#which i guess is being stubborn........................gah

[idledee]

may i ask how u juggle ur academic workload and drawing? 🥺

i fear the answer is never getting a full nights sleep and accepting you cant have both.... (currently consistently having average/below avg academic performance and flopping on social media :P )

[smilingangel582]

Like a mouse?

Heeyoo... long time no see. I did get questions about bl stories I like watching. So, I'll write one soon guys! I proooomise!

Again, Yuki Sohma is my baby. I like him, he's my mouse! Squeaky cutie!

So enjoyyy and also warning spoilers alert!

Student Council duties are in utmost priority. He missed a lot of free time with Tohru Honda and the rest of the Sohma family. Kyo constantly tackled him to duels, which are futile and worthy in competing, yet the other would not stop being so degrading.

Yuki wanted to have a day off, at least today. Hence, Machi agreed to sort out the duties in the clash of drama club practice and basketball practice. This is something he already fixed and it's their duty to initiate while he could relax in the room letting his head sink.

The door opened, Yuki had no energy to lift his head, but he he let out a muffled question, "You guys back already?"

"Nope, just me Yun-Yun".

A groan slipped from the rat's lips. He lifted his head to see Kakeru grinning like a mischievous Cheshire cat.

"Manabe... what is it?"

Scoffing, he placed the two cups of coffee on the desk in front of him. "Rude also... I came here to accompany you ice princess"

Ice princess?

Yuki blinked in irritation "um what?"

Kakeru shrugged. "First of all, you're cold as ice... It's hard to think you ever lighten up except being polite to fangirls, kouhais, and senpais (upper-classmen and underclassmen)..." he stated rather scientifically."Then my second analysis, you are pretty cute and effeminate like a princess... so that ends my observatory report,"

Yuki's left eyebrow twitch, but then he felt light in heart, though he answered a little rigidly, "Honestly Manabe, sometimes I wonder how serious you can be,"

Kakeru gave a smirk "Well Yun-Yun, I'm serious when I need to be... buuut..."

Kakeru leaned forward to get a good look at Yuki's face as if he wanted to study something. Yuki stepped back from leaning against the desk when this happened "w-what?"

"I never seen you laugh before... not the fake princely and elegant chuckles you give... the real deal, dear friend"

Yuki sighed, resting his elbow on the desk as his palm rested on his chin, unable to understand the latter. "Are you always this incohesive?"

Kakeru huffed. "You better watch it, pal. I'm gonna make you laugh till you squeal like a girl!"

Yuki felt a shudder now "I'd rather not participate in such-"

"Look at this!"

Yuki stared at the odd face Kakeru made, smudging his cheeks, rolling his eyes. It was genuinely hilarious, but Yuki had his pride to hold. He shook his head. "If you think that's gonna make anyone laugh, then you already lost"

Kakeru was hyped, excited for a challenge. "I see... so you're that stubborn type,"

Kakeru almost broke Yuki with the impersonations of Nao and Machi... Yuki had to giggle at the final one where he mimicked Nao losing his mind, squatting so low to exaggerate his height.

"Ah gotcha! You giggled!"

Yuki's light smile dropped now "I did not..."

"To think I managed to make you titter is a great achievement, still... I guess I should use my trump card now..."

Yuki had no time to react. He may be stronger, but Yuki wasn't on guard when Kakeru tackled him to the ground.

"Hey w-what the?"

"Tickle attack!"

Yuki suddenly felt the touch of fingers at his sides. He snapped his lips shut with a gasp. Kakeru was now interested. "Oh? What was tha5 Yun-yun? Are you struggling with something to say?

Yuki shook his head, feeling the fingers crawl up to his armpits, which he tried to hide. In all honesty, he felt himself break a little, "G-gah! Ma...manabe s-stohop!"

Kakeru heard it. "Another adorable giggle... wait, wait, wait... you can make noise like that??? So cute!"

So much for strength in martial arts. He was too weak to flip their positions. Yuki yelped when Kakeru slid his fingers down to his ribs, but just stayed there digging into the ribs as if he feeling them. "What ahare you doing, idiot?"

"Oh? Hold on... hold on. " Kakeru's taunting tone infuriated Yuki, he whined under his lips, striving to hide his sensitive ribs."Yuki~ I think... I....found... -IT!"

With that, Kakeru prodded the back of his ribs mercilessly, and Yuki broke immediately into sweet lovely giggles. "Nohohoho! Mahahaha...Mahahanaabeee! Stohohop, ihihit!"

"Finally breaking that resolve of yours... You sure have a cute smile..." but when Kakeru wiggled his fingers properly Yuki squeaked loudly and curled to the side.

Kakeru was shocked. "W-wait... did you just squeak?"

Yuki blushed immediately more form embarrassment "Ahahahaha stohop! Mahaha...AHAHA GAHAHAD KAHAHAKERUUU!"

Kakeru almost wavered when Yuke yelled his name. He felt a flutter of happiness when Yuki begged like a child, giggling and squeaking so endearingly.

"Like a mouse? Oh, you are cuter than that!" Kakeru cooed now firmly gripping his hips, getting kore effective sqeals and squeaks.

"YOHOHOHOU WIHIHIN! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT, PLEHEHEHEASE!" Yuki began to get wild and squirmy, Kakeru knew he had to limit it

"YOHOHOHO WIHIHIN!!!!"

Kakeru, after an eternity, let Yuki go, who curled up to more begging and giggles.

The mouse turned to him with a glared, but the residual giggles trembled from his lips.

'Whahhat wahas that fohor?"

"I felt like breaking your walls... sorry ... you were too cute,"

Kakeru mumbled when a warm smile, Yuki flushed red, seeing Kakeru slightly and equally shy. Yuki growled. "Cut it out, I'm not cute..."

Unless Yuki misunderstood Kakeru's current mood, he didn't know what happened to Kakeru now. Looking now, he noticed the other guy latching his fingers to his sides. Yuki let out a startled squeak, making Kakeru snicker. "Quit it!"

"Aren't you adorable-!"

"AHHHRGH!"

The suddent shriek was from behind as Kakeru had his wrists tugging at Yuki's above his head. The situation from the outside looked weird to Nao, Kimi, and Machi, who stared with surprise.

Yuki blushed harder. "Ihits not what you guys think!" Kakeru got off and laughed nervously."Chibi! Hey, we were just playing-"

"I HAD IT! IM SURROUNDED BY IMBECILES!"

Yuki didn't know how to explain the situation. Yet he looked at Kakeru and then smiled fondly. Maybe he could lighten his ice barriers once in a while with him.

[doctorguilty]

Gah

I really hope I stop being sick before my partner gets here :') everyone else in the house got over their stuff, they even got antibiotics. I didn't think to go to the doctor because the first cold did seem to clear up, but then I got hit with the second one just days after (which I thought was allergies at first..), probably a sinus infection, and this one is more stubborn. I won't have time to go before I go get my partner in new york in a few days. There's just nothing I can do about this stuff. I barely leave the house, it's usually once a week on average, sometimes less than that. But my grandparents are out frequently and will bring stuff home and make no effort not to spread germs, they won't wear masks, won't stop open mouth coughing everywhere, and so on... So it's nearly impossible for me to be getting these infections on my own. And they get better faster. Everyone does because I'm the one that's immunocompromised. It sucks. I don't want to get my partner sick. But I guess they've been out and about and working and whatnot, and doing fine so.. maybe it won't affect them at all..

In April I finally see the rheumatologist..

Oh also I haven't gotten groceries in ages because my grandparents leave for the store without without me so I'm just running out of stuff to eat again -_- I've been really hungry basically all week and that's probably not helping me recover but. What can I do. Yesterday's meals were a bowl of edamame, half the small loaf of bread I made, and instant Ramen. All the food groups, surely

If I had more unobstructed use of the kitchen I could in theory like, make an actual meal entirely from scratch but, I don't usually, and it's too much to do all in my room with my hot plate. Also it's really really hard to scrounge up the energy to so that anyway when I've been hungry and tired.. and sick for multiple weeks

My life sucks dick and balls

[estellamiraiauthor]

The Stars May Rise and Fall: The Annotated Re-read (Chapter 20)

So, Chapter 20! According to my Kindle we are 45% of the way done with the book, but there are only 34 chapters… these chapters are definitely getting longer as we go, and I think that’s a good thing. I think the last half of the book is much better written than the first half, but that’s probably something to discuss in Chapter 21. As always, spoilers under the cut!

This is a really important chapter, because I think this is really where Rei decides he’s not going to have any secrets from Teru anymore, and the relationship dynamic really changes completely. But that’s getting a little ahead of myself… we start with Teru leaving the party at 2am or so, needing to apologize to Rei no matter what. I’m actually not sure why he doesn’t CALL Rei… he just goes to his apartment and starts ringing the doorbell, which seems like kind of an odd choice. I’m not sure if there was a reason for it or not. Maybe the idea was that he didn’t think Rei would answer if his name came up? I don’t know. But after a lot of knocking and ringing the doorbell, Rei DOES answer. He says he was asleep… I’m not sure if that’s true, but he was definitely at least in bed, TRYING to sleep, and probably takes so long getting to the door because he has to get the minimum amount of “dressed” that he needs to be to feel comfortable doing so. This was something I was careful about throughout… with all of the characters but especially with Rei, because how he dresses, the extent to which he feels he needs to “disguise” himself says a lot about his  emotional state in any given scene, and about how much he trusts Teru and whoever else might be present. So here I think he had to make some quick choices, because he DOES want to answer the door (that stubborn hope again!) before Teru gives up and leaves, and that means he doesn’t have time to get fully dressed. He’s DEFINITELY not opening the door with his face exposed, so he puts on the mask, but then just throws on a long hooded cloak over whatever sweats or pajamas he was already wearing. I think I’ve already said this, but Rei letting his guard down and being (at least a little) casual is one of my favorite things ever. So, Teru is definitely not “wishy washy” here, he pretty much insists that Rei give him another chance, and Rei doesn’t honestly put up much of a fight…. GAH after everything he’s been through he’s STILL FREAKING HOPEFUL and still freaking in love with drunk disaster boy Teru. Little random thing I agonized over and still probably got wrong here: I said the mask was held on by “theatrical adhesive” which is probably a pretty damn stupid choice if he wants to make sure it’s not going to fall off no matter what and also not further irritate his already fucked up skin. I am still not really sure what the reasoning for that was, or if there was any at all. Probably should’ve gone with straps or something but… eh. I guess it’s a relatively small thing to ask readers to suspend disbelief on? Another thing I agonized over was what, exactly, Teru WAS going to say when he does get his second chance to look at Rei and accept him as he is. It’s always one of my pet peeves when (usually in fanfic) whoever the Phantom character’s love interest is takes one look at his (supposedly) horribly disfigured face and just smiles and says “Pffft, is that all?” (Now, I will say that there ARE situations where that MIGHT work… like if you’re going to write a Christine who’s an ER nurse or something, yeah, she’s probably seen WAY worse… but in MOST cases that’s not going to be the reaction, and it certainly wouldn’t be in character for Teru.) Teru also has to know that Rei isn’t going to like it if he tells a blatant lie… so it was really important that what he says is both kind and honest. So he says, “It’s not as bad as you think it is.” Which… is definitely true. Yeah, it’s not pretty, but absolutely nothing in the world is as horrible as Rei THINKS he looks. And then the next thing Teru says is ALSO true. He says “You’re beautiful,” but I think if he had said that FIRST, it wouldn’t have necessarily been true. Here, he’s SORT of talking about looks… he is physically attracted to Rei, after all. But he definitely means “beautiful” in a broader sense here. There are a couple more things I like about this scene… I LOVE how Rei turns his head at the angle that would make his hair fall into his face if he were wearing a wig (even though he isn’t here). But the most important thing that happens here is, of course, his double confession to Teru: That Saki, one of the bandmates whose names Teru just found on the wall, was his partner, and that Rei “killed him.” Now. I don’t really think that’s true, but I do think it’s the sort of thing where he’s never going to really know. It wasn’t his fault as in, the other driver was MORE at fault. But could he have reacted a split second faster? Could he have done something, anything differently that would have somehow saved Saki’s life? Maybe. He’ll never know, and it’s understandable that that’s a heavy weight to bear. And it’s a heavy thing for Teru, too, I think… I know some people don’t like stories where the main character has to “compete with a ghost” but… I think this is just a realistic thing. If you’re still in love with an ex you broke up with (or were broken up with), yeah, you need to get over them before getting serious with someone new. But Rei never fell out of love with Saki, and he SHOULDNT. And he SHOULDNT BE EXPECTED TO. And you don’t have to only love one person ever, or even only one person at a time. This isn’t really a poly situation or anything but actually yeah it IS sorta like that, because what Rei ultimately needs to do is realize that living Teru doesn’t diminish his love for Saki—he can love them both 100%. And Teru has to realize that Saki is always going to be a part of Rei’s life, and that that absolutely isn’t a threat to the relationship they have. It drives me BONKERS that people can’t accept that… but whatever. If you don’t like stories like this, don’t read it?

I actually don’t remember why or at what point Saki came to be a part of this, but it was EARLY. I can’t even think of any other Phantom stories where the Phantom character is a “widower” (Rei and Saki weren’t married because it’s STILL not legal in Japan, but not having a legal marriage certificate doesn’t change the emotional weight of it), so I don’t really think it was a direct homage to anything, but I knew very early on that this was something that would be important to the backstory of this character.

ANYWAY… Teru decides they both need to get some sleep—he has a magazine interview the next day and Rei is just exhausted and miserable—and offers to sleep on the couch again, but Rei shows him to the bedroom. So, let me talk about the bedroom. This was a nod to Leroux, where Erik sleeps in a literal coffin, in a room decorated like a funeral parlor. Rei’s parallel to this is a hospital bed (or whatever you’d call that kind of bed when it’s not actually located in a hospital) in a room full of various medical supplies. I think this was kind of supposed to be a commentary on how people view disability, even today. The most obvious personal inspiration for this came from  several different people I know who became disabled as adults, and other people’s reactions (usually when the person in question wasn’t around) saying things like “what a shame, what a loss, he was still so young”… and that kind of thing has always felt WRONG to me… they’re still alive, why are we talking about them as if we’ve lost them?

BUT... it’s understandable that people feel that way, because it’s a cycle. If someone grows up around people saying things like that, then it’s maybe not unavoidable, but understandable, if and when that person grows up to believe the same thing. I think it’s a little more than that with Rei (hence why he goes SO overboard), too, in that his entire identity was tied so strongly into being beautiful and physically skilled, and so he really sees his life as “over” in a sense. Of course, that does start to change as he meets Teru and starts to get excited about the future again... but the sort of “hospital room” does represent for him, at least at one time, the “death” of who he was before, and sort of stands in for the Leroux coffin in that sense.

Teru is still a bit saddened by everything, from the room to the shower the following morning... the only shampoo Rei has is cheap shampoo and conditioner in one because that’s what we used to wash synthetic wigs when I worked at a costume shop. :P But even though they’re both still kind of ableist as hell and Saki is still sort of standing between them, the end of the chapter IS a turning point in the relationship, because this is probably the first time things end kind of normally between them... Teru has to go to his interview, but they agree to see each other again in a few days for an actual, planned, date.

WHEW. That was kind of long, but this chapter was kind of long too.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Wake up!

Ok so with the rerun of the persona gacha I've been grinding on Bandori for a few hours now and since the cards focus on Afterglow I've been paying more attention to them. And omg Mocha is such a funny 'lil character LOL. Such a scrunkly 'lil weirdo I already love her so much. In one of the area convos with Tsugumi she just randomly fell asleep while still standing so this fic is based on that.

This is my first bandori fic so go easy on me aisjakshjshs

Hope y'all enjoy~!

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Mocha x Tsugumi (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Mocha

Ler: Tsugumi

Warnings: Tickles!

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After a long day of school, Tsugumi and Mocha met up at their usual spot in the downtown area. Where they would then head on over to band practice. But Mocha got a bit distracted by the sweet scents from the nearby bakery. "This smell is so relaxing. All those pastries smell so good...".

"Yeah they really do-" Tsugumi stopped mid sentence when she heard soft snores coming from the blonde. Mocha felt so relaxed that she somehow managed to fall asleep while still standing. Tsugumi couldn't help but feel amazed by it, but if she slept any longer they'd be late for band practice. "Mocha wake up" she gently shook her by the shoulder but the other just started to snore louder. She tried again once more, being a bit more rougher "Mocha, rise and shine!" but still no response. "How can I get her to wake up?...". Tsugumi got lost in thought for a while until the answer slapped her in the face. This special technique always worked like a charm on a sleepy Mocha. Tsugumi smirked as she started to poke the sleepy girl's tummy. "Mocha wake up~" she said in a sing-song voice.

Mocha slightly jolted at the pokes, a soft smile threatening to form on her lips. But she remained in her deep slumber. Looks like Tsugumi was gonna have to crank things up a bit. She started to softly scribble up and down her sides, which earned more of a reaction.

"...ehehehe!" soft, sleepy giggles made their way out of Mocha's mouth. She even tried swatting away at Tsugumi's hands while still asleep. The brunnette couldn't believe how stubborn her partner was being.

"Guess I'll have to use my secret weapon... Ticki ticki tickle~" she teased as she softly dug her fingers between Mocha's ribs.

"GAH!" she let out a startled gasp as her eyes shot open. Instantly clamping her arms down to try to protect her sensitive ribcage.

"About time you woke up!" exclaimed Tsugumi as she kept on playfully poking the tickle spot.

"Okahay I'm uhup! Stahahap it!" Mocha folded on herself as her laugh got more bubbly and bright. A soft blush spreading across her cheeks from the scene.

"You suuuure~?" Tsugumi knew they had to go to band practice but she couldn't help but mess with her partner a bit more. She playfully scribbled all over her ribs, wherever her fingers could reach. Enjoying the cute reactions the blonde produced.

"GYAHAHAHA! Y-YEHEHEA!" Mocha screeched in laughter as she slapped a hand over her mouth, while trying to swat at Tsugumi with her other one.

"Oh alright hehe" Tsugumi stopped the tickles "but if you fall asleep again you know what's coming~" she teased as she playfully wiggled her fingers towards her partner. Mocha gulped at the sight, her blush getting deeper as she averted her gaze.

"L-Let's just go to practice..." she said as she dragged Tsugumi away. She couldn't help but watch out for those wiggly fingers just in case. Then again, it's not like she minded it. She couldn't stop thinking of the events that just went down. Maybe she'll fall asleep on purpose to provoke her wrath once more.

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I think this ended up being pretty cute~!

I hope to write more bandori fics in the future :)

[theartofdreaming1]

Here is my attempt at portraying Peeta’s camouflage skills convincingly 😅😅

As usual, my thoughts regarding this week’s prompts and random thoughts on chapters 19-21 are below the cut.

heart

While I love all the banter between Katniss and Peeta, I think my favorite of these three chapters is: “Trust me. Killing things is much easier than this,” I say. “Although for all I know, I am killing you.” “Can you speed it up a little?” he asks. “No. Shut up and eat your pears,” I say. A classic 😄

mind

I always imagined that Cato went after Thresh before coming for Katniss and Peeta because a) Thresh took the backpack for District 2 (which contained the body armor that would make dealing with Katniss’s arrow so much easier) and b) Thresh killed Clove and Cato wanted to avenge her... Although I have no idea how Cato ended up killing Thresh... he was doing pretty well for himself in his grass-y area... Maybe the Gamemakers wanted to punish Thresh for not killing Katniss and generated that thunderstorm and rain to force Thresh out of his refuge, which would give Cato a fair chance to kill him, I guess...

soul

Lol, honestly, since Peeta just generally seems to be motivated by kindness and love/caring, I don’t think it took much for him to keep the star-crossed lovers angle alive (I could easily imagine him actually noticing Katniss in the willow tree early in the Games and offering to take care of the District 8 girl, so the Careers would get the hell out of there, away from Katniss)

Chapter 19:

Peeta, who’s been wounded, is now my ally. [...] I’d loathe any tribute who didn’t immediately ally with their district partner. Besides, it just makes sense to protect each other. - Honestly, this just highlights what a kind person Katniss is, despite her aloof front; her innermost instinct is always to stick together and to protect. Because it doesn’t really make sense for her to team up with Peeta - she knows he’s wounded and won’t be of much help to her, her chances of survival are way better if she stayed on her own, but it’s not something she’d ever consider now that they are allowed to form a team (and only then does she even factor in the whole ‘star-crossed lovers of district 12′ -angle)

Peeta, it turns out, has never been a danger to me. The thought makes me smile. - Aww 😊 (but also, how heart-breaking that the Capitol will do everything in their power to change that, to make Peeta become a danger to Katniss 😢)

He’s very hard to predict, which might be interesting under different circumstances - Okay, but this just makes me think of that exchange in Gilmore Girls when Paris and Rory talk about how you know a guy is right for you:  “Someone who’s compatible but not compatible.” “Yeah, kind of. I mean, you respect each other’s opinions and you can laugh at the same jokes, but I don’t know – there’s just something about not quite knowing what the other person’s gonna do at all times that’s just really exciting.” - fits these two to a T 😏

In fact, I’ve just about decided I’m on the wrong track entirely, that a wounded boy would be unable to navigate getting to and from this water source, when I see the bloody streak - Okay, but how flipping tough is Peeta?! He’s severely injured, with multiple tracker jacker stings and he drags himself to this terrain that is almost impossible to navigate for someone in his condition - a sturdy dandelion, indeed!

“You’re here to finish me off, sweetheart?” - What an entrance after having gone AWOL for quite a couple of chapters 👌🏼👏🏼

“Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.” I jerk my head back but end up laughing. “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.” [...] “Katniss?” Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words “How about that kiss?” I burst out laughing - He’s lying in a river bed, slowly dying, and he can still make her laugh 😊

“You know, you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person” - It’s such a small comment, but I can’t help but think that Peeta is just kind of intrigued to discover all these little idiosyncrasies that make up the ever-elusive Katniss Everdeen ;)

Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his words. -  Aww, she doesn’t even want to consider him dying, so she spontaneously decides to cut him off with a kiss👀👀 Honestly, at this point Peeta has elicited 2 (!) spontaneous kisses  (the kiss after the chariot ride and this one) from Katniss, who generally isn’t that big on touching people

“You’re not going to die. I forbid it. All right?” - Stubborn, protective Katniss... But also reminds me of their rooftop “date” in CF and the “Then you’ll allow it?” “I’ll allow it” - exchange

I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever. He’s great at this stuff. - KaTNisSs, gurl... 🙄🤦🏼‍♀️

Chapter 20:

But I knew he was injured. And still I came after him. I’m just going to have to trust whatever instinct sent me to find him was a good one. - The very best of instincts, Katniss, don’t you worry😉

Peeta’s struggling to get up when I reach the cave. “I woke up and you were gone,” he says, “I was worried about you.” - Gah, why are the both of them so good?! They just care for and worry about each other 24/7

“How do you feel?” “Better than yesterday. This is an enormous improvement over the mud,” he says. “Clean clothes and medicine and a sleeping bag... and you.” Oh right, the whole romance thing. - Oh Katniss...😐 I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips. I remember my father doing this very thing to my mother and I wonder where Peeta picked it up. - Where did Peeta pick this up? From a time his family was less dysfunctional? Observing couples in the town square? Or is he a fricking disney prince and these things come natural to him? Questions, questions...

“You didn’t sleep,” Peeta says. “I’m all right,” I say. But the truth is, I’m exhausted. “Sleep now. I’ll keep watch.” [...] I test his cheek. Hot as a coal stove. He claims he’s been drinking, but the containers still feel full to me. I give him more fever pills and stand over him while he drinks first one, then a second quart of water. - These two are just too stubborn to take proper care of themselves - good thing that each of them is adamant to force the other to sleep/drink/eat when necessary

“Besides I like watching you sleep. You don’t scowl. Improves your looks a lot.” - When presented with the choice of being flirty vs being a cheeky little shit, Peeta will choose being a flirty cheeky little shit every time 😂

“I’m going to make soup,” I say. “Don’t light a fire,” he says. “It’s not worth it.” - Okay, but what he’s actually saying is “I’m not worth it” 😭😭

Katniss telling that story about buying Prim’s goat😊... A young buck, probably a yearling by his size. His antlers were just growing in, still small and coated in velvet. [...] Beautiful. - We are all very much aware of Peeta’s appreciation for beauty, but the same does apply to Katniss, too (she’s just overall more pragmatic)

“Was it [the goat] still wearing the pink ribbon?″ he asks. “I think so,” I say. “Why?” “I’m just trying to get a picture,” he says thoughtfully. -  Peeta is so detail-oriented! I have this theory that this is actually something that enables him to overcome his hijacking; we catch glimpses in MJ of how he inches himself out of his condition by asking/focusing on small details or things most people would dismiss as trivial (Katniss’s favorite color, the color of her dress visiting District 7, her Dad singing the Hanging Tree when Peeta was 6 or 7 years old...) and I feel like it makes a lot of sense - his tormentors in the Capitol either wouldn’t have access to distort these moments or not even consider them to have any significance (since they are all about big, flashy gestures in the Capitol), so these memories would remain untouched. Luckily, Peeta seems to live by Robert Brault’s words: “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. “

“Really? What did you cost me again?” I ask. “A lot of trouble. Don’t worry. You’ll get it all back,” he says. - Well, he’s going to cost her a lot more trouble in the future - but we know he’s going to make up for it and bring her much happiness, too 😊

“You’re not risking your life for me.” “Who said I was?” I say. [...] “Of course I’m not going.” [...] “You’re such a bad liar, Karniss.” [...] Anger flushes my face. “All right, I am going, and you can’t stop me!” “I can follow you. At least partway. I may not make it to the Cornucopia, but if I’m yelling your name I bet someone can find me. And then I’ll be dead for sure,” he says. - Soo.. their love language is offering to sacrifice their life like it’s nothing, huh?! 😳😅 

Peeta eats without complaint, even scraping out the pot to show his enthusiasm. He rambles on about how delicious it is, - lol, sounds like a husband trying to get back on his wife’s good side after they had a row 😂

I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow instead of spit. He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up, but it’s too late, he’s already losing consciousness. - Ah, the most important indicator of true love: having person A force-feed person B a sedative so they can run off to get them life-saving medicine ;)

Chapter 21:

I lie next to Peeta in the bag, trying to absorb every bit of his fever heat. It’s strange to be so physically close to someone who’s so distant. Peeta might as well be back in the Capitol, - Reminds me how in MJ she’s going to be so close to Peeta (mentally/emotionally) while he will be physically so distant (in the Capitol!)

a tiny orange one [backpack] [...] that must be marked with a 12 - Interesting how that backpack is orange, huh? Why is that? Are smaller backpacks generally orange (like the one Katniss already has) to be more visible or is this simply to connect the backpack to Peeta (though we don’t know his favorite color at this point)? Do the Gamemakers care whether Katniss gets a matching backpack? It just seems like an unnecessary detail to throw in🤔

The table has just clicked into place when a figure darts out of the Cornucopia, snags the green backpack, and speeds off. Foxface! - Honestly, this was a truly brilliant move; kudos! 👏🏼

[Clove] carefully selects an almost dainty-looking number [knife] with a cruel, curved blade. “I promised Cato if he let me have you, I’d give the audience a good show.” [...] “I think...” she almost purrs. “I think we’ll start with your mouth.” [...] she teasingly traces the outline of my lips with the tip of the blade. - Okay, but the idea of Clove cutting off Katniss’s lips is just all kinds of terrifying and disturbing 😨

“No! No, I-” Clove sees the stone, about the size of a small loaf of bread in Thresh’s hand [...] Thresh brings the rock down hard against Clove’s temple. [...] and I know she’s a goner. - Interesting how Katniss describes that rock that basically saves her life (or at least kills her assailant) as bread-sized, huh? “Your district... they sent me bread. [...] Conflicting emotions cross Thresh’s face. He lowers the rock and points at me, almost accusingly. “Just this one time, I let you go. For the little girl.” - Katniss mentions the bread from District 11 as a proof of her alliance with Rue (and the recognition of D11) and Thresh spares her; bread keeps saving her life (while it keeps representing acts of kindness)

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. - I appreciate this small, humanizing moment with Cato

The last thing I remember is an exquisitely beautiful green and silver moth landing on the curve of my wrist. - I don’t know much about North American insects (not that I know that much about European insects either - just recently came across a relatively rare moth on my walks that I had never seen or heard of before) - is Katniss describing a special/noteworthy species of moth? Or is this a more literary symbolism kind of moth? (Just looked up some symbolism meaning of moths: change/transformation, seeking light; power of regeneration in some Native American mythology, hmm...)

[pearlplusau]

Pearlplusau Chapter 7 Part 3 – Tower of mistakes I

Back to the kindergarten, where earth life failed to re-take what was theirs, preserved its gloominess even after the only living being that left came back a few moments ago.

The Crystal Gems, Rose, Garnet, Pearl and Coral materialized from the temple and on to the shiny warp pad. The four commenced their search in the vast range of the kindergarten.

The eerie and unsettling kindergarten had seen better days, with the abducted nutrients and life of the place, it seemed to be getting worse and worse every time they visited.

The gems considered checking the holes one by one, just to see if Amethyst was hiding in any of them.

As Pearl leaped onto one of the holes on the wall, she encountered the hole filled with a cloud of dust blown into her face. She quickly retreated and exclaimed, “Gah! *cough cough* Ughh!” as she jumped back down with the others covered in dust.

As Pearl dusted herself off, she informed her findings to the group, “Look at all these *cough* dust, they’re everywhere! How can you even see with all this smoke everywhere? It didn’t use to look like this when we came here last time-”

Coral thought about it and suggested, “Well, it has been a very long time since we’ve visited this place. The situation became worse with time, look! All the life from this land got sucked away-

The gem leader interrupted the pearl’s observation, “And it’s all our fault, those diamonds knew about it too. We weren’t creating life from nothing, we were taking life from this beautiful land, and leaving nothing behind…

The fusion approached the closest wall and brushed it with her fingers. Dusts and grime were removed where Garnet interceded. “This is not a safe place for gems, especially gems without training, there could be gem monsters lurking around, and if they find her at the end, things will not go well for anyone.”

Just the thought of Amethyst being at risk and exposed to this place, this root of all their problems, this place where it all started. The giant pink gem couldn’t bear to imagine the dangers lurking around this place, much less how the little gem would have kept herself safe for much longer!

“Come on gems,” Rose led the way deeper into the kindergarten, “Let’s find Amethyst and get out of here.”

As the gems ventured, they did a quick review on the Injectors, making sure none of them were activated since the entire operation was shut down. Most of them were immediately deemed as untouched as evident by the layers of dust accumulated on the machines themselves.

While they searched, Rose asked the fusion for any possible outcomes from her future vision. “Do you see anything regarding us finding Amethyst? Preferably being very quick and easy?”

The fusion was trying her best, but she was unable to search for a possibility of them finding the gem without knowing the gem.

“Unfortunately, no. I can’t exactly predict someone’s future if I have no clue what she’s like. If you can let me know what her way of thinking is, then maybe there might be a chance to get to her faster.” The fusion suggested.

“Her way of thinking?” Rose echoed and took some time to properly consider and recall her interactions with the little gem, “To be completely honest with you Garnet, I’ve only found her for less than a day. I got so caught up in trying to protect her and have her join the Crystal Gems, I wasn’t exactly paying much attention to what she was trying to show me, not to mention the things she was trying to tell me!”

“Then this search party,” Garnet informed, “Might take a while.”

The four gems looked around the first few segments of the kindergarten, until Rose led them to where she found her.

The pink figure peeked around into the hole, but saw no Amethyst inside.

“This is where I found her, it’s the only hole that can be easily differentiated from the others.” She backed out from the hole and tried to think, “She did show me a bunch of other places, pretty sure there was this… rock collection? Something about a sitting rock?”

As the leader wracked her brain, trying to figure out the possible hiding places the little gem could be. A boulder appeared on the edge of the wall above them, slowly it was pushed off the edge of the wall, and it was about to land right on top of the gems.

As the boulder’s shadow grew, Garnet immediately noticed the upcoming danger and shouted to the group, “Gems! Scatter!”

Just as the boulder was about to come in contact with Rose’s scalp, the four gems leaped into all directions away from the boulder as it crashed into the space in front of Amethyst’s hole.

Coral tumbled and landed the furthest away from the boulder, and saw a figure on top of the wall, along with multiple boulders lined up along the edge. “Look! Someone’s pushing boulders off the edge of the wall!”

The gems immediately gathered to see who it was, Rose was the first to realize and gasped, “I-its Amethyst! What is she doing up there!?”

Just as she questioned it, the purple gem was attempting to push another boulder directing to the gems once more, her expression filled with rage and anguish, with no showcase of sympathy for the gems she was about to injure.

“Amethyst No!” Rose shouted as she shook her arms, hoping to get her attention before her next push. “Stop this! What are you doing!? You’re gonna get hurt!”

On top of the wall, Amethyst was grunting and using all her might to shove the boulder over the edge, trying to ignore Rose’s pleads.

When the boulder finally reached the edge of the wall, it plummeted straight down but failed to land further than the previous rock. The giant stone landed right next to boulder number 1 and made no more attempts to move after the fall.

Amethyst saw the little impact of the second boulder and stomped at the edge, proceeding with boulder number 3.

“No! Amethyst! Stop! “Amethyst please! This isn’t a safe place for you! We have to leave, let’s get out of the kindergarten and go back home!”

Rose was pulling out all the stops, but it only made things worse.

Amethyst heard the plea this time, but she made no effort in stopping as she grumbled loud enough for Rose to hear, “Nononononono! Stopstopstopstop!”

As Rose was trying to get through the little gem, Garnet quickly gathered the two pearls and tried to come up with ideas for their situation. “Something’s not right.”

Pearl threw her arms to the sky and exclaimed, “Of course something’s not right! That little twerp is causing mayhem by trying to crush us with giant boulders! How did she even get them up there?!”

Coral was looking back and forth between Rose and Amethyst, “We have to do something! One of them could get hurt! Do you guys understand anything she’s screaming about?”

On que, Amethyst cried out even louder than before, “No! No go back! Kindergarten home! KINDERGARTEN HOME!”

“Ahh, guess someone’s not ready for change in her life.” She commented before the trio got back to their leader.

-

A few miles away from the kindergarten, existed a burrow with a giant slumbering red snake gem taking residence. The snake was as large as a typical gem monster (about the size of the centipeetle) with red scales and something attached to its end that makes a rattling sound ever so often. A bright red gem was located on the chest area, as well as a pale yellow rattle at the end of its tail.

Unfortunately for the untimely contraptions caused by a stubborn purple gem in the distance, the borrow shook from every boulder that crashed into the ground, causing dirt and dust to splatter onto the snake monster, which rudely woke up the monster from its slumber. Additionally, the repetitive protests of the purple gem became louder and louder, and ultimately it became so loud that even beings underground were unable to tune it off.

The combination of the shaking burrow and loud screaming got the snake gem enraged, it snapped its bright yellow eyes open and directly slithered towards the kindergarten.

Above the slithering snake monster, Rose was trying her best to discourage the purple gem’s choice of action. Unfortunately, either the gem above didn’t want to listen, or there was something else that’s overpowering her.

Pearl stood next to her leader, trying to get her out of harm's way. “Rose, she’s not listening. This is a really dangerous situation we’re in, maybe we should let it out of her system and come back later!”

Rose refused to leave her, not again. “No! We can’t give up yet! I just need to get through her! That’s all!”

As the four gems evaded all the boulders that could potentially crush them if not paid attention, they failed to register the idea that the contraptions would attract a nearby corrupted gem monster.

Garnet was the only one feeling something moving beneath her. She noticed the being travelling from the ground level and slowly making its way upwards towards Amethyst and her row of boulders.

“There’s something going after her.” The fusion concluded.

The snake reached to the top of the wall, it cautiously broke out of the dirt and approached the purple gem with no more than a peep. The monster sneaked up on the unaware gem and readied its stance.

The monster loomed over with great height, narrowed its eyes, bared its fangs, and made one last move before it attacked. “You have awakened me from my slumber,” it seemed to say as it rose behind the gem, “and now, you will shatter.”

Hissss-

The purple gem’s next push was interrupted by the unexpecting snake guest. She turned around just in time to see the maw of the snake as it lunged towards her face. On instinct, Amethyst leaped backwards to avoid the snake monster’s bite, but in exchange, she tripped and fell over the edge of the wall.

The momentum of the snake lunging into Amethyst did not stop, therefore it proceeded to fall with the said gem over the cliff.

The gems below screamed in horror as both figures fell right in front of them. Rose summoned a giant protective bubble around her and the gems just in time!

Both Amethyst and the snake monster landed with a loud crash. When the mayhem and cloud dusts subsided, the purple gem looked unhurt, but so was the monster as it shook off the debris on its head and found Amethyst behind!

Amethyst was between the wall and the monster, so the only method of escape was to hide in the hole of the wall.

The small sized hole did not stop the monster’s pursuit as it smacked itself into the wall. The stubborn snake was persistent as it proceeded to smash itself head first into the hole. Fortunately, its head was too big to even fit into the hole. Unfortunately for the wall, its consistent smashing was causing various rocks to fall off, causing more destruction to the wall than it has already endured.

Pearl, being one of the gems to witness the whole thing, turned to her leader and demanded, “Rose! What should we do?”

Unfortunately, Rose was being too fixated on Amethyst to get the question.

The fusion Garnet being logical, suggested their next move, “We have to get that monster's attention! Rose! Any ideas?”

As Rose watches the monster repeatedly slamming itself into Amethyst's hiding, she notices the walls were cracking and were not going to last long, she released the bubble and charged straight into the chaos! “Amethyst! Stay right there! I’ll save you!”

Coral tried to take hold of Rose, but she was out of reach of her grasp, “Rose wait!”

Rose dove into the chaos without taking in the monster’s size. Just when she was at reach of Amethyst’s hiding, the monster swung its rattle tail, smacked the leader and got her flying into the air!

The three gems gasped as their leader flung overhead, who looked to be in shock from the impact.

The pink figure slammed head first into the opposing wall, promptly collapsing from the impact, leaving giant cracks left on the wall as the indication of how much force was in that knockout.

The three gems shrieked in terror of their leader's collapse. They recalled immediate flashbacks to the horrid war and a similar situation such as this.

Garnet took immediate charge, “Coral! Get Rose out of here! Pearl! I hope you’re ready, we need someone with a giant mallet to take care of that thing!”

“Got it!”

“Understood!”

Coral ran towards their leader while Pearl took Garnet’s hands and performed a quick fusion dance of ballet, twirling and mystic hip moves.

The first thing Coral had to check was the gemstone, and sure enough, it was undamaged, which gave out a huge relief. The next thing she had to do was to take her somewhere out of danger. Luckily, there were various walls and rocks to take cover, so Coral did the next best thing: dragged her leader by the arms towards the nearest cover until she woke up, and believe her, Rose was not someone you would want to be passing out or even passing around in a battlefield.

The fusion dance ended in both gems syncing into a single form with a single goal, to take care of the gem monster.

It has only been a few times since the two gems tried fusing, but the fusion was well established on her role and literal character trait. She still retained the round shoulder pads and light blue suit from her respective counterparts, as if she has yet to establish her own outfit.

“Gooooood Evening everyone!” The giant fusion generously announced as she took in the situation. “Looks like we have a little surprise guest! Why don’t you turn your head for a change and pay attention to the cam- to me?”

The entrance did not however, capture the monster’s attention as it persistently focused on the hole that was way too small to fit into.

The fusion was very much offended, but still maintained her showmanship for the audience. “Seriously? Nothing? There was that bright ray of stage light that shouldn’t even be possible under all these gloomy clouds. I even used my loud and charming voice to announce my amazing entrance!”

The corrupted snake monster proceeded to ignore Sardonyx’s demand and presumed to snake its way into Amethyst’s hole at the base of the wall.

The fusion recalled her goal of temporary existence, to save the little gem in the hole and get the monster’s attention.

She summoned Pearl’s spear and Garnet’s gauntlets. She chuckled as she combined the two weapons, forming it into a giant mallet. “Hmm, mayybeee this will get your attention!” She said as she twirled to get that extra spinning hit!

“Hammer time!” she exclaimed as she whooped the monster with her mallet.

With one hit, the monster finally turned its head around and was immediately met with a second hit into the wall. The damage might not be as one might expect but taking it out before it takes out the entire wall seemed like a plan.

While Sardonyx does a number on the gem monster, Amethyst was trembling in her hiding place, trying her best not to cry out of fear. When the monster was repeatedly slamming itself into her hiding, she could see the cracks on the walls getting bigger and bigger, with a few more hits, the hole might not be able to maintain its form and collapse from the effort. Potentially poofing and shattering the gem within.

Amethyst wasn’t sure what would happen next, but the fear made her realize what she might miss if she gets trapped forever.

She would miss her little playground she called home, her officially claimed rock titles, and her rock family she gathered! But what surprised her was that she would also miss the sunshine on the other side of her world, those flowers she pranced over like a baby goat, and most of all, she would miss the nice lady that brought her there! Even if she wasn’t exactly the happiest gem in her place of home, she was still the nicest being she’s ever met!

As the purple gem went through her thoughts, she hugged her legs and curled into a ball within the deepest part of the hole she emerged from. Hoping that if she had to go, she would go back to where she came from…

End of Part 3

(A/N: If you noticed, the title of the chapter is "Tower of Mistakes I", marking it being part 1 of the part 3...chapter...

Tbh I couldnt think of a better name since i had "Tower of Mistakes" as the entire end of the chapter until I had to split it into two parts.

Anyways, one of the artwork up there might look more like a doodle, but its not traced so i guess its still something! Also that snake trace was from my internship, which I'll let you guys check it out later with the references.

I gave some friends of mine early access to the story till the finale and they've loved it and commented it being heartwarming. Hopefully thats gonna be your reaction as well when we reach the finale!

Again, this is mostly a writing blog, so if you have a critique about the story that could make it better, I'll be more than happy to take a look and possibly even adjust the story accordingly! Questions and asks are welcome! Just not about Tripixle again, She's long retired and I've tagged our last interaction together at the pinned post.

If you've read till the end, thank you for reading what I have to say, i respect that!

See you guys next week! )

[happyandticklish]

Grub Scars

Dave discovers something knew about Karkat and Karkat doesn’t entirely hate him for it. 

The roar of the TV was muffled in the ears of the two teenagers sprawled on the tiny couch, their limbs entangled in messy disarray. Karkat grunted as two hands slid up his back, pulling him in tighter against Dave. His lips murmured breathily against Dave’s neck.

“You’re missing the movie.” He gently bit at the tender skin of his throat, a tiny thrill coursing through him at the noise Dave made.

“Fuck the movie,” was the casual reply and Dave pulled back momentarily to grin at him, shades askew from the impromptu make out session. He ran his hands contemplatively over Karkat’s torso, deciding a new target for his affections. He tugged at the hem of his shirt, silently asking permission. Karkat didn’t reply, turning to face the TV though it was obvious he wasn’t taking in anything the show was saying. Dave rolled his eyes at his stubbornness and slipped his hands under his sweater anyway.

Karkat hissed sharply at cold fingers but didn’t move away. Dave traced his hands over the soft skin of his abdomen, noticing something odd as he did.

“Karkat?” he asked.

“Mmm?”

“What are these lines on your ribs?”

Karkat’s eyes opened briefly, annoyed at being interrupted. “They’re my grub scars. All trolls have them.”

Dave sat back, all thoughts of making out momentarily flung from his brain as he studied this new anomaly. “Grub scars… like from when you were a baby? Or a larvae, I guess. I always forgot you guys are part insect too. Dude, that’s so weird.”

Karkat attempted to sit up, glaring at Dave, but was stopped by a hand pushing him back down. “We are not, part insect, as you say. If anything your insects are half-troll as they came second. And grub scars are a completely normal thing. They are no different than your ‘bellybuttons’ or whatever the fuck you call them.”

Dave wasn’t listening, poking the lines experimentally. They were raised in slight bumps atop the troll’s ribs and were of a ruddy complexion. There were three on either side and Dave traced his thumb over one curiously.

He didn’t miss the way Karkat jumped, nor the faint shade of red his face had turned. “Dude, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, you useless excuse for a human being, and I would appreciate it if you would remove your filthy human appendages from my—ah!”

Karkat was cut off mid-rant as Dave curled his fingers, watching his boyfriend’s reaction. A knowing grin was forming on Dave’s face and Karkat winced in preparation for the coming attack. But instead of launching into a vicious, one-sided tickle fight, Dave continued to gently trace over the scars, his fingers ghosting the skin and sending shudders scurrying down Karkat’s spine. He watched Karkat all the while, checking for a reaction, and that was when Karkat knew he was trapped.

“You okay there, Karkat?” Dave asked, stone-faced as usual. Karkat gripped his hands tight in the cushions of the couch, trying to focus on the TV and failing miserably. “You seem kind of tense.”

“I’m f-fine,” Karkat replied snarkily, ignoring the stutter in his voice. “Now will you shut your incessant blabbering and let me enjoy the show we were originally watching before you decided it was time to board the train to make-out station.”

Dave snorted at the word usage, digging his nails in gently at the very edges of the scars and grinning as Karkat choked back a whine. “Like you weren’t enjoying yourself. And I believe it’s called make-out central.”

“I thought I told you to be quiet, so how is it I can still see your mouth moving and hear the irritating tenor of your hormonal voice cracks?”

“Point taken. I guess we’ll just continue in silence then.”

Karkat grunted.

The movie displayed two men shouting passionately at each other while another one nervously tried to console the both of them. It was inevitably leading to either homicide or filthy love making, either one disgustingly graphic in nature; it was difficult to tell with troll romance. However, neither of the two boys were paying any attention to the movie, nor had they been paying any attention since the moment the title screen rolled across the TV.

Dave was having a field day with the new discovery of grub scars, much to Karkat’s chagrin. At first it was just tracing, light and easy to deal with. After a while it almost began to feel good, and Karkat felt his eyelids fluttering sleepily and his breathing evening out into a relaxed hum of contentment.

At first.

Karkat jerked awake again as nails suddenly dug into his sides, a surprised squeak of laughter betraying him. Dave smirked triumphantly, having gotten the reaction he’s wanted.

“What the fuck Strider?” Karkat growled, his hands now clamped around Dave’s wrists in a vise-like grip. Dave’s fingers were still touching his skin, unfortunately, and they continued to wiggle gently which was succeeding at slowly driving the troll insane.

“I didn’t know you were ticklish.” He curled his fingers in a devastating claw motion and Karkat’s eyes snapped shut again, hissing anxiously. “How come I didn’t know this?”

“I’m not ticklish,” Karkat denied immediately, but stuttered giggles were slipping past his lips as he squirmed under Dave’s touch. “You’re ticklish.”

It was a moronic comeback, but Karkat couldn’t think while his body was racked with the tortuous sensations. Dave’s cheeks flushed a gentle shade of pink and he rolled his eyes. “Dude, lame. You totally are. You’re laughing right now.”

He was and he hated it. “S-Shut uhup. Just st-stohop.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Dahave, I s-swehear to gog—”

“Do the grub scars make it more ticklish or less ticklish?” Dave asked, ignoring him completely. His eyes gleamed with genuine interest while he waited for an answer.

“Y-Yehehes, you fuhuhucktard!” Karkat threw his head back as Dave’s gentle scratches turned into rough poking and prodding. “Gahaha, whahahat the fuhuhuck?”

“This is great. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh before. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before.” His fingers moved up just slightly, teasing at the barest edges of underarms, and Karkat lost it, kicking the back of the couch in frantic pleas. “I’m barely even touching you. This is kind of sad actually.”

“Fuhuhuck y-y-yohou, ehehe, nohoho, gog!” Karkat’s laughter had transformed into a storm of hiccupy giggles, an odd change from his usual gravelly grumbling. He had released Dave’s wrists and was now flailing his hands around uselessly, occasionally shoving at Dave’s arms to no avail. He jumped as the fingers found their destination in his armpits, slamming his arms down and subsequently trapping Dave’s hands there.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, nohohohoho!” Karkat curled up into the couch, trying to dislodge the hands and only getting them more stuck in the process. “Stohohohop!”

“I can’t. You’ve got to lift your arms dude.”

“I hahahate y-yohohou!”

“Careful Karkat, I might start thinking you’re feeling black for me.”

“Fuhuhuck yohohou!”

After another valiant attempt to get away without lifting his arms, Karkat decided he had no choice but to retaliate. Having no plan of action aside from getting those damn fingers off of him, he reached out blindly and clamped his hands around Dave’s sides, squeezing harshly.

Dave let out an uncharacteristic bark of laughter, jerking back immediately. Having accomplished his goal, Karkat decided revenge was due. He quickly tackled Dave, pinning his hands above his head with one hand and raising the other one in a menacing gesture over his stomach.

“So Dave…” he panted, sweat glistening on his forehead as he grinned. “Now that you’ve had your fun I think it’s time you face a taste of your own medicine.”

Dave squirmed underneath him, eyeing the hovering hand apprehensively. “Look, I’m sorry man, but think about what you’re doing.”

Karkat raised an eyebrow. “Why? Are you ticklish?”

Dave flushed, an odd look to see on the normally stoic Strider. Karkat decided he liked the look. “No. I mean, a little. But so is everyone else. Look, the point is I’m sorry. Can we please just go back to making out?”

“Maybe later,” Karkat promised, lowering his hand. “But right now I think I have some well-earned revenge to dish out.”

The second his hand made contact Dave burst into laughter. His laugh was boisterous and carefree, nothing like the boy who it came from. He giggled uncontrollably as Karkat scribbled fingers all over his stomach, the sensitive skin jumping under the touch.

“Ahahaha! Fuhhuhuck, yohohour w-weird troholl nahails tickle, gohohod!” He arched up against the bed, arms tugging uselessly against Karkat’s hold, squealing when Karkat pinched his hips. “Gah! Nohoho, nohohot thehehere!”

“What’s wrong Strider? You can dish it out but you can’t take it?”

Karkat was ecstatic. Here was Dave, master of cool, giggling like a wriggler under him at a little tickling. He tried not to focus on the fact that just seconds ago he too had been the dumb wriggler helpless to Dave’s fingers, and decided to move up to the ribs, seeing as that had been the start of all this trouble.

Dave jerked away, tugging desperately at his trapped arms. “Duhuhude, sohoho nohohot cohohohool!”

“You know, while we’re here I think it would be a good time to learn more about your species. Tell me Dave, how many ribs does a human have?”

Dave spluttered incredulously, struggling to focus. “Whahahat? Ihihi dohohon’t knohohow! twehehenty-fohohour?”

Karkat tapped his nails against the blond boy’s sides, shaking his head. “You don’t sound too sure, Dave. I think I may have to figure out for myself.”

“Whahahat—gahaha!”

Dave snorted as Karkat dug his nails in-between his upper ribs, counting as he went. “Let’s see. One, two, three, four—quit moving, asshole. Now I have to start over.”

“Karkahahahat!” Dave whined and fell back into squeaky giggles as the process repeated.

This was surprisingly fun. Karkat had never seen Dave laugh with such abandon before. He was always so obsessed with being cool or ironic or whatever dumb concept he was into at the time, and it felt nice to break him out of his shell.

As it turned out, Dave was even more ticklish than Karkat. Every spot produced more of that squeaky, high-pitched laughter, and Dave seemed unable to control himself as he squirmed helplessly underneath him, protests and pleas spilling out amidst the laughter. Finally Karkat decided to give him a break and backed off, releasing his grip on Dave’s wrists.

Dave was a mess. His shirt was mussed up all the way to his chest and he was breathing heavily, cheeks bright red from laughing. Somewhere in the process his shades had been knocked askew and they lay haphazardly on one side of his head, held on by one ear. Karkat’s own eyes widened as he took in the other boy’s eyes.

Red, bright red from mirth and accusations as they turned a betrayed glare on Karkat.

“Rude. I did not tickle you for that long.”

“Your shades.”

Dave blinked, realizing their absence. “Fuck.” He quickly grabbed them, shoving them firmly back over his eyes. “You didn’t see anything.”

Karkat grinned, already missing their presence. “You looked adorable.”

“Shut the fuck up man.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Dave tried to get up but found that Karkat was still firmly planted on his waist. He frowned, trying again. Nothing.

“Uh, you mind moving?”

Karkat shook his head. “I’m good. I quite like where I am right now.”

Dave raised an eyebrow. “Do you now?”

“Yeah.” Karkat crossed his arms, taking in the sight of the helpless Strider before him. “I think I’ll have to have you like this more often.”

Dave snorted at the corniness of it, ignoring the flush of his cheeks. “Okay, whatever. Get down here and kiss me already.”

Karkat did, but mere minutes later his fingers found themselves tracing up the boy’s sides yet again and they found themselves emerged in a second round of ridiculousness that neither was entirely angry about. 

[sweet-sixteen-kraang-birthday]

for the ship ask thing RinShi: 1, 3, 18, 23, 25, 39, 36 and 40! (sorry if added a lot lol just love hearing your thoughts)

It’s not a lot! It was a delight to see your inbox, you’re so sweet, thank you!! 🥰🥰

1 - How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

Rin falls asleep easily and a lot. Shiemi is used to it, thinks it’s adorable. One image that shines to me when I think of this is: Rin watching with fascination as Shiemi tends to her gardens and plants new seeds, takes care of the flowers while rambling to Rin which each one is and little stories. And Rin never meant to sleep—he doesn’t know when he drops off, he was loosing himself into Shiemi’s soft, nice voice and before he knew...

And Sheimi doesn’t realise for a few minutes, but when it’s radio silence with no usual Rin comments, she looks up and laughs. She lets him sleep on her lap as she continues working and talking to him.

They love to sleep on each other’s shoulder and lap!! You’ll catch them having a nap like that a lot!!

Shiemi is usually the little spoon in bed, because Rin loves to wrap his arms around her. She loves it, being immersed in his warmth. Makes her quickly dose off.

Waking up shifts a lot—sometimes it’s Shiemi who wakes up first, other times it’s Rin. Rin tries to wake up first since he wants to do breakfast for Shiemi but fails. Shiemi complains that it’s Rin’s fault when she can’t get up in the morning, because of his warmth and how it keeps pulling her back to sleep, lol.

And oh my gosh yes!! They have a lot of daily routines. Like so freaking cute routines.

3 - Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

Open! Rin is not a quiet person lol, he loves to be vocal about his love. Like it’s not like he’s shouting it or anything but it’s so horribly, horribly obvious. Shiemi is no better.

And oh boyy public displays affection! These two CAN’T keep their hands to their themselves. There are always reaching for other, subconsciously or not: holding hands! causally hugging! sitting close! the whole shabang.

18 - What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?

Dates!! I feel like they go on a lot of dates! Their is a lot of fumbling around and failing in the beginning since they have no idea on what to do. Rin consults his mangas lol, and advice from his friends who know no better, expect Shima. He tries to make the first perfect, and in that obsession for it to be absolute perfect things start to fall about.

I think their first date was a disaster because of how horribly self-conscious they were about everything, and trying so hard for it to be The Date. It ends in them laughing, and realising how foolish they were. It doesn’t need to be a big thing, it’s just them and taking time to spend time together. It doesn’t have to be elaborate or luxurious and when they realise that, it helps a lot.

Since they got busy schedule with being exorcists and the lot, they plan the dates and mark their calendars and countdown for that time waiting with anticipation and excitement. Of course they still spend time in between but those dates are like going out and spending a lot day just together, no work at all, just all delight and indulges.

I think they take little breaks but quickly get back since they can’t stay away that much from each other. The absence is visible. If they ever had to do long-distance thing, they are the couple that would be definitely face timing a lot.

23 - How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?

LOTS OF HUGS!! Both are such big huggers. They hug as a greeting, as a causal thing. Everywhere, when ever they can.

And goshh kisses. Lots of these two, mostly nose ones...IM MELTING. And omg, horn kiss? Shiemi presses a kiss to Rin’s little horns. ; ; They share a lot of wrist and nose kisses. Rin loves to kiss Shiemi’s neck to get a giggle from her because he knows that’s where she’s ticklish at.

And yes, they tease and flirt a lot too. Rin’s horrible but Shiemi - to everyone’s surprise lol - is no better.

25 - How much time do they spend together? Do they share their feelings, or hold things in?

They spend a lot of time together! <3

they’re both people who were their hearts on their sleeves. so lol, they can’t hide stuff for long. also!! i think they feel comfortable in sharing and talking to each other about their feelings, knowing that are in good hands. they are the couple that would work togather to fix a problem the other person has.

they might keep stuff to their hearts, because of insecurities and stuff, but I think as their relationship progresses; they feel more confident to share.

39 - Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first?  When did they realize they were in love

I mean. In canon, Rin is the one confesses, realises they are in love and stuff but idk I love to switch that and make Shiemi the one who realises first because it’s more fun that away. Rin who is oblivious pinning and in love with Shiemi. Just so lovely.

Idk how it’s gonna canon but so excited at how Shiemi finally recognised her feelings!! Maybe she is the one who intiates the relationship, by confessing back which AAAAAAA I hope happens because Agrjrjkdhjfkfkf GAH YES. Sorry I hit a !!! moment when I imaged future rinshi canon, lol.

- when did they realise they were in love

oh I love this question so much. first love realisations are so FUN. I have like a thousand versions haha.

rin falls fast and quick. first it’s sort of her beauty that pulls him in, that he notices. but he is witness to her heart and just. how kind she is. and tries so hard. he falls for her stubbornness, her drive, the way she loves the garden so much. it’s just—so beautiful. he doesn’t think much into it, like romance. but maybe it’s bon’s remark—calling her his girlfriend—and rin realises. he’s really in love.

shiemi is much slower. she doesn’t much about relationships, forget romance. she just wants to have a friend. it’s hard for her to not get swept by the whirlwind that is Rin. she doesn’t realise it all, not at all, and might have come to her own eventual conclusion. but realises it, when Izumo tells her straight-out, and wonders, how she never did before.

oh, she thinks, this is...love

(heckkkk this gave me soo much ideas for fics. aaaa)

36 - What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

greatest strength! I think that’s how they help each other’s growth. how they are a big help motivation to each other. when rin faced down his fear of his flames in the Kyoto arc and was scared of burning down every person in the mountain too, as he battled down his demon side - he remembered Shiemi’s words, he put faith into it and it helped him move forward. and for shiemi, it starts in the garden. oh got reminded of that part in the manga of where she’s like. a plant in the ground, and how she stays there until rin comes along and pulls her out. just. that.

they have a lot of faith in each other. rin’s strive and his ambitious thinking influences Shiemi to grow more out of her shell, and strives her to becoming more stronger and be able to race forward without hesitation and help someone in need.

as for weakness, I’d say miscommunication?? but am not sure on it, haha. would love to hear your input 👀

40 - Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?

One of their special memories is of course when they met! It shares a big meaning for the both of them and I guess, it’s a special place for them too. they spend a lot of time there, mostly rin watching shiemi work, or even helping her sometimes. also just. hanging out. <3

lol are there lottsss but I haven’t actually read all of the manga and these are the points that can properly remember: like for rin, when when sheimi hugs him and tells him that his fire is warm. it doesn’t hurt. like oof that’s a big one. for sheimi. that time where she stumbles across rin sleeping, and thinks it’s a hallucination but urgh I have so much feels and think that shiemi holds that memory, rin appearing of nowhere in the middle of her uncertainties and anxiety and stuff and how he’s presences helps a lot.

[alch3mic]

in between. (drabble series)

chapter four (stitches.)

captain!sans x gender neutral reader. 3k+ word count.

please be advised for themes of anxiety, ideas of loss, depression, and self esteem.

* finally at the fourth chapter with our dear fellswap sans, captain! he also has no official fic yet but has his own tag here on my tumblr if you’d like to know more about him! thank you and i hope you enjoy!

A project. 

That's all this was meant to be.

Something to keep him preoccupied in his free time, now that he seemed to have more time on his hands than he knew what to do with.

Somewhere to put his focus, instead of thinking about things.

Instead of stressing about things.

Instead of.. worrying about.. 'things'.

Like this.. 'thing'.. attached to him.

...

"ya can't just keep pacin' around bro."

Sure he could. 

He could pace around as much as he wanted. It was his boat dammit, and he'd walk around it as he pleased, from the bow to the stern, topside and back.  

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

No. 

How could he? There was work to be done.

All his life he had filled himself with his work. It was all he knew.

Work.

Work.

Work 

Work.

Work 

From his time as a child, working to take care of his younger brother to ensure he was brought up properly to his time in the royal guard working hard every day to support them and make sure they both survived that horrid Underground. Even on the surface he worked and worked and worked, to regain his position as a monster worthy of fear and respect after the humans had stripped them of everything and leaving them to rot like strays on the street.

Every minute of every day he worked.

Most days he even dreamed of it.

Which is exactly why it was so difficult to sit still, even at your request.

"You really should just take it easy, Sans. Didn't Undyne say to not stress yourself out?"

She did, but it didn't matter. 

He was in a constant state of being stressed. 

Stressed was how he operated. 

Stressed was all he knew. 

His body could never give him the pleasure of just 'taking it easy', constantly buzzing, constantly wanting to be in motion. At times he envied his brother for being able to let things go and just kick back, but... that was exactly why he worked so hard wasn't it? 

So that his brother could relax without a worry in that thick skull of his..? 

Of course.. he knew Papyrus went through his own troubles.. it's just...

Gah.

This free time was now filling his head with unnecessary thoughts, even as he tried his best to busy himself by patrolling his own boat.

..Which was only adding to his stress...

"Lets try a hobby. What do you normally do for fun?"

Think of you. 

Well.. 

He didn't have to now that you were here with him.

He could just spend time with you instead of daydreaming about it.

And he did.

You humored him by relaxing together topside with him and Papyrus, enjoying the salty breezes of the ocean and the warm summer rays. The two of you would chat in his bed for hours, laughing and telling stories of the past as you laid close. You'd help him, by offering an arm when he wore himself out or when he needed help doing something that required two hands. Everything from opening jars to preparing dinner or even tying his shoes.

It was..

Ah, dammit it was so humiliating.

..And also made him strangely happy?

He was.. happily humiliated? 

..Humbled?

..Stars.

He never had anyone taken care of him before, so his pride was taking a major blow every time you offered to help. A part of him was glad you'd always ask first so he'd at least get to attempt at doing it by himself but.. it was also humiliating to give in. He was too stubborn for his own good, never having anyone extend a hand for him neither below ground or on the Surface.

Still you never seemed bothered. 

You never batted an eye when he'd turn to you. Sometimes all it took was a look from him and you just knew, without having any words be spoke. Having that kind of connection was.. 

Incredible. 

It had been something the both of you had obviously over the years, but only now it was showing itself in the mundane parts of your lives now that you were with him. Normally it had been when you locked eyes in a fight in the streets of Ebott, and he could see the whole encounter play out in his mind. How you'd swing, how he'd shoot. How you both would nearly hit each other both on purpose and on accident. 

Like a dance with death only the two of you could perform. 

And how beautifully you danced for him..

Now.. having that connection manifest positively, in quiet agreements and silent conversations that took only seconds to have, really drove home the fact that times have changed.

That he was no longer the skeleton he was before.

He had you now, which was different. 

You were his. 

And he was yours. 

Though.. in truth you always had a part of soul with you even if you never realized it.

And he always had Papyrus by his side. 

That could never change.

But now.. he also had..

That.

The 'thing'.

An arm. 

That.. didn't belong to him.

It was attached, sure, but..

It was foreign. 

Heavy. 

A burden. 

It was consequences of his actions taken form of something that use to be, but no longer was. Like a cruel symbol of mockery, forever attached to his own broken body. There was nothing but the tickling of a sensation of pain, like a phantom dancing across his bones, from a limb that was no longer there. The magic in his scapula hummed louder than the rest of his body, always catching his attention as it had been enhanced to support the weight of his new arm. It was irritating and constant, like a buzz he couldn't be rid of no matter how loud his thoughts were or tried to be.

Always there.

Always ringing in his skull.

It was driving him crazy, adding to the mounting stress.

"FOR FUN? EASY. TRAP MAKING. ANALYTICS. READING THE STOCKS AND NEWS."

"Well that's depressing."

"STAYING INFORMED IS IMPORTANT, DARLING."

"And so is your mental health, Sans. Ignoring this won't make it go away you know."

The metallic hand closed on a reflex when he felt your gaze upon it. 

He didn't like it, despite how incredible Undyne's work was. She had studied him for weeks while he recovered in her intensive care, all so she could make an exact replica of his now missing arm. It looked just like the real thing only casted in asatollite, a type of metal found in the Underground that could conduct magic. No wires. No heavy plating. Just an arm, moved by his own magic.

An impressive feat really, but he felt no pride in this.

..Only shame.

As someone who had lived their life known for cutting it close time and time again, this was now all the proof someone needed that they could actually lay their hands on him. There was a chance that someone could hit and do some serious damage. 

For some, that would be enough to push their determination over the edge. 

The proof that he couldn't dodge forever.

And here it was, glinting under the soft afternoon sunlight that filtered into his quarters.

This... was his decline wasn't it?

..He could feel it in his bones.

Here marked the end of his reign of terror as Captain, the scarred skeleton who ruled the docks of Ebott City with an iron fist. Now that once unrelenting grip which strangled the life of rats out of the marine failed to even grasp a pen properly.

It stung in such a strange way that he almost didn't know how to describe it.

It was a unsightly fall from grace, paired with happiness and misery.

He was muddled with complicated feelings that really didn't have proper words, and so instead of spending his days thinking about it while lying in bed, he paced around his ship. 

"Is there anything you've ever wanted to learn?"

He only learned what was necessary. 

Languages to properly communicate with associates, skills like learning to shoot with a gun so that he could avoid having his magic traced back to him, and cooking so he could make sustainable meals when he and Papyrus had nothing..

They weren't things he did for fun, they were necessary.

What else could he learn that was necessary?

"HOW ABOUT TEACHING ME TO CUT A BULLET LIKE YOU DID BACK IN THE 'SISCO EXCHANGE."

"I'm not teaching you that."

"AND WHY'S THAT?"

"I don't need to make you any more dangerous than you already are you bonehead. I meant something fun! Like.. maybe a sport?"

"I THROW DARTS. I ALSO SHOOT."

"I.. Okay I guess that counts," you said, glancing to the wall of his quarters where the board was set up.

It's true it was a dart board hanging on the wall, but it was littered with photos of thugs and politicians, a dart neatly nailed through their head. It honestly looked like more of an omen of things to come rather than a hobby.

"Anything else?"

...

"I PLAYED THE VIOLIN FOR A SHORT WHILE."

"You did?"

"YES. BACK IN THE UNDERGROUND. I FOUND ONE IN THE DUMP AND TAUGHT MYSELF TO PLAY WHEN I DISCOVERED PAPYRUS LIKED THE WAY IT SOUNDED. IT WOULD HELP PUT HIM TO SLEEP ON SOME OF THE ROUGHER NIGHTS."

"Aww. Maybe you could think about picking it back up. I'd love to hear you play!"

He would, eventually. 

For right now.. the task seemed so daunting now that he had.. 

...That.

"..But maybe not yet."

Another silent conversation, passed by only the glint in his eyesocket. Once again he was glad he didn't have to openly admit he might struggle with learning something like that again but.. a small pass of shame also washed over him. He'd love to play for you, to maybe even create his own music to reflect the feelings you gave him in his soul, but to move this metallic.. 'thing'.. to play would be..

He'd become frustrated, just like with everything else.

"AND WHAT DO YOU DO TO RELAX MY DEAR?"

"Me? I usually sew or knit."

Right. Costumes. That’s why you asked to have your own space in that free room on the ship. You had mentioned it once before, how you use to do costuming back in the day for plays and helped your father who worked as a tailor until...

Hm.

"YOU SELL YOUR PIECES DON'T YOU?"

"Just to a few people. I make dresses for Mr. Rose's granddaughter and Rumpelstiltskin still orders some pieces for his wife. I also send some more elaborate stuff the Prince's way every once in awhile and I even still get requests from Mama Bear even after they disappeared off into the forest. I think they might finally have a Baby Bear on the way because they asked about knitting a little blanket a few days ago."

...

He.. tried to not humor the thought of just sailing away from this city with you, like that lucky bastard did with his spouse when he took off into the woods. Of course he couldn't, he knew Papyrus would stay here with Happy and he'd never want to be far from his brother. 

Still...

It was a tempting idea.

"I could always teach you. It's a pretty good skill to just learn how to hand stitch to mend clothing and it really isn't too complicated."

He relented ...of course. 

Because he always did to you, with that smile on your face and the hum in your tone. 

.....

Learning from you had been everything he hoped for, with you sitting close to him as you taught him how to thread a needle. You were patient with him as he struggled, his hand shaking as he did his best to will his magic to move. You were gentle as you taught him to stitch carefully and slowly, following along side as you guided him every step of the way.

...He'll never forget the way you laughed at his first pass though. 

He had been so damn.. angry! 

Really, you had the nerve to laugh even when he did his best! 

You were the worst, which is why exactly he had to pin you down and tickle you until you couldn't breathe. At least he could use that wretched metal arm to press your hands above your head as you desperately tried to wrestle out of his hold until you were flushed and gasping for breath.

His next attempt was alone late at night, when even the stars on the deck above couldn't quell his thoughts. They ran wild in his head, stampeding and thrashing about.

At his failures. 

At his mistakes.

At the humming in his shoulder and the arm that ached despite not being there. So he tried to not think about it as he quietly threaded the needle under the dim yellow lights in his quarters. The quiet creak and groan of the boat was his only accompaniment along your soft breathing from the bed as you peacefully slumbered away.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

He timed his stitches with your breaths, pushing the needle through the felt and then back again as he sewed the two pieces of scrap fabric together. It was strange how difficult this was, willing his fingers to move while simply pushing and pulling a needle. His jaw would tense as his hand shook at times and failed to grasp the needle, and then he'd hear you let out a sigh and he'd relax again.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

Until the stitch was done.

Until he hushed the wild thoughts in his head and put his stress to bed.

Until he could no longer deny himself your company and he'd fall back to your side, finally delving into the depths of sleep.

He spent many days and nights like this, a fire ignited in his soul to hear your praise the first time.

"Seems like your stitched are getting tighter. Nice work there, Cap."

That was all he needed.

Your words. Your smile. The exigent that reflected in your beautiful eyes. You were proud of him, and it made him work all the harder as he sat with you in the room you had taken for your sewing. This place had been your sanctuary, something he once avoided entering to at least give you a little room for yourself on the ship, but now he found reassurance in it as well.

The whir of your sewing machine had become a comfort, able to drown out the buzz in his head as he worked beside you. Soft colorful fabrics lined the shelves in the wall and a half finished dress would decorate a mannequin or two. The both of you would drink coffee and chit chat as he tried to get lost in the motions of hand stitching pieces of scrap fabric together. 

He didn't want to constantly strain himself to move his arm.

He wanted it to be natural.

He wanted to use his hand without a second thought.

He wanted it to be like..

How it use to be.

But it could.. never really be like it use to be. 

And he struggled and struggled and struggled.

In the weeks that had dragged by, both you and Papyrus had picked up small gigs to help patch the hole his injury was leaving. 

Sans was... or had been.. the bread maker. 

He always prided himself on providing by running the docks, able to keep his rather lavish lifestyle alive by delivering cargo from overseas to sellers like the Fell brothers and the other croons of this city, but the two of you had insisted on him resting, so his businesses and trades had all but halted.

You were still far off from ever putting a dent in his savings, but the two of you worked regardless to ease his stress. 

..Because somehow, even having the back up funds prepared for events like this, didn't stop Sans from stressing.

The only part that annoyed him about it was that you had less time to teach him. You focused more on your commissions, so Sans would leave you in peace to your quiet room and stitch in his quarters.

He hadn't really decided what he wanted to work towards from stitching. It had simply become a tool to help train his fingers, so now that he could sew what was he suppose to do with the skill?

...

....

.....

It was a quiet afternoon in his quarters, the low hum of a forgotten radio on his desk as a deep voice rattled off the daily news mixed with a garble of static. Being so far out into the marine meant the reception wasn't good, but he could pick up key terms as the voice drawled on. Another murder on the west side, some more fights in the south and some re-election news. Not like it mattered who was in charge these days. The faces changed but at the end of the day these suits always lined their pockets with bloodied dollar bills. This city was rotted to it's core, just like it's people, and it'd stay that way until it was burned to the ground.

Sans' eyelights drifted down to the book in front of him.

'Stuffed Plushies For Beginners!'

The title almost felt condescending, just like the colorful pictures and simple wording that decorated each page. He still couldn't help but twist his frown deeper at the fact that you bought him a children's book of all things, paired with that sharp little grin of yours and that infectious laugher. It had been too much.. Which is why he snatched the damn thing out of your hands when you gave it to him. 

"To help decide what you want to do with your new skill! Maybe you can finally make something instead of just stitching scraps together you dork."

He would never turn down a challenge, especially from you, and he was eager to have your approval again.

"AND WHAT EXATLY SHOULD I SEW?"

"Just pick something you're interested in and sew it. They have a lot of animals in there! You do at least like one kind of animal, don't you?"

Dogs, because they were loyal.

Cats, because they could fend for themselves.

Birds, because of their freedom.

But making something based of them didn't quite appeal to Sans.

'Basic Plushie Pattern.'

...

"hey bro, i wanted to ask- oh my stars."

"AH-!" Sans inhaled, squeezing the doll in his grasp and nearly tearing at it with his claws. "YOU-! WOULD YOU KNOCK!?"

"you actually made a plushie of them. wow," his brother hummed, "and here i thought your obsession couldn't get any wo-"

WHOOMPH.

The pillow made direct contact with Papyrus' face, earning a laugh from the taller skeleton. Sans barked out a few more insults as his brother continued to giggle, admiring what he had finished so far. 

It.. looked like crap.

Some of the stitches were lopsided and others weren't uniform, but he wanted to see this through before his frustrations got the better of him. So with some encouragement from Papyrus he kept at it, finishing the body and then attaching the head.

"Pahahaha! Captain!"

"WHAT!?"

"You! Ehehe! You-! Of.. of me!"

"LOOK, JUST TELL ME IT'S TERRIBLE SO I CAN BE RID OF THE ACURSED THING ALRIGHT?"

"No! No. Absolutely not! I'm keeping this forever and you can never take it away from me!"

He gritted his teeth and attempted to wrestle the doll from your grasp but to no avail. You hugged it close and refused to relent, calling it precious and a testament to his efforts.

All of his hard work.. 

To a doll..

That looked like you.

"Are you going to make one of you?" you asked, letting out a few breaths as he finally gave up trying to grab the doll from your grasp.

"AND WHY WOULD I DO THAT?"

"Well I don't want them to be lonely."

...

How could he... ever argue with that.

So begrudgingly he sewed again, this time now more aware than ever of that 'thing' as it worked meticulously to create a replicate of itself. The doll's left arm, sewn together with a deep gray metallic fabric, now shared the same shame he did.

...

Strangely enough, it suited him.

...

"They look cute together."

"ONE ON THE RIGHT HAS SEEN BETTER DAYS."

"I still think he's pretty cute. He's trying his best, after all."

Well.. he certainly couldn't argue with that either.

[myluciferiscody]

Summer of ‘84

Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,426

Warnings: smut, language, sex in a public place, au!, all characters are 18+, i’m sorry if this is bad lmao

**using my current tag-list so feel free to ignore**

It was June of 1984 when you and your close friends returned to your jobs at the local drive-in theatre the last Summer before you started college.

It was your second year working here, and you were sad that it would be the last. It was an easy job. You'd work nights only five days a week. It was nice being able to make your own money and have fun with your friends while doing it. 

You were working the concession stand tonight with Xavier Plympton. You had been friends with him the longest out of the bunch. He was one of the best co-workers you could ever ask for. Despite his constant complaining about dealing with customers, he was always armed with perfect comebacks when you were stuck dealing with a Karen. Plus, he did work hard, which was a relief. Some of the other teenagers you worked with were only there for the paycheck, clearly. 

You were particularly excited because you were able to see the screen playing Gremlins and Ghostbusters. You rarely got to enjoy the movies. You were either working the ticket booth or continuously walking around, making sure nobody tried to sneak under the rotting wooden gates surrounding the lot. 

It was just after 9:30 when Gremlins started, and you and Xavier had just finished up the line.

"Let's hope the crowd stays away so we can clean up." he sighed, stretching his arms above his head. The ugly yellow shirts you had to wear rode up a little, and you caught yourself staring before a pair of hands covered your eyes.

"Gah!" you said, and you heard the loud laugh of Montana Duke behind you. 

"Sheesh, you're such a scaredy-cat!"

"I was distracted!" you said, your cheeks burning as you started to wipe down the counter, which was covered in popcorn kernels. "Shouldn't you be with Brooke right now?"

Montana slid over the countertops, going to the pop machine where she started filling up two cups. "We're parched, it's just now starting to cool down a bit. Larry is making us patrol for the next forty-five minutes before the others take over."

You nodded, scrubbing a particularly stubborn spot of butter that was probably from the night before. 

Xavier had laughed at what Montana said, and you immediately knew why. They had been caught in quite the compromising position the first night the theatre was opened this season. You were surprised they hadn't been fired, and Brooke had given two shifts away after the fact to avoid being questioned about it. 

"He's a fucking pervert anyway," Montana said, putting lids on both cups. "I gotta go. Be good!" she called sweetly before she bounced out of the rickety building. 

"I wish these fucking fans would work!" Xavier grumbled, fumbling with the switch of the nearest overhead fan. It made a creaking noise, the metal blades moving an inch before it stopped. 

"They're ancient," you laughed, finally getting the spot cleaned. "Candace told me they've been here since this place opened."

"These are like forty years old then, how fucking convenient," he grumbled, before giving up. "You'd think they could afford to replace them."

"Watch your language," you scolded. "We don't need another complaint."

Xavier smirked at you, starting to restock the popcorn buckets. "y/n, you should really stop being so uptight, babe." he teased you.

"I am not uptight!" you gasped, your mouth falling open as you dropped the rag into the sanitizer bucket. 

"Exactly what someone uptight would say!" he retorted, laughing at you, his hands methodically stacking the buckets handful by handful. 

"You won't think it's amusing when you're fired, you ass!" you said, causing Xavier to throw his head back and laugh rambunctiously. 

"That's the least of my worries, babe," he grinned at you, and you felt your heart swell. "What would you do without me?" he said.

"I'd probably actually get some work done..." you mumbled, starting to refill the popcorn machine with fresh kernels. "But I'd have to deal with the bitchy Karens all on my own."

"Watch your language!" Xavier mocked you, balling up the plastic and tossing it in the nearest trash-can. "Hey y/n- oh, someone is coming."

You told Xavier you would take care of the customer as he started restocking the cups, watching as you showed the young boy all of the ice creams you had. He was cute, probably no older than eleven with thick-framed glasses and a toothy smile. 

"Thank you, Miss," he said, before hurrying out.

"I think he liked you," Xavier said as you closed the register. "That's cute."

You rolled your eyes, seeing Larry sitting in the projection room, already asleep. "Shut up, he's young."

The next half-an-hour you only helped two other customers. Many people came to use the bathrooms, but other than that, you were alone with Xavier. You had cleaned up everything there was to clean, and you decided to dig out the book you brought to pass the time. 

Xavier watched the screen through the large window next to the entrance, the portable stereo tuned into the theatre's station. He was very amused by Gizmo, even gushing at the little creature.

"That's cute," you mumbled to yourself, chewing on your lip to keep from giggling.

"I heard that," he said crossly, his eyes on you now.

"I didn't say anything," you shrugged, bookmarking your page. "I'm hungry, I want a pretzel."

"Lucky for you, I popped one in for you," Xavier said, gesturing towards the pretzel heater right next to him. "It should be done now."

"Thank you, Xavier!" you said happily, coming over and taking it out. Xavier watched you, and he reached next to him for a bucket of popcorn he had gotten for himself. He put a handful in his mouth as you started pouring nacho cheese into a plastic container. 

"Hey, y/n?" he asked again, looking at you.

"Yes?" you asked, watching the hot cheese, feeling your stomach growl with hunger.

"Do you remember my friend Chet? He graduated last year?"

You nodded, moving to sit next to him on the counter. "The cute dark-haired kid who is really athletic?" 

"That's him," Xavier said, stuffing more popcorn into his mouth. "I ran into him the other day, and I told him I was working here again. He said he worked here for a season before we met."

You encouraged him to keep going, wondering where this was going. You knew Chet Clancy, mainly because he was a popular jock who dated multiple girls throughout the years. You have only spoken a few words with him in your entire life, but he was sweet enough. 

"Uhm..." he said, looking a little nervous now. You thought it was odd, he rarely became this way around you. "He asked about you."

You perked up, tearing your pretzel in half as you watched him see if he were joking. He wasn't, looking you dead in the eyes, and you could see he was honest.

"He asked about me?" you asked, shocked.

"Yeah, he kind of... Hinted, that he was interested in you."

You found yourself smiling. "Really? I never really talked to him..."

Xavier nodded, "I know. I was a little shocked myself."

You ate some of your food, now thinking about dating Chet Clancy. You never would have imagined it, and not even because you rarely knew him. He just seemed so out of reach. You weren't the "normal" crowd he hung out with.

"Wow... That's insane," you said simply.

"Yeah... But I kind of choked up and said we were dating."

You spit out your tiny bite of food, covering your mouth as Xavier looked at you with wide eyes. "WE'RE NOT DATING!"

"Shh!" Xavier said, almost dropping his popcorn in an attempt to cover your mouth. "I know, y/n, I don't even know what happened," he growled, tossing the bucket aside. "I panicked."

"Why would you panic?" you asked, wrinkling your nose as you picked up your un-chewed food with a napkin and tossed it in the bin. "We're friends."

"I got... Jealous," he replied lamely.

You glanced up at him, and he was looking at his lap, his face wrinkled in embarrassment. You were thrown for a loop. As long as you had known each other, not once did there seem to be any romantic inclination. Of course, you've crushed on him a bit, I mean, who wouldn't? He was funny, charismatic, gorgeous, and saw something in you that he wanted to be your friend.

"Why?" was all you managed, your voice hushed and confused.

"It made me realize that I like you. And we're not little kids anymore. If I didn't tell you how I felt, then I might lose the opportunity to tell you." he said, before laughing dryly, "I guess it took another guy being interested in you for me to wise up and stop being an idiot."

You started to grin at him, and Xavier looked relieved. "Does this mean you're not mad?" 

"I'm not mad," you assured him, putting your food to the side. "I'm just surprised. I never would have thought..."

"Babe, I'm clearly head over heels for you, I tease you relentlessly because I like to make you laugh. And I like when you get snappy with me." he grinned at you, his eyes sparkling as you heard a group of teenagers pile into the bathroom, giggling. 

You scooted closer to Xavier, and you could smell his body wash. "I just thought it meant you liked to pick on me." 

He threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. "I do, with love."

After that, you had spent the rest of Gremlins talking, sitting close to each other, and giggling madly. You had to go back to work once intermission started, and you felt your heart-beating wildly every time you heard Xavier's voice. You listened as girls giggled and whispered about him, cashing them out with a broad smile. At one point, you heard him go, "Sorry, ladies, I'm taken."

When the last movie started, you turned off all the machines, cleaning everything down quickly. The one thing you liked about this theatre is that intermission was the final call. You'd have time to clean up and be on your way home before the second movie was even half-way through.

You had set aside some food for the others while you finished up. Brooke Thompson and Montana came in, taking some leftovers and asking if you wanted to watch Ghostbusters. 

"We'll be out in a bit," Xavier said, gesturing to the broom he was holding. "Whoever worked in here last time did a shit job."

"Cool, we'll be in my car!" Montana said, before scurrying out with Brooke, their arms full of popcorn, soda, and nachos.

"I'm so ready to skip this joint!" Xavier said after he finished swimming, and you switched off the first set of lights. 

"Me too. Are there any nachos left?" you asked, locking up the safe.

"Just enough for the both of us," he replied. You stood up, walking over to him, and you ended up tripping over your shoes, colliding with his chest.

"Oh shit, you alright?" he asked, grabbing you tightly.

"I'm fine!" you laughed, looking up at his figure towering over you. "I think I tripped over the crack in the floor..."

Xavier stared down at you, and you felt his hand come up and brush against your cheek. You felt your skin tingle underneath his touch. "We're gonna get caught."

"I don't care," Xavier whispered before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

You held your breath as you melted into his touch. You've been in a few relationships before in your time, but nothing ever compared to what you were currently feeling. Xavier held your head in his hands, your kiss becoming more heated until you felt him pulling you towards the back, where the storage was kept.

"We're gonna get-."

Xavier cupped a hand over your mouth, pulling you into the closet before shutting the door. There was a single light hanging above you that he flicked on, and you could barely see the movie screen from the rectangular window sitting high above your heads.

"Trust me, Babe. If you're quiet, we'll be fine."

You nodded, holding onto him as Xavier pushed an empty box onto the floor, lifting you up and setting you on top of a sturdy table. There wasn't a whole lot of room. He reached over to lock the door.

"What are you doing?" You asked, kicking off your shoes. You were wearing denim shorts, and the air around you was much colder than you expected. You got goosebumps as Xavier played with the button of your shorts.

"Could I take these off?" He asked.

You nodded shyly, biting your lip as he slowly unbuttoned them, the only sound being your shared breathing and the zipper being lowered down.

"Have you done this before, y/n?" He asked, his hands gripping the waistband of your shorts.

"I've done a few things..." you said, your cheeks becoming hot.

"I'll be gentle, I promise." He said, before starting to tug your undergarments off. You lifted your hips, and he quickly let them drop to the floor. Outside you could hear the audience collectively laughing at something.

Xavier shed out of his shirt, throwing it on the nearest shelf. He wasn't overly muscular but was nicely toned. You've seen him shirtless many times over the years, but this time was different. He was beautiful.

"Are you enjoying the view?" He asked arrogantly, flashing you a smile as you instinctively crossed your legs. "Ah, spread them for me, babe." He kindly scolded.

"Of course, I am!" You respond, "You're hot, and you know it, babe."

"Cute," he winked at you, before looping his arms underneath your legs. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled you closer, spreading your legs out for him. You could feel how wet you were against the crisp air, and you wanted to die from embarrassment at how easily you became aroused.

"Remember to stay quiet." He said, grinning at you mischievously. "You don't want to get caught."

You squeezed your eyes shut at his arrogance. "Fuck you."

The words had barely left your mouth when you felt his tongue lick a quick swipe along your thigh. You shuddered at the feeling; your stomach trembling as Xavier purposely teased you. You weren't lying when you said you have a little experience. But, you never received oral before. You gave it once, and that was it.

You let out a quiet gasp as he finally licked along your folds, your hands itching to grab onto his hair already. You refrained, lifting them above your head to keep from messing anything up.

Xavier was skilled as he ran his tongue gingerly along your folds, before pushing his tongue inside. The feeling caused hundreds of butterflies to fly over your stomach. Your thighs clenched as he adjusted his hold on you, kneeling down to push his head deeper between your legs.

"Oh, fuck!" You said a little too loudly before you felt his hand covering your mouth. You mewled and sighed against him as Xavier slowly ate you out. You always heard from Montana that it was one of the best feelings in the world, but you never imagined it being quite like this.

Nor did you ever expect to be here with Xavier, but life was crazy.

You grabbed onto Xavier's arm as he started sucking on your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he teased your entrance with a single finger, barely testing the waters.

You were lost in the feeling when suddenly the door handle rattled. You jumped out of your skin, nearly trapping Xavier between your thighs when you heard the security guards' high-pitched voice. "Fuck! Larry must have locked it before he left."

Xavier freed himself, prepared to cover you with his body when the voice of Mason, a co-worker say, "It's fine, we'll just have to look in there tomorrow. I can't find the key anywhere."

You heard their footsteps fade away, and you and Xavier both glanced at each other, before giggling madly.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he whispered in your ear.

"It's not your fault?" You said, running your hand along his face now.

"I'm gonna go back down here now," he said, kissing your hand before slinking down your body again. You let him go, now covering your own mouth as he grabbed your legs, his mouth instantly closing over your clit.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his fingers once again teasing your entrance. "I'm gonna make you cum in my mouth."

Xavier continued until you were shaking so severely that he had to hold you down by the hips, almost forcing you to keep your legs open. Xavier pumped a finger inside of you, his thumb meeting your clit while his tongue teased it simultaneously.

You came in minutes, sighing loudly against your hand as Xavier cleaned you up, before placing kisses along your thighs. You breathed heavily as you sat up, quickly taking off your shirt, revealing your bra.

"Fuck, y/n," he said, allowing you to unbutton his pants, your hands fumbling to get them off as soon as possible. "You're hot."

"And horny, so please take off your pants." You begged, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. When you were completely naked, you stared at Xavier's dick, wondering how in the hell it was supposed to fit.

"Don't look so scared, babe," Xavier said, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Have you?..."

You shook your head, "I never got this far."

Xavier nuzzled your neck, and you wrapped your legs around him as he kissed along your skin, trailing along your collarbone before placing kisses on your jawline.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked, suddenly having an epiphany on the importance of safe sex.

"There's a box behind the pack of lightbulbs," he said, and you pulled back to look at him. "Chet told me about them, I swear."

Xavier wasted no time grabbing a condom from said hiding place, and you watched as he slid it on with ease. You wrapped a leg around his hips again, and he hugged you while he pressed kisses to your face.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you, baby girl," he whispered, and you nodded, holding him tightly.

You focused on the sound of more laughter from the audience, keeping your breathing under control as Xavier slowly pushed inside of you. He felt you tense up, holding you tightly and not moving until you encouraged him to do so.

After a few moments, you told him to move, figuring it would worsen before it got better. Xavier nodded, still holding you tight as he rocked his hips into yours, both of you panting as you grew more comfortable having his dick inside of you.

When you felt a lot better, you laid flat against the table, keeping a leg wrapped around him while he increased his pace. Xavier's face was screwed up as the pleasure coursed throughout your body. His large hand reached forward, grabbing at your breasts while you attempted to keep your moans at bay.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," you said, trying to keep your leg from slipping off his hip.

"You're so fucking hot, babe," he said, leaning over you until you were almost nose to nose. "I want you to come for me, y/n,"

You shook your head, not wanting this to stop.

Xavier hid his laugh, increasing his face slightly. "You're going to fucking come for me, y/n."

"Make. Me." You said through clenched teeth.

Xavier laughed now, adjusting your free leg enough to easily slip his hand over your clit. He rubbed you out with his thumb, focusing on you, wanting you to come before he did.

"That's it," Xavier cooed as you finally clinched around him, crying out behind your hand as he slowed down, watching as you coated his length. "Fuck..."

You dug your heel into his skin as Xavier came, his hips stilling as he kneeled over you, kissing you deeply. You were breathless as he kissed you fiercely, hardly allowing you a break until he climbed off you.

You sat up, feeling light. "That was amazing."

Xavier grinned at you, pulling on his boxers after taking off the condom. "It's all you babe, not me."

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DWD Reviews: A Brush with Oblivion Or Is Everyone Blind and Stupid? (Commission by WeirdKev27)

Well this was a mixed bag if I ever saw one. Taking a break from the Ride, since Kev commissioned this during my still going black friday sale, seriously 3 bucks for episode commissions get after it, I thought this would be pretty good.. good villain with a good gimmick. Could be intresting. I didn’t count on EVERYONE but Honker, Gosalyn and Splatter Phoenix themselves daring to be stupid. I mean my god in god we trust, this one was frustrating. I WANTED to like it for it’s brilliant qualities but the main plot is so frustrating, Let’s discuss shall we? First off WHY Kev commissioned this one. He was waiting till I did Quackerjack and Bushroot but he decided to do it early because sale prices. See this is a BONUS chapter in “March to Justice Ducks”. It’s very thinly associated with it, but honestly had I had the idea myself I would’ve gladly done this and I thank Kev for it. See Tad Stones regretted putting Negaduck in the fearsome five. It’s not that Negs is a bad character.. it’s the opposite. Being such a dynamic and interesting one.. meant he overshadowed the other four to the point they didn’t get as much of a chance to shine. So in hindsight, had he had the chance to do it all over again he would’ve put Splatter Phoenix here in there instead. And I’m incllined to agree: as the comics show, Quackerjack could’ve been the leader easy and if not him Megavolt, but neither would’ve overpowered the others. That being said the five we did get are great, and the dynamic is fine, but I can’t fault him for wanting them to be equals instead of minons. 

And honestly , and getting to one of the episodes strengths, Splatter Phoenix IS a thoroughly awesome villain with a unique and interesting power. In short she’s an experimental artist who through her experimenting, created a paint brush that can bring paintings to life and control them as well as allow her to travel in and out of them. She’s voiced here by  Dani Staahl, who i’ve never heard of but is terrific. And shockingly, she’s voiced by a rather sizeable voice next time with Andrea Martin of SCTV fame. And if your wondering if i’m going to cover her other appearance you are extremely correct, just probably further down the line or for another commission.  But her powers are used REALLY creatively by the episode, having her and Darkwing and Co run through various abstract art I can’t really name outside of the salvador dahli piece at the end because I don’t know art. That being said, it still looks utterly gorgeous and while I can’t name most of the pieces or the artists behind them, the wiki does say most are pastiches. They are recognizable though and it does look utterly stunning from a cubist piece to the dahli finale to Gosalyn’s dinosaur picture seen above. Each style is unique, crisp and beautifully animated and they and splatter are the saving grace of the episode. These sequences are some of the best i’ve seen from the show and, especially for a low budget 90′s kids show even a disney one, are REALLY impressive and would be even today. And her attidue helps. While her gimmick is simple, she talks in intellectual art speak most of the time, it’s funny enough to enjoy. Plus, it weirdly does things for me and I don’t know how to respond to that so let’s move on. 

My shame aside, you may be wondering two things then: Why I don’t like this episode, and why i’m not covering it my usual style. Well the answer to both is otherwise.. this episode is REALLY damn obnoxious. Splatter takes up enough to make it watchable.. but the main spine of the episode not only pisses me off in a very specific way, as it follows a story trope I CANNOT stand, but in a general way it’s just frustrating and REALLY dumb.  The basic premise is it’s children’s art night at the musem, with the kids various paintings being displayed, so naturally The Mallards and the Muddlefoots are both there, with Honker having painted a painting within a painting and Gosalyn having painted a horrifing but neat dinosaur piece. It’s then.. the plot starts and my patience evaporates. Honker spots Splatter in a painting and spots her comit a theft but no one belivies him. They belivie it wasn’t him, because he dosen’t have the target on him, but his parents think he’s making stuff up and so does Drake. Or in other words...

I mean.. nothing about this works. I’d get skepticism in a normal setting, and this was produced earlier in the series though as for where your guess is as good as mine, but.. this is a world where appliances were brought to life, a water dog publicly ransomed the cities water suply, and and an evil toymaker raised hell, not to mention the bat based pizza theft. A woman running in and out of a painting SHOULD NOT be that farfetched but no everyone just assumes the kid is lying and dosen’t bother asking why. Including Drake.. everyone else.. fine, Herb’s a moron and we’ll get to him in a second. But Drake has fought so much weird shit at this point, you’d THINK he’d think it was a supervillian and not just honker lying.  You’d think but no. Thankfully he finds out pretty quick, so he’s more tolerable but it still hurts my head that he’s this stubborn. 

But as I just hinted at.. Herb and Binkie are worse as they repeadtly think their son is a liar and ground him over it... even though they KNOW Honker dosen’t lie, Gosalyn admits he can’t and admits she’s failed to teach him, and then instead of you know believing their kid, blame Gos for it, which amount's to absolutley nothing so why have this plot point! All it did was make me hate herb as much as Drake does.. I mean if he’s this terrible a parent and this dense that rather than believe his own kid didn’t do the impossible or wasn’t covering for a thief that his friend taught him how to lie, no wonder Drake can’t stand him. The voice dosen’t help, as normally it’s tolerable but it’s extra loud and extra insufferable this episode. It just makes already insufferable scnees worse. 

But the crowner for moron of this episode is the curator, who repadtly, when seeing Honker there, blames him for the thefts, and at one point when he tries to enter a painting HAS A CHILD ARRESTED. He has a small child, who couldn’t of possibly taken any of this.. arrested. Now granted one of the paintings is destroyed.. but the can wasn’t left behind by splatter phoenix. So he had a 10 year old arrested... on charges of propety destrictuion? What.. why would he do this? WHy would his parents belivie this/ WHY. it’s agonizingly dumb. It hurts.. it hurts and I understandably didn’t want to go on loop with this asshole. But that’s what the episode feels like and it only gets broken because Splatter outright tells the curator so she can ransom mona lisa’s mouth! GAH. 

But yeah that’s our big setpiece,  as Splatter carriers mona’s annoying mouth around through some cool set pieces. We also get a neat bit earlier of Gosalyn stuck in a piccaso, which looks really damn neat and also really painful. And apparently she can leave because drake enters? I dunno, it’s not the dumbest thing about this episode. We do get the curator catching Darkwing tryign to take the painting.. which not only has him actually blamed with a crime resonably for the first time since the pilot, but is clever and gets a good line out of the deal.  And that brings me to another reason the episode is so frustrating: so much of the plot is just dropped threads. The Waddlemeyers don’t want honker around gosalyn. Goes nowhere. Gosalyn is trapped in a painting,. Resolved pretty easily. Darkwing might take the fall for this GOES NOWHERE. MY SANITY. GOES AWAY. 

Finally.. I just don’t like this stock plot. The “Character is telling the truth but no one belivies them”. it CAN be done well. Amphibia did this plot well in season 1 and Gravity Falls used it well as it was revealed Stan DOES know, he just was playing dumb. It can be done right.. it’s just more often than not a kid is put through hell for something they have on control over by some asshole adult or some other kid. or an adult is put through it. I’ve never enjoyed this sort of Michigan J Frog bullshit, and never will. And here it’s an innocent, honest, good kid being sent to JAIL breifly for .. telling the truth. With no reward. Just nope episode over. fuck this episode. 

So before we wrap, the finale, which again is pretty good. Honker finds one of Splatter’s brushes, uses it to restore Darking and Co and it’s pretty cleve.r. then it gets dumb again with Darkwing escorting pheonix away and the muddlefoots finally beliving their son after mona lisa’s smile tells them he isn’t a liar.. okay whatever we’re done. 

FINAL. THOUGHTS. 

This episode is split down the middle :It’s half a good episode, wtih great sequences, great jokes and great use of classic art.. and half GOD MAKE IT STOP AGGRIVATION. It’s easily the worst darkwing i’ve seen so far, and yet SITLL has stuff worth watching it for. The painting sequences are still some of the shows best.. it’s jsut saddled with a plot I hate and that aggrivates me. This was not good, and i’ve seen much better and hopefully Splatter’s other appearance is less aggravating. we will see eventually. Till then, there’s always another rainbow. 

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this is stupid lol but like , i've been drawing everybody wearing the friendship bracelets so i feel like i owe y'all an explanation as to why the *fuck* squid would be wearing/have made one in the first place. i'm still working of a picture of the gang actually making them but yeah. basically the friendship bracelets act as a "you see this squid? , this is a symbol of you're stuck with us and we have your own permission to kick your butt if you act like a jerk" they don't wear them a lot cus, ya know all them bracelets can be kinda uncomfortable and annoying but they do wear em every now and then especially when they've planned an outing cus friendshippp

" BECAUSE I LIKE YOU! " Squidward heaved , trying to catch the breath he lost in his tantrum as he defeatedly locked eyes with the man before him . Spongebob scoffed. He wasn't even sure anymore when the fight started or what it was about but it sounded like his teal haired opponent was reduced to his last trump card, again. The one he knew would usually defeat the sponge, but not this time. He was so tired of this. " Yeah yeah I know, *hmpf* 'you don't really hate me' even if you regularly remind me. And maybe somewhere deep down you can stand me. I get it Squid you have that revelation twice a year, it's getting old. " He sighed crossing his arms as he tore away his gaze to look at the floor in disappointment whilst the other blinked before reaching out, more in an attempt to materialize answers from thin air then anything else, as he started again, still panicked and frustrated. " H- no! It's not....Agh! Look I don't! UGH  why do you have to make this so DIFFICULT! " " I'M making this difficult!? This ...this-this SHERADE has been going on for 10 years squidward! " Cerulean eyes pierced trough carmine ones with a look of rage, confusion, and frustration as the man threw up his freckled arms in desperation before they slunk back to his sides with a huff of defeat. To which the guilty scowl on the cephalopods face deepened. " Look I-ugh. I was TRYING to say that I like you. Not just that I don't hate you, which I also don't... do? Too many negatives. ANYWAY...I...I uhm....I don't like admitting defeat I- I uh, I guess... ehm an-  and I have a  hard time accepting things sometimes ... and I guess- I guess I just bottle things up until I explode... " He grimaced and looked around, vaguely gesturing . " Which is why we're discussing this stuff at 3 AM in the pattyvault instead of at home like normal people, ...I guess. " Sponge blinked a bit snapping out of it...oh yeah, right, squid was sneaking out and eating patties behind everyone's backs instead of ordering one every now and then like a ding dang normal person because for SOME INSANE REASON  he seems to insist people will ... will... NEPTUNE KNOWS WHAT HE THINKS PEOPLE WILL DO WHEN THEY FIND OUT HE LIKES PATTIES! HE'S JUST BEING SO- SO ARGHHHG! That last grunt escaped it's mental confides and rolled out between the gap of his buckteeth. " I just. I don't get it Squidward you ALWAYS do this. With everything!!! With anything you KNOW is fun!!! With everyone you know you actually like!!!  with....     With me...  Forget it, I'm just gonna...  go count the sesame seeds, I suppose.  Just... Don't fill up on patties until you explode again. " He turned around shaking his head with a sigh to head to his destination, but was brought to a halt by a suction cupped hand wrapping around his wrist " Spongebob wait!" A sigh. A grimace. A deep breath. " I. Am. Sssorry.  There, I said it, I'm sorry! I don't want whatever this is to keep going either! I just.... I am.... I am afraid of change, I guess?  You always say things will be fine but what if they're not???  I'm not lucky like you Sponge!  Destiny always seems to want good things for you but my karma is ATROCIOUS.  KELP! I could land in a hospital just for thinking about my karma! "  " Well then that's even more reason to try!!! Your "karma" wont get better if you don't! " " Ugggghhh I, You- This-  GAH! Can we talk about this some other time!? All I'm gonna get out at this rate  is more nonsensical rambling I'm gonna regret saying because: It's LATE, I'm EXHAUSTED and I STILL haven't     had a darn krabby patty! " " Then just eat the darn thing and get on with it because I'm not letting you chicken out again! "  " Can you at least close the door for a minute and give me some privacy! "  " YOU ARE GOING TO EAT A 🐬ING BURGER,WHAT PRIVACY!? " Oh... wow... a... that was... that was a swear. ....Spongebob just swore. ......uh-oh. Squid's really gotten himself thrown in the deep end now. He gulped nervously before submissively nodding and taking a bite of his burger... oh sweet mother of pearl it was good!  Neptune! Why does he always deprive himself of things he wants so bad?  Oh, right. Because he always has to make a big show of telling everyone that he actually hates the things he likes and he would DIE of mortification if he ended up having to admit defeat like a.... like a loser. With a light shake of his head he brushes off the thoughts and focuses on savoring the taste of his burger... 1 because he really needed one and wants to enjoy it. And 2 because ...ehm... he's a tad scared for what awaits him when he's finished. Spongebob was rarely enraged to the point of screaming,.. to the point of swearing and when he was he was a force to be reckoned with, Squidward knew that much. He peeked over in between bites to see his colleague standing there, arms crossed and impatiently tapping his foot, he was scowling so hard his buckteeth were hidden behind a pout and his eyes were squinted to half their normal size.  " How is it? " It was near impossible to gauge what kind of reaction the blonde wanted by his intonation, he was curt, near emotionless, ... Sarcastic? Squidward gulped down what he was chewing and smiled sheepishly.  " Just as good as I remember...heh. " " Hmmhmm. I bet. " Oh boy. With another awkward chuckle squid finished his burger before taking a deep breath.  " Had your fill? " " Heh, eh y-yeah. I kinda want more but I don't want a repeat of the last time. " " 3 times. " " H-huh? " " you loaded up on patties until you had to be hospitalized THREE TIMES. " The freckled man's gaze got the octopus who normally towered over him shrinking in shame before him. Just a little short of going into a fetal position.

" Why do you do this Squidward? What on earth does karma have to do with you being a stubborn seamule about things until they go horribly wrong!?  You could just order a damn patty every now and then, EVERYBODY loves krabby patties, no one would blame you! But no mr. Tentacles is too good for a krabby patty, mr. Tentacles would rather be miserable until         the kettle boils over and he loses control! " That got a huff out of the other who gathered some courage to stand up straight and glare back. " That mocking mr. Tentacles talk is exactly why! Because I am trying to uphold an image here, and the moment I don't live up to it I know damn well that everybody here will jump on the opportunity to remind me that      I'm just a poser! That I'm not actually the hot shit I pretend I am! That I'm lucky they even tolerate me breathing the same water! That I should feel honored anyone is willing to admit they're acquainted with me! That   I don't actually have any talent! That I'm....that I'm just.... That I'm a nobody! A filthy peasant! A wannabe show-off! That I'm a-a ... a...  That I'm a LOSER.  " Squidward clenched his fists, sniffling trough heavy breaths, he's not sure when it happened but he started crying. Oh Neptune this is humiliating. He feels kinda dizzy, oh please don't ink! This is bad enough as it is! As he looked up defeatedly his eyes met blue ones, glittering from the moisture collecting in them as a scowl made way for a worried frown. Great, somehow sympathy felt worse then rage. " Squidward... " " No, please just...  don't. That's what I meant with 'I'm just going to ramble'. Pretend I didn't say anything. I gah- " He yelped as he suddenly found himself in a tight embrace. Of course. He grunted uncomfortably and squirmed a bit trying to break free from the surprisingly strong hold his normally rather weak companion had. " Sponge I'm serious let's just pretend tha- " " Nu-uh! We, we're done pretending anything! Squid please! Talk to me about these things! " Two watery blue eyes look up at him, accompanied by a deep frown and trembling lip that only deepen the pained feeling in the octopus's chest. " Please. I'm here for you Squidward. " Gahhhh why does he always! Why is this always so! And he just! And, oh blowfish. He's crying again. " That's the damn problem here ! You have Patrick and Sandy and your parents and whatever stupid friends you made in your clubs to fall back on if you mess up! I..... " He sighs and against his better judgements, feels himself lamely hugging back, tiredly resting his chin in fluffy bottle blonde hair as he looks up at nothing. " I can't go to mother, she's not getting any younger and she's worried about me enough as it is, I can't stress her out more....  Father would just tell me to stop being a baby and man up... he'd mean it well but that doesn't mean it's any help. And "friends" I have acquaintances I guess, people I know by name that are willing to say hello to me.... I used to think Eugene was my friend but he's chosen being a boss over being a companion time and time again  so... I only really have only one friend... and he's used to me not treating him as one. So what if.... what if I did make an effort? And he starts expecting things from me, but I start chickening out or relapsing or decide I can't do it after all and he finally gives up on me!? I wouldn't blame him... I would have given up on me years ago... but I'm not sure what I'd do when I end up being completely on my own in this ..." Oh jeez... now Sponge feels bad. Obviously Squid has been struggling with this for a long time, he could tell he'd been struggling with his own happiness ever since he met him really... he pouts and gives his tall friend a comforting squeeze. " Well... have you tried talking to him about it? " A lame chuckle was the response before  he was slightly pushed back so the teal haired man could look at him with an awkward lopsided smile and a shrug. " I'm trying to right now. Heh. " A blink. 'Trying to right now'? Another blink. 'Only one friend that's used to not being treated as one' ? The gears in his spongey head were turning. 'I would have given up on me years ago'? With one more blink the short man started looking around wide eyed before carefully pointing at himself with a trembling hand. " Muh... me? " " No I'm talking about the krabby patty. yes you! Ever since you moved in next door... well before that really, ever since your little weirdo butt started "growing his first house" next-door you've been pestering me day  and night! With your incessant laughter and unconstrained joy and endless creativity and unmatched imagination and- and... and I just... I just... I kinda wish I could have been a part of it...  without having to be the mature adult that's too good for your childish games I guess? " Squid shrugged sadly before his friend released his grip on the hug, to instead take hold of his hands and make determined eye-contact. " You still can be part of it squidward... it's not too late, I told you didn't I? You're one of my best friends, I'll always have your back. You don't have to act a certain way or do specific stuff to be a mature adult you know? I've seen you Happy and exited before.... not as often as I'd like. But that's when you feel most you  when you're in a good mood and forget about who you 'should be ' for a moment.... I want to help you feel like that more often. " A soft sad chuckle left the octopus who shook his head and rubbed his teary eyes with his free hand. " You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. " " I think I've got a pretty good idea. " He chuckled back with a playful look. " Wait hold up I have an idea! " " Huh? What are you doing? " Squid blinked watching his...friend. Yeah, his friend. As he fumbled with something on his wrist before tugging at squid's arm. " Now, I want this one back because Patrick made it for me but that's gonna be our first friendship exercise! " He beamed a shiny bucktooth grin revealing the colorful macrame bracelet he transferred to the other's wrist. " Tomorrow you me and Pat are gonna get together and we're making this friendship official with a 3 people set! Oh maybe we could finally convince sandy to join, she never wants to do crafts with us.  She always says it's boring and starts karate chopping everything." " Wait- hold up, what? Friendship exercise? Official? Crafts? Karate chopping? " " Well yeah! I told you mister! No more pretending anything, we're gonna go out there as friends and you can be tsundere about it all you want but that's final " " I can be what about it???? Wait no never-mind that! Look don't you think you're going a bit fast here???? Do we have to do this, like... now??? And so... publicly???? " " Yesss we dooooooo~ " The blonde singsonged as he playfully flicked the other's nose " No more snail-footing around squidward! You're miserable and as your friend it is my duty to help fix that! So starting tomorrow we're doing this friend thing and you're gonna try or so help me I WILL get the                   ticklebelt! Nyahahahaha! " A sigh turned into a chuckle as Squid shook his head before he erupted in laughter along with his freckled friend... oh boy. What has he gotten himself into now??? " Hawhawhaw! " " Nyahahahaha! " " Hawhawhaw! " " Nyahaha. But seriously, I will. I  know where they keep the spare key to the mermalair. " " Huh? "        

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Nene's birthday wish

Yo what's this? Another poly WxS fic?! Who would've guessed...

I've always had this hc that Nene is more of a ler than a lee because maybe she doesn't feel so comfortable being touched. But now that she's become closer with her group, maybe she'd like to try being tickled by them as a change.

Happy Birthday Nene!!!💚

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Nene x Emu x Tsukasa x Rui (poly WxS)

Lee: Nene

Lers: Emu, Tsukasa, Rui

Warnings: Tickles!

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Nene had always been fond of tickling, it was something silly and fun she could do with her friends and in this case, her partners. Even so, she always preferred tickling the others. For the longest time she disliked the idea of being touched, which y'know...when she's dating the most touchiest people on the planet, it's only natural she grew to like it more and more. And since today was her birthday, what better day than to ask her partners to indulge her in this activity.

Of course the others agreed without any hesitation. They all gathered up at Nene's house, she was lying down in the middle of her bed, surrounded by her partners.

"You sure you wanna do this?" asked Tsukasa, he was always the worrywart of the group so it was natural that he wanted to make sure she was comfortable in this situation. She gently nodded her head, folding her arms behind her head.

"If you ever want it to stop just say 'red'".

"Phew...okay, I think I'm ready".

A mischevious grin quickly overtook the ticklers faces. Nene's cheeks instantly flushed at the sight of wiggling fingers approaching her vulnerable torso. Emu started by leaving tickly pokes at her stomach. It didn't cause much of a reaction but they could all see the 'lil twitches and jolts Nene would do at each poke. Then Rui joined in by softly scribbling at her armpits. This caused her to chocke on a laugh, but she remained strong and clamped her mouth shut.

"Well aren't you so stubborn~?" Rui teased as he kept scribbling away. Poor Nene squeezed her eyes shut as her shoulders shook in laughter. She wasn't sure why she refused to give in so easily, I guess she liked the challenge. Although it didn't last long when Tsukasa started squeezing at her kneecaps.

"PFFT! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Nene's loud and bubbly laughter instantly filled the room, her smile was so big the others hardly recognized her.

"Oooh, looks like I found a good spot~!" teased Tsukasa as he started scribbling under her knees.

"GYAH! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Nene was too busy laughing to even bother to respond. Out of...'insinct', she started kicking her legs out, occassionally hitting Tsukasa in the stomach.

"Gah!! I know you're doing that on purpose!".

Nene mentally smirked at him, but it didn't last long when she felt Rui tickling away at her neck.

"EEP! EHEHEHEHE!" she instantly scrunched up her shoulders. Rui couldn't help but tease her.

"Aww, does someone have a ticklish neck~?" he giggled once she let out a flustered squeak and her cheeks kept getting redder.

Emu then decided to experiment by gently clawing at her ribs. Nene bucked so hard she almost flew off the bed.

"AHH! WAHAHAIT! THAHAHAT TICKLES!!" that's all she could manage to say before being consumed by her obnoxious laughter once again. The others giggled along with her, happy that she was having a good time.

After some more unbearable tickles in those spots, Nene finally screeched out the safe word. "RED! RED! REHEHED!".

The others quickly stopped tickling her, giving her room to breathe. She sucked in as much air as she could, as a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Oh no! Did we take it too far...?" asked Emu with a sad face.

"Nohoho...! I-it was a lot of fuhun...!" she admitted a bit shyly, the others quickly cooed at her.

"Well if you ever wanna do that again, just ask~" said Rui as he playfully ruffled her hair.

"Okay guys...

1...

2...

3...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NENE!" they all yelled in unison, leaving Nene a bit startled at first. But she quickly smiled, she was glad she had such nice partners she could feel comfortable with, even if they were too dorky at times.

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I can't help but feel like this fic isnt that good. I kinda rushed through it 'cause I'm not feeling that well it's that time of the month, but I really wanted to do something for Nene's birthday. I hope someone still enjoys it :)

I also didn't proofread this one so I'm sorry

[whyiask]

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR AOS SEASON 7

Okay okay okay, so I have been watching Agents of Shield season 7 with my family, and we just finished the final episode!!! In the whole show!!! This is insane!! Then I went back and watched Season 1 episode 1 as a throwback. Here are some of my thoughts.

-The first few episodes were a little bit slow, to be completely honest. I loved them a lot, but the season definitely built up momentum after the first two episodes or so.

-Okay, first of all. Let’s talk about some of the characters, shall we? Deke. I am actually really happy with Deke this season. He’s finally standing up for what he believes in and I’m really satisfied with his growth. When he’s not being a dick, he’s actually super nice and a very good friend. Especially in The Totally Excellent Adventures of Mack and The D. He was actually a really thoughtful and caring friend. There were other instances too, him sticking up for Jemma when Sousa questioned her abilities, etc. I know he as a character gets a lot of hate, and I’ll admit he’s not exactly the epitome of a good person, but as he says, he never gives up on his friends. I feel like he really grew a lot, and he’s actually very smart. He’s skilled in tech and he can do a lot of repairs and engineering stuff? I feel like a lot of people gloss over the fact that he actually has brains and when he is using them, he’s a real asset. When he was first introduced, he was not very useful and, quite frankly, very annoying. Over his time with the team, however, he has actually grown to be one of my favorite characters.

-Daisy. Daisy, Daisy, Daisy. Where to start. She has grown so much over the course of the show. Her powers, abilities, and her as a person. Rewatching episode 1 really gave me a flash as to how she used to be. Impulsive, stubborn, independent. She’s so controlled and powerful now, she really knows herself and can be confident with who she is. She went all the way from just the girl living in a van to a super spy inhuman leader. I love her so much. Her final battle with Nathaniel- just gah. Perfection right there. The only way she was able to win was because she was willing to sacrifice everything for her family (found family, SQUEEEE). She was willing to die, and that gave her an edge over Nathaniel. It was really really heartfelt.

-Mack, the director of shield. He has had some good arcs and some good moments over the course of the show. I’ll have to say, however, I didn’t completely like his arc this season. That whole thing with his parents dying- it was just... I don’t know, a little bit bland next to some of the others.

-Elena had a good conflict- her whole thing with not being able to use her powers, that was some good stuff. Really cool, really neat. I thought the ‘childhood trauma’ part, with her uncle and stuff- I thought that was a little bit forced, especially since we haven’t heard of anything like that at all in all the time we’ve known her. She has grown a lot though. I didn’t really like her when she was first introduced, but she’s awesome now.

-May’s new powers were actually really interesting to explore this season. When we first learned she had emotion-sensing powers, I was worried that it would feel too forced- trying to give everyone powers and whatnot. But contrary to my initial doubts, it actually gave May a very impressive storyline and I was very invested in her. The story benefitted a lot from this new concept.

-Coulson just keeps coming back, doesn’t he. This man just doesn’t stay dead. It was a bit much to have him keep returning to the show, but he was actually a very valuable asset to the team this season. As an LMD, he had a lot of differences about him, but he was still the Coulson we know and love.

-Sousa was cool. He may not have been modern or known how modern tech works, but he has tactical brilliance and street smarts. He was a very good SHIELD agent before, and he is now. On the topic of him and Daisy, I spent the majority of the season not shipping them, actually. I didn’t want to ship them, because I was worried that if they got together, Sousa would die or turn evil or something to that degree.

-I wish we could’ve seen more of Fitz. He is absolutely one of my favorite characters, and I would’ve liked to see more of him in this season. That being said, they did an absolutely brilliant job of keeping Fitz on everyone’s minds and keeping him relevant and super important to the story, despite him not being on screen.

-I honestly loved Simmons in this season. It was so refreshing to see her like this. In control, but not. Strong, but weak. It had a nice blend, and I felt her emotions clear as day, and she just felt very very real. Human. Switching from one thing to the next in a heartbeat. I loved it.

-On the matter of fitzsimmons, they remain the most wholesome ship on that whole show. Mack and Elena are a power couple, but so are Fitz and Simmons. They have been through so much together, and they deserve each other. The universe keeps on trying to keep them apart, but they always find each other, through space and time, through danger after danger after danger. It honest-to-god broke my fragile little fitzsimmons heart when she couldn’t remember who he was, and even after she remembered, when she didn’t remember that she loved him. Actually, one of the most heartfelt, touching moments in the whole season was her remembering how much she loved him.

-Speaking of heartfelt moments, who else nearly cried when Daisy referred to Jemma as ‘her sister’? ✋

-Deke. (okay, we’re back to talking about deke.) When Deke stayed behind in the alternate timeline, he said some things. He basically said he was expendable, and that made me legit tear up. Even by the end of the show, nobody on the team was as close with Deke as they were with each other. I mean, that’s understandable, as he hadn’t been with them for a super long time, but I know if Jemma had been able to remember him at that point, she would’ve been a lot sadder. They all cared about Deke, they just didn’t really ever show it, because they didn’t care about him as much. I think Mack was the one most upset when they left Deke behind, and that’s because he got to witness first-hand how good of a friend Deke was. Deke must’ve been one of my favorite characters, and it broke my heart to see him make that sacrifice. He was kind of always the one that they all picked on, but I want to believe they all cared deeply about him- despite them not showing it.

-Another thing about Deke- (Joy, shut up about deke already)- is that he loved Daisy, didn’t he? I remember back when he was asking Coulson and Mack for advice on how to tell her he liked her. I guess it had kind of slipped my mind, and I totally forgot about it, until now. I though maybe he had gotten over his crush, but because of what he said to Daisy right before his sacrifice, it makes me think it was more than just a crush. In those final moments with her, she was with Sousa. They were looking at each other. Daisy then asked Deke if he was sure(or something to that degree) and Deke said something like, “as long as you’re happy.” EXCUSE ME, SIR. No one can ever convince me that look he gave her wasn’t a look of unrequited love. No one. But she never saw him that way, she always saw him as a friend, and maybe an annoying little brother. But still- that comment she made, when Jemma and Deke were stuck in space with Nathaniel, when she said, “let’s go rescue simmons.” Mack said, “and Deke” to which she responded, “sure.” That hits differently now. It feels like she never really cared about him the way he cared about her. I understand it was meant to be funny, and it was kind of funny, but it really just hit differently. Even if it was a joke, Daisy basically said that she thought of Simmons as her sister and Deke as an afterthought.

-It felt a little bit ridiculous for the final big conflict to end, essentially because of the Power of Friendship and Empathy. It felt a little bit cheap. I did, however, love how the end came together, with them looping back- and,,, ugh, it was very satisfying to watch everything fall exactly into place, what with them being the people in blue hazmat suits from the end of season six, and the chronicoms firing to try and hit them, not just aiming at the temple.

-The last line in the entire show was “cool”, but then again, it was Coulson saying it, so it checks out.

-THE ENDING OMG- the parallel was beautiful, BEAUTIFUL, between the end of season one episode one and the end of the finale of season 7. Coulson flying off in Lola. It was- it was perfect. The perfect last shot.

I’ll probably reblog later with more thoughts, these were just my initial thoughts that I wrote down right after the episode ended so that I wouldn’t forget them.

(Also, sorry for the rants about Deke. I could honestly rant on and on about this show for hours, I tried to keep it short. I do ramble quite a bit, but Deke is my latest character obsession, so I’ve been thinking about him a lot and doing a deep character analysis on him recently)

[sayakxmi]

More fankids! Continuation of this and this posts.

Alibaba/Kougyoku

I decided to add two more AliKou kids (twins), because why the heck not. They always seemed like the type of people who’d like to have a huge family, so what’s stopping me.

They’re born betweenn Kousei and Kourei.

Kouka (Hónghuā) Saluja [  紅花 ・ サルージャ  ] (m: Crimson Flower) She’s doing her best. :(

Kouhyo (Hóngbiāo) Saluja [  紅飆 ・ サルージャ  ] (m: Crimson Whirlwind) He isn’t.

Both Kouka and Kouhyo are rather unimpressive among their siblings. As in, the only outstanding thing about them is that they’re twins, really. While Kouhyo doesn’t care, Kouka takes all the comments like this rather badly, which resulted in many self-worth issues. But how are you not supposed to feel like a failure among siblings like: Kouten who’s skilled with weapons, Ryoshou being charismatic, Kassim talented in art, Kousei being referred as one of the most promising magicians in their generation and even Kourei and his inborn talent with talismans? As much as their parents love them, they can’t shield them from all that is said behind their backs. Not to mention, just like Ryoshou, the twins have to deal with people questioning their parentage. While I’m still figuring out Kouka, I already know that Kouhyo is like Nie Huaisang from MDZS, as in, you don’t want him to be your enemy. Trust me.

Masrur/Sharrkan/Yamraiha

Going back to the trio! I’ve mentioned Masrur’s kids’ names, but I made them in picrew now! Also, I added another SharrYamu kid, because Sharr could use an heir...

Sadi Amun-Ra [  サディ ・アメン・ラー  ] (m: Happiness)

Mahir Amun-Ra [  マヒル ・アメン・ラー  ] (m: Skilled)

Ziya Amun-Ra [  ジヤ ・アメン・ラー  ] (m: Glow) (She’s mtf, btw)

Rais Amun-Ra [  ライス ・アメン・ラー  ] (m: Leader)

Danyal Amun-Ra [  ダニール ・アメン・ラー  ] (m: God is my judge)

Sphintus/Titus

I’m pretty sure I didn’t mention them before, but yeah. I thought, you know, most Scheherazades bodies were female, so 1) Titus’ trans, 2) he could get pregnant. And I though, sure, why not. Good angst isn’t bad. :3 But more seriously, with Titus’ body being a clone of a different one, and the disappearance of the magi system (yeah, I kept that), he’s constitution’s pretty weak, so it wasn’t the best idea, but he was stubborn, and Sphintus eventually agreed. Well. Both Titus and the kid are still alive. :V

Elpis Carmen [  エルピス  ・ カーメン  ] (Hope) His body’s also pretty weak.

Olba/Toto

Quick explanation in advance! I have that hc that Alibaba at some point asked Olba and the other four pirates if they wanted to share his surname. That being said, I might or might not be working on the Final Arc Rewrite...

Isai Saluja [  いさい・ サルージャ  ] (Gift) I have just realized, that he’s basically Wen Ning. So,,,

Vero Saluja [  ベロ・ サルージャ  ] (True) Ah, yes. The Pirate Phase kid. His eye is alright, he just want to look more piratey. I’ve been talking with Zed (ofc) about these kids, and 1) Vero definitely changes which eye he covers, 2) he definitely had a couple of moments like “You’re not Vero! The eyepatch is on the wrong side!” and he either answered by changing eyepatch’s place, or agreed and said he’s Vero’s twin brother, Verus.

Sani Saluja [  サニ・ サルージャ  ] (Brilliant)

Koumei/Boukyu*

I know I’ve already talked about them in another post, but I decided to put them here, too. Also, I’ve finally named Koumei’s wife! Boukyu (Mèngjí) Ren [  練  梦及  ] (To Reach Dreams) I enjoy making these Chinese names way too much. Also, I don’t think I’ve mentioned it before, but Boukyu is a former slave. Ironic.

Koukei (Hóngxīn) Ren [  練  紅馨  ] (Crimson Fragrant)

Kouryuu (Hónglóng) Ren [  練  紅龍  ] (Crimson Dragon)

Meichi (Mínglí) Ren [  練  明离  ] (Elegant Light) With Kouhyu, Meichi creates the Twin Masterminds of Kou.

There’s so much more characters to create, gah. Spartos’ kids (and his wife, I guess), that half-Imuchakk dude who’ll end up with Nadra, possibly more of Masrur’s kids, though I don’t know about it yet, the kids of other characters...

I still kind of wanted to mention one guy, whose name I’ve already created. He and Olba are Alibaba’d most trusted confidants, and I really suck at explaining dude’s story, so I’ll just leave it for one of the one-shots that I intend to write at some point.

In Shoukoku (Yīn Yánghēi) [  音  洋黑  ] (The Sound of the Black Ocean)