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torchickentacos · 5 days

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Drew’s Travel Route (Part 1. Sigh.)

Ok, SO! I said I’d try to figure out the travel routes of the anime rivals, and I’m starting with Drew. First things first, starting with Hoenn, here’s the map- I’ve marked down the probable locations of places that the anime made up where relevant. LONG POST, and I’ve edited the map for clarity’s sake. Also, I am vaguely/loosely taking encounter locations from RSE, you’ll get it later, don’t worry about it for now.

The beginning of his journey is a logical place to start but also we really don't know. He’s from LaRousse City, which is allegedly off the coast of Lilycove, according to Bulbapedia with no citation. He has three ribbons before meeting May and co., but we have no way of knowing where he got them or when or anything. We’re going to ignore those ribbons for my own sanity and just say ‘somehow he got from LaRousse to Slateport’, because otherwise I’d be factoring Solidad in here and it’s just a whole thing that we’re not worrying about. Fanon tends to agree that this isn’t his first contest circuit, so for all we know he didn’t even start from LaRousse. We just don’t know and we’re not worrying about it, and we're calling Slateport our start point because that's where he debuts. (Personal opinion? He's probably at LEAST been around Eastern Hoenn before, maybe down around the islands (Sootopolis, Mossdeep) at some point and around 121-122-123. We'll just assume he made his way from LaRousse>Lilycove>122>123>128>Mauville>110>Slateport, bringing us to our start point and gathering 3 ribbons along the way, but I'm not mapping that out because I have no real evidence).

So, that out of the way, let’s look at his starting point.

Drew first shows up in AG033 at a beach in Slateport City, where he stays until AG035 Win, Lose, or Drew!. After that, we don’t see him until AG050 Pros and Con Artists, set in Fallarbor Town. Now, Slateport and Fallarbor are far away and have a few different routes. We’re saving the desert route for later (I have my reasons to believe he only went to 111 later on), so north is out. You could also go a bit south to Oldale>Petalburg>Rustboro, OR north and then west through Mauville>Verdanturf>Rustboro. We’re assuming the former, as the latter would mean he visited Verdanturf before and didn’t enter any contests and that just makes less sense to me. Also it doesn’t matter. MAYBE he caught Masquerain as a Surskit in this stretch of traveling but it's inconclusive and largely irrelevant.

So, AG050, Fallarbor. He stays here throughout 051-Come What May!. The next time we see him is in AG061, Disaster of Disguise, set in Verdanturf. He stays here throughout 062 as well. Minor backtracking through 114, 115, and Rustboro, but nothing major.

After this, we see him in AG077, A Fan With A Plan, which takes place in, uh, Rubello Town.

This is where it gets funky. Rubello Town is somewhere between ‘Littleroot and Fortree’ according to Bulbapedia, which is like saying that New Jersey is somewhere between Maine and Florida. So I took it into my own hands and decided that it’s PROBABLY somewhere around the intersection of Routes 118 and 119, or early 119, headed into Fortree. It’s the only place that makes sense given where May and Co. are in the surrounding episodes. We're really triangulating some shit here. Eventually I should try to figure out where all the fake towns are but that's a project for later. Anyways, Rubello Town, AG077, A Fan With A Plan. That episode deserves its own 'wtf' post tbh. Anyways. We're here.

So, from 118-119ish, Rubello Town, AG077, we then see him again in AG113, Who, What, When, Where, Wynaut (WWWWW). So, there’s a lot going on in this little stretch. It’s a big timegap from AG077-113. First things first, I’m assuming he took a detour through route 120 to catch Absol at this point. Absol debuts all the way in the Kanto Grand Festival, but it makes sense for him to have caught it this early on. So, we’re calling route 120 his next stop, maybe offscreen around AG80ish?

And now, we’re detouring back to Route 111. I agonized over this decision but it feels right to put it here.

You see, at some point Drew needs to have caught a Trapinch. Some of you guys who also trawled the bulbapedia ship pages before they got deleted probably remember that Flygon was specifically caught and trained for the theoretical situation in which he faced against May in the Hoenn Grand Festival. Because, you know, raising a pokemon up to at least level 45 is a thing you do for people you feel normally about. That’s a completely normal investment of time and energy and forethought and care. Anyways, I actually hesitated on assuming that Drew would have seen May as important enough to go out of his way to catch it this early-on, but we are three roses in with blatant flirting in 077, and WWWWW is up next (which people seem to agree is when he's like oh shit, those are emotions that I'm feeling), so it feels like a safe enough bet, and also Drew’s just Kind Of Like That™. Also, there’s no other time later in which it makes sense for him to have time to make the detour while also evolving it before the Grand Festival (and honestly even then we’re pushing it a bit). Any earlier and I doubt he’d have considered her in high enough regard to train an entire pokemon to battle her with (again, very large investment of time and energy to get a Flygon). So, with all that, we’re assuming that he goes back to 111 and catches Trapinch here.

He also gets a ribbon somewhere in this time gap (his fifth). In the anime, pretty much every town seems like it holds contests. I really don’t know. I’m ASSUMING that on his way to Route 131 (we’ll get there in a second), he picks up a ribbon from some made-up location that we aren't privy to.

Now. Gonna be real. I don’t know where in the actual hell they are in the beginning of WWWWW and his next appearance. Vaguely around Pacifidlog? Two episodes ago they were in Sootopolis, one episode ago they were on some random island, and they’re just in the ocean in the next one so I don’t know. Best I can figure is somewhere around Route 131. Why is Drew out in the middle of route 131? Don’t know. He has all 5 ribbons and isn’t going to Pacifidlog to watch May (something he goes out of his way for later but I digress). I really have no earthly clue why the fresh hell he’s out in 131, but HE IS I GUESS and who am I to question it? Did he just want some ocean time??? I don't know why he's here. Usually him being in out-of-the-way places is because May's there, but no, he's not here for her this time, he doesn't watch the Pacifidlog contest to the best of our knowledge, he's just. HERE. I GUESS.

So. Fine. Whatever. We’re on 131 FOR SOME REASON, he ‘travels’ to Mirage Island if you’d call that travelling, they head back to wherever they were on 131.

It’s more straightforward from here- he heads back to Slateport for the Hoenn Grand Festival, AG121-123. We’re assuming he takes a boat, I’m not sending this dude all the way back through mainland Hoenn. Tbh he has seasick vibes, which several unrelated fics from over the last 15 years seem to agree on for whatever reason, but that’s his problem and not mine.

SO. FINALLY. END OF HOENN (but not end of AG, there’s that part 2 at some point). We’re all the way back at Slateport- his first and last Hoenn appearance is maybe/probably on the same stretch of beach, intentional or not. And with that, we have his PROBABLE travel route throughout his appearances in the Hoenn section of AG!

Kanto gets its own post because this is over 1k words long and took 2 hours to figure out last night :)))))))

(and @silverncats , here it is!!! I hope this is interesting, and I'm planning on doing more! This was super fun, albeit tedious and full of guesswork)

#taylor's tag #taylor's trashcan #pokemon #pokeani #coordinator drew #i'm going to srb this later. i put a frankly ludicrous amount of thought into this and i'm going to MAKE it pay off lmaoooo #look at my post‚ boy.#if there's any mistakes‚ then no there isn't <3 #long post

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nicoleisaboat-blog · 8 months

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I think I would genuinely cry if you could color this one

Right now it'll be this piece and the hug going in my edit, but I'm still in the planning stages for parts 2 and 3 (I just finished part 1 today by working like a madman, but I'll go back and add this in if you color it), and I might even make a part 4 by the end of this, so there's still plenty of time for me to add more! Thank you in advance for your help and your permission <3

So…you might’ve gotten me so motivated that I did it in one day 👉🏻👈🏻 lol

I made some minor changes that I just thought would either look good or add clarity to the image (like defining the cloak a bit more)

@somerandomdudelmao

#art #digital art #cas fanart tag #cass apocalyptic series #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise mikey #rottmnt mikey

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devondespresso · 1 month

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Mr. Crayola Henderson

T | 1791 words | ao3 link | cw: minor ableism from a side character, also they swear, I always forget f-bombs bother some people sorry guys | STWG Prompt: Telling a story to get out of trouble

EDIT: I NEARLY FORGOT thank you @pearynice my beloved for the brainstorming GENIUS and @hairstevington for the sensitivity read! You guys are awesome!! Also thank you @saradika-graphics for making free dividers!!

((little bit of context for extra clarity: this universe is vaguely canon divergent, post season 2. Steve is hoh (hard of hearing) and already adopted by the Hendersons, and in this one they're in the middle of a sort of family reunion/gathering))

Steve went to duck inside the house, holding the door open for Aunt Tracy on her way back out into the backyard where the majority of the gathering was taking place. She smiled and said something, probably just a thank you that he would’ve heard if the batteries in his hearing aids hadn’t died. He smiled back at her and gestured to his ear and she nodded again with a smile that did its best to not be patronizing.

She left and Steve went inside, sighing a little and tried to not hold it against her, the lack of filter seemed to run in the family, but it was moments like that that made him grateful his mom was the most laid-back of the Henderson women.

Steve went over to the media room and dug through the little bin of batteries under the phone, pulling out an opened pack that had just enough left. He took both aids off, changed the batteries, and put them back on to make sure they worked.

He heard a strong thud from his bedroom, followed by muttering.

Steve put the dead batteries down on top of the table and stared at his bedroom door. The muttering escalated to hushed bickering.

Steve walked closer to the door, hearing the bickering more clearly, then opened the door.

Dustin and their cousin Aiden both jumped and turned to look at the door, Dustin relaxing when he saw it was him. Steve paused for a second, looking at both of them crouched on the ground, bright pink paint on their hand and clothes and the carpet around them with no bottle in sight.

Steve leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at Dustin.

“We were just… snooping through your shit. ” Dustin said.

Steve glanced back down at the paint everywhere, and gave him a look.

Dustin just smiled like a little angel, which worked on mom and maybe Steve-from-two-years-ago, but not now.

“Oh no, you found my secret stash of… bubblegum pink paint.” he deadpanned.

“The cheap kiddy bubblegum pink paint.” Dustin corrected, looking down at the carpet. “It’ll wash out.”

“Of course.” He looked over to Aiden, who had relaxed significantly as he realized Steve wasn’t going to blow up on them. “And… why is there totally washable pink paint in my room specifically? Weren’t you guys sticking to dicking around outside to avoid doing stuff like this?”

Aiden opened his mouth to give a better excuse, but Dustin started tapping his shoulder excessively to get his attention.

“He’d help us.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, not arguing because odds were good he’d end up doing something, but he still played it up like he wasn’t already planning to.

Aiden was turned mostly towards Dustin and muttered something he couldn’t catch, throwing a glance at Steve.

“Trust me, this is like a walk in the park compared to–” Dustin said.

“Hardly a fair comparison, man.” Steve interrupted.

“–compared to the other shit he’s helped me with.”

Aiden thought about it, then glanced towards Steve. “And he's not going to jump ship afterwards and get us in trouble?”

“Of course not, right Steve?”

Steve looked at the two of them and ran a hand over his face.

“You know step one of not getting in trouble for stupid shit is not starting stupid shit, right?”

Aiden groaned but Dustin agreed immediately, “Yes, 100% understood.”

Dustin elbowed Aiden, and he nodded despite his clear annoyance.

Dustin smiled and looked at Steve.

He rubbed his temple one last time before throwing his hand down.

“Okay. Step two then.”

Dustin jumped up and shot him a thanks before running around him towards the kitchen. Steve watched him go then turned back to Aiden who looked just as confused.

“What’s he doing?”

“I don't know.” Aiden lied, looking at him curiously, “What's step two?”

“Find me and let me finish the stupid shit.”

“Huh.”

Dustin came running back with a slice of deli-meat in one hand.

“Dustin, this isn’t looking much better than last time.”

Dustin paused his mad dash for just a second to look at him.

“It’s significantly better, I swear.” he said, then ran to sit back down, dropping the slice of meat on the floor in front of him, and waited.

After a few seconds of nothing, a fuzzy little white face poked out from under his bed. Cautiously, a opossum with pink paint splashed on its back came waddling out. It sniffed at the food given to him, nibbled at it, then opened its mouth as wide as it could to awkwardly chomp at its new snack.

It was a wild animal, Dustin brought in a wild animal inside, during a family gathering with some of the most worry-wart mothers he’s ever met–

But god, the tiny opossum was really fucking cute.

Dustin beamed at the little guy like a proud mom, then up at Steve. Steve shook his head in disbelief and joined them carefully around the opossum. He picked up the deli meat and placing it on his hand to get the little guy used to it.

“You’re crazy, Henderson, you’re fucking crazy.” He grumbled, playing up annoyance to avoid losing his better judgment.

Dustin said something probably cheeky as hell, but he didn’t catch it.

“One more time.” he said, looking away from the opossum for just a second.

“And what does that make you, Henderson?” Dustin smiled, definitely cheeky.

“Reluctantly, also fucking crazy.” he sighed, shaking his head before moving the deli meat further up his hand to lead little Mr. Opossum onto it.

He lifted Opossum gently, letting it have the rest of the deli meat so he could use two hands to hold it steady. He stood up slowly, and started walking towards the bathroom.

Dustin and Aiden went around him to get the door, lights, and sink ready– apparently, to continue where they left off. There were pink handprints around the edge of the sink and a bottle of dish soap sat next to the hand soap.

“Wow, I wonder what happened here.” Steve deadpanned. He looked over at the both of them, not a hint of guilt in their eyes. “And this is why there aren’t two Dustin Hendersons.” he bitched with no real anger, and set Mr. Opossum down gently in the sink.

“You mean this is why there aren’t two Aiden Haults.” Aiden said, leaning over the sink.

“Nope, Dustin gets the credit for this one.”

Steve closed the drain to make a pool of water and Opossum gravitated to it immediately, taking a drink before waddling into the pool and almost rolling in the water to get his fur wet.

Steve tried and failed to bite back a smile.

“His name is Sir Crayolan.” Dustin said.

Steve had no choice but to bark out a laugh.

“Sir what?”

“Sir Crayolan.”

“Oh god, I heard you correctly.”

“It’s a great name!”

“You know Sir Crayolan isn't staying, right?”

“Yeah, we were gonna let him go after we washed him, we just–”

Aiden muttered something and tugged on his sleeve, pointing out the bathroom doorway towards the back door.

Just out of the window, Aunt Tracy was caught in conversation with someone, looking like she was laughing, but clearly stopped just before she was going to come inside. Steve quickly rinsed some of the minimal paint on his fingers, careful not to scare Mr. Crayola or whatever.

“Does she know you’re in here?”

“No, we hid in your room–”

“Good, you guys wash him, carefully and quietly, I’ve got the rest.” He whispered, wiping his hands off on a towel.

“You’re the best, Steve.” Dustin said, giving him a quick side hug to avoid getting paint on him.

“Oh really? I’m gonna need that in writing.” He smiled and Dustin stuck out his tongue. Steve returned the gesture and slipped out of the bathroom, straight across the hall and into his bedroom.

He turned off the lights immediately to hide the pink mess on his floor and waited to hear the front door.

He heard Aunt Tracy’s laughing rather than the actual door open, heard her wave off whoever it was she was talking to through the door. He took one hearing aid off before he walked out of his room, closing the door behind him. He made his way back to the abandoned dead batteries and put his aid back on, messing with it a little longer than strictly necessary.

“Oh, Steve, there you are. Everything okay?” she said, joining him by the tv room.

“Yeah, just had to find batteries. What’s up?”

“Oh yes, well– now, I know I could be overreacting, but I haven’t seen Aiden anywhere for– oh, for god knows how long–”

“He was with Dustin earlier–”

“I know, I know, but they were near those woods weren’t they? And you know there were those missing kids stories–”

“Trust me, I know.” he said, dropping the dead batteries into their battery jar. “I can help you search for them if you want, but I don’t think Dustin’s ever gotten lost. He carries around a compass like it's his wallet. Worst case scenario? They’re messing around in the woods somewhere a little too far away and they’ll come running back once they realize we started eating hotdogs without them.”

“God, you know Claudia said the same thing, I just worry…”

“Ron just lit the grill, right? Let’s give them twenty minutes,” he checked his watch, “Until five… five fifteen-ish. If nobody sees them, I’ll help you look.”

“Twenty minutes, alright, I’ll tell Claudia.” She said, and circled back to the door.

“I’ll join you guys in a second, I’m grabbing a coke.” he called, jutting a thumb back towards the kitchen.

She called something back with a wave and Steve just waved back until she disappeared out the door. He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a cold can for himself and a diet pepsi for mom, then circled back to the bathroom.

He checked over his shoulder once real quick before tapping on the door and opening his coke.

Aiden answered the door, cracking it open just enough to stand in the doorway.

“You got all that, yeah?”

“Twenty minutes, we’ve been exploring in the woods.”

“Yup. Release your critter out the front door and circle around. I am not joining a search party for you guys today.”

Aiden nodded and gave him an overserious salute. Steve threw a more casual one back.

“Tell Mr. Crayola I said ‘bye’.” he said, then turned around to leave as Dustin came to the opossum’s defense. He hid his smile by taking a sip of his coke, and went back out the door.

(obligatory disclaimer uhhh dont pick up wild opossums please ok thanks guys love ya)

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #steve and dustin #hoh steve harrington #hoh!steve #hoh!steve harrington #steve henderson au #been a while since ive used that tag straight up hfdklashfhdl #ive kinda recently realized that my steve henderson au's like. origin-story part? was spanning a lot longer than i thought #and odds are i wont be able to exhaust every possible shenanigan these brothers could get in to #so starts the not-really-the-same-universe-but-like-also-kinda-close steve henderson au hfsdjklafhdkl #stwgdailyprompt

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happyandticklish · 9 months

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Exposure Therapy

Notes: Commission for an anonymous doner~ I haven’t had an opportunity to write for these dorks before, so I appreciate you giving me one! The fic itself is set several years in the future, so they’re both around sixteen in this for clarity’s sake. Hope you all enjoy! ^^

Summary: Stan’s crush on Kyle ends up having unforeseen side effects in the form of a sudden and rapid obsession with tickling his best friend.

He wasn’t quite sure when it had become a problem, only that it had and that he needed to cut it out soon before he ended a nearly decade long friendship over this new weird obsession of his.

Kyle was ticklish. Obviously, Stan had known about this before. It was difficult not to notice it, in fact, as Cartman had made it his goal to antagonize the other with it for years of their childhood after he had found out. Back then it had just been another facet of Kyle’s being, nothing to pay too much mind to. It was just a piece of knowledge in the back of his brain.

Kyle was ticklish.

Then, they had gotten older and things had changed and that simple friendship had changed into what was most likely a very one-sided, and very repressed, crush. Stan wasn’t sure that anyone ever meant to fall for their best friend, but he really hadn’t. He hadn’t really become aware that that was what was happening until the two were partnered up in gym one day and Kyle had casually lifted up his shirt to wipe some sweat off of his forehead. It was a small amount of skin, skin that he had seen a thousand times before, skin that should not have made his heart skip a beat. So, from then on, he had worked as hard as he could to shove down the weird butterfly conservatory that had set up tent inside his stomach and force himself to be Stan Marsh, normal boy and best friend of Kyle.

For nearly a year, with the exceptions of a few minor hiccups, things went great inside that department. Or they did, all the way until Stan jokingly poked Kyle in the side one day and he flinched. And smiled. And nearly laughed.

And suddenly, the butterflies were inconsolable.

He told himself it meant nothing. He told himself it meant nothing when a week later he ‘accidentally’ squeezed Kyle’s knee a little too hard when he stood up. He told himself it meant nothing when friendly jostling kept turning into squeezes and pokes that had Kyle giggling out frantic protests. He told himself it meant nothing when Kyle would smile and Stan’s fingers would flex on the bed in a helpless reflex.

He told himself it meant nothing when Kyle seemed to somehow get tickled almost every time the two of them met up.

He was still telling himself it meant nothing when he went over to Kyle’s house that afternoon to read comics instead of doing the homework they had told their parents about.

“Oh. You’re early.”

Kyle was at the door, hair messy from sleep and eyes squinted slightly like they always did when he first woke up. Stan glanced down at him—he loved that he had to look down now, even if it annoyed Kyle to no end—and offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Mom kicked me out for the day, so I figured I’d just head over here early. Are you just waking up? You do know it’s 1pm, right?”

“You should be glad I’m even awake right now. I refuse to be up early in the summer if there are not life-threatening consequences at stake.”

“I count as a life-threatening consequence?”

“Close enough.”

Kyle grinned and the sight was enough to make Stan squeeze the strap of his backpack. He pushed quickly into the house before Kyle could notice his effect on the other. “So, I stopped down at Main St. on the way over to grab some of the newer editions that just dropped. Admittedly, most of them are just reprints, but there’s a couple new titles.”

“What’s the point of getting the reprints if we already have them?”

“Well, the cover art is new, and I’ve heard there’s bonus epilogues at the ends of some of them.”

“Oh, well, if it’s bonus epilogues, I guess I see your point. I rescind my earlier doubt and furthermore will trust in the future excitement of this endeavor.”

Stan frowned. Kyle’s sarcastic attitude had been a staple of his character since he was a kid, but going through puberty had seemed to amplify it somehow. Which was fine if a bit annoying along with his ever-constant cynicism, but Stan could never help feeling slightly offended when it was directed towards himself.

Kyle must have noticed the expression on his face, because he softened a little and nudged past Stan with a smile. “Well, don’t just stand there, let’s look over them. Might as well after you spent so much money on them instead of saving for that car your mom’s always ranting about.”

The subject of the car had quickly become a new factor in Stan’s life, an addition he was less than thrilled about. It made him far too aware that he was sixteen and therefore two years away from college and therefore six years away from the rest of his life.

Stan rolled his eyes but followed the other, trying not to think about being alone in a room with his best friend—trying to keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets where they needed to stay for the afternoon.

Kyle’s room had evolved over the many years Stan had known him. Hungrily collected figurines and a variety of scattered textbooks became replaced by movie posters and memorabilia that in turn got replaced by band photos and useless knickknacks hidden precariously throughout the room. To call it clean would be lying, but it wasn’t messy in the typical high school boy way that Stan’s was. It was almost like there was too much of Kyle to fit into the small space and as such his room was bursting at the seams. Journals were laid open on desks, half-empty water bottles were shoved into various crevices, and amongst the Rubik’s Cubes and comics was a detailed runic sword in the corner from when he had first delved into LARP-ing.

Not to mention, Kyle’s presence lingered so heavily in the room that it was nearly overwhelming at times. Stan sat carefully down on the bed as they delved into the various comic books, reminding himself that friends don’t get weird about being in other friend’s rooms for a simple hangout. Kyle was still in his pajamas too and his movements were heavy from exhaustion as he flopped down on the bed next to Stan. He seemed perfectly relaxed. Stan desperately wished he could share in that sentiment.

For the first hour or so, things seemed fine. The reprints were as uninteresting as suspected, but Kyle made up for it by dramatically reading along to the sections they had practically memorized by that point. Stan made fun of him at first but after a while it was hard to resist joining in. The two switched out parts as they went, but Kyle grew impatient and kept skipping ahead and leaving Stan out entirely.

Which, of course, obviously had to be retaliated.

Kyle’s words stumbled into a yelp when a finger jabbed into his side, his smug grin scrambling into something more helpless. The way he was laying made it difficult to bring his arms down, so he settled on swatting uselessly at Stan’s arm with huffed protests.

“Stan, c-cut it out!”

“Stop interrupting me and I’ll consider it.”

Kyle managed to roll over on his side, curling away from Stan and effectively blocking the tickling for a moment. Stan’s hands were drawn back already in retreat, even though everything in him longed to tease the strip of skin that had been revealed after Kyle’s shirt had rucked up. Kyle grumbled, his elbow darting in to rub away the leftover sensation. “Why is it always tickling with you nowadays?”

It was an innocent enough question and perfectly reasonable at that. Still, Stan’s heart kicked into high gear at the mention of his newest obsession. He scoffed, ignoring the red quickly covering his face. “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish, I wasn’t even trying to that time. Besides, what’s so bad about it anyway?”

An incredulous noise came from Kyle’s curled form. “Besides everything?”

“Kyle.”

“I don’t know. It’s annoying. And… weird. I just feel so helpless, y’know? I hate that I’m so susceptible to it, especially since you apparently grew out of it since we were ten.”

Stan had not, in fact, grown out of it, but he had gotten better at resisting it. Not that he decided to mention that now. He grabbed Kyle’s side gently and rolled him back over, making sure to keep his hand flat and entirely untickly despite the familiar impulse rearing its ugly head. Stan’s insistent eyes bored into Kyle’s reluctant ones until his look of annoyance became flush with a nervous awkwardness.

“What? What’s that look for?”

“What if you let me tickle you?”

The words seemed to fly out in a breathless rush as Stan said them, and the way Kyle’s eyebrows shot up at the inquiry made him want to shove them right back in his mouth. Instead, he pushed forward before Kyle could disown him as a friend forever. “You said you hate that it makes you feel helpless. What if I tickled you, gently, to show you that I’ll stop whenever you ask me to.”

Kyle’s eyes darted down to the hand on his hip and back up. “And why would I do that?”

Stan shrugged. “Exposure therapy? Resistance training? A way to pass the time?”

Seconds ticked by in agonizing silence as Stan felt the very foundations of their friendship crumble under him. Any second now, Kyle would realize that no normal best friend of over five years would ask their other best friend of over five years if they could tickle them which would of course lead to the realization that something else was at play here. Following that, Kyle would shove him off in disgust, demand that he leave his house, and force Stan to kick himself for months after for making such a stupid mistake.

And then…

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. But only for five minutes.”

“Ten.”

“What? No way!”

“You can’t gain any benefits from exposure therapy in five minutes!”

Kyle sized up him up, but evidently decided that he didn’t know enough about the subject to counter the point. “Fine. But only ten, and you have to stop if I ask you to.”

Stan’s grin was blinding as he agreed. “Deal.”

Several beats of awkward rearrangement later, Kyle found himself splayed out on the bed with his arms stationed hesitantly over his head. At some point he had shifted and his shirt had ridden up, a situation Kyle had not yet rectified. Probably because it would be an inconvenience. Possibly because he wanted Stan to take advantage of that. Realistically because he hadn’t noticed.

The slip of skin held Stan’s attention as he settled in next to Kyle, trying to disguise his excitement as determination. “Alright, so the only rules are that you can’t physically stop me and that you have to at least try to withstand it. It’s cheating if you just give in right away.”

Kyle rolled his eyes but nodded. “Yeah, sure, fine. But if I do say to stop, you have to. And you have to be gentle with it—I’m pretty sure exposure therapy is supposed to be subtle. Not that this is even close to that considering I don’t have a goddamn tickling phobia, but I digress.”

“Are you sure?” Stan quirked a brow. “You know gentle can be worse sometimes, right? Especially considering how ticklish—”

“Gentle’s fine,” Kyle interrupted quickly. If Stan wasn’t mistaken, there was a hint of red overtaking his features. “Just get on with it already, everyone knows that the anticipation’s the worst part.”

“Well, in that case, maybe we should—”

“Stan.”

“Fine, fine, let me set the timer.”

Stan messed around with Kyle’s alarm clock for a bit (superhero themed despite his teenage years, which should’ve been dorky but was somehow cute anyway), before assessing the situation at hand.

For as much as Kyle’s ticklishness had been cropping up in Stan’s life, each moment had been brief and rushed due to the scuffle that would arise from it. As such, Stan had never had a proper chance to explore the full depth of Kyle’s sensitivity—he wasn’t even sure where he should start. It was weirdly daunting to tickle someone with their permission and Stan hadn’t thoroughly prepared himself for the pressure it would bring. Where was a normal place to tickle? The sides? And what if he wasn’t ticklish there and they both just had to sit in the awkward silence that ensued?

“Well?” Kyle’s antsy voice cut through his thoughts. “Timer’s ticking, man. Look, if you’re trying to rile me up, I really don’t appreciate—”

“I know, I know, I’m just planning, alright?”

Nervously, Stan set his hands down on Kyle’s sides. He had jumped earlier at the poke, and in the past that general area had worked. Kyle inhaled slightly, shifting as he gripped his bedframe tighter. Good signs. He wiggled his fingers almost clinically over his shirt, more acting out the motions of tickling than doing it. A grin flitted over Kyle’s features, his eyes scrunching shut as he fought to resist the sensations, which seemed like a positive response. Feeling a tad more confident, Stan’s fingers spidered curiously up and around the area in haphazard loops.

He hadn’t told Kyle, but outside of the bullshit he had fed Kyle’s and his own odd cravings, he was hoping to use the experience to sus out where and how ticklish Kyle really was. Mostly for strategic reasons, but also to satiate a growing curiosity inside him. There was something so oddly thrilling about looking at someone, seeing a part of them, and knowing that a simple poke of the finger would make them crumple. Or maybe it was only thrilling with Kyle. Stan hadn’t quite worked out yet whether this was a tickling thing or a Kyle thing or both. For now, he was content to go along with his impulses, especially when given an opportunity as tempting as this.

The giggles had begun, a quiet, stuttered stream of them that Kyle kept attempting to hold back like they were a bad case of the hiccups. The muscles in his arms twitched as Stan kept tickling, begging him to let them block this.

“Tickle?” Stan teased, unable to help himself. Kyle’s eyes snapped open into a glare, but it was a weak one when combined with the flustered expression taking over the rest of his face. Stan held his gaze for a few, electrifying seconds before Kyle averted it. “It’s okay if it does, you know. Everyone’s ticklish. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Y-Yes it ihis,” Kyle gritted out, forcing the words into something comprehensible between all his laughter. “It’s fucking m-mortifying.”

“I don’t find it mortifying.”

“You’re n-not the one being tihihickled—shit, can you fucking move?”

“Oh.” Stan glanced down at his hands, dancing freely over the same spot on Kyle’s sides—a spot that had him fidgeting and squirming like mad on the bed. “The sides, huh? Well, maybe we should stay here then, if this is such a bad spot. That way you’ll quicken your resistance training.”

Kyle let out an indignant strangled sound, fighting through another fit of giggles before he could respond. “It’s nohohot the wohohorst spot!”

“So somewhere else is then?”

“Noho!”

“Well, it can hardly be both, Kyle. So you better start suggesting places or I’ll have to choose for you. Like… what about here?” Stan teasingly crawled his hands up his sides and onto his ribs, allowing his nails to curl around their edges. “Better?”

Kyle did not respond due to the influx of laughter that had just taken him over, but based off the frantic, panicked thrashing the move had induced, Stan assumed it was a safe bet to make. Petty remarks had transformed into a series of nononono’s as Kyle shook his head in protest.

“So, this is your worst spot!”

“No—no, god, s-sHIT, fuhuhuck, c-cut it out!”

“Really?” Stan’s eyebrows shot up. “You seem pretty ticklish here, I don’t know.”

Kyle attempted a growl, but it merely collapsed into a pitched giggle a couple moments later. “S-sure, whahahatever man! J-Just lighten uhuhup!”

“I have lightened up man, I don’t think I can be gentler.”

“Well, it tihihickles!”

“Clearly,” Stan agreed, trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat at the other’s confirmation. “I mean, this is kind of sad to watch. This really shouldn’t tickle that much, I’m barely touching you.”

Kyle groaned, hiding his red face in the crook of his arm. “Oh my god, shuhuhut up!”

“No, seriously, watching you is making me feel nervous.” It wasn’t entirely just a tease either. Watching Kyle squirm, fingers tightening and loosening on the bed, feet kicking like mad and digging into the mattress, red crawling over his skin like a descending sunset as frantic giggles took him over—it was hard to observe without feeling a little squirmy yourself. It almost made Stan feel bad enough to stop. Almost. “Which is why it is definitely necessary for me to find your worst spot if this is how much you’re reacting from this alone.”

“Maybe I don’t h-hahahve a wohohorst spot!”

A lie, definitely. “Maybe. But you wouldn’t be so desperate right now if you didn’t. So, you can either tell me now, or I can find it.”

Kyle let out a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a groan that twisted something traitorously in Stan’s stomach. “Why i-is thihis relehevant?”

It wasn’t, really, but now that Stan basically had it confirmed that there was somewhere worse than this, somewhere that would truly drive him insane, he couldn’t just let things go there. “Resistance training, remember? And since you’re not offering up any ideas, I guess it’s on me to go exploring.”

And exploring he went. Nine minutes of exploring every ticklish spot he could find, nine minutes of Kyle still not stopping him in either an insane act of stubbornness or a subtle admittance of something, nine minutes of hearing Kyle let out every squeak, squeal, giggle, snort, and wheeze known to mankind before he finally found it. It wasn’t even on purpose either. A simple grab of the leg to readjust and Kyle’s arms were shooting down to shove him off, anticipatory giggles and protests already falling off of his lips.

The two locked eyes for a brief moment as Kyle sat up, staring down at Kyle’s knee and Stan’s hand that had clearly been knocked off.

“Oh—”

“No.”

“I see—”

“Stan, seriously, fuck off, it’s nothing.”

“So that’s it—”

“Stan, I will knee you so fucking hard, don’t you dare—”

“Fine, fine,” Stan held up his hands in defeat, unable to help his own amused grin at Kyle’s desperation. “I’ll let it go, even though you technically didn’t finish your full time. But only because you look like you’re actually going to kill me and I want to live through this afternoon.”

Kyle eyed him skeptically for a moment, assessing the truthfulness of the statement. His knees were protectively tucked under himself and Stan felt his fingers flex anxiously by his side.

"Alright," Kyle said, after a reluctant beat. "Thanks. I still think that whole thing was pointless, but I'm willing to admit that it was nice to have someone actually stop when asked."

"So, theoretically, you would be down to get tickled if I just listened to—"

"Don't push it."

And even though Kyle didn’t untense for the rest of that night, Stan kept true to his word. Primarily because of what he had said, but also because a knot had begun tying itself in Stan’s stomach throughout those nine minutes that had grown to such a size that Stan didn’t feel like he could try anything without either throwing up or admitting to something, neither of which were desirable options.

Because unfortunately, he had a feeling this was probably both a Kyle thing and a tickling thing. Which meant only one thing.

Stan was fucked.

#tickle fic #south park #kyle broflovski #commission #commissions #stan marsh #style #tickling #fanfiction

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moonlight-prose · 2 years

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♱ ENOUGH ♱

a/n: i churned this out in about an hour so i know it's probably not the best. none of these fics for kinktober are edited so hopefully they still make sense. this is fic one of two for obi-wan and i hope you enjoy it!

day eight - dry humping | kinktober 2022

summary: a simple conversation gives way to something more.

word count: 1.3k+

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, dry humping, virgin!obi-wan, virgin!reader.

He was going to lose his mind the longer this continued. For months the two of you pretended that nothing existed between you both. As if you were afraid the second you acknowledged its presence it would suddenly vanish into thin air. Perhaps that was a possibility—neither of you would ever know.

Jedi weren’t meant to find pleasure in one another, they weren’t meant to seek out that part of themselves at all. Yet there you were, locked in an embrace that he found he didn’t want to get out of—choosing instead to grip at you harder, his head falling back against the chair. The day had been longer than you anticipated; training taking up most of your time and leaving you exhausted. But then you came here.

Originally all you wanted was to simply talk to him. Ask if there was anything you could do that would reduce the tiredness that coursed through your body with every passing day. He’d been a Jedi Master for some time now that you were sure he held a few tricks up his sleeve.

Yet two drinks and an hour of conversation somehow led you here, to this. Your head felt hazy from the scent of him flooding your nose, the alcohol burning through you quicker than you hoped. It was inevitable. You both knew this from the moment you met one another. You just wished there was more time in between being friends and somehow finding each other as lovers.

“I have to get back,” you mumbled into his neck, your lips tracing along the vein that stood out prominently with every twist of his head.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” he replied, his fingers digging into the fabric of your tunic that wrapped tightly around your hips.

The same hips that were rolling against his, sending small sparks up your spine each time your clothed clit rubbed against him. You’d been halfway through your second drink, watching him talk animatedly about a recent mission they sent him on with Master Windu. It struck you rather suddenly that you’d never seen a man more beautiful. The light color of his beard and hair perfectly matched the sparkling blue eyes that always seemed to light up in your presence.

Or maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you.

You liked to believe he found joy in spending time with you the same way you did with him. Which is why you came here in the first place. Searching for that small bit of exhilaration you always found in his company. You just never expected it to be this.

“Does it—” His head lolled back, a grunt falling from his parted lips as you rolled your hips down harder.

“Hm?” Trying to rally any sense of clarity back to your mind felt like battling against a whole army. Although you found that the army would be much simpler to deal with than the arousal that flooded your body—numbing your brain.

“Does it always feel this good?” he asked, pushing your hips along his until he could feel a growing pressure build up in his spine.

Having never experienced it before, it nearly scared him, but the soft kisses you continued to press against his throat soothed him into a placid state of mind. Obi-Wan found that he couldn’t get enough of it. That he wanted all that you could give him, only to return it back to you tenfold. You bit down sharply on his neck, causing his hips to buck up into yours and the moan that was muffled into his skin made him break.

Shifting, he pushed you off his lap. The disappointed whine you made only spurred him to move quicker—desperate to have you under him rather than on top.

“Did I do something wrong?”

He never answered your question, grabbing for your hand instead and dragging you back onto the couch where he climbed over you. Each movement, touch, and noise came from a primal instinct in the back of his mind. He barely even knew if what he was doing was right, but the sounds you made and the expression on your face told him enough.

“Obi-Wan,” you gasped when his hips rolled downwards, his clothed cock pressing right where you needed him.

You wanted more—all that he could give you and then some. You were gluttonous for the sensations he wrought on your body; the haze giving way to only one thought. Him. Digging your nails into his clothed back, you crossed your ankles behind him, dragging him even closer. Each thrust of his hips against yours forced a whine from your throat and a growl from his.

Seeing him like this, his hair falling into his face and a red stain along his cheeks, shoved a searing heat through your veins. It was addicting. Feeling this amount of bliss as you watched him chase his—the blue in his eyes darkening to an almost navy hue.

“I want—” he cut himself off with a moan, his forehead falling to press against your own. “What is that?” he breathed.

Meeting his thrusts with ones of your own you knew that whatever this was, it wouldn’t last for much longer. You dug a hand into his hair, angling his lips so they were a hair's breadth away from your own. Even though you burned, needed to kiss him, you wouldn’t tonight. Not when you were both in this state, both desperate to finally feel that release you so achingly craved without knowing.

“I don’t know,” you gasped. “I–I want it too.”

He moaned, digging his face into your neck, his hips bucking wildly against your own. Until eventually you felt the pleasure in your body go taut, the coil snapping in two and sending you over the edge with a cry of his name. Grinding your hips against his, you did what you could to prolong the sensation that filled you, turning the haze in your mind into something else entirely.

Obi-Wan wasn’t far behind. One more shift of his hips into yours and felt it flood his body. A white-hot bliss he’d never experienced before had him moaning desperately into your neck, his eyes screwed shut as his cock throbbed in his pants. He’d worry about the stickiness left behind later. For now he had to remember how to move his limbs.

“Fuck,” you sighed, loosening your hold on his hair.

He finally raised his head after a few more minutes of catching his breath, a small smile on his flushed face. “That felt good,” he stated, his words almost slurring together even though all the alcohol was gone from his body the second you clambered into his lap.

You nodded, nose brushing against his. “I—I didn’t mean for things to get so—”

“Was it…did you like it?” His eyes were back to the cerulean blue you found yourself constantly mesmerized by. The question nearly slipped past you, but you heard him loud and clear.

“Yes!” Heat spread through your cheeks at the realization that you shouted the word at him.

It was him smiling so wide you were neatly blinded, did you understand that he liked it as well. That he perhaps…wanted it to happen again and again—unable to resist how enticing you were. Obi-Wan was not a weak man. Everyone knew this to be fact, but with you he found he would happily give in, refusing to even fight against the emotions you brought out of him.

You were his greatest strength and his biggest weakness and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Leaning down, he brushed his lips against yours, the pull to kiss you much stronger than before. Only he knew that tonight would simply be you and him wrapped up in one another—too distracted to go any further—and that was enough for now.

#obi wan x reader #obi wan x you #obi wan x f!reader #obi wan x y/n #obi wan smut #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan kenobi x y/n #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi smut #star wars #my writing #kinktober 2022

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slutdge · 2 months

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i added the tag for clarity for my followers not to correct you, thanks for making it so i couldnt defend myself in the replies and also assuming i couldnt possibly be native as well though

I didnt do any of that? What? I kindly asked you to reblog the edited version of a post where i corrected myself for a minor mistake because I made that post when i was half asleep, and now you are trying to twist it and make me look bad by claiming im restricting you from replying when my replies have always been set to followers only, and i never said or did anything to indicate you werent native also. I kindly corrected you. But thanks I guess. Do better instead of living your life in bad faith misinterpretation. These are the replies this person is talking about btw i responded to them saying "starlight tours are still going on" ok sorry i meant the saskatoon freezing murders and i said "please reblog the corrected and edited version" but youd rather deny you misinterpreted my reply as an attack over just reblogging the corrected version lol

you dont need to "defend yourself" because this wasnt an attack and anyone could see that, i just asked you to reblog the corrected version so if you actually cared about people getting the right information you wouldve done that instead of sending me this message and accusing me of all this bs. get a grip.

#im sure youll just block me or call me a pretendian now cause you dont like that i called you on your bullshit #id love it if you would actually take this reply in good faith and realize what you just accused me of is wrong #but ive also encountered a million people like you that want to interpret everything in bad faith so i dont have a whole lotta hope #and the fact that you thought sending this message about a post about my dead family was appropriate is just.#oh my god

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tootoomanycats · 7 months

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Smut Teaser #2 for "Performances"

18+ only | Minors DNIW | Buggy Smut Greetings Folks! I promise I am working on getting the first chapter out as soon as I can. For now, I wanted to grace you with something absolutely -filthy. This little scene popped into my brain in the middle of editing last night, and would not leave me alone until it was finally down on paper. If your curious Sabrina Claudio’s : Put On Repeat was the inspiration. Just for clarity's sake how I write about our favorite clown is always from the viewpoint that he is a switch. Able to free flow from dominating to submissive and all the little groves and crannies that are in between. So let's see what unfolds when the main female protagonist also happens to be the same. I give you *drum roll* The Closet Scene

Note: Please remember that all teasers may and will be edited by the time the chapters are posted.

Warnings:

Taller Fem oc x Buggy | Hand Job | Light breath play | Praise Kink | Buggy is happily submissive with a switch of dominant energy peeking out at the end.

She leaned them against the wall with one arm, Buggy's shaking breath fanning across her jaw as he pressed his head back into the solid structure, trapped between the two. His palms pressed flat to the smooth surface, not wanting to break the rules of the game. Sarisha leaned forward just enough for her cupid's bow to brush the clown’s bulbous nose as she spoke.

“Good Boy, now stay very, very still.”

She pulled her head back just enough to glance down and see the small tent starting to form against the crotch of his pants. Free hand moving slowly from his sternum, drawing small circles with the tips of painted nails before rotating her wrist for fingers to face downward, palm once again flush against him, the heat from his lower belly radiating into her digits.

Buggy gulped at the sensation that her hand made, especially when her nails had outlined their circles. Suddenly the cotton texture of his shirt against his chest hair became too obvious in the front of his mind. His eyes never left her face as he watched the subtle expressions that showed from her continuing menstruations. His own hands now gripping their nails through white gloves and into the groves of the wood behind him, the fabric piling between nailbeds. He was fighting between the loud voice of impatience internally screaming at him to move and the low vibrations coming to life from his body.

His breath caught in his throat when her fingers moved lower, smoothing over the leather of his belt, and then hovering with a barely their touch at the seam in the front of his pants. Her eyes glanced back to his when she saw the tremor in his right shoulder, a barely there smile in the corner of her lips forming.

Using her index finger to hook into the pocket of the belt, she unlopped it from the buckle. A sly smile grew at seeing the captain's chest shake from the tension that was once around his hips loosened. The loss of strength from the belt allowed his pants to slouch down by an inch, the fabric's friction against his growing erection forcing a quiet hiss to be pushed from behind clenched teeth. The sound of his nails scratching against the closet's wood was audible to them both.

“You are doing such a good job, remember to breathe.” Buggy nodded his head fervently before licking his lips and letting out another shuttered breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Sarisha’s words sounded so soft and low; a honeyed calm compared to the electrifying sensation her touch was causing. He had to remember too that they were in a precarious place that she pushed them into. The closet was dimly lit and was also passed frequently by the occupants of the ship.

Normally the pirate couldn't care less about being caught with a woman, even sometimes pushing the border of voyeurism with his encounters, but this was…different. He was used to being the one in charge in these situations, his curiosity getting the better of him, because of her. Sarisha’s heart was racing to the point of even feeling the artery in her neck pulsing. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt a rush from having a man in such a submissive moment. It took control to not show the tremble in her arms or her own shuddering breath that mirrored his own. Her eyes dropped down when his tongue darted out, outlining both red-smeared lips, as a quiet huff came out when her hand pressed once again into his lower belly. Fingers nimbly undoing the top button before gripping the zipper and lazily pulling it down.

Starting to look down Buggy's head gave a soft thud when he pressed it back into place, the game's rules screaming internally with the reminder not to move. All movement paused, sky-blue eyes opened to connect with redwood brown, the coil in his belly tightening at their intensity. He could sense the subtly of her shoulders as they rose and lowered from deep controlled breaths.

“I adore your obedience.”

The tension of a spring being pulled back further and further filled the air as Sarisha adjusted her weight, shifting to be closer, looking down at him from the added height of stiletto heels. The strength it took to hold back from kissing him, no, devouring him at that moment had her gulping now. She had to do her job, and giving in too soon would not guarantee its success. Sarisha needed the pirate clown to become obsessed with her for this to work. This was work she had to remind herself…again.

Buggy’s mouth opened to form a silent O as the back of her knuckles ran the length of his still-clothed erection. His knees almost buckled with that one. But what made his eyes roll back was when the pad of her thumb rubbed at the wet spot of precum that stained his boxers. Long fingers gave slow and soft strokes to the underside of his now painfully hard cock. The friction of fabric was once again at the front of his mind.

The arm that was once used to steady her balance against the wall, cupped his makeup-caked cheek, guiding his head to tilt up just enough to watch what she did next. Once she was sure he had caught his breath from her recent teasing, she smiled and brought the same hand from his still-clothed cock up to her lips, letting a thick drop of saliva roll down to the meat of her palm.

Rubbing her fingers together to spread the slick moisture, showing Buggy the webbing that stuck between her pointer finger and thumb before slowly lowering out of view. When his eyes tried to follow where her hand was going, his head became pinned in place. The other hand that once cupped his cheek so sweetly now gripped his face. Thumb pressing into the knife of his jawbone, the other four fingers gripping the base of his skull, forcing his head to the wall. Panic did not even have time to set in before a wet hand slipped past the elastic band of his boxers. Sickened fingers wrapped fully around his cock, giving a languid pump from base to tip and base again.

“Oh fuck- hmph!”

Sarisha’s hand clamped over his mouth when his surprise moan was louder than it should have been. A wicked smile graced her lips as she watched the once overly cocky clowns body twitch, his core tightening and untightening as her hand stayed wrapped around the thick mushroom head of his painfully hard cock, fingers pulsing quickly causing suction to the overly sensitive tip. Her hands' hyperfocus brought a paralyzing sensation through his body that was even too much to cum. Just when dark spots started to fill the corners of his vision, the torture paused, and the palm lifted from his mouth. Head falling forward to rest on a willowed collar bone, lungs burning in their gasping for air. Body in shock and desperately trying to process what had just occurred. “Remember the rules.”

Buggy was slowly brought back from the gentle touches of a thumb rubbing small circles into his temple. Dark eyes watched intently as the once-red nose gained its rosy coloring back after becoming pale. Leaning forward to press their chests together for more physical contact, helping to ground the poor man from the high she pushed him into.

“Do you need a moment? I'm so sorry, we really should have talked about safe words before I started this Buggy. Why don’t we take a break.”

Sarisha’s words were filled with genuine concern. Her free hand, which was not lightly wrapped around his cock, unmoving, rubbed the back of his neck that had exposed itself when he leaned forward. A low chuckle filled the air of the small closet, growing into a quiet laugh. A finger lifted into the air, wagging before turning into a point under her chin. The seam of the glove nipped into her skin as it lifted her head high, forcing her eyes to strain to look down at him. Darkened blue eyes glared up at her through long lashes, skull tilted to the side, a hard-to-read crazed expression on his face mixed with blown wide pupils. Voice rough as he spoke.

“Oh, we are going to have a lot of fun together, aren’t we.”

#buggy x oc #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #one piece buggy #buggy d clown #buggy the clown #buggy thoughts #buggy x you #captain buggy #buggy babbles #Spotify

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altraviolet · 1 month

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TEG corrections- lessons learned!

I've completed editing the printed copy of The Echo Garden and am now embarking on the slow, painful journey of correcting the typesetting file. (Correcting AO3 is going to be even worse... ugh) Most of my TEG edits could've been easily avoided if I had known some grammar/advice stuff, so I'll pass what I learned on to you:

✦ how em dashes work. This long line — is punctuation you use for several things, but here specifically I'm referring to when dialogue is interrupted by action. Ex:

"Aquafend told me all about those"—Powerflash waved the gun at Soundwave's torso—"things of yours. You keep those inside!"

✦ capitalize the first word in dialogue after a comma. Ex:

Ratchet said, "What is the problem?"

✦ homophone or really similar word mix ups. The three I had trouble with:

rein vs reign (specifically, 'free rein' is correct, not 'free reign') reticule vs reticle (reticules are little purses. reticles are the dashes in Perceptor's special eyepiece and the circle thingies on SW's HUD) poured vs pored (specifically, 'pored over data pads' is correct, not 'poured over')

✦ establishing internal rules to keep things consistent. Unlike the above, these are things that don't have formal rules, but that I didn't firmly establish in my mind until after I'd done them several ways, so now I have to go back and correct/align them. I've bolded the choice for the final, corrected version in the examples below:

NeoCybex vs Neocybex 2938-Mirage vs 2938 Mirage .:grammar rules for how comms work. First word of the first sentence isn't capitalized purposefully:. alt-dimensioners vs alt dimensioners Movie Night vs movie night Security Team vs security team

And more...

I have to correct soooo many things over soooo many words xD But! I did, indeed, learn all the above lessons and don't anticipate making them again in the future :)

Also, if anyone's curious, my edits will be 99% grammar/consistency issues, as discussed above, and 1% for clarity. By clarity I mean:

-there are a few places where I've found a word that works better for the sentence, so those have been changed ("completed" changed to "developed," because that is the feeling I had meant to convey, and that word works better, for example)

-there are a few superfluous sentences I'm removing

-nudging a few sentences to make them easier to read (instead of splitting up a sentence with a lengthy italicized chonk in the middle of it, moving the unitalicized piece all up front so it's no longer split)

There won't be any changes to plot or anything major like that. There are many places where I've noted, "Oh, I could change THIS and it would be better!" but I've resisted haha. I want the fic to stand as a record of my ability at the time I did it, minus the literal grammar mistakes above, and plus the few minor changes for greater clarity.

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luminouslotuses · 4 months

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watched the video and. i have thoughts

the most glaring issue i noticed right off the bat was how he went through various controversies from the past first. clearly he’s doing this to make sure everyone knows what his intentions are, which– sure, would’ve been good after each issue had happened 1-2 years ago, but it’s just that this is completely irrelevant to the allegations. that’s what everyone is here for and wants his actual response to, which he knows, but he pulls this shit anyway; and he still acts self-righteous while going through them.

i’m not a liar– here’s some instances of me lying about things i’ve done in the past. this was a very good and detailed video, but he’s highly critical of me. i do not support nsfw art of minors, that’s disgusting (but it’s fine to make sexual jokes about minors in my own minecraft server!). i can’t post any photos without people saying i’m gross or weird!

the “examples” of fan & friend relationships that are shown in a following segment also bothered me. why would you bring these people, who– despite you being on good terms with in the past have clearly distanced themselves from you recently– into this dumpster fire of a situation?? again, dream with this recurring theme of constantly bringing up people he used to be friends with as either an attempt to garner sympathy or to make himself look better.

when he gets to the allegations, i feel like he’s taking a roundabout way to actually address them. at one part he says how it’s difficult to prove what actually happened without there being evidence, then gives an example saying “prove to me you didn’t sext [insert anybody here]”. thirty minutes into the video and he’s still managing to somehow sidetrack from the matter at hand, even if just for a moment.

then there’s the segment where he’s talking with his mom about him barely leaving his house between 2021 and his face reveal, which lasts for a minute and half. you’re not missing anything if it’s simply summarized as such: he rarely left his house. maybe, for the sake of clarity, he could provide a few examples and move on, but nope. he had to stretch it out for as long as he possibly could; and not to mention how despite the video being “SERIOUS” and “NOT A JOKE” he’s chuckling and laughing with his mother, which feels like such tonal whiplash compared to the heavy topics that are (and should be) being discussed.

i. don’t even want to get into the cantu situation too much or it’ll give me a headache but i do have a couple things to say. overall both dream and cantu aren’t good people and while it’s shown more clearly by cantu in this specific instance, it’s obvious by now that dream’s not a good person either. the other thing is that the editing in the video is very poppy and unserious, which– god, AGAIN, this video is supposed to be about serious topics! being discussed in a serious manner! and this is literally the opposite of that.

all in all it’s good to finally hear what he has to say that’s not in a rushed, emotionally-driven or standoffish tweet. and, yes, no original evidence was concrete. yes, dream might not be a groomer. but it’s fucking pathetic it took him this long to make a clear response. he’s not trustworthy, he should definitely not have the platform that he has, and his reputation is irreversibly damaged from this. there’s no going back now.

#i’m sorry this was so incoherent and messy ugh but i had to get my feelings out there #i think i’ve made it clear before but if you support dream. get the fuck out of my blog #dream situation #discourse

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joyfulunknownbeard · 2 days

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Hi, I'm Riley, and I'm creating this fundraiser for Mohammed Seyam - who is in Belgium - to help his brother, Dr. Ahmed Seyam, and Ahmed's family. This message is from Ahmed with some minor edits for clarity.

"Hello Dear,

I'm Dr. Ahmed and am a surgeon working in gaza. I'm married and I have 3 children, the oldest 7 years old and the youngest 2 years old.

Now, in this barbaric war, I leave my family several days in bad condition and bad sanitation in small tents in Rafah at south of Gaza Strip during my duty as a surgeon, but the situation become critical and the health status for my children become worse due to bad hygiene and the shortage of water.

Also my flat in the north of Gaza damaged badly.

There is nothing left for me in this place. I want to flee with my family and find a safe country for them.

Help me. To leave, I need $30000 to do travel coordination.

This is my family:

food actually ran out, and signs of fatigue and exhaustion appeared on our faces.

Weight loss has become evident on our bodies. Grains, flour, rice, fodder, and even animal feed ran out. There was nothing left.

Poverty, siege, killing, starvation, destruction, and cold. This is part of what we live in the southern of Gaza Strip. Children died, the milk of nursing mothers dried up, and we fell into a state of danger.

We issue the final warning: between life and death there are limited steps and hours."

This is what I do

Paying to get out through the Rafah gate costs from $7,000-$8,000 for adults and $2,000-$3,000 for children, and Ahmed is looking to evacuate his family of five. He will also need money for travel expenses.

Please help Dr. Ahmed and his family. Every donation - no matter how small - helps and can give hope.

CLICK TO DONATE

#help gaza #gaza under bombardment #gazaunderfire #palestine #free gaza #children of gaza #ceasefire in gaza

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clarityroses · 8 months

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Okay finally doing this cuz boredom (sorry if this sucks idk exactly how to do an intro lmao. Gonna add a meet the artist drawing along with this later):

INTRO TIME :D

- Hello I’m Clarity

- chaos blog is @clarity2electricboogaloo

- he/any pronouns

- minor

- gender-fluid and abrosexual

- very multi fandom but main one rn is HAZBIN AND MUSICALS (MEAN GIRLS SPECIFICALLYYYYY) RAHHHH and kotlc and helluva boss :33

- I do a lot of art

- I went to vidcon 2023 it was so silly and fun. Going to 2024‼️

Ermm

OK WITH

✅ Using art for pfp or wallpaper or whatever (pfp has to have credit though!)

✅ drawing my ocs or aus. I’d actually love that oml-

✅ tagging me and spamming likes or reblogs

✅ spammy asks

NOT OKAY WITH

❌ Reposting (even with credit)

❌ Any like blatant hate for no reason. Like you’re free to critique and such but I don’t want a negative blog

❌ Homophobia, transphobia, ableism, racism, or any of the other weirdos and rude & angry people of the internet

❌ blank blogs. Add something my guy. I’ll most likely just block them cuz they look like bots 😃

(I’ll probably add more once I remember stuff lol)

Just keep this a nice positive space please 🙃

Feel free to do asks or recommend anything drawing or otherwise :D

Silly comic thing beginning (old): IT’S GENDERBEND STYLE WOAH

OCEANSIDE is my oc story, tags will be #oceanside #oceanside characters and #the creatures of my brain plus any oc tags. I have a separate blog for it now.

Art tag is #clarity’s arts

Rambling tag is #clarity speaks

Asks are #clarity’s asks

Misc. tags are #shitpostss, #wowie a poll, #anon :3, #woahh a video, but I forget to use them a lot

Have a nice day :D

(I’ll edit this as I feel like I should)

#clarity speaks #artists on tumblr #introduction #introducing post #blog intro #introductory post #intro post

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justafriend-ql · 1 year

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interview with pondphuwin on soonvijarn

soonvijarn is a youtube channel where gmmtv director P'Aof and his friends react to their series. currently, they're reacting to P'Jojo's series Never Let Me Go, and they invited Pond and Phuwin as guests during their viewing of episode 6. after the episode, they talked to Pond and Phuwin about the process of getting into their characters and how they've grown since filming their first series, Fish Upon the Sky. you can watch the whole video here.

I've written the transcript of the "interview" portion below the cut, with minor edits for clarity and grammatical purposes. note that this transcript is based on the english subs provided by soonvijarn and is, as always with translations, subject to error.

What have you guys learned from your characters?

Pond: In the first five episodes, Palm had to bear something. But in the first episode, when he was at sea, a fisherman, he was like this [the way he is in episode 6]. When his father ordered him to come to Bangkok, he became a calm, silent man. While performing, I felt uncomfortable feelings, feelings I’ve never had before in real life. This character will be with me for a while. I returned home and became a person who rarely smiled. But lately, I’ve been able to manage my feelings.

Phuwin: For me it affects a lot - my whole life, my mental system, and my emotions too. My previous characters didn’t have an effect like this. But with this character, I saw clearly that I became more sensitive. The character Nueng is sensitive and quite responsive to everything around him. For example, if someone does something, he will keep thinking to himself about it. I noticed that during the past months I’m more sensitive. I’m a person who doesn’t cry for anything and am not sensitive to little things. After a month in this role, I suddenly cried while watching a movie, even though I had never done that before. It has a lot of impact. Because my personality has changed. I have become more sensitive.

Working together for a second full-length series, what was it like growing up? And what do you want to talk about?

Pond: It’s peace of mind. The series Fish Upon the Sky and Never Let Me Go are about a year and a half apart. Coming back to the series together, we hardly had to tune in. Workshops are not required. [Jojo objects.] We have workshops, but they’re required because the character is difficult. Just have to tune in to the character at first. But once it’s done, it’s smooth. The romantic scenes we played together, Jo appreciated that they were good. Drama scenes can be difficult. But when [the characters] are at sea, everything flows. With our sweet scenes, Jo likes to say, “Why with this scene you can do it with just one take?” Why? We are familiar with each other. But if it’s a dramatic scene we have to sort out the emotions and rehearse. It’s our comfort zone. We get used to each other because we often live together. We know how to play and how to act.

How have you seen each other change the most?

Phuwin: His willingness to work and concentrate on work. He’s usually very determined; he will always crash into his goal. But for this series, he concentrated a lot on it and was very calm. For example, if it was in the past, the scene filmed with Jo [a deleted cameo scene], there’s no way he could film it. But now, he was able to keep himself still and focused. He can concentrate on ten minutes of scenes and scripts, which makes the expression look very good.

Pond: He grew up a lot and saw many changes in various fields. For this series, he was very determined too, because he didn’t just do this series. He has movies and studies and exams. I never heard the word 'tired' from his mouth. I asked him if he was tired, and he replied that it was “something [he] had to take responsibility for and do.” We have a concert together and come to film the series and then he had an exam; he didn’t rest at all. He had to wake up at six in the morning several weeks in a row. But if I don’t ask [if he's tired], he won’t say.

P’Jack (Pond and Phuwin’s manager) wants to add a few words:

Pond and Phuwin were the first BL acting couple that I took care of, and I wanted to take care of them. After actually working together, what I really like is that they put a lot of effort into their work. And they support each other. I think it’s important that BL actor couples help each other. For this couple, they always help each other in doing things. They look into each other’s eyes and help each other go all the way to every task they do. It made me love them even more.

I work with them on events, series, concerts. The concert is an event that shows that they work very hard. Pond loves to dance very much, and Phuwin loves music. But it requires rehearsals, and there’s filming for series. Phuwin has exams too. I know that I put a very heavy schedule for him. I told him, ‘If it were me, I’d cry. It wouldn’t work.’ But we talked about putting together a schedule like this from the beginning. He fought to do it, and he never complained.

What I really like is their determination. It makes me love them. And we are exhausted together at every event, until today I saw them succeed. Halfway through the series, everyone saw their intentions. I’m proud to take care of you guys.

#so interesting to hear how playing palm and nueng affected pond and phuwin in their everyday lives #also very sweet to hear their manager speak so warmly about them #soonvijarn #never let me go #never let me go the series #nlmg #pondphuwin #pond naravit #phuwin tangsakyuen #fish upon the sky #futs #bl actors

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carlsdarling · 1 month

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u shouldnt like minors u know

Ok. I've been thinking for a while now about whether or not to respond to this message. But because it's not the only message of this kind I got, and I'm not the only author who writes about Carl and receives messages like this, I've decided to address this once and for all.

1. As I have already made clear: I am NOT writing about minor! Carl. Carl is aged up in all of my fics to at least(!) 18. In some fics he has a specific age, in other fics, it is just stated he is over 18 and his exact age is left to the imagination of the reader. If anyone still imagines minor! Carl as they read my fics, it's not my fault. (I would write for minor! Carl if it is requested and is just fluff or adventure, but that has never been requested until now).

2. I'm the same age as Chandler and already had a crush on Carl when I was 12. That didn't change as the series progressed and Carl/Chandler and I both got older. I still have a crush on Chandler, who is exactly my age. But I also still somehow "like" Carl, my younger self does, so to speak. It's difficult to explain. Liking Carl has been a big part of my childhood/teens, many memories are linked to it yk, and making edits/posting pics of Carl reminds me of this time and makes me happy. Yeah, I am childish and immature on my tumblr. Nowhere else can I be.

3. That being said, just remember that these are fictional stories about fictional people (I refuse to write about real people because I think it's invasive) and it may be hard for some people to imagine, but fanfiction means, among other things, altering the canon and making the story go differently for yourself (and others, a.k.a. the readers). In my case, this means that Carl didn't die in season 9, but lived through the later seasons. Of course, he gets older in the process. For dramaturgical reasons, I also sometimes used scenes from earlier seasons, but made Carl older. It's called creative freedom.

4. Personally, I'm not sexually attracted to people who are much younger than me, also, I am not fantasizing about sex with minor!Carl. Just for the sake of clarity, however, it should be mentioned that in my country the age of consent is 16. This is without any restriction, unlike other countries. These sort of relationships are not socially accepted, but they are legal. But again - you will find no smut on my dash featuring anyone under the age of 18. Also I refuse to write about some other things, out of different reasons.

That being said, I won't react to this kind of "questions" anymore, because from my point of view, everything has now been said.

#skye answers

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mimisaurora · 11 months

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The Final Broccoli Shareholder Meeting ☆

I had originally written the below portion for Mia's 10th Uta no Podcast episode: Music Talk, as she tends to go over occurrences and fandom news that have come out between episodes toward the end of the show. However, considering the nature of the news, I felt it would be good to also share part of the transcript here so that those who do not listen to the show, or may not know otherwise, can get a better understanding as to what's been going on.

Minor edits have been made for clarity.

Without further ado....

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Broccoli held their 29th stakeholder meeting on May 26th, 2023, resulting in much controversy within the Utapri fandom. It is believed that around 160-170 people were in attendance; and from my understanding of this thread by @active_cns_N, Broccoli as a company has fostered a culture of allowing fans to interact directly with their staff at these meetings to discuss topics outside of just management policies, which is customary in this kind of gathering. Because Broccoli will be delisting themselves from the stock market, this would be their final public shareholder meeting. Please keep in mind that the information detailed in this summary are consolidated from various tweets that came from the attendees themselves, and no minutes have been released as of writing this document. As a result, there may be some things that may need clarification or amendment at a later date.

In any case, it is believed that Broccoli were expecting to be answering questions regarding the Happinet acquisition considering their lack of preparedness, vagueness, and overall lacking responses regarding Dolce Vita, Backdol and Utapri as whole. These subjects took up most of the duration for the meeting. In fact, I believe it was mentioned that only one question regarding the acquisition was asked throughout the entire meeting, which may have been a shareholder asking if Broccoli was intentionally sabotaging themselves so that Happinet's tender offer could get to 1,500 yen and allow for an easier acquisition. The current President affirmed that no such actions were taking place.

This would be a good segway to mention that the current President of Broccoli is Shigeki Suzuki who served as director and senior managing executive officer at Happinet, being appointed back in April of 2022. The chairman and executive director of Broccoli are also previous Happinet employees.

At this time, it seems there is only one female executive in the company and she is believe to be the producer responsible for overseeing the Utapri project. There are no women currently on the board of directors.

Now for what everyone's been waiting for: As supporters of Uta no Prince-sama, what do we need to know?

♫ Dolce Vita is still in development and Broccoli asserted that it will see a release date; they explained that the reason development on the game slowed to a crawl had to do with having few staff members who are well-versed in the world of Uta no prince-sama and that with the expansion of the movie projects, Shining Live and SSS among other things, it has been difficult to allocate resources to Dolce Vita. The discontinuation of the PS Vita game console also had a huge impact on DV's development. Broccoli emphasized that they want to carefully craft a game they feel the fans will be satisfied with and are very cognizant of its significance and want to be careful with the product they end up releasing. They also declined to say specifically if there would or would not be new information coming out on the 13th anniversary.

♯ It's been brought to light after the meeting that Broccoli currently has up to five (5) different job postings on their site directly related to Utapri in some capacity, like the hiring of a content director, graphic designer, and staff for scenario direction and writing among other roles. ♯ It's also worth mentioning that historically, the writing for the Utapri games have largely been outsourced to other companies. It wasn't until ASAS that the content was produced in-house.

♫ The title of Uta no Princess-sama from Uta no Princess-sama: Back to the Idol will not be changed, and that after an internal discussion on the matter, did not see the reason to change it and stand firm with Agematsu's vision for the project. They maintain that there will be no crossover between the franchises.

♯ When asked exactly what to expect from Backdol, and why there was a severe lack in quality for their recently released videos (like the recently published Golden Week series), Broccoli only answered the question in part and said they are "making efforts to improve the quality of their videos".

♫ Broccoli was also asked why Backdol and Utapri were so similar despite having nothing to do with each other and asked if their neglect for female-oriented content despite their enthusiasm towards male-oriented IPs had to do with the lack of women among the board of directors. Their response is as follows: On the similarities between Backdol/Utapri: The company does not perceive it to be that way. On the lack of women among the board: While there are no women among the board of directors, they do have a female executive officer (likely referring to Sayaka Konno) who is involved in the development of concepts. Within the company, women also outnumber men in middle management positions and female employees are constantly involved in projects such as Utapri. The prospect of a female on the board is welcome and desired, but they do not consider appointments solely on gender alone. Again, because of the amount of women in the company, it is only a matter of time before some of them transferred to director or executive officer positions. They also emphasized that the opinions of female staff are more readily accepted and incorporated compared to their male counterparts when it comes to content creation. All of this to say that the company feels they are not inhibiting their voices.

♫ When it comes to the mishandling and lack of sufficient stock for event merchandise, Broccoli could only conjure a vague response stating they will "make efforts to improve the situation"

♫ Broccoli has plans for upcoming Birthday celebrations but would not say exactly what. They also did not have anything to say regarding the apparent discontinuation of the Birthday Collection series.

That is as much information as I can remember to include at the moment and am unsure if anything was missed, so anyone with more to share, please don't hesitate to correct or add to in the chat or comments below.

There is much to be said about the acquisition because of Happinet's apparent limited understanding of otome or romance content and Broccoli's responses in general but all I can hope as an enthusiast of the franchise is that it all turns out for the best.

#utapri #uta no prince sama #sighs

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