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piratefishmama · 9 months

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Fake It 'Till You Make It | Part 7

“Are you sure we’re ready for this?” Eddie didn’t feel ready for it. Although they’d definitely spent the better half of the morning and a little of the afternoon getting used to kissing, something Eddie would remember for the rest of his life and maybe thank Dustin for at a later date, and maybe curse him a little for because Steve wouldn’t take it any further than kissing.

Dude had some impressive self-control. No handsy behaviour, no leading, didn’t even follow when Eddie tried subtly nudging it. They had a goal in mind, and he wasn’t getting side tracked for anything.

Eddie might have felt self-conscious about that, had he not kept feeling Steve’s grin against his lips whenever he tried, or those little warning nips which both told him to stay on track and fed the mischievous little gremlin that was his brain. He was growing his confidence!

Steve was helping him be confident!

“We’ve gotta be, sooner we get this over with, the better.” They were sat in his BMW in the Harrington driveway, engine off, psyching themselves up. Steve climbed out of the car,

Eddie following shortly after with a grumbled “Better for who exactly?”

Steve wished he had an answer for that. But the longer he sat with the idea that they had to reveal this ‘relationship’ to his parents, the more daunting it became. It’d be fine. He knew it’d be fine, the worst case scenario was that they wouldn’t like Eddie, okay no worst case scenario was that their behaviours had been performative in an attempt to call his bluff, but that was looking less and less likely.

They could just… not like him. Not think him good enough. Judge his clothes, his hair, his social class, they could be mean, out of touch rich people so easily. But at least if they got this over with quickly, he’d know if it’d work.

“…The plan I guess. If they don’t like you then—”

“Jobs off?” At least Eddie could say he’d gotten to make out with Steve Harrington, to approximately zero people because who could he brag about that with? It was a personal victory for himself.

“Mmhm... that’s ok right?” Slowly they made for the door.

“Sure, no harm no foul, I got to make-out with Steve Harrington and I’d get to go back to bed, I’m calling that a win.” He didn’t care if it went to Steve’s ego, and from the smile lighting up his face it did a little, he got to make out with Steve Harrington. “Let’s get this over with, Stevie.” He could handle a little rich person judgement if they didn’t like him.

His whole shtick was aiming for parents to not like him, he wasn’t made of glass. He could handle it. And as such, he gave Steve’s perfect ass a light smack because honestly when else was he going to get the chance to do that, and went off in front headed for the big, over the top red double door entry.

Steve, only momentarily stunned by the smack, shook himself out of it and jogged to catch up, hissing a harried “wait up, Eddie!” That only served to earn an over the shoulder grin from his ‘boyfriend’ before he was turning and walking backwards, amusement dimpling his cheeks and lighting up his face.

He really was attractive, wasn’t he? Not a thought Steve figured he’d be having at random but... it wasn’t unwelcome. Eddie was... pretty. Pretty and fun.

Maybe the kids were right, maybe Eddie was worth the effort to get to know.

So it wasn’t as much of a surprise as maybe it should have been that... he actually really hoped they would like him.

Wasn’t that an interesting thought?

“Okay just... be—”

“-haaaave? Be pleasant? Beeee polite?” Be anything but himsel—

“Yourself Eddie. Be yourself.” Oh. His surprised must have showed because instead of opening the front door, Steve paused and decided in a moment of sheer ‘fuck it’ cupped Eddie’s cheeks and just held his face. “Be yourself... you’re not unlikeable, you’re charming, and funny, and goofy, and they’re going to like you” God he hoped so. His thumb caressed the soft, warm cushion of Eddie’s cheeks taking in those big brown doe eyes so wide, full of surprise “so just be yourself, alright?”

“... Kiss for good luck?” Maybe it was just a bid to lessen the tension, the feelings bubbling within from being touched so gently, but it worked about as efficiently as a chocolate fireguard, because Steve kissed him.

It was soft, and chaste, quick so the neighbours wouldn’t see, but it chased any nerves Eddie might have had right out the metaphorical window. Didn’t help the feelings from erupting like goddamn Vesuvius but, the nerves vanished.

“It’s gonna be okay” it’d be okay. “Walk behind me alright? I’ll introduce you and we’ll riff from there” they were doing this. He was about to out himself to two complete wild card strangers in shitsville Indiana.

It’d be okay, it’d be okay. It’d be okay.

“Okay... promise me they’re not gonna turn on me, like... they can hate me but...” hurting him was... a real risk.

“Eddie... I’m with you. Okay? They turn on you... I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe.”

“Even though they’re your parents?”

Steve tucked a stray curl behind Eddie’s ear and offered him a warm, comforting smile “I’ll side with you long before I side with them, I swear. They wanna get to you, they’d have to go through me.” He was both younger and stronger than his parents. They tried anything and he wouldn’t hesitate to get between them. “And trust me, they wouldn’t be able to.”

Steve may not have been known for winning fights but... he was still pretty damn big, could definitely overpower a couple of older rich people. “...Okay.” He’d be safe. Steve would protect him.

He could be brave.

Steve opened the door and stepped inside, Eddie following behind him trying not to think too hard about how the last time he’d been there it’d been at night and it’d been heaving with teenagers being stupid.

There’d been alcohol, he’d been selling drugs, it looked different during the day.

“Steven?! Is that you?!” Came a feminine voice from somewhere within. Steve seemed to know where though, because his hand found Eddie’s, lacing their fingers together to gently tug him in that direction until they reached the dining room door where Steve let him go to make himself known

“Yeah it’s me, is Dad home?” Eddie remained out of sight as instructed, feeling the nerves bubble in his gut again, kind of missed Steve’s hand around his, it felt nice.

“He’s in the living room with me, is something wrong?” She sounded pleasant, inquisitive, Eddie had never met Lynda Harrington, never seen her before in his life, not even photos as the house didn’t seem to have them.

The Harrington’s didn’t like clutter.

They could do this. They had their bare bones story, they were comfortable kissing, and apparently holding hands was easy too, definitely didn’t make his chest do a wibbly little thing. Didn’t make his chest do that at all. Steve had him wait just to the side of the doorway as he entered, definitely the bravest man Eddie had ever met in his entire goddamn life.

Didn’t know a single person capable of a more ballsy move than what Steve Harrington was about to do.

Even if the roles were reversed and he was telling Wayne about Steve it still wouldn’t be as ballsy! Steve was a catch, it’d be like the Jester had bagged the King. The other way round… Steve was clearly way out of his league.

“Nothing wrong, no. I uh… I wanted to talk to you about something.” Eddie leaned back against the wall, let the flat surface of it ground him as he listened. It’d be okay. He’d be okay. “You know how I’ve been… less than… enthused, about all the… ehem, potential people you’ve been trying to introduce me to?”

“How can we forget? Speaking of which, Heather, you know Heather, the Holloway’s daughter?” Eddie stuffed the bend of his thumb into his mouth to stop himself from making a noise, yeah, good luck with Heather, she was busy with Megan.

“Heh, yeah, yeah I know Heather, we got our life guard certification together, but she’s irrelevant, not—not irrelevant I don’t mean it like that” god what were their facial expressions like if Steve was stumbling so much “she’s… not—okay, heh, start over. The reason that I’ve been against all this is… well you know how I said I’m… I’m bisexual?” Eddie assumed at least one of them nodded during the brief pause “w-well, I’m… already seeing someone. And I have been for a few weeks now…”

“What?! Steven! Why didn’t you tell me, heavens now I have to cancel with—”

“With whom, mom?” Maybe Steve’s fears weren’t as unfounded as some might have thought them to be.

“…Nobody. Go on.”

“Well… I didn’t tell you, because… he… was nervous about being known, which y’know, fair, he doesn’t know you, it could be dangerous for him, frankly I didn’t even know you’d be totally okay with it, but—but with the week away coming up I was hoping that maybe… maybe you’d let me bring him with us?” There it was, the in, it was coming, he’d have to be seen soon. Breeeath, it’d be okay. He’d be okay.

“Oh!” Oh? What did oh mean? Was oh bad? Would oh be—

“Could we meet him first?” Masculine, Steve’s father. Holy shit. His dad. His dad. John Harrington. Fuck.

“Yeah! I uhm… he’s here actually. Uh… one second.” Steve dipped back out into the walk through where Eddie looked at him through wide, slightly panicked doe eyes. “Hey… it’s okay…” could have paid him millions, it wouldn’t erase the fright that seemed to settle into his bones when the time to shine arrived. He’d never had stage fright before. Maybe he should have given Greg, the kid playing Hamlet more of a break during that school production of Hamlet he’d flipped out just before. “Eddie… c’mere” he drew Eddie in, coaxed him away from that wall and drew him into his embrace. “It’s okay, I’m right here, it’s safe, nothing and no one is going to hurt you while I’m here, okay?”

“Steven, is he—” Steve turned his head to look back at his father in the doorway, Eddie just about visible in his arms, wide eyed and frankly freaking out just a little “Oh Steven…”

Part 9

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #Eddie's scared kitten mode: activated

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gallawitchxx · 3 days

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hi beeee!! i hope you're doing okay 💖💖💖

ooohohohoho okay for the kiss thingy: god knows why cuz it sounds potentially very painful but i feel so compelled to request 28 🙏

sweet deanna! i'm hanging in, thanks love! 💖 so you & @lingy910y both requested #28 & i want to fill both of your prompts. but because you were (rightfully) afraid of pain, i gave you one that's a bit strange, but has a promisingly happy ending? you can be the judge! xx

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send me a number & i'll write you a smoocheroo 😚

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#28: ...as a lie ps. this is inspired by this post about dealer!mickey & insomniac!ian, who have now rotted my brain.

Ian hasn’t slept in days.

It’s happened before—endless energy is one of his tried-and-true symptoms of mania—but this isn’t that. He’s taking his meds, his skin isn’t crawling and his mind is fairly quiet. Quiet enough to frustrate him as he tosses and turns and wonders what the fuck’s going on.

His schedule has been all over the place lately; his normal routine lost to the endless cycles of employment and Gallagher family responsibilities. He’d been hoping to add school to the mix this semester so that he could have other, less hectic options than a rig-riding EMT, but he’d pushed it off. A pity, now that all-nighters are apparently his thing.

Night two, he googles a few things, which is a huge mistake. Who can fall asleep after reading about how even just twenty-four hours without sleep can begin to derail your bodily systems? Sleep deprivation can cause or worsen conditions like Type 2 diabetes, High blood pressure, Stroke, Heart attack—his pulse leaps as his phone clatters to the ground.

Night three, he takes to the streets, running around the Southside until his lungs burn and his knees wobble. As he passes the clinic that gave his seventeen-year-old self a lifetime prescription for antipsychotics, he knows that if this lasts much longer, he should call his doctor. Tell them his nighttime meds aren’t putting him to sleep anymore. Nip this insomnia thing in the bud before it can overthrow the delicate balance he’s worked so hard to maintain.

Night four, desperate and a bit delusion, he pulls up a number he hasn’t used in years, saved under a contact labeled, DO NOT TEXT.

He breaks his own rule: Hey. Still making house calls?

The response is almost immediate: the fuck u care for?

Ian rolls his bloodshot eyes, typing: It’s an emergency.

Three little dots herald a response that makes him laugh: a weed emergency?

He stays strong: Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it.

The next text makes his chest clench: u ok?

He decides to keep it vague—I can’t sleep, but it’s not what you think.—and hopes he doesn’t have to explain further and is relieved to read: u want ur usual?

Another clench: Indica

Two texts arrive in rapid succession: what else do u want? can i give u head while u smoke or no?

There it is: the reason Ian doesn’t use this number anymore.

Maybe in another life it would be a blessing to have a weed dealer to lovers arc with your childhood crush, but in this one, it was a curse. A curse that lasted almost a whole year, bringing with it an endless bouquet of blissful fucks and free weed, and a million moments of tenderness Ian knew nobody else was getting out of the guy. A curse that eventually came to collect payment in the form of bloodied knuckles, broken hearts and ego wounds. A curse that still clings to Ian’s psyche, filling his dreams with gentle, tattooed fingers and bright blue eyes and a sweet and savory scent that can only be described as Mickey.

Mickey, now DO NOT TEXT.

On second thought, maybe he should never sleep again.

The knock at the door makes him hard—a Pavlovian response that irks him more than the three sleepless nights he’s suffered so far. Three raps, one right after the other. The last one no more than a brush of his hand.

Ian adjusts himself and answers the door.

Fuck, one look at that smug asshole and he’s immediately right back in it. Lust and like and maybe even a little bit of reckless fucking love fill his body, rising to the surface like sweet cream. A layer of fat on the roof of one’s mouth; a treat to lick later, a reminder that they didn’t end things because they weren’t insanely hot for one another and potentially soulmates. They were just idiots. Stubborn, petty dicks.

Oh Pride, the great slayer of men.

Jesus, he needs to sleep.

“First one’s on the house,” Mickey says as he crosses the threshold, a joint held tightly between C and K.

Hours slip by. They laugh, they smoke. It feels like old times. Ian’s body is loose in a way it hasn’t been in years. It feels good. Like maybe-he-could-sleep-tonight good. And as he melts further into the couch, he starts to get a little horny too. Because Mickey’s yapping on and on about some asshole that frequents the bar he works at, and Ian’s listening, he swears he’s listening, but he’s also staring at Mickey’s mouth like he wants to take Mickey up on that text message and shut him the fuck up with his dick.

Like he wants to taste the stale smoke of his tongue.

Wants him to stay the night.

Forever, maybe.

Mickey finishes his story. His eyes go soft and he drums his fingers against his knee. “Should get outta your hair, Gallagher,” he says. “Letcha sleep.”

That’s the last thing Ian wants.

“Not tired,” he fibs.

Mickey cocks an eyebrow. “You’re not? ’S been days, man. This shit’s gotta be hittin’ ya by now.”

It’s true. It has been days and this shit is hitting him. Or maybe he’s having a sleep-deprivation-induced stroke. He just knows Mickey can’t go.

“Can’t go to sleep without a goodnight kiss.”

Mickey’s already leaning in when he asks, “Then you promise you’ll hit the hay?”

Ian nods as Mickey presses a kiss to his lying lips.

#welp - throws whatever this is at you #alskfjalkj #i realized that both of my kisses are at the very end of the ficlet & aren't actually described #lolol #maybe my next attempt should be 1K words of just describing the kiss #no actual context needed #just tongues #anyway THANKS DEANNA I LOVE YOU DEANNA #shameless #shameless fanfiction #prompt fill #ian x mickey

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satrs · 9 months

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Can you pls tell us who you think are the ass guys in bllk besides Sae?If that’s alright with you!

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ THATS MORE THAN ALR WITH ME WOOOO

Besides Sae it would beeee….

SHIDOU!

my guy playin smart on both teams he lovessss himself some boobs but he likes ass just as much. He has two hands so, one on each. Why choose? But tbh he is a bitttt more drawn to ass, just a tiny bit. This man could nut by just giving ur ass a quick squeeze.

BAROU!

Yeah idk why but he just does bc I said so. Hand on your ass at all times. And when ur cuddling? Bye. Squeezing it like play-doe I’m so serious. Or he’s using it as a pillow, your choice to make.

KUNIGAMI!

He. HEEEEE$-&-&-&¥\£{*{€ I can just IMAGINE how he slaps ur ass when he walks past you at home. Or his hand sneaking into your PY’s. Gotta stop before I’m writing a full fic on this man bru.

OLIVER!

Ok soooo I’m wasn’t sure abt this one then I looked at a pic of him and it clicked 😭😭 anything that has to do with ur ass, he’s makin it sexually TRUST. For example when you’re struggling with ur jeans, you can already feel his smug smirk on you.

#lec talk ✧˖°#blue lock smut #bllk smut

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zeetickles · 4 months

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OK HERE WE GO YALL ITS TIME FOR

ZEE’S FIRST SESSION

i had the ABSOLUTE HONOR of having my first session with @bunnygirltickles !! we met each other over thanksgiving break and found out we’re in the same state . and each haven’t had a session before . so .. THE REST WRITES ITSELF !!!

i legit prepared so much for this yall . i bought paintbrushes and baby oil, watched videos on how to give great massages for aftercare (I LITERALLY TOOK NOTES) , asked ppl for advice, etc.

on the evening of, i also bought some chocolate chip cookies for her as a gift and headed to her place !! after like an hour and missing my exit two times (im horrendous with directions) I MADE IT !! we hugged and chatted for a bit before deciding on somewhere nearby to pick up some food, then got back and ate while watching a movie :)

THEN . we finished eating and i noticed her like …staring at me .. and i realized. OH.. ITS TIME HUH .

you could tell we were both VERY NERVOUS AKSJSQ MY HEART WAS BEATING FAST IN ALL HONESTY . and we just kinda did a-

“soooo.. uh.. should we …?” 😳

i brought my switch to play Mario Kart since we talked about it a bit in dms (talked a lot of shit too 👹) and she mentioned loving the idea of tickle challenges ! so the first thing we did was a challenge where one person had to do a race while getting tickled and we see who does better/gets the faster time ! i think it was a good way to ease into everything :)

to sum it up tho i did way better than her and she’s mad ☺️

then we were pretty much just chilling on the sofa watching Christmas movies, and she had her feet in my lap .. and every now and then i would gently drag my fingers or one of the brushes up and down her feet and she’d squirm and giggle and it was the CUTEST!!!! and when i’d try to go for her tummy she’d just kinda melt off the couch and we’d end up on the floor and i’d tickle her everywhere and have tickle fights !!! (i’d win) i was a little mean here i won’t lie .. 😗 BUT IT WAS FUN !! it happened a couple times too :)

i slowly got more comfortable with saying teases too and i was pleasantly surprised :) (big worry i had) still a little tame tho .. i said things like “you have such a pretty laugh/smile” and “this is a bad spot huh?” and “good job” but i didn’t use any of the sweet nicknames some of y’all know so well, MAYBE NEXT TIME I’LL BE BOLDER !!

i got to pin her down, blow raspberries, used baby oil on her feet, she got away at one point and ran to the bathroom SO I HAD TO CHASE HER DOWN >:) it was super fun ..

her worst spots are definitely her tummy ESPECIALLY BELLY BUTTON, feet, inner thighs, and underarms 🤭 for me, she only tickled my tummy, underarms and feet BUT MY TUMMY AND UNDERARMS WERE PRETTY BAD AJWHSQJ . feet got some laughs but not as ticklish as i hoped they’d beeee ;(

finally i TRIED MY BEST to give her a good foot massage ! i never gave one before but i watched a lot of videos and i hope she enjoyed it ! she got super sleepy afterwards tho, so hopefully that’s a good sign :)

she’s an amazing person, so sweet for hosting, and i had such a great time with her!! this whole thing felt so surreal … I CANT WAIT TO HAVE MORE SESSIONS WITH OTHERS !! LOVE U ALL <333

(if u actually read this whole thing ur a real one and here’s a cookie 🍪)

#LONG AHH POST #BUT DEFINITELY A NIGHT TO REMEMBER #THANK YOU EM <3 #zee sessions #tickle community #tickling #tickle session #tickle thoughts

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skeleton-magic-guy · 5 months

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i might delete this later

feedback is welcomeeee

Title: It's okay...

Transformers Au: Hand in hand together forever.

Blitzwing and Bumblebee are standing on the edge of a small cliff at the end of a forest. On Dinobot Island.

They overlook Detroit at night, the full moon letting light dance across the water... the city in the distance is glowing brightly.

Bumblebee throws a few glaces towards Blitzwing, who is standing motioless beside him. He seemed spaced out he had been like this since they arrived here a few hours ago.

Bumblebee knew the Decepticon was a silent type when his facial plate was blue and normally, he himself would fill the silence with chatter but... today, something felt different.

Blitzwing wasn't just silent. His battlemask was hiding his lower face and his armor was tightly pressed to his frame like he was stressed... his wings lowered like he was concerned about something...

he had stopped hiding his face around Bumblebee long ago just a couple months after they started meeting in secret.

So seeing the mask now back in place felt almost alien...

A few more minutes past with nothing happening between them, a gentle breeze rustling the forests' leafs.

Bumblebee couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey...Blitz" he asked quietly, now turning towards him.

Blitzwing seemed to unfreeze at the motion and looked down towards Bumblebee, but he stayed silent.

Bumblebee gave him a small smile. "Could you maybe kneel down for a minute"

The tripple changer tilted his head but kneeled, placing one servo on his left knee joint while leaning closer, bringing them almost face to face.

Bumblebees face lit up at that and he reached his servos out slowly, seeing that Blitzwings optics were still distant. He placed his servos on either side of the battlemask.

That seemed to do the trick.

Blitzwings wings flinched upwards his optics focused on Bee, his unoccupied servo twitched like he wanted to reach out for the servos placed on his armor.

Bee smilled warmly, seeing the recognition return to Blitzwings optics

"Hey..." Bee spoke quietly, seeing the others' optics become warm... but there was also a certain saddness there.

Bumblebee had seen it before...

"It's okay..." He continued speaking softly, hopping that all the warmth he felt would be audible in his voice.

"You are here... with me in our little safety bubble. " At that Blitzwing seem to perk up again this time his optic twitched probably a small smile beneath the masks brownish metall.

"and im not going anywhere...ok? We are here right now right here, im here for you...and" he looked of to the side fake pouting "its boring to talk to myself when i know you are driffting of" a small chuckle escaped Blitzwing muffled by the mask.

Slowly, two black and purple servos reached up, taking the yellow once into his. They were warm and comforting in the chili autumn air.

Blitzwing pulled Bees servos away from his face, letting the mask retract back beneath his chin, revealing the blue faceplate beneath. the sharp denta that made up his lips pulled up slightly, making Bees spark jump he probably turned blue blushing.

"Thank you, love..." he hummed, intertwing their servos even with the size difference they seem to perfectly fit into each other.

Bumblebee smiled, reveling his denta. before he let it turn into a soft smile as well.

"You dont have to tell me what's wrong Blitz..." he said, looking lovingly at the triple changer. "...just know that everything will be alright as long as we are together... ok?"

Blitzwing nodded. "How could i ever forget... with you at my side..."

They leaned they'r forheads togheter "... everything will 'bee' alright..."

Bumblebee gasped. " Was that-" he snorted, pulling back slightly, staring at the now black face plate. " That was terrible!"

Blitzwings random persona giggled " but honey beeee"

And so they laughed together... till sunrise...

Unown time

location battlefield: earth

Explosions and laser fier can be heard in the distance, a giant spacecraft above.

the grass is burned the forest in ashes....

Detroit is burning in the distance...

and in the far corners near a mountain, on dino bot illand...energon is spilled all over a cliff....at the end of a Forest.. a soft breeze fuels the fier as trees fall... and animal skater...

Two servos, one yellow broken twisted beyond recognition and one Black and purple almost pink from the amount of energon on it, dryed and crusted... they were intwined as the grass and ashes settled around them... forgotten and left to rust...

togheter forever...

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prof-peach · 2 years

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Oh, I don't know if someone's asked this before, but what would Peach's favorite Pokemon of each Type be?

Peach would walk around the lab, trying to decide what’s the top of each type, in a moral dilemma at every turn.

Water? Ok, pretty easy toss up, she has two water type Pokemon by choice, so that’d be a Dreadnaw or a Golisopod, she did the Galar gym circuit with a particularly shy Golisopod who totally destroyed its foe despite the nerves it had, and it really impressed her. She gave it so many opportunities to retire but it was really brave despite being a big wuss haha, still is on the island to this day.

Fire... I mean Torkoal is neat, nothing wrong with a heatmore, she knows Charizard well, handles enough of them. But with Val staring at her, almost reading her mind like some creepy horror movie character? Has to be a vulpix. Or peach is dead haha! How could she betray such a loyal partner by choosing anything else?

Grass. Damn man, so difficult. The greenhouse is rife with Pokemon, all excellent. Oddish started her love, but meganium is one of her actual starters, and bulbasaur! How cute are those. Cherrim, sunflora, bellossom? Dammmmmn difficult choice. She would circle the idea of choosing just one for hours. Perhaps the others would be easier to do first.

Electric, vikavolt, or maybe a magnemite. Cute, small.

Rock...uhhh, onix are beloved. Gigalith are neat too... she has a soft spot for bonsly. But i suppose, based on her work with them, she's got a very hot headed Midnight Lycanroc who works guard duty, and that has to be top of the list for her. purely because of its fiery nature.

Ground, toss up between Donphan and Steelix.

Normal, SO hard to pick theres so many good ones. Stantler or Ursaring if she's real honest with herself.

Fighting, Pangoro are great fun, but Heracross are a firm top fav.

Fairy, Ribombee or Florges for sure, both equally great!

Dragon would beeee...hm. Noivern line, very cool, big personlaities.

Bug. Super tough, loves a bug. Paras hold a special place in her heart.

Ghost. I man she's nervous around ghosts, but Shuppet are very useful, and Phantump are very sweet.

Dark. Shiftree or Tyranitar for sure, she's connected with too many of those to not think of them first when talking dark types.

Psychic, probably Elgyem. Has worked with one for a long time in her personal training time. Has come to love them.

Poison, a family fav typing, she handles so many! Bulbasaur or Roserade come to mind, but damn, Nidos are cool!

Ice. Not a fan, but likes Sneasel a lot! Plus they adapt to warmer climates just fine.

Steel - Scizor or Bronzong for sure!

Flying Crobat, Tropius, Noctowl...how is this so hard to pick just one?!

This is always so hard to do, it's sat in my draft box for so long!

#i refuse to pick one #i just cant do it

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mariana-oconnor · 11 months

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Wisteria Lodge pt 4

Last time, we left Holmes and Watson about to mount an intrepid rescue of probable inside woman and possibly dead Miss Burnett, who at 40 years old is apparently too old for love, because the Victorian era was an ageist hellscape.

I have come up with a solution by which Mr Garcia (who I have decided is a bisexual spy) and Miss Burnet are actually the good guys. But this requires the two girls to have been pre-kidnapped and so Garcia's plan would be a counter-kidnapping.

I mean, I jumped straight to kidnapping as soon as it seemed likely that the governess was involved and there were two young girls. I may have jumped the gun a bit, but weirdly the idea is sticking with me.

It was not, I must confess, a very alluring prospect. The old house with its atmosphere of murder, the singular and formidable inhabitants, the unknown dangers of the approach, and the fact that we were putting ourselves legally in a false position all combined to damp my ardour.

Psh, I bet they didn't damp Mr Garcia's ardour.

Yeah, that was a cheap shot, but seriously Watson, come on. Screw your courage to the sticking place and all that.

But it was not destined that our investigation should have so adventurous an ending.

...well that's anticlimactic. I was all geared up for a rescue mission! What am I going to do with these grappling hooks now?

“They've gone, Mr. Holmes. They went by the last train. The lady broke away, and I've got her in a cab downstairs.”

Did they go because of Holmes' investigation of the house or did they go because of whatever Mr Baynes' mysterious cunning plan is?

"I shan't forget the face at the carriage window as I led her away. I'd have a short life if he had his way—the black-eyed, scowling, yellow devil.”

A lot of 'devil' faces in windows this time around. And all on ethnic minorities as far as I can tell. Racist Victorian tropes, my beloathed.

Good for Miss Burnet for fighting back even when she's been drugged up to the gills on opium. I really hope she wasn't planning a kidnapping because I want to like her. And I really don't like her employer. Not drugging or whipping your employees is like the lowest bar of employer conduct to jump over. Even Violet Hunter wasn't drugged or whipped and she had a terrible work environment. I want him to be unambiguously the bad guy. Also because I want the poor cook to be acquitted.

“I was sure Henderson, as he calls himself, felt that he was suspected, and that he would lie low and make no move so long as he thought he was in any danger. I arrested the wrong man to make him believe that our eyes were off him. I knew he would be likely to clear off then and give us a chance of getting at Miss Burnet.”

OK, fine. You were right, but fuck you for arresting and attacking an innocent man. Poor show. Dick move. Be better.

(is that the first gif I've posted from an actual Sherlock Holmes media for one of these liveblogs? I think it might be...)

"We can't arrest without her evidence, that is clear, so the sooner we get a statement the better.”

Read this as 'her without' rather than 'without her' and was confused about what was going on, as she seems pretty innocent of the murder. But then I reread and realised that I once again fail at reading comprehension. Not like I have a degree in it or literally work in a related field or anything.

“Henderson,” the inspector answered, “is Don Murillo, once called the Tiger of San Pedro.”

Who the fuck is that?

OK, Watson's going to become Captain Exposition for a minute, great. Gimme some backstory, bay-beeee.

Oh... Is San Pedro a fake country? Did ACD make up a fake country for this story so he couldn't be accused of being rude about a specific country? Or do I just not know history?

Central America, okay, not the Caribbean, but right ballpark.

The dictator, his two children, his secretary, and his wealth had all escaped them. From that moment he had vanished from the world, and his identity had been a frequent subject for comment in the European press.

I feel... I feel like if this had been real information and a real country I would have worked this out? Like if I had known there was a mysteriously missing dictator from a formerly Spanish colony with a green and white flag, who had two children, I feel like I called every part of this except the specifics, which I couldn't have called because they're made up.

“Once already his life has been attempted, but some evil spirit shielded him. Now, again, it is the noble, chivalrous Garcia who has fallen, while the monster goes safe."

Alright, so no kidnapping, just assassination. Chivalrous, charming bi assassin Garcia is once again on the side of good and not abducting children. Pity he got his face beaten in.

"My husband—yes, my real name is Signora Victor Durando—was the San Pedro minister in London. He met me and married me there. A nobler man never lived upon earth. Unhappily, Murillo heard of his excellence, recalled him on some pretext, and had him shot. With a premonition of his fate he had refused to take me with him. His estates were confiscated, and I was left with a pittance and a broken heart."

Vengeance!

"I was to see that the doors were open and the signal of a green or white light in a window which faced the drive was to give notice if all was safe or if the attempt had better be postponed."

Light not shutters, but coolcoolcool.

"But they determined to get rid forever of Garcia. They had gagged me, and Murillo twisted my arm round until I gave him the address. I swear that he might have twisted it off had I understood what it would mean to Garcia."

How did you... not know... what it would mean to Garcia? Like, what did you think they were going to do? Have a tea party? Invite him to play his guitar at their next shindig? Have a chat about gardening? I get that you were being tortured for information, so there's no shame in giving him up, but you can't say 'well, I didn't know they would kill him.'

"This afternoon a good lunch was brought me, but the moment after I took it I knew that I had been drugged."

Also feel like maybe you should have guessed this before you ate it, after they'd been starving you for days. But you were probably out of your mind hungry and on the edge of hallucinating, so I suppose that makes sense.

It is a matter of history, however, that a little time was still to elapse before the Tiger of San Pedro should meet with his deserts. [...] Some six months afterwards the Marquess of Montalva and Signor Rulli, his secretary, were both murdered in their rooms at the Hotel Escurial at Madrid.

In the best traditions of these stories, the bad guys reach justice offscreen at the hands of unknown people. 😂

But Vengeance has been satisfied.

BUT, there is just enough time for some more racist discussion of the cook, because of course there is. And it turns out his entire inclusion as a character is completely pointless and a racist little red herring that goes nowhere and just had some extra racism piled on top for garnish. Wonderful. I hope they released him and didn't keep him in prison for assaulting a police officer/resisting arrest, because when you literally arrested him illegally for a crime you knew he didn't commit, that's bullshit.

I was right about it being a Victorian depiction of Voodoo, though, so... I get points for knowing my racist stereotypes? I feel like that's like an extra level of losing, though.

Wow this story went from gay hookup gone wrong to racist mess in two seconds flat, huh? I miss the simpler times when Mr Scott Eccles being an oblivious tory was the biggest problem.

On a happier note, Silver Blaze is next, and I remember a lot about this one just from the title, so I guess there will be no attempt to solve it, just memes for days.

ETA: That little wrap up does not tell us what happened to the children. What happened to the children? Where did they go? The little girls just disappear. Did I miss something? What happened to the children?

#Wisteria Lodge #Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #Long post #Well that was an experience #I get why he used a fake country but still feels a little like cheating #I will choose to remember the charming bisexual assassin fondly and the rest of it with regret #Maybe I should start using the content warnings for these things #but I feel like then I wouldn't have as much fun because I'd just be waiting for the racism

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ok y'all. i have an embarrassing confession to make. i'm putting it under a readmore because of how genuinely embarrassed i am of even just thinking about it 😭😭

i'm a person that really has trouble with commitments, so i'm very much fine with just Dating status because it makes it feel less permanent, but the thought of marriage keeps crossing my mind and WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!! 😭 there is only one other of my f/os that that thought has ever popped up with, and even then, it was more just in passing

here, my brain keeps imagining different scenarios for how it would go, potential proposals... might be a bit unconventional, because i don't like the idea of legal marriage - i want it to be moreso just a celebration of love rather than anything the government has to do with, so, y'know, less of a traditional "wedding", more of just a ceremony :) and the thing is, i think ray would feel the exact same way in regards to that because of how free-spirited he is! we don't need any legally binding papers to recognize our love for one another hahah

maybe it's something we wouldn't even make a huge deal out of with others and it would just be a private thing, no huge party or anything? maybe we could do like one of those movie tropes and have the captain marry us out at sea, with the only "attendant" other than him being barbara (because she would TOTALLY be rooting for us)? 👁👁

AHHHHHH Y'ALL WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THIS LET ME BEEEE

#LALALALALAAALAAAAAA I CAN'T HEAR MY BRAINNNN #self ship #mine #💜☀️ray of sunshine☀️💜

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cee-grice · 4 months

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Heyy Cee happy New Years' Eve!! 🥳

To end off the year, what are the top five influences for your book and how have they shaped you as a person? 🤩

happy New Year's Eve to you too, Tate<33

omg....ok I'm gonna expose myself for you all now so play nice pls thank u

the biggest influence for this story would have to be D&D. I had really gotten into playing it last summer, which was when I started thinking about this story, so you can really feel the influence in some parts haha (especially the magic system lol...). this whole story began with me creating an encounter featuring Endra, actually (with a stat block and everything lol), and I got so obsessed with the idea that I. made a whole story about it LOL. I would say D&D has... introduced me to a bunch of cool people, and everyone you meet, I think, shapes you a little as a person, so there's that haha. but also it made me think more about expansive worldbuilding, and thus appreciate it more as well. IDK I feel like it just made me love fantasy in general all the more:D

the second influence would have to beeee minecraft/dreamSMP. both, really, in their own ways. minecraft more on the lore aspect and magic system, weirdly enough??, and dsmp in the, hm, complexity of character relationships, I'd say? nothing specific, but more so the vibe. and my story is all about complex character relationships, so!! I also wrote quite a few fanfics for it, and that really helped with my confidence in writing, I'd say. I hadn't before had such a supportive audience, and they're very much to blame for my decision to actually take this Seriously haha. by that alone I'd say this shaped me most as a person/writer :v

thennn third influence, my jobs?? it just so happened that I was surrounded by pathology when I began this story, and I just sort of? gravitated to it as a central story point?? kinda wild, now that I think about it lmao. but yeah, idk, I feel like this job that I have made me mature a little more x)

ahmm fourth influence, maybe arcane? more of a subconscious one, though, as only when a friend pointed out some similarities did I go 'oh yeahhh' lmao. I did very much enjoy arcane, and although I watched it a good while before I'd started this story, some stuff must have stuck with me subconsciously haha

as for the fifth one...also more of a subconscious one, but Mo Dao Zu Shi. starting a story with necromancy is just an S tier story hook, in my opinion, so I did kinda yoink the idea from here haha, although, again, I hadn't done so intentionally lol. I also really liked the dual timelines and definitely wanted to write something with such a structure. this story sort of introduced me to modern Chinese fantasy, and I really gotta read more of it ahhhh, but yeah, always nice to broaden your literary horizons:D

#ty for the ask eee i had to think quite a bit about this one lmao #hope u have a great new year's<33

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speaking of daddy!gyu 🥹 thinking of comfort sex with him because i didn't exactly have the best week 😞

coming home to him and needing to feel his warmth and he immediately rushes over to you to wrap you up in his arms and whisper words of reassurance into your hairline 💔 when you both pull away, you lean in to leave a light peck on his lips which leads to a very soft and slow makeout session that he eventually takes charge of after feeling how tired you are 💔💔💔

as expected, both your hands start wandering (when are they not) and so he gently picks you up to carry you to your shared room and just as gently lays you down on the bed. he starts undressing you but he never stops leaving kisses on any part of your body his lips can reach, quietly murmuring about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you with each one 🥲 him holding you close as he slowly pushes into you with his fingers or cock. he just wants to take care of his baby and give her every orgasm of her life and every drop of his cum

and just imagine being brought to tears while he's making you feel good because of how well he's treating you 🥹 he notices this and instead of reacting with his usual cockiness, the fondness in his eyes only increases tenfold and he softly kisses them away before whispering "i've got you. daddy's got you" 💔💔💔 AND IMAGINE HOW SWEET THE AFTERCARE WOULD BEEEE

- 🐶

i rlly hope you’re doing ok and feeling better :( <3

but this rlly hit all the marks. like the caresses would be so gentle. his thrusts would be the same but feel so good. he would reassure you the whole time and just worship every part of u 😭

#this was perfect fr #we love tender gentle sex #it’s so intimate idk #🐶 nonny #nalani.thotz

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bye-bye-firefly · 9 months

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Hi!!! I’ve thought of a question! What’re your thoughts on argument scenes?

Also, unrelated but I started reading House of Leaves and like the pages are so wide. I wasn’t expecting them to be that wide, I’m scared I may accidentally wack myself with their floppiness

oh trust me house of leaves needs to be that wide. you will find out.

ok braindump below I TALK A LOT.........

as for argument scenes...i like writing argument scenes i like writing fights and spats and such and the like its so nearly my favourite BUT. it needs to happen for a reason we cant just have an argument come out of nothing AND it needs to be punchy. not like throwing fists though it can go that way but like. there has to be a reason for it right. i see a lot of argument scenes that have no business being where they are or occurring at all. and then they happen and they dont even have THE PUNCH.

so like for example in chapter 9 of nameless we get that whole fight between kaito and shuichi. the whole point of an argument is that its physical but without physicality. you want to back your opponent into a corner and kaito very nearly gets there; he brings up all these things to argue his main point which is that kokichi is hurting him and eventually, hes going to hurt THEM. shuichi is putting up his defense with every point hes saying, being like kokichi cant do that, kokichi is only doing his best, i wont get hurt, you wont let us get hurt, blah blah blah and eventually, we reach a point where kaito has very nearly backed shuichi into the corner because shuichi is just throwing out insults and telling him to shut up by the end of it.

AND THEN he makes the FATAL MISTAKE of SIDE-STEPPING. in this example side-stepping would be making ANOTHER POINT and trying to ARGUE THAT ONE instead so you do a bit of a switch up. However. when you are trying to corner someone, you do not want to side-step UNLESS your opponent side-steps. is what i think. in my head. dont quote me on this dont use this in a fight the most ive done is like kickboxing. ANYWAY. kaito makes a separate point and tells shuichi that this is NOT the first time hes run off with a stranger. he completely ignores the other point he was arguing before shuichi or kokichi can break down and be like Okay I suppose youre right man ...Wow kokichi so evil NO he just starts arguing and jabbing at him with this and WHAT DOES SHUICHI DO? PUNCH HIM!!!!! and that is what ends the argument. and it would happen this way if he was physically being backed into the corner and his opponent made the same mistake. i think. dont quote me again

but arguments should always have that kind of structure. arguments are all about backing someone into a corner the only thing i can say for sure is that i need to like cut down on the exclamation marks in that section. its a little too dramatic for my tastes like looking back on it reading this section back like. they do not need exclamation points all the time i think

of course people will come out of the woodwork to say something like. well arguments in real life dont always have a purpose and yeah thats true sometimes arguments just happen and theyre stupid nothing arguments HOWEVER while writing should IMITATE life it should not BE a mirror of life. if i had to write a bunch of dumbass arguments about nothing in my work i would be like. so tired and done and braindead. like you dont have to write every single argument sometimes all you have to do is write the one stupid argument to demonstrate a point. that point might beeee. look at these guys! theyre so close theyre arguing like an old married couple! this is insane! it might be Wow these people need a fucking life or Wow they are running out of things to hate each other for or Wow. Get a room. but there should be a purpose for arguments

#fae's asks

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I really loved the Yandere Ranmaru headcanons you did, do you think you could do some headcanons with a Yandere Ranmaru having a very cuddly darling who likes being around him? He’s one of my favorite characters ^.^

A/N: This one is surprisingly low on yandere, but ths probably bc there wouldnt need to be much w/ a compliant darling lbr-- another one ths been sitting in my writing doc for a while, but that i js never got around to posting bc formatting,,,,,,sigh

TWs: Clinginess, Kidnapping mention? Implication??? Theft mention, Isolation, Paranoia, Ranmaru is delusional bc ofc he is

🩹 happiest man alive, i tell you

🩹 not only do you make his job much easier by accepting his feelings, but you also enjoy his company? He almost can’t believe it’s true 🩹 i feel like he’d also be rlly big on physicality as a love language so

🩹 he’s literally never letting you go, you’re too good of a match–

🩹 since you’re so willing to provide him with affection, don’t expect any shame from him when it comes to asking for it in public

🩹 just ignore the fact that his face is constantly red now, he’s fine i promise SDFGHJK

🩹 he’s the one friend in the group that’s always annoyingly in the middle of cuddling his s/o whenever the whole group hangs out JHGFDS

🩹 ok kinda off-topic but have you SEEN his hair? 10/10 very soft, if you ever touch it he would probably melt–

🩹 despite all this, i feel like he wouldn’t be completely optimistic about these behaviours

🩹 not that he doesn’t want you to contribute this affection towards him, of course, but he’s worried about you directing it towards anyone else!

🩹 no matter what you say, he’s gonna be perpetually worried about you treating other people the same way you treat him

🩹 it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously, but what if you just did it out of habit? That would beeee,,,,,

🩹 a problem, to say the least KJHGFDS

🩹 he wouldn’t be against slaughtering or otherwise completely ruining the lives of your current friends, but luckily for you, there’s an easier and cleaner alternative to solve this predicament!

🩹 i mean, since you have him and you’re already perfectly happy by his side, abandoning everyone else and just keeping him company is fine with you, right?

🩹 oh, don’t worry about silly things like wishing your family and friends goodbye, packing, etc etc

🩹 he already has enough of your stuff that he’s stolen for you to feel right at home, and he’s sure nobody will mind if you just leave!

🩹 i hope you didn’t like going outside, bc you def won’t be able to do that often anymore–

🩹 again, it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, but what if you accidentally wander off? or what if you fall asleep, and start sleepwalking???

🩹 what if someone manages you to kidnap you the moment you set foot out the door?

🩹 you understand his concerns, right? so that means you’ll agree to stay inside?

🩹 he doesn’t understand that he’s in the wrong, clearly JHGFD

🩹 we’ve already established that he’s delusional in all the previous posts and the tws, don’t act like this is a surprise–

🩹 it’s not like you’ll be trapped inside forever, ofc! he’ll let you leave every now and then

🩹 the fact that it’s mandatory for him to be with you whenever you go out is just a minor detail, and you don’t mind, right?

🩹 he’s sure you don’t, because if any of this was a problem, you’d have said something or tried to leave a long time ago, right?

🩹 which makes everything he’s doing perfectly normal for a good boyfriend such as himself!

🩹 tbh you kiiiinda have yourself to blame for condoning this-

🩹 even if it was cute at the time, he wasn’t just being mushy when he said you’d be together forever

🩹 but it’s okay! since you’re fine with it, I wish you all the best in your relationship!

🩹 i also wish both of you some psychiatric care, but just the relationship works too ig /lh

#zuzu writes #ranmaru kageyama #yttd ranmaru #your turn to die ranmaru #headcanons #yandere yttd #tw yandere #yandere #gn reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #yttd #your turn to die #your turn to die x reader #kgs #yandere kgs #kimi ga shine #kimi ga shine x reader

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