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idesofrevolution · 1 year

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Be Like Me

You didn't really know him. Back in the day, perhaps you knew Nick Kessler, but as far as the "Nicky" Kessler he is today... He might as well have been a total stranger. You lived in the same town, you grew up together, you were in the same classes, you even were known to have hung out on occasion. But as things do, life has it's own plan. You sort of faded into the background, and he to the forefront. He Nick was quiet, reserved, even awkward at times- a stark contrast to the boisterous, playful, rambunctious little degenerate he became.

He started to come out of his shell, hang with different people, started skateboarding and discovered he was quite good. His new friends were all popular, so he became popular. Thus, you watched from afar the blossoming of Nicky Kessler, your former friend, as you stayed the same. That isn't to say that he was rude, mean spirited, a bully like some of his pals. When you passed him in the halls, he always wanted a high five, or a noogie, or to mime punch like all stupid skater dudes do. But you always felt abandoned and left alone while he skyrocketed.

After high school he seemed to make his own way, posting a lot on Tik Tok and YouTube, eventually graduating to a very successful and you imagined fairly lucrative OnlyFans. It would be fair to say you admired him, living life on his terms, dressing the way he wanted, acting the way he did... being happy the way he was. Thus on that tepid day in town, as you walked down the street, the familiar chilled out (likely stoned) young twenty-something skater immediately gave you pause.

In the back of your mind, you wanted to avoid him. You didn't want him to see you like this, the way you ended up. Some square, vanilla normie that no one would pay notice to or even think of. Admiring from afar was safe, it was anonymous. Though in your heart of hearts, you desperately wanted to be Nicky. It was never meant to be, you thought, as you quickly turned to jettison back into the safety of the sidewalk crowd. Yet, as it does, life has it's own plan.

"Ayyyy no way!" The toked out tenor timbre of his voice soared over the chatter of the city, smacking the back of your head like a lead pipe. "Is it my boy over there? Can't be!" You sighed, knowing full well your cover was blown. Turning around, your eyes met. He grinned his dopey grin and jumped to his feet, running over to wrap you in his tight hug. Nicky was a pretty lean, almost lanky guy, but years of skating and partying had him surprisingly fit and able to nearly knock the wind out of you when his slender body slammed into you.

"Heh... Hey Nick. How's it going?" Your words fell out of your mouth with the heavy weight of anxiety. He released you from his bear hug, rustling your hair through his sweaty hands.

"Ahhh, you know me man! It's Nicky to you, my dude." You looked down at your feet, chuckling to yourself. Did you know him? "I just finished up at the skate park, got a sick Airwalk on film and was gonna head home to edit it. Gotta keep up for my boys, am I right?" He slapped your shoulder with a jovial snicker. You nodded silently and smiled, unsure of what to even say. For a moment there, the silence was deafening, uncomfortably so. You could tell he was waiting for how you were doing, but your mouth had completely clamped shut. Thankfully, the silence was broken. "Ay, you got my number, right? We gonna hang sometime soon, I gotta hear all the crazy shit you been up to!" He pulled his phone out, air dropping his contact info before you even had a chance to respond. "Hit me up in a couple hours or so, yeah? Might film a little somethin' somethin' for OnlyFans, you know what I'm sayin? See you later, bro!" He slapped your back yet again, sauntering back over to the bench to pick his board up and roll away down the sidewalk.

The lingering scent of his cologne and unmistakable waft of sweat hung on you like draperies. He was known in high school for that musk, blowing off any anal retentive teacher which bothered to comment on it after he rolled into class. "I mean, teach you like it too am I right?" He'd always say, getting a chuckle out of the classmates as he plopped down in his seat up front. Everything always seemed to be so unserious. Any criticism, hate, or insult that was thrown his way just rolled off his baggy sweatshirt as if it were nothing. Each time you saw it, you were in awe. How nothing could get to him, how life was a party. Even today.

You made your way back home, taking the short route to avoid any more unexpected run ins. You shut the door and look around your apartment. It’s clean, it’s tidy, it’s indescribably boring. That smile and smell still hanging heavy on your mind, you look down at your phone. His number sat waiting for you. For the first time in forever, you throw your caution to the wind, and send him a text. Just one with your name, nothing more. You hit send and put your phone down, getting ready to go make your dinner. Less than one second passes, and you hear the ding.

Were you surprised? Yeah a bit. A guy like Nick was always up to something, you didn’t expect him to be quite so vigilant with his phone. Though as you inched closer to your phone, another ding. And then another, and another. Quickly you pick it up and unlock it.

Nicky: FUCK YEAHH DUDE! So glad to have you on the phone, man.

Nicky: Bruh, check these sunglasses out dude. A guy I collabed with left em here, hot as fuck.

Nicky: I’ll let you try em on when you get here dude. The boys are gonna think you’re me haha

It was as if your best friend was chatting you up, as if you’d been hanging out your whole lives. Nick was social alright, but you could really feel the excitement through the text. He was happy to hang out with you, not just happy; he wanted to hang out with you. You wiped the look of confusion off your face and replied asking the basic when and where.

You: Sure, what time? And where am I going?

Nicky: Just come on over, I’ll send you the address!

The ping of an address pin on your map showed him not too far away. A five minute walk at most. You wasted no time, grabbing only your keys before you walked out the door. The walk was indeed merely five minutes; before you knew it, you were standing outside the apartment building. Reading the text once more for brevity, you confirmed that Nick lived in apartment 3G. Meandering through the halls and up elevators, you did your best to quell any anxiety or preconceptions regarding your former best friend. Fighting the impostor syndrome which plagued you far beyond the social conundrum you found yourself in that day, you took a deep breath before stepping in front of the door marked 3G. Mustering your strength, you gently knocked on the door three times.

Almost immediately, the door swung open, and before you grinning from ear to ear, eyes covered by the stupid sunglasses he reappropriated and stifling his chuckles under his breath was Nick. He waved you in, and you were met with the sight of an adequate one bedroom apartment. It'd certainly been given the landlord special on more than one occasion, with a thick application of white latex paint covering switchplates, hinges, and miscellaneous fixings on the walls. The place had a certain musty smell to it. You could only compare it to cigarette smoke, freshly ground marijuana, and dirty laundry. Looking around the place, you could see where the scent emitted from all around the room. A still-smoking bong on the cluttered 1990's side table, an ashtray filled with cigarette butts on the kitchen countertop, a pile of dirty laundry shoved up against the wall next to either nine or ten pairs of beat up AirJordans.

The place was a mess, for certain. But as Nick sluggishly plopped down onto the old corduroy sofa, kicking his massive feet up onto the coffee table, it definitely fit the vibe which Nick radiated. Laid back, messy, but comfortable. You wandered over toward the sofa.

"My dude, did I not say these were fuckin' dope?" He flashed his face from side to side, showing off the stupid sunglasses.

"Yeah, man. They look great. Lucky you found them in here." He lounged back, grabbing the bong in his hand.

"Sorry bout the mess. I been goin' and goin' every day makin content, I haven't had time to pick up, you know what I mean?" He ignited the bowl, puffing out a large cloud in your face. Patting the seat next to him, you blushed ever so slightly as you sat down next to him. He smiles as he tosses his arm around your neck as he prepares to pass the bong to you. "So, my dude. What have you been u..."

Suddenly, the bong slipped from his hand, landing on your left thigh and spilling the brown bongwater all over your pants, shirt, and shoes. There was a moment of complete silence which fell over you two, before Nick began to burst into laughter. You, on the other hand were less than amused.

"Shit man, my bad. I've been hitting this for too long huh?" He laughed and slapped your shoulder. "I'll borrow you some clothes. Better than lookin' like you wet yourself, hah!" He jumped up and trudged over to the pile of laundry, ruffling through it. From over his shoulder, Nick tossed an old tee shirt, a grey sweatshirt, a pair of old blue Jordans. You look down at them with a quiet grimace, the dampness of the fabric betraying just how 'dirty' his laundry was.

"Looks like I'll be wet anyway..." You mutter under your breath, the wet scent of summer sweat and masculine musk wafting from the threads into your nose. Nick laughs jovially, shoving you to your feet and guiding you to the bathroom. His smile was sincere as the door shut behind you; despite his wild success and weirdly stunted mental age locked at 21 forever, he still maintained that genuine charm that you couldn't help but crave more of. In a way, he was the exact same Nick that he was in high school: endlessly lucky and effortlessly fun. Looking down at your stained clothes, you decided it would be rude to deny this gracious gesture and began to shuck your shirt and pants. Alas, even your underwear had to go- the stench of hash and fermenting bongwater had permeated even through your jeans. Looking around, you see Nick's used zebra print thong on the sink, huffing as you try to stifle the stiffy which had slowly been growing harder and harder as you breathed in the radiating musk.

Sighing, you snatch the thong off it's perch and slide it up your thighs. Nick was a slender guy and luckily for you, outside the wet G-string, he wore baggy clothes. You hope they'll fit better as you struggle to shove your hardening member into the small pouch. You look down at your hands, shiny with your best bro's sweat. As if moving altogether on their own, your sticky fingers approach your nose, as you take a big whiff of damp skater funk and tangy leftover spunk which coated the inside. You shudder, every huff releasing endorphin after endorphin. Not only was the smell growing on you... you were starting to feel as if you needed it.

You smile as you pull up his stained, baggy Carhartt workpants, laughing as they hang off your waist like two stovepipes, held up only by your plump but tight peach in the rear. You paw at your sizeable bulge, a sticky spot of pre slowly manifesting through the tightly woven denim. Maybe Nicky had the right idea with this whole street-casual thing, as you slipped on his dank old tee shirt the slightly cool moisture which slid across your skin like melted butter felt as if this was the way it was always meant to be: au naturale. Your long, slender arms found their way into the grey sweatshirt which draped across your skinny frame quite nicely. You couldn't help but smile- you looked fucking fantastic. That tanned, smooth skin you pride yourself on just felt at home in your bro's threads.

You sit down on the tile floor, shoving your feet into the massive Jordans, savoring that slimy, sticky sensation as your sole presses against the broken-in, comfy insole. Feeling Nicky's foot funk penetrate into every crevice and pore on your size 13 feet. You vaguely recall a memory from back in the day, where after skating, the two of you were roughhousing at his place and being the dopey lil punk he is, he would relish in his inevitable victory of shoving his smelly, beat up Chucks onto your face. Even more vague and dim was the memory of you tossing the fight to get just one more huff. You two had always been close, the best of friends really.

Though you didn't intend to, you couldn't help but accessorize, slipping on various pieces of Nicky's jewelry to tie it all together. Sharing is caring, and the look required it anyway. Smiling, you pull out your phone taking a snapshot of your new fit, as if you hadn't borrowed his clothes on the reg.

You whip around after one final grope of your throbbing and leaking bulge and saunter out of the bathroom. In the back of your hazy mind, you feel as if you haven't felt this good and authentic for a long time. Confusing, as you and Nicky hang constantly- you're basically attached at the sweaty hip. It's not as if you haven't raided his closet before, haven't felt his sour-saccharine sweat enveloping your lithe body. Walking into the living room once more, he sat stretched out on the couch, smiling from ear to ear.

"Ayyyyyyy look at my boy! All comfy and lookin' fine as fuck." You two fist bump as you collapse onto the sofa next to him, feeling his arm around the back of your neck. You snag the bong from the table, taking another rip from the 'chill machine' as you two know it. Mid exhale, you feel a pair of warm lips press against the nape of your neck and hear Nicky's soft whisper in your ear. "I got a present for ya. A lil' treat." A thump rings out in the room, his worn, beat up Jordans had hit the floor, and now resting on the tabletop among the various clutter were his sticky, sopping wet feet. The tsunami of moist heat bellowing from the shining sweat on his wrinkled soles thrust into your nostrils, a fervent reminder of your favorite 'friendly' pastime with Nicky. He chuckled under his breath as he swung his huge feet onto your lap, prodding your chin and the tip of your nose with his big toe.

You parted your lips, taking in one of those hot-as-hell toes into your mouth, sucking it until you felt him smile again. You were a foot fetishist's dream come true, and once Nicky had found out about that, he was always more than happy to oblige your filthy desires that he shared. His sweaty, stinking toes would go straight into your mouth, and when you finished...you'd get another. And another. Oh yes, and another!

"Mmmm," Nicky moaned as you sucked his toe clean. "Brooooo. You always looked so cute with your face smothered in my feet." You lapped up every drop of slimy footjuice, as he pressed his feet firmly against your head, teasingly massaging and pinching your skin between his toes. With his other hand, he reached down towards the bulge in his crotch, jerking his cock off as he watched you lick his feet. He pulled away, your skin seemingly stuck against the skin of his sole with glue. Nicky smirked with a cocky rise of the corner of his supple lips, watching as your face stretched and warped between his toes. It snapped back to place, ever so slightly sharper in definition. Whenever Nicky started playing with your body, sculpting it to his whim, you were thrilled to see the result.

You two were always finding new ways to explore the kinky needs each of you desperately desired. A new face whenever he willed it. A new body whenever he willed it. Waiting for the right match to finalize his perfect partner. Until then, you'd be forever changing. Forever being molded. Forever being broken apart. Forever being put back together. His cock twitched inside his pants, making a soft squelching sound as he wanked himself.

"I gotta say bro, I'm likin' what I'm makin' tonight. Might have to keep this one around for a while." He ran his fingers through your lengthening hair, feeling your sweaty locks fall gently against your strong shoulders. Your tattoos glistened and shimmered under the beadlets of sweat which had all but covered your entire body within his ripe threads. Nicky laughed, licking his lips as he stood up. He planted a kiss on your thin lips, his tongue exploring your mouth, happily chirping as the flavors of his own footsweat and your sweet saliva mingled on his tongue. He gripped his large, heavy balls, squeezing them together as he shot his load, shooting thick ropes of cum onto your face.

It dripped down your cheeks and your lips, dripping from your chin as it oozed over your sharp jawline. This was your life. An airheaded stoner skater who would do anything to keep his fantasy alive. You'd never let anyone else have such control over your body or mind apart from him. You loved it. You lived for it. And now, with Nicky's cum still dribbling down your chin, you smiled at him, showing him just how much you loved him. The two of you stood up in a huff, smirking in lust as you entered the bedroom and shut the door.

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The next few weeks were full of huge changes for you. You moved into your boyfriend's grody apartment and quit your dead end job to join him on his OnlyFans and livestreams. The money was more than enough to sustain you and Nicky, even if you had to take on odd jobs to make ends meet. You were always horny as hell, and Nicky would never turn you down. Whether you were bent over a table, lying on your stomach on the bed, or sprawled out on the floor, he was there to give you the dicking down you desperately needed. He was there to dress you up in his musky street clothes, or to make you wear his skimpy little thong before he took you out to the beach. You'd never been happier, and you were sure Nicky was too.

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 11 months

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#366

“Hey Boyd. You look ragged. Long day? Say I heard you earlier today on the phone with Tina. I take it she’s not coming back. Figured. You’ve been in a shitty mood since. And you are starting to fuck up around here. Actually, for the past few weeks I have been noticing it. She’s gone. She ain’t coming back. And you know it. Don’t you?...

“We’ve known each other for what, twenty five,… no closer to thirty years. You have worked for me almost twenty years. I’ve seen you go through countless women. I’ve stayed out of your relationships, and I haven’t flaunted my thing I have with Robby or the other boys in front of you. That’s been our understanding. But now it’s once again that shit creeping into your job here. I saw what you did today. If Rawlins hadn’t caught it,…

“Look I don’t want to go over the details. I’m already past it. I’m more focused on you. This is a vicious cycle for you. None of your relationships last more than a year. You meet a pretty woman in town. You fuck her. If she can’t handle your big dick you dump her and look for another. If she can, you treat her wonderfully. That is until you have a few drinks. Then you start slapping and demanding, and the downward trend starts. Am I right?...

“Yeah. You need some advice. Your dad’s gone. You have no brothers. I’m the guy you have known the longest. So I am just going to say this. We are a lot alike. A lot. Not the part about me liking boys and you liking girls. No. We are two ornery old men. We demand a lot. And you know what? We are entitled to it.

“When I get home from a hard day’s work, Robby is waiting with food on the table and a blowjob. That’s what you need…. I ain’t talking about you getting a fag. Although that would not be a bad idea. No, you need someone with the kind of mindset he has. You ain’t going to find that at Gordy’s Tavern. Those skanks don’t know how to treat a real man and his needs.

“You know you have a reputation of being a big selfish prick with a selfish big prick? Most everyone knows you are abusive. How the hell are you going to find a woman? You are going to have to go to Denver. And you are going to have to look for a woman who will take your demands.

“…Of course, they exist. That mindset is more prevalent on the fag side though. Fags will come begging to worship a real man and do whatever he says. The shit I do to Robby….

“Hold on, let me get him down here…. I just text him to bring the truck around…. No, I just want to show you something….

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“…Get over here. Robby, stand in front of Boyd.

“Boyd, smack Bobby across the face like you would if he was a woman and you were drunk…. I’m serious. Smack him. Boyd, you fucked up royally today. I want you to smack him…. Or do you want me to get Rawlins over here to pick up your slack?

“…Heh heh heh. Thought that would do it. Damn, you knocked him to the ground. No wonder you can’t keep a woman.

“What do you say, boy?

“You hear that? He’s thanking you for hitting him. That’s what I am talking about. You need to find that mindset, then worry about the looks. Cunt here—that’s his name when we are at home—knows that he’s here for my needs, wants, desires, impulses, and so on. If I want to smack him, I’m gonna. He knows he’s an instrument to use.

“No, stay down there boy. I got to take a piss.

“Boyd watch this. The cunt will drink my piss. Why? Because I want him to. …Ahhh. Feels so good. Look at him trying to catch it in his mouth.

“This is what you need. We can work on you getting a bitch to treat this way. Seriously, I want to help you with that. I have some connections in Denver. Or I can easily get you a fag to use. If you want to use Cunt here for the weekend, I’m fine with it. He does what he’s told, so he will be OK with it….

“Why don’t you take your dick out and take a piss? I noticed your curiosity enjoying what you were seeing. Aim for his mouth. Hell, aim anywhere you want. When we get back to the house, he’s going to be naked anyways. Drench him. Go on do it. Or, are you pee shy?

“Thought so. You know, when I suggest something for you to do, just do it. I shouldn’t have to tease you into doing it.

“That looks so good. So natural.

“Drink it down, boy. That piss is pure gold that filling your mouth.

“Damn, that is one large piece of meat. I know I saw it many years ago, but I didn’t stop and stare back then. You got a lot of overhang skin there…. Oh my. Oh my my my my my. Don’t shake it. Pull your foreskin back, all the way back. Oh my.

“Oh boy! Faggot! Get on your knees and look at his dick. He’s got something for you.

“Keep your skin pulled back. Cunt here needs to see what’s there. More importantly he needs to smell it…. Look at him. He’s actually grossed out at your dick cheese…. Fuck do not apologize. Fag boy here told me that smegma is the one thing that grosses him out more than anything else. Look him gagging.

“I have been looking for dick cheese for him to clean. I wish I wasn’t cut, just so I can feed him.

“Cunt Toilet, clean him off.

“Boyd, I’m not going to even ask you. Your cock is getting hard by just me talking about. Let me hold his head in place. Step closer. Let him smell it.

“That smell nasty boy? Nasty. Look at that. It’s caked on there.

“Feed it to him. Don’t hesitate. Don’t worry that he’s a fag. He’s a knob cleaner. Look, the other workers have already gone. We are two miles from the nearest person. It’s just us three. No one will ever know we are doing here. Stick it in his mouth.

“Fuck yeah! Listen to him gag.

“Faggot! Don’t you dare throw that up. I will make you eat the vomit off the mud on the ground.

“When was the last time you took a shower?...

“Hear that Cunt boy? Wednesday morning. That’s three days of hard work sweating in the sun. That’s three-day fermented cheese you are cleaning. He also has three days of ass sweat too. Three days of saddle stink. You’ll clean that too.

“Yeah eats ass too. But that would need to be done inside. I have a chair for you to sit on where he climbs under your ass and slurp away. A three-day saddle stink. Fuck yeah.

“Oh shit. You are enjoying his tongue on your cock hunh? I can see the ecstasy on your face.

“Cunt boy! Show him how deep your throat is. Take him to the root.

“I told ya, faggot cunts are capable and willing to do the nasty shit that bitches won’t. Once you get over the fact that they don’t have a real pussy, but one in back will make do, it’s easy to make the switch.

“Say, I was going to take the cunt with to Denver to see what kind of trouble I could get us into over this three-day weekend. Instead, how would you like to spend the weekend here with us. You can watch me do all the shit I can to him. You can even join in. You have full access to his holes to use as you want…. Or not. You could have him wait on you without doing anything along those lines. He’ll cook for you, give you a massage—he’s certified to give them. He will take your beatings, drink your piss, clean your ass, clean your dick, whatever you want. He has a deep cunt. He can take that baseball bat of yours. The more brutal, nasty, and demeaning, the better.

“You want to give it a try? If you need, I have cases of ice cold beer and bottles of Jack, for you to unleash the man you really are. You wanna do it?...

“Then let’s do it.”

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vole-mon-amour · 11 months

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3x11, part 3. RJK edition.

Listen. LISTEN. The boy feels so lost & his home is PEOPLE. Roy & Jamie are RIGHT. THERE. I NEED it. I need not only Jamie having vulnerable moments with Roy, I need Roy to be able to talk about it and/or at least hold Jamie and mean it. I need to see Jamie hugging both of them and feeling safe, and loved, and HOME. I need Jamie to know that he belongs, and he's good, and he deserves all the good things only.

This is honestly such a huge topic & I've been thinking about it from time to time. Jamie/happiness please and thank you. And somebody quietly take out his dad so Jamie can process it and let out a sigh of relief. I know it's not that easy, I've been there, still going through it tbh, a lot of trauma and feelings, but still.

Babe, your hair is beautiful & I love it, don't listen to that.

Keeley: puts even more pressure on Jamie to the point where Jamie is even more overwhelmed.

She's no better at it than Roy lol. Made it worse somehow.

"If only I could have a friend who'd stick with me until the end. And walk along beside the sea, share a bit of moon with me."

Those friends:

I can't get over the fact that Roy acts like a human towards Jamie? Like, it's the most "I care about him A LOT" & humane thing we've ever seen at this point, I think? Especially after that weird string episode that I often just want to ignore?

"I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly."

I find their reactions so interesting? Keeley is straight up bored and tired. Roy is crying which is even in character, after he watched Love Island with Jamie in it & all those yoga sessions and drinking wine after. Jamie is... one eye red. Jfc, someone hug Jamie and be there for him. Just unite all three already. While Keeley can have her beauty sleep, Roy and Jamie can have spend their time together.

Not sure if I should watch You've got mail, but yeah.

Are we gonna ignore this? The way Roy looks at Jamie. The theme of Roy being so worried about Jamie that he brings Keeley in and he tries his absolute best to help Jamie and make him feel better. Like, I always shipped them, but right now it feels more than ever justifiable? Not like I imagine it but the way it's RIGHT. THERE. It's not one sided. It's "I care about you, too, and I'm trying to make ti right." Maybe a kiss or two would set it into the right direction, but still. Baby steps (at the end of s3).

???? Ot3???? Poly canon when???

"...share a bit of moon with me."

is this the new "Let's get lost"? For ot3 this time? C'mon. How am I supposed to ignore this? It's so romantically coded.

Roy, you very much can if you don't kiss him and if you keep pretending you and Keeley are not dating again. Like, talk to him. Invite him in. You two are fools. Keeley sees it though.

There goes "I care about you" again.

Jamie is such a sweet and gentle boy. Making sure he didn't push either of them.

Seriously though. He. Him. And his hair (unironically). And his rings.

Jamie's smile getting wider, heh. The neighborhood he grew up in? Or the neighborhood his mom ran away to from James?

Jamie is the best sunshine of all the sunshines. Both Jamie and Roy being dressed in black :)) They really are so alike.

I feel honored to finally meet Jamie's mom. Wow, she and her husband seem so different from James, and you can see why Jamie is the way that he is. I still have questions on why Jamie was abused so much by his dad while his mom is right there & judging by Jamie's words she only wants Jamie to be happy. But then again, maybe he really is like that, "I wanted to tell her, but I knew it would hurt her. So I let it hurt me." Which is heartbreaking, but it is what it is, I guess.

This episode Trent met Ted's mom, and Roy and Keeley met Jamie's, and "it's lovely to FINALLY meet you BOTH." I am NOT letting this go. Like, Jamie just decided to take his best friends for a ride and introduce them to his mom. Ahhh.

#natiswatching #roy x jamie x keeley #ted lasso #jamie tartt

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garglyswoof · 6 months

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:D Ahhh, prompt prompt prompt - how about a mash up, vampires meet kastle?? :D

She found out about it purely by chance. Some part of her had been thinking of life in Vermont that day, the skies in New York the same sheet metal grey as the dreariest of days in Fagan Corners. Her thoughts drifted enough for her to battle with her phone in a losing effort that ended with her searching the surprisingly online tiny local paper. She’d trawled through the articles, smiling at the news of 4H Club awards and greased pig races. There was a comfort in these reminders of her small town history, and when she hit the obituaries section she continued out of morbid curiosity. Was old Mrs. Wilkie still alive? Stern in her housecoat, fuzzy slippers, and ever-present broom like some modern-aged witch? How about the bank president who had tried to buy coke from her? Sure, it was a college town, but it was also a small town and most people didn’t ever get out. She had certainly felt trapped.

“Former Penny’s Place owner Paxton Page…” The words crept into her brain slowly, as if reluctant to enter. She dropped her phone, her hand rising to stifle the sharp intake of breath.

Dad.

Things willfully ignored; things pushed back, hidden, and thought drowned rose to the surface, crested, and broke. She slid down to the floor, her hand shaking and still cupped over her mouth as if to hold it all in.

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The drive was a long one and she went alone with her thoughts. She knew Foggy would have dropped everything to come along, and part of her still wished she’d asked, but…. this was better. She’d face this alone rather than explaining, though she owed Foggy the truth soon. She just wasn’t…she wanted a little more time, ok? From Kevin to Allied to almost dying in a prison to Fisk to now, Karen hadn’t had much good in her life, and Foggy and Matt, when he was tempered by apologies and guilt, were good.

Sometimes your heart makes judgments that aren’t logical, fueled by something just on the edge of your vision, just out of reach. In hindsight it’s why she latched on to them so quickly, something in her recognizing something in them. Enough to have her paying Matt’s bills when he’d vanished for months, enough to have her jumping right in as a strangely happy unpaid employee of Murdock and Nelson. Her heart panged at the memory of those first days, replete with casseroles and more flan than she could possibly eat in a week. Stretching the dollars to keep them afloat, the sound of Matt’s text to speech software and Foggy’s muffled curses whenever he tried to fill out forms on the ancient typewriter and failed miserably.

A flash of brake lights ahead jolted her out of her reverie and into the present, barrelling down the highway directly to a place she’d been forced to leave behind. Dad.

One hand gripped the wheel tighter, to prevent the shake, and the other hit the console in frustrated grief. Her phone jostled in its cubby from the motion and she wet her lips as she glanced at the screen, a picture of her and Foggy at Rosie’s, making bunny ears over what they’d thought was Matt’s oblivious face. Heh. She still loved it. If anything it made her realize that Matt had loved it too.

Damn it. “Call Foggy”

“Mmpf? Karen?” His voice sounded far away, muffled.

“Did i wake you?”

“Yes but it’s ok because apparently,” she heard the sheets rustle, “ I am lying in a puddle of my own drool and it’s clearly time to flip.”

Karen smiled, her cheeks stinging with the stretch of it. “Late night at Rosie’s?”

“I’ll have you know I also frequent high class establishments.” A pause. “But then I went to Rosie’s. We missed you there.” His voice was losing the grittiness of sleep and she could tell he must be upright now, imagined his hair stuck up in 10 different directions like it did after a face first desk nap.

“Yeah I uh, I went to bed early. I’m driving to Vermont.”

“What’s in Vermont?” Karen could hear the subtle eagerness in his voice and her heart panged with it. She really hadn’t told them much about her life, and she vowed to change it.

“Grew up there. Needed to take care of some family stuff.” She’d failed her first chance to open up, clearly, and tried to make it less obvious. “Dumb paperwork!” Even though she was driving she closed her eyes for a brief moment from the awkwardness of it.

Foggy was quiet for a moment, his voice soft when he spoke. “Well be safe, Karen. You back soon?”

“Yeah.” Her throat was closing up and she had to end the call soon. “Just, let’s hang out when I get back? Sunday maybe?”

“Of course.” Still soft, still accepting. Still more than she deserved.

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The town was bright with spring green as her old Cherokee rumbled onto Main Street. She passed the hardware store, sun-faded display from her childhood still advertising weedkiller, the old barrel she’d always tried to climb on top of anchoring the door open. Many shops were closed, and she saw that most of them had town curfew signs plastered in the windows. When had that started up, she wondered.

She wasn’t immune to nostalgia, obviously, or she’d never… her heart clenched with the reality of what she was here for, and she turned on Sycamore, right on Laurel, her blinker clacking loudly. There were a lot of church signs up, not something she remembered from last time she was here. Not…not signs saying “St Luke’s Lutheran Church” either, these were like that weird stretch of road Marcie had talked about on I-70 outside Kansas, where every other billboard was Hellfire and Brimstone.

THE DEVIL WILL TAKE YOU

FAGAN CORNERS IS DAMNED

She thought it strange, but when she crested the hill the diner was a shock piled on top of another. The sign was bright and clean, Sue’s Vittles, and she felt the rage rise up in her, an urge to tear it down, before she came to her senses. It wouldn’t just… have sat there forever. The town had to move on. She wondered when her dad had lost it, and how far in debt he’d taken Penny's Place. She wondered if she could have saved it.

She knew she could have, if he’d let her.

The return home tour continued on, her eyes rimmed with red now, wet with tears both shed and not. She had never felt so alone in her life. She drove three miles in the wrong direction to avoid the bridge and tried to think of what she was doing here even as she pulled into the town cemetery. She knew he’d be buried next to mom, and pulled a small bouquet of peonies out of the passenger seat as the engine settled, ticking.

There was a new stone next to her moms, and she knelt, tracing the letters with her fingers. Paxton Page. She remembered her and Kevin making fun, popping the syllables, “Paxton and Penny Page” before they’d dissolve into giggles. Everything she thought of made her heart ache.

She sat there for hours, talking to her mom, saying what she couldn’t say to her dad. That she’d thought herself beyond redemption until Father Lantom had gotten through to her, that she still did, sometimes. She told her mom about Foggy and Matt, and then she told her about Frank. God, she’d needed this. She knew her mom would understand, more than anyone, about seeing through to the heart of people. She wondered where Frank was, wished she knew, wished she had some way of contacting him. Despite their last meeting and her anger towards him, she would never let go, not really.

“Sometimes, just someone makes you feel safe, at least when you’re with them. And then when you’re not… I don’t know.” She shifted, sitting back on her haunches and idly rubbing a peony petal between her fingers.

“Me and Frank. Wrong place, wrong time, maybe that’s what it will always be for us.” She said, staring at her mother’s name, carved in stone.

The gravestone stared back, mute, as the light dimmed and she ached with the silence. Evening fell quick in this neck of the woods, without the conflagration of light that made up the city. She shivered in the fall of the spring evening, her throat aching with tears spent but feeling better in the spending of them.

She leaned over the gravestones one last time, peonies settled at the base, and said goodbye.

Gathering her things she startled at the sound of a footfall, the first time she’d heard any noise since she’d settled in. It was hard to see in the fading light, but the man standing at the hood of her car looked like no one she knew, though she waved anyway, small town and all. He didn’t wave back and she shrugged and rounded the back of her car, warily eyeing him as she slipped behind the wheel, the curfew signs flashing in her mind.

Was there some sort of crime ring? Her brain ticked as she started her engine and the man stepped away from the Jeep, a dark slick of a smile caught in the headlights. Karen felt a frisson of fear and pulled away back onto the gravel, eyes in the rearview as she turned down the lanes that led to -

A closed gate, though she remembered from illicit midnights with friends that it was like a fence gate, unbolted and something she could lift and swing out. Karen reached into her purse and felt the comforting weight of her gun slip into her palm. The man wasn’t in her rearview mirror, but it was too dark to tell where he was. She put the Jeep in park and left it running, sliding quickly out of the seat and lifting the gate latch, spinning around and slipping her other hand up to grip the gun two-handed. It was no use, the darkness was complete, no lights to break up the dim beyond the Jeep's headlights, and she rounded the vehicle, shoulders tense, her mind racing, her -

A hand across her mouth, an arm across her chest, pulling her arms down and pointing the gun at the ground. She screamed behind the clamped hand, stamped her foot where she thought the man’s instep would be, snaked a hand up and smashed her elbow backward, hearing a satisfying grunt as the blow landed. She spun away from the arm banded across her middle, trying to transfer the gun to her now free hand, but he was too fast. Her wrist wrenched back, pain shooting up it, the gun falling to the gravel below.

She could see him now, his hair dark, unkempt, his face attractive if it weren’t for the gleam of satisfaction in his gaze, if not for the - oh god oh god she’d known they were real Matt and Foggy had made fun of her but she’d known it and oh god she fought she kept fighting she had to escape, her arms thrashing, trying to duck and use his weight against him, but nothing shook that iron bar of an arm loose from her chest and the smile descended and with it those fangs, sharp and oh god she closed her eyes she let them slip closed because maybe this was redemption, this was closure, maybe this was…

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ONE MONTH LATER

The city reeked of hot dogs. Hot dogs approaching rancid as the last of the summer sun baked the scent of an overturned delivery truck’s escapees into the street. Frank’s nose wrinkled with the stench as he ducked into an alleyway. The smell of piss here wasn’t much better, but Frank wasn’t here to avoid smells, knocking hard on an unmarked door. He waited, knocked again, heard an irritated voice shout back at him, accent thick even through the door.

“Don’t expect a delivery til -”

Frank lodged his foot in before the man could pull the door closed, stepping in and locking the man in a headlock with an athlete’s grace.

“Get the fuck off -”

“Shut the fuck up.” Frank squeezed tighter, feeling the trachea beneath his arm.

The man floundered feebly, choked gasps ragged as he lost the air to function. Frank maneuvered him into an office close to the door, pulling out some duct tape and lashing him to the chair, gagging him for good measure.

The warehouse would be empty this late in the day - Frank had been monitoring it for weeks. Still, he let the captive’s head loll as Frank pushed out of the office and scanned the warehouse, moving low to the ground in a room clearing pattern ingrained into his bones. Clear. He checked the warehouse door, ensuring it was locked, and placed a nearby bucket of loose hardware on the lip of the door’s bottom edge, advance warning should someone decide to open it.

He circled back through the warehouse, eyes still darting about, up to the loft, behind the stacked crates, his footsteps less than a whisper on the concrete as he circled back to the office, unfolding a chair and straddling it, arms propped on the headrest, waiting for the man to awaken.

He did with a start, his eyes bulging and curses muffled behind the tape.

“I’m just here for a few questions Aron,” Frank said, watching as the man’s eyes widened at the use of his name. “Word on the street is that your little Albanian enterprise here is bigger than Rudaj ever was,” Frank said. “Something about a secret weapon, huh?”

Aron’s eyes narrowed. You didn’t live long if you weren’t able to face a little questioning, and something in Frank’s demeanor told him that Aron held all the cards here. Frank needed to flip the program.

He looked up, spotted the beam he’d seen in blueprints, and rummaged through his bag for some rope, tossing it over the beam before knotting one end through a set of shelves and forming a noose in the other. He slipped it around Aron's neck, patting the man on the cheek with a smile, before hoisting the man up to his feet, looping the slack in the shelves.

He removed the tape at his mouth then, deftly avoiding the spit and rolling his eyes at Aaron’s Balkan curses. “So what can you tell me?”

Silence, and once again a discomfiting smile spread across Aron’s face. Frank hated when they were difficult. He pulled the rope, reknotted it. Aron's back was rigid now, spine stretched as far as it could to lessen the pressure, breath harsh in the closed space of the office.

“If you don’t already know,” Aron smiled despite his struggle to breathe, “There’s no harm in telling you. You’ll be dead within a matter of hours.”

“Yeh? Good to know.”

“Even if you are the Punisher.” A ragged breath. “Yes your reputation precedes you. It also means nothing.”

Aron’s idle threats were wearing thin. “Okay.” A tug at the rope.

“Superhumans.” Aron rattled out. “Stronger than you. Faster than you.” His eyes glittered. “They’ll drain you dry.” He coughed, and Frank caught what it was trying to cover. A shift in the eyes to a point over his shoulder. Frank ducked and rolled and heard the swish of air above his head, shot back with an elbow and caught air himself. A faint footfall, a flap of fabric, where the fuck was this guy?

Fast. Too fast. Impossibly fast, Frank thought as he was thrown out of the room, his head cracking on the wall outside. He shook it off even as he was moving, realizing he needed to put distance between him and the threat. He vaulted into the main warehouse, analyzing the terrain, potential weapons. Superhuman. Drain me dry, huh? He knew he had only seconds, ducked behind a crate and backed against a wall where pallets stood leaning. A flash of movement and Frank heard laughter as the heel of a hand smashed against his ribs. Broken, he had a moment to consider while the other hand closed around his throat.. Pain and rage clouded his vision and he knew he had one chance, one chance or it was all over.

In hindsight he’d probably wonder if it was worth the choice, but for now survival instincts kicked in and he cracked a plank off the pallet behind him and brought it up with all of his strength, trying not to breathe in to avoid the pain dulling the blow. His assailant’s grip on his throat proved his downfall, removing the advantage of speed. The plank hit its mark, the adrenaline and training allow the jagged edges to pierce through skin and muscle, through ribs. A high-pitched keening, terrible in its inhuman sound, issued from the assailant’s throat, and Frank watched features swim in and out of view. Pale skin, a jagged scar cutting across a pair of thinned lips. A mouth split in pain, and there, there - he couldn’t be sure but he also knew it couldn’t be anything else - incisors long and sharp.

The hand tightened on his throat briefly, muscles trying to continue past the ceasing of life, and the vampire in front of him dropped to the floor, wheedling noise still issuing from its throat, fading now with the dying of light in his eyes. The eyes, Frank thought, were the worst. Sclera shot through with red, but so human. Equal in death, the light gone. He fought his failing consciousness, he needed to get out of here before more showed up. He knew that face. Knew him from the papers, when he was human. The Albanians leg up on gang activities needed no more explanation than this, he thought as every inhale felt like ground glass in his bruised throat, his chest.

He stumbled back towards the office, lurched through the doorway to the shocked face of the mobster who still stood, throat noosed. Frank tugged at the rope anchored to the shelving and looped it a few more times with the rest of his strength, ignoring Aron’s choked breaths and gasps.

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Lana almost killed him when he returned. The pit bull / boxer mix hadn’t yet learned to not jump up, and her paws on his chest earned a pained grunt.

“Fuck. Down, Lana. I need you to be a good girl, please.” She tilted her head at him, boxer jowls flopping. He couldn’t help smiling through his pain. Pushing past her into the small kitchen, he grabbed a steak out of the freezer and some aspirin and eased himself down on the couch, steak pressed against his ribs.

This was as close to home as he’d had in a long while, this warehouse unit in Queens. Secure enough with Micro’s help - he still couldn’t call him David. David was for the married guy, with kids, that Frank shouldn’t be bothering. The separation helped. His chest panged again, but not from pain this time, as he thought of those he’d lost in his unceasing war. Curtis had let him go. David wanted nothing to do with him. Karen -

Karen had disappeared off the face of the earth a month ago and it was driving him crazy. If he knew where she was, if he just knew, then she was safe. He pulled his phone out of his pocket with a grimace as Lana’s tail thwacked against the couch cushions, her brows alternating as she looked up at Frank, face nestled in her paws.

He found her last byline - a little over a month ago - a report on the growing presence of Eastern European crime families, actually. It…didn’t seem enough of a report for her to be targeted but who knows what she had gotten into. He knew her, she was persistent beyond what was safe. Karen wouldn’t let go.

If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want her to, despite his claims otherwise.

So where was she? He slid a palm down his face, frustrated.

He checked his sources, found nothing. Reaching over his shoulder with difficulty - you forget that the simplest of actions is immeasurably harder when you’ve got a broken rib - he flipped on the police scanner. He and Lana listened for news of vampires, caught no mentions, nothing unexplained. The warehouse he’d invaded was off the radar, so he had some time before that would be circling around the airwaves, at least police ones. The steak was partially thawed now, so he tossed it in the dog bowl where Lana inhaled it as if it were her only meal in weeks.

Where was she?

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TWO WEEKS LATER

The Albanians were still expanding their empire, despite the setback at the warehouse. Frank wondered how many vampires there were. It clearly wasn’t an epidemic, which he’d feared initially but understood now - hard to keep power when you’re just spreading the source of that power around. Frank was on the streets, ribs starting to heal but deep breaths still causing sharp twists. He knew he needed more time. He also knew he didn’t have it.

He had to find her, and so he was here in Hell’s Kitchen, eyeing the neon Rosie’s sign as he approached, it flickered Ro ie' tonight, the esses flickering in and out. He didn’t want Red catching him out here, instead hoping his friend would be the first to leave. It was a flip of the coin whether Murdock would find a way to turn him in, that high-and-mighty morality of his a ticking time bomb, Frank thought.

His eyes shifted from the flickering sign as a voice called out.

“Spare some change?”

That voice...he'd know it anywhere. “You’re alive, oh god I thought -”

Karen laughed, blanket wrapped over her telltale locks, ball cap pulled low over her brow. “Nice to see you too, Frank.” She reached out a hand, as if to take change from him, and pressed a folded paper into his grip. He held on a beat too long, her grip cold in his own, taking in the details of her face, what he could anyway. He ducked down to catch her eyes and her own darted away.

“Not now, ok?”

He nodded and walked away, waiting until he was back in the warehouse to open the paper. The smile spread unbidden across his face.

Grand Ferry Park. You know where. 1 hour.

She sure had a sense of drama, he thought, thinking of a time long past, jokes of hipsters and her hair a bright flag in the breeze off the water. He thought of the softness of her cheek, and when he took a deep breath this time he didn’t even notice the pain.

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Lana was losing her mind, and not in a good way. He’d brought her with him, knowing Karen loved dogs, but she was having none of this meeting. This sweetheart of a dog had her hackles raised, growl low and deep as Karen put up her hands and squeezed her eyes shut, as if pained.

“What is wrong with you, girl?” He knelt down beside Lana, hand tight at her collar and glancing up apologetically at Karen. “Sorry, she’s the calmest dog usually, I thought you might like to see her.”

Karen slowly lowered to the ground, her hand held out. “Do you have a treat I can give her? Maybe that will help.”

“Yeh, sure.” He tossed her a packet from his bag and she opened it, shaking out some near where she knelt. Lana licked her chops but still growled low in her throat, if a bit more of a confused growl.

“Here, what’s her name?” A glance up at Frank as he responded. He noticed her hand shaking. “Lana, sweet girl. Got a treat for you!”

Frank encouraged Lana when she looked up at him, her expression almost hilariously human and clearly saying “you trust this lady??” The dog edged forward, tentative, and snatched the treat from the ground where Karen had placed it, backing up but calming her growl.

“Well, progress at least.”

Her smile was just as he’d remembered.

“Where have you been, Karen?”

A flash in her eyes. “Didn’t know you kept tabs on me, Frank. You seemed pretty clear about me staying away.”

It hit him like a blow he deserved, and he fought for a response and lost. There was nothing he could say, he knew that, but he still wanted to try. It came to him in as he saw her eyes damp and hard, but still not hiding the hope behind them.

“I’ll always want you to be safe, Karen.”

She scoffed at that and stood up. “It’s a bit late for that.”

“What, what is it, what happened to you? Do I need to punch Red’s light’s out?”

Karen laughed at this, bitter and so unlike her it closed his throat. He did this.

“Just…stop, Frank. I need you to listen.” A barge horn sounded in the distance as if to punctuate her words and her brows eased, just a little, at the humor of it. “I’m…” She stepped closer, Lana alert at the motion, and cupped his face in a hand. “I know the Albanians are after you. The vampire you killed was one of their sires from the old country. I don’t even - Only you, Frank. Older vampires are so strong, you had a one in a million chance.” She shook her head at this, as if still disbelieving.

“How do you know?” he asked, leaning into her touch, cold yet still a comfort. He searched her eyes, gripped Lana’s collar a little tighter.

“I know, because I’m one of them.”

He tore away from her, the motion and the tension in him sending Lana into a fit of barking, her muzzle flecked with spittle. He couldn’t - he heard that high-pitched keen in his head, tried to reconcile it with the expression on Karen’s face. He pulled his Beretta out, trained it on Karen’s anguished face, looked around for bystanders. He backed away towards the railing bracketing the East River. If he needed to he’d escape in the water. But Lana…

He’d let down his guard, bringing her here. Letting himself dream and hope and wish and here was Karen and goddamn she looked beautiful, her eyes bright and hair streaming in the wind off the river and he could not reconcile the pieces.

His voice was a shadow of itself when it rasped from his mouth. “Explain, Karen. Tell me you’re not a monster. Tell me -” he stopped, unable to say more.

He saw her eyes close and the resoluteness stiffen her spine. Hope bloomed in his chest. She…she was still her. Her stubbornness, her implacable will.

“I’m not a monster, in the same way you aren’t.”

He worked his jaw, thinking, eyes casting about, settling on anything but her now. Her words were ones he’d normally deny in his heart, but it seemed the stakes had shifted, and his gut reactions fell flat in the face of the fact that Karen Page was here, and she was a vampire.

“Guess that’s why Lana’s losing her mind,” he said finally.

Karen laughed at that and goddamn if it still didn’t make his heart flip with the sound. What was wrong with him.

“Look I -” she started, uncertain. “I was bitten a month ago in Vermont.” She noticed his quizzical expression. “My Dad, he…I saw his obituary in the paper, so I drove up there. The town was riddled with vamps, some offshoot of the Albanians taking root in Fagan Corners of all places. They’ve locked it down since, but lucky for me!” She lifted her hands, her tone mocking. “Not my favorite trip ever. One star.” She joked, and cast her eyes down when it fell flat.

“Came back and have been feeding off criminals. Not like they're hard to find in this town. Frank -” She caught his gaze in her own. “I wanted to see you, wanted to see you and…I don't think anything can stop them, not anything human." She stopped, searched his eyes.

He wasn’t sure if she found what she was looking for but somehow knew what her next words would be all the same. Still, he let the pause linger. It was a moment, one to let go in. If there was anyone he trusted, it was her, goddamn, and maybe...maybe it was finally time to show that.

She inhaled then, and he idly wondered if that was force of habit or if vampires needed oxygen. He breathed a breath of his own, rib aching with the effort, and drew closer, sliding his hand into the silk of her hair, fingers sifting through it. He looked at her then, full on, not letting his gaze wander, not letting himself look away. He nodded then, an answer to the questions in her eyes, and bared his neck to her.

also on ao3

#kastle #kastle fanfiction #kastle ff #idk what genre to tag this as tbh #hello i will be editing this after posting like an insane person #gotta stop this has been swirling for two weeks in my brain i hate how slow i am #tw: parent death

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vorish-wonderland · 1 year

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Had another idea if that’s alright. Something with ace. Probably a prank he pulled. Then he eats them since they said something like “ what are you gonna do? Eat me?” And how could he not. Just ready mean but friend pred ace.

After a prank goes wrong, you end up being the size of a gerbil. Ace makes the 'best' of the situation, and decides to mess with you after a poor choice of words on your end.

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, teasing

★✦You Get What You Asked For✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Ace looked down at you. You looked up at Ace.

"Uh... my bad." Ace awkwardly smiled.

"WHAT WERE YOU EVEN TRYING TO DO?!" You yelled.

"Look, it doesn't matter! What matters is that I apologized!"

"Why can't you just admit you did something wrong?" You sighed.

"Because I didn't do anything wrong, (Y/N)." Ace responded. "So, what are we gonna do about this?"

"What are we gonna do about this?! No! Ace, what are you gonna do about this?! This is YOUR problem, Ace. YOU solve this."

"What?? You mean you're not going to help me??" Ace asked, making a very exaggerated sad face. "Ugh... maybe if I just get rid of you somehow all my problems'll go away." Ace sighed.

"Well, what are you gonna do?" You sarcastically asked. "Eat me?"

Suddenly, it looked like a lightbulb went off in Ace's head.

"Ace? Didja hear me?" You asked.

"Oh, I heard you, alright~" Ace said, licking his lips. "Loud and clear, (Y/N)."

Ace grabbed you and laid down on his bed.

"Hey, (Y/N), what do you taste like?" Ace asked. "Real good, I assume..."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, why don't we see if I'm right~?"

And then, Ace licked you. You very much did not appreciate that.

"What the hell was that for, Ace?!" You yelled.

"It was to see what you'd taste like!" Ace smiled. "You taste gooooood by the way~" He laughed.

"Well, uh... that's good to know." You said, uncomfortable.

"Hey, (Y/N), how hungry are you?" Ace asked, tongue sticking out of his mouth.

"Not very...?"

"Well, heh... I really am~" Ace held you above his mouth. "You ready (Y/N)? Have a nice trip!!"

"What-?"

Ace dropped you into his mouth.

Ace played with you in there. Rolling you around, squishing you against the roof of his mouth, making sure not a single part of you was still dry...

Then, he opened his mouth, waved at you, and then... just like that, he swallowed you like it was nothing. He had a hand on his throat, moving it downward as you were pulled down, as if guiding you.

"Ahhh... we hope you enjoyed the ride, and enjoy your stay in the one and only Ace Trappola." Ace said to you.

"Ace."

"Yeah?"

"WHY." You demanded, causing Ace to laugh a bit.

"Well, you said that thing, 'Oh, what are you gonna do? Eat me?' and well... how could I resist~?"

"...I guess this is on me then, huh?"

"Suuuure is~ Anyways, I'll make something to get you back to normal size, you just sit there and relax for a bit."

You wanted to protest, but...

I mean, there's not really any reason to. Ace doesn't mean you any harm right now, and being this tiny size is probably dangerous at a place like NRC, so you're probably safer inside of Ace than you are out there... huh. Strange.

Guess you just chill in here until Ace finds a way to fix your size.

#ace is such an interesting character for vore scenarios imo #i can see him as either pred or prey #if prey it's probably bc he pissed someone off #safe vore #soft vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #ace trappola #twisted wonderland x reader #v.ore #v/ore #ace trappola x reader

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moongeonight · 6 months

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A punishment for You! Part 2

Part 1 here! ➡️ A punishment for You!

Summary: After he lost Masaru's challenge, now Nagito will have to endure all the warriors of hope and their teases...

A/N: Well first of all I'm sorry for the delay heh, second... today is my birthday yay!

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"yeah enjoy the break... for now, Remember you didn't win the challenge hehe" masaru said leaving the room, he leave nagito in the middle of the room still tied up with his thoughts.

Oh men... they will have no mercy on me right?

That's what nagito thought when he hears the faint noise of footsteps approaching, He could already hear the other children talking between eachother.

This was going to be trouble...

Masaru returns with the other Warriors of Hope in the room.

"Ok, Servant! you still alive? How was the tickling? And I can see how tired you are and I have to say that I am impressed! You lasted more than I expected!, but now, the moment of truth! Who wants to be the one who tickles our pathetic Servant?"

Masaru said while both Jataro and Kotoko raise their hands while Nagisa seemed to have been forced to come and Monaca just watched smiling.

"Ahhh..." Nagito's eyes widened at the sight of the children, He could already see his predicament getting worse by the second, The chains on his collar were rattling against one another.

"Heh... So Y-you're really all gonna tickle me again huh?" he says with a nervous chuckle.

"That's exactly what's going to happen Servant!" Monaca says with a a little sadist smile on her face.

"Now, Nagisa, I know you aren't too excited, But you have to participate! Don't go easy on him Nagisa... Don't forget you have to torture this demon just like we do with all of the others." Monaca said addressing Nagisa when she saw that he did not want to tickle him.

Nagisa didn't want to participate in this since it was too "childish" for him, despite being a child himself, but since Monaca ordered it he had no choice but to accept.

then Nagisa goes without emotion to Servant and begins to attack his sides directly where Masaru had left him, He used his fingers, poking in one direction after another, making multiple quick pokes, Seeing that Nagisa had now started, Kotoko also excitedly began to tickle him but with a feather on his neck.

"Ah! HaahaHahahha!" Nagito's eyes widened again as he was tickled around his armpits. His body began writhing in the chair, he could feel his body moving with each poke that Nagisa gave him.

He felt the feather touch his neck and he began to shake more as it tickled, he was trying his hardest not to laugh, but it just seemed impossible.

"Ahahaha-wahahahait!... Nohoho! hahah...hahahaha!" Nagito voice was loud and high pitched, and his laugh had a slightly embarrassed tone to it.

"mm you know I thought adults weren't ticklish" Kotoko said amused.

"Look at him! he's a grown man but one feather on the neck is enough to make him laugh!" because Monaca commented, the other Warriors begin to laugh.

Nagito looked up at the four kids, each one laughing at his situation and teasing him. He didn't want to care, it was better than being punished with punches... even tought he was still embarrassed.

"Pleahahahasee! Thihihis is toohoho much! Hahahaha! Stohohop!"

masaru also decides to go tickle nagito again, While Kotoko continues to tickle him with the feather, masaru attacks nagito's neck with his entire hands and fingers, all at the same time making his neck become completely red.

"Heh, look at his face! He's becoming red!" Masaru laughed.

"It's so strange to see him like this... Normally he always has a calm smile" jataro mentioned.

Nagito was now a bright shade of red and his neck was starting to get a little sore from the constant irritation. He giggled loudly now, not even trying to hide it. his face was probably the color of a tomato.

"Hahahaha! P-plehehehease go easier on mehehe!!"

"Don't make me laugh! A demon like you deserves to be tortured by us!" Masaru says and continues tickling nagito's red neck without even taking a breath.

"Monaca! Don't you want to join us?" Kotoko said Noticing that Monaca was just watching smiling.

Monaca was still smiling and said "Oh don't worry, I prefer to watch how you tickle him! It's a very funny scene"

she said with an innocent smile but deep down she was sadistically enjoying this while The other 4 children continued to tickle him non-stop.

Nagito's laugh became uncontrollable. It was no longer soft and quiet, his eyes start tearing up, He began to kick and thrash, his hands desperately fighting against his restraints in an attempt to break free.

"P-PLEHEHEASE! HAHAHAHA! I'M SORRY! I'm sohohorry for makihihing the pancakes wrohohong HAHAHA!" he said, his voice sounding less genuine in his desperation.

"You're begging to stop?... You're begging to us, children? What an adult you are, to make you beg like this..."

Nagisa said as he kept tickling, not making nagito's situation any better and the other 4 began to make his eyes water by tickling In his armpits and his sides.

"He's starting to cry? Heh, You are crying because of us? A mere bunch of kids? Pathetic..."

Nagito's begging for mercy was genuine, but he also was embarrassed about it. He didn't want to beg, it was a position he never wanted to be in but he would do anything to get the tickling to stop. He felt it was pathetic.

"HAHAHA! P...please STOHOHOP! I'll do anything, Anything just stop! There's gotta be something else you can do right!? PLEAHAHAHASEE!!"

"Hahaha... You know what? I think you're right. There are other things we can have you do to get your punishment!"

Masaru says as he lets nagito have some air to breathe, but not completely stopping the tickling.

"But you know what, Servant? You'll still get punished! Maybe we'll take you down to the sewers and throw you naked in the water... Or we'll lock you in a room without food! What do you think of these fun punish-"

Monaca cuts masaru's words "Please keep tickling him!"

Monaca clearly wanted them to continue, she loved seeing her servant like this, embarrassed, something other punishments wouldn't make him feel, the other children nodded and simply continued, Kotoko with the feather that she had in her hand now she tickled his nose to make him sneeze and bother him.

Nagito was relieved to have air, he could breathe again and think.... for a few seconds he tried his hardest to not sneeze, His eyes were watering, his nose was itching and a few seconds later He sneezed and let out a loud.

"Hahaha... Aaaah! ACHOOO!"

He tried his hardest to not sneeze but it just sounded adorable, He looked away, embarrassed.

The Children began to laugh when he sneezed, even nagisa laughed and it didn't help nagito's situation, since if he was trying to hold his sneeze, now he also had to hold his laugh.

"Hahaha! That sneeze was so cute!" Jataro said while tickling Servant's belly, making nagito suffer even more.

"Aww... He's so ashamed of himself for sneezing, how adorbs!" Kotoko commented.

Nagito was so embarrassed. This was making him extremely uncomfortable and the fact they were talking about his sneeze made him even more embarrassed. He kept trying to hold in more sneezes and giggles, but of course that only made things harder for him.

"H-HEY... S-STOHOHOP HAHAHA! NOT M-MY BELLY HAHAHAHA!..." He said, trying to hold back his laugher While he thought how could he convince them to let him go, he said out loud the first idea that occurred to him.

"W-WAIHIHIT! I have a deal for all of you! HAHAHA! PLEASE LISTEN TO MEHEHE!"

"Hmm... A deal? Go on, Servant!" Monaca said smiling" Jataro, Kotoko and Nagisa kept tickling nagito's belly and sides.

"Oh? What could this be?" Jataro said curiously.

"I hope it's a good deal or you will receive more punishment, I mean more tickles!" Masaru said.

Nagito didn't speak at first, as he was trying to catch his breath, but when he was able to speak he said.

"Uh-Well... You see, I know you're all having fun with me but... How about this... You free me from this chair and I bring you an adul- a demon from the city so you can have fun with him... What do you think...?"

Monaca After hearing that she felt intrigued by this proposal, her eyes widened and she smiled more saying.

"Oh, Servant... You're actually brilliant, I think we actually should accept your proposal, don't you think?" She turned to face the other kids who who simply shrugged their shoulders while agreed with Monaca.

"Fine! Servant you have yourself a deal! we will free you and you will go find a demon for us!"

Nagito looked surprised at them, he didn't think they would actually agree to do what he said.

He couldn't believe his luck... they actually agreed! It was too good to be true, but he'll make the most out of it, at least he could have some freedom for now.

"That's.. awesome! I promise you won't regret it. I'll bring you guys a demon for you to play with!" he said excitedly.

"Well, now that we all have an agreement, why don't you get us a demon like you promise... or you may face another punishment" monaca said with a slightly threatening aura.

the children untied Servant letting him go when Kotoko nodded "yeah! bring a ticklish demon! You have an hour, so hurry up.!"

Nagito nodded, knowing what kind of punishment he could get if he failed the deliver.

"A..alright! I'll bring back a demon for you to play with! I won't disappoint you!" He says, giving a nervous smile.

Nagito then exits the room quickly, it wouldn't be that difficult to find an adult, he just had to look in those makeshift hiding places they make and then he would have to trick them a little, although... Even though he has never cared too much about that... He felt sorry for who would be the next children's poor victim...

#RIP to the person who is going to take nagito for the kids #I did my best to work with 5 people #I hope it turned out well!#danganronpa tickle #tickling #danganronpa #tickle fic #lee!nagito #warriors of hope #nagito komaeda #sfw tickling community

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fluffy-ami · 5 months

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Profile Tag Game🌱

Hello - “Ah, hi there! You can call me Ami, but I actually use a lot of different names when talking to people on the internet. Thanks to @lovelynim for tagging me, this tag game is actually really fun~✨”

Chat: Tickling - “Um, uh... Well, it's a very... strange interest of mine? It has been with me since I was a little kid, and I still have no idea how exactly all of this had started. This little thing is really fun and cute, but the fact that I like it so much is embarrassing as hell for me”.

When It Rains - “I like staying at home when it rains, makes me want to get all cozy in my bed and just do nothing. I also usually get very sleepy, and it may prevent me from studying properly”.

When the Sun Is Out - “Huh. A rare sight at this time of year. I missed it”.

When It Snows - “Snow? I mean, it's cool, yeah. For the first few weeks, at least. After a while your eyes will probably start hurting a little though, because, well, too much white everywhere”.

Good Morning - “Five more minutes...”

Good Night - “Oh hell nah, I'm not going to bed. What do you mean it's 3am? I don't care, I'm still not done with my silly doodles, now go back to sleep, buddy”.

Chat: Sensitivity - “Hm? Am I ti-? Ahem. Well, not really. In reality, I'm not sure. But what I do know for sure is that I'm not that sensitive in some of those 'most popular' spots, perhaps certain techniques are required to get me to crack. No-one had ever gotten to try though, my irl buddies value their lives over trying to get a reaction out of me~”

My Hobbies - “Writing, reading, crocheting and sewing toys, cross stitching, making pins and silly jewelry, gaming, journaling, making ocs and, most importantly, drawing - these are the things I enjoy doing in my free time (when I'm not procrastinating, of course)”.

About Me: Cooking - “Heh, no. Just... no.”

My Troubles - “Ehhh... Touch starvation? Or just overall loneliness? Maybe I should call it that. I feel constantly burnt out from talking to people, but at the same time I want to connect, and don't know how to do it. And sometimes it feels like people remember about my existence only when they need something from me. It's complicated, really. I feel emotionally isolated, but I also know that it's basically my fault, so I just kinda got used to this feeling. I'm sure I can do better though”.

Favourite Food - “Hmm, let me think... I like seafood. And salty things. Not too salty, though”.

Least Favourite Food - “I'm not a picky eater. Me liking or not really liking food depends on me liking or not liking its texture mostly. But I think I don't like things that are overly sweet”.

About @anzynai - “Ahhh, thinking about her brings me back. Jai was the person who gave me motivation (and courage) to post my very first drabble, and to just start writing in general ever since. And I'm still very grateful for that ★”

About @nataliewritez - “My little sis! I adore her writing and her art. She's a very friendly and funny person, also really pretty! Even annoying her can be kind of fun <3. Nat is just nice to be around, you know?”

About @stopiteatpopcorn - “Rando? He's a good kid! He's very adorable and energetic, it's a big part of his charm. And I'm proud to have such a talented lil' bro like him (he's also very easy to tease, you should try it sometime)”.

Tagging: Anyone who hasn't been tagged and wants to join in!~🌱✨

#ami mumbles #tag game

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merrycrisis-if · 1 year

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allie hi omg i’m so late but i finally played the update and I LOVED IT SO MUCH like idek where to start because i played all the routes and they’re all so good. plus the 18+ scenes got me slutting out for real 😭😭

okok listen the added details in qiu’s first flashback literally drove me crazy like “you’re a hard person to catch alone” QIU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP IM IN LOVE WITH YOU 😭😭😭 and the new flashback!!!!!! like not to make it about me but it reminded me sm of the bday drabble you wrote me last year and let me tell you. a bitch (me) was giggling <3333 the bit where qiu wiped a bit of cheesecake off mc’s lips and mc teased them about making a move to kiss them was so fucking cute :((( and even taking them fishing and the dinner ugh just ALL OF IT!!! they really pulled all the romantic shit and even cut classes for mc and still couldn’t commit to a relationship smh

also nat…… when i say that steamy scene blindsided me and the way they did what they did underwater… i lost my damn mind over that flashback 😮‍💨😮‍💨 but omg that phone call idk what i was expecting but it wasn’t a breakup conversation. when nat said “i need someone who’s here” and “i don’t want scraps when i’ve had all of you” ……. yeah i’m fine 🥲 when mc was like “i wish nat would say smth hurtful so i could hate them” i was like yeah same because nat is so nice and supportive and so spouse material it’s literally impossible not to fall in love with them

but also shay…. god their scenes were fucking insane i was BLUSHING 😭😭😭 there was just no way for me to play different variations of their scenes and stay normal like the little motorcycle bit if you skip the show and they pick you up at dinner was so cute but also the way they make eye contact with you the whole time at their gig…. “tell me why you’re leaving and why it is that we’re kissing on borrowed time” yeah i’m mentally ill. and when they kiss your forehead and your closed eyelids and was like “stop being cute all the time” and the scene in their apartment…. yeah shay’s fucking insane but also very hot but also the biggest sweetheart. i will never be normal after all that

this is so rambly now but i really genuinely enjoyed the demo. i keep saying it but the characters are all lovable even mc’s chaotic and prying relatives which make merry crisis all the more relatable and realistic. i hold this if so close to my heart thank you for writing it 🩷

AHHH!!!! Nikka you have no idea how excited I was to see this in my inbox, and the smile on my face just kept growing and growing as I read this message. It's been a while! I hope 2023 has been kind to you!

I loved writing that update, and I hold Merry Crisis very dear to my heart as well—so it always just hits me in the feels when people like it too/relate to it, ya know!

The Qiu flashback was 1000% inspired by the drabble I wrote for you last year, and I'm so glad I got to use it and expand on it in the game!! I am soooo happy that you liked the scenes, especially because I consider you a Qiu-authority at this point! And on Qiu doing literally everything except commit to a relationship.... yes. Exactly. I think this is what MC also cannot. believe.

Ahh omg. Heh. The Nat spicy scene at the beach was definitely... quite something to write. I wanted the call to really hit hard, but also offer some opportunity for redemption/hope (I wonder if you managed to get the scenes where MC does get a 'maybe' from Nat!)

Yeah, this last update was definitely one for the Shay fans—I packed in as much as I could in there, and writing the music/performance scene was fun, but so were the... bedroom / pillow talk scenes... especially for same-sex Shay!

Anyway, this message made me so so happy, so thank you so much for sending it. (It also makes me happy to know that the side characters / MC's family are also welcome and not simply an annoyance.)

Sending you a million hugs and all of my love!!

#merry crisis #asks #IF #interactive fiction #best ask ever #:')#you're the best #shay #qiu #nat

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kitkat-2204 · 2 years

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A and B are on their way home from a road trip and B notices something concerning about A. A is squirming and moving a lot in his seat and is shaking his leg quite a lot. “Hey A, are you doing alright? Your moving quite a bit and it’s a little worrisome.” B asks politely. “Yeah it’s fine…I just really have to pee, and I am hoping there’s a rest stop sometime soon.” A says, his voice shaking as he says it. “Oh god dude, there aren’t any rest stops anywhere near here, the next rest stop is in 20 miles which is 45 minutes away from here dude. Do you think your going to make it?” B asks worried A won’t be able to hold it for too long. “Oh god, I don’t think I can hold it at all for that long dude, Ughhh I’m really sorry I should have asked earlier, maybe I can pee outside?” A asks, desperate for a solution. “Im sorry I can’t, we’re in the middle of a highway, I wouldn’t be able to stop anywhere because of the trucks and high volume of traffic.” B responds. B finds a towel on the passenger side glove compartment and looks encouragingly towards A. “You want me to pee on the towel? Why??” A says uncomfortably. “Your not going to be able to hold it much longer, and plus, it would be better for you to just let it out, and clean urself up later today when we get home.” B responds. A puts the towel underneath him, but is hesitant to use it and only puts it under in case of dire emergency. “I’m only going to use it if I need to, but I don’t want to have to use it, that’s embarrassing.” A says bashfully. Around about 15 minutes later, A is looking at B to see if he’s noticing, while B is focused on driving. A is becoming to desperate to hold it, so he decides to try to let out just a little bit to ease the pressure. He looks outside to try to not look suspicious, and allows just a little bit to come out. “Ooooh. That’s a bit better” A thinks, worried that B noticed that he peed a little bit. “Would it really…be that bad if I let out…just a bit more… just to ease the pressure…just a bit more..” A thinks. He allows just a little bit more of a small trickle to wet his pants and the towel. “Ooooh man… I really just want to let it out…I’m just gonna do it fuck it.” A thinks to himself. Without allowing himself to look at B, he just begins to allow the pee to flow onto the towel and through his pants. “Oooooo that’s much better… ahhh~~” A thinks, but not allowing himself to say it, embarrassed of what B might think. He does however, allow small moans to escape his breath as he continues to relieve himself. The pee trickles down from the towel to the seat and to his shoes, but A doesn’t notice from the sheer relief of finally allowing himself to go. “Heh, feel better A?” B asks with a smirk on his face. “…Yeah…thanks” A says embarrassingly.

#omorashi #relief

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boobersandstuff · 1 year

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Currently listening to the dear wormwood by the oh hellos for the first time so here's my thoughts on all the songs:

Prelude: good, very much the type of music I like.

Bitter water: WTF!? THIS IS SO GOOD WHAY THE HELL!? WHY DOBT MORE PPL TALK ABT THIS!? do they have vinyls? THIS IS MAKING EXSITED FOR THE REST OF THE ALBUM WTH!?

There beneath: why is this so beautiful!? It's making Wang to cry for some reason ah! ITS SO PRETTY AND IM CRYING WTH!?

In the blue hours of moring: pretty, this entire album thus far is giving fantasy world, comfy fantasy.

Exeunt: if I had a sing for my gender (when I'm masc), it'd this album but definitely this song! Also I read "lovely" in this as "lovejoy" lmao. OH HELL YAH! THIS IS AMAZZING! I LOVE THE KINDA ROCK TO IT AHHHHH (or is it punk? Heh *shrugs*) FUCK YEAH!!!

Caesar: it's so relaxing, like a lullaby. This entire album has been a 10/10 so far HOW HAS NO ONE TOLD ME HOW GOOD THIS IS HELLO!? WHO TF WAS KEEPING THIS FROM ME!? It feels like a song in a part of musical abt either, moments before disaster, or a song abt the last few moments waiting for disaster. It's so nice wth!? It's like the prettiest poetry in song format & fantasy I LOVE IT RAHHHHHHHH.

This will end: ngl this is entire album is giving epic: that new Greek mythology musical. AND I LOVE ALL OF THOSE SONGS SO THATS A COMPLIMENT! also this is so cute & pretty ah! I'm abt to cry again. There is goes. WAHHHHHHHH. :0 WOW THAT ENDING BIT IS JUST....IM STAR STRUCK!!! THATS THE BEST PIESE OF MUSIC IVE EVER HEARD!!! THIS IS SO GOOD WTF!? I NEED A VINYL NOW!

Pale white house: its so pretty! Also I looked it up and just as I thought I can't one T T. God dammit! It's so good and for what!? For what reason did they have to do this!?

Where is your rider: I need all of these to get tiktok famous so everyone who doesn't listen to this album to listen to it cuz ITS SO GOOD AHHHHHH. It's so pretty ah!

Soldier, poet, king: we all know it now, and yeah it's good. But I'm kinda sick of it lmao. Very good, just very sick and tired of it so, SKIP!

Dear wormwood: now let's see the song of the same name of the album. ......wtf, this is so good, like the best song here-HOW!? HOW DID IT GET BETTER!? I LOVE THIS SONG-I LOVE THIS ALBUM!!! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG IN THE ENTIRE ALBUM!!! THE CHOIR WTF!!! SHMSNDJSMNSJDN THIS IS AMAZZING LIKE THIS IS MY FAVOURITE ALBUM OF ALL TIME WTF!?!??!?!?! AHHHHHHHHH. This is my anthem for getting better mentally, THIS IS MY 2023 ANTHEM! YEAH IK KNOW WHO I AM NOW!!!

Danse Macbre: very Dancey, like those tavern Dances or at balls. I might make an entire book fantasy abt this album lmao. This album was made in lab to what songs I think are my favourite and are 10/10-ers. Lol

Thus always to tyrants: this is so good I need to watch animatics/animations to these songs omg! Ah! SUCH A GOOD ENDING SONG!!! I have nothing else to add other than what I've already said, it's so good! Ahhh!

What do I rate this album? 10/10, it's amazing, there's not one bad song! Like even lvjy (my fav band has like 3 songs I skip, mostly cuz I got sick of hearing them lol.) It's so good. 10/10 GO LISTEN IF YOU HAVNT ALR YOU WONT BE DISAPPOINTED!!!

#the oh hellos #listening to an album to the first time #dear wormwood #fantasy music #review/thoughts #Spotify

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Ohhh I saw ur fic/drabbles are open so can you maybe do a Spy x Family fic for lee!Loid and Ler!Yor? I would love to see Yor trying to get Loid to laugh bc he’s too stubborn and serious to do so. (Bonus points for making Yor find a particularly sensitive spot and going to town on it)

*squee* God I love these prompts! :D Spy x Family will forever have my heart and soul, as will Lee!Loid!

Decided to make this more Yor and Loid focused since I have a fic of Anya coming up soon! :D I hope you like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@thatbigbisexual29, @dirtpie39, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13

“Mm…what a day.” Yor rubbed her hands over her face with a groan, pushing back her bangs as she sank into the couch. Out of her work clothes and dressed for comfort, she stretched her arms high over her head and leaned back, sounding off an array of cracks along her spine. “Ahhh…sorry, that was rude, wasn’t it?” Yor blushed under Loid’s raised eyebrow.

“Not at all.” He reassured her with a smile. If anything, he ached to do that himself. The last time he popped his spine however, he ended up throwing out his back. As are the woes of getting older. “Seems like you’ve had quite the day?”

“Nothing I can’t handle- it just feels so nonstop lately.” She sighed, reaching down and rubbing her feet, trying to ease the ache residing in them. “Between work and…well, work; City Hall has been keeping me busy.”

“Hm.” Loid hummed in agreement, knowing the feeling all too well. His spy work has been especially difficult- with an increase in smaller missions piling up on his current one he’s had very little time to actually rest.

He was about to make some sort of relatable commentary when he found himself watching her face. While she kept a smile on her lips for the most part, her expression today reflected her most recent lifestyle. Hunched over and tired, she looked as if she could fall apart at the seams.

Without really thinking about it, his hand found her shoulder, fingers prodding the closest pressure point there.

“Eh?” Yor startled, eyes widening in surprise. Loid almost jerked his arm back. “Sorry, I should have asked-”

Yor suddenly seemed to…well, melt. Her eyes drooped closed as her shoulders slumped, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “Whatever you're doing, please…don’t stop.” She requested a tad breathlessly.

Well, how was he to turn down a request like that? Nodding, he worked his hand along her shoulder and upper back, pressing into tightened muscles and gently easing away the aches along Yor’s spine as she continued to press and knead into her own. A small smile of relief spread along her lips, sending shivers up Loid’s spine. He couldn’t say why seeing it felt so rewarding- perhaps he just took pride in his work as a spy.

Knowing pressure points to incapacitate his targets is just part of the job.

Yeah- that’s probably it.

Before long, Yor was sitting up, shaking out her shoulders with a soft sigh. She seemed more relaxed now; her expression lighter than earlier. “That was…wonderful. I had no idea you could do that, Loid.” She turned to smile at him, making him blush. “I’m learning so many things about you everyday.”

“Heh, yeah…well- I am a doctor. Part of my job is to relieve my patients any way possible.” He played off the praise as he turned to a nearby book, suddenly seeking a distraction. “I should-ergh!”

“Loid?” Yor blinked, shooting forward when he suddenly grunted, brows pinching together in pain. “Are you alright?”

For the most part? Yes. His back however? Not so much.

“I’m alright…just sore.” He laughed it off, waving a hand dismissively. “Looks like we’re both full of aches today.”

Yor watched him, tilting her head curiously. Then she nodded. “Let me help.”

“....Huh?” Loid blinked.

“I…I’m not as practiced in massage therapy as a doctor such as yourself,” She shook off her hesitation, raising her fists up with an encouraging smile. “But I know a few tricks that can help relieve stress! Please, allow me to return the favor!”

Loid paused, hesitant. The idea of someone touching him so gently was…new. He rarely let his guard down around people- not even Anya. How would he react?

Seeing her warm expression helped him make his decision.

“Well…alright.” He conceded, trying not to fluster again when she clapped. “If you insist…”

~~~

Turns out, he really should have hesitated more.

“Rrk! Y-Yor, is this really how it wo-RKS!?” Loid gritted his teeth, the elbow digging into his back doing more harm than good. When Yor offered to massage him, he figured she’d go for a more delicate approach.

“Trust the process, Loid! I promise it hurts now, but once I’m done you're gonna feel amazing!” Yor sounded reassuring- surely this was part of the process?

Another wave of pain shot through his back- maybe not.

“Yor-Erk! Yor, wait!” He groaned, feeling her pause. “While the gesture is appreciated, perhaps you could try something a bit more…gentle?” He tried to keep his voice light, hiding the ache in his tone.

“Lighter? Oh! I’m doing it again, aren’t I? I’m so sorry!” Yor adjusted, sitting back on his hips and patting his back. “Sometimes I forget how much force to use. If it’s alright with you, could I try again? With a much lighter touch of course.”

Loid nodded, closing his eyes. This time when her hands touched his back, it was feather like. “That’s better…thank you.”

Yor hummed happily, sounding pleased. She pressed with gentle pressure, kneading her fingers into his spine as she slowly worked down his back.

Things were going well- Loid could almost fall asleep to this.

Almost.

“Hm!” A sudden ticklish feeling shot through his torso, making Loid press his lips together in surprise. He hadn’t expected her hands to dip to his sides like that. “Y-Yor! What are you dohoing?”

“Massaging your back- the muscles here can get rather strained if not worked on.” She spoke matter of factly, but the spy was sure he heard a drop of mischief in her voice. Her hands worked their way back to his spine, pressing softly into the muscles. “It’s all part of the treatment.”

Loid bit his lip, pressing his face into the crook of his arm as her hands continued to knead. It was at that moment he remembered just how ticklish his back was. A spot rarely touched- his friends only ever went for his ribs or his feet when tickling him.

When was the last time he’d been tickled there? It honestly felt kinda nice.

“Hm? You’re shaking more than usual? Is it too hard?” Yor lightened the pressure back to featherlike, further increasing the tingles running across his nerves. Loid bit the inside of his cheek as a reluctant smile started tugging on his lips. “Yohohor! Hahahang on!” He grunted out, unable to hold back a few rebellious giggles.

“Ah, so you are ticklish.”

That was the only warning he got before hell broke loose.

“Ah! Ahehahahahaha! Y-Yohohor! Wahhahahahit!” Loid yelped as ten fingers scribbled against his back, pinching his shoulder blades and tracing random shapes against his spine. Squirming, he reached out and grabbed a nearby pillow, shoving his face in an attempt to muffle the growing giggles. “It tihihihiihckles! Aheahhahahah!”

“Does it now? I never knew someone with a ticklish back before!” Yor smiled gleefully as she carried on her gentle tickles, daring a hand up to his neck and giggling when Loid scrunched up in response, laughter increasing in volume. “Careful now, we don’t want to wake Anya.”

“Ihiihihihim trhiihiihiihihying!” Loid yelped, squirming beneath her as Yor found a particularly bad spot near the base of his ribs, making him squeak. “Stohohoohhohop tihiihihihckling meehehhehe!”

“It’s all part of the massage.” She responded, slipping her fingers into his armpits just to hear him cackle. “I can’t just not massage you here- there’s so much tension!” She laughed when he shot his arms down, inadvertently trapping her hands. “Kinda need those back, Loid.”

“Thehehhehehen stahahhahap tihiihihihckling mehehehee!” He managed to choke out, unable to keep his face hidden within the pillow. All his squirming and wriggling only opened more spots for Yor to tickle, leaving him completely defenseless. “I fehehehheheel behehehehehetter! Plehehahahhahhase!”

“Well, if you insist.” Yor pretended to think about it before finally stopping, letting her hands drag down his back in one last flourish before finally pulling away. “Feel better?”

Loid was a mess of breathless laughter, cheeks hot and hair askew. His eyes were misted over with mirthful tears and his limbs felt like gelatin. Did he really feel better?

Yeah, he actually did. “Is it weheheird…to say yehehes?”

Yor chirped with joy, satisfied. “Not weird at all. I’m glad to be of help.” Without thinking much of it, she reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face.

A big mistake on her part.

“Gotcha!” He declared, quickly flipping over and rotating their positions, pinning her to the couch below him. “This is what you-” His leg suddenly gave out, and he found himself nearly falling into her. “Whoa-”

He trailed off, staring into wide red irises as Yor sucked in a breath. They were close- really close. Nose to nose, lips only inches apart. The hand pinning her wrist above her head loosened some, but she didn’t push him away. Her free hand reached up and knotted itself into his shirt, gently tugging on it. “Hey…” She started to smile.

“Hey…” He breathed back, feeling himself relax. Her eyes started to close. He began to lean in…

Her lips tasted like coffee and sugar, just as he imagined they would.

I hope this was good!

#spy x family #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #yor #loid #massages #first kisses #yoid #lee!loid has my heart and soul #as does Yor #really this entire family I love

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Arcanamusica Comic Chapter 1-2 (前編+後編)

“S-Sugoroku…like, that Sugoroku?

“Correct, it is that Sugoroku!” Suu replies. “I assume that you do not need an explanation of the rules. In that case, we can commence the game in order of who came to the venue first. Mr. Legge, here are the dice, if you will.”

Jujo rolls the dice and a small player character appears on the board and starts moving. Shibuyoshi gasps in awe and Jujo’s piece lands on the space with the question:

What are you into these days?

“..What? What- does that mean?” Igashima questions.

“Ah, so we have to answer this stuff and play Sugoroku at the same time?” Maimy asks.

“Like an icebreaker at a mixer,” Kawawa adds. “A game that also makes you introduce yourself a bit more to other people. Kinda gets you excited to meet them.”

Maimy smirks. “Hm~? You’re the kind of guy to go to mixers?”

“..J-Just to socialize..”

“Legge!” Shibyoshi bursts out. “So, what are you into, anyway?”

He thinks, quiet for a minute.

“Baking. Macarons.”

Baking..? This guy looks like he wouldn’t settle for anything less than the high-end macarons they sell in Ginza… (T/N: a very high end shopping district)

“What a wonderful hobby!”

“M-maybe he was trying to do a bit of straight-man comedy there…”

“I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover..?”

“Mr. Dark Palace is next. Please, roll the dice!”

“Yeah, yeah..”

Maimy rolls a three and lands on the question:

Tell me one of your charms! No need to hold back or be embarrassed.

Without a hesitation, Maimy answers, “My looks.”

Well, he didn’t hold back…Kinda impressive…

“Next! Mr. Shibukichi!”

“Here I go!!” Shibuyoshi rolls a three and lands on the space that reads: Tell the person on your left one of the most embarrassing things that happened in your past! Secretly☆

“Wha-!? Tha-that kind of thing…Ahhh…”

“What’s the big deal if it’s a secret, anyway..”

“Th-then..” Shibuyoshi leans over to Igashima and whispers, “...And then…And my…THEN I SAID, PENGUINS GET COLD TOO!..PLEASE DON’T TELL ANYBODY... So cringe…”

Penguins..? What kind of story…

“Next is-”

Igashima raises his hand. “It’s my turn.” He rolls the dice.

If there’s someone you’re interested in here, point them out.

“S-so this is just a blind date?!” Kawawa jumps. “But we’re all guys and we just met today, there’s no w-”

“It’s you.” Igashima gestures towards Maimy.

DID HE JUST..?!

“I taught him.”

“..What?”

“Mai-....Dark Palace was a former student of mine. What you do after graduation…Well, as a teacher, of course I care about what happens to my students.”

Maimy scowls. “Gh…You just care about your reputation as a teacher.”

“So Ikkun, you’re a teacher?” Shibuyoshi asked.

“I am. Ah, but it’s a good idea not to give out too much personal information, right?”

“Mr. RiZ, you’re next.”

His piece lands on the space, asking:

What do you do for a living? And if you want to share, what’s your yearly salary!?

“I do desk work. Just another corporate cog.” Thank god it was an easy question…

“And how much do you make?” Maimy asks.

“It’s kind of embarrassing to say, because really, it’s not much…I guess I’m what you call the working poor, haha, ha…”

“It’s not the least bit embarrassing.” Jujo cuts in.

“...Huh..?”

“The value of our labor is not measured by compensation alone. Growth by improving yourself and contributing to society… Those are the most important values.”

“Heh….That’s what you think…Ha…Well, for someone that spends their entire life working, there’s not much value in anything besides a paycheck.”

“If you are only working to be compensated, there is nothing enriching your life.”

“H-haha..Enriching my life! Good one..”

“Being able to improve yourself through labor is also important, is it not?”

“Imagine being able to think like that when you’re working…I’m jealous of people like you.”

“..Hm?”

“If you have the time to think about things like that at your job, you’re not doing much work at all.”

“The job has nothing to do with it. The factor that affects everything else is your mindset.”

“Ha…I can’t believe people actually have the privilege to think like this…”

“H-hey, you two…” Shibuyoshi gets in between them. “Let’s get along, okay?! Please? Sounds good?”

“Right, so who’s next…”

Legge: What was the name of your first love?

“Angela.” T/N: Read Jujo’s Daily Life Manga 7 to meet her ;)

Dark Palace: tell us about your first kiss.

“Ah, yeah. That was, hm…Probably…Oops, I forgot.”

Shibukichi: What's your ideal first date like?

“Umm..maybe going to the beach at night…Hehehe..”

Ikkun: Do you like surprises? Or not?

“Hmm..I suppose it depends on if the other person is someone who enjoys being surprised.”

RiZ: Please give everyone here a nickname!

“......” (Thinking noises)

-Part 2-

“Hey…listen, everyone..” Shibuyoshi says, “If we were a little more…pumped up… wouldn't this be more fun?”

“Huh..?” Maimy asks.

“You know, what we’re doing now is kinda like fanservice, or something!! The more entertaining we are, the more the viewers will enjoy watching us!”

Maimy sighs. “Well, yeah. You’re right, but this is so fucking boring…”

“So let’s think, how do we make it entertaining even if the writing is terrible!?”

“So the writing is terrible..” Suu crosses their arms.

“I know, what if we each show our talents as performers?!”

Kawawa looks dejected. “You say performers, but that’s not…”

“Not all of us are entertai-” Igashima starts.

“You don’t have to be an entertainer! As long as you give your all, it will be fine! Go big or go home! That way, we’ll all have a great time!”

“U….Uhhh…..I mean, I guess?” Kawawa blinks. “Even if I complain, I’m stuck here…”

“Well,” Maimy exhales. “If that’s the kind of thing we’re supposed to do, it’s whatever…

Igashima smiles. “I suppose I can participate a little more myself.”

“All of you…thank you so much for understanding!”

Jujo rolls the dice and the board shines.

“Congratulations! This is a special question. Everyone must answer the question that this space provides.”

“S-special..!” Kawawa gulps.

Please tell me the color of the underwear you are wearing today! ☆

You’re joking…

“White.” Jujo answers.

“Hm…” Maimy thinks, “Pretty sure they’re black.”

How do they say it so casually…?

Shibuyoshi, blushing, shares, “My mentor told me to wear my favorite red boxers, since it was a big day for me…”

“White.” Igashima adds.

Maimy looks at Kawawa. “Can you just answer already? It’s not a big deal.”

“Gh…They’re just gray or something, okay?”

“What kind? Bikini? Briefs? Boxers?”

“We don’t have to answer that!”

“By the way,” Igashima winks, “the word ‘underwear’ can refer to any article of clothing that you wear under your normal clothes. So when I said white, I was referring to my undershirt.”

“..HUH!? That’s..cheating!”

“In what way is that considered cheating?” Jujo asks.

“.....”

“?”

“Okay, next~” Maimy rolls the dice.

“And with that, Dark Palace is the first member to reach the goal! Congratulations!”

Finally…It’s over…

“Now, we can move on to the second round!”

“Eh?”

“Second round?!” Shibuyoshi yells.

“This time, we have prepared three games for you to play!”

“Why so many?!”

Igashima turns to face Suu. “So essentially, is the Destiny Game the name of the games that your organization hosts?”

“Correct! Please think of it as the name of the video content that is provided to fans of Arcanamusica.”

Shibuyoshi nods. “Woah!”

“Dark Palace, since you won the first round, I will send Arcana points to you!”

“Huh? What’s that?”

Shibuyoshi hands him his phone. “Look, see? if you post a song, and get bets, it’s another way to earn points!”

“Yeah, ok, and?”

“Eh?

“I’m curious too,” Kawawa says. “What do the points do?”

“Ummm..That’s…” Shibuyoshi looks to Suu for help.

“Hm? If you get enough points, you fill the Arcana Gauge, and successfully obtain the title of ‘World’. This allows you..

To grant any wish of your choosing.”

“..What did you say? Kawawa asks, stunned. “W..What are the limitations on that?”

“There are none.”

“No, that’s just.. Not possible..”

“Our management will do our best to accommodate!

Maimy snickers. “Sure, then I wish for one trillion yen.”

“One trillion yen? Is that one trillion, or 100 million? How about 100 trillion yen?”

“...Huh.?”

“Oooh okay, then I want to be this country’s MC!!” Shibuyoshi cheers.

“That can be arranged.”

“In that case,” Igashima fidgets. “I’d like to own my own house in Tokyo.”

“Your wish is my command!”

“....”

“Okay, whatever.” Maimy says. “Can we continue playing the game now?”

“When you receive the title of ‘World’, I will confirm your wish again. In the meantime, please be prepared for the question and decide what you would like!”

Kawawa looks at his gauge, holding 109 Arcana points. “Well…that’s if we can even save them up that far…”

“....” Jujo remains silent, but looks forward with determination.

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you have no idea how obsessed I am with priceless cause Ive been checking ur feed 3 times a day the whole week in hopes that u update it omg but I just saw that you were sick? I hope ure doing better pls take care and TY FOR UR SERVICE 🔥 Im patiently waiting to read the rest hehe

omg eeep i’m happy to hear that you’re excited 🥺 yeah i’ve been sick and my head hurts so bad rn so i’ve been super demotivated :( but ahhh this may have given me a bit more motivation heh i’m writing bit by bit so hopefully i can put it out soon <3

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Disclaimer: my humor is broken DX

Canada, Germany, and Prussia with a friend reader who normally doesn’t drink all of sudden unironically going “two shots of vodka :)” with a vodka bottle (but it’s actually water because friend reader woke up that day and chose chaos lmao)

I uh tried with this one enjoy!

🍁🇨🇦 Canada 🇨🇦🍁

Y/N can be chaotic when they feel like it. Today was one of those days. Since it was the start of Senior year for them, they wanted to be a little wild and have some fun before they had to be a real adult and handle the mundane issues of taxes, bills, and more bills. So you dumped an empty water bottle into a succulent that you had on your desk. You refill it with Amsterdam peach vodka that only really college students would buy to create jungle juice. You took a long swig of it before getting ready for your classes.

“Ahhh!” The cheap alcohol burns your mouth and tastes buds as it goes down and leaves a slightly sickly sweet taste in your mouth. You ran to your refrigerator and chugged some juice to chase the bitter taste away. You shower and prepare for the first day of your senior year. You get a text from Matthew in the middle of your routine while you continue to take intermittent sips of vodka.

Matty: You okay? You know there are only 3omins left in class, right?

You: No, I’m fine I will be there soon.

You toss your phone into your bag and dashed from your apartment to your lecture hall. Leaving only 15mins left in the lecture anyways. When you finally arrived, you plopped down next to Matthew. You were winded and had no more oxygen left in your lungs.

“Easy y/n.” He whispered to you. “What in the world happened to you?”

“Nothing, bro haha. Just a mornin.~” Your words were slightly slurred. Matthew could even smell the alcohol on your breath.

“YOU CAME TO CLASS DRUNK?” He whisper shouted just slightly too loud for being so close to your eardrums. You flinch and move your head away from him so you wouldn’t suffer hearing loss.

“Heh. Yeah. I’m gonna have some FUN this year ahahhaha.”

Matthew tries not to roll his eyes, and you hear him grumble out ‘oh maple pancakes.’

‘Y/N wasn’t kidding when they said they were going to live by the rule: Carpe Deim. I wonder if my dumbass brother has something to do with this.’ To his surprise, you were already leaving the lecture after only a minute of being there. ‘Oh boy, they’re adamant about getting in trouble.’ Matthew packs his stuff. He had more than enough notes for today that he’d share with your tomorrow when you became sober.

“Why do syllabus week if all we do is sit there and listen to professors talk about what we can already read?” You say to no one in particular while you take another long swig of vodka. “CARPE DIEM!” You charge into the school's cafeteria with a concerned Matthew on your tail. Needless to say, he witnessed all of the havoc you created in the university and to others who have done you dirty during your Freshman and Sophomore year.

By the end of it, Matthew was able to get you back to his apartment, where he kept you safe and out of trouble until you were sober again.

“Y/N, I will never let you drink again.”

🍻🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪 🍻

“Hey, Ludwig, after Kaffeestunde, we should play a drinking game!”

“Y/N, that is the worst idea I’ve ever heard from a teaching assistant. Nein.”

“Oh, come on Ludwig let's have a little fun! After all, they’re all Master’s students, and it’s our final year in our Ph.D. programs. This is our year to shine let's have some fun come on! Don’t be a stick in the mud!” You playfully poke at his hardened and reddened cheeks.

“Alright, fine. But we have to STUDY first, then in the second hour, we can play your little drinking game.”

“I’ve got a perfect idea!”

Kaffeestunde am Freitag 16:00

“Alright, everyone, the game we’re going to play is simple: Were going to watch Goodbye Lenin, and you have to take a shot of Belvedere or a sip of Blaufrankisch (a type of Austrian red wine) each time you laugh. Understood?

Unfortunately for you, you had a sensitive funny bone that led to your undoing that evening. Ludwig had to carry you back to his apartment so that he could nurse you back to health.

“Y/N I’m never letting you drink again.”

🐥 Prussia 🐥

“Gilbert! Gilbert! Wait up, I have an amazing plan to have some fun tonight! I managed to copy the keys of one of the lazy janitors, and now we have unlimited access to the planetarium.” You have a wide grin that is adorned on your face. You couldn’t believe how easy it was to use a quick hardening clay to get the imprints you needed to create a new one.

He raised an eyebrow, and his crimson eyes scanned your face and body language for a few moments as he wondered what had happened to his normally calm and mellow friend to return. You were charged up like a hyperactive Pikachu that had discovered Red Bull. You were ready to charge!

“So with these keys at 23:45, we can sneak into the Planetarium once the Professor and his two underlings leave for the weekend. It will be su[er fun I promise. The shows that they put on for students are amazing I’ve been to a few of them, and I can tell you now. It’s worth the risk.” Gilbert’s muted skin still crinkled with confusion.

“Okay, if that doesn’t convince you then maybe this will.” You pull out a colossal bottle of Aromatique.

“Was zur Holle? Where in the world did you get that from?”

“I have my ways.” You pulled out a 5 ml bottle of Tito’s vodka and guzzle it within 5 seconds. Gilberts' jaw dropped.

“Y/N what in the world are you-”

“ I’m a senior this year, and I’ve decided that I’m going to be chaotic.”

And chaotic you were. You only lasted for an hour in the planetarium while playing Never Have I Ever, because you were drunk off your ass. He took you back to his apartment and kept you there until you were actually able to walk.

“Y/N, I’m never letting you drink again.”

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