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stealingyourspins · 1 month

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Can you expand on your mermaid au? (Nothing specific, I just wanted to know more about it)

oh aBSOLUTELY! :D behold: How the Ninja pod met Zane.

Zane, a merdroid, has some issues figuring out the nuances of merfolk culture and went out of his way to find a group of merfolk to help him understand their lifestyle. Initially the ninja wanted absolutely nothing to do with Zane. He was evidently a robot sent down by the humans to collect data on them. He did seem kind and genuinely curious and wanted to make friends, but he was not to be trusted. (Merfolk have a stigma against humans still generations after a massive 100 year war between the merfolk and humans. Both species stay to their own corners of Ninjago now).

While evading a nearby feeding frenzy of sharks, Jay didn’t notice the ship above him. Zane, seeing that Jay was about to become mincemeat from the massive propellers of the ship, swam as fast as he could and pushed him out of the way, leaving himself to be left to the mercy of the propeller.

Zane, left arm ripped from his socket, torso gouged with deep scars as his wiring and protective outer casing now filled with water, damaging some of his more fragile internal components, looked at Jay as the eel Mer swam to him and was horrified at the wreckage that was this merdroid he and his friends were so distrusting of.

Jay looked at the broken mangled form of Zane as the merdroid moved his remaining arm to cup Jay’s cheek as his UI on his HUD flashed red with dozens of errors and a wall of injuries in a scrolling status report covering half of his vision.

Jay was horrified as Zane asked him simply “are you alright?” In the most concerned and heartfelt that Jay didn’t expect to hear out of a being made of metal and wires.

Jay didn’t even know this man but he cried for this being who put their own safety before his, a being they shunned and ignored and yet saved his life. Jay choked out a “yes”, his hands going to hold Zane’s hand that held his cheek.

Zane smiled, his voice now staticky and skipping like a scratched disk, “g-goo-g-good.” Before his eyes dimmed and his face went slack.

Jay barely registers the rest of his friends surrounding him, some of them also sporting tears in their eyes.

This robot was made to collect data on them and they believed it was faking its attitude to get on their good side, but looking back on it, the merdroid was genuinely wanting to get to know them. Its questions about various actions they were doing or methods of harvesting kelp and capturing food wasn’t ones of data harvesting (although it might’ve been pre programmed by its creators), but ones of genuine curiosity and out of a willingness to learn.

Zane didn’t deserve this.

Jay needed to fix his and his friends mistake.

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It’s been weeks since The Boat Incident. Jay is holed up in an underwater alcove nestled next to the shore. Himself, Nya, and Kai have been slowly repairing Zane’s injuries in an arduously slow task. They have no blueprints besides engraved markings on the inside of Zane’s stomach plate, presumably for situations just like this, but they had no idea how to decipher the technically complicated blueprints that went way above their realm of knowledge.

Slowly welding, repairing, and fitting Zane back together has been an extremely grueling and exhaustive process. They don’t need to fully fix him at the moment, they just need to bring him online so he can inform them how to properly repair him.

The trio finally manages to properly repair Zane’s power source, a strange contraption that lays where one’s heart should be, and turn the merdroid back on and wait with a baited breath.

Zane’s eyes flicker for a moment before turning on fully with the beautiful blue light that had been there previous to the boat accident.

They all were close to crying. After all of that hard arduous work they brought back the man that saved Jay’s life.

The android noticed the Mers and perked up, “Jay! You’re alright! Thank the heavens, I was worried I was too late.”

Zane frowned, “I believe I may have said that before. It appears my memory banks have been damaged.”

Zane’s eyes glanced down, noticing the still exposed damage of his torso, “it appears my memory banks might be the least of my worries right now.”

He looks up back at Jay, smiling with those perfect metal teeth, radiating kindness and warmth, “none the less, I’m glad you’re alright. I was worried I didn’t make it in time.”

—-

It took many more months to completely repair Zane, the collection of scrap metal to repair the merdroid was no simple task, nor was the switch from human technology to the blend of merfolk and human tech that made Zane more comparable with his underwater existence.

One of Zane’s many issues was his disconnected continuous audio and visual feeds for the researchers at Julian Laboratories. After many email chains sent from Zane (he was programmed to make weekly summary reports as an ever continuous email chain) and the researchers, they allowed him to choose what visual and audio files to send to them on a daily basis and had permission to omit data if it would harm the trust of the mers he befriended (the investors at Borg Industries were NOT happy to hear this but after hearing about the merfolk tech that enhanced the androids abilities and skills tenfold, they relented and agreed to the terms, as did the researchers but with far easier acceptance).

The researchers were initially worried that Zane wouldn’t send any information, twisting their new rules to prevent any data from coming through, but they were delighted to be sent incredibly well sorted files of mer hunting practices, interesting aquatic species may they be new species or showing interesting and unseen movements like breeding, hunting, or caring for their young.

Zane omitted personal moments with his friends, secrets they shared to him, moments they explicitly said to not record, and other bits and pieces of information he chose not to inform the researchers about.

Although it was an unorthodox way of making friends and establishing a pod for Zane to be in, it was successful. Zane could complete his mission of discovery and data collection and gain a family. That day was an incredibly harrowing one but he wouldn’t change it a bit if he could. He loves his friends and wouldn’t change it for the world

#ninjago #ninjago headcanons #ninjago mermaid au #spins writes #spins replies #ishusi #hope u like my writing! :D #and i hope i wrote the ninja properly this is my first time ever actually writing the fuckers with dialogue

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euphor1a · 7 months

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Riding Soobin’s thigh

thirst drabbles (11/∞)

fandom » txt

pairing » soobin x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, established relationship.

word count » ~ 1460

warnings » profanity, light dom/sub undertones, reader is thirsty, teasing, implied size kink, thigh riding, dirty talk, breast play, lmk if i missed anything!

You know he’s probably working on something important. The furrow between his eyebrows and his hyper focused eyes are kind of a clear giveaway. So, it’s probably for the best and the most natural thing to not bother him until he’s done. You know.

But God, why does he have to look so sexy while working? The glasses that sit low on the bridge of his nose being the most criminal of it all. You wonder if you’re a total weirdo for feeling so turned on by a rather simple thing.

To your defense, this is the first time you’ve seen Soobin working from home. And, he doesn’t exactly wear his glasses frequently. But then again, it hasn’t been long enough since you started to spend more time at each other’s places, often staying the weekends together instead of going on dates.

“Soobin-ah~” you coo, hoping, praying that he answers. God, you are so desperate, down bad.

“Mhm?” He answers, long fingers quickly typing something away on his MacBook. His gaze is transfixed on the screen, not once reverting towards you. The strangeness that’s been pooling in your stomach increases tenfold. You want him. Fuck, you might as well be crazy.

“Soobinnie…” you mewl, wanting nothing more than his attention right now.

Soobin looks at you for a split second, his face blank. “What happened?”

You sigh, mumbling an almost inaudible ‘nothing’ and lowering your head. He shrugs it off, going back to his work nonchalantly. What can you possibly tell him? That you’ve been admiring him for half an hour now and you’ve made yourself wet in the process?

But you’re no quitter. It’s embarrassing to tell him out loud, but you can surely do something to get him on board instead of confessing your sins, right?

You unbutton his oversized shirt you’re wearing as silently as possible, taking small steps to reach where he’s sitting on the couch, completely unaware of your intentions.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Soobin hisses under his breath, caught off-guard by the feeling of your warm hands squeezing his shoulders firmly.

“I thought you could use a massage.” Your voice is gentle, scared of rejection.

He can’t help the smile that curls his lips upward. “Aww, thank you, my love.” Your heartbeat picks up speed, hands continuing their journey across his broad shoulders. It only turns you on more, thinking about the times you had scratched up his back while he fucked you so good.

You let your thumbs rub soothing circles around his neck, earning a groan from Soobin. It makes you clench around nothing, a trigger flipping inside you.

So you lean down, dropping a fleeting kiss on his neck to test the waters. To your dismay, he doesn’t react to it at all. You swallow nervously, nuzzling the crook of his neck, more bold with your kisses now.

Soobin halts momentarily, your ministrations sending shivers down his spine. He has no clue why you suddenly did that, but he can guess what you really want when you reach for his earlobe and start nibbling at it.

“Oh, I didn’t realize that it was supposed to be this sort of massage.” He teases you, still trying to focus on his work. But you aren’t having any of it.

You hum in response, letting your hands wander off towards his chest, your mouth hungrily sucking a hickey on his neck. Soobin shudders as you slowly move downward, stroking his thighs teasingly before squeezing them rather roughly.

“Fuck,” he groans, your hands sneaking under the material of his shorts swiftly. He grits his teeth, your fingers gently caressing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. It’s almost ticklish — but in a very good way, goosebumps spreading all over him. He can also feel his cock starting to stir in the confines of his boxer-briefs, a sigh escaping him.

Soobin removes the MacBook from his lap, spreading his thighs apart, giving you access to more. You smirk, excited to see that your plan has worked. But, you continue to stimulate his soft spots to get him properly aroused, so that he doesn’t back off later on.

But the more you see his thighs, the more you realize that you want to feel them against your pussy. The way his muscles contract every time you hit a more sensitive area has you feeling dizzy. You’re not sure why this is the first time you’re noticing how strong and thick his thighs are. But it really shouldn’t be a surprise — considering that he’s pretty big in every aspect possible.

After a while of teasing him, you go over to the opposite side to face him, quite impatient by now. You’re met with a pair of dark, dilated pupils, drinking you in with desire. You shiver under his gaze, discarding your panties and positioning yourself over his left thigh.

Soobin quirks an eyebrow as he watches you with piqued interest. His hands come up to caress your sides underneath the shirt loosely hanging from your shoulders. You lean down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, your hands around his neck. Soobin reciprocates with the same hunger, his tongue entangling with your own.

As the kiss gets heavier, the urge to have some friction between the two of you grows rapidly. And to relieve you from your misery, you start to lower yourself on his thigh. Soobin growls when your wet folds make contact with his bare thigh, his hand squeezing your ass firmly. “Fuck! So impatient that you wanna get off on my thigh, huh?”

You mewl needily in response, rubbing yourself against his thigh. “I just, I just wanted to see how it feels…”

“Aw, I’m always happy to fulfill your cute little fantasies. How is it, baby?” Soobin enquires, dropping a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“Hmm, so good.” You hum as you continue rolling your hips in slow and smooth circles. Honestly, you didn’t know what to expect, but this is so much better than anything you could possibly think of. You can feel your juices wetting his skin, the friction oh so delicious. Soobin reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair between your ear fondly, his hand on your waist — guiding you on himself.

You sigh at his touch, moving your hips with a passion in an attempt to get yourself off. He caresses your back before sliding off the shirt from your body and throwing it off somewhere. Soobin grabs both of your breasts immediately, looking like a starved man who’s just been presented with a full course meal.

“So soft.” Soobin murmurs before taking one of your erect nipples into his mouth, his fingers teasing the other. A strangled whimper escapes you, your nails raking on his clothed chest — the delicate material getting snagged in a few places. He’s so good at sucking your tits, alternating between twirling his tongue in circles around your nipple and sucking and nibbling lightly. You can’t help but let out a string of moans as waves of pleasure crash through your body.

“Nngh, Binnie,” You cry out, “Feels– s’good!” He smiles softly in response, his adept tongue slurping at your stiff, sensitive peaks.

Soon enough, you start to feel your pussy spasming and every little sensation amplifying with each roll of your hips.

Soobin licks his bottom lip, eyes hungrily watching your every motion as you move so desperately to get yourself off on his thigh. Knowing very well that you’re very close to your release, he thumbs your clit gently to assess your reaction.

“Ugh, Soobin!” Your whimper encourages him to go on, calloused thumb rubbing your clit, adding more to the pleasure from his thigh. He leans forward, whispering lowly into your ear as he feels the heat of your cheeks against his own, letting out breathless moans.

“Do you like fucking my thigh like that, hm? You like it when your pussy rubs against my thigh and makes a mess?”

“God, yes!” You squeal, moving frantically against him, your cunt starting to pulsate as you start shaking. Soobin grunts, his lips finding yours again and again, muffling your loud moans.

“I’m gonna come.” You whimper helplessly, his expert fingers teasing out the pleasure from you. It feels unspeakably good, your hips moving on their own, slippery folds gliding along his wet skin.

“Then come, baby. Cream all over my thigh like the needy girl you are.” Soobin murmurs huskily, clenching the muscles of his thigh.

And that does it for you. You moan his name urgently, your body breaking out in exhilarating sensations as orgasm hits you in tidal waves. He holds you close, his cock twitching as you try to recover, your nectar sleeking his leg even more.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 author’s notes ꒱

thank you so much for reading <33!! i hope this was enjoyable! it was... an experience rewriting this old work from my old blog🧍🏽‍♀️ (s/o to the sweet, sweet anon who asked me to repost this long ago)! my apologies for any mistakes left in there!

consider leaving a reblog or a comment to let me know what you think of this <333!! feedback through asks will be appreciated too! support your local writers, it keeps us motivated to create and share 🌸!

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mintypsii · 1 month

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author x barista cafe au (sanji is competing against himself)

#WHY ARE THEY SO STUPID #ok so basically usopp is writing a story based on his own life and since he began frequenting the cafe a love interest (sanji) was introduc #and he lets sanji read it hoping he'll get the message (also cuz they both love stories) and it completely flies over his head #op #one piece #sanuso #usosan #usopp #sanji #black leg sanji #cafe au #comic #mintart #my art #i just love how oblivious sanji is in canon too #like you'd expect the hopeless romantic to notice when a girl likes him and then he just . doesnt IT'S SO FUNNY #poor osome lol (viola and pudding too cuz he didnt realize when they got a lil crush on him #not that i ship them with any of those characters but they DID like him canonically at some point and he DIDNT EVEN KNOW is he stupid (yea)#and usopp being so roundabout about his feelings and NOT DIRECT AT ALL. hello be normal please #he's just like me fr #bonus page is inspired by that wano scene where usopp eats sanji's soba and is like #it's so nice to eat ur food again sanji :D so glad u came back safe<3 #WHY IS HE SO CUTE......... IM GONNA CRY #ok im just yapping now sorry bye #also i made this au with my friend and we have a lil inside joke that the other barista exists and it's him LOL #i have doodles of that too

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happi-tree · 7 months

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⚔️👑 shield and scepter 👑⚔️

Howdy, y'all! So my wonderful mutual @raemeh did this really cool fanart of my royalty Swiftli au (the fic for which can be found here), and I had some little design ideas about them in my wips, so I thought I'd post the two of them here! Thank you so much to everyone who's enjoyed it <333

#i also have a silly little au playlist that cookies and sei helped out with if folks are interested!#anyway. absolutely FLOORED that people enjoyed this silly little fic i impulse-wrote. it was so very highly self indulgent sdkjbkjadbfs #but good news! i think i'm probably going to write more of it :D my silly little knight and my silly little prince <333 #also hope you don't mind the tag stingrae!!!#also also. ik there's a lot of fantasy/storybook dndads stuff going on #so if u like this kind of concept but also prefer other ships like say... marloakworthy... lovesong... gun control... nudges u to eah au #<- by the lovely kaseykat llumimoon and rindomness on here btw!!! feat. rin and nyx's kickass writing and cal and rin's kickass designs!!!#okokok enough blabbing i just. LOVE all the fucking storybook shenanigans this fandom has going on rn 🥰🥰🥰#dndads #swiftli #shield and scepter #<- yeah i caved. made an au tag. what of it #happi doodles #happi rambles

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can-of-slorgs · 2 months

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Final surprise boop attack for @yowassupitsred!!

Faeran would 100% be really obnoxious about Calamari, and would intentionally make others appreciate her boopings haha.

(Secret second boop attack to @starbiology in revenge to the april fools war because even though i didn't know if you had any characters, I think of her as your character by this point and I found this scenario hilarious in my mind)

#neopets #neotag #gelert #vin doods #vin memes #technically at least JKSHSJ #I'm so sorry for the late response!! I didn't want to basically leave u on nothing and I had had this sketch saved for a week by this point #nice gelert my dood had some fun drawing him hahaha #it was only appropiate to draw Faeran for this case #also yeah i just found out Schnellys are cross eyed forever its just a characteristic for them #anyways its very late for me i had a really rough day at the lab lmao #my back hurts so much but i needed to come home and finish this or i'd have gone mad by how late im doing this #also Star Im sorry if i drew her completely off i haven't practice humans in a while D:#ur blog was a great reference on how to draw her when canon images are just... yeah #also idk why i drew my dog so little he's not that short but oh well #she's on a pedestal idk #ok too much rambling i should probably stop writing so much on tags #but year that's just about it hope u like the images!! the boop war was really fun and i just needed to draw something to save that moment

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prince-liest · 3 months

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Yours was the first bottom Alastor fanfic I ever read and I was like woah, a whole new world… But I was wondering if you’re planning on ever writing Alastor indulging Vox and actually topping him? (He’d probably overheat and reboot at least twice during the ordeal)

Gonna be totally honest, probably not - and if I do, probably not the way you'd expect if you're a person who has specific top/bottom dynamics expectations!

Alastor's general progression in this fic series has been a slowly decreasing willingness to engage in more "lots of intimate body parts involved" sex acts because the more he tries them out, the more he realizes he could take or leave a lot of them. So I'm really unlikely to write him doing that unless it's with toys or something, purely because the way this fic series has progressed, he doesn't really have an interest in it!

To Vox's eternal regret, pfft. I'm kinda tempted to eventually take a hack at the subject, at least, regardless of how far along they get, and mesh that together with Alastor's extremely rudimentary understanding of what it means to be trans.

#ask #personal #Anonymous #nsft #my writing #hazbin hotel #also after watching the Genshin Impact top/bottom discourses from the sidelines #people asking about top/bottom stuff at all always makes me a little “I HOPE YOU DON'T HAVE THE EXPECTATIONS THOSE PEOPLE DID” looool #not assuming you do anon I'm just realizing how leery it made me in retrospect even tho nobody ever brought it to me #like I cannot emphasize enough how insane (and tbh homophobic) some of the shit I saw secondhand was #this is also why I tend to tag dom/sub most frequently and only sometimes include top/bottom #esp bc if you do appropriately differentiate those two things...the only time Vox has actually topped was the very first time they hooked u #when Alastor laughed himself silly #I write a lot of D/s but I also more frequently write non-penetrative sex anyway

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mushiewrites · 1 year

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Summer Afternoons

the final day of lee!George week....I can't believe this is over already omg. I just wanna thank everyone who participated or encouraged those of us who did, it honestly means so much to me ): ur all adorable and this was so much fun to do ): Anyway, today was a free day, and I chose to do a concept from the lovely @wishitweresummer (found here!) - it was originally lee!dream but Im insane and throw george in any situation so, yeah. This has been in my head every single day since the day summer posted it so.....I hope you enjoy! (also, remember to use the # "mushies lee!George week" if you participate! thank u!)

I also wanna mention - even though this is the last day of lee!George week, feel free to come back and do these prompts whenever you'd like! (and still use the hashtag so I can see as well!)

day 7 - free day! / prompts found here!

(lee!George / ler!Dream / ler!Sapnap : 2.5K words)

“George? Dream?”

There was a soft knocking sound coming from outside of the room, followed by the twist of a doorknob and the creek of the door slowly being pushed open. George stretched his arms out, moving to bring them up to rub at his eyes but finding he only had movement in his right arm. He opened his eyes sleepily to see Dream curled up beside him, his left arm under the blonde’s head acting as a pillow as he continued to nap peacefully. He turned his attention to the sound of the door shutting, seeing Sapnap walking towards the bed, moving quietly and being careful to not wake Dream.

“Hm?” The older boy mumbled, stretching his free arm above his head with a soft groan as he arched his back towards the ceiling until his body was shaking slightly. He let himself drop back down against the bed, moving a little closer to Dream to cuddle into him tighter. George turned his attention back to the younger boy standing at the side of his bed, watching his knees hit the side of the mattress every few seconds as he swayed back and forth on his feet.

“I didn’t know where you guys went. I checked your room, and when you weren’t there I just figured I’d look here. What are you doing?” Sapnap spoke in a whisper, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable softness surrounding them. George rolled his shoulders back a few times and leaned his head to the side, wincing as it popped loudly before doing the same to the opposite side. He yawned and grabbed at Sapnap’s left hand, pulling lightly and giving him a gentle smile.

“Napping. Cuddling. Come here, please?”

Sapnap giggled at the request, rolling his eyes with a fake sigh before climbing up onto Dream’s bed with the older two. He settled himself into George’s right side, laying his head over the brunette’s arm to mirror Dream. The younger boy threw his arm over George’s torso, letting the tips of his fingers land over Dream’s forearm. He ran his fingers up and down the skin a few times, biting his lip with a smile when the blonde let out a small squeak and the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile. Sapnap withdrew his hand so he didn’t accidentally wake him with his movements, not wanting to interrupt any rest Dream was able to squeeze into his busy schedule.

“How long have you guys been napping?” Sapnap asked, closing his eyes with a smile as George knocked the hat off of his head and began carding his hand through the curls beneath it. The younger boy nuzzled himself into George’s neck, smiling against it when he felt George start to squirm slightly, feeling the elder’s cheek press against his forehead as his smile grew wider with an attempt to hold in the giggles that threatened to spill out at any second.

“Whahat time is it?” George replied with a giggle as he squirmed slightly further towards Dream, trying to subtly escape Sapnap’s beard from scraping against the curve where his shoulder and neck connected.

“Uh, it’s….not even one yet.” The younger boy fished his phone from out of his pocket, checking the time and then locking it before setting it on the bedside table to his right. George hummed in acknowledgement, furrowing his brows together as he thought about when they had first gone to Dream’s room to lay down.

“I’m not sure, I don’t even think it’s been an hour.” It was Sapnap’s turn to hum in response to George’s answer, nodding and pulling back slightly to lean part of his head on the soft pillows beneath them.

“Well, we have all the time in the world to nap now.” Sapnap felt the rougher part of a tiny feather sticking out from one of the pillows graze his ear, shaking his head and moving it back slightly to get away from the light tickly feeling.

“A Sap-nap. Get it?” George couldn’t stop himself from bursting into chirpy giggles, trying to stay as quiet as possible, turning to bury his face into Sapnap’s shoulder to help him muffle the noises he was trying to keep down. His attempt was ruined when Sapnap aimed a knuckle at his most sensitive rib, rubbing in a few times and giggling to himself when George squealed into his shoulder.

“Yeheah, I get it, you little idiot,” Sapnap whispered closer to George’s ear, grunting when he felt the feather tickle over his ear again. He sat up onto his elbow, running his hand over the pillowcase to try and find the fuzzy culprit. “Hold on. There’s a stupid little fucking feather or something poking out, it keeps tickling me.” He continued to rub against the pillow with the palm of his hand, gasping when after a few seconds he was able to locate the annoying object. He held it up for George to see, grimacing at the little white feather in between his fingers.

“That’s the thing that was bothering you? It’s like, not even two inches!” The elder rolled his eyes at Sapnap’s dramatics, chuckling at the pathetic looking thing in his hand. He watched as the younger boy twisted his lips up into a smirk, already sensing where this was going.

“You’d know two inches pretty well, wouldn’t you, Georgie.”

“Hey! What the fuck is that supposed to-”

“Nnnnh….shut up.”

The boy’s immediately pressed their lips into thin lines, turning their attention to the very sleepy looking blonde boy who was angrily looking back at them. He rolled his eyes with a huff, moving to stretch in a similar manner that George had just minutes before.

“Oh Dream, I’m so sorry, George woke you up!” Sapnap spoke softly even as he threw the older boy under the bus, making George gasp in offense and whip his head towards the younger boy with his jaw dropped.

“I did not! You’re just as guilty! If it wasn’t for you and your stupid feather, this wouldn’t have- AHAHAHA HEY! STOHOHOP!”

It seemed Dream wasn’t interested in anything George had to say, having taken Sapnap’s side and using the hand he wasn’t lying on to squeeze along the left side of George’s rib cage. The brunette squealed and launched himself into louder cackles as Sapnap joined in, rubbing his knuckle into his worst rib once again and making Dream follow suit on the opposite side.

“WHY! S-STOHOHOP! PLEHEHEASE, G-GEHEHET OFF!” George twisted his body the best he could, pulling at his arms but whining when both boys sat up slightly, leaning an elbow over each of George’s forearms to make sure he stayed down against the blankets. “THIHIS IS- NAHAHA IT’S SOHOHO MEAN!”

“You woke me up, George. If you ask me, I’d say that’s mean!” Dream countered his complaint, giggling when George’s laughter jumped an octave as Sapnap swiped the white feather over the smaller boy’s tricep. Dream stopped his tickling, his attention now on the tiny object in Sapnap’s hand. “Where on earth did you find that?”

“From your stupid feather pillows! It kept poking me in my ear so I just….pulled it out.” Sapnap explained sheepishly, giggling when Dream broke out into bright giggles himself.

“Let me see.” Dream motioned for Sapnap to pass him the feather, his smile growing as George began to screech when Dream dangled it over his open underarm.

“What’s wrong, it’s like, ‘not even two inches!’” Sapnap mocked the elders previous comment, feigning a horrible British accent to add injury to insult. George squirmed as Dream grabbed his shirt sleeve between his pointer and middle fingers, stretching it down and inching the feather closer to the opening.

“Nonono! No, plehehease, I didn’t dohoho anything!”

“You woke him up, darlin’!” Sapnap noted happily, a hint of his southern drawl shining through and giggling when Dream reached over and poked at his cheek in response to the accent.

“Darlin’.” Dream repeated, mostly to himself, making the other two laugh. The blonde watched as George threw his head back into the pillows with his eyes shut, recognizing this as his chance to pounce. He quickly shot his hand forward, wiggling the soft point of the feather directly into the center of George’s armpit, eyes widening with amusement when George jerked his body towards Sapnap with a cackle.

“NAHAHAHA no! Nohohoho NOHO! D-Dreheheheam!” George kicked his feet against the bed as he continued his cackles, feeling Dream dragging the feather in circles under his left arm, making a huge spiral and drawing it tighter as he would reach closer to the center again.

“Wait, there’s no way it’s that bad. Let me try!” George opened his eyes just in time to see the two pass the feather between them, this time jolting towards Dream when Sapnap ran the feather quickly up the side of his neck to make him squeal.

“Dohohon’t! Stohohop!” The elder cried out as Sapnap traced the feather directly under George’s ear on the side of his neck, grinning as Dream used the hand he wasn’t leaning on to softly grip George’s jaw to hold him in place.

“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist, baby!”

Dream let out a tiny wheeze when George shrieked at his statement, trying and failing to shake his head out of his grasp. Sapnap knew how sensitive the spot under George’s ear was and took pity on him, quickly following Dream’s lead and shoving the feather up George’s sleeve and into the hollow of his right armpit. He was much less precise with his movements, wiggling it around over any spot he could to find the best reaction. Sapnap stopped and observed his movements when George screeched, noticing where the feather was tickling. Dream let go of his jaw, allowing the older boy to thrash his head from side to side as he lost himself in his own laughter.

“Oh, this is a good spot, huh, Georgie?” Dream leaned over as Sapnap spoke to watch the feather saw back and forth over the inner side of his underarm, where the muscle was pulled taunt and put on display with the way Sapnap was holding his arm down.

“Nohoho no! Plehehease not- nohOHHOT THEHERE!” The oldest boy was in near-hysterics at this point, kicking harder against the blankets and making them curl into a messy pile beneath him.

“Not there? Okay, what about….here?”

George began howling suddenly when Sapnap turned the feather in his hand and started poking into the skin at the center of his armpit softly with the rougher part of it. Dream placed his hand on George’s chest and gently pressed down, keeping him stuck to the bed rather than keep trying to fling himself forward and side to side to get away from the feather.

“Wait, I want another try!” Dream whined after a few minutes of watching George laugh himself silly. Sapnap sighed in fake annoyance, handing Dream the feather once more and smirking as he replaced Dream’s hand on George’s chest with his own.

“Oh my gosh, you’re such a little squirmy thing today, aren’t you?” Sapnap commented with a smirk, pleased with the way George’s blush seemed to deepen at the remark. He turned to bury his head into Sapnap’s shoulder again, groaning and breaking into cackles as Dream slid the feather into his sleeve and traced the rougher stem of the feather in little circles under his arm.

“Just so giggly, Georgie.” Dream commented quietly, continuing his torment.

“N-Nohoho more, plehehease! Plehehease, softer!” George pouted through his laughter, revealing himself from his hiding place in Sapnap’s shoulder and flashing Dream his teary eyes to show him just how tickled out he was. The blonde immediately complied, caving instantly and switching the feather to the soft part to continue tracing tiny circles along the sides of his armpit.

“Dream, I think our kitten is a little tired out, don’t you think?” George was surprised to hear the statement from Sapnap but was thankful he did, taking in a much needed breath of air when Dream reluctantly pulled the feather back out of his sleeve and turned to his left to place it on the bed sheets beside him.

“What happened to you, tough guy? Giving up so soon on torturing our little Gogs, hm?” Dream seemed equally as surprised as George, giggling through his accusation as Sapnap shook his head with a slight blush rising to his cheeks. George continued to laugh his little heart out, turning back towards Sapnap and burying his face into the curly haired boy’s neck to hide and muffle his lingering giggles.

“Come on, Dream, look at him! He’s being so soft and shy, how can you torture him when he’s like this?” Sapnap questioned back, moving his palm from the center of George’s chest and instead wrapping it around the smaller boy’s torso and pulling him closer.

“Okay, I guess you do have a point there.” Dream lifted up to lean on the palm of his hand, allowing George to move his arm from under him and loop it completely around Sapnap instead.

The two younger boys laughed at the way George immediately clung to Sapnap, unable to wrap their heads around the fact that George was allowing himself to be so soft with them. Dream wasn’t about to ruin it by commenting on it though and instead slotted himself behind George, wrapping his left arm around the tiny waist in front of him and allowing Sap to adjust his arm to hang over Dream’s shoulder, successfully encasing George in the tightest, most comfiest cuddle hug they could make.

Within seconds the two heard George’s breathing even out, letting them know he had finally fallen asleep. The two whispered back and forth for a minute before deciding to nap as well, both closing their eyes and cuddling in close together. There was a comfortable silence blanketing the room, only to be broken seconds later by Dream.

“Hey Sap?” He whispered, lifting his head up slightly and opening one eye. He watched the youngest boy scrunch his nose at the disturbance, a slight smile forming anyway before he answered.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t think I won’t remember that the feather tickled your ears.” He watched as Sapnap dipped his head down to bury his face in George’s hair, catching a glimpse of the reddening cheeks before he was completely hidden from Dream’s view.

“Try me and I’ll tape it inside your belly button.”

Dream whined quietly at that, feeling his own face heat up as his attempt to tease Sapnap majorly backfired on him.

“Whatever!” Dream spat back, closing his eyes and settling back down against the smaller boy in his arms. He pressed his forehead to the nape of George’s neck, smiling through his blush as he fell asleep to the sounds of Sapnap’s raspy giggles, and the thoughts of exactly what he was just threatened with playing out in his mind.

#lee!george #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #do u guys like the title?#get it??? cause...summers concept??? :D #anyway #this concept seriously has been on my brain since summer wrote it #asked her for her permission to write it forever ago but i finally did and im so happy with how it turned out #might even do this concept for the other two as well......we'll see :3 #i hope you enjoy this #and i hope you enjoyed lee!george week #it was so much fun to do and i truly appreciate all of u sm #i will cry if i dont shut up so.......yeah <3 #mushies lee!george week #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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wof-reworked · 9 days

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Hey, is it okay if I use some of your headcanons and miscellaneous for an AU I'm making for WoF? I can do you about it if you want. (Btw, the headcanons I would be using are the general ones you have made for asks or for fun)

Other than that hi how are you? :3

of course !!! you can always use my stuff including literally anything you want from the rework type stuff- credit is nice but not necessary and you can change it up or generally play around w it as much as you want. It genuinely makes my day when ppl use my ideas for stuff, including the more in-depth stuff :}

I'm good honestly, my workload just got a good amount heavier w old projects starting up and deadlines approaching, but I've also been chiseling away at my wof game, which I'm really excited abt. Otherwise tbh I ate such good butter chicken today the joy hasn't worn off so there's that lmao

#sunny answers #tl;dr literally take whatever u want from my blog it is all always good to use :}#my dream is for smth I write to become part of the wof fanon but I'm also always gonna be writing for myself so it's more just hoping ppl-#-like it rather than trying for it y'know #so ya it warms my heart :D

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chitinleg · 6 months

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so if someone was theoretically going to write a fic based off of the tags on that one very excellent garashir artwork you did... what would be a suitable villain role and/or scheme for garak to play? i know basically nothing about spy media and even less about james bond. i googled "most homoerotic james bond villain" and that was interesting but not helpful for this scenario... idk i want to really do this justice so i figured i could ask, since you came up with the idea in the first place and i guess that means this is a gift for you? and everyone else who liked that piece? thank you for your time :)

this is SUCH a charming question to receive!!! it's an honor that my art might inspire others to create! that said, here is my advice: i think you should follow your heart, mainly! i say this to everyone about everything but its very true, with writing especially, i think, you might want to write things that are especially interesting to you so that its exciting to keep going with them

personally, i don't watch a lot of spy media, i disliked james bond as a kid and i still dislike him now, so the character archetypes and plots from that wouldn't interest me enough to write a fanfic off of—i could read ds9 fic based off of them easily bc i love the ds9 characters!!! but. i couldn't write like that. therefore, i can't give you useful answers from that canon. i can give you this, but i don't know if it will be helpful: i think i would first start with the question—what about garak excites you? what puts you on the edge of your seat with him? what about julian—what actions do you like to see him take? what decisions of his make you giddy? how do you like to dig into his character? how do you like to dig into garak's? if you write down the answers to your question, it becomes the puzzle of how you can get everything you want out of the fic. the beautiful thing about the holosuite is that anything can happen at all, and while you're telling a spy story, it doesn't have to all be spy tropes. you could, if you wanted, play out a shakespeare play (your favorite shakespeare play, assuming you don't hate them all) as if it were a spy thriller! Sure, what's Twelfth Night as a spy thriller? We already have many characters playing with the fluidity of identity, going by different names, taking on different roles, gaining trust and acting on their own best interests. Just raise the stakes a little. is this insane? i feel insane. is it worth anything? i hope so. my ending point is: i am not so good at writing advice! i'm a much better drawer than a worder, but it's a gift already that you've said my art has motivated your desire to create!!!!!!!!! from there on—don't worry about what i want at all, don't worry about doing my work justice!!! take what excites you about the idea, take what excites you from your own ideas, and build it into something that makes you giddy to work on!!! i believe in you, and you have the world at your fingertips!!!!!!

#communications #midnightcommittee #it's a big beautiful world and it is gift enough that my artwork makes you want to create!#a small connection of beauty and meaning through the vastness of life!#follow your heart and create something that makes you even more excited than my art! get self indulgent! thats the best gift you could give #what draws me about garak and bashirs relationship i think is that bashir likes to solve puzzles. and garak likes to give him puzzles #he delights in bashirs quickness and bashir delights in showing off his quickness—being challenged and measuring up #and then. and then—once they reach that point. bashir takes even better delight in flipping the tables—he doesn't give garak a puzzle #but he likes to get garak off his footing. he likes. (i think) to be the puzzle that garak is now trying to solve.#theyre very playful. they love games. they love to play them together.#you don't have to use any of that in your fic but in case you needed some more thoughts to springboard off of—i hope they help!#i hope anything that ive said has been useful honestly #REGARDLESS: good luck! thank you for telling me my artwork inspired you! i wish u good luck and easy writing!#and i hope to read ur fic one day :D

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tinycatstars · 10 months

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omg if it isnt too much trouble do you think you could write some agere gamzee + cg karkat? they r my faves theyre so cuuuuuute :D

yess!! i really like the concept of karkat + gamzee using age regression to help gamzee heal and get better after sburb :D so this fic kinda revolves around that! i hope you like it !! <3 <3

also ill be posting this to ao3 too so the pesterchats will look 100 times better with the actual homestuck skin btw !! i had to improvise with tumblr lololol

(also also there is a lil cursing and mention of weed in this btw 0: just a warning!)

Gamzee woke up groggily, turning over to face his clock that sat next to his recuperacoon. It read 11 AM, which was earlier than he’s woken up in a while. The troll lets out a sigh before sitting up, cracking his joints as he stretches.

He feels different this morning. Not a bad different, but a good one instead. He felt hazy, but not the usual haze he felt after smoking a bowl the night before. He feels… small.

Oh. Oh! He had regressed while he was sleeping.

He takes a few deep breaths before getting out of bed to find his phone. He needed to text Karkat to let him know he was regressed. He really wanted to see his moirail, but he wasn’t sure how busy Karkat would be today, and he really didn’t want to be a bother.

The troll hums, deciding that he would message the other anyways. Anxiety be damned, he wanted to see his best friend!

terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 11:12 AM

TC: GoOd MoRnInG :0)

CG: AND WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK DO YOU WANT?

TC: :0(

TC: CaN yOu CoMe OvEr? I tHiNk I’m FeElInG tInY

CG: OH

CG: SORRY. OF COURSE I CAN, DUDE

CG: I’LL BE OVER IN A SECOND, OK? STAY PUT

TC: HoNk :0)

terminallyCapricious [TC] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 11:19 AM

Gamzee smiles at the exchange. As he waits for Karkat to get to his hive, he starts to get ready for the day. The troll quickly showers, or, really, just runs water and stands underneath it. He feels so much better afterwards, relaxing further into his headspace. He rubs moisturizer into his dreads after his rinse, brushing his teeth and finishing up his normal routine. He smiles at himself in the mirror - he’s come so far from where he used to be, mostly thanks to Karkat. He’s helped him feel like himself again, and now the troll finds himself doing things he never would have before, like this “self care” stuff Karkat had been pushing onto him.

He spots the scar from Nepeta’s claw that spanned across his face, it has since faded since he… yeah, best not to think about that right now.

Karkat arrives soon after Gamzee finishes getting ready. He knocks on the door to his hive, and Gamzee excitedly goes to open it. He smiles as he’s faced with his caregiver. Karkat smiles back, seeing that Gamzee was dressed in one of his own old sweatshirts, large pajama pants, and some purple fuzzy socks. He looked extremely comfortable, not to mention adorable.

“Hey, little grub. I came over as fast as I could”, Karkat says. Gamzee smiles lazily, going in for a hug. Karkat held the other as best as he could, but it was a little difficult with the height difference. Gamzee towered over Karkat, but his head was bent so his forehead was touching the other’s, his dangling arms wrapped around the shorter troll’s body.

Karkat smiled despite the awkward position, leaning into the touch. Gamzee’s hair smelled like the loc oil the other had gifted him a while ago. The scents of passionfruit and pineapple filled the troll’s nostrils as his hair was pressed against his head.

They stay like that for a while, until Gamzee pulls away from the hug, quietly saying “Thanks for coming over”.

“Yeah, of course, I love hanging with my best pal! What did you have planned for today?” Karkat asked the little.

Gamzee shrugs, fiddling with his shirt a bit. He moves from the entryway so Karkat can properly come in. His hive was a bit of a mess, but nothing compared to what it was a few months ago. Only a few dishes were piled in the sink, a couple of pieces of clothing littered the floor, and a few pieces of paper covering the kitchen counter. It was a huge improvement from how it looked before Karkat had intervened; he couldn’t even see the floor of the hive. The other troll was so proud of Gamzee, as silly as it sounded.

“Can we play video games?” Gamzee shyly asks, eyeing his T.V. and gaming set up in the corner of the living room.

“Sure, do you want anything to drink?” KK asked. Gamzee shook his head and plopped onto his couch, moving some of the blankets out of the way so Karkat could sit next to him. Karkat walks over and grabs the controllers that sat on the T.V. mantle, handing Gamzee one as he sits on the couch next to him.

“What did you wanna play?” Karkat asks, booting up the other’s gaming system to the home screen. Gamzee shrugs, saying something that sounded like “You pick”. Karkat noticed he mumbled a lot more while he was regressed, the other troll couldn’t understand him most days if he wasn’t reading his lips.

He selects Mario Party, hoping it was a good choice. It was a simple enough game, something Gamzee could play and actually have fun with while regressed. He guesses it was the perfect choice, considering how Gamzee wiggles in excitement as the title screen plays.

The shorter troll chooses to play as Bowser, while Gamzee is still trying to decide who he wants to be. “Need help deciding?” Karkat asks him, and Gamzee shakes his head as he clicks on Princess Peach. He smiled softly, she was just so pretty, he had to play as her!

They play a few rounds of Mario Party before Gamzee is practically falling asleep while sitting up. Karkat looks fondly over to the other, deciding that he needs a nap. He gently takes the controller out of Gamzee’s hand, which the troll barely registered as he moved another hand up to rub at his eyes sleepily. Karkat gently moves the little into a laying down position on the couch, pulling a spare blanket over the other.

Karkat decides he’ll make them something to eat while the little one sleeps peacefully, so he can get some food into Gamzee whenever he wakes up. The shorter troll gets up from the couch gently kissing the top of Gamzee’s forehead. The other troll smiles a little in his sleep.

“Sweet dreams, little grub”, Karkat whispers.

#emmy talks #my work!#asks #sorry if this is super duper ooc D:#i feel like writing pesterlogs as characters is so much easier than like. actually writing out reg dialogue as them i dunno #i hope u like this tho anon!!!#homestuck agere #gamzee makara #karkat vantas #fandom agere

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helianskies · 8 months

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hetaween | 4 | fairy tales 🌟

“How long has it been now…?” “Seven months and sixteen days.” The smile came into being. “I both love and hate that you have kept count…”

[ read fic on ao3! ]

event: @hetaween-event

rating: mature ⠀ wordcount: 2k

#hetaween 2023 #hws spain #hws prussia #hws england #hws portugal #hetalia #welcome to helia's peter pan au but not :'D #the fic is kinda like a snippet into what the au looks like in my head and some of the main 'cast'#just a fun thing to write and think about tbh it isn't likely to go anywhere #but i hope u enjoy all the same #fair warning: arthur is lil kookie #tho is that really anything new lmAO #helia writes

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clemencetaught · 1 year

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taiquinn ( @uroborosymphony & @velvetineblue ) are lucky that they are bullying him b4 he reunites with hyuk ( @jeoseungsaja ) bc once hyurick is back together- this will be happening:

myungdae: *sulks, buries head in crook of hyuk's neck and points at taiquinn* they're being mean, make them go away 😞

#orange comic sans font ( crack. )#the knight ( dash commentary. )#this is from plotting w/ alex but.....myungdae has coping mechanisms #and once he reunites with hyuk #his main one becomes hiding in the crook of hyuk's neck whenever something unpleasant happens....#so if they're being mean....myungdae vc: *sics angry pigeon on them*#that should get them to leave him alone :'D #if u think he's noble like the black knight.....u assumed wrong :'D #he's just as petty JFKLSDJFLSKJF #but also alex!! i hope it's okay if i included hyuk here and some of the deets from our plotting....myungdae felt like he was being unfairl #ganged on and wanted comfort pats :'D #of course i can always remove him from this too <3 #not me...also gobbing up all of lynnie's writing from today #i AM RICH 2DAY THANK YOU LYNNIE 4 FEEDING MY BRAIN ( and winter for contributing to the chaos too <3 )

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dandyshucks · 5 months

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Yo! It's ya boi, Guzma.

So I've seen people goin' around and sendin' lovey-dovey letters to their cuties. What's up with that? Dunno but I thought, ya know, why not send one to ya, heh? OK maybe Plum' elbowed me in the sides sayin' I should force myself to be romantic for once. What's up with that?

But ya know. Thought wouldn't leave my mind so here I am, writin' to my sweetie. Hope you'll like it, my li'l Butterfree. Man, ya boi's bad at romance, OK? But I love ya. For reals.

Maybe we could, I dunno, go on a fancy date or some sh- somethin'. In Malie Garden, maybe? Away from the boys for once, just me and ya, yeah? Yeah, man. Sounds perfect to me. I just wanna cuddle with ya, y'know? Have a bit o' peace and quiet alone with my beautiful Beautifly. Is that too much to ask, Arceus?

Sorry, no point complainin' to mythical mons. I just wish we could have a moment, ya know?

OK this is gettin' embarrassing. Imma go train Golisopod for a while, then maybe we can get outta Po Town and do something cool together, yeah?

Ya boi who's bad at romance but hella grateful for ya, Guzma 🪲🖤

real actual images of me when i woke up and opened tumblr to see this a couple hours ago HELP MEEEEEEE

whoever wrote this,,,, you are incredibly good at writing in character voices godDAMN, and also YOU ARE GOING TO KILL ME (/positive)

don't mind me while i just. stare at this. repeatedly. all day. "for reals".......... sobs !!!!!!!!!!

#AND IT WOULD BE SO BUSY ALL THE TIME YOURE SO RIGHT #do u know how chaotic it'd be with a bunch of teens running around getting into shit bc thats like... their whole shteez. fucking shit up !#i feel like im animorphing into a giddy schoolgirl whenever i look at this HFHDSGHSDGJKL im going to COMBUST #he tries SO HARD and he's so bad at it but honestly thats whats so charming fhsdgjkl he TRIES even if he isn't good at being romantic fsdjk #anon u are giving me brainworms FHDSGJKL i feel like i gotta go leap into a snowbank or smth #also this has sparked a couple art/writing ideas in my brain so thank u doubly for that - hopefully i have time to work on smth today :3 #AUGHGHGHHH i can't stop looking at this JFDSJKL #anyways thank u again LOL i wasn't sure how i'd feel about ever receiving this sort of thing but fdsjkl this is . so good #i hope your day is MOST excellent and treats you well :D !!!#save #💜so good at being in trouble #dandy.cmd

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codes-and-stuffs · 10 months

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thinking so hard abt tangtho and ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!! you should write smth with them or honestly anyone you want im just biased that's like. a Reunion. whether they thought the other was dead or they were separated for a rly long time or ANYTHING at all that comes between them for a long while, you should write a scene where they meet/find each other again and its just that sense of overwhelming gratitude and /relief/

hiiiiiii aly sorry this took so long i have been a busy bee irl but i have had this fic open and mid writing for so long :D

ao3 link HERE! fic below cut:

Tango was tired. Really tired.

It’d been a few weeks since he was anywhere he felt safe to rest, and even just sitting down for a few hours let the strange monsters following him get close enough to begin their whispers again. That was the worst part, really. All those creepy whispers, sounding so close even though he knew the creatures had never gotten closer to him than a few hundred metres away.

One thing that had always struck Tango as odd had been the language that these creatures spoke. At first, it all sounded the same: ominous, terrifying and in a strange tone that he’d never heard before. He had assumed it to be equivalent to the roaring of lion - that is, something he wouldn’t be able to understand, something inherent to the nature of the beast.

But it was, indeed, a language.

It was Etho who had first pointed it out - and goodness, did Tango miss him dearly - when two ice creatures had hissed at each other a little before seeming to decide upon which would go after which of the two humans. Their body language had been too minimal for their words not to mean anything. Since then, Tango had been keeping an ear out, hoping to pick up what he could to use for their survival.

Well. His survival.

Because he hadn’t seen Etho in nearly a month, and in a world like this one, his first guess was that the other was dead. Etho wouldn’t fall so easily, of course - if anything, it was Tango who often found himself the weaker link in terms of fighting - but Tango had very little reason to believe he would see him again. He’d been running on his own for too long. And -

The whispers struck up again, incomprehensible and threatening, and Tango got back up to his feet.

He had a long way to run.

Etho had been having some very mixed luck.

For one, it was a stormy day. Rain hurled itself down upon the paved slabs of the walkways, puddles forming in large gaps along the side of the paths. Most people here had decided to stay inside, gathered together by the small fireplaces in their dorms or training in the halls, but Etho found that he couldn’t quite settle. It looked like a dangerous storm to be out in alone.

But it did mean that the grounds were clear, which was what he’d been waiting for for quite some time, and so he donned his thickest coat and picked out his sharpest knife and headed out into the cold air of the morning.

The unit he was staying at was surrounded by a large rectangle of barbed wire, the fence tall and imposing and, altogether, likely useless against most of the threats that might arrive. Still, they kept out most of the nearest forces, and at least added to the overall atmosphere. It would probably be harder to convince themselves they were fighting if this place looked like the sanctuary he’d been at long ago.

He’d been having mixed luck for a while.

He was alive, for one, which was pretty lucky on its own. Statistically, he shouldn’t be. But here he was, and he hadn’t even had to survive those hardest first few months alone, and now he even had a solid place to stay. Besides all that, he’d found one of his friends, too: Doc, who ran this entire campus. And that was good. It was good that he’d gained someone by his side.

He didn’t really feel like ruminating on the things that had gone wrong.

As he approached the single gate in the fence, he pulled his coat just a little at the edges, as if somehow that might keep out the rain any more. It was particularly heavy at the moment, slamming down from the skies and shaking the fence minutely. Etho unlocked and unlatched the door with bare hands, watching as if from outside of his body as his fingers fumbled with the lock.

The gate opened and then shut behind him, and he began to make his way down the slope before him. He didn’t want to go far; he just needed to get out of the brighter lights here, to remember what it was like to know peace. He hadn’t appreciated it enough when it was there, and now…

Now he was here. And, despite having found one of his old friends, he still felt utterly alone.

A movement on the next hill over from him caught his eye. It was likely one of the very creatures he was meant to be keeping himself safe from, but something about the lack of fences around him and the sheer power of the storm bolstered his confidence. Besides, he knew he could fight. He understood his own strength. Whatever it was that was out there looked small enough to crush pretty easily.

Slipping his knife out, Etho began to make his way up the hill, eyes still tracking where the tiny movement had come from. It was still moving, he realised, though just barely, as if whatever it was had shallow breathing or was fidgeting where it sat.

He crested the hill and ducked behind a large, crooked tree, silently praying that it wouldn’t attack him while he took shelter behind it. Now that he was closer, he could hear the panting, the quiet muttering, the -

The world froze and then skittered forward jarringly as realisation set in. Etho knew that voice. He knew that presence . Heart almost beating out of his chest, he peered around the tree, eyes wide, searching desperately so that he could confirm that his mind wasn’t betraying him.

Sat on a rock, head bowed down against the heavy rain as he painstakingly wrapped his hand with a strip of pale cloth, was Tango. He looked exhausted, judging purely by his stance, but his breaths still stayed short as if he was in the middle of running from something. Etho watched him for a moment, almost disbelievingly. He was right there. He was right there .

And then his brain caught up with his body, and he near-stumbled out from behind the tree in his haste to catch Tango’s attention.

“Tango!” he half-shouted, half-whispered, still wary of the threats that were likely lurking nearby.

Tango’s head shot up to look at him, before his mouth fell open with surprise and he lifted himself to his feet.

“Etho, is that you?” Tango said. His voice came out as a rasp, like stone against stone, but he barely seemed bothered by it. “No way - there’s no way -”

Barely even registering what he was doing, Etho stepped out across the short distance between them, arms opening just enough to catch Tango as the other took off towards him as well. He was warm and solid and real in his arms. His head was tucked securely over Etho’s shoulder, and the rain felt a thousand miles away.

“I thought you were dead,” Etho murmured into Tango’s hair, and the other laughed wetly.

“I’m not that bad at surviving, give me some credit,” he said. Arms moved across Etho’s back slowly as Tango returned his close hug, his tone still purposefully light. “I don’t know how you found me, though. Even I didn't know where I was. Or where I am now.” Tango pulled back a little, just enough to meet Etho’s eyes. “Hey, Etho, where are we?”

“We’re - uh, we’re next to where Doc’s been hiding, actually.” Etho glanced back to where the fence was barely visible against the dark horizon. It was no wonder that Tango couldn’t see it; it looked as if it was part of the sky.

“Oh, you found Doc?”

“Doc found me,” Etho said with a small grin.

He paused for a moment, hovering on the edge of whether or not he should give himself away. And then Tango tilted his head a little curiously at his hesitant expression, and Etho was suddenly reminded of the long weeks he’d had to spend without him. Maybe he could allow himself a moment of weakness - just a moment. Just for Tango.

“I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” he admitted softly. “I thought I was fine to just look for everyone, bring them all together, but - I don’t know. I don’t know.”

There was a pause as Tango tried to scrutinise him, squinting through the rain. “You always give so much of yourself to everyone, Etho. You should let yourself have something.”

He had this sort of soft look in his eyes - the kind of look that made Etho feel like something loved. Something precious. Within that moment, Etho felt like the only thing he really wanted to have was this: the world for themselves, and Tango held safely in his arms.

He took Tango’s face in his palms, compelled mostly by affection and somewhat by instinct, before pulling them back sharply when he felt how cold it was.

“You’re freezing!” he admonished, unzipping his coat already so that he could throw it over Tango and try to warm him up a little. “How long have you been out in this storm?”

Tango gave him a tired smile and a nudge. “See, this is exactly what I mean. Never thinking of yourself, always others.”

“You’re avoiding the question.” Etho zipped the coat up and turned Tango around so that he could coax him over to Doc’s place. “We’re going to my room to warm you up, okay?”

“Oh, you have a room and everything!” Tango said. “Sounds like a great place, whatever it is.”

Etho huffed amusedly as they began their descent of the hill. He let the relief of having found Tango fade into a fuzzy warmth at the centre of his chest, glowing and warm in the cold night air. “Well, you say that now…”

Tango was tired. Tired beyond words - beyond even emotions, if he was being honest with himself.

Yet tonight, for the first time in weeks, he had a shelter to stay in. There were fences - terrifying and tall and functionally useless, but they were there . And somehow there was someone pressed close to him, re-wrapping his hands as he leaned against his chest and listened to his heartbeat, steady and present.

He was sure he could still hear the echoes of whispers in his ears. He still felt strange, letting himself curl up and lie comfortably. It didn’t matter so much, though, when he had Etho right here.

Shutting his eyes against the rest of the world, he bid his muscles to relax, and let himself pretend that it wasn’t the end of the world.

#APOLGIIES IF THIS SEEMS RUSHED in truth from tomorrow on i am so busy!!! so so busy!!!! so i was like i gotta finish this before then or my #ao3 draft will get voided #anyway !!!! hope u enjoyed :D love u lots aly!#codes does writing

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the tf2 addiction gets the best of us i understand snfJND, and yes!!!! 😭 your cup of tea is 100% mine as well it's actually a blessing i swear, the way engi is less romantically knowledgable and half the time just chalks it up to spy just being a good friend (very much ACTIVELY flirting with her and half the time more) i especially love the part in ‘the subject: roses…’ where engi just sputters like a fool about using the ceiling when spy makes a move on her, just thinking about it makes me want to rip off my shirt werewolf style 😭 im glad my message could brighten your day (and id love to hear your rambling if you ever feel inclined,,,) AND TYSM FOR THE SNIPPET, the sillies 🥹 -yuri enthusiast

omg YEAH actually the obliviousness is one of my fav things to write, it makes me laugh to think about but also I picture that's how it'd be. Engineer is very knowledgeable as a character, and obviously knows exactly what's going on... except when entering the realm of how other people feel about her. Kind of character to buckle down and solve 17 never-before-solved equations in a single night and then to conclude "oh they're such a good friend :')" when someone offers to kiss her or something. i'm a little insane about it sometimes LOL.

i think too (at least when I write them) that Spy is quite aware that this is the case and that's why she leans so heavily into it from the get-go. THANK YOU also for the opportunity to ramble. I'm slowly getting more courage to actually post my stupid thoughts on my tumblr (thing my blog exists for). An idea I'd toyed around with for a story is that conceptually Spy is not actually that good with romance stuff. Like, it's mostly for show and also for the whole James Bond-knockoff thing, but it's still one of the more romantic things Engineer has experienced and she still can't fully realize it's intended romantic. I haven't figured out how to write this into a fic just yet, but maybe at some point....

#radio show host #thank you soooo much anon!! yuri enthusiast i love that :D im glad u liked the snippet too #u rock!#i sadly dont have another today BUT i am going to post a few fics i wrote this weekend... my offering o7 #please feel free to ask if theres anything youd like to read! i love writing things off recommendations #and my askbox is always open :)#thank you so much i hope you have a phenomenal day!#tf2

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Branzy skims books until he tenses upon hearing a warden emerge. He rushes out. Clown is ushering everyone back as Kaboodle attempts to fight it and… fails. Miserably. Just as it moves to hit her, he whistles. It whirls, roaring at him. He takes off running. It chases. He ducks through hallways and leaps out of the way of sonic shrieks, wings fluffing. And then he's backed into a corner. The darkness seeps over him like a fog. Eyes open across his wings but do nothing to break through the oppressive shadows. He struggles to breathe. He Can't See. HE CAN'T SEE. So he calls someone who doesn't need to see. Someone who is the comfort in the void. Someone who can hear him no matter where he is. "Chief!?" He calls, breath fast and shallow, "Chief!?" He hears reality tear. A low warning hiss tells him his friend is well on his way to Killing the damn thing. He hears a few shrieks and rips and tears and then, finally, the shadows start receding. "whatthefuck." Kaboodle says. "…Chiefy?" "Lavender! Hey, I'm here, it's alright," Chief appears in his vision, skulk-covered teeth folding closed as his face comes back together, "You really aughta stop visiting deep darks." The darkness clears and he sighs in relief. "Trying to help these guys with the skulk sickness." He mutters, wings flicking, eyes closing. "We were Fine until They Spawned A Warden." He glares. Kaboodle quickly holds her hands up. "It was an accident! And I had it handled!" "You almost died." He growls, wings lifting, and she flinches. He sighs, forcing his shoulders to relax. "Whatever, I found the book on the sickness. Just needs fire." He shrugs. "Wh- Fire?" "Let's get out of here, I'll explain when we get back. Hopefully, someone has fire res potions." "I have a few." Clown offers. "Sweet. Lets go." He stalks out, Chief just behind him. "That Warden really shook you." He says softly, concerned. "When your whole Thing is Seeing, Not Being Able To is Scary." He says, shaking out his hand to get the few eyes that popped up there to go away. "And Ivory, she got over that?" "She killed a hundred of the things. Guess she figured that was enough assurance she didn't Need to see." "Wait, Ivory?" They look to Ivory. "Different Ivory," He says, shrugging, jumping up the steps. Chief has to duck. "awh, come on, why does everyone make stairs so short?" He complains. "Simply Shrink." "You're just mad cause you're short." "I will Dye Your Suit Pink." "I'll Dye Your Hair Pink!" "How dare you." He gasps. Chief laughs. They finally break surface, and he sighs in relief, wings sprawling in the sunlight slightly.

#where branz finds rice in ls and decides to help with the sickness #this was before the finale released btw #i just like writing branz and chief being silly goofy ^.^#chief being an eldrich horror is my favorite hc >:D #and branz bein an angel is always fun #oh fun fact abt this au thing #the ivory we know went through every universe and killed all the other ivories EXCEPT kab one #bc she mistook kab branzy for kab ivory and... well #twins you know how it is #seacat duo #HIII MOTH how r u :D #hope u r well :]#THANKS FOR ASKING!#sorry for my scuffed writing #always torn between I wanna show ppl my writing and God My Writing Sucks Is Only For Me Thanks ^.^

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