#heyo silver away!!!

[ryker-writes]

Hey hey hey! Can I request GN!reader who is a quadruplet (is the oldest)? They change place with their siblings to prank poeple, they look all alike but yet have very different personalities? (Reader is just chaos)

Characters: Ace, Malleus, Kalim, Floyd, Deuce and Sebek

Thank youuuuu, take care!

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Heyo! I love this idea and thank you so much for the request! I also love how you chose everyone that would be the most confused by it. Also sorry if this is formatted weird Tumblr is acting strange and keeps moving the read more around

Ace:

he probably thinks you're weird at first

I mean you guys are hanging out and he leaves to do something and when he comes back you're acting like a different person???

at first he thinks something happened while he was away, but you're acting like nothing happened

once you change between four different personalities he's both lost and concerned for your health

he will quickly ask you what's going on

if you give him some excuse or say you don't know what he's talking about, he's not gonna believe you

he might start investigating on his own

I'm assuming you're pretty good at this and good at avoiding his investigation

eventually he becomes the 'I don't need sleep, I need answers' meme

he may even try setting up a hidden camera to find out what happens

one way or another he's going to find out eventually

when he does find out, he loves it

a little ashamed of himself that he didn't catch on sooner also how dare you prank him

but he's going to pretend like he knew a lot sooner and was just giving you a chance to confess

Ace totally wants to actually meet all your younger siblings

when he does...he's still confused

it's going to take a bit for him to be able to tell all of you apart

one of you could walk up and start talking to him and it's gonna take him a minute to figure out who's talking to him

but he totally wants to be in on this prank and help out

you two are now conspiring together on who to prank next with this

he's going to say Riddle

he loves the chaos

Malleus:

poor boy is so confused

he doesn't understand why your entire personality has changed

but he doesn't say anything at first because he wants to accept all parts of you

honestly once he experiences each of your siblings' personalities, he thinks that's just you with a very wide range of personality traits

maybe your personality traits contradict each other sometimes, but that's part of your charm

he probably asks Lilia and Silver about your changing personality

Lilia probably knows but won't tell him and Silver just tells him that he doesn't know much about it

eventually Malleus will probably figure it out on his own

he's extremely observant so if anything is different between your appearance and your siblings, he will notice

that and his fae senses help him

if you and your siblings smell different he will notice and be able to tell that the real you is hiding near by

when you explain it to him he is amazed

Malleus probably has never met quadruplets and would like to know more

and he wants to meet all of your siblings and get to understand what each of them is like

he finds each of their different personalities entertaining

he's a quick learner and will be able to tell you all apart quickly

even is able to walk up to one of your siblings and knows who he's talking to before they even say a word

Malleus isn't the type to conspire on the prank with you but he finds it so entertaining when he sees it happen

he will go along with it while you're pranking someone though

Kalim:

probably the fastest to catch on

he has like 30-40 siblings

chances are a few of them are identical twins so he knows more about people looking alike but having different personalities

he doesn't catch on immediately tho

like Malleus, he'll think you just have a lot of different personality traits at first

but once he's seen all of your siblings and their personalities, he'll piece it together in his head and ask you if you're a twin

when you tell him he's so happy

he wants to meet all your siblings and get to know them

and he's really good at telling you and your siblings apart

like Malleus he automatically knows who he's talking to

not gonna lie he probably doesn't even think of it as a prank at first

he just thinks he was bad at telling all of you apart

you have to explain that you were pranking him

if he sees you trying to prank someone else like this, he won't understand at first and probably run up to your sibling and just shout their name

the other person is so confused

but if he knows what's happening he'll play along and maybe be laughing the entire time

Floyd:

at first he thinks you just have mood swings like him

and he's happy that there's someone like him

but wow your mood changes a lot more than his

he's a little confused but doesn't mind it much and probably doesn't pay much attention to your prank

when you switch places with one of your siblings he has almost no reaction

he just carries on like nothing happened

he might get tired of it eventually and ask you what's going on

when you tell him, he think's it's so fun

once you show him your siblings and tell him who they actually are he's pretty good at telling all of you apart

Floyd probably cares more about you than your siblings tho

you're the original✨

he also doesn't know how you handle all of your siblings

both him and Jade have different personalities that gets in the way sometimes but you have three younger siblings with different personalities

he will go along with it whenever he sees it happening

and he wants to try this with Jade too

you now have a partner in crime

the entire school is confused

Floyd himself is an agent of chaos so he loves whatever chaos you get up too

Deuce:

help him

he's so confused

he doesn't know why your personality changes but he's too scared to ask because he doesn't want to offend you

sometimes it scares him when your personality changes (especially if it's polar opposite to the personality you had before)

Deuce will try to keep track of the different personalities and what they're like

he'll get lost trying to do this and confuse himself more

there's a zero percent chance he's gonna figure it out on his own

even if he saw you and one of your siblings in the same room, he's going to think it's some sort of spell

the thought of you having identical siblings doesn't even cross his mind

whenever you switch places with one of your siblings he tries so hard to adapt to the personality change and be respectful

you'll have to sit down and thoroughly explain it to him for him to understand

he's not going to be able to tell you guys apart

like he knows the names now, but matching names to personality is a mess in his brain

at most he will get yours right but none of your siblings

Deuce probably won't play along with your prank, but he won't say anything either

the other person may be confused why your personality changed meanwhile Deuce is trying to decipher which sibling took your place

Sebek:

I hope your siblings can handle his yelling

he's concerned and confused why your personality changed

but he expresses this while yelling

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS"

similar to Deuce, the thought of you having identical siblings doesn't cross his mind

he thinks you've been cursed or something and is determined to help you get rid of the curse

he's asking Lilia for help and Lilia doesn't tell him anything

if you or your siblings try to say you're not cursed, he thinks that you can't see it because you're cursed

you should probably tell him before he starts casting spells or doing weird things to try and get rid of the "curse"

when you tell him there's like a solid minute of silence

quickly followed by 5 minutes of yelling

he's offended you tricked him and even more upset that he didn't see through your prank

help him he now thinks he's not a good knight for Malleus because he didn't realize it was a prank

Sebek is gonna struggle for a bit when it comes to telling you apart from your siblings but he's determined to get it eventually

super smug when he sees other people falling for your prank because he knows what's really happening

he almost wants you to try doing it to Silver to see if he could see through the prank

eventually he may even admit that he's impressed by your prank

he appreciates the level of coordination, teamwork, and planning it all takes

but he won't say this until he's gotten over the shame of falling for it

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola #twst ace #ace trapolla x reader #twst malleus #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twst kalim #kalim al asim #kalim x reader #kalim al asim x reader #floyd leech #twst floyd #twst floyd x reader #floyd leech x reader #deuce spade #twst deuce #deuce spade x reader #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

[bingo6776]

Heyo, here is a Wednesday x autistic!reader. its more so from wednesday’s POV ig? not strictly but yeah. i used alot of my own experiences/feelings, but from readers POV it was slightly harder to have it flow in a way?? idk

not the best, but i havent written in ages and figured i would put something mid out over nothing :))) 

requests are welcome n shit

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Wednesday ground her teeth together as she looked at the watch on her wrist.

 1:15 pm.

 You were only 15 minutes late, but for you, that was as good as being hours late.

 Ever since Wednesday had known you, you were always early. No matter what the event was, you’d be there waiting for everyone else to arrive.

 Once, on you weekly coffee dates at the weathervane, she had attempted to get there first. To be the one waiting for you this time.

But, of course, no matter how early she had gotten there, you’d always be waiting at your usual table, with an amused look on your face as you saw her deflate at being beaten, of course, you’d only be more amused at the fake glare she sent you, paired with her worryingly inventive threats of bodily harm and psychological torture.

 So, yes. 15 minutes may not be monumental to the rest of this incompetent school, but for you, it was.

 Wednesday felt her foot tapping lightly, to others it would have looked comical. An impatient Wednesday Addams tapping her foot as the seconds ticked by as if she was in some kind of cartoon.

 Wednesday’s mind was slowly overcome with a never-ending stream of violent occurrences that could have happened to you preventing you from meeting her at the agreed upon time and place.

 If she were anyone else, she would have let them cloud her mind, dull her sharp senses. Yet, luckily for her, she was not.

 Which is why  when Enid passed by the shrouded area Wednesday darted an arm out, aggressively tugging the blonde werewolf into the shadows with her.

 “You have a class with Y/N,” Wednesday decided to ignore the shocked yelp Enid let out, along with the way Enid was barely able to prevent herself from clawing Wednesday away from her. “She’s late meeting with me.”

 Enid shot Wednesday a sympathetic look, she knew the morbid girl would never say such a thing to anyone but you, but you were a vital part of her schedule, you kept her clam. Levelled. Balanced. She cherished any time you spent together. Even though Enid had been witness to numerous die hard romances amongst outcast and normie alike, she had never seen such a pure and unrelenting love that the two of you shared.

 “Oh, uh, yeah. Yoko said she saw some nurse taking her to her dorm earlier, apparently, she got caught in the middle of the change over rush,” Enid grimaced at the thought of being stuck in the throng of teenagers who hadn’t grasped onto the concept of personal space or volume control yet.

 Wednesday hardly waited a second after the werewolf finished her sentence before she turned away, storming towards your dorm.

 ‘And Yoko says I’m a lovesick puppy,’ Enid thought as she rolled her eyes at the brisk departure and returned to her friends.

 To Wednesday, it wasn’t too hard to string together the rest of the events that had occurred.

 She knew you weren’t embarrassed to have autism, no. But, as she herself was autistic, she could understand the struggles of avoiding overstimulation and the prying stares you’d receive in the aftermath.

 Once she reached the dorm, people in the hallway parting to let her through, not wanting to meet the wrath of an obviously determined Addams, she softly tapped at the door.

 One second

Two

Three

Four

 With no reply, she slowly pushed the door open walking into the small gap she created.

 Your room wasn’t dark, yet it wasn’t light either. There was just a soft silver glow coming from the small lamp on your bedside table.

  It illuminated your figure that was curled in on yourself on top of your bed, hands clamped over your ears, eyes screwed shut in a way that Wednesday knew should have been uncomfortable. You were making a consistent, yet urgent sounding hum, more so for the feeling of it vibrating in your chest over having the actual noise.

 And Wednesday felt her heart break. No, no. it was more as if it crumbled. Slowly, but surely, it withered away. She hated seeing you so distressed, so in pain due to the ignorance and downright bone-headed students at Nevermore. She swore that she would kill each and every person who put you in this position, shed ensure that before she pushed them into the black abyss of death that they would experience every torture method known to man and spirit alike.

 No.

 No, she could focus on that later. Now you were more important, much more important.

 Trying not too make too much noise, she walked over to your bed, noticing how your figure rocked back and forth slowly. Once she had come close enough, she simply sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to take notice of the slight dipping of the mattress and how she emerged in your line of sight.

 As your eyes sprang open and focused onto hers, Wednesday truly did try not to flinch at the tears that were held there, the panic that still filled every brim of your body at being pushed and pulled in the crowd, the overlapping conversations feeling as if they had been cutting into your brain, your skin suddenly too hot, too tight.

 Slowly, she raised a hand, moving it at a pace that if at this moment you didn’t want to be touched, you could give her a sign that space was what you needed, but when you didn’t make any such sign she gently laid on top of your arm. The second her cool skin made contact with your own overheating one, you practically launched yourself into her arms.

 Your arms wound your way around her shoulders, burrowing your face into her neck, revelling in the calming scent that filled your space, the darkness that engulfed you as you pushed your face into the crook of her neck.

 “Cara Mia,” Wednesday murmured as her arms tightly wound around your waist, knowing you preferred pressure over light, barely there touches. “What is it you need from me right now, how can I help?”

 You would have given her an in-depth description of the how’s, and the why’s, if it hadn’t felt like your fucking throat had sewn itself shut. The feeling of not being able to talk, not be able to force the words out of your throat without being overcome with discomfort only made more tears spring to your eyes, made you push your face deeper into her neck, trying to get lost in anything over than the fact you felt like your body and mind were becoming so overfilled that you were about to break at the seams.

 Yet, Wednesday was fluent in many languages, luckily she had recently become more than acquainted with your body language.

 She could practically feel the desperation and distress radiating off of your body.

 Not knowing what else she could have done in the moment, she placed a hand o your hair and started slowly running her fingers through it in the way she knows you liked, gently scratching your scalp every now and then.

 “Would you prefer if we were to stay in silence?” she was glad no one was around to hear how sappy and soft she sounded.

 You shook your head, never lifting your head from the safety of Wednesday’s body, enjoying the way her skin was soft, yet had clearly refined muscles lurking beneath the surface. How she smelled of something so indescribable, yet so unbelievably her.

 Laying her head on your own, one hand still working its way through your hair, the other keeping its place at your waist, Wednesday pushed away thoughts about her reputation, or what people may think of the presumed dangerous, murderous Addams being reduced to a pile of mush all for you, and started humming a soft tune instead.

 So what if shed picked up a few of Enid’s softer songs, knowing you and the werewolf had similar tastes. She knew that one day they could come in handy, either from her own mouth or her cello, they’d be useful. Not because she wanted to impress you, no way.

 For an unknown amount of time, Wednesday held you against your body, rocking you both back and forth, never once halting in her movements or her humming.

  To you, it felt like she was a shield against the outside world, protecting you from it. She was your safe space, the one person you knew you could rely on to be there, no matter the circumstance. You hoped you were that for her too.

 Eventually, you felt somewhat better, your body still feeling slightly tense, your muscles aching slightly from not being strained for so long. But still. Better.

 You pulled back from Wednesday slightly, still keeping your arms loosely tied around her shoulders, ignoring the flushed, sticky feeling that coated your cheeks from your tears.

 “I-“ even from the simple letter, your throat closed up, feeling rough from the shallow breathing, not being able to pull much more air into you lungs despite having wanted nothing more than that one big breath that felt like your body was reset. Clearing your throat, you carried on. “I’m sorry. For, you know… this. And being late.”

 Despite your short sentences and the quiet way you uttered the words, Wednesday felt her heart crack again, she was reminded of the way she practically itched to get her hands on the people who mad you feel like this.

 “My love, don’t you dare apologise,” she trailed a finger from your brow, down to your jaw. “You have done nothing wrong. We both know more than most that this is not something you can control. The least those insufferable cretins could have done was be more aware of what they were doing. It’s amusing how they think I’m the intolerant one.”

 You huffed out a soft laughing, your eyes tracing over Wednesday’s face, not settling on one space for too long. You were still astounded to this day that you had been able to win Wednesday’s affections, to have her hold you in such a caring manner without holding a knife against your throat in the next second.

 “Wends, no murder, no maiming. We have a deal, remember? You leave at least half of the school alive, and you get to carry that ancient mace around with you.”

 “It’s not much of a deal, Y/N. You wouldn’t be able to pry the mace from my dead hands, I can do as I please and murder who I please. Regardless of whether you think it’s polite, or not.”

 At that you only quirked a brow at her, all you would have to do was say please and shed give you the world, shed burn it to the ground to watch you smile, or nurture it with a gentleness she had buried long ago. Until you. Still, whichever you pleased. She’d prefer the burning, but that’s irrelevant, watching as she rolled her eyes and grumbled some half-hearted excuse.

 “Irrelevant, my love. We are focusing on you, and what you need. Would you like to watch one of those inane movies you like? The ones that are a disgrace to every cinematic piece ever made?”

 Not having the energy to delve into how ‘Shrek’ was a masterpiece in its own right, you only nod gently.

 Tugging the gothic girl to lay down beside you, with your head resting on her shoulder as she pulled your laptop from your bedside table, already knowing how to load the movie due to the “innumerable amount of times” you had forced Wednesday “to watch such a pathetic excuse for entertainment.”

 You knew she’d say she hated it, but you didn’t miss the way her lips tugged up slightly when Donkey was petrified for whatever reason throughout the movie.

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix #jenna ortega #autistic!reader #reader

[wh3nturtlesfly]

Heyo! I saw your requests were open, and I was wondering if I could ask for a Hero that gets kidnapped by a yandere Supervillain? Maybe they drug hero up while they brush their hair or something else domestic.

Loved this idea, thanks for requesting! :)

Blurry. Hero blinked and tried to erase the fuzzy feeling from their mind. They ached. Their skin prickled all along their body while a distant pain throbbed in the back of their head. Hero moved to reach for the feeling only to find their wrists had been bound to the chair they sat in.

A sense of panic overwhelmed them. Hero pulled once against the ropes, a rough sting already emanating from where it had rubbed against their skin. They didn’t remember falling asleep, nor closing their eyes. They didn’t remember anything besides the sidewalk. It had been late, the hero had just finished their patrol. They had been walking home. They were just outside the turn to their street.

Hero had never made it around the corner.

“You’re awake!” The voice made Hero tense. Sickeningly sweet, it set the Hero’s teeth on edge. Their bindings wouldn’t allow them to turn and identify the voice. A hand in their hair made them go still.

“You worried me you know,” Long nails ran through Hero’s locks, “I thought I had hit you too hard, that I had ruined you and your beauty. I’m happy to see you still look as pretty as before,” there was a shuffling to their side, “this way though, you might look even prettier.”

From behind Hero the figure emerged and flicked on the light beside them. Hero winced as brightness flooded their senses and left their head pounding. Still fuzzy, all they could focus on was the dull ache in the back of their skull.

They were torn from their attempt to regain awareness by the hand that slid under their chin. A thumb stroked along their cheek and Hero flinched, gaze flickering up for a moment to catch sight of their captor.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve dreamed of this moment, of you, so close to me,” Villain smiled down at the Hero, “I knew once I had you, I’d be the luckiest person in the world.”

Hero tried to shrug away from the touch, but Villain’s grip only tightened. They grimaced at the feeling of sharp nails against their skin. Something hot began to flow down their cheek, thick and carrying the scent of iron. Hero again pulled at the ropes.

With everything Hero wished to turn away and rip themselves from the Villain’s hold. The cool fingers felt wrong on their face and Villain’s bright smile unnerved them in ways they couldn’t explain. They tried to fight it. To jerk away, break free, anything, but they were too weak. With their mind still hazy, the most Hero could manage was a slight twitch of their lips, a muffled groan, the smallest shake of their head.

Hopelessness overtook Hero. They felt their eyes well and tears began to trickle down their face. A gentle thumb brushed them away. “Shh,” Villain hummed, leaning close to press a kiss to the Hero’s forehead, “Don’t cry starlight, I’ll take good care of you. Let me show you how much I love you.” They brushed the bangs from Hero’s forehead, taking the strands into their fingers. Hero couldn’t help the choked sob that escaped their lips. They were stiff as Villain began to comb through the tangled strands.

Gentle fingers brushed through the locks plastered to Hero’s forehead. Villain was careful to unravel every knot, pressing a kiss to Hero’s temples with each snag they hit.

Once they had worked all the tangles from their hair, Villain gathered the strands and broke them into sections. Twisting one over the other, they formed an array of plaits that laid like a crown around Hero’s forehead. From their pocket Villain retrieved a delicate clip. It was silver, adorned with gems that glittered in the light. They slid it into Hero’s hair and secured it. Careful not to pull, they guided a few stray strands in the front to frame Hero’s face then backed away to gaze upon their masterpiece.

“Beautiful,” The Villain said, returning to press a kiss to Hero’s cheek, “And all mine.” They smiled with their head cocked to the side as if considering. Then, they turned to the Hero and regarded them with those welcoming eyes that sent a shudder down their spine. “Say it.”

“What?”

“Say it to me, I want to hear it on your lips.”

Hero blinked through the fog in their mind. Pain, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. It was the only thing they could feel, the ache deep within their bones and the distant urge to scream.

A hand laid over their own, fingers interlacing. Suddenly Hero felt something else. Gentle, soft- Somewhere they were still screaming and yet, this was new. It felt right.

The words emerged on Hero’s tongue and flowed from their mouth like molasses. Sickeningly sweet. Wrong- and yet they couldn’t think of why.

“All yours. I’m all yours.”

#turtlewrites #hero x villain #yandere villain #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #prompts #writing prompts #villain x hero

[hsr-texts]

heyo heyo! for the halloween event, may i request werewolf blade???

werewolf blade

;; ꒰ NOTE/s ꒱🎃 HAHAHA YES I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS. I was imagining a twilight au vampire dan heng x reader x werewolf blade as a joke. continuation of this part.

;; ꒰ WARNING/s ꒱🎃 intimidation, blood, threatening, mentions of corpse.

You sighed, shutting the door and making sure it was locked. After tonight's events, you didn't want to take any chances with a possible murderer out there. You wondered if you should live with your mother for the time being. It didn't feel quite safe to stay in this town. Should you even go to the police department and report this? Would that even help? It might seem weird to go up to the station and be like "Hey so I found this bleeding man who might've been stabbed in the woods last night and I tried to help him but he disappeared while I was trying to call for an ambulance."

Ugh, you were too tired to think. Maybe you'll just decide tomorrow morning.

You turned around, only to freeze in your tracks to find a pair of blood red eyes staring you dead in the eye from the shadows. Your body felt cold, colder than a corpse that's been left out to rot.

Your mind was shouting at you to run, to get away, but your legs wouldn't obey, simply too scared to move like you've lost all control of your own body.

Feeling your back press against the wooden surface of your door, you wondered if this was really how things would end. Dying alone in your own home.

The figure in the shadows stalked towards you. The small window beside your door allowed a little bit on moonlight to seep in, illuminating part of the figure's face to reveal long dark hair and those frighteningly red eyes.

Your heart thumped against your ribs, already starting to see your own life flash against your eyes as he gotten even closer.

He seemed to sniff at your body, his eyebrows knitted together. If looks could kill, maybe you already would've been dead by now. But by some miracle, this man hasn't killed you yet.

His face had gotten so close to yours, merely inches apart as he continued to study you. A frustrated expression befell his face when he noticed something, stepping back.

"A silver pendant. Tch." He looked to be quite irritated by this discovery.

Before you could process what was going on, he disappeared in a blink of the eye.

At that point, your legs couldn't even hold your body and you slid down, wondering what just happened.

That strange creature mentioned a silver pendant, didn't he? Your eyes widened when you remembered the item you got from your previous encounter with the wounded man.

You took it out from your pocket, holding it up to your eye in scrutiny. It seemed like this item had saved you from that creature. Did that man know this would happen? Even more questions bloomed in your mind.

Either way, you believed this was your opportunity to get out. You dialed your friend's number, wondering if they'd let you stay at their house for the night.

You didn't feel safe here.

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade x reader

[dddomenstarstwst]

Heyo!! Congrats on reaching 200 followers! If possible, id like to request prompt 8. with my boy izumi (fic) :3

➜ Vulnerable

Prompt: 8. "Hug me"

Character: Izumi Sena

Genre: Fluff, a little sprinkle of angst

Warnings: None

Word count: 629

Annoying. Everything was so annoying today. Izumi sighed heavily, his head started to ache. He didn't expect to come to practice and be met with this: Leo was whining about having no inspiration to write a new song; Tsukasa was so stressed for whatever reason so he decided to eat himself to death; Ritsu was on the floor, of course asleep; Arashi was too busy gushing about a new clothes store she found.

In one word: annoying. Izumi was in such a bad mood, he snapped on every person who got in his way. And, unfortunately, you were one of them. Izumi started nagging you about how you always overwork yourself, how you're clingy, how you get in everybody's business though you're not supposed to.

His words were extra harsh, and you chose to leave him alone, moving with your day, offended look in your eyes. Izumi kept staying in one place, comprehending what he said just now. He loved you more than anything in the world, you always support him and his career, always help him no matter what he asked, always compliment him.

For Sena you were perfect, an angel that was sent from heaven to him. But he offended that angel because of his bad mood. He promised to himself that he would never make you feel upset. He didn't want to disappoint you, that would break his heart. Yet, he did.

Izumi was trying to call you on the phone, but no response came back. He texted you a hundred messages, and was met with silence. He hated being ignored, especially by you. His blue eyes narrow, his head aching more than before. Izumi rushed to where he knew you would be.

He found you hunched over a bunch of papers - documents, perhaps, - you scribbled something on one of them. You heard him come in, but decided not to make it known. Izumi shifted his wait from one leg to another. Why was it so hard to just apologize?

You keep your silence, not paying him any attention. As much as you love your boyfriend, he said some offensive things to you. You heard a weak sob. At first you thought it was your imagination, but then you heard it again. You turned around.

"Ahem!" He coughed in a fist, expecting for you to turn around, hands open for a hug. You didn't. Izumi pressed his lips together, his fingers playing with each other. "Uhm.. [Name]?"

Izumi was looking down, his hands trembling, hot tears running down his red cheeks. You don't remember ever seeing him cry like this, so you didn't know what to do. You stood up and approached him slowly. Sena tried to roughly wipe his tears away, but you stopped his hands.

His eyes met yours, and a new wave of salty drops washed over him. "Hug me." He sounded so small, so vulnerable, so helpless. Gently you wrapped your arms around him, hiding his head in your chest. His hands gripped your shirt, shoulders shaking slightly.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm sorry I ignored you. I didn't mean to upset you, sweetheart. Please, don't cry, darling." Izumi shakes his head, looking up at you. You kiss his tears away, soft smile on your face.

"I should be sorry. I said so many bad things to you, I didn't want to. I was in a bad mood and– I'm sorry," you kiss him, combing his silver hair. Izumi hugs you tightly, a blush on his face.

As much as your boyfriend builds a facade around himself, you know who the real Izumi Sena is: your beautiful inside and out boyfriend, who is afraid to be open about his feelings. But you're glad he trusts you enough to be vulnerable around you.

#enstars #enstars fanfic #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars fanfic #ensemble stars x reader #izumi sena #izumi sena x reader

[thecardboardbutterfly]

Hermitpires Warrior cats AU

Introduction #1 - Grian & Pearl

Heyo! My name's Calypso, and I'm here to offer you my part drawn, mostly written Warrior cats Hermitcraft and Empires AU. It's something I would like to post as a fully written story on AO3, but I already have way too much work on my hands on that side, so Tumblr is it! Plus, it allows me to do something of my silly doodles x)

Hope you'll enjoy!

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Sunbird (Grian) and Moonflutter (Pearl) were born in Watcher clan, the most powerful of the four clans living in the forest. They are known as a very secretive clan, so no one really knows what's going on inside of it.

Like all the kittens in Watcher clan, they became apprentices around four moons old, but their mother, Skysight, refused to leave her kittens die for a clan that can't recognise their value and orchestrated their escape. At barely five moons old, Sunpaw, Moonpaw, and their brother Canarypaw ran away from Watcher clan, and stumbled into Pinetree's clan territory.

Sadly, they ran into a dog on the way there, and lost Canarypaw trying to escape it. Not only that, but Sunpaw fell from a small cliff, and would have died if it wasn't for Voidstar and his apprentice at the time, Ghostpaw.

Somehow, Sunpaw fully recovered from the fall. After that, Voidstar welcomed them in the clan, but despite the leader's approval, their origin is something a part of the cats have trouble accepting. On top of that, Voidstar decided he would put the two apprentices' training on hold until they reach six moons, to Sunpaw's biggest disappointment.

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Sunbird is an orange, short tabby tom with whiter parts of fur and brown eyes. Mentored by Voidstar himself, he grew to be a calm, yet somewhat cold cat, known for his talents of fighter. However, he was never able to fully leave behind his past: too scared of having to go back to Watcher's clan, he won't allow himself to break a single rule of the Warrior code, no matter what he has to go through. He's also a fierce protector of kittens, often seen around the nursery, keeping an eye on the kits. But the beliefs he was born and spent his early moons in keep clawing to his head in the form of one unique cat. He doesn't understand how Scarheart, Pinetree clan's second medicine cat, a cat that would have been deemed as useless and weak in his birth clan, could have been kept around for so long...

Moonflutter is a short silver and gray tabby she-cat with white paws and blue eyes. Mentored by Thunderrush, she grew into a fierce fighter and talented hunter. Unlike her brother, she knows that as long as she doesn't become a liability, there's no reason for Voidstar to exile her, so she make advantage of that... Sometimes a little too much. Beside her deep bond with a feline of Sunset clan, she doesn't have a lot of friends in the clan itself. Not for her past as a Watcher clan's apprentice, even of it plays a role in it, but more for her character. Most of the days, she tend to be very pleasant to be around, a fun company and a cat who gives great advices. But on the other days... Best case, she becomes grumpy and lonesome, which is manageable. However, during the worst days, she's irritable and aggressive to anyone who is not Sunbird or Wolfkit. Combined with Watcher clan's reputation of being bloodthirsty cats, not all the cats are ready to put in the effort of learning to know her personally, repulsed by her instability.

Let see how it goes for them in the near future...

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Did you guess which hermits are hidden between the other cats mentionned? Some of them are obvious, the others... A little less.

Scar is next!

See y'all soon, and have a great day!

#hermitcraft #grian #pearlescentmoon #Calypso's warrior cats AU

[ogdoadfates]

🎱 vaxleth in the the university au ^_^

( Ask game here )

Heyo!!! I rolled a two on my ancient silver dice!

1: When they are closer and don't have classes the next day (And Keyleth isn't going on a late night drive with Percy) the two of them will take a long night walk together or drive out of the city to a 'local' forest trail and walk there. (Vax loves how fireflies flock to Keyleth, really reinstates his nickname for her :3 )

2: Way later in their relationship (like near the end of college) the two get in the habit of giving each other a single flower after every main milestone in their schooling this later extends to every milestone they make in their careers. Keyleth gives Vax a bright and happy daisy (it's bright it's cheerful, a great representation of the joys he brings her, the joy she feels for him, and a good symbolism for her work), Vax gives Keyleth a black rose, it strikes everyone that doesn't know him as odd that thats the flower he gives her but it makes since, yes usually the meanings are bad but it can also mean rebirth (He's gone on a new path, one far away from the troubles of his past. Where one thing dies another begins) and it also represents his grim job. aka I made them give each other flowers that represent their jobs lol.

#critical role #keyleth #criticalrole #vax'ildan #vax #vaxleth #answered ask #college au

[thefreakishmuffin]

What your favorite Kuroshitsuji character says about you (Part 2)

Only doing two characters here because it came out longer than I anticipated, but for good reason, I think.

Elizabeth: This depends on what version of her is your favorite. If your favorite version of her is the one from the first two seasons of the anime, chances are you grew up on Sailor Moon, Disney movies, and possibly Hello Kitty. You are hyper, love cute things, and have a massive plushie collection. If your favorite version of her is the one from the manga and Book of Atlantic going forward, then everything you read is still true for you, with the added bit that you are selfless and make it a point to look out for others around you. Efforts that, unfortunately, don't get acknowledged.

Undertaker: This also depends on what version of him is your favorite, and there is a lot to go over because I have known a number of Undertaker fans and fangirls over the years. If your favorite version of him is from the first two seasons of the anime, you are a quirky and eccentric individual who is always down for a good laugh. You have a somewhat dark and twisted sense of humor, and while disturbing to others, this sense of humor helps you find like-minded, equally twisted weirdos who love you for who you are. And you may have had a goth phase, or still are goth, and we love to see it (heyo, same). If your favorite version of him is from the manga and Book of Atlantic going forward, then you not only have a dark and twisted sense of humor, but it has likely landed you in trouble on more than one occasion. People either find you a riot to be around or the most disturbing person they've ever met. And... Let's be real here... As soon as you saw this man lift up his silver hair and show off his smooth skin and green, reaper eyes to the world, you instantly fell in love. This is what you were going to live for from here on out. You either used to or still do, dream of the Undertaker coming to you in the dead of night and whisking you away, with the two of you to never be seen again. And again, you either were or are, goth.

Probably a part 3 coming.

#kuroshitpost #kuroshitsuji #black butler #elizabeth midford #kuroshitsuji elizabeth #kuroshitsuji undertaker #undertaker

[sagemonsters]

Heyo! It’s been a hot second since I’ve posted about any writing activity in my life—the end of my university semester + some familial troubles has really kept me away from my drafts—BUT I’m getting back into the swing of things! I have a new WIP that I’m hoping to finish the second draft of before my autumn semester starts on August 22nd.

The WIP doesn’t have a title for now, but is best described as “Dungeons & Dragons meets Indiana Jones meets monster romance” and is a cis male centaur x AMAB nonbinary human/elf hybrid romance novella. I’m hoping to publish it on Kindle and/or Smashwords once I’ve finished the draft and made all necessary edits.

The story takes place in a high fantasy setting inspired by the pre-Islamic Middle East and northern Africa. If I may gush… the setting itself is what made me fall in love with the story. I’ve been listening to the Fall of Civilizations YouTube channel and really vibing with the episode about the Nabatean civilization + looking at some stunning photography of the real-world Namib Desert along the west coast of southern Africa.

The first draft of this nameless WIP was set in a generic kitchen sink fantasy universe in the standard western European flavor, and I really didn’t click with it; even adding my favorite biome (temperate rainforest) as the backdrop for an important location didn’t make me have fun with what I was writing. However, once I changed the setting to something more geographically & culturally distinct, I started to enjoy it a lot more.

But characters are important too!

Taji Seventhborn is a linquist-mage who specializes in translating a variety of ancient languages into a variety of contemporary ones. They’re newly graduated from a thaumaturgic university in the (ofc fictional) city of Al-Darabous, and struggle with a mild anxiety disorder. Taji is the POV character for the entire novella.

I used the Baydews 2.0 picrew to make a portrait of them, which I’m not 100% happy with because it makes Taji look 14 rather than their actual age of 24. However, it’s still nice to have a visual representation of the character.

Cimitrius Firefoot is the centaur character and love interest. He’s a little older than Taji at 27 and is a warrior rather than a mage. He leads a band of adventurers, and was contracted by Lord Sindiso (along with Taji; that's how they meet) to guard an expedition searching for an ancient temple somewhere among the ghost-wracked dunes of Tindaalo Desert.

Excerpt below the cut!

Taji took a deep breath and looked around the Square. Even though dawn had not yet broken, there were plenty of people about. Veiled women filled pitchers with water from the fountain, their bangles tinkling as they moved, and the first wagons were being admitted through the massive, studded ironwood doors of the Victory Gate on their way to the marketplace. Shutters were being opened in the windows of the tenement buildings that flanked the Square, and street vendors pulled their hand-carts into position in preparation for hawking food, drinks, trinkets, and everything else under the sun. Another busy day was getting ready to dawn in Al-Darabous, and—for the first time—Taji would be leaving it all behind.

Their nerves jangled like the delicate silver chains that the Emperor’s court dancers tied into their braids. They scanned the two major thoroughfares that fed into the Square over and over, shifting their weight from food to foot as time wore on. The gray dawnlight blushed into the full brilliance of morning, and a cacophony of bells tolled in the high white towers to mark the occasion. Taji pulled the papyrus letter out of their pocket and read the last lines for what might have been the thirtieth time:

Prepare and outfit yourself for a long journey through the desert, and meet us in the Square of the Leaping Gazelle before sunrise on the seventh day of Firefall.

#sage speaks #writeblr #writing wip #monster romance #original fiction

[a-real-chicxulub-vibe]

Heyo! This is a bit out of the blue, but I am missing Ciaran and the Knights of Gwyn these days, so since I know you are a fellow Ciaran stan, I wanted to ask if you had any favorite headcanons for her? :)

Oh man!! Lots! Thank you for asking, the Lord's Blade is a seriously compelling character and I'm always happy to talk about her. :>

Here's a few to do with her pre-Knighthood days.

🥀🥀🥀

🗡️ Ciaran remembers when the world was young. Orphaned and friendless at a young age, she spent her childhood among the ghettos of New Londo, built underground to help withstand the frequent dragon attacks.

🗡️ Ciaran is indeed a full-blooded Medial, or one born of Gwyn's race. Her parents likely died in the war, though as a girl she always secretly suspected they abandoned her. All the other adults of New Londo were shady, dangerous. Her parents must have fit right in.

🗡️ As a child, Ciaran developed a passion for theater. Ciaran would eventually weaponize this to become anyone she needed to be as the mission demanded. But as a child, it was innocent, and for a time she and the other children would perform shows in the evenings. Perhaps she had always wanted to be someone else.

🗡️ Ciaran loves flowers. As a child in New Londo, sny artifacts from the surface were treasures. The glowing Darkroot Lilies became particular favorites, as they grew best in the dark.

🗡️ As a young woman, she too volunteered to fight in the Dragon War, and eventually became a Silver Knight. As a New Londo urchin, who was familiar with the humans and the shadows, she was already an outcast. She also became known for forgoing any shield on the battlefield, preferring dual swords.

🗡️ The snowy-white north was a deathtrap. The Dragons still ruled there in Ciaran's time, and the territory was of little value. Still, she and her company were assigned to go, and serve under an unproven captain.

🗡️ Those years in the north were the hardest she had ever known. Endless ice, blizzards, snowfalls higher than the top of one's head. People starved. People died. Ciaran was a recluse. She twisted orders. She broke off from formations. She was ungovernable. She was hopeless. She was going to die here. And for who?

🗡️ A great dragon ambushed the meager camp one day, and Ciaran predictably became separated. She was ready to accept her fate. But the captain leapt from the side, and misdirected the deadly strike. Shielding her with his body, he suffered horrific scars, before the dragon moved on. There, they were abandoned in the snow, left to die.

🗡️ Ciaran came to terms with the betrayal of her peers slowly. Not that she was shocked to have been forgotten, per se. She had already seen herself as unlikeable, unknowable. But the fact that one specifically of their number -- the strange young captain -- had almost died for her. And now they both lay injured and dying and alone in the snow. And with nothing else to do but wait, they talked.

🗡️ Ornstein, he said his name was. His family destroyed by the dragons, just like hers apparently was. But somehow the moron managed to twist his tragedy into a misguided sense of honor and duty. How sad. Didn't save his life, now did it?

🗡️ She heaved him onto her back that day, and they trudged through the snow. They rendezvoused with the rest of the contingent days later, where the poor captain was wheeled away by a gaggle of priests. Surely he wouldn't make it. It all was surely for naught. Everyone was going to die, one day. She couldn't understand why she had even bothered to help.

🗡️ She deserted. They could search all they want--Ciaran knew disappearing like no one else. Her next years were regrettable. She drank, she gambled. The terrible memories of the north stuck to her, like starvation to one's ribs, like frostbite to the toes. It was vital that she forgot. It was vital that she find out how to live again. It was vital she that she forget she never knew how to live at all.

🗡️ Years later, she received a plain-stamped letter. A letter of thanks. An invitation to a warm meal and a warm bed, courtesy of a nameless benefactor. How could she refuse? And indeed, how could said benefactor not find and repay the woman who long ago in the terrible North had saved his life?

sorry, I you said "favorite headcanons", but,,,

#can't believe i haven't been following you??? i might be stupid #I ought to write some more general headcanons for all the knights actually #because this just veered into Fanfictionville and while that's cool that's also a complete cop-out #Yeah i hc her sexuality and favorite food and shit too but I'll get to that #anyways. Thanks again for the ask <3 #Dark Souls #Lord's Blade Ciaran #Dragon Slayer Ornstein #headcanon #dark souls headcanon

[twary]

Heyo, maybe 16 with Polnareff? SFW or NSFW, as long as you're having fun. Thank u!!

Heeeeey anon, darling! <3 Thanks for the request! This one suits him so well-

I've decided to make if SFW, i'm soft today 🥺🥰

✨ Prompt list ✨

"If anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you." x Polnareff

Cut for length~

You and Polnareff were out in the city, you were invited to go shopping with him, Pol was going to a friend's wedding and needs your help to choose something to wear on the occasion, he is not really used to this kind o event.

The stores were all so boring, nothing was getting your attention, all the formal models looked identical to each other, until you pass in front of a certain store.

"So, what about this one here? I think it's very you." You point out to a modest, but gorgeous suit, it's silver and have little blue details on the tie. "It can even match with your pretty eyes, sir" You complete in a joke tone.

"Oh, do you think so, pretty lady? We shall give it a try then" He follows your tone

With little giggles you two get inside the store, were a beautiful attendant greets you two; she have a model's body and a bright smile.

"I didn't know the store's model were supposed to serve the customers, huh. You're formidable, chéri..." He politely take her hand and softly kiss it.

You roll your eyes, he is with that dumb expression on.

"So, bele, I would like to try that gray suit that is in the window"

With that, Polnareff takes the suit and go change, you are outside waiting for him to call you. A long time has passed and he still hasn't called you.

"Pol why are you taking so long? Is everything alright?" You knock lightly on the door. After a little, he opens it.

"Ugh, it's not fitting at all" He is in his usual pants, but still with the shirt and tie from the set, the tie was untied.

You gei in and approach him to start tying his tie. "At least the tie fits very well, it really matches your eyes. Perhaps you should have asked for a bigger size for the attendant...Or maybe even a kiss, she's very beautiful huh?"

Noticing your sarcastic tone and expressions, Polnareff lets out a teasing giggle and places one of his hands on the wall behind you, pinning you facing him in that little dressing room.

"Yeah, she's beautiful, but..." He gets closer to your face, he's voice is like silk "If anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you"

Having his face so close to yours makes you feel hot and, somehow, anxious.

"I love you" His mouth is an inch from your ear, his voice is low and you can feel his breath.

He moves away from you and exhales:

"Well, i'll ask for a bigger size and buy it. I've really liked the colors and i don't want to walk more just to find the same suits than before."

He leaves as if nothing happened there. You stood there for a long time, until you realized what had just happened. Whe you leave, Polnareff was walking out of the store. You take quick steps to reach him.

"H-hey Polnareff! You can't just say something like this and just walk away!"

"Oh, i think i get it, you want more than words."

Without a warning he turns to you, cup one of your cheeks and kiss you. You were surprised by his sudden action, but you can't say you don't like it. The kiss is passionate yet soft.

Your lips are separated from his: "By the way, mon amour…I was wondering if you would like to be my date for this wedding"

Even if you're still a little static from the kiss, you still manage to get a response ready.

"So? You're going to propose me in there?" Your joke is meant to try to keep your cool.

"Who knows" But his reply just make you lost it even more.

"W-What?!" You're all red, he always had this effect on you.

"Oh! There's a spot near by that sells an excellent macaron! You really should try it, let's go!" He takes you by the hand and start walking.

As he walks you take this little time to admire him. How long have you liked him, huh? You don't even know the answer anymore. You're just happy to finally knows that he feels the same.

#polnareff headcanons #polnareff jojo #jjba polnareff #jean polnareff #jp polnareff #polnareff x reader #polnareff stardust crusaders #polnareff scenario #polnareff imagine #polnareff x you #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba scenarios #jjba imagines #jjba part 3 #jjba stardust crusaders #part 3 polnareff #part 3 stardust crusaders #jjba prompt #writing prompt

[giggly-squiggily]

Mountain Distance (Pokemon Sword and Shield)

Heyo everyone! This is a commission for the wonderful @fullstone22​! They have requested some more Gordie content, and how can I say no to that? :D Really- I’ve been slowly but surely working my way back to Pokemon; this fic really made me happy to write, and I hope it makes you happy too! Thank you so much for your support!

Summary: You were invited to train in the Isle Of Armor for a year. It’s gonna be a tough time without you, but your boyfriend Gordie is supportive as ever.

“Do you have everything? Potions, poke balls, snacks?” Gordie fussed beside you as you straightened your bag, the sound of your train growing closer. Since you’d been invited to the Isle of Armor, Gordie was a ball of excitement and nerves. The closer the day of your departure got, the more anxious he grew.

If you were being honest, you found it rather endearing. It reminded you of Melody in some ways.

Not that you’d ever voice that outloud.

“Gordie, I’ll be fine.” You laughed, walking up and taking his hands gently, bringing them to your lips. “It’s only for a year, and I’ll be staying with Master Mustard at his dojo. You’ve met him and his wife; they’re great people. Once I’m there I’ll call you up and give you all the updates.”

“You better- I’m not sleeping until you do.” Gordie started to pout, making you laugh as you leaned forward and kissed it away.

“I’ll be sure to come back and visit, and I’ll call you every night.” You told him between kisses, pressing your foreheads together. “And YOU better take care of yourself too. No distractions during gym battles while I’m gone.”

“Can’t be helped; you're my muse.” Gordie smiled, kissing you back tenderly just as the train to Isle Armor arrived. The conductor; a tall man with unusually bright silver eyes;  nodded at you in greeting before taking your things.

“I gotta go. I love you, Gordie. I promise to call!” You gave him one last kiss before backing into the train, keeping your eyes on him as you took a seat. “Win the championship for me!”

“That’s my line!” Gordie called out with a wet laugh as you rode away, the sound of the heavy machinery drowning out his call. Before long, you were off, leaving Gordie at the station.

“Have fun, (Y/N).” He whispered, tucking his hands into his pockets and turning to leave. Just as he did so, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Pulling it out, it had one new message:

{(Y/N): Hey, guess what? I love you :D}

Gordie laughed, shaking his head as he walked back home, writing a responding “I love you too”.

Maybe the year won’t be so bad afterall.

~~~

“And wouldn’t you know it? Just as I thought I had all of the Wooloo’s secure, the smallest one of all followed me into my house! She wouldn’t go back- she stayed by my side the entire time.” Milo laughed as he spoke, reminiscing on his latest endeavor with the new Wooloo babies. “She reminds me so much of my brother when he was a tot!”

Gordie nodded along, half listening. It had been a few months since he’s seen his partner. While they stayed true to their promise to call every day and visit at least once a month, it didn’t mean his longing for them eased.

Today though- it hadn’t been longing that was distracting him. At least- not that entirely.

The other night, he had a dream of them. They were reunited once more, running about a great green field and throwing themselves into each other's arms. At some point his partner had him pinned, tickling him like no tomorrow and blowing raspberries against his stomach.

It was a nice dream, but it put the rock gym leader in an awful lee mood.

“You’ve been quiet today, Gord. What’s on your mind?” Milo asked, smiling patiently as the gym leader startled.

“Just thinking, that’s all.” Gordie tried for a smile, internally cringing when Milo furrowed his brow. “I guess I’m really missing (Y/N), today.”

“Ah, I see.” Milo nodded, seeming satisfied with the answer. “Hang in there, Gordie! They’ll be back before you know it.”

“Yeah…you're right. Thanks.” Gordie bit down a sigh as he turned back to his phone. He’d be fine. He’d just have to make it until you either visit again or your home. He could do this-

A sudden poke to the side made him spasm, nearly chucking his phone. “Gah! M-Milo?”

The redhead merely smiled. Green eyes aflame with all knowing. “What? You look so down I thought I’d cheer you up, that’s all.”

Gordie found himself scooting away some, feeling his face burn as Milo turned to face him properly. “I’m really not that upset; I’ll be fine in time-”

“Oh no! You're clearly in need of cheering up now, yes?” Milo moved so fast Gordie could barely react, quickly pinning him to the couch below with a wide grin. “(Y/N) would be disappointed if you stayed so sullen. What am I supposed to tell them if I let you carry on?”

“You talked to them?” Gordie was about to ask more questions when hands started pinching his waist and sides, making him squirm and giggle. “Wehhehehehn?”

“The other day. They told me whenever you start looking especially down to help you out.” Milo leaned down so he could speak into his friend's ear, a teasing note in his tone. “They also told me about helping you out in your lee moods.”

Gordie flushed near crimson, his laughter increasing when Milo found a particularly sensitive spot on his ribs, making him snort. “Whahahahhat, whehhehen did yohohohou heahahhar- Gehahahahahahaha!” Fingers were now under his arms, pressing through the thick material of his jacket with little trouble. “Mihihihihiihlo!”

“Hm? What is it, Gordie?” His friend cooed, clearly having a great time.

“Ihihihihihit tihihiihihihikcles!”

“So it does!” Milo chuckled, reaching up and grabbing Gordie’s hands. “Hey, Gordie. What’s your favorite fruit?”

Oh no. Oh dear. “Dohohohon’t you dahhahhare-”

“Cause mine is…Raspberries!” Milo grinned before burying face into Gordie’s stomach.

PFFFFFFFFT!

“AH! AHEHAHAHHAHAHA! MIHIHIIIHIHLOO!” Gordie howled, twisting this way and that as Milo blew raspberry after raspberry. Even with his shirt protecting his skin, the raspberries were ridiculously effective. Each one sent wave after wave of ticklish tingles up and down his nerves, making him scream and flail. “COOHOOHOHOHOME OHOHOOHOOHN!”

“Don’t tell me you're not having fun, Gordie.” Milo said between attacks, the big brother in him coming out full force. His hands released the blondes before coming back to his sides, wiggling into the soft flesh of his torso and adding to the Gordie’s predicament. “When (Y/N) was here, the two of us would gang up on you all the time! You didn’t fight back then, and your night fighting back now!”

Gordie could only cackle as he shoved at the farmer’s shoulders. “YOHOHOOHOHU EHEHHEHEHEHVIL!”

“And you're too ticklish!” Milo laughed into his stomach, nuzzling him gently before finally sitting back. “Feeling better, friendo?”

His hair was a mess. His cheeks were aflame and his sunglasses were crooked. His lungs were on fire and his entire body felt tingly from head to toes.

Milo asked him if he was feeling better?

Honestly…yeah. He kinda was.

“Yoohohu suck.” He laughed, shoving the redhead and making Milo wheeze so hard he rolled off the couch. Before long the two of them were laughing hysterically, overcome with glee.

Yeah- he could make it the rest of the year.

~~~

It was less than 7 degrees celsius this morning. Everything was ice cold- including Gordie, but he didn’t care.

Standing in a large jacket and scarf, he bounced on his heels with his hands in his pockets as he waited impatiently for the train to arrive. He had received your text last night- it took him everything in his power not to rush over to the station then and there.

A solid 2 hours in the cold and three cups of coffee later, the large metal beast pulled up, vibrating the tracks and blaring through the cold morning. Around him, trainers and those alike got on and off, fading away into nothing as you appeared.

All it took was one look. Before he knew it, you were running full force, tossing your bag to his left before launching yourself into his ready arms. Your lips tasted like coffee and donuts, and your cheeks were flushed from the cold.

“Gordie.” You breathed when you two finally pulled away, smiling so big it rivaled the sun. Gordie felt his heart soar. “I’m home.”

“Welcome home, rockstar.” He let out a choked laugh, kissing you again and again.

I hope this was good!

#Pokemon #sword and shield #gordie #reader insert #milo #gordie x reader #tickle #tickle fic #raspberries #fluff #I tried to avoid any and all angst #I wanted the fic to still be lighthearted and fluffy #I hope you like it! :D #thanks for reading!

[silversupremacy]

heyo! saw your post about tarot card readings, is it okay if I have a reading?

also I really like your work! Silver Spoon supremacy is real hehe I just think he's a silly

Same as the others, calling on Past, Present, Future, Current Problem, Solution, and Words from the Guides (The guides being whatever guiding force you want)

Past Nine of Cups Card of comfort and satisfaction. The weight of the past falls away to reveal comfort.

Present Justice Signifies a crossroad situation, be ready to consider the situation from all angles and the truth will unveil.

Future The Hermit Get ready for a shift in your life that will require contemplation and inner guidance. Listen to your intuition.

Problem Two of Pentacles A card representing Adapting to change. You might be struggling to accept this shift in your life.

Solution The Hanged Man Card of sacrifice, mostly of real world in exchange for your inner world. Let go of all the noise of the real world and look within yourself for the answer to adapting to these crossroads. Listen to your inner self.

Words from Guides Reversed Ten of Wands The guides are literally jsut saying you're stressed and burned out dude. Take a break, you need it.

Overall thoughts: Looks like you've got a big life change going on now or soon. Don't over stress about it, but listen to your intuition and don't let the outside factors skew your judgement.

Side note, super glad you like my work :) Sorry this reading took a day more, I've been busy- I hope the reading helps you a little!

#maow #text #ginger alter tag

[magma-queen]

Heyo! If requests are open how about Naomi x Navel (aka little guy) from Trauma Center? :3 Maybe some good ol cheer up/destress tickles for one of them after a long day :)

Take your time friend! Have an amazing day!

Of course! ❤️❤️ anything for you, luv! Here you go! I hope you like it! :3

The blond man sat in his chair with his head in his hands. He was about to crash from exhaustion.

“Ugh!! Why doesn’t any of this make sense?! I don’t have any evidence of this being a murder!”

A low, feminine voice appears in the doorway. “Having trouble again, little guy?”

That spooked him so much that he fell out of his chair. He groaned, trying to get back up. “Dr. Kimishima.. please don’t scare me like that..” He saw her standing in the doorway with a rare smile across her face. “Shouldn’t you be resting? It hasn’t even been a week since your operation.”

“I’m fine. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be standing here right now. I was operated on by a great surgeon.. it’s a shame he had to return to prison.. for a crime he didn’t commit. And besides.. I don’t over exhaust myself like you do.”

“Hmph.”

"I could say the same thing to you since it looks like you haven’t had rest in 3 days.”

Navel hopped back into his chair and tried to resume his work. “I’m just trying to catch up with information for your next case.”

“Little guy.. I won’t be out of Resurgam until about 3 weeks. Why are you starting on this case now? And without me?”

He sighs. "I'm just trying to give you less work to do, that’s all. You’ve been through a lot.. and I wanted to help you out.”

“Hmm..” She slowly walked to the chair, then rested herself on the back of it, watching him type away. “But it’s time for you to shut down that computer and get some sleep.”

Navel laughed and turned his chair around, making Naomi back up.

“That’s funny. Because back when we were researching GUILT for Professor Blackwell.. you had me running a million miles an hour just to get everything ready for you to operate.. and I remember being on the computer for at least 2 straight days during our Savato research.”

“That was then, little guy. This is now.” Naomi says, no emotion in her voice. But her voice suddenly turned from emotionless to irritated. “What did I tell you about talking about the past?”

The blond rolled his eyes. “To not speak about it. But all I’m saying is-“

“I know what you’re saying. But I’M saying that was then. This is now. *sigh* We couldn’t get along very well back then.. but now..”

“We’re partners..”

She cleared her throat. “Ahem.. anyway.. it’s time to turn the computer off.”

He ignored her and kept typing at the computer keys. “Gimme a few minutes.”

“I’m giving you a few SECONDS.”

The blond felt his heart sink. He wouldn’t admit it, but in a way, he was afraid of Naomi because of how smart she is.

“Navel.”

That scared him even more. Her calling him by his actual name???

“I’m too young to die” He thinks.

The silver haired woman walks back to the chair, and she wraps her arms around the blond man. Immediately upon contact, he squeals and tries to jump away.

“What was that..?” Naomi asks, somewhat startled at his outburst.

“N-nothing, you just.. startled me. A lot.”

She raises her eyebrow. “You squealed. What did you think I was going to do, little guy? Attack you?”

“My honest opinion? Yes.”

“Hmmm…” She closely observed him. She could clearly see that his face was flushed, his muscles were tense, indicating stress, and that squeal.. it wasn’t normal. “Little guy..?”

“Wh-what?”

“Are you..” She paused, then she grinned. “Ticklish?”

His face turned into a dark shade of pink. “What?? No. Wh-why would you ask me that?”

“Because, once again.. you squealed. If you were afraid that I was going to HURT you.. your reaction would’ve been different.”

*blush*

He hated that she could read people so well.

“Just tell me the truth, Little guy. I’m very good at detecting liars.”

“O-okay… yes… when you grabbed me, you tickled me.” He admitted. “Happy now?”

She smiles. “Not quite.”

“Huh-? Aaaah!!!”

He was dumbfounded when she lunged at him once more, tackling him to the ground and wiggling her fingers in his armpits.

“B-BWAHA-! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! AHAHAH- D-DOHOHOHOCTOR KIHIHIHIMISHIMA!!! WAIT- AHAHAHAHAH-!”

That rare smile appears on her face once more. “My my, little guy… Aren’t you the ticklish one?”

“GAHAHAHAHH- N-NO TEHEHEHEHEASING!! AHAHAHAHAHA- M-MERCY!! STAHAHAHP!!!!”

“Why on earth would I stop now? You certainly need the break, little guy.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAT LIHIHIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIIHIHIS!!! AHAHAHAH- D-DOCTOR PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

She smiled once more. “Are you going to get off the computer and go to bed?”

“YEHEHEHEHES YEHEHEHEHES AHAHAHAH- JUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHP!!”

And with that, Naomi’s hands pulled away from him, and that sly smirk stayed attached to her face.

“Heh.. hehehe.. hehe.. D-Doctor.. that was.. hahaha.. not funny..”

“Really now? Because you were laughing so hard, it seemed pretty funny to you.”

Navel glared, trying to fully catch his breath. Then he stood up from his chair. “Alright, I’ll go to bed..”

“Good. And don’t do anything else on this case without me. Understand?”

“Yes, Doctor Kimishima.” He sighs, trying to walk past her. “What’re you-“

She stops him, and presses a kiss to his cheek.

“D-Doctor-!”

“Hmhm. Get some rest, little guy.” She laughs, walking in the other direction as if nothing happened.

Navel stood there, holding his cheek, shocked beyond belief. “You know… I’ve always been wrapped around your little finger..”

#Requests #Trauma Center #Trauma Team #Naomi x Navel #Fics #Naomi Kimishima #Navel #Giggly-Squiggly #Asks #ask #Tickling

[tornadoyoungiron]

GREEN WITH ENVY - Chapter 17 - The Parting of the Ways

Flying Scotsman and Bittern bid farewell and head back to the mainland. Stainer confronts Yvonne and finds out something very worrying. Green Arrow and Tornado finally talk.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38074708/chapters/97620891

“Heyo it’s Spence!” 

Spencer felt the pressure in his boiler drop as he realised who it was waiting at Ulfstead Castle station for him.

“Hello little brother,” he managed to grind out as he came to a halt at the platform. "And it's Spencer, not Spence."

Bittern ignored his older brother's sneer. 

"Someone's needs to get that stick out of his axles huh?" Bittern teased with a mischievous grin and Spencer sniffed annoyed. 

"I saw Mallard before coming here," Spencer said annoyed and instantly the grin disappeared and Bittern began to scowl.

"Oh," Bittern simply said. 

"Yes," Spencer looked away from his brother. "He was acting, weird."

"Weird?"

"He was happy that Flying Scotsman got his rebuild and is coming back to the mainland," Spencer said with a worried look. 

Bittern raised his eyebrow, his expression very confused. 

"You sure you were talking to Mallard and not Sir Nigel?" Bittern asked. "You are quite old now Silver Link."

"It was definitely Mallard," Spencer said with a completely serious face, ignoring Bittern's facetious act. "I just had an off feeling about the whole thing."

Bittern looked at Spencer curiously before looking at Flying Scotsman sitting ahead of them being admired by onlookers before his big trip back to the mainland with Bittern. 

Something wasn't sitting right in his boiler.

"I told Truro," Spencer said. "He's keeping an eye on everything but he's also highly suspicious."

"Surprised that old duck hasn't gotten the cold iron sleep yet, he's been preserved for so long," Bittern huffed. "Maybe he's softening up at his age."

"I highly doubt that," Spencer said with a roll of his eyes. "He tried to kill Scotsman remember."

#ttte fanfic #ttte tornado #ttte spencer #ttte mallard #ttte bittern #ttte green arrow #ttte green with envy #ttte young iron

[instantn00ds]

Heyo! I’ve been posting kinda frequently? lol We’ll see how long that lasts. For my Felinette POTO people! Here’s a little preview of what I’ve been cooking up. I’m thinking I’ll post on ao3 when I’m done with all of it, but tbh we’ll see what I’m feeling. Hope you guys enjoy!

“Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen: a set of silver studs, in the shape of simple, delicate circles. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theater, is still in pristine condition. May I start at twenty francs?”

There was no movement in the crowd gathered at the dilapidated opera house; the jewelry looked plain– of no value to those hoping to resell or show off. But Adrien was entranced by the way they glimmered, hypnotized by the memory of her.

“Fifteen, then?” the auctioneer questioned, “Fifteen I am bid.”

This seemed to motivate the spectators, as slowly, but surely, they began to liven. As the bidding continued, Adrien snapped out of his trance long enough to buy the studs.

“Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Agreste! Thank you, sir.”

The earrings, placed in a small velvet box, were handed across to the old man. Now, he could study them– focus with a closer view. They felt foreign in his aged hands, heavy almost. As if they carried a weight far beyond that which they should. If these were the earrings– her earrings– Adrien supposed it would make sense. Afterall, Marinette often carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Quietly, half to himself, half to the box, Adrien smiled, “A collector’s piece indeed– every detail exactly as she said.” He began thinking of his dear, old friend as a smile broke upon his lips. She often spoke of them, her earrings, their hypnotizing gem and shiny, polished metal. What became of them when she’d been gone?

Adrien’s attention returned to the auctioneer, as he resumed with the next item, “Lot 666, then: A chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of Chat Noir: a mystery never fully explained. We are told ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster.”

“Our workshops have restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re-assembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination. Gentleman?”

The auctioneer switched on the chandelier. There was an enormous flash as the bulbs came to life, shining and blinding those who looked directly at them. Adrien remembered a time, not long ago, when those bulbs were instead candles– each requiring its own attention to light. He recalled what it looked like when the wax would drip down, milky and hot, as smoke would rise from the small flames. He remembered the stage hands and how they would complain each night the chandelier was to be lit– how hot it made the room, especially when the crowds packed in, a sea of people. It was like he could see the opera house restore itself before his very eyes.

#miraculous ladybug #phantom of the opera au #felinette #felix x marinette #agreste twins #more like agreste brothers lol #I haven’t decided yet #miraculous pv