#the down right refusal for goggles. U CANT MAKE ME!!!!!!!!!

[socksandbuttons]

Crashes in- ANYWAY New Mainverse look for the man-

So the Left is what we ended up with the very right is what it was before. his pants fit now. Also an Eclipse comparison for color difference. (his arms colors swapped too thats not seen here but in the previous post.)

Ill just put the old design in my Sun!lunar au

[gh0styyt0astyy]

hm.. now i'm thinkin, right.. with your other two fics of deimos being an absolute little shit, what if either hank, sanford, or both got back at him for it... sanford getting involved would be a pretty big betrayal after helping him out with hank... (ps despite the fact that i did make it before i saw it i'm 99% sure i posted my drawing of dei and san ganging up on hank a couple hours after you posted the fic of them and i'm now unofficially half jokingly declaring it as fanart of that fic because good scenario PFDNKNDGKDJSF)

✨ [Karma’s a bitch] ✨

( HEY I HOPE U DONT MIND I MATCHED THIS UP W/ ANOTHER REQUEST THEY JUST WORKED TOO PERFECTLY TOGETHER )

———————————

⭐️ [Summary] — In which Deimos comes to understand the meaning of “your actions have consequences.” (Lee!Deimos and Ler!Sanford + Ler! Hank)

guess the dude cant take what he dishes out…

key:

deimos

hank

sanford

⭐️ [Warnings] — TICKLE FIC; MILD LANGUAGE; also hank accidentally gets kicked in the face; if you don’t like then please just scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompts:] no. 8 + 10 / hank and sanford get their revenge

✨ Enjoy ! ✨

—————————

If there was one thing that Deimos was good at; it was being an absolute little shit. (Minus his hacking, fighting and semi decent medical skills.) A cocky little shit who was way too good at all of this.

“All of this” being; tasering Hank in the ribs, suddenly grabbing Sanford’s sides and running away, sometimes getting both Hank and Sanford in one good day.

Hank was done with Deimos’ shit, and Sanford just wanted revenge. So that’s what would happen. Sanford was gonna get his revenge, and he knew Hank would want in on that too. (I mean, c’mon. Hank is ALL ABOUT revenge.)

“Hank,” Sanford walked up to the man, poking him in the back. Hank’s shoulders jumped as he turned around quickly, shoulders falling back down but remaining tense. “I want your help.”

Hank stood there quietly, staring at Sanford. It was always so hard to understand what Hank was thinking behind those goggles.

“What is it.” Hank said, tilting his head slightly; Sanford grinned widely before he looked around the place. He grabbed Hank’s wrist (electing to ignore the jolt in Hank’s body) and dragged him to a different room.

“I want revenge.”

Hank perked up.

“I wanna get back at Deimos. You in?”

Hank thought, silently staring at Sanford. (At least, Sanford would assume he was being stared at.) “…So…?”

“What’s your plan?”

Sanford pumped his fist in the air as he leaned up towards Hank.

“Deimos!” Sanford called from another room, causing the other to lift his head from the little tablet he held. “Yeah?” Deimos called back. “C’mere for a sec, will you?” Deimos furrowed his brow. “Uh, sure.” He set down the tablet and headed off towards Sanford’s voice.

“San?” Deimos called out, entering the room he had heard Sanford in. “Over here, Dei.”

It was their storage room. Where the three would usually drop their weapons and stuff for the day before they conked out. “Hey San. What’s up?” Sanford motioned Deimos over. “Come here, I need you to look at something.” Deimos walked over, crouching down next to Sanford. “I thought I saw something glowing in there.” Sanford said, pointing into the closet. Deimos raised an eyebrow before peeking in. Something glowing? “What color?”

“Not sure. Didn’t get a good look at it.”

“Hm.” Deimos hummed. And then he saw it— a dull red glow that shone in Deimos’ face. “What the hell?” The glow got brighter and brighter before—

“AGK! SHIT!”

Hank leapt out of the dark closet and tackled Deimos to the ground, wrestling with him for a moment before Hank overpowered him and kept him to the floor. “GOOD GOD! Holy shit, Hank! What the hell!?” Deimos struggled under Hank’s hold.

“That was easier than it should’ve been.” Was all that Hank said, looking up at Sanford. “Excuse me?” Deimos said, a small tone of offense in his voice as Sanford walked up to stand beside the two. He crouched down with a small smirk on his face, Deimos looked between Hank and Sanford. “What are you two planning?” He asked, suspicion lacing his voice.

“Deimos. You ever heard the saying, what was it… “Karma’s a bitch?” Hank asked.

“…Yeesss…?” Deimos answered, suspicion rising.

“How about the saying “your actions have consequences.”

“Yes Hank, I’ve heard these sayings before. Why are you—“

Suddenly it hit Deimos, the way Sanford sat at his head and took his wrists from Hank’s hands. The way Hank kept him on the floor. “Oh. Oh shit.” Deimos muttered.

“Yeaah. I’m sure you see where this is going.” Sanford said, holding both of Deimos’ wrists with one hand.

Deimos, honestly, was extremely nervous. But he huffed, refusing to show through his facade.

“I wonder how long you can go without laughing.” Hank mused, tilting his head again (in a way that looks threatening, but no harm was showing.)

“I can last longer than you did, Wimbleton.” Deimos said with a huff, flinching inwards on himself at a sudden jab at the spot where his shoulder met with his ribs. “You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s ticklish.” Sanford shot at him, tightening on Deimos wrists as he tugged. “Oh no, you aren’t going anywhere.”

“First of all, I am not ticklish. Second of all, you guys are just wasting your time.” Deimos said, brows furrowing. Hank just stared before looking at Sanford. (In all honesty, Hank had no clue what to do. He’d just follow Sanford’s lead.)

“You aren’t, huh?” Sanford said, poking at Deimos again. Sanford didn’t miss the way Deimos flinched inwards again and (seemingly) bit the inside of his cheek. “Nope. Unlike you two.” Deimos grinned. “Alright then, you cocky bastard.” Hank butted in, latching onto Deimos’ legs. “You obviously wouldn’t mind us doing this, then. Would you?”

Deimos blinked, before seemingly understanding the situation he was in. “Look okay— usually I’d let you two have at it but I- um— okay okAY LISTEN-“ Deimos’ voice raised an octave, nerves jumping in his throat.

This was gonna suck.

“…would an apology make you let me go?” Deimos tried, watching as Sanford and Hank passed each other glances. “No.” Hank said, Sanford just grinned.

“Okay, I’m done waiting. Hank? Y’ready?” Deimos sucked in a breath, nervously. Hank was the master of making people antsy with how long he took to answer. The goggled man nodded.

Deimos tried to prepare himself, but he let out an awkward squawk as Sanford tased and circled on Deimos’ ribs. “AHAHGK—!” He yelped, clamping his mouth shut. Hank kneaded and clawed Deimos’ hips and lower sides. Deimos looked determined to keep any laughter inside. He shook his head. “Noh- nope— I’m naha— I’m not ticklish!” “Bullshit!” Sanford said, tickling the other side of Deimos’ ribs; it earned him a small snort.

Hank didn’t relent from his spots, either. He kept one hand on Deimos’ hips and the other started tweaking the skin of his legs.

“bweAHA- SHIHIT!” Deimos yelped again, trying to move away from Hank’s hand. “Oh? What was thaaaaat, Dei-Dei?” Sanford drew out, earning a frustrated and embarrassed whine from Deimos. “Huh… that’s funny,” Hank said, looking at Sanford, then Deimos. “I thought you said you could last longer than me? You didn’t… lie, did you?”

“I think he lied about a lot of things.”

“I dihihihid nohohaHAHT!” Deimos suddenly squeaked, arching his back before flopping back down. Sanford was vibrating his fingers into his stomach. “waHAHAIT WAHIHIHIT! SHIHIHIT!” Deimos tugged his arms again, trying to release himself from Sanford’s grip. “Lehehet gohoho!” Deimos whined.

“That’s funny, I thought I had said the same thing!” Sanford hummed in thought. “But alas, you didn’t listen…”

“I—Ihihihi’m sahahohorry!” “Hm.” Hank hummed. “You know, laughter in an apology doesn’t make it sincere. I don’t think you are.”

“Cohohohome ohohohon! I dihihihdn’t meEAHAHN IHIHIT—!” Deimos kicked his legs, trying to get Hank’s hands off as he tried to move away from Sanford’s. “Remember when you did this to me?” Hank asked, clawing at Deimos’ hips and sometimes shooting up to his ribs.

Deimos pulled his elbows to his face as best he could, hiding the creeping blush. He squealed when Sanford pinched his stomach. “SAHAHAHANFOHOHORD YOU TRAHAHAHAHITOR!” Deimos belted out loud laughter as Sanford only grinned.

Slowly, the tickling sensations stopped on Deimos’ body, the man in question letting out shaky laughs and breathing. Deimos sucked in a sharp breath as he felt his shirt ride up. “Wait wahAHAHIT WAHAHAIT! Lehehet’s tahahalk about thihihihis!”

Sanford thought, and so did Hank. The two looked at each other before shaking their heads. “Nah.” Was all Sanford said before blowing a raspberry on Deimos’ stomach.

“OHOHOHOHOH SHIHIHIT- OH MY GOHOHOHOD!” Deimos let out, his body going limp while his legs frantically kicked.

It was all fun and games until—

*CRRRRK!*

Sanford and Deimos stopped immediately, after realizing that Hank had accidentally been booted in the face. His goggles having broken and fallen off. If Hank was in pain he sure didn’t show it.

“OHOHO SHIT! Hahahnk! Hahank I’m sorry!” Deimos gasped, sitting up after Sanford had let him go.

Hank laid there on his back for a minute before sitting up and touching his face, already warm with a bruise forming.

“Well. Shit.” Was all Hank said.

“Are you okay?” Deimos asked, Sanford sitting in between them. Hank nodded. It wasn’t the worst he had been through before.

“…Okay, well- I think we all got our revenge?” Sanford said.

With Hank’s new lack of goggles, it was a little easier to see he was, indeed, looking at the other two and thinking. He looked at Sanford with dull eyes and looked like he wanted to say something before standing up. “Sure.” He said, offering a hand to the other two men.

They both stood up, Deimos still giggling slightly. Sanford hit his shoulder lightly. “You liar…” He grinned as Hank picked up his goggles in the background.

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Hey I want to ask for Levi with a fem s/o were she tries to cook for him but while doing it makes a complet mess out of the kitchen.. s/o cant cook but wanted to try for Levi :( scenario if you have time please 🌼

I'm so excited to post this, originally I would have taken another path but these past few weeks I've been thinking about this story a lot and I wanted to write an interesting take on fluff. Hope you enjoy❤️

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Warnings: beware! F L U F F, I wouldn't say this features mentions of PTSD, but anyways it could touch a similar topic

Tags: Hurt/ Comfort, all the fluff.

The nightmare before our fifth anniversary

The devastating sight of a kitchen covered in oil, flour and unevenly chopped vegetables would be enough to make every clean freak in the world, inside or outside of the walls scream in agony but it only sent concerned shivers down to Levi's spine.

He could only feel his poor heart sink as his eyes paced around the room in a panicked state. The unpleasant smell of smoke that came from the fireplace only sent hot rushes of blood to his newly throbbing head.

In a haze, he tried to puzzle the pieces together, to figure out what had actually happened. With a quick check around the small space he was assured that all windows were indeed in perfect condition, not a single crack or scratch adorning them. In addition had been locked when he entered, a fact he was amusingly certain of.

Had this been an attack, surely the attacker must have had entered the cabin someway. The lack of blood and physical struggle around the room though, slowly put his mind at ease as he took a step at a time, heading to your shared bedroom.

Glancing around he found traces of tiny vegetable pieces, some flour -or so it seemed- and water. In many places they were mixed together, creating the weirdest mass of sticky residue; such filth was an unusual decoration to his house yet his cleaning obsession instincts refused to mingle with his thoughts just yet.

"(y/n)?" With the calling of your name he heard a saddened tune. He knew, he definitely shouldn't have felt so relieved to the sound, still your situation was unbeknownst to him, but it was a sign that you were certainly still able to make noises.

As his shaking hand reached to push the wooden door of your bedroom open, he tried to shake all horrible thoughts out of his head.

"You're home early."

His eyes widened at the sight of you, feet sprinting on their own to your direction; you sat with your back against the closet door, your hands scrunched in weak fists resting on your cheeks, just underneath your eyes, wiping rivers of tears. Worry splashed on his chest in ice cold swepts as he kneeled down beside you, taking your hand in his in the process.

It was in that moment that he noticed you were covered in flour and unevenly teeny pieces of chopped vegetables. The sight immediately put his otherwise puzzled mind at work and in a second it had clicked to him. Naturally, it all came to fit in the bigger picture, he was proved wrong on his unitial guess on this being a home invasion.

A failed attempt at cooking, that's what it was.

The way that you burried your face in the flat of your palms was as painful for him to witness as it was for you to endure. You were panicking, the sheer terror of his reaction to the mess of the house bullied the insides of your ribs by twisting and turning them, burning them to the point you had to leave pained whimpers escape you.

It was so hard for you to look him in the eye and admit what you had done. Yet, your own embarrassment wouldn't allow you to torture yourself more than what you had already.

"D-don't yell at me, Levi"

"Now, why would I?"

With an exaggerated movement, his hand came to mingle in the space under your jawline. Another sudden wave of hot salty tears threatened to spill out of the corners of your eyes as you melted under the feathery drag of his fingers across the nape of your neck.

His mellow touch was soothing and comforting; forgiving even. It made your whole body fall into serenity as you leaned your head into his palm. Your own hand came to palm under his, your chest letting out a pleased hum as your furrowed brows finally curved upwards in a relieved manner.

"There was a time I knew how to cook. Before all that." you spoke low, voice barely over a whisper as your throat threatened not to hold back the lamp of cries that had gathered at the depths of it. "All I wanted was for us to have a nice anniversary dinner Levi."

You couldn't bear to look him in the eye just yet; your heart hammered inside your chest, anxiously preventing you from ensuring another comforting antic of his to yourself despite your need for it.

You hated yourself for not being able to exceed this simple domestic mission.

"It's fine," he eagerly spoke, his tone mimicking yours "you didn't have to cook on your own. We could just go to a nice restaurant."

"No, Levi! I wanted to make you those duck stuffed eggplants that you like! Why am I so useless that I can't even cook? Seems like all I know is how to put on odm gear and kill Titans while I'm at it."

His other hand came underneath yours. After having finally trapped your hand in between his fists he dragged your mingled hands to your chest, resting them right on top of your heart. Your pulse tightened, your heart threatened to spill in gory manners from the gaps between your ribs, this action was all too familiar to you, all too traumatic for you to momentarily try to endure. It struck you, though, in between coarse breaths and a sudden realisation that plastered wide shock in your eyes that this wasn't a salute. His slow hands wouldn't let go of yours; through your chasted breathing he could feel your whimpering heartbeat, the feeling causing the hair on the back of his neck to rise.

When, at last, your eyes fell into his the silence in the room became overbearing, the familiar buzzing that emitted from such lack of sound was sending your thoughts into a haze as your chest started to pulse with an all familiar warmth.

Surely enough your head wanted to guilt trip you and maybe pester you for not being able to simply mix ingredients together, but your heart ever melting under Levi's affections was invested in its counterattack against your intoxicating brain. When he finally batted his eyes, a little too loudly at it, to prepare your ears to endure the sudden incoming words he was about to utter, you goggled at him desperately. As if you were asking for forgiveness your eyes watered again, a whole new wave of tears shaking you whole.

"Please allow me to drown those tears, we'll prepare a meal together alright? I will show you how." He whispered and crashed his body onto yours respectfully, his chin now sat at the space between your neck and your shoulder. It was a much necessary physical connection that you would never get enough. The warmth that spread from his whole body through every aspect of him that was in contact with you was enough to help you feel anew. Had you previously melted under his touch, now you felt like you were ready for be molded, your existence flickering between the consistencies of melted wax and gooey sand.

In addition to his soothing words, the achingly beautiful gesture that still sat on the left side of your chest burnt holes through your shirt and your skin. His eyes on you were gleaming as if he had ordered the outside world to come to an alt, everything in you screamed for his calloused hands to get a good grip of your heart while he was at it. It should serve him as a well deserved trophy in a solo collection, him the rightful owner of your heart could do as he pleased it so long you could feel him hold you like that.

"Could I take one hand out of our grasp to bring close to me properly?"

Your answer was inaudible, yet he manages to figure it was of positive nature due to the short nod of your head in the name of his neck. He prompted himself a few inches back, despairate not to break much contact with you and reluctantly unleashed his right hand from yours. Before you managed to protest of the prolonged departure of his body on yours though, his hand shot tenderly on your cheek, cupping the soft skin in an urging motion.

The kiss he planted on the apple of your cheek was followed by another on your eyelid, he tired to ignore the ticklish feeling caused by your lashes brushimg against his contact sensitive lips but it was to no avail, a smuh had made it to his mouth before he manages to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"I really love you Levi, I'm glad you're in my life, I say this type of things every single year but-"

Your words were cut short as soon as they had began to form, only as his lips slammed against yours. In a matter of seconds he was moving feverishly, gluttony defining his earth shattering kisses and not even for a second did you hold back in returning the actions with fiery passion.

"I don't speak of this often," out of breath, he pulled back "but I do love you, so very dearly."

Before he could process the endearing look in your eyes, you pulled him in for a kiss once again, lips trembling to meet up with your hearts expectations. If there was a way to show him how you loved him this was it, the soft mingling of each other as you bit and sucked and fought for his lips to never leave yours, pressing his head impossibly close to you.

You knew what your answer should be, a short telltale of the way he made you feel a few moments ago would serve your feelings justice before you could press your aching lips on his once again.

"You could do as you please with my heart and I'd thank you, please don't ever leave me!"

"I won't, I promise. I couldn't be able to push forward without the one who holds my own heart."

Tags: @sasageyowrites @levisbrat25 @alrightberries @nobody-knows-anymore @miss-consulting-timelord am I forgetting anyone?? Pls I'm not good with taglists

[aceloha]

What if I.... posted info dump where I ignored English literature rules? Haha just kidding.... unless

JUMPING RIGHT IN- Basically Goggles and the rest of blue team are wizards that are on the spirits good side. They are able to activate havens and have worked with cursed inkilomgs and ocotlings to resolve their issues with the spirits. So imagine Goggels’s joy when he learns about an entire village riddled with cursed people! He finds himself in the market road, seemingly the busiest place in the village, and declares to the curious crowd that he is here to free them of their curses. To which he is met by a sea of laughter. “You think we haven’t tried that?” Mask will pipe in. “If that was a thing we could do, we wouldn’t be hiding out in the middle of the woods, now would we?” Aloha giggles. Goggles is all flushed. He genuinely wants to help these people but they already gave up hope. But his hasn’t failed yet! He arrived about noon, so the rest of the day is spent asking people about their curses and getting an understanding of the towns folk. The sun begins to set and the roads quickly empty. Now Goggles finds himself just standing their. Alone. Until rider sprints past him. “H-HEY WAIT!!!!” He calls. Rider screeches to a halt “CANT IT WAIT, SIR-SPARKS-ALOT?!” Goggles pauses trying to understand what the hell that meant before shaking his head to regain his train of thought “Is there like? An INN? I wasn’t expecting everyone to leave so earl-“ Rider cuts him off “no. There’s not. Remember the whole cursed thing?” he mumbles something rather offensive under his breath and begins to take off again before Goggles calls out to him “CAN I STAY WITH U THEN?!” Rider quickly turns to look at the guy he was dealing with, seeming to study him and somehow maintain peeved and hasty. He glances towards the sun which is just barely visible above the tree line. He grunts “FINE! But you better not slow me down!” And once again resumes his sprint, Goggles trying to keep up behind him, pinching his hat for dear life.

Rider leads him to a cottage a bit of ways out of town and upon entering he is “greeted” by 3 other inklings (Army, Mask, and Skull). They all just kinda stare at goggles who awkwardly waves and smiles. “Your’re really pushin it tonight....” Mask brings his attention away from Goggles to give Rider a condescending look. “I know I know, I just had some things to do and this guy held me up-“ he cuts himself off and presses his palms into his temples. He quickly exits and Mask calls back “ ‘Lo’s already asleep, by the way!” He then returns to studying Goggles who is standing in the doorway of a random cottage filled with cursed people that clearly don’t have a routine involving him, and can’t hide this in any way shape or form. It’s Army that caves from the awkward tension. He kicks at an empty chair next to him. “Sit.” Goggles doesn’t argue. After taking his spot, he looks up towards the hall Rider had exited in. “Is he going to be okay?” he asks nervously? “Yea, he’s just uhh... transforming....” Mask looks away from the table. Goggles stares him down, trying to piece together the words he had just heard “.....what?” Almost on cue, i sheep enters the room from the same hall Rider exited through. “Y. You guys just got sheep in here?” Goggles leans over to get a better view. Skull doesn’t even look up from his book “That’s Rider.” Goggles immediately bursts out of his chair “YOUR CURSE IS SHEEP!?” Rider takes a few steps back “ah. It’s uhm. A bit worse.” Goggles crouches down and pulls out a make shift booklet “Tell me!” Rider takes a moment to decide if this is really worth it. It is. “Basically what happened was I was a part of a ceremonial group to thank the spirit of bounty. Unfortunately, we had gotten lost in the fog and I took command of the group despite not being the leader. What I didn’t know what the spirit of greed was present and this was all to their plans. I led the group to.... a slaughter. I was able to get away and made it to bounty’s shrine. Lacking the required service. They where angered by my decisions and how I was the only one to fall for greeds tricks and didn’t even try to save my fellow worshipers. They cursed me so that I could no longer feel strength in myself, trapping me in the body of a lamb at night. And if I do try to find power in this state I will be punished.” Goggles is fascinated and craves all the information he can possibly get “what do you mean by punished?” he still has a goofy smile on his face and is prepared to write more information down. Rider is rather blunt with this one “You see these horns? Small and useless yea? Well, if I seek power they will rapidly grow. And grow. And burrow throw my eyes, forever blinding me both in and out of this form”Goggles freezes “ah. Du-duhm ho-ho-hokay! Cool cool. Very cool. Uh what about y’all!” He quickly stands up and desperately awaits the other threes response.

Army stares down at the table “I was displeased with the spirit of fauna because they where reluctant to grant me and my comrades the food we needed for winter. Harvest day was near and I decided to take maters into my own hands. I attempted to make a deal with them. And while where granted our food, it rotted within a number of days. Out of anger I took the freshest appealing squash and coated it in a poison and left it at the spirits shrine as an “offering”. The next moon, I was awoken by a burning pain through my whole body, and the spirits presence. They explained me that I was already risking myself, forcing them to give us our rations and attempting to poison them was my down fall. I fled my village before sun rise, all the while the poison intended for them was eating away at my skin. Now, I must always give back to the land what I take, otherwise the gaps will gr-“ goggles cuts him off “OK OK I GET IT! YOU HAVE WHOLES IN YOUR SKIN AND THEY CAN GET WORSE CUZ YOU TRIED TO POISON A SPIRIT-WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!” “I WAS ANGERED AND I DIDNT KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES!” Army still refused to make eye contact.

“Ok ok ok YOU! What about you? I’m sure not everyone has a gruesome backstory!” Goggles points to Mask, who interns chuckles “I went to the shrine of power-” goggles drops his booklet and drops his head into his hands and groans from behind them “... Yep. The spirit caught me. They said they could give me the power I was looking for, at a cost. I declined.” cue another sorrowful moan from Goggles “they cursed me so that if I ever breathe the night air, I become a disfigured monster, trillions of eyes, stretched limbs, melty, all that good stuff. And I won't be able to control myself. It'll last till day beak and that’s kinda it. Oh, but please note that transforming into it is the most painful thing. The limbs rapidly contorting and growing, ur entire insides churning all at once. And then the eye thing-” Goggles holds out a hand “stop. Just. Just stop.” Mask chuckles.

“What about that Aloha guy? What, he just has like, sleeping beauty vibes?” A silence falls onto the room “....he tried to steal from the spirit of life’s shrine-” Mask happily adds to which Goggles lets out an anguished sigh. “Yeeeeep! Basically, his whole shmuck is that he wasn’t aware enough of life itself so he has to fall asleep before sundown and- you remember how his arms and legs where all wood-y from earlier? Ya so they become roots and all his remaining energy is given to the earth. BUT if he doesn’t fall asleep before then, the wood grows. And if left unchecked, it will fully encase his, trapping and him and then growing inside him, till he no longer has any energy and the wood will grow and he becomes a willow tree!”

Goggles doesn’t even look up from his book, just tapping his pen against the table over and over. “And what about you” he sighs, motioning to Skull. “..... I tried to kill the spirit of the heavans.” Goggles drops his pen “ they didn’t give me any exceptions like these guys. So now,” he removes his gloves to reveal a black and red burn that’s crawling up his arm “this is the hand I tried to kill them with, this is the hand that kills me. This stuff slowly spreads, no matter what, and when it covers my whole body. Well. You can take a guess...” Goggles is left baffled. All these inkling had fucked up much worse then he had thought. He fiddles with his hat before closing his book. “Ain’t gonna lie. You guys suck. BUT it is my duty to save u! So what do ya say? LETS GET STARTED ON MAKING IT UP TO THE SPIRITS!!!” The room is once again silent before mask burst out laughing “I say, we go to bed and deal with ur weird hero complex tomorrow” Army stands up and makes his way twoards the staircase by the door, the rest following. “H-HEY COME OOOON! Guys I need to help you! GUYS!” Goggles awkwardly trails behind

And yep yep ya that’s all lol. Also if u actually read this I love u come here let me kiss u on the cheek 💖