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ty-bayonet-betteridge · 6 months

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two of the transfems youre friends with have been talking to you about the clinic they got their bottom surgery done at. apparently its dirt cheap, and the surgeon - despite some oddities and, your friends admit, poor hygiene - is incredibly talented. theyre more than happy to give you her phone number when you ask, and while it sounds simultaneously incredibly sketchy and way too good to be true, at this point youre just so broke, desperate, and tired of gatekeepers that you're willing to give it a shot.

you call on a thursday afternoon, and the call is picked up on the fourth ring, when youre just gearing up to hear an answering machine. the voice on the other end sounds like a middle-aged woman with a smoking habit trying to sound like a cheery, bubbly young girl, and mostly succeeding. hiiiii! what can i do for you? she asks. you say er im looking for a surgical clinic is this the right number? she says mhm! thats me. you say okay, i just have a few questions. she says shoot. you say do you take patients who arent referred to you? she says nobody refers patients to me so yes. then she giggles. youve never heard somebody pull off a giggle in real life. you ask okay, so ive been looking for a place to get my metoidoplasty done, can you do that here? she says i dont know what that is give me like five seconds. then the line goes silent. you can hear her typing on a mechanical keyboard and humming to herself as she reads. youre now convinced that this is not in any way a legitimate medical institution.

youre about to hang up when she comes back on the line. OH you need a dick she says. sure i can do that! does tuesday afternoon work for you? i have that morning free too but i HATE getting up in the mornings so id rather not schedule it if i have to. you say tuesday afternoon is fine, how long should i expect the visit to be? she says i dont know like seven hours? you say seven hours? she says yeah give or take a few, every person is different so i dont know what itll be like until ive got your cunt opened up. honestly probably best to take the whole day off just in case it turns out to be a tough operation. you dont respond to that immediately. she says oh shoot should i not use the word cunt, is that too gendered? sorry. you say no its fine. you say i thought i was just going in for a consult? she says i mean yeah if youd rather. i dont mind doing same-day but some people like having more time to think about their options. do you have somewhere to be tuesday night or something? you say no its just... no tuesday afternoon should be fine. she says okay great!

she gives you her address. she says knock three times so i know its you and not my parole officer. parole officer you ask? she says im being good i promise but i still hate talking to him hes boring. you say if you dont mind me asking what were you imprisoned for? she says the ones i plead guilty to at the trial were a hundred and ninety-two counts of first-degree murder with a parahuman ability, two hundred and fifty-six counts of physical and emotional torture with a parahuman ability, five hundred and six counts of intentional infliction of emotional distress with a parahuman ability, four hundred ninety-eight counts of aggravated assault and battery with a parahuman ability, four hundred twenty five counts of domestic terrorism with a parahuman ability and two hundred and twelve counts without, three counts of arson, two hundred forty two counts of burglary with a parahuman ability, three hundred eight four counts of robbery with a parahuman ability, four hundred twenty seven counts of abduction with a parahuman ability, a hundred eighty six counts of human trafficking with a parahuman ability, three hundred ninety counts of destruction of public property with a parahuman ability, eighty counts of possession of a controlled substance, more than three thousand conspiracy and complicity charges in various felonies, eighteen violations of the Geneva Conventions, and the unauthorized practice of medicine. i plead not guilty to the larceny, sexual assault, contempt of court, corporate espionage, and identity theft charges and the prosecutor didnt really try to fight it since i had already earned seventy life sentences from the other stuff so im technically innocent of those.

you dont say anything to that.

after three seconds of silence she says sooooooooo i'll see you tuesday? you say tuesday, yeah. what was your name again? Riley, she says. Riley Grace Davis. you say thanks again and then hang up.

you debate constantly during the intervening days whether you should go on tuesday. youre grateful your friend group is so slutty; it means youve already seen with your own eyes that this surgery is real and not just a lure to murder you. still, you have some reservations, which you think is perfectly understandable.

you call one of your friends whos been there already. she picks up and you say if this is a joke its only sort of funny. she says if whats a joke? you say the clinic. you say you DID give me the actual number to the place where you actually had your bottom surgery done right? she says yeah, dont worry the surgeons so sweet. you say she admitted to doing two hundred murders when she was on the phone. she says i dont know anything about that but i trust her. you say if i end up dead, kidnapped, or mutilated, its your fault. she says dont worry about it.

tuesday comes. you never agreed to an exact time so you show up as early as you can and still have it be "afternoon" in your mind - 12:30. you climb the rusted fire escape to the third floor door and knock three times. the door is answered by a woman six feet tall in casual but very nice clothes with frizzy brown hair and an expression you cant read. you say er, riley? she says nope. another girl pushes past her, exasperated. she's maybe five foot two and her wavy blonde hair is worn down, with a red bow in it. she's wearing torn jeans - naturally torn, not the sort that you buy with holes in them that youve always hated but the kind that were once normal jeans and now have worn through much of the fabric on the knees. her tshirt is faded and has stains that you cant quite place on it, but youre pretty sure it was once Eidolon merchandise.

she says damnit amy let me answer the door next time. the taller woman, amy apparently, shrugs and steps aside to let you in riley claps her hands together once youre inside and the door is shut. introductions! she shouts. amy, this is, er... I never actually got your name? you tell them your name. she says right! hes one of my clients. and this is Amy, my sister. dont worry about her, shes just a little awkward. amy says can you PLEASE not introduce me as your sister. riley says make me. then she grabs amys shirt and pulls her down, standing on her tiptoes at the same time. they kiss in a very un-sisterly way. you clear your throat politely.

riley breaks away and says right, yeah, sorry! i get distracted easy. youre here to get a dick right. you splutter a bit, both at the bluntness of the question and the fact that amy is still standing right there. riley follows your gaze. she says oh dont worry about her! sorry, i wouldve run her off earlier, i thought you wouldnt come by for another few hours. you say sorry. she says dont worry, its her fault. amy says you didnt tell me you had a client. riley says you didnt ASK. you clear your throat politely again. you say er yes, i did come in for metoidoplasty. she bites her lip and furrows her brow. she says metoido... oh right. well i dont really do that here but i can give you a dick. you say uh im not really interested in phalloplasty. she says whats phalloplasty? amy says its the construction of a penis, usually via tissue flap taken from another part of the body, often followed by the insertion of prosthetics to allow the constructed penis to achieve erection. riley says oh, huh. yeah i dont do that either. i can give you a dick though. she takes a second then puts on an exaggerated scowl. who would want that she asks? amy says lots of people prefer it to metoido for aesthetic reasons or because they dont think theyll be large enough for penetrative sex with metoido. riley says but it wouldnt feel like a dick! man, some surgeons are talentless hacks.

you clear your throat again. you say so if youre- riley says youre clearing your throat a lot, are you okay? you say im fine, its just- she says oh duh were being so rude! why are we all standing around here. come sit down in the living room, do you want anything to drink? she leads you into the living room. it has the unmistakable air of a room thats been cleaned recently, with vacuuming marks present in the carpet and the unmistakable scent of air freshener. the sofa that you're gestured to sit on is, by contrast, unbelievably filthy. stains of every sort are visible on it - some of them are obvious, like the patches of blood and vomit or the ring of a coffee mug. others take you a second to place, like the crusty streak along one cushion that you realize all at once is semen, or the sticky yellow parts that you hope to god are honey. some of them, like the muddy green handprint along one arm of the sofa or the deep black smudge along a seat, are completely foreign to you. you can smell it from several feet away.

amy notices your hesitancy. she says i keep telling her to throw that thing out. riley says and i keep telling HER that its a relic from earth bet! its an antique and itll be worth millions soon. it just needs a good deep cleaning. amy says what that sofa needs is a bullet, not a deep clean. you sit down. drink? riley asks. you say er what do you have? she says water, diet coke, vodka, coffee. no more beer though, SOMEBODY drank the last one. amy says you never said they were off limits! riley says they arent, im just teasing. you say waters fine. riley says aaaaaaaaaamyyyyyyy, could you pleeeeeeaaaaaaaase go get our guest a glass of water and me a diet coke? oh and can you grab the pill bottle on the second shelf of the spice cabinet. amy says sure, i'll be right back.

riley sits down next to you. she says sooooooo what do you want for your dick? you say sorry, if youre not doing phallo or metoido then what exactly are you offering? she says no offense but it would take like literally eight years to give you enough background info for you to understand my explanation, and i dont have that kind of time. im not getting any younger. except for when i am. she laughs louder than you thought a human could. you have no idea how to describe the sound of her laughter. she says just tell me about your dream dick and ill give it to you. trust me, im a doctor.

except that youre not, amy says, returning with glasses and pills in hand. she sets the water down in front of you and you immediately take large gulps, feeling very much lost right now. riley says am TOO, accepting the pill bottle and diet coke from amy. she frowns. why is it can diet coke, she asks? she says glass bottle is so much better. she says why did i even BUY can. amy says they are literally the same liquid, what do you mean its better. riley says theyre not the same, stop deluding yourself. amy says which of us is the REAL doctor? riley says both of us! the PRT finally issued me an equivalency. youre talking to doctor riley davis, MED. amy says oh really? congrats she says. riley beams. then she unscrews the lid of the unlabeled, dark brown glass bottle, grabs three pills, and pops them into her mouth.

what is that you ask. ectasy she says. you want some? you say no thanks. she says you sure? you say i probably shouldnt take drugs before an operation, what if it interacts with the anesthetic? riley says dont worry, i made my own anesthetic that has zero drug-drug interactions. amy says except with sudafed. riley says ok YEAH except with sudafed, how was i supposed to know? she glances at you. you dont take sudafed do you she asks. you say no. she says good. it was such a bitch cleaning the pus off the ceiling she says. you say huh? she says dont worry about it, you dont take sudafed. she says are you sure you dont want any ecstasy? i promise its pure. you say i dont want to get addicted. she says i can surgically remove the addiction pathway from your brain if that would help. amy says riley, no means no. riley says fine. do you want any ecstasy babe? she says no thanks. riley frowns. she says you guys are a bunch of squares. she pops a fourth one and starts chugging diet coke.

she slams the can down after drinking what must be half of it, wipes her mouth with her arm and grins. sorry, we keep getting distracted! she says. she says im getting into the start of a manic episode and that always makes me roll right over people in conversation. what do you want for your dick? you say um. i hadnt really thought about it. its not normally a choice beyond the type of surgery, you sort of just end up with whatever the doctors are able to make work? thats lame she says. why are normal doctors all so lame she says. ok, rude amy says. OBVIOUSLY im not talking about you babe riley says. and stop distracting me from my client! amy holds up her hands in mock surrender, an easy smile on her face.

you didnt bring a toy with you did you, riley asks. you say huh. she says sometimes people bring a toy that they want me to model it after and that makes everything a lot easier. you say no you didn't. you say i hadn't really thought about my preferences, can we go dealer's choice on this? amy pipes up. she says you REALLY dont want riley to go dealers choice. riley says shut up and get me another diet coke, i just finished this one. amy says yes princess. you honestly cant read whether it was meant to be mocking or endearing. riley turns back to you. ok, she says, lets start with basics. primate? canid? equine? suine? dolphin? i could give you a hyena pseudopenis but i dont know if that would be offensive. you say human is fine. she says please dont tell me you're gonna just be boring this whole time. you say define boring. she sighs deeply and starts massaging her temples. amy, having stepped into the room in time to hear the last bit of conversation, tousles rileys hair. she says sorry babe, customer's always right.

you work out the appearance of your soon-to-exist cock this way. riley asks questions about length, girth, hair, amount of semen generated, percentage growth when erect, and you try to give what you think are average answers every time. amy watches, bemused, the whole time. halfway through she leaves to get the bottle of vodka. she drinks five shots in fifteen minutes. you say i didnt think the human body had that much capacity for alcohol resistance. she says it doesnt. riley swats playfully at her arm.

eventually, riley grabs a set of crayons and a cocktail napkin. she says ok, i think we got it, scribbling furiously. she shows you a crayon drawing of a dick. this look good she asks? you squint at it. there are no measurements given and the medium does not allow you to make out any fine detail. you say yeah thats fine. amy tries and fails to hide a smile. riley chucks the napkin aside and rubs her hands together. boring parts done! she says. time to get messy she says. amy pours a sixth shot of vodka. she says dont forget the anesthetic first. riley rolls her eyes. she says OBVIOUSLY i didnt forget the anesthetic. she says ill be right back. as soon as she leaves the room, amy knocks back her shot. she turns to you. she says you mind if i stay and watch? she says i dont want to make you uncomfortable, but i like watching her work. shes cute when shes working. you say at this point youre not sure you would mind anything at all. you say at this point you dont think you would be fazed if she came back with a fully-formed dick wriggling around in her hand like a fish and sewed it onto me. she says dont tempt fate.

riley comes back with a black bag the size of her head, which she sets on the coffee table with a thunk. she points at you and says okay, clothes off. or pants off i guess. you can leave the shirt on. or take it off. i dont care. you take it off. she tells you to lie down and starts pulling things out of the bag. amy stands up from the sofa to give you the space to stretch out and sits on the coffee table instead, one leg pulled up to her chest with her chin resting on her knee.

riley pulls out a syringe from the bag, filled with pitch-black fluid. she says okay this will hurt for a second but only for a second. you say huh? she flips you over onto your belly and jabs the needle against your lower back, into your spinal column. it hurts like a bitch for all of two seconds and then you stop feeling anything at all in your lower body. you also cant move your legs, you realize. what just happened you ask, as she flips you onto your back again. she says i just killed all the cells in the nerves in your lower spine. she says its the easiest way to make sure none of the pain signals slip through, and she'll just replace them with living ones when she's done. you don't know how to respond to that.

she pulls more things out of the bag. a cartoonish array of different cutting implements come out. most of them are various sizes of medical scalpel, ring cutter, or saw, but you also see a pair of chunky pink safety scissors, a pizza cutter, a serrated bread knife, an x-acto, a drill with a comically long bit, a pair of wire cutters, gardening shears, and an awl. she says okay im gonna start operating so look away if you dont wanna see how your crotch looks while its being rearranged. especially if you think you might puke, i hate having to stop to clean up puke in the middle of surgery. you look away. you notice amy is watching transfixed.

for a couple of hours things go on like that. amy and riley make light conversation, with riley filling any silence by humming a wordless tune you dont know. the sounds and smells youre getting are enough to make you slightly sick; you continue not looking.

in the middle of hour two, riley stops. oh goddamnit, she says. what amy asks? riley says she forgot that shed need extra meat. amy says you started a surgery to give somebody a whole new organ and forgot youd need more tissue to do it? riley says shut up, im dumb. amy says no youre not babe. riley says ughhhhh now what. amy says just get his stem cells to grow the tissue you need. riley says nooooooo thatll take forever, and i have places to BE tomorrow, and if i stop putting pressure on him here hes going to bleed out through his cunt. you say wait, what? amy says well i dont know what you want me to do about this situation, i gave you my solution. riley says baaaaaaaaaaabe. amy says whaaaaaaaaaaaat. riley says i think we have some bacon in the fridge, will you pretty please with sprinkles on top go get it? amy says and what do i get in return? riley says a kiss. amy says id get that anyway. riley says my undying love and affection. amy says i have that already. riley says not making me angry at you so you can sleep under my roof without having to worry that ill turn your sweat glands into acid glands in the middle of the night. amy says that, plus i get to top tonight. riley says fiiiiiiiiine, just go get the bacon. amy gets up.

you say look uh i know you said not to question what youre doing but i kind of dont want a dick made of bacon, not to sound ungrateful. also did you say something about me bleeding out? riley says dont worry, if you bleed out ill put the blood back in, im a professional. you say thats not as reassuring as she thinks it is. riley says whos the doctor, mister? you say technically both of us. i have a phd in social sciences you say. she says wow, theyre just giving out doctorates for anything these days, huh? you say hey, rude. she says only teasing. you say anyway, uh, you didnt address the bacon dick thing? she says oh dont worry about it, my amys amazing, youll see.

amy comes back in with the package of bacon. do you need this in any particular shape she asks. riley says nah just give me a good amount of it. and make sure its spongy, so when he gets hard the blood can- amy cuts her off. she says dont worry, ive given you enough penises at this point that i think i know what penile tissue is like at this point. you say given her enough penises? what the hell does that mean? riley says hey, dont kinkshame! she sounds legitimately offended. you say sorry. amy pulls the bacon out of the package, holding it aloft in her left hand. you watch as the familiar look of a half-pound of bacon shifts and warps into a strange lump of fatty, spongy tissue of a waxy color. she hands it to riley. riley says thanks sis youre the best, love you! amy says no problem. riley says id kiss you if i wasnt elbow deep in this guys cunt right now. amy says kiss me after the surgerys done.

another two hours go by. the sounds of flesh being chopped, sawed, and stitched underscore riley and amys meaningless conversation about whether they HAVE to attend their acquaintance lisa's birthday party. riley says lisa probably wouldn't throw a birthday party if there wasn't some sort of scheme going on. amy agrees but says that doesnt indicate whether they should get involved with the scheme or not. you wonder dimly if you will ever feel your lower body again. you wonder if this is purgatory, an endless afternoon of lesbians bickering affectionately while one of them does surgery on you. you turn your head enough to look at the clock. its 5:26pm. where the fuck did the time go?

another hour passes. riley stands up. she is soaked up to her elbow in various bodily fluids - mostly blood, but youre not looking too closely. she says finally! she says just need to regrow your nerve cells now. you say is that going to take long? she says like twenty minutes maybe as she flips you over. you say ok. she jams a different needle into the same spot, injecting a strange yellow paste into your spine. she then flips you onto your back again. you feel brave enough to finally look at your crotch.

there is a completely normal human penis of average size there. you reach a hand down and touch it. you dont have any sensation in it yet since your nerves are all still dead, but it feels warm and soft under your hands. you smile, feeling tears come to your eyes. its over.

rileys talking. she says i followed your specifications except i had to cheat a bit on the nerves, you actually didnt have very many in your clit for whatever reason so your glans has maybe eight thousand fewer nerves than you wanted, sorry about that. she says i gave you balls in your scrotum for shape but since you said you didnt want kids they dont produce sperm. let me know if you want that changed she says. she says it should be fully functional in every respect, but if you notice any erectile dysfunction, incontinence, discoloration in urine or semen, priapism, or any other issue come back and we'll sort it out. if you notice it bleeding in ANY capacity, call me immediately. if im not answering call Amy, ill give you her number. if SHES not answering either then you can start seeing normal doctors, not that those idiots will know how to help you probably. if you want any changes to it call me and ill pencil you in to get it adjusted. get all that she asks. you nod. she says cool. she says itll be like $200, no rush if youre not able to pay right now. you say it might be a bit since youre still trying to pay interest on your student loan debt. wait, she says, they have student loans again? you nod. she says the world ended like thirty years ago, when did they set up student loans again? fuck, how much do you owe? you say a little under eighty thousand. she says jesus fuck, nevermind, its free. goddamn. you say thank you so much. she says yeah of course. do you want us to dress you or do you want to wait until you can move and do it yourself?

#wormblr #parahumans #worm spoilers #riley davis #riley grace davis #bonesaw #nsft #amy dallon #panacea #MY BELOVED GIRL. IS BACK #our writing #dr riley davis mde

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scribefindegil · 1 year

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Sometimes I think about Teru And The Narrative and lose my mind. like. I joke that he's the only character who knows he's in an anime and that can be funny, but the truth is that he's so desperate to find a story to fit into because that's the only way his life will Make Sense. No, his parents didn't abandon him; they just had to go somewhere else to keep themselves safe, and he has to be the one dealing with the threats because he's The Protagonist. It doesn't matter that he's a kid; the protagonists of the stories he reads are as young as him and they deal with worse than this all the time! He has to {learn to fight off adult attackers} {hone his powers so he's unbeatable} {violate the Geneva Convention} because that's what protagonists do!

And then he meets Mob.

But instead of the experience making him realize that he isn't in that kind of story, it convinces him that he is, but he isn't the protagonist. Mob is. (And obviously, from our perspective, he's right, but he has the genre wrong. Teru has never seen a story with themes as kind as Mob Psycho's).

So then: he's a side character. He's Mob's rival (complete with intense homoromantic adoration). He redefines his role in the story, but he doesn't redefine the rules that tell him it's okay that he lives alone and is constantly fighting for his life. In fact, he keeps going out to find more ways to get in trouble. He goes to confront the broccoli alone. He makes himself a superhero outfit and starts flying around Seasoning City hoping he could gain some fulfillment from playing superhero. His after-school activity is taking down terrorist splinter groups!

Because if he tries to change the genre or abandon the conceit, tries to live his life as an ordinary middle-schooler, suddenly he doesn't have an excuse anymore. For his parents leaving. For what he needed to do to survive. It stops being fun and becomes horrifying.

In Confession Arc, one of the things that he has to face is that Mob isn't the protagonist of the world any more than Teru himself was. I don't think that he's broken out of his narrative thinking completely (he still calls himself Mob's rival), but it finally shakes some of those foundations when he sets himself and Mob on equal footing for the first time.

So afterwards, maybe he can become the protagonist of his own life. Maybe, finally, he can start making decisions about the story he wants to be in instead of trying to adapt himself to fit the one he thinks someone else has defined for him.

#mp100 #mob meta #(also one reason why his and Reigen's relationship has so much interesting potential--#because Riegen is the character who insists on operating according to the rules of the real world #and he pulls the overall genre along with him)

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naamahdarling · 2 years

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05/18/22

Are you looking for a gorgeous, friendly, impossible mess of a void cat and have a home where you have no other pets? Boy have I got the guy for you!

Meet Etrigan, a 10yo DSH and one of the sweetest, goofiest voids I've ever met.

We are in the Tulsa, Oklahoma area and can drive 3 hours one way to place him, or arrange transport south as far as San Antonio!

Right now, in-person meetings at our home aren't possible, unfortunately, but if you are nearby we could let him visit your place.

He needs a new home because he doesn't get along with his brothers and is desperately unhappy here, and this has manifested in recent aggressive behavior. In a home without other pets, he would be fine.

He also has some tummy issues and is on prescription food to try to help control it.

He comes with all his shots, a clean bloodwork panel and bill of health, and exhaustive vet records going back to his adoption at a few months old. His tummy issues and a kittenhood respiratory infection aside, he has and always has had excellent health.

First, the good:

He will cuddle you in bed or lay in your lap as long as you will let him. His favorite snuggle is the Leg Hole. If you sit down and you put your feet together or loosely cross your legs, he will plunge awkwardly into your crotch with an enthusiasm that you have probably never experienced. It's actually quite charming, although sometimes he burps.

He fetches eagerly, although not always well. He's extremely playful and energetic and loves puzzle toys and activity trays and feather wands.

If you give him a window in the bedroom, he will sit so that the sun strikes him. Then he will carry all the light and all the hope of the morning to you in his fur, without you even having to get out of bed.

He loves to be sung to. His favorite songs are Asleep at Last by the Wailin' Jennies, and Forever Young. Not the Rod Stewart one, the other one.

He has one naked heel, in the back, where the gods dipped him in the River of A**holes. There is usually one white hair on his forehead.

The downsides:

He is aggressive with other cats and is not cut out for a rowdy household with kids. He must be an indoor cat, no exceptions.

He is a food thief and trash bandit. Just be prepared for his EXTREME food-seeking behavior. He will go after food you wouldn't expect. Like grape stems or tomatoes or lettuce. You will need to store things in the fridge or a latched pantry. He can open drawers.

And he's a pooper. At least twice a day, every day, he considerately lets you know very stinkily and with many loud farts, that he is not constipated. Isn't that nice?

He requires an enormous litter box, possibly with a Popemobile splash guard. Sometimes he poops outside the box, but that may be related to the considerable amount of stress that he is under having to share the house with four other cats he absolutely despises.

He's been checked by our vet, who can find no reason for him to be the worst pooper ever. He needs a specialist, which we can't afford.

Then there's his hair-trigger anal glands. If you put pressure on the backs of his thighs, he sometimes releases something that smells like Satan's Taco Bell shits. The vet thinks if his tummy issues could be improved, more solid poops would help him stop violating the Geneva Convention's policy against chemical warfare. I'm not sure. I think it's just who he is as a person. You learn to work around it.

So that's our guy. A guy I love so much I can't stand it. And because I love him, I need to rehome him

Reaching the decision to re-home him has been agonizing. We have tried meds. We have worked with the three-vet team at our clinic, and with two feline behavior specialists, and they all agree, as do we, that the best thing for him is to put him with someone new who can look after his needs better. He is so desperately unhappy right now. And we are desperate to help him.

So please, if you could spread the word so we can find him a good home? And if you think you can handle his issues and be that good home, please message me.

All I ask is that you care for him, sing to him, give him a good window and a lot of play, and keep him by your side. What any cat deserves, even a blasphemous food-stealing shit-cannon like him.

PM me here or email at [email protected], and we can discuss getting you hooked up with your very own...whatever this is.

Thank you, and spread the word.

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keysorsomething · 2 months

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Hii!! Love your works sm sm always so happy to see you upload 😊☺️💞💓 Would you please spare us some cozy domestic Nikto hc’s? I feel like the man needs that sorta stability in his life (even if he might deny it at first) 🙏

Of course !! I'm always happy to yap about my fav boy <3 (adult man who has committed many violations of the Geneva Convention)

Request page !!

He's a man of habit and schedule

It helped him remember what to do, especially when his memory issues get really bad

You moving in completely changes it

For the first few months, you'd always scare him

You weren't supposed to be here! That wasn't how it was for as long as he could remember

Eventually, he gets used to it, and starts making enough food for the both of you and is no longer flinching whenever you walk into a room

Very militant. He wakes up at 5 am and goes to bed at 9 pm

He gets very upset if his sleep schedule has to be adjusted in any way, like you get home slightly too late

He's a decent cook

He's in no way a "you should open a restaurant" cook, but he can make some meals pretty well

Sometimes cooking gets hard for him because he knows it's something that his mom made for him, but he doesn't remember if he's making it how she did

Gets upset you'll never get the full experience of dating/marrying, like meeting and becoming "one with" his family

Especially if your parents are in the picture

Has a set routine for cleaning the house

You are to sit and do nothing while he is

He considers it interfering and not helping

Gets upset if something is placed an atom away from its usual placement

He can tell

Has no skincare routine

Not even rubbing his face really hard with just water

He just takes the mask off and goes to bed

If you try to clean his face he'll lean away like a baby you're trying to feed something it doesn't like

One time he did this he leaned so far back he fell over

Rodion kept making suggestive comments at him because he was limping

He just bruised his tailbone but

Rodion knew Nikto wasn't lying, he just likes making fun of his teammates

Nikto always forgives your "transgressions" (picking up something off the floor before he was cleaning that room, keeping him up, waking up early and cooking breakfast instead of him) in exchange for a quiet moment in bed, usually including backrubs

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mw2019 #nikto cod #nikto x reader #nikto #rodion cod #keys.headcanons

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zorosdimples · 7 months

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i need him in a way that violates the geneva conventions (with consent)

#ty mia i put the addendum there so there are no mistakes #i wanna be freaky with consent

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 11 months

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Mary-go-round... Lan Zhan does not

@sasukimimochi here you go, the ficlet for your prompt <3 writing this made my heart warm, I got to remember so many of my own fond memories with amusement parks and fairs!

Prompt: here

Lan Wangji does not have regrets. He doesn't regret taking up education instead of music as his major, he doesn't regret moving in with Wei Ying after a month (well, 23 days) of dating and, of course, he does not and will never regret falling in love with Wei Ying no matter what his uncle has to say about it.

However, Lan Wangji now regrets something - and the moment the rollercoaster handler fastens the seatbelts and metal bars over his lap, Lan Wangji regrets it even more.

Why did he have to pretend to be brave? He's not. Really, there's not a brave bone in his body - not when it comes to this... contraption that's called something like The Deadly Loop Of Doom and Despair. Very aptly named, yes, but - but the point is that Lan Wangji regrets letting Wei Ying drag him into this.

Of course, if he said something, Wei Ying would have understood and respected it - but Lan Zhan just had to paint himself as this tough man that Wei Ying could always rely on for anything... so now, here is, about to go on the Deadly Loop Of Doom And Despair and probably die during it. So much for being tough and reliable.

He hates heights, he hates loops and spins - and he absolutely does not trust these shoddy safety measures that these very young employees are fastening onto people. Shouldn't there be more engineers around? Safety inspectors? Police? Priests??

Lan Zhan already feels dizzy and the thing hasn't even left ground yet. Well, if he dies at least he's gonna have Wei Ying by his side.

Wei Ying whose face is lit up like a Christmas tree, looking everywhere around, nearly vibrating with excitement in his seat.

Lan Zhan loves him so much - but he's never going to do this with him again.

The ride begins moving and Lan Zhan's stomach drops. This definitely has to be some kind of torture device, he's definitely going to have to check that Geneva Convention again one of these days, perhaps he can sue the park for unsafe practices, human rights violations or at least emotional damage.

The ride picks up speed and Lan Zhan realizes he's going to need to be alive to do those things and he doubts he will be.

---

Wei Ying jumps off his seat like he's actioned by spring, and he begins talking up a storm about how "cool" and "fun" that was.

It was so cool and fun that Lan Wangji can barely keep himself upright, and he's pretty sure he's mentally converted to at least 5 different religions.

"...Lan Zhan? Are you okay?"

Wei Ying looks concerned now, worry on his features much too pretty. Lan Zhan nods and takes his hand, hoping his fingers aren't shaking as much as his knees are.

He feels like a newborn, but in a bad way. No, he doesn't know what that means.

Wei Ying seems unconvinced. "Did something happen? You look a little... haunted."

He is.

"I'm fine."

Wei Ying tries to analyze his expression again, and Lan Zhan hopes his poker face is as good as Nie Huaisang complains it to be when they play cards.

It seems to be, because Wei Ying is back to dragging him around, and Lan Zhan is more than happy with that arrangement as long as there are no rollercoasters around.

---

The boy shoots his last arrow but misses the target miserably.

"Sorry, kid, the bunny plushie stays right here with me!" the vendor laughs and the boy sticks his tongue out at him before running off towards his parents.

Lan Zhan can practically see the idea be born inside Wei Ying's mind when he walks up to the stand and pays for a turn. There are a few kids in line behind him, and he turns to them as he picks up the bow from the vendor.

"In order to be a good archer, you need to have good grip on the bow, like this. Keep your back and shoulders straight."

He turns towards the target and the kids huddle to a side, to observe. "Place the arrow right against the middle point of the string, following the direction of your target."

Lan Zhan watches his form, perfect (and incredibly attractive), and imagines himself in those stereotypical scenarios with an apple on his head, half naked, Wei Ying testing his archery skills on him.

This is so not the place for such fantasies.

"And then, you focus on the target, take a deep breath, and..."

Wei Ying decides to show off, winks at Lan Zhan and closes his eyes, spinning elegantly in place, once. He lets go of the bow string as he stops and everybody watches the arrow fly with baited breaths.

It hits right on target, bullseye.

The children cheer and Wei Ying does a little curtsy their way as the vendor begrudgingly hands him the giant plushie.

"Here." Wei Ying says as he hands it to Lan Zhan. "This is for you!"

Lan Zhan huffs a breath that sounds suspiciously like a laugh and kisses Wei Ying's forehead. "My hero."

---

Lan Zhan is not used to having sugary treats often. When he was little, uncle said he became restless if he had too much processed sugar, so he rarely got to indulge in candy and cakes as a result. The habit was drilled into him, so his interest in sweets remained low all the way through adulthood... until now.

He is on his second serving of cotton candy and he feels at the height of decadence. Wei Ying bites into a candy apple himself, and he looks much like a happy chipmunk chewing on it. Lan Zhan is going to kiss him about it - later, when he's done indulging in this frivolous pink dessert that feels like he's biting into a soft, sticky, sugar cloud.

"You look like you're having a religious experience." Wei Ying laughs. "Last time I saw you like that was the first time you saw me naked."

Lan Zhan half glares at him as he bites into the cotton candy. "Ridiculous."

"No, it's true, you do look like you've made a big discovery about yourself."

And he has. He's starting to understand why uncle didn't let him have sugar as a child - he suddenly feels restless and full of energy, and he knows the sugar crash is going to be terrible after.

But never mind that.

They're selling gingerbread figurines two stalls over.

---

"We need to bring A-Yuan with us next time!" Wei Ying says as he and Lan Zhan walk out of the amusement park, fingers interlocked. "He's going to have so much fun here!"

"No big rollercoasters for him." Lan Zhan says and doesn't only mean A-Yuan.

"Oh, no, he's way too young! That's for grown-ups, only we can handle that kind of thing."

Wei Ying doesn't see the 'speak for yourself' in his lover's side eye as he climbs into the car.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts

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cuervolyx · 1 month

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🙏 for Eunkyu. XD

🙏- How many violations do they have for the Geneva Convention?

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"Hmm, I don't even know what is on that?" Eunkyu said. He wondered on who in the Military Police may know about it. He then realized that there was no one who could help him unless he wanted to indirectly confess to his crimes. Then he realized who he can ask. He groaned. "I need to ask Hyeonsik, don't I?"

Eunkyu walked to the Deputy Chief's office. The door was closed as usual. He sighed. The faster he does this, the faster he can get away from this man. He put his hand into a fist and raised it. As he got ready to knock, a voice stops him.

"What do you want?"

"Eek! What the fuck?" Eunkyu shouted (and jumped) as he turned around to see Hyeonsik. Hyeonsik didn't make a reaction with Eunkyu's outburst, only telling him to watch his language. Eunkyu hates how sneaky and invisible this man is.

"So, what are you doing here?" Hyeonsik asked. He opened his door and step to the side, signaling Eunkyu to walk in. Eunkyu walked into the office and Hyeonsik did as well. The door was closed. Hyeonsik walked to his desk and sat. Eunkyu walked up to the desk.

"By any chance, do you know about the Geneva convention?" Eunkyu asked. Hyeonsik looked up. Once again, his expressionless face makes it hard for Eunkyu to know if he does or does not. He purses his lips as he waits for a verbal response.

"Of course. You've have quite a record as of right now. Do you want me to read the ones you violated?" Hyeonsik asked. The expressionless face morphed into a smiling face, but it was anything but good. Eunkyu's eye twitched knowing what this smile meant.

"You did as well," Eunkyu hissed. Hyeonsik's smile widened and his eyes narrowed. Eunkyu could feel himself getting angrier, but he knew he needed to keep his calm.

"But this isn't about me. Let me read off the list," he said. He put the paper onto the table. Eunkyu could already see all of the places that his boss had marked.

"Article 8: War Crimes. Paragraph 2 (a) section one and three. Both having to do with either murdering or causing severe bodily harm," Hyeonsik chuckled. Eunkyu rolled his eyes. Of course, he broke those rules! Though, it is nice to know what specific numbers and stuff it is.

"Anything else?"

"Paragraph 2 (b), section eleven: Killing or wounding treacherously individuals belonging to the hostile nation or army. Paragraph 2 (c), section one: Violence to life and person, in particular murder of all kinds, mutilation, cruel treatment and torture. Also, Paragrah 2 (e), section nine: Killing or wounding treacherously a combatant adversary."

"So, in total, I committed five war crimes?! How did I break international law five times?" Eunkyu shouted. Hyeonsik out a finger up to his lips to silence him. Eunkyu sighed. Of course, there could be anyone near his office at the moment. At least now he knows what Hyeonsik meant that he could end him if he did not do what he said. Eunkyu is going to need to study on his professor's notes again if he is going to find a way to get rid of the evidence Hyeonsik has on him. Or at least the ones he has on "Haoyu".

Eunkyu's train of thought of interrupted as a manila envelope was raised. Eunkyu looked at his boss. His face went back to its usual blank state. "I have another assignment for you two. Get it completed soon."

"Fuck."

...

"I guess that answers the question. Now, I have to grab "Haoyu" and he is not going to be happy."

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I hope I responded to this question accurately. If not, then sorry. Found the information on the United Nations website, so I think I got the right information. Also it was the first thing to pop up when I searched this up. At least now I know how much trouble Eunkyu would be in if he was ever caught.

Thanks for the ask! I look forwards answering the next two questions. Ironically, one question is for Hyeonsik and he already appeared here. So, you can say that there will be more content for this Oc.

Fun fact: I don't like writing out cuss words, but Eunkyu cusses a lot (and is one of two charatcer who cusses). And, it would be weird for me to censor it. You can imagine how shocked everyone was to hear him cuss so much. His family (especially his sister) certainly did not like it.

#ask #ask oc #oc ask #eunkyu #hyeonsik

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shy-marker-pliers · 1 year

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baseless mw2 headcanons bc i am a simple man with simple desires (large men capable of incredible violence)

soap is/was a leash kid. momma MacTavish has definitely had to make an announcement over the PA system at a store before bc lil man bolted at the first opportunity. he never grew out of it btw. he’s had his bitch strap yanked during many a mission (if you don’t know what a bitch strap is, it’s a handle on the back of a tactical vest, similar to the strap of a backpack)

the entire 141 has a deep fear of camel spiders /hj. camel spiders are a species of desert arachnid and they seek out shade during the daytime, so they’ve been known to “chase” people’s shadows. and also the fuckers are three inches long and can run up to 10mph over a short distance, so. there’s that. soap has booked it back to base screeching on more than one occasion because he happened to stumble across one.

ghost acts unbothered but bro is VIGILANT if he ever has to go outside in camel spider territory. eyes focused on the ground just waiting for one to show up. he can and will shoot if one happens to sneak up on him.

Gaz started a war crime counter. it’s taped to the fridge and has a tally of all the times the 141 has violated the geneva convention. they don’t take it seriously btw. someone punches price in the arm while he’s in the infirmary? that’s another war crime for the sheet. the geneva convention specifically states that you can’t harm a soldier who’s receiving medical attention

Soap is the biggest bastard when it comes to the WCC (war crimes counter) btw. whenever someone is in the infirmary he’s rushing in to slap them and yelling at Gaz to “add another one to the WCC!!”

this is based on a tiktok posted by Soap’s VA, but johnny has a tiny rubber duckie that he puts on a little shelf in the communal showers. he drew a little beard on it with sharpie and glued a pipecleaner to its head so they have matching mohawks. its name is Duck MacQuackish

price has a little niece who sends him drawings when he’s overseas (if the location isn’t classified ofc). she also sends him his favorite snacks from back home. if he’s in a good mood he MIGHT share with the rest of the 141

if ANY of the soldiers ever have to be in the same room with graves, somebody will find a way to play country girl (shake it for me) simply to make his day a little worse

Ghost and price severely judge vape and e-cig users. especially if they use the flavored ones. “if i’m gonna get lung cancer, it’ll be the old fashioned way.” soap and gaz have seriously considered taking up vaping just to annoy them

KÖNIG HAS A PET SNAKE NAMED KAISER RAHH!!! idk what kind but it’s Königs special little guy and he hires someone to take care of it whenever he’s deployed for an extended period of time

also König can and will go out of his way to feed/pet stray animals. including rats. yes he has had to get extra rabies shots no he will not stop.

price the type of guy to always have a screwdriver, several screws/nuts/bolts and an adjustable wrench on hand in case something ever needs fixin’. his cargo pants are his own personal bag of holding. he’s got trail mix in there somewhere too. the good kind with the m&ms

soap pickpockets the trail mix from price, eats all the m&ms and then puts it back

soap would sing call me maybe or california gurls if the 141 ever did karaoke. but like he makes his accent super thick on purpose for comedy. everyone hates it but him

#call of duty #ghost call of duty #soap cod #ghost cod #mwii #cod mw2 #gaz mw2 #price mw2 #konig cod #konig modern warfare #crackfic #my writing #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick

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clowntownrejects · 6 months

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i need victor van dort in a way that's concerning to women's rights. need him biblically. need him in a way that violates the geneva convention. need him in a way that violates human rights. we peaked with character design with victor van dort

#corpse bride #victor van dort #tim burton #need this twink so bad #he's like if a man and a woman had a child

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Ok, now I really want to know what exactly Adonis's powers are, cause he is doing stuff I don't we've seen any other butterfly do.

Oh, on the contrary. He's on par with Absolution!Papilllon and quite possibly Salvation!Colt. Allow me to explain without spoiling Adrien's reasoning or what he's aiming for. Because, honestly, it's kinda twisted and completely tied to why he uses his powers the way he does. Maybe as dark as Absolution!Papillon, but no. Absolution!Papillon is fucking broken. Anyway!

See, he still retains the powers of transformation, much like a lot of other butterflies. Each butterfly uses their powers in interesting ways. Now, this will contain spoilers for their powers. So, here's your warning if y'all even care.

Absolution!Papillon uses her powers like a mad scientest that violates every part of the Geneva convention. She places akumas into the hearts of people to find the others that are as broken as her. Those she twists into horror abominations, similar to what Adonis is doing with the faerie food and fog. Aside from her work on the living, she works with the dead. The cocoons she has? Yeah, those are the corpses of the main heroes parents that she's currently merging with miraculous to turn them into superpowered super horrors. Oh! And let's not forget the hordes of reaper guards she has patrolling her lair and the, uh, "homemade" bombs that line it made from those that die from having an akuma in their heart that she also uses their corpses as incubators for her butterflies.

Salvation!Colt, well, you need to look no further than Felix. See, Felix once was like Adrien, a scrawny twig, but full of terrible anxiety being raised now only by his abusive father. Once Colt became an avatar, he warped Felix's body, turning him into the buff, obedient statue he is. It was also due to Colt that Felix became an avatar as well. And let's not forget that Colt also took control of Chloe to do as he wanted in an attempts to subdue her and make her the perfect pawn like Felix. Then he got Marinette when she used her Bond Creation powers on him, but then he uno reversed her and made her obedient to him, giving him a powerful, if not volatile, pawn. There's also that I've daydreamed a few times where Colt, as punishment, would painfully manipulate and distort Chloe and/or Marinette's body to "teach them a lesson" like he would have done to Felix to break the boy's mind.

Now, Amaranthine!Adrien. So, heh, he's not actually human anymore. The whole faerie food thing was an experiment he was working on, first to make him more than a human (essentially a fae). He retains the usual monster thing like most others do, but the faerie food is what he's going to use to, uh, change things up. Starting with Marinette. The pomegranate thing is a reference to Hades and Persephone where he's now transforming her soul and body to make her like him and, uh, seeking to fill the world with their love. Especially once he seeks the mass genocide of the entire human race. (No I won't elaborate yet)

Also, is it strange that I find Nathalie and Colt's methods not as bothersome as what Adrien is doing? Nah, I'm mentally stable. Why do you ask?

#miraculous au #au #alternate universe #colt fathom #adrien agreste #butterfly kwami #butterfly miraculous #amaranthine au #absolution au #nathalie sancoeur #salvation au #au info #ml au info

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 months

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You ask, I deliver

Lee kaveh headcanons (with some relevant but indulgent ler sumeru headcanons) to quench the thirst of you fucking dweebs on your loser app

-consistency is predictable, and consistency is boring. Consistency, more than anything, is EASY.

-kaveh is given no such thing.

-alhaitham doesn't switch spots very sporadically. He has reason, there's a method to his madness. He usually just goes for the universal "default" spot, that being sides. It's just the easiest to latch onto, and already basically at hand level. However, "I wonder what he'll do if I try THIS?" is not an uncommon thought for him to have. As a self-respecting scholar, it is his responsibility to test every spot and method that he can.

-alhaitham is very deadpan. Obviously entertained by this, but very deadpan. He will not often crack a smile, but you can see the amusement in his eyes. He teases by stating things in such a deadpan voice that one could only interpret them as casual observations, if they weren't so OBVIOUSLY meant to rile kaveh up (he also does this so goddamn much canonically, it's funny as fuck).

-it gets to kaveh way too much how clinical alhaitham is about the whole affair. He acts as if it's an academic case study. The absurdity of this dissonance is unbearable. Alhaitham is skilled at his craft. Alhaitham is uncannily skilled at getting to kaveh in any scenario- this one is not different.

-keeps a pretty consistent pressure unless he's trying something. In the medium of firm and light, a tiny bit on the lighter side. He is a scribe, after all. His hands are efficient and skilled by nature, and the almost slightly swoopy technique he uses to write is reflected in this

-kaveh is absolutely fucking done with this man

-this is dumb as fuck but I imagine alhaitham absolutely fucking kaveh's shit up and casually while kaveh is like hysterical giggling alhaitham just says "clearly you don't own an airfryer." in that serious smug tone

-anyways, kaveh doesn't get to get used to alhaitham's unbearable methods!

-because faruzan is the big sister of everyone in sumeru, and she is a mythic bitch about this particular thing that she does. To kaveh. (I'm starting to feel like the coherency of my writing is suffering greatly from my complete avoidance of even insinuating the t word, much less saying it. If you get confused too bad such a thing would never happen to me and therefore cope I suppose)

-faruzan is very much the type to just do sharp scribbles in one spot really fast before moving on the the next and doing the same over and over. She will act very indignant, and make comments about how rude he is for laughing at her. He needs to respect his elders.

-Layla is much shyer, and is like, unbearably light with it. Which ends up being kind of nice unbearable, especially because of those claw covers she has on her fingers. She's very sweet.

-her teasing is mostly unintentional. She'll giggle along with him and comment on how nice his laugh is shyly. She's just trying to be nice, bless her. She gets a bit flustered by it, but she understands needing emotional catharsis as much as anyone, and is willing to overcome that because it clearly gives kaveh a huge serotonin burst and lowkey her as well.

-Tighnari likes to pretend he's exasperated sometimes when he does it, but it's always a sort of joke they're both in on. He's very fond, and it's easy to see in his face. His claws are weapons of mass destruction and a good incentive for teyvat to implement a Geneva convention (so that the fatui can immediately violate every rule on there like it's a bucket list)

-Cyno is the opposite. He's goofy through and through. Not the hyuck guy. He has never been the hyuck guy. Do not sue me Disney. Steamboat Willie says acab.

-anyways Cyno gets a bit quirked up with the sauce. He'll tell his shitty jokes and then be like "see? I knew you found them funny!"

-Cyno and Tighnari are double trouble, but also double argument. They will banter with each other the whole time they're. Interacting. With kaveh. That sounded like an innuendo. I promise it is not. Genshin impact has not yet implemented gay sex. Hopefully they get around to that in natlan. It really breaks my immersion.

-wanderer is just mean about it, end of story. He's literally the worst. Ruthless, ruthless motherfucker

-nahida is very soft and gentle, and has lots of words of affirmation and compliments. Her sincerity is palpable and she's very sweet

-collei mostly just watches from the sidelines when Cyno and Tighnari fuck shit up. She's wary of touch, but when she's in control she's okay with it. If she ever cautiously decides to participate, kaveh will try not to squirm. Even Cyno and Tighnari will ease up a ton so that he doesn't squirm too much. The entirety of sumeru is constantly in kahoots to help collei grow and be more comfortable with shit, so kaveh (and byproxy Cyno and Tighnari) have half a mind to immediately become a million times more conscious and careful of their actions and reactions because collei is being brave enough to participate in a physical bonding activity and they want to make sure they reinforce that positively

-Dehya can and will laugh at him. She's also got claws, so I guess genshin's character design team just fucking hates kaveh or something

-dunyarzad might sit on the sidelines and giggle and commentate, casually conversing with Dehya about what's happening. The conversations are definitely meant to tease, so really they're just being tools and having fun with him by acting all casual

-Candace is more of a "hold his arms up" kind of person than actually commenting much or getting in on the action, but she's also very careful. Also there with a quick slip of a hand behind his head right before it smacks into something, or quickly righting him when she sees he's about to fall off of a chair- which she will always, and I mean always see before anyone else. She's just here to make sure nobody dies. Also to be the occasional "...I think maybe you should take a pause. You're going to kill him at this rate." If whoever is getting him isn't easing up- it's usually not really needed, but better safe than sorry

-Nilou won't do it for long (until she is oh so kindly informed that kaveh is a huge softie for it) out of politeness of peoples boundaries. She'll laugh along because she thinks it's sweet. In the nahida and Layla category of just being a sweetheart about it, but she can have a mischievous streak. Never doubt that. She's content to sit by dunyarzad and participate in the banter with dehya and her. They have fun

-Dori is a shit about it, as she is with everything

-"well, can't have my favorite client sad!"

-she's a little bitch but she's fond enough of kaveh. He has a way of tripping and falling directly into people's hearts just by being himself

-it wouldn't be super consistent or anything, but she thinks it's funny enough to occasionally do it. Definitely would sneak pokes just to snicker at the various noises kaveh would make.

-kaveh has the most trouble with genuinely sweet comments and compliments, mostly because he just like genuinely loves them. So much. He can't really hide it because the moment someone says something sweet or affectionate or even mildly complimentary he will just melt. Absolutely nerfed. Like a Zelda boss weak spot.

-alhaitham notices this and considers doing it to fuck with kaveh.

-the result is not what he expects. By that, one means that alhaitham feels feelings about it. Kaveh is just very cute and flustered and soft about it, and alhaitham is used to an argumentative kaveh.

-alhaitham's teasing is usually meant to inflame kaveh, so he's used to expecting kaveh to go red in the face and snap out some variation of "shut up"

-he is not, however, prepared for kaveh's cheeks to instead flush an extremely pleasant rosy pink

-and, instead of the usual flustered, argumentative snapping back, like he does in arguments, for him to just go pliant. His laughs get a little bit breathier and giddy

-alhaitham was not prepared for this

-one has to worry if he may become a man addicted

-kaveh has IMMENSE trouble accepting compliments. A great many of his friends have taken to 'persuading' him of his merits through 'other means'.

-anyways kaveh is insecure about everything because he's kaveh

-his gigantic fucking found family in sumeru are not having it and frankly find it preposterous

-back (between his shoulder blades), wrists, sides, hips. Ribs, but the higher and lower ones are worse, the ones in the middle aren't as bad. Behind his ears isn't too bad, but will incapacitate him HARD. Even more so is the spot where his neck meets the very bottom of his hairline

-really, really likes it

-confused on why alhaitham would participate in such a childish activity so contrary to his normal personality. Decides it's because alhaitham can (and does) use it to win arguments or get kaveh to agree with him, let him have it his way, or do something he refuses to.

-that's a much smaller part of the appeal to alhaitham than kaveh might think.

-his smile is kind of crooked and lopsided and dorky and the corner of his lip quirks up

-very wobbly smile, nose scrunches and eyes do too.

-ears get pink

-subconsciously hugs himself to stop himself from fighting back

-doesn't realize literally everyone who does it to him notices

-very much doesn't realize the correct deductions they draw from that.

Anyways eat up you fucking horses

-🪲

I’m gonna ascend to godhood I’m in SUCH a bad mood and these sent me to SPACE

HIPEFULLY THIS IMAGE LOADS

GEnsin fans come get y’all juice

THANK YOU 🛐🛐🛐

#anon 🪲#written in the stars #t content

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