#like cotton candy but string kinda?

[pup-pee]

chewy like a easter egg grass

#if u havent eaten the that easter egg grass then like y not #i want some so bad it tastes so good #im mean its just sugar & food dye + smth smth #BUT GAHHH I WANT IT #like cotton candy but string kinda? #anyways #im gonna eat this lil girlie WHOLE JUST NOM #ill prolly make this like a charm 4 myself #hang him on my phone so i can jingle them like car keys #kon el #superboy #kon el kent #dc #puppee art #what is all this yapping

[k2ssland]

fem!reader, public cockwarming.

wrote this quickly at work hiding from my manager but he caught me before i could finish so it’s kinda cliffhanger–ish .. sowwy

thinking about tutor!gojo who invites you to a private study room to prepare for finals and instead of traditional study methods, he has his own way of doing things.

tutor!gojo who has you in his lap with his fat cock sitting pretty inside you and his cotton candy tip teasing your cervix. your mini skirt pooling at your waist and he holds your hips tightly, digging into your flushed skin with his blunt nails.

your sweet, faint mewls were like music to his ears — filling up the thankfully soundproofed and enclosed cubicle. in his attempt to explain organic chemistry to you, you’re still unable to comprehend because all you can focus on is nice and full of gojo you are. and with each passing moment, you grow increasingly needy for more. your puffy lips shaped into a pout as you tremble above him. his cock reaches so deep and stretches you out so well that you can’t help but grind against him. and every time you do, he chastises to pull out if you don’t stay still.

“t–toru! please, ‘need more,” you whined.

“awe, i know baby, but you want a good grade don’t you? it’ll just a little longer, i promise.”

tutor!gojo who’s panting now as he’s fucking you senselessly from the back. strings of broken curses pool from his lips like they’ve been aching for this moment. his big hands spread open the fat of your ass allowing him to reach deeper, kissing your cervix with every thrust.

you whimper and moan, tucking your lip behind your teeth from the immense stimulation that's all because of your tutor’s devilish cock exploring every inch of you.

©2023 KANNARIE — do not translate, modify, repost, or steal any of my work. i will bite you, disrespectfully.

#gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo smut #satoru smut #gojo satoru smut #satoru gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #jjk #jujutsu maiden #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x you #gojo headcanons #┆ ⤿ ⌗ kannarie’s works .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

[blackopals-world]

How successful do you think Fellow would be? Honestly part of me thinks he might get beaten up by Jester!Yuu in a kinda slapstick style for bringing a bad name to funny little silly guys

Let me answer that with this

Circus Jem

Fellow tries to claim a new attraction.

Fellow felt very lucky. Very lucky indeed that such a perfect doll waltzed right in.

One so perfect they looked as if they belonged already, no need to dress them up.

Sure the others that came along were just a bonus now that they brought such a gift.

Their face was painted porcelain with a golden star and pastel lips. All dolled up in ribbons and bells. Their clothes were designed to look like the wearer had been pulled from a circus poster.

He could already see those lovely ribbons pulled taunt like puppet strings.

Fellow watched his prey flit from attraction to attraction their charm sending waves of excitement through the other patrons.

They gathered and praised their looks and asked for pictures and took videos. The little clown juggled and danced doing tricks on the merry-go-round.

A mascot. Yes! They were perfect to play that part.

Fellow waited until the little one had separated from the group that fawned over them like a beloved toy. He even laughed at that thought knowing he would steal it from them.

"Are you enjoying your day here?" He asked leaning over the entertainer.

"Absol-tully! I love it here!" They practically chirped.

"And your group? Where are they?" He asked examining his prize more closely. They were in good condition, no visible marks at least.

"Oh, I wanted to get some cotton candy. Villy would never let me have any. But it's my favorite treaty." They whined their lower lip poked out.

Fellow felt an arrow in his chest. He understood why the clown was dotted on. Their strange speech pattern and childish mannerisms could draw anyone in.

"You poor thing. Why don't you come with me. I show you the best candy stall in the park. I won't tell a soul what you did." He said taking the jester by the hand. "

He led them away deeper into the heart of the park.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this but you fit in quite well here. It's a shame you won't be staying longer. You've really brightened this humble park." Fellow said in sorrow.

"I know! This place is just so cozy but also cold. Chilly but no cheese! It feels like home though." They said. Fellow didn't get the meaning behind those words.

" I could use your help to change that. You could stay here. I promise you'll love it. Fun and games every day and an adoring crowd to perform for every night. You would always fit in among the others. All the cotton candy you want and no one to tell you no." Fellow lead the clown to a special room away from the park. A space with a lovely cage just for his new doll.

"Em. No, thanks! I'm not just some clown you know. I'm a jester! As such I need my people. As long as they're happy I'm happy too. But I can't make them happy if I'm far far away. That would make me super sad." They said agast "Hey wait. This isn't the candy place."

"Unfortunately for you, it's not. But don't worry my precious doll. I bring you some to decorate your new cage." Fellow laughed as he raised his staff.

Only for it to be knocked form his hand.

"You lied! You aren't Honest at all. In fact, you aren't even fun. That makes me mad! And I hate being mad!" The jester growled as they grabbed the fox by the front of the shirt.

Fellow struggled to get out of the iron grip.

"Hey wait! I-" He tried to say.

"I'm bored. You're boring me with the flip-flapping of your lips. Now you have to take responsibility and entertain me funny man."

The group was in chaos. They had lost Yuu!

There was no telling where they went. Were they kidnapped?! That clown has no survival instincts and no sense of fear at all.

Lilia suggested they ask if anyone had seen them after all a brightly dressed jester is hard to miss.

And lucky them they found their missing clown standing on a stage with Fellow's staff in hand.

"Come one come all! And see a wonderful show! See the disgrace that is the Fallen Ringmaster! Watch him dance upon my strings!" Yuu commanded the fox to do tricks like a dog. "Jump Fellow! Now Speak! Jump through the hoop and don't get burned!"

The audience was losing it as they laughed at the foolish display. Honest seemed to be under some sort of hypnotic spell but was still fully aware of his torment.

Yuu figured out the staff was a magic tool to control people. They were such a smart cookie.

Unfortunately, the spell didn't last long as Fellow regained his body and turned to attack the little clown.

The group charged the stage to stop him only for-

*CRACK*

Yuu stood there holding a broken staff-well stick in their hands after they swung it full force across Fellow's head.

The fox went down with a thud after getting a definite concussion.

"Oopies!" The jester giggled, bashfully hiding the bloodied staff behind their back.

#jester!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #fellow honest #playful land event #vil schoenheit #twst vil #twisted wonderland vil #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland lilia

[inkareds]

Cigarettes Out The Window Matt Murdock x Reader

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Cigarettes Out The Window by TV Girl

nav // marvel m.list // ko-fi

✧.* warnings: this story focuses on strong use of cigarettes and overcoming an addiction, also very unedited I wrote this at 1am ✧.* genre: SFW but mature themes ✧.* word count: 3.7k

Notes: This story is lowkey kinda personal to me and I won't go into detail why, but what I will go into detail is DON'T FUCKING SMOKE. IT'S NOT CUTE IT'S NOT COQUETTE, IT'S NOT VINTAGE, IT'S NOT LANA DEL REY, IT'S DANGEROUS AND A STUPID FUCKING DECISION! I regret ever fucking smoking and anyone who does will say they did to.

When the smell of smoke and carbon dioxide starts sticking to your skin more and more, Matt takes notice and starts growing more worried.

Matt got a whiff of it when you walked through the door, a whiff of smoke and carbon dioxide that’s been cleverly covered by the sweet floral scent of jasmine soap and four sprays of that new woody perfume on your cotton shirt. It smelled like the opposite of how sour candy tasted. Where a sour candy would start out sour only for you to get to the sweetness at the end, the smell that hit his nose was sweet the first time only to quickly turn bitter once he analysed closer. 

The sheer power it would take to cover the strong scent of a cigarette whose smoke latches itself onto every fibre of your being from your hair to your skin and clothes, made him wonder why you were trying so desperately to hide it. Of course, it wasn’t his business to know why you were trying to hide it, hell, it wasn’t his business at all to question why you were suddenly smoking. 

After all, perhaps you have always been a smoker, just took a break for the first couple of months you started working in the firm. It wouldn’t be surprising. 

Either way, it wasn’t his business. 

But, 

He couldn’t help but let it linger in his thoughts when you wandered into his office. He could tell you were smiling by the way you were talking. Matt was acutely aware of how you leaned against his desk to debrief him on the case you independently took. He was also acutely aware of the fact that he was not paying attention to what you were saying, as he was focusing too much on how much your voice was like music to his ears. 

“Are you even paying attention, boss?” You teased him, despite having been told multiple times by the other three employees in the entire firm that you didn’t need to call any of them your boss. You noticed it elicits the most entertaining reaction when you did it to Matt. 

That was when he finally was forced into reality, noticing how he’s been slowly but unsubtly leaning towards the desk more and more to get closer to you he immediately straightened himself out. Clearing his throat in the process. 

“Yeah, sorry, what was that?” His little cough up seemed to catch you by surprise for a moment and Matt quickly realised what he subconsciously did. 

He wasn’t supposed to know that you had been smoking and yet his little cough could indicate that his body had smelled the smoke etched into your skin. By instinct you also straightened yourself out, making more distance between you and Matt. 

“Yeah so,” As you continue with your speech you couldn’t help but take a breath every time you finished one long string of explanation, wondering to yourself whether or not that five minutes you took in the bathroom this morning to brush your teeth wasn’t enough and that distinct cigarette smell was still in your mouth. 

After all, you could still feel the slight burn at the back of your throat from the way you clumsily smoked that cigarette. You were being stupid and thought the front door was opening, afraid that someone would come in, you accidentally took a drag that was a few seconds too long, causing the smoke buildup to burn your throat. 

The slight sting was a cruel reminder of your sudden habit that was, unfortunately, coming back. 

The next days, Matt didn’t smell any kind of smoke on you, instead he smelled something else. Something stronger, a deep soft cologne. And it seems this time you weren’t trying to hide your scent, as Foggy himself noticed it.

“You smell different today.” Foggy teased, you brushed him off as you tried to do your work, only for Karen to terrorise you just as much as Foggy. “Cologne? Huh. You know, that along with the way there’s smudges of makeup around a very specific area on your neck is ringing some bells.” 

The two snickered as they edged you to confess. Matt couldn’t help to stop his work and listen in to the conversation. 

“You going to tell us whose the lucky person?” That was when you fully rolled your eyes at them. “It’s no one important okay.” You chuckled. 

Foggy and Karen both looked at each other before pretending to give it up. “Alright if you say so, but Matt.” Foggy directed it towards him, “Is it just me or did you also notice that our newest employee here, has been smelling like the same cologne for the past week?” 

Hearing the way your heart was practically beating faster and faster along with the rush of heat coming to your face. Matt could tell you didn’t really want to talk about it. Perhaps you wanted to keep your love life a secret, though his heart felt like it was being constrained as of now, he understood why you would want to do so. 

After all, you hadn’t been friends with this crowd for very long, and in that short amount of time, you’ve gotten very close. Despite this, it would make sense why you wanted to keep certain aspects of your life a secret. 

So, after a short pause, Matt shrugged, hoping the fact that there was one person in the office who wasn’t actively trying to push you to talk about it would ease some of your tension. “I haven’t noticed much change.” 

By the way, you exhaled a sigh of relief, he could tell it worked. But it seemed Foggy and Karen were less attuned to how you were feeling. 

“Lucky guy or lucky girl?” Karen edged. “It’s- It’s really nothing guys. My boyfriend and I were just long distance for a while and he’s come to visit me, that’s all.” 

Foggy and Karen shared a look of knowing with one another before both finally dropped the subject. The day went on much better, except for the fact that Matt could sense the tension that wouldn’t leave you alone the rest of the entire day. 

The next week went by in a similar manner, he didn’t smell any smoke on you and instead that cologne would stick to you. 

To be quite frank, he didn’t know which one was a worse scent to be greeted with. The smell of another man on you, making it very clear to Matt that you were off limits, or the smell of cigarettes, a mark on how you’re killing your body consciously. 

Either way, one new thing that he noticed was how much more lethargic you were slowly becoming. How your irritation seemed to grow by the day. 

But, it wasn’t his business. 

He was simply your co-worker who had no business in your personal or love life. And if he wants to rid of his feelings for you he must keep that distance. 

Even if it aches him inside every time he can’t just step in and ask you what’s wrong. 

It isn’t his business. 

But then one day, one funny day when both Foggy and Karen got the flu, you came in smelling much stronger of smoke. 

It was still clear that you were trying to hide it, the way he could tell you tried to scrub your skin clean from the smoke and how painful your teeth must be from the harshness of your teeth brushing. Or the way you tried to layer so many spritzes of perfume it was almost headache-inducing. 

But it was still there, strong and unrelenting. 

It wasn’t his business. He tried to remind himself. 

He couldn’t help but make it his business when he heard you talk on the phone with a client. Your voice was so audibly raw and slightly nasally that it worried him. It was as if you had been screaming and crying all night. The average person would be able to rule it out to a fun night with your partner after a long-distance relationship. 

Yet, Matt Murdock was not the average person, and with the way you practically cowered when the client slightly raised his voice at you or how you were extra obedient with everything. Trying to be more quiet than usual today, he was worried. 

But, it wasn’t his business. He needed to create the distance. 

That all came crashing down when one night as he was out daredevilling, something inside of him told him to go back to the firm. He tried to ignore it at first, knowing there were more crime-ridden areas in Hell’s Kitchen that needed his help, but for some reason, his instinct kept pulling him there. 

Something loud in his ears was telling him he needed to rescue something there that meant more to him than anything else right now. 

Finally, he caved in. As he perched himself on the rooftop of his firm, Matt listened closely. 

What was it that needed his attention so much here, there’s nothing going on. Not even a petty robbery-

Then he heard it. 

The soft sniffs and hiccups. The strong smell of cigarettes. The salty taste of tears in the air. Someone was crying inside the office. 

That someone was you. 

At that moment, he used every one of his senses to close in towards you. He wished he could just waltz in using his daredevil suit and hug you, but he hasn’t told you and wasn’t planning to. He can’t just do that. 

But as he listened in for a longer period of time, he noticed you’d finished one cigarette and started to light another one. Your hands were shaking as you lit the fresh stick. Your hair stuck against your face as you cried more and more. The cold ground felt like a wake-up call towards your pathetic state, one you chose to ignore. 

He heard the way your cries began to become more and more exasperated. As if you’re waiting for something to happen, anything at all, anything that could bring you back to earth, bring you back to the ground. Whether that thing was just running out of cigarettes to smoke, or accidentally lighting your hair on fire. Matt couldn’t take it anymore. 

He decided that he would change out of his suit in his apartment and come back. If you were still in such a state when he came back, he’ll take it as a sign to make it his business. If you weren’t, he’ll pretend nothing happened. 

And would you look at that, just as he snuck back into his side of the office, you were still there. On your third stick this time. At this rate, he was quickly getting more and more worried for your health. How was it you could burn through this many cigarettes in such a small amount of time? 

“Hello?” He called out from his office, pretending to have fallen asleep while working and now was waken up by the noise. 

He heard you immediately shuffle in panic, trying your hardest to throw away every and any evidence of you smoking in the office. In the confusion, you had accidentally burned yourself from the ash of your cigarette. 

“Shit!” That was the wake-up call you needed. The pain felt addictive. The same way that the burn on your tongue and lips was. 

It felt as though you deserved it. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Matt, realising the mental state you were in, quickly rushed over towards you. Ignoring the way his throat and nose burned at the amount of smoke in the air that was made worst by his senses. 

The embarrassment crept over you in such quick succession that you couldn’t even fathom what was happening. Your hands were quick to cover your tear-stained face as Matt got closer. 

“What are you doing here? Didn’t know you were such a workaholic.” A bold-faced lie that you tried to turn into a joke. Something to lighten the atmosphere, something to take the attention away from you. Something to stop the most attractive man you’ve ever seen ‘looking’ at you with what you suspected to be disgust. 

But when he pulled you in his embrace, that’s when everything shattered. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even ask why you were smoking, and didn’t even reprimand you for smoking within the office. All he did was hold you close towards him and let you cry. So you did, you cried and cried into his chest. 

You knew the smell of cigarettes was probably sticking to his suit and a part of you tried desperately to push him away. But Matt, oddly strong, held you close against him. Unrelenting in the way you refused to let him see you in such a disgraceful manner. 

Though, as you slowly calmed down, you slowly sank to the ground. The cold flooring brought you back to real life and Matt followed you down. 

The tears at this point have stopped. But the disgust and embarrassment at yourself only grew. The resentment of your own state grew within your heart. One Matt could sense. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He whispered. 

Truth be told, Matt didn’t expect you to say anything that day. Nothing at all, after all, you were much closer to Karen and Foggy than you were with him. With, him needing to make space between the two of you, things going on. 

But that night, you spilt everything you had to him on a silver platter. Simply waiting for him to burn it all to bits. To call you disgusting, to call you a disgusting reflection of the firm and fire you. But Matt didn’t. He listened. 

That night, Matt listened to everything you gave him. 

Every hard truth, every harsh reality, every smoke-filled detail of your past. He swallowed it. 

That night, you confessed everything to the man who could easily rip you of your source of income. You told him about your addiction towards cigarettes when you were younger and were easily influenced by other people. How you stopped after you met the man you thought you were going to marry. 

You expressed to Matt how in love you were a few years ago, but when he wanted to work on his masters and you moved to Hell’s Kitchen to work with the infamous Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson. The two of you had to go long distance, something that put quite a rift in your relationship. 

Especially because of his lack of trust towards you. He hated cigarettes, hated everything and anyone that came in contact with it. And he didn’t trust you weren’t using this opportunity to go right back to your addiction. 

The stress of it all would only double when right before he would arrive at Hell’s Kitchen he called you telling you he’s going to turn your apartment upside down to try and find any cigarettes. 

The anxiety and shame of not being trusted by the man you wanted to spend your entire life with were sobering. Something you didn’t want to feel, and so, that day was the first time after 3 years of being clean that you smoked. 

That was the day he first smelled smoke sticking to your skin, though he didn’t say it out loud. 

The second time was right after you had an argument with him, he had called you a liar and a disgusting addict when he found an ashtray with some ash in it on your fire escape. You refused to admit that it was yours and he had blown up in your face. Leading to a night of screaming and crying. 

All of it would come to its climax when he found a box of cigarettes under the bed just hours before Matt found you crying in the office. 

The screaming and the arguments that ensued went past simply worrying for your health and divulged into insulting your very being. The words tasted much more bitter against your tongue than your cigarette as you repeated what he said to you to Matt. The way he insulted the way you were brought up, the way he insulted your less fortunate childhood, the way he insulted your commitment to the relationship. 

As if it wasn’t his distrust and insults that first caused you to break your clean streak. 

That night, your boyfriend, turned into an ex-boyfriend as he left the apartment with his suitcase packed. Insults streamed from his mouth like water in a river all the way as he left. 

Matt clenched his fists that night as he heard the way your ex-boyfriend treated you. 

But that night, his anger would have to be calmed, as you were more important. 

That night, he took the box of cigarettes from your hand and promptly threw it away. That night, he opened the window and talked to you. All night long, he took it as a mission to save your heart. It was worth more than the people he could save as daredevil anyways. 

~

“This is really good champagne.” You hummed at Matt as he chuckled at your bright smile from tasting the bubbly alcohol. 

“Oh definitely, I’m not surprised though. The host is loaded.” Foggy next to you mentioned. “It’s getting pretty stuffy though,” Karen remarked. 

Something the three of you could agree on. 

Ever since that night, Matt had helped you stay clean. And ever since that night, Matt showed you how someone that truly loved you could never see you in a disgusted manner only because of your little problem. 

He showed you what love could do. And he showed you what you deserved. 

So, as you linked your arm with Matt’s you spoke, “Wanna take a breather outside?” It didn’t take long before all of you were on the patio of the host’s home. 

All four of you were invited to a charity gala that was aimed to bring money to Hell’s Kitchen, being lawyers who defended Hell’s Kitchen’s poorest and ones that have gained quite the reputation. The four of you were placed at the top of the guest list. 

As Foggy and Karen wandered somewhere in the garden, Matt spoke to you. “How you feeling?” 

“Good actually, I’ve never been around this many rich and glamorous people. It’s making me slightly anxious to mess up.” 

Matt smiled at your tendency to overthink at what people would think of you, no doubt caused by the residual effects of your ex-boyfriend’s distrust towards your actions. 

“Don’t worry about it, everyone we’ve talked to likes you. I would know.” He nudged your side. “Yeah, like how you know I smoked that day?” You rolled your eyes at the memory of finding out that Matt had been acutely aware of your smoking habits even before your breakdown in the office that night. 

“I’m still really awed by your ‘powers,’ you ever going to join the Avengers, boss?” You teased him. Something that has only become more and more relentless after he showed his secret other life to you. 

“You are so annoying.” he joked, “Yeah, but you love me.” 

“I do love-” 

“Shit, I didn’t realise anyone was here! Sorry about that, I was just going out for a smoke.” From behind the patio entrance, a guest came out with her beautiful outfit and leaned on the bannister. 

From her purse, she took out a cigarette before lighting it on her lips. Your eyes stared straight at her gloved hands. You hadn’t touched or seen a cigarette in almost a year now. But now coming in such close contact with it, your hand began to shake. 

“Oh sorry, I forgot,” Matt sighed in relief when the woman seemed to realise she forgot to ask the two people there if they minded her smoking. Something he would quickly answer in a polite manner that they do mind. But instead, she said something he desperately wished she didn’t. 

“I forgot to offer you any, would you like one?” His heart stopped in his chest. 

In a single moment, everything focused towards you. The way your grasp tightened on his arm, the way you placed your other hand on the bannister to not make it obvious that it was clearly shaking. 

Time seemed to stop for a moment, here a decorated woman stood, offering you, a newly clean addict, a cigarette. It must be one of those expensive ones, the ones that don’t leave a bitter residue on your tongue. The one that almost has a sweet taste by the end of the stick. You wondered how it would taste. 

You missed the warmth some days. Missed the way it would fill your body with regret but relief. So many good memories of your teenage years were filled with the smell and warmth of smoke. It wouldn’t hurt to just accept one. 

After all, this could be a bonding moment between you and a very rich woman. Someone that would increase the status of the office and would make your connections grow. 

Deep inside, you know these were all just excuses you were trying to make so that it would justify your choice of taking the cigarette. 

But, “No thank you, I don’t smoke.” The woman nodded and went back to looking out to the garden whilst smoking. 

Perhaps the smoke once did fill your body with regret and relief, not to mention all the warmth. But now, you had Matt to make you feel warm late at night when the cold and chill of Hell’s Kitchen would bite your skin. His warm body against yours felt better than any regret that would be brought by smoke. 

And perhaps many good memories from your teenage days were filled with cigarettes and bad decisions. But now you had the opportunity to make more good memories with people with the best intentions. If you kept poisoning your body, you wouldn’t be able to be in the midst of rich people feeling happily out of place with your amazing superhero partner. 

And as Matt led you back in towards the gala, he held your body much closer against his this time. Holding both your hands from behind you, feeling the cold sweat from your skin. When he leaned down to speak those words to you, you’ve never felt happier for your strength and restraint. 

“I wouldn’t have been mad if you taken up the offer, but,” he paused. 

“I’m glad that you didn’t. I’m proud of you.” 

Please don't smoke, it's not even that good.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil x reader #daredevil #mcu #charlie cox #matt murdock x you #daredevil x you #matt murdock fluff

[bbiemochi]

hihi! I just came across your blog and it's really cute!! <3 may I request shu itsuki with a gf that has anxiety? like how would he deal with it or try to help? (does that make sense?) tysm in advance and I hope you have a lovely day/night ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 | shu itsuki x reader

[an]: hello there, beautiful! i hope u didn’t wait long~! was kinda relieved when your request came up next XD anyways, tysm for requesting, lovely~! please do enjoy <33

summary: like the hands of any lover would, shu wraps his arms around you in a tight hug as the world felt like disappearing before you both…

pairing: shu itsuki x fem!reader

genre: slight angst, fluff at the end !

warning: anxiety attacks

the feeling that anguishes you over like a flood has once again returned to drown you in complete cold miserly…

shu has took quick notice for this. his eyes has always been set upon your figure like a doll that was bound to fall from the highest shelf, making sure that he’ll catch you in time within his weary arms. the leader of arts too was familiar with the feeling you sorrow from. the agonizing rush of anxiety that flees you over and keeps you distracted by your thoughts.

it was supposed to be a normal day for your date. though how did this hit to you just now? it was perfectly fine at the beginning, like a cold breeze from a sun that shined above the heavens—yet sooner or later, a thunderstorm erupts. you had hard time controlling your emotions when the stares of others land on you like they know every little detail about your personal life.

strangers liked to barge on other people’s business whether they were famous or not. thus why shu disliked comments from his previous concerts and such, he didn’t care if it was fan or not, he hated comments. shu was used to dealing with feelings like these to himself, in fact he didn’t need to worry much about it at all, since he had his own ways of calming himself down. but for you? shu had been dazzling over you for a long time, first a producer in yumenosaki along with anzu as your closest friend to becoming a friendly acquaintance to him and mika. nevertheless, it didn’t take long when shu realizes his fascination over you. it was both his idol partner and kiryu who had helped him out over this ‘distress’ he was feeling whenever he’d see you pass by.

took long for you two to begin dating.

as the relationship progressed like a thread rolling down from a sewing box, shu had soon learned about your discomfort for the gazes of others. he won’t decline—he too had the same feeling. every moment he stepped onto the stage after what happened back during his high school days, the small trauma still lingered onto his skin like a permanent mark. shu knows exactly how you felt, since that feeling that flows through your body like blood had always been stuck to him ever since he was little. and if he were honest, he would rather be struck by a string and become the gods’ personal marionette rather than seeing you, his beloved, in meaningless pain.

with your hands intertwining with him, mouth on his, shu promises between the small wet kisses, that he will make sure your comfort is always present.

the date you two headed out was to a local small theater in which shu finds dazzling to watch during his rest day from idol activities. mika went out to hang out with his best friend, arashi, so shu thought that this would be a splendid opportunity to take you out as well in such a lovely day. the clouds were cast up in the air, looking like the softest cotton candy hanged by trees in the heavens that opened their gates. his outfit, check. looking exquisite as ever before heading out to meet you in your designed spot. shu was a little nervous about this date, yet he knows that’s whenever he’s with you he can calm his composure down in a silent trails of a tranquil atmosphere.

you were there when he arrived. his face shifts into a smile upon landing on your gorgeous figure. beautiful as always. like a doll with no strings attached—he swore that shu hoped you would let him dress you up. not like he was complaining about your sense in fashion, shu wished for you both to have matching outfits sometimes when going on dates—though he’s just too embarrassed to tell you he wanted to. with you smiling back like an angel spreading its wings, shu thought of a song lyric that he can use for his next project for valkyrie. good. you were just like as he thoughts; a song lyric from the most alluring melody the male had ever heard.

your presence lures him. it was like he was completely under an unknown spell that you had casted on him, permanently. not like he was complaining at all, in fact he doesn’t mind. because shu…trusts you. he doesn’t like trusting people. the only people he had ever trusted deeply in his life was mika, kiryu…and kiryu’s mother. he wasn’t the type to spill out about his personal life. yet to you he feel like he could rant out everything. and in exchange, he would love to know more about you. his beloved.

back to the present. your beam waves at him, and he waves back. “sorry, did you wait too long? i had to find a cab that i could ride to bring him here but this road looks completely packed with cars, buses and other transportation. it makes me a little angry.” he spoke to you, nonchalantly. you shook your head, “no it’s good…! i didn’t wait long, i only arrived here a minute ago. and i agree, i heard that there’s going to be a new construction project at the end of the road from there to here, so i won’t be surprised if a traffic happens.”

“predictable. as long as their smelly gas smoke doesn’t ruin any part of my figure then that’ll be alright,” shu replies, and you laughed. he wasn’t even joking around, but your boyfriend can be funny from time to time. as he took a grasp of your hand, shu looks at you with a faint grin—looking more like the shu itsuki than you ever knew. “now, shall we take our leave? the opera’s about to begin soon.”

“o-oh…! sure…” your grip around his palm tightened. you were sure you used the right lotion and moisturizer for your hands to make it soft and not sweat far too much—just in case something like this happens~

the both of you headed off straight where the theatre would be showing in about an hour. you two were still early for the show, so you scrolled around the area for a while to take a good look at small stores, stalls, and such that had wiped your attention towards to. there was even a doll shop that shu finds interesting to visit (of course). he wasn’t carrying mademoiselle at the moment, so there was this instinct inside you that tells there’s a hundred percent chance shu would go absolutely awe at this shop. and your prediction was correct. this was very likely to happen anyways.

a few more minutes until the theatre begins at the day. you and shu found a nearby bus to take a ride at on your way to the targeted destination, and throughout the ride did you both chatted a lot. shu never took his eyes off you, nor did you take your eyes off him. it was a balanced love fortune that had stumbled you two together. however, there’s no such thing as a perfect relationship. a flaw must be erupted out of nowhere that may wreck it somehow. and as for someone like shu who is known throughout the idol industry as the leader of valkyrie, the main weapon of wreckage is their rumoring.

during your ride at the bus while shu was busy talking to you, chatter about the recent events that occurred early in the morning—you could hear whispers from behind of your seat. and not just behind, yet also at the front and sides. that’s when it hit you. the rush of the feeling you never ever wanted to feel when going out…although you just couldn’t help it. it was difficult to control these…types of emotions that you’re used to feeling all the time. you could feel everyone’s eyes on the bus watching you, and you gulped a lump down your throat, sheepishly. was this ride going to take long? you prayed to whatever existed not to. you wanted to get out soon…or now. right now would’ve been a whole lot better just…not too long.

make it stop. god, you’re shaking. do they know who you are?

“is that shu itsuki from the ensemble square idol building?”

“yeah, from valkyrie i remember…”

“woah, it is him.”

“but wait, who’s that girl beside him? a girlfriend you think?”

“eh? i thought idols weren’t allowed to get girlfriends or have a significant other while working as an idol.”

“she looks plain, though.”

“bahaha..! hey, don’t be mean…!”

“hey we should take a pic and post it on twitter! i bet it’ll get thousands of likes considering it’s an idol…!”

“nah, we’re not that mean now, are we?”

“you’re gonna cause some trouble, hey—

“y/n? are you listening?”

you turned your head up upon hearing your beloved’s voice swoon back to your thoughts. your breath shaken a little, and shu was quick to notice this at heart. he remembers small little details like this, and it can’t help but make your heart beat faster than before. “hey are you alright?”

“y-yeah…! sorry, just…got taken back a little there…” you erupted, and your pressure on the grip of his hand tightened. shu knows you were shaking and…feeling anxious at the moment. after all, you two are in a public bus, what was he supposed to expect? reassuringly, your boyfriend rubs his thumb on your palm along with a kiss on your forehead—calming you down as the chatter from behind stopped and stayed dead silent, the noises of the bus’ engine running being the only sound audible.

you looked over to shu who looked at the window, still rubbing your hand in a soft manner. “ignore them…” he whispers, and your eyes went wide a little. so he did heard them, figures. not surprising. he didn’t even dare to look you in the eye, you bet his face was red. though you didn’t mind if he looked away, he was already adorable at the state like this. flustered and…all of it, he was cute like this nonetheless.

there was silence between you both. but the atmosphere was indeed romantic. you never realized at the end of your date, you both never let go at one another. nor did you feel anxious anymore throughout the trip. beneath the lamppost that shined like the brightest night, shu kisses you with the best passionate aura given off to him. and let’s just say you stayed at his place for the night.

shu itsuki really is a caring person. despite everything’s that has happened to him.

a/n: sorry if this was short i’m really in a hurry to finish all my request! ToT but i hope you liked it, anon!

requests: closed :((

#lucy works 🍕💗 #lucy’s works 📚✨ #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #shu itsuki #itsuki shu #shu itsuki x reader #💌. lucyanswers

[colorisbyshe]

👀 so did you isten to any good and new music in april

i was gonna hold off and wait until jessie ware's album released tonight to make this post but i THINK im gonna want to do a mini live-blog of that album and this post is already massive enough as is sooo

April Faves!

Newly Released:

"High Life" by Bloc Party. Fun vibes. Very relaxed and I think is quite great for the warmer weather and driving with the windows down. Great riffs in this song.

"Dead Wood" by Enter Shikari. Enter Shikari is a weird band for me because I was SUUUPER into their original demos that you could download off like... mypace? And then I forgot they existed. Until this album? So that's CRAZY that they're still here it's been 15 years since I cared about them. Anyways, this song is like... kinda theatrical and WEIRD but not in a theatrical way. It has a bunch of string instruments and a sense of foreboding, I like it. One of the more "for beginners" track on a fairly experimental album. Need to listen to the album more cause I'm unsure if this is my favorite. "Bloodshot" is a great combo of more high speed electronic influences crashing their more hardcore influences. Dubstep energy without the dubstep.

"Be the One" by Bree Runway and Khalid. Radio friendly song of the summer. Vocal chemistry off the charts. Just sweet and soothing.

"GLBTM (Studio Outtakes)" by Daft Punk. Made me cry. I miss Daft Punk so fucking much. Beautiful instrumental.

"冷たい風 (30 Universe Ver)" by Penicillin. Jrock, if you couldn't tell by the Japanese title. It's okay if you don't like listening to non-English music but plEASE listen to the guitar shredding at ~2:27.

"Angel" by Shygirl and Fatima Al Qadiri. ETHEREAL AND HAUNTING.

"Coup" by Frost Children. Earlier, I made a post about how my music taste is getting worse... this album and this song inspired that post. The Medic Droid meets 100 Gecs. Just stupid electronic music it's EMBARRASSING. "Angel's Thoughts" is also an electro banger.

Choosing a song off the new Buck-Tick album is hard. It's all a banger to me but I suppose I really love Namonaki Watashi and the contrast between the way the instrumental feeling like it's sparkling and the strong emphasis of his vocals. Scarecrow is also great, just has a nice intensity throughout the whole thing.

"Midnight Dreams" by Ellie Goulding. Putting out a disco-inspired dance album in the same month as Jessie Ware was BRAVE but I think this album is pretty refreshing. It's just extremely proficient at being... a dance album Ellie Goulding would make, y'unno?

"I'll Remember for Me, I'll Remember for You" by Yaeji. An odd choice from this album, since it's more an interlude than a full song. But I just love that it's this moment of calm on an experimental, erratic and yet there's a creeping sense of... wariness over it all.

"D N D" by Apink. The only Kpop on the list so far?? Grown women showing off vocals while feeling like cotton candy.

"Vinglevingle" by Heize. More kpop except it has more a 2010s eurodance vibe but like... matured.

Came out 3/30 but that is April to me. "Zodiac Killa" by Jean Deaux. This is the type of song to play during a montage of a woman driving across the country, running over men, stopping to ransack jewelry stores, before reuniting with her lover, another woman on horseback.

Honorary Mentions:

"Say it to Me" by Otto Knows. It's a dance track. You know how it is.

"She Don't Mind" by Karencici. I could see Tinashe doing this song except it's largely in mandarin, so like... if Tinashe could sing in mandarin. Talking about Tinashe, it's not her best track, but "Who's Taking You Home" with Kyle is solid enough and also from this month.

"Isumad (Lakim Remix)" by Cookiee Kawaii. I liked this entire album but I choose this one just for having a run time over 3 minutes, a rarity for her! Funky remix. Another take on a nostalgia sound but modernized perfectly.

De De Mouse put out multiple releases, they're good. Check out De De Mouse in generic if you want like... annime OPs/EDs ramped up by funk and other more experimental influences.

Technically came out 3/31 but WHATEVER. "Vampire" by Kvi Baba, the Trigun Stampede OP guy.

Not Released in April:

"Writhe" by Daine. 100 gecs but more emo.

"Over You" by Daddy DJ. Sorry... Daddy DJ really is just like... comfort music at this point. Peak 2000s dance music.

"Mercurial" by Silica Gel, a korean rock band. Love the vocal effect for this song. Just love the resonating nature.

"Wings of Time" by Tame Impala, the song they did for Dungeons and Dragons. Throwback roooooock sound. Blare it with the windows down while driving past a beach at sunset. Trust me it's a vibe.

Revisited a looot of Utada this month. "Michi" remains a bop that stuck with me this month. Just good, mature jpop. Not alone not alone not alone!

Rest in Peace Ryuichi Sakamato. There's many songs to really attribute to such an influential figure but sometimes all you need is a straightforward song like Rain.

"Broken Mirror" by Boom Boom Satelittes is some Jrock tha tFUCKS

[majicmarker]

x. // eddie x chrissy // regular life au // three-shot

He’s tattered jeans and a ragged leather jacket, all worn-down denim and nicotine-stained fingers, callused by guitar strings and not-really-caring.

And Chrissy, she’s…

She’s perfume that makes his sweet tooth ache, he’s not sure what, exactly — vanilla, almond, cake batter? — but it’s thick and sugar-sweet and he wants to lick it off his fingers. Shimmery pink mouth like the sheen of cream soda. Soft, she’s soft — her hair, her smiles, the way she walks, soft but she stays on his mind all the time, soft and sticky like cotton candy, and he —

Fuck. He’s kinda drunk, huh?

(Eddie and Chrissy slip away from a house party, because that’s more fun than beer pong.)

chap 1: school (complete)

chap 2: party (wip)

chap 3: home (wip)

for @littlelindentree and @ghost-of-bambi (+ @harritudur bc your art is out here makin’ me Feel Things)

part 1: ridin’ tonight to see my sugar girl

part 2: wanna be your romeo

#eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddissy fic #hellcheer #kattyshack fic

[lamafuntrolls]

(so i got this Idea for a mini story,it happend after Barb attacks techno reef,but the modèle between the attack and Poppy song is a bit like the costum trolls world tour story out their)

______________________________

Trollex pov

I got blast again into the Current,i saw Barb take the string from bdb back,and trough him away like it trash!how date she!

I then saw some rock trolls take m'y techno trolls and trough him in cages,even hurting Them When When they didn't want too.

I felt tears Come down my face,When i hear some crying from the current,i looked up and saw tad their too,hé must have let go off His parents.

I grabbed him quickly and Hugged him close,i tried rassuring him When i Suddenly saw a Hole Bunch of Turtles coming our way!

I When pass some whit tad Huggins me close ,then one hot me in the stomach whit their fin,i curled Up in pain while the Little techno troll Hugged me tighter in fear.

We finally got out of the Bunch of Turtles,but the Current was getting stronger,i hugged tad(i keep almos calling him coral),i calmer down a bit thinking i might manage to get out.

I lost hope after 40 minutes of fighting the Current,i looked up to see a Bunch of rocks,i pass Them but almos lost grib off tad,i grabbed him quickly but When i look Up i saw i was going into a huge rock.

I curled around tad to protect him,i then got bit ard un the head,i When unconcious while tad tried Waking me Up.

_____at the beach_____

Poppy pov

Me and Branch were walking on the beach,hé was caring a Piknic basquet,and i was caring the blancket,i kinda find it weird for a Friend Piknic like hé Said,but i was fine whit it.

We fine a place close to a big rock,and we instal the picnick (i cant Writer Picnic)and ,to be honost,it was quiet and awkward.

We decided to go for a walk When we were done eathing,we passed the big rock and i saw from affart a green and big Blue dot.

Poppy :Branch,what that over their

Branch:i dont now,but it might ne dangerous...

Poppy :ohh let go check!

I ran to the dots and while Branch was caling me,When i got a closer i saw some strange trolls whit mermaid fins.

I came closer and touches their squelly skins,the green one looked like a small baby,hé was asleep and not injured,the big blue one whit rainbow arms and green hair was unconcious and was badly hurt.

Branch came closer to me but When hé saw Them,hé did the same thing as me.

Poppy :Branch what are does

Branch :i dont now,but i should bring Them to the village

Poppy :i Will instal a pool,i bring the small one u bring the big one

I picked Up the green Little baby and When to the village,some trolls unstaled the pool and we put Them in.

Branch treated the big Blue one,and we still looked at the small one,while m'y best Friend looked at Them to LEARN more i waited in the small pool for Them to wake Up

_________________________

No one pov

Tad was the first one to wake Up ,hé looked around and saw a Pink troll and a Blue Frey one,hé panicked and Hugged trollex, Poppy came close to Him and try rassuring him.

Poppy then offered him cotton candy ,hé took it and looked at it,hé took a small vite and fell on love whit it.

He ate it all and put is tiny hands Up for him,Poppy gave him more,wich seemed to occupied him.

Trollex pov

I could Hear tad giggling and other trolls around,i didn't want to wake Up since m'y head was hurting really bad,but i wanted to make sure tad was ok.

I slowly open m'y eyes that meat whit a bright light,i got Up and looked around,i saw a Pink and grey Blue troll ,i panicked and picked tad Up.

I backed away When i saw how small the pool is,i hugged tad close while the two Strange trolls came closer.

Poppy :hey it ok Bussy we wont hurt u

Tad got put m'y arms and Hugged Poppy ,i wasn't sure what was going on,but if hé tristes Them,i guess i could.

Poppy :im Queen poppy,this is Branch

Trollex:i..im trollex

Tad Waved His arm in front of poppys face again,and poppy gave him cotton candy.i réalisé i was kinda Hungry too ,but didn't really bother When i saw the bandages on me.

I try pulling Them off,but Branch stopped me

Branch :dont pull Them off,or else it wont heal

Trollex :then,what happend...why are we here....

Branch:we found u on the d'hôte,not sure how u got here ,mayby u can explain

Trollex :well....

Poppy then came over whit a plate of cupcake,she told me i should probrably eat since i looked Hungry,i took the Strange food,and Lick it.

I ate the Hole thing in 10 seconds,then tad came to me and fall asleep,i just had explained how we got here,the memory of Barb attacking and the Current made me stick.

Poppy dad dragged a small group into a strange place,Poppy told us to reste un the pool,well,i should since tad already was.

I Closed m'y eyes and ignorés the wisperd of the pop trolls around,my head still hurt and all the évent that passed didn't help,i fisnish by dozing off,hopping it Will get bether....

I hope....

#Mini story #trolls 3 #fanfic #fanart #trollex #branch #queen barb #king trollex #trolls #queen poppy #poppy #Trolls world tour

[ransprang]

Finally got the energy for the valentine's day event so here we go: Could I get Tamaki Amajiki from BNHA? I'm smug, sarcastic and lowkey lewd; I go by she/her; I'm 5"2 (or 1m59 if y'all are Europeans), with short dyed red hair rn and bright yellow glasses; my favorite trope is mutual pining (if this works for the event); my ideal kinda date would be to an amusement park and my love language like all of them but especially physical touches and words of affirmation or whatever it's called

Thanks bye!

Valentine's Amusement Park Date with Tamaki

600 followers event

- You had invited Tamaki out to a nearby amusement, which just so happened to be on Valentine's Day. Totally not like you planned for this coincidence or anything. You had been interested in Tamaki for the longest time now. You figured maybe you could make some moves on him today and finally win his heart over!

- For the first few hours you both had gone on a few roller coaster rides and gotten some food like corn dogs and cotton candy.

- You decide to end the night by taking him to a ferris wheel. Once at the top the city lights reflect off of his eyes and he looks so good

- "Wow it’s gorgeous up here. Today was really fun thanks for hanging out with me", he looks at you with a small shy smile

- "Yea but not as gorgeous as you", you say and slap a hand over your mouth. Oh god you really just said that huh

- Of course Tamaki had an insane blush. Poor boy looked like he was gonna pass out

- Fuck you made it so awkward and you guys are stuck up here for another 30 minutes

- "Uh uhm you’re gorgeous too y/n.. " Tamaki whispered scratching his cheek

- In the spur of the moment you grab him by his shirt and plant a warm kiss on his lips. Not expecting it in a million years he doesn’t kiss back for a few seconds completely frozen

- Feeling confident and also just wanting to see his reaction you grab his ass and he squeaks. Chuckling slightly at his cute reaction you slip your tongue in.

- After what felt like a million years you both pulled apart with a string of saliva connecting your lips. Taking some deep breaths Tamaki only managed to say "Wow"

- Wanting to see how much you could push him tonight you said, "Yea wait till you see the other things I'll do with you"

- Ensue his deep blush and stutters of "W-what do you m-mean y/n?"

- Needless to say you guys had a great time afterwards <3

yours gorgeously,

admin sar

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha imagines #mha imagines #mha x gender neutral reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki x reader #amajiki x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #mha fanfiction #bnha imagine

[sugar-petals]

So Caro how do you like "butter"?? 😳🤔

i’ll be cranking out my media major, let's review butter stylistically. ✍️ in four aspects — sonically, visually, lyrically, and concept-wise.

sonically: 9/10. here’s an interesting comparison i found, this can be calculated by looking at the stats of a musical piece. if you want to do harmonic mixing with another bts song, seesaw (!) is the most similar to it. with the exception that it’s written in f minor but other than that, the bpm/energy/danceability is uncanny. mindboggling. in other words, two bts songs can have the same anatomy and be entirely different worlds. that’s seriously hard to pull off. talking genre, recalling that namjoon said it's a "super retro disco pop new age acoustic ballad", that description is right on 😂it gets very daft punk after 1:38, groovy, the production is quite proper. especially in the second half, it’s a firework and all transitions VERY well. what i liked less, the voices are quite meddled with and as last time, the pitch gets higher and higher so the baritones need more pressure on the voice to be heard (i salute taehyung, my mezzo would be breaking apart). it’s a miracle that rapline can handle these songs. they put a heavier bassline under yoongi’s and rm’s bars, and separated hoseok toward the end since his tone is higher so, i hear you, someone knows what they’re doing. as for the tenors, looking forward to the live rendition of the mixed register bits and the vocal runs. bts are stable like that and jk’s timbre carries the song effortlessly (as is everyone’s great english pronunciation, these guys work so hard) so they wouldn't need autotune, figure it's been added for artistic effect, the retro vibes. a bonus on the other hand, jin getting his lines, hell yes, the spotlight for him. and the arrangement of their parts in general is quite ingeniously done, that looks like the workings of namjoon’s giant brain.

visually: 9/10. the dancebreak being the highlight — this is the sexiest thing i've ever seen — we get to see some really fancy moves from everybody and the hairstyles are quite a feast. jimin and jk have been much-talked-about so i'll emphasize the extravagance of hobi's 2013 MAMA g-dragonesque neon yellow here. he’s the smooth like butter guy they’re talking about indeed, butter hair, butter attitude, butter on his plat! 😂it’s seriously good thinking to have one member embody the concept with a color so, pretty clever. making him stand out as the ending fairy and then blending in the butter logo is equally smart. they wanted to catch our eye, they achieved it. the couture: yep, fashion youtube will have a good time going through all the outfits. from tae's chanel earrings, jin’s skirt, to white suits to jackets over the shoulder. very stylish. someone put a lot of thought into it, and i'm a sucker for some gnc undertones so very cool stuff. the only (very trivial) minus i noticed, a lot of the tailoring does not exactl fit the boys’ bodies to a t, see jungkook’s or jin’s sleeves, though you can’t expect bts to have a tailor come in and fix so many outfits with so many comebacks at once. the dance, it's a compilation of many classic bts moves. i feel like it could be tiny bit more distinguished with a whopping new complex signature formation that bts is famous for in creating, then again the full dance practice isn't out and the head nodding part is quite a visual anchor. also: i noticed they put yoongi in front row a lot. someone’s shoulder is finally better again, we can prepare for some good stuff.

lyrically: 4/10. the song fulfills its function, it creates the mood, but i’m hard to please in that regard as mentioned before. why: time and again i realize that yoongi, rm, and pdogg spoil us with comforting or on-fire lyrics that hit home and are on brand. same idea as in dynamite here, we're hit with a lotta english catchphrases that we usually wouldn't hear from bangtan. it's party mode, it's the summer hit kinda writing, so yeah it does what it’s supposed to do anyway and anybody can sing along. it’s catchy and solid for sure. the 'smooth criminal/superstar/heartbreaker' idea is carried through as a red string so thematically, it's coherent at least. a lot of lines are downright hilarious with random analogies and i don't know if the writers are serious or not. they could go all the way to make it clearer that humor and braggadocio is the concept here, exaggerate it even more. you can’t always tell if it’s a parody of a ‘yeah i’m the man you all fall for me’ sentiment or if it’s 100% business. in some parts of the song it works, in others it makes less sense. where i’ve seen bts execute this well with their own writing is converse high, that’s the bar. it’s also a personal lesson for me since i write crack often, butter tells you where to put the punchlines and where to keep it neutral. a lot of it is all over the place. on the other hand, it fits right on the beat. and perfectly executed pop so i'm a bit torn. i like the ‘got that heat’ part they gave jimin. 'side step right left to my beat' is a good chorus entry as well. making light of it, every lyric works as a witty gif or tweet tagline and we'll be circulating these phrases to eternity. every line works as a good comeback in any situation of life. yoongi's verse legit made me giggle. TLDR: the lyrics are partially confusing but they blend with the music well. 

conceptually: 8/10. hit the bell for that black and white intro, that was a good idea, same with the latest teaser. and: range, darling. only in a bts video could a cotton candy jimin go from a mugshot to being the president to a basket ball court hero to going full saturday night fever to flexing his legs in less than three minutes. jokes aside: it all fits in the universe of boy with luv and dynamite so points for consistency. bts's directors have outlined a new style for sure. the worldbuilding could go even deeper, but lumpens did a good job giving us many different eye candy serves and an innovative theme that hasn’t been tackled before, k-pop and pancakes why not! there are less actual film sets (and the difference shows, e.g. in Fire or Daechwita it really gave it some oomph), but it's not really needed. butter has no requirement for an agust d-ish plotline with historical buildings and the members' looks are in the center of attention. then again, i like those details of hoseok sitting in a retro apartment at the end — cozy, i love — with a radio. once again, they could exaggerate the vintage even more, it wouldn’t take away from the idea and visuals. i wish they would’ve expanded even more on the melting butter aesthetic shots as well, although it’s neatly tied into the song so it makes sense. the lyrics really have been blended with the choreograpy theme (the side step as a central move) so i’m thinking the art direction and choreographer had quite an in-depth discussion how to create a bigger picture. as for my weakness: cuteness melts me like butter, extra points for jungkook and yoongi being adorable in their seats.

#bts #butter #butter review #bts meta #bts comeback #bangtan #butter era

[vivian24l]

DamiraeWeek2021

Day Three: Vacation

Prepping For Camp

Damian threw a flashlight into his bag. He looked around, thinking of what else to bring.

Kori insisted that they take the weekend off. “It will be a great team bonding experience!” she had said.

He had gone camping before. However, he’s never camped just for the fun of sleeping outdoors. Then again, when you’re with the League of Assassins, nothing you do is for fun.

“Knock, knock.”

Damian didn’t need to look up to know who it is. “What is it?” he asked.

Raven looked at him skeptically. “You’re not bringing that with you,” she said, pointing to his katana, which had been properly sharpened the night before.

“Why wouldn’t I? Have you forgotten the last time we were ordered to have ‘mandatory fun’?”

The young mage’s emotionless face morphed into a slight frown. “How could I?” Her tone was colder than usual. “We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

Damian watched as she turned around and left his room. Although he didn’t show it, the ex-assassin regretted bringing up what happened at the fair as soon as the words left his mouth. He zipped up his duffel bag and headed for the door. Damian turned around once more his eyes fell upon his trusted sword. Should he bring it? No. Damian didn’t know why, but he felt obliged to listen to Raven. Besides he already packed a few switchblades.

Kori and Raven waited for the boys by the car. Kori droned on about how excited she was to go camping. Raven pretended to look interested, which was starting to become undeniably hard. Damian joined them only to listen to their leader’s loud overcheerful blabbering. By the time Garfield and Jaime arrived, the rest of the team had already seated themselves in the car.

“Hey! I wanted to sit in the front!” complained Garfield when he saw that Raven was sitting in the passenger seat.

“You should’ve been faster,” said Raven.

They drove for the next two hours before stopping at a lake. Enormous towers of pine and evergreen grew in a circle. As if they were holding the pool of water in the center.

Jaime and Garfield threw they belongings into a pile before jumping straight into the water. Kori was trying hard to set up the tent. Damian easily put it up for her.

He turned around finding Raven sitting in front of a tent. Or at least that’s what he could make out of it. The rods were put in wrong, the strings were not pegged to the ground. A small breeze would demolish that whole thing.

“I see that you are in need of some assistance,” smirked the Boy Wonder.

Raven rolled her eyes. “I don’t need help,” she declares.

He watched as Raven tried to reassemble the tent. “Have you never put up a tent before?” questioned Damian.

Raven adopted a defeated look. “I was first raised in a pacifist realm, then in hell. My father’s not exactly the family vacations type.”

Damian gently took the rods from Raven’s hands and began to put up her tent. “I was taught b the League of Assassins to put up any type of shelter when I was five.”

“Kinda young to be taught all those things don’t you think?” she grimaced. “Then again, our lives are very different from everyone else.”

When he was done, Damian joined Raven’s side. He followed her gaze up. It was beginning to get dark. The setting sun had turned the sky a beautiful shade of orange, making the clouds look like soft puffs of pink cotton candy.

He stood up. “Follow me,” he said.

Although she was curious as to where they were going, she followed him deeper into the forest. They started to hike up a hill, stopping right at the top.

“It’s a better view from up here,” said Damian.

The hill was free of tall trees. There was a clear view of the sky.

Raven sat down in a meditative position, Damian followed. She took a deep breath. “Thank you.” She turned to meet his emerald eyes, giving him a rare genuine smile.

The Boy Wonder returned her smile with one of his own. Like Raven’s his was soft and true, which was unusual.

They watched as the sun set, making the sky a dome of fire. The two birds sat there after the sun went down, now admiring the stars.

“We should probably get back,” said Raven. “I’d prefer to not worry Kori, especially on the first night.”

#damirae week 2021 #damirae #damian x raven #damian wayne #raven roth #teen titans #dc #koriand'r

[papergirllife]

Chapter 1

Synopsis:

You don’t know what it’s like to be free, to make your own choices, and live your own life. For your whole life, your parents have been treating you like a puppet on strings, controlling your life to every single detail, as well as ignoring the fact that you have feelings. Other times, when you disobey their wishes, or speak up about your own opinions, they bash you down with words, in other words, psychological abuse, has led you down the long winded road of depression and anxiety. What happens when you meet a man who’s willing to be your guide out of this terrible downpour? Would you give a shot at happily ever after?

Warnings:

big age gap (kinda?)

issues on anxiety

issues on depression (mild)

issues on parental abuse

smut (maybe)

Tag List: @etherealtyjaem​ (lmk if you wanna be on the list)

It has always been like this, being locked up in the study room so you could ‘study’ for hours end, or that’s what they think you’re doing. You studied in an elite academy with your smart cousins, only to have you graduating with average grades, which of course, earned you a harsh scolding from your parents. Now, you’re supposed to be studying business for university, even though you had zero interests in it, the subject is fine, it’s what you’re studying it for that irks you. Your family runs a business in Seoul, but from what you can see by secretly skimming through the files as well as the arguments behind shut doors with your aunts and uncles, things aren’t going as planned.

You don’t have many friends, nor a phone, they took it away from you when you wanted to go out with some friends, claiming that it’s a distraction that should be locked away. You felt like Rapunzel, locked away from the world, they don’t have any love for you, you’re quite sure they don’t, they had once slapped your face ten times when you had a boyfriend behind their backs, and you were 15 for god’s sake, along with other things that you rather not say, you don’t want to relive all those painful memories.

Sometimes you wished you could go back to the time when you were a child, when you were at your grandparents’ in the morning, her warm smile and loving eyes, when you didn’t know what laid ahead. You wish you hadn’t realised that you were being abused, you used to think what you went through was the same for other kids as well, until you talked about it with other people and scared them away from you. The painful memories sinking back in made the words in front of you blurry as you felt tears seeping in your eyes.

Depression.

It’s deemed as something ridiculous in your family, and that people who are suffering from it are weaklings and don’t deserve anything from this society.

‘Does that mean I’m weak?’

You never went to therapy nor took any medication for your mental illnesses, and recently the development of anxiety attacks are constantly putting you on edge. You have them at least once a week, sometimes you even had problem breathing, but you couldn’t tell anyone about it, nor anyone would ever listen to your cries of help.

“We’re going to help sell your uncle’s house this Saturday,” your mother said as she was folding the clothes.

“The mansion he recently bought?” you asked, confused as to why he would sell the mansion he was obsessed with just two months ago.

“Yes, he bought that without our permission back then, so now we need to sell it for funds, and you need to be there to entertain the potential buyers, give them a tour around the house and other enquiries. You have to direct them to us if you think they’re truly interested, it’s going to be an open house concept party,” cold, that’s how your mother sounded, her claims of putting family above everything else flying out of the window whenever her demands are not met.

“Okay, is there anything else?” you asked, hoping to be excused as soon as possible.

“No, you can continue your studies in the study room.”

That’s what basic communication is in your life, you tried talking about your interests, your opinions, but they either fall on deaf ears, or you would receive a lecture for having a ‘false perspective’. You’ve given up on talking to them about things that are going in on your life now, they don’t listen anyways.

The party is filled with old men with their muffin tops waddling around with a wine glass in hand and talking obnoxiously loud, obviously having too much money to go by, looking at how overly filled their bellies are.

You tried hiding away in the house, but your family kept pushing you out to talk to them. Their stares were not intimidating, no, but it made you feel uncomfortable as their gazes linger a bit too long on your legs or anywhere else, and the way they didn’t want to let go after they shook your hand, made your anxiety levels rise to the roof.

You would find random excuses to run away, like going to refill their glass or saying you need to use the loo, your heartbeat going as fast as your legs could take you away from them.

When you came back out from hiding for the 6th time, both your parents were rushing you to meet someone new.

“He’s a man of great fortune and power, so the chances of him buying this house is high. Don’t try to hide from this one, or you’ll get it when we get home,” your mother warned, her eyes side eying you with daggers.

Your mother’s threat made you sick inside, what are you to them? A scapegoat?

You weren’t paying attention to who or where was she pushing you to, but once you stopped, the man in front of you made your eyes as big as saucers.

‘How is a man like this doing here?’ you thought to yourself.

“Hello Mr Suh, we’re quite busy at the moment with other potential buyers. Why don’t we allow my daughter, Y/N, to show you around?” your mother said, her voice overly sweet, like day old cotton candy.

Once you were in front of him, your parents left. Leaving you helpless as your social anxiety kicks in, your eyes trained on his shoulder, eye contact, especially from this man, made you very nervous.

“C-can I give you a tour?’ you asked, hoping to ditch him halfway.

Johnny looks at the way your eyes avoid his, it wasn’t hard, given how tall he was, there’s just something so intriguing about you, so different from the girls that throw themselves at him with zero doubts.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Johnny,” Johnny introduced himself by bending down slightly, a friendly smile on his face, one that you can’t decipher whether he had similar intentions as those nasty old men had.

To say that the tour was horrible would’ve been an understatement, you kept stuttering under his piercing gaze, instead of looking at you like you were his next meal like other potential buyers, Johnny was genuinely listening to what you have to say. You didn’t think the house was any interesting, it was just a bunch of useless expensive things under one roof, like the movie room, the slides at the pool, the ‘mini’ bar. These things weren’t appealing to you, riches are overrated when it becomes too common, like your cousins and their different designs of Birkin bags, you weren’t exactly fond of their favourite alligator skinned ones as well.

Yet Johnny didn’t look at the cliche setting that you are currently presenting, instead his eyes are trained on yours, it wasn’t a scrutinizing gaze like the wives of those perverted men who stared down on you, nor anything that seems predatory, it only held calculation and observance. On the house? It doesn’t seem like it. On you? You can bet this whole house that he’s met women far more beautiful compared to a plain jane like you.

“T-that’s all for the tour, Mr Suh. Would you want me to direct you to my parents, if you’re interested?” you asked, hoping that you’d get to be alone again.

“Can you take me to the park nearby? I’d like to see the facilities available in this housing area,” he answered smoothly, as if he had calculated every little detail in his life.

You nodded wordlessly at his request, taking him to see the park nearby the house. It was a weird sight, having a man as tall as Johnny towering behind you.

“This is the park,” you pointed stupidly, cursing at yourself, obviously this is the park,  anyone with eyes could tell.

Johnny inhaled the breath of fresh air this area offered, his shoulders not as tensed up after. A smile decorated his handsome face as he turned towards you.

“Let’s sit.”

Johnny directed you to the nearest park bench, his size taking up most of the bench, yet he scoots into himself as you sat down next to him, giving you personal space.

‘Does he think I’m going to lower the price of the house for him? I don’t even know how much they’re selling it for,’ you thought, thinking this man must be mad that an unimportant person like you could negotiate with him.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Y/N. I’m not interested in the house,” Johnny said, breaking the silence.

Your mom isn’t going to be pleased when she hears this, you thought as you bit at your bottom lip, thinking about how harsh is she going to react if she didn’t get a buyer out of this event.

“Thank you for taking your time for considering through out this-

“I’m interested in you.”

Did you hear that correctly or was your mind playing tricks on you?

You stared at Johnny as his hand comes close to your face, he wasn’t pulling you closer, instead his fingers reached out to gently graze the underside of your eyes.

“I can see what you’re hiding,” Johnny said solemnly, his eyes showing you pity.

You quickly took out your compact mirror out of your pocket, checking to see if you did a bad job on the concealer for your puffy eyes today, but it looked fine.

“I used to be involve in theater, and I’ve seen people covering unwanted marks or eye bags on their face many times. It’s not obvious to most people, don’t worry,” Johnny explained.

The touch of his fingertips on your face was filled with warmth, as well as his eyes when he looked at you now, if his eyes were honey you’ll be as addicted as Winnie the Pooh. His touch was quickly gone as it had came, his hand placed back into his lap as he stares ahead.

“I’m not going to assume anything, but from what I can see, I don’t think you deserve to be going through what you’re facing now. And as for your family’s company, it’s not going to last long even if they managed to sell this property out. You’re going to be in a much more disappointing situation when that happens, I’ve been in the business game my whole life, my predictions hardly go astray anymore,” Johnny said without a sliver of judgement, he was just laying out the cards for you to observe.

Johnny reaches for a card in his coat pocket and handed it to you, it was his business card.

“I can take you away from all this chaos raging among your family, if you can call it a family that is. I’ll be seeing you soon, Y/N,” Johnny said before standing up and walking away to the direction where his car awaits, his driver closing his door.

That was most definitely a statement.

#nct smut #nct fluff #nct #johnny suh #johnny smut #johnny fluff #seo young ho #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv

[spacegaywritings]

Sweet, sweet Birthday Boy (A Happy Birthday fic for Casper)

General

Relationship: Remus X Casper (OC /Attachment)

Tags: QPR, QPP, tentacles, SFW, sweets, eating, candy, this is the epitome of a sugar sweet aesthetic, scavenger hunt, Remus is a sweetheart, he is just an excited puppy, light hint that the light sides are kinda uncool, (esp young Roman), talking candy, ellipses, This Story Contains Lactose, This Story Is not Diabetes- compatible, mentions and vague descriptions of candy gore, mentions of bunny and duck onesies, Breaking and Entering, nighttime, caps like once, they are threatened like twice,  jawbreaker nightmares, mentions of christmas treats, ethnic candies, killer popsicles, the Dragon Witch!, small bits of angst you will not notice, hurt comfort, kinda, tears, goo, acceptance, love.

Summary: It‘s Casper‘s birthday and Remus would be a rotten partner if he did not go all out of his way to turn the world upside down for his horrible love.

Note: Casper is “Attachment“. He is an OC and his birthday is Pink Shirt Day - an action to raise awareness of bullying, prevent it and stand up against it. For more info on Casper, refer to my other Casper stories such as “Cursing into Emancipation“.

Also, if you are triggered by certain candy brands, you are lucky, cuz I avoid mentioning any specific one!

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 11.59pm.

 Remus crept over the floor. Darkness was flooding his vision. He was lucky to be Creativity, albeit the more or less forbidden one for Thomas. He fulfilled anything people would consider to be “cursed“ thoughts. He brought about nightmares, taboo topics and horrible or even dangerous ideas. He resided in the Imagination but sometimes, he liked to come out and mess around. Tonight, he was not up for messing around.

 The man had a mission!

 His tentacles and he slid over the floor of the light side territory.

 For a group call liked that, there was a whole lot of awful darkness down here! Not that he was complaining. It made things easier for him.

The dark side of creativity turned his head from one side, to the other, then back to where he had started. After a whole 360° of turning, he proceeded. Nobody was around.

 HA!

 Even logic was asleep. Virgil had not noticed a thing, or maybe had noticed, yet did not care for him and his shenanigans. It was just him, a harmless little octopus yeeting himself into someone‘s room through the slit between the door and the floor.

His body was flattened to be as thin as a shadow. Indeed, he was a shadow trying to get to all the other shadows in this room. Remus squeezed himself through the little slit and soon enough had his thicc butt on the other side of that door.

 He allowed his body to take proper, three-dimensional shape again. Instead of tentacle shadows, he returned to his full body. A proud butt, a rather regular body and toned limbs.

If he had a say, he would make Thomas work out less and eat gross things more! But that was another topic. He was here on a mission.

 The dark side peeked up to a little night light. It was shaped like a heart and just a s rosy. Remus smirked.

How cute!

His body crept over to the bed.

 Yes, he had let himself into a bedroom and it was just about time.

The clock ticked and his body rang like a bell! Vibrations shook him, running through his body. The dark side felt himself leap into the air like a cartoon character struck by lightning. He squeaked and with yet another leap, landed in the bed he had been busy approaching.

 A figure moved.

 Midnight! Midnight!

 Remus flung himself at the person.

 “Cas! Awful birthday to you!! I wish you all the slimy horrible things to happen!“

 The sleepy figure hummed softly, barely capable of verbally communicating. The night light was prominent enough to illuminate his smiling face. It took them a few more moments, Remus grinning patiently.

Then, Cas was awake enough to process what had been said to him. He threw his body at the other and engulfed him in a hug. He squeezed his partner and Remus squeaked in delight!

 Casper giggled.

 “Shhh!“

 He shunned the other and both giggled, stopped because they might have altered the others, then giggled again, this time quieter. Their eyes met, conspiracy giving them a wild gleam.

 “I have a plan for you! For us! It has been your birthday for seven minutes already!“

 Casper hummed softly. His body sacked against Remus‘ chest. Casper was a bit smaller and meeker than Thomas. Every side was a bit different in terms of body and personality. The pink side was about as pink and sweet as he seemed like a rather childish kid.

Remus brushed through his chestnut hair and patted his head ever so softly. It was soft like a breeze, fluttering like a kiss to Remus‘ heart. The weight of a grown man was in Remus‘ lap and he felt it more and more as Casper dozed off into his warm, sweet sleep.

 “Caaaaaas~“

 He grinned softly.

The body in his lap twitched. The dark side brushed over his  back. Attachment responded with yet another hum. This time, it seemed less warm and lethargic.

 “Huh?“

 Casper‘s body jumped back into place, upright and awake at once. The green side giggled and gathered him back into his  arms. He heaved him up and kissed him onto the top of his head.

 “I made you breakfast!“

 Casper curled up in Remus‘ arms as he teleported them into the Imagination. Of course he could have teleported into his room, but where would the fun have been? So, he promptly changed their location from a pink room to a pink world.

Remus had modelled his part of the Imagination to look like a candy wonderland. There were huge candy canes, striped with glittery rainbow colours. They stood, framing paths like trees. Sugar crusts with cute faces were hanging from them like baby mobiles.

 Casper blinked himself awake. His body was lethargic, still heavy with sleep. He turned his head to look around. Surrounded by cotton candy clouds and dog-sized gummibears, the pink side found himself right in front of a row of tables standing close together to form a heightened path of space. It was decorated with funny strings all over and even a table cloth which was made of edible “paper“. Sprinkles and heaps of whipped cream adorned the table at every seat. The seats were made of chocolate wavers and had icing to glue it together and decorate it.

 Attachment perked up at the sight and hopped into one of the seats. His arms reached out to drag Remus down with him. They shared their stead and Remus eventually broke off a part of the wavers and reattached it with a bit more space for the two. A bit of whipped cream was whisked off the table to serve as glue.

Remus huffed, satisfied with the space he had now established.

 “We shall feast, birthday man!“

 Casper giggled.

A little bit of sleep was still veiling his eyes.

 He looked at the table of sweets. A huge grin spread over his face and he turned back to face Remus. Was that for real? This seemed like a dream! Also, the Imagination usually looked like a huge mess, all  colourful and straining for the eyes and full of bad smells and things but-

... Casper blinked.

Oh! It smelled like pancakes in the morning!! And chocolate syrup to balance out the chocolate-mint chips. His stomach habitually bubbled at the temptation of a scent.

 Did that mean he would get pancakes? Any of them were great, but personally, he really liked them with sprinkles inside and sugar on top (optionally! - it depended on the amount of sprinkles inside of the pancakes.

Remus turned to exchange a knowing look with the other and Casper felt himself become somewhat warm inside and all fuzzy.

 “We can get pancakes“, he whispered in realisation.

 Wow.

 Remus simply nodded back at him. The birthday boy perked up.

Before he could try and materialise his own pancakes like the other had shown him once, he realised something else. It was a realisation worth noting!

Looking at the other, he realised that Remus was not in his usual attire of fancy clothes and funky accessories. Instead, Creativity was dressed in a fuzzy suit of furriness. An eye-strain of colours met Casper. It made him wonder how he had not noticed it before. Remus was wearing a bunny suit, but it was something that Casper would call „“candy gore“ in appearance. It was about the only kind of gore things he could handle.

 Remus must have worn it just for him and his birthday. After all, scary things were not okay to him. He still slept with a night light in order to keep the mean things away. Especially because the light sides were not okay with the two having regular sleepovers.

They did not know the two were somewhat dating, either.

 A breeze to the face distracted him from his thoughts. He blinked, reality slowly fading back into his awareness.

Remus was blowing air to his face and making weird movements with his hands. Was he trying to fan Casper some air? He was okay!

 Before he could ask, Creativity already cheered.

 “Finally! It has taken me ages to blow your dummy thoughts away!“

 Casper giggled, his love soon joining in.

He was blessed with the best of the best! No matter what the others were thinking about them! They were as they were, but they were happy.

 “Thanks, Ree!! Now, back to the pancakes? I want the cute ones with sprinkles inside, the colourful chocolate ones! And AND AND!“

Casper hopped in Remus‘ lap.

“Can they be shaped like cute animal faces? Pleaaaaase?“

 His pink eyes seemed wide like a doe‘s. The irises were hearts that seemed to grow and throb as he looked at the other in anticipation. Remus could get lost in them, but he was pre-occupied. He had planned a birthday for his boy and he would give a birthday to his boy!

 “You can have anything! You know I would give you my heart!“

 Casper squeaked.

That was a literal statement. Remus had offered him his bloody organ more than once and while his reactions to it had dulled down to an awkward giggle, Attachment still did not enjoy the action.

 “No hearts!! I am happy with a funky bunny in my arms!“

 He squished his body closer to the other as if to demonstrate how close they were. Remus chuckled softly and pushed himself against the other too, their bodies snug.

 “Pancakes, then~ I will give you little kitty cats, my ducky~“

 Casper blinked at the nickname.

Thomas had resorted to calling Remus “Dukey“ but what was “ducky“ all about? Remus summoned a plate made of oblaten wafers. Soon enough, pancakes started falling onto them. One by one, Remus caught them. His hand moved around, nowhere yet in all places at the same time as he brandished the plate around like an acrobat.

Casper clapped his hands together, giggling.

 “Yay!! You are doing it, Ree!“

 He grinned at his best friend and platonic partner. The mustache grinned back.

Remus summoned himself a plate as he retreated his arm with the plate to his chest where Casper leaned against. The duck-onesie-clad man was curled up and hugged the thin plate to his chest at once.

Dogs and cats had their faces marked into the colourful sprinkle pancakes he had in front of him.

 “For you, Cas!~“

 What was better than this?

Casper could not imagine anything better. However, knowing Remus, there was much to come for sure! So, he took what he had and dug into the food. He had no cutlery but those were pancakes and they were just perfect~

 Warmth spread in his mouth. The soft, dough-y texture of pancake flopped onto his tongue and he started to chew. The sprinkles were partly molten but his teeth still made some parts of them crack and crush under their power.

 “..wow.“

 Chocolate, sugar and wonderful dough melted in his mouth, combining to an amazing taste of a breakfast way too sweet to be consumed by any ordinary person.

But none of them was ordinary. Also, Casper could swear that the cat faces made cute kitty purr sounds in his mind when he ate them. The dog ones were making dog sounds, like yawning and stretching and panting.

 It was amazing.

 He never would have thought about any of these things. Attachment had never known just how much he had needed these things and wanted them before he had gotten them. They were not necessary for his regular life but they did make it much better!

 Remus seemed to be done with his plate, already devouring the kitchenware. Considering it was made of sweets, Casper bit into his, too.

Crystals of sweetness broke inside of his mouth, slowly melting on his tongue, or cracking and exploding between his teeth.

 He had never had anything as tasty as this. Not even Patton‘s home-made cookies were as good!

 They ate for a while and eventually, Casper called it a meal. He was not sick of the sugar, nor sick from it. The pink side was energised and sufficiently filled.

Remus snuggled him from behind and brought his tickling fingers to his sides.

 “Ah, Ree, nO- AHH!“

 Attachment squealed in delight. Giggles made the air vibrate. Remus‘ mustache was twitching in cheerfulness. The screams of pure delight and ecstasy were enough to replace his need for agony and blood.

Plus, Casper was one of these people to squirm when tickled. A pure gift to Dark Creativity.

 “Reeeee~“, Casper whined.

 He was breathless and mindless. Giggles had overridden his thinking, his common sense. All he could think of was pushing Remus away to stop the tickles.

Or..

A devious grin spread over his mental mouth. He was perpetually grinning and chuckling at the moment. His body wormed around like an excited dog, trying to get away from the tingles spreading from Remus‘ chaos hands.

 He took a huge breath.

Remus was taking a break. One glance at his eyes suggested he was only waiting for Casper to catch his breath. The pink side was unaware of the little glitter tears in his eyes, the wetness from being tickled throughout.

While the dark side bathed in the triumph of their one-sided tickle fight, Casper angled his body and got into position. Remus was grinning at him with that huge mustache all over his face. Sugar crystals adorned the corners of his lips. A few crumbs of cookies resided on his cheeks, still.

 Casper charged at him.

His (baby) duck-onesie-clad body made him fluffy. He appeared to be even smaller and cuter than usual. To be fair, he was objectively the most adorable side in the Thomasphere but that was not the topic in this context.

The topic was this pink boy of sugar slamming his body against Remus‘, effectively pinning the long boy down. It certainly was a sight to behold. A duck was hovering over a neon-gore bunny accident, driving hands up and down the messed up fur.

 “I got you !! HA!“

 Casper asserted in triumph.

Remus was squirming and writhing underneath him. Despite his wild movements, he was chuckling like a madman.

 “YOu!“

 He nearly snapped but laughs and breathlessness cut him down to mere chuckles and incoherent sounds. Casper grinned at him from above, finally in the position to give back what he had gone through beforehand.

 “You!“, Casper mimicked sassily.

 Fingers flew.

Hands sought out the best spots, ears accounted for which reaction was greater than the other. All the while, mouths were only moved to complain or giggle - rarely to suck in the sweet, sweet relief of oxygen, which the nose could not provide enough for.

 They ended up entangled, limbs going anywhere as they had flopped over again and again like a pan-fried cheese sandwich.

The sound of heavy pants filled the air. Both pushed at each other‘s chest to successfully de-tangle the mess of their intertwined bodies. Remus rolled down onto his back, right next to Casper.

 Casper‘s lungs were burning. His eyes fluttered shut.

He was tired, technically. He had not slept the whole night. His mind knew he was supposed to be tired, to be asleep. The amount of adrenaline and dopamine running through his body were not on par with getting back on track with his sleep-wake cycle. His serotonin wanted to complain but there was nothing to do about it now.

The pink side was numb to complains. He only heard the rhythmic pants of himself and his love. He turned to watch Remus. His chest fell and rose fast but the creative side restrained his lungs to fall back into a more slow and natural dynamic.

 Warmth bloomed inside of his chest. Little flowers of hearts seemed to grow and spread inside of him. Looking at Ree bore no more but good feelings to him.

It was illegal to think bad of him, to see him as mean or harmful when he had been the only one to be open, honest and caring with the other. To Casper, Remus was the farthest away from being an unreflected hypocrite of all the sides in Thomas.

 His face grew warm. Casper‘s, not Remus‘! The little heart-shaped freckles of his cheeks were starting to sparkle with colour. Whenever the pink side got excited or really emotional, the freckles would become bright and show off their amicable shape.

 “One more thing!“

 Remus rolled his body up into a squatting position, then jumped to his feet. How was that dude so fit? They were both part of Thomas, simply representations of their functioning inside of him. How was Casper so unfit compared to someone made of the same stuff?

It did not make sense to him, but considering they were residing on a path of chocolate stones, green grass of almond paste all around them, he could not complain about a lack of logic at all. Instead he sat up and stretched out his hands.

 “Reee~“

 Remus gently took them and helped him up. The pink side was beaming up at him. The sight of his warm freckles, bright and wide, brought a red dust to Remus‘ pale cheeks.

 “Yes, yes! You need to have your present- well, a part of it, maybe!“

 Casper gasped.

 “You got me a present? But this was a huge breakfast and it was secret!“

 Remus wiggled his eyebrows as if he had started a career in it.

 “A present for the gift to my life!“

 A part of Casper‘s mind was still stuck on the fact that his present was not one but multiple parts. He was, in fact, so occupied by this thought, he had to blink when a new something appeared in front of him.

The present was wrapped up in almost see-through paper. Was that rice paper? It seemed to be .. no, that was candy glass!

 Casper stared at Remus, then back at the gift. Again, he looked at Remus and then at the gift and at Remus-

H-

How was he supposed to open th-

 Something ding!“ed in his head. He lowered the gift and threw himself against Remus, squeezing him in his arms. It was a huuuuge bear hug. Creativity squealed in his arms. He shook his head and hugged Casper close in return. The pink side sighed softly.

 “Reeee~ I need your hammer thing!“

 The dark side stopped dead in his tracks.

For a moment, Casper had the feeling the other had frozen. Time seemed to stand still and suddenly, he was heaved up into the air.

 “CAS!! YOU ARE LEARNING!“

 The squeaky delight was evident in the increased scratchiness of Remus‘ voice. He almost sounded like a messed up record from the 60s or whatever. Scratchy, horribly quality and a complete ear-fuck to listen to.

However, he caught Casper like a pancake and pushed a huge pole into his hands before letting him go. Attachment landed on his feet, a bit wobbly. The weight of the pole tilted his balance to the side. It was the side on which end the pole had a huge ball to it.

 “I am so proud of you“

 Casper tried to balance the pole in his hands. The spiky end was a giant weight to him, really unbalanced. It was unusual to him to actually do any heavy lifting. He was attachment! He held hands and liked people and cried for them and over them. He suggested how to handle relationships and whether or not to detach.

Holding a big-boned bastard of a bone-crusher in his hands was NOT his expertise, but as Remus had mentioned, he was learning.

 And he was proud of him.

His freckles felt brighter again, cheeks and heart warm. Casper liked to imagine that Remus‘ nice words and weird ways of showing affection liked to mend the broken heart that was his symbol. He wanted to wonder about whether or not a side‘s logo could change but he saw the gift again, his mission right in front of it.

 Crush the bomb!

 Casper pushed his hands a bit away from his chest. His arms were angled to his upper body, in the right position to best provide muscular support to heave the immense weight of this unusual weapon of choice. He focused his eyes on the gift and thrusted the mace into the air, letting it crush down with his arms tensing as much as possible against the obstacle.

 The sound of a pathetic crushing and breaking filled the air. Sugar flaked and cracked, pieces of it flew through the air, seeking to hit and destroy in revenge. Other parts of the hardened gift wrapper was pulverised and seemed to spread over the ground like sweet snow.

 It was pink and green.

Remus caught a few of the pieces and offered one to Casper.

 “I‘m good but thanks a lot!“

 Casper grinned up at him. The green side shrugged and started snacking on the razor-sharp bones of what used to be a loving gift‘s shell.

Small, pale hands reached into the splinters of candy glass. If it had not been for the plans he had yet to be informed about, he would have tried to play with the shards, trying to put together a sweet and colourful mosaic of sugar and uniqueness.

 “Huh..“

 The birthday boy pursed his lips ever so slightly. He trained his gaze on the shards, hands starting to push the broken shell out of the way. Slowly, a little piece of paper seemed to appear. It was folded, string keeping it together.

If this was candy, then it was no candy he knew how to name it. It was new.. felt like actual paper in his hands. The ink seemed to be dark chocolate, darker than Thomas‘ eyes. He smiled at the thought about it.

 “What is this, huh?“

 Ree grinned widely. His face seemed to get larger, just large enough to accommodate the growing grin of his lips. Casper was squinting at the paper as he unfolded it properly and inspected it carefully. There were more lines than words. A few symbols indicated a deeper meaning.

 He was holding a map in his hands.

WAit a moment-

 He turned over the map only to find instructions plastered all over its back.

 “You made riddles for me! This- This is a whole treasure hunt!“

 Casper jumped up.

Energy fuelled his body enough to make him jump. Being physically idle did not do well in letting out all the feelings he was experiencing. Thus, he had to wiggle his body a bit. Remus happily joined in on their improvised, weird dance.

The dark side giggled at his partner. Casper felt his heart halves melt together.

 “This is a map!! Thank you so much, Ree!“

 There was an unspoken transfer in this action. While Remus‘ present was a whole adventure and a lot of work, there were implied values attached to it. Casper was rather childish and seemed to be more like a young child, rather than an adult side.

He was pink, he was cheerful and he liked candy and childhood friendships more than adult topics, mature matters and questions of morality. All he cared for was playing catch with his friends, cuddling his favourite pets and finding someone to really feel complete with. Someone he would never have to be fully separated from.

 Thus, the light sides treated him like a young child.

The map in his hands was more than just a task, a means to build up tension to an even bigger gift. It was trust in Casper‘s leading abilities, trust in him understanding and being competent enough to navigate them through this wild candy land.

 His heart swelled up until it felt like it was twice its original size.

 “Thank you.. really. Thanks a lot.“

 Tears started to well up in his eyes. He smiled despite of it - or maybe he smiled because of it, smiled along with the tears in his face.

Remus drew him into a hug.

 “Aw, Cas!“

 He papped the other ever so gently and gently nudged him with his shoulder. A compass appeared in the hand of the arm that had nudged the other. The pink side looked up at him, eyebrows narrowed.

 “Ree, this is wonderful- I.. May I lead?“

 His big, wide eyes looked up at him. They were magenta around a dark heart at its core.  Remus blinked at him, his eyelashes like lavish fans.

 “That‘s your gift. Your present wants you to lead.“

 The compass in his hands was chocolate, laced by gold. A few sugar crystals adorned the round device. The little pointers were made of sugar, too. The little letters were licorice on an oblate base. In Remus‘ hands, the pointers went into any and all directions. Once in Casper‘s palm, it seemed to recalibrate, to organise itself.

The thing was reacting to him and him alone. After a bit of watching the pointers dance, the little tip came to a shaky stop.

 It pointed them towards South at the moment.

 Casper checked with the map.

The candle table was.. there, at the left top of the map. The x-mark was on the other side of the map, in the very corner. The candy table rose on the map until it was materialised.

 “Wow-“

 Ree nudged him to keep looking at the map. South was downwards, according to the compass of the map. The map started illuminating a spot below their current location. A sketch of a forest was light, yet did not rise like the candy table and the wonderful arches they had here.

If Casper found the spot, maybe the map would save it and materialise it, like the one they were at. Maybe it would only show the spot they currently were at with a three-dimensional model.

 Attachment gripped the map tight, then gently folded it, his fists melting onto the parchment. Rivers of fingers curled around the paper and gently decreased its size. He put the map into his onesie pocket and cleared his throat. The compass was firm in his right palm.

 “We shall get on track with this adventure!“

 Ree squeaked like a dog toy. His body twitched up into the air, just a few inches above the ground. His limbs wiggled a bit before he came down again, attaching himself to the slightly smaller Casper.

 “Aye, we shall, Leader Cas!“

 Pink returned to his cheeks, marking his name as “pink side“ as a rather literal phenomenon. Creativity grinned at him, eyebrows arching.

 “You shall come with me, oh yee... uh.. thee magical union of creation and dis-creation!“

 Remus nodded, a hand over his chest as if to contain his wild heart. Casper believed this to be not unlikely at all. He gently smiled, pride gleaming in his eyes.

 “I shall!“, Ree agreed. His voice was strong, resonating with his body. Casper felt almost taken aback by it. He grinned over it, after regaining his posture, and used his finger to indicate what the compass wanted from them.

 “There we have to go to! March!“

 Ree groaned playfully.

Their feet started to march away, down to south, to the mysterious forest. It did not take a lot of time for them to see the scenery change. The candy table and wide space seemed to disappear, swallowed by how narrow the path got. The chocolate stones and pebbles faded until sparkling sugar sands  took over, turning darker and giving way to almond paste grass, green like Remus‘ wonderful logo.

 Casper‘s free hand intertwined with Ree‘s. The taller one gently squeezed the hand in his bigger one. It took only a few moments for Casper to squeeze back - but not in response to Remus‘ actions.

 Cake pillars of trees were dancing around them. The map seemed to vibrate in Casper‘s pocket, so he let the compass plop into his pocket and pulled the curious map to his sight.

 “There seems to be something going on, mate!“

 Ree giggled like a maniac at Casper‘s comment. He grinned, nodding again and again as if the pink side had said so much more than he actually verbalised.

The birthday boy peeked at the map. There was a change, indeed. The forest was starting to rise from the paper, drinking up colour until it was bright. Huge strings of gummy-like sweets were hanging from the trees, sometimes intertwined with the chocolate flakes of bark. The real trees in front of them were more detailed, had the natural carvings of tree bark, the wrinkles of plants. Here and there, golden syrup was leaking from a few injured trees. Others had dried trails of such syrup on them, marking them as recovering trees.

 The pink side swiftly turned to the other, mouth slightly agape.

 “You are doing all of this? This is so cool! Ree, you outdid yourself!“

 Attachment beamed brighter than the soda candy sun in the sky. It was smiling a candied slice of lemon. The pink side, however, was grinning white teeth and excitement. His hand tugged at Ree‘s and dragged him into the forest. His feet moving swiftly.

 The bigger, elder trees had huge branches of churro sticks. They built a sort of canopy above Casper and Remus, shielding them with shadows from the soda sun and cotton candy clouds.

A lake of purple grape pop crossed their way.

 “Will we just f- UAHHHH!“

 Casper turned to Remus to ask something, steps slowing down together. However, something made him trip over. Casper landed on the grass which seemed to become darker in colour and more in numbers.

Rock candies were glistening from underneath blankets of chocolate crumble earth and almond paste grass. A few stray rays of sunlight warmed the solid, translucent rocks. They seemed to shimmer. A few beams of light reached up to Casper - or rather, down. He was currently sitting up, Remus squatting down next to him.

 “You alright?“

 Casper had a smudge of green on his elbows and quickly licked it away. The action curled his and Remus‘ mouths upwards.

 “Yup!“

 The pink side wanted to ask something, but a marshmallow with strawberry “softies“ on top walked over. Was this a little mushroom?

Casper squealed.

 “ Ree!! Look!! I want to be friends with them!“

 He hopped back onto his feet. The candy mushroom approached them, a few smaller mushrooms following after. All of them had little black eyes but only the bigger ones had enough face to fit a mouth onto them. They looked like black candy tint on them. The eyes were in different colours.

 “Are you one of the biped heroes? Will you help us?“

 The mushroom hopped up. How did it jump without feet? Well, how did it talk when it was fully candy. This was a paradisical dream world, not a logical report on extraterrestrial objects. Of course there was no real logic in here.

 “A hero?“

 Casper repeated. His eyes grew wide. Pink hearts seemed to sparkle at the word.

Hero.

Who in this sugar forest was a  hero?  Remus was the classical villain to everyone but Casper. The pink side was just him, right?

 The mushroom nodded.

An umbrella of red leaned close, facing the ground for a moment, then stopped right before touching it. The mushroom sighed back into position, the red umbrella resting in its intended place.

 “The legend says only biped heroes can mend our issues! You need to help us!“

 The pink side blinked.

This was getting interesting. So, he did the natural thing and -

 “But this can‘t be. We just happen to be on two legs. That means nothing!“

 -doubted himself.

 Remus nudged him.

His mustache seemed to transform to licorice curls. He looked at his partner, eyebrows arching.

 “You have to be the heroes! You are our only hope! We cannot leave the forest because we cannot climb down the beach where the water comes from. Please, we need help!“

 Remus whistled softly.

The crowd of mushrooms was trembling a bit, collectively staring at the others.

Attachment looked at them, eyebrows cast downwards. His eyes seemed to decrease in size as he observed the little mushrooms. They barely got us to his thighs.

They were so helpless.

 “...Alright, we can try. What do you need us to do? What‘s outside of the forest that matters so much to you?“

 Casper got back down onto his knees. He wanted to be on eye level with the mushroom people.

 “Our flower friends need a lot of strawberry milk. We get our milk from a river outside of the forest! It usually fills up a whole pond and our flower friends grow all around it. But.. but now they are hurting a lot because they are so hungry. Everyone has syrup, but that is not enough for them. Some gummy bats fly around to help them bring some strawberry milk. They take chocolate egg shells to transport it but it is not enough. Please, our flower friends need help!“

 Casper nodded.

The tallest mushroom of all was starting to shed little marshmallow fluff tears. Attachment‘s heart felt hurt, too. He placed a heart on the red umbrella part as the smaller mushrooms started to wail along.

 “Don‘t worry! We will do our best to help. I- I don‘t think any of us is a hero, but we can do our best to mess things up!“

 Remus cheered him on and nodded wildly. He glomped Casper from behind. The pink side giggled softly.

 “You would?? Thank you so much!“

 A few smaller mushrooms started to stray from them. They seemed to line up with a path away from where they had come from.

 “The smaller mushrooms will lead you the way out of the forest.“

 As if this sentence had been a clue, the small mushrooms jumped up, their marshmallow torsos buried by their bright red umbrella heads. Promptly, they started glowing.

Casper gasped at the sight.

 “Wow! That is so cool!“

 He turned to Ree, then to the mushrooms. The small ones were radiating a halo of glow around them. It was slightly greenish. Maybe that came from the rich surroundings of the jungle-like forest they were in.

The dark side nodded. To him, that was just one of the most normal sights. It was usual, so he saw nothing outstanding or gasp-worthy in that. But he saw Casper‘s excitement and it brought a smile to underneath his mustache.

 „“Let‘s go follow them, then, huh?“

 Casper nodded.

His mouth was still slightly agape but he closed it then and there. The pink side hopped on the spot and turned his whole body towards the glow path.

 „“Farewell, biped heroes. Farewell. Our trust is in you!“

 Casper felt a warmth in his heart. It seemed as though it had started to grow wings. It lifted itself up inside of his chest and it was wild and swollen in power.

He waved at the big mushroom with eyes and a mouth, then let his hand intertwine with Remus‘. The taller one gave him a squeeze.

 And off they were.

 The partners followed the glowing mushrooms for a while. At some point, they had walked for a long time and Casper sighed softly.

 “How long do we have to travel? I am getting hungry.“

 Remus shrugged.

His free hand indicated the worlds of sugar around them.

Casper hummed softly.

 “We could take a break, how about that?“

 Just as he said so, they got a peek on a huge tree. It seemed broken, so Remus suggested having some of it. Casper agreed. The two walked over, four legs approaching the broken tree.

As they did so, they realised that fog started to come up. At first, Casper thought that light cotton candy clouds were coming down on them. Instead, something heavier seemed

 “Oh, is it really okay to just..- huh?“

 Attachment stopped himself.

More and more sugar thread seemed to come down onto them. At the end, it felt as though the whole forest was covered in hair made of sugar. This was the oddest thing to ever happen to him, even despite all the years he had spent with Remus, visiting the weirdest places of the Imagination and so on.

This really made an example of how odd things tended to be, sometimes.

 “Ree, I think we have a problem-“

 Said side already tugged Casper closer.

 “I bet it is too late to check the map now, isn‘t it?“

 Casper snorted.

 “Great idea, but too late indeed. Now.. what can we-“

Again, the pink side stopped himself. He looked up at.. uh.. well, more and more hair, considering he was unable to detect Remus at all. His gleaming spark of ideas in his eyes was not visible to the other, nor were his own hands before him.

 “I have an idea instead, Ree. I know we can‘t see one another, so it is really important to stick together. Don‘t let go of my hand.“

 Ree nodded.

It took him about three moments to realise the birthday boy could not see him. So, he cleared his throat and played a loud “Aye, Sir! Mister Casper, Sir!“.

The pink side jumped on the other side of his hand, but regained his posture enough to squeeze back in reply.

 “Very well then. Listen to where my voice is coming from, follow to where your hand seems to be with mine.. and slowly eat the fog away with me.“

 The idea his Ree like  a truck. Without seeming him, Casper could physically feel the other snap into action and suddenly start eating away the fog. It was pismaniye. It tastes sweet, mostly, but also a bit nutty. It was nothing like cotton candy. It fell like hair.

It was almost creepy to be surrounded by something that looked and felt and fell like hair, yet was sugary sweet and kind of tastes like sesame and pistachio.

 Attachment followed his own advice after becoming oddly aware of his own inaction. He started to eat, his hungry body grateful for the input of actual sustenance. They had been walking for a few hours, so breakfast had been a longer while ago. The steady exploring had exhausted him.

Now, he just wanted to see his Ree and be sure they were with one another, even if he could feel him on his hand.

 Diligently, almost as if they were quite enjoying it, the two were eating away the barriers between their love. Hands held softly were the guidance to their inner compass directing them. It took them a short while, but eventually, they had eaten away enough fog to start seeing colours shimmering through, then even pieces of actual clothes appearing behind the thick curtains of light blonde angel hair.

 “Ree! There you are!“

 The dark side did not let himself be called twice. He reached out and picked up his smaller partner. Carefully, he drew him to his chest.

 “This is my Cas, and the forest won‘t get a single piece of you!“

 The pink side giggled. Remus brushed a piece of sugar wool off his face and instead stuck it into his own mouth. His partner giggled.

 “We should get out of here. Maybe the fog will get worse. We need to be quick. As much as this was a good snack, we need to think of moving first.“

 Cas commanded. He quickly checked the map and the compass. They needed to go to the west. The funky trees on the map started to retreat. So, they were almost outside of the forest!

 “Let‘s see for the lights!“

 Maybe the mushrooms were glowing because they knew the fog would be coming? In any case, Casper held onto Ree‘s hand again and started walking, when he experienced the worst deja-vu of all-

Once more, he tripped, once more, this triggered a whole bunch of plot.

 Remus was helping him up when they heard ripping, the sound of branches breaking. Something heavy was breaching through the forest and it would not be kind to them, as it sounded.

 “Ree, we need to go!“

 Casper pushed the other over the dead tree and they tripped over it, curling into a ball of a falling and rotating mess. Their bodies stuck together due to their hands finding one another, but it did nothing to help with the rapid movements as well as the intense churning they experienced.

When the pink side laid eyes on what was chasing them, he was more than glad to experience this rather than.. that!

 A huge jawbreaker was rolling after them, breaking and running over many plants and animals. A “squish“ noise reminded him of the mushmallows.

 “I hope they are okay..“

 Casper had a last thought before a horrid squeak cut through his mind. All worries about the others were gone when his hand was gripped tightly. It was so tight, it started to hurt, his bones aching already. He wanted to turn around, ask Remus to stop.

He could not.

His body was drawn in and engulfed by arms. Remus was was holding him close, blocking his mouth with a whole bunch of furry onesie. He thought he was actually breathing in the gore-bunny‘s heart or whatever kind of monstrosity was growing from it‘s chest.

 While Casper was unable to ask or scream about what was happening, he clearly heard wind whooshing around him. The ground under his feet was gone and all the safety he knew was Remus‘ grasp on him.

He was sure he was going to be safe, yet his broken heart was aching. His lungs seemed to string.

 He closed his eyes harder and focused on Remus‘ smell.

This time, he did not have pickled poo logs on. No, he was wearing vinegar and rotten roses. What a romantic.

As Casper tried his best to focus on Remus being warm, being smelly as always, he did not notice the heat rising around them.

 However, a soft thud occurred. It was followed by millions of variations of one single sound. It was difficult to describe, but Casper felt as if it sounded like plastic pieces crashing together. It was a series of dull noise.

To Casper, it was an unspoken sign, a permission to look again. Now he would be able to open his eyes again.

 Slowly, he did exactly that.

His eyelids fluttered. The pressure on his face decreased.

 “Oh, we fell and landed softly! How wonderful!“

 Remus‘ voice reached him.

It was close. His voice box was so close, it made Casper‘s ears rumble a bit from Remus‘ vibrating chest. His lips curled up, just a tiny bit.

 “Fell?“

 He detached himself from the other‘s chest and blinked, trying to slowly let reality dawn onto him. The world was different now.

A thought flashed inside of his mind and he quickly took his map and his compass out of his pocket. He looked around, trying to filter out certain landmarks which would tell him where exactly they were.

 “Oh.. we did fall. Where-“

 He blinked at his map.

The jungle.. this.. forest.. it was gone, away away. Instead, a new space was rising from the map and even making a sound. He could hear the rushing of wav-

 “CAS!“

 Remus jumped into him.

The dull sounds of plastic meeting plastic started to sound up again. It kind of felt drowned out in all of the sounds of waves. Coming closer and closer and crashing over them, breaking and burying them in..

Candy beans?

 Different colours filled his vision. Huge logs of colour fell from the sky, rained down onto him. Casper could not hear more than the deafening noise of dull plastic crashes.

His whole body was walled in by a huge Remus as well as the plastic sounds and big colour logs. He wanted to narrow his eyes but felt himself close them instead.

 “WOO~“

 Casper felt his chest become free with the sound of Remus cheering.

Attachment did not know what was happening but he knew that a LOT was happening. The sounds of Remus being Remus were closer but not louder than the plastic ones.

But it was warmer.

 He felt a warmth spread inside of his chest.

 Slowly, the noise subsided again. It faded away but never really disappeared.

Maybe he had internalised it by now. Who knew.

 Casper, for his part, was giggling a bit. He had his things, still, so he took what he had and tried to get up. Beans were around him and as he got up, Ree followed.

 “This was a nice ride!“

 He hopped up and looked around, one hand over his eyebrows as if to build a makeshift roof with it.

 “Huh, we-“

 Casper interrupted him.

The golden colour before them cued him.

 “WE ARE AT THE BEACH!“

 He squealed and screamed. His body turned towards Remus once more. The dark side was more than happy to reply with screams and squeals from his own side.

 “AHHHHH!“

 Casper grinned: „“WE DID IT!!“

 Remus wiggled his body and nodded. He looked like a Golden Retriever.

 “WE DIIIIIID!“

 The duo giggled at one another before jumping at one another, chests first. They melted into a hug, laughing still the soundtrack to their current situation.

Casper was the first to pull away but Remus quickly picked him up, pulling him closer. He gently rested the other on his shoulders.

 “Look out for waves. I will walk us back to the beach.“

 Casper nodded. Not, that the other could see it. He still had his compass and his map in his hands, so he put the compass away. But he did shoot a glance at the map, considering he wanted to see the “beach“ part of the map start to rise up.

Carefully, he observed it, witnessing how the candy bean sea became more prominent in colour. They seemed to roll a bit, much like a regular sea‘s many waves.

 “Will do.“

 He looked over at the waves, but the sea was rather calm now. The next few waves were barely one full layer of beans reaching over to them. By the time a bigger one started to build up, Remus was ankle-deep in the “water“.

A few more steps and he was outside. He softly put Casper down.

 „“We did it!“

 Casper giggled softly.

Now that he was standing on the shore, he took the time to examine the land around them more closely. Previously, he had focused on looking out for the waves, but now his attention could be redirected to their mission again.

He checked the map.

It very much was the beach, it really was.

 Casper felt as though his heart was being lifted in his chest. It was an almost violent feeling but it made him want to hug Remus close.

And so he did.

 “Come here, Ree“

 He pulled the other into a huge bear hug. Casper gave those a lot to Ree, especially when they had not seen one another in a while. It was their “welcome hug“ when Casper was not too tired or exited to give it.

The dark side could feel himself being squeezed tightly. Warmth surrounded him. Warmth seeped into him.

 “Aww, Cas. I am proud of you. You got us right here where we needed to be.“

 Casper nodded softly.

He was unsure about it but his success did the talking.

 “Hey, wait a moment!“, he exclaimed. Remus looked at him, a loyal companion as always, “there are sandwiches!“

 Indeed, there were.

Casper flashed his pointer at a row of cacti around the beach. They seemed to be never-melting popsicles rising from the sandy ground. A few fruits seemed to hang there.

 “Cas, I think that‘s jus-“

 Yet the other was running before Ree got to finish his talk. He was about to say something important even, or so he thought. But there was no stopping the other, so it was apparent that the taller one had to follow the birthday boy. Said person was getting closer and closer to the cacti.

Like, he actually did.

Remus could not believe it while Casper believed and knew it all the way.

 “Sandwiches!! They are sandwiches!“

 For the first time in the sweet little world, - quite literally sweet - Casper found something not exactly made of sweets and sugar. This was bread, actual bread.

Ree stopped right behind him as he gripped the “fruit“ until it came off. The dark side cleared his throat.

 “Is that safe?“

 He was mimicking Patton‘s voice. Casper only shrugged. He rolled his eyes as he turned to face his partner.

 “Do you want to try it?“

 He handed the round-ish ball over. The “fruit“ had a little stem of cheese.

Why did such things come from a popsicle cactus?

One would never know.

 Ree inspected the thing.

It was.. somewhat circular, kind of golden in colour. Some were a bit different in colour, like more green or more red. It was funny. The one he took out of Casper‘s hands was clearly golden like the sun - well, the sun in the non-candy world.

He looked back at the other fruits. His mind held the fruit absent-mindedly, squeezing about tighter as usual. Casper gasped.

 “Ree! Let go! Look, look! I told you it was sandwiches! I could see it, I could smell it!“

 The pink side‘s hands came around Remus‘ larger ones. He carefully eased his grip on the fruit. Remus just let him do and shift as he pleased. His hands were almost limp, making it easier for Attachment to move them around and pry them away from the fruit just a bit.

The cactus fruit had unfurled itself, revealing a golden crust. In fact, it seemed as it had shed a little case in which the sandwich had been stored.

 “You were right!“

 Ree concluded in awe. Casper nudged him playfully.

 “Stop sounding so surprised! I know my food. Let‘s sit down and eat. I can study the map and you and I could need a little break. Also, I am hungry. What about you? Aren‘t you hungry, too?“

 Ree shrugged but picked a fruit for himself as well.

Around the popsicles, it was a bit cooler. The soda sun was actually burning down pretty hard, but the cacti provided more than enough cool and shadow for them to not really sweat a lot. The run and fall had done a number on them, so the warm breeze and sunny heat was enough to dry them off and give them a nice time to relax.

 “Those are not bad. I got tomato on mine.“

 Casper giggled.

He had unpacked his map, eyes fixed on the compass on it as well as the beach rising from the flat parchment again. Slowly, he started biting into his own sandwich. He took his eyes off the map, letting it process all the changes around them.

As he ate, an explosion of warm, umami flavour flooded his mouth. The sandwiches were warm, but not hot. The cheese was molten pleasantly. He did not seem to have tomato in it. Instead, it was just a whole lot of cheese.

 Attachment loved it.

 “Jus‘ chees‘“, he mumbled around his food.

Ree giggled.

His hand swung over to his partner, silently presenting it to the other. The dark side took a huge bite from it. In return, he grinned and started chewing away at it while offering Casper some of his. The pink side was staring at the map, yet noticed just enough to react and bite into the tomato-fed piece of delicious.

 “Mhmm...“

 Both sat in silence. Relative silence. A few chewing, humming as well as general eating sounds occurred from them.

They both reached for another sandwich when one was done.

 “Oh, see. Is that the river they talked about? It was not there before, but now it is flowing. It looks pink. Hey! Like me!“

 He smiled softly. Ree shrugged.

 “Looks rad. Does that mean we can go on?“

 Casper shrugged.

 “I think so. We must have fallen through the barricades or whatever was annoying the strawberry river. Well, we can go further to here.“

 He pointed at a place further below the beach they were currently at. At least when considering the positions on the map.

 “It seems like a forest or something else is gonna await us.“

 Remus shrugged.

He had already finished his food and was interested in biting into the cactus. Would it hurt? Pain only made sensations more interesting. He leaned in and bit into the plant.

 “AHHH!“

 Remus pulled away at once. Casper flinched closer to his partner and best friend. His forehead was wrinkled up. Remus looked almost offended in contrast to the pink side.

 “What did you do?!“

 The cacti started to bow over them, arching their bodies.

 “Why did you bite me!“

 A new voice arose, demanding and accusatory. Casper looked at the cactus, the source of sound coming from that direction. He could see the bodies of the cacti turning a bit, revealing faces.

Angry faces.

The cacti were colourful, white and red and orange up until the tip where they were green again with a few red dots and little pricks to them. One of them seemed to be missing. Remus pulled it out of his mouth and threw it into the sand.

 “Bite?“

 Casper repeated softly. The moment he said it, he realised just what has been said. The cactus was accusing them of having bitten them. Sadly, Attachment looked at Remus holding his mouth in mild pain. A small pout was making his lips appear bigger and more innocent than usual.

He wanted to hold him but also push him away for being such an impulsive idiot. Exasperation took hold of him and he sighed.

 “Ree, you cannot just bite people!“

 Ree‘s pout grew bigger.

 “I didn‘t know! I just wanted to test the cronch!“

 The cactus cried out as if having been bitten even harder. It shook. Casper squeezed against Remus‘ side. The taller side was hurting, but put one arm around the smaller one, carefully holding his partner a bit closer.

 “Cronch?! I am no cronch! You hurt me!“

 Remus shrugged.

 “Well, sorry about that. I cannot change it now, tho.“

 Casper nudged him.

 “Can we do anything to make it up to you?“

 He felt a pit inside of him. There was emptiness. Despite the sandwiches, he felt as if nothing but self-eating emptiness was inside of him. And it hurt.

No, actually, the sandwiches probably made it worse. They were the poison in the well that was his body. Casper wanted to wince but he tried to be as nice as possible. It must have hurt to be bitten by Remus.

Remus was quite the strong one after all.

 The dark side huffed stubbornly. The cactus stood as tall as possible. Casper had the feeling the cacti were trying to stand even taller and broader than before, maybe to just look a bit bigger.

The shadow they cast onto them was growing huger, longer. They were dooming stripes, thick prison bars in the sand, trapping them in place.

The cacti were actually growing, the middle one, the talking one, more than the others and much  faster at that.

 Casper took Remus‘ hand again.

 “I think we tried a lot to be friends with the cactus again, but they won‘t listen. We should go, really-“

 Attachment‘s voice spoke with a much more intense haste than usual. He checked his compass and started to take the initiative.

He was the leader of their little troop, their small team. He was to make decisions and do things. So, he made the decision to run away at once. Behind them, cactus pricks shot through the air. They bore into the sand, digging deep into the loose sand.

Remus turned his head to throw one last glance at the angered cactus, now much taller than them, surrounded by a few cacti which grew into similar sizes. They started to free themselves from the sand, popsicle stick feet  were hopping through the sand.

They were after them.

 “We need to hurry!“

 Casper was running like the wind.

His partner alerting him was more than enough to push his mind over the edge. He had to make a decision fast and quick. Where would they go? There were sugar bean oceans, strawberry rivers-

 There!

A huge pond!

 Casper pulled Remus after him. His feet were almost flying over to the pond. It was a temple of safety in Casper‘s mind, the kind of place were they would be sheltered from the mean cactus.

Well, the cacti were kind of right to be mad, but chasing them around and trying to prick them? That was a lot!

 The cactus monster was hot on their heels, nearly breathing down their necks. Remus had the feeling they were melting down onto their exposed body parts and absolutely non-innocent skin.

The pink side felt an idea hit him much harder than a prick could have. The cactus started to “reload“, prepared to pierce sharpness into them.

 The leader was against that. So, Attachment took a sharp cut into another direction. The cactus monstrosity was huge and did not react well. The sudden change of direction had the meanie baffled. The cacti union wanted to turn around just as sharply, but lost balance. The many branches of cactus heads were too enormous in size and different ideas. One wanted to gather their balance again, while others were arguing whether to give it up or actually still pursue them at all.

By then, the pink side had them safely  hidden away in the muddy warmth of a dark chocolate fondue. He waited a bit, dragging the curious Remus behind him before his air was out and he had to get up and breathe again.

He squeezed Ree‘s hand and gently tugged it upwards as he returned to the surface. Two heads, completely immersed in dark chocolate, popped out of the darkness.

 It smelled like cocoa butter, a bit bitter, even.

The two cleaned their faces carefully, trying to free their eyes and mouths and noses first, so they could breathe and see right.

The cacti seemed all gone.. they were safe?

 “Good idea!“

 Remus‘ mustache was now double its size. Casper started to giggle.

 “Ree!!“

He chuckled to himself.

“You look so funny!“

The dark side grinned.

He tried to glance at his mustache, but it was hard. How was he supposed to see his face? He scrunched up his nose. He craned his neck a bit, showing off the side of his throat.

No, he could not see better like this either.

 Casper could not hold his laughter back.

He was curling in on himself, shook by his own amusement. Seeing Remus trying to turn his face upside down and whatnot just to see himself was hilarious. The pink side shook his head, little crystal tears appearing at the corner of his eyes once more.

 “You..You-“

 He tried to express anything with even a hint of coherence.

Needless to say, he did not manage. His breath was short from how much he was laughing, also, he was laughing way too much to actually say more than one or two syllables in one go.

Remus pouted playfully.

 “Cas, you are being meeean~“

 A huge grin adorned his chocolate features.

Time to take matters into his own hands! He approached the laughing side. His partner was currently wiping tears from his eyes. They were squeezed out from how much he was laughing, balled up cheeks squishing his eyes like lemons.

 He realised the other too late, and even later.

Casper could barely squeak out a plead, a word to turn Remus‘ mood more mild. The other already threw himself onto him, arms finding his muddy wet sides. Warm chocolate covered his ticklish spots, but did not desensitise them.

Attachment was squirming.

 „“Ah..Ahhhh~ Ree!!!“

 His giggles had barely faded, just to be resumed once more. A new force  was accompanying the sounds of his laughter. Casper‘s little body was flailing its limbs into every direction it could possible reach. He squealed like prey.

 „“You deserved that!!“

 Remus playfully shot back. Attachment wiggled away, trying to move out of Ree‘s reach. He  reached the end of the chocolate pot and heaved himself out eventually.

Sweet, sweet - ouch!

 He landed much harder than expected.

It was a deep fall, leaving him to roll over a bunch of leaves. He blinked softly. His sides were hurting now, but he was okay.

A loud breaking sound rushed to his ears.

 „“Hu-“

 He gasped. Obviously, his mind was going many places.

They had faced a lot of obstacles, nice and mean people. Now, the sound was promising a fall -

...a fall of Remus, apparently.

As Casper before him, he was breaking out of the pot without a lot of grace. He had broken some branches in the process but took it with a giggle, as he too, rolled over.

 “That was fuun!! Wooo!“

 He cheered.

The taller one sat up, his hands up in the air. They were all chocolate.

 “It was, but it hurt.“

 Casper retorted.

He shrugged it off, though, and simply looked at his hands. They were full of leaves - as much chocolated as he was. Chocolatified? Chocolate-covered.

 “Ha, look at this! We are covering everything in chocolate!“

 The light side beamed up at his partner. Remus slid over to him.

 “Truce. No more tickling!“

 Casper nodded. They shook chocolate-hands on that!

 “Alright! But we need to do something about this chocolate stuff!“

 Remus shrugged.

 “We can wait this out. Just take a nap and the chocolate will be hard as a d-“

 Casper nudged him away.

 “Staaaaahp! We can take a nap, alright alright!“

 He had a pout on his lips now, too.

 They playfully pushed one another before paying down and curling up together, one against the other. Remus curled around Casper like a bowl, or maybe a nest. Casper nuzzled his chest softly.

He was sure he would have a hard time sleeping now. He had been up all night, they had been chased yet again. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins, his brain. The chase, the fall, the tickles and the rest of it all. They were in his mind, flashing before his inner eye.

He could see what had happened to them, he thought about everything they had experienced so far. Before he knew it, he was caught in a deep sleep.

His body was snug against Remus‘. Together, they slept into a state of hardened chocolate.

 When they woke up, they felt odd.

Hardness kept them in place. They were restrained, even when they tried to breathe a bit deeper. Chocolate armour was attached to them like a second skin. It was not tight, nor was it really heavy, but it was everywhere, even in their hair as they now realised.

 “Oh.. oh, what‘s that?“

 Casper nagged.

He wanted to un-curl, get up and see the world, but every twitch of muscles was met with resistance. He felt pressure against his skin when he tried to move. Very much from his chin down, he felt immobile and restricted. Little walls were keeping him in space.

A frown fell over his features.

 He had been soft, even a bit disoriented from switching over to reality after his warm, heavy sleep and dreams. Now, he was surrounded by so much confusion, he barely knew what to do. The world was odd, their situation was odd.

For a moment, he feared being unable to ever move again. His throat tightened.

 Oh no.

Now, even the rest of him would freeze and become unmovable! The rigidity around him seemed to worsen. It pressed a moan out of him. Little tears formed at his eyes again.

Instinctively, his throat formulated what he usually did when Casper did not know what else to do. The helplessness of having no more logical thoughts to help but only panic to guide him made his chest heavy.

 But his automatism kicked out a powerful: “Remus!“

 Instead of a whine, a pathetic plead, he strongly pronounced the other back into their reality. Remus awoke with a sudden jolt through his body. Though, he could barely move. The twitches resulted in pressure against his skin.

There was a whole lot of pressure instead of the nice, heavy warmth of a chocolate blanket from before.

 Remus caught on rather fast.

 He wiggled his body as powerfully as he could. Little grunts and moans came from him. He sounded like a character from Dragon Ball in a ten-episode filler fist-fight.

Cracking was soon to be heard. It filled the air, much like the sounds of opening an egg.

 A louder sound breached Casper‘s ears.

He was unable to see much, considering he was much glued to Remus‘ chest shell. Yet, he could see and hear how Remus removed himself from Casper‘s face with a sudden motion. The dark side rolled all over the space around them. This time, his body did not pick up any more leaves or straws of grass. He jumped to his feet and yelled.

 “I AMST FREEEEE.“

 Remus shed a last piece of dried muddiness around him. The dark, bitter shell crashed to the floor and burst into pieces. Casper flinched into an embryo position, trying to curl up as much as possible. The dark side shrugged and sat down to his friend.

 “Actually, I can get you out even better!“

 He gave Casper a smug grin. Before Attachment could think twice, the other was leaned over him and bit into his necK!

 “AH! Ree!“

 While Casper wanted to complain, he.. felt no pain. He looked up. Actually, he COULD look up once more. He felt his neck crane ever so softly. IT worked! He could move again!

 Oh.

 The pink side felt the other carefully bite and push until the shell gave in. Casper giggled at times. The chocolate was brushing against his skin, sometimes with the warmth of Remus‘ breath.

 “That tickles!“

 He started to squirms.

Soon enough, Remus‘ work as well as his additional wiggling helped him out of the shell. Casper chuckled, snuggling up to his partner.

 “Thank you, Ree. I got really scared.“

 The dark side shrugged.

As nonchalant as he acted, he still leaned down to kiss the tears building up in the corners of Casper‘s eyes. They were crystal-like, precious like sugar.

 “Awww, what for?“, Ree reasoned softly. Casper was giggling but still holding onto the other. The dark side held his partner softly, „“there is nothing I wouldn‘t save you from. See? I defeated the chocolate!“

 Casper chuckled.

When he looked up at, Remus‘ face was smudged with chocolate. It was all dark brown around his mustache and lips. Attachment chuckled and  snuggled into Ree‘s arms again.

 “You are so silly! You are full of chocolate!“

 He was giggling with the other but when Remus brought both his arms around the  smaller side, he sighed softly. His heart was melting inside and he felt.. right, being so close to the other.

They stayed like this for a while.

Only after a longer while did they part. Casper wiped his eyes. Remus wiped his mouth.

 “I have the feeling we can use the chocolate leaves a bit. Let‘s take them with us.“

 Remus nodded. They took a sugar glass cup from the trees around them and collected the leaves. They then locked their hands again, fingers intertwining. They smiled as they walked through the calm trees of the forest.

It seemed different than the other, more plain, less crowded. There were no funny mushrooms... marshrooms? Well, they were none, so it did not matter. However, they saw some cute mice racing around. Some birds and bats flew around. Licorice and yoghurt gummy bears crossed their ways.

They kept on walking.

 Eventually, Casper checked the map again.

The last stage before the treasure seemed to be highlighted. Much like the others before, they rose from the map and stopped, slightly moving since mice from the map were moving around, too. Gummy birds were tweeting and chirping.

It felt like a song for these two alone.

 “Hey, there is a funky thing here.“

 Casper pointed at something. Remus nodded softly.

 “Yes, yes.“

 The dark side‘s response prompted him to go on.

 “Let‘s go there.“

 They did as they decided on and eventually came around to a clearing. There, their favourite mixed-race person was sitting!

The dragon witch!

 “Good day, children.“

 She had a table set up, a few plates made of stroopwafel were laid out. Little cups of chocolate were prepared. There even was a little kettle.

The table looked like a horizontal yule log, lazy in the sun. It was surrounded by smaller Baumstriezel which formed little things like chairs. Candy glass covered the hollow inside on top, so people could sit on it. It had funny colours. The dragon witch gestured to the seats. They were two free ones, the exact number of butts that needed a rest after nearly walking and falling all day. Even their nap was not enough. They had walked for over one hour once more after this.

The duo sat down with the witch, happy to be welcomed.

 “I hope you brought some leaves for our tea.“

 Casper perked up.

 “We have chocolate-coated ones!“

 The dragon witch giggled.

She was a huge dragon with a stereotypical witch-hat adorning her head. Roman had made her up. Remus had befriended her after his light-reflection kept on fighting her. She was his first friend on the “dark“ side.

She opened her hands. They were claws and wonderfully colourful. Scales of all colours decorated her body. Casper smiled and put the leaves into her opened palm.

 “Thank you young man! This shall make a wonderful, spiced hot cocoa.“

 Gently, she started to blow her hot, steaming and flaming breath onto the bottom of the tea kettle. Soon, it started whistling.

Casper giggled.

The warmth was very much welcome. He and Remus warmed up on it, hands stretched out.

 “Nice..“, they breathed out softly. Smiles decorated their faces.

Behind them, the bushes rustled. Little mice and other animals came to join them. Casper picked a bit of stroopwafel and handed it over to them, bit by bit - crumble by small crumble.

 The dragon witch giggled at him. Her hands moved and a new piece of food entered the scene. A few mice ran over, bringing them a loaf of dense, dark bread. It looked like dark caramel on the outside. On the inside, it was much more yellow than people would expect bread to be.

Of course, it was something special.

 “I made Ontijkoek for you. I hope you can enjoy it, child.“

 Casper grinned up at her.

His and Remus‘ hand intertwined under the table. The dragon witch paid that no mind. She cut the bread and gave everyone a little piece.

 “Happy birthday, Casper.“

 She started to take everyone‘s cup. One by one, she filled in some of the tea which had steeped for a while. Well, it was less tea and more chocolate chai whatever.. He did not know. But what he knew was that the second the dragon witch started the fill his cup with this chocolate mix of hot liquid, little animals of chocolate liquid started to rise from his  cup.

They danced above their heads, chasing one another.

 He looked up, eyes gleaming.

 “Ohh!“

 Remus giggled.

 “That‘s cool! I want too! Please, dragon witch!“

 The dragon witch shook her head. She pulled out a wand. It seemed to be made of crystal candy. Colourful, shining, powerful.

She poked Remus‘ nose with it.

 “Nah, nah, little naive man. You shall get a little surprise for your birthday when it comes about. Until then, we are celebrating for Casper.“

 Ree‘s lips were fallen into a pout for just another moment. Then, he gently nudged the other.

 “I bet on the funky horse.“

 Casper frowned.

 “No, no! The cat will win.“

 The dragon witch let one animal per cup rise above their heads. Now, her cup had its turn. She catapulted a bit of the steaming liquid into the air. Promptly, a raccoon formed.

 “I hope my raccoon friend can show you what counts~“

 They ate their bread as the animals raced for them. Sometimes, they ran into one another for fun, jumped at one another and so on.

     Like that, they let the world move on for a bit longer. The animals ended up playing around and flowing into a little puddle for the other animals to enjoy. The Dragon Witch gave a little gift to Casper, but left it under his bed, like a secret.

 The duo travelled on.

They had passed the last stage, had a nice afternoon tea and now, the sun was slowly sinking down. Casper was yawning again.

 “This was a cool birthday..“

 The pink side snuggled up to Remus who held him loyally.

 “What‘s the last stage?“

 He asked softly. Remus shrugged. Casper felt his head move along, considering he was leaning onto the other with most of his weight. He stifled yet another yawn.

Remus pressed a kiss to his forehead.

 “We are right there. Come on there, my prince. I will carry you.“

 Casper did not answer verbally. His body moved to spoon Remus half-way from behind. His body was snug against the dark side‘s back. Swiftly, the journey continued.

 His eyes blinked.

 The forest seemed to be over.

There was the little hill they had seen. From there, the jungle-like forest they had been in at first was visible. It was far away, but Casper felt it in his heart that they were somewhat back where they had been before. The strawberry lake trickled into the side of the jungle. It was a fine line of thread, coloured like self-made strawberry yogurt in the summer.

 The nostalgia made Casper feel more like he was in his bed. Remus usually made him feel liker that, but also remembering nice and simple times.

He was sure the other knew about this.

Mentally, Casper focused on this for just a while. He barely realised when Remus gently settled himself and the lighter side down onto a nest. It was green and made of funny candy. Casper new it was edible Easter grass, but he did not know how it was made. It looked weird and he had never really liked the taste.

Still, he would usually ask for it, ask for the completion of a holiday child dream.

 However, he noticed a change of pressure on his butt. He hummed softly. The nest was soft, but not as soft as the air his butt had nestled against beforehand.

 “Hmm... Ree..“

 He smiled softly and patted the space next to him.

Ree sat down next to him. They enjoyed the view for a while.

 “The strawberry lake.“

 Ree nodded. He hummed, because he realised the other did not look at him but at the world created for him and him alone.

 “Can we go back here, sometimes?“

 Ree nodded once more.

Again, he made it more clear to the other, even when Casper looked up at him with his big, pink eyes.

 “Of course we can, Cas.“

 A calmness settled over his head.

 “Thank you, Ree. Really.“

 They both looked at each other, then, as if they had communicated about it, they looked back at the jungle for a while.

 “You made a great world.“

 Remus smiled.

He had made it for Casper only. Casper was more than a world to him, so he knew he would build more and more worlds for him - as long as the other would let him.

 But of course he did not say that.

He smiled, his mustache twitching a bit with it.

 “I am ready for the end.“

 Ree nodded.

This time, he did not have to indicate his approval, his understanding, any more in order for Casper to understand.

 Sounds of rustling tickled Casper‘s ears. Like a set of butterfly kisses, the light touch delighted his skin and caused some areas to curl up in a veil of goosebumps. He tilted his head a bit, towards the source of this new noise.

Around them were eggs. Not the small ones.

 Oval balls of all colours were in the lime green nest. They were sprinkled with some spots of the dark chocolate, revealing its true nature of chocolate at heart.

 “Oh?“

 Casper felt the sound leave his lips, slipping from him like a fleeting thought.

He sighed softly. A smile warmed his lips.  

Each egg was huge. Had he been standing, it would have reached just below his knees, he was sure. It was similarly broad, but definitely taller than broad.

The pink side reached out, feeling drawn to touch the eggs.

 Softly, he approached one by one. He placed his ear against the shells. All of them had sounds. Only one of them was quiet. When he listened to all of them, he glanced at Remus for just a moment, then returned to look at this egg.

 It was yellow, less oval than the others. It also did not seem as sprinkled. In fact, the golden like colour was spot-on. Or rather: spotless.

While other eggs had vibrated against his ear, sounds and movement keeping him mentally engaged, he saw this motionless egg.

 It was almost lifeless.

 A feeling of knowing came upon him.

His eyes were fixed on the one egg. Golden, glistening. It seemed to be sparkling at him and him alone.

 Attachment placed his palms onto the peculiar egg‘s shell. It seemed... surprisingly thin. Instead of a robust, thick shell, it felt as though Casper could reach right through it, almost like tracing his finger tips over the see-through veil of rice paper.

 A part of him wanted to look at Remus.  He did not know why. At this point, it felt like instinct, maybe habit. In any case, he experienced the urge to look at the dark side. Yet, he refused it.

The egg first.

This, he mused, was his time. Although provided by his lovely partner, it was a moment for him alone and he wanted to value it - for the sake of himself, really.

 Almost as if following a deeply ingrained ritual, his fingers started to grasp at the egg, carefully cracking its top. His nails scraped off the thin layer of colour. Golden fractures of colour split off of the egg.

Soon enough, the little mountain top of gold was melting away under Casper‘s magical hands. He worked until he could see enough and even reach into the inner of the egg. A little bag was inside of it. Dark.

Not candy.

 Casper‘s fingers brushed over the fabric, trying to take in which candy it could be until it occurred to him that it actually was no candy at all. It was too smooth, not sticky enough. It was light, breezy. It did not feel air-tight at all.

 He wanted to ask what this was, but his eyes were focused, his brain not even considering the idea of opening up his mouth in order to even try and produce a single sound. All he did was to open the bag and insert one hand.

The inside was.. odd? To the touch at least, he felt nothing but weirdness. Somehow, it was several textures at the same time. It was somewhat gooey, yet also firm. Was that slime over something?

 His eyebrows narrowed together, nearly meeting above his nose.

 He pushed his thumb into the item.

It felt very much solid, covered in something like grime.

 Attachment gently retreated his hand. He had his eyes closed. He had not even realised it, but he must have done it during the time of him trying to feel just what it was. He was guessing mentally, was attempting to understand it all.

When his eyes fluttered open, his freckles were a faded, peach colour. He blinked a few times.

 The item was not just small enough to fit into his palm, it also seemed to reach around his palm. It was spheric, hollow inside. His hand fit right through.

He looked properly at it, squinting ever so carefully. The line around his hand was made of interwoven tentacles. Green goo was dripping from it. It was translucent, yet did not feel disgusting. It was smooth and silky, instead of sticky and stranger.

It felt as natural as water to his hand but did not stain him or wet his fingers.

 “Wh-“

 Now, his mouth was moving. But he stopped himself at once.

He did not know what to say. He wanted to say so much, wanted to what this was. His brain assembled the pieces, slowly solving the puzzle one object at a time.

 This was the most Remus gift ever, for the most Casper person in the world.

Attachment scratched at his friendship bracelet. He had made them all, for any side Thomas had, any side he knew and liked. He had made them and sometimes, the others did not even wear theirs.

Not once person had returned the favour, had given him a similar treatment.

 “Thank you..“

 He took a really deep breath.

His body was in Remus‘ arms all of a sudden, his body moving into its right place right by his partner.

 This piece of weird string, eternally dripping its weird, unaffecting goo, was a symbol of so much more. The tentacles never-ending, never stopping. It was snug against his ankle soon. Remus‘ hands hugged the root of his foot, gently squeezing it before putting it back down onto the bottom of the nest.

 The first eggs started to crack around them. Little blocks of Turkish delights, flush and warm in colour were starting to jump around them, up and down. They made funky, wet sounds.

Slurp, Smorf.

 They shared a giggle.

This time, Ree let the other cry.

 When Remus curled up in bed, Casper was with him, a little ball of ducky onesie in his arms, a trail of crystal sparkles over his cheeks, stopping right above the curl of his smile.

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seven, invisible string, mad woman, hoax :)

7. 🪐 seven: which album has the best track order?

I am very attached to Fearless. Most of the other ones I'd definitely move things around (the back half of Lover......) but that one fits just fine as is.

I do keep thinking about the ringer podcast where they pointed out that rep is *almost* divided into A+B sides, if she hadn't been so beholden to needing a track 5 and switched Delicate and This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things. It would've worked so well! Bah.

11. 🗝 invisible string: which album had your favorite photo shoot/album aesthetic?

Lover is just SO fun. All the color and cotton candy joy, what's not to love!

12. 🎹 mad woman: what taylor lyric was most shocking on your first listen?

I still remembering hitting the chorus on "The Man" and realizing, oh shit she's going there. Like, rep she'd been pissed, but it was all kinda showy. The Man felt more authentic?

On a more personal level, "I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" from Cruel Summer.

16. 🌲 hoax: what is your favorite closing track?

Personal favorite, New Year's Day. It's such a sweet small end to the rep journey. ♥ It does make it jarring circling back to the start of the album though.

It's not as strong of a song, but I also really like Daylight to close out Lover. It's like a mission statement for the album and her outlook going forward.

#Meme me #Vee replies #actuallylorelaigilmore

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[a/n: cannot express enough how stress-y 😞 i am abt all my work projects this weekend, hence all these tumblr breaks and and and the not-one-but-*two*-somethings i’m gonna share here]

from the part 3 wip of my eddissy series:

El Hopper is reading tarot cards. Jason isn’t particularly happy about it, good Christian boy that he is — good Christian boy he says he is, with an inexpertly rolled joint between his teeth every time Chrissy sees him, and she imagines what he’d say if he saw her walking around like that, brazen and smoking and doing whatever she wants — but he knows better than to snap at Chief Hopper’s daughter, especially with that joint between his teeth.

El hadn’t noticed his tense jaw, anyway. She’s been shuffling her deck, a ragged pack of oversized cardstock painted with bright colors that look worn-in, muted as if they’d spent too long in the sun. She doles them out while Max Mayfield collects crumpled five-dollar bills and zips them into a fabric pencil case, zig-zagged hot pink with a bright yellow CAUTION sticker stuck to the back.

She’s told three cheerleaders, matter-of-fact, to break up with their boyfriends; one of them has, and another is having a very serious conversation with her boyfriend in one of the guest rooms.

Chrissy doesn't really get it, but she’s curious.

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Eddie’s all tattered jeans and a ragged leather jacket, all worn-down denim and nicotine-stained fingers, callused by guitar strings and not-really-caring. 

And Chrissy, she’s… 

She’s perfume that makes his sweet tooth ache, he’s not sure what, exactly — vanilla, almond, cake batter? — but it’s thick and sugar-sweet and he wants to lick it off his fingers. Shimmery pink mouth like the sheen of cream soda. Soft, she’s soft — her hair, her smiles, the way she walks, soft but she stays on his mind all the time, soft and sticky like cotton candy, and he — 

Fuck. He’s kinda drunk, huh?

#dash games #eddissy #eddissy fic #kattyshack fic

[jackals-ships]

content: allusions to canon typical violence, all hancock knows is be gay and badly flirt

Fancy Meeting You Here

If you lived in Goodneighbor you knew Jackal, or certainly you knew about them.

Lil ex vault dweller, absolute ray of sunshine that was so sweet it was a wonder they hadn't been killed yet. Daisy told him once that she had a problem with some radroaches and Jackal took care of em.

Literally.

They scooped them up into their arms and just carried em on out. Apparently they also brought em lil bits of food they could spare, looked up at Daisy with those sweet lil puppy eyes of theirs and said that the only reason they got into her shop was they were hungry.

Oh sure they could posture real big, get a lil loud when they needed to, one time he overheard that they yelled up a storm at a gunner who came by and was being rude to KL-E-0, sent the man bolting. But deep down? Hancock was pretty sure Jackal was what happened when you took cotton candy and made it into a person.

Which was why when Farenheit pulled em into his office he was so fucking confused. to listen to Farenheit tell it they had helped break into his store room, Bobbie No-Nose was the one who seemed to be in charge but they had helped. There was a bit of a fire fight but everyone seemed to come out okay, Jackal for their part had frozen up, No-Nose had run off to who knows where. He was inclined to not believe it but they looked...upset. Guilty.

It tugged at his heart strings something fierce.

"...You sure? Look at em Farenheit. They're just a lil man- shit you cool with me calling you a lil man?" They started before giving him a nod, nervously gnawing away at their lip. "They're just a lil man. Shit a, a mole rat is scarier than they are."

Farenheit for her part rolled her eyes at him. "No boss I just thought it'd be funny to drag them in here. Yes I'm sure."

"Alright Fare, out. I wanna speak to sunshine here alone." She gave him a nod before leaving, the door clicking behind her sounding far too loud in the ensuing silence.

He took a moment to just...look at em. He met them only briefly when they first came to Goodneighbor, Finn tried to pull the extortion crap so he.. handled it. They got real pale and a lil jumpy after, made him almost regret his decision. After that they didn't seem to avoid him but they didn't go out of their way to seek him either.

Now? They were back to being skittish, tugging at their sleeves and trying to avoid looking right at him. It was... Actually kinda cute. Course that's because all of them was pretty cute but he wasn't gonna say that out loud.

Could think it though, in the safety of his thoughts.

They were a wiry little thing, the kind he could probably pick up and carry around even if they had a good few inches on him. Big ol dark brown puppy eyes framed by bleached blond hair that kept falling down in their face a little. Had a couple of freckles too that he was filled with the strange deep desire to touch. But. No. he had a job to do. "Spill."

"... sorry?" Shit they were quiet.

"Tell me why you did it. If ya did it, honestly I'm shocked you'd be capable of something like this."

It took a few more moments of fidgeting before they responded. "Bobbie asked if I wanted a job. Said it was gonna just be digging and and like I'm not that. Not that strong? But digging isn't too bad. And I needed the caps, don't have much experience for anything else and I don't..like much else. there were uh mirelurks? the other folks I was down there with got spooked off so she had me go to diamond city and break out an old friend. I." The babbling stopped as they took in a deep breath, looking terrified. of..him?

"she she said we were going to the diamond city store room. I I've never liked the mayor. so I agreed to finish helping but then we came out of the tunnel and and it turns out she lied and I tried to stop her! I told her this was stupid and mrs farenheit said we could just leave and we should and I. I'm sorry hanock I."

Shit, ohh shit they looked on the verge of tears. "Hey, hey, hey. Deep breaths sunshine...there we go. Atta boy." The flush that spread across their cheeks didn't escape his notice. Cute… "I believe you. you...you trust easy don'tcha doll?"

"Not..not really? but bobbie. I mean she was really nice to me.."

"Nice aint always good kid." Another brief pause while he scrutinized them. "Alright this is how it's gonna work: since you honestly believed you were going to Diamond City you're not in too much trouble. But you're gonna be working for me for a little while." A raised hand before they could speak. "I ain't gonna make you do anything you don't want. Really it's just gonna be a lot of busy work, running things to people I don't feel like dealing with, talking to some folks for me. You dig?"

It took them a moment but they nodded. "I. yeah. yeah I can do that." Some of the tension had already bled out of them, leaving them not trying to make themself as little. Shit they were taller than he anticipated. Huh. "Thank, thank you Mr Hancock I was..worried. When Farenheit made me talk to you."

A lil hand wave at em while he fought down his own slight blush. "Just Hancock will do sunshine. If ya don't mind the ask though, why were you scared?" ("I wasn't scared-" "You looked half ready to jump out of your skin and make a bolt for the nearest window."

"...cuz of uh. the guy. Finn?" ah. There was that little stirring of guilt in his stomach.

"Finn was an asshole sweetheart, had been doing that for years. Plus he threatened your sweet self and that's a crime that can't go unpunished. You though...I know you're a good person. I won't hurt you. Well unless you ask real nice o course." Mixing in some slight flirting with his statement seemed to finally fully relax them, getting em to give out a brief little laugh.

"I uh. pff I'll keep that in mind. Thank you. should, do you want me to stay closer or or am I good to just hang out at the Rex?" Have em sleep in your bed a niggling lil part of his brain tried to convince him. Keep em close keep em safe safe safe by your side.

"I'll set you up with a room sunshine, give you a few days to get settled in and then I'll have you working alright? For now just go...do whatever it is ya do on your off days and send me back Farenheit." The smile they gave him was a sincere one before they scurried off out the door and a slipped in.

"..You got it bad Hancock." She gave him one of those sardonic smirks of hers that he responded with by simply flipping her off.

...She was right though.

He'd known Jackal properly for not even a full day yet and he was already head over heels.

Well…..

Fuck.

#jackals barks #okay 2 rb #no touch me im gay hfkdk #GOD now i need a proper ship name huh