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pulling them by their collar [ diluc, itto, & childe ]

prompt: how they react when you pull them close by their collar/necklace/tie/etc. !!! characters: diluc, itto, childe (separate) w/ a gn!reader warnings: adult innuendos (diluc & childe)! canon-typical violence (diluc). reader wears glasses (itto). please be 16+ to read (just for my own comfort bc there's a few saucy topics) word count: ~2.0k a/n: this is a collab w/ the lovely rulaine! (@rulaineyu) !!! she wrote the same prompt but for zhongli, thoma, kaeya, & ayato! read them here!!

DILUC:

It's not like you meant to be rendezvousing with a man every night and gallivanting through the streets until dawn. It kind of just... happened. When you're a vigilante in a city that is in dire need of assistance, it's practically inevitable to team up with the other masked strangers on the street. You had paired up with the one woman who was definitely one of the Church of Favonius Sisters, even if she looked repulsed at your suggestion that she was such a figure. But now, you're paired with the most infamous of vigilantes yet: Mondstadt's very own Darknight Hero.

You've always wanted to be the best, but much to your behest, the Darknight Hero is fantastic at helping you clear out hilichurl camps on the edge of Mondstadt. You aren't quite sure why he's helping you when he could easily just complete these tasks on his own, but his presence means less work on your plate. Less tasks on the outside of the city means more helping the people inside the walls, which is always a good thing.

"You did well," The Darknight Hero says, causing you to jump out of your thoughts. "Your weapon is helpful for dealing with the archers."

You're spooked at him speaking for once. Usually, the two of you work in silence, communicating only through brief hand signals. Yet, you're even more spooked at the fact that he seemed to sense your self-doubt. It means you aren't concealing yourself as well as you'd like. You straighten your posture.

"Thank you," You say, looking at the mask that covers his eyes and the hood that covers his hair. The apples of his cheeks are still revealed and you swear they seem so familiar.

"Is there a way I can assist you that would red-" Your partner begins, but you quickly tune him out as you hear a twig snap in the distance. You look past him and he thinks nothing of your sudden loss of attention. In one hand, your polearm weighs heavy, but you reach the other hand out and grab the first thing you can think of: the choker that peeks out from underneath his cloak. Your fingers clasp around the red jewel in the center and you tug him far too harshly, sending him stumbling into you.

"Wha-" He begins before you hastily shove his larger figure off of you and step around him, charging towards the direction of the snapped branch and flinging your polearm like a javelin. The final hilichurl cries as your polearm makes contact, knocking it out of the tree it was hiding in. You let out a sigh of relief before turning back to him, grimacing apologetically in his direction.

Now on the ground, the Darknight Hero stares up at you with a flushed face and pure admiration in his expression. His chest heaves heavily as he recovers from you tugging on his collar, before a soft chuckle escapes his lips.

"I am not necessarily against playing rough with you," The Darknight Hero says, causing you to scoff. "But a warning next time would be appreciated."

Ignoring the way your heart flutters at his flirty remark, you shoot him a warning glare before pointing to the flaming hilichurl arrow that is extinguishing itself in the spot where he was previously standing. With the disguise of his mask, your fellow vigilante seems to find himself to be too comfortable with you. Unfortunately for him, you've realized just who he is.

"C'mon, Diluc," You say condescendingly, watching as his eyes blow wide. "I can tug on your collar more later if you'd like, but we gotta clear out the rest of these hilichurls."

"Wai-" He begins, but you huff and turn away and go to retrieve your polearm, leaving him chasing after you.

ITTO:

“Babe!”

You look up from your newly purchased light novel at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. He charges towards you with cupped hands and you spot the horns of an onikabuto peeking over his fingers. A victorious grin spreads across his lips as he stops in front of you.

“Guess who just won their latest bug fight?” Itto laughs proudly. “This guy! I’d point to myself but I can’t drop my special champion.”

You smile sweetly up at him, pushing up the bridge of your glasses to better focus on him instead of the pages below. At this angle, Itto blocks out most of your reading sunlight with his towering figure, but you had no intention of continuing the book in your hands. No matter how enthralling the plot was, you would much rather give your undivided attention to the man in front of you, especially when he always does the same for you. Thus, you slide the picture of Itto that you use as a bookmark between the pages and set the novel to the side, causing Itto to gasp with interest.

“That’s the book you were gonna get later, right? I thought it wasn’t released yet!” Itto says excitedly. He fumbles with the bug in his hands as it crawls over the edge of his fingers and onto his knuckles. You laugh gently and gesture to the basket next to you.

“I went for my usual books of the week, but Miss Yae was there and gave me an advanced copy,” you say sheepishly. The victorious onikabuto continues to crawl circles around Itto’s hands and you giggle before lifting up the opening to your book basket. “Put him in here.”

“You sure?” Itto asks before grinning even wider as you nod in response. Gently, he lets the onikabuto crawl out of his hands and into the safety of your basket. “He can read the books and get even smarter!”

“He’s already pretty strong if he won a bug fight…” you say, closing the vented lid to the basket. “What if he gets too strong?”

“Well, he won’t be stronger than me,” Itto says confidently. “I’ll protect you!”

At your boyfriend’s haughty tone, you giggle again. The sound causes a faint blush to rise to his cheeks, but his confident posture fails to change.

"How'd the fight go? Y'know, besides the whole winning part?" You ask and your boyfriend practically jumps in place with excitement at your question.

"There was this new guy at the fighting grounds," Itto says, as if the onikabuto fighting grounds aren't just wherever the closest patch of dirt is. "I think his brother brought him or something. He said he had an onikabuto he wanted to fight with and I immediately challenged him, because who better to be your first challenger than the toughest oni out there? Either way, no matter how big his beetle was, he didn't stand a chance against the Beetle Gladiator's beetles! Arataki beetles can't b-"

As your boyfriend rambles about his victory, you can't help but space off. You want to pay attention, but the cute furrow of his brow as he recounts every detail has you focusing more on his appearance than his words. Deciding to save him the breath, you clear his throat.

"Not to interrupt your well-deserved victory speech," you say slyly. "But there's something on your face?"

"Oh, there is? It's probably some of the dango I had earlier," Itto hastily wipes his hand across his mouth and you stifle a mischievous giggle.

"No, that's not it, lean down a little bit so I can get a better look!" You say and Itto obliges.

"Just let me kn-" Itto begins, but you cut him off by hooking a finger through the loop on his choker, just above his Vision. You tug him close, unable to hold back a victory laugh of your own as a vibrant red flush takes over his cheeks. Speechless, Itto stares at you with wonder. You swoop in before he can recollect his thoughts and place a kiss on his nose.

"Got it!" You say proudly and Itto continues to stare at you blankly. The gears in his head struggle to catch up with your brazen actions and he lets out a soft whine.

"You can't leave me with just that, lovebug," he grumbles. You giggle at his flustered state and, at the sound of your laughter, Itto leans forward and steals a kiss from your lips, determined to get yet another victory. You lean into his kiss, letting him hold you close until you run out of air.

"C'mon," you say breathlessly as you pull away from him. "Let's go get some victory snacks!"

CHILDE:

"So? How do I look?"

Your boyfriend is egotistical. Sure, he's earned most of his ego, especially as the youngest Harbinger, but that doesn't mean you like to encourage narcissistic behavior. It is important to retain a level head, especially in a position of power like his. You like to think you're pretty good at keeping him balanced, but as he exits the bathroom to present himself to you, you feed directly into his narcissism, staring at him with wide eyes.

Childe splays his arms out wide, showing off his perfectly tailored black tie suit to you. He often avoids such formal clothing, but the Fatui have shed their typical formal coats to opt for a more modern style of dress for the evening. Typically, you're more than happy to not be by his side at boring political parties, but you're mentally punching the air with jealousy at the knowledge that everyone else gets to see him in this outfit all evening. The suit clings to his waist and shoulders perfectly, sculpting out his figure with flattering precision.

You press your lips together, swallowing heavily.

"You look... nice," you say politely. Childe bursts out into laughter at your formal response.

"Well, it seems as though I know what to wear when I want you to fling yourself at me so we can-" He begins, but you cut him off by clearing your throat. You can't think of anything like that right now or you won't let him leave the door without tearing at least one piece of his clothing off. You smile politely and Childe looks utterly enthralled by your barely contained desire.

"Where is your tie?" you ask sweetly, as if you aren't swooning and falling in love with him all over again at the sight of him in a suit for the first time.

"Oh! Let me go get it. Gotta complete the look for my most adoring fan, huh?"

He slips back into the bathroom before you can chastise him for his teasing. As quick as he departs, your boyfriend returns. You stare at the cloth knot that now sits on his neck and move from your position on the bed. You walk over to him and Childe grins haughtily at you.

"You look good," you say as you stand in front of him. "But your tie is crooked."

"Is it?"

"Yup," you say, wrapping your hand around his tie, fingers curling atop his collarbone. "Let me fix it."

You tug him forward and Childe stumbles, but quickly regains himself as his lips crash into yours. The kiss is messy, and Childe laughs into your lips as his hands instinctively steady themselves on your waist. Before you can pull away and let him return to getting ready, Childe deepens the kiss, hungrily moving his lips against your own. When the two of you part, Childe's cheeks are flushed with exertion and your own lips are slightly swollen.

"I could be late," he offers, and this time, its your turn to laugh at his want for you. His hands loosely rest on your waist and you move your hands to his chest, splaying them out on the black fabric of his tuxedo.

"Oh? Really?" You feign interest. Childe looks hopeful, but you watch as his dreams shatter as you push yourself back from his chest with a giggle. "I don't think you're allowed to be. You're a Harbinger and all."

"You don't have to remind me," Childe whines as you lazily make your way back to the bed. "At least help me fix my tie, babe."

You giggle. "I know I messed it up, but if I help you fix it, you really aren't leaving the house."

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softer-sunny · 10 months

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Just Ask

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Word Count: 6,579

Summary: The Batch learns that Echo responds a lot better to touch if he is asked first.

Sweetness, fun, and shenanigans follow.

I posted this idea a little while ago and it completely inspired this whole fic 🧡

This is a tickle fic

It had all started a few days into being with the batch. Echo had his back turned to the wider ship, his headpiece sat on one of the bunks while he methodically cleaned his weapon so he could vaguely Wrecker milling around behind him. Sometimes all of the noise was too much. It made his head hurt and it was more comforting to be alone in the nearly soundless space between his ears as he tried to center himself. It was just him and Wrecker on the ship and the big guy was minding his own as well. That is until he felt two arms wrap around him and lift him off the ground. It happened so fast he didn’t have time to let his mind catch up. He saw red and he flailed, dropping his blaster in the process, and those two arms retreated as quickly as they first arrived. Once on the ground he put a hand to his chest, trying to suck in air and get his lungs to stop screaming at him. His head spun for a moment, his skin feeling like fire as he tried to wrap his head around the sudden change in contact. Slowly, as Echo regained his regular heart rate, he picked up the headpiece and put it back on - tuning in to the world around him again. Wrecker was standing a few feet away now, watching with a spooked look on his face. The big guy must’ve been talking to him and he hadn’t heard him properly.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize…” Wrecker trailed off, head ducked and hand rubbing self consciously at the back of his neck. It was so disheartening, even as he was trying to calm his rapid breathing. “I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.” Wrecker turned to move away from him, retreating back to the cockpit, but Echo couldn’t stand to watch him go.

“Wait!” He reached a hand out but didn’t quite reach the big guy who was now looking at him expectedly. Echo sighed. His heart was still beating a little quick but he tried to push that away to be able to calm the no doubt racing thoughts in Wrecker’s mind. “I don’t… It's fine.”

Wrecker waited but when Echo said nothing he put on a smile. “If you don’t like hugs that’s okay. I won’t do it anymore.” Ugh. He didn’t want the big guy to be weird around him now. He was embarrassed for reacting the way he did, even if it was just because it had surprised him.

“No that’s not…” This sucked . “I don’t dislike hugs. I just…” He didn’t know how to phrase it. He didn’t want his new squad to avoid touching him. His old squads were always so tactile and this one was no different. It would be so isolating to not be included in that type of dynamic - to be the odd one out. “You can hug me. I just need you to ask first. It took me by surprise. I… I don’t really like being surprised right now.” His stomach felt sick, an odd lump forming in his throat. Admitting that this was something he was struggling with was hard.

But, of course, Wrecker paid it no mind.His face immediately brightened, all the awkwardness slinking away. “Oh! Okay! I can do that. No problem, Echo.”

And it was that easy. Wrecker went on with his day and the next time he felt like pulling Echo into a hug he asked . He didn’t expect it to be such an easy thing for Wrecker to remember so if he looked a little shocked the first time Wrecker asked who could blame him? They were all sitting in the ship, drinks in hand and snacks spread between them. And Wrecker looked at him with such a hopeful expression and asked, very simply. “Can I hug you?”

Echo just stared back at him for a moment but once he recovered he was able to mutter the quietest of ‘ yes ’s. Wrecker wrapped him up in a hug so fast, body warm and solid and comforting. By the time they let go he knew he was beaming up at the big guy with so much appreciation and happiness that it must’ve been all too obvious to the rest of the squad that he was really thankful for the ask. He barely caught the other three sharing a knowing glance with each other. It was a little embarrassing to have such a reaction to such a simple thing but he couldn’t care too much when all he could feel was warmth.

From then on he noticed the rest of them doing it. He hadn’t even mentioned it to them and yet they were all asking to touch him. He noticed it first with Tech who always worked on his cybernetics and made sure he conducted all of his physicals. It was always easiest to be touched by Tech who didn’t do things out of the blue and didn’t surprise Echo with random contact. He was sitting on the makeshift medical table they could tuck away when they needed to and Tech was getting supplies ready. The man looked over to Echo as he got the last of his supplies and held out his hand. “May I look at your scomp?” Echo furrowed his eyebrows but held out the arm, letting Tech take it and start fiddling with it. Slowly he made his way upwards, pausing right where skin would meet metal. “I will have to roll up your sleeve to check where it connects. Is this alright?”

Ah . He understood now. Echo let himself give Tech a small smile. “It’s alright. You can do what you need to do.” Tech let one corner of his lips raise in a small half smile then rolled Echo’s sleeve up to start probing at the skin under the fabric. Each time Tech moved to a new place he announced what he was doing then very carefully asked if what he was doing was alright - if he was permitted to touch the metal and the skin around it. It was the most taken care of and respected Echo had felt since his rescue and that was enough to make emotion well behind his eyes. It was also - coincidentally- the first time his hands didn’t shake during a physical.

Hunter was, surprisingly, very physical just in smaller ways. It was rare that a conversation with Hunter didn’t begin or end with his hand on your arm or shoulder. He often urged squad members forward with a hand on their backs or a nudge to the shoulder. Hunter had been avoiding doing this to Echo anyway, feeling him out for boundaries and not wanting to move too fast, but it wasn’t until one night about two weeks in that Hunter started doing it.

Echo was standing with their group, nervously trying to avoid staring eyes and attention from onlookers while they waited to get into a small bar on the planet they’d just got done completing a mission on. They were there to celebrate a job well done on their first mission together as a squad but all Echo could feel was dread.

“It’ll be fine.” Hunter had leaned a little bit into his space, still leaving a few inches between them, but had his face forward like he wasn’t talking to Echo at all. The man could sense his apprehension.

Echo looked between Hunter and the entrance to the bar. “ I know. ” It was hard to keep the irritation out of his tone but the attitude only made the corners of Hunter’s lips twitch upwards.

“We’re all right here. No one will say anything fucked up with the big guy around. They’re all too intimidated by his size to be assholes.” He was so at ease with the crowd with the whole group around. Echo expected more displeasure from Hunter, especially with the noise, but it seemed that he was fine as long as the rest of the squad was around - and if they didn’t stay too long.

“Oh, so the face tat doesn’t do enough to frighten away onlookers?” Echo smirked. He was happy to be able to make fun of his sergeant - it got the pressure off of him for a moment.

Luckily for him Hunter rolled his eyes but the amusement was there - clear as day. “Don’t be smart with me.” They stood in silence for a moment, unease creeping into the edges of their conversation the longer they were quiet. Eventually Hunter cleared his throat, arms folding over his chest as he regarded Echo. “I could keep a hand on your arm, or your shoulder, when you’re getting overwhelmed. Only if you’re alright with that.” By now Echo was used to them asking - they’d been doing it enough - but it still made him bristle a bit with embarrassment. He appreciated it at his core but there was still a little bit to get used to. It made him feel so seen - in a way he wasn’t exactly used to yet.

“How will you know that I’m overwhelmed?” Echo asked quietly.

Hunter thought for a moment then smiled. “You can just tap three times on the table. I’ll know.” Tapping three times. That could work. It was quiet and subtle enough that no one else would know if he didn’t want them to. Crowded spaces, unfamiliar places, they still made him pause.

“Maybe… maybe we could try that.” He said as they piled into the noisy bar and found a table. Hunter held true to what he said, watching and listening for when Echo was overwhelmed by their surroundings. It was surprisingly easy to tap the table and admit to needing support. Every time the air felt too tight around his throat, or the lights were too blinding, the noise too much, he’d tap the table and a hand would find its way to his back or his shoulder. The grounding touch was certainly welcome and it helped pull the nerves out of him and bring his breathing down to a level he’d consider normal. After his heart rate calmed Hunter’s hand would disappear until the next time he needed it.

Crosshair was the last one to ask to touch him and it had taken Echo by surprise when it happened. He was just as tactile as the rest of them but had been holding Echo at arms length - literally . They could, however, sit in silence with each other, a good foot of space between them, and feel completely comfortable. It was nice having someone who was happy with silence. When they eventually did cross the boundary it had been one of those days when they were getting under each other's skin for fun. Every time Echo would get engrossed in a task Crosshair would find some way to pull him out of it and it was really starting to irritate him.

“Crosshair I swear to the Maker.” Echo complained as Crosshair tossed another article of clothing at his face. If Crosshair wasn’t so intent on irritating him that day maybe he could actually get something done for once. This had been going on for the past twenty minutes - ever since the rest of the batch left on a supply run - and it was really starting to grate on his nerves.

“You’re so dramatic.” Crosshair tsked as he reached out - looking like he was either going to grab Echo’s shoulder or push him - then he paused uncomfortably. He pulled his hand back, looking between Echo and the ground before turning around and rifling through his bag. It made Echo’s eyebrows furrow.

“What?” He asked irritably.

“Nothing.” Crosshair shot back without turning around. It made the irritation in his blood boil.

“ Dammit Crosshair. What?!” If he had a problem he should just say it already.

Crosshair let out a sigh, putting down his bag and turning to face Echo. He folded his arms over his chest and studied Echo’s face for a moment - something he knew was a thing Crosshair did when he was considering his words more than usual. “Permission to push you around?” Echo tipped his head to the side in confusion, still not really getting what Crosshair was aiming for. Crosshair rolled his eyes. “You’re being annoying. I want to shove you. But only if that’s fine.”

Ah. Right. Echo let his face soften, shaking his head at the sniper. “You’re so weird.” It made Crosshair bristle - something that made the edges of Echo’s mouth tick upward. Getting to get under Crosshair’s skin was always a fun pastime - even if it sometimes ended in a few hurt feelings. They tended to get over it quickly anyway. “Fine.” There was a quick moment of surprise that flashed across the sniper’s face but after that he was firmly shoved at the shoulder, tipping backwards slightly at the surprise of it. Bickering with Crosshair became a lot more fun after that.

From then on Crosshair would plop down next to him and grin, hand held in his chin and ask with all the snark and sass he could muster “Mind being my footrest?” Echo always rolled his eyes but straightened out his legs to give a flatter place for Crosshair to rest his feet.

“Just don’t dig your bony heels into me and you can leave them there as long as you like.” Crosshair usually tsked and muttered under his breath about how Echo was one to talk but he did prop his feet up in Echo’s lap and lean back to doze. It was part of Crosshair’s show of trust - Echo noticed - and he only ever did it when he was really relaxed. Echo was glad for the company and usually rested his datapad on top of Crosshair’s shins, sometimes rubbing gently at them to rouse him if he needed the sniper’s attention for something. There was something nice about it, the weight of Crosshair’s feet on his lap and the pleasant sound of someone snoring nearby. There were plenty of times that the warmth and company lulled Echo to sleep too. The rest was worth all the holos Tech would take of them.

It wasn’t until one day about a week later that Echo learned just how much they were willing to accommodate him. They were all mucking around in the ship. They had a few days off and the squad was bored so it was smackdown time on the Marauder. Well… as much of a smack down as play fighting and wrestling could be. Wrecker kept pulling them into unfair wrestling matches and he even let them win a few times just to keep their spirits high enough to keep the game going. Echo sat on one of the bunks, calmly reading while the other four men were basically playing not too far away. Their loud bickering and laughing kept him amused while he read.

“Hey, Echo!” Hunter called after some time, pulling him away from his book. “Any chance you want to spar?” He had such a hopeful look on his face. It was rare that Echo would join in when they got like this - all of that contact was still too much for him to handle - but he couldn’t say he wasn’t interested in trying.

Echo quirked an eyebrow up at him, giving into the playful energy that had built up in the ship. “You really think you can beat me? I was an ARC trooper.”

Hunter sat back on his heels, a challenge flashing behind his eyes. “I don’t doubt your skills but I have yet to see them in action against me. My hand to hand is unmatched.”

Echo sat his book down then rolled his head from side to side to stretch the muscles in his neck and shoulders. He leaned forward, grinning. It was about time he gave this a good try. “You’re on.”

It didn’t take very long to get Hunter pinned. His new sergeant was incredibly skilled but he definitely underestimated Echo’s ability to measure up. Plus, Echo had spent a lot of time watching Hunter take down the other batchers and knew all of Hunter’s blind spots and weak points. He may not be back up to his previous weight but he was still a skilled strategist. Echo had Hunter on his back in less than four minutes, pinning him to the ground with his knee and one hand pressed against Hunter’s wrists.

Hunter huffed up at him. A surprised look dawned on his face at being flat on his back but he did look impressed. “ Damn . Remind me to never piss you off.”

“Hunter let you win. For sure.” Crosshair piped up, smirking from his vantage point on the bottom bunk.

Echo shot him an insulted look, leaning back so he could give Crosshair the full extent of it. “That’s not true!”

Mischief flitted behind Crosshair’s expression, something he didn’t miss but probably should’ve paid attention to. “You’re the newbie, you're getting his slack.”

Echo pointed his scomp at the sniper, not completely paying attention to his surroundings - which was probably his goal. “I’m not oof -“ Suddenly there were arms around his waist, a shoulder pressing into his chest and toppling him over onto the ground. There was a moment of grappling where Echo tried to get out from under Hunter, although it didn't work out well. He did eventually have to concede and let Hunter pin his wrist and scomp down to the ground - smirking down at him. “That wasn’t fair.”

“Technically,” Tech piped up, his chin resting in his palm while he watched them. “He did follow all of our rules. You simply were not… aware of your surroundings.” Tech smirked when Echo rolled his eyes.

“I told you. My hand to hand is unmatched.” Hunter’s smug smile matched Crosshair’s - this was totally their plan all along. He should’ve known.

Echo let his head fall back against the floor with a huff. “Maybe if you’re facing off against Cross, but if you didn’t cheat I’d still be on top.” Crosshair threw some expletives his way in retaliation for that comment.

An expression that was half amused and half insulted played across Hunter’s features. “You’re talking really big for someone on their back.”

Echo let a wicked grin spread across his face. “And you’re talking big for someone with a face tat. I know you got that thing to look intimidating but I see through it.”

Hunter’s jaw dropped, but Echo could sense that there wasn’t any real shock behind it. “How dare you talk about my face tat like that.” Echo couldn’t help but laugh at the indignance on his sergeant’s face. Hunter sat back on his heels, arms folded over his chest, and pointed threateningly at Echo. “You better watch it.”

“Oh I’m so scared .” Echo put a hand to his chest, grinning wider when Hunter rolled his eyes. It really had been too long into them knowing each other before Echo let this side of him out. “No. Really. Terrified.” He laughed again when Hunter huffed, clearly more entertained than annoyed but still putting up the front. It was the same game they’d all been playing with each other all day. One of them would get indignant and the other would poke fun at them - a simple but effective way to pass the time.

“Echo?” Hunter seemed apprehensive for a moment, almost nervous. Echo wanted to combat this so he leaned up on his elbow and smiled so maybe Hunter wouldn’t hold back with whatever he wanted to ask. Hunter made a strangled noise but sighed in resolution. “Can I tickle you?”

“What?!” Echo’s eyes immediately widened, flopping back onto the floor of the ship and wrapping his arms around himself to prepare for the oncoming attack. He’d been on both sides of this plenty of times before. He knew exactly how it went.

“Can I tickle you?” Hunter asked again. It was then that Echo realized that Hunter’s hands were still firmly away from his body and he was waiting with an expectant raise of his eyebrow. Hunter wasn’t aiming to grab him before he was ready. He wasn’t going to reach out and tickle him without permission.

“W-why?” Echo stuttered out. He let his arms upcurl from around himself, now confident that he wasn’t going to have to fend off a sneak attack any time soon. He was sure one day those things would happen - after he was comfortable and used to new and surprising touches - but for now he knew nothing would happen unless he allowed it.

Hunter shrugged, the corner of his lip turning up. “Because you’re being a shit. And usually being a little shit on this ship earns you at least a few pokes.” Made sense. This squad was just as tactile as all of Echo’s previous ones had been and tickling was bound to come with the territory. “But you get to choose what happens to your body so I won’t if you aren’t comfortable.”

Was he comfortable? It had been a long time since he’d been tickled and he’d never just allowed someone to do it. Usually he was rolling around on the ground trying to get the upper hand so he could pay back his brothers in full but this was different. This was Hunter asking explicit permission to be allowed to do it and Echo wasn’t entirely sure how he’d react to it. Would it be too much? Would it not feel the same way it did before? There were a lot of questions he didn’t have the answers to, a lot of gray areas. He had no doubt that Hunter would stop if he needed to, if he couldn’t handle the sensation and needed it to end. It had never been entirely unpleasant to mess around with his brothers like that. There was always something fun to it that made the anxiety and nerves roll off of him. He’d never know what had changed if he didn’t try and this was probably the safest way he could find out - with people who would never push past a boundary he wasn’t comfortable with. “You…” Echo huffed - a little bit awkwardly - but he did move his arms out of the way a bit in a show of trust. “You can.”

Hunter looked a little shocked but he did start to smile a bit more at the possibility of being allowed to. “Really?” Hunter asked, again . All of this asking was making the heat in Echo’s face even worse. Echo tried not to outwardly groan as he nodded his acceptance. A grin spread across Hunter’s face that made Echo want to curl up. “Tell me when to stop.” Hunter’s hands moved slowly, always in Echo’s line of sight, as he experimentally poked a few times at Echo’s side. It wasn’t too bad but the unfamiliar sensation did make him bend away, hands following him and moving to scratch over the thin material of his shirt, the beginnings of soft laughter starting to pour out of his mouth from the sheer giddiness of it all. Echo clamped his hand over his mouth to try and muffle it as much as he could. He hadn’t been tickled since… before the citadel but he did remember that trying to hold back your reactions made whoever was tickling you simply try harder. Hunter did pause and scan his eyes over Echo’s face to check in on him. He was hoping Hunter would move on but he just sat there, watching and waiting for permission from Echo.

He swallowed the laughter that had been ready to come out and removed his hand from his mouth. “It’s okay. I’m fine. It just…” Echo rolled his eyes. “It just tickles. I’ll tell you when to stop.” The concern slipped off of Hunter’s face, getting replaced with a small smile as he got back to scratching his fingers over Echo’s side. Echo couldn’t help but remember Fives holding him down and tickling the shit out of him right before they left for a mission - something about how he was being sour and needed to smile and Echo had fought so hard to keep himself from outright giggling while his brother poked and prodded at every tried and true weak spot. Echo didn’t last long. That was nothing like this . The touch was so gentle it was a little maddening, but certainly not wholly unpleasant. It wasn’t a bad feeling, certainly not unbearable with how softly he was being touched. It wasn’t until Hunter used both hands to squeeze his lower ribs that he finally let go of holding back his reactions and bucked involuntarily - barking a surprised laugh before he could stop it.

“ Oh shit!” He hissed at the feeling - fluttery and insistent - and that made Hunter let out an amused hum. The gentle squeezing didn’t stop, not even when he tried to turn onto his side to put some distance between him and Hunter’s hands. The tactic of squeezing - now proving effective - was now being used to travel up and down his sides, stopping when Echo’s laugh kicked up a notch so that Hunter could fucking scribble his fingertips over the spot. It was weird to let someone tickle him but the gentleness associated with it was making it easier to keep himself from blocking any potential spots Hunter might want to try. He was used to protecting those spots with every ounce of energy he had but now he was leaving them out in the open and resolving himself to cover his face and squirm on his spot on the ground. A particularly sensitive spot right at the soft part of his side was traced then, causing a snort to leave him before he turned onto his side to press his face into the ground so his back was to Hunter now - unfortunately facing the rest of the group who was watching with amusement. It was a little embarrassing to be Maker damned giggling into the floor but he couldn’t be bothered too much over it.

“A little ticklish there, huh?” Don’t tease that’s so unfair. The playfulness in the question meant Echo didn’t have to answer it but his laugh did get a little louder then, something Hunter must’ve taken note of because he slowed down a bit. “Too much?” Hunter asked, fingers still gently tracing over the dip in his side and making that fluttery feeling even worse.

Echo couldn’t bring himself to look over but he did shake his head. “ Nohohoho . You can kehehehep goihihing!” He knew there were eyes on him, each of them most likely absolutely glinting with mischievousness or fondness but he wasn’t going to worry about that until he absolutely needed to. Preferably after Hunter was done testing out every patch of skin available to him.

He heard Hunter chuckle at him, his fingers pausing to rub comfortingly at the spot he was just teasing before starting their path again, this time beginning from his hip and climbing upwards in a light, swirling path that was absolutely impossible to ignore. “You tell me if you’re done. I mean it.” His tone was stern but it was so clear that he was smiling too wide to pour any true command into it. The reminder that this was up to Echo made his face burn again but he simply pushed his face further into his arm and tried to make his laugh sound as dignified as possible. His squirming increased as fingers climbed, giggles pouring out with more urgency as the path swirled upwards. It wasn’t until Hunter wiggled his fingers under his arm that he finally turned onto his back again, dislodging Hunter’s hand for a moment. The sergeant sat back on his heels, hands resting on his thighs so they were completely in view.

He let Echo breathe for a second and he took full advantage of that opportunity. Unfortunately it didn’t take long for one of their other brothers to grow impatient. “Hey.” Crosshair got their attention then nodded towards Echo. “He protects his stomach with his scomp when he doesn’t know what to do with it. You should try there.”

Echo flung a glare at the man, who had the gall to look smug. “ Dammit, Cross! ” Screw that enhanced eyesight and stupid observational skills. Even though he wasn’t being touched yet he did subconsciously do exactly what Crosshair had ratted him out for. His hand moved to cover his face but his other arm remained folded over his midsection. Hunter looked over Echo’s face and tipped his head, raising his hand to see if Echo would stop him. He squirmed in place but didn’t say anything and it made a happy grin spread across his brother’s face. Hunter gripped the scomp and slowly lifted it away, nervous laughter already falling out of Echo’s mouth. Hunter moved until he could rest Echo’s arm on the floor then pointed at him.

“Keep it out of the way. Alright?” All he could do was nod in agreement and hope that it wasn’t nearly as sensitive as he remembered it being, especially being so exposed. Hunter’s fingers collided with his side again - the same damn spot that got him to laugh in the first place - and the bastard walked them up his side and onto the outer edge of his stomach. He couldn’t help scrunching his nose when the tracing started again, this time zeroing in on his abdomen and skirting along in a way that made his muscles jump. He was already laughing again, the giddy feeling returning and making it bubble up in his chest. It was just as bad as before and - for some reason - it was more difficult to keep his hands out of the way. Maybe it was that he was so exposed, or the impulse to curl up that he had to avoid now. Either way he could feel that crawling, tingling, ticklish sensation make him want to wiggle away.

Hunter hummed again then skated his fingers along Echo’s lower stomach and chuckled when his bright laughter jumped up and turned a bit more frantic. “What about here?” Hunter asked, forming a claw and vibrating his hand. It was such a childish move but one that was extremely effective, Echo throwing his head back to laugh freely at the ceiling. “Hmm. Pretty good spot, huh?” The damn teasing again. Hunter didn’t keep that up for long, otherwise Echo was sure he’d have to stop then and there. Instead he went back to the method he’d tried earlier - poking his stomach and stopping to scratch at any spot that made Echo laugh harder than usual. It was an unfamiliar buzzing on his skin now but it was something he was well accustomed to before. He could barely get through a day without one of his brothers poking him just to see him squirm. Hell, even Rex and Cody would gang up on him from time to time, usually throwing him over one of their shoulders and squeezing his sides until he could do nothing but bury his face in their back and laugh. He never expected to miss those times - that they would be gone before he knew to appreciate them for what they were. He was reaching his limit, his body starting to get over sensitive to the touch and almost verging into too much. It wasn’t until Hunter used both sets of fingers to scribble into the flat expanse of his abdomen that he yielded, a jolt of electric tingles finally making him bring his arms down to block the area from further prodding.

“ Okay! Stohohop, I’m done!” He hadn’t even gotten all the words out before Hunter was backing off, keeping his hands in his lap where Echo could see them again. Echo rubbed his hand over the ghost of fluttering on his stomach, slowly letting the feeling ebb away and his giggles tapper off the longer he was left without the touch. Hunter carefully placed a hand on his arm and rubbed gently, careful to be firm enough not to tickle. It was a nice gesture as he regained his breath and got the energy to sit up. The hand on his arm migrated to his back - only to let Echo remember that Hunter was still there and was trying to support him.

There was a split second between Echo sitting up and tucking himself into Hunter’s chest, wrapping his arms around his brother to hug him. Hunter only hesitated for a second before curling his arms around Echo in return. Echo wasn’t sure why he couldn’t fight the urge to hug his brother. He didn’t quite know how to express his thanks, how to let Hunter know how much this had meant to him - how much they all meant to him. He was starting to get overwhelmed with a prickling of emotion in his chest. They’d tried so hard for him. They’d tried to make him comfortable and feel accepted and a part of not just their team but also their family. There wasn’t much he could say to thank them for that. He just hoped that he could give them the same things they’d given him. Hunter leaned his head on top of Echo’s as his hands rubbed up and down his back - carefully skating over the cybernetics embedded into his skin. The extra attention to not avoid the cybernetic parts of him made that swell pull at his chest again. He did pull away after a moment and Hunter let him go, eyes still checking him over to make sure he wasn’t too overwhelmed.

Despite how borderline embarrassed he felt he did find the courage to look at the rest of the batch. What he found was all of them watching him with exactly what he expected - a mix of mischievousness and fondness. It made him want to squirm again but he settled for wrapping his arms around his middle and hugging himself tight. “What?”

Wrecker was the only one who looked even remotely apologetic for staring, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “We just…” He shrugged and sent Echo a smile. “We hadn’t really heard you laugh yet.” Maker. Echo knew his face was red. It was a lot of attention that he wasn’t used to and he couldn’t help but feel a bit too seen under all of it. By some miracle he was saved - by Crosshair no less.

The sniper stood from his spot and shot him a grin. “Want to take me on next? Best two out of three?” Echo couldn’t help but smile back at him at the offer of a challenge, a distraction.

“I don’t know, are you going to cheat?” Echo asked but he was already pulling himself up off of the floor and getting into a starting stance. Crosshair didn’t answer, only mimicked Echo’s stance and raised his eyebrow. Waiting for Echo to make the first move. He sighed and shook his head. The risk of dirty, underhanded cheating was high but the reward of beating him would be sweeter .

The following weeks were filled with the same amount of check ins and questions that they’d given him before just with a new activity thrown in. Everytime it happened Echo got more used to it - the question and the feeling. Soon he started to feel the normalcy of it sink in and he began to anticipate when they’d ask, how they’d do it, and how long he could handle it before calling a truce. Wrecker was about as playful as Echo expected, sometimes punctuating his frequent request for hugs with an ask to make Echo laugh. He’d been picked up off of the ground more times than he could count, fingers digging into his sides while he dangled in the air and laughed. Tech had started asking when they were quietly counting down the hours in the cockpit together on watch. They’d try to keep it as quiet as possible so no one else got woken up but they’d get caught anyway, half fallen out of their chairs into a pile on the floor. He started to expect Crosshair to ask whenever they were bickering back and forth over something inconsequential. The best time was when they were both huddled in one of the lower bunks together, debating whether or not Crosshair could hit a specific target from a moving ship while hanging upside down. Echo was firmly in the boat that there was no way in hell he could and he’d believe it when he saw it. Was he exaggerating to get under the sniper’s skin? Yes. It was too easy. Crosshair huffed, narrowing his eyes at him before letting amusement play across his face.

“Any chance you’re up for me pestering you until you take that back?” Echo rolled his eyes but let out a nervous laugh already.

“Only if I can do it back.” Echo threw back at him.

“ Deal. ” Crosshair didn’t hesitate to grab his ankle and yank Echo onto his back. They nearly toppled off of the bunk a few times but eventually Echo did have to admit to being a little shit on purpose. Crosshair would’ve stopped had he just asked but putting up the front was part of the game and Echo didn’t want it to end.

Hunter usually was the kindest when he asked. At first he only did it when they were sitting quietly next to each other and minding their own business so he could be gentle about it. Echo always ended up curled up on the bunk, squirming while Hunter wiggled his fingers into any sensitive spots he could reach. Hunter’s favorite tactic was to get permission to lay on top of Echo, successfully pinning him down, then using his hair and the scruff of any facial hair he had to tickle Echo’s neck. Somehow that had become Hunter’s favorite way to get him to laugh and he couldn’t say it wasn’t fun. Over time he got to see a more playful side of Hunter, slowly evolving until they were all out brawling every now and again. It was those times with Hunter that built up his confidence in playing around with them. If there was anyone he had to sprint away from it was Hunter, who let himself goof off sometimes just to get some energy out or make the rest of them lose their attitudes.

“You can only tickle me if you catch me first!” Echo always took off before Hunter could catch on, hearing the sound of pounding feet behind him to propel him forward. He always got caught - there was no hiding from Hunter - but it always ended with the ship feeling lighter than it was before.

There would never come a day when everything felt like it had before. Things had changed, there was no going back to it now. Despite that there was still a lot that Echo could feel grateful for gaining. New additions to his family, a safe space to learn, and so many new experiences he was sure would come in time. He was grateful for the bit of understanding and security he’d carved out for himself, fitting perfectly in the spaces they had made for him and calling their little ship home.

#bad batch tickle #the b//d b//tch #the bad batch #star wars tickle #tbb echo #the bad batch fanfiction

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Killer Concept: The Witch

Dead by Daylight has more than its fair share of "witch" type characters as-is between Hag, Artist, and Nurse, but prompted by chat earlier today I thought I'd give a shot to adapting my own OC, the Witch (or witch!Lying), to the context of a video game full of murderous psychopaths that constantly terrorise and torture hapless civilians.

Let's start with the core concept:

A chase Killer with a ranged debuff attack and a connection to the crows that inhabit the Entity's realm.

And with that, the outline of the Witch's lore:

Living in a cabin in the woods on the outskirts of town was just fine for the Witch, giving them just enough privacy to practise their eldritch magics, construct little charms and talismans to forgotten gods, and especially to terrorise the villagers who dared step just a little too far beyond the treeline. But eventually, probably after one too many spooks, or maybe the child that was chased into the river last winter by ravens, or possibly the whole family that went mad after finding their house picked clean by the same three-eyed birds mocking them all the while, the townsfolk got nervous enough to dare. Despite a harrying amount of ravens cackling at them as they made their way, they laid siege to the cabin and set it ablaze. And as the Witch gave one last hearty cackle to terrorise their revolting victims, the Entity stepped in to claim them. Now in the Fog, the Witch is surrounded by crackling flames and watchful black birds, and charged with one solemn duty: Make them fear

First, the ability:

Cursed Flame The Witch can toss a small fireball which flies on an unerring trajectory unaffected by gravity (ie. always in a straight line). If hit by the fireball, healthy survivors become injured, and injured survivors are afflicted with Deep Wound. Has a short wind-up and uses charges, similar to the Nurse's Blink, which need time to recover once expended. A number of add-ons apply status effects to survivors struck by the fireball, including the usual Blindness, Mangled, and Exhausted. Eldritch Wings The Witch is old friends with malevolent black birds, and the Fog is full of them. Like the Dredge, they can teleport to undisturbed crows around the map, with their appearance being heralded by small flames that crescendo as they arrive. Additionally, they can teleport to just shortly behind a visible survivor within their terror radius, appearing in a flurry of black feathers, though this puts the ability on a considerably-longer cooldown compared to the crows.

Second, the perks:

Sinking Sensation: Survivors within your terror radius have any Exhaustion effects slowed by 12/16/20% (eg. the Exhaustion caused by Blood Echo would last 50-54 seconds instead of 45 seconds if spent entirely within your terror radius). Three-Eyed Ravens: Survivors who startle crows within your terror radius have their aura revealed for 6/8/10 seconds. This could be likened to Spies From The Shadows, but the dependence on terror radius makes it more variable, such as being worthless for most stealth killers. Omen of Doom: After hooking a survivor, a random injured or healthy survivor hears your terror radius approaching for the next 6/8/10 seconds. You still emit a terror radius as normal. Any effects applied by your terror radius (eg. Coulrophobia, Overwhelming Presence) also affect the haunted survivor.

The general playstyle is to use surveillance-type perks to monitor the map and teleport between generators using the crows, then when in a chase using the teleport to quickly catch up to a fleeing survivor in a similar fashion to the Singularity's Overclock mechanic. Survivors can stymy your efforts to move around by intentionally startling the crows, but this is a temporary measure and makes them easier to find if you're already close by.

Their fireball serves to give them ranged potential, but it can't down a survivor by itself (unlike most ranged killers so far) so they still need to get close, such as by using the teleport at the cost of needing to really stick the landing on the subsequent hit or else risk a more protracted chase. Debuff add-ons would give it some hefty versatility as well.

#dead by daylight #witch!Lying #fan killer

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can we get something about Tim being comforted by his partner? we all know he needs it sometimes :(♡ just lots of fluff and anything you'd like to add! thank you, no rush and take your time; mwah!

More Important Than Anything

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Summary: Tim goes through a lot and sometimes he can't handle it. So he always tends to come to you for a sense of comfort and stability. Being his rock is a lot too sometimes, but to you, it's worth it.

Warnings: mentions of distress, injuries that happened in canon, yelling and shouting, behaviors that imply being moments from a panic attack, and the mention of punching a hole in a wall. Spoilers for entry 59.

Author’s Snip: I loved this request sooooo much. Also sorry for not writing, I haven't been in a writing mood recently. Also this is mostly hurt comfort but there's some fluff to it a bit.

Notes: This takes place right after Jay and Tim's fight in entry 59 and also mentions the part where Alex breaks _____'s knee in a previous entry, which currently evades me rn. Cencoring because of spoilers even though I'm sure you all have seen the entire series at this point.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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You would never call your boyfriend a handful. You would never call him something taxing. You would have something strike you dead if you ever even whispered it to yourself. Tim was a man with his own 'issues' that he's been dealt to live with, and you would never use that as a way to shame him.

But when he goes missing for days without any sign where he is or what he was doing, you'd get worried sick. You knew he was a very private man, but you had faith that if he ever ran off he'd either tell you or ask you to come with. Your fright only got worse when he showed up at your door step after having been gone for weeks with a busted knee and crutches, looking like he saw the gates of hell. You didn't ask any questions and just rushed him inside, and even when you did ask he said he just woke up in his car like that.

You didn't talk much about that day after that. You just let him stay with you till he felt like he was over staying his welcome. Which he wasn't, you would have let him stay till he was completely okay.

But whenever he did leave, you worried about him coming back to you in an even worse state. That's why when you heard a knock at your door in the dead of night you had that vision loom over you till you opened it.

It was in fact Tim, thankfully not physically beaten, but he looked very distressed. Something he used to do when his condition was at it's worse and he needed someone to be there to ground him and make sure he didn't hurt himself. But this was different. He just looked genuinely upset about something. You moved aside to let him in which he quickly did without saying a word.

"Is everything okay?" you muttered out. "No," Tim bursted out. "No! Everything's not okay! I just- It's just..." Tim exclaimed out but couldn't find the right words to describe what was wrong, like his feelings were flying everywhere and he hadn't properly collected them. His body language kept changing back and forth from that of a person who wanted to curl up and cry to a person who wanted to scream and punch holes in the walls, and neither of them stuck around to lock on either action.

"What happened?" you asked in a hushed tone and carefully walking towards him, like if too harsh of a voice or fast of a movement would spook him and make him worse. "Too much happened!" he shouted. You flinched at the volume of his voice. You knew he wasn't shouting at you. He was distressed and caught in between too many strong emotions and he doesn't know how to hold them still. You knew that. But you had never seen him this full of anger before. Upon recovering from the misplaced tone, you cautiously placed your hand on his upper arm. "Tim. What happened?" you repeated.

In that moment, Tim seemed to just come crumbling down. He practically latched onto you, almost making you fall down, and had just started to spill out so many things. You couldn't keep up with all of it, he was talking too fast. What you managed to take in was him talking about his condition coming back in full force after it had seemingly gone away, then side tracking talking about when he came to you that day with that busted knee and how terrified you looked for him, and something about a channel, an old acquaintance, and then his medical documents and something about a guy named Jay. All the while you had lead him to your couch so that he wouldn't fall to the floor as his body crumbled. Once he was done, he had practically sunk the two of you into the couch completely and he held onto you like you were the only thing still keeping his wits together. And he shook like one of those terrified little dogs.

You just held him. You held him as tight as you could and consoled him. That's all you could do. All you could do was just rub up and down his back and mutter "It's okay." and "I'm here." into his hair while Tim himself just shook and seemed on the boarder of crying.

"I'm not crazy, right?" Tim asked very suddenly. Before you could ask "What?" out of confusion, he looked up at you. "I'm not crazy, right? You don't think I'm a psychopath or anything?" he asked. He looked like he was frazzled, like his last wits will be spent and he'd ball and hyperventilate if you didn't answer in time. "No," you answered quickly.

"No. No, Tim. I don't think you're crazy. Not at all." you responded and you carefully held his face in your hands. "You aren't a psychopath and you're not crazy. You just... have a lot going on." you explained. "You have a lot of things going on and you don't fully understand it." .

"I don't know what's wrong with me," he trembled out. "I just want to be normal. Why does this have to happen to me?" Tim cried. You went back to holding him tightly and ran you hand through his hair. You muttered "I know." and the past phrases of "It's okay." "I'm here." as you kissed which ever part of his head you could reach and gently shushing as he wept.

You don't know how long you stayed there holding, muttering to, and kissing him, but at some point you stopped for a moment and realize that he had fallen asleep, probably having weeped himself into exhaustion. Even then you didn't stop holding him. You just did your best to position the two of you so you could lay on the couch and let yourself fall asleep. The bed that you were originally about to fall asleep in before he came didn't matter anymore. Tim was far more important than that. Tim is more important than just about everything in your book.

#slenderverse #marble hornets #mh tim #tim wright #slenderverse x reader #marble hornets x reader #mh tim x reader #hurt comfort

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I Caught Your Eye

Relationship: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Adelaide “Honey” Corbin OC

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2,299

Part of the Young Love and Old Money Series

//Chapter 2//

Main Masterlist: Here

Summary: Robert Floyd just wanted a relaxing couple of hours in his treehouse before he had to go back for supper. The cold usually brings things like squirrels and birds into the house. But he didn’t expect to find a girl in there.

February 2nd, 2003

Young Robert Floyd was finally done with his chores for the day. He had just turned ten and he was taking on more responsibility. But he was finally done and allowed a few hours on his own before he had to be inside for supper. So he got on his bike and went to the two lane, dirt road in the front of his family’s property. He looked left. He looked right. Robert eventually decided on going down the left. He knew there was a creek and treehouse nearby, and he loved to go. As he rode his bike down the road, his overalls getting dust and dirt on them, he saw the big houses.

His family lived in a two story home. It was modest and did what it needed to, but they didn’t have much to spare in terms of decoration. Most of the stuff in his house was second hand, or handmade by relatives and friends, or passed down through generations. Even the house was passed down. But these houses were massive. They looked like mansions, with their pristine porches, and big fancy city cars tucked near the house. It was on a large plot of land with the house situated in the middle. Robert kept going though, towards his treehouse near the creek. It was just a minute more before he arrived at the overgrown dirt path he knew so well. His shoes hit the path and he heard the sounds of the woods around him. The chirp from crickets starting to come out to play. Birds starting to wind down for the evening. As he got closer to the treehouse next to the creek he heard more. Splashing of fish. Someone crying. Ducks quacking. Squirrels running around in the trees.

Wait. Someone was crying. Robert heard someone crying nearby. He looked up at his treehouse. Someone was in his treehouse and they were crying. He started the climb up the rickety old ladder to the actual house and almost fell out when he saw what, or rather who, was inside. A pretty girl was in his treehouse. She looked around his age but she didn’t look like him. Her hair was neatly pinned back from her face, the white stockings and fancy shoes she wore were now spotted with dirt. Her beautiful dress was in a very similar state. But she hid her face in her hands as she sobbed.

“‘Scuse me.” Robert spoke. Sure he could’ve thought of something better, but he would reflect on that later in life. The little girl was spooked at the bespectacled Robert in front of her. He had dark blond hair that almost looked brown. His overalls were stained with dirt and his hands had some under his finger nails. But the pretty baby blue eyes that she saw startled her. She moved back to the corner as the boy fumbled on the ladder. Once he had recovered, he poked his head up and peered into the treehouse again. She was looking straight to where he was on the ladder and both stopped for a moment.

“Can I come in?” He asked quietly, hopefully not spooking the girl any further.

“I didn’t know any one else would come here. I can leave. I’m really sorry ‘bout that.” She said quickly, moving to stand and leave.

“No!” He spoke quickly and a little too loudly. She was shocked at the volume but sat back down anyways. Her hand motioned him to get into the treehouse with her. Robert finished climbing up the ladder and came to sit on the opposite side of the treehouse from the mysterious girl. As he sat down, he felt her eyes on him, watching his every move. He took his glasses off and wiped them on the cloth he always kept in the front pocket of his overalls. Robert put his glasses back on and took in the girl in front of him.

Her eyes were puffy, and her face was red, but she looked gorgeous to him. Her eyes were a vibrant green, that looked stunning against the brown hair on her head. Her shoes were scuffed, and her stocking had tiny rips in them. But over all, she looked pretty.

“Those are some fancy clothes you got on.” Robert pointed to her attire that wasn’t suited for this area.

“It’s whatever the nanny decided to put me in,” she started to notice all the spots of dirt, and the scrapes and holes in her outfit, ”she gone kill me when she sees it.” Her voice was upset, and raw from the crying.

“What are you doin’ out this way anyways?” She asked Robert, with her eyes trained on him. She reminded him of detective in a comic book, trying to find the clues.

“Well I finished my chores so I figured I would come out here. Didn’t expect to find a pretty girl in here. But as long as I’m home in time for supper, and I’m safe, my momma and daddy don’t really care where I go.” He spoke so honestly and freely that she was getting a little jealous.

“What’re you doin’ out here? You look like you belong in the city, not out here in the dirt.” Robert was curious about her.

“Well, I kinda ran away from home. I live just up the way so I ran here. I just wanted to get away.” She was suddenly reminded of her home and what had happened. Robert looked down as she did as well.

“Well, that don’t sound to good,” she shook her head agreeing with him, “I’m Robert Floyd by the way.”

“I’m Adelaide Corbin. Nice t’ meet ya.” She stuck out her hand and they shook. Robert’s eyes lit up with recognition at her name.

“Wait Corbin? As in Corbin Farms?” Adelaide looked down sheepishly. She was afraid that her last name was going to ruin a friendship before it even started.

“My family does business with them. They buy livestock and crops we grow.” She looked up surprised.

“Oh really? Wow. That’s really cool. I was kinda scared for a second when you recognized my name. People usually get bent out of shape over it.” The young girl chuckled but relaxed in her posture. Her legs were no longer tucked up against her, but stretched out in front. Her hands resting comfortably in her lap.

“Really? That’s a weird thing t’ focus on. I mean, I only know it cause my family does business with ‘em.” Robert shrugged his shoulders, but Adelaide still stared skeptically at him.

“Yeah. Usually when people hear my last name round these parts they…” she trailed off and chuckled humorlessly, “you don’t wanna hear about my problems. I mean we just met.” She looked out the window of the treehouse to the setting sun. In all honesty, if she kept looking at the boy, she might not ever stop. Robert turned his body towards the girl in the house.

“If it would make you feel better, you should talk about it. May not be able to give you advice, but I can give you ears to listen.” He said, placing his chin in his hands. His elbows were on his knees and he looked ready for a story. Adelaide took a deep breath in and out.

“Well, usually, when kids hear my last name they automatically wanna be best friends with me. They think that if they are, then I’ll give them money and expensive things and they’ll be able to be in luxury with me. Makes it kinda difficult to know who actually wants to be my friend for me or my family.” She finished, her posture was curled in and she didn’t raise her head. Robert thought about his next words carefully because he didn’t want to scare the girl off.

“For what it’s worth, I wanna be your friend for you an’ not your family.” Adelaide looked Robert in the eyes this time. He looked sincere about what he said. She had to quickly figure out who was sincere about words and who wasn’t with her family.

“Really? You wanna be friends?” Robert looked down sheepishly with a small smile.

“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck that was suddenly very hot, “yeah I do. So friends?” He stuck out his hand for her to shake. Adelaide smiled and placed her hands in his.

“Friends.” She repeated. They pulled back with big smiles on their faces.

“Well since were friends, can I give you a nickname? Adelaide is a mouthful to say every time.” He joked causing said girl to smile.

“Only if I can give you one.” They agreed and sat together in silence for a few minutes.

“Robby. Or Bobby. I think those suit you much better than ‘Robert.” He smiled at the names. She made the mundane name of “Robert” sound beautiful.

“I like ‘em. Now for you,” he looked at her, and she started to become shy by the attention. “Honey.”

“Honey?” She was confused. But Bobby only nodded his head with a satisfied look on his face.

“Honey. Cause you’re sweet like it.” Adelaide felt a blush rise to her cheeks at his words. Robert smiled at that.

“Well, Robby,” he liked his new name, “wanna play twenty questions? You can go first.” Adelaide asked her new friend.

“Uh sure. Umm… favorite color?” He asked timidly.

“Orange. When’s your birthday?” She shot back.

“Oh gettin’ straight into the deep stuff,” Bobby chuckled. “It was just a couple days ago on the 29th.” Adelaide paused.

“Wait, wha year were you born?” She leaned closer to the boy, excitedly.

“Uh. 1993?” He said, almost like she was testing him. Her smile was massive when he told her, but Bobby was just confused.

“Get outta town! That’s my birthday!” Bobby now matched her excited energy.

“Really?!”

“Really!!” After that, the two continued their game, but went well beyond twenty questions. They were so wrapped up in their game, and telling each other everything that they didn’t notice the rapidly setting sun outside the little world hey had made for themselves. The louder chirping of crickets alerted the children of just how late it was. When Adelaide looked outside the window and saw the almost gone sun, she gasped which startled Robert.

“Oh Lord have mercy,” she exclaimed, “I’ve gotta get home. My folks are gonna kill me if I’m home after dark.” The young girl started to make her way towards the entrance of the treehouse. Robert finally caught up once she was halfway down the ladder, and he started to climb down after her.

“Hey!” The boy shouted. She was already starting to walk down the path that he too had taken.

“Hey! Honey, wait up! Please!” He started running once he was off the ladder. In just a few paces, he caught up to the girl and placed his hand on her shoulder. She finally stopped and turned to the boy she had spent the afternoon with. He caught his breath before he spoke up.

“Umm… I-I-I was wonderin’ if you maybe,” he paused, “wanna hang out again soon?” His hand came up to his neck that all the sudden felt hot with embarrassment. He looked down at his dirty boots, afraid of what her face looked like. Robert really liked her. He didn’t want it to end, but maybe she only thought that he was good for the evening. He felt her hand on his shoulder and he looked up. Adelaide held a soft smile and kind eyes as she looked at him. Robert felt his worries slip away while she looked at him.

“I’d love to Robby. Wanna sneak out this weekend? Same spot? Maybe earlier in the afternoon that way we have more time?” She wondered. Robert nodded enthusiastically at her suggestion.

“Yes. I’d love to. See ya ‘round noon or so?” He offered.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” She said softly, and the two continued down the path. Robert and Adelaide found themselves in a comfortable conversation full of jokes and laughter. Playful shoves and gentle punches. He found his bike at the top of the path, and walked it as they continued towards the houses. As they came across the last big house before they turned into Robert’s area, Adelaide stopped. He stopped too. She looked down shyly at her shoes as they stood near the driveway of the mansion.

“Well. This is me.” Robert was in awe of her house. The stairs leading up to the house looked pristine and not covered in dirt. The lights were on in the house and he saw the sheer number of cars on the property. She looked towards her home and back at her new friend.

“I really enjoyed today Robby. That was the most fun I’ve had in a while.” She admitted. She leaned in towards Robert that was now looking at her curious and a little scared. He had never been this close to a girl before. She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and walked towards the expansive home. Before she got to far, she called back to the stunned boy.

“Thanks for walkin’ me home Robby! I’ll see ya soon!” She turned away before she could see the small wave that Robert had sent her way. He continued home in a daze. Had she really done that? Or was that just his imagination? The walk home seemed shorter now that his mind was preoccupied with Adelaide. Was she actually going to meet him there on Saturday? There were too many questions running through his head. But one thing is for certain:

He was never going to be the same after meeting her.

#rebelliousstories #writing #top gun #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagine #bob floyd #bob floyd imagine #robert bob floyd imagine #robert floyd #robert floyd imagine #bob floyd x oc #robert bob floyd #young love and old money

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ringchollyandfriends · 2 months

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Things I love about Elliot, Bean and Nelly: I know I've already written 10 versions of this, but why not.

- Bean and Nelly are the easiest beings to live with. Some pets here and there, food, a place to sleep and they're good.

- Bean and Elliot both travel really well. They love car rides and they're happy to be wherever we go. Bean ran to the couch the second we got to an Airbnb in an unkown city and was at home from the start.

- Bean and Elliot love each other. They somehow fell in love since day one.

- Bean, Nelly and Chico coexist seemlessly.

- Elliot is so friendly. Eck, we're struggling with some barrier frustration because he wants to greet everybody. Which is a bit stressful because strangers don't know he's friendly, but it's so nice that any time someone asks if they can pet him, I know he'll think it's the best thing ever. I'm also able to leave him with anyone— petsitters, friends, etc.— and he's good, he just wants to be with somebody.

- Elliot also loves children. I know that children can be a lot for dogs, but it's always been extremely important for me to have a dog that kids can safely be kids around and I finally have that. He *loves* meeting kids. Bean and Chico can walk past kids without issues, but I need to be very mindful. Elliot? They're all his best friends.

- All three are so good at adapting to my chronic fatigue. They all have their limits, which is only fair, but I'm thankful for how tolerant they are.

- They're not loud often. Dogs are dogs, but with 20+ dogs at work barking, I'm glad the pets I live with are naturally quiet. They're allowed to bark, they just rarely do.

- They're all food motivated. I love pets that will eat whatever is offered to them. Except Nelly, who thinks it's an offense to her core, they all easily take meds.

- Elliot loves water. I love water, swimming, etc. and it makes me happy to have a dog that shares that.

- None of the pets I live with are scared of thunder, rain, etc. This is huge to me. I am very scared of that kind of weather and living with a pet that feels the same way gives me panic attacks. I'm very thankful that none of them are bothered.

- Elliot is environmentally stable. He will get spooked, rarely, but basically nothing scares him. He recovers quickly from anything. I can bring him anywhere with me. I only do pet friendly stores because he still marks, but I already know he'd do great anywhere.

- Elliot loves the vet. I wasn't expecting that, but it's a great bonus. There's people there, he's happy. I'm sure he's not a fan of vaccines (I'm not with him, I'm at risk of fainting seeing needles) but he always loves going to the vet. He gets very excited when we pull into the parking lot.

#good things of today

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zmwrites · 10 months

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Hi there buddy, my name is Athena. I'm coming to say hi, see how you're doing and this is a chance to ramble about your wips. Have any of your wips been influenced/inspired by podcasts or any other media?

hello Athena!! you keep spooking me with your url changes, and i end up looking like caveman spongebob trying to figure out who’s sending me asks

many of my wips have been inspired by media i’ve consumed! not podcasts, as i don’t listen to podcasts (i have tried but my brand of adhd makes me tune them out if i’m not sitting still and consciously listening to them), but from just about everything else!!

recently i was inspired to start two new wips by media. they’re both still at the “vague idea” stage but i’m hoping to develop them more.

1 - nightwood wip (which i keep trying to call the nightwell wip so i’ll probably rename it). inspired by my marathons of lockwood & co, the law according to lidia poet, and the night agent. (i 100% just smashed two of the inspiring titles together for the temporary wip name and i’m not even sorry.)

this one’s about a disaster twentysomething working as a barista by day and a bartender by night who is thrown into the world of demon hunting and shadowy government agencies when her brother is kidnapped and she’s the only witness. features a shitty dead dad whose misogyny is still fucking over his daughter, a woman willing to go to the end of the world (and beyond) to save her brother, a golden retriever-coded man trying to keep her alive while unraveling a web of corruption, secretive quasi-government agencies, and some fun demon fighting gadgets.

2 - plane crash wip. i don’t even have a better temporary title for it than that. this one came about bc i watched a few minutes of a horror movie on facebook (called flight 7500). i then went on a research deep dive into the flight it was based on (helios airways flight 522) and then other depressurization incidents, then other plane crashes caused by mechanical failures, then plane crashes caused by pilot error…. it was a real spiral. smash that fixation together with the ads for the new season of departure (never watched the show but i want to), leftover love for the night agent, and being reminded of my love for fringe, and i ended up with a new story concept!

it centres around a woman (currently a journalist, but this might change) who’s first on scene after a passenger jet crashes. air traffic control lost contact with the plane and it’s assumed to be a depressurization incident, but as she’s searching for survivors she realizes something is off—there’s no survivors, because there’s no bodies. a (suspicious) fire erupts during the investigation, destroying most of the evidence before it can be collected, and officials are quick to announce that it burned so hot that recovering bodies won’t be possible. our leading lady digs for answers—where did the passengers go? why is the government so quick to cover it up?—and quickly finds herself digging into secrets that were meant to stay buried.

as you can tell, i’m in my government conspiracy/cover-up story era 😌 i don’t have much experience writing contemporary or thriller-type things, so we’ll see how this goes!!

thank you for the ask and for the opportunity to ramble!!

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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I need a fic now based off of when Félix stopped having sex with Pepa and went to go spend time with Dolores. I need to know how that interaction went down lol

Case you guys don't know the context;

With that, let's do it, because its FUNNY.

"That's it mami, such a good fucking girl for me."

Félix fucking loved his wife. They went from having a snack of milk and cookies, to him absolutely plowing that pussy right into her bed. He had no idea what she did to get him here, but damn he wasn't complaining. Not when she laid there, hair sprawled all over the pillows, legs over his shoulders and nails digging into the sheets below.

"Good enough for papi to stuff me full of cum? Mami needs it~"

Félix chuckled against her pretty little ear, taking just the smallest nibble out of it.

"What, so you can have another baby? Is that what you want? mami codiciosa~"

They shared another kiss. Another, another, his tongue tasting her lust tasted spit. She was all grins as she nipped at his bottom lip, and damn did that make his cock twitch inside of her.

"Yeah, I am greedy. You gave me a beautiful baby. I want more. I want to be SO fucking full and pregnant. I want a baby just as great as Dolores. I love her."

"Dios, I love her too. She's beautiful, she's kind, she LOVES her music practice with her papi-"

"Papi needs to knock me up NOW if he keeps going on about how much he loves his family."

He couldn't helo but laugh as he dug his fingers into his hair, giving it just a good enough of a pull to remind her WHO was doing the fucking here.

"Ay, watch that pretty mouth, I might just give you what you want. I'm so happy we can squeeze this in before four."

"Félix, that clock is an hour off."

Wait. Wait, that was right. Their room clock was always off by an hour, and his ass kept forgetting to fix it. That meant he didn't have an hour till practice. He had two minutes.

"HOLY SHIT, IMMA BE LATE-"

He immediately got off of her, quickly putting his pants back on. Pepa stared at him in disbelief, thunder crackling over her own head.

"W-Félix! You were KINDA in the middle of something! You can be a minute late-"

"And make her think I'm unreliable? NO. A man makes a promise to a woman, he KEEPS it."

He scrambled to find his belt, before finding it on the floor and putting it on. He quickly grabbed his tiple from the corner, and ran out of the room, ignoring whatever Pepa was yelling about. He'd make it up to her later, but he'd be CRUSHED if he missed this valuable father and daughter time. He busted through the door just in time, accidentally spooking his daughter, who was up on her stage and waiting for him.

"Papi? Did you. RUN here?"

"Y-yes. I booked it. I didn't...want to keep you waiting. It's rude of a man to keep ANY little lady waiting."

He took a deep breath to recover, before his daughter cocked her head at him.

"What happened to your shirt?"

Félix looked down at himself. No shirt. That was when he kinda figured out what Pepa was yelling at him about. The fact that she was wearing his shirt still. He kind of just assumed she was cussing him out for keeping them both hanging. Though it was probably both. He fumbled for a bit, not knowing how to explain it, before just making something up.

"Your mami was cold, so I let her borrow it."

"Aw? Like how they do it in the books?"

"Yes, exactly. Now, you ready to play?"

"Mhmm!"

Now you might think Félix was ocerreacting. Dolores probably wouldn't care about him being five minutes late, and he most definitely could've finished himself and Pepa pretty quickly. But as he sat there next to her, watching her little fingers pluck the strings and listening to her soft little voice, he couldn't bare the thought of her thinking she was second rate to anything. Dolores was his top priority, and he wanted her to know that. Because he knew, one day, a man would come into her life, and try to do the exact same.

He wanted Dolores to know what to look for in said man. If they didn't care about her like he did, they didn't matter. As he joined her in the song, ever so sweetly, he hated to think about the day where she'd be grown enough to need the comfort of another man. She was growing fast too, she'd be walking down the aisle before he knew it. But for now, she was his baby, small, and all his.

Even if it meant he'd have a weather storm waiting for him after this.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #lemon #don't worry pepa got her nut afterwards #she couldn't really be mad because thats such a sweet reason to bail in the middle of a good fucking #Félix is just the classic 'anything for his princess' dad

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shadow-and-purgatory · 1 year

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Wrong Shade Ch. 8

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The boy is gone.

The older man had only been gone a short amount of time, less than half an hour, he’d been fairly quick tonight, and yet, as he returns to the campsite, silent, the boy’s bedroll is empty. The scarred Hero feels a stab of panic.

Had they been found by the other heroes? Had the ranch hand gotten wise to his true intentions and left? Had he somehow recovered his memories? Any one of those options would be a disaster scenario. He still needs the boy, the plan isn’t done yet.

The hero is slightly soothed by the sight of the boy’s bag. He wouldn’t voluntarily leave without his bag, and he finds it unlikely that the boy’s brothers-in-arms would have left the bag behind either. But still…

He doesn’t know where the boy could be. And he can’t abide by that. The old man is no longer worried about the younger hero being missing, and it’s not a question of whether or not he can find him. Still, he sighs. He touches his face. “And here I just fixed this. Oh well. I suppose that it just can’t be helped.”

Before he can set out to find the Hero of Twilight, he hears the sound of branches snapping, the clinking of iron on iron, and then a wolf emerges from the darkness, glancing behind it.

It’s the boy.

And an opportunity that he’s been waiting for.

The one-eyed man does not smile. His hand goes to his sword with no intention of attacking the wolf in front of him, or even drawing his blade.

The wolf whines, blue eyes wide. He backs up, and for a moment, the hero thinks he might bolt back into the woods. But after a few seconds, the wolf is enshrouded in a cloud of shadows, and when it clears, the Hero of Twilight stands where the wolf had been.

The boy looks afraid. His wide eyes are fixed on the armored hero’s sword. He holds up his hands quickly, a gesture of surrender. “It’s me, it’s me!” There is a frantic edge to his voice.

Still, the older hero does not smile. Instead, his expression is one of surprise, with a hint of confusion. He moves his hand away from his sword.

“Pup?”

Twilight hadn’t meant for his secret to come out, at least, not like this. He kicks himself internally. He should have transformed back into a Hylian before reaching the campsite. But he’d been so spooked by his earlier encounter that it just hadn’t occurred to him to do so. And then Time had reached for his sword, and Twilight had panicked, and before he could really process it, he was transforming back into a Hylian.

So now he sits next to the campfire, adding twigs and leaves. Time sits across from him, and Twilight is grateful for the fire between the two of them. It feels like a barrier.

He doesn’t look up, but he can feel his mentor’s gaze on him. Hear the questions that haven’t been asked yet. And he wants to answer them, really, he does, but… He prods at the red hot embers a bit more forcefully than is strictly necessary. He’s never had to answer those questions before, for anyone. The only other person who knows is Queen Zelda, and she’d just understood the situation, no explanation necessary on his part.

He wishes that Time would just ask, already. Give him some kind of jumping off point, because he certainly doesn’t know where to begin.

“You’re going to smother it.”

Twilight looks up, blinking in confusion. “Uhh. What?”

“The fire. If you keep going like that, you’re going to smother the fire.” Time points, and Twilight looks down to see that, sure enough, he’s put in so much wood that the small fire is struggling to burn through it.

“Oh. Oh, damn, sorry! Just a second, just a second. I didn’t even notice.” He quickly removes some of the wood from the top, hissing a little bit at the heat. “Sorry,” he apologizes again. He blows on the tips of his fingers. “That’s hot.”

“Well, it is fire,” Time says, smirking a little. “Might be hot.”

“Oh, shut it,” Twilight says with a chuckle, rolling his eyes. Then he remembers the situation that he put himself in, and becomes uncomfortable. He falls silent again.

It’s a heavy silence, not at all pleasant. The only sounds are the noises of the night woods, the popping and crackling of the fire, and the sound of his own heart, which he’s sure is loud enough for Time to hear.

He doesn’t know how long they sit there for. It feels like too long. Twilight is about ready to just get it over with and say something already, but Time beats him to it.

“So. A wolf,” he says.

“Yeah,” Twilight responds flatly.

“And… have you been able to do that this whole time we’ve been traveling together?”

“Yeah.”

“Voluntarily?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh. I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t tell you.”

“Is it some kind of curse?”

This question makes Twilight pause. Is it a curse? Maybe Zant intended for the crystal to be a curse on him, and he certainly saw it as one at first. But now, it’s different. It feels different, at least. “I… dunno.”

Time shrugs. “That’s alright.” He pauses. “You didn’t have to hide it from me.”

You don’t get it. Twilight doesn’t say anything, just stares into the fire.

“I mean it, you–”

“I-I understand,” Twilight cuts him off. It’s not that simple, but he doesn’t know how to say it.

“Alright.”

They sit in silence after that. After a while, Twilight yawns. It’s been… a night.

“Go back to bed,” Time says.

Twilight shakes his head. “I’m–” another yawn, “–I’m fine.”

Time frowns. “Your yawning begs to differ, as do your eye bags.”

“No, no. It’s fine. At this point, I don’t think it’d even be worth it. I’d have to wake up soon anyways.” The ranch-hand rubs his eyes. They’re itchy.

The older hero stands up, and walks over to Twilight. He puts a hand on his shoulder. “You need to sleep. Look, before you say anything else, listen to me. You can sleep late tomorrow.”

“I’ll be fine, Old Man,” Twilight says, trying in vain to shake off his mentor’s hand.

“That wasn’t a question.” Time’s voice brooks no argument.

Twilight sighs, but makes a big show of walking back to his bedroll, taking off his boots, and lying down. “Happy now?”

“Not until you go to sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m goin’, I’m goin’. Don’t get your tunic in a twist about it,” Twilight mumbles, rolling over. His eyes are already falling shut. “...‘Night.”

“Good night, Pup.”

As his consciousness starts to drift off, he can’t help but think that now that Time knows his secret, the silly little nickname feels far more fitting.

And then Twilight is wide awake again, because if Time didn’t know about his transformation before tonight, then where did the oddly apt nickname come from?

That night, Twilight does not go back to sleep.

#wrong shade #hoping to get more chapters done while Im at home #lu #fic ramblimgs #florianfics #lu fic #lu twilight #lu time #linked universe

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works-of-magic · 10 months

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THEY DID IT.

The spooky bastards (affectionate) finally did it!

Okay, you all know I raise Misdreavus, right? The Pokemon that delights in nothing more than scaring people?

Here's the thing: I can work with them because I delight in being scared, and I'm not prone to anxiety. I trust that they won't hurt me, and I recover from shock to laughter really quickly.

I'm also just very hard to scare.

This means my beloved ghosts are constantly working on ways to get a reaction out of me.

Usually it doesn't work; my whole Being Perpetually Calm thing prevents them from spooking me. (And also I can usually sort of sense when they're around, but I can't quantify or justify that. Just good instincts, I guess.) It’s been three years since they successfully startled me.

But today. Today.

It was unusually quiet in the house and I was enjoying that. (Perhaps that should've been my first clue... Oops.) I was working on some correspondences, got up to get water, and when I was walking back, I heard some rustling behind the door. Someone's in the supply room, I figured, so I went to check it out, expecting to find Starpoint or Murky stealing dried berries. I checked everything, yet I couldn't find anything amiss, not a piece out of place.

But I knew I heard something, so I figured, when I'm done I can go back and count everything. Working with ghosts for a living, you can't always trust your eyes to get all the information. That's just my life. And we live in Eterna Forest, okay, all manner of bug types could get in if my prone-to-forgetting butt forgot to shut a door somewhere. I was mentally side-eying it and honestly kinda dreading what I’d have to do if there was an infestation. Bug types abound this time of year.

Remember, this place is DEAD SILENT.

There's a door to my work room, I'm distracted, my mind's going and wondering, it's silent, I don't even notice things very well when I AM focused. But distracted? Not a chance.

I was very much not expecting Figment to be RIGHT THERE when I opened the door. (One of my resident Misdreavus.)

She yelped and I startled deeply, the kind of startle where your whole body jolts up an inch and your eyes go wide and your throat makes a little "Ahhw" noise.

And then she laughed, and Mistress and Trick faded into view and laughed too, and within five seconds I was laughing right along with them.

That little jolt of fear can't have been more than the lightest of light snacks for them, but I think they did it just to prove they could. Mistress especially seems really proud of herself.

They finally got me! And I'm almost more startled by the fact that it was FIGMENT! She's one of my calmest, least mischievous ghosts! Of course, she was working with Mistress (who knows me really well and probably figured out that they could get me if they Distracted me) and Trick (who is my MOST mischievous Misdreavus).

I love them so much, even if they do make it their life goal to bring me fear. But the sound of a Misdreavus laughing? Totally worth every fright they’ve ever given me!

#personal ghost posts #pkmn irl #pokeblogging

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smol-feralgremlin · 1 year

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Mikalian Fisherman's Witchcraft

To those Mikalian readers who felt the reflexive urge to resort to violence upon seeing this title, I apologize. Especially those three who were quick to correct me on my ignorance none too gently when I first wrote my notes. I have only titled this entry in this way because titling it otherwise would confuse most other readers.

Now, let me clear things up for my other readers. This practice is not witchcraft. In fact, calling it so invites contempt at the very least from any Mikalian in hearing range, as they find it offensive and derogatory to refer to their ancient practice as such. It is a mixture of ancient island medicine and prayer.

This practice is intended to keep a sailor from becoming a shonsi, which is a wandering vengeful sea ghost. As I understand it, this is a fate every Mikalian sailor fears. I was not given a lot of information about it beyond this, as my three Mikalian friends were pretty spooked about the subject. I imagine something that spooks even them is something I don't actually wish to know as even my professional curiosity wanes in the face of that.

Now, because of this fear, I'm told every Mikalian ship is equipped with the necessary materials needed. I could not get the exact names of materials outside of general names and terms. A consequence of their particular profession, I'm sure. Either way, onto the actual practice itself.

Firstly the afflicted sailor is wrapped in a sailors shroud. This consists of sail cloth and netting, most often fishnet but I'm told a quick substitute of any available rope is not uncommon. It is common to add trace amounts of sea salt among the cloth, but not usually necessary. I haven't been able to

As the afflicted is wrapped, a low tent is erected. Again, sail cloth is preferred for this, but any heavy material will suffice. Inside, a fire is sparked and laid with a sacred sea grass. Thick smoke fills the tent before it starts filtering out through the edges and seams of the makeshift tent. The wrapped sailor is brought it once the smoke has cleared some to allow for easy breathing for the occupants.

Once inside "life hooks" are painted onto the wrists and throat of the afflicted with an ointment made of a mixture of sea grass ash and fish oil. These life hooks are meant to keep the soul of the afflicted hooked to their physical body. These will be redone as often as deemed necessary. Along with this, saltwater is painted on the face close to the nose so that the afflicted can smell it.

Inside the tent with the afflicted there is always at least one person. This watcher is always the closest to the afflicted, and a family member they are in good standing with is usually best. The watchers job is to not simply watch, but to make prayers to the deities of the sea and wind. I was not told the subject of these prayers, rather I was threatened if I didn't drop the line of questioning I'd have to consider if I'd look as fine with missing teeth. Along with making these prayers a rattle made with shells and twined sea grass is often shaken to keep the afflicted present in the moment so they aren't wandering to planes unknown where they could get lost.

This goes on for as long until the afflicted recovers from what brought them down to being needing the intervention of traditional practices, or the afflicted dies.

Should they live, it's a scrub down in a bath of saltwater and a hearty meal, or three in the case of my Mikalian friend with her near insatiable appetite, and a good uninterrupted sleep.

Should it be death, the sailor is brought to the sea as quickly as possible for their last rites. If everything happened inland, the deceased face will be kept covered with cloths that have been soaked in saltwater so that the soul does not know they are not yet at sea until they can be brought to the sea for the last rites.

I was not allowed to know what these last rites entail. Again, I was threatened if I kept up with the line of questioning.

I think the fact I'm still alive and healthy considering the company I find myself surrounded by is a great achievement.

Gallus Oldegreene

#Defenders of Alcadia #from the journals of Gallus #Mikal #gremlin writing #worldbuilding #writeblr #writers of tumblr

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formsofcontinuity · 2 years

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When the Light Leans Past Our Shadows (Chapter 2)

And it’s only been a little over a week! I’m sitting in a hotel room at 2am and should really get to sleep, but I just had to post this first.

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“Well, don’t you two look lovely together.”

Kara startled at Lena’s voice, the slight jerk of her body causing Vermeer to spook. He sidestepped unexpectedly, a jarring motion at a canter. There was a suspended moment in time where she worried she might fall; Kara’s balance shifted dangerously to one side and the gravity of the sandy arena seemed to pull at her. Luckily, Vermeer recovered his footing quickly, and Kara was able to reseat herself, organizing the reins and straightening her posture, before soothing the horse with a palm on his neck.

Kara brought Vermeer to a halt and then turned his head and her own body in the direction of the voice behind her. Lena, to her credit, looked absolutely mortified. Kara found herself smiling and waving away the other woman’s apology before she even started to issue it.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine, Lena. It’s fine.”

Kara laughed, as she turned Vermeer fully and trotted over to Lena, who was standing at the far end of the arena, her hand over her heart.

“Horses spook. It’s part of the package.”

Lena was shaking her head, flustered. “Well, I know better than to approach a horse from behind like that. I could have been a panther for all he knew.”

Kara drew Vermeer to a stop at the fenceline, and Lena reached out a hand to stroke the horse’s nose in apology. Kara looked down at the heiress, dressed in what she supposed was what Lena considered casual: a tight-fitting pair of maroon pants, low-heeled boots, and a printed blouse. Lena’s hair was up in an elaborate, loose bun, her makeup delicate. She looked breathtakingly beautiful–but Kara quickly shook that thought from her mind before it had a chance to take hold.

She cleared her throat and Lena’s eyes, which had been lingering somewhere around Kara’s legs wrapped snugly around the saddle, snapped up to meet Kara’s gaze. Kara smirked, “You don’t look like a panther to me. I think we’re safe.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time someone mistook me for predatory,” Lena quipped, before seeming to realize what she’d said. She took a step back from the fence, her tone shifting to something more practiced and careful.. “Don’t feel like you have to stop on my account.” She gestured expansively at the arena with one arm. “I just wanted to see how you were settling in, but I can come back later when you’re done, if that’s easier?” Lena started to back away from the arena to leave Kara to her own devices, which was exactly the opposite of what Kara wanted.

Read it on AO3!

#supercorp #fanfic #selfishficsummer22 #i really don't know that i would have started writing this without that challenge #so thank you #horses #kara danvers #lena luthor #summertime au

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blackroseraven · 1 year

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Muck day today.

Got there and horses had already been fed, but they were all inside still. So I just went about putting them out.

Ves snorfled and slurped across half my face and Buff bit me good in the hand and Anti ended up opening both doors for me because neither of them would stop fighting to go first while Moony just hung out in the background.

Horses.

I also nearly got murdered by Kitt, who goes with three other horses - one of whom is Tiny Demon Pony - because she decided she wanted to be on the other side of everyone and bodyshoved through the other horses and wrapped us in her line, which I quickly had to untangle.

Horses. Horrible. Horserible.

Anyway. It was a messy gross day and all the horses were really feeling the temperature change and being idiots. But we got all them out, most of them before Other Teacherlady showed up even, and then I went to mucking.

Lots of cleaning today. And there ended up being no lime. I actually ended up carrying a bag back from the storage shed so I could get started on it while partner finished up and then drove around in the car to get more.

I am impatient. I always need to be moving. Until I’m not and just lay here dead in bed watching the YouTube videos.

Once we were finished, I got Jaeger and brought him in for grooming. Spent a good long time working on him, which was really nice. He’s such a good boy with me and it’s so strange still how like. He’s a pain in the ass to everyone else.

Poor dude could have really done so much for the barn.

Then I got Quattro, and I ended up taking him on a trail ride through the slush. I want him to be capable of handling any weather, which means. Taking him out in aforementioned any weather. He did really well, though: we navigated sludge and slidey-slopes a lot better than I thought, and there was only one moment where he spooked enough I thought I was going off, and that was actually after the trail. Also he didn’t throw me and I recovered quickly so we both caught ourselves and I’m proud of that.

More proud of him, really. He had every chance to murder me on the sloshy ground and he didn’t.

We finished with grooming him and Q. Q was apparently in pretty terrible shape for the farrier on Wednesday: could not put his leg down after lifting it for at least five minutes. That’s not exactly a good sign. So. I just gotta do what I can to care for him and alleviate his pain and discomfort.

Also uh Royal’s owner came over to chat with us a lot. She’s very friendly, although, you know, I’m terrible with people. But you know. Trying.

It was a decent day overall. Made the most of a lot of things where we could. And my partner gave me a braid of Pumpkin’s hair he got from the barn, which. Meant a lot to me.

Little things can matter a lot.

#horse #quattro #q

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murdereraisuha · 2 years

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Chapter 6 part 4 liveblog and summary (episodes 80-89)

The end is finally in sight!

Warning for spoilers and possible mistranslations.

oooooo nice sunrise. I don’t really think about it a lot since it is the background, but I gotta say that I love the art style that twst uses for backgrounds.

After leaving the Isle, Rook and Vil also praise the beauty of the sunrise, and then... Vil bursts into tears. Alright great way to start the day. Okay wow so he isn’t as okay with being an old man as he said before lol. Understandable though.

Spurred on by Vil’s loud wailing, they quickly arrive back at the NRC sports field. Everyone laments their poor ears for a bit before Ruggie and Jack run up to them. Ruggie welcomes Leona back while Jack checks over the whole group. He notes that Vil doesn’t seem to be here, and asks who the old guy in the Pomefiore robes is. Oh no hfdfdlkghldskhg time for more Vil crying. Jack & Ruggie realize what’s going on and express their shock before asking what the hell happened to the group. Instead of answering their questions, Leona says he just wants some food, a shower, and some sleep.

Then Kalim runs in, somehow makes Jamil’s name sound like a pterodactyl screech, and knocks Jamil over while at the same time asking if he’s alright. Jamil tells him to get off of him already, but Kalim continue rambling about how worried he’s been since he heard Jade wondering if the kidnapped students were even still alive. Jade and Floyd then make their entrance, with Jade saying he was just pointing out the possibility and didn’t intend to make anyone worry more. They welcome Azul back, who in turn asks how Mostro Lounge has been doing in his absence. They report that they’ve kept it open, but due to the chaos they’ve had zero customers. Azul is distressed and wants to go there asap. Priorities lmao

Riddle reminds Azul that he should go to the infirmary first and Floyd promptly freaks out at Riddle’s white hair. “Goldfishy’s becoming a white killifish!” fhgsjgsdfhdfl

OKAY BUT THEN AFTER FLOYD’S DONE BEING SURPRSED JADE’S STILL JUST STARING AT HIM WITHOUT SAYIGN A WORD FJSGKKGDSKLJF I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE’S THINKING SO BADLY

And then Trey and Cater run in and join the freak out party. Cater says that Riddle looked like an old man at first glance, and Riddle thanks Azul for his quick judgement keeping him from becoming an old man “too”. Trey and Cater catch the “too”, look around, see the still crying VIl, and freak out even more.

The next members of the welcome committee are Lilia and Malleus who teleport in and congratulate them on coming back safely before Vil’s appearance shocks them. Malleus doubts himself for a moment on how much time has passed since they were kidnapped. Lilia realizes that stepping into the underworld is what caused this, and Rook explains what happened with the underworld. Lilia says that if the monsters of the underworld were set free on the world, even the Briar Valley would have been in trouble, so it’s only right that they should reward these people for their hard work, right Malleus? Malleus sees what Lilia is saying and approaches Vil. He says that he can’t turn back time, but he can share a little magic with him.

Malleus: Schoenheit, blessing to you.

Malleus: ... Now, return to your perfect world!

And with that, old man Vil is gone. He cries out in relief so loudly that it spooks Rook and Epel. As they recover and start laughing together with Vil, Malleus comes to welcome back the player. Ace and Deuce also finally run in for them and Grim. They immediately gets mad at them for being idiots and making Ace & Deuce worry. Grim then teases them for being lonely without him, and Deuce is about to retaliate before noticing Grim is starting to cry. AAAAAAAA YES COME ON GROUP HUG TIME.

Lilia watches them with a smile, but Malleus starts talking to him about how fragile humans seem, since they become old like Vil was after less than a 100 years of life. Lilia replies that it is because their lives end so easily that they can form such strong bonds and history with each other. Malleus ponders what Lilia said before we get a scene change back to Styx.

Idia is tinkering with something. As he inserts something into it, we get a flashback back to him looking at whatever it is that Grim coughed up, which turns out to be a memory card from robot Ortho’s body which contains all of the AI’s memory and program data. Idia worries that Ortho might go on another rampage if he uses the memory card. However, he still decides to put the memory card into an Ortho body. It switches on and begins a start up sequence as Idia watches and anxiously hopes that it’ll work. It finishes successfully and Ortho opens his eyes and asks what happened after Ortho and “him” were sucked into the Underworld together and Idia explains Grim swallowing the memory card.

Ortho realizes what must have happened to “him”, but says he feels some warm sensation around where his memory card and core parts are. Idia worries if something’s wrong, but Ortho says nothing wrong, it just feels like Ortho is “here”. Idia then asks what he should call him from now on, since he doesn’t want the robot to have to pretend to be Ortho anymore. Ortho is confused and asks if Idia doesn’t want a little brother anymore, but Idia explains that as a result of the blot and the Thunder Spear’s attacks, Ortho’s magic circuits have been altered. They’re now immune to any outside interference and so his memory and programming can’t be changed anymore. The only way for them to change is through Ortho’s own heart. Ortho can do whatever he wants now, he’s free.

Ortho thinks about this for a bit, and says that what he wants is to become Idia’s “real little brother”. Even if the neither the blood nor the curse of the Shroud family runs through his body, he still has all of Ortho’s memories and thoughts.

Ortho: I am Ortho, and Ortho is me. Therefore, this is my will, Idia.

Ortho asks if he can still stay with Idia, and Idia replies that Ortho is already his “real little brother.” Then they hug. AWWWWWWWW HGHGLDKFLDSFGDLK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Then Ortho says that even if they weren’t able to change stuff such as the curse, they were still able to play games with friends and take that first important step to change more.

Ortho: Let’s go back together. To Night Raven College.

Ortho: There’s people waiting for you, big bro.

Then Ortho says there’s something he wants to do back at NRC and he whispers his request to Idia. Once he’s finished, Idia snickers and says to leave it to him. Awwwwww this chapter’s ending is so sweet so far I love it

Then we time skip to a few weeks later, oh okay. The front of Ramshackle Dorm is now really cleaned up. Apparently the player and Grim have been staying at Pomefiore while renovations have been going on and Vil was pretty strict on them there, so now Grim’s excited to come back home. Before they can go inside, the Scarabia and Pomefiore boys come to check out Ramshackle with them.

The door area looks... okay? I guess? I don’t remember how it looked before well enough to notice what’s changed lol. The ghosts show up now too and come with them to the lounge. Also I just realized that Malleus didn’t do anything for Riddle, like he was much better off than Vil but still, didn’t he lose some magic/life power too? Eh whatever, if nothing happened I guess he’s fine.

Alright now this looks a lot different! Vil and Jamil talk about how STYX really came through on their promise to fix everything up after it got wrecked in the invasion. Kalim says he would’ve put a fancier chandelier here though fkdslfsdkfsk just rich kid things.

ooooo the room looks a lot fancier now too! However, Vil says that with all the changes to the other rooms, they didn’t actually have time to get to the bedroom, and with the flick of a switch it reverts back to what it was like before. The fancy appearance was just an illusion made by a magical device. Bruh.

Someone rings the doorbell then, so the group goes down to the foyer. It turns out to be Deuce and Ace, who’ve come to congratulate us on the renovations and bring a celebratory tart from Trey + snacks from the school store. Grim goes to dig in, but Crowley suddenly shows up and asks for some. Uh dude WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN

He explains the stuff with STYX was resolved yesterday and then Idia also comes in. The group all move to the lounge, where Crowley complains about what a rough time he’s had. He was called to the national congress building in the Land of Dawning, and along with STYX, important people from the Ministry of Education and the Ministry of Magic also questioned him about why so many overblots were happening at his school. He starts ranting about how he doesn’t know and why he deserves this when he’s been managing this school so diligently. Oh hold up the Ministry of Education is stationing a counselor and a doctor at NRC? Please tell me I’m reading this right and they weren’t already stationed here please give these boys some therapy and competent adults to watch over them.

Anyway, Crowley announces that Idia will be coming back to school. There’s also a new student, and Ortho comes in.

OMG SCHOOL UNIFORM GEAR LET’S GOOOOOO

Ortho is transferring into class 1-C! Everyone immediately descends into loud confusion and shock. Crowley says that Ortho has been allowed to enroll here as the first magic humanoid holding “self-consciousness” in the entire world. AKA, he now has a will and human feelings and stuff.

Also Idia what are you doing other there gdkhglkfsdhlds

Rook congratulates Ortho on this and changes his nickname for him to “Monsieur Wonder (Miracle)”. Crowley talks about how Ortho will serve as great inspiration for those interested in magical engineering in Ignihyde, but right after he starts grumbling about all the trouble STYX has caused for him. Crowley stop complaining and do your job lmao.

Ortho is excited to make friends with the other 1st years, but Idia just begs for them to ignore him. Then, Ortho reminds Idia to give “that” to the player. “That turns out to be a “Wonder Link,” a popular new game console. They also give the player enough points in the download store to buy 10 games as well as some already downloaded games that they recommend. As Ortho and Idia go to set it up, Crowley asks Grim how he’s been since he came back here. Grim says that he feels fine and nothing was found to be wrong with him at the hospital. Then,

Crowley: I’m truly glad that you... no, that you all returned to school safely.

CROWLEY. CROWLEY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. WHY WERE YOU ABOUT TO ONLY SAY “YOU”. Alright this man just became like twice as sus, what the fuck do you know about Grim that we don’t

The fucker makes his escape soon after that so we’re gonna have to wait for chapter 7 to solve that mystery I guess. Instead, it’s video game time. Idia brags about clearing all the hidden stages and secret bosses on hard mode on the games that the gang played back at STYX, so everyone makes him play while they watch him.

awwwwww and we get chibis! this is so cute!!!

I like that it’s a rhythmic instead of an actual gameplay sequence, makes sense since it’s Idia playing this time and it also fits the mood better I think.

Everyone is super amazed by how good at video games Idia is, and Vil specifically is amazed at how fast Idia’s fingers are on the controller. Alright if I ever get isekai’d into twst the first thing I’m doing is forcing Vil to watch me play Project Diva so I can see if I can make him faint, cause if he’s amazed at this chill shooting game then rhythm games are probably gonna blow his fucking mind.

Before the group moves on to playing a racing game together, the brain cell trio get hungry so Jamil offers to get the snacks. Kalim offers to help and Jamil instinctively starts to refuse him, but then he asks Kalim to get the plates and forks. HELL YEAH SCARABIA CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN ACTION LET’S GOOOOOOO

Everyone is having a blast, and Ortho talks to Idia about this being a “going to a friend’s house to play video games together” experience. idia says that this is totally different, since these people aren’t his friends and this isn’t really the player’s house. Ortho challenges him to a racing game to decide who is right. So now it’s racing game time with Idia, Ortho, Epel, Ace, Deuce, and Grim. While they play, Vil talks to Rook about how him rescuing Grim and then Ortho’s memory card being in Grim’s throat feels like a miracle. However, Rook says that its not a miracle. He explains how the diligent Lord of the Underworld surely couldn’t have let living souls into his realm, so Ortho’s memory card, which is basically his soul, couldn’t have stayed down there.

We then cut to night, where Grim is sleeping in the bedroom and the player is reflecting on the fun day they had. They decide to talk to Mickey. Oh yeah oh god this weird side plot. What’s up Mr. Michael Mouse.

Mickey: Ah, Yuu! I can finally see you!

Mickey: We haven’t met up since that night that you went to search for your roommate, so I’ve been worried.

Mickey: Did you find your friend?

*nods head*

Mickey: That’s good~.

Alright great chat, time to go right back to sleep I guess. Oh, nope, we’ve woken Grim up. We try to show him Mickey cause he’s still in the mirror, but it seems like Grim can’t see him.

Mickey: Yuu? Is there anyone beside you in that room?

Mickey: Perhaps, your roommate?

*nods head*

Mickey: It’s always really foggy, so I can’t see anything besides you, but...

Mickey: Perhaps, you can’t see anything besides me either?

Mickey: There’s a moving sofa here, a dog-like ottoman... and a table with a nutcracker on it. Can you see?

*shakes head*

Mickey: Hmm, that’s mysterious. And also too bad.

Mickey: I thought it would be nice if the number of friends I can meet in my dreams went up.

Mickey: ... Ah, that’s right! Speaking of friends...

Mickey: While you were away, I saw someone I didn’t recognize in this dream room.

Mickey: A man with silver hair and strangely colored eyes.

Mickey: He went away already, so I couldn’t get his name...

SILVER???????????? HOLD UP WAIT HOLD ON ALRIGHT I WAS EXPECTING THE MICKEY STUFF TO ONLY HAVE BIG SIGNIFICANCE IN LIKE THE END GAME BUT WHAT IF THE MICKEY STUFF COESM IN IN CHAPTER 7 WITH SILVER. Okay and ev en if it doesn’t still WHAT THE FUCK HOW PLOT RELEVANT IS SILVER GOING OT BE???? I”M. OH MY GOD.

Mickey: That was the first time someone else had come to this room, so I was surprised.

Mickey: You as well, it’d be nice if you could come to this side of the mirror to play.

*ring ring*

Mickey: Ah! This sound... It looks like I have to wake up.

Mickey: Let’s meet... again later... Yuu...

> The other side of the mirror is, a dream world...?

And then it scene changes to Diasomnia. If Silver shows up now and mentions seeing Mickey I’m legit gonna scream. Oh god yeah it’s Lilia and Silver here, don’t do it boy I swear to god.

They discuss the recovery of the campus and Riddle, and Sebek is also here. And Malleus too, and Malleus seems distracted. Lilia asks him what’s going on, but before Malleus can say much Lilia gets a message from his online friend (Idia). Lilia was worried that he had to stop gaming with him because of real life stuff, so he’s relieved Idia’s back and ready to dungeon dive. Lilia, Silver, and Sebek, start talking about Lilia staying up all night, but Malleus stays silent and flashes back to that time in Ramshackle when Lilia said that this might be last time he sees these stars as well as that time when the gang returned from STYX and Lilia talked about the fragility of human life.

Malleus: ... Easily broken like silk thread spun by a spinning wheel...

Lilia: Hm? Malleus, did you say something?

Malleus: ... No.

...

Malleus: It’s nothing.

And on that ominous note I am finally free to delve in all the new fan theories and memes and whatever that I had to avoid due to spoilers. Bye!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst jp #twst spoilers #update screaming

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