#i know i just joined but in case anyone is curious or wants to send smth

[madschiavelique]

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐔

This au was first talked about on 04/11/2023 with my amazing bestie @sunflowersandsapphires and I thought it could be cute to share these thoughts !! (I'm gonna post several AUs ideas we had and discussed on throughout the months because DAMN the thoughts are delicious)

please note that english is not my first language and that there might be some little grammar mistakes here and there !

word count : 2,2k

We’re all familiar from up close or far of the myth of Medusa, also known as one of the gorgons. People often tend to forget that there were 3 gorgons on this myth : Medusa (of course), but also her sisters Euryale and Stheno. 

To give you a bit of a refresh on the myth of Medusa – just from memories okay, the versions of each myth vary in mythology and this is the one i remember best – she was in love with Poseidon and the god decided at one point to bring her to one of Athena’s temples so that they could make love there, her two sisters helping her getting in. 

The two lovers were taken during the act by Athena herself who cursed the 3 women by making them gorgons, creatures with snake hair (and body too I believe) that could turn to stone anyone that made the mistake of looking at them in the eyes.

So my mind went like “huh, wait a minute you’d have to be able to see to actually turn to stone right ? So what would happen if-” and it all clicked.

I think somehow Athena’s magic on the gorgons would make them prone to often get reached by men that are ill-intended. So who knows, what if reader is one of the gorgon sisters, hum ? 

What if men in the past have tried to come and attack you, what if men in the past successfully killed your two sisters and that you’re now all alone ? What if you lost faith in the possibility of anyone being nice to you, or of anyone not considering you as the monster that you are ?

You lived bitterly, secluded in an area people never walked by in fear of getting attacked by you. You're just so used to people coming to you with the intention of killing you that you expect everything to be a threat. You know better than to be afraid, your powers serve you well enough that you don't have to live in fear.

Until one day, Matt gets lost. He’s never passed through that area before, and the surroundings are so different to his sensitivity. There’s a certain presence, an aura that makes his senses blurry as he walks hesitantly.

Of course, you notice his presence. You’re used to living underground, and the vibrations his footsteps and his stick send through the earth are enough for you to come to the surface. You get out, ready to fight, ready to stare, ready to kill.

He hears you, turning around and simply asking “Hello ?”

But ironically, you’re the one to freeze this time : he is looking in the void, and the usual signs of petrification are not lining up on his body. You frown, and the gut wrenching feeling of fear takes you as much as the weight lifting sensation of relief.

Maybe your powers aren’t working anymore, maybe this is your last moments of torment, maybe you will join your sisters in Hell, maybe you’ll die and get humiliated once more. 

But maybe you’re finally free from your curse, maybe only the snakes remain on your head but you can’t turn anyone to statues anymore : maybe you can finally get out of this situation where you’re all alone.

You just want to make sure though, so you step forward a bit, not entirely in case he tries to attack you by surprise, and ask “Why have you come here ?”

He tilts his head towards the sound of your voice, a curious gleam passing his eyes as his eyes won’t settle on you.

“I’m lost.” he answers.

Now you scoff, thinking it’s another trick to make you fall. You’ve had wise men trying to kill you in the past, using their wits to trap you in enigmas or other stupidities that would bring your downfall. 

“I don’t fall for tricks and traps,” you say as you step closer to him.

He doesn’t seem to step back, nor does he seem afraid, not in the slightest. You tilt your head a bit until your eyes bore into his, making sure your gaze is aligned with his own.

He frowns, tilting his own head to the side, “Tricks and traps ?”

Your eyes go wide and your shoulders fall as the realisation hits you : he’s blind.

The fear dissipates, but gives its place to disappointment. Of course your curse is not lifted, of course the possibility of you going back to a semi-normal life is purely impossible. You step back, looking at him as if discovering him for a second time.

“You’re not here to kill me ?” you question as you cross your arms over your chest.

He’s the one to scoff now, placing both of his hands on his stick.

“Kill you ? Why would I do such a thing ?”

There’s genuine confusion in his tone, but you’re not ready to let your guard down about all of this.

“Don’t play ignorant, you know why.”

“I assure you I don’t.” he answers. 

Now you’re both confused.

You are mostly because it’s the first time your powers don’t act on someone, as well as the first time someone isn’t here to kill you nor is aware of your existence.

As for him, he’d just arrived here because he had lost his way, and now here he was in front of a woman that was claiming he was here to kill her. So who could she be that people came so often here with that purpose only ? 

There was something different about you, your smell indicated a strong presence of wet stone, but of something much different. Something that smelled like warm sand, like diluted metal, like scales of snakes. He wondered if perhaps you had one on you, or if the area had plenty of them he had to beware of.

You couldn’t tell if he knew of the legends, for who knows : maybe your sister’s tale had gone forgotten. If he was aware of your story however, he looked like someone pretty calm about it, which made the word ‘unusual’ turn into a euphemism for your situation.

“You’re simply lost ?” you end up interrogating.

“I never used this passageway before,” he conceded, “I wanted to use it as a shortcut, but I’ve never gone this far away from the places I know by heart.”

You continued looking at him. He was well built, enough that his physique could be considered as one of the many heroes that had tried harming you. Yet the more you looked at him, the less the thought of him being here to cause you pain and kill you faded. He only had a bag, and his walking stick. 

Your silence perplexed him.

“Why would people want to kill you ?” he asked again, pulling you back from your reverie.

The question made you feel weird, because it seemed like such an evidence to you that seeing an alternative to this interrogation seemed impossible on the spot. Why would they not want to kill you ? They had plenty of reasons anyway.

“Doesn’t matter,” you answered on the spot as this being somehow the only thing your could provide as an answer.

“I think it does,” he interjected, and your parted your lips.

In all these years of being a gorgon, never had your had much of a conversation like so. He surely didn’t care about your life, and maybe was this another ruse to lure you in and make you easier to kill.

Guessing how answering these questions wasn’t one of your fortes, he sighed.

“Could you help me find my way back, please ?”

You’re hesitant on the case of his demand. Every man before him had wronged you, had turned against you to try and bring some glory to their pathetically short lives while you remained eternal and undefeated. 

What if it was another trick by Athena ? What if this was her final resort to bring glory to humans ?

And in any case, men had taken away your sisters, how could you not be angry at them and not wish to help them ? 

But this one… He seemed kind, disinterested in any kind of glory in any shape or form, just a blind man lost in your woods.

Not daring to be closer to him or even touching him in case this could ease your way into death, you grabbed the foot of his stick and rose back up.

“Hold on to it,” you mumbled as you started walking towards the next path.

You turned a second to him, a grin plastered on his face. Not a vicious one, to your relief, but a grateful smile.

“Why’s a lady like you all by herself on this desertic passage ?” he questioned, walking at your pace as he tried to make sure by waving his arm in front of him that he wouldn’t be hitting anything.

You weren’t here to make friends with men, but you hadn’t talked to anyone in a while. The sight of him having so much trouble directing himself because of your gauche handling of his stick sent you a wave of pity. You dropped the wood, and he stopped, surprised.

“Already there ?” he asked in surprise.

But you came to him, taking his hand and have it circle your arm so that he could still use his stick.

“Thank you,” he softly smiled as you both started walking again, your mind trying to chase away the way his arm against yours felt. “So, why are you all alone in here ?”

“Because bad men chased me until there was no place other than there for me to live,” which wasn’t far off the mark.

“Exiled ?” he interrogated.

“Feared.” you breathed.

“How could you be feared ?” the question rang wrong to him.

“How could I not,” you almost laugh as your free hand comes to caress the neck of a snake.

“I don’t find you terrifying,” his lips came to form an inverted smile as he rose his eyebrows.

“It’s because you are safe from my unwanted danger.” 

“Am I holding the hand of the most dangerous person to ever be ?” he laughed, the lack of seriousness in his tone making the situation all the more ironic for you.

“You just might,” you answered, a bit less tense than you were seconds ago.

“Well, it pleases me,” he admitted and you stiffened.

Trying to play it cool and not get nervous that this could be your last conversation ever, you asked : 

“To be in danger ?”

His head turned to yours, his gaze still lost somewhere you could never be in.

“To be in good company.”

Your walk with him came to an end, and Matt had by now remembered the way to get to the path. He wished you goodbyes, and you came back to your cave thinking how much of a strange situation it had been. 

He hadn’t tried to kill you on the way, but maybe had an acolyte of some sort of his placed a trap in your cave. You meticulously made your way back to your place, but nothing different was to be found.

What an odd encounter.

And thus he came a second time to you.

“I’ve lost my way again,” he had explained.

“Have you got the memory of a goldfish ?”

But nevertheless, you had accompanied him back again, and had chatted again, and waved goodbyes again.

But still, he kept getting lost, and kept coming back to you for your guidance. 

You had the full conviction by now that he had the worst sense of orientation a man could have ever gotten.

And he had the full conviction that you were not a monster, so he pretended to not know his way although he now knew it by heart just to have an excuse to meet you again and talk to you.

“Seems like I really can’t remember my way anymore.”

“Matt, you always come to me with the exact same path, you know that right-”

“Really can’t remember it anymore, such a shame, looks like you’ll once again have to accompany me.

“It’s the second time you’ve come to see me today.”

Of course he tries to play it off and placing this on his atrocious sense of orientation, but there are some moments where he accidentally lets the cover slip.

“It’s near a huge rock.” you explain again.

“You mean the one shaped like a heart that is about 300 steps from here ?”

“Yes exact- wait a minute, if you know the placement so well, how come you always get lost ?”

“...”

“...?”

“Amnesia has taken me, what were we talking about ?”

“Matt you’ve gotten ‘amnesia’ three times this week. You need to speak to someone about that.

“You shouldn’t worry. Actually I feel like I have most of my sense in your presence lately, your company cures me of my own obliviousness-” he says as he trips over a rock immediately.

And you’re quite oblivious to this, but also the more you understand about this, the least do you complain about it. 

Maybe loneliness started slipping away from you after all.

(I could continue on this au but I have WAY too many others in mind that I want to put out there !!! I'd love to see any of the thoughts you'd have on this au besties <33)

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[bonefall]

Willowclaw Nightcloud sparring buddies to lovers slowburn send post

[ID: A headshot Willowclaw from Warrior Cats. She's a fluffy gray cat with deep, reddish amber eyes and white highlights.]

Background characters that mysteriously vanish between books that I get to give brand new personalities to, my beloved

She's allegiance-only. We know nothing about this woman. There's a Missing Kit statement that she got her name for being a "Fierce Fighter" and that's it. So obviously I'm obsessed with her and I'm giving her stuff to do in BB <3

I might have do the Sparring Buddies to Lovers slowburn or I might just have them remain friends... but in any case here she is. A future buddy of Nightcloud. Girl who has positive opinions on Nightcloud but never really said anything until Nightcloud reached out.

Are you READY for RANDOM INFORMATION THAT I COMPLETELY MADE UP FOR HER? LETS GO

She LOVES kibble. It's her favorite food. She can't even begin to try and recreate the dish at home because then it would be known that she regularly takes food from humans.

Willowclaw is known as one of the strongest warriors in WindClan, but also one of the most secretive. She barely talks and her Clanmates gossip about her a lot because she's so mysterious.

She secretly speaks a fair amount of Seamew because she does hang out with local barn cats and loners. Yew probably learned some Clanmew from her.

That's also where her three kits came from, various local toms. She claimed Queen's Rights of course.

Those kits are Furzepelt, Boulderfur, and Dewspots.

(I wish I could give Dewspots some kits of her own too... but WindClan has sooo fewww catsss)

Her family is 100% different from the Missing Kit statement; her mother and father are Robinflight (prev. Robinwing WC) and Whintail (prev. Gorsetail TNP), her brothers are Owlwhisker and Weaselfur.

Willowclaw is probably slightly older than her brothers, and she looks NOTHING like them. I'm not sure if she was adopted or if one of her parents had an affair but I don't think she's completely related to Owl and Weasel.

Aftergathering attender. Brings kibble and drives a hard bargain to any cat who's curious about what crunchies taste like.

When she's in camp she's usually training, likes border patrols.

She's known as a loner, but she pulls her weight and isn't CHRONICALLY absent so she's left to it.

Anyone who talks bad about her can get clobbered if they want; she's not afraid to exercise her Right to Challenge.

Honestly though? She has good opinions about Nightcloud (strong, hardworking, polite, yet not a total pushover), but she thinks Breezepelt is a bad egg. She's not entirely unfounded in that opinion either-- Furzepaw was Breezepelt's apprentice, and he brought her into the Dark Forest with him. Furzepelt later runs off with him and Sunstrike to join The Kin, too.

(her relationship with furze was... strained. She loves her daughter, but blames most of her problems on Breezepelt. She doesn't understand why she can't just be like Dew and Boulder.)

Meanwhile HARESPRING, blessed boy, mentor of her sweet boy BOULDERFUR, is going to make a wonderful deputy because he has learned from his mistakes. Thank the Stars it wasn't Crowfeather.

She's one of the few cats who fins Crowfeather absolutely INSUFFERABLE. Egotistical little freak. It's no wonder Breezepelt turned out the way he did, when Crowf is SO full of himself. She was popping the FRESH kibble when Onestar stripped him of his Honor Title and exiled him for a while as Just Crow.

But, these opinions, she keeps to herself. Willowclaw rarely does more than react with a smug smile or a grumble-- and she CERTAINLY doesn't get involved in politics. Which is a shame because she's strong and senior enough to be considered for the role of Deputy, but she's really not a leader.

When she makes friends with Nightcloud, she'll be in camp a lot more, almost like Night's "melting" her shell a bit. It's met with baffled rumors from the other WindClan cats. Was it really THAT easy? Nightcloud just asking to hang out with Willowclaw more? THAT'S what got her to be more social?

"Yes," She deadpans, side-eyeing anyone who's still talking, "Maybe they just weren't interesting enough."

#better bones au #BB!Willowclaw

[theconstellationprincess]

Hey, i know you made this post a long while ago [Jan 4th so you can know which one I'm talking about] but are you still taking requests for the "send me a blorbo and a number from 1-50"? Maybe vox and 27? [Or any song you'd like]

Hi hi! Yes! #27 -> look who’s inside again by Bo Burnham

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Vox paced in his office, watching on his cameras as Valentino slowly left Vox’s apartment. The other two had joined him in his apartment the previous night after Velvette had regressed and needed to be watched. Vox had left early for work, but Val and Velvette were taking their time leaving.

He fiddled with his coffee cup as Val entered the elevator, waiting for the doors to close before his shoulders dropped and he quickly made his way to his apartment himself, making use of his cameras as transport.

He collapsed against his door, fans whirring noisily as he sloppily locked his door. It was quiet, apart from his fans. He’d felt the ever encroaching fuzz for a couple of days now, but the time had never been right. He felt frustrated tears well up in his eyes but he blinked them away, instead stumbling further into his apartment and toward his bedroom.

With shaking hands, he pulled out the pathetic little box that held his minuscule regression gear. While he was happy to spoil and indulge both Valentino and Velvette with whatever they wanted, especially when small, he hated the idea of… giving into this side of himself. So he has the necessities for his general age range and that’s it; pacifier, a stuff shark, and pull-ups. The package of diapers was unopened, he’d learned that he would honestly rather have an accident than face the possibility of someone seeing him wearing a diaper.

Of course, he didn’t let his littles get away with this, after all no kid wants to deal with needing to get cleaned up or the embarrassment of having an accident that everyone can see. He makes sure that, when necessary, padding is used. But! Luckily for him, he didn’t have a caregiver. In fact, no one knew he regressed at all! So. There’s that. No one in charge of him, he can do whatever he wants, in the confines of his bedroom where he locks himself in when he regresses.

Vox changed out of his work clothes into something more comfortable, and black (just in case), before flicking the lock on his door shut and setting a 1 hour timer. He had stuff to do, no time for a proper regression, but enough that he can shove some of that stupid fuzziness back where it came from.

Vox flopped onto his bed, grabbing his pacifier and shoving it into his mouth eagerly. He grabbed his shark as well, cuddling it close to his chest. He was booored. Wide, curious eyes danced around the room until they settled on the door, which was making an odd sound.

“Vox!” Shouted the door in… was that Velvette’s voice? Did his door eat his friend? Vox stared at the door, shaking slightly. The door wobbled a bit and made a banging sound. Vox quietly played the sound back, trying to remember what it was. Knocking! That makes much more sense, his door didn’t eat Velvette, she was knocking and shouting outside of the door.

Oh. That’s not ideal.

“Vox!” She shouted again, “Listen, Val messed up a camera or something and he’s pretty upset, like, emotionally. It’s weird. Come fix it!” Vox swallowed, squirming unhappily. He eyed the timer. 50 minutes remained. He wasn’t supposed to leave the bedroom when he was small… but Val was sad! And, it’s not like he had a caregiver to enforce any rules, so…

“Val?” Vox asked, pointing at the phone. “Th-sad?” Velvette stared at him, confused. Vox tried to rennet what he was supposed to do if anyone ever found him when he was small. He was supposed to call Velvette, but she was already there, so now what? “Th-mall.” Vox said, pointing at himself, frowning as he lisped.

“I gathered,” Velvette said dryly. Vox hunched I’m on himself a bit, taking a few stumbling steps back until he was passed the boundary of the door and back into the bedroom. He shouldn’t have left. Vox made a high pitched whirring noise, fans clicking on again. Velvette was not happy. He could hear noises far away, the closer, and then Val was there. He was very tall when Vox was wearing no shoes. Vox hid behind his door, only peaking out slightly.

This did nothing to help when Val just waltzed into his bedroom, stretching out onto Vox’s bed without a care. He tossed Vox his shark stuffy. Vox scrambled forward to catch it, and then Val reached out and grabbed the corner of his screen.

“Hey Voxxy,” Valentino purred softly, “you really are small, aren’t you?” Vox nodded, pointing at his timer. Velvette spoke up from behind him.

“He has a lisp,” she informed Valentino, much to Vox’s embarrassment. He frowned at her, but got distracted by his timer. It was halfway done. Vox whined softly, he hated the timer! Valentino and Velvette were talking, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. He began to cry, feedback and static echoing into the room momentarily before he was able to mute himself.

The two others turned to look at him, but their faces were blurry. Vox whined silently, reaching out towards them because he hated being alone, and he was always alone and it was no fun.

Things were blurry from there, but as he had trained himself too, Vox dropped back out of headspace when the timer went off. It was disorienting and sometimes painful, but it worked as an off switch so he used it. He blinked a few times. He was on the couch, and his apartment was a disaster. Velvette and Valentino were cuddling him on either side of him, and they looked like disasters too. Exhausted and, to Vox’s embarrassment, clearly bruised and bitten. How much havoc had he wrecked in 30 minutes?

He slowly extracted himself from this embrace, because he had set that timer for a reason, and stretched. He felt far better than he had after regressing since… well a while. Vox yawned as he got himself ready for the rest of the day, jealously eyeing his two compassions as they snoozed on the couch. Perhaps, he need not isolate himself every time he’s small.

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[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 27 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Oh guys this is a hard read for my first post in a hot second. I have been slow at writing this, cause this is super important and I don't want to have it be bad, or tacky. This is obviously horrible what happened to these people, and sometimes that horrific a of an event is hard to put into words. This is in means no way to offend anyone.

Disclaimer: End part of episode 9, if you are not comfortable with this please don't read.

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @imusicaddict, anyone else please let me know.

We again piled into the trucks, we were making good time, but it still felt like years being in the back of the vehicle. Babe had kept my secret from everyone like I had asked, but I caught him sending me looks throughout the night. The sadness still lingering in his eyes from the conversation we had had previously. All I could do was send him small smiles. 

We passed through the green countryside, chatting amongst ourselves. The rolling plains seemed endless, as they stretched out for miles, further than the eye could see. 

The trucks passed through the outskirts of the small rural town, a decrepit barn sat on the side of the road. Even from over the roar of the engines from all of the vehicles driving by, I could still hear the yells of men. I look to the barn curious about the commotion, everyone else also peering over. The barn door swung open as soldiers tossed men onto the ground, I could see from here the men were wearing German uniforms. I couldn’t look away fast enough as the soldier’s standing behind the men raised their guns, shooting them in the back of the head. I turned my eyes away from the scene, not wanting to witness the brutal killings. 

The other men seemed unfazed.

Except for O’Keefe, who looked around to his fellow comrades with shock on his face. They didn’t return the sorrow that etched his features, only shrugging their shoulders, or smiling at the man for looking so distraught by what he had seen. 

His eyes finally landed on mine. I returned the look of sadness and horror, but mine was worn with memories behind it. O’Keefe eyes shone with new fear and sadness, whereas mine was tattered and old. O’Keefe had not yet known the horrors of war, I guess that’s why the men didn’t reciprocate his concern. We all had seen much worse than a few men being shot in the head. 

What an odd statement to make. To realise. 

O’Keefe’s reaction was only natural, but for us it wasn’t out of the ordinary. It was a sad reality to think we were accustomed to the horrors we had seen.    

We finally pulled into the little town. The men quickly departed the trucks, getting orders from the Lieutenants. We weren’t staying the night, just stopping for a break, before continuing on in our journey. 

“I have to go on a patrol through the woods.” Don said as he approached me. I nodded my head, giving him a smile. There wasn’t much for me to do here, we weren’t unpacking, so I hung around the officers in case they needed me for something.   

“Ok, be safe.” I placed a kiss on his cheek. I watched as he walked away joining the rest of the men he was going with. 

—----------------------------------------------

“Emily! Guys! Hey, have you seen any of the officers?” Frank yelled from behind us. I turned to face Perconte, his normal playful expression filled with urgency. 

“No.” Babe, Lieb and I all stated. 

“Is everything ok, Frank?” I asked the man, my face changing to concern for my friend. He had been on one of the patrols. Everyone else had come back from theirs except for their group. But Frank was by himself, where were the other men? Even Don had come and gone, saying they hadn’t found anything. Frank didn’t answer me though, sprinting from one soldier to the next, asking the same questions. 

I watched him, my brows furrowed and lip caught between my teeth. Babe and Lieb seemed to have brushed off the odd interaction going back to the conversation they were having. 

“Ain’t that right, Em?” Babe nudged me, but my gaze was still fixed on Frank running around frantically. 

“Em?” Lieb asked, clicking his fingers in front of my face. 

“I think something’s wrong.” I told them, my stomach churning. I felt unsettled, something not sitting right in my gut. 

“He’s probably fine.” Lieb said, lighting his smoke, taking a deep drag from the cigarette. “Don’t look so worried, Emmy.” He tried to reassure me, stroking his hand down my back. But I shook my head. I set off after Frank as he ran into one of the buildings. 

“Em, where are ya going?” Babe called after me. But I didn’t turn to explain. I ran after Frank, gaining on him as I sprinted, dodging my way through the crowd.   

Frank found Winters first. The red haired man walked out of the building they had been temporarily occupying. I hung back not wanting to interrupt them, but I was desperate to know why Perco was so frantic. 

“Major Winters, Sir.” Frank started chasing after the officer who walked briskly towards where I stood. 

“Uhh, we found something.” Perco didn’t seem to know how to phrase his words. The pair passed in front of me, I followed behind them closely, eavesdropping in on their conversation. 

“We’re out on patrol and we came across this…” Frank stopped trying to find the right way to describe what he had seen.

“What, what, what, what?” Major Winters prompted Perco trying to get him to spit out what he wanted to say. 

“Frank, Frank, what is it?” Winters seemed just as concerned as I did. Perco stood in front of Dick, mouth agape, trying to think of how he wanted to explain himself. 

“I don’t know, sir.” He uttered, shaking his head. 

At that moment my stomach dropped. I didn’t know why, but something about how flustered, confused and scared Perco looked set me on edge. 

This war wasn’t pretty, hell no war was. But there were horrific things done, so many lives lost. There were a number of explanations as to what their patrol found, each one just as dreadful as the next.  

Winters saw that too. He loaded a couple groups of men into the back of the trucks, myself included. With Frank in the front car with the rest of the officers, he gave directions back to where the patrol waited.

I sat between Don and Lieb, no one seemed to take Frank’s worries seriously. The men in the bed talked and chatted casually to each other. I sat elbows on my knees and head in my hands, I couldn’t stop my leg from jittering and my stomach churning. 

We drove into the dense forest, following the dirt roads and Frank’s directions. I watched as Perco lifted his arm pointing left, my eyes followed. 

My heart dropped as my eyes landed on the gruesome sight. 

There in the thick of the trees, was a clearing. 

Within the open space was a fence, lined with barbed wire. The tall barrier loomed over a muddy field. In the middle sat wooden huts and a bigger building sitting at the edge. Outside of the fence was a tall watch house. 

I knew from the first glance what this was. 

No, I knew from the smell. 

That was the first thing to hit me. The stench of sweet rotting flesh filled my senses, it felt as if it clung to everything, there was no way to escape it. The men around me screwed up their noses and flinched away from the foul scent, their attention finally captured. 

The chatter had died as soon as the camp came into view. From a glance around the bed I could tell a lot of the men were confused, unsure of what they were looking at. Just like Frank; they were unable to put into words exactly what they were seeing.       

Within the confines of the barrier stood people. Well, they didn’t look exactly like people. I could see, even from a distance, their bodies were unfed and unwashed. 

The trucks stopped, the men slowly disembarking. It was silent, as they all tried to understand what exactly they were looking at. 

I jumped out immediately walking closer to the barrier. There were two fences. A perimeter between the two, enough for people to walk in. A body lay between the two barriers, gaunt and lifeless. 

The men inside the gate all wore the same sets of clothes, blue striped pyjamas. I swallowed the lump in my throat, tears already brimming in my eyes. 

It was one thing to learn about in school, but another to see it in real life. It all but consumed me. 

Everyone else still had no idea what this really was. Eyes all filled with questions and horror. 

Winters slowly approached the gate. The men inside stood waiting. I wonder if they knew if we were good or bad, but they didn’t run. They gathered around looking back at us as we looked in on them. 

There were no women, no children, only men inside. But they didn’t look like it. They all appeared pale and lifeless, only skin and bone, barely moving. 

The men opened the gate as everyone gathered in front of the opening. 

“Major, sir?” Christenson questioned, asking if he should proceed in opening the next gate. The gate that would allow these people to be free of their confines, and allow us to enter their decimated prison. 

“Open it up.” Winters commanded. The men nodded their heads, cutting off the chain that secured the compound closed.   

“Stand back, back it up, back, back.” Christenson commanded the prisoners as he tried to swing open the gate. 

They stepped back revealing smoking huts and even more men, ones who didn’t seem strong enough to approach the barrier. 

I couldn’t hold back my tears as they slipped down my face. I looked from person to person I could see the torture they had endured etched into their features, but I’m sure that was only a second. Only a small glimpse into the years of horror they had to live through. 

How many people did they have to watch die, family, friends, peers. Wondering if they were next or secretly praying that someone would just end their pain.

I wonder how long they were kept in these cages like animals waiting for their slaughter? 

How could people be so cruel to their own kind? 

We moved forward slowly as a group, the prisoners watched us, they looked apprehensive for a moment before they all seemed to realise we were not the enemy. 

They moved forwards, hands reaching out grabbing at the soldiers who walked in. I felt the sleeves of my shirt being tugged glancing to the side to find the men holding tightly onto me. 

“I’m sorry.” Was all I could manage, they didn’t even understand what I was saying but I just wanted them to know how awful I felt. 

A man reached for me embracing me in his arms, I held him back. I could feel under the material of his clothes, his thin frame, I could feel every rib and bone as I hugged him. 

He sobbed into my shoulder whispering in German, I didn’t understand what exactly he was saying but it sounded like he was thanking us. 

“Liebgott, Liebgott!” Winters called from the front of the group. My heart stopped. Lieb, my best friend, my rock. He had no idea his own people were one of the main targets in Hitlers regime.

I watched Lipton move back through the crowd yelling Lieb’s name. Joe and Don stood guard just outside the gate, guns in hand. 

Lipton brought him back through the crowd. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, he glanced over to find my gaze. 

Joe tilted his head, without words he was asking me if I was alright. I weakly nodded my head still wrapping my arms around the German man who wept into my shoulder. 

There was no way I could stop Lieb from finding out, and it would break him. All I could do was be there for my friend. 

Lipton spurred the men into action, instructing the men to give these people rations, blankets, food and water anything we could spare. 

The man holding me stepped back collapsing to the floor, I glanced around looking for water. 

“Water, can I get some water over here!” I yelled, Babe moved quickly holding out a canteen for me to take. 

I unscrewed the lid, pouring water into the man’s mouth. He was exhausted, as if he was holding on to the last of his strength until help came. When he knew he was safe he finally let go. 

I moved from person to person, tending to their ailments. But most of them I couldn't do much for, it wasn’t like they were actively bleeding out like all the other injuries I had become adjusted to. They were sick and starving. 

The only thing I could do was offer food and water. But each time I lifted my head the numbers grew, the more that gathered, the more ill they looked.  

A man approached me holding another in his arms. The man in his arms looked so weak, nothing to him but skin and bone, so pale he was almost translucent. 

The prisoner holding the man spoke quickly in German, his eyes pleading with me to help. I held out my arms as he passed over the very ill man. 

I let out a gasp as he was placed in my arms, he weighed almost nothing, I could feel every piece of him under my fingertips. 

I knelt to the ground holding the German man in my lap, trying to figure out what I could do to help him.  

“How can I help you?” I muttered under my breath. 

“Sing bitte für mich.” The man that lay in my arms said. I tilted my head listening to his whispered words. 

“Lieb!” I called, he rushed over kneeling next to me. 

“Sing bitte für mich.” The man repeated himself. 

“He wants you to sing for him.” Lieb said softly. I nodded at the man, if that's what he wanted I would do anything. 

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.” I sang quietly to the dying man, the song my mother used to sing as a lullaby to me. 

“You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away.” The man reached his hand up cupping my face as I sang for him. A tear slipped down my cheek. Lieb sat close and watched us. His own eyes glistened. 

“The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms.” The man smiled at me, more tears falling down my cheeks as I held him in my arms. 

“When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried.” The man brushed away my tears, as his hand fell back down to his side. His breathing faded. 

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.” A sob left me as the man stared up at the sky. 

I let go of his hand, resting it by his side. I moved from underneath him, lying him gently on the floor. 

Joe encased me in his arms as I sobbed into his chest. He pulled away, I looked up to find Don standing over us. He opened his arms for me, I stood from my position on the floor and moved into his embrace. His hand ran down my back as I cried. 

We pulled apart, Lieb had gone and gotten a blanket. He gave it to me to lay over the man. I bent down, closing his eyes to make him at peace and gently placed the blanket over his body. 

“I’m so sorry.” I whispered as I stood again. I wiped my tears away.  

Lieb was called away to translate, as Don and I moved around the camp, trying our best to help the men who came to us. 

We stuck close to each other not wanting to stray from the other’s side. 

I kept glancing over my shoulder to find Lieb with the officers and one of the German men. He was translating for them. I was just waiting for the bomb to be dropped, the truth to be revealed. 

“Everything ok?” Don asked, I shook my head. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, coming closer. 

“Don, this camp. These aren’t prisoners of war.” I started, unsure of how I was going to explain this to him. His brows furrowed as he listened. 

“These people are innocent. They were dragged from their homes, away from their families. The only thing they have in common is that they are different.” There were so many groups here, but anyone who was ‘imperfect’ or ‘different’ was casted out. 

“What do you mean?” Don couldn’t understand that these people did nothing wrong. I’m sure his mind went to why would they lock these people up if they were innocent?

“Jews, Poles, Roma, musicians, people with disabilities, people of colour, this is who they have captured. And this isn’t the only one! There are thousands of these camps, some far worse than this. Don, Hilter wants a superior race, anyone who doesn’t fit that bill he’s exterminating.” Don couldn’t stop the horror in his eyes as he realised my words. 

“You’re saying there are more of these camps? That more people are in this condition?” Don asked, his eyes flicking around our surroundings imaging more of these exact situations. 

“They split up the families, women and children together and then the men together. These camps cover all of Germany and some other countries as well.” I explained the best I could to Don, who didn’t look like he was able to wrap his head around the information spilling from my lips. 

“Wait, how do you know this?” He asked his brows furrowed together as he glanced over at me. 

I bit my tongue, this wasn’t the time to expose my true self, all of this was too much in itself. 

“The nurses have been talking about it, I didn’t quite believe it till now.” I lied through my teeth, but Don didn’t notice, he was too wrapped up in the scene playing before us. 

“What are we going to do?” He asked, his sweet eyes full of sorrow as he looked over each person that walked in front of us.  

“I don’t know?” I answered honestly, as I stared off into the distance.   

I again glanced over to Lieb who was translating for the officers. Each man with their own look of horror and shock on their face. I bit my lip, waiting and watching. 

“Juden, Juden.” The prisoner they were talking to repeated. I didn’t need to be translated, I could see it clearly on Joe’s face what the man had said. 

“They’re Jews.” Lieb uttered, in his own disbelief and rage. Lieb was a loyal man. This camp, this attack, was on his own people, his family. 

“Lieb knows.” I told Don who was giving water to a man. I wanted to run over and hug him, but he was keeping his composure, still translating for the officers. So I turned my back and helped the men who gathered before me.  

The further we walked into the camp the more awful it became. The huts the men were living in were burned down to the foundations, burnt skeletons still resided in the ash and rubble. 

“Jesus Christ!” Don muttered covering his face with a piece of fabric, the smell was so strong it almost made it unbearable to breathe. 

“Look at their arms.” Don pointed out two men who lay still in the ruins. Numbers etched into the flesh on their wrists. 

“Like cattle.” Babe shook his head. We walked in silence through it all.  

We helped as much as we could, going into the huts and bringing people out. Each time I stepped inside, my heart clenched and cracked, it was tearing me up. 

The tears had stopped long ago, there was nothing more left to cry. I just needed to help, I think at some point I switched off, just to maintain some sanity, because before I knew it we were back in the beds of the trucks.

#band of brothers #hbo war #donald malarkey #band of brothers fanfic #easy company #joe toye #dick winters #bill guarnere #emily lane #babe hefferon #lewis nixon #joe liebgott

[eksvaized]

>>> John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

>>> one-shot

>>> heavily inspired by Nelly Furtado's song 'Promiscuous'

“The feeling that you’re giving really drives me crazy.” Johnny whispered into your ear. His hand slid down your back, sending a wave of shivers up your spine. You turned your head and faced him. A smirk tugging on your lips.

“You expect me to just let you hit it.” You rolled your eyes at him but didn’t move away. He groaned, yet a cheeky smile still crept across his face. “But will you still respect me if you get it?”

You and Johnny were teammates. You were both aware that relationships among squad members were absolutely prohibited and frowned upon. However, you tried not to dwell on it, and if someone pointed out that you were getting close, treading on the dangerous line, about to step over, you used the excuse that always seemed to work: we are just flirting.

That might have been the case at first. Johnny was a confident man who loved to tease you, and you were having too much fun to turn him down. You enjoyed the attention, the compliments he would send your way, and the indiscreet glances he would attempt to steal, which you would always catch him doing. He didn’t care that you had caught him, though, and even when your eyes met, he refused to turn away.

“What’s the problem? I don’t see no ring on your hand.” He’d always point out, letting your fingers intertwine with his while he fiddled with your hand.

Even if it was simply holding hands, his touch drove you wild; you could never get enough of it.

Deep inside, you knew that what you two were doing was wrong.

After a mission, when you returned to the base, you and Johnny, and occasionally others too, liked to grab the bottle of the cheapest alcohol and finish it in one sitting. It was your way of unwinding, and it was much easier to fall asleep when you were intoxicated and couldn’t think about anything other than how fast the world was spinning.

“You already know that I’m all yours.” You replied and leaned into him, allowing your body to relax into his embrace. Your back was pressed against his chest. His arm curled around you, his other hand trailing up and down your side.

“I can’t keep my mind off you.” He confessed after taking another shot. You couldn’t see his face, but his head was dipped, and his eyes explored your body, trying to imprint the image of you laying in his arm in his memory. “I was at a loss for words the first time we spoke. You seemed so innocent, and I was curious about you.”

You giggled when he said innocent. You may have appeared to be a naive girl, young and eager to join an elite team, but as it was quickly revealed, you were far from innocent. The way you carried yourself, the fact that you never turned down Johnny’s banter and seemed to love flirting with him, the brightest smile would paint your face whenever you would see him... that’s what drew his attention.

He still wasn’t brave enough to admit to himself, you or anyone else, but he wished he could have you all to himself. He didn’t want to share you or your attention, and he was envious anytime you flirted with someone else. He knew it was stupid to feel jealous of someone who was only a friend, yet he couldn’t help himself. Those feelings would constantly reemerge, no matter how hard he tried to keep his cool.

“Let your guard down, ain’t nobody gotta know.” You raised your head and looked at him. You were the one who constantly tested the waters to see how far he would let you take things. However, no matter how hard you tried or how persistent you were, he was always the voice of reason and gently turned you down. “We can keep it on the low.”

Johnny took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on you. You were laying on his chest, so you could feel his heartbeat quicken. This increased the size of your grin. You hoped that one more push would send him over the brink and make him screw all the rules against fraternising with teammates... and then screw you.

He shook his head but wasn’t able to say no to you. He realised he had to change the topic before he caved in, so he tugged on your shirt, arching his brow.

“I can see you’re with my t-shirt on.”

You nodded. It had become a habit of yours to steal his clothes and never give them back. They were bigger on you and more comfortable, and they smelt like him.

“I can see you with nothing on.” You didn’t want to stop taunting him, so you proceeded with your little game after checking around to make sure no one was paying attention to you two. “Feeling on me before you bring it on.”

“Bring that on?” He cocked his head to the side. You rolled your eyes at him, your tongue running across your bottom lip.

“You know what I mean.”

“You shouldn’t say those things.” He replied, adjusting himself and then sliding his body lower.

You sat up and took a shot. The bottle was almost empty. You both knew that once you finished it, you’d part ways since you couldn’t continue to be together. Drunk and desperate were not a great combination; you were well aware that neither of you could keep your hands to yourself if you’d be left alone.

#cod #call of duty #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #writing #johnny soap mactavish

[polarspaz]

SCP STEVE AU Tidbits

- Steve has very mixed feelings about the SCP foundation, especially with the shit that happens to D-Class. They tell him that D-Class are made up of only murderers and dangerous criminals, but he knows that’s bullshit. It’s one thing to hear the rumors, it’s another to see a innocent homeless person get ripped apart entirely.

- However at the same time he gets it. He’s seen and experienced so many terrible things, knows what really lurks in the dark corners of the world, that he understands why they have to be so extreme. The mere thought of any of these things getting lose in Hawkins is enough to make him break out into a small panic.

- So when Steve is assigned to Hawkins, he’s EXTREMELY tight lipped about his job. He tells everyone he works for a private organization that the government hires when they need help with dangerous situations. It works at first, but everyone is too curious for their own good, especially Nancy who secretly starts looking into it, but she doesn’t have to look for long, especially when another agent greets her at the library.

- After running errands, Steve comes back to the cabin to see everyone with piles of papers with the words “SCP FOUNDATION, INFORMATE RECUITEMENT FORM” emboldened at the top. Before anyone can say anything, Steve is grabbing the sheets of paper, ripping them apart and muttering, “No.No.No!” He doesn’t realize he’s shaking until Hopper grabs his arm and tells him to breath.

- Steve slumps into a chair and covers his eyes in frustration as everyone begins to bombarded him with question and Steve just snaps, “No one. And I mean NO ONE, is joining the fucking foundation.” Everyone is shocked at how serious he his, his haunted but steely stare sending shivers down their back.

“If it’s so bad, then why are a part of it?” Nancy prods and Steve can only grit his teeth in response. He doesn’t want them to know, know that he had no choice because he’s a freak too. Branded and classified as some inhuman thing that needs to be contained and monitored. 

They argue for a long time and slowly Steve’s begins to break. As much as he wants to keep everyone safe, he’s been so damn scared. He’s been floundering for so long, trying to pretend that that he’s fine, that this whole situation is fine, but it’s not, IT’S BULLSHIT.

-He starts telling them everything.

-At the end of it he’s sobbing, finally letting out the storm that has been building up inside for years and finds himself being wrapped up in Joyce’s small arms. He clings back and lets her soft voice drown out the frantic noise in his head. And for the first time in a long time Steve feels safe.

((Everyone becomes determined at that point to join the Foundation. Steve will only let them sign up as informants, and won’t allow them to do anything more dangerous than that, but over awhile some of them do get higher positions. Like Dustin, who starts interring as a scientist and wants to take over and be in charge of Steve’s case.))

#SCPSteve AU #my ramblings

[starglitterz]

to all the boys i've loved before.

─── KAZUHA ! // the cute senior in your cheerleading team.

─ a short series based on my own personal experiences with love and crushes. a sort of messy goodbye to all the boys i've loved before.

warning(s) ; brief mention of injuries, description of cheer stunts, links are all to youtube vids of the stunts mentioned in case u were curious ^_^

a/n ; hihi! this is a quick edit from me even tho i'm on hiatus, i checked my notifs and i saw that a few of u acc wanna be tagged for this series?!?! i didn't mention a taglist in the masterlist bc i didn't think anyone would want to be tagged :sob: , but now i'll make one!! send me an ask if you'd like to be tagged in the remaining posts of this series mwahhhh :)

series masterlist.

it's the start of a brand new academic year! this year, you're ready to give it your all for your cheerleading to secure a win, as you're no longer the newbie flyer; you'd like to consider yourself one of the pros now after two years of stunting. when you arrive at the practice area, you wave at a few familiar faces, and notice quite a few new people too. but the person who really captures your attention is the boy opposite you, and the first thought that runs through your mind when you see him is 'holy shit, he's so pretty!' he's got snowy white hair streaked with red in a tuft that falls in front of his eye, and surprising red eyes. you don't get an opportunity to speak with him though, because just then the cheer captain, ayaka, calls for you all to start your warm-up before starting to learn the actual routine.

thankfully, fate seems to be smiling upon you, as it turns out one of your regular bases, aloy, has opted not to join cheer this year, and ayaka wants beidou, who's more experienced with basing, to help fischl get used to flying. so, with luck on your side, you're partnered with the pretty boy from earlier and his best friend, gorou. "hi, i'm y/n!" you introduce yourself, eager to know his name. "i'm kaedehara kazuha," he smiles, "and i'm going to be honest, i know nothing about this." "same!" gorou pipes up, and you laugh, "no problem! i don't mind falling a few times." kazuha quickly shakes his head, "no way! i don't want you to get hurt, so we'll figure it out with venti stunting first." oh no. he's caring to someone he just met too?! archons, you're a goner.

after a few trial runs, gorou signals to you that they're ready to try it with you. this is a rather significant moment, because the three of you will be working together all term and are paired for the routine, so you've got to click with your bases to ace the stunts and gain your team some extra points. thankfully, you land a perfect stunt the first try, and the three of you are so happy you all start jumping around and cheering. the excitement in the air is practically tangible, and you're certain this will be a year to remember.

-

over the days of practice, you and kazuha gradually get closer, and you learn that he's just a year above you in school, which explains why you didn't know him prior to this. he's always very sweet to you and quiet, although he does tend to be a little bit of a tease sometimes. but really, some of the most memorable moments for the two of you occur while practicing stunts.

the first happens when you're practicing a cradle, which you three [idiotically] decide to attempt without a back support while riding on the high of your recent successful stunts. however, without lumine hoisting you up like she usually does, you're unused to the lack of extra force and end up tilting backwards when you should be leaning forwards to balance yourself. unsurprisingly, you end up falling, and somehow you land on your arm, which you suppose is better than landing on your head. kazuha disagrees. even though he's unsteady after the failed stunt too, he's instantly beside you, moving your arm up and down while gently tracing your wrist, "does it hurt?" "a little," you swallow, unable to meet his piercing gaze, "but i'll be fine." his fingers linger on your skin a little longer than they should, but in the end all he mumbles is, "it'll bruise a bit, make sure to put some ice onto it." when gorou tentatively suggests trying it again, kazuha shuts him down without hesitating, "no. what if y/n falls worse and gets injured? we can just wait for lumine to come back." your heart is beating way too fast for its own good from his protectiveness, and even though you just fell, you can't help but smile.

one day, kazuha is basing fischl for a pendulum together with beidou, just as an experiment to test which base would be able to handle such a difficult stunt, especially since ayaka wants fischl to fall both backwards and forwards instead of in just one direction. unfortunately, fischl ends up falling onto the safety mattress when she doesn't gain enough momentum to stand up again, and everyone is visibly shaken by what a sudden fall it was. the fact that the mat was there is the only reason she didn't break anything after the impact, and the reality of how dangerous stunting can be hits all of you, because one wrong move now could lead to a lifelong injury and that's no laughing matter. kazuha excuses himself, but you notice the expression on his face and follow after him - you don't think he should be alone right now. "'zuha, are you okay?" you ask in a whisper, using the affectionate nickname you had coined for him after declaring his six-letter name was too long. "no. she could have broken her fucking neck," kazuha says, leaning his head against his arm on the wall, scrunching his eyes shut as if to forget what happened, "and it would have been my fault for not being good enough." "it's okay, 'zuha," you move closer, "it wasn't your fault. we all make mistakes, and the main thing is that fischl wasn't hurt." "but she could have been." "kazuha-" "what if it had been you? what if i had fucking dropped you?" he finally looks at you, and his crimson irises swirl with emotion as he steps closer, "i need to practice more. if anything happened to you…" his voice breaks and he can't finish his sentence, turning once again to face the wall. you place your hand on his shoulder, rubbing comforting circles onto his skin, "even if you drop me, it's fine. but i know you won't." "how?" the reply is barely audible. "because i trust you." and really, that's the basis of both cheerleading and love, isn't it?

the stunt you truly will never forget is the day you're practicing basket tosses. you're pretty excited because it's a stunt you're known to excel at, and you do enjoy the feeling of almost weightlessness as you're tossed into the air. your bases today are kazuha and rosaria, so you think you'll be fine as both of them are steady bases. however, things don't quite go according to plan. rosaria threw you in a slightly tilted direction, so when you fall, you don't fall in the center for both of them to catch you like you're supposed to; you end up falling right into kazuha's arms. but because of the impact which was meant to be shared by two bases, both of you end up falling onto the ground, his grip around you tightening slightly as you fall. kazuha's on his knees, and due to the position of the catch, you're seated right on his lap. you're safe in his embrace though, and your arms are around his neck from how you latched on and hid your face in his chest. there's so much adrenaline running through your veins right now from the fall that you can barely think straight, and you can barely string together a coherent sentence with your heartbeat thumping in your ears. kazuha's frozen too, and although you don't realise this until later when your head clears, you were practically sitting on kazuha in such an intimate position in front of the entire team… that's embarrassing. but in a minute, kazuha snaps out of it and his first instinct is to check on you, "are you okay? fuck, i'm so sorry, are you okay?" the question spills from his mouth repeatedly like a prayer, a plea, and you nod rapidly before apologising, "yeah… i'm really sorry for falling on you though, i'm the one who should be asking if you're okay." "no, right now i'm worried about whether you're okay or not. does it hurt anywhere?" kazuha doesn't let go of you, but his eyes search yours for any hint of a lie as you reply that you're fine. when he has to let you go, it almost seems hesitant, like staying in his arms could help keep you safe.

-

your friendship extends past cheerleading too! when you all dress up for the casual christmas gala your school has organised, you comment on how good kazuha looks with the black cap he's wearing backwards when he pops by your class to visit you. he just laughs and takes it off before putting it on your head with a beam, "i think you wear it better."

texting kazuha always leaves you grinning at your phone like an utter idiot. he's so funny, always cracking jokes in the most calm tone. he could absolutely destroy someone while speaking in the most angelic tone with a sweet smile, and it's the most hilarious thing ever to you how he rips into teachers through text but is the perfect prefect in class.

the night before your debate competition, you text kazuha at midnight asking him to help you decide which dress to wear. he picks the one you were leaning towards all the while, and while you pretend to yourself that it's destiny, you realise something worse the next second; you don't have a blazer! how are you supposed to live out your professional lawyer daydreams without one?! for some reason, you decide to tell kazuha about this dilemma, but you don't expect his reply at all. he casually says, 'ill lend you mine tmrw' and you thank your lucky stars that it's only through text, because if you had heard him say that out loud you swear your heart might actually have stopped. the next day, kazuha passes the blazer to you in the morning and wishes you luck, assuring you that you're going to ace it. when you put it on, you're comforted by the fact that it smells like him, though you'd never say that out loud. he laughs when he sees how much it swamps you, and the sound makes you smile too, chasing all your nerves away. perhaps that was his plan all along.

for one of the events your school has, the two of you take a picture together 'for memories', as is the famous excuse just to get a picture with the person you're head over heels for. however, your smile almost comes across as a shocked face when kazuha slips his hand around your waist, tugging you ever so slightly closer. emboldened by his actions, you do the same to him, and his smile only widens as he voices no complaint. when you're chatting with your friends later, hu tao, who knows all about your little crush, grins mischievously like she has a huge secret to tell you. once the two of you are alone, she beams, "guess what? i did some digging, and you're the only one whose waist kazuha held." "what?! how do you know?!" you ask, heat springing to your cheeks at the mere thought of hu tao's strange notion. "because i'm such an oh-so-helpful friend, i helped everyone take their pictures today!" she winks conspiratorially, and you can barely formulate a reply, especially when she grins, "the two of you are totally perfect for each other!"

-

finally, your sports day dawns, and today's the day you're going to be performing the cheer routine. before you run onstage with your pompoms waving madly in the air, you whisper, "good luck," to kazuha and he grins, "i don't think we'll need it." it's almost like he can predict the future, because the performance is a smashing success that lands your team the win. everyone erupts into cheers, yelling, screaming and crying as ayaka is handed the trophy. you're so overjoyed that you keep jumping around, and you end up impulsively hugging kazuha way too many times to count. it's embarrassing in hindsight, but you don't regret it at all, especially when he reciprocates each and every one.

a/n ; omfg the pilot post of my series... no idk what hcs are don't ask. also i was srsly nervous abt posting this bc idk if these are even cute to other ppl or if it was just me bc i was a nervous stupid girl in love LMAO

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#kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #kazuha headcanons

[moonchild-in-blue]

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🧿 Greetings and Salutations 🧿

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☽ Tags, Content, and Others ☾

☽ Alright, what's all this then?

I blog mostly about music/literature/art/photography and whatever funny haha's peak my interest. As of June 2023, about 50% of my content is now Sleep Token related, so there's that. I keep it tagged in case anyone wants to block.

-> here's a good Sleep Token intro post if you're curious

(I'm always happy to talk about them, my brain is all mushy because of the creatures 🥺)

Expect to see a healthy dose of poetry, Pride and Prejudice, and BTS here. Also Dracula / Dracula Daily 🧛‍♂️ I am not capable of being a passive consumer of things.

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I try to tag everything accordingly (sometimes i forgor), and my most used tags should be on the search function.

(note: the search system is being a jerk so if you want to look for something, just use the tags on this post)

To make things easier:

#darya is unhinged <- for my writing, blurbs, ST lore analysis, etc

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#darya does art <- for my art posts

#darya answers <- for asks and such

#special pocket post <- for some of my favourite things

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#sleep token lore <- for all lore-related posts, mine or otherwise

#create;release <- for my Sleep Token illustration project, Create ; Release

All other content should be self-explanatory and tagged normally, but I'll update this if/when needed.

(jan. 2024 update)

#darya goes to the aquarium <- if you wanna see my slightly blurry content of my recent oceanarium visit; there are some cute, calming videos of fishies 🪼🦈🐟🪸

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That is all. Here is a reminder to drink some water, stretch your back, and give your eyes a rest. Remember, you are loved and worthy of all good things. It's okay if you're struggling - I am holding your hand and sending you moonlit kisses. 💙🫂🌜

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#pinned post #look at her being so organized #darya talks to herself #darya is unhinged #darya does art #darya's mixtape #darya answers #special pocket post #sleep token #sleep token lore #create;release #darya goes to the aquarium #fellowship of sleep #love is a tangerine #posts i would send vessel if he was real

[quietwingsinthesky]

Friend, could you explain to me the newest adventure time stuff? Like the simon/ice king thing, what's the plot/backstory that got revealed? At first I assumed these designs I kept seeing were new characters but then I started seeing art of the simon guy turning into the ice king. It's not a big deal but I'm curious what the context is

Sure! So the Simon thing is actually a plot point from the original show! If you’re like me and your adventure time knowledge was mainly the bumpers on Cartoon Network and covers of Marceline songs, then obviously, that’s not something you’d know because it absolutely hit me out of left field. And uh, goes without saying this whole thing is a massive spoiler for the original show. I’ve tried to keep any Fionna & Cake spoilers out, in case you want to watch that. (You should. You should also watch the original. And the Distant Lands shorts. Join us. You won’t regret it. Just maybe pace yourself and don’t watch it all in four nights like I did lol)

Anyway, to the best of my knowledge, it goes like this! Ice King was once a man named Simon Petrikov. When the world ended because of necromancy atomic bombs (btw the world ended), he survived because he discovered a magical crown. It continues to be the source of his ice magic in the main show, but at the time, when he was still Simon, he tried to keep himself from using it as each time he did, he lost a little more of himself. It’s so fucking tragic and way too goddamn relatable for me and my memory issues to see this man struggling to hold onto what makes him him, to the names of the people he loved or to what happened to them. Ice King in the main show has lost all of that. He doesn’t even know he was Simon. He doesn’t recognize Marceline, the girl he raised in the post-apocalypse and who he wore the crown to protect countless times.

It turns out a big theme of Adventure Time is destroying yourself to save the people you love. Who knew. But you watch the show and it just. keeps. happening. And you’re screaming at the characters to stop, to not make this sacrifice, that it isn’t worth it, that there is some other way. But of course, they do it anyway. Simon becomes the Ice King to protect Marceline, and in the end, loses everything that he was.

AND NOW FOR LORE. For you see, the crown does this for a reason! It is cursed! Throughout the show, Ice King calls his penguin companion and sometimes other characters “Gunther”, which seems like a funny gag for the first few seasons, and then! It turns out that Gunther was the name of the apprentice of the Ice Elemental (Original Ice King) who created the crown in the first place to stop a comet from destroying the Earth. When he couldn’t wear the crown himself, he told his apprentice, who he had consistently belittled and kept in the dark about most magic, to do it instead and make a wish to send the comet away.

Gunther wishes to become the Ice King instead. And now, anyone, including a Finn the Human of an alternate timeline where he got the crown, will be corrupted into Gunther’s idea of the Ice King, with a little of the original person’s identity left to shape the new person they become with the crown. (Also interesting and probably just a shortcut for time in the episode, is that alternate Finn corrupts very quickly whereas Simon fights the crown for years. I just think it’s fascinating that Simon could do that! He’s just some guy!!! But he resisted turning into the Ice King for so long!!! He faltered eventually, sure, but it’s still impressive!!!)

So, main show, we’ve got the Ice King, once Simon Petrikov, and he runs around kidnapping princess and making a nuisance of himself (until the rest of the cast befriends him once they learn about what happened to him. There’s a moment in the Elementals series of the original show where Finn calls the Ice King “Simon” for i think the first time? And the Ice King doesn’t know who that is, but Finn still calls him by his real name, something s1 Finn would never have done even if he knew it, and it’s!!! that scene makes my heart melt, it’s so small but it’s!!! yes! character growth for my boy and recognition of his tragedy for my old man!!!)

But why does he kidnap princesses? Where did this fixation come from? Well, when he first found the crown, he was dating a woman named Betty. His princess. Fionna & Cake goes deeper into their relationship, so I won’t spoil beyond where the original show goes. When he puts the crown on for the first time, he loses it, scaring her away when the crown takes over his mind and he shoots ice everywhere. Far in the future, a currently depowered Simon creates a time portal in order to just apologize to her, because he never saw her again after this incident. And why didn’t he see her again? Because, crazy insane fantastic woman that she is, she jumps THROUGH HIS TIME PORTAL. Betty then joins the main show’s timeline, spending the rest of the series trying to find a cure for the crown’s curse.

And. I reiterate, spoilers now for the AT finale, which is. so good. god i cried multiple times during it. that may have been the sleep deprivation though.

Betty’s last hope to save Simon is an ancient god of chaos they used to study together called GOLB. At this point, magic has begun to corrupt her too, due to shenanigans with the Magic man turned Normal man from Mars. (it’s a whole thing) and she’s desperate! In the victory of the Candy Kingdom over Bubblegum’s evil uncle (unrelated to the Ice King plotline, don’t worry about it, Bubblegum did some war crimes) Betty summons GOLB. It’s going to destroy the whole world. Eventually, it ends up eating Betty, the Ice King, and Finn. In the process of “digesting” them, it reverts them back to who they were before the magic got to them. Betty becomes normal Betty, Simon becomes Simon, Finn is perfect so he’s fine. The crown also reverts back to it’s precursed state, able to be used for wishing again. Through the power of love and song, Jake the Dog and all their friends create a passage out of GOLB for them to escape through.

Betty stays behind. Because this show is about destroying yourself if it means saving the people you love. And as the walls close in, she wishes for a way to save Simon. She becomes GOLB. GOLBetty. Simon doesn’t turn back into the Ice King. But she can never be changed back. She leaves, and Simon loses her again. But he’s free. After a thousand years, he’s himself.

(The crown is then put on by Gunther the Penguin, who turns into the Ice Thing. Another version of the Ice King, who the gang are still friends with but who the framing device of two friends far in the future learning about the tale of the Candy Kingdom’s war informs us that his happiness couldn’t last forever. Eventually, all the characters die or part ways with him, and the Ice Thing goes back to being a wizard in the mountains causing problems, without even a piece of Simon buried deep within him to help. Because, you know, Adventure Time needs to break your heart even about this little penguin dude.)

#ask #adventure time #simon petrikov #ice king #shows that broke my goddamn heart like holy shit why did no one let me watch this as a kid #i would’ve been destroyed

[laf-outloud]

WIndy back with a bang! This show never misses or makes us endure dull moments and I love them for that.

I have to remember to keep good faith when it comes to Gus, he’s smarter and more in the know than he lets on and seems to have his own motives that he’s not quite willing to let people in on yet. He’s also the character that knows Tom best since he knew that unless Tom found the body himself he’d never believe it was Mary Collins, and was instantly suspicious of Tom letting the suspect go. The team needs someone who isn’t going to let their distrust of Tom blind them. His dynamic with Hoyt was so good– I’m a sucker for when the lawman and the outlaw team up. I’m also wondering if we’re going to see a new arc for Hoyt with him going legit, I could see Gus and Hoyt running Independence together. Hoyt’s days as a ranch hand didn’t last long and with it his relationship with Lucia is also over, or at least that’s the way it seems. I’m hoping that Lucia now enters her girl boss rancher era.

I’m happy that Kai didn’t run away, I’d miss him. Plus we’ve all seen that Independence is a boring town, it could use his drama 😉

I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about Abby’s sister or her joining the show so soon (I thought Boston wouldn’t come into play until season 2) but I love her and need her back ASAP. Kate probably feels the same way lol. Those two kissing while Angel Olsen played did more for the gay community than Chaos Machine/Jenneel ever could. I loved the scene where Kate was filling Charlie in on all of the gossip. Didn’t think I’d get my shipping wish fulfilled in the same episode as her introduction! Their spark was there from the moment they met! Kate really is the most charming woman. I’m glad Abby seems to understand her sister a little better now, and hopefully realizes that they’re more alike than Abby thinks (side note, get off your high horse Abby). I’m also curious because it seems that Charlie knew more about Liam than his own wife did.

Calian’s storyline has taken quite the turn! I’m guessing that Calian is going to turn to the town, specifically Abby and co, for an alliance to protect his tribe. The Native gossip mill must be wild, how does this chick know so much about Calian? I know it’s probably just because it’s convenient for the narrative, but I like imagining people gossiping about the handsome Calian.

Did anyone else think that Tom Davidson was going to kiss Abby when they were searching the scene of Liam’s death? It’s funny because I’m always happy that the show doesn’t force romance and I’m a slow burn type of gal, but every episode I also want Tom and Abby to kiss. He’s clearly so into Abby. “You saved me, you’re so smart and determined, you ran the town with Gus while I was gone and I’m totally not jealous, you care and my family doesn’t😍🙈🙊” And this episode he reminded us that he was previously in a mental institute by hanging the guy that stabbed him from the ceiling. My skin crawled when he stabbed that guy in the hand. I was wondering why he let him go, but apparently Davidson sheriff work needs to be done off the books. Abby is growing on me as time goes on. I love the parallel of both her and Tom being artists, and being so conflicted when it comes to him and her morals.

And speaking of conflict, a Tom Davidson doppelgänger! Props to the casting department, they really do look like brothers. I’m surprised Abby is able to admit that she might be wrong about Tom, and I’m excited to see where this takes the case.

All in all, the perfect episode to bring things back. Humor, romance, more mystery and good, old fashion western drama. I missed these characters so much! Can’t believe we only have a few more episodes in the season.

Swoon! I love your reviews! Thank you for continuing to send them in!

Gus has so many layers I feel we've barely scratched the surface! And him and Hoyt? Comedy gold! (Matt was wearing a pretty smart suit in one of the bts photos... maybe he's looking to be on the town council?)

I miss Kai when he's not in the episodes, I can't imagine him being out of town. But I find it interesting that he was so willing to open up to Hoyt when he's been so tight-lipped prior to now. I wonder if Lucia's put in a good word for Hoyt, or if it's just easier thinking he may be talking one criminal to another.

Kate and Charlie!!! Chate? Karlie? "Those two kissing while Angel Olsen played did more for the gay community than Chaos Machine/Jenneel ever could." You're not wrong!

I'm right there with them gossiping about Calian!

I didn't really see a kiss coming, but the chemistry he and Abby have is fantastic. And I did not see Tom's descent into torture coming. Now I'm really curious as to what he was in the asylum for.

Called it when I saw those photos of Tom and Shane for next week. I knew there'd be a way for Tom to be exonerated of killing Liam. (Even if he still might be guilty.)

I'm lucky that I get to rewatch WIndy as I'm typing! Along with everything else being fabulous, Hoyt looks fantastic in blue! (I think that's a Walkerverse constant!)

#ask box #walker: independence #WIndy review #abigail walker #hoyt rawlins #calian #augustus #kate carver #tom davidson #kai #lucia reyes #charlotte mackenzie #shane davidson #WIndy spoilers #WIndy 1.08

[wanderingsquirrelgirl]

read about darryl george today, a kid in texas who keeps getting in-school suspension for wearing his hair the way he wants to. among all the other atrocities in the world this one problem seemed easier for me to advocate for than others because i know how to find emails and i know not as many people are paying attention as they need to. i know that every email counts.

so i sent a respectful but firm email to the school principal, board of trustees, and superintendent this morning to urge them to stop racially discriminating against this kid and his cultural heritage towards hair. i made sure it wasnt anonymous, i tried to make the email seem innocuous based on its subject line and first line so they would at least be more likely to open the email.

i did everything i could to send an email that would at least in some way get to the ears of those who need to read it.

but i still feel so goddamn powerless. i'm still working within a system that requires i can only really send an email to a few folks to urge them to do better for this kid and his fellow black peers. the system is so structurally violent that i cant figure out how else to help him without also hurting my own ability to work and live. it all feels so bad.

anyway, i just came on here to rant about it. if you're curious, a link with more info is below. also posting the email addresses of the people that i emailed, in case anyone else wants to join me.

[email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], "[email protected]

#darryl george #activism #oppression #structural violence #black hair #black lives matter #civil rights #blm

[vulcan-highblood]

VULCAN!!! Hello deary. For the ask thing I have 4 if you’d be so kind. (Feel free to only answer some)

T, Q, L, J(about baby cakes sharingan stealer series)

Omg as always my darling you are the greatest <3

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand? - Pretty sure I've answered this somewhere before, but for the most part I don't dislike much. I think the one thing that can get to me is when characters are too out of character, or if they behave in a way that doesn't make sense to me. That's one of the few things that will make me back out of a story and not finish it.

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects? - Doesn't everyone? Haha, I try not to think of my projects as discarded, because I want to come back to them, so I haven't actually given up/discarded them so much as put them on my pantry shelf for later. As far as scenes and storylines though, definitely! Sometimes my outline starts as one thing but ends up developing a life of its own. Other times I write a scene and then decide some or all of it doesn't actually suit what I want the story to be doing. In those cases I have to chop it from the story. But I hate deleting things, so i just move it to the bottom of the fic document to my 'edit graveyard'. If you're curious, I'm happy to share some of those 'edit graveyard' scenes. Send another ask and I'll cobble a few together!

L: What’s the weirdest AU you’ve ever come up with? - ooooh good question. I really love the ghost cowboy AU i came up with for my oneshot 'with me' in the Naruto fandom. It's such a fun blend of supernatural shenanigans and also the old west. Both of which are settings that I've not really written before. It's very very different from the naruto universe, but I think it turned out quite good.

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to Sharingan Stealer (series). [Sharingan Stealer story 1 link] - So, I haven't actually finished Sharingan Stealer, though I have a solid idea of how it's going to end. I think that one alternate ending would have been to just leave it at the first fic, and let the one incident between Itachi and Iruka be the only one. Let them join separate genin teams, and allow canon to proceed as usual. Another alternate ending would be to make Iruka more OP, and allow him to develop a combat ability that can be compared to some of the Uchiha clan members we've met in canon. To have Itachi and Shisui teach him all sorts of badass ninjutsu, get Iruka to be a jonin, or maybe even ANBU. It's plausible, and possible, but that's also not the story I want to tell with Sharingan Stealer. I don't want to spoil the ending, of course, but now you know that those are two alternates that aren't going to happen! Lol. Sorry to everyone who was hoping for a badass Iruka. His is a softer power, but no less important.

If anyone else is interested, here's the ask post.

#ask #mandapandabug20 #thank you for asking #my writing #fic #as always feel free to ask

[u-ntitled-s-eries]

Demonic Priest AU x Reader - Wayward Home

I wrote a thing for the Demonic Priest AU created by @betasuppe. I want to say this is a one-shot, but I'm already imagining the next encounter. Someone send me some climbing gear 'cause I've fallen down a rabbit hole and I need to get out.

The only thing Emmet knows about the person watching him is that they are very much real.

Even without the help of Ingo sweeping along the walls and creeping around the corners, he still catches a fleeting glimpse of someone just out of the corner of his eye. First the tip of a shoe from behind the open doorway. A few minutes later, he spots a shoulder and arm through the window.

It’s just a small distraction, nothing that takes him away from performing the sermon, but it’s enough to make the mind wonder. Fresh faces, especially the sweet ones, often meander outside the church. Curious or perhaps even spiteful of the congregation, but unwilling to join the masses. A new neighbor, maybe a tourist, or perhaps a timeless nobody looking for something new. It doesn’t matter, Father Konrad welcomes people from all walks of life. And if it’s the last two, perhaps he can have a little fun himself. Start with the foot and then the arm…

The sermon concludes, and they agree to linger a bit longer than usual today; the best newcomers often prefer to show themselves once everyone else is gone, and Sunday Mass regrettably brings in the biggest draw. So he stays behind, listening to pointless thoughts and feelings before responding in kind. When his mind starts wandering, Ingo helps him keep track of what they say and what they want to hear.

Then, outside the mindless chatter, they notice two things. One is that the people are funneling to the door faster than normal. The second is the faint sound of a guitar. The crowd only has to turn toward him before parting to let him pass through.

Worn out shoes taps against the sidewalk while your arms move, plucking and pressing the strings of the guitar in your hands. Baggy clothes hang off you, seemingly jumping in time with your movements. Low and heavy notes strung together into an upbeat song that has a few people nodding along in time. Your voice is warm but the words are almost growling out with how much force is put behind each sound. The youngest children, whose parents dragged them to church despite their obvious objections, squeeze past the adult and run up to you, nearly tumbling onto the sidewalk with how quickly they stop. You glance up at them from your stoop with a playful grin and nod in time to the beat. And they start nodding along with you. Then they start dancing and clapping. The church is empty; anyone who hasn’t gathered around you has left altogether.

The music stops, but the silence only lasts for a second before applause and cheers take its place. A few people step up and drop a coin or a bill into the open case resting at your feet. Parents herd their children away, some with more ease than others, and you playfully wave goodbye as they stare back with wide eyes. And just as quickly as they had gathered, the crowd disperses, splitting into two groups heading up and down the street, until it’s just you standing at the bottom of the church steps and him at the door. You ascend the stairs.

“I take it you’re the one runnin’ this place?”

There’s an accent when you talk, and it’s hard to tell if the roughness in your voice is from performing or just how you speak. You’re clearly new in town, but there’s a shine in your eyes that only comes about from years of experience.

“I’m Father Konrad,” he introduced, offering his hand, which you happily shake. Calluses and cracked skin scrapes against his palm, only to be soothed away by the warmth of your own.

“Pleasure to meet ya.” You turn back the way you came, almost leading him down with you before letting go of his hand. He still follows behind. “I hope ya don’t mind me borrowin’ your flock. I figured a church on Sunday was a safe bet.”

A quick glance inside the case shows the meager sums you managed to earn. You scoop them up and drop them in the hole-riddled pocket of your jacket before lowering your guitar into the case. Like how a mother lovingly cradles a baby before placing it in a crib.

“You’re not from around here. What brings you to the city?”

You shrug and pick up the case. Stickers and scratches litter the black leather. Some look brand new, others are so faded that it’s impossible to read out even in the midday sun.

“Just passin’ through. Figured I’d stay a while, see the sights, then head on out.”

If there were ever a perfect opportunity, it just placed itself right at their feet. It would be best to take you right now, before anyone else notices you. But a good meal should be savored, should it not?

“And how long will you be staying?”

“A couple a’ weeks; a month, tops.”

A month. The thought of waiting so long makes his stomach turn. It would be a challenge, but so very worth it. What hides behind that smile and gleam? Ingo has always preferred the soul over the flesh, but even Emmet is curious to see what will happen once they crack open that outer shell and peek inside. For now, it’d be best to lay the trap and wait. Who knows, maybe he can sneak a taste before they take you apart.

“Perhaps you’d be willing to come inside the church next Sunday.”

Something shifts. He can sense it before he even realizes what it is. Your eyes narrow just a bit and you laugh. Not unkindly, but certainly not the same warmth you so freely offered his flock just moments ago.

“I’ve got plenty a’ questions for God. And if ya ask anyone who knows me, they’ll tell ya I’d give my right hand for some answers. But with all due respect, sir, I think I’d rather just wait ‘till I see God and ask him myself.”

Proud and dismissive words spoken with the resignation of defeat, all wrapped up with a friendly smile. Just the act of unraveling your words has him feeling a twinge of discontent; it's hard to tell if where - or more appropriately who - it's coming from. You chuckle and wave goodbye, but it feels like you’re looking down at him from the bottom of those stairs.

“See ya ‘round.”

This is going to be a verrrrry long month.

My Brain: ♫ Why do you write like you're running out of time? ♫

#Submas #Demonic Priest AU #Demon Ingo #Demon Emmet #Ingo x Reader #Emmet x Reader #Pokemon

[kimageddon]

A Prince of Dathomir - Q&A 100 Celebration

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Introduction: 

Thank you to everyone that has been reading thus far, those that have been here from the beginning, and those that have recently started this fic. That is a lot of words so I hope those that binged have enjoyed everything so far! 

There are a few easter eggs that I wanna point out, some behind the scenes and inspirations I am curious whether anyone noticed. 

Some may have noticed the Fifth Element reference in a blink and you’ll miss it moment during the events of the comic featuring Eldra Kaitis. 

The name of Zaiya’s father is actually a hint as to who he’s related to. Temuss is a reference to a very dark film that Temuera Morrisson was a part of (and I believe was the main factor in getting the role of Jango in the first place). It was a film I was forced to watch called Once Were Warriors and was about a Maori family dynamics and featured domestic violence, child abuse and suicide. It was brilliantly done and all the actors were incredible but it was very badly triggering. The name of Temuera’s character was Jake The Muss (the muscle) and in a reference to him and his character, Temuss Fett got his name. Only one person has ever gotten that one!

Originally Jango Fett’s fate was going to be canon compliant. One line of dialogue made me realise that I had to either make him live or that Zaiya would have to babysit Boba for the rest of the story. I only realised that as I was writing the line. I had such a strong sense of Zaiya’s character that there was no way she would stay silent -- she would offer her help in that case. It made the re-planning for the future chapters a little annoying. 

I have such a sense of Zaiya in my head that I can “invoke” her character and were anyone to send me questions, I could indeed have her reply or talk to people as strange as that might sound. 

The “bad” chapters when Zaiya was enslaved, were inspired by a very abusive relationship that I was stuck in for 10 years. I had to dial back a lot of the details for those chapters so they are a lot more watered down than I had originally planned, but I am glad I did. I have several people that literally cried on reading them and my friends were a little bit triggered by it. For anyone that felt those chapters hit a sore spot, I’m so sorry you’ve been hurt. You aren’t alone. 

D’Sarr’s name is quite clever in my humble opinion, it originates from the Marquis de Sade who was the author of the book The 120 Days of Sodom and the inspiration for the word sadist. Fitting name, I thought.

The following are questions that come from Tumblr, AO3, Wattpad, FF.net, Discord and my DMs. Questions were submitted by Summathespaceman, Corruptedmaia, @eloquentmoon, @high-functioning-fangirl473, Antex-the Legendary Zoroark, @moonstrider9904, @justalittletomato, @stardustbee and @maulslittlemeowmeow.

Thank you so so much for the questions, comments, fanart, feedback and the love you have shown to me over the last year and a half. Thank you so so much to you and all my readers, commenters and friends. You have brought a life to my life that I really needed. 

About the writing/story:

Do you know where you're going to end the story or are you just seeing where it takes you?

I know there needs to be an ending and I have a lot of story to go before I am anywhere near the end. There is the Mandalore Arc, the Seige, Order 66 and Solo where we have canonicaly seen Maul and his shenanigans. I admit I don’t have a solid ending, though I do have ideas for adventures that aren’t mentioned in canon. It’s a very roundabout way to say yes and no. No, I don’t have “The Ending” set but I do have a vague idea of where I want to go.

Would Maul and Zaiya ever be able to have children given Maul’s new *ahem* appendages? 

Technically yes. However I am still debating whether to include any mention of possible pregnancy in the fic at all as I know a lot of people dislike pregnancy in fics. I am one of them. If it were mentioned, I think perhaps it would be fleeting and potentially traumatic. I know someone who has pregnancy as a trauma point and so there is a lot of debate within myself as to whether I put it in at all. So technically they could, whether or not they will is another thing entirely.

Are you going to be diving into the Son of Dathomir comic for the story considering it was a Clone Wars scrapped start arc for Maul?

As weird as parts of that comic were, I do actually like it quite a bit so I think that it is important for Maul’s personal growth. And Zaiya’s too of course. So while I will not reveal the extent of what events I will be using from that comic, I can say yes, I am interested to use it as a basis of some events that might take place. 

Seeing as Zaiya has been "officially" dubbed as a traitor, what sort of destinations will she and Maul retreat to? 

They have quite a few places to go while they find their way, of course Dathomir is one of the first places, but once they have a ship again, they will need to seek their own fortunes. I have ideas, some scary, some more fun, and without severe spoilers… perhaps they need to find Zaiya a crystal of her own for a …certain weapon? I think that will be fun!

I noticed that Obi Wan could feel like he’s "seen" the Lightsaber Zaiya used. I’m assuming he’ll eventually connect the dots. So my thoughts are how things may hypothetically go once they meet again?

Obi-Wan is no fool, he’ll figure it out eventually, though whether or not it’s too late for him to do anything about it remains to be seen. I can only imagine he will treat her much the same as he does Ventress… I do wonder how that will go for Maul? I don’t think he will like that very much, will he?

When it comes to gaining an edge over Palpatine, is it possible you could use some Star Wars Legends lore to perhaps "even the field"? Like gaining artefacts or other possible post arts that could benefit them before Palpatine gets his slimy hands on them? Thus building their power ever more than his? They are as he’d say "a rival"!

I am very careful when I craft my characters to keep them balanced and make them fit the world. Anakin is completely overpowered of course but even he cannot do everything. Palpatine has experience and he is the same age as Qui-Gon I believe. While I do think Maul and Zaiya will be searching for something to help them defeat Sidious, I need to make sure she is still at a level where she can still encounter danger and things that oppose her are still a threat. So if they do find something to help them, it will need to be very powerful indeed!

Have you any plans for Mandalore? If so, might I suggest relocating a possible Force Cadre of Nightbrothers to train there if they’re successful in showing them the ways of the Force and conquering Mandalore?

Short answer: yes I have plans for Mandalore. 

Slightly longer answer: absolutely I have plans for Mandalore and I don’t want to spoil the story line but we will be spending some time there as we did with Kamino. Some of my favourite plans involve the Mandalore arc and I am very much looking forward to writing it!

I know APOD is still just at its start…do you plan to continue past certain events from Rebels?

When I first watched the fated episode, it was barely thirty seconds in before I was utterly bawling - the episode had been spoiled for me before I watched it properly - and in that moment I realised that Maul seemed fated to that place on the sands of Tatooine. That with the way he was raised and the tragedy of his life, it really only could have ended one way. 

The very next moment I vowed to write a fic that’s entire purpose was to avoid that fate. The whole reason I began writing was to give Maul a choice, a real choice to avoid his fate. 

Part of me however wonders if I should be cruel and have the moment arrive anyway. Have Zaiya try to save him and for it to all prove folly. 

That would be terribly evil, wouldn’t it? I don’t know if I can bring myself to do it. But I do wonder.

What has been your favourite way to get inspired for your writing?

Music. As Siren was born from song so too does my inspiration for cool scenes and dramatic moments… but also the smaller softer moments too. I almost always have music playing whenever I write. 

How did you come up with the idea in the first place? Have you planned it to be this long in the beginning? 

I may have mentioned it before, but I had been contemplating delving into the world of fan fiction and creating a character to go in the Star Wars universe. I was hesitant but a few things aligned for it to happen. 

Firstly was my rediscovery of Tumblr, second was the choice to stop taking my antidepressants, wanting to get into writing etc and all of this was floating around my mind at the time aimlessly. 

Then I watched the infamous Rebels episode. I bawled all the way through it and the moment it ended I said. “HELL NO” and threw open my laptop.

I have a planning document that has all the chapter names and a short blurb with what is in that chapter. I wrote out the events from their birth to I think so far it’s til Order 66. It will go beyond that but I have yet to write a lot of it, it’s mostly in my head. I will say, I have added so many chapters as I have been writing expanding scenes etc -- and coming up with singular words that do not repeat is not easy!

-- I just counted. I have at LEAST EIGHTY FOUR CHAPTERS planned. Ant that only gets us to Order 66. At this rate, chapter 200 will be the siege of Mandalore and all that entails. My god… I am realising the depth of my insanity. 

Did you start posting APOD as soon as you started writing it? Or did you build up a bit of a library before you let people see it?

I built up a few chapters, like ten or so, though I didn’t have the guidelines for how long chapters were when I started, hence some big re-writes about a year ago and why the early chapters were so short. 

I tend to begin a chapter with dot points for what will happen and write it out to be approximately 5 - 7k in length, then when posting I split it into part 1 and 2. My reasoning for this was to not post big chunks at once and also so I could post more often. I am currently (at the point of writing this) two full chapters ahead and I like to be that way so that my wonderful beta reader has plenty of time to read and edit, and also so I do not have to fret if I don’t write as much in one week. 

About the characters:

What character from the Star Wars universe that isn't in APOD yet would you love to write/put in the story?

There are a few I like, one being Qui-Gon! I did mention him in the AU story Sins of the Father and it made me really want to put him in. I didn’t think I could but then I read “Ghosts of Maul” and now I wonder if Force Ghost Qui-Gon could appear. I have no idea how but… well it’s an idea. 

Another character I really like is Ahsoka! She’s awesome and I definitely plan to include her though I am not sure where they would meet, but I am working on it!

Have you created Adaji's full backstory? I loved his POV, will we get more Adaji content at some point? Maybe more flashbacks?

I definitely do want to create more around his story, as some may know I posted a little blurb about his backstory a while ago, regarding his family and his history. One day I hope to be able to include it into the story itself though I have to find the right moment to do so.

Please tell me our baby boy Savage is going to live (same with Feral)?

Alright I don’t wanna spoil exactly HOW it will happen… but I will admit that YES Savage and Feral at this point in time -- the plan is to make them survive. It hurt too much to watch them die in Clone Wars and I am going to try to keep them alive. I say try. Sometimes the story evolves on its own. :/

What character has been your favourite to explore?

I would say Maul most definitely, getting into his mind and motivations and such, delving into his past and unexplored aspects of his psyche. 

Secondarily I would say Savage, because I definitely think that he deserves exploring and I have enjoyed writing about him.

About Zaiya:

What has been your inspiration for Zaiya’s evolving looks throughout the fic? I am wondering if she has been inspired by any real life cultures at all.

Ooh! I like this one! Zaiya’s looks have had an influence in the way I have studied the Nightsisters and specifically Merrin’s designs. I wanted the hair to be important, and I looked at a few aspects of warrior braids and there was an inspiration from vikings/Nordic culture that I took for her hair design I wanted her to be fierce, strong and I felt that the Norse had a very interesting hair style, they inspired me with the power it represents. 

Zaiya herself in her physical characteristics I wanted her to have the physical attributes of a Polynesian woman, her nose, build etc was my inspiration, as it’s briefly mentioned, Temuss  her father is similar-looking to  Jango. 

When did the idea of Zaiya as a character *first* come to you? For example, did you have her in your head in any kind of way before you started writing APOD or was she crafted for the story specifically?

I can’t say specifically when she came to me, she developed naturally as I began to craft a character that I wanted to be Maul’s equal. Not the same in powers and strengths, but her own strengths and powers to make up for his weaknesses and the connections of trauma and injustice etc. 

I put together names from sounds I liked and I knew I wanted a ‘Z’ name, and wrote down letters and sounds, I kept coming back to ‘Zaiya’ and the feeling of her name really solidified her character and I could begin to picture her. So I suppose she began first as an idea of an equal, but once her name came into being, that was when she really solidified as a character, it was like her personality was in her name as weird as that sounds. 

Please would you tell us where the idea of Zaiya's powers/her being a siren came from? Were you inspired by anything in particular, did anything spark it into life?

Music is very much a part of my life and I have music playing constantly. I personally can’t sing or play and instrument, but I have always found inspiration in songs. I can’t remember at what point I chose to make her a Siren but it was early on. I wanted her to see the Force in a way that was not described previously, and perhaps that’s due to my own way of seeing things differently but I wanted her to be in touch with the deep and mysterious side of the Force. Maul is strong with his fighting style though in his characterisation he was more physical than spiritual. To me, music ties into that, so hearing people in the Force as music, receiving songs and feelings in the Force. I also listened to a lot of songs and imagined music videos in my head and imagined Zaiya doing cool stuff and was like “wouldn’t this be awesome?”

Do the patterns of Zaiya's tattoos mean anything specifically in Nightsister culture? 

So something I read of the Nightbrother markings was said to indicate their physical prowess and strength, whereas the Nightsisters in my opinion base themselves in the more mystical arts. The lines of Zaiya’s tattoos are an indicator of her power, how she has magic in her hands and feet as she walks. The squiggly looking lines over her eyes are ancient symbols that suggest she sees things differently. The multiple ‘eyes’ (the incomplete circle patterns on her hands, feet and belly) on her body give a strong root of power in her core and her extremities. It’s part of the reason Talzin keeps her close, Zaiya has always been destined for power. 

If you give Zaiya an irl theme song, what would it be and would she sing it if she knew it? 

I left this question for a while because I was thinking about it for a long time. There a lot of songs that I like for her, and I think I will have to settle on “What Could Have Been” from the Arcane soundtrack. She absolutely would sing it, with her whole chest. Sidious hurt of her

Some of my favourite lyrics are: 

I am the monster you created

You ripped out all my parts

I am your ghost, a fallen angel

You ripped out all my parts

I couldn't care what invention you made me

'Cause I, I was meant to be yours

It could be to Maul, or Sidious or the Galaxy at large but I think that’s the song that suits her. I may of course change my mind but we’ll see.

Any chance we can get hints on how she’s gonna be with Ezra in Rebels? 

Gooood question! I know they will have to meet, but also Rebels era is not going to be the same for Maul as it is in the show. There will be a lot of differences. Without any spoilers, I think she will find this little Jedi very interesting. I can tell you that she will find C1-10P (chopper) very very fun.

I remember seeing an Art of Zaiya dancing, and to me it really looked like a Tribal Fusion Bellydance sort of dance since I'm a dancer of that style myself, and I was wondering if you had any specific song in mind for Zaiya dancing. I'm always looking for new music to dance to 👀

You are correct! That was indeed my inspirations when I was researching the dancing and the way I thought the Nightsisters would move. One video I watched was this one: https://youtu.be/XWDRdJ6O4cY 

I included the link for those that may not know exactly what Tribal Fusion is, but this is more or less my inspiration, I don’t know if it is a specific song I can share, but I do have the playlist that might have some fun tunes on it there. 

How did you come up with Zaiya’s character and design?

This is similar to the above questions but I will elaborate. For Zaiya I looked at the Nightsisters and knew she would have to look like them, but I also wanted her to be a bit different - hence the Mandalorian father - so Zaiya has a more solid frame and muscle and a tummy, I always include that when I draw her. I also liked the idea of tattoos over the eyes and I had seen a makeup look with an upper black lip and I loved how expressive it was. I wanted her to stand out like Maul does, but in her own way. The eye was something that I thought of after seeing that one episode of Rebels where Maul drinks the Nightsister potion. The imagery was so cool and I took elements of what was already there in the lore of Star Wars. I may have also taken a little inspiration from Danerys from Game of Thrones with the way she carries herself. 

The braids were inspired from Nordic tradition and the women in good standing in the society and have intricate lore about their hair. Also Danerys had some cool braids too, so I was definitely inspired.

Thank you

For those of you still reading, thank you! I cannot say it enough! Thank you, thank you! 

I wanted to go into a bit more detail about the origins of this fic. 

I had never seen Clone Wars until about 2018/2019 and a boyfriend had me watch it. I was liking it alright… then the Maul episodes happened. And he talked. He had like two or three lines in the Phantom Menace. It wasn’t until I heard Sam Witwer’s buttery voice and Maul in that very pretty animation that my brain decided I was going to latch onto it and make it part of my personality. 

In 2020 that relationship fell apart and I moved out on my own for the first time in about 15 years. 

I was in a bit of an odd space. As I mentioned above, a few things had to align and one of them was my decision to stop taking medication. It was a trial period of six weeks initially to see how I felt about it. It was around then that I began writing. I had the time as I was only working part time and I spent the rest of the time planning, thinking and just pouring my reviving creativity into this. 

I have never had a project that I have done for so long before. Usually I would write other stories and then it would trickle off, and the passion would wane. With this however, it just kept going. 

I poured my life into it, my trauma and everything that hurt. But apparently I made Zaiya likeable. Not just to the characters, but to you. All of you that keep reading to find out what angsty or wholesome thing she might do next. 

This has given me so much validity, acceptance and just a sense of love that you guys all like my work. You like the ideas I put on the page, even with the typos, the errors that crop up and my nonsensical rambling in the notes. 

So, sincerely, to all of you. Thank you. Here’s to another 100 chapters! 

Get ready for Chapter 100 to drop! You are all in for a treat! I saved the tasty spiciness for the special 

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Ticklish Shenanigans - Chapter 51

The Not So Calm Before the Storm

Mod Yosh ~ Denise, Papyrus, Toriel Mod Kitty ~ Sans, Frisk, Flowey

Denise pulled out her cell phone, speed dialing a group chat between Papyrus and Frisk. Once they both picked up, she spoke softly into the receiver. “Did anyone find where Sans teleported off to?”

“I believe he fled back inside,” Papyrus answered, trying — and failing — to keep his voice lowered. “Frisk, did you hear him?”

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"He was just under his bed, and then he teleported again, but I've lost track of him," Frisk said. "He's seeming to get pretty worn out though! He's breathing pretty heavy."

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“We’ll need to find him before he regains his stamina. Papyrus, keep a lookout on the roof in case he flees back outside. Frisk, I'm coming in to help you look. Keep your cell phones on and at the ready.”

“Roger that, Deni!” Papyrus flipped his phone closed, but still kept the call going, resuming his scouting from the rooftop.

The moment Denise entered the house again, she heard Sans' cachinnations from Toriel's room. She gestured for Frisk to follow before heading upstairs.

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Frisk ran after Denise, giving Toriel a curious look when she entered the room. "What happened, Mom? Are you okay?"

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Toriel lay stunned for a few moments, like a deer caught in the headlights, before looking up at the sisters. “Y-yes, I'll be fine. I found Sans for you, but I think he fled again. He seemed to have a large skull-like ... creature at his side, though.”

“Okay. Frisk, you figure out where he went. Papyrus, Ms. Toriel, and I will devise a plan on how to reach him.” Denise flipped open her phone to shoot Papyrus a text.

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"On it!" Frisk ran off again, starting to check the other rooms, but heard the unearthly, echoic huffing of the blaster and followed the noise down to the bathroom. Putting her phone to her ear, she whispered, "Guys, he's hiding in the bathroom, but there's a big skull thing blocking the door...."

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“Hmmm....” Denise hummed in thought. “How to get past it.... Hey, Papyrus, are you there?”

“Yes, I heard everything,” came the younger skeleton’s boisterous response. “Never fear, my friends, for I have a plan! Just stand by the bathroom and prepare to catch him when he runs out. I'll make sure he won't be able to teleport away this time.”

“Alright.” Denise lowered the phone and gestured for Toriel to follow her to the bathroom door. Together with Frisk, the three women stood there waiting for Papyrus’ plan to commence.

Stretching out his limbs and spine to limber himself up, Papyrus took a deep breath and readied his magic. Sans wasn't the only monster with his fair share of secrets. His brother knew of his many magical abilities, but he didn’t know all of them. He hadn't practiced this particular spell nearly as much as he should have, but he was determined to get his calculations right for once.

With a large spark of magic, Papyrus teleported into the bathroom right behind Sans. After a wide grin and a pump of his fist, excited that he had managed to go where he wanted to, he wrapped his arms around his unsuspecting brother and dug his fingers into his ribs. “SURPRISE!!”

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Sans squealed in complete shock, quickly turning and thudding his back against the door. "eeeeeeeee—! paaahaap!? h-how—!? ehee!"

The blaster also jolted, making a high-pitched whining sound with distant rumbles, trying to open the door for him—

—except he'd locked it.

Sans hated locks. Probably as much as brushes.

Fumbling behind him weakly as he laughed helplessly, Sans finally found the door handle, unlocking the door and falling back — letting the blaster catch his fall before sending it after Papyrus to nuzzle-attack his ribs and spine. Sans scrabbled back — right into the ambush.

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“Get him!” Denise was the first to pounce, scratching roughly at Sans’ ribs as she giggled.

Toriel joined in not long after, removing his slippers and raking her claws against his soles.

Papyrus laughed hysterically in response to the blaster’s relentless nuzzles, stumbling back into the bathroom and nearly tripping over the bathtub’s edge. “NYAAAHAAHAA!!”

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The blaster shivered with deep rumbles as Sans shrieked with laughter, finally calling the attack off, unable to sustain it anymore. "aaahaaaa—! s-staahaaahappit—! n-nn~noho! h-hh..! hahaaa...~! ahee c-cahan't...—! h-hh-hehehee! pleheheee...! plehehease!"

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“Yes! We got him right where we want him! Let's bring him to the tickle chair!” Denise scooped Sans up and carried him to Papyrus' room, still tickling his ribs all the while to ensure he couldn’t escape. Once in the room, she made quick work in plopping him down on the chair and restraining him using all the straps and strings attached, leaving him as immobilized as Papyrus had been that morning.

Toriel laughed softly as she and Frisk followed Denise upstairs. “This will certainly be fun, hehee!”

Papyrus gave his brother’s blaster a quick tickle under the chin right before it vanished. “Better luck next time, eh, buddy?” He rushed upstairs to his room to meet up with the others.

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Sans weakly wriggled and protested and giggled all the while — squeaking rather shrilly with a sudden squirm as he felt his magic tingle at Papyrus's touch to it. As he was secured in the chair, Sans moved everything that he could until he couldn't, finally resigning himself to his fate, breathing rapidly and heavily, curling his fingers up nervously. "l-looks like ... hff, i'm in quite a t-tight situation, hh ... g-geeheeze, i-it's.... hh, y-you'll go easy on me, r-right...?"

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“Aw, Sans, you've been through so much just for us to get you to this point,” Denise sympathized. “Sure, we'll go easy on you. We're still gonna have plenty of fun, though. Perhaps to keep from overwhelming you, we all can take turns tickling you before letting you go.”

“I believe three minutes will suffice this time,” Toriel agreed.

“I concur!” Papyrus chimed in as he entered the room. “Is that okay with you, Frisk?”

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"Definitely, hehe!" Frisk giggled, bouncing on her toes.

"nn~hnnn ... o-okay, 's long as you leave me with some sanity left, heh...," Sans croaked with an anxious smile.

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Denise snickered impishly, but answered honestly, “Don't worry, we will. We won't go too crazy, and we definitely won’t be using any toothbrushes on you. How about we go in order of oldest to youngest?”

Toriel clapped her hands together with a pleased smile. “Excellent! I get to have some fun with his adorable feet.” She testingly glided her fluffy knuckles up his soles.

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"oh, thank everything for that...!" Sans sighed in relief, closing his eyes. Then he gasped sharply, grin growing impossibly wide, looking down at his captive feet. "nn~hnn—! heheeeheee! oh, st-stars! oh, no, stop!" The soft fur tickled beyond belief with how incredibly helpless he was, unable to physically vent. Denise had tied him pretty tightly before, but he still had a little wiggle room. With this there was nothing. And he couldn't even take the thought of enduring several minutes of this absolute ticklish agony after even the initial stroke.

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“Goodness, not even a twitch!” With an excited giggle, Toriel eagerly jumped right in, sweeping her claws up and down his soles while she nuzzled his toes.

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"kkhhhhhnnn—! heeeeeeeeeheeeee....~! p-pleeeeheeeeeeheeease...! a-ah~haaaaaahaaaa! i cahahaan't stahahaand ihit! ahee reheheally caaaahaaaaaan't! oho gahaaaaaa—!" Sans squeezed his fingers tightly together, laughing in drawn out whines, but his entire attention was magnetized to the gentle torture of his feet.

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The boss monster began to hum a teasing tune as she lightly nibbled his toes, using one paw's claws to rapidly ghost across one sole and the fur on her knuckles to glide along the other.

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"hh—! heeheee! ehee~eeee~kkh-hh! aaahaaaaa! st-stahaa...! ahee cahan't—!" Sans trembled in ticklish stress, unable to satisfy even the instinct to try to tug away, mind dizzying from the mixed method of claws and fur. "ihit's reheally i-intehense, ghnn~hhahaaa!"

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“Oho, goodness, this is so much fun!” Experimentally, Toriel started planting little kisses on his toes, all the while not letting up on the rest of his feet.

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"khh~eehehehehehee! heheeheehee! t-toriii~hehee!" Giggling squeakily, Sans peeked an eye open at her, wiggling his fingers helplessly. It tickled so terribly, he couldn't really focus on anything else, but he still found the mind to appreciate how adorably happy his girlfriend looked. His SOUL sparked with a warm tingle and softly started to glow.

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“You're just too cute for your own good!” Grinning, the boss monster delicately pinched and squeezed his big phalange, not really able to wiggle it since they were tied back. “This little piggy went to market...~”

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"aaa~kkh—! n-nahaha! nahahat thihiiiiiis...!" Sans interrupted, blushing, quivering at the ticklish squeezes. "d-don't...! nn-hnn, don't do it...!"

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Toriel disregarded his pleas with a happy giggle, working down the line of toes with gentle squeezes and scratches. “This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had Face Steak. This little piggy had none. Surely you remember what this little piggy does, yes?” She pinched the last one, grinning up at Sans.

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Sockets squeezed tightly shut, Sans whimpered out several incomprehensible syllables through his frantic giggling. As she worked him up, she successfully teased out a loud squeal from him at her prompting, and he quivered in anticipation.

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“Does someone need a reminder? Very well. This little piggy went weeweewee all the way home!” She rather mercilessly spidered her claws all over his feet and toes, occasionally brushing her fluffy fingers against the sensitive bones.

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Sans was completely lost in the tickles, breaking into steady, guffawing laughter. Tears beaded and dripped down his cheeks, and he was helpless to do anything about it except endure the additional sensitivity. "aaaaahahahaaaa! haahaa~aaaaha! yaaaiieee~hahahahahahaaaaa...! ggh—! pleheheeeeease—! hahaaa~aaah~hhnn!"

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“Alright, Ms. Toriel, your three minutes are up!” Denise announced, looking up from her phone.

“Oh, very well, then.” Sounding just the slightest bit disappointed, but otherwise very happy, Toriel stopped tickling and gave Sans' cheek an affectionate nuzzle. “How are you doing so far, sweetie? Would you like me to restore your strength a little?”

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Sans continued to quietly giggle, panting heavily, SOUL brightening a bit at her nuzzle. "hehee.... hnn ... h-hff.... i-i'm all right, hehe.... i-if i'm honest ... i th-think you'd h-hafta hunt me down again if ya did.... b-but, uh 'f you could dry my eyes, th-that'd help a lot...."

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The boss monster gave a light, sympathetic laugh, gingerly mopping up the tears with her fingers. Once she finished, she planted a soft kiss on his cheekbone.

Denise bounced on her toes a few times. “Alright! Next is ... uhh ... wait, Papyrus, how old are you?”

“Umm. ...Uhhh, Sans, how old are we again?” Papyrus grinned sheepishly.

“You don't remember your own age?”

“W-Well, uh, monsters tend to have much longer lifespans than humans, nyeh.”

“Ohh, that's cool! So ... does that mean I'm dating a hundred-something-year-old skeleton?”

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Sans smiled at Toriel gratefully. "mm, thanks, that's a lot better." He glanced at his brother and the older human. "well, we're under a century, 'cause we were born after the war — i'd even say under half — but, uh, i kinda stopped payin' attention to the passage of time awhile ago.... i'm still gonna say you're probably older than denise, pap."

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“So that means I get to go next! And I know precisely where to tickle....” Papyrus grinned deviously as he lifted up Sans' shirt and began wiggling and twiddling his ribs, working his way slowly up towards his underarms.

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Sans's expression went back to anxious as Papyrus lifted his shirt. "oh no.... c-c'mon, bro, not tha—aaahhaa~! h-haa—! stahahapstopstaaaahap! oh gosh it's aaahahaaahawful! kkgg~hnnhn—! whyyyhehehee? eheeehee!" Sans didn't think such a hyper-sensitive spot could be any more ticklish than it already was.

He was so very wrong.

The gentle fiddling scattered his thoughts as he whimpered and squealed, becoming more shrill as his brother traveled upward. His body shuddered violently, but he couldn't get away! He couldn't even so much as jostle the chair. It tickled so much already and he knew it was just going to get worse!

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“And now for one of your favorite spots!” The younger skeleton grinned as he mercilessly scratched wildly at the older's underarms, switching up techniques at random: swirling in the pits, spidering up and down the arms, gliding along the rims, relentlessly poking and prodding, and more. “Tickle tickle, brother! Nyeheheh! How does it feel having your sweet spot tickled, but unable to get away? This must be sooo frustratingly ticklish for you, huh?”

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Sans shrieked at the first few gentle scratches, his voice lost in his upper range as he near-silently cachinnated. His fingers haphazardly twitched and wiggled in utter stress, tears soon flowing down his cheeks again. His voice crashed back down, and he opened his sockets widely, pupils shivering. "....eeheeehee—! ...hh-h...! ihit's h-horrible...! get aaahaaff! geheheet off...! s-sohomewhere e-elhelse! oh gaaahahaaaahaaa....—! pleeeeheeease, ihit tiiiihihiiiiickles!" he wailed.

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“Awww, but I love tickling here.... Okay, you respect my pleads for mercy, so I shall respect yours!” Papyrus traveled back down to his ribs and began gliding across them in a delicate, coordinated fashion, as if playing a harp.

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Sans strangely almost felt guilty at the palpable disappointment in his brother's voice, but he honestly couldn't take any more there for now without unleashing the safe word — especially if his brother kept up the ruthlessness and rapid-changing of techniques with those clever fingers. "thahahank you! oh stahars, thahaaheeheee—nk—! ehehe! haaahaa!"

His ribs were still incredibly sensitive from the previous abuse, and he couldn't help giggling melodically as they were teasingly plucked at, occasionally squeaking.

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Papyrus laughed. “Ahare you squeaking? That's so adorable, nyaahaah!” He stopped tickling his ribs, only to slide a hand behind his brother to wiggle his fingers along his upper back. With the belts tying him so securely to the chair, it was challenging to tickle the way he usually would, only able to rapidly tap and drum at the grooves.

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Cheeks flaring with color again, Sans panted with soft, shrill gasps on the tail end of breaths at the pause. Feeling the next place his brother's fingers were traveling to, his breath hitched and a drawn-out whine escaped him — quickly broken by stuttered, breathy laughter. "nnnnn~hnnnnnn — hh! h-haha! aaha! nhnnn—! noho! eehee — haaaahaa! ahaa—! hahhahhaaaaa! no plehease! nn~nahahaaaaa! plehehease! ihit's so ss-sens~sitihive!" Even if Papyrus couldn't quite reach it properly, it made the sweet spot no less sweet.

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"One minute remaining, Papy," Denise said with a grin, eager to have her turn.

“Okay!" Papyrus turned back to Sans with a snicker. "Would you rather I spent the rest of my time on your back or on your underarms? Choose or I'll choose for you!” He lightly scratched his fingertips under his right arm, not ceasing the tapping on his back.

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Sans squeaked loudly and trembled as both sweet spots were touched at once. "eeehee! hnnn! nhnhnn...!" Whimpering, his mind was frazzled at the agonizing choice. "hehee...! gahaha...! ahahaa! kkh~! c-can't'cha t-tihickle myhee bahackbone?" he asked hopefully.

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“Hmmm.... I dunno....” The hand tickling Sans' grooves began to slide down along his vertebrae towards the aforementioned tickle spot, the other hand retreating back to his side. “Would you be willing to beg for it?”

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Shivering intensely, the small skeleton averted his eyelights shyly, the tingling of most of the bones of his torso melding with the pleasanter tickling. After a short, flustered hesitance, he agreed, "hh~o-okay ... mmn, ple~hease bro. it's s-so n~nihice when ya t-tickle mehe there.... please, do that 'nn~stead of my s-sweet spots...!"

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Papyrus gave a pleased giggle, starting to lightly tickle his backbone with both sets of fingers. “There you go! That wasn't so hard, now was it? Nyeheheh!”

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"mm~... y-you know it is.... hmhmm~! hehe~hmm!" Sans softly mumbled, but quickly fell into happy sounding hums. He closed his eyes, vocally sighing, slowly becoming less tense, SOUL gradually brightening. "hehe, tha~hanks bro~.... mmhmmhm!"

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“Wowie! I'm not even this relaxed when my neck is tickled." Papyrus continued tickling for a few seconds more before he pulled away at Denise's word. "Looks like your time is up. I can tickle there again some other time if you'd like me to.”

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After everything else it was fairly relaxing. A small noise of disappointment escaped him when it stopped — then a sharp intake of breath when he realized their fun was only half over. He glanced at Denise with a sheepish smile. "i, uh, don't suppose you'd be willing to pick up where pap left off, heh...."

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“Sure, I can do that, when you have thirty seconds left. But until then....~” Grinning ecstatically, Denise mercilessly scratched at his underarms.

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Sans wasn't prepared for underarms: round two. Especially with those softer fingers that reawakened the tingling of Papyrus's assault. "ohno pleheeease! aaahaaaiiieeehehee...~! gahaha—! ihit's s-so cruhuhuhuel! nhnn! hahahaaa..~! ...h-heheehe...~! n-no m-mohore...! ...hh~hahaaa!" His fingers curled in utter distress.

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Denise giggled as she gently scratched her way down his rib cage. “Alright, alright, I'll go easier on you, ahahaa! Oh, you're so cute!”

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"haahaaa...! ahahall of yaha are gonnaha d-drihive me crahahazy! o-oh gahash, p-plehehease! ehee—! ihit tickles soho m-much! kkh~a-ahaaa, i-i cahan't m-move!" That went without saying of course, especially at this point, but Sans briefly wondered if it was something the older girl liked to hear anyway from her victims.

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Indeed, she was very pleased to hear such a statement, giving an airy giggle in response to his shriek of a statement. “Oh, no, you can't, heehehe! Tickle tickle tiiiiickle!~” She scratched his hips, remembering how sensitive they seemed to be with her nails during one of their no-venting games.

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Concentrating on not moving, and being unable to move, were very different, Sans was starting to find. Now, she held his entire attention captive with just the ends of her fingers. "g~hh—! ahahaa! kkh-hh! n-no, d-dohon't—! ahaha! geheeze, stahappihiht! ah~haa—kkhnnhnn! a-aahaaa, ihit's t-torture...!" He shuddered, pupils locked on the movement of her fingers, shocked at how unendurable it was, even for being a lesser of his sensitive spots.

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Denise spidered her fingers down his femur bones to his patellas, relentlessly skittering her nails along and underneath the kneecap. “How about here, hmm? Does someone have ticklish knees? Hmmmmm?~"

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Even with watching as closely as he was, Sans still squeaked at the switch to his legs. "gahaaa, sh-shoot! ah-hhh~haaa! geheeze thahat's bahahaaaad! gh~hnnn...! y-yeah, thehey're t-ticklish! s-stahaapstop! kkh~hh—! ...hehehee! hehee! noho! no! hahaaa!" Her nails were equally as horrible on his knees as his hips, making him quiver, fingers frantically twitching and spazzing in bursts.

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“And now for your adorable feet!” The young woman ghosted her fingers agonizingly slowly down his tibia and fibula bones to his feet, only to switch to merciless scratching along his soles and toes.

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His laughter morphed into a wheezy whine as she teased down his legs, emitting a tortured squeal when his taut feet were touched again, tears trickling down his cheeks, gathering at his jawbone. "eeee~hahaaaaaa—! hahaa...~! ahaa! ahee c-can't stahaand ihit! pleheheease! l-lemme ouhout! lemme m-move! ahahaaa! n-nahahaaaa....!"

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Denise laughed. “Just one more minute, and then I'll tickle your backbone! Now, do you want me to keep tickling your feet here, or would you rather I tickle your underarms?” Sweeping her nails under his toes, she began to give the tips of his phalanges little nips and nibbles.

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"...hn-nnn~! ...heheee! ahaa...! ff-feet-t...!" he sniveled, trembling as a couple tears dripped from his jaw to his collarbone, sliding down his sternum and anguishing him further. "it t-t'cklhles...! ihit tickles ahehee cahan't tahaake it...!" he babbled to himself shrilly in near-voiceless giggles, sockets squeezed shut.

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“Denise, I know you still have some time left, but the poor dear seems to be so tired, and Frisk still needs her turn," Toriel said with a sympathetic smile. "Perhaps you should go a little easier on him."

“O-oh. Yeah, you're right, sorry.” Grinning sheepishly, Denise slowed down her tickling to light nail tracing.

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Shivering at the sudden adjustment, Sans's grin quivered and his voice slowly crawled back to him in helpless giggles. "...heee~!...hehehee! ehee! aa-aha~! haha~nnhmn—~heheheehee!" His mind spun dizzily, and he felt rather floaty, lost in the sheer ticklishness that engulfed his soles and toes.

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“Alright, I think you've had enough." Denise walked her fingers back to his torso and skittered across his backbone.

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His tension melted at the gentle contact, smile helplessly growing, SOUL starting to softly shine through his shirt in his vulnerably open, wearily unguarded state. "hh-h~hmm.... mmhmhm~haa! hehee ... h-hmhmm....~"

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The young woman's smile softened. “Aww, you poor thing, you've been through so much. Don't worry, Frisk will be your last tickler, and then we'll let you go and Ms. Toriel can restore your stamina.” She gently twisted her nails in the spaces between the vertebrae, working her way down.

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"heehe~hmmm~mhmm...!" Sans peeked open one eye. "y-you c'n keeheep mehe here f'rever 'f you're d-doin' that.... mmhm~...." Though he was enjoying the moment immensely, dread for the remaining fourth of his time in the chair was rising.

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The gentler tickling continued for a few more moments before Denise finally pulled away, pulling out a handkerchief from her pocket and using it to dab away his tears. "Alright, just one more to go. Frisk is probably much gentler than the rest of us ... but then again, she still has quite the mischievous streak.” She glared playfully at Frisk.

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Frisk giggled rather giddily at her sister's words and look, hopping up on and straddling Sans's legs when Denise finished up.

Sighing happily at the last few ticklish touches to his backbone, Sans opened both freshly-dried sockets to watch the little human warily.

Grinning mischievously, Frisk splayed and wiggled her fingers, reaching out for his armpits.

Sans flinched with a whimper, feeling a rush of tingles already, but then quickly noticed she'd stopped right before touching him.

"Hehe...." She dragged her fingers down in the air, toward his ribs, keeping her eyes focused on his as they tracked her movement; wincing and widening every so often. She darted in and quickly retracted without setting fingers to bone.

"hh—hh! ...i-is that your game k'ddo...? gh—!" Sans asked, breath hitching when she very lightly pressed her fingers at the side of his ribs.

Giggling in response, Frisk withdrew her hand, wiggling her fingers tauntingly close to his neck, drawing a quiet whine from him. She continued to mercilessly tease, keeping his attention by softly touching or feathering fingertips over sensitive spots whenever he started to relax or look away.

The small skeleton was becoming more and more of a wreck by the second, uncertain whether she'd get down to business or not, relieved and disappointed at every unfollowed threat. "..nn! hhh—! c-c'mon ... d-don't do th's t' me...! gh! hheheh! ....nhn!"

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“Nyehehe! What's wrong, Sans?" Papyrus suddenly asked with a sly grin. "Can't handle a little teasing?”

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Sans shot his brother a soft glare but was immediately reeled back with a soft squeeze at his hip. Yelping at the sudden ticklish burst, he saw her hands were already moving away and climbing toward his torso again and his breath quickened.

For her last remaining minute, Frisk solidly kept her fingers a hair away from his underarms, wiggling and scritching the air as the skeleton gigglingly whined, keeping him tense with occasional light touches and traces which made him loudly squeak.

By the time her turn was done and she withdrew, Sans let out an overwrought sob, shaking in his bonds. "a-ah-haa...! nnnhnn ... i-i'm s-so t-tingly all o-over...!"

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“Oh, you poor dear, hehee! Here, allow me to restore your strength.” Toriel rested her paws on Sans' chest and gently pulsed her healing magic through him.

“That was so much fun! I love this chair!” Denise happily declared, waiting for Toriel to finish her spell before untying him.

“I'll get you a glass of water, brother!” Papyrus jogged out of the room.

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Sans breathed deeply in absolute relief, smile falling to a more natural, peaceful state as the soothing magic overtook him. When his arms were freed, he scrubbed at his face with his sleeves and discreetly patted against his shirt to mop up all the wetness of his own tears where they'd fallen. Strength returning to him in waves, Sans relaxed back and closed his eyes, folding his arms up shyly over his chest. "...that was probably the most ... intense twelve minutes of my life, heh...." It probably actually wasn't true, considering what Flowey had put him through, but with everything that led up to it and all the effort to bring him there, Sans was sure it was a pretty big contender, anyhow.

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“Intense, yes, but hopefully not horrible.” Toriel gently nuzzled the back of his skull.

Papyrus walked back in with a glass filled near to the brim with tap. “Are you strong enough to hold this, brother? I wouldn't want you to spill water all over yourself."

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"well ... it was really difficult to take, but...." He wrapped his arms a bit more tightly about himself, humming at her nuzzling. "mm, u-um, i kinda really did like it a lot..." He glanced up — relieved — at Papyrus when he came back, clearing his throat. "oh, yeah, i should be good now after tori's magic. thanks, bro." Smiling, he reached out one hand eagerly for the cup.

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Papyrus gently passed the glass to his brother with a tink of their fingers. “There you go. Remember to drink slowly, unless you want water spilling through your rib cage, nyehehe!”

“Eeeee, yay, I'm so happy I bought this chair!" Denise reiterated with a squeal and a bounce. "Though, it's not gonna be used all the time since the bondage can get pretty intense.”

“Oh, isn't that the truth? The tickling is so maddening when you can't move!” Papyrus laughed.

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Though he wasn't too weak to hold it, Sans found he was still shaking from the excitement of everything, and the cup quietly rattled in his hand. He carefully raised it to his mouth to take slow sips as Papyrus cautioned.

"geeheeze ... good. i don't think i could handle going through that all the time," Sans agreed, then shivered. "...e-especially under my arms. gosh, that was brutal!"

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Toriel took a look out the window and found the sun was setting. “Goodness! I hadn't realized how much time we've spent with lunch and this tickle play. It must be nearly six in the evening.”

Papyrus gulped and stiffened, all traces of happiness vaporizing in an instant, looking over at Sans in fear. They were getting closer and closer to the deadline of the inevitable session with Flowey.

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Sans's SOUL harshly dimmed at the reminder of the time. He returned Papyrus's look, trying his best to convey any reassurance against what they'd be facing, but could barely manage with his own fear. "h-heh, guess it did take ya awhile to catch me, h-hope it was worth the chase."

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“Oh, most definitely!" Denise nodded before shooting the boss monster beside her a smirk. "Maybe next week we can go after Ms. Toriel!”

“Oh, I should think not," Toriel responded in a playfully scolding tone. Her voice became gentler as she sheepishly added, "Though ... if Sans really wanted me there, I wouldn't deny his request.”

Denise squealed in adoration behind her hands and bounced on her toes. “So cuuuuute!”

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Sans snapped his gaze back to Toriel, lightly blushing, smile growing with an excited shimmer to his eyes. "ohh ... w-well, maybe i'll take ya up on that." It was definitely a good solution for his anxiety about their strength difference when tickling her, but also ... the thought just made his SOUL flutter.

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“You better watch out, though," Denise warned playfully, "that skeleton can be quite the tickler — and a real nasty tease — when he wants to be, hahaha!”

“Oh, I haven't a shadow of a doubt, dear. But I know he'll be gentle with me all the same."

Despite the light mood in the room — even Sans seemed temporarily distracted from the impending doom at first glance — Papyrus still felt incredibly tense. The ever-building dread of what was to come was making him feel terribly queasy. It was the same feeling he had gotten after eating Toriel's shepherd's pie. “Um, p-pardon me!..." He quickly backed out of the room and rushed to the bathroom, locking himself inside. He leaned heavily over the toilet bowl, supporting himself with trembling arms.

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"course, tori, i don't want'cha to actually suffer...." Like he and Papyrus soon were going to.

Seeing his brother's nauseous look, he felt anxiety pang through him. "a-ah, 'scuse me too...!" Following Papyrus to the bathroom he gently knocked on the door. "p-pap, you gonna be okay?"

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Papyrus was beginning to hyperventilate by the time Sans caught up to him, the sick feeling in his SOUL growing rapidly in tandem with his fear. “I-I.... I'm scared!... Sans, I'm so sc-scared! I just know Flowey will go after your underarms and my legs! I don't w-want him to! I don't wanna be tortured! I don't want you to be tortured!” He had begun to sob halfway through his words, his tears plopping into the toilet bowl.

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Sockets tearing up at Papyrus's utter anxiety, Sans jiggled the door handle, finding it locked. Using a bit of the magic Toriel's healing had restored to him, Sans teleported to his brother's side, gently hugging him. "oh, papyrus ... i-i wish i could take ev'rything back," he mournfully whispered, weeping. "should never have told ya.... should never have brought him here....!"

In that moment he desperately wished he had the power to RESET and change his mistakes — then recoiled in horror at himself, feeling like the lowest of filthy hypocrites.

Clinging to his brother, he tried not to squeeze too tightly. "b-but we'll g-get through it, okay...? t-tonight won't last forever. i'm here for you, little bro...." Sans nuzzled him, rubbing at his back.

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Papyrus sniffled and hiccuped, finding immense comfort in Sans' presence. It took him a few minutes to finally calm his breathing to a more natural tempo. “I-I'm sorry.... I-I just n-needed to get that outta my syst-tem.... I'm s-still glad you're not going through this a-alone....”

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Calming down some as Papyrus did, Sans rubbed circles over his brother's back, trying to think of something to take the other skeleton's mind off of their fate — then their current location reminded him of something. "...hey, bro, when i was hiding out in here the last time, had ya come down from the roof beforehand to wait in here? or is there something you haven't told me....?"

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Papyrus took the bait willingly, desperate to distract himself from his stress. “O-oh. Well.... Okay, here's the truth. A-at first, I had kept it from you to surprise you, but then it turned into ... into spite, because you'd always keep secrets from me. I ... have some of the same powers you do. I can teleport — kind of — and I summon Blaster attacks. ...I'm sorry for not telling you sooner.”

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Sans's eyes shimmered in awe. "geeze, pap, for real? you really are the greatest!" Suddenly his grin grew slightly mischievous. "hey, this is perfect. now you can teleport me around everywhere and i won't hafta waste any energy, heheh!"

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Papyrus chuckled, feeling his own spirits lift, and he blushed sheepishly. He then smirked back. “Well, unlucky for you, I still need a lot of practice. It was sheer luck that I nailed that teleportation back there. But.... Perhaps you could help me practice?”

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"heheh, sure, anytime you like, bro," Sans agreed, giving the side of Papyrus's skull a gentle bump with his teeth. "not that we need anymore excuses to hang out together, but i'm glad we have another one, heh. i love ya lots."

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“Nyehehe! I love you too!” Papyrus nuzzled his cheek, hugging him close, before poking his ribs a few times. “So, did you enjoy your time in the tickle chair?~"

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"hehee! a-ah~heh!" Squirming, Sans pushed at his brother's hands, blushing brightly. "y-yeah ... almost wish i coulda handled more.... but, geeze, it's intense! ghh...! and with the way you teased me...! sorry, i just couldn't take anymore like that, heh, didn't mean t' spoil your fun...."

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“Oh, that's okay, don't worry about it. I can always just do this!” He slid his hands under Sans' arms and wiggled his fingers.

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Arms snapping up against his sides, Sans wriggled and squealed. "haaaaaiieeheeehee! noho! no, c'mohon! ahahaa~!" Just before curling up completely, he managed to swipe a shaky finger down Papyrus's spine.

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Papyrus squeaked loudly and swiveled his spine away. “Hehehey! Nyaahaaha!” He stopped tickling, but he kept his hands under Sans' arms, ready to begin again at any moment.

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Uncurling, but remaining tense with his brother's fingers still threatening lingering at the sweet spot, Sans giggled, jumpy with anticipation. "ghh ... hehe! h-hahaven't'cha had ehenough of mehe yet?" Fidgeting and gazing up with a nervous expression, he attempted a step back to pull away.

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It was too easy for Papyrus to follow his brother's step back. “Oh, brother, I could never get enough of your adorable laughter! Buuuuut ... I suppose I can show you mercy this time.” He still gave him a quick tickle before pulling his hands back out. “Nyehehe! I'm sorry, I just love how ticklish you are!”

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"aaa~heehee!" With arched eyes, Sans wrapped his arms tightly around himself when Papyrus withdrew. He loved it too. Most of the time. Glad that his brother seemed to be in better spirits and not about to be sick anymore, Sans opened a socket with a genuine smile. "yeah, yeah. i'm just a bag of funny bones, heheh. c'mon, let's ... let's just get a little fresh air for a while. i wanna see some of the stuff you can do, if you're up for it?"

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“Okay!" Papyrus seemed to stand a little taller. He was always eager to show off his skills, especially to his brother. "I'll give it my best shot! I wish to practice my teleportation while we're at it.” Grinning happily, actually forgetting why he was so stressed and scared in the first place, he raced out of the bathroom. “Come on, brother, let's go!”

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Grinning widely now, Sans eagerly kept up behind him. "have you done much practice on your own? when'd you find out you could do it?"

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“Remember that time I got lost in Snowdin Forest as a babybones? I recall being so scared, and then a clump of snow fell on my head and gave me a real fright. I think that's what initially triggered my powers. I ... haven't really practiced as much as I should have since then.” He made his way outside, but not before calling out to the household, “Sans and I are going out for a while! Be right back!”

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"Okay!" Frisk called in acknowledgement. Until they gave in and asked for her help, she could only pretend not to notice how often they slipped away to deal with stress. That and be a distraction for the rest of her family.

Flowey smiled in satisfaction to himself, slipping quietly out the window to watch and wait for the right moment.

Sans mulled over the information, feeling his guilt rise again. There was so much he could have done for his brother growing up if only he’d known.... "geeze, all that time, huh? that must'a been some heavy spite i caused for you to keep it from me. heh ... sorry.... i-i know it was always frustrating for ya for me to be so secretive all the time ... i'm just ... really sorry, pap." Sans glanced aside, rubbing the back of his neck, then returned his gaze with a truly apologetic countenance.

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Papyrus turned around fully to face Sans, placing a hand on his shoulder and offering him a gentle smile. “It's okay, Sans. I've already forgiven you, so you don't need to worry anymore.” He knelt down and hugged him close for a few moments, then stood back up and faced off in the direction they were headed. “Now! Let us begin training! Frankly, I'm very excited to finally master teleportation!”

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Sighing happily at the hug, Sans smiled softly. "heheh, course. i know you can handle some pretty intense training, like you have with undyne, but teleporting frequently in a short time can sap energy real quick, so let's just give it a few goes, okay? let's see how precise you can be at a short distance." Looking down, Sans dug a shallow 'X' on the lawn with his toe and backed up several paces. "why don't'cha stand on the porch and aim for this mark?"

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“Alright, I'll give it my best shot!” The younger skeleton jogged up to the porch and tapped into his magic. Concentrating on the pinpoint on the lawn, he blinked out of and back into existence in an instant. However, he ended up reappearing in a nearby tree, and the branches weren't strong enough to support his weight for long. After a bit of tumbling, he crashed down on the ground, now covered in leaves and tree sap. “GAH–! Owieee....”

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Sans ran over and crouched beside him. "pap! you okay, bro?" he asked anxiously, brushing a few leaves away and gingerly petting at him. "hey, uh, well you did teleport!"

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Papyrus winced up at Sans, his cheeks lightly dusted in embarrassment. "Perhaps I hadn't worded it right before. I do know how to teleport, but I don't know how to teleport to the place I want to go. I suppose that is the part I need help with.”

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Sans smiled at him gently. "heh, well, ya sure were able to get where you wanted when you chased me down. tell ya what. before i bog ya down with technical methodology, why don't'cha try it again with an incentive. it really helps havin' a strong reason behind it."

Giving Papyrus an affectionate rub on his skull, Sans went back to the mark he'd made and drew a couple circles around it. "if you land in the target, you get t' tickle me for a minute. outer ring gets you my spine, inner ring my ribs, and bulls-eye is under my arms." He grinned. "and if you land outside it, i get to tickle you. sound fair?"

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Papyrus listened to the rules as he climbed back up to his feet and swept away the leaves scattered across his body. Once he heard the consequence of failing to teleport in the target, however, he jolted with a nervous grin. Nevertheless, he was very excited to master the spell that his brother so flawlessly exceeded in. “Wowie, sounds fun! Alright, I'll do my best!”

Shutting his sockets tight and tensing his body, Papyrus focused as hard as he could, trying to imagine himself on the center circle. After a few moments, he popped from his original standing point to the target, except he had landed on the outermost ring. “Well.... Not what I was aiming for, but at least I landed on the target at all!”

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"hey, not bad, bro! great job!" Sans grinned, looking at his brother rather adoringly despite the fact that Papyrus's success meant more tickling. "how's your magic feelin'? let me know when you start gettin' tired, okay? don't try to push yourself on this just yet." He walked up next to him, only now starting to fidget a little nervously with a quiet chuckle.

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“I believe I'll be okay for a few more practice runs! Oh, you wouldn't mind if I stockpiled the rewards, would you? So I could tickle you all at once? If not, I could always tickle you right now." He chuckled mischievously and wiggled his fingers in Sans' direction.

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"heheh!" Sans tensed up with a widening grin. "naw, th-that's fine. just don't get greedy, bro," he softly teased. "even if you start gettin' closer, don't push yourself for another go if you start gettin' dizzy. we can always try this again later." Backing up again, Sans leaned against the railing to watch, giving Papyrus a casual thumbs up.

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“In that case, to ensure my safety, I shall try three more times!” Papyrus jogged back to his original spot by the tree and tried again for the bulls-eye. He never hit his desired mark, but he had landed on the middle ring twice. On his last attempt, however, he hadn't even landed on the target at all, popping up just mere inches outside the outer ring. It was only at that point that he started feeling a little drained.

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After the final try, Sans teleported himself over and hugged him excitedly. "that was so cool, bro! you did really awesome! i know you'll get it down in no time! heheh, and i'm sure it's more fun practicing this way rather than me givin' ya a spiel about space and time coordinates and intention and making it all technical." He chuckled.

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Papyrus grinned ecstatically and swept his brother up, spinning around in tight circles. “NYEHEHEH! I'm getting better at teleporting! This is so exciting!” He stopped spinning and placed him down before stumbling over and tripping over his own feet, collapsing on his side. “Ow! Nynnnhh.... I feel dizzy....”

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"wo~hoah! heheh! a-ah, hey, buddy, take it easy!" Dropping gently to his knees, Sans pet his fingers over Papyrus's skull, his delighted expression turning concerned. "you all right, bro? anything i can get for ya?"

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Papyrus slowly eased himself into an upright sit and rubbed his skull. “No, I'll be fine. I think I just need to rest for a little. Thanks again for helping me, Sans. You truly are a great older brother, one worthy of the Great Papyrus! Nyeh!~”

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"naw...." Sans blushed, leaning and nuzzling against his brother, looking away humbly. "i just like to see ya shine, pap. but you never need my help for that...." He glanced up. "oh, and i didn't say beforehand in case it made ya want to miss, but i'll only be tickling your neck for the penalty this time."

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Papyrus' expression brightened at the reveal of the penalty. “Oh, great! Hehe, yeah, I suppose knowing that beforehand would've drawn me to try to lose. So, would you like to tickle me first, or shall I tickle you first?”

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Sans chuckled softly. "well, i guess if you went first that'd be a little more restful for ya? i’ll be super easy on you."

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“Nyeheh, okay!” The taller skeleton slipped off his scarf to allow easier access to his neck, giggling excitedly to himself all the while.

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"heheheh, you're way too adorable, pap...." Sans casually reached up, softly trailing his phalanges along the side of the taller skeleton's neck and teasing under his chin.

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“Nyeeheehee!~ Heheehahahaa!” Papyrus giggled mirthfully, trembling and twitching, raising his neck a bit to welcome every soft, loving tickle.

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"that feel nice for ya? you like that, bro?" Sans cooed happily, repositioning himself so he could use both hands to graze over both sides of his brother's neck, scritching and poking at his vertebrae at his nape. "kitchy coo~! tickle tickle! heheh!" Raising himself up, he fondly nuzzled under his chin.

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“NYAhahahaahaha! Y-Yehehes! Ihee lohohove it! Eeeheehee!” He blushed brightly at the teasing, tangling his fingers in his scarf to give his hands something to do.

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Sockets arched, Sans kept it up for what he estimated to be about a minute — and just a tiny bit longer — finally easing off and giving Papyrus a hug. "heheh ... all right, i'll let'cha claim your rewards now...."

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“Hehehe!...” Papyrus' giggles died down to soft hums, but a wide smile still stretched across his face. “Nyeheheh, alright! But you gotta lift up your shirt for me. No pulling it or your hands back down."

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"ahaa, geeeeze.... all right." Grabbing his shirt by the hem, Sans hiked it up far enough to expose his ribcage, hoping nobody from the neighboring houses were watching. "th-this good?"

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“Perfect! I'll tickle your ribs first, and since I landed on the middle ring twice, I get to tickle them for two minutes.” Counting down in his head, he began wiggling and tweaking his top ribs, working his way down.

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Shrilly gasping at the initial contact, Sans squealed, dancing his torso around. Now that he could freely move, he seemed to take more advantage of it than ever, though never quite leaning out of reach — not that he'd be able to outmatch Papyrus's long arms. "heheehee! eeheee! ahaa! oho gahaahash! hahahaa! naha—! nahaat that! ghhkh~eheehee!"

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Papyrus giggled happily as he wiggled his fingers between each rib. “Coochie-coochie-coo! Nyeheheh! How much does this tickle, hmm? Remember, no lowering your arms or shirt! Tickle tickly tiiiiickle!~”

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"kh~hh—hh! nn~nahahaaa! d-dohon't tease, nhnn~!" he whined, flopping up against his brother, laughing into his chest. His hands squeezed at the bunched up fabric, still wiggling a little. "hehehee! it t-tihihickles s-soho muh~ahahaach!"

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With the smaller skeleton leaning against him, Papyrus had very easy access to the grooves on his back. Smirking devilishly, he gave the sweet spot as many teasing pokes as he could get away with.

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With a loud squeak, Sans quickly squirmed back with wide eyes and a giddy, anxious grin. "eeee—~! hehey, wahaiiii~heet!" He leaned away playfully, hands starting to tremble with the effort not to protect himself.

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“Nyahahaa! Sorry, I couldn't resist!” Papyrus began gliding up and down his ribs, playing them like a harp.

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"hahaa~! ahahaa~heheee! geeheeze, you sn-sneheak, heh!" Letting go of his shirt with one hand — firmly keeping hold with the other — he briefly swiped and wiggled his fingers against Papyrus's neck as 'payback', lightly wriggling and twitching at the treatment of his ribs.

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Papyrus squeaked and ducked his head a bit, squirming a little as well, as he began twiddling his ribs again. “Hehey! Ahaaahaa! Haahaha! Ehee, ihit's s-supposed to be myhee turn! Nyeheheeee!”

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"ghhk~! eeheeee! a-ahand y-you're s-sahaapposed to keeheep to myhehe r-ribs! hahaaa!" His squirming became a little more frenzied by the technique and he shoved his shirt up against his mouth, giggling boisterously into it.

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“Nyeheh, touché. Okay, I think my time is up on your ribs. Now for your spine!” He glided his fingers slowly down his rib cage to his spine, but instead of tickling the front and sides of it, he skittered his fingers along his backbone.

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"hehehee! mhh~hmm! mhmhmm! heheh~hmmm~mm...!" Sans slowly leaned up against Papyrus again to let him reach more easily, trembling and shivering, but holding relatively still, humming appreciatively.

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“Nyehehe...." Papyrus' countenance softened, gazingly lovingly down at his brother. "Thank you for always helping me, Sans, both in the past, and in the present. I don't say enough how much you mean to me, or how lucky I am to have a brother like you, so ... I'm so happy to be your brother!” He continued to affectionately tickle Sans' vertebrae, and he nuzzled his cheek fondly.

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Sans nuzzled back blissfully, clinging to Papyrus's shirt as well as his own. "mm~ hm, aww ... m-means aha lot t-to mehee, bro.... a wh-whole lot...." Tears beaded in his sockets, this time from happiness, SOUL softly glowing as he felt safe and loved and—

"Howdy!" Flowey popped up beside them with a smirk.

#Undertale #Ticklish Shenanigans #Main Story #Sans #Papyrus #Flowey #Frisk #Toriel #Denise

[thebeingofeverything]

Oooh for the love ask, I am curious about Abduxuel. I re read part of BRS recently (needed some inspo; I like the way you write Rin and Amaimon's interactions!) And this has me thinkin

❤ love headcanons ❤

Send me a character and I’ll reply with my headcanons…

When they discover they've got a crush: Abdi is quick to fall, he's gregarious and always searching for someone, even if it's just for the night.

How they confess/hint:

He's very forward usually. But when it comes to love, it's completely new territory and in the specific case of the plot of BRS and the Abdi sides, he can hide in plain sight. He'll use affectionate language and physicality, but won't come out and say it bc he isn't sure the reception will be taken as anything other than a joke or insult.

Big gestures of love: Giving one of his keys that lead directly to his location.

Little gestures of love: Including the receiver in his adventures, and the usual demonic displays of possessiveness.

How to win their heart: Abdi loves a good challenge like the rest of the demons, but he also appreciates a little depravity, unlike Mephisto who enjoys the corruption, Abdi is happy to find someone who's already there. He loves pasta and carbs of all kinds too. Newness is what he enjoys the most, bc he's constantly searching for something to catch his interest.

How to break their heart: Ignore him, don't join him when he goes out, make him feel excluded.

Tiny little turn-ons: He's a degenerate. Any kind of filth makes him happy.

Big turn-ons: Splitting a "meal" with him, aka gorging on someone in bed with his partner (rip his cannibalistic tendencies). Bringing a little blasphemy into the bedroom.

Things that make their heart flutter: Honesty, not letting him hide behind his fronts and mask of thoughtless reprobate.

Their type: Reprobates, degenerates, and sinners. But he's also happy with anyone who pays attention to him.

Ideal date: Vegas followed by any number of loud places he can lose himself in. Every now and then sitting out under the stars in his brief, brief moments of silence.

Past relationships: Uncountable one night stands, both demonic and human. Though the only "relationship" is with Mephisto, the others are just for fun. (Rin is winning him over, though).

How they might affect current relationships: It doesn't. No one expects a demon to be monogamous.

‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): After he got Mephisto to figure his shit out, his primary goals are egging Rin on to see what happens bc he loves playing with fire, and Rin is fascinating. He also wants Mephisto to unwind a bit so he doesn't get too hyper focused on his goals.

Any other love headcanons: He was the first of the kings who managed to change/evolve the human capacity for love besides Lucifer, though he didn't know what it was at first bc it wasn't something anyone thought demons were capable of. He spent centuries frustrated and unable to understand why it felt like something was missing, attributing it to the fact that he and Samael were two sides of the same aspect and that separation between them was the source of the discomfort. It wasn't until Lucifer had his revelation and broke the briar rose syndrome curse he'd fallen under with true love's kiss that Abdi realized he'd undergone that same evolution.

Unfortunately, when he went to Lucifer and talked with him, Lucifer took it upon himself to meddle in Samael and Abduxuel's relationship to "help" them (he's a good eldest brother lmao) and cursed Abduxuel.

After the events of the fic, Abdi is mostly sorted out, but he's got some issues over having merged with Samael and it's difficult to keep himself separated from that mindset now. So he can react poorly to any perceived infringement on his autonomy.

Thanks for the ask!! @philosophicalparadox Talking about Abdi and the brs universe always makes me so happy 👌🥺 (also thanks bruh, I'm 😳 that u think my Amaimon & Rin characterization/dynamic was good, it was the highlight of writing that fic and I still get emotional thinking about it.)

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #tboes asks #ask response #Abduxuel