#like yeah i drew them being silly but that is NOT how it went LOL

[dreamychaika]

what it looks like during your first playthrough

#i actually consider this moment in the game to be quite. heavy #like yeah i drew them being silly but that is NOT how it went LOL #omori #omori basil #omori sunny #basil omori #sunny omori #also i didnt paint over the youtube user's icon this is just how youtube looks like in my country. nobody has profile pics #.png

[withered--s0uls]

OKAY, I think I'm done for now.

@electrozeistyking and I a little while ago talked about how GD!N would react to DAS!Cyn. They went on about in a reblog but basically he would be extremely happy bc DAS!Cyn is a separate entity to the Absolute Solver, therefore meaning she's not the one behind everything.

So at first they probably both would be extremely happy. DAS!Cyn in her own AU upon meeting N first is absolutely terrified that he might hate her after everything the AS made her do. So the fact GD!N would react very positively to her presence would be a huge a relief to her.

Now, the issue is that the "Dormant" in "Dormant" Absolute Solver is in quotations for a reason. It simply lost interest in her as a main host / had no need for her anymore. It still has admin rights over DAS!Cyn and she still has a Solver Form. Though she doesn't use it by choice bc of PTSD triggers (until possibly a specific point in Ep7 but I'm waiting for ep8 to decide).

So yeah I think that would make both GD!N and DAS!Cyn kinda anxious to put it lightly.

(More Art and stuff under cut because this crossover has been living RENT FREE IN MY HEAD)

Also fun fact

@electrozeistyking has mentioned and shown Beanie finding comfort in the sound of her fathers core.

Well funny story.

DAS!Cyn always was comforted by her brothers core back at the manor, when they first reuite at the start of Ep6 and she sees DAS!Uzi summon her Solver wings and tail, her instinct is pressing closer to DAS!Ns chest for comfort. Her memories of the Solver features are very very blurry, but she is triggered by seeing them regardless.

I thought It was cute the girls have that in common, so I decided to draw them and GD!N sleeping with the girls having their heads close to his core :3

OKAY FINALLY WE GET TO THE DOODLE PAGE

I didn't feel like fully making these so they're sketchy doodles :"

The first two are based on Zeisty saying GD!N would probably pick DAS!Cyn up and spin her around. Also you probably noticed between this doodle, the first drawing & the Tiny!N & DAS crossover post, but DAS!Cyn displays flowers on her visor to emote happiness!

The 3rd and 4th are just random interactions between the kiddos lol. I feel like Beanie probably would be happy to have another Auntie, not to mention one closer to her age so they can do silly kid stuff together. DAS!Cyn... oh boy

She would feel a whole range of emotions; grief about missing so much of her brothers life (like he has a kid ffs), guilt and self blame after finding out what happened to Uzi (she blames herself for everything the AS caused, even tho she never agreed to it) which might end up in a "slight" breakdown, anger at the AS for causing GD!N that kind of pain and eventually once she processed all those emotions she probably would be excited to get to know Beanie. Like!! Imagine finding out you have a little Niece!!

She probably would struggle to easily keep up with Beanie bc she still has motor issues like in canonverse so she's a little slower, so it'd be mostly her trying not to fall over her own feet whilst being dragged around by an excited toddler who probably even with child lock is stronger than her lmao.

Also I drew DAS!Cyn in an alternate outfit bc I wanted to actually kinda show the oil reserve canister,,,

Ok wanting to respond to the hashtags specifically bc :)) yay

Also ig this is some DAS lore fact drops lol

Yeah, DAS!Cyn kinda didn't take it well either when she first realized the AS technically can still take over if it really wanted to after she transferred bodies in an attempt to escape. Imagine getting your core nearly crushed in an attempt to flee from robo satan just to find out entity STILL can use you for their bidding. Like!!! Damn that's not fair the kid nearly fucking died trying to break free!!!

DAS!Cyn definitely would want to spare Beanie the horrors too. DAS!Cyn herself is mentally like 7-10/11 at best 6-9 at worst -- despite kids usually just saying whatever comes to mind, she repressed most AS related stuff for a reason, she definitely wouldn't share what she knows with her newfound niece

I feel things would be either super great and happy or super traumatizing depending on when in the timeline we throw DAS!Cyn at them. If she's there during ep 6-7? Oh boy. Oh no. DAS!Cyn & DAS!N have an exchange during Ep7 that would not go over so well if it was GD!N in DAS!Ns place, because it would be awfully similar to GD!Uzis death -- she doesn't die, because DAS!N can't get himself to shoot with her being so close to the AS, despite her literally shouting at him to do it and that she won't be angry, that'll be fine. -- yeah I don't think GD!N would handle that well 😭 Zeisty feel free to get the angst train rolling if you wanna add your two cents on how that'd go over -- any point before that? Probably fine. Post S1? I'd imagine also fine depending on what Ep8 throws at us (except like... look at ideas list for more info*)

I'll assume that'd be Beanie reacting to seeing DAS!Cyn having the Solver tail and possibly the glitching Solver symbol in her visor. Yeah she definitely would try to play it off and go try and hide somewhere until she can get it under control again. High stress or negative emotions causes her Solver to act up (unrelated to the AS, just her own Solver form without the entity controlling anything!!) So what I said above to her reaction to the news of GD!Uzi being dead? And possibly finding out the reason why? Yeah that might trigger her tail and wings to pop out and her to basically be reduced to a hyperventilating ball on the floor because of proceeding to blame herself for all of GD!Ns suffering due to thinking the AS actions & it being a danger are her fault

Other things I kinda wanted to doodle but didn't for now, might do at a later point;

Cyn still has a Solver Core, which is the same as a DD core (except smaller lol). So I was playing with the idea of Beanie noticing that her core sounds different from GD!Ns due to hers being severely damaged and actively leaking after the AS attempted to crush it during the body transfer. DAS!Cyn then trying to play it off

Some kind of acknowledgement of the Oil reserve canister on DAS!Cyns back, it was made by Tessa before the AS did the medurder and stuff. It's supposed to help keep the Solver in check by preventing overheating, hence why its directly connected to her chest where her core is

There was something else but it slipped my mind

Smth I'm not gonna say publicly for now until Zeisty posts something about it and/or eventually posts the chapters bc I don't want to spoil esp not bc it isn't my place to :" (if you're curious, Zeisty, lmk I can tell you in VC or DMs lol) but it partly would possibly be related to the 1st idea listed

* I have an idea for what happens to Cyns original body (the one the AS uses & that wears Tessa) post Ep8 IF Ep8 let's me do it that is. I think it could be fun to crossover that idea bc of GD!Ns ghost sight.... tho it definitely also would be fucking stressful and trauma inducing bc Solver stuff sooo yeah rip (again, if you want I could elaborate in vc or DMs on this bc I want to first wait and see what the season finale brings before I do anything "official" with this)

GD!N reacting to the information that DAS!Cyn canonly shot "Tessas" gun at the AS (well technically at its tentacles. Point being that kid fired a gun/knows how to use one) -- which again could be very interesting if we were to toss them into the same Ep7 bc that's when she does it

Possibly GD!N finding out ab the scars/cracks surrounding DAS!Cyns core bc,,, yeah

Anyways uuuhh heightbsheet bc I'm 99% sure I drew stuff inaccurate

These were actually so fun to draw and think & talk about. I'll post the GD x IC crossover once I'm done with that (yes, yes there is more than what you already saw Zeisty. Not much more but more nonetheless)

#murder drones #serial designation n #md n #md au #ghost drone au #dormant absolute Solver au #dormant absolute Solver #ghost drone #beanie doorman #ghost drone n #gd!n #cyn #md cyn #cyn murder drones #das!cyn #das au #ElectroZeistyKing #yes youre a tag now #GD x DAS #Ghost Drone x “Dormant” Absolute Solver #au crossover #fanart #fanart for mutuals #fanart for others #Solver Cyn #technically #das au lore #its mentioned #my art #Souls Art

[kstaki]

FLT Niigata Report

Actually wanted to just say some stuff I notice and thought when watching. No spoiler for the basic story plot just some stuff that caught my eye & opinion.Plus what I roughly remember from the Act 2 their talk and concert.

Btw Himeno & Rita are wearing Heels and Platform compare to G-Rosso.

I feel like in this story Rita seems to stand out (express themselves) a lot I love every moment they appear. (They do have their screaming moment 🫣) maybe I am bias but I did watch everyone looking out at things.

Yanma was wearing glasses 🤓 at one point lol

There is definitely the sibling moments in the story between Gira & Racles 😊 (Can I just spoil Gira call Racles Onii-Chan?)

There are some really good pairing moments 🫣

Also the props were amazing and I like how they make use of the stage to hide their OhgerCalibur and Kumonoslayer.

First show there were mishaps 😂

Like Rita was supposed to take out their OhgerCalibur from their back but was struggling to do so. There is an extra who usually helps them take it out.

Then Racles in Suit apparently had his cape caught in his horn while fighting 😂

Probably still have somemore but these two are one I remember 😆

(I can’t remember everything so I would say basically what I remember could be wrong i apologize but it a long day…)

Act 2 for first show

They first performed Chikyuu Dance ( Zenryoku King) yes Racles is also inside

Then they announce their guest.

Shiokara introduced himself normally while Morfonia introduced herself in Rita manner.

King solve problem

I think they took a question from audience, then they let Morfonia choose and she wanted someone with glasses.

I think they ask Racles do something but I forgot what it was 😅

Then there is another question like what to do about children like and dislike.

They all were discussing but we could still hear them talk can’t remember what they say in the end. I only just remember the guys admitting they have stuff they don’t like then Yanma saying he doesn’t like tomato but tomato sauce he can?

Afterwards

King Swap (I think that what it was?)

They are supposed to pull out a paper and act similar to the character that is currently on stage.

Gira was up and he acted like Racles but also in a silly way (if i remember correctly is like the Yano side)

Yanma act like Gira but somehow he sort of added himself inside. Since there was a part he acted like ‘Gira’ had to do this part but he couldn’t do it. So he ask Yanma for help who show it to him.

Matsumoto-San (MC) then ask audience who they wanted to do it hot fav was of course Jeramie.

He drew himself out but change then end up with Kaguragi. It was apparently about his muscles

Apparently Jeramie said something before hand (I forgot what it was) before saying like melon and showing off his muscles left and right before repeating the movement again but this time with the word watermelon.

At first beginning Kaguragi look slightly embarrassed like he didn’t believe he did that but soon join in doing same movement last word after watermelon which was pumpkin?

Matsumoto-San asked if Kaguragi if Jeramie got him right which of course being Kaguragi say it perfect.

They still had time so Matsumoto-San ask who they (audience) wanted do next everyone scream Racles.

Racles end up picking Shiokara, who infamous line is Yanma-Kun!!!

So yeah APPARENTLY RACLES DID TOO FAR! HE GOT INTO CHARACTER & STARTED RUNNING AROUND THE STAGE “YANMA-KUN” HE EVEN JUMP IN BTW THE RUN.

Once he was done Matsumoto-San ask Shiokara who deny ever doing that sort of run that Racles did. That happen to be like the Naruto run 🤣

Afterward it was the character song

When everyone was taking their penlight. Rita had wander behind I thought they were going to take a sip or something.

Morfonia was all set to just cheer until Rita told her they had work.

Morfonia upsetting put down the light stick just as Rita turn around to show they had zip down their collar. They straight went into Rittan mode.

Both of them started to dance and not so sure if Rita was singing while dancing 😅 (I like to believe they are) I really like them both dancing to the song especially how previously Rita had ask Morfonia to learn the dance the day before Sapporo FLT 😂 so I guess if Morfonia is around and Rita is singing she has to wor-I mean dance.

After Rita was done they announced next one was Gira-Chi! In which Gira had announced himself as Gira-Chi. They run off stage (now that I think about it maybe they went to change their shoes? Because I think it was difficult to dance in platform?) they came back when the song already start with their collar zip up.

Gira had a microphone instead in his hand to sing and in middle of performance Racles went up to him. Like a proud big brother cheering beside him while he sing (I can’t remember if he put his arm around his shoulder or not but I think so)

Then it ended they say their thanks to the audience. (I don’t recall first one but the next two is epic)

Second show time

Act 2

During the Chikyuu Dance (Zenryoku King) apparently Himeno accidentally turn wrong side but quickly turns. However Racles notice because he was beside her he was apparently sort of teasing her about it by his facial expression.

Basically it was like this left to right Yanma, Himeno, Racles, Gira, Jeramie, Rita and Kaguragi.

Then they introduced the guest Shiokara the same, Morfonia this time did it in Rita-Mofu voice.

They did a bit of small talk apparently if I remember correctly Matsumoto-San was asking Himeno about Niigata especially like she had like a friend or acquaintance. Then somehow Himeno refer she know from Murakami Erica (So yeah they are still them (character) in this show😂)

This time it wqs Skapon Tanuki game

Basically it was where you are given 2 different scenario & you just say ‘Skapon Tanuki’ to it. The rest have to guess which one so the scenario they are acting out.

(I don’t remember the scenario sorry)

Himeno was up first so she did her Skapon Tanuki. While the rest were discussing.

Himeno interacted with the fans to do penlight wave.

When they decided on their answer apparently Racles did an A pose which was like hand against his side and he did almost like a small split. They were all comment and laughing at him. Then Rackes was saying that the can do A clap for him which was two finger like ✌🏽 victory pose and then one finger on the other hand. Then clap the victory pose onto to the other one.

They got Himeno correct

Next was Gira who did a bit of wave but later just played with the audience. Like he move either left or right we had to copy him so like he was testing us.

Once they decided, I think they said B. Once again Racles did a B pose. I think it was like his arm curve to his side and one leg curve against the other. I forgot how they did the B hand 😅 but Gira said it was wrong.

They all question him and somehow Gira was figuring out how to explain so he took out a snack hidden him. He open it and start eating which everyone was questioning him what was he doing. He said he needed the snacks to explains. Yet while he was explaining they were all saying it didn’t seem like it. I can’t remember if he admit he might does it wrong or not (The Kings & aides refuse to be wrong lol)

Afterward Kaguragi turns who after he did his Skapon-Tanuki. He immediately ask the audience if they know his colour 😆 then Kaguragi just did whatever he can with the audience with the penlight while the rest discuss.

They guess it correctly and yes Racles still did his body pose answer 😂

Afterward it was like Niigata sort of promoting their prefecture, it was voluntarily. Yanma went up first then follow by Rita. Apparently both of them did food & in their roll call sort of momentum. (I don’t recall what they said 😭 but it sound & felt like that)

Yet Yanma was so impressed with Rita that he went up to sort of give their approval which is like fist bump. (Considering they always don’t get along lol)

Then Matsumoto-San said they can do one more. Somehow the audience sabotaged Racles to do it who was taken back. He really couldn’t think what to say and even if he did. It was sort of short which confused the rest. Only Yanma & Rita had the guts to sort of well applauded him but by doing the A applauded like I mention earlier. (I THINK THEY WERE TEASING HIM)

Racles was like stop itttttt he was like embarrassed.

Next was character song.

Himeno performed first while I can’t say much it a normal performance but I always notice everyone always trying to figure out the penlight colour 😂 (they always help out each other)

Next was Jeramie who performed

There was one part while he was performing Racles was being…playful and was like swaying side to side behind him.

Apparently if I remember correctly Kaguragi was still figuring out the colour with Rita then once he got it. He went over to Racles and then they started doing swaying side to side even while Jeramie was performing 😂

After that was final word so Racles wanted to do a call & response. So he did two one was

Call: Tami wa

Response: Dogu

Call: Watashi ga

Response: Kuni da

Basically it is infamous line. People are tool and he is country.

Jeramie was next I think drawing of heart. He did it before asking us to be silent before say aishiteru and with a bang? (I honestly cannot remember but I remember he did a bang)

As afterward I think Kaguragi also did a bang but I complete forgot because of the next part…

Rita was like I promise everyone we will be together forever. Then pause…does anyone want to be shot by me?

OF COURSE EVERYONE RESPONSE

Rita did the shooting pose and Bang!

(I nearly die…)

THAT I COMPLETELY FORGOT YANMA AND HIMENO but if I am correct Yanma was just saying Skapon Tanuki to us and Himeno call response.

Morfonia did call and respond but approval from Rita.

So she did

Call: Gokkan

Response: Fudo

Also the reason Yanma doesn’t do call & response if Shiokara is around since he do it for him so it.

Call: Yanma-Kun

Response: Kakkoi!

(Yanma-Kun is cool)

Gira had one too but I don’t remember 😅

Third show Act 2

Morfonia intro herself normally

It was like what does a King do on their off day.

Rita and Morfonia was up first apparently they both disappeared into the backstage. They had reappear on stage with Moffun fan and a big Moffun. Apparently they went shopping for Moffun.

I read somewhere the fan said Moffun hardcore fan? Then behind was 同担拒否 i am not sure how to translate that 😅

Morfonia was showing off her big Moffun while Rita was saying they got a small one given to them by their fav idol Iko Marina. Then they started calling out for them.

(In episode 38 Rittan idol, the idol that appear who thought she was in Sentai production)

And yeah Ikoma Rina was in the room (I read she show off her Rita’s towel I was on second floor so didn’t see)

Yanma and Shiokara were saying they weren’t sure how to top that…

They sort of did like a fishing trip 😂 where they haven’t caught anything until finally they did.

Only to be disappointed the reason they caught nothing because hook was stuck on Yanma’s shoes?

Then they did like janga? Almost like it a comedy skit

Then they had time for one more Matsumoto-San was asking? I think or he already decide. Since yeah Racles name got call again. (apparently he can’t take a break)

So it Gira & Racles

Apparently they choose scenario where Racles was waiting for Gira while queuing for food.

Gira finally arrive and Racles wanted to pull him to where he was waiting. However someone stop him saying it not good to cut line.

Racles was very persistent since he say Gira wanted to eat while Gira was trying not make a scene. It ended when they realize the person stopping them is Douga 🤣

Then they did janga also which Yanma and Shiokara were protesting 😂

Next is

Is Himeno selfish?

To honest I think all these moment is just when she not ahem in character ahem.

Matsumoto-San was asking everyone scenario.

Apparently Rita & Kaguragj kept raising their hand and trying to get attention only to get scolded by Matsumoto-San.

I know Kaguragi Rita and Racles? Yanma a bit also got give their input that she is not selfish.

I don’t recall much but I remember one being the pizza.

Kaguragi was saying like she would order pizza and sharing it with the rest.

Himeno just responded she wouldn’t be able to finished it that why.

Basically even scenario Himeno was just denying being not selfish.

Of course the audience had to decide if she was being selfish or not with the clap. Himeno was trying to get us to show she is selfish but of course 😆 she couldn’t.

So it concluded she isn’t selfish.

Finally the last part…

Apparently everyone decide to do call & response.

Racles was the same as 2nd show. Then Jeramie wanted to try it out and (he was being a bit mean lol)

Call: Jeramie Suki Kai?

Response: Daisuke!

He kept doing it but in between he was like about to say Kaguragi name but stop. (Usually he like to ask if they like Kaguragi too sometimes)

So yeah this is where the Kings start to get petty since like Jeramie was getting TOOO much attention.

Kaguragi was next.

Call: Tofu min wa!

Response: Chikyuichi

Kaguragi then like smirks to Jeramie

Rita was next who wanted to do cal and response also.

Call: Zutto

Response: Issho

Rita also smirks at Jeramie

Himeno was next

Call: Watashi ga tsuyokutte ittara

Response: Utsukushi

Himeno turn to smirks at Jeramie who wasn’t sure what to say but was just smiling about it.

(I love when they just want to out do one another like in G-Rosso the penlight! Sadly I don’t think Racles has a colour 🥲)

Of course Yanma didn’t bother since Shiokara did his call and response again like 2nd show.

Morfonia was like since Rita did already call and response she like never mind. Rita say she can still do like before

Apparently Morfonia got too excited and say can it be Gokkan & Rita? Rita probably a bit puzzle say ok

Call: Gokkan to Rita

Response: Fudo

Morton is joke that Rita cannot move from their spot then Rita was like then they cannot leave Niigata 😂😅

I save the best for last of course

Gira say he really thought long and hard for it his call & response since his last one was that good.

Call: Red Panda

Response: Gira Hasty

IT WAS SO FUNNY AND GOOD HAHAHA I will just like to say Gira won this ‘unofficial’ contest hahaha 🤣

Oh yeah at the end of the show Gira will always do call & response with us. His infamous line.

Call: Sekai O

Response: Shihai Suru!

Wahhh I don’t know how the people who go watch show remember so well. I don’t remember much but like bit and pieces…so yeah. Well I doubt my next event I have to remember much I think 🤣

Anyway thanks for anyone who read until the end and sorry if it messy hahaha I tried…

#ohsama sentai kingohger #kingohger #flt #fltniigata

[decamarks]

i bought ultrakill forever ago but never got around to playing it. what is the deal why has it spawned such a dedicated fanbase. you seem like you'd know....

IT'S JUST REALLY GODDAMN FUN!!! that's the short answer and honestly the best answer. it's really ridiculously fun. like probably one of the most fun games to ever exist.

there is a ridiculous amount of care and skill and soul packed into every design choice; it culminates in some of the most immaculately ecstatic and visceral gameplay i've ever experienced. it cannot be understated how brilliant this game's design is. the only way to really understand why it excels is to just play it!

if you'd like an anecdote to represent the overall ultrakill experience, here's mine: when i played the demo for the first time, after maybe 5 minutes i became so physically nauseous that i had to stop. and in that time i immediately went to get the full game. it's DELIGHTFUL. (see also: jerma's playthrough where he starts screaming "humans aren't supposed to be doing this" during a boss fight.)

but even aside from pure gameplay, there really is a lot to love… there's a certain self-aware sincerity to everything. it's unabashed on purpose, and in the best ways possible. despite its obviously absurd violence, don't at all mistake ultrakill for something cynical or misanthropic—there's a lot of depth and heart dancing beneath the surface, a lot of it in places i didn't expect to see it, and so much that i didn't expect to appreciate nearly as much as i do.

[okay this got too long. the rest is going DOWN HERE ↓]

like okay, obviously the music is just. insane. the goddamn midi metal/breakcore genre fusion is THE most hilarious and unfathomably genius stylistic choice that could have been made. and it's not even just that!! there's ambient & drone & harsh noise influence all across the ost, which just enchants and delights me. i DEFINITELY didn't expect it, but i love it. (the fact that there's like, a level named after a sunn o))) song, and that the latest update contains a godawful joke about trout mask replica might tell you exactly what kind of game ultrakill is, or it might tell you literally nothing.)

the writing and worldbuilding can be rich and compassionate in ways i really didn't expect, too... it's so evident that it's a work of passion, with really sincere and often sweet philosophies sprinkled throughout all the bloodshed and grotesque silliness—and often within them. it makes me smile! also gabriel is a really good character. people go apeshit over that guy. for good reason. he's just REALLY good.

if you're just interested in understanding its amassed fanbase, yeah ultrakill's is pretty ridiculous and dedicated. and it's extremely deserved! the game is fun & the characters are fun. being in early access, it's kinda built on ongoing feedback, so it makes sense people are invested. the devs really seem to embrace the fanbase wholeheartedly, which helps a lot too. that is also why, kind of inexplicably, ultrakill is kind of a gay & horny game. please note that i do not say these things flippantly or lacking deliberation; there's an extremely good essay to be written about gayness across ultrakill & its communities. like aside from the general hilarity of a game having official buttplug support, the fact that the dev team hired an artist specifically because he drew a lot of incredibly beautiful/obscene depictions of gabriel DOES say a lot. this, of course, makes ultrakill 100x better.

anyway that's the basics. i could definitely write THOUSANDS of words about this game and that's honestly... not what i expected when i booted it up the first time LOL. it really just happened to appeal to a lot of things i sincerely adore, in an unexpectedly sincere way—all while being a STUPIDLY good game.

TL;DR: it's a fun robot video game where you shoot things. and there's blood and explosions. it's good you should play it

#ultrakill #for the record i haven't actually been into it for that long... it's been around for years now so i'm relatively new to it. #but MAN it's great. thank you for giving me the opportunity to blurt out all my thoughts about it LOL #going through the game's developer museum today has me thinking about Making Things in general. it's seriously inspiring... #i just love when you can see heart and soul and passion positively bleeding through a piece of work. AAAGHH...

[eirian]

i love how i went from obsessed with danny phantom to Very Normal about dragon ball to absolutely str8 up batshit insane about inazuma eleven

its like. ok so i was seriously obsessed with dp for a long time, if yall followed me from that u remember how i was. it was my life. i literally named myself after dan phantom, thats why my name is dan and that is my legal name to this day. but dragon ball came along and entranced me so hard i actually was completely pulled out of danny phantom despite it being such a huge thing in my life at the time. and that lasted for a few years until suddenly these children with their silly powers and a soccer ball came into my life and said "join our soccer club!" and i was like yknow? i will do that. i will join your soccer club

so inazuma eleven was so strong and good that it pulled me out of my dragon ball obsession (for the most part). i am still HEAVILY interested and in love with dragon ball--i have four db tattoos and my middle and last names are dragon ball references for crying out loud. I WEAR GOKU SHOES!!!--but like. inazuma eleven is str8 up my favorite anime. probably my favorite show in general. it SURPASSED dragon ball as an interest for me and that was a huge feat if you knew me

i swear dude like there was a point where my ENTIRE FIT, EVEN WHEN I WENT OUT IN PUBLIC, was dragon ball. literally from head to toe. hat, shirt, necklace, pants, socks, shoes, and yes, even underwear. i wore dragon ball underwear. honestly i still fucking would if i hadnt grown too fat to fit into them anymore but hey i can always buy new ones baby!!!! i was kind of embarrassing to look at, frankly!!!! like oh my god you can ask my wife and even my family i had this one shirt (i even drew myself in it a few times) that was like, raditz's armor? but you could see his cleavage a little too, it was like one of those stupid muscle shirts. and everyone around me HATED IT (i found out abt this later thankfully LOL) but it was my FAVORITE shirt. it made me SO happy to be wearing merch of my favorite blorbo at the time. and i loved it so much i didnt even register (or care i guess?) how ugly and embarrassing it was. i was blinded by love tbh

where was i going with this. erm

yeah like. dragon ball is still a big part of my life but inazuma eleven is probably more important to me now tbh. and im not complaining abt that at all

dragon ball is how i met my wife, and it shaped a lot of who i am today, but inazuma eleven is kind of something my wife and i share specifically between us and bonded over heavily and thats part of why its so important to me <:3 so. ya

sorry for another super long text post ramble abt inazuma eleven im just very feeling it tonight i guess !!!!

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hi again cutie 💕👻 Can i get Pumpkins again for Kidx F!Reader i need more scenarios with Kidd and his kids 🥺💕 Imagine the little one making cute faces on the Pumpkins 😫💕

Bye bye 💕🎃

Hello Hello love! 💜✨💜Yes of course I will gladly do this for you honey!!! NGL Kid dad is the flipping cutest thing ever and too funny too lol! I hope you enjoy love!!! TW: kids

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Before there was any cutting of the pumpkins the kids were allowed to design the face of the pumpkin they got. But first the kids had to hollow out their pumpkins removing the seeds from the inside. “Oooooo is this what brain feels like dad???” the curious boy asked his father who was removing  his own seeds from his pumpkin. “I think it might be more slimy. I would consider this to be like your guts.” Kid smiled at his son. Once they got all the seeds out of the pumpkin they were handed a marker to begin to draw the faces on the pumpkins. Each year Kid wanted to create a  scary pumpkin face. When he was satisfied with the expression of his now scary pumpkin “Alright let me see those scary faces.” Each child turned their pumpkin around and instead of the spooky faces he saw silly faces even our pumpkin had a smiling face. “Aww these are all so cute kids!” looking at all the cute pumpkin designs kiddos” you smiled at their designs. “Babe what's the matter?” “Where’s the angry brows or sharper looking teeth” when he was paying closer attention each pumpkin seemed to resemble someone on the ship, the youngest child interpretation of  Kid smiling. “Is that me??” he asked the youngest child. “Yeah! This is the face you make when you get excited about something dad! It looks a lot like you!” the youngest child exclaimed. Kid felt his heart strings being pulled a bit that his children wanted replicas of some of the crew members as their pumpkins faces. “Now that you mention it.” he smirked “he does look like me.” Hearing the kids talk to their father about the other facial expressions for their pumpkin did swell your heart up, it showed how much they all adored each crew member. They were their family. Kid grabbed the carver and began to cut into the pumpkins  making sure to get the exact facial features the kids drew on the pumpkins. As he finished the last pumpkin, each kid holding the pumpkins went to show the crew member what they thought about the faces on the pumpkins. “Doesn’t it make you feel good that the kids want yours and the crew's faces on their pumpkins.” your head resting on his shoulder, your arms draping in front of him.  He didn’t want to admit it; he snorted, “the scarier the better.” “Oh come on, admit it, my angry tulip. You loved it.” taunting the man that had a bit of red on his cheeks. “Oi stop calling me that woman I don't look like no damn tulip!” Kid exclaimed. “An angry red tulip  you are looking at right now.” teasing him as you kissed his cheek. The kids ran back into the workshop with the blush disappearing on his face “Hey dad can we add the candles in the pumpkins and light them up?!?!” the middle child asked excitedly. The kids lined up the pumpkins together, each candle was placed carefully lighting them one by one. The eldest child turned off the lights to get a better look at the glowing jack-o-lanterns. “They look so cool!!!” the kids' eyes gleamed with excitement.

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[sunflower-sunshinesuperman]

The Diner

Part 2

Eddie Munson x Reader series

An: I’m not too sure where I want this series to go as an actual ‘series’ Im just letting what happens happen, any suggestions would be greatly appreciated lol

Also this part has been written for a while but I’ve been an extremely busy bee 🐝 and I’ve been desperate to just get this posted for you guys so if there’s any spelling errors etc. I apologise :)

Walking into the diner at 7:45pm the following night, you had a nice bounce in your step. Not only happy to be earning money, but happy to be out of the motel and have something to do with your time.

Hair up in a clean ponytail, clad in your baggy dungarees and old comfy, worn in trainers. "Hello honey, ready for tonight?" Patty gave you a warm welcome when you walked through the door.

"Of course!" She handed you an apron similar to hers, that you tied around your waist. "Ok and here's a notebook to take orders, coffee station is over here-"

She continued on walking around and showing you were everything was and how to check out customers properly.

"Now it's just going to be you and the chef tonight, it will probably be very quiet as it's so late. But anything you need just give me a call, I've written down my telephone number for you. Is that all alright sweets?" You nodded eagerly and smiled back in response.

The evening went on slowly with not too many people coming and going, most of them only making a pit stop or sitting after working their own late shifts and just enjoying a quiet cup of coffee.

Wilst wiping one of the tables you heard the bell above the door ring, with someone walking in and sitting on a stool at the counter.

You thought they could have been a girl from the back because of their dark long hair, but as you walked around the corner to greet them and take their order you realised it was a guy about you're age.

"Are you new?" He spoke softy his eyes getting slightly brighter as he looked at you. "Yeah just started this evening! Can I get you anything?" He looked at you deep in thought for a moment his big brown eyes analysing you.

Not really knowing what to say, you just stood there staring back confused. He really did have the prettiest eyes. His head resting on his knuckles, he tiredly spoke "coffee, however it comes." You gave him a closed mouth smile, getting straight to work making it. "Sure coming right up!"

You could feel those pretty eyes following your every move as you made it, maybe he just wants to make sure you're doing it how he likes it?

Once you'd finished it you placed it in front to him, noticing him adding lots of sweet 'n low. You busied yourself by keeping everything tidy, he stayed there for most of the evening, getting refills and just sitting lost in his own mind. But every now and then you felt his stare.

By the time you were ready to start closing up, he thanked you for the coffee and left cash on the counter, walking out into the darkness and up the street. You went over to put the cash in the til, he left way more money than he needed to and besides it was a note. Scribbled on a napkin that said "best coffee around, thank you :)" making you smile as the silly little smiley face he drew, greatful for the extra cash he left as a tip. What a strange sweet guy.

Working at the diner proved to be very tiring, but it was so worth it, working in the evenings suited you nicely not being much of a morning person. You had saved up a lot of your wages and tips.

Although not a lot, it was still enough to give you hopes towards maybe buying a trailer from the trailer park not far from town. And even if it's not exactly a 2 bedroom house, it would be nice to have somewhere to call home.

You didn't see the strange man from that one evening at the diner, and in a strange way you almost missed him just quietly sitting there whilst you went about your business, oddly keeping you company even though no words were really exchanged between the two of you.

Friends we're still a bit of a problem, mostly keeping to yourself during the day, not really leaving the motel unless you had to. And nights at the diner kept most of your interactions with other people short and sweet.

But other than occasionally helping Patty run errands and occasionally having dinner with her and her husband. You had briefly become close with a girl called Robin who worked at the video rental store, you frequented for those boring afternoons on your own. There was also a guy called Steve there who seems nice enough but he always seemed too busy flirting with groups of girls that came in, so safe to say you hadn't spoken to him much.

You often thought about re enrolling into school at Hawkins high after the summer ended, but didn't really see the point as you had a job anyway. Past the point of caring for all the trivial drama of high school students. You learned quickly that life has bigger fish to fry.

Tonight was an extra slow night at the diner so you decided to have a 'deep clean' of the cupboards to stop yourself from wanting to fall asleep. The only other person here was an older man keeping to himself reading all of todays newspapers.

The chef was as asleep sat in the kitchen as most people don't want a whole meal at 11:30pm. Although it did sound good after a long shift to you.

The bell went as the door opened, you stayed sat on the floor as you hurried to put everything back under the counter "are you hiding so you don't have to serve me coffee?" You heard a laugh from above.

You snapped your head up to see those beautiful puppy dog eyes, shining with amusement looking right at you.

He was hanging over the back of the counter, resting on his arms with his long wavy hair dancing over his face. "Oh no! I was just cleaning!" You spoke with a smile plastered on your face as you jumped up again.

He stayed where he was, with a very energetic look on his face. "Coffee?" You asked wiping your hands on your apron. "Since you're offering" he leaned back onto a stool drumming his hands onto the counter. playing a makeshift tune.

You huffed out a short laugh at his response. "You haven't been back in a while I didn't get a chance to thank you for the tip you left me." You spoke over your shoulder

"what tip? That was for the all the coffee?" This made you turn your head sharply to look at him "ohh.. I..I thought that-"

"Only teasing." He winked at you, making a small part of you swoon but more so sigh in relief, putting a hand on you heart at the thought of accidentally stealing money from the diner. "Don't do that I thought I was going to lose my job!" You laughed returning back to the coffee.

"so you been busy?" He lent forward resting his head in his heavily ringed fingers. "Hah. Clearly." You looked around the diner, both you and the boys eyes landing on the old guy with the newspapers, who was now snoring away with his head down. "Yeah very lively. Bet you're happy I'm here so you have someone to talk to!"

You shrugged your shoulders as you placed the mug in front of him. "I don't mind, I'm not much of a people person." You quietly spoke watching him put an another absurd amount of sweet 'n low into his coffee.

He must have a super sweet tooth. Eyes flicked up to meet yours "no? Well me neither. I mean I like people, people don't like me." He stated.

"why's that?" He seemed like a nice enough guy, clearly a metal head. But that meant nothing to you. "I don't know people think I'm a freak." He took a sip of his coffee.

"I don't think your a freak."

He went silent for a minute then laughed out playing with his hair, causing you to feel perplexed. "You don't know me well enough." "Well you never come in." You fired back smiling, making him grin back at you. "That's true I guess!" You laughed turning to return to tidying.

He seems nice enough so it is a shame that he doesn't come in the diner a lot. It's nice to have someone to keep you awake through the long evening.

"I've never seen you around though."

You looked at him once more as he eyed you up and down. You wonder what he's trying to see, he always seems to look at you like he's trying to figure something out.

"I only really go out if I have to. I've not been in Hawkins too long in all honesty, I moved here on my own." He held out his mug in a silent request for a refill which you obliged.

"On your own? you seem like you're the same age as me? Aren't you at school? Why'd you mover here?"

Amused by his interest and quick fire questions, all you can think to say is "it's a long story I won't bore you with, but I dropped out on my last year, didn't really see the point in re enrolling just for a silly certificate."

He spoke a quick "fair enough." With that same sparkle in his eye. "You're a very mysterious girl." He almost whispered making you pull a face "me? Definitely not!"

His fingers were working overtime picking and ripping apart a napkin as he looked deeply at you with that stupid grin on his face. "I think you're more interesting than you think you are."

You didn't know what to say to this so you just gave him a shy smile and turned to carry on getting ready to close the diner, why does your face feel hot?

The evening continued like this, with blissful banter and comfortable silences. By the time we went to leave he had tried to give you another tip which you politely declined much to his disappointment. "I'm just appreciative for the company." You spoke making him huff but accept that you wouldn't take his money. You both said your goodbyes and watched him walk out once more.

Walking towards the door to flip the sign to say 'closed' he came running back in, setting off your fight or flight reflex.

"God you scared the shit out of me!" He muttered a sheepish apology followed by him sticking out his hand towards you. "Eddie."

You smiled, reaching out to shake his hand. It swallowed your hand as he firmly gripped onto yours, his chunky rings cold against your hand in contrast to his very warm skin. "Y/n."

@chaos-incorp

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[automatismoateo]

I stopped believing in God at 6 years old my story via /r/atheism

I stopped believing in God at 6 years old my story

Hi everyone ! I wanted to share my story because the more I think about it the more strange and peculiar it seems and I can't seem to find an explaination. I was born in Romania in a normally orthodox religious household , like not too religious but religious enough. ( I remember everything about my childhood from when I was 3 and life so far so yeah... tbh it's a curse sometimes) The first thoughts I remember having about god are : " I guess only god knows we're here at the park this late hour " or things like this but yeah that's where my thoughts stopped cause cartoons and toys we're my main passion at the time lol , even when my grandma prayed to me every night I thought it was silly but I accepted it because I knew she did it out of love. At 4 years old my parents migrated to Italy and they took me with them. They made me go to a nun catholic boarding school and my teachers were nuns. I loved my first nun teacher a lot she was really nice and really helped me integrate as it was not easy because other kids bullied me because I was romanian. We prayed every morning st school and the first thing I remember that makes me think I was not into religion was that I never ever payed attention to the prayers and hated them and thought it was boring and did the cross sign wrong on purpose because I thought it was a waste of time lol. We had 4 hours of religion a week so we studied the bible real well and drew jesus , sang about him , coloured colouring books of him , we went to church a lot and always hated it because I had to sit through hours of latin inscriptions by a priest and it was so boring it was totally against my will ecc... and I felt like it was all being pushed down my throat and hated it so much and all of thw jesus miracles and everything in the bible seemed to be unrealistic and scientifically impossible.

I was a huge science, archelogy kid and my dad read me history books ans science books every night instead of fairy tails lol. He also made me watch a lot scientific documentaries and he buyed a lot of science magazines so I was very much already on the side of truth and science. I have always been very curios and read encyclopedias for fun , I loved it so much probably cause it always proved me that science and history were based on actual facts and it gave me so much comfort and wonder. While the bible didn't really give me that feeling , it felt like made up stories to make god seem grand and make us bow down to him ( I was 6 when I formulated these thoughts so I think I just realized that quickly lol) .

There was this one time when we had to do an exercise on our religion book and it was a true or false exercise , it was like this : god created the earth and not the big bang created the earth : t f Adam and eve were the first humans and not homo habilis t f .... like this ; I remember our nun told us to put half true and half false ( we were studying prehistoric civilization at the time and she probably didn't want to confuse us ) anyway in that moment I wanted to rebel and hated the fact that the book was brainwashing us so I put f in all of the answers . In that moment I realized I did not believe in god , I realized I only believed in science. It felt like I was doing something wrong as I was going against everything I was being tought.

So I pretended I belived just for the nuns simpathy. Once she put up some toys for the good kids to be rewarded and I thought not to choose a toy but a picture of mother mary so she could praise me .... and she did. It felt really good . Kids hated me tho. I have to also mention how much religious trauma I got as nuns used to beat kids and make them sit on nut shells " because they did something wrong and god had to punish them" or beat our hand with a ruler because god wanted to or just used god as an excuse for violence only when I got older I realized this is common actually.

When I was 7 I started reading greek legends and chose to fake believe in them so out of rebellion I always said " oh my athena" " thank athena" . I still love those legends and related and resonated to greek gods a lot as they're so relatable lol. This is one of my biggest passions still today.

My dad was a big influence to me , still is. He is a history professor so I took his passion for history also he is against the church and religion fanatism he is also a rocker and heavy rock and religion don't really go hand in hand, W my dad. My mum is passionate about buddhism and I'm glad she is it's truly a wonderful religion , she was never religious in the first placed. My granny told me she actually stopped believing just a few years ago. So my family also influenced me I guess.

At 12 I was fully against the church and christianity and listened to simpathy for the devil by Rolling Stones out of rebellion. I started to realize how the church did terrible things to people and throughout history how many victims it made. Pedo priests News kept coming and I also hated how the church was against homosexuality as I have always praised freedom of love and gay people have kind of always been my favourite. To this day my gay friends are the best lol. I also hate the view of the church on women's biodies and I'm very pro choice. I understood the church just wanted to hold onto women's freedom. Also christians that excuse religion for their terrible actions it's beyond disgusting to me. Also all of this stigma and non education around sex, when sex it's healthy and beautiful. Waiting for marriage or doing it just to have kids will only cause frustration and rape scenarios.... also the thought of restricting pleasure because I might not go to heaven is awful and just not for me. I'm gonna live to the fullest and not have a sad life full of restrictions and then die and become dust. Also I choose to be kind and nice cause that's basic human decency and that should be everyone's choice regardless of being worried about doing good deeds...

Today I'm atheist agnostic as I don't believe personally but I don't deny the existente of any god as I believe religion is a human right. I just have encountered terrible christians and had bad experiences with religion.

I'm sorry this was long .... tell me your thoughts and thank you for reading this wall !

Submitted July 08, 2023 at 02:58PM by Born_Art_2111 (From Reddit https://ift.tt/3RPlgAB)

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[staragroza]

My grian designs from oldest (2019) to newest (2022)  the 1st image is from 2019, its my only drawing of grian from that time. i then kinda took a 2 year break from drawing him haha, the next 2 images are from 2021 and the last pics are from this year. As you can see, he gets more bird-y and i think thats nice.  kinda of a break down of the designs under vvvv

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2019 - i basically drew his skin how most people drew him around that time, i wasnt super in to hermit at that time so i didnt bother making a better design. 2021 (1) - i finally got in to hermit craft again around season 8 where the moon was being silly, and that was the time where grian had the tired skin. I went with parrot wings since theyre majorly popular in the fandom. i gave him his usual clothes just more roughed up. he has a purple ring in his eyes to represent the witcher part, just mostly subtle.  

2021 (2) - space grian ! never finished drawing like the previous one but there is a tiny change, the wings. It was then where to boatem crew landed in void/space/whatever. i like the idea of grians wings being able to shapeshift to whatever he needs (thanks to that one fic on ao3 about grian shifting his wings to diffrent species. if i find it again ill link it here), and since he’s a watcher in a way, i thought his wings would become more spacey with starts ! . this is pretty much for this one 2022 (1) - MAJOR upgrade from the last one. i made it around the break between season 8 and 9. I wanted to go for more avian/birdy side of him in this one, hence the 2 wings on his head. I decided  to abond the parrot wings, mainly cause it just didnt fit the grian in my head. His wings are not really designed after a particular bird, i just made them look closer to his hair color (they also got silly eyes in them to once again refrence the watchers).

 He has more feathers on his face/along his body, which most you cant see but trust me its there. His eyes still have the watcher ring color.  His clothes changed too, i dumped the sneakers and his older pants. I gave him strong high calf shoes where he can tuck his pants legs in lawl. He has more bags/pockets stuff to carry his stuff inside (its like the inventory just with more logic to the real world.)   there is feathers sticking out of his shoes for whatever reason.  I was originally planning on giving him bird feet and claws but i didnt know how to draw it so i went with covering his hands with the sweater, and giving him normal legs. 2022 (2) -  Ah yes, the actual bird-yfiction of grian. The clothes stayed pretty much the same, i just gave him a pair of glasses that were inspired by my good friends @he1ian​ grian design.  I made him way shorter and this time went and gave him bird legs and “claws” (glorified long black nails lol). His hair has became longer, which he can now put in to a ponytail. He has trinkets from his friends on the bag (which i will draw more clearer one day), red scrape of fabric from mumbos tie and a moon charm from pearl. (there will be pins, one will have vote for mumbo, the other one will be the sarah pin and etc. mainly memories from past seasons and other stuff ^_^)

 I deleted one pair of bags from his pants due to him now being shorter. If you compare his height to my scar design his head is somehwree under scars shoulder. OH YEAH he also has a tail now For whatever reason. 

THE END ! if anyone read this thank you ur the best i hope you enjoyed my ramblings of a mad man. 

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[bestiesenpai]

Inamorata - Sukuna

You have no idea how much I like this idea lol ya know the meme ‘i got a boyfriend, yeah he kills people he’s crazy’ this is exactly what went through my head with this. Femme reader, I went for a...Sukuna is his own person and not attached to Itadori kind of thing? Like just a stand-alone demon. I had probably way too much fun writing this and would be down to write more for this concept

Content warnings: killing/murder/homicide choose your preferred noun, a little yandere?, size difference and Sukuna is in his four armed form, uhmm there’s a knife(main use to cut open readers palm in the beginning) and also licking blood from said wound, violence/gore at the end

Apparently there was a demon on the loose. From what you’d read on online forums and heard through the whispers of older people on the train, there was a foreboding presence terrorizing the city, preying on the weak and helpless and hoping to take over the world.

There were blurry photos and horrible sketches of what the creature supposedly looked like and the form it took, but none of them seemed to match up. The tattoos on the face and body were always off, the amount of muscle and the stature of the creature were all different depending on who you went to.

Which is why you decided, against all better judgement, to go looking for him. All the stories you’d heard about the demon, the kind of creature it was centuries ago in its prime, had intrigued you. With the mystique and terror surrounding this demon, you’d be a fool not to try and get a peek for yourself.

At first you’d tried a summoning circle, clearing a large space in your bedroom and drawing intricate patterns on the floor in hopes of his arrival. That method quickly turned futile as no demon ever came - but now you probably had a few ghosts watching you sleep at night.

The second method was to try and make a pact with the devil himself, slicing open your palm and dripping blood onto the pages of old scriptures. Attempting to sell your soul had worked even less than the first method and all you had to show for it was a bandage around your hand for two weeks.

“I’ll definitely see him now.” You mumbled to yourself, walking straight to where the demon was seen most: the red light district. Walking past bright neon signs and nearly naked women in shop windows, you took a peek into every alleyway you came across.

“Hey pretty lady, what’re you looking for?” A rough, scratchy voice sounded behind you as you walked past the umpteenth alleyway of the night.

“What do you think?” Not looking over your shoulder, you kept walking. The voice, while sounding absolutely disgusting, didn’t belong to a demon and therefore not worth your time.

“I think you’re looking for trouble.” Curling his fingers around your arm, the man you were trying to ignore snatched you back, making you stumble and fall into his chest. The nasty scent of body odor and cigarettes was wafting off the man, making you worry that his stench would cling to you for days.

“Not the kind you’re talking about.” Pushing away from him, you furiously wiped off your clothes. Looking this man in the face irritated you, he was wasting his time and you knew exactly what his intentions were.

“Don’t play so hard to get!” Forcing a less than charming smile on his face, the man made the move to grab you again.

“Don’t touch me!” Slapping his hands away, you took generous steps back from him. “You’re getting in the way of my search.”

“Search?” Quirking a brow at you, the man took a moment to think before his brows rose in surprise. “You’re looking for Sukuna, aren’t you?”

“That’s his name?” You’d never heard his name before, only seeing some people refer to him as a four armed creature from hell.

“Yup, and I’ve seen him a couple times.” Crossing his arms over his chest, the man smirked triumphantly. “You could say he and I have a kind of friendly relationship.”

“Do you now?” Your eyes trailed up from the man to the dark alleyway behind him where two glowing red eyes emerged.

“Oh yeah, Sukuna’s a great guy! Even offered to give me a position in his little army.” The more he spoke the brighter the eyes got and the fuzzy outline of a gigantic body was starting to take shape.

“His little army?” Slowly taking steps back as the figure came forward, you barely had time to react before the man was snatched up by two giant hands and yanked backwards. Lifting him into the air, it wasn’t long before a mouth with gleaming sharp teeth opened up and swallowed him whole.

As the eyes drew their attention back to you, a nervous laugh left your chest that you couldn’t force to stop. Every step you took back was now accompanied by a step forward from the creature until it fully left the alleyway and you saw exactly what you were dealing with.

Right in front of you, in full form and glory, was the demon you’d been searching for. The scrawling black tattoos along his entire body, the four arms, pink hair, second set of eyes and his impossibly muscular physique - all of it was exactly like you’d been hoping for.

“Hello, pretty little thing.” His voice boomed despite being relatively quiet, a slight echo to the deep timbre. It was almost melodic in a way, somehow soothing your racing heart just slightly.

“S-sukuna?” You squeaked out, back meeting the brick wall of a building.

“That would be me.” Chuckling as he stopped a few feet from you, Sukuna crossed his secondary arms and looked down upon you. The sheer height and width of his body easily dwarfed yours, your head only barely reaching his ribcage.

Your eyes couldn’t stay in one place as you looked at Sukuna. There was too much to take in and you could feel yourself quickly becoming overwhelmed trying to commit every detail to memory.

“You’re…” Licking your lips nervously, you could only meet his eyes for a moment before settling on the mark on his forehead. “You’re wearing womens clothes.” Tied around his waist and hanging off his legs was indeed a womens kimono, a surprising pristine white shade.

“That’s what you decide to say at our first meeting?” An echoing laugh bellowed from him and Sukuna shook his head, running one hand through his hair.

“I-I’m sorry it’s just...they never mentioned it online.” It felt a little silly to be explaining yourself to him when at any moment Sukuna could eat you like he did that man and you would have no way of stopping him.

“Little thing, I have a question for you.” Fixing you with a suddenly sharp stare, Sukuna lowered his brow and bent down, placing two arms above your head and two at your side, trapping you in against the wall with no possible outs.

“Yes?” Pinching your eyes closed, you held your breath as you waited for the inevitable bite of his teeth around.

“Are you scared?” Sukuna whispered, his breath fanning out over the top of your head.

“Yes.” It would be a lie to say no and you had nothing to lose by telling the truth. Sukuna’s eyes bore into you, the weight of his stare physically making your back bow.

“What did you think of me eating that man just now? Was that terrifying for you?”

“No.” Sukuna took a pause at your answer and although you couldn’t see it, his brow furrowed for a fraction of a second.

“What did you feel then? Surely you must have thought it was horrible.”

“N-not really.” Slowly cracking one eye open, you looked up at Sukuna, almost breaking your neck from having to stare directly above you. “I was actually quite happy you did that. He was getting on my nerves.”

The barking laugh that left Sukuna’s mouth made you flinch and throw your hands in the air. It was so loud it seemed to vibrate your entire body and a few windows on the building behind you shook from the force.

“You’re telling me you liked me killing that guy?” Grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, Sukuna held you up in the air, eye level to him. You nodded, pitifully kicking your legs out to try and get back to solid ground. “Aren’t you a messed up little thing?” Still laughing, Sukuna took a proper once over of your body. “Pretty, but messed up.”

“P-please let me go!” You whimpered, hands desperately clutching Sukuna’s to try and not fall out of your clothes and onto the ground.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like how I hold you?” Shaking you for good effect, Sukuna smirked wildly at your scared little squeaks. “Tell me your name.”

“It’s (Y/N)!” Shouting into the air, you felt relief flood into you as Sukuna finally lowered you back to the ground and his hands released you.

“(Y/N)?” Sounding it out on his tongue, Sukuna shrugged to himself. “I like ‘little thing’ better.”

“I’m only little compared to you.” Fixing your clothes, you tried to regain your breath and stop your body from shaking so violently.

“So, what’s a creature like you doing out so late at night here? It’s not safe for a human like you to roam around these parts.”

“I was looking for you.”

“Me? You were looking for me?” Sukuna snorted, waving his hand dismissively at you. “A human like you looking for me? I’ve really seen it all.”

“It’s true!” Pulling out your phone, you quickly showed him all the data you’d compiled on him. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, Sukuna! I did a summoning circle, I’ve looked in hundreds of online forums - I even tried to make a deal with the devil!” Showing him the mark that was still healing on your palm, the fear that was in your body was slowly trickling out and being replaced with- hope? Excitement? It was hard to say, but as Sukuna grasped your hand between two fingers and looked at your palm, it would be wrong to say it was a negative emotion you felt.

“You really did all that for me?” His voice was much softer now but it still sounded like he was mocking you. Smoothing the pad of one finger across your palm, he felt the ridges of your palm and the wound.

“I did. I find you really fascinating and I- I just wanted to learn more about you.” You faltered when he looked at you, a fierce heat overtaking your cheeks at admitting out loud that you’d been looking for a demon because you found him interesting.

“Are you perhaps interested in me?” A smirk tugged one side of Sukuna’s lip up and he chuckled when your expression only grew more flustered. “Oh little thing, you’re more messed up than I thought.”

“Will you tell me more about yourself? Please?” The words tumbled out of your mouth desperately as you let Sukuna stretch out your arm and grasp your hand more firmly. He didn’t answer you or even acknowledge that you’d spoken, instead grazing the tip of one long sharp nail along the line of the cut.

“I find myself liking you more and more, why is that?” Sukuna’s tone sounded like he was addressing himself as he spoke aloud, turning your hand every which way as he kept scraping his nail against your palm. “Were you my lover in the past, back when I reigned as the ruler of this whole land?”

Racking your brain to try and remember any information on Sukuna potentially having a lover, you were ripped back to reality when Sukuna dug his nail into your skin, reopening the cut and making blood flow freely.

“Ow!” You couldn’t yank your arm out of his grasp and you watched in mild horror as Sukuna lowered himself to your hand, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth and drag across your skin. His tongue quickly became coated in dark red blood, his saliva starting to mingle with your blood.

“You taste so familiar, you must have been mine.” Lapping up your blood now, Sukuna didn’t stop until he could tell you were starting to get weak from blood loss. The lower half of his face was now covered in red, smeared across his skin like paint.

“Sukuna, that’s gross.” The mumble slipped from your delirious mind, making him laugh as he waved a hand over the cut and made it go away. Slipping your hand from his grasp it was like there had never been a mark there in the first place.

“A human telling me what’s gross?” Licking his face clean, Sukuna grinned down at you. The longer he looked at you the longer memories of a past you returned to his mind. The irresistible draw he felt to come to you tonight had been the same one that called to him centuries ago, making you the center of his otherwise cruel and empty world.

Placing two hands on the wall behind you, Sukuna leaned over you once more, this time grasping your chin and turning your face up to him. The saliva that had mixed with your blood had also given you new memories of the past as well, and as you looked at Sukuna you remembered all the things the two of you had done together.

“So, my pet, what shall we do first?”

Sukuna ended up carrying you home, having you tucked inside his kimono as he leaped on rooftops across the city. Opening your bedroom window, Sukuna shoved his body through, having to make himself slightly smaller to fit inside the house.

“Are you uh, hungry?” Standing awkwardly in the middle of your bedroom as Sukuna sat on your bed, you weren’t quite sure what to do now.

“I could eat.” Laying fully back on your bed, it creaked and groaned as Sukuna rested his weight on it. The thought of offering to take him to the kitchen came and went quickly in your head; just getting him into your room was a hard enough task.

Fixing him and yourself a quick meal, as soon as you were done eating Sukuna picked you up and rested you on his abdomen. Even after shrinking himself down your legs were still stretched as wide as possible in hopes of wrapping around his waist.

“As the memories of you return, I realize how much I’ve missed you, my pretty little thing.” Petting down your back, Sukuna looked at you fondly. Propped up on two of his arms, he could stare directly at your tiny body sitting atop him.

“What kind of memories do you have?” So far, the only thing you could seem to recall were memories of a more sexual nature. One’s of you and Sukuna wrapped up in each other's arms, both of his cocks stuffed inside you as you begged to cum.

“I remember giving you the world, whatever you wanted was yours for the taking.” The look in Sukunas eyes was surprisingly soft and you could feel the love coming out from him.

“Whatever I wanted?” Repeating the words, your mouth hung open slightly at all the possible things you could get.

“The world may exist to serve me, but I exist to serve you.” Fully sitting up, Sukuna held you against him as he leaned down, lips grazing your forehead. “What do you want, (Y/N)? I can get you anything in the world, I can do anything in the world.”

“Kill for me.” The whisper that left your lips was almost too quiet for even yourself to hear. But Sukuna nodded, having heard you perfectly. Your words made his body thrum with excitement and his nerves were on edge.

“Kill for you?” He repeated, kissing you on the forehead. The fingers that held you closely dug into your sides and if Sukuna wasn’t careful he could crush you completely.

“You love me, don’t you?” There was just the slightest hint of worry in your voice. What if you were overestimating your power over Sukuna? He could say no or even kill you himself.

“You have no idea what the things my love for you will do.”

Although it pained him to do so, Sukuna left you once the sun began to rise. He had other things to attend to, temples that worshipped him as a god to visit. Promising to see you once dusk began to settle over the sky, Sukuna leapt from your window and into the horizon.

“You came back.” Even though he swore up and down he’d come back, it still shocked you to see him back on your bed once it hit a certain time of night.

“Of course I did.” Sukuna almost seemed hurt you would question him. Holding out a hand, as soon as you grasped one of his fingers he pulled you to him and nestled your body into his side. “Did you do what I asked?”

“The list is in my pocket.” Before leaving, Sukuna had told you to make a list of all the people you wanted him to kill for you. The list had started out short, just a few people that had hurt you that you couldn’t let go of, and then it grew to others, politicians and corrupt people in the media.

“Quite impressive, little thing.” Reading over the list, Sukuna stood up. “Shall we go then?”

“Go whe-” As Sukuna threw open your bedroom window you were met with a strong gust of wind. “Sukuna, where are we going?” You asked him over the wind in your ears. Putting his upper arms into the sleeves of his kimono, he made sure you were nestled safely inside.

“We’re going to take care of the first person on your list.” Wrapping an arm around you, Sukuna jumped out of the window. Though this wasn’t your first time in this position, you hadn’t been fully cognizant when Sukuna took you home last night. Now, with a head clear and no lack of blood to distract you, you could see the lights of the city clearly as they whipped past you.

“It’s beautiful.” Carefully leaning forward, you gazed at the downtown area with all the flashing lights and swerving cars.

“If you say so.” Patting your hip, Sukuna pulled you back, resting your weight fully on his arm and clothes. He wouldn’t admit it, and despite knowing he would catch you in a millisecond, Sukuna didn’t want you to fall out and fall to the ground.

Coming upon the first persons house, he settled you on the ground outside. You were in a tightly knit residential area standing directly under a streetlight, with rows of houses that all looked similar. In a flash, Sukuna had broken into the house and grabbed the person you were after.

“This them?” With a tight grip on their ankle, Sukuna shook them side to side.

“Mhmm.” You didn’t need to look to know he’d gotten the right person, just the feeling you had around them was enough to confirm it.

“W-what’s going on here?!” They screamed, blood pooling in their head the longer they hung upside down.

“Don’t speak.” Sukuna barked, shaking them once again. “You don’t speak to her, or at all.” The person screamed again, a high pitched sound that quickly got shut off as Sukuna swung their body and smacked them against the ground. “I thought I told you to be quiet.”

For a moment you thought they’d died from how hard Sukuna hit them against the ground, but a small whimper and breathless gasps sounded from where their face was crushed against the pavement.

“Do you know why I’m here?” You whispered, standing over their motionless body. Rolling over onto their back, they shook their head and started to stammer. “If you can’t answer my question I don’t want you to make a sound.” Pressing your foot onto their throat, you flinched when their hands came up to try and claw you away.

“Don’t touch her.” Instantly pinning their arms down, Sukuna glowered. “How would you like me to do it?”

“Let me think.” Staring down into their glassy eyes, a million options went through your mind. Sukuna’s power was limitless, there was nothing he couldn’t do. If you asked him to throw their body into outer space, he would do it in a heartbeat. “Rip them limb from limb. You can eat them if you’d like.”

“As you wish.” A sick grin curled Sukuna’s lip and he drug their body across the ground until they were directly underneath him.

“(Y/N) wait! W-wait please!” Their shrill cries fell on deaf ears, and the sound of the first limb being torn off their body was something you could get used to. “Oh- oh my god, my leg!”

“God I wish you’d shut up.” You kept your eyes on the person's face, refusing to look at where blood squirted generously from their now missing extremity.

“Allow me.” With the swipe of one claw Sukuna gouged out their throat. Hot, bright red blood spilled out onto the pavement, pooling and almost making it to where you stood. Throwing one leg into his mouth, Sukuna used a non-bloody hand to lift you up and place you onto a brick wall.

“Thank you.” Giving him a gentle smile, you now had a front row seat to Sukuna ripping apart this person's body and slowly devouring them. There was a mess of blood coating Sukuna’s skin, far more blood than when he had drunk yours.

As you watched Sukuna eat this person, a sense of satisfaction washed over you. It felt good to get justice in your own way for how this person wronged you. After being told to let it go, try and move and let time heal the wound, you could finally get closure the way you wanted.

“All done?” You asked once the last piece of their body was consumed. Standing up to his full height, Sukuna still looked down at you. The blood on his skin began to sizzle off, evaporating into the air and leaving the pungent smile of iron behind.

“Have I made you happy?” He responded, cupping your face and lightly squishing your cheeks. Smiling proudly, a warm flush washed over your face the longer you and Sukuna looked at each other.

“Yes, very.” Nuzzling into his palm and kissing it, you let out a breathless laugh as Sukuna did the same.

“I’m happy to please you.” Kissing you on the top of the head, Sukuna pulled out the list and crossed out the first name. “Shall we go to the others now?”

#tw: violence #tw: blood #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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I'm having a shit day all around and the only way it could be better is to have my sister around lol but she's away for college. I was wondering if you could do a fic with Jules or Reg? Where they're having an awful day and seek sibling hugs? :) Thank you

Anon, this is such a mood right now and I hope you can see your sister soon <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Regulus didn’t miss the Snakes. Far from it, actually—he hated them and everything they stood for, and he would never forgive them for what they did to his brother. For all he cared, they could burn alongside his parents.

But sometimes…sometimes he regretted dropping out of hockey.

The spotlight was constantly on Sirius, now; there were no more comparisons between the brothers, but that also meant the papers never looked deeper than the surface of Regulus’ personality. Sirius was overwhelmingly, ridiculously proud of him for going to college—almost too proud, in Regulus’ opinion—and lit up like a candle whenever it was brought up at an interview.

He’s my little brother, Sirius had said during the most recent conference. I’m happy he’s following his heart for once.

So reporters fawned over him whenever they saw him at the grocery store and peppered him with endless questions, only to sprinkle in the bare minimum around all the amazing, wonderful things Sirius had done in the past 24 hours since they last interrogated him. They spoke to Regulus like he was some dumb high schooler who had dropped out because he couldn’t handle the pressure—simpering, sympathetic, and a little pitying.

They didn’t care about him. They cared that he was the great Sirius Black’s kid brother, and there was nothing he could do about it now that he was off the ice.

Regulus scrolled past a few more articles with his face plastered on the front, gripping the cool marble countertop tightly. Let it roll off, he reminded himself. They don’t know you or Sirius.

NHL Dropout to Attend NYU

Younger Black ‘Following His Heart’

Sirius Black: Proudest Brother in the NHL

See Sirius Black’s New Interview Here!

“I’m heading out!” Remus called from the front door, snapping Regulus’ train of thought.

“Alright, drive safe.”

The door closed behind him with a clickand Regulus sighed, sliding down to sit on the floor. He rested his head back against the cabinets, simultaneously too upset to be productive and too energized to mope around. He lingered there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, before sighing again and heading into the basement. Only one thing would make him feel better.

“Bonjour,” Sirius said absentmindedly as he skated along the outside of the rink.

“Got room for one more?”

Sirius looked up and grinned. “Course.”

Lacing his skates was muscle memory, and pushing out onto the ice was more of a relief than he cared to admit. Part of him had been afraid it would be soured by his decision to leave the NHL—maybe that was a silly thought, but hockey still held a large piece of his heart.

Maybe I’ll go back someday, he thought as he flicked a puck to Sirius. Not now, but…later.

The puck bounced off the front of his skates. “You’re thinking too loud.”

“You don’t think loud enough,” he countered.

Sirius barked a laugh and checked him lightly. “Head in the game, petit enfant. Head in the game.”

“I hate it when you call me that.”

“Why do you think I do it?”

“Because you’re an asshole.” He slapped the puck toward the goal, but it bounced off the crossbar. Irritation flared hot and white in his chest. “Pass it back, yeah?”

“There’s one right next to your—”

“Just pass it back!” Regulus snapped. His throat felt tight; the back of his neck itched, and there was unwelcome pressure building behind his eyes.

Sirius’ teasing smile dimmed. “Reg?”

He sniffled. “Just pass the fucking puck, okay?”

The soft shush of skates was familiar and more soothing than Regulus cared to admit. Nobody skated as quietly as Sirius—there was a reason they called him ‘Padfoot’ after all. He stared at the ground, willing the tears of hurt and frustration to vanish into thin air. Arms wound around him.

“Stop it,” he demanded, though his voice broke. “Sirius, let go.”

Sirius pulled him closer and rested his chin on top of his head. Regulus felt something crack a little inside, and his shoulders began to shake with silent sobs. Sirius rubbed his back like he was eight years old again, falling apart in the backyard because his feet hurt, and it was cold, and that stupid play just wasn’t clicking.

“Nobody likes me,” he blubbered. In any other scenario, he would’ve felt like the biggest wuss in North America, but Sirius was safe. Sirius was home.

“People like you.”

“Only because they like you better.” He took a few shallow gulps of air. “They—they pretend to care an’ I can’t even do anything about it anymore.”

“Is this about reporters?”

“It’s about everyone.”

Sirius sighed heavily. “Reg—”

“It’s fine, I can handle it—”

“Stop.” Silence fell over the rink. Sirius pulled back and held Regulus’ face between his hands, looking straight into his eyes. “You are outstanding, and one of the bravest people I know. If reporters don’t take the time to see that, they aren’t worth your energy.”

Regulus wiped his cheek dry. “I know.”

“And the Lions think you’re pretty damn cool, too. James is still waiting for that rematch after you kicked his ass. Leo’s your best friend. Remus has been talking about that book you recommended for a week straight, which I don’t know whether to thank you for—” That drew a weak laugh from him, and he saw Sirius’ face soften. “—and I’m your brother. I missed you, and I love you. So please don’t dwell on tabloids or some shit like that. They have no right to make you feel unloved.”

Regulus leaned forward into his chest with a few deep breaths. “How are you so good at pep talks?”

“Captain.”

“Ugh, right.”

“I was terrible at them in the beginning,” he said. Regulus snorted. “Ask Pots or Kasey sometime. It was mortifying. I’m pretty sure Coach almost took my badge away for that.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. Now come on, your slapshot still sucks.”

“It does not!” Regulus protested, punching him in the arm as he pulled away. “My slapshot is perfect!”

“Tell that to the crossbar.” Sirius their skates together. “Come on, put some power into it!”

“I regret being related to you.”

“Says the one who got snot on my shirt five minutes ago.”

Regulus’ next (entirely perfect, thank you very much) slapshot went directly toward Sirius’ shin. He dodged, unfortunately, but the undignified yelp it earned him was well worth the trouble.

#fanfic #my fic #sweater weather #lumosinlove #sirius black #regulus black #remus lupin #brothers

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Drawn To You [Skephalo]

Soulmate AU? …You know what? Heck yeah! Soulmate AU! This will be fun!  For this AU, whatever you write/draw on yourself appears on your soulmate. Let’s go!

Growing up, Zak has never communicated with his soulmate by writing on himself. In fact, he felt indifferent about the concept of soulmates for most of his life.

He’s seen a few people who got lucky and actually met up with their soulmate. It’s pretty rare to find your soulmate while you’re young. Most people however can’t find their soulmate that easily, or choose not to write to their soulmate for whatever personal reason.

Now this didn’t mean that he wasn’t interested in finding his soulmate. It’s not like he didn’t care. He never really had anything to say. Besides, whoever his soulmate was never contacted him either.

Zak simply has never felt the need to interact. Not until recently that is. He has been wondering what would happen if he actually tried to write to them.

Some of his friends have shared stories of how they got their soulmate’s number or how their soulmate reached out to them first. It has got him thinking about it a bit.

If he wanted to write on himself to contact his soulmate, what would he even do? Would his soulmate even write anything back? What were they even like? This person who is supposedly destined to have a deep connection with him is probably a complete stranger right now.

So Zak questioned himself, what should he do to capture his soulmate’s attention?

Then Zak had this… crazy idea one day when he was bored. He grabbed a couple of sharpies, went to the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and removed the sharpie cap.

-

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon. Darryl was going to do a late night stream, but he decided to stream a little early this time with face cam. It was a chill stream on the idiots smp, even if he was the only one online right now. It was pretty nice so far.

“Okay, VanessaTheMuffin! Fifty dollars is too much! Thank you for the dono, but no! Stap it!” He restates the donation out loud. “Do I know if Skeppy is going to get on the smp today? Well um..” He thinks for a moment while scratching the upper part of his lip.

“I am 95% sure that he’s going to join me later on? He might be doing something else at the moment… I wonder what he’s doing.” He hummed to himself before having an idea. “Ooh! Do you think I can build a little Skeppy statue right here?”

He was about to look at the chat before another donation appeared. When the donation was read out loud, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

Lovemepls donated 5 dollars: Yo homie what is on your face lol

“What? What do you mean?” He looked at his chat which was moving surprisingly fast. Trying to read some of the comments, it seems everyone has been saying similar things.

SilverGalaxy: Uhhh you got a little.. somethin… Maddyisadork: A wild mustache appeared! DeezVibez: MUSTACHE LMAO

“Mustache?” He took a moment to open his stream on another tab and was bewildered at the sight. A mustache was messily drawn on him with sharpie above his upper lip. “The fudge?! What is this?!”

Darryl covered his mouth in confusion. “How in the world did- ..Where did this come from?!” Puzzled, Darryl couldn’t connect the dots on how this mustache suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He felt this strange itching sensation around his left eye, similar to the sensation he glossed over earlier above his upper lip.

Rubbing his left eye, he looked at his facecam again. “AH! Oh my goodness!” Darryl freaked out when a drawing of a monocle around his eye faded in right before his very eyes. “What is going on?!”

Tumbling Croissant: OMG AHAHAHA ADoseOfLove: Wow your soulmate has great taste! Memesnotfound: Aww your soulmate is drawing on you lol

That’s when it clicked… His soulmate.

“My soulmate is.. oh my goodness.” Darryl didn’t even know what to say or think. He has never heard anything from his soulmate before. Then the one time they decided to reach out to him, they decided to draw on his face?!

“Is my own soulmate seriously pranking me!? They even had to do it while I was streaming out of all the muffiny times!” He sighed. “I’m so done.”

Darryl chuckled a bit after the shock and confusion faded. It’s true that he was a little annoyed, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find this even a little funny.

AwesomePeter23 donated 10 dollars: Your soulmate is something special lol. I already love them and I wanna see them draw more.

“No they- Don’t say that! This is unacceptable!” Darryl crossed his arms and pouted. “I’ve never met my soulmate before, but whoever they are I hereby declare them a complete raggamuffin!” He shouted out and suddenly felt the tip of his nose itch.

“I swear if they added something new..” Once again he looked at his facecam and found a red dot drawn on his nose. “Oh come on! Are you flipping serious?!”

Pyro_Plays: CLOWNBOYHALO!!! OwOStawws: PFFFT ComradeinArms: WRITE THEM BACK PLEASE I BEG

“You know what? I’m grabbing a pen.”

-

Zak was staring at the mirror laughing at himself a little. “This is so stupid. I look so stupid! Why am I doing this?!” Despite questioning his life decisions, he thought about what he should draw next.

He reached for a marker in order to make himself look more clownlike until he felt his left hand itch. As he was scratching his palm he found writing on his hand.

“WHY!? >:0”

Zak couldn’t help but burst out laughing at this. The fact that they decided to draw a little emoticon just made this even funnier. “Oh my god what have I done?!” He grabbed the sharpie and giggled while writing out his response.

Meanwhile, Darryl was still streaming, looking at his left palm. A message appeared on his arm and he read it outloud.

“Because I wanna make you look pretty?! What kind of excuse is that?! I- This little rapscallion! I can’t believe them!”

King Kitty donated 5 dollars: You lookin fabulous there bad!

“You are all muffin heads..” Darryl grumbled. He wrote a little angry emoticon on himself in response to his soulmate. To his surprise he didn’t get a response back, but Zak suddenly texted him that he was going on teamspeak right now.

“Oh great. Guys, guess who decided to show up?” Darryl smiled and covered his face. “Is this even a good time or not? I don’t even know!” As soon as he moved Zak into his teamspeak, he could hear him giggling far from his mic. “Hey Skeppy. I’m streaming right now, and you aren’t going to believe what happened to me!”

“Bad I did something stupid.” Zak said quickly as his giggles died down.

“Oh wow, what else is new?” He laughed a bit. “Okay sorry Skeppy, I was just joking.”

“Wooow, okay. I was gonna ask you for help but now I’m-”

“Nonono Skeppy you know I’m just kidding please don’t leave.”

“I know! I know, but Baaaaad I think they’re mad at meeee.”

“Who’s mad at you? What did you do?” Laughter poured out from Zak before he responded. “What did you do Skeppy?!”

“Can you help me make them not mad? I actually don’t know what to say next all they did was send me a dumb emoticon thingy.”

“Yes. I can help Skeppy. Can you just tell me what happened?”

“Okay So- You know how I said that I’ve never written to my soulmate before?”

“Uhuh? Wait..” Darryl gasped. “Did you?”

“Yes and I did what was probably the stupidest thing I could’ve done.”

“Oh my goodness, what did you do? I mean, it can’t be as silly as what my soulmate did.”

Zak’s eyes widened in surprise. “You heard from your soulmate already?!”

“Uhh.” Darryl looked at his face again and just laughed a little. “Yeah, they recently did. What did you even say to them anyways?”

“Oh I didn’t really say anything to them at first. I kinda… I kinda drew on their face.” He nervously laughed.

…Wait a minute.

“You.. You what?” Darryl’s casual light hearted voice suddenly turned soft and serious as a look of disbelief was on his face.

“I drew some things on my face and then they got mad at me. I said something else afterwards but-”

“Waitwaitwait.” Darryl’s heart was starting to race, but he needed to confirm this before he got his hopes up even further. “What did you draw on them? I need to know.”

Zak got confused for a moment before answering. “Uhhh well I made them look like they had a mustache. And then I drew the monocle to go with it. After that I just drew a teeny little red dot on the nose… I was running out of ideas.”

Everything went silent as Darryl stared at his screen, red in the face. He was looking at the chat and surely enough it had exploded as everyone was losing their minds.

“Bad? …Are you there?”

Mashyapotatoes: OH MY GOD NO WAY! NO WAY!!!!! Disoriented Vine: Well shit this is actually happening?! Amber: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

There was almost too much for Darryl to process. His soulmate drew on his face live on stream. His soulmate unknowingly revealed himself to him AND thousands of fans. His soulmate has no idea why he’s suddenly so silent.

His soulmate… is Zak.

The situation was so unbelievably ridiculous. Darryl, being overwhelmed with shock and delight he just.. broke down into silent laughter, leaning forward as he covered his face with both hands.

Zak, still being confused and oblivious to the situation, got concerned. “The heck? Bad?…Are you okay?! What happened?! I actually can’t tell if you’re laughing or crying!”

Darryl couldn’t really tell either. He sat up for a moment and tried to speak, but to no avail as he started laughing again, facing down on his desk with a thud.

“Oh my god.” Zak laughed a little. “Seriously, what happened?! Are you okay?!”

Darryl eventually calmed down enough to barely speak. “Skeppy, look at my stream!”

“Okay? Why?”

“Take ONE good look at my face! ..And then you’ll see why!” He shouted out.

That was when the realization hit Zak as he felt his face warming up “No… There is no way that-..” He has never searched anything up so fast in his entire life.

When he saw Darryl’s facecam, Zak burst into hysterics when he saw the same thing drawn on Darryl’s face.

“Look at what you did to me Skeppy! Look at what you did!” Darryl shrieked, laughing and facing down on his desk with a thud once again.

“NO- DUDE- NO FUCKING WAY!”

Darryl, being in hysterics as well, barely muttered out a “language.”

“AND THE ENTIRE STREAM JUST- OH MY GOD NOHOHOOO!!”

“Skeppy whyyy!! …I look ridiculous Skeppyyyy!!”

It was complete hysteria for 2 minutes straight until both of them finally started to calm down, taking deep breaths.

“Oh my god, dude I-” Zak spoke out. “I don’t even know where to begin.. you’re my soulmate! What do you even think of it!?”

Darryl sheepishly smiled. “Actually I.. I’ve always kind of secretly hoped that it would be you.”

“..Really?” Zak asked in a soft tone, feeling his heart skip a beat.

“Yes! I-” Darryl looked at his stream. “Hang on a second. Sorry guys, I’m gonna to stop streaming right here. Maybe I’ll stream again later and if not, tomorrow. I hope you all understand.”

ImForeverScreeching: Awwwww nooooooo PenguinRaven: Awww! Yeah we understand! <3 Lemon_Lime49: I just got back, why does bad look like that?

“Byeeee!” Darryl ended the stream.

“Dude, everyone on every social media is going to explode. What have I done?!”

“Oh my goodness you muffin head. I’m already silencing my Twitter notifications temporarily.”

The both of them chuckled and stayed silent for a moment. Zak was letting it fully sink in that Darryl is his soulmate. “I’m.. finding it really hard to believe that it’s you..”

“Why? ..Are you not happy about it?”

“Wh- NO! Nononono, I’m happy I’m VERY happy about it.” Zak quickly made that clear. “I just never thought that it would be you! I’m really happy that it’s you though. I cannot think of anyone more perfect..”

“Awww Geppy!” Darryl smiled. “I’m really happy about it too. Like, you have no idea how happy I am. You may have been such a muffin head, but you’re always my muffin head..”

Zak giggled a bit. “I really really want to see you now..”

“Me too.. Wanna plan to meet up ASAP?”

-

Two weeks have passed since it’s been revealed that the two were soulmates, and it was pretty wild. As they predicted, the information spread like wildfire in the fandom. Skephalo shippers definitely had a field day with that too.

Zak and Darryl took a break from making content only for a few days, but were talking to each other even more often. They slowly went back to making content and started telling their fans they were finally meeting up.

After planning everything out, Zak got on a flight to meet up and stay with Bad for a week. As soon as he departed from the plane, he felt a little nervous but extremely excited.

He roamed around the airport looking for Darryl. A few minutes went by until Zak felt a familiar itch on his left palm and looked to find a message.

“Hi <3”

Zak quickly looked around him until he saw Darryl smiling and waving in front of him. He smiled wide and started to run excitingly towards him. Darryl was surprised for a moment before raising his arms, bracing for impact.

“Skeppy!” Zak almost tackled him as he wrapped his arms around him as Darryl laughed and hugged back.

Skeppy giggled. “Did you really bring a pen with you just so you can write hi as soon as you see me?!”

“Hey, I thought it was fitting okay? You muffin head…” Darryl pouted.

Zak didn’t move away from the hug. He melts into the embrace, hugging Darryl closer as he spoke out softly. “Well.. hi..”

Darryl smiled and stared at Zak as a warm and comforting feeling washed over them. He didn’t want to let go and just wanted to keep him in his arms forever. “Oh my goodness, you just got here and I already don’t want you to leave in seven days..”

“Nooo, don’t think about that right now! I’m just happy to be here now..”

“Yeah..” Darryl wrapped his arms around Zak even more. “Me too.”

[End]

#skephalo #badboyhalo #skeppy #fanfiction #my writing #soulmate au

[ahiddenpath]

Inspiration vs Motivation

So I was watching someone draw on Youtube.  They remake the same drawing annually to gauge how their skills are growing/how their style is changing, which is such a great idea!  But as they drew, they said, “I really didn’t have inspiration to draw this...”

To which I paused the video and said to my husband, “What do they mean, inspiration?  They’re drawing the same image, they don’t need content ideas.”  (To be clear, this was a genuine question, not sass, lol!).

My husband responded that they meant motivation, not inspiration.  And that triggered a million thoughts that are likely all over the place- but I’mma try to corral them beneath the cut, anyways!

So I always thought that inspired meant having ideas- ie, I went on a walk and saw a blue flower, then I ran home and drew a dress with the flower’s colors and shapes.  But as I sat down to write how inspiration means generating ideas and motivation means the desire to do something, SILLY ME!  It turns out that inspiration can mean the desire to create (Inspiration-the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially to do something creative).

LOOKS LIKE THAT ARTIST WAS RIGHT, Artist 1, Hidden + husband 0.

The concept is wild to me, because I tend to be overfull on ideas (inspiration) and relying on discipline to get anywhere.  So like- motivation is a real struggle.  Rather than waiting on motivation (Motivation- general desire or willingness of someone to do something), I establish habit through discipline (discipline- train oneself to do something in a controlled and habitual way).  

IT’S HARD TO GET THE JUICE TO DO STUFF, MAN.  And that’s awful, because for so many people, creative hobbies are absolutely pivotal to mental health.  Isn’t that nuts?  How much structure and routine and focus we need to do the creative things that we like to do?  Shouldn’t it be easy to do what we like to do?

I asked a professional artist friend about it, and she said- yeah, it do be like that sometimes!  In fact, you can lose both your ideas AND your desire to create!  And of course, mental health stuff and trying times- like, you know, a pandemic- can massively interfere.

I like to think of discipline as the bedrock, the foundation of everything, but I’m a hardass like that.  And doesn’t it feel strange that we can need so much discipline to do the things that we like, that keep us healthy?

If you’re struggling, you’re definitely not alone.  But it’s definitely worth it to push through that lack of motivation and build up your creative habits.  In fact, that’s kinda what holds me together at times, personally.

So this one was kinda twisty and turny, but GO FORTH AND CREATE!  Especially if you don’t feel like it!  It doesn’t have to be good, it just has to be.  It’s for you, not for the creation.  ALSO, the definition of ‘inspired’ is broader than I thought!  

#hidden's life #how do I tag this

[myhockeyworld87]

Sparkler - Sidney Crosby

Word Count: 1,523

POV: Reader

Warnings: Nothing this is pure cuteness, unless you don’t like Sid as a dad.

Notes: No one asked for this, but here it is anyway, because it popped in my head last night when I was watching some fireworks with my family. Thanks to everyone who voted for Sid and to all those who want Dad Jamie Benn give me a scenario, or I may end up thinking of something who knows...lol. Happy 4th of July to all! 

2020 had really been a hell of a year. Right now you should be in Cole Harbour, celebrating Canada Day at the lake house, but instead, you were still in Pittsburgh as you had been since the world and the NHL went on pause. You and Sid had decided to stay in Pittsburgh, in hopes that it wouldn’t be that long, yet here you were at the start of July practically in the same place. Well, not exactly the same.

You still planned on celebrating Canada Day, but you were also going to be celebrating the 4th of July in the States this time. Which was what you’d been used to, except for the last five years that you’d been with Sid. If you had to think back on it, last year had probably been the best. You’d been at the lake house; Sid had a fire going in the backyard and was roasting you a marshmallow as you fed your eleven-month-old daughter. She’d fallen asleep in your arms before the first firework had even gone off, and blessedly she’d stayed sleeping throughout each loud boom. After Sid fed you the gooey treat, he’d scooped you both up and held you as the sky lit with sparkling stars that reflected off the water.

Now here you were a year later, and there were no fireworks in the sky, but Sid still had a fire burning in the backyard. Only now the marshmallows were for your toddler. “Are you excited to see the fireworks soon, princess?” Sid asked her as he wiped the remnants of sticky sugar from her mouth and hands.

“Uh-huh, they will be so p-etty daddy.” She’d seen a few that had gone off from the neighborhood but only small glimpses. “How many more sleeps, before they come?”

“Only three more sleeps angel and then you can see them light up the sky.” Sid had made sure that the small suburb that you lived in had enough money to put on a great show for his little girl. Your house was in a prime spot, as they told him that they usually set them off just up the hill. He hoisted his daughter in his arms, tickling her; her giggles filling the air. “And now my little princess it is time for you to head to bed.”

When her laughter finally died down, she asked, “is this sleep number one?” She held up her finger to show the number. When you and Sid had taught her how to count; she would always count the number of sleeps he would be gone on a road trip until she could see him again. You weren’t sure how she was going to handle it when hockey started back up. She’d grown very used to her daddy being home.

“Yes, this is sleep number one.” You followed the two into the house and put your daughter to bed. Then spent the last few hours cuddling with Sid, next to the fire with the monitor close by.

The following two days, you prepped the house for the impromptu get together for the 4th of July celebration. It wasn’t near as many people as you’d both like. Just some of Sid’s teammates, along with their significant others. The guys had gotten together more often as restrictions had been lifted and they were all being tested; so you figured everyone was safe. Sid manned the grill, while you took care of fixing all the rest of the food. As dusk grew closer you brought out glow necklaces for a couple of kids to wear that were there. Though you weren’t surprised to see one around Sid’s neck and on top of his head.

“Look, mommy, daddy has a cown on.”

“Cr-own, sweetie.” You told her as she was having trouble with her ‘R’s.’ She repeated the word, still missing the R, but it was rather adorable. “And doesn’t he look very handsome in it.” She nodded her little head up and down, as you held her in your arms. You felt her grow heavier, as her little head relaxed onto your shoulder.

“Hey princess,” Sid said coming up to her. “Don’t fall asleep now. You waited for three whole sleeps to see the fireworks.

“I’m tired, though.”

“Here, wear daddy’s magic crown and it will wake you up.” Sid was truly phenomenal with his daughter and it was moments like this that made your heart swell even more. He looped the glow stick enough that she could wear it on her head, which had her perking up a bit. Just then a loud boom sounded, signaling the start of the fireworks, and your daughter started to cry.

“Awww, what’s wrong sweetie,” you asked.

“It’s too loud,” she sobbed out.

“Here you want daddy to hold you.” Sid had a way of calming her down from day one, and sure enough the minute she was in his arms the crying stopped. “Now what color do you think the next one will be.”

“Geen,” she answered enthusiastically. Sure enough, a green one shot up.

“How did you know that princess?” She just put her little hands up and shrugged. “Ok let’s watch and see what this one will be.”

“It’s blue daddy, it’s blue.”

“I see it, sweetie.”

“It’s so big and p-etty. Do you think there’s a gold one for the Pens, daddy?”

“There might be, we just have to keep looking.”

“Another geen, oooo,” You listened to two banter back and forth and couldn’t help sliding up and wrapping your arms around the two.

“I think the next one is going to be red,” you told the duo. All three of you looked in the air and when the firework exploded it was a brilliant shade of gold, nothing like the red you’d predicted.

“It was gold mommy, just like I said.” And then she laughed.

“Yeah, silly mommy thinking she could play our game huh princess.” Your husband teased.

Your daughter, tilted her father’s face towards hers, hands on each side of his cheeks, and said in a very serious hushed tone. “But Daddy, mommy can play. We don’t want her to be sad.” She had the sweetest heart, just like her father, and well maybe you too.

“Of course, mommy can play, we don’t ever want mommy to be sad.” He said looking over at you trying not to smirk, then pecking your lips.

“That’s better,” your daughter said, and turned her attention back to the fireworks. They went on for another fifteen minutes or more. The three of you playing the little game the entire time. As the finale, came on there were lots more booms, though she didn’t seem to mind them anymore.

You leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Make sure you make a wish on the last sparkle before it goes out.” You could see your little one concentrating hard and as the last one went off, she mumbled something under her breath. “What did you wish for, sweetie?”

“I wished for baby sister, like Alex so I have someone to play with all the time.” Your eyes widen and you looked over to your husband.

“Well princess, mommy, and daddy will have to work on that.” He said with a raise of his brows. You knew where his mind immediately went.

As your eyes stayed locked with his, you shrugged your shoulder and said, “Or maybe her wish already came true.” You’d been holding out for the perfect moment to tell Sid that you were pregnant, but this seemed almost too perfect to pass up.

“Really?”

You smiled brightly at your husband, while your daughter rested her head on his shoulder. “Yes really, though I can’t promise it will be a girl.” He kissed your lips, a gentle caress that you both wanted to last forever.

“You’re smooching me, daddy.” Your little girl piped up, causing you to break apart.

“Sorry, sweetie. Daddy is just really happy, that your wish is coming true.”

“It is?” She hadn’t realized you being pregnant would give her the little sister or brother that she’d asked for. “How many sleeps till she comes?”

“OH, it’s a lot of sleeps princess. I’m not sure you can count that high.” Sid told her.

“I’m gonna go see if Alex can count that high for me.” She wiggled out of Sid’s arms and scooted across the lawn to go play with her friends.

Sid drew you near then, holding you in the circle of his arms, while the two of you watched her play. “Ready for number two?” You asked.

“More than ready; though I’m not going to complain if it’s a boy.” You knew that Sid wanted a son, that he could pass down all his knowledge of hockey too; not that he wasn’t doing that already with your daughter, but a little boy would be different. “Though I wouldn’t mind another little sparkler like her.” He breathed out as, as he watched his baby girl. She really did have her daddy wrapped around her finger. While you, you simply had everything that you’d ever wanted.  

#sidney crosby #sidney crosby imagine #Sidney Crosby Imagines #Sidney Crosby as a dad #nhl imagines #nhl fanfic #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction #Pittsburgh Penguins fanfiction #Pittsburgh Penguins imagines #Pittsburgh Penguins imagine

[oliviaischillin1204]

let’s play a game

Pairings: Platonic LAMP

Word Count: 5,983 words

inspired by this post by @thetickleeraven (thank you dani!! this was why i sent you that ask a few days ago lol, i hope i did your idea justice)

imma keep it real with you chief. idk how good this is but it’s Long and also i haven’t posted anything in over a month and i miss it so i hope y’all enjoy and hopefully i will be able to keep this motivation train going

Honestly, no one could really agree on who was to blame for the game. They had just been talking about what to do for their next game night (Patton’s idea) when the subject somehow came around to how much fun they all had when they played tickling games together (Roman’s fault, of course). Then someone (Logan, probably) began brainstorming a potential set of rules and regulations, and the game was made.

But if anyone really wanted the truth, well. It was Virgil who asked if they could play it tonight. So here they were.

“Everyone remember the rules?” Logan asked, smoothing a hand over his tie like he did when he was nervous. Roman nodded, pulling out the instructions on a sparkly piece of paper.

“Each number on the die correlates to a type of laugh. 1 is snort, 2 is giggle, 3 is squeal, 4 is scream, 5 is whine, and 6 is cackle,” he recited. “My and Patton’s objective is to coax that type of laughter from our respective lees, in any way possible.”

He shot his eyes over to Logan, who pointedly did not let his gaze drop, even as his cheeks grew warmer. Next to him, Virgil was already wrapping his arms around his midriff as Patton gave him a cheeky smile.

“If the ler can accomplish his task in less than one minute, he gets two points,” Roman continued. “If he succeeds after one minute, both the ler and the lee get one point. Zero points to the ler and two points to the lee if the group agrees that the lee has lasted long enough without letting the ler win.”

Virgil scoffed. “Yeah, ‘cause that’s definitely not a biased way to measure it.”

“Oh, so you think the lee should be tickled until they give up whatever laughter their ler is looking for?” Roman asked, quirking his head innocently. “Because if that’s what you want, to get tickled and tickled until you finally break, we can change the rules now--”

“Okay! Enough!” Virgil blurted, face significantly redder than it was a few seconds before. He hugged himself tighter as Roman laughed, reaching over to pat his knee in reassurance.

“Everyone ready, gang?” Patton asked, his face full of excitement.

“Ready!” Roman chirped, while Virgil and Logan merely nodded. “Who wants to go first?” 

Virgil paused, looking around the small circle before dropping his eyes to his hands in his lap. He wanted to play the game, of course, he wouldn’t have agreed if he didn’t want to do it, but the idea of going first was not looking particularly appealing to him. Luckily, Logan must have caught on to his discomfort, because the logical side drew everyone’s attention with a small cough.

“If it’s all the same,” he said, “I think I’d prefer it if Roman and I were first.”

Roman grinned. “Just can’t wait, can you?” He smirked when Logan’s face went a bit pink at his words, and he reached for the die.

“Okay, here we go...” he said grandly, somehow managing to turn a simple phrase so dramatic that the other three sides couldn’t help but laugh. He shook the die in his hand and dropped it onto the floor, allowing all four of them to watch it roll to a stop. 

Patton leaned forward, straightening his glasses. “That’s a 5!”

Immediately Logan had to fight off a nervous smile, especially when Roman turned to him with a joyful look in his eyes.

“You know what to do, Specs,” he said with a certain teasy tone in his voice. “On your stomach, please.”

Logan complied without protesting, mostly because he was a little grateful to start the game on one of his less intense spots. He laid his head on his folded arms, feeling a little shy under Virgil and Patton’s curious gazes.

“One minute on the timer, starting...” 

He couldn’t hear anything behind him for a few seconds, and the awful anticipation made him want to squirm. Finally, just before he was about to ask Roman if everything was alright, he felt two fingers slowly begin to walk down his spine.

“Ah-ha!” he exclaimed before he could stop himself, quickly pressing his lips into a thin line. Roman’s low chuckle from somewhere behind him was not helping in the slightest.

“Don’t be rude, Teach,” he teased, speeding up his fingers a bit as he began skimming the fingers from his other hand around his shoulderblades. “I just want to hear you whine, and what better way to do that than tickling your favorite melt spot? I mean, it is still your favorite, isn’t it?”

Logan didn’t answer, half because he didn’t want to admit that Roman was right, and half because he’s not sure what sort of noises would come out of him if he opened his mouth right now. All of his focus was on Roman’s skilled fingers, now focused on spidering down his spine to congregate on the back of his hips, occassionally giving quick scratches to the exposed stretch of skin above his pantline where his shirt had come untucked.

“Tickle tickle tickle,” Roman murmured, and wow they really should’ve made a rule against verbal teasing because it was making the fluttering feeling against his back so much more tickly. Logan found himself subtly rocking back and forth, as if he could displace Roman’s hands by moving his torso two inches to the left.

“Oh, feeling a bit wiggly, are we?” Roman asked, the smirk audible in his voice. “Hang on, I think I remember what to do here--”

Logan’s eyes went wide, but it was too late: Roman had shoved one hand up his shirt and was now grazing that one specific spot on the back of his ribs with his fingernails. Slowly, slowly, slowly.

Logan’s back arched involuntarily, and he let out a quiet, high pitched keening noise that no one could deny was a textbook whine. He began to let out quiet giggles as well, muffling the sound into his arms with no avail.

“The trick is to only do one side at a time,” he heard Roman confide in their onlookers. “Two hands makes him absolutely freak out, but one hand is just enough to--”

“Stohohop! You won!” Logan blurted through his giddy noises. He heard Roman scoff in mock offense before finally pulling his hand out of Logan’s shirt, pulling it back down and patting his back comfortingly.

“Thank you for the points, Pocket Protector! I would say I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’re too upset about losing, are you?”

Logan rolled his eyes as he sat up, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“Yes, yes, you passed the first round. Congratulations on your two points. Whose turn is it now?”

Patton giggled. “Our turn, silly!” He turned to Virgil, raising his eyebrows.

“Virge, you ready?”

“Yep,” Virgil replied quickly. “I’ll roll.” He snatched up the die before he could change his mind, rolling it in his palm. Something about being the one in control of the dice made him feel better, and Roman always says confidence is key, so maybe the universe would see how bold he was being and would go easy on him--?

The die dropped from his hand by accident and rolled to a stop on the floor, with the number 1 practically glowing up at him.

“Fuck off.” Thanks, universe.

To his left, Patton gave a dramatic gasp. “Virgil! Language!” His eyes narrowed, turning playfully dangerous as he continued, “Oh, you’re gonna be sorry you said that, kiddo! Roman, get the timer!”

Virgil’s eyes widened, and it took everything in him to not full on run away from what he knew he was coming; but, again, he agreed to play by the rules, so he only fought a minimal amount as Patton crawled forward to pull him to his doom.

“Patton, no, Patton, no, Patton no!” 

“Patton, yes!” Patton replied, pulling the flailing anxious side towards him until Virgil’s back was leaning against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Timer’s ready,” Roman interjected with a fair bit of amusement. He started the stopwatch, holding it up so Patton and Virgil could see it.

“Are you ready, Virgil? Are you ready?” Patton cooed, watching in delight as Virgil’s ears turned bright red. “Oh, it’s tickle time! It’s tickle time! It’s ticky-ticky-ticky tickle time!”

“Pahahatton!” he protested, already slipping into giggles as he fought to keep Patton’s breath off of his ear. “No tahahalking!”

“Oh, no talking?” Patton hummed, being kind enough to not press him mouth against Virgil’s neck so he could torture him with the vibrations. “Well, if I can’t talk, maybe I’ll just have to--”

He struck before finishing his sentence, catching Virgil off guard with a big, noisy kiss right behind his ear. A sound that was half laugh, half yell escaped his lips before he slammed his hands over his mouth.

“Oh, whatcha doing, Virgil?” Patton asked, peering over to catch his eye. “You trying not to laugh, silly billy? You think you can hold it in? Aw, you’re so cute!”

He combined the compliment with a soft peck of a kiss to the back of Virgil’s ear, and a full body shiver wracked Virgil’s frame. Patton grinned, and repeated the action several more times, tightening his hold around Virgil’s waist to keep him from squirming right out of his lap.

“Do you like my kisses, Virgil? Huh? Virgey likes the kissy-kisses?”

Virgil grunted behind his hands, his eyes screwed shut in half desperation and half embarrassment.

Patton grinned. Virgil was so silly! By covering his mouth and being forced to breathe through his nose, he was making it much easier to coax those cute little snorts out of him! Speaking of which--

“Virgil,” he murmured, letting his warm breath brush over Virgil’s ear and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “I’m gonna give you to the count of three, and then you’re gonna give me those snorts. Okay? One...”

Virgil shook his head frantically, but Patton paid him no mind.

“Two...”

A choked laugh came from behind his hands, but Patton didn’t do anything. He just sat there, casually exhaling slowly over the back of Virgil’s neck. The anxious side continued to squirm, his entire body tensed for the anticipated attack, but still nothing came. He knew it was a trick, he knew it, but he couldn’t keep his muscles tensed forever, so maybe if he just relaxed for a quick second he could--

The instant Patton felt Virgil’s body go slightly slack in his arms, he pressed his lips to the back of his neck and blew the biggest raspberry he could manage.

Virgil gasped and burst out laughing in quick succession, hands dropping from his mouth as he weakly tried to push Patton away from him somehow. He inhaled loudly, letting his breath run out with his laughter, and then--

Snort.

“Gohohod dammit!” Virgil screamed through his uncontrollable giggles, face growing even redder as he made another adorable snorting sound. He was aware of Roman cheering and Logan saying something about points, but all he could think about was how desperately he needed Patton’s mouth off of his neck right now immediately.

Unfortunately for him, Patton didn’t relent, instead blowing a bunch of smaller rasperries against his neck to keep Virgil snorting for at least a few more seconds. Just so they could get a clear ruling on whether or not he’d won the points! No other reason, of course.

Finally he let Virgil go, unwrapping his arms from his waist as the other side shot his hands up to rub at his poor neck protectively.

“Got your snorties, little piggie!” Patton chirped. Virgil tried to glower at him, but the effect was ruined by his bright pink cheeks and wobbly smile.

“So that’s two points for Roman, two points for Patton, and none for Virgil or myself,” Logan repeated. “Roman, will you roll the die?”

Roman grinned. “With great pleasure, Loganberry!” He snatched up the die, only giving it a few shakes before throwing it to the floor. It bounced for a moment until it came to rest right in front of Logan.

He peered at it, and his eyes lit up in triumph. “Ah. This will be an easy one, then.”

“Why, what’d you get?” Patton asked. Logan carefully picked up the die and presented the number 2 to the group.

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “And that makes this easy for you, because...?”

“Because,” Logan said stiffly, shifting his glasses, “I do not giggle.”

The other three sides paused as his words sunk in.

“Logan, buddy,” Roman said gently, “we’ve definitely heard you giggle before. Like, two minutes ago.”

Logan huffed. “Because I wasn’t trying to control myself at that point. Trust me, if given the opportunity, I am perfectly adept at withholding such light laughter.”

He wasn’t expecting Roman to suddenly cross the distance between them, kneeling before him with a focus that made him shrink back on instinct.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that, ” Roman said, pushing Logan by the shoulders until he was flat on his back, easily crawling over his hips and pinning his arms above his head with one hand. The bright and dangerous look in his eyes was enough to make Logan freeze like a trapped animal.

He heard Patton say something about the timer, but all he could focus on was Roman, as the creative side raised one hand to hover over his chest.

The two of them made eye contact for just a moment, before Roman grinned.

“The itsy, bitsy spider went up the water spout--”

Logan’s eyes bulged. “No--!”

But it was too late: Roman began spidering his fingers up Logan’s side, starting from just above his hips and lazily crawling up his torso.

“Down came the rain and washed the spider out!”

He scratched his way down Logan’s side again, taking his time to thoroughly cover the sensitive spots with tickles. Logan writhed, throwing himself as far to the other side as he could.

“Out came the sun and dried up all the rain,” Roman sang, leaning forward to blow cool air across Logan’s neck to make him squirm while his fingers focused on one specific spot halfway up his side.

“Ssst- stohohop, stop,” Logan begged. Roman ignored him in favor of tightening his grip on Logan’s wrists as he moved his fingers higher again.

“And the itsy, bitsy spider--”

“No!”

“Went up the spout--”

“Roman!”

“Again!” Roman cheered as his fingers made his way to Logan’s exposed armpit, scratching and skittering away in the ticklish little hollow. Logan bucked, twisted his body, and yanked on his arms as hard as he could, but despite everything, he did not giggle.

“Thirty seconds, Ro!” Patton called. Roman’s mouth set into a firm line.

“If you make me lose, Lo, I’ll make you regret it,” he murmured. He stopped tickling as he pulled his hand back, and Logan took the break to exhale.

“If you lose, it will be because of your own inadequacy,” he retorted, still pulling on his arms. Roman’s eyes narrowed.

“Yep, regret time starts now,” he announced, and before Logan could react, he released his hold on Logan’s wrists and attached both hands to his ribs, squeezing and prodding the bones with no rhyme or reason.

“Ro-oman! Nahahahaha- nohoho!” Logan’s shocked laughter bust out of him at the unexpected intense tickles. His hands dropped, trying to pull Roman’s hands off of his ribcage, but Roman’s vibrating fingers made him weak with laughter.

“There it is!” Roman said triumphantly. “See, we just need to break you down first, right? That’s all you need, just some big tickles so we can break down those walls!” His grin morphed into a smirk as he suddenly abandoned Logan’s ribs and grabbed his wrists once again, wiggling his free hand over Logan’s armpit.

“And now we just--”

His finger dove in, spiraling in circles around Logan’s hollow before dipping into the deepest part of his armpit. Logan gasped, body going tense for a short second before he went limp, falling into helpless giggles at the teasy pit tickles.

Virgil snickered from the sidelines, leaning over to check the stopwatch. “And with 5 seconds left, Logan loses yet again.” He laughed out loud at the petulant pout on Logan’s face, but stopped laughing as Logan sat up, grabbing the die and tossing it to him.

“Your turn, Virgil,” he said smoothly. “I do hope Patton doesn’t target your tummy next. That would just be awful for you.”

Virgil flushed as Patton and Roman laughed, but he did roll the die quickly enough that he couldn’t pretend he hated Logan’s suggestion. It bounced for a second before coming to a stop in front of Patton, whose brow furrowed in determination.

“Oh, this is a hard one,” he admitted while looking down at the 3. “Virgil doesn’t really squeal that much, ‘cause if it tickles that bad he usually just starts laughing right away.”

Virgil made an embarrassed noise. “Pat--”

“I mean, I know his giggle spots, snorty spots, cackle spots, but squeals? He’s just too ticklish to not full-on laugh--”

“Pat!”

“Hm?” Patton looked back up at Virgil’s red face, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ before breaking into a smile. “Aw, sorry, stormcloud! I didn’t mean to tease.”

Virgil grumbled, but didn’t move away when Patton gently pushed him onto his back, hands covering his stomach instinctively. “Just-- just get it over with.”

“Don’t fret, Doom and Gloom!” Roman said, setting up the timer. “You might get some points this round!”

Logan made a disagreeing noise, looking down at Virgil with a teasy smile. “Oh, I have a good deal of faith that Patton will be able to make his little ‘stormcloud’ squeal.”

Virgil groaned, head thumping back onto the floor. “Oh my God, just be quiet-- ah!”

He jerked as he felt Patton’s fingers running along his neck, swiping up at his ears and down to his collarbone.

“Maybe there’s some squeals up here? What do you think?”

“Ngh!” Virgil spluttered, fighting to keep his hands from batting at Patton’s. His nails seemed to glide over the thin skin of his neck, sending the worst kinds of tingles down his spine and making his breath come faster.

“Hm, no? Are you sure?” Patton croon, tracing a finger around and around Virgil’s ear, giggling to himself as Virgil jerked his head away from the tickles. His fingers skittered downwards, coming to rest in the middle of Virgil’s chest.

“Let’s see... where should we go...”

He hummed in consideration, fingers skimming in different directions to keep Virgil guessing as he squirmed.

“How about... right here!” he finished, darting his hands down to tase Virgil’s sides. Just as he said, Virgil immediately broke into loud laughter, body moving from one side to another in a weak attempt to dodge the fluttering fingers on either side of his torso.

“A ticky-ticky-ticky-tickle!” Patton cooed. “Tickle-tickle-tickle, little Virgey! Oh, does it tickle, honey? Yeah? It does? Oh, I bet it just tickles so bad!”

He continue to tickle and tease, even though Virgil was well past the point of squealing. His eyes were screwed shut in giddy delight, his belly laughs coming fast and clear in his sensitive state.

Patton’s fingers trailed from his sides to his ribs to his underarms. “Hm, none o these are squealy spots, huh? You’re just too ticklish, huh, Virgil?”

“Plehehease,” Virgil giggled, embarassment curling in his stomach. “Dohohon’t--”

“Just squeal for me!” he replied cheerfully. “Come on, Virgey, you can do it!”

Virgil was laughing his head off, but he still didn’t even try to fake a squeal-- just because he didn’t want to give Patton two points, of course, and not because he might have actually been enjoying the tickles.

Until, of course, Patton’s hands reared up to hover over his stomach.

“Logan had such a good idea earlier,” he chirped. “Time for tummy tickles!”

Virgil gasped, sucking in his stomach as far as it would go, but a second later his laughter exploded out of him yet again as Patton began scribbling his fingers all over his stomach without preamble.

“Ahahahahahaha! Nahahahaha!” Virgil couldn’t stop himself from shooting his hands down to cover his stomach, but Patton merely tickled all of the exposed skin that he couldn’t cover at once. His feet drummed on the floor as he fought through his laughs, and between that and Patton’s incessant teasing he almost couldn’t hear the ‘beep beep’ of Roman’s phone in the background.

“Pahahat! The timer!”

Patton pouted. “Aw, so soon?” He pulled back, giving Virgil a chance to breathe, but a small cough from one of their onlookers pulled his attention.

“Actually, Patton,” Logan interjected, “the rules clearly state that the ler may continue until the group decides that the lee has lasted long enugh.” He smirked down at Virgil before turning to Roman. “Do you think he’s lasted long enough, Roman?”

Roman put a hand to his chin and hummed in consideration. He looked down at Virgil’s blushy, teary face, before grinning.

“I think Patton can still get those squeals! That okay, Virgil?”

Virgil glared at the two of them, who return his look with shit-eating grins.

“You are so de-ead!” Virgil’s threat ended in another explosion of helpless giggles as Patton returned to his task, squishing his tummy pudge with a cheerful dilligence.

“Oh, oh, oh! Virgil! I think I see somewhere your squeals might be hiding!”

Virgil craned his neck to look at Patton’s hands, which were now clawing the air right above his belly button. He gasped again.

“Nah! Not there!” he cried, drawing his legs up to protect his stomach.

“But Virgil! I wanna play with your little button!” Patton replied, grabbing Virgil’s legs. He just wanted to pull them down so he could really give his little tickle button the attention it deserved, but then--

Virgil squeaked, loudly, when Patton’s fingers wrapped around his knee.

Virgil and Patton froze, sharing a look of surprise for a few seconds, before Patton gave him an evil grin.

“What was that, stormcloud?”

“N- nothing, nothing!” Virgil replied quickly, tugging at his legs, but he couldn’t stop Patton from gripping around his calf with one arm and clawing just above his kneecap with his other hand.

“Is this a tickle spot someone forgot to tell me about?” he asked innocently. Virgil shook his head, smile growing.

“Patton-- Popstar, please, I’ll do whatever you want, don’t ti-- don’t touch me!”

Patton tsked, swirling one finger around the bone. “Aw, I’m so sorry, honey, but you know the rules! If I find a tickle spot, I have to play with it!” He began pinching and vibrating his fingers in the muscle above Virgil’s knee, which sent him into desperate, frantic laughter, weakly trying to kick his legs out of Patton’s grip.

“You know, for someone with such tickly knees, your jeans sure have a lot of holes in them,” Patton pondered aloud, worming his fingers through one of the rips and scratching at Virgil’s bare skin.

“Wahahait-- wait!”

“Wait for what?” Patton asked, tracing his nails along his kneecap. “We’re just playing a game, right? Are you having fun, kiddo?”

Virgil’s giggles refused to dim enough for him to speak, but he still managed a small nod at Patton’s question.

“Aw, I’m having a lot of fun with you, too, stormcloud!” Patton cooed, darting a hand up to give a quick tickle to Virgil’s thighs, then to his hips, up to his tummy, back down to his thighs-- moving his hand too quickly for Virgil to predict or protect himself, all while his other hand was lazily tickling all around his bare knee.

“Tickle tickle tickle! Tickle tickle tickle! Aw, listen to those giggles! Those little giggly tickly giggles!” Patton’s teasing was pushing Virgil to the edge, the different sensations were keeping him in an unending stream of laughter, and he didn’t know how it could get any worse.

So of course, Patton chose that moment to slips his fingers around to caress the underside of Virgil’s knee, his nails tracing and stroking the thin skin.

“Tickle, tickle--”

And just like that, Virgil was squealing, loud and high pitched and desperate. He writhed on the floor, all of his attention on that one terrible little spot behind his knee. His hands came up in a useless attempt to cover his mouth.

“I did it!” Patton said triumphantly. He pulled his hands back to give Virgil room to breathe.

“You-- you--” Virgil panted, a wobbly smile on his face. When Patton continued to give him a beaming smile, he sighed and rolled his eyes fondly.

“Yeah, you did it, Pat,” he said. “Good job.”

Patton chuckled, helping Virgil lean his head in his lap so he could rest. “Good job to you to, kiddo! You lasted way more than a minute!”

“One point for Virgil, and another point for Patton,” Roman confirmed. Eyes flicking between Virgil and Logan, he gave a cheeky smile as he turned to Logan and asked, “Hey, Specs, does that mean you’re the only one without a point?”

Logan bristled. “That is irrelevant. The game is not over yet.”

Roman’s grin widened. “We’ll see.” He grabbed the die, tossing it once in the air and catching it in his palm before holding it out to Logan. “Would you care to do the honors?”

Logan plucked the die from his hand without responding, thinking to himself as he prepared to roll. Of the 6 potential outcomes, he would have the best luck with one of the rolls he’d already gotten, 5 or 2. He was confident in his abilities to withhold his snorts or his squeals, so 1 or 3 were also safe bets. And honestly, he didn’t really tend to “cackle” (which was a subjective term and not a good indicator for the game, but that didn’t stop Roman from including it anyway) so 6 was also most likely a safe bet. Therefore, he had a 5/6 chance at getting at least one point this round.

With the security of someone who knows the odds, Logan rolled the die to Roman’s feet.

Roman looked down at it, an intentionally unreadable look on his face.

“Well?”

Roman didn’t answer, instead grabbing the die and showing it to Patton and Virgil, rudely keeping it out of Logan’s view. Based on Patton’s happy gasp and Virgil’s amused huff of laughter, Logan was not amused.

“What did I roll?” he asked sharply as Roman passed the die to Patton. “Patton!”

Patton laughed aloud. “Sorry, Logi.” He held up the die for Logan to see, and the logical side’s face paled at the sight of the number 4 peering back at him.

The world abruptly spun as Logan felt himself suddenly being moved from his seated position to lying flat on his back. The fall shocked him, but to his greater surprise he realized he was still moving-- he was being dragged across the carpet by his ankles.

“No!” he yelped before he could stop himself.

“Oh, yes!” Roman said, capturing both of Logan’s ankles underneath one arm, looking over his shoulder with a terrible grin. “We all know what it takes to make you scream, isn’t that right?”

One lazy finger trailed down Logan’s left sole, and he jumped, shaking his head frantically as his lips stayed clamped shut. Roman responded by adding a second finger, this time giving just the lightest of scratches to his right sole.

“Ngh,” Logan said, eloquent as ever. Roman chuckled.

“Aw, speechless already? Gosh, you must be really ticklish here if you can’t even handle a couple fingers. Maybe I should just--”

Roman began scratching against Logan’s heels, but nearly stopped when the logical side made a desperate noise, yanking his legs as hard as he could.

“Please!”

His voice was so full of panic, it made Roman stop, looking back with genuine concern at the blushy mess of a side on the floor behind him. Logan met his eyes, but despite how desperate he had sounded a moment before, he did not try any further attempts to escape.

“Oh, you really can’t handle the buildup, huh?”

Logan shook his head, eyes screwed shut and cheeks flushed. The following silence made him tense up with anticipation.

“... Okay, okay, don’t worry, Logan. I won’t be so mean as to tease your worst spot.”

His words settled over Logan, who, after a moment of surprise, breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank--”

Roman didn’t even let him finish his sentence before shoving his fingers directly under Logan’s toes, scratching at the skin with a merciless accuracy.

Logan immediately broke into loud screams of laughter.

“Ahahahahahahaha! Nahaha! Why--? Oh Gohohohod!” His howls of laughter exploded out of him as he writhed on the floor, hands jerking as he struggled to not lean forward and hit Roman on reflex.

“I said no teasing!” Roman defended, calling out over Logan’s wild laughter. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t tickle! Thanks for the points, Logan!”

He wormed his fingers in between Logan’s toes, scratching his nails along the stems, and Logan’s screams heightened to shrieks. One hand went to fruitlessly cover his mouth, while the other started started banging on the floor in desperation.

Roman, to his credit, didn’t tease, but he also didn’t stop tickling him, even though Logan had definitely already lost this round. What’s more, he kept going for a long time, longer than he should’ve, and had the timer really not gone off yet--?

Logan turned his head, blinking the laughter-induced tears out of his eyes as he tried to focus on the others, but all he saw was Patton smiling down at Virgil as he played with his hair. His phone sat untouched beside him.

Logan made an affronted noise through his laughter, waving an arm around to get Patton’s attention.

“Pahahat-- Patton! Timeheher!”

Patton snapped up, looking at Logan with confusion before his expression became guilty.

“Oh, gosh, was I supposed to set the timer? I’m sorry, Logan, I totally forgot!”

Roman laughed out loud at this revelation, and eased up on the tickling until he was merely skimming Logan’s soles. Virgil sat up and gave Logan a taunting grin.

“Sucks to suck, Teach,” he drawled. “It’s not Patton’s fault you’re too ticklish for this game--”

Logan’s hand shot out to grab the abandoned die on the ground, and he threw it right at Virgil.

“Virgil’s turn.”

The die hit Virgil’s chest and bounced onto the floor in front of Patton, who swooped it up with a joyous grin.

“Oh, Virgil! Look what we got!” He flipped the die over to show Virgil, who glanced at the number before doing a double take.

“What? No!” he insisted with a shaky smile. “No, we didn’t roll the die, Logan did-- no!”

Patton ignored his protests in favor of throwing him on the floor, struggling to pin him with how hard he was thrashing.

“Time for your little button!” he cooed, wrestling Virgil onto his back and straddling his hips. “Time for your little button!”

Virgil choked out a laugh, batting Patton’s hands away. “St-- stohohop-- stop!” The two scrabbled for a moment, but Patton was too quick, and in a second his pointer finger was shoved directly into Virgil’s belly button, wiggling and scratching and vibrating all at once.

“Nahahahahahaha!”

Virgil couldn’t even form words as Patton tickled his worst spot relentlessly, not even giving him any buildup to prepare for the tickly sensations. 

“A ticky ticky ticky ticky!” Patton cooed, giggling along with Virgil’s desperation. “Aw, is someone a little ticklish here? Right here in this little tickle button?”

“I think those are screams, Patton,” Logan managed through his light laughter. “He needs to cackle, remember?”

Patton hummed. “Oh, you’re right, Logan!”

He shifted so he could shove his thumb into Virgil’s belly button instead, corkscrewing it in the small hole as his other four fingers scratched and squeezed at his hypersensitive stomach. Virgil gasped for air, and his wheezing shrieks shifted into undeniable cackles.

“And there it is,” Roman announced. “Two more points for Patton!”

“What are the scores again, Roman?” Patton asked over Virgil’s laughter. Roman paused, tapping his fingers against Logan’s feet as he thought.

“I don’t remember!” he admitted. The two lers stopped, looking at their giggly, blushy lees as they let them catch their breath, Logan was covering as much of his bright red face as he could, while Virgil had gone practically boneless on the floor.

Roman and Patton shared another look, before Patton gave him a deceptively sweet grin.

“Sudden death round?”

Logan and Virgil’s eyes snapped open.

“Do not--”

“Fuck, no--”

“Fantastic idea!” Roman replied cheerfully, grabbing the die and rolling it again. “That’s a 3!”

Both he and Patton abruptly changed positions, Patton shimmying down to reach Virgil’s knees again, while Roman crawled upwards to wrap his arms around Logan’s torso.

“Pat, no-- nohohoho!” Virgil’s protests fell into helpless laughter and squeals as Patton began scurrying his fingers all over his legs before honing in on that soft skin behind his knee.

“Roman, please do not touch me!” Logan threw his head back as Roman immediately targeted his highest ribs, pinning him with his weight as the normally stoic side gasped and let out a series of embarrassingly adorable noises at the torture.

After exactly one minute, they both pulled back in unison.

“My turn!” Patton snatched up the die and dropped it again. “That’s a 2!”

He pulled himself up to latch his hands around Virgil’s sides, squeezing them haphazardly as he leaned down to nibble around his belly button. Virgil weakly pushed aganst his head, but his high pitched giggles were sapping the strength from his body.

Roman hummed in thought. “I think I’m gonna go back down here!” He grabbed Logan’s ankle, and all it took was him fluttering his fingers against the ball of Logan’s foot before he, too, was a giggly mess.

Around and around and around they went-- a 1 led Patton back to Virgil’s neck while Roman attached himself to Logan’s hips, then a 5 had both sides on their stomachs as Roman scratched all over Logan’s back and Patton spidered his hands down the backs of Virgil’s thighs. At one point, they somehow managed to roll three 4s in a row, leading to what must have been truly unbearble tickle torture for the hypersensitive lees.

After many, many more rounds, they finally decided to have mercy and call the game. Virgil was long past fighting against his laughter, and was trying his hardest to not melt directly into the floor; Logan was panting heavily, his hands weakly balled up at his sides as the last of the adrenaline left his system.

“Well,” Roman said after a few minutes of recuperation, “thoughts on the game?”

“I liked it!” Patton chirped immediately, causing Virgil to snort.

“Of course you did,” he replied. “You’re not one of the ones who almost died.”

“Figuratively died,” Logan corrected. “But... I cannot say I didn’t enjoy it.”

Roman smirked, leaning over him and pinching his cheek. “Of course you enjoyed it! You never even safeworded, because you love it so much--”

Logan swatted his hand away, cheeks pinking anew. “Yes, yes, you bragadocious victor. I assure you, when we play again I will be better prepared.”

“Who got the most points, anyway?” Virgil asked, stopping the playful fight between the others. “Like, who was the winner?”

Of course Patton had to take the chance to pull them all into a hug as he exclaimed how they were all winners, but if they were being honest, not a single one of them could disagree.

#tickling #tickle fic #tickling community #my posts #my writing #let's play a game #lee!logan #lee!virgil #ler!patton #ler!roman #sanders sides tickling #the way i didn't realize this was almost 6k words until i finished it lol #also this is not uber proofread so roast the shit outta me #edit: ok fixed a couple typos lol

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~wHaTs yoUr fAvoRiTe UndErTalE ship? 🤔

Got any stupid or silly Walls headcanons you always wanted to share?

yeah I think I've got a few!

1) I think I've vaguely mentioned Mettaton being shorter than Devon (6'3) and Papyrus (6'0) but I'm not sure I've ever gotten across just how short I actually imagine him as. he stands at 5'3 normally, but he wears heels to boost himself a little bit. I think I went with this because I was seeing a lot of people criticizing artists who drew him any shorter than Papyrus (which, fair enough ig, if you go by sprite heights he would be) and I like to be contrarian sometimes so I was just like -shrinks him further- so yeah Walls Mettaton is a short king

2) Mettaton plays electric guitar and he can shred like a motherfucker, BUT even though it's cool it doesn't really fit with his prim and glamorous image, so virtually nobody knows about this ability. I've dabbled with the idea of him maybe telling Papyrus in an upcoming chapter, but I haven't decided if I'm actually going to implement it or just let it be an "extracanonical" fun fact about him.

3) Devon probably likes cop shows and praises them for having "queer representation" because he's That kind of liberal

4) Devon is also one of those rich people who has to have the latest iPhone the second it comes out even though he gripes about the fact that they no longer come with headphone jacks or chargers

5) Devon's favorite movie is probably Fight Club (I have never seen Fight Club, I just see it often listed as one of those movies that men you should avoid have as their favorite movie)

6) Mettaton wants to be/voice the first gay Disney prince

I might add to this later if I think of more lol

#the walls around our hearts #anonymous #thank you for asking!