#lmao anyway. yeah just wanted to get some of these old prompts out of my inbox

[ohbo-ohno]

congratuwelldone on 1k! well deserved!! how about 'being followed' for the prompt game?

-391780

1k game here - no more please!

i know it's been DAYS lmao im so sorry for dropping off on these. i actually forgot how to speak english for like 4 days there. anyways!!! @391780 tysm for the prompt! i went with price since i know he's your guy :) hope i did him justice!

1.2k of walking home from the bar and running into price. no smut! very sweet actually, i think (cw for implied past bullying in like 3 lines)

Your hands are buried deep in your pockets, one hand wrapped around a can of pepper spray and the other trying not to shake.

God, it's cold. Your nose has gone completely numb, and every puff of breath nearly blinds you until the air clears again.

You curse your past-self for ever being stupid enough to go out with an old group of high school friends. You should've known they'd leave you stranded, and you certainly should've known better than to not take your own car to the pub.

Now here you are, a couple glasses of wine in, taking the miserably long walk home.

It's shameful. You're shamed.

You're so caught up in your own self-pity, you don't even notice that there's someone following you, the crunch of ice and sleet beneath their boots loud. You don't notice until there's a hand wrapping around your elbow, and a low voice saying, "Excuse me, miss-"

You don't think, just react. You're already screaming as you whirl around with your pepper spray held high, spraying it into the night air.

To line up with the rest of your horrible night, it doesn't work. You push down the button at the top over and over again, and yet nothing comes out.

You and the stranger stare at each other, both with wide-eyed shocked expressions.

He's far more properly bundled up than you, with a matching knit hat, scarf, and gloves, and a thick green jacket that looks impossibly warm. You can still see that the tip of his nose is red, even surrounded by all of the bushy facial hair he's got.

You both stand silent for a few moments, your aggressive taps to the top of your pepper spray slowly petering off. Then it just gets... awkward. Just you and the stranger you'd try to pepper spray.

"Uh," you finally say, taking a few steps back from him. His hand falls away easily, but he's quick to reach out and try to steady you again when your heel slips against the sidewalk. "Can I help you?"

He makes a low sound, somewhere between a noise of disbelief and a laugh, and his whiskers twitch around his face. "I was trying to help you, love." He holds a small black square out to you. "You dropped your wallet."

It's hard not to let your mouth hang open, but you manage to keep some of your dignity. Instead of gaping, you snatch the little square of leather with fingers that are just barely shaking, stuffing it and the pepper spray back into your pockets.

"And you thought it would be a good idea to follow me - for multiple blocks - and grab me?"

He rubs his chin with a gloved hand, and you're quite sure that if it were any brighter out you'd see a blush coloring his cheeks. "Well," he gruffs, voice deepening slightly before he clears his throat and starts again. "I suppose I hadn't thought of how it might seem to you."

"A stranger grabbing my arm in the middle of the night? You hadn't thought of how that might look?"

Now you can see his blush. "I'm sorry for the scare, love, truly. Better off scared than without a wallet though, yeah?"

You're still a little shaken up, so you cross your arms tight over your chest and turn up your nose as much as you can. It doesn't work too well, considering no matter how much you try to look down at him he still towers over you.

"I guess," you concede. "Still. It's bad manners to scare a woman like that."

Now he smiles, his eyes crinkling. "Well, I wouldn't want you to think I don't know my manners. How about I take you to dinner, to make up for it?"

Your first instinct is to say no, to continue on your way home and keep an eye out for any shadows following you. And maybe it's the few glasses of wine, the rejection you're still nursing, but it occurs to you that it has been quite some time since you went on a date.

You give the stranger another long look. He's tall and broad, big in a way that sparks interest low in your belly. He's also blocking the wind from chilling you further, and you're not in any rush to lose that.

You sniff, shift a little and roll back your shoulders. "Why?"

He cocks an eyebrow. "Why?"

You make a hurried little gesture with your hand, like yes, obviously.

"Does a man need a reason to ask a pretty woman on a date?"

"He does when he's just followed her several blocks from a bar."

He laughs again, a harsh, booming sound in the nearly empty street. "You're not going to let that go anytime soon, are you?"

You try to bite back the small smile you can feel growing, know you fail when his own grin grows. "No, I don't think I will."

He steps a little closer, offering an arm. "Good. I like a woman with a spine."

You laugh as you take his arm, leaning probably a little too close considering this man is still a stranger. "You'll get all that and a little more with me. Now, if you expect a date, we're going to have to find the closest breakfast place."

He hums, tugging you a little closer and beginning to walk a different direction that your house. "Breakfast?"

"Yep," you pop the 'p', just barely resisting the urge to burrow further into him. He's warm. "I've had wine, which means I need pancakes. No pancakes, no date."

He laughs again, and you feel the vibrations through his side. You can't help but giggle yourself, feeling unexpectedly comfortable.

"Pancakes it is, then. By the way, what's your name, love?"

You tell him, then he repeats it back to you.

"I'm John. John Price."

"Do you carry an ID? I should send someone a picture if we head off together. Make sure they can find my body and all that."

He shoots you a bemused glance, eyebrow raised. "If you're worried I might hurt you, shouldn't you be running the other direction?"

You roll your eyes. "If I ran away from every person I thought might hurt me, I'd never go on a single date again. Is that a no to the ID question, then? Because I'm afraid we'll be cutting our date early if that's the case."

"No, no," he assures, digging his own wallet out of his pants. He holds out his ID a moment later, and you pluck it easily from his fingers with your phone camera already pulled out. "It's good you're so vigilant, love. Feel free to send that to whoever you'd like."

You hum, snapping a picture and quickly making sure it's come out clearly before texting it to your best friend with a quick recap of your little meet-cute. "Military?"

"Yes, ma'am. Captain."

You nod like you know what that means, tucking your phone away again and nudging him forward. "Are you important, then?"

He laughs, this time wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tucking you into his side. "Something like that. Now, I believe you demanded pancakes?"

You can't help but giggle at the word demanded, doing your best to nod seriously. "Of course. Lead the way, Captain."

He hums, rubbing your shoulder, and you can't help but feel hopeful for where the night will go.

#this one kinda got away from me im sorry 🫠 #1k celebration #john price x reader #price x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #bo writes #391780

[kay-elle-cee]

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 26 || 891 Words || Read on Ao3 I took a lot of liberties with this one lmao —

Taking great care not to snap any twigs, Lily slowly makes her way from her troop’s cabin to the dying campfire, sitting on a slightly damp log and wiping again at the residual tears leaking from her eyes.

She knows she’s not supposed to be out after curfew—if one of the camp counselors were to find her, she’d be in big trouble. But the nightmare that startled her awake was also preventing her from falling back asleep, and she wanted to deal with her embarrassment alone and away from her bunkmates should any of them wake up.

What kind of twelve-year-old has nightmares at sleepaway camp? 

Her eyes stare fixedly into the dim embers of the fire as she wills any negative and scary thoughts to burn with them. After a few moments, the oppressive weight of the dreams begin to lift just in time for a rustling on the other side of the campfire to douse her in new terror.

I’m sleepwalking, she thinks, immediately latching onto the excuse should one of the counselors emerge and begin to scold her.

Only it’s not a counselor who emerges from the treeline on the other side of the campfire, but a boy. A boy who looks around her age—with wildly messy hair the color of the night—whose eyes go wide in surprise behind his glasses.

“Oh!” He glances behind him nervously, and Lily uses this opportunity to wipe the last bits of moisture from her cheeks. The last thing she wants is to be made fun of after trying so hard to be alone. The boy looks back at her, and she realizes instantly that she hasn’t done a good enough job at hiding her sadness. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” she answers with a nod, dropping her eyes from his to stare back into the dim light of the fire. “Just needed some air.”

“This is a far way from the girls’ cabins.”

“It’s midway through camp, so I guess I could say the same thing to you.”

“Oh, well…” the boy looks behind him again, almost in contemplation, before turning and smiling at her excitedly. “Can you keep a secret?”

Lily doesn’t know why she does it, but she nods, something about the boy’s excitement easing that terror that’s gripped her since she woke up. He takes a few steps towards her, throwing one last look behind him before focusing on her.

“We’re going to scramble all the signs around in the common areas!”

Her brows knit together. “Why?”

This seems to have taken some of the wind out of the boy’s sails. “What do you mean why? It’s funny!”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I guess that could be funny.”

The boy blinks, shifting his weight between his feet. “Are you sure you’re alright? Why’d you come out here, anyway?” Lily’s opening her mouth to parrot her earlier answer and he holds out a hand to cut her off. “And don’t say you needed air—you could’ve just stayed by your cabin for that.”

Well crap. She hesitates, eyes flitting between the boy, the dim fire, and the sliver of moon visible above the treetops. Finally, she sighs, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I had a…nightmare.”

The boy doesn’t tease her, as she finds herself expecting. Instead, his brows furrow and he nods understandably. “Oh, yeah. I used to get nightmares all the time. Don’t have them as much anymore, but some of the boys in the cabin woke up the first few nights here.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Yeah. The rest of us got up and turned on some loud music to drown out all the bad thoughts. Some of the boys just jumped around to shake out the feelings, and then after about five minutes we went back to sleep.” Tilting his head to the side, he considers her. “Have you tried that?”

“My whole cabin’s asleep…I can’t really…” her face reddens again, and she’s thankful for the cover of night to hide it. “I don’t want them to make fun of me for having bad dreams.”

The boy looks at her thoughtfully. “Well, I don’t think they’d make fun of you, but if you’d rather do it here, I’d be happy to help you.”

Her face is absolutely scarlet now. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“There’s four of us—I can show up a little late.”

She considers it. Considers jumping around to non-existent music in the smothered light of the campfire with this boy she doesn’t know, who’s looking at her hopefully, like he can fix what’s wrong with her.

She almost says yes.

Instead, she shakes her head, an embarrassed smile curling her mouth up. “No, I should get back before anyone notices I’m gone.”

Shrugging, the boy grins. “Suit yourself. But if you change your mind, you can always come looking for me.”

Lily can’t help but to laugh quietly. “Change my mind? We’d be skinned alive if anyone knew we were out this late! Besides, I don’t even know you.”

“Oh right. Name’s James.”

“Well, Name’s James, thank you, but I think I’ve got it under control.” Lily takes a few steps back in the direction towards her cabin before stopping to look over her shoulder, where she sees James watching her with a funny kind of smile. “Thanks again, though. And good luck with your prank.”

#it's (always) you #jilytober2023 #jily #jple #james potter #lily evans #31 prompts

[yeowangies]

Feeling lucky

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PAIRING: Goku/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Modern Setting AU, No Powers AU, Explicit Sexual Content, Attempt at humor, Some fluff. WORDCOUNT: 2725

Summary:

“I heard your conversation over the phone, and I was wondering if I could maybe join you? I’m new to this city and I was going to eat alone anyway.”

Notes:

I started writing this today, and I want to do it in like... and hour or so, I did this to relax my mind and try something easier to read and write. And I wasn't planning on writing over 2k, but as I kept going I realize that wasn't gonna happen... And I obviously took more than an hour to write...

This is based on a prompt that I don't remember where I read it, but it's person A being stood up on a blind date, and person B overhears and asks if they can join them for dinner.

Originally a drabble but got out of hand? Anyway enjoy lmao

“This is the last time I’m letting you set me up with someone!” You yell angrily at your phone. “No, he’s not ‘a little late’, he stood me up!”

Your friend keeps making excuses over the phone. Maybe he’s lost, maybe he got confused. But you’ve been waiting for like 30 minutes, and that’s a lot more than you’d wait for anyone. 

“Look, I’m angry at you right now, but I’m angrier at the jerk who didn’t show up. And I’m hungry. I’m hanging up now.���

With that, you hang up. It’s not like this is going to ruin your friendship or anything. But you are hungry. Taking a look at the menu again to check if you weren’t up for anything more substantial, you look for the waiter to finally order something other than water, but a stranger is standing really close to you, startling you.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you!” He says, holding his hands up. “I heard your conversation over the phone, and I was wondering if I could maybe join you? I’m new to this city and I was going to eat alone anyway.”

You look at him, bewildered. This guy is actually really cute; tall and with disheveled hair and a surprisingly lovely expression on his face, in contrast with how broad his shoulders and chest are. You were supposed to have a blind date, so this is close to being the same situation, right? And this is a public place, so you shouldn’t worry too much in case he’s a psychopath or something. 

“You heard my conversation on the phone?” You ask him, playfully. 

“Well, you were kinda yelling.” He chuckles.  

His smile is adorable. You look him over for a second before nodding and gesturing to the seat in front of you. 

“Thanks. I’m Goku, by the way.” He says, sitting by the table.

You introduce yourself just before the waiter shows up, asking if you were ready to order. It surprises you that Goku actually orders a lot of food. 

“You’re not gonna make me pay, right?”

“No!” He laughs. “Don’t worry, I have money.”

“Okay…” You look at him, a little amused but warily. 

“So you were stood up?”

“Ugh, yeah… My first date in like a year and… he probably saw me and left, or something…”

“Aw, I don’t think anyone would do that.”

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. Goku is still smiling sweetly at you, is he just being friendly? 

“What about you, are you really new to the city?”

“Yeah, I just moved in yesterday. And I don’t really know anybody.”

“ If it’s ok to ask, why did you move?.”

“I… recently got divorced.” 

Oh. 

“Me and my ex just get along fine now, but our son has to go to high school so… I moved in here with him.”

“You have a son?!” You ask, unashamed, with eyes open wide. He does not look like he has a son that goes to high school. 

“Yeah… I have two, actually.”

You would have spit water had you been drinking, but you’re glad you weren’t. 

“Is it that surprising?” Goku asks, scratching the back of his neck, obviously a little nervous. “I got married at 18 and we had our first kid right away…”

“You don’t need to explain anything, I’m sorry. You just don’t look that old…”

“Thanks.” He smiles at you, making you blush a little.

“So, um… how old are your kids?”

“Gohan is 23, and Goten is 13.”

You sigh, a little relieved. Goku is insanely attractive, and you’re glad you’re not the same age as his oldest son. 

You want to start considering this a date, but you wonder if Goku would feel the same. He’s divorced, maybe he’s not ready to date, and he just wants a friend; he did say he didn’t know anyone in the city. Maybe the best thing to do is see how things flow during dinner. 

When the food arrives, you’re stunned at how much he can eat. You haven’t seen anyone eat like that ever, and you can’t help but smile as he basically swallows down plate after plate. 

“Are you a world champion eater?” You tease him after you both finish your meals.

“No!” Goku chortles. “I did win the Martial Arts Tournament a couple of times, though.”

“Really?!” You look him over for the umpteenth time. That would explain the size of his body.

“Yeah! Haven’t participated in one in a while.” 

You drink down your glass of water in one gulp. It’s insane this specimen of a man is single currently, and sitting at your table. You have no idea what having children is like, so you can’t judge, but what is there even to argue about with a husband like that?!

Except maybe… You look at him as discreetly as you can, your eyes going as further down as they are allowed to until the edge of the table gets in your line of vision. There’s nothing you can tell from your angle, but he couldn’t be small, could he…? Not with those muscles he has going on, but…

“Um…” Goku interrupts your train of thought, looking a little nervous. “Would it be okay if I ask for your number?”

You blink. 

“You’re really nice, and I don’t even know this city well, so… maybe you can show me around?”

“I… Sure, I don’t mind.”

“Great!” He smiles widely, handing you his phone for you to type in your number.

Once you’re heading out, Goku holds the door open for you to step out as you put your jacket on. It’s already pretty late, and you’re considering calling a cab to your place, even if it’s not too far. 

“Do you live nearby?” He asks you. “Maybe I can walk you.”

“My place is just some blocks away, but it’s fine-”

“I’ll walk you.” He offers you a gentle smile. And you can’t say no to that. 

On your way there, you’re glad Goku actually seems to like to talk a lot. He makes you laugh easily, and even makes you blush from time to time. He’s incredibly charming, and you start to feel a little self conscious about the fact that he’s walking you home. You want him to come into your apartment, but the line is still blurry about this dinner being a date or just a friendly meetup. 

“This is where I live.” You point out once you’re in front of your building. “I had fun!”

“Me too!” Goku blushes slightly, and it catches you a bit off guard. 

Neither of you say anything for a second, as you wonder yet again if you should ask him to come up. 

“Is it okay…” He speaks first, and you fix your eyes on him. “Is it okay to kiss you?”

“Yeah… Yes, I’d like that.” You stumble with the words as you feel your face inevitably heat up.

Goku smiles softly as he puts his hands on your shoulder and leans in. You meet him halfway, getting on your tiptoes, as your lips touch. It’s a gentle kiss, just lips pressing against lips, but it still sends shivers up your spine, especially when one of his hands slides up towards your neck, and his thumb caresses your cheek. 

When you pull away, you’re breathless and your mind is clear. 

“Do you… wanna come up?”

He nods eagerly, and you grin, tugging at his hand as you walk into the building. When you close the door of your apartment, you kiss him again, bringing him down to your lips by the shirt, as he makes a noise of surprise. It’s a more hurried kiss than the previous one, but just as soft; you don’t want to rush into things, but something just feels right. 

“Is this okay?” You ask him, pulling back a little to look at him.

The gleam in his eyes is enough for an answer. Goku puts his hands on your hips and leans down to kiss you again, hungry and needy. You return it with the same intensity, tugging at his jacket as you walk backwards towards your bedroom. 

Clothes fly across your apartment, and you’re both in your underwear by the time you fall onto the bed, lips barely ever parting. You run your hands up and down his back, and God, it’s insane how hot he is, his muscles flexing underneath your fingers. Breaking the kiss, you push at his shoulders to make him lie on his back against the mattress, and he eagerly complies. 

You take him in as you straddle his hips, and you can’t believe how defined his muscles are as you run your hands down his chest. Hell, you can probably wash your clothes on his abs if you wanted to! Goku grins cheekily the more you stare, softly trailing his hands up your thighs and squeezing your hips. Blushing slightly, you lean down to kiss him briefly on the lips before trailing down his neck and his chest, slowly dipping lower. 

Hooking your fingers on his underwear, you pull it down, and you’re finally face to face with his erection. Relief washes over you when you realize he’s not small at all. Hunger settles in afterwards, mouth watering as you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking it gently. He groans low, sitting up on his elbows, and you smirk at him before darting your tongue out to taste him. 

Goku stares at you through hooded lids, enamored, as you lick up and down his length, before wrapping your lips around the head. You take your time, trying to get more of him into your mouth, flattening your tongue on the underside. He whispers your name, running his hands through your hair, holding it up and away from your face for a better view of your actions, and you mentally thank him. Once you reach the base, you try hard not to gag as you hold in place for a second before pulling away. His hips stutter when you take him in again, dragging your lips all the way down in one swift move. 

“Fuck…” Goku pants, tugging at your hair lightly. His hips buck in again, and you know it’s time to pull away. 

He pulls you in for a sloppy kiss as soon as you crawl over his body, rolling you over so he’s on top once again. You gasp when you feel his hand sneak in your panties, purposely caressing your clit. Your legs twitch and you cling to him tighter the faster his fingers move. Trailing his lips lower, he pushes your bra up and away from your chest to take a nipple into his mouth. 

You moan when Goku slides two fingers inside you, arching your back as he keeps softly swirling his tongue over your nipple. You move your hips in time with his fingers, trying to get more of them, but he’s keeping a leisurely pace at the same time he keeps stroking your clit with his thumb. There’s heat rapidly pooling in your lower abdomen, so you promptly tug at his hair when he switches sides to kiss your other breast.

“Hurry…” You whimper, not too embarrassed to sound desperate. 

Goku grins down at you as he pulls his fingers away, sitting in between your legs to pull down your panties. 

“You’re gorgeous…” He says, staring at you while you discard your bra on the floor. 

“And you’re insanely hot.” You reply, making him laugh and lean down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. 

You smile against his lips while reaching for the nightstand to look for a condom. He takes it from you as soon as you grab it, briskly putting it on before holding your hips closer. He locks his eyes onto yours, and you feel your entire face heat up under his gaze as he slowly guides his dick towards your entrance. 

When Goku slides in carefully, you gasp, bracing yourself with your hands gripping his arms like an anchor. He feels even bigger now that he’s inside, and his previous work with his fingers has left you in a haze. You moan loudly when he buries himself to the hilt, closing your eyes shut at the sensation. 

“You feel amazing…” Goku says in a hoarse voice, and you glance at him to see his eyes filled with lust. 

He grips your hips before pulling back and thrusting in. You feel his cock, hot and heavy, opening you up slowly with his every move, and you couldn’t help the sounds spilling from your lips. He’s groaning loudly too, and it’s one of the sexiest noises you’ve ever heard. How can this man be so adorable but so hot and so good at the same time?

You pull him in for a searing kiss, wrapping your hands around his neck. Goku returns it just as hungrily, grunting against your lips as he speeds up, slamming his hips against yours. The moans you make keep growing louder every time his cock hits inside you just right, and you’re not actually paying attention to the kiss anymore, but you need to feel close. 

The faster and deeper his thrusts become, the more you realize you’re closer to the edge than you thought you were. Goku breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your jaw, kissing and nipping at the skin there. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, like you’re afraid he’ll stop, making him groan low. The knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter and it’s too much, he’s making you feel intense pleasure in such a short time, you can’t explain it. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” Goku barely pants against your ear.

You feel his thumb rub against your clit then, and that’s all you need to go over the edge. Your body shudders beneath him, moaning as you see stars behind your lids. You hear him curse under his breath as he keeps thrusting inside you before he growls loudly. His cock pulses inside you as he comes, pumping into you, riding his orgasm, before coming to a halt. 

Goku kisses you passionately before pulling out, and you keep your hands wrapped around his shoulders, panting against his lips. You could feel the smile on his lips as he trailed soft kisses down your neck before rolling off you. 

You feel completely out of it as the afterglow settles in. This man is definitely one of the best, if not the best sex you ever had, and you only met him by chance. When you look him over, he’s smiling at you, completely happy, as he wraps one arm around your shoulder. He even looks more attractive then, with hair sticking to his forehead, and his skin sweaty from the activity. You return the smile, snuggling closer as he discards the condom on the trashcan by your bed. 

Goku moves to sit up after a while, and you look at him with sleepy eyes when he stands up.

“You can stay if you want…” You murmur languidly. 

He turns to smile at you as he reaches for his pants, looking inside his pockets.

“Okay, I just have to text my son so he doesn’t worry.”

You make a noise to acknowledge what he said, slowly closing your eyes. You’re dozing off when you feel the bed shift and an arm wrap around your waist.

The sunlight filtering through the window wakes you up, and you groan sleepily when you hear Goku’s loud snoring beside you. It luckily did not disturbed you last night, but then again you’re lucky loud noises most of the time do not bother you. You look around for your pants that you know are somewhere on this floor, and you reach for them without getting up once you locate them. 

It’s almost 9 in the morning, but it’s Sunday, so you don’t worry. Looking at your messages, you read one from the friend who had set you up with that date last night; she’s apologizing and telling you she has other friends she can set you up with. You laugh quietly, and look over at the man sleeping beside you before replying to her message.

Don’t worry, I already got lucky last night. 

#dbz fics #dbz fanfiction #dbz imagine #goku x reader #goku x you #goku #dbz #dragon ball z #my writing

[tired-of-being-nice]

67 for Milo and Coren! :3

67 on the prompt game: Playing The Melody

(this took so much longer then i expected it to, lmao)

cws: emotional whump, fucked up economic systems

"Milo!!! Milomilomilomilo! Look what I got!"

Milo lowers their book and glances up, and their eyes immediately widen in shock. "Woah. Is that–"

"It is!!" Coren says gleefully, hugging it to their chest. "An actual, real-life guitar! It's probably not tuned right and I think some of the strings are kinda busted but– so cool, right?"

"So cool," Milo agrees. "Where on earth did you get it?"

"Oh, the, um, the junk store," Coren says, with a hint of forced casualty. Milo nods in understanding. The junk store–so called because it mostly carries, well, junk–is...maybe not exactly a store. It doesn't take any company's scrip, just deals in bartering, which seems like it should be illegal, but the store is a fixture of their neighborhood and it's never been shut down that Milo's heard of, so...

"Yeah, I had to trade in a bunch of old clothes and some food—don't give me that look, Milo, I'm fine!—but I got it! And I can kinda play it! Here, look."

And without any further warning, Coren sits down on the stoop across from Milo and begins to pluck at the strings.

It's slow, and awkward, and even Milo can tell it's not very good. But as it plays, slowly, Milo begins to recognize what it's playing.

"I think I know this song!" they say.

Coren beams at them, and Milo's heart swells. "Yeah?! Good! It's an old song, a folk song, I think. I'm pretty sure I've heard it somewhere, can't remember where, but– um– yeah." It looks down at the strings and starts playing again, apparently abruptly embarrassed.

It's still not very good. Pretty bad, actually, objectively speaking. But Milo doesn't care. They think it's wonderful.

———

"Oh, Ray, I didn't know you had a piano."

"Oh! Uh, yeah. I- It was given to me by my family, um, I wouldn't actually buy something so- so frivolous, er-" Ray flails for the correct thing to say with increasing panic. By the time he'd woken up Milo and told them Coren was gone, it seemed too late to go after it, and Milo had simply said "Ah. I see." 

Ray had expected them to leave after that, but instead they'd started wandering around Ray's house like a ghost. Ray wants to ask them to leave, or remind them that they do both have to get to work soon, or tell them that she does want either her spatula back or compensation, but some instinct of politeness has been holding her back. And now-

"Do you play?" Milo says, looking at him directly for the first time this morning. Ray is startled by the focus in their gaze, which usually seems to be looking somewhere else entirely. If he didn't know better he'd say they look eager, but- no, that can't be it. He's never seen Milo look eager for anything in the whole time he's known them.

"...A little," she says. "Used to, anyway, I haven't had time to in...oh, geez, several years?" She forces an awkward laugh that, judging by Milo's stare, is not remotely convincing.

"Can you play something now?" Milo says.

Ray hesitates. "I- I'm out of practice. And you'd owe me, you know-"

"I know," Milo says easily. "We'll rebalance the book later. One song? Please."

Ray, pretending his best that he doesn't really want to (it's been so long, when will he get another chance?), says "Fine. One. Any requests?"

Milo answers so quickly Ray's a little suspicious. "I don't know the name, but it's this old folk tune. It's like- da da dada, da da dada, da da daaa dada dada..."

"...Yes. I know it." Ray shuffles through her music and sits. "Nice and short. Okay."

She plays– hesitantly at first, she is out of practice, but slowly picking up speed, though she flinches every time she hits a sour note. By the end, though, she's closer to smiling than she has been in a long time.

"That was nice," Milo says, and Ray turns to look at them. He'd nearly forgotten they were there. "Thank you, Ray. I'll see you at work."

With that, they turn and leave, abrupt and purposeful, as if nothing odd had transpired whatsoever. Ray is left standing in the doorway, staring after them and wondering why on earth they would want to hear something that made them look so terribly sad.

#asks?! for me?! #oc: coren #oc: milo #oc: ray #october's whump #emotional whump #if you guess the song you get a cookie! if not thats fair i didnt give many hints. i'll post it tomorrow anyway

[trrickytickle]

Ten-Tickles 🛸

the punchline was “what does it take to make an alien laugh?” but then again, title would get too long. last fic i did for this franchise was so bad (it was pretty much a glorified headcanon list) so i deleted it 💀 Be warned, a lot of these drabbles have the same sort of wafer-thin setup, I just need excuses to write the situations they're in.

Self-indulgent switch Ben+Gwen drabbles I did in between prompts and such. because 1) I’m a 2000s CN kid and 2) I’m trash lmao. Props to my brother for putting up with me for asking him questions about a show I haven’t seen in years and then again it was only bits and pieces of said show. they should have had a tk scene let me live my truth. and yes i've never watched this show in years but i do have a human encyclopedia at my disposal (shoutout again to my poor brobro)

But anyways, oh my DAYS, Ben and Gwen. Still essential parts of EVERY tickle doodle sheet. They were THE ler-leaning switches ever in my day (old hag voice). DEF annoying lers, tk potential THROUGH DA ROOOOF but the shenanigans are better in small doses. footerfeet tickles in ditto + wildvine + greymatter drabbles btw (if u dont like) (OH and in the last drabble as well)

I am NOT familiar at all with any of the story stuff or like 128923 other serieses. All I know is that there's a blue furry now and what my brother tells me (a whole bunch, it's the tism) (same). This is just my brainvomit.  So yeah. These are the small shenanigan doses. 10 drabbles, 10 aliens, that’s the gist.  YEAH IM TRASH SUE ME

Putting the weird gut-wrenching feeling he got after the Omnitrix would power down again aside, Ghostfreak was a fun one. What was not to love about phasing through walls like a peeping Tom and scaring the crap out of little kids? Best part was- Gwen didn’t seem to like him.

This past summer, the Rustbucket had parked its tires down next to many, many art museums, much to Ben’s dismay. The Cleveland Art Museum was no different to him (it was in Ohio, so it was probably worse).  Marble statues and paintings filled a lifeless square with ivory walls as if to compensate for something. Like the art strung up on the walls, it was a tragic sight. Ben gave a loud groan, to which Grandpa Max shushed in response.

“Look, it’s all part of the deal-” he lectured. “We went where you wanted to go-”

“Blehh-bleh-blehh-bleh-bleh-bleh-bleeh..” Ben mocked, just barely brushing past a delicate display.

“Can’t you have some culture, mush-for-brains!?” Gwen snapped. “This place has lots of history behind it!”

They kept walking, stopping to admire piece after piece after piece, and then they just had to read the little information cards on the bottom. Boring.

“Yeah, yeah, history, schmistory. The guy who drew that’s probably dead anyway. Speaking of dead…” Slamming the dial on a spooky silhouette, Ghostfreak floated up with a chill in the frigid air. 

 "Boo!" he joked, startling Gwen (and everyone else in the museum) with a jolt. She scowled, glaring daggers into Ghostfreak's single pupil.

“What? This place is practically a ghost town already.” Another glare from the ginger. “Tough crowd, I guess.”  Ghostfreak phased through a few statues and peeled off its skin to scare onlookers, then went back to bother Gwen again.

“Heeeeeyyy…” 

"What.” Gwen snapped, turning around from her view of a sculpture. The alien dove through her torso, phasing through and quite literally getting inside her head, possessing her and stringing her hands around like a disorganized puppeteer.

"Stop tickling yourself." Ghostfreak rasped. Out of her control, Gwen's own hands danced around her tummy. Her possessed body struggled to keep from breaking out in a laughing fit, snickering, snorting and gritting her teeth.

"NGH-gh-hh-heh.." Gwen grunted, contorting her twisting smile into a grimace. Her own arms still moved unwillingly around her sides, and Ghostfreak's teasing whispers rang through her own corporal body.

"Stop tickling yourself. Stop tickling yourself. Stooop tickling yourself~" Her cousin's nagging voice surrounded Gwen's thoughts louder than usual, and if that wasn't bad enough, her own fingers involuntarily dug their way into her ribs, and along the hallowing halls reverberated her shrill, loud shriek.

'Hehehe-haha-hYIEEEEK!! Youhohou're such a dweeb!!" Through laughter, her own hands squeesed their way down her sides.

Ghostfreak phased out of her, laughing in a strange demented manner. Scowling, Gwen and Grandpa Max were dragged out of the building whilst Ben floated behind, gloating.

Well, this wasn't the first place they were kicked out of.

The Plumber base was cool at first. The secret entrance was cool. The alien ray-guns were cool. Even the prospect of plain old Grandpa kicking butt for a living was cool. As visits became more frequent, the wow-factor dulled. Grandpa Max would almost always be off discussing confidential matters, and Ben and Gwen would be left to their own devices under the vague condition of "don't touch anything", and more often than not, Ben would run into a room he wasn't allowed in while Gwen ran after him, and such was the case. A monitor twice the size of a movie screen fell before the cousins' eyes, with a keyboard thrice as wide to boot.

"Too many failed login attempts. Try again in fifteen minutes!?" Ben groaned. "You'd think we'd be allowed to test some of this stuff out.."

"What part of "don't touch anything" do you not understand, bozo?" Gwen retorted.

"Relax, it's not like he'll notice.." Ben shrugged in response, fingers wriggling over the cluttered keyboard. Before he could lay a finger on it, Gwen held him up by the back of his shirt.

"Hey! Do I look like I want Grandpa to kill us?"

Writhing, Ben looked down, turning the Omnitrix dial and slamming it, resulting in a mass of neon-streaked ferrofluid coagulating into his technological form. Upgrade slithered its way out of Gwen's reach and enveloped the screen, and Ben was interlinked to the monitor.

"Wo-ho-hoah! Look at all these! I don't even know what to name all of them!" Upgrade chirped, putty-like head popping out of the monitor. Slides of alien data files popped up in duochromatic green and black. Gwen groaned in frustration and scoured the keyboard for some sort of power down switch.

"Come on, come on! The Plumbers should know where to put a dang off button!" Disgruntled, Gwen's fingers closed as many tabs as her cousin could open. Ben felt jolts of static zapping at his mechanical form. For every press on the unnecessarily complicated contraption, the little zaps would grow increasingly inconvenient. And they tickled. Bad. Upgrade thrashed, threatening to jump out of the screen.

"-ngh- Would you stop -ugh- bothering me? I'm trying to get us- YOU out of trouble!" Gwen dodged the assault of his synthetic limbs while resuming her attempt to shut the device off.

"Hehe-heh-hey! I'm nohot trying to, you're tickling me!" Upgrade jittered. There was an eager glint in Gwen's eyes which made him regret his choice of words. Like a pianist, she cracked her knuckles, wiggling her fingers before the keys.

"Oh yeah? How's this for tickling? How about this?" Gwen pressed a crescendo of keys in a sadistic cacophony in a quick, succeeding fashion. Her fingers precisely clicked away from the top row all across the bottom. Upgrade's putty-like construct could barely constrict, only jutting outwards as each shockwave coursed through his synthetic body.

"G-gh-HA-HA-heh-HAHA-hah-heh-ha-HAHAHAHAHA! Quihihit it, lame-brain! Stohop, stohoho-hop! Ihi-hihi'm beheh-hehe-gging you!"

"Nope. Serves you right!" Gwen continued, smirking in sadistic glee at her newfound knowledge. Her hands criss-crossed across the board, aiming for certain nooks and crannies (the space bar was especially bad), laughing along with the Mechamorph.

As what was left of ten minutes ticked away, the clicking of keys grew louder and faster, and Upgrade's chippery laughter rang through the hallowed halls of the Plumber base.

It wasn’t fair. No matter how many games of license plate bingo Ben betted it on, it was always Gwen who got to sit and soak up the AC in the front seat. It was torture, seeing her kick back, a gloating grin square on her face when she looked back at the shaky, sizzling back seat- and desperate times like this called for desperate measures. Annoying ones. Wandering his way down the matted carpet of the Rustbucket on his tiptoes, Ben crept up at his cousin and goosed her in the sides with an evil glint in his eyes.

“Poke.”

A squeal! made Grandpa look back from the steering wheel and groan dejectedly. Gwen scowled, gritting her teeth.

“Rrrr!  Why do you have to be such a- EEEEE!!” A plethora of pokes followed from her sides up to her ribs, along with occasional digs at her armpits- that is if they weren’t slammed shut in preparation for imminent attack.

“Gr-Grandpa! He’s being annoying!” To no avail, Grandpa Max kept on driving, trying to shut out her high pitched laughter.

“I’m only stopping if you’ll let me sit up front..” Ben retorted obnoxiously. “Poooooke- OW!” Gwen flicked him on the index finger in response, giggling smugly. He attempted to reach in numerous times afterwards, but each one would be deflected by Gwen’s hand.

“Nice try, doofus! That won’t work on me!” she stated, hands on hips. It was desperate times like now which called for desperate measures. Knowing Ben, he wouldn’t back down from a challenge, and when Gwen heard the dial-turn of the Omnitrix, it spelled trouble.

“But this might!” Four-Arms’ booming, baritone voice growled. His massive size bent him double against the roof of the RV, which only made Gwen closer to (two) arms’ reach.

“Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.”

But think about it he did. Gwen’s wrists were grasped by Ben’s single muscle-bound alien arm, lifting her up, and his other three were prodding away while she squirmed at the hands of the squatting extraterrestrial.

"Hihihehehehehe-AH-haha! Puhuhut me dohohown!" She bucked, instinctively kicking the window so hard the air freshener swung like a pendulum. Grandpa Max lifted one hand off the steering wheel to facepalm and rub his temples. Kids.

"Surrender the front seat!"

"Or whahahat, you slimeba-ha-hall!?"

"Or I'm amping it up!" Halting the stabbing jabs, Four-Arms lifted Gwen's legs up, receiving full access to her torso. Her long-sleeved tee was pulled to reveal her midsection, which his brawny lower hands then toyed with like an organ. "So, about that front seat.. Ready for it to be mine now? Huh??.." " ..Huh? Aw, MAN!" Like it was fate, the Omnitrix timed out in a flash of red, and Ben was met with a stern Grandpa-glare.

Why'd she always have to win?

"Kk-ggh-HA-HA! That's unfahair! G-Gwen, you're che-hee-HEA-ting!" 

"Hah-how is it chehe-heating if- -ngh- I'm nohot letting you cheat!?" 

The plasticine squeak of chafing against polyester was frequent as gunfire in the warzone that was the Rustbucket and laughter filled summer air like mustard gas- an all-out tickle tussle had arose in the midst of a stop for gas and supplies. Gwen had the upper hand, as Ben had slid off onto the carpet from her dirty tactic of holding up his left hand (conveniently also his cool alien watch-wielding hand) and targeting his armpit. Hypocritically, she reached over for her spellbook,  leaning over on the booth seat as her cousin floundered on the carpet, and she had let go, unaware, only to look back at a flash of neon green. Ditto emerged, splitting into one- then two- then three. 

"Uh-ooooh, looks like somebody's outnumbered!" One chatty clone piped while the other snuck up behind her back, putting its arms above Gwen's shoulders and mercilessly targeting her tummy. The other two, however, grabbed her ankles and tossed her shoes off and gave each other the same shit-eating knowing smirk, cartoonishly wiggling their free fingers. 

"Hah-hehe-HA-ha-HA! Ahaha-ha-quit it, quit it, qui-hih-hi-hit it!" Gwen repeated, giggling.

"Raspberry on three?" the Ditto at her left foot remarked, the rest nodding. 

"Three.. two.." 

"One!" Gwen yelled, squeezing the Ditto behind her's side. All three yelped in unison, and the smile on her face shifted to one involuntary to a knowing grin. Smirking, she pinned the clone down, pursing her lips and leaning in for a satisfyingly sloppy raspberry, then  another, and then another. All three laughed hysterically, swatting at air. 

"guh-HA-HAHA-AHAHAHA-HA!! Stoppit! P-puh-PLEEASE!" 

"Hah-HA-Ha-HAHA-Haha-have MERCY!!" 

"Nnnnghh-HHHAHA-HA!! It TICKLES!!" 

"Not 'till lunch, dwe- ACK!" Gwen called back as the Omnitrix timed out, only to be greeted with a pounce by her now-human cousin, his fingers threateningly spidering over her. "Don't even! B-Be-hehe-hen!"

Typically, Gwen wasn't one to boast. It was mainly Ben's antics that kept her humble during the road trip. Today seemed to be a rather obnoxious exception- she'd just grasped a spell, and used it every chance she got. Throughout this long summer day, cries of "Reanima Verdanica!" irritated Ben and to an extent, Grandpa Max to no end as flowers bloomed wherever she went.

"Alright, alright! I get it! You can make a few posies and pansies, what's the big deal!?" Ben whined. No response. Thinking the campsite they were parked at could use a little sprucing up, wildflowers sprouted from the mana on Gwen's hands onto the ground. Flowers that were tenfold their original size were visible from the sun-faded windows. Ben slumped onto the dinette table, rolling his eyes, when not long after he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"A little Wildvine'll show her who's boss!" Evergreen now surrounded the inside of the vehicle in a flash of light.  Ben, in Wildvine's form, slithered out the door and snuck up behind his cousin.

"Reanima...verdanicAAHHH! What is WITH you, freakazoid!?" 

"Hah! How's this for a plant?" Wildvine growled. "Betcha flowers can't do this!" Extending like a jumper cable, a tendril from his left hand extended, grabbing Gwen by her legs. Upside-down, the spellcaster struggled in her surprisingly strong bonds. Her spellbook fell to the floor with an underwhelming thud.

"Grrrr! Let me down, or-"

"Or what? You're gonna make me a flower crown?" He gloated. Wildvine's tuberous face shifted into a smirk, and from his sides, he conjured three sets of rakelike vines- two of which wormed into Gwen's armpits, the other pair slowly skittered against her ribs and tummy, and, to her relief, the last pair laid still against his roots. His methods were slow, but boy, were they evil.

"Ngh-hehe-gGGGGH! Reanima-haha... Verda-HA! Reanima Ver-daha-HAnicA! Ngh.. STUPID spell!" Continually, Gwen attempted to say the spell straight-faced, but humiliating giggles would slip out in between her attempt to resist. Not even weeds would grow from the ground. 

"Payback, princess!" Wildvine rasped, the last set of arms shot up and the left arm grabbed hold of her left foot, whilst the right took off her shoe and began to scribble and shuffle against her sole in quick succession. The other vines followed suit, speeding up.

"Ugh! Reanima-HA-HAHAHAHA! Eeee-ya-hehehe-HAHAHA! You are so-hoho getting it when I'm out of here!"

She'd keep that promise and keep it well.

(oh ma JESUS i had to do research (ick) to get this one to work, i'm also a dog person if you couldn't tell)

Most people associated summer with sweltering heat and running through sprinklers. Most people, however, would not associate it with a life-or-death journey to retrieve lost alien DNA samples across the galaxy on a spaceship. Half the Omnitrix's rogue's gallery had been magically corrupted in a battle with Hex, giving Ben limited access to its library. 

It wasn't as grueling as the past battle against Vilgax- the aliens scanned in the past had offered themselves up again without a fight- but Wildmutt's sample was different. Its home planet Vulpin also housed heaps of malignant radioactive waste, so Tetrax, the crystalized mercenary, took matters into his own hands and brought it onto the ship. Flighty, feral and difficult to control, it was hard to ease. 

"Now, no sudden movements.." Tetrax husked. "Just touch and scan." 

"Aw, yeah! Just one left and it's hero time!" Ben boasted. To prevent further damage, the Vulpimancer was surrounded by a ring of creeping green crystal. 

"Nice doggy.. good doggy.." Gwen attempted to reason. The alien responded, eagerly lapping her face and showering it in thick drool. "Ugh! Gross!" Sniffing the air, the canid alien inched toward the two human children. It snarled, then with a series of curious pants, leapt at Ben. 

"Yeesh. Talk about a sudden movement." Gwen chided. The Omnitrix-bearer was nervous- its sharp teeth and cud-like drool was an inch to his face. Tetrax and Gwen flinched. Ben knew Wildmutt, and he knew him well- this beast could maul him at any second. 

What came instead was much less lethal- the alien's panting changed to that of excitement, and nuzzling against the fabric of Ben's shirt, it started to sniff him, the gusts of hot air blowing against his tummy. 

"Nnghh! Gh-hh-Ahah-Hh--" 

Gritting his teeth, it didn't take long before he'd burst into loud, embarrassing laughter. 

"AH-hah-ha-ha-HAHA! Hehe-haha- Te-hetrax! Make him stohohop!" 

Tetrax stood, smiling innocently. Boyish laughter urged the Vulpimancer to lean in closer and pepper Ben with slobbering dog-kisses, much to Gwen's delight- this was perfect blackmail material. 

"Aw, who's a good boy? Whooo's a good boy? Who loves torturing my doofus cousin? You do, ooooooh, yes, you do!" Gwen cooed, teasing Ben with wriggly fingers. 

"Gaha-guh-Gwen! J-Juhust ge-heh-het Wildmutt offa mehe-hehe!" 

"What's that? The doofus says he likes it?" She chided. 

"Now, now, don't tease him too much. Scanning mode will trigger soon." Tetrax responded, ceasing playing dumb. 

Ben bucked, as the Vulpimancer's head wormed its way into his armpit, instinctively causing him to conk it on its skull with the Omnitrix. The watch glowed a dim orange as a robotic voice reverbrated-

 "Scanning mode engaged." Finally. Both Tetrax and Gwen helped the mushy, giggly puddle on the floor which was Ben Tennyson up. Panting in relief, the tingly, shaggy sensation passed. The Omnitrix was complete, and it was safe travels back from here- safe, long, travels where Gwen wouldn't let him live this down.  

(this picture looks really stupid HAHA)

Despite the wide range of useful alien heroes in the Omnitrix, it was no secret that Ben had a clear bias towards Four-Arms- what more could you want? Heck, the guy was hulked out, with four knuckle sandwiches at the ready- and his strength could fare useful for any situation.. especially annoying Gwen. The cousins were tasked to work together on setting up camp, and knowing them, things would only take a turn for the worse. Littered across the campsite were pinewood not yet built into a campfire and tents left unpitched- all because the two were too busy squabbling. 

"...What part of "pitch a tent" do you not understand, bonehead!?" Gwen nagged, hands on hips. 

"Grandpa said that was your job! Remind me who helped gather the firewood earlier?" 

"Four-Arms." she chided. "It's not fair! You get to go hero and I've gotta do everything myself!" Just as fate had intended, the Omnitrix sparked green once again, and Ben gave a mischievous grin, making the redhead want to swallow her words. 

"Oh, I'll have fun showing you what else he can do!" He wiggled his fingers, pressing the watch dial down. In a flash of quick metamorphosis, the boy emerged as- 

"CANNONBOLT!?"  

"Hah! Please. Like that thing can pitch a tent." 

Ben, disappointed with the form he had taken, looked down at his radish-like feet, then back up at his armor plated shoulders- then his fluffy claws... and a devious idea hatched in his spherical head. Grabbing Gwen, Cannonbolt curled up halfway, and though she couldn't see it through her predicament, there was a wide, fanged smirk across his face. 

"AH!! Whatever you're doing, don't even-" 

"Too late! Tickle-tickle tickle tickle-tickle.." His four-pronged claws wormed their way into Gwen's shirt, scribbling and squeezing against her sides while their unbearable fur fluffed against her midsection. Her tummy jerked around as she writhed and threw her head back. 

"Ggg-rr-HHH!!-Hh-HAHAHA-hahahEEEEK! Eeee- Sss-HH-Stoppit! Put me dOHOWN!" 

"Hmm... no. Unless.." Laying on his plated shell, Cannonbolt remained nonchalant as Gwen squealed, cackled and bargained. He upped the ante, lightly tracing over her navel and going over her shirt to poke at every individual rib while she was held snug in a bear-hug. "You let me go hero." 

"Nnnnn-NEHE-Never!" Fighting the press of its claws, Gwen put up a fight- only urging Ben to further egg her on. Bad idea. 

"Well, in that case..." A barrage of quick, spiderlike claw-movements were skidding and skittering around Gwen's tummy. The pine forest clearing around them were as much as a wreck for once, and a familiar voice boomed from within the trees louder than her laughter. 

"Benjamin. Kirby. Tennyson." Grandpa Max scolded. Gwen and Cannonbolt stood like deer in headlights, darting their eyes along the mangled campsite. At least there was someone who could keep Ben in check.

Nothing in the Rustbucket worked like it was supposed to. Flushing the toilet was a three-man effort, the oven would start sparking when the stove was on, and most inconveniently, opening the fridge cut the air conditioning- which was left running as the Tennysons trekked back from a strenuous hike at the Grand Canyon, and to their dismay, Ben and Gwen were greeted by a snail trail of melted ice-cream stretching from the faulty fridge.

“Aw, man! That was our only real food!” Ben whined, wiping his brow, standing at the puddle like it was blood at a crime scene. Gwen stood next to him, equally distraught, as the chunks of cookies and cream barely reached their shoes.

“Yeah, if only SOMEONE didn't leave the AC on!” she snapped.

"Oh, that's an easy fix. A little Grey Matter'll work wonders!” The tiny trooper jumped up onto the kitchenette’s counter, over the stove and made a springy leap up to the top of the fridge and launched himself toward the dusty air vent. Incessantly technobabbling to himself, Gwen looked up with a little too much faith in him. 

"You know, I think this is one of the only good ideas you've had all summer.." 

Grey Matter crawled, slimy hands soldering wires to the best of its abilities. Almost there. Wiping out gunk from crevices without breaking a sweat, his sagacity was paying off well.

“I think it’s working!” exclaimed Gwen, a moment too soon.

“Just a clean around the filter, and..” Red light creeped through the vent as a low jitter signaled the Omnitrix’s cooldown. There was a thud- and Ben’s lower half stuck out through the roof, leaving the air conditioner in worse condition. 

"-Unf! Oooowww!!" 

Stuck in the vent from his shoulders up, he could do nothing but kick and flail- as Gwen erupted in mocking laughter. 

"Hey, hey! Help! Seriously! Stop laughing and let me down! Ugh, I'm telling on you!" Ben whined and kicked at Gwen's face, unaware. 

"Oh, I'll help you down, alright.." Her smug smirk, one of pure, unadulterated childlike mischief, was out of sight, which left Ben oblivious to the assault that was to come. Yanking his shoes off with a struggle, and swiftly, her shifting fingers swooped along his socked feet.  This was so worth losing an entire tub of ice cream.

"WAIT!!- Nnng- heh-HUH-hahaha-Whahaha-what gi-HI-hihives!?" 

"I'm just helping you down, what's with the attitude? Do you want to spend the rest of summer vacation with your head up a vent like an ostrich!?" Gwen played dumb, almost-reluctantly sliding off Ben's left sock, nimble fingers flossing through toes, ringing unrelenting laughter. 

"Ggh-HAH-haha-HA!! Stohop making f-huhun of me!" With each trace at the arch and dig at the toes, his face flushed from above. Gripping desperately onto the roof, he thrashed, threatening to crash on the carpet. 

"I bet there's a spell in here somewhere.." pondered Gwen. 

"nn-NNN-PLEAHASENO!" In fear of the mere suggestion, Ben fell facefirst into the confection on the carpet. Holding back giggles, Gwen walked away as he grumbled. 

They wouldn't be getting any cool air for days.

"G-AAAAAAH!!" 

A failed leap of faith sent Gwen, donning the Lucky Girl mask, careening down the Seattle Space Needle hopelessly, just barely escaping Charmcaster and her bag of tricks. Her own hero exploits were as infrequent as they were dangerous- which was why, for safety's sake, she would be frequently accompanied by Ben.

"huh-huh-Phew..-whoo-.." 

As her arms flailed in an ostrichlike attempt in flight, Stinkfly's gangly hands had grabbed her mid-air, a light buzz coming from his insectoid wings. Gwen was safe and sound- but his putrid smell couldn't escape her. 

"I really saved your butt there, didn't I?" his phlegmy voice reverbrated, Charmcaster's flying golems hot on their trail. They weren't any trouble- they were easily apprehended by the goop from his eyestalks. 

"Yeah, but you really didn't need to smell like one! Now, hurry!" As they lost the evil enchantress, Gwen sassed and the duo flew toward the Rustbucket. Manoeuvreing over buildings with beating wings and showing off to onlookers, Ben was taking his sweet time for someone she told to hurry.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "What part of hurry don't you under-ST-eEK! " With a mischievous smirk, Stinkfly's legs reached over to poke at Gwen's middle- exposed from the wind blowing against her costume. Letting go of one arm, its brittle claw wormed (insect pun) into her armpit.

 "Ahaha-HA! Y-yooo-you-hoo-hoo STINK!" she bucked. 

"I know!" Keeping it up, two legs squeezed at the midriff like dough, while another set prodded at her ribs. "Not so lucky, are you now? Are you?" Even in a repulsive form, Ben still couldn't help but boast. 

"Ghh-AHAHA-Heh-sto-STAHAHAP!" Gwen cackled. Fortunately, he heeded her demand- but only when they noticed Charmcaster, brandishing her magical bag behind them. Glowing red, the Omnitrix cooled down. Trouble. 

"Looks like Lucky Girl has a weakness!.." she cooed. "And, oh, would you look at that! I have just the thing.." As wriggly, teasing stone hands flew towards Gwen, she couldn't help but grumble under her breath. Cousins.

(I ran out of "good" aliens.)

(also Gwendolyn's design is just so fucking good I literally love it for reasons I can't explain)

Another time adventure was the perfect opportunity to whisk Ben and Gwen away from a lunch of fried grasshoppers. Though their presence would cause many, many timeline discrepancies, they were the key to thwarting a major anomaly in Ben 10,000's way ..but their importance wouldn't stop the two from running amok in his headquarters. The two marveled at their own accomplishments, their egoes only expanding in the process. 

"Woah! I get to learn more spells?" Gwen leafed through collections of magical runes, unusually eager. A slew of scrolls rolled off onto the metallic floor making a mess. "And that's my black belt!" 

"Another hoverboard? Oh-ho-HO, check it out!" Pushing buttons and flipping switches they shouldn't have, the cousins made a mess of the tall tower- and it wasn't long before their future selves stepped up from the elevator doors, glaring dourly. 

"What have we told you two about not touching anything?" reprimanded the older Ben. "That was a present from New Petropia!" 

"You too, Gwen." Gwendolyn deadpanned. "You know, I'd think us- you out of all people would know better." 

"Ugh, jeez! Guess you're still no fun.." The ten-year-old Ben rolled his eyes, blowing a raspberry at his elder- who exchanged a sly, knowing smirk with Gwendolyn.

"Well, we do know a thing or two about fun..." In the blink of an eye, Future-Ben went Four-Arms, holding his younger self up by the wrists with his first pair of arms. Gwendolyn straddled the latter cousin's legs with a wry smile. 

"Consider this revenge." she teased, baring her long nails at Gwen, tracing, scribbling and spidering over her sides. Four-Arms, bigger and more rugged than he was in the past, dug into Ben's ribcage and armpits, just harsh enough to be unbearably soft. 

"Wha-What are you- Wait! No! We're really so-HORRY! Ah! Haha-hah-heh-HA!" Gwen pleaded through laughter, throwing her head back as her older self dug into her armpits while she thrashed with every touch. 

"Ple-HEASE! I'm -huh- not gonna-ha-ha- touch yo-hour stuff! You're gonna KI-HEHE-HILL ME!" 

"No use bargaining, shrimp." Changing form, a (new!) agile simian alien emerged and webbed Ben up. "I call him Spidermonkey." Its tail yanked his shoes off, and eight fluffy fingers spidered over his soles. Hitting the floor, he thrashed in silky bonds as one of many new forms exploited weaknesses that he himself knew better than anyone. 

"Just s-huh-SE-hehend us to the Null Vo-hoi-d ahat thi-his point!" 

"We're just getting started! I've got 9,998 heroes left!" 

"You know, Gwen.. great point earlier. I did get to learn more spells. Esthesio Pluma!" The younger redhead gulped, preparing for the worst. Fluffy feathers descended out of nowhere, flitting and floating at the flick of Gwendolyn's wrist. They ghosted over her stomach, telekinetically flying into her shirt to fluff at her belly button. The other plumes brushed over her neck in slow methodical fashion, and into her armpits. 

"AH-hehe-HEH-hehehe! Lemme GO-hoho! You've behehe-heen through this!" Gwen reasoned, attempting to swat away the feathers, curling up into a kicky ball. 

"Should we let up?" Nonchalantly, the older Ben rasped whilst running around in XLR8's form, waggling his tail quickly over his younger self's stomach while his claws targeted multiple spots simultaneously.  

"We don't want us to suffer forever.." Gwendolyn assured, relinquishing control of the floating feathers. As quickly as he started, XLR8 stopped, reverting back into Ben. The past-cousins had a moment to catch their winded breath before getting back on their feet. 

"-huff- I'll get me back someday.. Maybe.. now!" Just as Ben was about to slam his watch, his future self poked him on the stomach. "-y-IEEK!" 

"If you tried, we'd know." she jeered. 

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and that's the end of that! damn, that last one was long. back to requests!

#tickling #tickle community #t-word #tickle fic #tfb community #tickle #tk fic #tickle fanfic #sfw tickling #sfw tickle fic #the main reason im posting this is because my friend said they were awaiting it. do not tell them i said that. .///. #anyways #drabbles am i right?

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OK ok ok ok I'm TRYING to remain calm over the puppy (lol not working)

It can me a prompt idea. I don't know if you're taking on requests still.....

Bradley's childhood dog that Mav had kept over the years passes away a couple of months after the mission and him and Mav making up so B did get some time with him. (Yeah the dog was a very good healthy boy that lived to about 20😅) And then I'm thinking maybe Hangster vibes, Jake buys him this puppy to cheer him up 😭😭🥰🥰

Quick little one while I work on the Slider fic from March (I know, I'm crying about it too, I am in the process of getting some shit sorted and I kept getting writer's block)

Funny story, my childhood dog was a mutt and he actually lived until he was seventeen. He survived being lost in Melbourne, a fight with a bulldog (which he actually won?) and being run over by a tractor. His name was Jack and I miss him sm but now I have Boss who is the biggest shithead ever (see: video of him yowling and then getting zoomies)

Brisket is... potentially the cutest puppy I've ever seen (I'm only saying that because I didn't know my dog until he was 6 months old lmao, I may continue to be biased) and I feel like he matches the shithead energy (affectionate) Glen has deep down... anyway! On to the fic!

CW: the passing of a beloved pet

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"Holy shit, Jet's still here?!"

Bradley dumped his duffel bag on the floor and barrelled over to the dog asleep on Maverick's kitchen floor, gently kneeling and extending his hand first just in case the dog didn't recognise him. Instead of getting a growl or maybe even a head lift, the dog lazily thumped his tail and stretched out.

"Jet is nearly sixteen, his hearing is pretty much gone and before I left he walked into my leg."

Maverick's own luggage hit the floor and he made his way over, pressing a kiss to Rooster's hair and then heading for the kitchen. Jet's ears pricked up and he was gone in seconds, trotting off to follow Maverick in hopes of some kitchen scraps. Rooster trailed after him, taking a seat at the island and accepting the cheese sandwich passed to him. He pretended not to see the spare piece "dropped" to the floor where Jet was sitting at his godfather's feet.

"I didn't think he was still alive," Bradley murmured between bites of sandwich. Maverick hummed, reaching down to give the older dog a pat.

"Well, I'd say he knew you'd come home when you were ready, and he wanted to see that."

Maverick then glanced up at Rooster, and rounded the corner to hug him.

"Glad you're home, kid," he murmured.

"Thanks for letting me back in, Mav."

-

As per usual, Jake was wearing his usual shit-eating grin when Bradley got home, sitting on their couch with a book, the football on in the background and a beer in his lap. Peak Seresin behaviour.

"Hey, baby. How was Mav?"

"Uh, good, my dog from right before I left is still alive."

"Jet?"

Jake tossed the book to the coffee table, carefully putting his beer down to extend his arms to his boyfriend. They kissed and then Bradley flopped down beside him, taking the beer for himself.

"Yeah, did I ever tell you the story of Jet?"

"Getting childhood stories from you is like pulling teeth, Roos," Jake replied. That got him a glare, followed by an eye roll and then Bradley leaned into his side.

"So, my mom, she died when I was fifteen, right? And I wasn't coping all that hot. Mav was getting called away on deployments because he can't follow the rules and I think he worried that me staying with Ice all the time was displacing... so one night he comes home after work with this puppy. It pissed everywhere and I'm pretty sure he chewed at least three pairs of Mav's boots, but Jet was what I needed when talking to people or even thinking of going to a therapist would be enough to send me into a panic attack."

"I didn't know you were that anxious," Jake murmured, reaching over to push his fingers through Bradley's curls.

"I'm not; it was the grief and I was constantly moving between Mav's, Ice's, even Penny's, once, when Mav and Ice were in the shit together."

"I can't even imagine- wait... the Ice? As in Iceman?"

"Yes, Jake. Keep up, babe."

-

Sitting in Maverick's kitchen, there was silence. Jake, Bradley and Maverick were all in various positions, but Jake had a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and Maverick was waiting for what he was thinking was going to be another fight.

"Was it quick?" Bradley asked quietly. Maverick nodded, eyes on the floor. Despite knowing he wasn't in trouble, the worst feeling in the world was Bradley being upset with him and Bradley was giving off those vibes.

"He went in his sleep, the vet said. It was age, he wasn't in pain."

"I need him," Bradley murmured. Jake rubbed between his shoulders, sighing as he turned to Maverick.

"Have you already buried him?"

"I was waiting for you two to get here."

Jet was gone. After sixteen years, he was gone. Bradley was staring at the island counter, brows furrowed, and he finally glanced up at Mav.

"Let's just do it now, what's another one to bury?"

"Roo-"

"-Bradley-"

He held up a hand, effectively stopping his boyfriend and godfather.

"No, let's just do it."

-

It had been a couple of months, and whilst he'd given Bradley some time to grieve, Jake was getting the itch to get him a little surprise... no, not the sexy surprise, hEY- get your head out of the gutter! Before Bradley found out Jet was still alive they'd been talking about getting a pet once they'd moved in together properly. Jake had been more or less living at Bradley's for almost a year, so when his lease came up for renewal he didn't hesitate to cancel it at Bradley's insistence that he move in for real. Jake was surprised at how much Jet's passing had affected his boyfriend, but he understood the underhanded grieving of his mother all over again that was associated with the pet. He didn't want to overstep, but- well. It just so happened a local shelter was having an adoption drive over the weekend while Bradley went to an event with Maverick for TOPGUN. Perfect timing, if you ask him.

"B, you home?"

"Here."

Bradley waved from the desk in the living area, huffing at the computer in front of him. He was working through some documents by the look on his face, and Jake cleared his throat as he knelt on the ground to put the item in his arms down.

"I, uh, went to the store."

"What, did you forget cheese again? You know how I feel about cheese."

"Yeah, I also know how your stomach feels about cheese. Admit you're lactose intolerant already."

Bradley closed the laptop and wheeled around before Jake was even slightly ready and immediately his eyebrows shot up.

"The store, huh?"

"I never said which store," Jake grinned. He glanced up at Bradley, sending him a cautious smile.

"This little guy doesn't have a name, and he's not to replace Jet, but I felt like the house had been a little too quiet lately- oof! Oh, okay, this is nice. Hey, can you hug the puppy too? I think he'd like that."

Bradley pulled away from Jake's shoulder to give him a kiss, and then knelt by the tiny puppy yapping at their feet.

"Hey, hey, shhhhhh..."

The dog darted around his feet before Bradley carefully caught him and lifted him to his chest, grimacing at the wet licks on his neck.

"The first time Mav ever picked up Jet, the dog pissed all down his shirt," he murmured, laughing to himself. Jake snorted, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Do you want to give him a name?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, you named Jet after your love for the air, so..."

Jake beamed.

"Oh, I think I know the perfect name."

-

"Oh my god, look at you! Hi Roo- gimme the puppy, holy shit!"

Phoenix darted around Rooster's offer of a hug when he opened the door, taking the puppy from his arms and giving kisses to his nose. The puppy yapped and his tail was wagging a million miles an hour at the excitement.

"B! Is that the dog again?"

Jake came down the stairs, rounding the corner to look for the puppy.

"Hey, Tooster! C'mere, dude!"

The puppy barker from Phoenix's arms. She couldn't help the way she gaped between her best friend and Hangman, before she smirked.

"Jake, you didn't."

"I did, but I'd like some clarification on what exactly I did."

"Rooster and Tooster?"

"He goes by Toaster a majority of the time, he burns energy and farts all the damn time so the house is full of hot air."

Phoenix stifled a snort, and then buried her face into the puppy's fur to stop laughing. Jake and Bradley exchanged a look, and then Bradley smacked his ass on his way to the kitchen.

"He loves cheese, and naps, and doing zoomies around Jake's feet in the kitchen."

"Ha, Roos, he's you."

"I'm not allowed to discuss the resemblance, I get sex-iled," Jake grumbled.

-

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #TGM #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster #Callsign: Rooster #Pete Maverick Mitchell #Pete Mitchell #Maverick #Callsign: Maverick #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin #Hangman #Callsign: Hangman #Natasha Phoenix Trace #Natasha Trace #Phoenix #Callsign: Phoenix #CW: mention of animal death #tw: mention of animal death

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Hey!! I’m Vizzie, she/they, I’m 21 years old and Canadian. I’ve been writing for fun for the past few years, it really helped me through the pandemic and I got to meet so many awesome people through it! I’m prone to giving characters more angst than they should ever have to deal with, but I promise it hurts me as much as it hurts you lmao. I love travel and music, so even if you want to hmu to chat about something unrelated to twst, feel free! I love love love meeting new people and chatting with them but I also. Suck at responding sometimes. 

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TWSTTOBER - MONSTER AU

Tags ⬇ #december drabbles - mostly fluffy scenarios I wrote in response to prompts over the month of December :D

#twisted wonderland #twst meme #twst yuu #twst rambles #twst talks #v talks #twst fanart #december drabbles

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Feathers

hhh ok hi we're trying this?

writing

I'm gonna start sharing the prompt pieces anyway because I keep talking about all these characters but I don't exactly talk talk so. here.

(just going with the ones I've written this year at least lmao bc some of them sure do be Old as Shit)

Judge these dumbasses for yourself

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Kari stood amongst the old support pillars (that no one could convince her weren't gravestones in disguise) and peered into the sky in the hopes of one last look. One last flash of blue and white.

Thornton sighed behind her. "I think we'd best be getting home."

Jen started to whine at her, but cut off in a yawn.

The police officer – Ifernia had invited her? And the nurse? - rubbed at her eyes and sighed and shook her head. "I can give you and the bairns a lift back to the car park."

"That would be perfect. Kari, meet us back there, alright?"

"Sure," Kari replied, not really paying attention. She was still scanning the sky.

"I'll move my bike so you can get out," Ash said, following Cooper back towards the track.

"Always wanted to ride in the back of a police car," Mark said.

“So now you have the opportunity, please don’t do anything to end up in one after this.” Thornton glanced back at Kari, before ushering the younger kids down the track.

“Is that just while I’m in your care…?” Mark laughed, fading out of earshot.

“So she’s actually gone,” Katie murmured, standing beside Kari. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner, but...” She trailed off.

“Looks like it.” Seb turned to lean against one of the pillars. “Kari?”

“Yeah.” Kari squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. “Yeah, she’s gone.” She thought she would feel something when Ifernia left. Like a jolt, or a wave, or the world setting right. Some bullshit like that.

She didn’t feel anything but cold.

“What did she give you?” Katie asked.

Kari looked down to find herself turning the feather over in her hands. Deep blue like Ifernia’s wings. A memento, she guessed.

“I still can’t believe it’s all real,” Katie murmured. “That she really - really had wings. Really came from another world.”

“Well, there’s your proof.” Kari passed her the feather.

Katie turned it over in her hand. “What happens now?” She handed it back.

“No idea.” Kari snorted. “Don’t look at me.”

“Practice,” Seb said. “There’s always a lot of that.”

“And for those of us who don’t cut a dash on the ice?”

“I never said it was skating practice,” Seb replied, nudging Kari’s shoulder.

“Right, yeah, ‘cause that isn’t everything to you.” Kari shifted away from him. He was trying to repair it, she knew, but-

Seb sighed. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t-” Kari started.

“Let’s not start anything.” Katie interrupted them both. “This was about saying goodbye to Ifernia.”

“Right.” Kari nodded, glancing sideways at Katie. And she’d been late for that, like she’d been thinking of not coming.

“C’mon, kids,” Ash called. “Need to leave about now.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kari glanced back up at the sky, at the clouds. No glimpse of them. The only thing left was the feather in her hand.

“Bye, Ifernia,” she murmured, and turned to follow Seb and Katie down to the path.

“I can still hang out with you. Right?” Katie asked, playing with the fingers of her gloves.

“Course.” Kari nodded. “Yeah, absolutely.”

“Birds of a feather and all that.” Seb grinned.

“Sometimes, Seb, I wonder why we’re friends.” Kari glanced at him, but she was trying not to grin.

“Because you love me,” he replied, then froze. “That is-”

There were two ways this could go, but - Kari was tired. So, so tired. “Yep, that’s gotta be it.” She tapped him in the shoulder with her fist. They could work things over.

Seb smiled at her, nervous. Biting his lip. “So-”

“You’re still a jerk. But I think that bird has flown.” Kari grinned.

#writing pieces #I will perhaps share the list #or put up a page of links #since my writing list contents page thing is fucked because the links are all my old url so. it's gone #Kari #forget to fall #some of these are super short but we'll cope mkays

[suashii]

SUA SUA! it's me, your favourite nuisance. here to dump my brainrot into ur inbox bc i'm back on my selfship bullshit <3

but first !! a question for you and your f/o of choice: let's get back to the basics, how did you guys meet & fall in love? 🥺 i've been having thoughts about wrio & me lately n how that worked out for us ... BUT SPEAKING OF! i'm here to talk to you abt those prompts :3

unfortunately, wrio doesn't rlly get any day off. he's the administrator of a prison, and it doesn't properly run w/o him. i also rlly like to sleep in on weekends, so we end up comprimising 🤝 he can afford to come in a bit later on saturdays, and i end up waking up a little bit earlier than i usually would when sleeping in. i get to catch up on sleep on sundays then :') we just kinda get ready for the day together, sometimes in silence & sometimes just catching up on stuff when we're too busy during the week. when he has to leave, i walk him to the front door ... and then go back to sleep after lmao

as for tropes, wrio is definitely an exception to the trend i tend to have with my other f/o's lmao ,, think the classic acquaintances to co-workers to friends to lovers :^) i can expand on this on another occassion but i don't want this ask getting TOO long lmao

affection !! love affection !! in terms of showing it, we're both very affectionate w/ each other in private. but tbf, it's not like we get to be out with each other in public a lot anyway :< even then though, it's not like we're against pda but just don't rlly see the need to! buuuut anyway. another way of showing it is also just unspoken understanding between each other + being able to enjoy each other's company in silence. plus setting aside some time to spend quality time w each other! love that in my man fr fr

ESTHER !! you are always welcome to talk about your shelfshipa here — in fact, it is encouraged :3

mmm my f/o of choice will be matsuoka! i feel like i haven’t really fleshed out our selfship so this’ll give me the opportunity to do so hehe~ we def met in high school during his isolation era lol but i am nothing if not persistent and kinda forced him into being friends with me. it wasn’t very hard though bc he’s a softy deep down and his compassionate side is how i fell for him! being one of his the new people in his life and realizing that he can allow himself to have fun is what sets rin down the path of falling in love. so yeah, good old friends to lovers, high school sweethearts!

waahhh i’ve seen a lot of screenshots and fanart of wrio but i don’t know to much about his character so reading this was super fun! and all your little scenarios are very romantic ;) i will always ship you with alhaitham but wrio is definitely a worthy partner :3 hope he’s treating you the best bc my esther deserves nothing less huehuehue

#₊⊹⁀➴ postcards #❤︎ — cutie mootie #you are always welcome to spill your guts to me #my ears (or eyes) take lots of pleasure in listening (reading) heh #ミ☆ selfship saturday #ᯓᡣ𐭩 surin

[dontfeeltoohot]

happy birthday! I hope you have a good one :) tiny little bday prompt: locked out~

Thank you!! This is actually my second ‘locked out prompt’ I’ve gotten in the past hour LMAO. Y’all out here wanting misery 🤣 enjoy some locked out canon (divergent bc he lives) Eddie. Also this got a bit long, whoops.

X X X

Of course. Of fucking course today of all days he’s going to get locked out of his damn van. There’s no way he’s breaking his window or door, and though he knows how to break into a car, it requires a damn hanger which he doesn’t have. Sighing, he knows he’s going to have to get help.

The thing is, it’s fucking cold outside, and he’s already feeling like shit. Whatever flu’s been going around Hawkins has started hitting him since he woke up, and his dumb ass didn’t even wear a heavy jacket. The walk back to the trailer park is well over 5 miles from the pharmacy he’s just walked out of, a brown paper bag containing Tylenol, cough drops and a thermometer in his hand. The long haired man would rathe walk to Harrington’s than attempt walking icy back roads right now.

Harrington.

Looking around, he spots a pay phone down towards the next store, so Eddie huffs, grips the bag tighter, and walks over, careful of the patches of ice on the sidewalk. As he gets closer, he pauses to cough into his arm, grimacing as his throat stings. Fuck Hawkins and their inability to cover their damn mouths. After paying the 25¢ to call, the musician dials the ex-jocks number and waits, praying the guy is home.

“Harrington residence.” The voice, while still his friends, is much more enunciated and proper.

“Harrington, hey, it’s- snf! it’s Eddie.”

“Oh, hey man,” the voice on the phone relaxes into a completely different persona. “What’s up?”

“I kind of got locked out of my car…is there a way you could pick me up? I have a spare set of keys back at my-“ Eddie turns away to cough, before returning to the mouth piece. “-sorry, my trailer. I can come back to get it later.”

“Oh shit, yeah, I can pick you up. Where are you?”

Eddie can’t help but thank whatever higher power there is. He’s starting to feel gross and achy, and while he knows his name has been cleared, people still look at him with disdain. Going back into the pharmacy, or any other store, really, isn’t his best option. Freezing to death would suck too.

“The pharmacy down off Main.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in like..ten minutes. Just gotta find a jacket and I’ll be there.”

“Thanks princess.”

By the time Harrington gets there, Eddie’s shivering, nose pink from both the temperature and the attention he’s been giving it from it getting runny. Hauling himself up, body feeling ungodly heavy, the twenty year old walks up to the others car and gets in, instantly blasted with heat. Thank fuck.

“Sorry about this,” Eddie clicks his seatbelt and puts his bag on his lap, wincing as he swallows.

“No worries man, seriously. Happy to help. What were you doing over here anyway? It’s cold as hell, would think you of all people would just stay in your house and keep warm,” Steve smiles, and Eddie watches, warmth pooling in his stomach.

“Think that shit that’s been going around finally hit me, needed to grab some Tylenol, we don’t really have anything at the trailer.”

Rubbing his face, he’s thankful Harrington knows where his place is, even if the reason for knowing sucks. He’s too tired to keep his eyes open, though he wishes he could, with someone as hot as Steve sitting next to him. Eddie curls away from the driver and presses his arm tight to his face, not wanting to get his germs all over the man’s car.

“Damn, that sucks. Robin just caught it too. I had it back last week, finally feeling human again,” he explains, looking at Eddie in sympathy.

“Why does it not surprise me you caught it first?”

“Yeah yeah, my immune system sucks,” Steve rolls his eyes fondly. “Have you eaten? We can grab soup on the way.”

“Nah, I’m not hungry. But thanks anyway.”

“I was going to bring some to Robin anyway. You sure? It’ll save me a trip too.”

And damn, Eddie’s too gone on Steve fucking Harrington to say no to that, especially when he’s been grateful enough to come pick him up in the first place. Forcing his eyes open, he looks at the man and nods.

“Yeah, that’s fine then. I don’t need any though, kind of scared I might hurl it up if I try to eat it.”

Steve turns down one street, then back up on to Main, parking in front of the small family owned deli. He keeps the car running, then puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I’ll be right back. You just stay here and relax.”

As if Eddie would do anything else. He drifts for a bit, letting the aches and chill take over. A door opening and shutting makes him open his eyes again, and Steve is there with two brown bags, setting them in the back of his nice BMW.

They don’t speak as Steve drives, Eddie’s too tired and the other man seems to respect that. He did say he’d been sick last week with it, he probably still remembers how awful talking is. The long haired man leans his too warm temple against the cold window, a tiny, quiet moan escaping his mouth.

“Eddie? Hey man, we’re here,” Steve shakes his shoulder gently, and he opens his eyes, feeling worse. Damn this shit hits quick.

“Thank you, seriously,” Eddie gives the shaggy haired man as much of a smile as he can muster.

“No problem, what was I going to do, say no?”

“Could have. Instead you were my knight in shining armor,” Eddie jokes, grabbing his pharmacy bag, opening the door.

“Oh! Here.” Steve thrusts one of the two bags from the deli at him.

“What-“

“It’s soup. I know you said you did t want any, but…you might get hungry later.”

“…you bought me soup?”

“Yeah? It’s not a big deal.”

“Thanks Stevie.”

Half an hour later, Eddie’s back in sweatpants and one of Wayne’s old, heavy sweaters. If he finishes the entire cup of soup, almost wishing for me, well….Steve won’t need to know.

#my fic #em #st #sh #asks #prompts

[rgbfall]

hello tumblrinas of the danny phantom fandom. may i offer you an au i started working on for LITERALLY THE FIRST PROMPT of dannymay but then got too invested in and didnt finish.

so anyway! introducing!

Medieval Danny Phantom AU!

aka i got too caught up in the actual history of knight stuff and then made ghost king!danny a heraldic achievment while trying to make an urban fantasy au haha

(i’m gonna put stuff under a cut bc it’s gonna get long haha) (heres a very sketchy sketch of it tho)

so i havent got any like. written out stuff for it, but my idea is just like. the ghost zone is just stuck in the middle ages, and all of the more powerful ghosts are knights. so that means. danny is also a knight. but  the reason he’s such a powerful knight is bc his parents are ghost hunters, so he literally just carries a gun with him, which like. the other ghosts can’t do shit about guns if the closest thing they’ve got is a bow (and also a bit of magic but shh its not as powerful). that’s ALSO how danny beat praiah dark and became ghost king, he just used some fancy tech.

and then after becoming king, the fright knight looks at him and goes “shit this kid isnt old enough to be a SQUIRE i gotta teach him how to use a any weapon so the other ghosts don’t beat the shit outta him”

heres knight!king btw to compliment my knight!phantom:

the design on the surcoat (the black and green thingy he’s wearing over his armor) is his coat of arms, which is this!

and here’s the wip heraldic achievment for him that idk if i’m giving up on yet lmao

i wanna explain those last two in more detail, bc i actually put like. way too much thought into them. i’m also gonna use heraldry terminology, bc im a nerd, but i’ll put lil translations next to them. i’m also gonna rb with my refs bc i used them. very heavily.

so starting with the coat of arms (the shield thingy in the middle):

I used sable (black) and vert (green) divided with a bend (diagonally). the sable and vert are just bc. well ghost stuff. and the bend I read somewhere that in some context it symbolises protection, which i used a lot of here haha.

then the charge on the coat of arms I used a griffin, but instead of an eagle and a lion, I used a cock and a lion (don’t laugh thats what roosters are called in heraldry). this is for two reasons. 1. a griffin is supposed to be made up of the kings of beasts and birds, but I wanted it to just be one king, because danny is the king of ghosts but not of humans/the living. so lion, but not eagle. then 2. cocks just had a lot of symbolism i liked. so cocks symbolise dawn and the sun, aka connotations of resurrection and new life, you can tell why I used that. I also saw somewhere that they’re “willing to fight to the death”. haha the irony. cocks also just have themes of courage and protection, which works well. then lions symbolise, yknow, royalty/nobility, as well as “deathless courage” somewhere said which i liked. but yeah, courage and power basically. griffins as a whole symbolise strength (espc military strength) and courage, but also sometimes intelligence and protection, and i wanted to have that intelligence in there cause he is actually a pretty smart kid, and also his parents are “scholars” so yeah. he has more education than a lotta ghosts.

next up, the supporters (the two animals on the side)

I wanted his supporters to represent sam n tucker, so i picked a badger on dexter (left) for tucker, and a cat on sinister (right) for sam. i picked those directions bc dexter haha nerd, and sinister bc ooh goth lmao

then for the actual animals, i picked a badger as a symbol of bravery, protection and perseverence, then cats for vigilance, warrior spirit and courage, as well as free spirit and liberty. i think those reflected them pretty well

mantling and crown (the fancy lines behind the whole thing and the fort looking thing at the top)

you cant see with my sketch, but i wanted to have the mantling look vaguely like birch leaves. i know mantling is decorative, but im a slut for wayy too much symbolism in everything, so i picked birch leaves because birch trees mean rebirth, new beginnings and growth. aka more ghost stuff!

then the crown is a mural crown because they are (quoting from wikipedia) “ an emblem of tutelary deities who watched over a city” aka he is literally a tutelary ghost protecting Amity Park, how could i not.

I just realised i forgot to add the crest to my plan and i cant be bothered to add it now (thats like. a little thing that goes at the top of the heraldic achievment)

honestly when i started designing this i had no idea what i was gonna do with it, bc it’s typically a statue that knights would wear on their helmets for tournaments n festivals n shit, but i had no clue what danny’s would be. so i ended up just deciding it would be white/green fire that looks like his hair haha

and finally the motto (the little ribbon thing with text at the bottom)

I knew from the start i wanted his motto to be in esperanto instead of latin, so vivo en morto just translates to “life in death” because he’s a half alive ghost haha

and that’s pretty much it! i basically just got excited about heraldry haha have fun with this one i guess.

#i might post some more content of this if i can make anything i like #bc im happy with this au hehe #but right now idk how to work the rest of the heraldic achievment and i still dont know how to draw lmao #but ye! been working on this since like #halfway through dannymay haha #|| #fall speaks #fall draws #danny phantom #dp #dp au #danny phantom au #idk what else to tag this with haha

[emcscared-whumps]

WiJ 2022 - 08: How did You Find the Whumpblr Community?

WiJ 2022 Navigation Post

It's a bit of a funny, backwards story actually

I started working on what is now Shifting Phases in May-June of 2017, and I had the habit of near constantly scrolling endlessly through Pinterest.

I'd find and save cool art, cool character art, prompts, Tumblr posts (I didn't quite realise though), and I eventually stumbled across writing related things. One of the accounts that jumps out is @writing-prompt-s . Their writing prompts are alllllll over Pinterest lmao and for good reason! They're really cool :D

And then I started finding angsty ones, and since I was Vibe Scrolling, with Violence Against Pete sitting in my little pink brainmeats, I started saving them to his Pinterest board. Natrually, the 💫algorithm💫 fed me more.

Started me on my addiction :)

I lived on that for a year or so, (school was... rough, and kept me busy and 'busy' at all hours), but started writing down some of the posts in my writing journal in... late 2019. When I started writing the sources down to go with them (well, this is Pinterest, there wasn't always a source), I think that's when I really started to notice the word "whump" coming up... @redwingedwhump and @one-lonely-whumperfly are a couple of names I remember... but yeah.

I still didn't join whumpblr, even though I knew what whump was. My stressed out little brainmeats didn't connect whump and Tumblr. So, I joined a whump discord instead. I joined Whump Writing Central on 18/07/2020

0-0 That seems to be a while ago... Is this what getting old is gonna feel like???

I vibed there talking vaguely about Pete in the question-of-the-days for a solid year before I really got comfortable enough to start brainrotting to my current levels lol

Then in early 2021, I made a Tumblr blog!! I was at my nan and pop's house vibing on the couch when I decided I was pissed off with Instagram for posting things and seeing what the people I was following were doing, so I took a chance.

Here's the kicker;

IT WASN'T EVEN FOR WHUMP!!

I JUST WANTED TO SEE ART AND MINECRAFT BUILDS AND SCIENCE AND THINGS FROM THE PEOPLE I FOLLOWED

And because I was really incompetent, I didn't really use it much until I decided to join whumpblr in... hmm...

I genuinely can't find my first post OR my blog creation date, but it was before Whumptober. Perhaps... August..? It has August vibes, I think I remember stumbling across my first post a while back...

ANYWAY

I have been your problem ever since, and it will stay that way until I say so.

Unfortunately for you guys, that won't be any time soon :)))

@whumpmasinjuly

#wij #wij day 8 #wij 2022 #whumpmas in july #whumpmas in july 2022 #whump community #whumpblr #pinterest whump #this got long... whoops lmfao #wij22day8 #whumpmasinjuly2022

[ffxivlilmeowmeow]

Make a playlist of 5-10 songs for your OC/WoL (for flavor, make a aesthetic collage for the playlist cover)

Thank you for the ask!

So I went one step further then the prompt because some songs, looking at you SPG, I feel would look random without an explanation for why I chose them, plus I added a relevant/favourite quotes from the song because I could 😊

I feel like this is also outing my ever so random music taste lmao

If you click the collage it will take you to an actual playlist of the songs too! Below the read more is the song explanations~💕

What We Need Are Some Heroes - SPG

"You know brighter day is just around the bend. What we need are some heroes, with wills of iron, their hearts in the stars through the darkest of days"

I feel like say this too much but Meow isn't the canonical WOL so he isn't a hero. So this feels very much what he would be thinking when Titania becomes a light warden and hope all seems lost, what we need are some heroes.

Moonchild - RM (BTS)

"That's how it's supposed to be, yeah, all this pain and all these sorrows that's our destiny, see?" "Moonchild, don't cry. When moon rise, it's your time."

This song is all about surviving hardships by looking at the moon and finding comfort in the darkness which I feel is very much what Meow would be doing once the night comes back to the first. Also he is a moon cat so he is literally a moonchild!

Please Explain - SPG

"Please explain, What to do if the point is moot? What's a moot anyway??" "Guess we need some good-old-fashioned explaining, please explain it to me"

Meow doesn't know very much from living the first half of his life with the pixies so I feel like this would be very common thing he would ask Uranger, once he gets to Il Mheg, and even more so when he finally arrives in the Crystarium. Please ignore how robot themed it is, it fits so well apart from that lmao

Burnin' Love - Wynonna Judd

"'Cause your kisses lift me higher, like a sweet song of a choir and you light my morning sky with burning love"

Perfect song for his burning love for his husband Moren 💕

Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott

"And I'm not your protagonist, I'm not even my own. I don't know anything, I don't even know what I don't know"

I feel like that quote from the song covers it to be honest. Meow sometimes feels not in control of his life as he's not strong enough to be a hero for anyone even in his own life. He doesn't understand much of the world which, at least at first, would make him feel like a hindrance.

Filter - Jimin (BTS)

"Mix the colours in the palette, pick your filter, which kind of me do you want?"

This was honestly the first song I ever linked to Meow in my brain. Just Meow trying to show off all the different sides of himself to pick the one someone would like best.

Me & My Baby (Saturday Night) - SPG

"With The dancing and the singing, like the weekdays never happened. I could be, I should be, dancing right now!"

Meow absolutely loves dancing, I can just imagine him asking Moren on a date to go dancing to forget the worries of the week!

Sex Sells - Lovejoy

Bruh when the singer is revealed to be an abuser legit the day after putting this song for this ask prompt 😠 fuck you Wilbur Soot.

Permission to dance - BTS

"I wanna dance, the music's got me going, ain't nothing that can stop how we move"

I feel like this is how Meow would try to deal with sad emotions, he would try to do something fun and enjoy himself instead, nothing good would come out of just wallowing in his sorrows. He enjoys dancing so I could see this as how he cheers himself up, he doesn't need permission to dance! :)

It's Not A Game, It's Just A Ride - Ride the Cyclone

"This ride, it has heartbreak. This ride, it has pain. All kinds of blue skies, no shortage of rain, yes there is laughter and the telling of lies and maybe in darkness we open our eyes" "And the world will keep on spinning, with no ending or beginning so just take a look around"

Is it cheating to choose a closing musical song for my last song on the playlist? Maybe a little but I feel this song just fits a lot. Life is not a game, its a ride, you don't need to measure yourself against others. I feel like Meow learns that lesson eventually and just enjoys his simple life without measuring it against others.

#I had to cut it down because I had SO many BTS songs I wanted to put on there #I think I did quite well cutting it to 3 but still feels like a lot lmao #but it makes sense since Meow is named after a BTS member lmao #also if you like musicals I would totally suggest checking out a slime tutorial of Ride the Cyclone if you haven't already #last time I checked it was on vimeo called roller coaster safety slime tutorial #It is a very good chaotic little musical with a lot of great songs #though do be ready to cry when you watch it because I still do when I rewatch it lmao #mytextposts #get to know me

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Word Prompt

Word: Home WIP: Partners Timeline: pre-trilogy CW: None. Just some wholesome pre-trilogy fluff. Okay, with, like, a pinch of angst. Word Count: 947 Additional Notes: I have no idea if this adds up chronologically within the story (this would be 1943) but I wanted to write it anyway lmao

***

"Hey! Am I too late?!"

In the kitchen of his childhood home, Ben whipped around and pinned a bewildered stare on his mother, who'd just begun to place a latke into the pan of frying oil he delegated himself to mind. Shoshana met that stare with calm excitement, sable eyes lit up at the sound of Reagan's voice calling from the front door.

"Of course not!" she called back. "You're just in time, darling!"

Reagan poked his head into the kitchen, all grins, oddly keen gaze roving over Ben and noting his absolutely flabbergasted expression. "You didn't think I'd miss Hanukkah?" He held up a suitcase as Shoshana hurried over to pepper kisses all over his face.

Ben hastily turned back to flip the two latkes in the sizzling pan. "Well I just…you're gonna miss Christmas with Carolyn, I thought—"

"We already celebrated," Reagan said, setting his suitcase outside of the doorway and allowing his surrogate mother to lead him by the hand into the kitchen. "She knows this is important to me."

"Oh, I'm so happy!" Shoshana handed Reagan an apron and moved to make room for him at the sink so he could wash his hands. "I didn't think you'd be home this year!"

Reagan lathered his hands under the tap and looked at her, a trace of hurt passing over his face that only Ben caught. "Mama, I'm always gonna be home for Hanukkah. I grew up under this roof; I'd sure be an ungrateful gobshite if I left you high and dry, wouldn't I?"

Ben's eyebrows lifted—he'd been so accustomed to Reagan's falsified Jersey accent that when the Irish broke through it was always a shock. He giggled despite himself, also not missing the wink he received in response.

"I love having my boys here," Shoshana said wistfully, shoving the bowl of latke mix in Reagan's hands once he dried them. "It's just like old times."

The three of them worked together to get the remaining latkes fried, and when Shoshana disappeared into the living room to put on a record for the menorah lighting, Ben turned to Reagan, who already had a latke in hand.

"But what're you really doin' here," he asked quietly.

Reagan smiled before biting into the crispy potato and sour cream, chewing behind a modest hand and nodding his satisfaction at the taste. "Fuck you."

"Sometimes..." Ben didn't dare finish that thought, feeling rather than seeing the stony, expectant stare at the side of his head. "It's real nice of you to come home. I mean it. It…wouldn't have been the same. I can't remember a Hanukkah without you." He fiddled with the string of his own apron, leaning back into the counter. "Honestly I forget sometimes that your own holiday traditions were robbed from you because of me."

Reagan hooked an arm around Ben's neck and squeezed him against his side, still enjoying his latke. "Look, baby, get over it. I chose to stay 'cause I would've missed out on all of this. At that point, I knew you and Mama longer than I knew my family back home."

"But your parents..."

Reagan stilled for a split second, clearing his throat. "Well, yeah, it's hard for them. But…they're bein' taken care of over there. Don't worry too much about them."

"You had better not be eating those latkes right now," Shoshana yelled from the living room. "Those are for after the menorah!"

Reagan and Ben glanced at the remnant in Reagan's hand. He stuffed it in his gob and wiped his hand on his apron. "'Course not, Mama," he responded through just far too much potato for one mouth.

Ben laughed in his face and sighed. Things had not gone well for them that year. Between Reagan moving out of the house he bought for himself and Ben, not adjusting well to living apart again and manifesting their discomfort within a period of radio silence, not to mention their overall tension after their immoral decisions on Reagan's birthday a year prior, being this close to Reagan again and acting like nothing had gone wrong had a dual effect of soothing Ben and putting him on edge.

Almost as if reading his mind, Reagan gently knocked his knuckle under his chin. "So how's eighteen treated ya thus far?"

Ben rolled his eyes. "Two more months and it's over." He turned his face to Reagan's and observed his peaceful smile, eyes dropping briefly to his lips. "Looking forward to the future."

"Our future?"

"Oh, yeah," Ben murmured without a hint of sarcasm or irony. "Hittin' the gigs again, I'm excited."

"Good. 'Cause I really fuckin' missed you, kid."

Ben folded his arms and attempted to will himself not to blush so hard at realizing Reagan had just glanced at his lips. "Yeah. I missed you too, Reggie."

They moved into the living room to light the menorah with Shoshana and exchange their gifts, and later Reagan commanded the sleepy night by singing softly from the rocking chair, settling a blanket of musical love and warmth over Ben, sitting on the floor, and his mother, her eyes closed on the sofa.

Ben lost himself in the fire on the hearth as Reagan sang, and his eyes traveled up to the framed photo of his father above the mantle, watching over his family, virtually every aspect of him unknown but his face. Ben had his jawline and his eyes, and perhaps his ears, but that was essentially a stranger up there. A stranger he saw every time he looked in a mirror.

He looked at Reagan over his shoulder to find he had been singing a promise directly to the photo.

#word prompt #Partners #pre-trilogy 1 #repost

[purplesurveys]

1519

What was the last seriously painful thing that happened to you?   I accidentally ate a whole dried chili pepper from my kung pao chicken last night. It looked like any other topping, so I shoved it in my mouth mindlessly... :/ The burning sensation in my mouth felt fun I guess but boy do peppers actually taste like shit when eaten on their own – it felt like I ate a spoonful of metal and soil? and then of course my tummy felt upset for a couple of hours after that.

Did you get sleep last night? If not why, were you up? I did; I slept earlier than usual actually, given how busy I had been this week. I think I passed out by 11:30 PM.

What's the last rude thing someone said to you? Idk. People are very rarely rude to my face.

Would you rather do yoga or pilates or Zumba? All of these sound exhausting lmao. I’d try Zumba just so I can at least dance while working out.

Have you ever been scammed by a church? Or felt scammed by a church? Not scammed out of money but I definitely feel like church/organized religion is a scam and waste of time generally. < Yeah, let’s go with this. But on the money side, I will share this - I’ve said this before, but for the last 3-4 years my parish has been trying to raise funds for renovations and make the space larger and much much MUCH grander, and I find it so sad and desperate how they are clinging to churchgoers (most of whom don’t even have the extra income to allot for donations) to see progress. It’s so dumb and I always ignore the basket that goes around during offertory knowing it’s going to that church I’ll eventually stop attending anyway.

What does your class ring look like? What is that even? Do students in some schools do that? I was never too attached to my own batch to get a class ring.

What's your greatest asset? My ability to think quickly on my feet. Sort of a mandatory in my line of work, and I’ve learned lots about problem-solving and meeting deadlines from it.

List ten careers you think you'd find interesting. Museum curator, NASA engineer, surgeon, concert handler/organizer, wedding planner, editor for Korean variety shows, historian, production crew on a cruise ship, anonymous restaurant inspector. 10 is a LOT lmao, I didn’t expect how stumped I’d be. 

Do you know what you want to do with your life? Not quite yet. I thought I had it all figured out, but my burnout has since served as the slap to the face I needed to tell me I’m not really finding satisfaction with what I do anymore. I don’t know if I’ll always want to be in the corporate world, but what I know is I’d love to start exploring another facet of my passions, aka museums and anything related to history.

Have you found your soulmate yet? No, idk if I believe in that and I certainly never use the term genuinely, and only do so in a very joking/lighthearted manner.

Do you believe in Judgment Day? Is that the Bible thing? No. The only Judgment Day I recognize is the old WWE pay-per-view hahahaha. 

What's your favorite holiday for candy? I don’t like candy and I’ve never waited for a holiday specifically for candy.

What celebrity has the same body type as you? Not being biased lol, but Kristen Stewart is a good example I think. Zendaya also! although I am nowhere near as tall as she is.

Can you see spirits? Nope, don’t believe in that. I have a number of friends (that I trust) who claim to have a third eye or a sixth sense – and while I don’t and will never believe them specifically for that, I still like to prompt them every once in a while to see if they’re currently sensing anything different. In a way, I’m still interested in what they’d have to say.

If you were to design shirts, what would you put on them? If we’re talking about statement shirts, I’d pass. I never liked sayings on clothing.

What is the name of your YouTube channel? It’s just my Google-registered name since I registered using my Gmail.

What was the first social media site you joined? Technically it was Myspace but I never touched it again after creating my account, ha. The first social media site I joined and actually spent time at was Twitter, followed by Multiply.

Do you prefer wide-ruled or college-ruled paper? College. Having wide lines on my paper has always made me feel like I’m back in elementary school and taking penmanship classes.

Have you ever had a book completely disconnect from its binding? I’ve had this happen to my books when I was a kid, yeah.

When was the last time you won a contest, and what did you win? It was technically not a contest, but we recently had a company-wide workshop where we invited a journalist to give us a writing lecture and even homework. I was personally excited about the writing prompt he gave, but I was just too busy with work that I completely missed (and forgot about) the deadline. I rush-wrote my material the morning after the deadline and was a little nervous about it because I didn’t even give it a second glance lol, but when I consulted with him later on in the week he told me mine was the best one and that I would be given the highest score. No prize for this other than validation and assurance for my writing hahaha.

What talents contests do you think you could win? Writing and speaking ones, judging from the few contests I did manage to join in the past.

Where do you store your Christmas decorations? Mom keeps it in this large container in the garage.

Do you decorate for holidays? Only for Christmas.

Do you have a hope chest? If so, what's in it? No, I don’t know what that is...have I taken this survey before? I remember learning about a hope chest precisely because of a question like this, but idk otherwise I don’t think I’ve ever encountered some of the questions here so probably a coincidence.

What's unique about your bed? Can’t think of anything about it that makes it stand out. What's unique about your bedroom? My aircon is the same aircon that you will see if you look at my photos of me as a baby in my nursery.

Do you act too nice for your age? I don’t think niceness has anything to do with age, but I definitely get called out by my mom whenever she can for being too much of a pushover haha. For the most part I’m outspoken only within people I trust; but I hate hate hate having to argue with strangers and think it’s a waste of time, so I normally just let other people have their way. And she really hates that.  What's a place that starts with the same letter as your name? Romania.

Where would you most like to do a 24 hour challenge in? List five places. Gangwon, Busan, Barcelona, New York City, Basel.

What's your favorite part of Chinatown? I’ve never been to a Chinatown.

Does your doctor respect you? I don’t have a doctor that I regularly go to. I also never really get checkups and only go to a clinic/hospital if I’m experiencing some sort of serious ache.

What color is your birthmark? Where is it located? I have one on the top left part of my back and it’s dark brown; I have another one by my butt, which is also dark brown; and I used to have a Mongolian spot on my right arm.

Have you ever made a prank call? Never.

What are some jobs people in your family have had? List five. My dad started as a cook and worked his way up the kitchen; to add, he used to work in a hotel here in the Philippines but started working overseas after the birth of my sister so the family monies could be more sustainable. My mom has juggled all sorts of administrative work in three different hotels over the last 29 years so she’s been a receptionist, secretary to the F&B director, etc.  Do you feel spiritually in tune with nature when you're out in the wild? I don’t believe in spirituality and ‘getting in touch’ with mine. 

Which Cheetah Girl was your favorite? Raven mostly because I loved her in That’s So Raven and I didn’t know the other girls too much.

Which Spice Girl was your favorite? Didn’t reach their peak, sorry. I love Victoria though, but more as herself than as a member of the group.

Which Power Ranger was your favorite? Was never into the Power Rangers. Were you blonde as a child? Not at all.

What was your first CD you bought? Beyoncé’s I Am...Sasha Fierce.

Have you ever cried while locked in a bathroom? A few times. I generally avoid the bathroom though...doesn’t the echo make it worse? If I need to cry I just do it in bed or go to my car so I can be alone.

What is your favorite type of book to read? Memoirs.

Do you ever sleep on your floor? Very occasionally.

If you're not in school, do you ever miss writing essays? I don’t miss it, only because I get to do it for a living kind of! Hahaha but if I had ever ended up in a different field, I definitely see myself missing writing. It’s one of the few things I know and am good at.

Do you enjoy writing? I love it.

Who's the best photographer you know? Maybe Reiven since he actually did it for a living at one point.

Have you ever had a professional photo shoot done? Yes, for grad shoots. Nothing beyond that, though.

Have you ever performed in a talent show? No.

#survey #surveys

[redxriiot]

Looking back at old post, and holy shit, in the potential verse where Kiri comes back to Japan to be a UA teacher, that silly little promise he made to ‘follow Aizawa for the rest of his life’ during the Overhaul arc is probably HELLA incentive for him to come back to Japan in the first place.

#hc #verse tbt #//Lmao; what if I just lazy and name it exactly the same thing as the pro verse; but with extra words so it's the SCHOOL MOTTO #;mun has spoken #//But yeah #//Gets all worried and tentative about going back as much as he misses it in Japan bc of all the reconnecting he'd have to do #//assuming anybody'd WANT him to reconnect anyways. He'd have no doubt they'd moved on with their lives like he did; so why uproot? #//Rather than it being his mama and Fat Gum that really prompt him to come back; it being that stupid thing he'd said is p funny #//Especially since it'd be that EARLY ON in his exploits of America; he'd set to study to be a teacher in addition to being a dad & heroing #//His single motivation is getting a good teaching education while in in America; learning new skills for being a Pro and improving #//So then he could get recertified in both heroics and teaching when he gets back in Japan #//Prolly even negociated with Nezu (assuming he's still the principal by then) on a potential teaching post he could have #//Maybe taking over heroics if All Might's retiring around then; otherwise looking to get certified in a position that might be open in time #//Or whatever lmao; idk how this shit works; but I'm just typing out on my phone on the way to the liquor so I can't really research #//Though I guess him being a heroics teacher isn't too far-fetched; I'd say. Or some kind of Phys Ed teacher #//ANYWAYS #//It'd be so funny; having Kiri as a UA teacher would be so fun #//If not potentials of him meeting up with old friends like that; whether it's bc they visit/are on the staff too/or just are PARENTS #//Then just bc of him being able to pester Aizawa and call him 'Senpai'. No longer Aizawa-sensei. Nope; he's Zawa-senpai to him now #//But also genuinely looks up to him and wants to be just as good a teacher as he was to Class A. Es like that Spiderverse meme dkjgng #//He'd be so good to his students; I swear. Genuinely treats them all like his kids. Or little siblings; either way; he'd be great #//Much protective and caring. Would definitely make himself into someone they could rely on and feel safe confiding in #//He'd be absolutely insufferable to the staff though; lmao. If not bc of his age then bc he'd pull a Maes Hughes about his lil' baby Tatsu #//Unless the other teachers don't mind whenever he'd share new pictures he took with his kiddo; hearing progress; or giving advice; etc