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zalktis · 2 months
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had my first t-shot only (precisely) a week ago
to all the gods out there, the horniness that has crept upon me is truley unfathomable and i am a mere deer caught in the headlights of the hormone wizards
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emeraldcreeper · 1 year
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I will accidentally and inadvertently use my fanfiction therapizing the miserable experience within a paper about literally providing therapy to the entirely miserable and hopeless
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angelshimaa · 1 year
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i just need some love :(
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freyyzu · 1 year
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request of an mc flirting with Mammon. Figure they do it while he's upside down which gives him the excuse of oh I'm not blushing that's from being upside down. mc probably pretends to leave before mammon pulls a wait on them.
UPSIDE DOWN FLIRTING
Mammon has gotten himself in trouble again and you've decided to make the best out of his worst situation.
a/n; this is so mean just let the poor boy down askjdh
an alternative ending; here
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RAD has been tiring today. Assignments have been piling up left and right, and whilst you may claim to be able to handle everything without a problem—that was quickly becoming a lie.
All you wanted to do when returning home today was relax in your room with some snacks for a good couple hours before finally tackling all your homework.
Instead, what you find as you're on your way to the kitchen is Mammon once again hanging upside down trying his best to break himself free.
You don't dare ask what it is he's done this time, you're sure it's nothing good, but he'll tell you anyways, don't worry.
So what if he tried to skip out on school today to make a little bit of extra grimm? He was one of the seven rulers of the Devildom! He doesn't have to follow any rules!
"You know, Mammon, I'm pretty sure being one of the seven rulers means you're the ones that have to follow the rules the most."
He huffs defiantly, turning his head away from you. Still, you're used to this.
"You know, maybe Lucifer should string you up more, you're cuter this way."
"Cu—?!" He nearly chokes on his spit, and given the fact that he's hanging by his feet you're sure if he wasn't carefully he actually would. "What part about this is cute t' ya?! I'm suffering here I tell you, sufferin'!"
You give him a sly smile, "you might be, but this is fun for me. I can do this," your fingers go to poke and stretch at his cheeks lightly, pulling up and down in all sorts of directions. "And this," you boop his nose. "And you can't do anything about it."
Your actions earn a very, very loud complaint from him and despite all his insisting that you stop, his reddened cheeks tell you otherwise.
"It's like all my stress is melting away," you chime. "Just look at how red you're getting! My own personal hand warmer."
Mammon shakes in his restraints, "argh! If you're not gonna help me down then shoo!"
You blink at him once, and then smile, letting go without a fight. "Alright."
You've barely taken a step backwards when he shouts at you again to hold up. "You're seriously gonna go? Just like that?"
"You told me to."
"W-well, yeah—" You were definitely having too much fun with this. Still, you're sure no one could blame you, it was just a little bit of fun! (Mammon disagrees). "Well before ya leave let me down!"
"I already told you, no can do. Lucifer would yell at me next if I did." He grumbles out incoherent murmurs, no doubt denying that Lucifer would ever yell at you of all people. "Buuut, maybe if you tell me how much you love me I'll pretend I 'didn't see you escape'?"
"You demon!"
"The best one yet!" You huff proudly, putting your hands on your hips. "So, what'll it be?"
You're just about wondering how red on the colorwheel his face can go before a soft mumble parts through his lips. "... 'ya."
"Hm...?" You lean in closer, noses almost touching. "I couldn't hear you."
His voice raises in volume for just a bit, "I said...!" Then once again reverts back to just barely a whisper. "I said, that I love you, alright?! Now let me down already I've had enough of this!"
"Hehe, now was that so hard?" He doesn't answer, but the glare he's giving you is a resounding 'Yes!'.
Within just a couple seconds you've managed to get him down from his restraints and he runs away without so much as a 'thank you' the moment his feet touch the ground. And then within the next hour you're standing in front of Lucifer's desk trying to talk your way out of a three hour scholding session.
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greaserink · 2 months
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i can't draw my own boy i am SUFFERIN'
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resurrection-of-soul · 2 months
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Flashback | BIOHAZARD 5
Writer: Akira (日日日)
Characters: Rei, Koga, Kaoru, Adonis
Koga: Quit messin' around, "Vampire Bastard~!" The hell d'ya mean, pajama party, huh? Rei: My, what a nostalgic form of address. It has been quite a while since I last referred to you as "Puppy," did you miss it terribly?
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Time: That night.
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Location: The accommodations provided at the AIIE Experimental Facility.
Rei: Yaaay, it's a sleepover with everyone from UNDEAD~ ♪ Fufu. We would have had a magnificent opportunity to host a pajama party during the SS preliminaries, but alas, Kaoru-kun was torn from our midst and cast into the desert. He alone had to suffer undue hardship. I am elated that the four of us can now enjoy a slumber party toge- woah?!
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Koga: ......
Rei: Koga? It is impolite to suddenly throw steamed buns at people, yes? Or do you mean to say you wish to play ball with these?
Koga: Quit messin' around, "Vampire Bastard~!" The hell d'ya mean, pajama party, huh?
Rei: My, what a nostalgic form of address. It has been quite a while since I last referred to you as "Puppy," did you miss it terribly?
Koga: It ain't meant to be nostalgic! I'm insultin' ya, you asshole!
Rei: I would truthfully be quite troubled if thou were to abruptly begin disparaging me, so kindly refrain from venting thy frustrations on me. All four of us agreed to participate in this experiment together. What merit is there in complaining about the matter at this juncture?
Koga: I didn't agree to shit! We were basically coerced into it. If we'd refused to be used as guinea pigs, then those innocent Ra*bits would've gotten dragged in instead. Rather than havin' to sit around worryin' over whether someone out there is sufferin' some unknown fate cause a' me, it's way better for my mental health if I just run into the flames myself. Don't forget, I'm not actually on board with this shit at all.
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Kaoru: Ah ha ha. This whole experiment thing is definitely a bit shady and off-putting, but don't you think it also sounds kind of interesting? When you hear about "AI Idols" and stuff — it really makes it feel like science has come as far as it can, doesn't it? Like those old sci-fi movies!
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Kaoru: If this really had just been a movie— no, even if it had just had nothing to do with me personally, I might have really enjoyed hearing about it.
Adonis: Though I also find this all slightly uncomfortable, I do think it is interesting from a science and technology standpoint. The future which people envisioned when they came up with things like V*caloid and AI art programs is now unfolding before our eyes. When people in the past dreamed of the future for sci-fi stories, this is the world they imagined. For better or for worse, it's like living in a dream. It makes my heart pound.
Kaoru: Ahaha. It's like, totally a boy's romance, isn't it? I don't dislike that kind of thing. After all, I'm the son of a scholar who reached out to the sea in search of romance and mystery.
Adonis: I also do not dislike the idea of venturing out into the unknown.
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Rei: Realistically speaking, had we spurned this request, there existed the possibility that our agency would have given up on us. Rhythm Link adheres rather strictly to the dictates of the corporate hierarchy, after all. To not be thrown by the wayside, our participation 'twas a necessary evil. Moreover, should the project prove triumphant, the prospect of substantial reward awaits us. Simply put, we stand to profit. 'Tis true that we still boast a surplus of funds, having garnered quite a considerable sum during SS, so the monetary reward is not so alluring. Yet, if the "artificial idol" experiment is successfully realized and publicized, the spotlight will fall on us as its primary test subjects. Such a scenario would prove quite advantageous for us, yes?
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Koga: None a' that has a~anythin' to do with the real problem. They're just tryin' t'buy time cause they dunno how to deal with us. We'd better not end up lookin' like idiots who wasted all our time on this wild goose chase.
Rei: A most salient point. As Koga says, let us all carefully consider how we might solve our fundamental problem. Fortunately, we have plenty of time available to do so.
Kaoru: Yeah… I felt a bit nervous since they called it an experiment, but we, like, basically just have to spend the night here, right?
Rei: Indeed. We have been supplied medicine capable of inducing sleep for around half a day. During that time, data shall be collected through the devices affixed to our heads. While not sleeping, we are permitted to engage in exercise to prevent our bodies from suffering physical deterioration, as well as eat to maintain our vigor. We four shall live together harmoniously. The experiment shall last for approximately one week's time. For the duration of the testing period, all other engagements hath been prohibited to us, for extraneous stimuli may taint the data. Thus, our smartphones and other such devices have been seized, and we shall remain isolated from the outside world.
Kaoru: Kinda feels like we're hospital inpatients, or maybe prisoners… Oh well, it's an easy job where all we have to do is slack off.
Rei: Mm. There would be no harm in taking this chance to relax. 'Tis not a complete waste of time, as we shall receive our due pay regardless of whether the experiment succeeds or fails. Fortunately, the environment we are to live in is far preferable to that of a hospital or prison. Look here, we have been provided with cards and board games to while away the time. Until the time comes for us to work— Or rather, before we must answer sleep's call, let us play together.
Koga: Ain't you actin' waaaay too chill about this?
Rei: 'Tis good if you see it thus. As a child, I always behaved unnervingly like an adult. Thus I lacked experiences such as this, wherein one might have a sleepover with their peers. And so… Though the future remains uncertain, in this moment, I can confidently state that I am utterly delighted ♪
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She ain't done yet, buy boy is she sufferin'.
(And I am too trying to finish this piece.)
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zenaquaria · 2 years
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“You’re okay. You’re alright. I’ll stay here through the darkest night~ All the way, I will fight with you~”
The song was an afterthought but it fit so good for the lil cinnamon roll of an Owlin comforting her enormous werewolf friend. Somebody tried to attack Spooks and caught the deadly end of @bluebrush09arts‘s boy Cederic’s protective instinct. Goodest boi sufferin’ a little panic afterward though; he don’t wanna give in to the beast inside. Good thing he got Spooks~
Him head as big as her whole lil body! <3
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aftermathfanfic · 1 year
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Part 3, Chapter 4
It took around an hour for the adults to explain each of the adventures on the table. First, there was Donald and Daisy’s adventure, which turned out to be an expedition into a medieval tomb, said to contain a silver idol of a long-forgotten deity. It certainly sounded like an adventure the boys and Webby had been on almost a hundred times, but the twins listened enraptured regardless.
Della’s adventure was also quite straightforward, at least in concept. Buried underneath an ancient Spartan city was a vault, within which dwelled a powerful immortal warrior. Supposedly, whoever bested him would be showered with praises worth of a deity, possibly even granted superhuman powers. Though Della did her best to sell it, only Dewey and Webby seemed interested in it.
Then came Mrs Beakley’s adventure, though a more apt term for it was ‘training course’. It was described as a gruelling test of endurance, strength and reflexes, overseen by a hidden society of warrior women. Those who passed were granted an honorary belt of iron and gold, said to magically improve one’s physical abilities. Though June and the boys seemed wary of this adventure, May and Webby both wore expressions that could only be described as ‘wildly enthusiastic’.
Finally, there was Scrooge’s adventure. A grand, three-part expedition that started in the mountains of Spain and ended in the streets of Morocco, all in the name of solving an ancient puzzle that led to a long-forgotten treasure. It was a complicated adventure, and while the veteran treasure hunters were intrigued, the twins seemed to take a minute to really get it.
Once each adventure had been explained, the kids were left to their own devices to decide which one sounded the most interesting to them. They weren’t expected to come to a decision tonight, but they were encouraged to ask questions and clarify on points in each adventure. The family talked long into the evening, retiring to bed only when their questions had all been satisfied.
As Webby was making her way back up to her room through the halls, she heard Scrooge’s voice from behind, “Lass, wait.”
Webby turned around. “Hm?”
“I just wanted to talk to you about earlier…” Scrooge said, approaching her. “I didn’t mean to put you down, but…”
“No, it’s okay.” Webby told him with an awkward smile. “I just… it’s okay. I mean, it’s just a scroll, and like you said, the caves are… like, too dangerous. It’s fine.”
Scrooge looked at her sympathetically. “…I know I hurt you, Webby.” He told her.
Webby’s smile flickered.
“When I travelled with the other team, it… it was selfish of me.” Scrooge explained. “I did it without you kids, and I did it while Louie was still sufferin’. It was wrong of me, Webby.”
Webby looked away, gripping her arm. “…I… I know.” She replied quietly.
Scrooge put a hand on her shoulder, telling her kindly, “Let’s not focus on trying to fix the past and try to make the future better, alright?”
Webby didn’t say anything for a moment. She looked up at Scrooge silently, then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. “…Thanks, Dad.” She murmured.
Scrooge returned the hug silently.
After a few seconds, they let each other go, with Scrooge clapping Webby on the shoulder and saying gently, “I’ll let you get to bed. You look tired.”
“Yeah.” Webby said with a short laugh. “Thanks. Goodnight.”
“G’night, lass.”
Webby continued on her way to her room, entering the small library and climbing up the ladder to her bedroom. She walked over to her bed, still messy and unmade, with her phone sitting atop her side table with a cable connecting it to a nearby power socket. As she reached under her pillow for her pyjamas, she turned on her phone, checking for any messages before going to bed.
She froze when she saw a text message icon on her home screen, with the name ‘Britannia’ beside it.
Webby hesitated, staring at the icon apprehensively. Then, she unlocked the phone and brought up the message on the screen.
hey, Pink. can we talk after school tomorrow?
Webby stared at the message for a second, taking a deep breath before typing out and sending her reply.
sure
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Huey’s bedroom wasn’t so much a bedroom as it was a workshop that had been converted into a bedroom. The room was dominated by what had once been a grand dining table, but was now sectioned off into different workstations, each dedicated to a different craft. One section had piles of schoolbooks and study guides, as well as college-ruled notebooks and a jar full of stationary. The section next to it had a few rudimentary woodshop tools, though there was nothing that would generate clouds of sawdust. The final section was covered by a soldering mat, with boxes full of circuit boards, wires, and other equipment for messing with electronics. Everything was labelled, stored and sorted in an orderly, fastidious manner.
In the corner of the room, almost as an afterthought, was a bed and a wardrobe. A bedside table sat between both, on which was a laptop, a lamp, and a digital alarm clock that read ‘5:58’. Huey laid on his side, facing the alarm clock. He was awake, and had been for a few minutes, but he wasn’t fully alert yet. His head was slightly groggy, the result of an uneasy sleep filled with troubled dreams and memories.
…June lashed out, jabbing the dagger into the mercenary’s side…
If she dies now, it’s because you failed to act. I know you can’t let that happen, because she’s your family…
…And family sticks up for each other, no matter what.
The moment it hit six o’clock, the device started beeping. Huey’s hand shot out of the covers to clamp down on the snooze button, then he pushed himself up and out of bed to get ready.
As if acting to a well-rehearsed script, Huey quickly got out of bed, stretched, and started packing his bag. He didn’t even need to consult his timetable – he’d memorised it, and he knew exactly what subjects he had today. Four notebooks, labelled ‘Home Economics’, ‘Physics’, ‘Woodshop’ and ‘English’, swiftly disappeared into his bag. Then, he took the laptop beside his bed and put it on the electronics section of his workspace, opening it and turning it on. Once the computer was on, he opened up a note-taking app and navigated to a file with the title ‘Tasks for this week’.
The file opened up to reveal seven dot points, with the one at the top reading ‘Physics Homework – finish by Monday’.
“…Ah.” Huey muttered to himself.
He stared at the dot point for a couple more moments. Then, he reached into his backpack and pulled out his physics notebook, flipping to his most recent homework page. He frowned as he realised that he hadn’t gotten far, barely even halfway. He did some quick calculations in his head, knowing that it was Thursday and he had, at best, five days including today to finish it. If he sacrificed the whole weekend to adventuring…
It was doable. It would be tight, but it was doable.
Still… it made him hesitate.
All six of the kids ate breakfast around the dining table, plates of pancakes before them and the maps and adventure plans pushed haphazardly to the end. Even Louie, who usually stayed in bed until the last minute, had joined them, though he looked noticeably more tired than the others. Huey ate in silence, listening to the others discuss the adventures they’d looked over the other night, a notebook beside him containing handwritten calculations on how much time he’d need to complete the assignment on time.
“…I’m just saying that it’s probably not just honour, or whatever.” Dewey was saying. “Like, maybe you get like, a cool title or superpowers or something. Hey,” He leaned forward excitedly as an idea occurred to him. “You could get like, a magic sword from him!”
“I’m hearing a lot of ‘coulds’ and ‘maybes’ here, Dewford.” Louie told him flatly.
“Come on, it’s for the experience of it! The thrill!”
“I need material wealth, dude. It’s the only way I can justify the risk to myself.”
“I think I agree. I don’t think my ego is worth risking my life for.” May said through a beakful of pancakes.
“Then why did you vote for Mrs Beakley’s trip?” June asked.
“That’s different. I get a belt that makes me stronger at the end of it.” She leant over towards Webby, sitting beside her. “Anything that makes us better fighters is well worth it, isn’t it Webby?
“Yeah, sure.” Webby said absentmindedly, picking at her food.
May chewed her food slowly, cocking her head to the side. “…Did you… hear what I said?”
“Uh… not really.” Webby admitted.
“Are you okay?” June asked concernedly.
Webby poked her fork into her pancakes a couple of times, entertaining the thought of eating them but not committing to it. “…I’m meeting up with Lena after school.” She said.
“…Oh.” June replied after a moment of uncertain silence.
“Yeah.” Webby muttered, trying to ignore the sudden attention on her. “I think she wants to talk about… you know. What happened.” She leant forward on the table, sighing, “I’m… not exactly looking forward to it.”
“Do you… want us to go with you, or…?” Huey asked warily.
“I don’t know. Part of me thinks it’s best if it’s just me and her… and the other…” She trailed off.
May swallowed her food, then told her, “Well, if you want some… I dunno, emotional support or something, just ask. We’ll be happy to come along.”
“Thanks.” Webby replied, smiling gratefully. She started to dig into her pancakes properly, saying, “I think we just need to… sort things out. Then it’ll go back to normal.”
“Yeah, she won’t hold it against you.” Dewey told her confidently. “Knowing her, she’s feeling just as awkward about it as you are. You’ll be fine.”
“Thanks, Dewey.”
Dewey chewed absentmindedly for a moment, then leant over to look at Huey’s notes. “What’s this?” He asked, his voice mixed with the mashing of pancake, and Huey winced.
“It’s nothing.” Huey muttered, flicking off a few crumbs from the notepad. “Just trying to figure out the best way to work on my Physics homework. I left it too late, so now…”
“Huh.” Louie cocked his head at him. “How’d that happen?”
“I don’t know… I’ve just been distracted, I guess.” Huey sighed.
“You have Mr Baxter for Physics, don’t you?” Webby asked warily.
“Yep.”
“Ew.” Webby said with a wince. “Good luck.”
“I think you’ve mentioned this guy before.” May murmured. “That’s the sexist dude that teaches your Bio class, right?”
“Yeah. And like, every other science class too.” Webby replied.
“It’s not just that he’s sexist.” Huey explained. “He also has very high standards, and if you don’t meet them, then you’re a hopeless case as far as he’s concerned. And because he’s marking you, that impacts what grade you get.”
June raised her eyebrow. “And you’re worried that failing this one assignment will make you a ‘hopeless case’ to him?”
“It only takes one.” Huey said ominously. He rubbed his eyes and added, “I haven’t even gotten halfway through it yet. Usually, I’d just work on it over the weekend, but I can’t really squeeze it in between our adventuring…”
He sighed again, tapping the end of his fork against his beak. “…It’s a tough one.” He said.
Huey looked at his calculations again, thinking quietly to himself.
“You’re thinking of bailing on us.” Louie said suddenly.
Huey balked. “What?”
Webby double blinked, still chewing on her food. “Whut?”
“Huh?” Dewey leant forward in disbelief.
 “You’re thinking of bailing on this week’s adventure so you can plough through your homework over the weekend.” Louie accused him, leaning forward as he talked. “You already know that you don’t have time to finish it before next week. Knowing you, you’ve probably figured it out the moment Mr Baxter handed it to you. And this whole show you’re putting on right now, acting all ‘woe is me’ and everything, is to butter us up for when you tell us that you’re not going to… wherever we decide to go this weekend.”
Louie pointed at the notebook beside Huey, adding, “Why else would you be doing math on paper in 2024 unless you wanted someone to see it and comment on it?”
Huey looked around nervously at the sudden attention directed at him. Hesitantly, he admitted, “…I mean, I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind…”
“Really?” Webby cried.
“Seriously, dude?” Dewey demanded. “You’d rather do homework than go on an epic adventure?”
“Of course not, but I don’t have a choice!” Huey protested. “I can’t solve Physics questions while running from a rolling boulder trap, I just can’t!”
“So what?” May asked, confused. “You’ve done all your work for it up to now, right? Worst that happens is that you get a B at the end of the semester.”
“…Yes.” Huey said emphatically, as if the very idea should be appalling to everyone.
“…Really?”
“Didn’t you once finish a two-week-long assignment in a single night?” Louie asked. “Do you really need the whole weekend for this thing?”
Huey opened his beak a couple of times, trying to explain himself, but he struggled to come up with words.
He tried not to look at June.
…And family sticks up for each other, no matter what.
“…Look, I haven’t made a decision yet.” Huey told the table. “I’m still weighing my options, and maybe I can finish it before we leave… but I can’t make any promises.”
“But it’s an adventure!” Webby implored him.
“And we’ll have plenty of adventures after this one.” Huey rebutted her. “I’ll only be skipping this one, and after this, I’ll adjust my schedule so that this doesn’t happen again. That’s fair, right?”
The kids looked between each other. Dewey stared at him for a moment, then he relented and said, “Alright, man…”
Webby spluttered, looking toward her sisters. May simply shrugged at her, and Webby deflated, going back to her food with a sullen look on her face.
Louie sighed, telling him, “I mean, it’s your time, you can do what you want with it. I just think you’re overreacting, that’s all.”
“We’ll see.” Huey replied, going back to his pancakes.
He could feel June’s eyes on him for the rest of breakfast.
The mood slightly dampened by Huey’s revelation, the kids packed their bags for school with few words. A few more suggestions were bandied between them on which destination to pick, but nothing was decided on before the gang broke up to go to school. May and June were driven off to Waterview Grammar, while Webby and the boys took the bus to Feathered Hill.
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For Louie, his school day began slowly. He had a free period immediately after homeroom, which he spent in the courtyard of the school with his laptop before him. He put the adventure out of his mind for now. Huey was free to make his own boring decisions, and Louie wasn’t too fussed about where they ended up going.
For now, he had an artifact to sell.
His initial search results for ‘artifact collector in Duckburg’ were expectedly lacklustre. Most of them linked to online bidding sites and dollar stores that sold replicas, neither of which were what he was looking for. He’d searched a good while last night, but he had only found one relevant place – ‘Nathaniel’s Antiquities’, an antiques shop based near Wildwood.
Louie opened up the link to the shop’s website again, wincing as it displayed on the screen. It looked like a web page from the early 2000s, though the photos that were presented on it looked relatively new. They displayed shelves lined with old China plates and tea sets, antique furniture placed in neat arrangements, and what was advertised as a cutlery set made of actual silver. It looked legitimate, but it also looked like a place that wouldn’t exactly be able to afford what Louie was selling.
Yet, as the bell for second period grew closer and closer, he found himself unable to find anything more promising. He felt a tinge of dread as he realised he’d have to put in some actual effort to find someone.
He felt his phone buzz with a notification. Pulling it out, he saw that he’d received a text, with the sender ‘Kulavaan – DONT TRUST’.
found anything yet?
Louie narrowed his eyes. Then, he texted back his reply.
Its only been one day but yeah
There’s a guy near wildwood mall
More of a novelty shop tho
No sooner than he had put the phone back in his pocket did it vibrate with a notification. Frowning, he pulled it back out to see that Chanda had already sent her reply:
lets go there today
“…Seriously?” Louie muttered to himself. He typed another message.
There’s no guarantee that he can even afford it
A few moments passed before her response came through.
dont care. runing out of time
no harm in trying
The bell rang.
“This fuckin’ chick…” Louie groaned, somehow already knowing it was pointless to argue. He put his laptop back into his satchel and slung it around his shoulder. As he left for class, he sent her one last message.
Fine
After confirming where they were going to meet, the rest of the school day passed uneventfully. Louie went to each of his classes, half-listening to the teachers and putting the bare minimum effort he needed to get by until the schoolbell rang. Everyone went their own separate directions, with Webby going off to see Lena, Dewey off to meet that baseball guy, and Louie making his way toward a different bus stop. He waited there for the bus he’d been told to get, and once it arrived, he jumped on and made his way to the back.
He saw his reluctant partner sitting alone and walked over, taking his seat beside her.
As the bus took off, he asked quietly, “I’m gonna assume that the deadline for your thing is coming up?”
“…Yeah.” Chanda replied. “Payment’s due on the 28th of each month.”
“Which is a week and a half away.”
“Yeah, so if something goes wrong with the payment, there’s plenty of time to fix it.”
“Is that likely?”
“…It isn’t unlikely.”
“…Alright.” Louie sighed, leaning back in his seat. “Do you have it with you?”
Chanda snorted. “Did I take forty grand to school? No, dickhead. We’re on our way to pick it up.”
“Alright, you don’t have to be hostile about it.” Louie grumbled, putting his hands behind his head. “I assume that you go to one of the schools in the western suburbs, then? Considering where this bus is coming from? Which one? Westwing High? Quackmore Public?” He turned to her and added innocently, “Saint Peck’s, the place where all the psycho kids end up?”
Chanda didn’t react to his prodding. She didn’t even flinch.
“Come on, gimme something.” Louie goaded her.  “Let’s get to know each other, break down this wall between us, huh?”
Chanda leaned towards him, saying coldly, “I think you know more than enough about me as it is.”
“Suit yourself.” Louie said with a shrug as she leaned back.
They got off at a station at a mall that Louie hadn’t been to before. It was in Gooseville, one of the poorer suburbs of Duckburg near the Industrial District. Conscious that he could be recognised, Louie instinctively pulled his hood up to hide himself.
She led him around the mall, heading towards a back alley lined with brick walls. Feeling somewhat nervous, he asked, “So, where exactly are we going?”
“Just down there.” Chanda replied, pointing at the end of the alleyway. “There’s a hollow in the wall at the end. It’s hidden in there.”
“Huh. How’d you learn about that one?”
“A guy I worked with showed it to me. Said he used it to hide weed.”
“…Huh.” Louie murmured, somewhat alarmed. “And you don’t think that he might come back?”
Chanda shook her head. “Nah, he cleaned the whole thing out the day he got fired.”
“And no-one else knows?”
“Yes, no-one else knows!” Chanda snapped. “Trust me, it’s safe!”
“Alright, alright, excuse me for being cautious.”
They arrived before a dumpster at the end of the alley. Standing against it and ready to push, Chanda ordered, “Help me move this. Slowly, so it doesn’t make too much noise.”
With Louie’s help, the two of them slowly pushed the dumpster out of the way. It was unsurprisingly heavy, but they didn’t need to push it too far, only a couple of feet before Chanda told him to stop. Louie stepped back, exhaling in exertion. “Whew.”
“It wasn’t that heavy.” Chanda remarked. Near the ground, like she said, there was a hole in the brickwork, just large enough to put a hand into.
“I’m not an athletic guy.” Louie retorted. He stepped back, rubbing his hands in anticipation. “Okay, so, when we get to this place, you let me do the talking, alright? You’re the muscle in case this guy tries to rip us off.”
“Got it.” Chanda replied, getting down on her knees so that she was on eye level with the hole.
“We don’t settle for anything less than the minimum. Forty-k, in this instance. Anything less, and we leave and find someone else.”
“And if we never find anyone else because you refuse to bargain?” Chanda questioned as she reached into the hidden space and started searching around with her hand.
“…Alright, fine, but the lowest I’ll go is thirty.” Louie said relentingly. “Any lower than that, and it won’t be worth it for me. Or for you.”
Chanda didn’t respond.
“…Actually, now that I think about it, the chances of getting ripped off are pretty low.” Louie mused. “I mean, everyone in town knows my family, they’ll recognise me on sight. And nobody wants to…”
Louie trailed off, realising that Chanda wasn’t paying attention to him. She was still on her knees, frantically rummaging around in the wall-space. He heard her swear under her breath as she reached for her phone, pulling it out and shining the flashlight in the hole. As she did, she said something else in Hindi, and while he couldn’t understand the language, the panic in her voice was clear as day.
“…It’s gone, isn’t it?” Louie asked coldly.
Chanda pulled out and turned away from the hole. Her eyes did the talking for her.
“O-okay, wait-” Chanda stuttered as she stood up.
“Un-fucking-believable.” Louie groaned, running his hands through his head-feathers. Fuming, he snapped at her, “Safe, huh?”
“Just wait a second-” Chanda told him, turning around and starting to search the alleyway.
“No, no, no!” Louie shook his head, snarling, “You had the audacity to call me a fuckup the other day, and then you go ahead and lose me forty thousand dollars?”
“The guy didn’t tell anyone else about this place!” Chanda hissed furiously. “How was I supposed to know?”
“I dunno! How was I supposed to know that Glomgold was missing?”
A phone ding came from Chanda’s pocket before she could respond. She blinked, then pulled out her phone and stared silently at the screen.
After a moment, she put her phone away, dread and reluctance written across her face.
“…I know who’s taken it.” She mumbled.
“That was him? You know the guy who took it?”
“Yeah.” Chanda replied unhappily. “And he wants to meet with us.”
“Well, then,” Louie said with a nasty smile, mockingly gesturing back the way they’d come. “Lead the way.”
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dusty-innit · 11 months
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“ask em to tickle you”
hav you considered i would rather not
Stuffs that i cannot NOT associate with the t-word:
“Tick/le/ish/ing” (..nu explanation needed)
“Spot” excuse me? WHY THAT? SO many other words yous can choose fromm
“Anticipation” (ickyyyy, m forever gonna pronounce this wrong)
“itchy” (an i can’t scratch myseeellff)
“attack” (WAIT)
“sensitive” (meee??)
Literally any number, especially if it’s countin up or down
Anybody with hands (specifically stupid meanie idiot evil Dino boy @jogabsha)
Technology (seriously, he’s evil)
Anythin that touches me (yeah, anythin)
Bein chased, trapped (even in a hug), cornered, pinned, God giv me strength
“gotcha!” “gonna get youuu” (BACK AWAY)
“hold still” (i would definitely not move at all nope, he said it today an i completely stopped my squirmin an froze)
“yur fiiinneee” “oh calm down!” “everythin’s gonna be okii”
“wat time is it?” (apparently i gotta pay for this now?!)
“prove it”
“don’t hide yur facee” (I can do watever I wan)
“cmon, cheer up!”
“ive struck again!” “the villain strikes again!!”
Poked/prodded/tapped/pinched/rubbed/scratched/squeezed/full on torment
Snappin fingies
Pockets (its really jus embarrassin the stuff m scared of now)
This thing: %
Vibration
Eraser (its that bad)
Even the word “brush/es” (..i gave him one from my house, HE TRIED TO FIND BATTERIES SO IT WOULD DO THE SPINNY VIBRATE THINGY)
Tight hugs (yeah their comfortin but the advantages an power an- mmmhhhhhh)
“don’t eat me…!?”
“hav you smiled enough today?”
“am i annoyin you yeettt?”
"is that a challenge?"
“you don’t scare me!” “m not afraid of you…”
"hold on, I can explain..." “now wait jus a minute”
"i will kick you” (i need to say this more)
"you wanna die?"
"m cold” “is it gettin hot in here?”
“you sufferin is funny”
"nu, not in here!" “not now!”
"this is stupid”
“anythin i can do to make ya feel better?” (nupe m good)
“oh really?" “you sure bout that?” “you suuurrrreeee~?”
"never underestimate the power of these hands”
“wats so funny?” (NOT YOU)
“where is it?” (where is wat?)
"we're supposed to be quiet!”
“ya know, I hav my ways…” (an this is where i leave the room)
"i can't be held responsible for wat m about to do to you”
“Wat did you jus say..." (..)
Consequences
Embarrassment
Pay-back
Rule-breakin
Darkness
“Alright, that's it...”
“It’s final.”
“YOU DARE!?”
“Oh, you tryna do that now!?”
“Now it’s yur turn!”
“So sweet i could jus eat you”
"where are you goin?" "..nowhere!"
"wat's wrong?”
“nothin..”
“you can tell me, is somethin botherin you?"
“dont worry tho, yur in good hands- literally”
“c’mere!” “m stealin you now!”
“if you don’t stop bein sad, i will tickle you…” (NUH-UH)
“i love yur laugh!”
“i can tell that yur tryin so hard not to crumble right now”
“i can see you smilin~”
“mine”
“aawhh, yur all giggly now!”
“at least i got yous to laugh”
“its tickle o’ clock!” (SCREAMS)
“my little ticklish mess~”
“..so you’ve accepted m a mess too??”
“only a ticklish one!!”
“yeah, that’s right…”
“oh, so yur bein defiant now?!”
“okay, yur dead.”
“yea, you know wats comin-don’t you?!~”
“well, whenever you need a distraction from somethin- ill be here.. reday ta go”
“get over here!”
“better start hidin…”
“guess wat time it is!~”
“tik, tik, tik, tik!”
“awwh, adorable wittle lee~”
“who’s a good puppy?! is it you, is it?? yes it iiss!!~ yeah, yur a good puppyyy~!”
“sleepyy”
“wake uuup~”
“kitchy kkitchy coo!~”
“do you wan yur big bruder to tickle you, huh?!”
“i did one poke! this is two pokes!!”
“yeah well this is 500!!”
“why do you do this ta meeee?!”
“cause i love tickling youu!!”
“ya know, i find it funny how instead of pushin away, you lean into and cling onto me as I’m doing this…”
“mmmhh- SHUSH”
“you say you don’t like this, but yur eyes an smile say otherwise..”
“nu they don’t! how do you know?!”
“look at me then-“
“…yep, you wan more-“
"yur in for a bad time..."
"nope, rotate over hereee~!"
"hey, guess what?" (my guess is gonna cause death)
"oooh, you flinched?! IS IT TICKLE-TIME?!"
"are ya having fun?~ yes, you areee!~"
"you better not laugh..."
"oh, did I hear a chuckle?"
"aaawh! don't you just love being tickled, huh? do ya, cause I can jus keep going.. i'll jus keep tickling you-"
"t- i- c- k- l- e-"
"omnomnomnomnom!"
"look wat i haaavvveee?~"
"i wanted to win the challeeengee!"
"well, ya didn't~!"
"STAHP SMILIN WHILE YUR DOIN THIS, IT SHOWS ME YUR ENJOYIN MAKIN ME SUFFER!"
"I DO ENJOY IT~!"
"noo, yur not going down there!~ yur stayin right here with me"
"uhp, staayy"
"yur tummy is so adorable an delicous!" (NU IT NOT)
"ya know, i can jus lay my hands here on yur tummy an wiggle my fingies- yup, jus like this.. an ill go 'tickle, tickle, tickle'-“
"tickle tickle ti-ckle!"
"I wonder if I should jus start mocking whenever I'm t-wording you..."
"NUU!"
"NUU!~"
"Im always gonna tickle you."
"..nu"
"Yep, forever and ever-"
"nu!"
"Every day, every hour, every minute and every second!"
"NU!"
“well, you seem happy!~”
“I could jus eat you up…”
“aaawhh, is da little bebe shyy?”
“is da wittle ticklish puppyie shhhyyy?~”
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thelastspeecher · 1 year
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Modern Stanley McGucket AU - Nail Polishing
I'm not good at coming up with cute little titles for things, but I did my best! Here's a cute idea I got days ago but didn't have time/energy to write up until today. Enjoy.
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              Stan strolled past the entryway to the kitchen, whistling idly.
              “Hey, Stan,” a voice said.  Stan stopped.  He looked over.  Angie was sitting at the kitchen table, which was cluttered with bottles of nail polish.  Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on painting her fingernails.  Stan noted in amusement that Angie did the same thing when taking pictures with her prized vintage Polaroid.
              “Are you talkin’ to me again?” Stan asked.  Without looking up from her hand, Angie nodded.  “Already?”
              “Ya say that like ya want me to keep givin’ ya the cold shoulder,” Angie said idly.
              “No.  I’m just surprised you already forgive me.”
              “I never said I forgave ya.  I’m just willin’ to let ya back into my life.  That’s all.”
              “I’ll take it,” Stan said.  Angie’s look of concentration briefly broke into a small smile, before returning.  After he and Lute broke up Angie and her boyfriend, Max, she had refused to speak to either boy for weeks.  Eventually, she started to speak to Lute again, but not Stan.
              Not like I blame her for talking to Lute before me.  He’s her twin.  I get it.
              “I was also a bit surprised ‘cause you’re paintin’ your nails,” Stan remarked.  He leaned against the wall.  Angie looked up at him.  “You don’t really seem like the kinda gal to enjoy that stuff.”
              “She didn’t used to.  Then someone said it’d help with her nail-bitin’ habit,” Lute, who was rummaging through the pantry, remarked.  “Now she’s got nails what are chewed to the quick and have polish flakin’ off.”  Angie threw a cotton ball at Lute.  It hit the side of his head.  “Rude.”
              “Don’t air my dirty laundry like that!” Angie said, feigning indignance.  “Also, yer not one to talk ‘bout poor hand hygiene.  With those hangnail farms of yours.”  Lute stuck his tongue out at her.
              “Hang on, I thought when the nail polish starts flaking, people take off the rest of the polish,” Stan said.  Angie and Lute looked at him.  Stan shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable.  “My mom likes to do her nails.  I tried to drink the acetone when I was a kid and she told me what it was for.  After she told me to never drink somethin’ I didn’t recognize.”
              “Yes, most people use nail polish remover,” Lute said.  “Angie, however, prolongs the sufferin’ by refusin’ to do so and just waitin’ fer it all to flake off naturally.”
              “I have sensitive cuticles,” Angie mumbled, now painting her right pinky nail with a bubblegum pink polish.  “At least the farmwork makes the polish flake off faster.”
              “You have the ugliest nails I’ve ever seen fer someone who actively tries to make ‘em look good,” Lute said.  Angie threw another cotton ball at him.  He caught it.
              “Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll start chuckin’ polish.”
              “You wouldn’t risk losin’ any of yer collection.”
              “I wouldn’t mind if the cheap stuff I got fer Christmas from Uncle Basset mysteriously broke.”  Angie looked at Stan.  “Say, want me to paint yer nails?”  Stan broke into a cold sweat.
              “Uh…”
              “Don’t worry, I’ve got ‘manly’ colors,” Angie said.  She screwed the lid back on the polish she had finished using.  “I wouldn’t saddle ya with Barbie pink.”  She blew on her pinky nail to dry it faster.  “Unless ya wanted Barbie pink.  No judgement.”
              “Um.”
              “And if ya didn’t like it, I can take it off right away.”
              “I thought you didn’t have nail polish remover,” Stan said.
              “She does,” Lute interjected.  “She just don’t use it.”  Angie blew a raspberry at him.  “I’m just tellin’ the truth.”  Angie rolled her eyes, then turned back to Stan.
              “If ya don’t want to, it’s okay,” she said gently.  “I understand.  Just thought I’d offer, that’s all.”  Stan swallowed nervously.
              This is the first time in ages Angie even wants to be in the same room as me.  If I turn her down, am I gonna be back at square one?  Sure, she says she’s fine with it, but can I really risk it?  Angie raised an eyebrow.  Stan’s stomach churned.  Just thinkin’ about painting my nails shouldn’t make me feel like I’m gonna throw up.  Why does it?  Who am I worried about seein’ me with nail polish?  Pops?  He ain’t here.  It’s just Angie and Lute.  And they don’t give a shit.
              “…Sure,” Stan managed.  Angie’s face immediately lit up.
              Yep.  Definitely made the right decision.  Stan walked over to the kitchen table and sat across from Angie.  She moved aside her bottles of nail polish, beaming.  And be honest, Stan.  You’ve always sorta wanted to paint your nails.
              “Okay, so, first, what color do ya want?” Angie chirped.  Stan looked at her selection.  He picked out a dark red.  “Ooh, good choice!”
              “Do I need to pick a second one?” Stan asked.
              “If ya want to do an accent nail, yes.”
              “A what?”  In lieu of an answer, Angie laid her hands flat on the table, palms down.  Stan could now see that while most of her fingernails had been painted a solid bubblegum pink, her ring fingers had somewhat wobbly stripes of yellow and white.  The stripes on her right hand were particularly messy, likely due to painting with her non-dominant hand.  “It’s just when one nail is a different design than the others?”
              “Yep.”
              “Does it have to be the ring finger?”
              “That’s what the accent nail usually is, but it could be any finger.”
              “I want it to be my middle finger,” Stan said firmly.  Angie sighed.  Lute snorted.
              “Ya walked right into that one, sis.”
              “Shut up.”
              “How about that color?” Stan said, pointing to a gold polish.  Angie nodded.
              “Do ya want yer accent nail to be a solid color or a pattern?” she asked.
              “Pattern.”
              “What pattern?”
              “Whatever’s easiest.”
              “Polka dots it is, then.”  Angie patted the table.  “Lay yer hands down fer me please.”  Stan obediently laid his hands palm down, spreading his fingers wide.  “Wow, you’ve got really good nails!”
              “…I do?”
              “Yeah!”  Angie opened the lid of the dark red polish.  “At least, they’re good in comparison to the nails I normally paint.  Which are mine ‘n Lute’s.”
              “By the way, once Stan’s done, mind paintin’ mine?” Lute asked.  Angie glared at him.  “I’ll buy ya a new polish next time we go to town.”
              “Deal.”  Angie began to paint Stan’s thumbnail.  Stan couldn’t help but stare as the polish covered his thumbnail, then his index finger, then his ring finger, and finally his pinky.  “It’s cool watchin’ yer nails get painted, ain’t it?”
              “That’s why I like havin’ Angie paint m’ nails,” Lute chimed in.  He had finally found a snack and was sitting on the counter while he ate, watching Angie paint Stan’s nails.  “It’s like one of them stim things or whatever.”  Angie capped the red polish, then uncapped the gold polish.  She painted the nail of Stan’s middle finger.  She then recapped the gold and uncapped the red again.  When she moved towards Stan’s other hand, Stan spoke.
              “I thought you were gonna do polka dots.”
              “I got to let the gold dry first.  Otherwise it’ll smear,” Angie said briskly.
              “All right, all right.  You’re the boss.”
              “Darn tootin’ I am.”  Angie painted the nails of Stan’s other hand, once again sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in concentration.  After finishing with the red, she checked whether the gold polish was dry.  When it was, she carefully applied small dots on top of the gold.
              Before Stan knew what had happened, his nails were fully painted and Angie was smiling proudly.  He reached to scratch his nose.
              “No!” Angie and Lute shouted.  Stan froze.
              “Yer nails ain’t completely dry yet,” Angie scolded.  “Don’t touch anything until they are.”
              “And then I can scratch the mosquito bite I got two days ago?”
              “Sure.  I don’t use top coats, so we’re done.”
              “‘Top coats’?”
              “A clear layer of polish on top to protect the colorful polish,” Lute said.  “Proper nail artists use ‘em.  But Angie don’t.”
              “If I did, then the polish would take forever to flake off!”
              “Again, nail polish remover.”
              “Get yer butt over here to get yer nails done ‘fore I change my mind.”
              “Sounds good to me!”  Lute hopped off the counter and took a seat next to Stan.  “I’m thinkin’ we’ll go with silver today,” he said cheerfully.  He laid his hands in front of Angie.
              “All right.”  Angie grabbed a silver polish.  As she began to paint Lute’s nails, she glanced over at Stan.  “Do ya like it, Stan?”  Stan looked down at his nails.
              Okay, I did this just to make sure I didn’t piss Angie off again, but it kinda rules.  A slow smile spread across his face.  It doesn’t hurt that Pops would have a heart attack if he saw my hands right now.
              “Yeah.  I do.”
              “Really?!” Angie said eagerly.  Stan looked at her, now smiling broadly.
              “Yeah.  And I’ve already decided I wanna do stripes next time.”
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crossroadsserpent · 7 months
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Beautiful Bloodshed
Otis Driftwood x Transmasc! Reader. (18+)
Chapter Five.
(Chapter Four can be found below)
Same summary and warnings apply.
(A/N: This story is being put up on my Wattpad! The latest chapter/s will be posted after they are posted here. I wanted to put them all together in one book so they could all be read together. Each chapter will be posted on Tumblr first so don't worry if you don't have Wattpad!.)
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(Two weeks after the events of Chapter Four. Otis and Y/N pretend that the hug never happened, but Y/N is slowly starting to realize their feelings for Otis.)
Y/N was sitting on the floor in Otis's room, sketchbook on their knees, drawing while Otis paints on the other side of the room. He finally got around to finishing the painting he'd been working on, a fairly big canvas painted totally black with a large human heart painted in red in the center. Y/N wasn't able to see what he'd been painting around it, but from where they were sitting they had a perfect view of his profile.
Perfect.
They smiled softly as they began to draw, starting with small lines, then moving on to longer lines. They took about 10 minutes to do the rough sketch, then they began to work on flushing it out, adding more details like hair strands and small markings.
By the time they were done Otis had moved on from his painting, now behind the curtain, no doubt working on another one of his sculptures. They let out a soft sigh, closing their sketchbook and sliding it back into their bag, getting up from their place on the floor. They walked out of the room without saying anything, not wanting to bother Otis while he was working, he tended to get grumpy when anyone bothered them (though he wouldn't mind a bit if it were Y/N).
They made their way down to the kitchen, where mama was sat just like last time, but this time she was by herself. She smiled at Y/N, watching as they grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"You sure do like to drink, huh Y/N?" Mama said with a chuckle. They shrugged with a smile, taking a seat across from her, opening the beer with relative ease.
"Eh, keeps the voices in my head at bay." They joked, making mama chuckle again.
"Those voices tellin' you things? Good things I hope." Mama's motherly tendancies never ceased to make Y/N feel welcome and loved. They shrug again, not really sure how to explain what the voices are telling him.
"I suppose so, maybe lies though." They said, thinking back the the time the voice in his head constantly talked about that nickname Otis gave him. He brushed it off, reasoning that Baby's name wasn't actually baby and it started out as a nickname from Otis too, so it wasn't unusual for Otis to give nicknames.
"How could they be lyin' to ya? They tellin' you stuff that don't seem right?" Mama asked, looking a little concerned.
Y/N gave her a small nod. "Suppose they are..."
"Like what?" She probed further, hoping to maybe help them.
"It's nothin' I can't handle myself." They say shaking their head.
Mama let out a soft sigh. "Well... promise you'll tell me if there's somethin' I can help ya with. I'd hate to see any of my babies sufferin'."
Y/N nods, clearing their throat slightly.
"I actually wanna ask you somethin'..." they mess with the bottle in their hand, worrying that maybe this was a bad idea.
"Go on then, darlin'! I'm all ears." Mama smiles warmly.
"I um... I've been feeling a little... off? Lately all I've wanted to do is hang out with Otis. I know it's makin' baby mad, but I can't help it, and I don't know why. I dunno, I thought maybe you would know..." they felt stupid asking a question like that, but they figured an outside perspective may help them understand.
Mama's smile grows as she let out a laugh.
"Sweetie, I think I know what your feelin'. I think gou might have some feelins for my little boy, and from what I've seen, so does he." She says happily.
Feelings? For Otis? No.... Y/N had never had feelings for anyone, or atleast they'd never noticed them before...
There was no way what Mama said was true, they didn't have feelings for Otis.
......Did they?
As the days go on Y/N started to pay more attention to the feelings they get when they are around Otis.
The little tingles in his brain every time one of his stupid jokes made Otis laugh.
The butterflies in his stomach every time he noticed Otis looking at him.
The jolt of his heart every time Otis said his name....
By the end of the week Y/N couldn't deny it....
Mama was right, he was in love...
He was in love with Otis.
The worst part was they were sure that if Otis found out he'd never want to see them again, or worse.
The very thought of Otis getting mad, demanding that he leave and never come back, hurling those nasty words from his art piece at him... it all made him feel sick to his stomach.
So Y/N decided to keep it quiet, thinking it was better to keep quiet than lose a good friend.
Saturday night, before heading home, Y/N approached Mama Firefly who was sat by herself in the livingroom, smoking a cigarette.
"Mama, you were right...." They said awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt.
Mama gave them a confused look, unsure of what they were talking about. "About what, sweetie?"
"About... ya know... me havin' feelings for O-Otis..." they stuttered slightly at the end, their voice quiet, not wanting anyone else in the house to hear.
Mama's eyes lit up, a smile spreading across her face. "I told ya, darlin'! A mother always knows!"
Y/N began to panic and hurriedly shushed her, their eyes darting between the stairs and the doorway to the hall.
"Shhhhhh! Please, I don't want anyone to know..." they begged, the panic evident in their eyes.
Mama immediately saw the panic and gave them a knowing nod. "Ah, you haven't told him yet. You know you'd feel better if ya did, besides, he might surprise ya." She said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, with a knife in my throat." They responded making Mama gasp.
"Honey, he wouldn't do nothin' like that! Not to you!" She said putting a gentle hand on their shoulder.
"Sweetie, trust me, as your mama, tell him."
Y/N shook their head 'no', looking away from her. "I can't, he don't like me like that, and I don't wanna ruin everything like I always do."
Mama shrugged and took a long drag off her cigarette. "Whatever you say, darlin', you have a good night now." She pats their shoulder before sitting back on the couch, allowing them to leave.
Her words echoed in their mind as they drove back to their apartment. Maybe he should just admit his feelings to Otis, the worst thing he could do is yell...
Otis killing him would be a great mercy over living with the embarrassment.
End of Chapter Five.
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Hi! Author here! I'm sorry if this one was a little sad! I would like to warn that some future chapters will be pretty emotional, I'll put a warning before the emotional parts so you can skip them if you need!
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kinghaargrove · 7 months
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[ This is a callout post for @e1igius for criminal(ly cute) behaviour. We gotta cancel this womanz. Solito is chaotic and stimky and smelly. Rated -100/10. Breaks my brain with the majesty of her writing. Sold my soul 2 her. Absolute grade A dingus. Can’t believe I’m following her for life, goddamn, we really sufferin, bois. 😘 ]
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scarlxtleaves · 1 year
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“This is how it’s gonna be aight? When we get to Kalm we find out where else Shinra’s got their dirty dealings, cause it ain’t just Midgar that’s sufferin’.” Said a tallest male in the group that seems to have a metal cannon for a hand. “Hojo often mumbles something about going to a resort..Costa del sol perhaps?” The voice came from a furred companion among them, he seemed like a feline (but could be canine too). “....” However, the blond couldn’t speak, instead he was still perplexed with what he had witnessed, the death of the president..could it really be the work of him? That sword couldn’t have belonged to anyone else. Yes the blond was deep in thought but the trio came to a stop once they saw a passerby. They’ve been walking for sometime now..he could only hope the girls were faring far better than they are. “HEY!!” The tall man accidentally shouted towards the young lady, hair almost long enough to rival Sephiroth’s. “Me and my boys have been at it for awhile, just wanted t’ know if we’re any closer to Kalm from here. And also ya might wanna stay out of Midgar for awhile if that’s where you’re headed. City’s gon’ to shit.” said Barret. “Just stick it out and walk, we don’t have to bother strangers for useless questions.” Spoke Cloud.
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liked for a starter / @vibraea​
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dxsole · 2 years
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*    knowing  your  partner  well  can  potentially  make  writing  a  lot  easier,    repost,    do  not  reblog.  
                                                     meet the mun.
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— basics
NAME:  Dex
PRONOUNS:  she/her!
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: hmu in the IM’s! I have a discord as well but everyone who has me on there knows I’m just not on!!!
SINGLE / TAKEN: single!
— three facts
𝙞.  i paint!! :3 not well but i dooooo!! abstract, obnoxiously bright lil thingys that i name after songs :3 
𝙞𝙞.  I am perpetually cold always even in the summer...and i live in a cold climate most of the time,,,,i be sufferin,,,,i be in sweaters 24/7,,,i be having a cozy jacket with me at all times
𝙞𝙞𝙞.  I collect rocks n crystals!!! tbh I’m getting an orca agate soon and I’m losing my mind already!!
— experience
Been on Tumblr since 2011 and I have not gained experience,,,i’m about that mediocre life [dabs]
— sub-genres
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my main genres are??? slice of life. comedy. silly antics. real silly boi hours!! But uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sometimes there is u_u angst...sad....scary....gore....crimey wimey stuff!!! and sometimes they overlap because tbh bad guys being stupid?? criminals making jokes??? yayayayayaya
— plots versus memes
MEME!!! I mean, I appreciate plotting and mutuals with wonderful ideas but tbh I’m a winger.......I wing it........I MAKE THIS STUFF UP AS I GO ALONG BUDDY!!!! It feels more spontaneous and fun imo u_u
— long or short replies
MID-LENGTH!!! One-sentence threads can be a bit hard to continue, multi-para novellas are gr8 but I don’t always have the time/energy but para???? 2 para??? sweet spot :3
— best time to write
I am working and writing at the same time, corporate can suck it, i need to make my lil ocs talk shit and ruin everything and be cute!!! 
TAGGED BY: @alxnetxgether​ // thankies~!
TAGGING: @seekesotsibteadmist​, @rennisaturate​, @redhnds​, @othrsouls​, @liftedrelics​, i know most of y’all already but!!! do it >:3 
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graunblida · 2 years
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Music Meme  //   Accepting @bokketo​ said: ♫ oooh but music for team lexa and envy and ares and clint and lucky? also nat if you want XD
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onyx on that challenge mode! i’m doing one for nat too, stay tuned!
For Team Chaos (aka lexa, envy, ares, clint and lucky):
1.   The Scooby Doo Theme - David Mook & Ben Raleigh 2.   Guile’s Theme from Street Fighter (they’re out there fighting for their lives after all)  3.   Party Rock Anthem - LMFAO       -- “ ....every day i’m sufferin’ shufflin’....”  4.   I’m Shipping Up to Boston - Dropkick Murphy’s (total bar fight anthem) 5.   Sabotage - The Beastie Boys (need i say more? lol)
For Nat <3
1.   Russian National Anthem - The Red Army Choir  (teehee) 2.   Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande  (okay but imagine this is lexa) 3.   Black Widow - Iggy Azaelea, Rita Ora 3.   Black Widow - In This Moment         -- “...a fatal dance, a primal rage, you pray for me, unlock the cage...” 4.   Do I Wanna Know - The Arctic Monkeys 👀       -- “ ...have you no idea that you're in deep? i've dreamt about you nearly every night this week. how many secrets can you keep?...” 
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