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jnkgrnde · 3 months

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— no time to die, clarisse la rue, pjo

summary — in which, in place of silena, it’s you who dies from the drakon.

pairings — clarisse la rue x black!fem!reader (daughter of poseidon)

content includes — mc death dont jump me 🙁, clarisse pushing percy, also percy crying, angst sawry again, clarisse + sadness don’t jump me, gets a lil graphic

authors note — got inspired while i was editing ep 8 im sorry 🙏🏾

it was during the battle of manhattan when it happened.

you and clarisse got into an argument over her refusing to help the camp, all because her pride overshadowed her morals, her humanity.

the conflict escalated, eventually ending in her telling you she didn’t care if you stood with her or against her, you could go and die in the war and she wouldn’t care.

a harsh, burning slap and the slamming of the cabins doors came soon after that.

it was the next morning. all of camp, except for the ares cabin, were getting final things situated. you and percy were inside the poseidon cabin, saying goodbye to your second home for what could be the last time.

percy could see the anxiety and stress on your face. you knew clarisse didn’t mean what she said, but she still hasn’t apologized. “we’ll make it.” percy told you. if there was one person who could read you other than clarisse, it was percy.

you looked up at him. tears were welling up. you knew you were one of the last people who needed to be weak, especially in a time like this; you and percy were the main ones leading the camp into this.

“i’m scared, percy.” you told him. “what if i don’t make it back to her—“ “you will. we will make it back, or i’ll haunt the gods for as long as they live. so, forever.” you laughed at him. you loved him, fully biological or not.

the conch blew, signaling that it was time to go. you looked at each other with knowing; today could be your last day, whether you liked it or not.

“come on.” you grabbed all that you needed before heading out and shutting the doors to the old cabin. outside, there stood waiting the entire camp. it was silent, a deathly wave of uneasiness washed over the crowd.

you surveyed the crowd. annabeth, silena, and more. people you’ve spent a majority of your life with so far. you shouted out a word of command, and soon the footsteps of soon to be soldiers echoed through the camp and into the fields, soon off to manhattan. clarisse and the ares cabin were in the back, standing their ground.

you pressed your lips together firmly. you let your eyes show it — you still loved her no matter what, and she knew that.

clarisse let you walk into your own death, cemented in stone by her herself.

the air electrified when the drakon was unleashed.

dust was kicked up in the air. bodies of sleeping civilians were slowly clearing out from the campers getting them to safety. the hotel where everyone was residing was getting full to burst, injured campers everywhere.

you were tending a younger child of hermes wounds when you heard the roar of the creature. a sickening silence fell over the room. “oh, gods.” you whispered.

it had to be you.

there was barely anyone left; half of the campers were injured. the other half were off fighting kronos’ soldiers.

it just had to be you.

you looked at the hermes child you were tending to. you wrapped them up as quickly as you could before ascending up the stairs. you saw percy squatting next to annabeth. “y/n?” annabeth whispered out.

“what’s wrong?” percy turned around when he heard her say your name. “percy,” you rushed forward to grip his shoulders. “i’m so, so proud of you. everyone’s proud of you.” the drakon’s wings flapped loudly.

“what are you talking about?” he furrowed his eyebrows. he was so confused, not realizing what was happening. your panicked eyes looked frantically at the sky. “i love you. more than you know. always remember that, okay? you’re going to lead us to victory, and i’ll be right there beside you.”

percy’s gears started turning. “no. no, what are you doing?” he shot up, his face morphing into pain and desperation. “percy i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” you unsheathed your sword. “y/n, we promised!” you ran to the dood you came through, not being able to deal with the pain of looking at your brother for one last time.

“we promised you’d make it back to her!”

you could your heart squeezing. squeezing so hard that it broke into a million pieces.

“she’ll.. we’ll be okay.”

you said anything, just to not have to face reality of how clarisse would feel.

clarisse felt like something was off. maybe it was the look in your eye before you left, or maybe it was the way the clouds were starting to form, indicating a storm was coming. her heartbeat pumped a little faster when the sun wasn’t shining and thunder started to clap.

she didn’t feel good.

“we’re leaving, let’s go.” she threw a bag at michael yew. “what?” “you heard me.” he was confused. clarisse was usually never one to back down from a standoff. “why?” clarisse sighed out frustratingly. “i just have a feeling. round up the chariot and everyone else. be at the front of the camp in five minutes.”

michael wanted to be defiant but there was a look in clarisse’s eye, telling him all he needed to know.

“dad, if you’re going to be a good father to me one last time, let it be this time.” you whispered out. you felt a tug in your stomach, and a fire hydrant beside you exploded. you forced the water to lift you into the air and follow the drakon.

the golden creature wasn’t hard to spot, although it was much bigger than you imagined. the sound of thunder boomed above you. “that’s probably not good.” the drakon started to head towards the main group of fighters who were attacking kronos’ army. you yelled at a curse before speeding towards it. you came below it, cutting it off.

you slashed your sword against it’s neck. the creature roared in anger, and soon fluids fell onto your face. you groaned in disgust but the drakon just roared at you.

“man, i heard you.” you willed the water to bring you on top of the drakon. the drakon roared as you gripped it’s horns. “come on!” and you reared the drakon back. the drakon turned and flapped around, kicking up dust.

its greenish-yellowish eyes glowed throughout the sky. you kicked around it’s body, trying to find a soft spot before finally finding one around its ribs. “there you go.” you stabbed your sword into its ribcage, and fluid fell onto your leg. you wailed in pain at the burning sensation. the drakon bellowed in anger and pain at the stab.

the acid was quickly burning it’s way down to the bone of your leg, and you knew you had to move fast. the drakon start moving faster, and you started to lose your balance. you spotted the roof of a building, and gripped the horns as hard as you could to steer it towards the rooftop.

you landed and tumbled off of the back of the drakon. “oh my gods.” you cursed out, finally feeling the acid burn. muscle was starting to show, soon to be bone. the drakon hissed out, hot air reaching you. you were quick to try and stand up, struggling with your leg.

you used your sword as crutch, before lifting it and tightening your grip. you stared the drakon down, accepting what was about to happen. you started walking towards the drakon, picking up speed.

you let out a war cry, knowing it would be your last.

the ares cabin rode into the city on the chariot with clarisse leading. she knew something was off when it slowly started to rain.

“where is she?” she scanned to find you below, not thinking to look further. “oh, gods. clarisse!” one of her siblings called. clarisse looked up, and her heart dropped. there stood you, facing off against the drakon.

“no, no, no!” she steered the chariot towards you. she watched as the drakon slashed it’s claws deep into your stomach. blood was starting to dribble out of your mouth, but you didn’t dare stop. you couldn’t.

the fate of the world depended on it.

you were tired. so, so tired.

you were losing your life force. your face paled, your blood seeped out of you in multiple places, but you refused to give up. you refused to let percy, clarisse and the others live in a world that was dominated by kronos, so you pushed.

it was almost over. the drakon was almost done with you, yet you kept fighting.

‘please..’

suddenly, you felt your body vibrate. there was a pull in your stomach, and everything fell quiet. the fighting below you stopped.

you panted, looking at the drakon. “i’m not letting you go until i win.” hydrants exploded, and ocean water met you on top of the building. “so if i have to die to save them, you’re going with me.”

water circled around you, and you ran forward, launching yourself onto the drakon. a familiar voice yelled out, but before you could realize who it was, you stabbed the drakon in the neck. you willed the water to bring you to the hudson river, and you hung on as tight as possible.

you guided the water back into the ocean, and soon, you were submerged in the dirty hudson river.

there was silence for a moment, before you were launched out of the river. the drakon was killed and submerged, the water spirits making sure of it.

the water guided you onto the streets of manhattan, close to the hotel. you were in pain, and you knew the ocean couldn’t help you this time. campers sped out of the hotel, and percy pushed through them. he ran towards you, cradling your head.

“no, please— why aren’t you healing?!” before he could get an answer, clarisse reached the street. she jumped out of the chariot before it could fully land and sprinted towards you. “y/n!” she moved percy out of the way before taking you.

“‘m sorry.” you didn’t know who you were apologizing to at that point. clarisse, percy, both of them, the camp? it was all a blur. “don’t be sorry, sweet girl, please.”

“percy..” you whispered out. “is she okay? is annabeth okay?” you asked. annabeth was like the little sister you never had. she was one of the people you loved most, and it pained you even more to leave her too. “she is, she’s healing. if you can just- just pull through, just live, you can see her— we can see her.”

tears welled up. you looked back at clarisse. tears were streaming down her cheeks, her lips trembling. “i shouldn’t have said all those things to you, y/n, i’m so sorry.” she sobbed. “this is my fault-“

you brought a hand up to her face to wipe her tears. “clar, it’s okay. it’s over.” your breathing started to get wheezy. “it was my time anyways. it’s okay.” you repeatedly told her. “i love you. always will.” you told her. your breathing evened out, eventually coming to a stop. “no, gods, please!” she usually never prays to the gods, but just this once she wished your father would be useful and bring you back, but nothing.

soon, a glow surrounded your body. it was like they were holograms, the sea creatures. there were fish, stingrays, sharks. they formed a circle, eventually rotating up towards the sky.

the ocean had come to say goodbye.

everyone watched as the creatures left, and the glow around you soon dissipated. it was silent, before it started raining, announcing the death of a child of poseidon.

rain fell on clarisse as she watched you. the rain fell onto your face, blending in with your tears that slid down your cheeks right before, clearing the path of dust on them.

she held you tighter as she let out a loud, blood curdling scream. a scream of anguish, a shout of pain, as she realized that you were truly gone.

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x you #clarisse x reader #clarisse pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fic #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians

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ch3rriiii-bunn · 1 year

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Hey! I absolutely looooove your work! You write the clones so we’ll and I was wondering you had time if you could write a head cannon about the clones with a bratty/sassy reader who’s sarcastic and quick on her feet but also very flirty. She’s a demon slayer. And they’re low key a simp for her lmao.

But anyway i hope you have a wonderful day and take care of yourself 🫶🏻💕

Hard to get

THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG♡♡♡ Please I'm not really that good at writing bratty readers all that well but I hope you like this 😭🙏🏾

Warnings: none, readers gender isn't really sated in this so think what u wanna think lol

Aizetsu

Aizetsu, who is the most calm and reasonable one out of the clones but doesn't like when you don't listen to him. It makes him sad, but it's fun playing around just to see his reactions

Aizetsu will try to communicate with you on why you aren't listening to him instead of punishing you in any way and will miss the idea of you just joking around. "Y/n, why are you acting like this? It's making me sad..." He said with a frown,"you tell me. " You give him a smirk, stepping in front of him with your hand on your hip, only confusing him more

Aizetsu will tell you when you're taking things too far by messing around with his things even after when he's told you multiple times not to. "Y/n please, I've told you many times not to play with my spear. you'll hurt yourself, " he said, but you just stepped away, holding the spear behind your back."What are you going to do about it?" You say in a suggestive tone, making him blush and take his spear out of your hands, bringing you into a hug. "You're being so mean... stop that"

Sekido

Sekido hates disobedience. Even if it's from you, it's no exception no matter how much he loves you. It makes him more angry how you test him almost every day to see how far you can go

Sekido is a strong demon. That he already knows, but your skills as a swordsman surprises him every time and how well you're able to sneak up on him so easily, which angers him more. You'll do things like jump on his back or hug him from behind to surprise him

Sekido will scold you for sneaking up on him and hug him from behind. He'll push you off. "How many damn times have I told you to stop sneaking up on me!" He yells, only making you laugh. "Don't act like you don't like it, Sekido. You love when I hold you, " you smirk about to hug him again, but he only grabs your jaw, stopping you in your place with a flushed, angry face. "....just shut up."

Karaku is actually the one ready to push your buttons and likes when you have an attitude with him. He takes it as a challenge and finds it very attractive how you can get in his face and tell him off

Karaku will purposely do things to get on your nerves, like being annoyingly touchy and forgetting the things you tell him. "Why won't you look at me? Are you mad?" He asks. "Oh no, I'm not mad. Just a stupid demon likes to piss me off becausehe finds it fucking funny" you say with your arms crossed not looking at him

Karaku only chuckles and hugs you from behind. "Don't be like that. I just love to tease you, but you don't mind it no matter how "mad" you get, huh? And just just so cute when you act like that, " He says in your ear, making you pout. "Shut up. You're so annoying..."

Urogi's biggest rule is that you don't mess around with his wings. He will be mad that you don't listen and try to slap you with his wings but have a hard time doing so since you move quickly

Urogi's wings are sensitive, so when you touch them, you jump out the away just in time before his wings spread out to hit you out of reflexes from you touching them. You'll laugh at how mad Urogi gets, but he'll try to shake it off

Urogi loves your sassy side sometimes, but other times you can really get under his skin, since hell never admit you're strong "If you're not quick enough my wings might just slice you in half" he smirks "right just like all those other times when you "tried to hit me" with your wings" say say making quotation mark gestures with your hands and Urogi making a screwed face at you

#aizetsu x reader #karaku x reader #sekido x reader #urogi x reader #demon slayer x reader

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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OMG I cant stop thinking abut musician!Eren and influencer!turned rapper/singer!reader. I read one of ur posts where Eren makes a diss track. But imagine when the media gets a hold of the breakup!!!! All these rappers come out tryna get readers attention and it’s absolutely KILLING EREN!

I feel like reader probably was good friend with a couple rappers and they all hop on a track (not to diss Eren or anything) but the reader is kinda just having a little fun doing things she has never done before!

Musician!Eren and his homeboys probably out chiling when reader and a bunch of rappers come up on TV that’s talking bout the hot new track and music video that was just released and the world going dumb for reader rapping!!

no I don’t think you understand how good this is omg!!! I love this so so much!!! 😭🙏🏾

so (y/n) and eren end up having a less than amicable split (could be conflicting schedules, him being selfish, you doing something he didn’t like, etc. who knows…for the sake of this, we’ll say he’s at fault!) but either way, y’all go your separate ways and obviously, it stings for both of you..neither of you take it well in the beginning. You’re on Instagram throwing subs through your story and he’s doing what he does best: hopping in the booth, channeling his pain. But the one thing you hadn’t bet on was the amount of other artists who were waiting in line for something like this to happen. You’d hear whispers of your name being dropped in songs or referencing your dancing…little things, nothing major. To help you cope and kind of get over your obvious heartache, you get a call from some of the rappers that your ex has collabed with in the past, or mutual friends of you guys. Not to be shady or anything, but just to help you vent your frustrations. You were never one for taking your personal problems to the net but when you hear his new song, you can’t help but sense some hostility in his lyrics towards you. Things you’d never imagine him ever saying to you and it makes you upset, to the point that you even find yourself crying on the shoulder of one of these other musicians (probably another female rapper tbh) and at that point, they know what must be done. “Girl, fuck that nigga. You better than all that. Tell you what, come hop on my new song with me, let’s have fun.” And you’re so nervous! Like looking crazy because you’ve never done something like that. “I’m not a rapper. I can’t do that.” “Girl, anybody can do anything if they set their mind to it.” But there’s always room for new beginnings..so reluctantly, you start penning down some words that express your pain and even some things you’d always wanted to talk about. It’s summertime and the ladies need a new anthem. You and your friends are all in the studio with the rap girls as well and y’all are just having fun! No drama, no beef, none of that sad shit either. “Baby, we outside this summer. Shaking ass, living life..we gotta give the girls something to turn up to.” And from there, that’s all you need! You start writing a verse and with a little help from the professionals, you go in that booth and lay it down. Not even thinking about whether it sounds bad or good. You just brag on yourself, on your fine ass friends and how y’all are the baddest bitches walking. Eren or any other man is an afterthought by the time you finish! a couple weeks pass and even though you’re still healing, it’s getting easier not having him around. Meanwhile, Eren decides to go out to the club, more than likely against his will but he needs a distraction. But that doesn’t last long when he sees a screen playing a video with a bunch of women down at Miami Beach dancing. That’s when the DJ says something he’d never thought he’d hear in a million years: “this that new joint, the new summer anthem from (insert rapper name) and (y/n) (l/n)! And let me tell y’all, the rap game gotta a new problem. Let’s play that shit.” And when he hears your voice, flowing on the track like you’ve been waiting your whole life to do this, he’s stunned. His homeboys are starting at him, hitting his arm. “Bro, you hear that shit?! What the fuck? Why ain’t you tell us your girl could spit like that?” But he’s equally as shocked as they are. He’s confused and as your ex man, he doesn’t even want to look at you. But as an artist…his interest is piqued! Either way, it’s the perfect excuse to hit your line. “I gotta go make a call real quick.”

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th0tblckgrl · 2 months

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Empty cabin

Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!Reader

WARNINGS: not established relations, Smut, oral (r receiving), grover walking in on them.

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It all started with a few looks across the campfire, looks turned into smiles, smiles turned into following like into an empty cabin.

All the campers of the cabin are at the nightly campfire and you and Luke, we’ll you guys are making out on a random bed of a cabin number you forgot a while ago.

Your on his lap kissing him willingly and his hands are creeping under your shirt getting closer and closer to your chest,

You guys finally part from each others faces and when you do, you just look at each other and smile, it made you happy to know you long time crush since you were 15 liked you back.

It was relieving to finally be in his arm, in a swift motion you were on your back on the bed and Luke was giving you kisses on your stomach and making his way down,

as he’s getting closer to you heat he begins to in button your Jean shorts that fit you so well, and finally zipping them down he drags them off you and stares in awe at your lacy panties,

“wore these just f’me?” He says with a cocky smile and a raspy voice.

You start to feel your face heat up, the truth is, you did wear them for him, you weren’t sure if you were gonna end up doing this with him but you did, just in case ;)

he eventually dives in between your carefully taking of your panties and when he does, he goes to town.

Your a moaning mess, tugging at his curly black hair and anything else around you.

As you tug at his hair, his finger nails tigging into the skin of you thighs and the rugs of his hair makes him groan in pleasure.

Soon enough you feel a knot on your stomach, “fuck..yes Right there!” You say desperately basically whispering it to yourself but Luke still heard,

“OH MY GODS” you hear, it was Grover… you both scoter apart from each other and you grab the sheets attempting to cover yourself

“UHM ILL JUST GO IM SO SO SORRY” he says as he rushes out as he’s covering his eyes,

“I-I should go I’ll see you later?” You say rushing to put on your clothes,

as you turn to look at Luke he’s slightly smirking “definitely” he says and kissed you goodbye as your basically running out the room trying to explain the situation to Grover.

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THATS ITTTT please don’t be afraid to give me request I need ideas 🙏🏾🙏🏾

#luke castellan smut #charlie bushnell #pjo x reader #grover underwood #grover pjo #smut #aphrodite!reader

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nijigasakilove · 1 month

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It feels like the last 28 weeks have been a once in a lifetime experience. To witness a show like this on a weekly basis is a blessing and words can’t describe the sense of loss I feel to see it end. I’ll be thinking of this show for decades like how Frieren thinks back on Himmel.

Not only has it maintained its number 1 of all time status, it’s even gone up higher. No fluke. The people have spoken. FMAB reign is over.

Onto the finale itself, after Fern and Frieren’s results last week it’s time for serie to evaluate the rest of the examinees. She lowkey cooked Denken by calling him washed, but praising him at the same time lol. Glad he passed, better late than never. Never too old to get your education as they say. Übel didn’t even have to speak to pass, four eyes not even showing up to the exam was a crazy twist, just off that alone he deserved to pass. Ol girl passing just because she said Serie was cute and small is like bribing the teacher lmao.

To think that Denken’s reason for becoming a mage was due in part to his admiration for Frieren’s deeds in the hero’s party is so cool. Glad he regained his love and joy for the fun aspect of magic after this exam. Even at his age, still learning new things.

Enjoyed the conversation with Frieren and Wirbel as well. I never would have taken him for being the kind person who values the “insignificant” moments in life, like helping a random person with things they’ve dropped. All thanks to the influence of Himmel and his party. It had to be surreal for these people to have taken the test with Frieren, someone who they idolised.

Serie so childish for not letting Frieren in the ceremony lol. It’s funny she does all this big talk about other people and still can’t express her emotions. A big tsundere at the end of the day, but Flamme and every single one of her students meant the world to her. Wish she’d tell Lermen one day before he dies how important he is to her. It’s sad that even at his old age he feels he still needs to prove himself to her by defeating Frieren. Like Frieren said, these mages can be so awkward.

Choosing a spell that cleans laundry as your reward is such a Fern thing to do lol.

LOVED the final “tearful goodbyes aren’t our style” flashback to Himmel. The ending of the episode itself felt like that as well. Not gonna cry cause I know we’ll get more of this beautiful series some day. 🙏🏾 thank you Madhouse for this masterclass. You won’t be forgotten, just like Himmel.

Review is up on myanimelist as usual: https://myanimelist.net/reviews.php?id=519116

#frieren #sousou no frieren #frieren: beyond journey's end #animanga hive #animangahive #animanga #frieren the slayer #frieren!#frieren beyond journey's end #frieren spoilers

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harlowtales · 5 months

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Group Chat in Chaos…Again!! 😫

***18+ adult themes***

Ace: Never do that again bruh

Jack: WHAT??

Ace: I been tryna teach you how to dance for YEARS

Jack: I have a natural flow

Ace: I’m not one to kick a man when he’s down so… 😒

Trap: Yoooooo😳

Jack: Don’t start

Urban: My man’s funky chicken is top tier🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻💀

Jack: You know it bestie 🥰

Quiiso: Top tier 💩💩💩

Jack: Comments said I ate and left no crumbs😽

2Fo: You left something all right. Shame to your whole crew 😫

Jack: lies! Did you see my shoulder work??

2Fo: I tried not to look

Neelam: Jack I can’t represent you anymore

Jack: Ion need no manger that don’t appreciate a good wobble when she sees one😤

Trap: Broksi you know you only got one good ankle after that soccer game

Jack: OK y’all are not fr. My fans said…

Urban: You ATE

Jack: That’s why he’s THE BEST FRIEND

Cope: I’m the OG

Jack: My fault

Blue Panda: Let’s teach him the electric slide 😙

Ace: I tried that remember? Last cookout. He stepped on his own toes 😭

Phil: I think he’s graceful like a bird 🤗🤗🤗

Cope: Stop kissing ass to get that girl’s number Phil😕

Phil: Already on it bro 🫡

Jack: Laugh cuz imma bout to get a call from Dancing with the Stars ✨

Trap: That shows still on??

Drama: Bro. I think we have to cut ties. My label can’t be associated with this

Jack: Watch me release a deluxe dance version of the new album and make an instructional video 😈

Ace: On how to do what?😭

Y/N: Leave my man alone😤

Jack: Baby🥹🥹🥹

Y/N: We’ll get you help daddy don’t worry

Jack: Awwww I love you… wait what???

Y/N: Oops! Gotta walk the dog bye 👋🏾

Jack: Babe don’t do me like that😔

Ace: It’s ok bruh we all PG. It’s all love.

Quiiso: Yeah bruh we got you

Jack: Ion need no intervention. Y’all apologize🤨

Urban: Yeah

Phil: Yeah

Trap: STFU ass kissers😙

Neelam: Making a note to look for a dance teacher… tomorrow ✍️

Jack: Ok y’all getting lumps of coal in your stockings this year except for Urb and Phil🎅🏻

Ace: The only gift you could give me is never to publicly do that again. Swear on Usher’s grave bruh 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 🙏🏾

Jack: Usher ain’t dead

Quiiso: He will be when he sees this 😭 You done kilt a legend bruh

Ace: The first step of dance is admit you need help 🙏🏾

Jack: Ight… hope everyone got their shots off. Y’all done?

Urban: Maybe i’m high right now, but I’m impressed 🙌🏻

Y/N: I’m back ❤️❤️❤️🦮

Jack: oh yay😒

Y/N: You low key snapped😖

Jack: See!!! Just say it! I ATE!!!!🖕🏻🖕🏻

Y/N: Baby is that at me??😢

Jack: Idk what got into me. Sorry babe

Y/N: 😘😘😘

Trap: If y’all are gonna start I’m outta here

Quiiso: Same

Ace: Later

Blue Panda: Samesies!!

2Fo: Wait up twin! 🏃🏾🏃🏾🏃🏾

Urban: I’m gonna go smoke…another one

Drama: 👋🏽

Neelam: 👋🏽👋🏽👋🏽

Cope: I’ve got anywhere else to be but here

Phil: Not me! What are we doing besties?

Y/N: He’s all yours Phil

Jack: Babe wait!!

Phil: 😔

@jacks-daycare @itsyagirljaz @ride4harlow

#jack harlow #fanfic #romance #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic

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imaginespazzi · 2 days

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Maybe we’ll see something from Azzi next weekend cos I think their grad ceremonies happen then so hopefully either she or her fam post something 🙏 just wanna see her smiling face again 🥺

I remember she said she wasn't sure if she was gonna walk, but I hope she does and we get just a little glimpse pretty please 🙏🏾

#ask #my princess i hope she's having the best day

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chloesimaginationthings · 5 months

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Hi, I wanted to ask, is your game Mike scooped? Or is he a normal human?

In my art, as of now, he’s a normal guy, specifically during sister location before the scooping

I do plan on drawing scooped Michael though, I have a comic around it and everything, just been drawing other things + figuring out purple Michael’s look. Here’s two older designs I’ve had but it’ll probably change again once I have him in new comics

#ask reply #the first one are from older sketches #the second I drew around the second drop of trailers #it’ll probably be a mix of these two looks #I like the hoodie but I think I might give him back his hair just so he’s recognizable #we’ll see 🙏🏾#I PROMISE I’m not avoiding monster Michael #I’ve been really wanting to draw him so soon gang soon

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red-4ngel-of-preventing-h4rm · 3 months

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Hello! The names Raphael, aka Ella if you’re feelin silly, and I’m twenty. My brother uses this app so I wanted to see what it’s about! Crazy stuff happens sometimes

Boundaries!

No Tc3st, Pr0ship or anything like that please! 🙏🏾

Don't use my trauma against me (unless plot relevant) please!

Please don’t be NSFW towards me, jokes are okay but I do not like it :/

Boundaries may update! We’ll see.

Associated accounts!

@explodingpop - Best friend! @undergroundbeastbeats - Other best friend @dontron90o0 - Little brother! @explodingsoda - Tall guy @implodingseltzer - Tall guy but taller and more traumatized? @h3yjuicy - Other Pop!

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veryrichbitchh · 3 months

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Bought some things for my business a few days ago :) feeling good about it. Also bought a cute pink notebook on Amazon, pastel highlights and pens for studying sessions! 📚 I must make studying “fun/appelaing” to me if I’m going to pass my board exams. Babes, send me all the good energy on this exam. I’ve failed it twice already. 🥹 Also cleared out my closet a few days ago of items I rarely wear, or clothing I just outgrown. It feels good, I just need to give them away now. I would really like to give them to a woman’s shelter. I’ll look into it, if possible. I have a few gentlemen wanting to take me out/meet me from Hinge and BB. (Went out with one say lol he’s a nut already smh. But we’ll see) We’ll see how it goes. Good news for me always!🙏🏾✨🎆 Lastly I have a date with the guy that gave me the money after meeting him once. He says he wants to get to know me better as well lol after badgering me for nudes (I send a modest one) so we has dinner Friday, it went well. I was so drunk lol I fell asleep on him in the hotel room. LOL. I wish he brought more money though like $1000 for dinner and play time was just not enough for me. I was too drunk to make that clear unfortunately lol and I did fall asleep LOL anyway, better outcome next time for me. My account will be funded. Fully loaded! Amen!!!! Thank You God!!

#luxury lifestyle #luxury #black sugar baby #black sugar blog #black sugar dating #spoiled girlfriend #spoiled heaux #sugar bowl #black women in luxury #sugar heaux #school

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ticklystuff · 1 year

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Surrender is a Valid Option

A/N: Part 1 of my @squealing-santa gift for @ticklefits! Thank you to @hypahticklish for organizing the event! You can read part 2 here

Pairings used:

zhongli / childe*

xiao / aether

Prompts used:

i am literally always a sucker for wrestling / sparring turning into a tickle fight thanks 🙏🏾]

ler insisting that the lee isn’t ticklish at all and the lee has to prove to the ler that they very much are eheheh

I saw multiple prompts and pairings that I enjoyed and couldn’t pick just one! Although the stories take place in the same setting, I wouldn’t consider either a prequel/sequel to the other. I also tried to give enough context to each one, so that both could be read without having to read the other. Also, sorry, these aren’t Christmas themed lol

They’re a bit lengthy, but I really enjoyed writing these! Also, I hope your holidays are nice and cozy @ticklefits :D

Word Count: ~2.2k

Characters: lee!childe, ler!zhongli

Summary: Childe learns not to underestimate Zhongli when it comes to sparring

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There was nothing in the world that could contain the pooling excitement in his stomach, the butterflies beginning to spread their wings as Childe watched Zhongli slip off his coat, before picking up the sparring staff and taking his place on the other side of the field to face his opponent. Childe licked his lips, tightening the grip around his own sparring weapon. Today, he'd finally have his long awaited match with none other than Zhongli.

"You better not go easy on me!" Childe cried out from his side. This was the one and only time that Zhongli accepted his invitation to spar. He wanted to experience what the former geo archon was truly capable of.

"Recall that this is just a sparring match," Zhongli reminded him, unfazed by Childe's overzealousness. "I will stop should I decide the match is over."

"Should you?!" Childe sneered almost cockily. "We'll see who makes that call!"

Childe eyed the older man, waiting for him to make the first move, the thumping of his heartbeat growing in his ears with each passing second. When it was clear Zhongli had no intent of going on the offensive, Childe got into position, closing his eyes and allowing his steady breathing to clear his mind, before taking his first step forward. He glided through the field, the sounds of his boots hitting the grass barely audible, his eyes locking onto the target in front of him as the grin on his grew ever wider.

The first clang of wood could be heard throughout the temporary arena, followed by the sounds of repeated parries. The end of Childe's staff swung through the air effortlessly, though Zhongli's own was always there to match him, meticulously blocking each blow. Blood rushed to his arms with each passing moment as Childe's movements grew more swift, determined to break through Zhongli's defenses. With each step forward, Zhongli would take one step back, but Childe denied him the chance to breathe, each swing pressuring Zhongli with repeated chips to his resistance.

Soon enough, Childe's persistence paid off. The last blow was blocked just like the others, but this parry was different. The wooden staff trembled in Zhongli's hand and Childe managed to catch a brief glimpse of his faltered expression that eclipsed the normally calm demeanor. It was just a slight crack, but it was the only opening Childe needed. His eyes sparkled intensely as he spearheaded all of his energy into this final swing with every intent of finally disarming Zhongli-

Except, that moment never came, as Zhongli made the seemingly hasty decision to leap back, rather than parry, creating much needed distance between the two and the wide grin that Childe had donned the whole match was suddenly wiped off his face as his staff made contact with air. For a moment, Childe stared at the empty space in front of him where Zhongli should have been, perplexed at how someone his age possessed such an extreme level of agility, before turning to where Zhongli actually stood and gave him a playful smirk. "Heh, I almost gotcha there," he panted, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. Despite the short match, his muscles ached from the large expense of energy that he had to burn, but the thrill of the fight kept him going. Zhongli sure did not disappoint.

"Whoo! C'mon, Childe!"

Childe took a moment to turn to the small audience of Aether and Xiao, happy to see that the other half of their little team seemed to be just as engaged in the fight as he was. Maybe they could learn a thing or two from him. He flashed the two spectators a cheeky wink, giggling to himself when Xiao responded with a blatant eyeroll.

Had his attention been on his current opponent rather than interacting with the other two, the redhead might have caught the other man charging at him in time, only reacting once Zhongli was practically in his face. He fumbled with the staff in his hand, straining his arms to just barely parry the blow from Zhongli, but the lack of mustered strength allowed Zhongli to knock the staff straight out of Childe's hands and into the air, landing several feet from the two. With no way to properly defend himself, Childe hurriedly took a step back, but it was for naught, as Zhongli swept his foot against the floor, catching Childe's ankle in the process and knocking him off his feet, hitting the floor with a strangled gasp. In the blink of an eye, Zhongli was soon atop of him, staring down at Childe with a small smile. He put one hand on Childe's chest, continuing to look him in the eye as he spoke, a quaint sense of victory in his tone.

"The match is over."

Childe looked up at the man on top of him, only blinking in response as he attempted to process the last twenty seconds. In his daze, he could hear the faint sound of Aether's voice crying out in the background, though his brain had short-circuited at this point, unable to take in anything at this point. "I- What just-" was all that came out of his mouth, an incoherent mess of words that mirrored his jumbled thoughts.

A genuine look of concern flashed across Zhongli's face. He set down the wooden staff still in his hand and cupped Childe's chin. "Ah, you're not injured are you? Did you hit your head too hard?"

It frustrated him how sincere the older man sounded. He should be the one asking if Zhongli is okay right now, not the other way around. "Y-You cheated!" he finally cried out, the sense of denial taking over.

Zhongli raised an eyebrow and folded his arms in response. "Cheated? How so?"

"Aether, he-! I was distracted! This isn't fair!"

"Ajax, that's hardly my fault," Zhongli chuckled amusedly. "After all, 'cheating' is not something that exists in combat. There is only victory or defeat."

"No, I haven't lost yet," Childe argued with him. He refused to accept the results, unwilling to let a fight with the geo archon himself end like this. "C'mon, get up. We'll start over!"

Zhongli shook his head. "Knowing your limits is a crucial part of being a warrior. Sometimes, surrendering-"

"I'm not surrendering."

Childe smirked at the exasperated sigh that slipped past Zhongli's mouth. He watched as the older man closed his eyes and nodded, beginning to slip off his gloves before speaking again. "Very well. We can continue our match."

His eyes lit up once more, feeling giddier by the second as the sense of battle rushed through Childe's veins. He began to sit up, fully expecting Zhongli to dislodge himself, but his expectations were quickly subverted when two unexpected jabs to his sides made him jolt in place. A choked breath of air passed his lips at the sudden sensation and by the time his brain registered what was going on, the two hands were already back at his sides, forcing out strained laughter from the redhead as they dug in relentlessly.

"Wait- Wahahahait! Zhonglihihihi!" Childe cried out frantically as he tried to push the invasive hands away. "Whahahat're youhuhu dohohoing?!"

"Tickling you, am I not?" His voice remained unchanged as his fingers squeezed through the thin red shirt, almost as if making Childe squeal was part of his daily routine.

"Nohohoho! Ahahaha! Why- aAH!!" There was barely any time for Childe to think before Zhongli had grabbed both wrists in his hands, pushing them back over his head and forcing Childe back to the ground, using one hand to keep both of Childe's pinned. "H-Hey, c'mon, I don't understahahand," he giggled nervously, his face growing red as Zhongli looked down at him with his usual stern expression. His arms strained under Zhongli's hold, but they failed to budge, adding to the helpless feeling that was almost foreign to Childe.

"Besting one's opponent doesn't always require combat," Zhongli said, rolling the fingers of his free hand along Childe's waist to draw out a shriek. "There are many methods to success that a warrior should utilize for the appropriate situation. You opted not to surrender when I defeated you in combat, so I have to resort to other methods."

A strangled whine flew past his lips as the realization of Zhongli's intent dawned on him. He kicked his legs and squirmed even harder now, desperate to escape, but Zhongli held him tight, allowing his fingers to slip under the thin red shirt, tickling away at Childe's bare skin. The tickling wasn't that intense to begin with, especially with just one hand now, but the thought of possibly having to surrender like this was worse than the tickling itself.

"C'mohohohon! Fight mehehEHEHEhehe!" Childe pleaded again and again, his warrior pride unallowing him to be bested by something so silly. This wasn't the first time Zhongli has tickled him, nor would it be the last as it was common past time between the two, most notably during the times they shared a tent, but why did it have to be now of all times? "Ahahahehehaha! Not fahahahir!"

"As I mentioned before, there is nothing but victory or defeat," Zhongli lectured over his laughter, slowly traversing his hand up Childe's chest. His fingers lodged themselves under the harness wrapped around Childe's shirt and Zhongli smirked as he made the most of his inability to move his hand by wiggling his fingers under the strip, fully concentrating the tickling in the trapped area to really make Childe squirm. "Surrender now, or we will just have to continue."

"NEHEVEHEHER!" The mere mention of surrendering really chipped at Childe's resistance and his laughter reached a pitch he never thought he could reach. At this point, his face was beet red and he was unable to discern if it was from the tickling, his embarrassment, or frustration, perhaps all three. "Very well. Accepting defeat with grace is not something that comes easily." Zhongli shook his head almost disappointedly, before proceeding to undo the harness around Childe's chest.

"Wait, no-! NohohOHOHO!" Childe's body shook frantically in response to the renewed tickling, barely unable to control himself. Without the harness in place, his shirt had come undone, allowing Zhongli to fully take advantage, his free hand speeding over the bare skin, a stark contrast to the slower methodical tickling from before. He left no area untouched as he jabbed at his stomach, tweaked Childe's ribs, scribbled along his underarms, and everything else in between. No amount of swaying or kicking could throw Zhongli off of him.

"ZHONGLIHIHI! PLEHEHEHAHASE!"

"You know what to do," Zhongli hummed nonchalantly, using his hand to rapidly fire away at the toned abs in front of him as if they were buttons waiting to be pressed.

"Okayokayokay, I gihIHIHIVE! AHAHAHA!" he squealed, barely able to hear Zhongli's voice over his own laughter. At this point, his body had stopped moving due to lack of energy, save for the occasional twitch of his limbs. Childe's fingers dug into the palms of his own hands, hoping for anything to distract himself from the overwhelming sensations.

"That wasn't quite the word I was looking for," Zhongli told him almost teasingly, clearly amused by the way Childe was struggling.

"I SURRENDAHAHAR! PLEHEHEHASE!"

It was a blow to his ego that took all of his willpower to say, but at this point, Childe wasn't sure he cared. Zhongli had released his arms, but never actually stopped tickling, using both hands to lightly dribble his fingers along his skin, just light enough to elicit the occasional snort or giggly hiccup.

"Stahahap! You sahahaid you'd stohohop!" Childe giggled uselessly, beginning to sit up to push himself away from Zhongli's persistent hands. The sound of footsteps against the fresh grass prompted the two to stop and Childe looked up, eyes widening when he noticed Aether and Xiao standing over them, having forgotten that they most likely were watching the "match" the whole time.

"Tickling?" Aether scoffed, shaking his head disappointedly. "A Fatui Harbinger lost to tickling of all things?"

Childe looked away, feeling the blush from before creeping back up. "Why does it matter to you?" he huffed with exasperation, digging his fingertips into the grass.

"Xiao and I placed bets on who would win and I was rooting for you," Aether sighed. "Guess I owe him some almond tofu now."

"No need to shame him for it," Zhongli said to the group. "I'm sure we're all similar in some way." As if to prove his point, he gave both Aether and Xiao quick pokes to their sides, Aether giggling in response, while Xiao’s eyes just went wide.

"Well, at least we know the best way to deal with Childe now," Aether teased the redhead, but that smile was soon wiped off his face when Childe immediately stood up, making a beeline for the blond, grabbing him by the waist before he could escape.

"Maybe I can't beat Zhongli now," Childe started as Aether howled in his grip, allowing his hands to freely tickle the exposed stomach, "but I can certainly prepare for a rematch by practicing everything I've learned from him. Hm, what do you say, comrade?"

#chili #childe #zhongli #aether #xiao #genshin impact #tickling #squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22

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