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daisygirlwrites · 1 year

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Behind the Wheel

Summary: Times when Ghost's driving (& piloting) gets the team in trouble.

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, injuries and drinking (but not really). Mentions of death. Mentions of throwing up.

Pairing(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader (Platonic), Task Force 141 x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 1,642

Note: No use of (Y/N)

a/n: hey hey! so sorry that this is late! school just started for me and i've been doing job interviews as well. finally got some time tonight to finish this. sorry if the ending felt rushed, my brain didn't know how to word. might post another fic/headcanons this week though! also, thank you so much for 100 followers! and another thanks to @thoughtfullyhauntedchild for inspiration :3

taglist: @bobfloydsgf

Las Almas

Seeing the truck almost brought tears to your eyes. You were exhausted to say the least, also pissed off with Graves and Shepard and even more that you got shot. It was not your day. But during the darkest hour, that running truck was the ray of light you needed.

After exchanging shots with the remaining Shadows in the area, Ghost rams through the blockade without warning. Still sitting up from covering the men in the front, the forward momentum launches you out of the backseat, body moving towards the already broken windshield.

If it weren’t for Soap's quick reflexes, it would have been the second time you’ve been thrown out the window during a mission. Thankfully he grabs the back of your vest to slow you down. But instead of glass, your face hits the dashboard. The pain was blinding white, tears threaten to spill as Soap pulls you back and you cradle your face in your hands.

You missed Ghost’s eyes widened with shock (and slight amusement) as yours was still closed to stop the tears from leaking out. Soap’s eyebrows furrow with concern as he gently tilts your chin up and carefully slides the balaclava down your face, a chain of "owies" leaving your lips.

“Sorry Lass, I’m just gonna feel if it’s broken, okay?”

“As long as you let me whine about it.”

Using his pointer finger and his thumb, Soap makes small squeezes down your nose. You mutter curses as he does so. “Fuck, dammit! Oh Jesus Christ, shit!” Soap mumbles back apologies, keeping his hand steady as the truck drives through the uneven ground. He pulls back, giving your face another inspection.

“Definitely swelling but nothing feels broken to me.” You give him the okay sign. Moving back to your seat, you gently maneuver your mask back on.

Ghost can feel your eyes burning holes on the back of his head. Maybe he did feel a little bad but it really wasn’t his fault that you slammed your face on the dashboard. He just hopes your nose isn’t broken or else he won’t hear the end of it. But still, he kind of apologizes.

Giving you a glance through the rearview mirror, he acknowledges you. “My bad, Sargent.”

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes and feeling like this is the most he’s going to say, you let out an audible sigh.

“It’s cool, LT."

Moscow

Whenever the team goes out after missions, you were almost, if not always the designated driver of the group. It started as a “rookie responsibility” but honestly, you liked taking care of others. It reminded you of your college days, dragging your friends back to the dorm building, feeding them goldfish and water before tucking them in bed and leaving them some painkillers for when they wake up. Now, you do the exact same things but with taller military guys that claim to have high tolerance.

However, tonight’s a little different. Nikolai piloted the team to safety and as a thank you, Price promised to buy everyone's drinks. You initially declined the offer but Soap’s question made you reconsider.

“Don’t you wanna try real Russian Vodka?” He grins at you. He watches you open your mouth before closing it, eyes deep in thought. Sensing your hesitation, Soap looks over to their Lieutenant that was in the back of the group.

“Hey LT, can you drive us back tonight?” Soap shouts at him. Ghost narrows his eyes. “Please? Crash has always driven us back!”

Ghost doesn’t respond but you do instead. “Don’t worry about it LT! I won’t drink tonight, I’ll drive everyone to the hotel.”

Soap lets out a whine, disappointed and even Gaz looked a little bummed. Clearly annoyed, mostly with himself for giving into peer pressure (and not wanting to deal with Soap’s bitching for the rest of the night), Ghost lets out a sigh, “Oi, Crash.”

Watching your head turn back at him, he opens his hand. “Keys,” He demanded. You raise an eyebrow at him, silently asking “Are you sure?” He just nods. Fishing the keys out of your pocket, you toss it towards him.

A few hours and many shots later, the group piles back into the SUV. Nikolai sits up in the front passenger seat, giving Ghost slurred directions back to the hotel, while Soap and Gaz laying passed out in the back row. You and Price are in the middle, him telling you a story from his past and you, not really comprehending, nodding along.

The car makes a slight jump when hitting a bump on the road, the movement not helping your stomach. It’s becoming more frequent now, along with the addition of the sharp turns. Looking away from Price and to the driver in front of you, your brain was slow to process what was going on. The bumps continue, eventually waking the two men in the back seat. Even with your hazy mind, you notice a pattern during the beginning chaos. Slide, bump, slide, bump. Glancing out the window to confirm your suspicions, you watch the tires going over every curb you see.

Ghost was annoyed again. Nikolai’s instructions were sudden, therefore making his movements jerky. The safer option is to slow down but Ghost wanted everyone in bed.

“Jesus, Si. The fuck you haulin’ ass for?” He hears your voice call out. "Fuckin' driving like a teenager, hitting curbs and shit."

“The girl is right. Wouldn’t want the police to show up,” Nikolai comments. As if he had been blessed with the gift of prophecy by Apollo himself, Ghost catches the sight of red and blue lights flashing behind him.

“Oh fuckin’ hell."

Swiss Alps

One of the pilots is dead, the other was putting pressure on their arm that was sporting a gunshot wound, the aircraft itself was spinning out of control and you were panicking. Honestly, everyone was panicking but you’re the only one showing it.

“Oh man, why am I forgetting my training for this?” You questioned, mostly to yourself. Price keeps a tight grip on your shoulders, trying to calm you down from your ramblings. Constant beepings and warnings are heard throughout the helicopter. Gaz, already bracing himself while Soap frantically looks around for anything useful.

Ghost, looking unbothered, shoves the body aside and takes a seat. He glances over at the injured pilot. “You’re going to instruct me to land this thing.”

“Crash landing to be more accurate. Look for big snow piles,” They yell out. Ghost nods, grabbing hold of the cyclic and quickly scans for snow mounds. Finding one that looks big enough, he leads the helicopter towards it. It was supposed to be simple, just crash on the fluffy snow and call it a day. However, trying to stabilize a malfunctioning aircraft wasn’t as easy as he thought. Though, upon seeing the pile of safety, he gives out a breath of relief.

Ghost on and off the field is a machine. So when he completely misses the snow mound, he lets out an audible gasp. Along with the loud beeping, Soap and Gaz join’s your screaming.

“HOW DID YOU MISS?! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU MISS THE-” Your yelling was the last thing he heard before blacking out.

141 Task Force Base

Waking up in the med bay was something he wasn’t expecting, along with being alive in general. The lights were dim, his eyes adjusting his surroundings quicker. Wiggling his fingers, he was relieved to feel them touch the cotton sheets. Unsure of what injuries he had, Ghost slowly lifts his hand up to his face. He lets out a quiet sigh when he feels the familiar fabric of his balaclava. Suddenly his mind races to his team, to Soap, to you.

The last thing he recalls was blurs of trees and everyone screaming.

“Hey! LT’s awake!” A familiar Scotts voice rings out, followed by someone shushing him and what sounds like a slap on the head.

The lights turn a smidge brighter, as if to not hurt Ghost’s eyes. He watches the team walk into the room, looking a little more rough than usual. His gaze lingers on the shortest member of the group. A couple bandages cover her face, along with a frown. Arms crossed and eyes refusing to meet him.

Price explains to him that after the collision, he, Gaz and Soap had to drag you, him and the other pilot out. And also the helicopter exploded. They watch him run a hand down his masked face.

He looks at you again, “You’re pissed.”

You meet his gaze this time, “No shit.”

Sensing some tension, the team spreads out through the room, not wanting to get in the way but also wanting to see you go off on the Lieutenant.

“Your driving sucks ass, LT! Like Cher from Clueless! Hitting curbs like a teenage girl. Holy fuck, my guy.” You start. All Ghost could do was stare at you, more amused than angry. “You almost broke my nose in Mexico with a freaking break check, I threw up in front of police officers- wasting eighty dollars worth of good vodka! And now this!” You point at your face. “My face is all jacked up!”

That last comment made him chuckle, out of all the things you were concerned about, it was your appearance that mattered. He inspects your face, besides having new scars, everything else looks the same. All he could do was shake his head in disbelief.

“Crash, you are such a girl.” He gives you a smile. You couldn’t see his mouth but his eyes expressed it. “I’m just glad you’re alive.”

That comment caught you off guard, feeling heat coming up to your cheeks. You were speechless.

"Also, it really wasn't my fault."

"YES IT IS!"

#daisygirlwrites #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john mactavish #soap mactavish

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weakly-skoodge · 4 months

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Week Fifty Five!

The very first thing his eyes are met with, is darkness.

The very first thing he feels, is a deep, stabbing pain, tingling all throughout his spine – and things bigger than himself holding him aloft.

“Owie…” he says, for the first time.

An extremity moves. He feels that, too, connected to him. Different, but similar, to the heavy thing connected to his backside. The primary difference is that the extremity doesn’t cause him pain. It’s meant to be there. It’s been there since the before – before this new darkness that surrounds him, and before his awareness.

It clenches and unclenches. Fingers – also commonly referred to as claws, his new metal brain supplies.

The next thing he feels, is his claws winding into a tight fist, and the sensation of landing a direct hit against someone’s face. Not that he can see who, or where, it landed – he can only speculate, on the basis of them shouting “MY FACE!” a beat after his fist landed.

He drops to the floor. He learns what cold feels like.

A light flicks on, bathing the area in a dim, pinkish-red glow.

“What in the Almighty Tallest’s name did it do that for?” The words are automatically translated, but their intent and tone are lost to him almost entirely.

“You hurt me,” he answers, his words sounding stiff and hollow even to him.

The drone prattles on as though they didn’t hear him. “Useless smeets – the whole batch. Is it too late to cull all of them?” Someone else responds. Another drone. They’re too far away for his fluffy, still-developing antennae to catch their words. “How many do we have left?”

They continue to talk, walking away from him, completely disregarding his new existence. Does that mean he isn’t important enough to be regarded?

He wonders.

“ABso-LUTELY NOT!” someone shouts, a good distance away, breaking his current stream of wondering.

The words echo down a dark, infinitely expanding chasm that he can’t see. His antennae twitch at the presence of a voice he can hear but can’t locate.

Where?

Silence. Whatever hopes he may have had of finding the mysterious voice vanish, leaving him alone with his wonderings and thinkenings. But not much happenings. Have the drones forgotten him?

Another shout, from the same voice, though this time the words aren’t anything discernable.

Antennae still perked upright from the last shouting, and still twitching, he turns his head, then body, pivoting in the direction the voice is coming from.

It sounds… familiar.

There’s no time he would have been able to hear it for it to be familiar. Unless he heard it during the before. Does he know the owner of the voice, then?

The question taunts him. The voice has a firm grasp on his mind, pulling, dragging him to it. He wants to follow the sound. He needs to find the source.

His bare feet twitch and shiver against the floor, just cold enough to not be harmful, but enough to be uncomfortable. His legs shake, finding this way of walking to be unnatural to his flesh body.

Strange, that an action as simple as walking, feels more distant, unfamiliar, to him, than the voice of a stranger.

He lowers back to the ground, and plants his hands underneath himself, allowing them to guide and support his feeble smeet-legs. He takes one step like this, on all fours. And then another.

His body has no problems with this adjustment. It feels more natural.

#written skoodge #yayyyy more writing!!!! are you excited??? im excited!!!!#weekly skoodge

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bosskie · 1 month

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Molluck Towers

It feels like I enjoyed drawing that blimp so much that I just had to continue drawing objects... So yeah, I really wanted to draw a 'Glukkon watch tower' but instead of drawing one in the games, I ended up designing a new one! It kinda just happened when I started drawing this... I thought that I would like to make them look more like the current Molluck but then, I also got an idea of his cigar being a gun, so this is kinda a better version of those towers. I don't know about mechanical engineering design stuff nor drawing stuff like this but I wanted to give it a try.

If Molluck would have had better towers, would he have gotten Abe? Maybe, maybe not; it would still have been harder to escape at least. The funny thing here is that Molluck's blimp had so powerful launcher that it had to be 'downgraded' later in SoulStorm! I have finished that 1.0 version of that level and I didn't find it too hard; it was fine and you could really use that faster ammo falling speed as your advantage if you could see a good route since they did hit the Sligs quite well (too). I think that that level just got worse after those 'adjustments', like they also removed the timer for that one door... Well, maybe Molluck 'guided' me or something since I didn't find that level so frustrating or hard like many people say... But yeah, I let Molluck have powerful weapons if OWI doesn't.

But yeah, it also came to my mind while drawing this that Molluck has eyes inside and outside the RuptureFarms, so here continues that 'Molluck watches' thing. I don't know if I like better that AO's or NnT's version of his TV wall but it looked better to draw that NnT one. Oh, and I didn't really draw this part but I just had my stupid ideas again and just thought about drawing Abe farting in front of the camera and well, that's why you don't really see a thing on TVs... Back then while drawing the banner, it also just came to my mind that I have heard that ADHD feels like watching many televisions at once, so does it tell us something about his mental capabilities that he is able to watch so many television screens... Well, he got big brains, so I bet that he has better mental abilities than (average) humans do.

I kinda wonder if Lorne realizes this 'intelligence stereotype' Molluck has because of the way he talked about how to make a monster seem smart (referring to Molluck) since yes, Molluck does have this stereotype. He got the biggest head of all the Gluks in SoulStorm! 'A mastermind Gluk', eh? Well, for me he do is a masterpiece at least! It just feels like my thirst for him just gets worse when I get better at my stuff, making me also connect more with him... I must just admit that yes, he does feels closer to me the more I do stuff about him. Recently, I also wrote a song for him but I don't know if I ever release it when it's fully done... (I have never done a proper song, just some random improvised tunes.) It's just about how I see him, what he makes me feel, how much I love him... Man, sometimes I just wonder what OWI/Lorne would think about this but I'm just thankful for him. I wish to take good care of him.

#molluck #oddworld molluck #molluck the glukkon #oddworld #art like a bosskie

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authorpocketcow · 10 months

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after just ober 14 years of being gluten free, and 25 years to the dayy of being celiac... thought i knew what i was doing. turns out, sometimes thungs that have been safe for most of those 14 years can suddenly not be, or things thay have been consistenyl safe for any amou t of time can fail to be, and it can be found out thr hard way. on my birthday no less. how rude of the thing.

Stomach is a veryvery very very big owie. Head is spinny. Brain feeels foggy. If there are typos in this post, I won't notice thwm until later because things all kinda feel funny and I'm typing primarily ftom muscle memory.

in loving memory of my sanity and wellbeing, which is currently M.I.A., please rebkog with or dm me a picturr of an amimal because mybrains is sad and wantsto see animals. also my tummy is sadder and after all this time i still dont actyally likethe taste of ginger ale but it helps. now i must take gravol and nap goodbye

#my post #celiac #its my birthday

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glitchysquidd · 1 year

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Love the new fic but also my brain went “oh he’s over 6’ feet and can easily rest his head on the fence? Welp 6’5”-6’6”” and now I cant stop thinking “reader’s poor fucking NECK”

BWAHHAHA

I mean during the first scene they are at least on there porch. Though yeah, owie owie.

Looking up at tall people honestly hurts after awhile

#anon ask

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biioniic-biiohazard · 11 months

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CURRENT MOOD is something along the lines offff: AGHHHH VIOLENT VIOLENT KILL KILL happy :D saddd :((( HORNY💥💥 sad again :(((((( nvm HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!! LOVE AND HOPE IN THE WORLD EVERYONE LOVES ME AND I LOVE THEM HEHE .the government wants me dead and so do i. ope nvm horny again BONER BONER BONER. killing myself on live television!!!!!!!! happy again. i feel sick! i might be dying!!! sex is gross!!!! i might be aroace!!! nevermind i love men and gay sex and also my boyfriend loves me so so much oh no what if i'm lying and WOW BOY PRETTY i might be bi still NUH UHHHHHHHH gay gay gay gayyy. gay. boykissing. okay sad again🔥🔥🔥FUCKINGF HAPPY 🔥🔥💥💥 i'm so cringe. i'm stupid and everyone hates me. I'M SO EEPY AND TIRED. full of energy! never sleep again!!!!!! my stomach hurts. my arms hurt. my head and eyes hurt. owie!! nevermind i am now physically numb and now I AM HAPPY AGAIN GOD LOVES ME god isn't real he has abandoned us long ago. also i am satanist. oh no unless. fuck. what. I HATE GOD I HOPE HE FUCKING DIES‼️‼️‼️💯💯 lol furries are so cool I'M SAD AGAIN no nuh uhh HAPPLYYYYY YAYYY HEHE YAYYY SO SILLY AND FUN I HAVE NEVER CRIED OR FROWNED OR BEEN UPSET IN MY LIFE. i am a liar everyone will leave me :(((( I AM NORMAL. okay happy again. sad. straight face emoji goes here. i love my boyfriend i need to grab onto him and never ever let go or i will blow up and die and kill myself and everyone else. BLOW UP THE WORLD!!!:!!!;!!!! GRINS WITH FIFTY ROWS OF TEETH. sadhappyhornyconfusedangry ***I FEEL FINE NOW***

really though what the hell is my problem why does my brain do that little wacky rollercoaster thing every night why am i so weird and gross and cringe!!!! kill

#world is a fuck!! kill em all 1989 millions of dead cops i am trash man #anyways yeah uh. erhm. what's my fucking problem and why did typing this mass of hell thoughts make me feel better and actually normal #what the fucki hate venting on the internet #GUYS IM CRINGE :((((#okay normal now :3 #but yeah what the fuck is my deal seriously #expect this to maybe be deleted as soon as i remember it exists but like wtf lol #pissed off that just typing out my thought process in the last like hour or two actually helped me feel betterish #also i am tired now. tired myself out being weird and awful on the internet #goodnight everyone see you next mentally ill moment

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 10 months

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Who wants some tidbits about OCs that I never talk about because my Tumblr profile has slowly been getting murdered thanks to hiatus

[REDACTED]/KREATUR/WESEN

- Spawned from the one (1) time I drew GL!Ranboo as a creature (because why not) while listening to ‘Bloody Mary’ on a five-hour loop and the idea that came from it went so far off course from canon that it went from an AU to an original story idea

- (In my defense I drew him when I was only 20 minutes into the first episode. I barely had any idea what I was getting into at the time so of course my creative drive was going to derail)

- (My brain needs to stop dragging people up when I’m 30 seconds into their source (iykyk))

- ANYWAY.

- Wesen’s real name has been lost to time. He’s not that old, he just doesn’t remember his name due to being punished whenever he tried to correct his captor on what it was

- His captor called him Kreatur ("Creature"; "die Kreatur - creature, creation, wretch, minion") to dehumanize and objectify him. This drove him insane for obvious reasons so he somehow got his hands on a German dictionary and fought to change his name to Wesen ("das Wesen [German] being, nature, essence, creature, character, entity") instead. Because if you’re gonna call him a creature you could at least be nice about it

- His captor let it go and he’s gone by Wesen for years since.

- Wesen’s also a walking bomb! He has a kill switch built in to the base of his skull that can also be used to give him a headache ranging from “oh owie” to “my brain is pressing against my skull and I am in agony”. If his captor cranks it all the way up his head will explode. It’s supposed to stop any act of rebellion and is therefore a literal explosive leash.

- He’s not aware of its existence and his captor gives him a headache severe enough to make him pass out from the pain if any of his fellow prisoners draw attention to it, so he won’t know it exists until it’s too late.

- It likely might’ve been put on him since he killed two people when a team tried to catch him. Maybe they should’ve left him alone, then.

- Wesen isn’t human. Avery (a fellow prisoner) calls him a canine, and she’s half right. He’s a dog-like bipedal creature with white fur covered in black spots

- I’ll get around to drawing him one day. He’s on the planned roster for Art Fight.

- He wouldn’t hurt a fly, most of the time. He’s sort of a doormat. That said, he’s not totally innocent and he does have blood on his hands--not all of it unintentional, either. His captor holds this above his head as a reason why they can’t let him go.

- He’s a lot smarter than he acts. Turns out he’s playing dumb, since—as he’ll later tell Avery—it’s saved his life over and over again.

- He’s masculine-leaning agender.

BELPHALAGOR

- Goes by “Bel”. Also masculine-leaning, but more genderfluid than agender.

- Belphalagor is a bipedal goat who swears he’s average height and everyone else is just a tallass. They use Wesen as its “proof” of this, but Wesen’s barely an inch over average height (5′ 9″)

- Whereas Bel herself is 3-4 feet tall.

- Bel is made of ink, sort of. He has flesh, but their blood is black, smells strongly of something not natural and is poison to ingest (as some more feral enemies will find out). It obviously wasn’t born this way but tends to dodge the question as to how this came to be.

- She’s stuck in a suit most of the time, but prefer wearing dresses. The once time he gets a chance to they jump on it.

- Bel’s eyes are closed 90% of the time, rendering them blind. It heavily depends on Wesen to guide her around.

- Something happens later on that reveals why he prefers to keep their eyes closed as much as possible.

- (he/they/it/she pronouns. Bugger’s collecting the things.)

[REDACTED]/AVERY

- Avery is the must humanoid of the bunch. This is because unlike the other two she’s not a canine creature or Mountain Goat stolen, experimented on, then stolen again. She’s a human that got kidnapped and freed herself when they tried turning her into a bird woman. (These people really like amalgamating animals with the weirdest shit.)

- She acts like your typical action woman cliche—no-nonsense, only sane person in the group, tragic backstory, “I don’t need a man”—but she’s not immune to being silly. She slowly drops her guard the more time she spends around idiots 1 and 2 (affectionate).

- They’re both fools but they’re HER fools and she loves them. (The sentiment is returned ten-fold once she drops the “I’m too good for you” act.)

- She’s a bit of a fool too, though she won’t admit it.

- She has a plague doctor mask pretty much fused to her face. A modern-day one, based off a crow. She can take it off, but it’s very painful and what’s underneath isn’t pretty.

- Her hair is pretty short and growing...Weird. It’s all spikey and feathered. She’s kept it short as much as she could until she can find someone to reverse this bloody bird transfusion.

- She’s also got feathers growing out of her arms. It’s painfully slow, but they’re becoming more noticeable as time goes on.

- She and Bel butt heads often over who should do what in what context. Sometimes they fight for so long that by the time they’ve worked it out Wesen’s solved the problem already.

- She and Wesen didn’t exactly hit it off immediately. She was a bit patronizing towards him; treating him like a dog or very slow human. Once she learns that he’s not that fucking dim, though, they bond very quickly.

- She’s the only cisgender one of the group. Bel calls her the “token female” despite also using she/her pronouns (likely just to piss off Avery, who always takes the bait).

- Avery’s name was given to be a play on “aviary”. She can’t stand it, but she doesn’t remember her old name so she’s currently stuck with it.

#El writes #Wesen #Belphalagor #Avery #Kill Switch #/a2t

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arcocomic · 1 year

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𝘼𝙍𝗖𝗢 | Chapter 1 | Page 21/51 ⭐︎ Index | First | Latest

Another oof ouch owie moment!

Real shit I genuinely don't know if this chapter should have, like, gore-content warnings because I honestly don't think it looks too explicit in my art style 😐 I ALSO think 99% of the people reading ARCO will have seen way worse things before in both fiction and IRL and I ALSO think most rating- and content warning systems are kind of patronizing. Like 'wow, this cartoony-looking comic shows blood, dismemberment and gun violence, surely 13 year olds will be traumatized by that!' (they probably won't...) Idk, just some personal gripes 🤷‍♀️ Just let me have a little dismemberment, as a treat... without having to think of the pure, feeble, impressionable minds of my (non-existent? are you out there?) teen readers.

Notice that Donna seems quite worried for Angel's wellbeing, despite Angel literally ripping out the brain of Donna's trusted companion a few moments ago and continuously pointing a gun to her head. I WONDER what that may imply about their relationship... 🤔

#original comic #comics on tumblr #comic art #artists on tumblr #webcomic #comics #arcocomic #arcopages #arco1

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you-remind-me-of-the-babe · 2 years

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15, 32, 35 <3

Thanks for the ask! 💜

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I do not write, draw or highlight in books, nor do I dog-ear pages (with the exception of when I don’t have a bookmark, so it’ll just be the one that gets folded back when I read on). I don’t really have a reason why not, other than I often times don’t want to stop to do something like that. I’m usually too engrossed in the story. Not when I’m reading for pleasure anyway. If it’s for school or work then yes, I write all over them because I’ll come back for reference.

On the rare occasion I have taken a bath, I have taken a book in with me. I also take my books where ever, so they can get quite messy. Food, sand, water marks, sometimes mysterious stains. If I don’t read as often as I can I’ll never finish a book. A girl has to multitask!

And omg yes, I don’t fault anyone who does any of these things. (Especially the writing in books.) In fact if you are passionate enough in your books to do this then I probably love you even more because unbridled love/enthusiasm is the best!

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

I am terrible at remembering lyrics/lines/quotes etc. (At least in their entirety. I remember the vibe or idea sometimes.) I do have, like visuals very strongly in my head. Scenes that are imprinted there. Like I don’t remember the exact lines from the scene in Wayward Son when Baz uses Kiss it Better on Penny and she chastises him because it’s a “family spell” but I have a very clear picture of that scene burned in my brain, untouched by fan art interpretations of it. I don’t know why I thought of that particular scene, except for the fact that I’m often kissing owies for my kiddos and it makes me think of that scene. (So probably daily lol.) I’m soft for Baz and Penny’s relationship, and also for a spell that uses love to work. I’m healing you with love! And it really does work, even without magic.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

I don’t think I know a lot of writing “rules” (or at least I can’t think of any beyond like, punctuation/grammar rules). I never studied creative writing so maybe that’s why. I do like reading writing advice, but I think they should be taken with a grain of salt. Like yes, write what you know if that provides inspiration, but don’t let that stop you from doing some research/reading up on a topic, and then trying your hand at something unfamiliar if you are inspired to do so. Yes, show and not tell, but not if that leaves you staring/crying at your doc because you can’t think of the words to do that. Just tell and move on, baby. That’s the beauty of writing for you/for fun. Do it your way if you are into it/have the words. Bother the “rules”. If you like it, then rock on!

Questions from this list of asks

#tumblr ask game #ask game #writing asks #my writing

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vampire-named-gampire · 3 years

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17 questions tag!

thanks for tagging me @im-gettingby

nickname: my name is short so I don’t have one

zodiac: gemini

height: 175cm (5′8 for all you freaks)

last thing i googled: 175 cm into feet

song stuck in my head: one tik tok song that’s like “i was out of my mind” idk the title

number of followers: 68

amount of sleep: 6-7 hours

lucky number: eh

favourite song: the one song I’ll never get bored of is Mama by My Chemical Romance, but rn I’m really enjoying Fine Line by Harry Styles

favourite instrument: piano or cello

dream job: virologist

aesthetic: wannabe cottagecore jock (i’m neither of those things)

favourite author: I don’t have one

favourite animal noise: I just... all of them except the mosquito sound

random: my room is very messy and I have a headache

I tag whoever wants to do this because I honestly have no idea who’s been tagged yet

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bunjywunjy · 3 years

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Can I please get some owl facts? Cursed or blessed is fine

have you ever wondered: how the fuck did that owl just pop a perfect 180° kickflip with its goddam head?

well, good question! if you were to try it yourself, not only would you pop your noggin right off like your momma always warned you would happen if you kept leaning backwards over your chair like that, you'd also induce rapid brain death by kinking up the carotid arteries in your neck and preventing blood flow!

so how do owls pull this off?

well, two ways: the owl's carotid artery is buried deep inside their neck right next to their spine so it doesn't have very far to twist, aaaaaand also it turns out that owls have an emergency blood reserve right at the base of their skull.

this reserve is full of oxygenated blood that can be dumped directly to the owl's brain if they should happen to get a semi-lethal kink in their neck!

owie.

but this doesn't change the fact that every owl in existence is about one accident away from becoming the world's most morbid solo waterballoon fight, and you had no idea.

#cursed biology #medical

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oatmealcrisp-freak · 3 years

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On the subject of Kurumi

When she’s angry, Kurumi has super speed and serious strength, picking up heavy objects like they’re nothing. I seem to recall her displaying some level of invulnerability also, but can’t recall? Beating up other people never seems to hurt her though, and I can attest that punching things is owie. Kurumi also seems to show increased awareness of herself and others when she’s angry, like the adrenaline rush clears her head and she can see people and situations for who/what they are.

Consider this difference between this joke where Kurumi assumes a lollipop might work because sHaPeS:

and this joke:

Hello sudden awareness of self, situation, and others.

Now, in the class reunion chapter, Kusuo explains his mom to us a bit. She’s very forgetful, she can’t keep her days straight even with a routine schedule, and she’s very gullible, something that’s increased by her lack of overall threat awareness and always seeing the best in people. She also misreads cues a lot, and is clumsy.

Now, Saiki K doesn’t use the ‘emotions increase powers’ trope very often but it is alluded to. Before he realizes his head ball fell off, Kusuo thinks he threw the ball so hard because he was pissed off.

And then of course, there’s when he snaps and breaks a classroom and a few kids because he was so angry at how badly Akechi was beaten.

(jokes)

So I think that Kurumi has some level of ESP that shows predominantly when she’s angry. I’m firm in the belief it comes from her side of the family. Purple Means Power is a long standing trope, probably hence Kusuo’s purple eyes, which he inherited from Kurumi, who inherited them from Kumagoro. That also means they would have been born with these eye colours, so Kusuo’s screwing with worldwide evolution wouldn’t have affected that, and purple is, ofc, a very unusual eye colour. Given its rarity, it’s not a dominant trait, so it would also be unusual for that to carry through three generations. Kusuo’s are the most vibrant of the lot and I’m tempted to believe that’s an indication of power level.

On the note of genetics, while it’s perfectly reasonable to be a bit of an airhead, it’s a bit less usual for the gap to be as prominent as it is. Kumi and Kumagoro are shown to have average to high intelligence, realizing things about their daughter’s family that neither Kuniharu nor Kurumi pick up on, being Kusuke’s out of this world vitriol for his brother.

(Like what else could this be? Literally the only people in canon who know wtfs up and they’re put on a bus lmao)

Likewise, Kusuke and Kusuo are, well. Themselves. Kuniharu’s intelligence is average, he’s just astoundingly immature. He’s good with his hands though, being able to somehow make a toy car out of one of Kusuo’s limiters. So Kurumi’s lack sticks out like a bit of a sore thumb. Genetics play a role in levels of intelligence. And though it’s really not that deep,

because it’s a gag-manga, IRL that sort of gap, at least in my (granted, limited) experience, is generally an indication of some form of trauma, intellectual disability, learning disability, or a symptom of conditions that cause extreme brain fog.

So if you play Saiki K straight (which I know is hard cus it’s gay AF) it wouldn’t be a stretch to view Kurumi in that light.

So in long, Kurumi may very well have psychic abilities that are impeded by brain damage, thank you for coming to my TED talk, drive home safely and wear a helmet on your bicycle.

#freaks fics #freaks essays

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downywrites · 3 years

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bird took request and wrote it. bird hope’s its oke. It’s late here I will die thanks

Ask here

Aww, thanks mate. I really appreciate it! Let’s get on with the writing, shall we?

It was a known fact that Schlatt was not the nicest of people. The ram constantly pissed people off, made rules that made the others spiteful, and, to put it simply, enraged his subjects. And, boy, did they love to voice it. Quackity groaned loudly, slamming his face into the desk of papers he had. The worst part? It didn’t even hurt. The paperwork stacks were big enough that his face never made contact with the table. The vice president’s wings flapped slightly in their work binds. “Why is there so fucking much?!?”

Tubbo sighed, ears flicking downwards even more, scuffing his hoof on the floor dejectedly. “I dunno, man. Is this just the same letter, mailed like 17 different times?” A tired puff of air escaped his mouth as he glared tiredly at a veritable pile of angrily sign letters, each with the same to and from. The duo’s tempers were building to a breaking point. Tubbo ground his hoof into the unpolished floors as he grit his teeth. “Shouldn’t Schlatt be here to at least see what they are saying? He really doesn’t understand his people…”

Quackity scoffed at the goat hybrid’s words, hands itching to yank the old, musty books from the presidents that had preceded the fool that currently controlled the country. The duck pulled off his work restraints that he wore, unloosening the leather straps and letting them fall on the floor. “I’m done with this shit. It’s time to make him pay.” Tubbo shied away from the idea. “I don’t think that’s a good idea...he might kill us if we do anything bad to him.” The other turned around, eyes gleaming with the man’s old playfulness. “Nah, we’ll do something bad that he can’t prove. Something so devious, that stupid grass-grazer wouldn’t see it coming.” He rubbed his hands together, chuckling like a madman while ignoring the protest of the other herbivore in the room. “Hey, I’m also a-” “Tubbo.”

The smaller of the two stepped back into a small pile of letters, nervousness spiking at the change of tone. “I- uh, sorry?” Quackity clapped his hands together. “We strike at dawn.” Sighing with relief, Tubbo nodded, ears flopping slightly as he did so. He headbutted the other carefully, tail wagging when the other pat his head a little. “You really don’t give a fuck what Schlatt says about your butting tendencies, do ya?” Tubbo giggled, a light, reedy sound that echoed slightly in the absence of the person who usually occupied the place. “Yeah, nah. I don’t think Schlatt cares about me enough to worry about that.”

Quackity wanted to say otherwise, eyes glancing to his desks and back to the minor. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words refused to come out, jamming and freezing up right before he could say anything. Shutting his mouth so he didn’t look like a fool, the gambler watched as the land-dwelling hybrid sorted through some of the piles with careful hands. A sense of warmth and fondness grew in his heart before he could put it out. He shook his head vigorously at the thought. ‘No, I can’t bond with him. A gambler never shows his cards.’

Another voice in his head disagreed with his words, slamming their cards down on the table. “Well, are we a gambler right now, or are we a vice president? It's a change, Quackity. You need to understand. Tubbo loves you. Are you going to love him back, or make him sad?’ One of his hands came to rub at his temple. ‘Damn, I didn’t think that taking such a random spot in the cabinet would make me have to change so many of my habits.’ Ironically enough, Tubbo piped up at that very moment.

“Hey, as the vice president of the whole of the country, I think you could answer a few of these ourselves!”” His ears perked up in excitement, his little puffy tail wagging behind him as he sorted out some of the lesser complaints and twirled a fountain pen in between his fingers. Sitting down on one of the couches, his eyes scanned over one of the letters, wincing at the harshness of the words on the weak parchment. The sound of the pen nib scratching against the back of the paper cut through the silence in the room adjoining the office. Wings flapped slightly as he moved. Sitting down carefully next to the younger, he crossed his legs over each other, eyes glancing at the squid ink on the paper.

After a while of silent writing, his voice, croaky from smoke and yelling and all that which is bad, escaped him. “Hey, you know, I never really got to tell you my plan.” A small, little breezy laugh from the other. His voice rang out, all sweet and flowery, like a bee that had just landed on a flower, yet sharp underneath, like the stinger nestled deep in the insect’s body. “Go on, tell me big man. I’d like to hear it.” Their voices intertwined as the rain poured outside, drumming melodically on the old shingles of the presidential house.

The calm never lasted long enough for anyone’s liking. The lights of the sun’s first rays slipped through the room, casting a dancing shimmer onto Tubbo and Quackity’s resting faces. The duck hybrid blinked himself awake, wincing at the light drilling into his eyes from the stained glass window. “Ugh..” Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, he winced at the pop and crunch of his joints shifting. “Ouch. Bad sleeping positions can suck my dick.”

The duck hybrid craned his neck to look at the other sleeping figure, unsurprised at the sight of the much heavier sleeper still passed out on the couch where he was working last night. The boy looked so calm, his face a shade of yellow and gold from the morning light. Quackity couldn’t help but smile at him. The peaceful scene would be adorable in any place, in any setting.

But he knew that the peace wouldn’t stay for long. Once the day began, there would be lots of work to do. All of the papers that he and his ally had not finished would be a problem to solve, that was for sure. It didn’t help that Tubbo tried to make each letter he answered thoughtful and carefully worded, making it even longer to answer a single thing. All in all, if he didn’t try to finish it or try to hide the extra stuff that hadn’t been finished, the silence and calm that pervaded the room wouldn’t be around long enough to give the goat a good night’s sleep.

Walking over to the side of the room that Tubbo resided in, he poked him slightly, reluctant to wake the resting boy. “..Tubbo? You there, buddy?” No response from him. His chest rose and fell in a calming pattern, like the tides just barely kissing the beach. “Tubbo? Schlatt might be mad if he thinks we fell asleep on the job…” The boy’s ears twitched slightly. His eyes slowly opened a crack, just barely. A yawn, then, loud and almost violent compared to the gentle, restful sleep he seemed to have been in. “Hmm.” His half-open eyes came to rest on Quackity, a small smile gracing his face. “Hello there. Wha’ did I miss?”

The slur in his voice only accentuated the cuteness behind his words. “Nothing much, just need you to be away before the ‘big boss’ shows up.” The duck added a little roll of his eyes and some air quotes to spice up his words, wings fluttering up and out in a show of agitation. A sleepy giggle got rid of any regrowing hostility towards the irritating president. “Is our plan still the same? No hurting him, right?” A quack and a sigh. “Fine, no hurting him. I hope your little plan is just as good as my original one, you tiny goat.” He shuffled towards the coffee machine in the corner of the room, cursing lightly when he bumped into the blunted edge of the table as he did so. Tubbo began to stretch out himself, muscles cramped from being on the couch for so long. “When d’you think he’s comin’ in?” He shrugged, holding out two coffee cups in his hands. “Who knows. The man’s got a schedule that could make even XD weep.”

The room filled with the scent of fresh brew, making Tubbo wrinkle his nose in slight distaste. He never quite liked the scent of coffee, but he refused to tell Quackity that. Moving back towards the table in front of Tubbo, the elder of the two placed down the two mugs, now full of the dark, deep brown liquid. “Want creamer or sugar or something, little bud? Didn’t put any in, just in case I fucked up your morning joe. Couldn’t have that, could we?” “No, we couldn’t, big man. Would be a mighty shame.” Tubbo put it to his lips anyways, wincing at the acrid taste that cursed his sensitive taste buds. And the burning sensation. That too. He put it down quickly, hissing slightly. “Owie.” Quackity chuckled, a twinge of concern lacing his laugh. “You good, Tubbo? That was some scalding stuff you just chugged. Might want to blow on that first.” The sound of a door creaking open made them both tense slightly. ‘Here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo!’ supplied his mind, rather unhelpfully. ‘Here comes the sun!’ He couldn’t even trust his brain to play the right song. Classic Quackers.

The man of the hour walked into the room, scuffed and scratched hooves raking on the floor and producing a nasty noise as he walked. Not even bothering to hand his coat up, the man tossed it onto the floor, the unironed, probably unwashed jacket making the soft sound of fabric crumpling onto the wood as he went. “What’s up, fuckers?” A loud slam made Tubbo flinch significantly more, prompting the duck to instinctively shield him with his wing. “Hello, Schlatt.” Tubbo looked at the man through his friend’s wings, half in awe of how fast his tone changed and half in fear. It was obvious that the two of them hadn’t finished the work they were told they were to do yesterday. He pinned his ears back, already whimpering in fear.

A shit eating grin grew on the ram’s face at the sight of the room. “So, it seems you two idiots haven’t finished the work I gave you yesterday.” He walked more into the room, towering over the two seated people with a look of condescension clearly saturated on his face. “Looks like you two need a punishment.” Quackity’s face hardened. Tubbo’s face contorted into an expression of fear. “Just a little punishment…”

Quackity really, really wanted to slam his face into the desk again. “He gave us MORE paperwork?!? And then he left his office? AGAIN? UGH!” The secretary whined a little as well. “I mean, at the very least, he could have told us just to finish a little bit less...he kind of, uh, showed us an entire mountain of work he had been failing to work on for, like, a month!” Quackity trilled loudly in agreement, startling him into dropping the wad of papers he had in his hand. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about! Stand up to the Schlass!” Tubbo couldn’t help the resulting snort. “The Schlass?” “Yeah! Schlatt and ass together equals Schlass!” The boy couldn’t help but stare at him.

“...Yeah, okay, not the best name ever. But!” Quackity perked up, eyes still grealming with mischief. “We can still enact our plan tonight!” The goat hybrid’s tail wiggled happily behind him, a small puff of forest brown and mocha with extra cream making a blur where his pants met his shirt. “Yess!” Quackity’s sorting got a little faster, energy restored by the reaction he got from the younger. “All we have to do is wait…”

When Schlatt said that he was into bondage, he did not mean this. Not in the slightest. Schlatt struggled in the ropes, eyes a mix of confused and sleepy. The afternoon light was still visible through the slits in his presidential bedroom, so he presumed he hadn’t been kidnapped or been knocked out for more than a day or two. “What the fuck is going on?” The sound of a familiar gait made him simultaneously relax and tense up. “Quackity? Get me out of this shit, you fucking weak excuse of a vice president!” The duck hybrid stepped into his range of vision, face fitted with a look of indifference and condescension, something he was familiar with seeing in the mirror every morning. “You know, you’ve been rude to us all week. Actually, all month. Maybe even the last few months?” Schlatt had the nerve to look sheepish. “You didn’t like it? Then why didn’t you tell me-”

Quackity cut him off with a loud huff. “Why didn’t I tell you? I wonder why, dipshit!” He threw his hands up in the air, his silhouette at the door looking more menacing than the real deal. “Really, Schlatt! For someone who struts his stuff every four seconds, you really don’t know when we need you or when you need to stop acting!” His ears pulled back a little in his anger. And, all of a sudden, his anger vanished into something else. “But, Tubbo told me to use my anger for something else. Tubbo..” He trailed off, eyes unfocusing for a moment. “He helped center me a little more. And, yes, you’re an asshole, but all it takes to make you realize the problems we have is just a little nudge. And look!” Black eyes bored into nervous rectangular. “This is more than just a nudge at this point.” The ram tensed while he processed. Within a few seconds, he calmed down, relaxing a bit more. “So you’re not gonna stab me. Great. Is that all?”

He got an eyebrow raise for the effort. “Oh, that’s not all, buster. Since I didn’t want you to get off scot free, I decided Tubbo and I would be able to mess with you while you’re still down for the count!” With that, he moved closer to the man, tasering his sides roughly to get a quick reaction out of him. The ram bucked and laughed, eyes widening from the sudden jolts of tickling lighting arcing down his spine. “AHAHA! DUhuckie?!?” The sound of hoofsteps rapidly approached the door, slowing only to reveal a small, fluffy bed of hair peeking out to the side of the rectangle of light. “Can I help now? Or do you still want to finish your epic monologue?” Quackity nodded. “Yeah, let’s wreck this cocky bastard’s shit. You know, just a little punishment.” If Schlatt’s fur could pale, it would have.

“No, no, no..Let’s t-talk this out, here..” He shook his head vehemently at the two devious pairs of eyes closing in on him. A pair of hands gently scratched at his ribs, working their way down. They carefully rubbed between the bones, trying to be soft and gentle. The president burst into soft laughter, squirming in his bonds. “Does that tickle, Mr. President? I sure hope so!” Prime, Tubbo’s voice was just so cute. Schlatt didn’t have the heart to be mad at the sweet thing tickling him so kindly. On the other hand...where was Quackity? As if he was summoned by the very thought, the vice president latched onto his hips, kneading them quickly and frenetically. The sudden change made him arch his back with a loud (and rather girly) shriek. A small patch of red bloomed under his fur.

“Was that a shriek? Damn, Ram! Didn’t know you could go falsetto!” Tubbo seemed more impressed than teasy, little stars glimmering in his eyes and a small ‘o’ on his face. The tickling started up again, this time with both of them going a little slower so the ram didn’t just deflate from the sudden sensations. Schlatt decided that this was infinitely worse. The light, almost nonexistent sensations were near unbearable to him. “Cuhuhuhut ihihit ohohut!” The smaller herbivore was quick to answer him. “Cut what out? If you want, I can go faster-”

“Nope! This is a punishment, not a chill session!...Is that what you kids call one of these?” The goat shook his head no.

“Well, fuck. I need a return on that stupid book.” The banter that was occuring was making his ears burn.

“Juhuhust shuhuh-hut thehe fuhuhuck uhuhup!” Quackity didn’t like that. Another round to his hips made him cackle and buck. “You really should shut your mouth for once, Rammy. Maybe you wouldn't have gotten yourself into so much trouble with us in the first place.” He trilled quietly into his ear, breath ghosting on it just enough for it to tickle. Tubbo giggled again, tail wagging with the knowledge (read:interrogation benefits) from one of his cabinet members fresh in his head. “Hey Quackity? According to the nice deer man, Mr. President here has ticklish hooves! He also, uh, can’t stand the light stuff.”

The ram’s eyes bugged out, hot blood rushing to his face. “W-where- what? How? You fucker, who did you bribe-” “No bribes! Just some really, really good convincing~” Quackity purred, feathers ruffling with a sense of pride and a hint of mischief. “Really, really good…” Schlatt shook his head, muttering little ‘no’s under his breath. “Dohohon’t yohohou fuhuhucking dahahare.” Flicking his ears back to ignore the little coos that came from the duck, he focused on Tubbo, eyes pleading for help silently. Tubbo pinned his ears in empathy, but he didn’t move to help him. Instead, the boy pulled out a small, pitch black feather, healthy sheen obvious in the doorway’s light. Positioning himself at the struggling president’s hooves, he made a thumb’s up gesture, avoiding the slightly heated glare of the elder herbivore.

“Sorry, sir. I have to help the one who’s in charge right now.” Feathers puffed up even more, making the duck hybrid look more fluffy and pettable by the second (not that the ram would pet him after this shit. No way). “That’s right, bitch. I’m in charge right now. And I say that we get revenge on this little shit right here.” Quackity took the man’s other ankle into his clutches, placing his finger directly on the squishy, sensitive part of his hoof. It trembled underneath his touch, a small whimper escaping the ram at the extra warmth of anticipation flooded his system.

“Dohon’t fuhucking tehease….”

“Or what, big guy? Kill me? Fire me? You don’t have the balls.”

The finger slowly wiggled its way down his hoof, the owner delighting in the giggles and squirming that it caused. “And, besides, you like this, don’tcha?” He glanced at the man’s tail, the little puff wiggling where it was on the pillows. “I can see your tail, Rammy.” Schlatt turned away from them, trying in vain to shield his red face from view. “S-shuhuhut thehehe fuhuhuck uhuhup!” Tubbo decided to join in on the fun, dragging the feather over the outer parts of his hooves. The resulting flinch and squeal was worth it.

Quackity took it slow, circling the smooth pad on the inside of the hoof and using his nails ever so slightly. It was absolute torture, but Schlatt lived for that type of stuff. His tail thumped violently against the bed as they teased him, giving away his feelings to the duo wrecking him.

“Aww, is Rammy liking this? That’s so cute…~”

“Quackity, his face is so pink! It’s cute!”

Ah, well. There goes his dignity. Another finger traced on his hoof, making his giggles hike up in pitch and volume. The ticklish feeling suffused throughout his whole body, arcing like electricity at his extremities. Nails scratched at his hoof, this time a little faster and aiming to make it as ticklish as physically possible. The feather on his other hoof began to swipe within the more sensitive inner areas. “AHA! IHAhaHA’M SAHAreheHEHEE! PleHEHeaSE!” “are you though?~” He nodded his head frantically through his laughter, tears pricking at his eyes. “MEHEHERCY!” Tubbo and Quackity exchanged a glance. “Think he’s had enough, Tubbo?” “Yeah, I think he has.” He relaxed his shoulders a little in relief. “For now.” Nevermind.

The tickling slowed down, rubbing away the sparking feeling left behind. His giggles subsided slowly as they cooed at him. Schlatt’s tail, however, never stopped wagging, beating the mattress in a steady beat. Quackity untied the knots slowly, smiling at the panting ram. “Had fun, Schlatt?” A glare, then. “Just get me down from here, vice.” “Yes, sir.” And if the deer cabinet member found himself in a sticky situation a very miffed president set up for him, no-one was the wiser. Except for his right-hand men, of course. Who would he be without them?

#Lee!schlatt #ler!quackity #ler!tubbo #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #my writing #tickle fic #i need to find the link for this tmrw morning #sfw tickling

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sindrakart · 3 years

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The last image made me confused about timeline stuff for a second (cuz I wasn't sure wether this was a "Loboto was never in the asylum" au or not, but my brain tried to overcompensate and now I accidentally made an au that made myself sad so I am gonna share with you because why not:

Eherm: Au (?) where constantly sickly little kid Crispin is basically in and out of the hospital most of his childhood and he makes friends with that weird, gangly kid that has his head bandaged up and they tried some new sort of procedure on his parents won't even talk to him about.

Crispin is glad he finally has found someone he can infodump about the cool science book he got from the library last week, even if his new friend doesn't bring much to the conversation just yet (But he also seems to seek out his company so he is prrrrooobably enjoying his time with him?) . Caligosto is glad to have anyone talking to him and be happy to see him and distract him from the pain (And sometimes his friend brings in some national geographic type of book and they look at deep sea fish together)

AWWW THAT IS SO GOOD

My AU takes place post-Psychonauts 2 where, after the events of Rhombus of Ruin, some of Lobotos powers were restored, so they put him in the internship program. I apologize for the lack of any sort of chronological order, I just sorta post whatever makes me laugh most JGDHHF

Anyway THIS IS THE FREAKING CUTEST, SADDEST IDEA. I LOVE it but oof owie my heart (in a good way). Crispin is so quiet and polite too, so he's a refreshing presence for Lob, who has to deal with prodding doctors and his harsh parents most of the time. I think he'd be curious about Crispin's accent and try to figure out where he's from when he's a little more aware again, and they could relate to each other through the way their parents treat them

#psychonauts #psychonauts au #caligosto loboto #crispin whytehead #anon ask #i LOVE this oh man anon would you be opposed if I wrote something about this?? i kinda want to (no promises but its SO good)

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runin-reads · 4 years

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How the National Japan team flirt with Iwaizumi

ATSUMU —> As soon as he sees Iwa for the first time, mf is on his knees like “owie 🥺my ankle hurts. If only 👀 Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer👅😳 were here to help...” like its okay tsumu, the rest of us are like that too. 😌Will post pics of Iwa on private story like “mine knows how to lift 🥵” but won’t say shit in real life until much later on, because believe it or not when he gets serious about someone, mans does NOT know how to flirt. Overall very theatric and Iwa notices straight away lmao. It also helps that Atsumu vaguely reminds him of oikawa, so Iwa takes all of this in stride, remaining unbothered (ugh king 😩👑 ) stutters over his confession, does it in front of people to make a statement. People clown his crush on Iwa the most PFFT.

USHIJIMA —> I feel like after the very canon, very real fling in California, he’s confident in his abilities to get along with him. He’s also very straightforward and unashamed. Will straight up say “Are you free tonight? I would like to take you out to dinner” in the middle of practice whilst Iwa’s bandaging someone up like 🧍‍♂️🩹 and Toshi’s just there like 🧍‍♂️🗿💐 in other words:

KAGEYAMA —> has known Iwa for the longest and has probably crushed on him in middle school. Even to this day I think his admiration remains, so he’s constantly asking Iwaizumi for feedback on his actions, and asking him for tips on how to prevent injuries etc. LOVES getting head pats, that’s probably his love language ngl. Confesses confidently whilst struggling to ease his nerves: “I-Iwaizumi San? Do you want to stay behind to help me practice?” Doesn’t even ask him to do on a date lol, volleyball IS the date. PERIODT TOBIO-CHAN!! 😤💅

HINATA —> similar to Komori since he’s always talking to everyone around him and being friendly. However 😏😏 he spent 2+ years in Brazil 🇧🇷 for what exactly? He KNOWS how to flirt and he’s confident about it too! Very smooth talker, iwa won’t realise hes building up to a pick up line until it hits him, and when it does everyone’s like 🤭😧😳 and hinata’s like 😊🤗☀️. I also feel like he flirts with his eyes. As in you’ll know he’s into someone when he gives that that intense look he usually saves for volleyball. Very straightforward confession, doesn’t care if they’re alone: “hey Iwaizumi San? Wanna go back to my place? Maybe grab some food? :D”

SAKUSA —> he does it ✨respectfully✨ he keeps his distance and admires from a far for a while. Catches feelings after Iwa treats an injury he has. Flirts by asking for his opinion on basically everything and constantly asks for advice on how to improve his volleyball plays and is eager to learn about Iwa and his profession, so asks a lot of questions about Iwa too. That’s his idea of flirting lmao, showing a lot of interest and respecting their ideas.

BOKUTO —> constantly impressed by every little thing Iwa does!! “Wow that’s so cool!!” “I’m literally just adding a bandaid but thank you”. He flirts by telling Iwa about everything that happens in his life and always invites him to hang out after practice etc. I can imagine hovering over Iwa to watch in amazement as he does the most simplest things . “I’m washing my hands, why are you watching?” “I need to make sure Im doing it properly!!”

ARAN —> Idk much about him, but I do know he’s a massive gentleman!! Will offer constant help to Iwa whether it be fetching spare towels, propping someone up whilst Iwa diagnoses their injury etc! (Ugh we love a respectful man! Iwa chan what else that brain do? 👅💦) Asks Iwa to talk in private and asks him to have food/coffee with him, and with a shy smile as well! (Wow look at him go 😊😊)

YAKU —> SUAVE MF lmao. You CANNOT look at his new hairstyle and tell me that he WOULDN’T be good at flirting, dude please- he’d probably pull his sunglasses 😎😉down his nose and give a long once over before licking his lips and rubbing his ands and- okay he isn’t a complete playboy. 😳 anyways he starts conversations easily with Iwa and slips in teasing jokes to see his reaction, before shooting his shot once they’re alone. “So are you free this weekend?” And he says this whilst looking over the top of his sunglasses, sir please 😩✋

HOSHIUMI —> EXCITED BOI!! 😤😆Eagerly asks if he needs assistance, works extra hard during practice to show off. Probably asks iwa to go to the gym with him because he’s so excited to become his friend! Confesses loudly, probably in private. The nerves cause him to shout out his confession: “I-Iwaizumi Hajime san! I like you okay?!” And he lowkey startled Iwa with his yelling lmao, baby 🥺🥺

KOMORI —> honestly I feel like he doesn’t even come off as very flirtatious until he straight up winks at Iwa after telling a joke. Lmao. He’s just very friendly to everyone so when he goes from 😊 to 😉😏 everyone’s like “....AYO🔈WE AIN’T EVER DID THAT BEFORE 🔈WHY YOU THOUGHT TODAY WAS GOOD?!🔈” lMAO please they’d be so caught off guard. 💀I think he’s the type to make small talk about anything when he’s interested in someone yk. He’ll do it in the middle of practice too right after a receive like “hey, New Years is coming up, you got plans?” and Iwa’s just there like ??? There’s another ball coming to you? Are you not gonna get it or... and then Iwa receives it which causes every bodies jaws to DROP, and komori falls even deeper because liberos just work like that. 🤪 (okay Iwa chan 😩) lowkey shy when he confesses🥺 he laughs a lot to ease his nerves

GAO —> AYO 🔇 WHO LET THE HIMBO OUT? 😹😹 LOCK HIM UP!! 🔇 okay but seriously this man tries cracking jokes with Iwa nearby and no one but Hoshiumi cracks up. Despite him being confident he’d confess in private because having a crush makes him pretty shy, believe it or not.

HYAKUZAWA —> very quiet 🥺 he would rather watch from afar, and when he confesses he does it with a lot of determination in his heart! (You got this hyaku!!) we don’t see much of him, but I just know he doesn’t shoot his shot until much, much later.

Bonus!! How kuroo would flirt with Iwaizumi

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