Hiii I'm the anon that got off on you calling me a perv and I also asked Abt t4t faggot sex lol, ugh I just feel the need to tell you when I'm jacking off to your blog, thinking about dry humping that leads to teasing you over your underwear, I'd get you so wet and needy so you can take my fingers while I'm sitting behind you, my other hand putting my fingers in your mouth for you to suck on, biting and licking your neck and grinding on you from behind because I'm feral and getting off on your pathetic puppy noises ~

Ooohhh I love dry humping so much I’d love to do that with you<3 oh god if you teased me like that while licking my neck I would be a mess. I love having fingers in my mouth too<333 I’d drool all over yours while my cute lil puppy noises are muffled by your fingers

Sometimes I’m like how the fuck do y’all know exactly what gets to me and then I realize… my entire blog is about it LOL

Hi! I'm not sure if you take requests but could you do a Ler Obanai and Ler Mitsuri and their children?

I say this because of the last image you published being a family where it would be the modern era according to me. Please (T^T)

.... Yes *internal scream*

(Artist's name in Twitter: @paperandpen_mei)

Lee: Iguro Obanai

Lers: ObaMitsu children and Mitsuri Kanroji

'Come on kids... It's time to sleep, mommy and daddy had a very hectic day and we need to rest...', Obanai yawned as he leaving his children's room. 'But dad, we're not sleepy! It's barely 10 at night, please, 5 more minutes!'

'I don't think it's a good idea... You start with "5 minutes" and then you never fall asleep! Besides, you have school tomorrow, you guys should be asleep by now...'

Obanai and his children had a little 'arrangement', one that Obanai didn't agree to, he was exhausted.

It had been a long day at the restaurant and although he longed to spend more time with his children, unfortunately he couldn't. After some pleading and puppy eyes, Obanai agreed, plus he had to help Mitsuri with the baby.

'Okay, it's been almost 10 minutes. It is time to sleep!' 'But we are not sleepy! If we keep playing we'll get tired!', Obanai sighed and smiled. 'So... If you keep playing you'll get tired, eh?'

Obanai's son nodded until he saw his father approach and hug him, it was obvious that he would also apply Mitsuri's methods to give them 'sweet dreams'. 'Nohohoho!! Dahahahahad plehasehehe!!'

'What's happening? Are we playing or not? You're not going to deny that mommy doesn't do this too~'

'Yehehehes shehehe do buhuhut-!! Ehehehehehehe!! Thihihis is chehahatihihing!!', Obanai laughed watching his little one squeal, but, he not only has a son... 'Calm down brother! We will help you!'

'Oh yeah~? Let's see if you can!'

'And done! Who is the cutest baby~? You are, you are~!', Mitsuri sang for her baby, she had not been able to sleep because of some noises.

Mitsuri knew who the creator of those noises was, so she carried her little girl until she reached her older children's room. 'So, what do we have here?'

'Daddy and we are playing! And we are winning!'

'NO, thehehey nohohohot!! Thahat's nohohot fahahihir!! Hehehehelp me!!'

Mitsuri laughed, she was trying to avoid saying "I told you so" to her husband, she knew it would end like this. 'Obi, I think they won't stop until you let go of our son hehehehe... I thought you could take care of children!'

'I cahahan!!'

'Oh really? It seems like they're giving you a little trouble~', Obanai shook his head, he could do it!

Mitsuri sighed, asking her children for permission to show them how to truly keep Obanai in line. 'Look children... Your father is not that ticklish, you should know where to squeeze or tickle him!'

'WHAT?! Wait Mitsuri don't tell them!'

'You can try to put pressure on your ribs, more precisely on the lower ribs! Ooooh and behind his knees is a good spot! And well, judging by his position... You can try his toes!'

Obanai sighed, it was the last thing he needed that night, now he would not only have his 4 children tickling him, but also Mitsuri or maybe not?

'Okay, I think we're already past bedtime, kids-! EHEHEHEHEHEHE!! WAHAHAIHIT!!' 'Ooooh mommy was right! We have you now daddy!'

'And I'm still missing~', Obanai shook his head, it was the only thing he could do after all

His children were on top of him, if he moved too much he could hurt them and that's what he never wants to do

'N-NOT NECESSARY!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! MY LOHOVEHEHE!! PLEHASEHEHE!!'

'Awwww but I'm only using one of my hands~ shall I tell you something? Your sensitivity was one of the many things I love about you~', Obanai looked away embarrassed, he didn't know if it was because of how nice what Mitsuri said had sounded or because of the meaning that said sentence had.

'What a good idea! The children are asleep now, congratulations~'

'Yehahahah... Oh gohohosh...', Mitsuri kissed her husband's cheek before going to leave the baby in her room.

After tucking his children in and turning off the lights, he followed her, he was exhausted. 'All good?'

'Yeah... I enjoyed this moment, it's been a while since we did that ahahaha...'

'And it's been a while since you indirectly mentioned that you liked tickle fights with our children~',

Obanai sighed and nodded, that little guy time made him forget for a moment about his busy day. Mitsuri approached him and hugged him, looking out of the corner of her eye at her husband's cute smile.

Darksiders: Arthurian Tales

Chapter 5: Encounters Part 1

Morgen led Death on a path to the forest after getting ready for their midnight ride. Course, all the while Death was wondering how Morgen tamed a Unicorn, a female no less. Unicorns were always timid by nature, and the females especially so. He knew of the stories of Unicorns approaching maidens under various circumstances, but ultimately viewed them as just that. Stories. That and male Unicorns were the ones that said to approach maidens anyway. He'd not heard a story involving a female one. He stopped his musing when feeling Morgen's arm on his chest.

"Hold on a moment. They're in this clearing up ahead. We need to approach slowly. The males can be a bit territorial sometimes." Morgen says quietly.

"You sure they're not just going to bolt anyway? I am the Reaper after all." Death whispers back.

"I've been around this herd many times now. They've gotten used to me, so even with you around they should be fine." Morgen says before heading into the clearing carefully.

Death followed her closely, still skeptical that they'd sit still while he was there. He'd been around Unicorns before, usually by pure coincidence. For some reason babies were fine with approaching him, mainly due to Despair, who usually would try to ignore them. While adults were cautious and kept their distance. Though he's had a few males get brave and try to shove him with their horns. So he wasn't entirely hopeful about this encounter going well.

Once in the clearing, Death glanced around at the small herd. There were a few babies, with Mothers that were grabbing their tails and dragging them back closer. He heard a few protective sounds coming from one of the males as well. The sounds were a mix of a horse and elk. He heard Morgen's voice ahead of him and continued following her. Eventually Morgen found the female Unicorn she was looking for. Death noticed this female looked a little different. She still looked like the others, with the legs and head of deer, body of a horse, tail of lion, and more. Course most females were a bit on the spindly side, this female had more muscle tone to her. He was even more surprised when she approached him. Her horn glowed a bit as it's tip touched his chest. After that she lifted her head up and gave a call, presumably to the other Unicorns. Upon hearing it, they all seemed to go back to their own business. Death then felt something bump his leg. Looking down he found a tiny Unicorn trying to tackle his leg. It didn't last long as the female gently nudged it away.

Morgen then began stroking her neck as she told Death, "Her name is Ataraxy, and she's very docile as you see."

Death approached carefully before stroking her, "I see. She's a bit muscular for a female."

"I've ridden her many times, and given her some food based on books I've read. Speaking of which..." Morgen says before reaching into a pouch.

Ataraxy made an excited sound as Morgen pulled a few sugar coated marigolds from the pouch. Eagerly she ate them up and nudged Morgen happily.

"For instance, I once read that marigolds were a popular treat for their sugary petals. So I'll give Ataraxy a few when I visit her. As you can see, she certainly loves them." Morgen says.

"Intriguing. Despair can eat what most horses do, but he's not a fan of sugar cubes or even apples. One day I actually spotted him kicking at the bones of a long dead animal. I watched him a bit longer and eventually he did manage to break the bone somewhat. After that he started licking at something inside the bone. When I came closer I realized it was the bone marrow." Death says.

"Your horse likes bone marrow?" Morgen asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"He does, and I have no idea why. Eventually I started making bone marrow cubes for him. A mix of marrow with some bone meal in there so that it has some nutritional value at least."

"I see..." Morgen says a bit weirded out.

"I don't blame you for the reaction. I still find it weird myself."

Morgen eventually shook her head and then led Ataraxy to Vortigen's stables where her saddle was. Death summoned Despair in the meantime as he waited for Morgen to finish readying Ataraxy. Despair in the meantime nudged Death for attention. Chuckling, Death gave it to him. Course they then heard little high pitched barks. Death looked behind him and noticed one of Despair's saddlebags was moving. He chuckled again and lifted the flap, finding a jealous, little, white Limt inside there.

"Fuzzball, what are you doing in there? You're supposed to stay home you know that." Death says petting him a little.

Fuzzball only barked more, wanting to be held like the big baby he was.

"Ok ok jeez, you are so needy. Just quiet down already." Death says finally scooping the critter up.

Once he did so Fuzzball was calm and panting happily. Death then heard Morgen gush from behind him,

"Dawwwwwww. What a cutie?" Morgen says seeing Fuzzball.

"Yeah he's pretty cute, when he's not being a baby."

Death got an annoyed 'merph' noise from Fuzzball. He snickered before setting Fuzzball back into the saddlebag.

"I know you have Despair and that crow of yours, but I didn't know you had a Limt." Morgen says.

"Yeah. I only have him because he can be useful at times. More often than not he stays home though, as he can't really defend himself. Not that he doesn't try. Even Dust picks on him."

"Your crow?"

"Yes. I've had to break apart several fights over the years, luckily they are rare nowadays. Usually it's because Dust, being a crow, decided to be to annoy Fuzzball too much." Death says.

"Hehehehe I see. How did you end up with Fuzzball exactly? I can't imagine you picked him up and randomly decided to keep the little rodent."

"It was not my finest moment. Perhaps a conversation for the ride?" Death asks as Morgen mounts Ataraxy finally.

"Sounds good to me."

The two then rode off together down the road. Death then began to regale Morgen with the tale of how he met Fuzzball. Death had known about Limts before meeting Fuzzball. Usually they were seen as nuisances and pests since like most other rodents, they'd eat just about anything. But with Limts, that was all too true. Limts can and will eat anything they can take a bite out of. Even if sometimes what they eat isn't edible. They were also known for access amount of fur, and for healing powers that very few people could explain. Death met Fuzzball on a realm with an eternal winter, he couldn't recall which one exactly. However he did remember a battle taking place and how in the middle of it, Mother Nature seemingly decided to smite everybody there. An avalanche came about and sucked in just about everybody in it's wake. The avalanche had also knocked a few boulders loose, with one landing on Death. It had pinned his arm and despite his efforts he couldn't free himself in time. While buried under the snow, Death tried digging himself out with his free hand. Only for more snow to fall on him with each hole he dug. Eventually he dug one final hole, but he was running low on air. That's when he heard a high pitched bark and looked up to see Fuzzball. Fuzzball then without any prompting or insensitive, began to eat the snow surrounding Death. Granted the little rodent had to stop every few circles to puke up water. It took some time, but Fuzzball eventually dug Death up enough for him to breathe properly. Course he was still pinned under the rock. Fuzzball however once again jumped into action. He began to bite off rock chunks and chew them up before spitting them out. The chewed bits flew pretty far and fast from what Death recalls. Fuzzball kept it up for a good while, but eventually just didn't have it in him to eat anymore rock pieces. So he called for backup and more Limts came by. Pitching together, they chewed the rock into a more sizable boulder that Death could move. Once Death was free at last he thanked the little creatures and began to head home. Course Fuzzball in particular stayed behind and even followed Death. At that point Death decided he may as well take the little Limt with him. Fuzzball even surprised him more by gumming him broken arm, which is how they trigger their healing ability.

"Wow, that's quite the story. I'm guessing he's ever the loyal critter then?" Morgen asks amazed.

"He is loyal for sure, much like Despair and Dust. He's just also very needy and acts more like a lapdog than the rodent he is. He even figured out how to use puppy eyes."

"Oh really? I'm guessing you've caved in once or twice." Morgen asks teasingly.

"Yeah you may find it funny now, just wait til he does it to you. Then you'll see for yourself why his puppy eyes annoy me. Only War and Fury can resist him everytime. I can only resist him sometimes and Strife, nada." Death says.

From there the two decided to take a break. Despair and Ataraxy got a bit playful with each other once their riders were off the saddles. Fuzzball jumped from the saddlebag he was in and scurried over to Morgen as she sat down. Hoping into her lap and making a sort of purring sound. Death chuckled as she gushed and petted him. They then heard a little growl and Death sighed before searching Despair's saddlebags for food. Morgen herself was a little tired and decided to lay down for a spell. Falling asleep pretty easily soon after. Morgen then woke with a start sometime later.

She looked around and saw no sign of Death, Ataraxy, Despair, or Fuzzball. Already on edge, she stood up and called out for them. Getting no response, she went down the path to look for them. Only to find herself at that river. The same river, where her deed had been done. She looked onto the river in a stunned silence of sorts, then began to hear distorted, harsh sounding crying. Looking around, she saw some brush nearby moving about. Gingerly she moved it to the side and saw a fetus crying on the ground. Morgen began to back away in shock and horror, only for the thing to become bigger. With spindly limbs and a disjointed body. It snarled at her as more fetuses began to come from the shadows. Their cries filling her ears as Morgen began to scream apologies over and over again. However, she felt something grab the back of her clothes and pull her into the lake. As she tried to free herself, she saw the green eyes of Kelpie. Behind it were more eyes in the murky water. The eyes then charged at her.

Morgen awoke, this time for real, with a scream of terror. Death was already next to her, having overheard her whimpering and muttering in her sleep. Death nearly asked if she was alright, but her sobs answered that for him. Fuzzball snuggled Morgen as she curled up, hiding her face in her legs and hugging herself. Death decided to let her be for now, only giving the occasional strokes on her back. After some time Morgen finally calmed down. When Death asked if she wanted to return to Vortigen's home, she only nodded silently. Death helped her onto Ataraxy before getting on Despair. Fuzzball hopped onto Morgen's leg and did his best to crawl up into her lap. Morgen eventually helped him achieve that as they rode on. Placing Fuzzball in her lap and gently petting him.

Hour Game Night

This fic is for @ticklyfandoms as they were the one to suggest the prompt: “Maybe something with Virgil and Thomas? Like they're having a bonding night while the other sides are busy, and somehow it leads to tickles.” 

I hope this fic turned out alright. I’m beginning to cut down my drabbles. Again, with all the story elements. Even though they help, they really stretch my word count. Ugh. But, I hope you all still enjoy:

Hour Game Night  

Ships: (None)

Words ~ 1,570 ~

“Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.”

“You said that about as sassy as Roman. Have the two of you been hanging out more or something?”

“Heck no! I’ll die before I start acting like Prince Ed Sheeran.”

Thomas chuckled as he moved his game piece to the jail square. Him and Virgil were playing a game of monopoly while the other sides went to go see a Disney movie. If Virgil was honest with Thomas, he would have rather gone with them, but the human wanted to spend some alone time with his anxious side.

Anxiety knew this was supposed to help their friendship, still this sort of ‘bonding’ experiment was outside of his comfort zone. Not that going to a movie was any better, but at least there were more people around and less chances for awkward silences. Speaking of which, there was one happening right now.

Virgil picked up the dice as the sound of them crashing onto the game board startled Anxiety out of the awkward silence. He shuddered in surprise and moved his game piece the correct number of spaces. He huffed in satisfaction as he was able to buy Park Place.

“Virgil. How are you feeling?” Thomas was worried for his anxious trait. He seemed more jumpy than usual.

“I’m not okay.”

“Is there any way I can make you okay?”

“Pffffahahahaha!!! That’s an even better joke than one of dad’s puns!” Thomas looked at Anxiety as if he had just kicked a puppy. Virgil sighed. “Look. I’m glad I can help some, but I harbor your negative thoughts and fears. There will never be a day in that brain of yours when I’m okay.”

“Well if maybe not a day...then how about an hour?”

Virgil looked back at Thomas to see a smile almost as bright as Patton’s had formed on his face. The anxious trait couldn’t help but reflect it to some extent. He felt a wall he had put up for so long begin to fall down.

“Heh...you win...you can try to make me okay for one hour.”

“YES!!!” Thomas threw his fist up in the air. The human stood up and sat next to Anxiety to which the latter just scooted away.

“Woah woah woah! Personal space!” Virgil fell on his back and put his hands up defensively.

“What?” Thomas cocked his head at him and out stretched his arms. “I was just gonna hug you.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow and slowly got off the floor. He felt himself lean into Thomas’s hug as the human’s arms wrapped around him. Slowly but surely, Virgil returned the gesture.

Okay, it had been about five minutes and the two were still hugging. Virgil was beyond done with the hug.

“You gonna let go of me?”

“Nope.” Thomas stated defiantly.

“You’re really gonna make me do this aren’t ya?”

“Do what?”

“You’re not an idiot Thomas. Don’t play dumb.”

“I’m not. I just thought you’d have seen the bad position we were both in and not try anything that would come back to bite you.” Virgil felt Thomas’s fingers wiggle close to his sides.

He suppressed the smile creeping onto his face. “Oh...it’s on.” Virgil attacked Thomas’s sides instantly bringing laughter forth from his mouth, but Thomas retaliated back slightly poking Anxiety’s sides testing the waters. With each poke Virgil shuddered and suppressed his chuckles, still tickling Thomas’s sides. Seeing as how the darker aspect didn’t intend on stopping soon, Thomas began to scuttle his fingers up into Virgil’s armpits, scratching at his tensed hollows.

It was at that moment Virgil gave the cutest snort, before moving his hands up to Thomas’s ribs! “Snrk! Uuuuuuugh! You’re gonnna paaay for that!!”

“Awww Virgil. That was so CUUUHUHUHUHUTTEEE!!!” Thomas’s movements were slowing as Virgil tickled harder and faster, getting an advantage over the human. He began to stand up and break out of the hug only to be pulled back down by Thomas.

Virgil lost his footing and fell on top of Thomas, but not before kicking out accidently with one of his legs, knocking the monopoly board and all the pieces everywhere.

“AAAAHhhh darn it Thomas! Look what you made me DOOOOHOOHOO!!! NO! NOT THERE!” Thomas was holding one arm over Anxiety’s back keeping him from moving while the other snaked in between their forms and was tickling his tummy.

Virgil instantly reached out and grabbed at Thomas’s neck, tickling as fast as he could manage through his laughter. The purple-haired human burst out laughing and his hands flung up to try to protect his sensitive neck. Virgil, in response, grabbed them and spread them out to the sides.

“Thihihihihs looohohohks WROOOOHOOHOHOHNG!!!” Without warning, the darker trait buried his face into Thomas’s neck and gave him a couple soft raspberries, sending the human into hysterics. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPPP!!” After a couple more, Virgil was able to pry himself off of Thomas and sit back while the other lay back tired, happy laughter still bubbling out.

Virgil saw how exhausted Thomas had grown so he let the human use the short break as he moved down to the guy’s feet. He was beginning to untie his shoes, when Thomas surprisingly tackled the side to the ground. The positions had reversed.

“Hey no fahahahir!” Virgil was smiling, trying not to enjoy himself, but failing.

“You left me wide open Virge. You forget how easily I can recover.” He grabbed both of Virgil’s hands and held them above his head.

“ARGH!! NO!!!” The darker trait jerked around, trying to free himself of his captor.

Thomas reached a hand down and began to re-tickle the darker traits belly. “Hehehehe! Good kitty.”

Virgil hissed in between laughs. “IHIHHI Suddenly HAHAHAHAHTE YOUHOHOH!!!”

“I’ve decided! I like it when you laugh!!” Thomas chuckled as his hand found its way underneath Virgil’s shirt. The sound that escaped Anxiety’s lips as his bare skin was tickled resembled that of a school girl.

“Well Good for YOUHOHHOHOHOHOOO!!!” Virgil’s thrashing became more violent as he desperately tried to get away from Thomas’s hand. “STAHAHAHAHAHPPPP!!!” Eventually, Anxiety gained enough strength to roll out from Thomas’s grasp, and kick him in the stomach, sending the human back to the ground. Before he could react much, Virgil quickly flipped Thomas over, sat on the backs of his knees, and resumed the removing of Thomas’s footwear.

“No no no no no!!!!! I don’t want it!!!” Thomas thrashed, but could not buck Virgil off for the life of him.

“Hehe.” Virgil was as breathless as Thomas was. “There’s a lot of things in life that we have to do, but don’t want to. So deal with it.” Anxiety grabbed a foot and began to scutter his fingers over the sole. If Thomas wasn’t in hysterics before, he was now. Very shrill squeals escaped his mouth, when Virgil stroked his fingers under the bottoms of Thomas’s toes.

But soon the squeals were transferred to the darker aspects mouth as Thomas’s hands somehow reached behind and found their way to his sides once again, utterly surprising him. Virgil was now chuckling so hard he fell off of Thomas’s legs and curled up into a giggly ball on the floor.

The human only found enough strength to roll over on his back. Try as they may, neither the human nor the aspect could get up for the life of them. They laid there cackling their heads off, even though no more tickles could be dished out on either side. Finally, Virgil turned his head towards Thomas, wearing the brightest smile the Human had ever seen on his face. This in turn made Thomas smile wider too. As time passed, their giggles became less and less frequent. Finally, for what seemed like an eternity, only panting could be heard.

Thomas was the first to get on his feet. After stretching, he offered a hand to Virgil to which the darker aspect cautiously took. The twinkle in each other’s eyes just screamed “this isn’t over!!”, but the understanding look they exchanged confirmed the nonverbal truce they had made. Once Virgil was on his feet, he made his way to the kitchen and grabbed out two water bottles, handing one to Thomas. The human accepted the water bottle and the two drank together like thirsty dogs that hadn’t been quenched in months.

After they had their fills and their heart rates had slowed, Thomas was the first to speak.

“So...how do you feel?”

Virgil smiled at him. “Heh. I think I’m okay.”

Bonus:

The door opened and the light switched on in the living room to reveal Thomas and Virgil sleeping. Of course Logan would only be focusing on the huge mess they made with the monopoly pieces, while the other two were beaming at the pair on the couch. All of them knew that they needed the alone time and they were happy to provide it.

It took a couple shouting whispers, but they managed to stop Logan from picking up the pieces and making noise.

“Logan! Stop! You’re going to wake them.” Roman tried to restrain him.

“That does not matter. They need to get up anyway. It is bad for your spinal cord to continuously sleep in an upright pos-”

“Seriously Logan! Let them have their moment together. This is important!”

“What could be more important than proper sleep?”

Patton put a finger to the logical trait’s lips and uttered a single word.

“Friendship.”

Hiveswap ‘17-10-01 : Heavy, wet darkness and takeout leftovers

Which door to pick, oh which should we pick?

The big doors seem like they lead outside, since the other pair of big doors in this space also do so. But then, how do we get to all of the other rooms left in the house, the trophy room and the kitchen (and basement)? Maybe there's another hallway to the right. --- Gonna try the right door first, it seems less likely the trophy room is behind it. WWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOWWWWW. Never mind! This is the trophy room after all. Wow. So dark. So atmospheric. ... Such a creepy background noise we hear there. (Horrorterrors? Wait no. :P) Is there a monster in here, maybe? ... And so it came to be that Joey entered the Land of Wrath and Angels. :P The style of this scene, with light pouring in from outside, and the rest in black, reminds me of it. Bonus points for Jake being a Hope player. Blaperile has a good point, that we might not even be able to DO anything here before the flashlight works. So we'll ignore my first instinct of exiting the room again. It'll probably take us getting batteries from the radio in the kitchen before we can find the attic key. And then - according to the spoiler we saw for CHERUB KEY + ATTIC DOOR... Apparently we temporarily lose it again? :P We're on this ride forever. LISTEN: ... Something... Breathing? D: Definitely a monster, right? ... That, or Jude's pet got out. ... I don't suppose it'll be a fakeout with regard to Jude's pet, that it's one of pigeons, actually. :P Because, you know, the hamster tube. ... Unless he uses the tube to send and receive covert messages! With pigeons. Through the kitchen (that I suppose is through the other doors) Ooooohh! We tried to contact Jude but COULDN'T. It's like the walkey got jammed! ... Are the monsters responsible for this? Or is it just a coincidence, for instance because she's on the farthest side of the house, away from the treehut? On a brighter note, item combinations with the dark room actually work and give hilarious responses! :DO CHERUB KEY + DARKNESS : It only glows in her dreams, apparently. TREATS, SHOES, POINTES + DARKNESS : I'm getting the vague impression the narration is prepping us for Round 2 vs the snake monster? :P ... Wow. We exit the room, only for something heavy and wet??? to slam against the door, shutting it. Eesh, doesn't seem like the snake monster. More like an ooze monster. D: Then we make contact with Jude, and he recommends we restore power to the house before the sun sets. That's a good idea, actually! Wouldn't want to be left in the dark with these things about. Although, the power box is either outside or in the basement, none of which are good options right now. Who knows what out there, or down there in the dark? But Jude also says we'll need the power to retrieve the key?! Is there a powered device in the trophy room containing the attic key? As long as it isn't a Five Nights at Freddy-esque animal corpse-turned-automaton. *shudder* He doesn't want to discuss it further over this "unsecured channel", so I guess he might send a pigeon over with instructions! That'll get accosted by one of the monsters, in the kitchen. Oooh! We could contact Jude a second time, and then he mentions the circuit breaker's in the basement! That was indeed helpful. Unlike the lead-in comment, which just told us what we already know: the power outage gives the monsters a significant advantage. For now, it's limited to stealthiness, but they also feed on darkness, who even knows! Anyway, the trophy room is probably off-limits until power is restored. That was actually a sweet extra scene we would've missed out on otherwise. ... Yup, the door can't be opened anymore now. Onwards through the big doors then! --- This is the kitchen! Ah, the radio is highlighted to draw our attention. The static actually sounds a lot like highway traffic, or construction site sounds! So the kitchen is about directly beneath Joey's room, given that we can see the treehouse. I like the old fashioned tiny tiles on the walls, very appropriate for this room. "HOME SWEET HOME", today and on most day, however, isn't very appropriate in this family. The pictures on the fridge are a delight again. Puppy Tesseract! Camera shy Jude! ... Grandpa posing with blunderbuss on a landscape that brings to mind Hellmurder Island! (Green pastures and blue skies.) And Bigfoot. Oh Jude. I like the abundance of kitchen magnets, especially the paw print one, top right. Oooh! There's the fax I remember from concept art. I do wonder whether Jude has power in his treehouse. Or... would have, if the power wasn't out. Maybe he has a fax of his own. The stains on the floor, mud on the door, and trash and dirty dishes all about are more proof that sitter is a lousy housekeeper. The hamster tube ends in a loop here. Huh. No tube going outside. I also hear a clock ticking. ... That spider web in the closet though. ... The spider even moves! I've had my fair share of spiders already this week, thanks. ... Huh, the tube... goes down on this end of the room? Through the floor, to the basement?? And the room even continues beyond the wall to the right! There's the basement door... And for some reason the tube both extends through the floor AND goes into the wall next to the basement door, huh. D'ahh, and there's a distinguished houseguest here. Looks quite like one of THE distinguished houseguest - the Napoliteanian mummie! It blocks one of the doors here. Maybe that door leads to the street? So, if we get no other stuffed humans in this game, this at least let's us reach our quotum. :P FAX : Apparently the device is quite important to Joey somehow. BATTERIES + FAX : ... Pfffffff, Joey takes the opportunity to think back with nostalgia to an 80s invention, the battery-powered fax machine. This is so meta, and the prompt acknowledges it: Decade-based nostalgia can be a tough row to hoe. POGS, TREATS + FAX : Oh Joey, keep being so silly, please. CHERUB KEY + FAX : Oh, so it's actually called the GREEN KEY? ... Does that mean there's a RED KEY somewhere too?? On Alternia, perhaps?? POINTES + FAX : Another dud! LOOK at FRIDGE : Welp, someone forgot to do groceries again? ... I guess all the takeaway leftover should've been a dead giveaway. Then again, how do they pay for the stuff, anyway? Does the sitter use her loan? Do Jude and Joey get an allowance? SNACK : Yup, sitter is slacking on the food shopping front, as well as all those other fronts. :/ BATTERIES + FRIDGE : ... Pfffffff. Now that's a spin on the old wive's tale (that might be true?) that cooling batteries in the fridge can restore some power to them. ... Also, seems like it's time for us to get more intel on the sitter. ... It might be more info than we bargained on, however. We're starting to learn about all the ways in which she is neglectful. POGS + FRIDGE : "Not even the FRIDGE can make POGS cool!" ... I should've seen that pun coming. And Joey, that was actually a good one, don't fret! GREEN KEY + FRIDGE : ... Cold case. ... Of course. In actuality, the fridge is of course slowly getting warmer from losing power. POINTES + FRDIGE : ... Hats off to you, Joey. Hats off to you. Trying to OPEN WINDOW : Oh, right, this is the window that the pigeon and monster bat will come flying through later on! BATTERIES + WINDOW : PFffff, now the narration is slamming on Gen-X' tendency to need batteries for enjoying everything, even sunsets! GREEN KEY + WINDOW : Heh, hearing "scratch" mentioned in the same sentence as the key makes me think of Doc Scratch. SHOES + WINDOW : I actually didn't think this would prompt her to dance, but here we are. POINTES + WINDOW : ... And I didn't expect this to prompt such a deep and meaningful message, but here we are. "If ballet be the hymn of wratch, let's dance" That's actually a very nice quote. I wonder if it's pre-existing? At least it's not misattributed. In fact, this whole prompt kind of reminds me of the texts accompanying the atmospheric scenes all B1 kids had! Oooh! We can finally acknowledge the hamster tube! ... TUBE HIGHWAY, pffff. Well, yeah, the pet can use it to zip from room to room in a hurry. Of course, there don't appear to be any ways for it to exit the tube, probably only from Jude's room? So, it must really be a slender animal. ... Or an octopus, they fit into everything. :P But yeah, there were hints it's a vertebrate. So a snake at this moment seems most likely. TREATS + HIGHWAY : Hmm, so it DOESN'T like the treats? I thought it did, the prompt for Jude's room said they made it get riled up? ... So does that mean it doesn't eat meat, perhaps? What could the "very specific" diet be then? ... Maybe Jude has trained his snake to eat insect only. You know, to de-bug his room, make sure he can't be overheard? GREEN KEY + HIGHWAY : OOOoooooh, this is some VERY specific denial going on here, it's very likely it's a serpent now! ... Bonus points for if it's a two-headed snake! That's a naturally occuring mutation, after all. :D SHOES + HIGHWAY : Yup, as I thought to remember, the pet gets worked up by tap dancing. Something about rhytmic pacing? Does it remind it of its prey? Trying to make Joey to CLEAN DIRTY DISHES : Heheheh, first time that it's addressed that Jude kind of bailed on his sis in a pinch there. Not that I blaim him, flight or fight response is a bitch. GREEN KEY + SINK : Joey says she's been having a weird feeling about the key all day. Yeah, prized though it may be, if it has any agency in sending Joey off-planet, its intentions can't have been all good. CHINESE FOOD PACK : ... Oh the irony. They order takeout to avoid doing dishes, then avoid taking out the trash instead. But apparently Mom is a decent enough chef! Who'd have thunk? Roxy's only ingredient was pumpkins, after all, there's not much routes you can take with them. Well, not much variety in routes, at least. POGS + PACK : Hahahahah, another reference to the fact that Jude probably filled those Pringles packs upstairs with pogs. Joey is suddenly chilled to the bone by, as she put it, a cold otherwordly wind. Dun dun DUNNN. --- With the kitchen half explored, we'll stop for the night. I think it's not going to be that long anymore until our first real strife! At least, I shouldn't think so. Maybe even in the next room we go from here!

Marichat May: Day 25; Akumatized Chat Noir

Marinette hummed happily as she sat at her desk sewing her latest design a sun dress for her self to match the ones she made for her two girl friends. She would add the embroidery later.

She had the design all planned out already. Alya’s dress was shades of orange and white had little foxes and turtles around the hem. She gave the foxes a sly smile and the turtles a knowing exasperated look.  

J.J.’s dress was shades of brown and red with little wolves and crows on it. The foxes and turtles for Alya’s dress was her idea she just thought it suited her and when J.J. found out she had begged for wolves and crows to be on hers. 

J.J.’s hazel eyes which switched from green to brown to shades in-between had been a puppy dog brown at the time and she couldn’t say no to those eyes. (Why is it that the girl is older then Marinette herself but hardly ever acts it?) 

She had music playing in the background the latest album from Jagged Stone. While her main light was turned off she had various smaller lamps turned on around her room to see by including the one on her desk near her sewing machine. 

She hummed happily along with the newest song on not really paying attention to her surroundings so she didn’t notice when Tikki who had been watching over her shoulder suddenly disappeared. 

Nor did she realize that a cool breeze had drifted into her room from the previously closed hatch above her bed. that was now ajar allowing the cool night air in. She didn’t hear the soft thud of something big landing on her bed dropping down through the hatch.

She didn’t see the flash of white streak through her room from her loft. She didn’t notice the lights going out around her room. Gold flashed against black as the lights went out.

She let out a gleeful noise spinning in her chair holding up the put together dress in blue and pink. “Yay it’s done now to add the embroidery!! What do you think?” She calls to Tikki excitedly frowning when she didn’t see the little red kwami behind her like she had been or anywhere in her room to be exact. 

“Tikki?” She calls somewhat worriedly. She heard a soft whoosh sound and a dark chuckle and the lamp beside her desk went out. She spun around only to see nothing there. 

Another dark laugh and the lamp on her desk itself went out. It was completely dark now which scared her. “Tikki?”, She hesitated nervously turning around in circles looking for a little bit of red in the darkness, “Where are you?” 

“Hehehehe not here that’s where.“  A voice cackles evilly causing her to spin again only this time her clumsiness got the better of her and her dress that she still held in her arms got wrapped around her legs tripping her up. 

She shrieked as she started to tip backwards her arms flailing trying to prevent herself from falling. Only she didn’t fall. Someone caught her. Someone wearing white that stood out in the darkness and gold eyes that seemed to glow. 

“Falling for me already Princess?” The figure in white asks gold eyes dancing with an evil glint in them. “Chat?” Her voice trembled slightly unsure her head tilted back against his chest. Another laugh and one of the arms holding her let go reaching to turn on one of the lamps.

Just enough light spilled into their immediate area revealing Chat Noir standing in her room dressed completely in white his eyes gold behind his mask his normally blonde hair was now pitch black. His leather suit once black now a pure pristine white. 

She gulped stepping back as she spotted the white ring on his finger with a gold paw print on it and the purple bell around his neck. “Chat? Chat Noir?” She questions fearfully hoping against hope that her instincts were wrong. 

Her instincts were screaming to get away that that wasn’t the Chat she knew. “Not quite Princess.” He harshly chuckles again spinning her around and tilting her chin up so she could see him better. 

“It’s Chat Blanc now. White always did look far better on me don’t you think?” He smirks leaning down to drag his sharp teeth over the top of her ear nibbling on it slightly drawing her earring into his mouth to tease between his teeth. 

“Chat? You were akumatized? But why? What happened?” She questions desperately wishing to help him somehow while at the same time freaking out inside. Did he know she was Ladybug? Is that why he was playing with her earring? What happened to Tikki? 

“Not telling Princess.” He taunts releasing her ear to press a kiss to her nose. “Do you want this back or no?” He asks holding up one hand relieving something small and red in his hand. “Tikki!!” She cries reaching for her. 

“Sorry Princess but if you want this back you have to give me a kiss.And not just any kiss but a passionate kiss.” He smirks holding the kwami above her head. “So Princess what are you going to do?” 

Marinette was trembling by that point whether from fear or anger she wasn’t sure but she had to get Tikki back. “Fine! I’ll do it!!” She grits her teeth her bluebell eyes meeting his gold ones fiercely. 

Standing on tiptoe she threaded her fingers through his dark hair pulling his head down and pressing her lips against his own. He seemed taken back as she kissed him. 

A jingle interrupted the silence of the kiss as she yanked the bell off his suit smashing it to the floor. To her surprise no purple butterfly flew out. While the bell was in fact mangled the purple hue didn’t disappear nor did Chat change at all.

Well other then the red tinge his face had taken on and the hand that flew to his mouth. Confused she looked more closely at Chat noting that while his eyes were gold it was only the irises that were gold not the whites as well. 

Normally when he was transformed all of his eyes were green including the whites. And he hadn’t made any puns at all but that could be because he was akumatized but then why didn’t the bell break?

She looked down at her hand feeling something coating it noting the black staining it. She looked back up again at Chat as realization set in. “You’re not Chat.” 

“I’m sorry Mari it’s not my fault she forced me into this!!” He cries suddenly his eyes begging for mercy as the main light was switched on over head and hysterical laughter could be heard from her loft. 

“Oh god you should have seen your face it was hilarious!!” J.J. laughs rolling around on her bed clutching her sides. Marinette looked up at J.J. before turning her attention back to Chat Blanc who half knelled before her asking for her to take pity on him. 

Reaching up she removed the mask from his face. It easily peeled off revealing a now familiar face despite the obvious change in eye color thanks to colored contacts and hair thanks to dye. “Adrien?!” 

She was in shock. She quickly plucked the kwami out of his hands in a panic. Only it wasn’t her kwami. It was a stuffed doll made to look almost identical to Tikki. Down to the very last detail. 

She looked at the doll and looked back up at Adrien and J.J. who seemed to find this extremely hilarious. “I’m so glad I got that on video. I’m so sending this to Alya.” She cries sitting up on the bed to do just that. 

“A trick? It was all a trick?” At first she sounded kind of lost but then her anger grew and her face turned red. “I’m sorry Marinette she made me do it!! She insisted I would make a great akumatized Chat Noir!! I couldn’t say no!! Not to those puppy dog eyes!!” 

Adrien cries backing away arms up in defense as his small friend marched towards him. “She was going on and on about me being a Ladybug fan and when I argued that Alya was a huge fan too she said it didn’t count and somehow we got on the topic of whether or not you were a Ladybug fan or A Chat Noir fan and she insisted that you were a huge Chat fan and it then somehow turned into testing how much of a fan you were and she came up with this idea and even dragged Corvus into it and I couldn’t say no and now you’re mad and I’M SOOOO SORRY!!!” Adrien babbles out all at once screeching the last part

“Corvus?” Marinette turns to search her room spying the Crow super hero leaning against the wall arms crossed over his chest the light switch right beside him. “Sorry Mikki. She offered me something I can’t refuse.” That explained how the lights were all turned off. A black suit in the darkness blended in better then the fake white one Adrien wore. 

“I bribed him with a kiss!” J.J. singsonged happily sliding down from the loft. “You..!!” Marinette all but growled her eyes focusing on her friend. “You were the one behind all this!! It was your idea!!” 

Adrien backed away from Marinette scooting closer to the open trap door leading to the rest of her house that Corvus had opened to make an escape easier. J.J. slide towards it as well picking up on just how angry her friend was.

“You are so going to die!!” Marinette shrieks chasing all three down the stairs and through the house causing her parents to sleepily open their door to come check what was going on watching in sleepy eyed wonder as their petite daughter chased her two friends and one superhero out of the house screaming and threatening them the entire way. 

Above in her bedroom three kwamis floated in the now empty room giggling and laughing. A perfectly fine Tikki an over exited Accalia who couldn’t stay still her tail wagging a mile a minute and a smirking Plagg. “My kit really does make a pretty good akuma don’t you think?” “I can’t believe he kissed her!!” Tikki giggles excitedly. “Did you see his face afterwards? Priceless!” Accalia howls causing all three kwamis to erupt into a fit of giggles as their miraculous holders woke up the all of Paris with their shrieks and laughter while racing down the streets. 

Genocide, together: Ch3

In which Sans gets some LOVE and meets a flower he is not friendly to.

@rahafwabas 

A-are you still ok with this?

 I dunno, enjoy!

It wasn’t surprising for Sans to find himself outside his and Papyrus’ house, about to walk down to Grillby’s. He had been in the exact position many times whenever the kid had reset. But everything was different now. He wondered vaguely if he actually…

Heh.

He stepped through the snow, footprints imprinting in the ground. Once he reached the lights of Grillby’s he pretended to open the door, then, predictably, Papyrus appeared.

“Sans!”

Sans turned around, and sighed and put on a fake smile, “Sup, bro. How’s it hanging?”

The taller skeleton stood over him, “What’s hanging is that you’re late! Your sentry had been unguarded for 2 minutes now! And the puzzles haven’t been recalibrated yet!”

“It’s no problem, Paps. I think they’re fine just the way they are,” Sans hand put his hands in his pockets.

“No they’re not! I need you at your post! There is not time for lazing around! Undyne… Sans? Brother, are you alright?”

He snapped his head up, “What?”

“Are you ok Sans? You look a bit unwell,” Papyrus said in concern. Sans blinked. He rubbed his arm and chuckled.

“Nah, Paps, I’m just still … bone-tired heheheh…” Sans laughed at his pathetic attempt to lighten the mood.

“By God, Sans—“

“Heheheh, guess you’re still icy about my jokes. Hahaha!”

“SANS!” Papyrus said in irritation.

Sans put up his hands passively, “Ok, ok Papyrus, I’ll stop. I’ll meet you up ahead, ‘K?” Sans then started to walk the other way and Papyrus gave a sigh.

“Time and space shenanigans… Sans will be at the post before I get to mine…” Papyrus looked down to the ground. Sans really did not look good, even if was just a moment. Sans is a person who would hide it behind laughs and jokes.

He really did worry about his brother. But he re-assured himself by telling himself that Sans had a great brother to take care of him and give him all the love and brotherly care Sans wants and needs. After all, he was the Great and Amazing Papyrus! Who wouldn’t want him as a brother?

Feeling a bit better, he strode proudly to beyond Snowdin and through the mass amount of snow and trees.

SLASH! SLASH! KERAP-BANG!!!

Chara breezed through the Ruins, not a monster or ghost was safe from them. It was still exhilarating to see their faces before they crumbled to dust before them. It never got boring. How funny life is, to be like that. How funny death is, to be what it is.

What they didn’t expect was a few differences popping up further and further they went. They called up Toriel, just for fun, and they heard things that was unusual. Chara listen carefully to the words, cocking their head, listening to Toriel’s worries, and unnerved feelings.

She mentions the white puppy, saying that it was hiding in a closet, whimpering. Another, which she did not make clear of was her worries of something terrible will happen very soon and to stay in the room she left them in. The last thing they said was to call if anything was to happen to them.

Chara hanged up. They flipped the hidden switches and smiled. They passed a trembling frog that watched them pick up a toy knife from the ground. It summoned wobbly white flies in pathetic attempt to protect itself, but Chara just slashed the knife and the flies disappeared and the frog fell to the floor, bursting into dust.

Sans played with a ketchup bottle on his table, spinning it in a circle, wondering again if he really did agree with this. To kill everyone. That would mean Grillby, Alphys, Undyne… Papyrus… he gripped the bottle so tight, the cap popped off, leaving a huge mess of tomato paste dripping down and sinking into the wood. Sans noticed the mess and left it alone.

It was then he noticed a monster in the distance, Ice Cap wandering around in circles, looking for someone to admire his hat.

“Heeeelllllloooo????? Anybody around? I got a new hat! Somebody look at my hat! You can look but you can’t touch, but still…”

Sans suddenly felt something swirling violently in his chest, in his soul. He needed something. He needed. He wanted to… something, he couldn’t place it. What was it?... Then, in full realisation that he had felt this before, he had watched the kid kill everyone, even playing with their minds before putting their life out like a candle. His feelings, his anger… his wanting to put every inch of hurt and death on them. He wanted to kill them. But he knew his was technically impossible. With them having the power to reset and reload whenever they wanted.

Right now, it was the feeling of wanting to hurt again, to kill, to turn them into dust. It was there, it was there, but he didn’t know where! The kid. The kid. He was going to be like the kid. The human. Frisk. Chara. The murderer. He was going to kill everyone with them. Everyone. Why did he want that? Why? Was it because he had nothing better to do? Was it because he given up on this world? Hell if he knew.

He stepped out of his station and towards the monster. He was going to kill everyone. With the human.

Ice Cap turned around to see the skeleton in front of them and started to sigh in relief and babble about his new hat.

Everyone.

Ice Cap faltered, seeing the look on Sans face and he started to look scared.

He may as well start with him.

*Sans LOVE had increased!

He watched the monster fall, the dust dampening in the snow and breathed a heavy sigh. The feeling had submerged, but it was still silently begging for more. It wants more to do. Anything but sitting there in that same old chair and look at the branches of trees above or fall asleep.

He walked a bit farther; he found more monsters hanging about. His white eyes flickering around, looking around if there were any additional cameras Alphys could have installed today, but there was no need to worry. Sans kept away from them, he didn’t want to be seen away from his post, let alone be caught impaling a monster with a bone.

He got to kill about four more monsters before he felt he was getting a bit cocky. The last one was a bit of a messy one; he was making a lot of noise and he was pretty sure the camera could pick up sound. Sans was thrown off by this and almost felt a bit guilty of what he was doing, but the barbaric feeling in his chest just got stronger and he finished him off with a large, blue bone in its chest.

He went back to his station and crossed the bridge Papyrus created to “trap” humans. But he made the poles too far apart to stop anybody. The kid shouldn’t be long now. He reached the door and stopped his hand just in time before it knocked. It would be stupid to knock. The old Lady wouldn’t be there. He sighed. He had very vague memories of the very first of the resets. He can just remember meeting her somewhere with Papyrus, Undyne and the rest of them. But it was mostly blurred out. But what he can really remember was this stirring feeling in his chest when he saw her for the first time. It was a nice feeling.

 Now that he thought about it. When he was talking through the door with her, that feeling was there too. Sharing jokes. Sharing stories. Sharing laughs. Same warm goodbyes before he had to leave. And the promise. He remembered that quite clearly. How her voice was serious and pleading, to take care of any human that was to pass. He had broke this promise a hundred times over.

He made himself walk away from the door. He had to wait. The human will come. Just give it time. Sans gave a small sigh and he turned around and jumped. There in the snow, was a flower that was certainly not there before.

 “Howdy!” The flower said in a high voice, “I’m Flowey! But I don’t have to tell you that, do I Sans?” All of a sudden, the happy voice turned into somewhat of a mocking drawl.

 If Sans had eyebrows, they would be raised. This flower. His eyes narrowed and he sent a sharpened bone to impale it, but the flower just wacked it away with a vine.

 “Hey, buddy… H o w  a b o u t w e  d o n ‘ t ?” Flowey said.

 Sans tried to skewer the flower again, but found himself hastily dodging an oncoming vine with spikes sharp as knives. It rebounded and wrapped around the surprised skeleton. Angry and the flailing rage in his chest spiralling out of control, he struggled uselessly. He tried to summon a Blaster, or even some measly bone attacks, but nothing happened. After a minute or two, he knew it was useless and he stopped moving.

 “Look here Trashbag, I don’t know what Chara had said to you to make you like this, but I don’t like it, although this is highly entertaining. This is quite an interesting route we have here. The human, persuading the pun-loving science guy with a job to Judge those who have to be judged. An interesting concept indeed, it makes me wonder why I didn’t do it before. Probably because it was a stupid idea. But I am not the one who will pay the price for this.”

 Sans had nothing to say, and Flowey took the silence as a sign to keep talking.

 “Do you know the funniest thing about this is? Have you guessed it yet? That’s right! It’s you.

“You, the one who fought against them so many times, fighting against what you just fallen down on your knees to. And I thought your so weak attachments to this world were funny enough.

“I’ll be watching this from afar Sans. I wonder how this predicament will turn out… Would you really kill everyone with the human? Even your dear baby brother? Or will you revert back to who you once were, watching the human kill everyone? And be the coward you are, just watching it happen?”

 Flowey let go of Sans and he plopped down, looking more emotionless than before. But the glowing rage in his chest was quite a sign it was time for Flowey to depart, before the Smiley Trashbag tries to attack again.

 He winked at Sans, “Guess I have to find out! See ya real soon, buddy!”

 And with that, he sunk into the ground again, leaving Sans quite alone. But the loneliness that was in the still air was not around for long as the door was open and a small head peeped out. Sans turned around. Chara caught up to them.

 “Hey there, I’m not late, am I? I was just a bit—hey!” Chara examined Sans and saw that dust was strewn on his clothing (and the fact there were some bones sticking out of the ground made it more obvious), “You cheater! You started without me!” Chara pouted.

 Sans smiled, “Hey, kid. Took you long enough.”

 Chara huffed, but gave a smile, “Eh, I guess that’s okay, if you left some for me. We have to do this together.”

 Sans shrugged, “There’s still monsters about, but all of this is making me kinda hungry, ya keep doing what you want and I’ll catch you at Grillby’s?”

 Chara felt their stomach growl at the last word. They were kinda hungry, since the fact they were a bit busy killing everyone to eat… and they do like keeping Toriel’s pie for a special occasion.

 “Whatever you want is fine with me, partner,” they started to walk away, when they were a distance away, they shouted, “Oh! And! I want fries! Remember that!”

 Sans blipped to his house and changed into a new (and slightly wrinkled) jacket and blipped again straight to Grillby’s with a double order of fries in mind.