have this thing where you can make every activity look so fun and easy…” Mario admitted.

Luigi tilted his head. “I do?”

Mario nodded. “Yeah. Like now, even. You flipped the omelette perfectly without a second thought. The way you hold your spatula makes you look like you’re a natural.” Mario added. “Heck, you could even make homework look fun.” Mario reacted.

Luigi chuckled. “I really don’t mean to.” Luigi told him. “With cooking, I just kinda…let autopilot take over. I know what I’m doing.” Luigi admitted, before chuckling. “And I seriously doubt I could make homework look fun.” Luigi added.

“Maybe not fun, but you made it look much easier than it is.” Mario clarified.

Luigi shrugged his shoulders. “A lot of the math concepts just happened to make sense to me. I’ll still never understand why you hated doing Area and Perimeter so much. Algebra, maybe. But Area and Perimeter?” Luigi added. “And believe it or not, division —no matter how complicated it gets— is basic stuff you need to know.” Luigi added as he sprinkled some cheese and ham onto the omelette.

Mario rolled his eyes. “Says the one who messed up the three there's' all throughout high school.” Mario teased.

Luigi scoffed as he flipped half of the omelette over, and squished it down. “At least I didn’t proclaim with confidence that 4 x 4 = 8…and then explain my thinking by saying ‘I used mental math’.” Luigi teased.

Mario widened his eyes and looked away, embarrassed. That stupid mistake from 6th grade STILL haunts him to this day…

But then Mario looked at Luigi and narrowed his eyes at him. “At least I didn’t tell people that Wednesday was spelled W-E-N-D-S-D-A-Y.” Mario clapped back.

Luigi widened his eyes and froze. He had completely forgotten about that…and now Mario had re-reminded him of that horrifying mistake. It was enough to make him cringe in pain and embarrassment. Luigi shook his head and quickly focused on putting the finished bacon onto the plate. “Maybe I did…” Luigi said. “But we got it correct eventually, right?” Luigi asked.

“The point I was trying to make is…you’re not afraid to show off your skills. And that’s good.” Mario said, reverting back to the old conversation.

Luigi turned off the stove and dumped the bacon oil into a small bowl to harden. “Thank you.” Luigi finished, before grabbing a fork and placing it onto the plate. “Breakfast is served.” Luigi told him, placing the plate in front of him.

Mario took the fork and happily cut a bite-sized piece of omelette with his fork. Popping it into his mouth, Mario visibly relaxed as the eggs practically melted in his mouth. “I…have no idea how you do it.” Mario admitted, cutting another piece of omelette with his fork.

Luigi tilted his head. “Is it really that good?” Luigi asked, a bit surprised.

Mario put the omelette piece he had just cut, right onto Luigi’s unused plate before cutting a third piece for himself. “Try it yourself. It’s SO good.” Mario told him.

Luigi shrugged his shoulders and popped the piece of omelette into his mouth. Luigi took his time processing the taste on his tongue. “Okay, okay.” Luigi replied, covering his mouth somewhat with the back of his hand as he nodded.

“It is taking everything in me to not devour this thing like an animal. I’m not even kidding.” Mario admitted.

Luigi couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth. What is up with all the compliments today? It’s been almost never ending ever since he woke up. The only time they paused the compliments, was so they could tease each other about the mistakes they made in school. And that lasted only a few seconds!

Luigi could feel a slight blush showing up on his cheeks. “Thank you. I’m…” Luigi looked at Mario with genuine contentment in his eyes. “I’m really glad I can use my skills to make you happy.” Luigi expressed.

Mario choked a small bit of his omelette, and looked at Luigi with confusion and slight worry. He swallowed his food. “Are you okay?” He asked.

Luigi nodded his head. “Uh…yeah. Why?” Luigi asked.

Mario pointed at him with the fork. “Because that…did NOT sound like a Luigi response…at all.” Mario told him. “That…actually sounded a lot like the scripted words of an English major, or the outward monologue of a novel writer.” Mario told him. “I think that writer’s influencing you.” Mario teased.

Luigi widened his eyes and chuckled, taking it as a compliment. “Huh…that’s ironic, considering I didn’t even open my phone yet today.” Luigi admitted.

Mario chuckled. “What’s their name again? Something about ‘switch’?” Mario asked.

Luigi blushed and tittered a bit. “TrashySwitch.” Luigi replied. “But she goes by the nickname ‘Pocket’ too.” Luigi replied.

“She?” Mario asked.

Luigi nodded. “Yeah. Pocket is a girl.” Luigi replied.

Mario nodded as took a bite of the bacon. He hummed as he widened his eyes, staring at the bacon for a moment. “Who taught you how to make bacon?” Mario asked somewhat casually.

Luigi looked around awkwardly. “Uhh…Dad did.” Luigi admitted, a small blush showing up on his cheeks.

“You-” Mario swallowed and pointed to the bacon. “You cooked it exactly how Dad did! I think you even chose the same brand and flavor!” Mario reacted. “This is literally bringing back memories of our childhood!” Mario reacted. “How in the-”

Luigi’s blush deepened in shade as he heard his brother compliment him for the upteenth time that morning. “M-Mario…” Luigi muttered.

“What?” Mario asked, before looking at Luigi. Right away, Mario noticed the blush on his face, and tilted his head. “What?” He asked, confused.

“Ihi appreciate the compliments-a Mario, but…” Luigi couldn’t help the little giggle that left his mouth. “Buhut you’re reaching a point where it’s too much!” Luigi admitted. “You keep going, and you’re gonna milk it.” Luigi warned.

Mario narrowed his eyes at him as he smirked. “So I guess compliments make you blush too?” Mario asked.

Luigi looked to the side, nodding his head. “Are compliments a part of the tickle community too?” Mario asked next.

Luigi widened his eyes and felt his blush deepen yet again. “W-What- No, Mario- I-”

Mario wheezed and laughed out loud. “Oho my god- are my compliments putting you into a ticklee mood?!” Mario teased.

Luigi suddenly frowned and started pouting. “......Nooo.” Luigi mumbled.

Mario guffawed. “That’s a lie and a half…” He muttered, taking another bite of his bacon.

Luigi smiled a bit, playing with his overall button while embarrassment took over.

“So…what do you usually do when you’re in a lee...ticklee?” Mario paused before shrugging his shoulders. “What do you do to help your lee mood?” Mario asked.

Luigi bit his lip. “Honestly…I always tried to read those stories and just daydream…” Luigi admitted. “Or I take time to remember memories of being tickled in the past, and just…let myself fall down that wholesome rabbit hole.”

Mario smiled with sadness in his eyes. “That’s the epitome of reading stories about cuddling, and then sitting in your sorrow because you’re not being cuddled.” Mario admitted.

Luigi looked at Mario with shock. He smiled a bit and looked down, a bit of sadness in his own eyes. “Yeah…I…” Luigi bit his lip and leaned on the island. He sniffled as he attempted to hold back his tears. Something about that brief summary really jabbed him in the heart.

Mario looked up at him, showing confusion and a bit of worry. “What…Did I say something wrong?” Mario asked.

Luigi shook his head. “No no, you didn’t. You actually nailed it on the head.” Luigi replied. “But…um…” He let out a breath. “The tickle community is not just a community of people that enjoy being tickled and teased…” Luigi admitted.

Mario nodded and took a bite of his second piece of bacon. “I figured there was more than just a love of tickling involved.” Mario admitted. “So where does the enjoyment come from?” Mario asked.

Luigi scratched his head. “Well…” He thought for a moment. “The tickle community seems to have an appreciation for cuddles, hugs, and other forms of affection besides tickling.” Luigi admitted. “The most common age for the tickle community seems to be people between the age of 12, to 20 years old…which is the age range where parents seem to lessen their physical love with their children.” Luigi told him. “Other tickle community members aged 20 and up, tend to be single or in an online relationship, which drastically limits their ability to experience affection.” Luigi admitted.

Mario bit his lip. “I see…” Mario muttered. “So…when I reached teenagehood, I was ready to move on from physical love from our parents. Not completely, but I didn’t need to be coddled like a toddler anymore. I wanted to be my own person with my own opinions and thoughts.” Mario explained.

Luigi nodded. “I know, I did too. I wanted to become my own person as well.” Luigi said back. “But when I reached adulthood…I began to struggle with being lonely.” Luigi admitted.

Mario looked down, attempting to recall any moments he looked lonely. But…he couldn’t even think of one. “But…you were never alone. We were inseparable our whole lives.” Mario said. “I never wanted you to be lonely. I made sure you weren’t alone.” Mario told him. “Did me being there help you at all?”

Luigi thought for a moment. “It should’ve…” Luigi replied, before shaking his head. “One thing about the community is…I learned that being alone and being lonely are two different things.” Luigi admitted. “I knew that you were there for me, and loved me. But…” Luigi swallowed the lump in his throat that was aching for him to start crying. He tried really hard to keep it together. “I still felt isolated.” Luigi admitted.

Mario popped another piece of omelette into his mouth and put the fork down, before adjusting himself in his chair. “It sounds like you’ve been dealing with this for a lot longer than a year and a half.” Mario admitted, looking at him.

Luigi lowered his hat bill slightly to hide the tears that were threatening to leave his eyes. “Since age 17, I think.” Luigi admitted.

Mario looked up at Luigi, and counted on his fingers from age 17, to Luigi’s current age. Then, Mario froze as he stared at his fingers. “6 years?” Mario asked with shock. “You’ve been hiding this information for 6 years?” Mario asked, his voice filled with shock, with horror painted on his face.

Luigi widened his eyes as he thought about it a bit more. He looked at Mario’s fingers, and was taken aback. “Has it really been that long?!” Luigi asked, not believing the number at first.

Mario blinked, not sure how to react. “I…guess. You said age 17, and we’re both 23 now.” Mario replied. He shook his head as he put his hands down. “But…why didn’t you say anything?” Mario asked.

Luigi chuckled dryly as he hugged himself with a sad smile on his face. He knew Mario was going to ask him that question. He knew it had been coming for ages now. But…that didn’t make his answer any less heartbreaking. He looked Mario in the eyes. “You never liked being touched by anyone other than me. Even then, you didn’t like too much touch. You have your limits, and you made that evident with everyone long ago.” Luigi told him.

Mario softened his expression and looked away, biting his lip.

“So knowing that, I assumed that you never struggled with loneliness.” Luigi admitted.

Mario sighed. “And you assumed correctly. I rarely ever struggled with loneliness.” Mario admitted.

“So…I guess I assumed that even if I told you, you likely wouldn’t understand.” Luigi explained. “So…I never bothered to bring it up.” Luigi admitted.

Mario sighed and fixed his hat. “Honestly…You’re right.” Mario said. “I wouldn’t have understood. And…I still don’t fully understand…because I’m not as much of a touchy-feely guy.” Mario admitted.

Luigi nodded. “But that shouldn’t stop me from trying to understand.” Mario told him. He got out of his chair and walked up to Luigi’s side. “If it’s hugs, cuddles, tickles, any physical affection that you desperately need…” Mario placed his hand on Luigi’s arm. “Then please let me know.” Mario told him.

Luigi looked at Mario, before tilting his head. “But what if I ask too often? And what if I hold you for too long?” Luigi asked.

“Knowing that you need it, will justify both of those questions. Plus, you can’t ask too often. If you need it, then you ask for it.” Mario replied. “And I don’t want you to worry about holding me for too long. It will take a bit of getting used to, but…You’ve accommodated me your whole life.” Mario gave Luigi a big hug. “It’s time for me to accommodate you.” Mario said.

Luigi widened his eyes for a moment, before squeezing them shut and hugging Mario just as securely. He had tried so hard to keep his tears in up until this point. But when Mario hugged him, that’s when the dam finally broke open. Luigi held onto Mario for a few minutes, refusing to let go, even when Mario’s hugging limit would’ve been over by now. He was tired of accommodating other people...and Mario said it’s okay. So…it has to be okay.

Right now…he just really needed to be held.

Mario began to gently rub his back as he let Luigi hug him. The hug was lasting a lot longer than he’s used to. He normally had his limit with hugs, which Luigi knew all too well. However…Mario could sense how much Luigi needed the longer hug. So…Mario let Luigi hug him for as long as he needed.

Luigi let go of Mario after 10-15 minutes, before attempting to wipe his tears away. Mario chuckled and grabbed Luigi a kleenex, before wiping a few of the tears off Luigi’s cheeks with the kleenex. “So…What’s the tickling community really about?” Mario asked.

Luigi chuckled. “It’s…a community of touch-starved people who just want to be hugged, cuddled, teased and tickled.” Luigi replied.

Mario chuckled. “Alright. So you got your hug. So which other options did you want now?” Mario asked.

Luigi tilted his head. “What do you mean?” Luigi asked.

Mario giggled. “What you said to describe the community. Do you wanna be cuddled? Do you wanna be teased? Or do you wanna be tickled?” Mario asked.

Luigi looked down with a smile, feeling the little blush filling his face. “Uuuhuh…” Luigi mumbled. “The…The third one…” Luigi admitted, touching his index fingers together.

“What’s the third one?” Mario asked, crossing his arms.

“...Y-You know…” Luigi mumbled.

“Can you say it?” Mario asked.

Luigi groaned and covered his face with his hands.

Mario laughed at this reaction. “I’m not gonna do anything until you tell me what you want.” Mario let him know.

Luigi uncovered his right eye by splitting his index and middle finger apart. “Hmm?” Luigi hummed.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it for you.” Mario told him.

“B-But-But-” Luigi argued.

Mario shook his head and held up his hands as a warning. “No, no-” Mario smirked. “You want to tell me about this stuff? You gotta say the word.” Mario told him.

Luigi whined and covered up his right eye again. He could feel his blush spreading to the tops of his ears. Mario seriously wanted him to say the word?! Now!? And Mario’s seriously not gonna give him tickles until he says it?! HOW DOES HE KNOW THAT’S A THING IN THE COMMUNITY?!

Luigi finally uncovered his face and looked at Mario. “Iwanttobetickled.” Luigi said as quickly as he could.

Mario raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear that. You were mumbling. Can you say it again?” Mario asked, making it even more embarrassing by cupping his own ear and bringing it closer to Luigi’s face.

Luigi squeaked and covered his mouth, whining in agony. Why must Mario embarrass him like this?! WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS?! HE DID NOTHING! THIS IS SOOO MEAN!

Mario giggled at his reaction, before crossing his arms. “In order for you to get what you want, you’re gonna have to learn to tell me.” Mario told him. “That means learning how to say ‘Tickle’ in a casual sentence.” Mario told him.

Finally, Luigi uncovered his mouth and let out a slow breath. “I would like to be tickled.” Luigi finally managed to let out.

Mario smiled brightly. Wow! The man can do it! It’s not an impossible feat for his brother after all! Mario was thoroughly impressed. But he wasn’t done yet. “What’s the magic word?” Mario teased.

Luigi huffed, feeling a slight bit of embarrassed anger. “Can you please tickle me?” Luigi asked calmly.

Mario smirked as he noticed the anger on his brother’s face. “Nope. Not with that attitude.” Mario replied.

Luigi dropped his jaw and covered his mouth, growling in anger. “MARIO-”

Mario bursted out laughing and held his hands up in arrest. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Mario replied. “I’ll tickle you.” He said, bringing Luigi out of the kitchen and into the bedroom area. “Okay. Spread your arms.” Mario told him.

Luigi looked away, struggling to hide his embarrassment as he brought his arms out beside him. He closed his eyes, waiting impatiently for the tickles to begin.

Suddenly, the fingers touched down right on his armpits! Luigi screeched and bursted out cackling as he felt his body drop to the floor. Mario followed Luigi to the floor, and continued to tickle him in as many places as he had access to. And as you can imagine, the shorter twin had access to a lot of tickle spots. And if he’d be allowed to, Mario wanted to give special attention to every ticklish spot on Luigi’s body.

Meanwhile, Luigi let himself laugh, giggle, squeal and snort all he wanted to. He felt like he really deserved it. As he was tickled, Luigi couldn’t help but notice the feeling of freedom he was currently experiencing. He could finally just laugh his heart out without the need to be cautious or too suspicious. It felt like he had finally opened his wings to finally let himself fly with the breeze. And…it felt overwhelming, but empowering. The time of hiding his secret is finally over.

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