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impactedfates · 6 months

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Okay I have this idea but yes yes anyway [might be long I'm so sorry]

So basically Wanderer practically joined Traveller to journey out to the last 3 regions of Teyvat. But but bUUUUT right now they're at Fontaine and doing some stuff [aka the current available quests]

Once he and the Traveller are taking a massive break over things, him checking out some places to hang out when he saw someone— another puppet, basically

When he approached them, surprise its his younger sibling [aka reader], and they still remember him despite the Irminsul incident one region ago

How would the interaction go from there? I want moar genshin-sibling-platonicness help

— 🫶🏻 Anon with another gift! A Neuvilette An otter with some things! 🦦🐚🪸🪷

A/N: THAT'S SUCH A CREATIVE IDEA ACTUALLY ANOIFENI. More genshin sibling platonic storys yes >:D AND THANK YOU FOR THE MINI NEUVI

W.C: 1237

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial

Format: Fic

Warnings: None (I think?)

Extra: Traveller Lumine because she needs more love, also I prefer Traveller Lumine ngl // Scaras a mean but caring older brother // Reader is a young adult // Sorry if this wasn't as long as you hoped, I haven't done any of the side quests in Fontaine :sob: willing to write a pt 2 though // I did not proof read this, I relied solely on my proofreader

Just Like Me - Platonic Scaramouche x Sibling! Reader

“Ahhh…it feels so good to relax”

Lumine sighed tiredly as she plopped herself on a bench. Scaramouche raised an eyebrow at the blonde and rolled his eyes as he stared at the traveller practically melting onto the bench. Paimon doing the same.

“You two are tired already? It’s only 12pm”

“AND we’ve been doing commissions and helping others since MIDNIGHT”

Lumine countered, now laying atop of the bench like it was the most comfiest bed in the world, Paimon nodded in agreement, going to fly over and lay down too but was knocked back a bit by Lumine.

“Go away Paimon…all you did was float around…”

“Hey!! Paimon makes great emotional support”

And all Lumine could respond with was a tired yet sarcastic ‘sure you are’. Scara watched the scene unfold in front of him and shook his head a bit. Perhaps it was because he was a puppet and didn’t get tired as fast as regular humans, but he wanted to continue their mission in Fontaine before they went to the next 2 nations.

He sat on the ground next to the blonde and after half an hour he was bored once again. Groaning a bit as he tipped his head back.

“When are we continuing our little ‘adventure’?”

“If you’re so up for it, you can go explore…look for people to help or ideally…a place to better relax and/or a place to dump Paimon”

“Hey! What’s with you and leaving me alone”

Scara shook his head as the two travelling companions began to playfully bicker, deciding to take the proposal Lumine suggested, he stood up again and began walking around Fontaine for a place to hang out or just someone in trouble. If he’d actually help them? He didn’t know either.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME”

Scara covered his ears at the sudden loud screech, turning to the source of the sound, he saw someone being cornered by some guys, eyes narrowing a bit he quietly walked over.

“Just give us the mora, and we’ll be on our way”

“I’ve told you, I don’t have it. Nor do I have any debt to even be paid”

“Debt or not, we want the money”

Scara rolled his eyes, classical treasure hoarders. Using his vision he floated above them and slashed some anemo at them, pushing them to the ground. The person he saved looked up and tilted their head.

The treasure hoarders attempted to get up but the person quickly slashed them down with geo, knocking them fully unconscious.

“If you had a vision yourself, you should’ve used it”

Scara said, floating down and crossing his arms at the person who just shrugged.

“I was going too, until you came here. Are you a god or something?”

“Ha, could’ve been if my mom hadn’t betrayed me”

He mumbled under his breath, earning a confused look as the person didn’t know what he said. Quickly coughing into a fist he extended his hand.

“You can call me Wanderer, nice to meet you”

“Oh right, I’m [Name]”

They replied, a bit hesitant, taking his hand and shaking it. A bit quickly realising that the hand they shook didn’t feel the same as the others. And as creepy as it sounds, a puppet's hand is quite different to a human's hand.

Puppet?

Both Scara and [Name] looked at eachother, realising that well, both their hands felt like a puppets one.

“A puppet?”

“Seems so, wow I never met another puppet before”

“Don’t get used to it”

[Name] laughed a bit, before eyeing Scara up and down. Something about him felt familiar…perhaps too familiar. Before long they were pretty much staring and Scara was glaring at them as no words had been spoken during this time.

“Ah, sorry…but…Kuni?”

“...What?”

Scaras eyes widened at the name before narrowing again.

“How do you know that name?”

“My mom told me about Kunikuzushi or well…Kuni…he’s my older brother…well I see him as well, I’m not sure what my mom thinks”

“Older…brother…? Wait wait…you’re telling me your mother is Raiden Ei AND that you remember that?”

“Yes and yes…why is there a problem?”

Scara shook his head, this was quite the surprise for him. He had a younger sibling and they remembered him? Or the stories anyways. Thinking for a bit he decided to explain to [Name] about the incident with the ____ Tree.

Before long, he was walking them back to where he last left Lumine.

“Wow, so you erased yourself from this tree and now history has forgotten about you? Like you never existed”

“For the nth time…y e s”

“Sorry not sorry. But that’s just so cool”

[Name] explained, laughing a bit at their brother's tired look from explaining why he’s been pretty much deleted from history. Lumine was up by now and no longer bickering with Paimon, rather she was talking to someone with a smile. A smile that both Scara and [Name] recognised as a fake one.

“I’ll get right on that…yes yes bye”

Traveller waved off the Fontainian and as soon as they were out of sight their smiles dropped and buried their heads in their heads, proceeding to silently scream in them as Paimon attempted to comfort her.

“What have I told you about accepting everyone's request”

“...Not to do it”

“And you did it anyways”

Scara sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose but he had no bad feelings towards Lumine. He knew it could be hard to refuse after being known as such a helpful adventurer.

“Oh! It’s the famous traveller! Hello!”

A voice called out, Lumine turned her head to look at Scara and noticed [Name] raising a brow. Before either Lumine or Paimon could answer, Scara quickly explained.

“Wow so…Ei really made a 3rd puppet?”

“I believe they’re older then the Shogun puppet Paimon”

Lumine answered before turning back to [Name], holding her hand out for them to shake which they happily did. Scara rolled his eyes a bit at the interaction but shrugged it off. Not like it’s bad or anything.

“Hey! Since you two seem to want to hang out together, how about you join the commission Traveller just got?”

“Oh! That would be ni-”

“No”

Scara interrupted, coughing into his fist before looking at [Name] who stared back with a slight pout and a raised brow. Lumine and Paimon sighed a bit, they both internally knew that this was going to be awhile.

And it was! The pair had to listen to the two of them argue about [Name] joining the commission, and as harsh as Scaras words were to try to dissuade [Name] to join, Lumine could tell he just wanted to keep them safe. Unfortunately for Scara, he had been following Lumine to the commission area so…whether he liked it or not, looks like [Name] is joining.

He simply grumbled under his breath as he reluctantly grabbed his siblings arm and began dragging them around as Lumine started the commissions. If he couldn’t stop them from joining, the least he could do was protect them right?

That’s what siblings are for…and they’re also for

“THAT WAS MY SWEET MADAM [NAME]”

“NOT ANYMORE”

They’re also there to have silly arguments with after a long day of commissions, reminding both Paimon and Lumine what they must look like when they argue. Lumine simply laughed at their antics as she sipped her drink. (You wish that was you huh?)

If you want a pt 2 where I probably (hopefully) write Scara and [Name]s sibling dynamic better, please comment! I'll make one as soon as I finish my current requests :>>

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mimis-memes · 1 year

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ PUNNY PICK-UP LINES SENTENCE STARTERS. › ( in the spirit of Valentine’s day, here’s a compilation of various funny & punny pick-up lines ! Feel free to adjust them to better fit your muses and/or add more context. )

🚪 ❝ I a-door you ! ❞ 🍵 ❝ You’re a cute tea ! ❞ 🧁 ❝ You bake me crazy ! ❞ 🫁 ❝ We belung together ! ❞ 🐚 ❝ You’re very spe-shell ! ❞ 🧈 ❝ You’re my butter half ! ❞ 🔥 ❝ We’re a perfect match ! ❞ 🍲 ❝ You make miso happy ! ❞ 🥕 ❝ I carrot live without you ! ❞ 🐻 ❝ I love you bear-y much ! ❞ 🍌 ❝ I find you very a-peeling ! ❞ 🐳 ❝ I whale always love you ! ❞ 🍞 ❝ You’re the loaf of my life ! ❞ 🦦 ❝ There’s no otter like you ! ❞ 🦐 ❝ You’re shrimply the best ! ❞ 🍉 ❝ You’re my one in a melon ! ❞ 🍕 ❝ You have a pizza my heart ! ❞ 🐰 ❝ Nobunny compares to you ! ❞ 🪵 ❝ Wood you be my valentine ? ❞ 🍋 ❝ This is my best pick-up lime... ❞ 🍅 ❝ I love you from my head to-ma-toes ! ❞ 🌮 ❝ Can we taco ‘bout how cute you are ? ❞ 🍄 ❝ You take up so mushroom in my heart ! ❞ 🍍 ❝ If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple. ❞ 🗼 ❝ Are you a tower? Because Eiffel for you ! ❞ 🌽 ❝ I know it’s corny, but you’re a-maize-ing ! ❞ 🍩 ❝ I donut know what I would do without you ! ❞ ☕️ ❝ Words cannot expresso how much you mean to me ! ❞ 🧀 ❝ This might sound cheesy, but I think you’re really grate ! ❞

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nepeteaa · 1 year

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You're my Otter Half!

something fruity and furry for my partner for Valentines! ♥️🦦

#furry #furry art #fursona #otter #anthro #pine marten

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krovscastlerpg · 2 months

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It’s a special Valentine’s Day Ask Wednesday! To participate, just reblog this post and remember to send asks to the other players participating!

Romantic Headcanon Meme

Send a number (and, optionally, a ship) and I’ll describe:

How my Muse acts differently around their love interest(s)

What my Muse admires about their love interest(s)

What sort of daydreams / stray thoughts they have about their love interest(s)

Their worries/insecurities regarding their love interest(s)

How they express their interest/affection prior to a relationship

How they go about confessing their attraction

How they respond to a confession of attraction

How they respond to an anonymous love letter

Any physical/emotional/mental/spiritual feature(s) they find attractive

Personality traits they find attractive

How my Muse handles date night preparation

Ways my Muse goes out of their way for their love interest(s)

Ways my Muse seduces (or tries to) their love interest(s)

My Muse’s attitude towards sex and when/how to bring it up with their partner(s)

The differences between lust and love for my Muse

My Muse’s kinks and how they would bring them up to their partners), if at all

My Muse’s sexual fantasies regarding their partner(s)

How my Muse shows their love for their partner(s) non-verbally/through actions

What my Muse says instead of the words ‘I love you’

Any pet names my Muse has or would call their partner(s)

How my Muse would comfort their partner

How my Muse would tease their partner

My Muse’s thoughts on marriage and their position as a spouse

My Muse’s thoughts on starting a family and their position as a parent

My Muse’s thoughts on their experience / skill in bed

My Muse’s favorite part about having sex with their partner(s)

My Muse’s go-to gift or treat for their significant other(s)

My Muse’s favorite way to spoil and/or pleasure their partner(s)

My Muse’s preferred method of being spoiled / pleasured by their partner(s)

Ask any other question you can think of!

Punny Pick-up Lines Sentence Starters

( in the spirit of Valentine’s day, here’s a compilation of various funny & punny pick-up lines ! Feel free to adjust them to better fit your muses and/or add more context. )

🚪 ❝ I a-door you ! ❞

🍵 ❝ You’re a cute tea ! ❞

🧁 ❝ You bake me crazy ! ❞

🫁 ❝ We belung together ! ❞

🐚 ❝ You’re very spe-shell ! ❞

🧈 ❝ You’re my butter half ! ❞

🔥 ❝ We’re a perfect match ! ❞

🍲 ❝ You make miso happy ! ❞

🥕 ❝ I carrot live without you ! ❞

🐻 ❝ I love you bear-y much ! ❞

🍌 ❝ I find you very a-peeling ! ❞

🐳 ❝ I whale always love you ! ❞

🍞 ❝ You’re the loaf of my life ! ❞

🦦 ❝ There’s no otter like you ! ❞

🦐 ❝ You’re shrimply the best ! ❞

🍉 ❝ You’re my one in a melon ! ❞

🍕 ❝ You have a pizza my heart ! ❞

🐰 ❝ Nobunny compares to you ! ❞

🪵 ❝ Wood you be my valentine ? ❞

🍋 ❝ This is my best pick-up lime... ❞

🍅 ❝ I love you from my head to-ma-toes ! ❞

🌮 ❝ Can we taco ‘bout how cute you are ? ❞

🍄 ❝ You take up so mushroom in my heart ! ❞

🍍 ❝ If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple. ❞

🗼 ❝ Are you a tower? Because Eiffel for you ! ❞

🌽 ❝ I know it’s corny, but you’re a-maize-ing ! ❞

🍩 ❝ I donut know what I would do without you ! ❞

☕️ ❝ Words cannot expresso how much you mean to me ! ❞

🧀 ❝ This might sound cheesy, but I think you’re really grate ! ❞

Ask meme credits: x x

#krovscastletask #anon hour

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angstyaches · 1 year

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Hi! I just want to start off by saying I'm a really big fan of your writing. My fav is Charlie and Shayne 💜💜 Apologies in advance if I am not formatting this correctly. I'm not too familiar with Tumblr etiquette. This is my first ask! I would like to request a fluffy hunger/stomachache fic. The scenario I imagine is one of them is not taking care of themselves because of the demands of work/school. It's catching up with them via hunger pains. thank you for your consideration! -🦦💜

Thank you, lovely otter anon; this was a perfect request, and such a nice one to start off the new year. I hope I did it justice!

CW: prolonged hunger (unintentional), mention of food issues, stomach pain, stomach noises (onomatopoeic because I've been feeling it lately lol), brief embarrassment/flustering.

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“I’m fed up of talking about college now,” Charlie sighed. “I want to know about you. How are you, lovely?”

Shrunk down to fit on a screen that Charlie could hold in the palm of his hand, Shayne seemed to be sitting at the desk in his bedroom at the Aldridges’, one side of his face lit more brightly than the other as the fading daylight drifted in through the net curtains. Charlie knew there were net curtains in Shayne’s room because he remembered thinking ‘who still puts up net curtains these days?’

“I’m okay,” Shayne said. “A bit tired after training with Ryan all week. Elliott’s not here and she’s taking all of her mentoring out on me.”

Charlie broke into a nervous half-smile and leaned back into his pillow. It was flat – standard issue for students who were availing of campus accommodation – and he kept meaning to steal a fluffier one from his parents’ house. His room was on the ground floor of the building, so in order to retain any amount of privacy from the outside, he had shut his curtains despite the early hour (oh, wait – maybe that was why people used net curtains?). The only light was from his desk lamp across the room, which made his face look a bit ominous on-screen.

The shadows seemed to elongate his weariness, carving it out of his pores and his cheekbones. He hoped the quality of the picture on Shayne's end was low-quality enough that he wouldn't notice.

“How long did you train for today?”

“I don’t know,” Shayne grumbled, pressing his fingers into his own shoulder as though working on a knot. “Like, a billion hours?”

“A billion hours, wow,” Charlie remarked. He licked his lips, guilt stirring in his gut as he prepared to ask; “Have you eaten today?”

Shayne made a slightly disgusted face, which Charlie luckily knew was only partly serious. He lowered his voice and his gaze, eyes landing anywhere but on the camera lens. “Yes, idiot.”

Charlie waited a second, just in case Shayne was planning on elaborating. It was never a good idea to push him for details, but on occasion, he offered them up freely.

“Sorry. I had to check.”

“It’s okay.”

The guilt still churned sickeningly in Charlie’s belly. He hated bringing up triggering topics and making his boyfriend uneasy – especially when he wasn’t actually there to try to comfort him – but tonight, the guilt was about more than that.

Charlie himself was struggling to think of a single time, in the past four days, where he’d sat down and had an actual meal.

Cookies and muffins were snatched up from the student union shop in between seminars; packets of crisps and jellies were slowly munched over the course of five-hour essay-writing marathons; the odd smoothie was slurped on during a lecture. The only hot form of sustenance – if you could even call it sustenance – he’d had was in the form of coffee. And the volume of coffee was an issue in itself, far exceeding the volume of water that had passed his lips that week.

Tonight was the first opportunity where he might have been able to put a frozen pizza in the oven, or boil some pasta, but even if Charlie hadn’t been too exhausted to stand in the kitchen that he shared with three other students he barely knew, he still wouldn’t have done it.

Because since early that afternoon, hours before he’d handed in his final assignment of the week, he’d had a horrible tummy ache.

Maybe it was the stress of the final weeks of the semester. Maybe it was the endless flow of coffee eating away at the lining of his stomach. Maybe it was both. Charlie didn’t know.

What he did know was that seeing Shayne’s face – even on his phone screen – made him feel marginally better. That was, at least, until he’d started questioning his poor boyfriend on his eating habits, like a hypocrite.

“What time are you going to your parents’ tomorrow?” Shayne asked, still not really letting his eyes focus on the camera. He was anxious to divert the conversation away from food, and Charlie was, too.

“I think I’m getting the train around ten past one. After my last seminar,” Charlie said. The pain in his belly swelled at the thought of spending the weekend and jumping into the following week without having seen Shayne at all. “Are you sure you can’t come? They’d love to see you. And obviously, I would, too.”

Shayne shook his head. “Sorry, love. Nancy is still saying it’s better for everyone if I keep laying low. You know, Ryan hasn’t even been taking me to the Green. We’ve been training in the basement.”

Charlie clicked his tongue and found his mouth and throat unexpectedly dry. Fear erupted at the core of his being, flickering nauseatingly, whenever he let his mind appreciate the fact that it was dangerous for Shayne to be without Nancy’s or Ryan’s protection. He couldn’t imagine how scary it must have been for Shayne to know that, too, and he immediately felt bad for trying to convince him to come out.

He eyed the bottle of water on his desk, which he’d purchased earlier in the week and then promptly forgot to avail of.

“Do say hi to them for me, though,” Shayne said, referring to Charlie’s parents.

“’Course I will.” Charlie heaved himself upright and slid to the edge of the mattress. God, his head felt heavy, and his cheek absolutely did not want to leave the pillow. He needed to grab that water, though. Maybe dehydration was also partly to blame for the dull, persistent spasms in his stomach.

He slumped back onto the bed, laying his phone down for a few seconds to unscrew the cap on his bottle. This left Shayne looking at the blank-white ceiling. Charlie took advantage of the few seconds of invisibility to rub his stomach, pressing his fingers deeply into his flesh. Hopefully, the firm, circular motion would relieve the pressure he could feeling building in his organs. If it was gas, or if something he’d snacked on was upsetting his belly, it was better to get things moving so the pain could fade.

As he took a drink, he could feel the room-temperature caress of the liquid trickling through his oesophagus and into his stomach. His belly let out a little glug, echoing the sound his throat made when he swallowed.

“Are you seeing Jonathan and Belle this weekend?” Shayne’s voice asked.

“I’m not sure, actually...” Charlie gasped and reached for his phone, his belly distress momentarily forgotten, brushed aside in a rush of excitement. “Oh – did I tell you that he and Nicole might be getting back together?”

“What – no?” Shayne exclaimed.

“Yeah! She’s going to be living at Jon’s three days a week for a while, just to see how it goes. Like a trial.”

“Fuck, Charlie, that’s so cool.” The softening look in Shayne’s eyes was palpable, even through the wall of pixels. That look made Charlie’s insides feel squishy. “I know you worry about Belle’s situation.”

“Yeah – I mean, I’m not saying non-conventional families can never work,” Charlie blurted out, not for the first time since he’d found out he had a niece. The rush of being able to tell Shayne the news about Jon and Nicole was quickly wearing off, and he felt his attention being drawn back to the ache in his stomach. At least he could continue rubbing it a bit while keeping his phone directed at his face and shoulders. “It’d just be nice to know that she’s always got two – ”

Grrllrrr.

“Um – two people around to depend on.” Charlie harshly cleared his throat. He felt the burbling of his stomach under his hand, through his hoodie. “And as – as much as he pisses me off, I want Jon to be happy, too, you know?”

Shayne narrowed his eyes. “Mmhmm. Are you okay? What was that face?”

Charlie blinked and pulled his hand away from his belly, in case Shayne could somehow sense that it was there. He reached for his bottle of water again. “What face?”

“I don’t know, I can’t do your faces.” Shayne rolled his eyes. “The one you make when you’re trying not to complain about something.”

“Oh. Well, my tummy hurts a little bit,” Charlie admitted in between sips.

That soft look didn’t really leave Shayne’s eyes, but he did frown and seem to peer a bit more carefully at Charlie through the screen. “Really?”

Charlie tried to force a half-smile. That look of concern was exactly what he'd been hoping to avoid. He lifted his bottle for another sip. His mouth was still dry, his head still felt a bit fuzzy, but the weight of the water was starting to make his stomach feel like it trying to fold itself in half. The pain was sharper now, in that pinpricked way that felt as though shifting position might relieve it.

"I'm sure it's just the stress leaving..." Charlie's voice faltered.

Ggglllrrrrrrnnngrrrrr.

"Leaving my body," Charlie finished. That last gurgle had built all the way up into a full-fledged growl, pinching the walls of his stomach together. He felt like a deflating balloon that had just lost the last remnants of its air.

“What was that?” Shayne demanded.

Shit. Charlie's head felt like it might explode. “What?”

“You made another face.”

“You – you didn’t hear that?” Charlie swallowed. He really needed to get these alleged faces under control. Their phones must have been good at drowning out background noise, even if it was coming from close-by. “My stomach just made this… huge noise.”

“That's what that was?"

Charlie let his phone drop onto the mattress and curled himself up into a ball, scooping his pillow into his arms and burying his face in it.

“I thought it was, like, a motorbike, or something, passing your apartment,” Shayne said through the phone speaker, even though he was talking to the ceiling again.

“Hey, that’s… rude,” Charlie whispered. He pulled the phone closer and kept most of his face hidden behind the pillow.

“How's that rude?” Shayne raised his eyebrows when he realised he could see Charlie again – well, his forehead and eyes, anyway. “It’s not my fault your stomach just screamed at me down the phone.”

Charlie felt like an electric shock had just been administered to both sides of his face, blasting the blood vessels in his cheeks. He could have sworn Shayne’s lips pressed a little tighter together, like he was fighting a smirk.

“Shut up,” Charlie quipped. Oh. Good one.

“What’d you do, forget to eat, or something?”

He didn’t mean to hesitate. He really didn’t. He meant to laugh it off, to pretend he hadn’t neglected his stomach for so long that even half a bottle of water was seemingly too much for it to handle right now.

“Wait. Fuck. Really?” Shayne propped an elbow on his desk and dropped his chin into his hand, like this conversation was a weight that had just manifested on his shoulders. “Charlie.”

“Shayne,” Charlie groaned.

"Is it possible you're actually having hunger pains right now? What’d you eat today?”

“I had a –”

“And I swear to fuck, Charlie, if you say the words ‘iced coffee’, I will leave this house, get on a bus, come to your apartment, punch you in the fucking arm, and then leave again,” Shayne said. “Madelyn be damned.”

Charlie gulped. “It wasn’t iced, it was normal.”

Shayne lifted his head from his palm so that he could rub at his jaw. A clear-cut sign of frustration.

"I'm sorry," Charlie sighed.

"What? You're sorry to me?"

"Yeah, I'm... I'm always giving you a hard time about food." Charlie tugged the pillow down a little lower, revealing more of his face. It also meant that he was hugging the pillow to his stomach now, which, admittedly, wasn't as good as when he'd been physically kneading it with his hand. "I feel like a hypocrite."

“Charlie, love – you – you give me a hard time because… someone probably should.” Shayne scoffed, probably trying to hide the slight tremble in his voice. "I’m… I’m worried about you now.”

“I know, I can tell,” Charlie grimaced. “You’re stretching your jaw.”

“No, I’m not. Shut up. You’re going to hang up –”

Charlie winced and hugged himself harder. The very last thing he wanted was to be left alone with his misery. “I wanna keep talking to you.”

Shayne glared as if to say, let me fucking finish. “You’re going to hang up, order something on your… food app thing, and then call me back while you’re waiting for it to arrive.”

The thought of food was confusing to Charlie's stomach as he tried to envision it. On the one hand, the last thing it wanted to do in its abused state was to be put to work, digesting something heavy and/or greasy. But on the other, it'd been stewing in acid and coffee for so long that it'd probably feel like a relief to be lined with something different.

Creamy chicken korma, maybe, and fluffy basmati rice...

"Fine," Charlie sighed. "I'll order something."

"Good."

"I don't need to hang up, though. I can just minimize the chat window."

"Right. Minimize the thing."

"Stop stretching your jaw, lovely," Charlie repeated as he started to scroll through a list of nearby restaurants.

"Hey," Shayne murmured. "You're supposed to be ordering food. You're supposed to have me minimized."

"Yeah, you're in my top corner. Stop flexing your jaw."

"You're so fucking annoying..." Shayne lowered his voice to a mumble. "I miss you."

A pang of longing clenched Charlie's stomach. His eyes were briefly pulled away from the brightly-coloured digital menu so that he could watch the tiny, dimly-lit version of his boyfriend gaze back at him through the screen.

"I miss you, too, lovely."

"Shut up. Did you order something yet?"

#StW Charlie #StW Shayne #sickfic #hunger fic #hunger #stomach ache #stomach ache fic #hurt and comfort #hurt comfort #food mention #hunger mention #otter anon #🦦💜 anon

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bellysoupset · 5 months

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SOUP‼️‼️ RAHHH THIS FIC THO😭😭😭 i cannot explain to you how excited i was about this one AND GOSH IT WAS SO FREAKING AMAZING AS ALWAYSSSS 😩 you’re so freaking talented bro the POWER your writing and your OCs have over me is INSANE i think i’m hyperfixated on them bc i’ve been rereading so many of your old fics but i’ve also been daydreaming about your OCs like everyday when i walk to class djcvnfdvndfjvnsfjv sorry if thats weird gosh i just love them so much ahhhh <3333

wen’s parents are so awful ugh but also in such a particular way?? like the way they were just so emotionally distant and then managed to bombard poor vin w so many awkward questions while remaining kinda respectful? but they were also so passive aggressive the whole time?? like i started side eyeing them from the start when they were introducing themselves😤 but also this passive aggressiveness + the distant (too) formal vibes they gave off is so fitting given the backstory you gave for wendy a while ago!!! like it made so much sense!! OH and omg the AUDACITY to ask vince about immigration and then saying “legally?” like MA’AM???????? and AGH the way he kept trying to ignore how bad he was feeling and the way he kept trying to impress them and omfg how upset he was when he was in the bathroom like the TEARS goshhhh i can’t 😭 he was so miserable and omg THE TOWEL and then wen being so careful and respectful and SWEET like baby girl is so freaking PRECIOUS i love her sm 😭😭😭😭

and then vince bringing up the ED and wen just telling him everything 😩🫶🏽 even the attempt omfg SOB i wanna hug little wen and tell her she’s so loved and nothing’s wrong w her bc baby was HURTING 🥺 PLS AND THEN THE “you’re a football player, Vince, i was expecting to get hate crimed” SHE WAS SO REAL FOR THAT KANCJSJSJDJWJWB 💀 and AYEEE the end was ADORABLEEEEE

ALSO going back to the parents, i was SO curious as to how you were gonna approach her relationship with them!! like i didn’t know if you were gonna make her be super “submissive” i guess or more outspoken and i honestly LOVED the way you wrote her in this context‼️ like clearly quieter and less outspoken/goofy/bubbly than she normally is, but still very much herself. like it didn’t seem like she was letting the comments get to her too much? and the way she called her mom out whenever she asked that insane question!!!!! and not caring about her parent’s reactions/thoughts after what happened and literally just worried/concerned about vin!!! just focusing on calling the car and getting the fuck outta there!!!!! like YAS that’s my girl and ESPECIALLY given all her backstory i’m SO PROUD OF HER and her growth and how much healing she’s done to get to where she is now😭🫶🏽

THANKS FOR MAKING ME FEEL SO MANY FEELINGS WITH YOUR WRITING❤️‍🩹 you’re insanely talented and i will never stop saying it‼️🫶🏽

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Otter, I can never answer to your comments except for just staring at them in awe. Please never change, these gotta be half the reason I write nowadays.

I know Wendy is your girl and I was sooo nervous about the backstory fic, so I'm happy all the emotional beats came through!

I like to imagine Wendy's parents don't see themselves as bad people and, worst of all, they really wouldn't come across as bad people on paper! Which made Wendy sound very "complaining just to complain" during her teen years, because what do you mean your parents suck?

I really enjoyed working through their mundane shade of being sucky people. And man, pooor Vince!! He's such a stronghold, I broke my own heart making him cry.

And LOL at the "hate crimed" comment, I had that line written since I decided I was gonna pair up Wendy/Vin. I think I wrote and rewrote a fic multiple times where she worried about him being a transphobe or not, but eventually I scrapped it all. Glad I could save the line! I imagine it took some prodding from Jonah, vouching for Vince, to actually get them together. Not that Jon will ever own up to it.

!! Finally, eternally happy to have you commenting on these fics, you caught up on all of Wendy's little tells, on how she's outgrown her parents and she's like "over them". I feel so blessed to have people so invested in these characters 😭

Have THE best day Otter!

#🦦 anon #lovely correspondence #with that i shall head to bed with a big smile on

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wandabear · 10 months

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Hope one of the "otehrs" Are at least one of my requests 🤡🤡🤡

the otters 🦦

Hello! I have a lots of requests tbf (ask @imnotasuperhero she's been waiting like half a year bc she sends lots of amazing ideas tho HAHAH), I don't know which one is yours.

Ask it again, please. Thank you! thank you for waiting for it, i'm working a lot lately.

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sunflower-butch · 2 years

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ok ok as fun as watching the incorrect theorising from the background is, i think it’s only fair i threw you guys a bone.

1. im not part of the polycule or main gc BUT i am mutuals w most of you (including yourself)

2. as far as i know, i am only one person!

3. not a hint but the memes are so good. incredibly funny. this tiny section of tumblr is hoarding a lot of comedic talent it’s honestly unfair

4. im reluctant to come off anon bc i AM afraid of a shark attack. but i will admit that i rly only sent a message to em for two reasons: drama is fun!! what better way to spice up an already compelling romance than throwing a competitor into the mix?? what’s hotter than jealousy, am i right? and secondly, ofc i’ll swoon for a sports lesbian mutual. otters have weaknesses too.

5. but on a very real note their pda on the dash is adorable while also sickening. i am a full sharky x princess shipper. the only critique i have is: get!!! a!!!! room!!!! challenge (level: impossible, apparently)

anyway love your speculating- those big brain writer gears were TURNING. also completely unrelated but your werewolf robin has rotted my brain like im not the same woman i was before you wrote that au. u have a gift and it has cursed me

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Oh my god HELLO otter, I am absolutely shocked to be receiving this message, and I am cackling over this

Thinking so hard about shared mutuals rn and making notes. It’s a fun little puzzle to figure out, I’ll admit!!

You really have to hand it to Grace. @avocadosockz is a comedic fucking genius and I wish I was half as funny 💀 Y’all don’t even see all the memes she makes. Maybe someday they’ll leave the containment of the gc lmao

Honestly, incredibly valid. You made a VERY compelling season of CDLM, it was very welcome and I applaud you. Honestly you’re pretty damn smooth. I’m with you on the sports lesbian thing. They are just so incredible and I am looking respectfully

Shark anon is a little terrifying, I’ll give you that. Love you Becca 🤪💛 That said,

Again I regretfully say y’all only see the half of it. Real quote from the group chat: “i said yearn on the dash not make a sex tape on the dash” - Grace. Get a room challenge FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE APPARENTLY. Disgustingly adorable. Gross.

I am. Going to cry. I cannot believe THE otter anon is a fan of my werewolf Robin. Brb screaming into a pillow. Thank you so much dude!! It really means a lot!!!

#the plot thickens!#cdlm #otter anon #you seem like a chill dude #loving the vibes

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simonsaysmacy · 1 year

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Will you be my otter half? 🦦🦦 I want no one otter than you! 🐾💞

#otters #otter #couple #commission #polymer clay #sculpture #handmade art #miniature #my art #handmade #SimonSaysMacy

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hatterstan-shameblog · 2 years

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* o t t e r n o i s e s *

✨️🦦✨️

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"Hey," Hatter says, tipping his sunglasses up his forehead to address the group, "What sound does an otter make?"

The Executives currently dotted around the pool area make no attempt to answer their fearless leader's question. Hatter frowns from his perch atop a glittery inner tube and takes a sip from his half-finished mai-tai.

"Seriously," he scoffs, feet paddling in the water angrily at his underlings' silence, "just because we're having the meeting poolside doesn't mean you get to slack off. So, come on people! Otters. What do they say?"

Kuzuryuu breaches the surface of the water, another lap completed and his arms pleasantly achy from a brisk breaststroke. He pops the goggles from his eyes and places them atop his head, turning to address Hatter.

"I'm a lawyer," he says succinctly, "I've never had an otter as a client, so I don't know."

Nodding understandably, Hatter waves his second-in-command off to start his next set of laps. He looks to Aguni next.

"They say, 'Thanks, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now,' and leave me to pay the bar tab," Aguni grumbles. An snickers, and he raises his beer bottle in solidarity as his raft floats away towards the deep end.

Niragi laughs from his place on a sun lounger.

"Boss, you goof—otters can't talk!" He flips his assault rifle over to make sure it gets an even tan, "I went to the aquarium one time, those little fuckers squeak. It's cute as fuck!"

"The babies do," Mira adds, "but the adults have a more developed vocal range. They can whine, hum, chirp, but they mostly sound like cats, in my opinion."

Last Boss makes an eep-eep-eep! sound from the shallow end.

"Solid impression," An says, "You really captured the cute factor."

Last Boss nods, letting himself sink down until he's seated at the bottom of the pool. Only his eyes and nose are left above the water.

"Well, damn. Guess that mystery's solved. I guess we'll move onto the next one," Hatter says, "Anyone got an opinion about the laundry system?"

"If I promise not to die in a game tonight," Chisiya says over the top of his manga volume, "can we table that discussion until tomorrow? As you can see, we're all terribly preoccupied."

A chorus of mumbled agreements come from the Executives.

"Fine," Hatter says, "but, tomorrow, we're going to get the washing machine drama sorted once and for all. Someone tried to put their flannel pajama pants in with my satin pillowcase, and let me tell you—"

And as Hatter rages on about something trivial, none of his underlings listen. Everything is as it should be.

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#alice in borderland #alice in borderland netflix #well. here you go then.#aguni is wearing his usual clothes even in the pool because he wont give hatter the satisfaction of following the swimsuit rule even once

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