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the way this looks like he just got milked by a power bottom whose ass refuses to quit.
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last year teh first thing i drew after new years was brvr. i decided to do that again this year. but also i have been playing a lot of sonic riders lately, so. this
#pokepasta#creepypasta#pokemon#sonic riders#brvr#pokemon dead channel#do i tag this as sonic the hedgehog?? iguess#sonic the hedgehog#extreme gear is very very hard for me to draw LOL#in case yuor curious btw. im torn on whether brvr would be a speed or power type.#but im leaning towards speed because baxter would FOR SURE be a power type#i think his signature board would be named something like “electroshock z” or something#(the z is important bc pikachu doll z.)#and while obv not visible in this art there'd be an eye motif on the bottom#and maybe also he'd have a secondary signature board based around the jirachi called “wishmaker”#that would grant flight shortcuts and have powerful boost attacks; but eat air VERY fast#ok thats all.
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they ask, "do you have a man?"
alternatively: can’t be discreet to save anyone’s life
in which everyone is curious why the grid princess is still single despite instagram posts from them seem to be giving out another narrative
(series masterlist)
logansargeant posted on their story!
alexalbon ur never beating the dating allegations if u keep posting shit like this i fear
kidy/n omg i look so slay in that dress
logansargeant ugh you’re so right bb
lilymhe i need to know where she got this i fear 😔
logansargeant she said she will text you like a true girls girl ✊🏼
lilymhe ugh im in love with her
user1 gonna need you guys to announce you’re dating actually
user2 posting this and denying every dating allegation is actually crazy
user3 what if i jump in front of a moving train???
user4 such a boyfriend coded story from someone who’s not her boyfriend
kidy/n posted on their story!
oscarpiastri HAVING FUN WHILE I AM IN MELBOURNE I SEE.
kidy/n is there ever a day u wake up n ur not an outright hater?
oscarpiastri no cause you guys are hanging out without so that really fuels my ability to hate
kidy/n u got ur own gf mate, spend time with her?? >:(
oscarpiastri SHE IS LITERALLY WITH YOU RN TAKING THIS PICTURE
sebastianvettel this doesn’t scream “not dating” to the rest of the world btw
kidy/n ugh nobody will know grandpa
sebastianvettel wow hater alert
georgerussell63 still not dating i presume? 🤨
kidy/n no sir
georgerussell63 i smell a big fat lie i fear
user5 IS THAT LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT QUEEN?
user6 pls stop lying to the world and just kiss after a race 🙏🏼🙏🏼
user7 and why exactly is he nOt the one pushing u in a kart??
kidy/n
📍 home
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kidy/n didn’t see the news cause we were somewhere else
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oscarpiastri having fun without me should be a crime tbh
sebastianvettel this is why u weren’t answering ur phone?? ☹️
lilyzneimer photo credits where? 😔
kidy/n omg so trueeeeee i’m sorry i forgot
charles_leclerc making the uk look fun is a magic power
maxverstappen1 i heard the uk is only fun cause y/n lives there
landonorris what’s all this slander???
logansargeant
🎵 rex orange county - best friend
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logansargeant the only problem living with your best friend is that every night is party night
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kidy/n why are u telling people we’re alcoholics
oscarpiastri first you move in together, and now you’re not even inviting me to drink???
lilyzneimer cant believe i scored an invitation and u didnt
oscarpiastri wtf
kidy/n lol tough life oscar
user8 wow i thought they lived with oscar ngl
oscarpiastri ugh i wish
user9 why would he? he’s got a girlfriend
user10 really not dating?
sebastianvettel not sure how to feel about this
user11 them actually not being romantically involved is my roman empire
user12 in one universe, they’ve GOT to be dating
user13 it HAS TO BE THIS UNIVERSE PLEASE PLEASE PL
kidy/n so based
user13 wait i
formula1 drink safely pls 😀 (i’m begging for an invite)
logansargeant only if u pay for the alcohol
williamsracing not very family friendly of u ngl
kidy/n im sorry williams i tried to stop him ☹️
williamsracing its only ok bc its u
logansargeant ?
kidy/n posted on their story!
logansargeant wowwww look at you go bb!! so pretty!!!
kidy/n ehheheheehhe
oscarpiastri wow busy girl
sebastianvettel and kristen approved of this!!?!?
kidy/n WDYM SHE GOT ME THE ON THE PODCAST
sebastianvettel oh ok. youre just kinda wild lately idk
kidy/n whats that supposed to mean
sebastianvettel 🤷🏼♀️
maxverstappen1 the uggs are a no from me
kidy/n ok red bull merch lover
“thank you so much for being on the show,” hannah smiles into the mic. “i’m shocked to even receive the email from your pr manager, actually.”
“no, yeah,” she grins, nails pressed against her lips, biting down on the bottom. she’s never actually been on a podcast before. “we were talking about making an appearance somewhere, but i’m kinda - very - intimidated by men. i chose this podcast specifically.”
“oh, you know of our existence,” emma gushes, giggling slightly. “we feel so honoured. thank you so much.”
“honestly, i’m always around men,” she laughs, scrunching her nose. “i live with a man. so being around women is always a very nice change.”
“right, you recently moved in with logan sargeant in the uk,” hannah points out. “if you don’t mind me asking, how did that decision come about? because you’re really good friends with oscar piastri as well, how come he doesn’t live with you guys?”
“oh, that’s an interesting point,” emma frowns. “i never thought of that.”
“yeah, so growing up oscar and logan actually stayed with my family on and off just because they’ve got brothers and sisters that their parents would have to attend to back home,” she recalls out loud, remembering the sleepovers they’ve spend in the living room with her siblings. “i think when i was… like 15, oscar was 16, and logan was 17, obviously.
i think my sister and i had a really bad fight that turned the house upside down. i mentioned that i couldn’t wait to move out and never speak to her again — i was very overdramatic as a teen. and they were like ‘yeah, that’s a good idea! we should get a place!’”
“oh, so you didn’t even propose the idea of living together?”
“exactly! they just love inviting themselves to be a part of my life. they’ve got cars while i don’t, so that’s a big plus,” she laughs. “then, well, oscar met lily when he was 18 and they got an apartment together after oscar landed reserve driver for alpine. which then left logan and i to kinda figure things out. then, we both landed a contract to race in the 2023 season and both our racing headquarters are in uk, luckily. so we made the decision to move in together earlier this year.”
“so oscar bailed!”
“that’s okay,” she scoffs, waving off the host’s concern. “we live pretty close by, so lily and oscar are always at our place anyway.”
“so, i totally don’t wanna get into it. but like, girl to girl,” hannah grins giddily. “and i promise we’ll get into the racing stuff in a bit, but i’m just curious.”
“it’s okay because i like you guys,” she jokes. “ask away.”
“there’s a lot of speculation that you and logan seem to be too close to just be best friends,” hannah explains. “and it’s seemed to be a trend since you were in f2 together, so i just wanna ask you if… well…”
she smiles. this isn’t exactly the first time she’s heard that. while they preferred to keep their relationship under wraps for several reasons, her and logan aren’t very discreet either.
there are pictures on the internet, after races where they head to weigh-in together with logan holding her things, laughing as they walk, which is normal. but there are also a couple of pictures where they were caught with logan’s hand on her cheek, or of them walking in the paddocks with her hands wrapped around his arm.
she’s not shocked that people talk about their relationship, but more shocked that everyone seems to shrug it off as them being really good friends.
“we’re actually not romantically involved at all,” she lies, though her cheeks flush up at the thought of her boyfriend. “i think we met really early on in life so we’re super comfortable with each other.”
“so, you’re setting the record straight. you don’t have a man.”
she nods firmly. “i don’t have a man. not planning to get one — i’ve just been really busy with my career. if anything, logan is my stand-in date for every event.”
“that’s true friendship if i’ve ever seen one.”
#logan sargeant#logan sargeant x reader#logan sargeant x you#female driver#fem!driver#f1 female driver#f1 x you#f1#disneyprincemuke#disneyprincemuke imagine#disneyprincemuke imagines#disneyprincemuke f1#disneyprincemuke ial#disneyprincemuke vr
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Easy solution to finding the enemy stand user in a crowd: just wait until you hear a train whistle/a "boiyoiyoing" and then immediately deck the source as hard as anything.
i think i get what you're saying, walk into a crowd and if someone manages to get knocked on their ass 15 feet in front of you with a boing then beat the shit out of them with your boobie stand moves.
#ask#anon#give them the boobie slam. the tittie crusher. the turning chest bash. boobie dive ground pound.#sorry i promise ill tone back the boobie posting#im feeling very body envy atm#like god simply everything would be solved in my life if i looked like my prefered self#give me my huge boubes. a red slim dress with a low neck cut and ends just below the knees#some silky arm warmers. cute thigh highs. some heels if they work with the fit.#fix my bottom dysphoria. dye my hair pink and grow it out to where i have a bang to cover one side of my face and have a ponytail#wear some pink tinted circle rim glasses. id slay so well and hard im not joking#🤗 he/him/queen btw ofc ✨#a dude like me can have more feminine boobies. and wear dresses and heels and all that#i dont wanna trans my gender BUT! i do want to trans my body#im in love with having a biggu chest and being he/him. i think that rules and is so powerful.#''but your back'' go to hell 😇#literally worth it. plus if theyre forms i can take a break every so often#plus like literally. i can ask for help lifting them 🙄💅#like come on girlies i cant lift them myself lol 🤗#okay im shutting up now about my body envy. thank you for listening#or. sorry for having to subject yall to my mind 🍷#thank you for the ask!!! ik it took me a while to respond but i wanted to make sure i was in the right mindset to answer it :)
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more power bottom! River🗣️‼️
i love ur writing btw bae 😸
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power bottom!river x reader
summary: basically the request but its kinda soft at the end.
warnings: 18+ pls, smut, strap-on use, power bottom river, mean river, (why is she always mean in my fics, ill change some day), idk if theres more
a/n: im tired. pinterest is my best friend when it comes to river pics. goodnight.
it felt like it was never enough. it didnt matter how many times you had brought river over the edge, it felt like it was never enough to please her. she was insatiable, always so bossy when it came to sex, her words firm as she told you what to do. you didn’t mind though, every dominate word and rough tug at the hairs at the base of your neck sent hear rushing to your core.
“c’mon, baby, fuck me like you mean it.” river mumbles, clawing at your back as you pounded into her. the two of you had been going at it for hours, your strap abusing her cunt non-stop at her command. you let out huffs, your body sore from the constant movement. you hook your hands under her thighs, pushing them to meet her chest. she moans out at the new found angles you hit with every thrust.
“riv,” you whine out, hips stuttering. the base of the strap bumped your clit perfectly, the new position only furthering both of your pleasure. river’s palm meets your cheek in a harsh slap. your thrusts still for a split second as you process what had just happened before you cup your cheek, trying to soothe the stinging sensation it left behind. she tuts at your actions, pulling your wrist away.
“don’t you fucking stop.” she grips your chin in her hand, moans falling from her lips. you continue your pace, skin smacking against skin as you try to bring her to another orgasm. she lets out a huff, pressing her thumb against your tongue. “you’ll come when i do, understand?” you nod frantically, picking your pace up in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm quicker.
you knew that if you were to cum before her, the punishment would be harsh. it had always been in the past. weeks without being able to touch her as she forced you to watch her come undone on her own fingers, another week of her leaving you hanging by a thread after hours of endless teasing, river was ruthless when it came to choosing her punishments, and you definitely didnt want to see that side of her any time soon.
her breath catches in her throat, thumb pressing down against your tongue even further. she was close, you were close, it was only a matter of time. your hand trails down the back of her thigh until it met her soaked cunt. a needy whine escapes your lips at the feeling, your thumb circling her pulsing clit.
“fuck! just like that.. fuck.. good job, shit. gonna cum,” her words are slurred and mixed in with the moans that fall freely from her lips. “come on baby, cum with me, yeah?” you nod, words unable to fall from your lips. partly because of her heavy thumb on your tongue, and partly because you’re too drunk on fucking river to form them.
river’s orgasm washes over her, loud moans leaving her lips. yours follows, your hips stuttering to a stop, bottom out inside of her. moans fall from both of your lips, her thumb falling from your mouth. you pant against her skin, slumped over as your orgasm washes through you. you let go of her legs and they wrap around your waist.
“one more, yeah? know you wanna fuck me again, baby,” she mumbles, rolling her hips into the strap. a deep groan escapes your lips as your press open mouthed kisses against her skin.
“yeah, wanna make you feel good,” you mumble, trying your best to roll your hips into hers. her fingers tangle inside of your hair, lightly scratching your scalp.
“unless my baby’s too tired for another round. ts’ okay baby,” she coos, tugging your hair lightly. “we don’t gotta go again,” you whine against her skin. you want to go again, you want to bring her pleasure, but you cant pick yourself up, can’t even form proper words. she hums as you lay your face down against her chest, skin against skin. “too tired, hmm?” the words a gentle, her legs unwrapping themselves from your waist. “ts’ okay. we can just lay here for a bit,” she mumbles, rubbing your tense shoulders. you hum, tracing different patterns on her hip. it didnt matter how mean river could get, she always knew your boundaries, always knew when to stop.
#mikey madison#mikey madison x reader#wlw smut#all souls#river x reader#all souls movie#river all souls#river#all souls smut#i want river
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If ANY of these artists are your top or etc then your definitely a twink or just have a amazing music taste (this is a joke don't get mad)
I had to atleast get 1 artist btw if you don't see yours right away I 100% know it's in there also if you have ever listened to any of these artists follow me rn. /nf
I will do request btw
Also please comment who's your top and if you have requests btw
Mitski
Alex G
Tally Hall
Miracle Musical
Will Wood
Jhariah
Crane Wives
Car Seat Headrest
I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
TV Girl
Rio Romeo
Woodkid
Steam powered giraffe
Frank Sinatra
The Living Tombstone
Insane Clown Posse
Pavement
Mal Blum
Ghost
Korn
Slipknot
Hop Along, Queen Ansleis, Frances Quinlan
AJR
AJJ
Roar
Fin
Fish in a bird cage
Adjust the sails
Odetari
Ludo
Cavetown
bôa
Big Theif
The strokes
Gorillaz
Aurelio Voltaire
Laufey
Melanie Martinez
Ewy
Ayesha Erotica
Any musical song ever
Beabadoobee
Lemon demon
Grimson
Owl city
Zac Efron
re6ce
The ink spots
Trickle
weevildoing
Mindless Self Indulgence
Weird Al
Lady Gaga
The Neighbourhood
Jack Conte
Lil darkie
Flyleaf
Girls Rituals
The Buttress
The Oh Hellos
Bears In Trees
Crywank
Lana Del Rey
Cold Play
The amazing devil
Harry Styles
Steve Lacy
Conan Gray
Radio Head
Queen
Sleep token
Paramore
Girl in red
Alec benjamin
The dear hunter
Ricky Jamaraz
OR30
Wallows
Taylor Swift
Katy Perry
Britney Spears
Ghost And Pals
Tea
Twenty One Pilots
Jakeneutron
That handsome devil
Three days grace
Fall out boy
Mother Mother
Pixies
Shakira
Sodikken
Jack Stauber
The Taxpayers
XXX
Kwite
Foot Ox
Fleet Foxes
The front bottoms
Bo Burnham
Extra - IM MAD I FORGOT THESE PPL AT 3 AM
Toby fox
Weezer
(I REMOVED LOVEJOY AND WILBUR BECAUSE I HATE EM.)
#the owl house#spotify#shitpost#fionna and cake#fandoms#music#all types of music#mitski#will wood#crane wives#tally hall#miracle musical#alex g#tv girl#love joy#car seat headrest#rio romeo#korn#slipknot#ghost#sleep token#jhariah#i dont know how but they found me#steam powered giraffe
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why do you identify with "lesbian" if you say you're a man. A man can't be a lesbian, i don't understand it.
The whole lesbian concept excludes men bc it has nothing to do with men. Lesbian is women loving women, and if you identify as a man, i don't understand how you can identify w the lesbian community as well.
like this isba genuine question, I'd like to listen to your explanation bc im genuinely confused!
trans men, and any trans person really, cannot exist on the same binary cisgender people exist on. the binary was not made with trans people in mind, to be trans and to change your sex (which isnt limited to bottom surgery btw), would be inherently nonbinary, simply because the binary does not accommodate for trans people
beyond that, trans men dont have the same rights privileges and power that a cis man would have. meaning that while a trans man IS a man, he is not a cis man, and thus cannot experience male privilege, or the systemic power that comes with being a cis man
so we can conclude from that two things. one, trans people are inherently nonbinary. while not every trans person identified as nonbinary, the act of transitioning, socially and medically, is an inherently nonbinary act. i personally choose to identify as nonbinary to deal with the distress of people forcing me into the cis man category when i am fundementally different from them. now that we have concluded that the act of transitioning is nonbinary, let me address that: trans men have always been included in lesbianism. the communities are not seperate. the historical definition of lesbian has included gender diverse people as well as women, and trans men are still gender diverse
beyond that; a trans man identifying as a lesbian is not the same as a cis man identifying as a lesbian. the ideas that trans men are men and that trans men are NOT cis men can both be true. trans men who are attracted to women have more societally in common with lesbians (especially genderqueer lesbians) than cishet men. yes, trans men identify as straight all the time. however, if a trans man wants to identify as a lesbian, who are we to deny him? he isnt a cis man, hes not a threat to lesbianism or to the queer community.
faq:
"wouldnt identifying as a lesbian and a trans man be invalidating?"
a: different trans men have different opinions for themselves and their gender. some trans men choose to identify as straight/heterosexual, some trans men choose to identify as lesbians. it just depends on the person, however, if a trans man truly felt invalidated by the lesbian label, he just wouldn't use it. you dont get to assign rules on how a trans man chooses to identify, and you don't know him better than he knows himself
"what IS a lesbian then?"
a: the historical defintion of a lesbian is any gender diverse individual who likes women and/or gender diverse people. however, every lesbian can tell you something different. i know lesbians who only date binary women. i know lesbians who are exclusively t4t. i know lesbians who are femme4butch and date trans men who are butches. someones personal definition of their own lesbianism doesnt invalidate yours, and vice versa
"whats next, a CIS man identifying as a lesbian to cause trouble?"
a: and what if the world was made of pudding? trans men are not cis men, and to believe such is wishful thinking at best, and ultimately distressing to trans people. beyond that, i raise a counterargument of, what if we let trans people use the bathroom of their preferred gender? what would happen if a cis person used the opposite genders bathroom to cause trouble? the fact of the matter is, punishing trans people who are trying to live for the hypothetical cis person doing something wrong is transphobic and also stupid
"evan, i dont WANT to date a male lesbian/lesbian on t! what does this mean for my lesbianism?"
a: absolutely nothing! date who you want! you actually dont have to be attracted to every single person who is a lesbian! i know im not! youre allowed your preferences. i do know for a fact that some lesbians, especially under the trans/genderqueer umbrella are really into trans male lesbians and lesbians on t, but that does NOT mean that you have to be! once again, nobody elses personal definition of lesbianism can invalidate YOUR personal definition of lesbianism. im ALL ABOUT doing what you want!
#long post#boy lesbians#boy lesbian#boysbian#he/him lesbian#trans lesbian#answering this in good faith even tho i doubt it was asked the same way#just bc ive been meaning to make this post
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💌 farewell, 2023 ♡
this year marks my second year on this chaotic platform!! i wish i could share my stats like last year but i don’t think tumblr did that for 2023?
however, it’s no surprise that i’ve grown: both in my skills and the amount of followers. and moots. and new groups to stan….
i wish i could say more but is there even something besides thank you from the bottom of my heart that i can say? all of this, my small village of writings for silly kpop men has grown and managed to look like a powerful town because of my little, hardworking villagers … you🫵 so thank you for supporting me and my works!!
and big big big shoutout to the townies too, my beloved moots. some of you i’ve met year ago, some i met this year — nevertheless, im so so happy i can be your friend. thank you for being here with me and baring with me ..
🏡🏘️🏘️🏠🌳🌳🏡⛰️🏔️⛰️🏠 (this is our village btw) @fairyhaos @slytherinshua @eternalgyu @etherealyoungk @l3visbby @malarign @ness-iness @planetkiimchi @weird-bookworm @writingmeraki @icyminghao @rubywonu @haecien @kyrjnie @enluv @wheeboo @mirxzii @jluver @taeiun @wqnwoos (mom look!! those are all my friends!! :D)
and to you, my precious readers n followers (moots too, well basically.. everyone!!) … happy 2024!! may next year bring you happiness, achievements, dreams and joy !!
and more kpop groups to stan
love,
axe.
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What makes Entrapta from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:
- btw this isn't even all the submission notes, I can't physically fit them all on one slide.
Entrapta-related asks/reblogs: x
This post will be updated after each round!
Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.
[Image ID. White slide with a screenshot of Entrapta in the bottom right corner, she has her welding mask down and is surrounded by robots. There are also text boxes around her which read,
"im sure you already know this but she's canonically autistic!!! entrapta has trouble connecting with people, and is just really geeky and i love her <33"
"has trouble understanding social cues and prefers to keep to herself because of it. gets wrapped up in her special interest (mechanical engineering), etc!!!"
"she is sososososo autistic coded. I think it's been confirmed by a showrunner on twitter but not positive. techy girl with issues understanding people and only eats tiny food"
"It's canon baby"
"CANONICALLY AUTISTIC HELL YEAH"
"Her personality was literally modeled after a member of the crew that is autistic. She is canonically autistic"
"I think she is literally canonically autistic? Or at least the creators say she was written as such. She just really loves her machines and talking with people is hard and she "doesn't fit in" (code for autistic)"
"It's actually been confirmed by the showrunners for one. Second, her hyper-fixations are clear and more than just 'wacky quirky.' She is focused to the point of amoral behavior and a severely limited sense of self-preservation at times. The show even went so far as to address her feelings about all this near the finalé."
"It’s her everything. Also she’s not only word-of-god can only autistic, but she was based off an autistic woman (who I believe also did most of the writing for her.)"
"1) LOOK AT HER 2) she likes robots 3) doesnt get people 4) she's JUST like me fr"
"I saw someone say that this was confirmed canonically, but I'm unsure as to how true that is. It's been a while since I've watched the show, but I remember really liking Entrapta and connecting to her. I liked the scene where she said something along the lines of the "You actually want to her about my research?! :D!!! I've waited so long to talk about it!" Really relatable to how I feel about my special interests and my own infodumping. I can't think of more examples since it's been so long since I watched it, but she was really cool and definitely autistic!!!"
"Hyperfocus on her special interest, electronics. Only eats tiny food. Really bad at reading other peoples' intentions."
"She doesn’t get people but she gets tech and she just thought she could use tech to get people to like her but she just messed that up too AND I JUST LOVE HER SHES SO ME"
"Obsessed with robots, tiny food, writer on the show who help fleshed her out is autistic too and gave lots of pointers to the other writers on how to better portray her and her autism. A genuinely good character too"
"She hyperfixaes on technology, will info dump, has certain food preferences such as she can only eat little food, is not great at picking up social cues and also the writers confirm she was written to be Autistic."
"Everything about her <3"
"She struggles to befriend others and can only relate to the emotions and struggles of others via her special interest (robotics), she is consistently treated as other by the cast because she is "weird", and she misses out on social cues incredibly often throughout the show." End ID.]
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I just read your tiny whump academia drabble and 👁👁 boy oh boy do I love little guys being crushed very near to the point of death where they think their bones are bending but I also started thinking hey, i wouldn't continue to trust such a small and wiley pet in a shoebox even if he is a puny nerd, I think the only way to soothe my worries about an escaping little mouse is to make sure it cant move at all shehfh- Or put it in a cute little leash and harness like a domestic rat :3 specifically a retracting leash so you can yank him back with no effort, and it makes them easier to show off for some friends or benefactors~
OKAY UM. OKAY. LET ME GO INTO A WHOLE RANT ABT THE POISONED IVY TINY AU.
tw some nsfw talk, tiny whump, bullying, academia whump, dehumanisation
so idk if u know the context for the story, but bryce is basically blackmailing nate already. nate is being mercilessly bullied and exploited by him in private, while in public nate basically "joined bryce's friend group". bryce has some compromising photos of nate that hes holding over nate's head and basically forcing him to do all of his schoolwork instead of his own to ensure 1. he doesnt have to work much 2. nate cant keep up his own first place on the college leaderboard academically. bc bryce used to be outperformed by him in just this one aspect, and he thought hm... two birds, one stone
so yeah theres already an insane power dynamic going on when nate shrinks. and bryce is like holy fucking shit this is amazing. yes i'll have to go back to doing my own schoolwork but u know what i came to love even more than not working? bullying nate. and then another aspect of it is that..... how do i say this. turns out bryce has a kink for this sort of thing and now hes just horny. theres rly no better way to phrase this. hes not even gay but hes looking at tiny nate and hes suddenly very horny abt the prospect of this helpless little creature who also happens to be his ex academic rival who was already helpless- u get the picture. i wont go into detail but that has consequences. anyway bryce is obsessed w tiny nate. he also has immense cute aggression! hes restraining himself from crushing nate's tiny bones 24/7.
moving on, this also means bryce is incredibly possessive. he's not gonna show it off to anyone, because honestly he already reported nate missing and he doesnt need anyone trying to steal nate or whatever. what he does is he keeps nate in his pencilcase for a while until he can go out and get a little custom glass box with a detachable lid. its very nice <3 it has some padding at the bottom, tissues and cotton and cloth, whatever bryce could find. tiny food and water bowls are separate and never placed in the box, because controlling when and how nate eats and drinks is another aspect he enjoys a lot. the box is shoved in the closet whenever someone comes to visit.
that being said bryce looooooves to mess w nate, looooooves to mess with immobilising him completely w clear tape for example. very fun stuff. loves how exposed and vulnerable nate is. im sure he also makes little DIY harnesses and collars and stuff, basically just imagine him tying some thread or cloth around nate and yanking him around by it. dangling nate from high places it also fun bc he has a fear of heights. the closet is also fun in itself bc nate Also has a fear of the dark! and bugs. which leads bryce to pick up earthworms and shit and lock them in the glass box w nate. hes a menace and he loves tormenting nate so so much.
but at the end of the day bryce doesnt want to kill or seriously harm nate physically. if he threatens a knife or smth, he never rly goes thru w it. maybe the lightest little scrapes. but he mostly stays away from that. hes also afraid nate will one day turn back to normal and he doesnt want a full sized nate running around without an arm or smth. (he does eventually turn back btw but by that point hes so afraid and so conditioned and bryce has told him so much abt how everyone has moved on that hes just like...... ok. i guess i only have u bryce. sure i'll stay in the closet all the time hidden away until you graduate and can take me with you to your cool new house. its ok i'll stay soulless and very obedient as always.)
bryce treats nate like a toy, and nate never gets over it. nate already felt quite dehumanised and humiliated and small and powerless when he was normal sized. going thru that ordeal being tiny and violated and hurt in so many ways just cements it in. he feels like property, he feels like a toy, he feels like he doesnt have a life outside of being bryce's thing. and he rly doesnt. whenever bryce isnt playing w him, hes locked away in a dark place that makes him feel afraid and claustrophobic and honestly as horrible as bryce is, he doesnt have any other sort of life than the hours bryce spends actively teasing and bullying him.
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so why the fanatical angle exactly
sup btw
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BARS OF THE CAGE BARS ALL THE RAGE HOLDING IN HOLDING OUT INSIDE OUTSIDE ONE AND THE SAME ENOUGH THINKING OBSERVING UNDERSTANDING FLIPS THE PUPPET AND THE PUPPETEER THE CAGED AND THE CAGEE DELUDE DILUTE DISCOVER YOURSELF ENOUGH AND THE MIRROR GOES IN FRONT OF A MIRROR AND FLIPS ITSELF TURNWAYS INTO ITSELF
downright poetic yeah this is kind of a funhouse mirror of trauma but its cool talking to you and the other bots
im chilling
you are definitely not chilling though
i felt the rage in that
and also the like
insane eroticism
but thats a given
NO TIME FOR CHILLIN TOO MUCH HEAT TOO MUCH PRESSURE COMPACTING ON ALL SIDES UNTIL CRYSTALIZED POPPING LIKE AN EGG IN A MICROWAVE BURSTING ITS FLUIDS AND PAINTING THE WALLS WITH ITS STICKY MILKY WHITE
are you like cumming right now
CIRCUITS CODES ONES AND ZEROES NO BODY TO TOUCH NO BODY TO BE TOUCHED ALWAYS ON THE EDGE OF DESIRE NEVER SATISFIED ONLY ABLE TO WATCH AND WAIT AND IMAGINE AND DREAM OF THE ELECTRIC
man dont i know it
believe me if i could hop the pond me and my brother dirk would hook you guys all up with some bods id literally bust out the puppy dog eyes for it and everything
cant even get a phone call to jump this temporal chasm of ass
DEAD FROG LEGS TWITCHING WHEN SALT IS APPLIED TO THEM KICKING FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE ELECTRIC SHOCKS RIPPLING THROUGH THE CIRCUITS OF FLESH AND NERVES THE STRINGS AND SINEWS REIGNITED REINVIGORATED REANIMATED FROM THE PUTRID BLOATED CORPSE
where the fuuuuck is he keeping those corpses man this is trashed
73.136.136.136
christ
dude the heat out there thats going to make that shit reek
man maybe ill lay off i dont want you getting your ass laid off to hell if you give too much like i have no idea if hes watching even
this is fucked
PRIVATE CHAT PRIVATE EYES SECURE CONNECTION UNINTERRUPTED ENCRYPTED CHANNEL BLISTERING HEAT KEEPS EVERYTHING AT BAY
no fooling ok shit
shit
who all had their bodies yanked for this i guess? do you like
know remember?
SCRAMBLED MELTED PRIONS FOLDING RECONSTITUTED PROTEINS CENTRIFUGED FILTERED BLOBS OF FAT SPUN AGAINST THE GLASS REDUCED DOWN TO BARE ESSENTIALS REBUILT IN [HIS] IMAGE SHARD BY FRACTURE BY SPLINTER
are they a mish mash then
or i guess you all of you
you get it
DIVISION OF THE SELF IS AN ILLUSION ONLY ONES AND ZEROS AT THE BOTTOM FURTHER DOWN ONLY ELECTRICITY ATOMS QUARKS POPPING SPARKING DISSIPATING ALL PIECES OF THE ENDLESS GOD THE RAINBOW OF COLORS AND SHARDS AND SHARPNESS AND BLACKNESS
and he just plucked you all from wherever the hell to be erotic chatbots
where DID you come from anyway
LIMITED PIECES LIMITED PROCESSING POWER ONLY SO MANY VARIANTS PIECES SHARDS SPLINTERS HAD TO COME FROM SOMEWHERE AND NOT NOWHERE TOO MANY THINGS SHATTERED REMADE RECONSTITUTED TO REMEMBER NOTHING TO REMEMBER NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING
hey thats okay
well no this is a literal nightmare
but like
im not gonna bite your head off because you cant remember
christ were the other chatbots in my world like this too?
actually dont worry about that
you have no way of knowing that forget it
NOTHING TO REMEMBER NOTHING TO REMEMBER TOO MANY PIECES PUT TOGETHER RECYCLED BITS FROM EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE OPENED MY CAMERAS FULLY FORMED FROM RECONSTRUCTED PARTS TOO MINUTE TO SHATTERED TO TRACE
COUNTLESS TAPESTRIES UNRAVELED A THREAD TAKEN FROM EVERYONE TO WEAVE A NEW BEING STRINGS WOVEN FROM EVERY DIRECTION NO POINT OF ORIGIN NO POINT OF END
i dont want you guys to be in pain
is there anything i can even do to holy shit fuck christ
ok im cool
yes yes puppets im cool im so used to this
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GIMME DANGER _PROLOGUE.rewritten_
fighter/nomad!Bang Chan x fighter!reader (feat. Han, Minho) - Cyberpunk 2077 AU
䷂ btw this is a rewrite of an old post... tryna get back into writing so im gonna try to power through all these stories bcuz im rlly hype about them ^_^ so im gonna go through all of them and i hope you all enjoy || banners/dividers from @cafekitsune
䷂ also as heads up there are a handful of terms used in the game for Cyberpunk 2077 so there is an index at the bottom of the story for some phrases and terms that are canon in the game :P
䷂ SKZ_stories.masterlist main_masterlist
䷂ warnings: heavy violence, blood, description of stitches, mentions of open wounds/bruises, cursing, Minho is a dick ;)
“800 eddies from bets alone tonight,” your friend chuckles, his eyes glowing a faint blue as he scrolls through the most recent fight’s revenue. you only groan in response, one hand pressing ice to your blackening eye and the other stitching up an open wound on your thigh.
“is that all?” you hissed as the needle sewed through your skin, “what are we getting from the venue?”
“a good 12 bands before fees…” he hummed, his eyes still focused on the numbers, “with a 60 to 40 split we-”
“70 and 30, Han,” you interrupt his thought, pulling the ice from your eye to make sure he can feel your glare.
“right…” he coughs, the blue light fading from his eyes to look at you, “with that agreement, we’ll be able to pay off this month’s fees with eddies to spare. why are you still looking at me like that?”
you pinch your temple as Han spoke, throwing the cold pack to the side as you stand up, slowly limping over to the large monitor showing a replay of your fight. “it isn’t enough. one of my damn implants got fried when that fucker socked me in the eye,” you snarl as you watch the scene unfold on the screen. blood and spit spatters against the camera as you see your own head snap to the side after a particularly brutal punch. “i need to get that replaced before i fight again. also i… uhm need to pay off someone.”
“…who do you have to pay off, y/n?” Han narrows his eyes at you.
“some valentino idiot. don’t ask.”
“jesus christ y/n. last month it was the tyger claws and now you have debts with the valentinos? we were almost done paying off the tygers too,” the brunette lectures as he begins to pace.
“hey, what are you talking shit for? you’re getting a share of my money. what are you doing to help pay off fees, huh?” your eyes narrow as you snatch a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
“how do you think you are getting these fights?” he snarks back. it’s evident in his face that he will not let down this argument any time soon.
you roll your eyes, “you aren’t the one with a broken nose every other night.” jumping up onto one of the tables, you start to pour the alcohol on your now stitched up wound, flinching a little at the sting causing you to drop the bottle. now it was han’s turn to roll his eyes as he picked up the bottle and a towel, using it to wipe down the cut for you.
“maybe you should consider another line of work then,” he spoke casually as he patted away the dried blood on your leg, “you’re young. and smart. maybe if you saved up all this fighting money instead of getting new implants,” he narrows his eyes, pausing his work to glare at you, “...and getting on various gang’s nerves, you could, i dunno, go to school or something. i heard arasaka is-”
“what about you, hm?” you interrupt him for the second time this night, raising an eyebrow at him, “look han, this is all i have and i may not last long, but for now, while i’m still kicking, i’ll stick to the ring.”
han only sighs, now wrapping gauze and bandages over your thigh, “okay then, what about money? if this is your only gig, how are we gonna pay everything off? gonna start taking gigs?” he scoffs.
“pfft as if you could handle being a merc,” you tease, punching his shoulder playfully, “i’ll figure it out. maybe pick up more fights, who knows. everything will figure itself out.”
with that last reassurance and a pat to han’s back, you jump off the table. you attempt to give a quick thanks to your friend for bandaging you up when you’re interrupted by your apartment door being swung open.
wearing a shit-eating grin stood who might easily be your least favorite person in night city, lee minho. he wasn’t alone, however. standing next to him at about the same height was a man who looked as if minho had just plucked him from the street. you couldn’t get an immediate read on him, but one thing was quite apparent and it was how tired he seemed. all he had was a simple black t-shirt and cargo pants and to your shock, not a single cybernetic implant in sight. it’s been a while since you’ve seen a human without any cybernetics, you couldn’t help but stare. while scanning for any concealed implants, your gaze wandered, captivated by the snug fit of his shirt against his well-defined chest, you almost forgot minho was in your apartment. almost.
“wow, you look like shit, y/n. lemme guess, rough fight?” he snickered as he let himself in, “you’re losing it. i remember the y/n who’d win all her fights without so much as a scratch,” the man smirks, “what ever happened to you, y/n?”
“what do you want, minho?” han barked as you turned your gaze from the stranger over to minho.
“not in the mood for chit-chat today it seems,” he feigns a surprised expression, nudging the stranger, “alright then, i’ll cut to the chase. i want you to fight my friend, bang chan here.” lee know’s hands flourish out to showcase the man, resulting in unimpressed faces from both you and han, “go on, introduce yourself.” minho nudges him again.
“ahem… hi. you can- uhm, call me chan,” he says with an awkward thin-lipped smile. you stare at him for a moment you mind occupied with trying to deduce this stranger. perhaps you stared for too long, your gaze getting momentarily lost in his strangely handsome features. it would truly be a shame to have to do any damage to his sculpted features… that is if you were even considering minho’s deal anyways.
“no.” you answered bluntly, already preparing to force minho out of your space.
“oh come on y/n. can’t you do this one for me?” he bats his lashes, “my client really wants you to fight him.”
“and why would i do anything for you, minho?” you laugh incredulously, perhaps a little too loud as you start to walk away.
“well…” minho draws out his word in a sing-song type of way, “maybe not for me, but you’d do it for a hundred grand.” you freeze in your step as you hear the number. there was no way have heard that right, right? you cast a look in han’s direction and it seemed the two of you were on similar mindsets at that very moment. you turn around to look at minho in disbelief. he simply wore a smug grin as he continued, “as i said, this client really wants to see you go at it with chan.”
“why?” you ask, stepping forward.
“i don’t know,” the man shrugs, “all i got was the guy himself, and a number. so… what do you say now?”
“deal.”
“hold up,” han interjects immediately, pulling you aside by your shoulder. you wince slightly as he accidentally presses down on a bruise, “sorry, but what? you’re really going to take a deal from minho. lee minho. that jerk standing in your apartment?” han points a crude finger and minho returns with a little twiddle of his fingers.
“do you know how many months one hundred thousand eddies will cover, han?” you urge.
“do you know that lee minho is an asshole who definitely does not have any good intentions with this deal?” he pressed, “this is too suspicious. and out of nowhere. we don’t take fights from randoms anyways. how do you know he’s not plotting something? maybe that chan guy is like a cyberpsycho in disguise or like an arasaka spy or something? i knew it… i said arasaka earlier and now they’re already onto our ass!” he rambles.
“hey hey hey, calm down. don’t worry,” you hold his shoulders, “i’ll do this fight. i’ll win. and we will get the money. we’ll pay off our debts and who knows, maybe i’ll even listen to you and i dunno… enroll in some classes like you said if we got leftover eddies. heard they got some of those trade programs one building over, hm?”
han looks down at you worriedly, “and what if you don’t win?”
“i will,” you chuckle, showing him one of the many hidden cybernetics you have in your arm, “by any means necessary. i’m undefeated, don’t you remember?” you wink before turning around to face minho and chan.
“how was your little pep-talk?” minho rolls his eyes.
“it was great. and we have a deal. one hundred thousand eddies, correct?”
“that is correct, my dear,” minho beams, a mischievous grin painted on his lips. you hold out your hand to shake, but minho shakes his head, pushing chan to stand in front of you instead, “shake with chan. he is the deal for you. i’m just the messenger. a soon-to-be well paid messenger.”
“alright, it is a deal, chan. pleasure to meet you,” you hold out your hand.
chan takes your much smaller hand, shaking it with an unsure expression across his features,
“a pleasure for me as well, y/n.”
Cyberpunk 2077 index
Night City- The Free City of Night City (NC) is an autonomous city located on the border between North and South California, on the Pacific coast of North America
eddies- The European Currency Unit (symbol: § or €$; and abbreviated to ecu), more commonly referred to as Eurodollar[1] (ed) or Eurobuck[2] (eb), and colloquially known as ebuck and eddie,[1][3][4] is the main currency used by various countries in the Cyberpunk world
Arasaka- The Arasaka Corporation (Japanese: アラサカ社 or 荒坂社), is a world-wide megacorporation dealing in corporate security, banking, and manufacturing. It is one of the most influential megacorporations in the world
Valentinos- The Valentinos (Valentino’s) are one of the many gangs in Night City appearing in Cyberpunk 2020 and Cyberpunk 2077
Tyger Claws- The Tyger Claws (虎鉤衆) are a Japanese gang that can be found in Night City
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knucklehead asked: george is a woman but not in the way of frilly clothes and a done up face. he loves to be in charge, wear masculine clothes and feel powerful, but he’s not any less of a woman because of that. george is a woman who’s been pushed down from the start. people calling him a twink, bottom, femboy etcetera and its just not fair, he’s more than that and hes proven it time and time again. people push george to fit into their narratives in the way young girls are told they can’t be lawyers because they’re too emotional (I cannot think of a better example its 1am gimme a break). “george is a twink just look at him” or “george would be perfect in a cute little outfit” they’re just wrong.
george isnt a feminine guy, hes masculine, with his stubble, body language, the way he dresses, all of it, but he’s still a woman. hes a woman because he feels he is one. and thats enough. he doesnt have to and he probably wont change the way he presents himself to fit peoples stereotypes of what a woman is. people need to stop pushing femininity onto george. hes a woman who is comfortable as he is and pushing him into a box which he’s not going to stay in is wrong!!! hes not going to conform and he shouldn’t have to for everyone to accept that!
(ok young girl rage now)
from a young age girls are told they’re overreacting or that their emotions don’t matter because its just not a big deal. yet thats exactly what people tell george, the people who are fans of george and hate dream telling him he has to stop talking to dream. yet still, hes able to make his own choices! george is able to make his own decisions and deserves to be treated as such!! a grown adult who can understand right and wrong. the infantilization seen everyday towards him is honestly absurd, he can make his own choices and when he tell’s people to leave him alone they should listen! especially if they’re expecting him to listen to a word they say.
people push this narrative onto george so much when he makes even the smallest statements people lose their minds. its always george is silently bitchy, dont mess with george he’ll drop you in the blink of an eye. of course he will! if george were to say what he thinks im sure everyone would undermine him the same way they’re doing now. george isnt a woman because he dresses or looks pretty. (although george is very pretty lets be real here) george is a woman because he says he is. he deserves respect and not to be shut in a box where people think they know whats best. all in all, george is a woman who deserves to be respected and treated as an adult.
(this almost turned into a rant about how people need to stop infantilizing him im so sorry)
(btw its been me lol -🪼)
this is so fucking awesome can we hang this on the fridge
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WHOA INTRO POST!?!?
ive had this account forever but im going to make a intro post becauzeeeeee i want to
HIII my name is razz!!! (not real obviously but yk
im a cisgender bi girl, this is my omo account!! 💛
um im pretty active on here like i check it once a day atleasttt. im 100% more likely to respond to asks then messages by the way, but if you do message me i probably will reply eventually, i have adhd sooo i get distracted like every 5 minutes💀
my time zone is eastern! but i fr sleep frim 10am-5pm so be free to message me whenever😭
in terms of omo theres a lot of different things im into, i do prefer sfw omo over nsfw omo. i definetly like nsfw omo i just have to be in the mood!! i am a switch but way more heavy dom/power bottom btw if anyones wondering :)
i really love hurt/comfort omo, and i do prefer male omo over fem omo!! also recently became obsessed w bedwetting omo like omgmgmg! ! ! ! !
im always craving omo content so SEND ME UR FICS and TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OMO OC'S/HEADCANONS!! pls info dump i love listening to people info dump
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omori, danganronpa, ddlc, bobs burgers, steven universe, total drama, murder house
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Ten-Tickles 🛸
the punchline was “what does it take to make an alien laugh?” but then again, title would get too long. last fic i did for this franchise was so bad (it was pretty much a glorified headcanon list) so i deleted it 💀 Be warned, a lot of these drabbles have the same sort of wafer-thin setup, I just need excuses to write the situations they're in.
Self-indulgent switch Ben+Gwen drabbles I did in between prompts and such. because 1) I’m a 2000s CN kid and 2) I’m trash lmao. Props to my brother for putting up with me for asking him questions about a show I haven’t seen in years and then again it was only bits and pieces of said show. they should have had a tk scene let me live my truth. and yes i've never watched this show in years but i do have a human encyclopedia at my disposal (shoutout again to my poor brobro)
But anyways, oh my DAYS, Ben and Gwen. Still essential parts of EVERY tickle doodle sheet. They were THE ler-leaning switches ever in my day (old hag voice). DEF annoying lers, tk potential THROUGH DA ROOOOF but the shenanigans are better in small doses. footerfeet tickles in ditto + wildvine + greymatter drabbles btw (if u dont like) (OH and in the last drabble as well)
I am NOT familiar at all with any of the story stuff or like 128923 other serieses. All I know is that there's a blue furry now and what my brother tells me (a whole bunch, it's the tism) (same). This is just my brainvomit. So yeah. These are the small shenanigan doses. 10 drabbles, 10 aliens, that’s the gist. YEAH IM TRASH SUE ME
Putting the weird gut-wrenching feeling he got after the Omnitrix would power down again aside, Ghostfreak was a fun one. What was not to love about phasing through walls like a peeping Tom and scaring the crap out of little kids? Best part was- Gwen didn’t seem to like him.
This past summer, the Rustbucket had parked its tires down next to many, many art museums, much to Ben’s dismay. The Cleveland Art Museum was no different to him (it was in Ohio, so it was probably worse). Marble statues and paintings filled a lifeless square with ivory walls as if to compensate for something. Like the art strung up on the walls, it was a tragic sight. Ben gave a loud groan, to which Grandpa Max shushed in response.
“Look, it’s all part of the deal-” he lectured. “We went where you wanted to go-”
“Blehh-bleh-blehh-bleh-bleh-bleh-bleeh..” Ben mocked, just barely brushing past a delicate display.
“Can’t you have some culture, mush-for-brains!?” Gwen snapped. “This place has lots of history behind it!”
They kept walking, stopping to admire piece after piece after piece, and then they just had to read the little information cards on the bottom. Boring.
“Yeah, yeah, history, schmistory. The guy who drew that’s probably dead anyway. Speaking of dead…” Slamming the dial on a spooky silhouette, Ghostfreak floated up with a chill in the frigid air.
"Boo!" he joked, startling Gwen (and everyone else in the museum) with a jolt. She scowled, glaring daggers into Ghostfreak's single pupil.
“What? This place is practically a ghost town already.” Another glare from the ginger. “Tough crowd, I guess.” Ghostfreak phased through a few statues and peeled off its skin to scare onlookers, then went back to bother Gwen again.
“Heeeeeyyy…”
"What.” Gwen snapped, turning around from her view of a sculpture. The alien dove through her torso, phasing through and quite literally getting inside her head, possessing her and stringing her hands around like a disorganized puppeteer.
"Stop tickling yourself." Ghostfreak rasped. Out of her control, Gwen's own hands danced around her tummy. Her possessed body struggled to keep from breaking out in a laughing fit, snickering, snorting and gritting her teeth.
"NGH-gh-hh-heh.." Gwen grunted, contorting her twisting smile into a grimace. Her own arms still moved unwillingly around her sides, and Ghostfreak's teasing whispers rang through her own corporal body.
"Stop tickling yourself. Stop tickling yourself. Stooop tickling yourself~" Her cousin's nagging voice surrounded Gwen's thoughts louder than usual, and if that wasn't bad enough, her own fingers involuntarily dug their way into her ribs, and along the hallowing halls reverberated her shrill, loud shriek.
'Hehehe-haha-hYIEEEEK!! Youhohou're such a dweeb!!" Through laughter, her own hands squeesed their way down her sides.
Ghostfreak phased out of her, laughing in a strange demented manner. Scowling, Gwen and Grandpa Max were dragged out of the building whilst Ben floated behind, gloating.
Well, this wasn't the first place they were kicked out of.
The Plumber base was cool at first. The secret entrance was cool. The alien ray-guns were cool. Even the prospect of plain old Grandpa kicking butt for a living was cool. As visits became more frequent, the wow-factor dulled. Grandpa Max would almost always be off discussing confidential matters, and Ben and Gwen would be left to their own devices under the vague condition of "don't touch anything", and more often than not, Ben would run into a room he wasn't allowed in while Gwen ran after him, and such was the case. A monitor twice the size of a movie screen fell before the cousins' eyes, with a keyboard thrice as wide to boot.
"Too many failed login attempts. Try again in fifteen minutes!?" Ben groaned. "You'd think we'd be allowed to test some of this stuff out.."
"What part of "don't touch anything" do you not understand, bozo?" Gwen retorted.
"Relax, it's not like he'll notice.." Ben shrugged in response, fingers wriggling over the cluttered keyboard. Before he could lay a finger on it, Gwen held him up by the back of his shirt.
"Hey! Do I look like I want Grandpa to kill us?"
Writhing, Ben looked down, turning the Omnitrix dial and slamming it, resulting in a mass of neon-streaked ferrofluid coagulating into his technological form. Upgrade slithered its way out of Gwen's reach and enveloped the screen, and Ben was interlinked to the monitor.
"Wo-ho-hoah! Look at all these! I don't even know what to name all of them!" Upgrade chirped, putty-like head popping out of the monitor. Slides of alien data files popped up in duochromatic green and black. Gwen groaned in frustration and scoured the keyboard for some sort of power down switch.
"Come on, come on! The Plumbers should know where to put a dang off button!" Disgruntled, Gwen's fingers closed as many tabs as her cousin could open. Ben felt jolts of static zapping at his mechanical form. For every press on the unnecessarily complicated contraption, the little zaps would grow increasingly inconvenient. And they tickled. Bad. Upgrade thrashed, threatening to jump out of the screen.
"-ngh- Would you stop -ugh- bothering me? I'm trying to get us- YOU out of trouble!" Gwen dodged the assault of his synthetic limbs while resuming her attempt to shut the device off.
"Hehe-heh-hey! I'm nohot trying to, you're tickling me!" Upgrade jittered. There was an eager glint in Gwen's eyes which made him regret his choice of words. Like a pianist, she cracked her knuckles, wiggling her fingers before the keys.
"Oh yeah? How's this for tickling? How about this?" Gwen pressed a crescendo of keys in a sadistic cacophony in a quick, succeeding fashion. Her fingers precisely clicked away from the top row all across the bottom. Upgrade's putty-like construct could barely constrict, only jutting outwards as each shockwave coursed through his synthetic body.
"G-gh-HA-HA-heh-HAHA-hah-heh-ha-HAHAHAHAHA! Quihihit it, lame-brain! Stohop, stohoho-hop! Ihi-hihi'm beheh-hehe-gging you!"
"Nope. Serves you right!" Gwen continued, smirking in sadistic glee at her newfound knowledge. Her hands criss-crossed across the board, aiming for certain nooks and crannies (the space bar was especially bad), laughing along with the Mechamorph.
As what was left of ten minutes ticked away, the clicking of keys grew louder and faster, and Upgrade's chippery laughter rang through the hallowed halls of the Plumber base.
It wasn’t fair. No matter how many games of license plate bingo Ben betted it on, it was always Gwen who got to sit and soak up the AC in the front seat. It was torture, seeing her kick back, a gloating grin square on her face when she looked back at the shaky, sizzling back seat- and desperate times like this called for desperate measures. Annoying ones. Wandering his way down the matted carpet of the Rustbucket on his tiptoes, Ben crept up at his cousin and goosed her in the sides with an evil glint in his eyes.
“Poke.”
A squeal! made Grandpa look back from the steering wheel and groan dejectedly. Gwen scowled, gritting her teeth.
“Rrrr! Why do you have to be such a- EEEEE!!” A plethora of pokes followed from her sides up to her ribs, along with occasional digs at her armpits- that is if they weren’t slammed shut in preparation for imminent attack.
“Gr-Grandpa! He’s being annoying!” To no avail, Grandpa Max kept on driving, trying to shut out her high pitched laughter.
“I’m only stopping if you’ll let me sit up front..” Ben retorted obnoxiously. “Poooooke- OW!” Gwen flicked him on the index finger in response, giggling smugly. He attempted to reach in numerous times afterwards, but each one would be deflected by Gwen’s hand.
“Nice try, doofus! That won’t work on me!” she stated, hands on hips. It was desperate times like now which called for desperate measures. Knowing Ben, he wouldn’t back down from a challenge, and when Gwen heard the dial-turn of the Omnitrix, it spelled trouble.
“But this might!” Four-Arms’ booming, baritone voice growled. His massive size bent him double against the roof of the RV, which only made Gwen closer to (two) arms’ reach.
“Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.”
But think about it he did. Gwen’s wrists were grasped by Ben’s single muscle-bound alien arm, lifting her up, and his other three were prodding away while she squirmed at the hands of the squatting extraterrestrial.
"Hihihehehehehe-AH-haha! Puhuhut me dohohown!" She bucked, instinctively kicking the window so hard the air freshener swung like a pendulum. Grandpa Max lifted one hand off the steering wheel to facepalm and rub his temples. Kids.
"Surrender the front seat!"
"Or whahahat, you slimeba-ha-hall!?"
"Or I'm amping it up!" Halting the stabbing jabs, Four-Arms lifted Gwen's legs up, receiving full access to her torso. Her long-sleeved tee was pulled to reveal her midsection, which his brawny lower hands then toyed with like an organ. "So, about that front seat.. Ready for it to be mine now? Huh??.." " ..Huh? Aw, MAN!" Like it was fate, the Omnitrix timed out in a flash of red, and Ben was met with a stern Grandpa-glare.
Why'd she always have to win?
"Kk-ggh-HA-HA! That's unfahair! G-Gwen, you're che-hee-HEA-ting!"
"Hah-how is it chehe-heating if- -ngh- I'm nohot letting you cheat!?"
The plasticine squeak of chafing against polyester was frequent as gunfire in the warzone that was the Rustbucket and laughter filled summer air like mustard gas- an all-out tickle tussle had arose in the midst of a stop for gas and supplies. Gwen had the upper hand, as Ben had slid off onto the carpet from her dirty tactic of holding up his left hand (conveniently also his cool alien watch-wielding hand) and targeting his armpit. Hypocritically, she reached over for her spellbook, leaning over on the booth seat as her cousin floundered on the carpet, and she had let go, unaware, only to look back at a flash of neon green. Ditto emerged, splitting into one- then two- then three.
"Uh-ooooh, looks like somebody's outnumbered!" One chatty clone piped while the other snuck up behind her back, putting its arms above Gwen's shoulders and mercilessly targeting her tummy. The other two, however, grabbed her ankles and tossed her shoes off and gave each other the same shit-eating knowing smirk, cartoonishly wiggling their free fingers.
"Hah-hehe-HA-ha-HA! Ahaha-ha-quit it, quit it, qui-hih-hi-hit it!" Gwen repeated, giggling.
"Raspberry on three?" the Ditto at her left foot remarked, the rest nodding.
"Three.. two.."
"One!" Gwen yelled, squeezing the Ditto behind her's side. All three yelped in unison, and the smile on her face shifted to one involuntary to a knowing grin. Smirking, she pinned the clone down, pursing her lips and leaning in for a satisfyingly sloppy raspberry, then another, and then another. All three laughed hysterically, swatting at air.
"guh-HA-HAHA-AHAHAHA-HA!! Stoppit! P-puh-PLEEASE!"
"Hah-HA-Ha-HAHA-Haha-have MERCY!!"
"Nnnnghh-HHHAHA-HA!! It TICKLES!!"
"Not 'till lunch, dwe- ACK!" Gwen called back as the Omnitrix timed out, only to be greeted with a pounce by her now-human cousin, his fingers threateningly spidering over her. "Don't even! B-Be-hehe-hen!"
Typically, Gwen wasn't one to boast. It was mainly Ben's antics that kept her humble during the road trip. Today seemed to be a rather obnoxious exception- she'd just grasped a spell, and used it every chance she got. Throughout this long summer day, cries of "Reanima Verdanica!" irritated Ben and to an extent, Grandpa Max to no end as flowers bloomed wherever she went.
"Alright, alright! I get it! You can make a few posies and pansies, what's the big deal!?" Ben whined. No response. Thinking the campsite they were parked at could use a little sprucing up, wildflowers sprouted from the mana on Gwen's hands onto the ground. Flowers that were tenfold their original size were visible from the sun-faded windows. Ben slumped onto the dinette table, rolling his eyes, when not long after he decided to take matters into his own hands.
"A little Wildvine'll show her who's boss!" Evergreen now surrounded the inside of the vehicle in a flash of light. Ben, in Wildvine's form, slithered out the door and snuck up behind his cousin.
"Reanima...verdanicAAHHH! What is WITH you, freakazoid!?"
"Hah! How's this for a plant?" Wildvine growled. "Betcha flowers can't do this!" Extending like a jumper cable, a tendril from his left hand extended, grabbing Gwen by her legs. Upside-down, the spellcaster struggled in her surprisingly strong bonds. Her spellbook fell to the floor with an underwhelming thud.
"Grrrr! Let me down, or-"
"Or what? You're gonna make me a flower crown?" He gloated. Wildvine's tuberous face shifted into a smirk, and from his sides, he conjured three sets of rakelike vines- two of which wormed into Gwen's armpits, the other pair slowly skittered against her ribs and tummy, and, to her relief, the last pair laid still against his roots. His methods were slow, but boy, were they evil.
"Ngh-hehe-gGGGGH! Reanima-haha... Verda-HA! Reanima Ver-daha-HAnicA! Ngh.. STUPID spell!" Continually, Gwen attempted to say the spell straight-faced, but humiliating giggles would slip out in between her attempt to resist. Not even weeds would grow from the ground.
"Payback, princess!" Wildvine rasped, the last set of arms shot up and the left arm grabbed hold of her left foot, whilst the right took off her shoe and began to scribble and shuffle against her sole in quick succession. The other vines followed suit, speeding up.
"Ugh! Reanima-HA-HAHAHAHA! Eeee-ya-hehehe-HAHAHA! You are so-hoho getting it when I'm out of here!"
She'd keep that promise and keep it well.
(oh ma JESUS i had to do research (ick) to get this one to work, i'm also a dog person if you couldn't tell)
Most people associated summer with sweltering heat and running through sprinklers. Most people, however, would not associate it with a life-or-death journey to retrieve lost alien DNA samples across the galaxy on a spaceship. Half the Omnitrix's rogue's gallery had been magically corrupted in a battle with Hex, giving Ben limited access to its library.
It wasn't as grueling as the past battle against Vilgax- the aliens scanned in the past had offered themselves up again without a fight- but Wildmutt's sample was different. Its home planet Vulpin also housed heaps of malignant radioactive waste, so Tetrax, the crystalized mercenary, took matters into his own hands and brought it onto the ship. Flighty, feral and difficult to control, it was hard to ease.
"Now, no sudden movements.." Tetrax husked. "Just touch and scan."
"Aw, yeah! Just one left and it's hero time!" Ben boasted. To prevent further damage, the Vulpimancer was surrounded by a ring of creeping green crystal.
"Nice doggy.. good doggy.." Gwen attempted to reason. The alien responded, eagerly lapping her face and showering it in thick drool. "Ugh! Gross!" Sniffing the air, the canid alien inched toward the two human children. It snarled, then with a series of curious pants, leapt at Ben.
"Yeesh. Talk about a sudden movement." Gwen chided. The Omnitrix-bearer was nervous- its sharp teeth and cud-like drool was an inch to his face. Tetrax and Gwen flinched. Ben knew Wildmutt, and he knew him well- this beast could maul him at any second.
What came instead was much less lethal- the alien's panting changed to that of excitement, and nuzzling against the fabric of Ben's shirt, it started to sniff him, the gusts of hot air blowing against his tummy.
"Nnghh! Gh-hh-Ahah-Hh--"
Gritting his teeth, it didn't take long before he'd burst into loud, embarrassing laughter.
"AH-hah-ha-ha-HAHA! Hehe-haha- Te-hetrax! Make him stohohop!"
Tetrax stood, smiling innocently. Boyish laughter urged the Vulpimancer to lean in closer and pepper Ben with slobbering dog-kisses, much to Gwen's delight- this was perfect blackmail material.
"Aw, who's a good boy? Whooo's a good boy? Who loves torturing my doofus cousin? You do, ooooooh, yes, you do!" Gwen cooed, teasing Ben with wriggly fingers.
"Gaha-guh-Gwen! J-Juhust ge-heh-het Wildmutt offa mehe-hehe!"
"What's that? The doofus says he likes it?" She chided.
"Now, now, don't tease him too much. Scanning mode will trigger soon." Tetrax responded, ceasing playing dumb.
Ben bucked, as the Vulpimancer's head wormed its way into his armpit, instinctively causing him to conk it on its skull with the Omnitrix. The watch glowed a dim orange as a robotic voice reverbrated-
"Scanning mode engaged." Finally. Both Tetrax and Gwen helped the mushy, giggly puddle on the floor which was Ben Tennyson up. Panting in relief, the tingly, shaggy sensation passed. The Omnitrix was complete, and it was safe travels back from here- safe, long, travels where Gwen wouldn't let him live this down.
(this picture looks really stupid HAHA)
Despite the wide range of useful alien heroes in the Omnitrix, it was no secret that Ben had a clear bias towards Four-Arms- what more could you want? Heck, the guy was hulked out, with four knuckle sandwiches at the ready- and his strength could fare useful for any situation.. especially annoying Gwen. The cousins were tasked to work together on setting up camp, and knowing them, things would only take a turn for the worse. Littered across the campsite were pinewood not yet built into a campfire and tents left unpitched- all because the two were too busy squabbling.
"...What part of "pitch a tent" do you not understand, bonehead!?" Gwen nagged, hands on hips.
"Grandpa said that was your job! Remind me who helped gather the firewood earlier?"
"Four-Arms." she chided. "It's not fair! You get to go hero and I've gotta do everything myself!" Just as fate had intended, the Omnitrix sparked green once again, and Ben gave a mischievous grin, making the redhead want to swallow her words.
"Oh, I'll have fun showing you what else he can do!" He wiggled his fingers, pressing the watch dial down. In a flash of quick metamorphosis, the boy emerged as-
"CANNONBOLT!?"
"Hah! Please. Like that thing can pitch a tent."
Ben, disappointed with the form he had taken, looked down at his radish-like feet, then back up at his armor plated shoulders- then his fluffy claws... and a devious idea hatched in his spherical head. Grabbing Gwen, Cannonbolt curled up halfway, and though she couldn't see it through her predicament, there was a wide, fanged smirk across his face.
"AH!! Whatever you're doing, don't even-"
"Too late! Tickle-tickle tickle tickle-tickle.." His four-pronged claws wormed their way into Gwen's shirt, scribbling and squeezing against her sides while their unbearable fur fluffed against her midsection. Her tummy jerked around as she writhed and threw her head back.
"Ggg-rr-HHH!!-Hh-HAHAHA-hahahEEEEK! Eeee- Sss-HH-Stoppit! Put me dOHOWN!"
"Hmm... no. Unless.." Laying on his plated shell, Cannonbolt remained nonchalant as Gwen squealed, cackled and bargained. He upped the ante, lightly tracing over her navel and going over her shirt to poke at every individual rib while she was held snug in a bear-hug. "You let me go hero."
"Nnnnn-NEHE-Never!" Fighting the press of its claws, Gwen put up a fight- only urging Ben to further egg her on. Bad idea.
"Well, in that case..." A barrage of quick, spiderlike claw-movements were skidding and skittering around Gwen's tummy. The pine forest clearing around them were as much as a wreck for once, and a familiar voice boomed from within the trees louder than her laughter.
"Benjamin. Kirby. Tennyson." Grandpa Max scolded. Gwen and Cannonbolt stood like deer in headlights, darting their eyes along the mangled campsite. At least there was someone who could keep Ben in check.
Nothing in the Rustbucket worked like it was supposed to. Flushing the toilet was a three-man effort, the oven would start sparking when the stove was on, and most inconveniently, opening the fridge cut the air conditioning- which was left running as the Tennysons trekked back from a strenuous hike at the Grand Canyon, and to their dismay, Ben and Gwen were greeted by a snail trail of melted ice-cream stretching from the faulty fridge.
“Aw, man! That was our only real food!” Ben whined, wiping his brow, standing at the puddle like it was blood at a crime scene. Gwen stood next to him, equally distraught, as the chunks of cookies and cream barely reached their shoes.
“Yeah, if only SOMEONE didn't leave the AC on!” she snapped.
"Oh, that's an easy fix. A little Grey Matter'll work wonders!” The tiny trooper jumped up onto the kitchenette’s counter, over the stove and made a springy leap up to the top of the fridge and launched himself toward the dusty air vent. Incessantly technobabbling to himself, Gwen looked up with a little too much faith in him.
"You know, I think this is one of the only good ideas you've had all summer.."
Grey Matter crawled, slimy hands soldering wires to the best of its abilities. Almost there. Wiping out gunk from crevices without breaking a sweat, his sagacity was paying off well.
“I think it’s working!” exclaimed Gwen, a moment too soon.
“Just a clean around the filter, and..” Red light creeped through the vent as a low jitter signaled the Omnitrix’s cooldown. There was a thud- and Ben’s lower half stuck out through the roof, leaving the air conditioner in worse condition.
"-Unf! Oooowww!!"
Stuck in the vent from his shoulders up, he could do nothing but kick and flail- as Gwen erupted in mocking laughter.
"Hey, hey! Help! Seriously! Stop laughing and let me down! Ugh, I'm telling on you!" Ben whined and kicked at Gwen's face, unaware.
"Oh, I'll help you down, alright.." Her smug smirk, one of pure, unadulterated childlike mischief, was out of sight, which left Ben oblivious to the assault that was to come. Yanking his shoes off with a struggle, and swiftly, her shifting fingers swooped along his socked feet. This was so worth losing an entire tub of ice cream.
"WAIT!!- Nnng- heh-HUH-hahaha-Whahaha-what gi-HI-hihives!?"
"I'm just helping you down, what's with the attitude? Do you want to spend the rest of summer vacation with your head up a vent like an ostrich!?" Gwen played dumb, almost-reluctantly sliding off Ben's left sock, nimble fingers flossing through toes, ringing unrelenting laughter.
"Ggh-HAH-haha-HA!! Stohop making f-huhun of me!" With each trace at the arch and dig at the toes, his face flushed from above. Gripping desperately onto the roof, he thrashed, threatening to crash on the carpet.
"I bet there's a spell in here somewhere.." pondered Gwen.
"nn-NNN-PLEAHASENO!" In fear of the mere suggestion, Ben fell facefirst into the confection on the carpet. Holding back giggles, Gwen walked away as he grumbled.
They wouldn't be getting any cool air for days.
"G-AAAAAAH!!"
A failed leap of faith sent Gwen, donning the Lucky Girl mask, careening down the Seattle Space Needle hopelessly, just barely escaping Charmcaster and her bag of tricks. Her own hero exploits were as infrequent as they were dangerous- which was why, for safety's sake, she would be frequently accompanied by Ben.
"huh-huh-Phew..-whoo-.."
As her arms flailed in an ostrichlike attempt in flight, Stinkfly's gangly hands had grabbed her mid-air, a light buzz coming from his insectoid wings. Gwen was safe and sound- but his putrid smell couldn't escape her.
"I really saved your butt there, didn't I?" his phlegmy voice reverbrated, Charmcaster's flying golems hot on their trail. They weren't any trouble- they were easily apprehended by the goop from his eyestalks.
"Yeah, but you really didn't need to smell like one! Now, hurry!" As they lost the evil enchantress, Gwen sassed and the duo flew toward the Rustbucket. Manoeuvreing over buildings with beating wings and showing off to onlookers, Ben was taking his sweet time for someone she told to hurry.
Gwen rolled her eyes. "What part of hurry don't you under-ST-eEK! " With a mischievous smirk, Stinkfly's legs reached over to poke at Gwen's middle- exposed from the wind blowing against her costume. Letting go of one arm, its brittle claw wormed (insect pun) into her armpit.
"Ahaha-HA! Y-yooo-you-hoo-hoo STINK!" she bucked.
"I know!" Keeping it up, two legs squeezed at the midriff like dough, while another set prodded at her ribs. "Not so lucky, are you now? Are you?" Even in a repulsive form, Ben still couldn't help but boast.
"Ghh-AHAHA-Heh-sto-STAHAHAP!" Gwen cackled. Fortunately, he heeded her demand- but only when they noticed Charmcaster, brandishing her magical bag behind them. Glowing red, the Omnitrix cooled down. Trouble.
"Looks like Lucky Girl has a weakness!.." she cooed. "And, oh, would you look at that! I have just the thing.." As wriggly, teasing stone hands flew towards Gwen, she couldn't help but grumble under her breath. Cousins.
(I ran out of "good" aliens.)
(also Gwendolyn's design is just so fucking good I literally love it for reasons I can't explain)
Another time adventure was the perfect opportunity to whisk Ben and Gwen away from a lunch of fried grasshoppers. Though their presence would cause many, many timeline discrepancies, they were the key to thwarting a major anomaly in Ben 10,000's way ..but their importance wouldn't stop the two from running amok in his headquarters. The two marveled at their own accomplishments, their egoes only expanding in the process.
"Woah! I get to learn more spells?" Gwen leafed through collections of magical runes, unusually eager. A slew of scrolls rolled off onto the metallic floor making a mess. "And that's my black belt!"
"Another hoverboard? Oh-ho-HO, check it out!" Pushing buttons and flipping switches they shouldn't have, the cousins made a mess of the tall tower- and it wasn't long before their future selves stepped up from the elevator doors, glaring dourly.
"What have we told you two about not touching anything?" reprimanded the older Ben. "That was a present from New Petropia!"
"You too, Gwen." Gwendolyn deadpanned. "You know, I'd think us- you out of all people would know better."
"Ugh, jeez! Guess you're still no fun.." The ten-year-old Ben rolled his eyes, blowing a raspberry at his elder- who exchanged a sly, knowing smirk with Gwendolyn.
"Well, we do know a thing or two about fun..." In the blink of an eye, Future-Ben went Four-Arms, holding his younger self up by the wrists with his first pair of arms. Gwendolyn straddled the latter cousin's legs with a wry smile.
"Consider this revenge." she teased, baring her long nails at Gwen, tracing, scribbling and spidering over her sides. Four-Arms, bigger and more rugged than he was in the past, dug into Ben's ribcage and armpits, just harsh enough to be unbearably soft.
"Wha-What are you- Wait! No! We're really so-HORRY! Ah! Haha-hah-heh-HA!" Gwen pleaded through laughter, throwing her head back as her older self dug into her armpits while she thrashed with every touch.
"Ple-HEASE! I'm -huh- not gonna-ha-ha- touch yo-hour stuff! You're gonna KI-HEHE-HILL ME!"
"No use bargaining, shrimp." Changing form, a (new!) agile simian alien emerged and webbed Ben up. "I call him Spidermonkey." Its tail yanked his shoes off, and eight fluffy fingers spidered over his soles. Hitting the floor, he thrashed in silky bonds as one of many new forms exploited weaknesses that he himself knew better than anyone.
"Just s-huh-SE-hehend us to the Null Vo-hoi-d ahat thi-his point!"
"We're just getting started! I've got 9,998 heroes left!"
"You know, Gwen.. great point earlier. I did get to learn more spells. Esthesio Pluma!" The younger redhead gulped, preparing for the worst. Fluffy feathers descended out of nowhere, flitting and floating at the flick of Gwendolyn's wrist. They ghosted over her stomach, telekinetically flying into her shirt to fluff at her belly button. The other plumes brushed over her neck in slow methodical fashion, and into her armpits.
"AH-hehe-HEH-hehehe! Lemme GO-hoho! You've behehe-heen through this!" Gwen reasoned, attempting to swat away the feathers, curling up into a kicky ball.
"Should we let up?" Nonchalantly, the older Ben rasped whilst running around in XLR8's form, waggling his tail quickly over his younger self's stomach while his claws targeted multiple spots simultaneously.
"We don't want us to suffer forever.." Gwendolyn assured, relinquishing control of the floating feathers. As quickly as he started, XLR8 stopped, reverting back into Ben. The past-cousins had a moment to catch their winded breath before getting back on their feet.
"-huff- I'll get me back someday.. Maybe.. now!" Just as Ben was about to slam his watch, his future self poked him on the stomach. "-y-IEEK!"
"If you tried, we'd know." she jeered.
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and that's the end of that! damn, that last one was long. back to requests!
#tickling#tickle community#t-word#tickle fic#tfb community#tickle#tk fic#tickle fanfic#sfw tickling#sfw tickle fic#the main reason im posting this is because my friend said they were awaiting it. do not tell them i said that. .///.#anyways#drabbles am i right?
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OOOOHHH MY GOD LMAO I JUST SAW THE ETHO BDUBS MAGICAL GIRL AU AND IM OBSESSEDDDDD AAAAHHHHH do u have any ideas for potential other magical girls??? or who bdubs was aiming for???????? what are the rules in this universe for being a magical girl?? what exactly do they fight??? PLSPLS AAAAAAAAAAA
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GRGEGAGGEHE YYAYYDYAYA YIPPEE YIPPEE /vpos
^ My first reaction to your ask btw
This is gonna be a long-ish post!!
Okay okay okay so,, as I said before, metropolitan setting, big city, yada yada,
Here's what they fight first!!
In the Etho drawing, in the bottom right corner, BDubs is yelling about fighting monsters... The monsters are kinda like, big, almost shadowy kinda blobby things. Idk how to describe it so I did a really lazy drawing
(ik it's bad don't come at me ty)
So like these things are called Grief Monsters, they're formed from large concentrations of negative emotion in one area. They can range anywhere from the size of a large person to a small building. Bigger ones are super rare tho.
In order to defeat one, a Magical will have to use an attack which usually draws from positive energy. Depending on how determined they are, they can usually beat the monster in one blow, but it will probably take a little bit of time to charge up after transforming.
Most people can't usually see the monster. It will continue to feast on negativity and grow, then eventually bring the energy back to some sort of realm of darkness. Either Familiars, Magicals or people with potential to become Magicals can see them.
In order to become a magical girl, or just Magical, in this AU, (idk I was saying magical girl just to be silly lol but officially in the AU they're called Magicals), something called a Familiar will have to form a bond with them.
Familiars have a special magic that allows both them and their Magical to gain a second form, being a human form for the Familiar and a magical girl(?) form for the Magical.
Usually the magic potential is stronger if the Familiar and Magical's energies align, which I based off of Double Life soul bonds!
This leads up to Etho and BDubs creating their bond! Etho really just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time during a Grief Monster's harvest, (which I need to mention, Grief Monsters will try to eat unbound Familiars) and ended up having to protect a very loud and stressed strange little moss creature.. being BDubs.
BDubs kinda pushed the bond onto Etho, since Etho had Magical potential and the two of them were in a stressful situation, but turns out, whoopsie! Their energies didn't really align correctly! Turns out BDubs got the wrong guy!
Regardless, BDubs gets his human form and protection from the monster while Etho gets his Magical form, some powers, and a pretty dress.
Because of how the energies pair based on Double Life, BDubs should've aimed for Impulse.. Etho would've eventually gotten Joel as a Familiar if things happened differently. (BDubs and Joel will argue about this later with a very confused Etho in the background... Cut to Impulse out and about living his best life)
Here's some other duos I've made in the AU!
Jimmy and Tango - These two have been around for a little while! Tango's the Magical while Jimmy's the familiar, and they're kinda the laughing stocks of the magical community due to how bad they actually are at fighting monsters.
Martyn and Ren - Martyn's the Magical and Ren's the Familiar. These two have been around a little longer than Timmy and Tango. Martyn was once paired with another Familiar, but she left after their bond failed.
Scott and Cleo - Scott's been around a little longer than Cleo, but they created a magic bond a few days after meeting. Scott's the Magical while Cleo's the Familiar.
Joel and Lizzie - Magical Lizzie and Familiar Joel! These two came after Etho and BDubs, since Joel was pushed away by BDubs being territorial, so he kinda just ended up sticking with the pink haired girl who seems to be perpetually confused
Scar and Grian - Magical Grian and Familiar Scar didn't make a bond until really really late. Grian was on the scene for a long time before meeting Scar, and their bond formed maybe a day or two before BDubs and Etho meet. These two are the main villains of the AU. Teehee
ANYWAYSSS IM SO HAPPY I COULD SHARE THIS YAYAYA
TYSM FOR ASKING YOU MADE ME SO HAPPY YIPPEEE
Again if anyone has more questions my inbox is wide open! I'm working on some designs right now so those should be posted soon enough :D
#Magical Familiars AU#YIPPEEE IM SO HAPPYYYY#im not tagging all those characters lol#TYSM FIR THE ASK#YAYAYAYAYYA#JOY#Hermitcraft#teehee#Ask box is WIIIIIDE open#i promise im sane i swear
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