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hopepetal · 1 year

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flowers fall like rain

TW- major character death

@stiffyck

Warning: System power critically low.

The warning flashed red in front of Scar’s eyes as he stumbled forward, the calm voice reading out the words a stark contrast to the panicked voices of his friends, connected through his programming to see and hear what was happening. Raising his mechanical arm, Scar braced the upper part of his arm with his other hand before firing. The projectile sent out by his built-in blaster slammed into the next wave of faceless AI soldiers, knocking several back into the far wall and scorching the white tile.

“Scar!” Mumbo’s voice crackled with static, but the engineer’s panic was audible as the facility’s alarm continued to blare, summoning more soldiers to Scar’s position. “You need to get out of there before you run out of power! There’s no way you can take them all on by yourself anyway!”

Scar grit his teeth, charging up his blaster again. “We’re not leaving without the hard drive!” Firing again, he stumbled back from the force of the blast, panting heavily. “Grian, what’s your status?”

In the background, he could hear keys clacking as Grian frantically worked. “Still not done,” the hacker got out, his focus on gaining access to the database, “I need more time.”

Checking the little icon that flashed in the corner of his vision, Scar let out a slight growl of frustration. “I don’t have all that long left, G.” Turning around, he started down the hallway, away from the approaching soldiers. “I can distract them for a few more minutes but I have to fall back.” He tried to keep his voice level to ignore the fear that was slowly rising inside him.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get in, grab the drive, and get out. Scar hadn’t expected to run into a veritable army of AI soldiers ready to kill him on sight. The fact that he had once been a part of that mindless mass made him shudder slightly. He hadn’t even charged beforehand, hadn’t thought it would be necessary when they were going to an abandoned facility in the middle of nowhere.

Cursing his decision now, Scar sprinted down the hall, the loud clomping footsteps of the soldiers gaining behind him. Glancing over his shoulder just in time to see the first of them round the corner, Scar ducked just in time for a bullet to shoot over his shoulder just barely nicking his ear. The little warning icon in the corner of his vision seemed to flash brighter as he sped up, rounding the next corner. “Grian, how much time do you need?” he pressed, noticing how he was getting closer to the room his hacker was currently in. “I’m approaching your location,” he warned.

“Just a little longer!” Grian sounded like he was shaking as he answered, frustration giving rise to panic. “Goodness gracious- okay, okay, I’ve almost got it.”

“Scar.” Mumbo’s voice crackled back into existence, drawing the AI’s attention. “Something’s wrong- some of your systems aren’t functioning correctly. Are you injured?”

Scar quickly glanced down at himself and groaned. “Yeah, I didn't even notice. They must’ve gotten me earlier-” Turning slightly, he fired another shot over his shoulder at the approaching soldiers before rounding the corner- “probably one of those ranged models with the blaster. I-”

Warning: System power at five percent. Some features may be unavailable or limited.

Scar’s vision dimmed, his steps stuttering as exhaustion hit him. Gasping in a painful breath of stale air, the burning in his lungs at the forefront of his mind alongside the heaviness of his legs. The voices of his friends were cut off suddenly as his internal power dropped, the unison marching of the soldiers pursuing him the only sound other than his frantic panting and the blaring alarm overhead.

Leaning heavily against the wall, Scar forced himself onward, a stumbling run that made his already exhausted body scream in opposition. He had to trust that Grian would get the hard drive, had to trust that his own body would make it just a little further, had to hope and pray to whatever cruel god was out there that they’d both make it out of this alive. They’d get back home, where Mumbo was waiting with an exasperated sigh on his lips and a scolding on his tongue, and both Scar and Grian would sit there sheepishly while Mumbo began repairing Scar’s systems. They’d promise to be more careful next time, because there would be a next time, Scar was not going to die when he was so close to getting his memories back-

Warning: System power at four percent.

The voice that had previously read out the warnings was gone now, replaced by a constant, insistent beeping. Legs shaking, Scar had to put all of his focus into moving lest he fall over. One foot in front of the other. Come on. Come on, just a little further!

He had forgotten the soldiers.

Scar did not feel pain. That particular function had been turned off at five percent. What he did feel was weightlessness as an explosion sent him soaring through the air and slamming into a wall with enough force to crack the tile. Blood- fake, of course, only there for the purpose of “realism”- seeped from his head and smeared against the dusty white tile as his body slid down to rest against the floor. Groaning, he raised his head to gaze at the approaching soldiers as his vision blurred and darkened.

Oh.

He wasn’t going to make it.

A soft laugh mixed with a sob bubbled up as Scar sent a mental command through his programming. Resignation filled him as the confirmation window popped up in his view.

Do you wish to turn off power saver? You will have full access to all functions and systems, but your power will run out more quickly.

[Yes | No]

Scar’s vision brightened as he turned off power saver, the voices of his friends reappearing in his head once more, every bit of panic and worry. Despite his situation, he had to smile. Gosh, he loved his friends so much.

He was going to miss them.

“Scar,” Grian was saying, “Scar I got the drive, we can go, it’s going to be okay, we-”

Mumbo’s voice mixed in with Grian’s, harder to understand but still audible. “Turn power saver back on- too dangerous- we’ll meet-”

“I’m not going to make it.”

Mumbo and Grian went silent.

Scar let out a trembling sigh. “I can’t move. The soldiers- they’re here. My power’s almost gone.” Forcing a smile, he continued. “But- we had a good run! We did our best! Yeah, it didn’t work out in the end, but at least… at least we tried!” Tears welled up in his eyes and spilled down his cheeks even as he smiled. Crying was yet another function made purely for realism, another function that wasted precious energy. “So… Thank you, for everything. And I’m sorry for causing you both so much trouble.”

Warning: System power at three percent.

The silence was nearly as loud as the cries of Scar’s aching, mechanical heart. He faintly wondered if other AI were programmed to be heartbroken by grief, or if that was simply another unusual quirk of his.

“No.” Grian’s voice shook, a cocktail of anger, fear, and grief. “No, we are not- that’s not how this is ending. We’ve gone through too much to just have it end here! I’m coming to get you and-”

“You can’t.” Mumbo had never sounded so small. “You would die as well.”

Scar made a soft noise of agreement, holding back a sob at Grian’s desperate cry. “C’mon, G…” The soldiers were getting closer. He had to be quick. “I’m not even human, anyway. You and Mumbo are smart, you guys can just- create another one of me. I’m sure there are plenty of other faulty AI soldiers left in the trash somewhere-”

“Don’t you dare say that!” Grian roared, his voice glitching as his volume exceeded normal capacity. “Who cares if you’re human or not?! You’re our friend!” He quieted down, desperation seeping into his words. “You’re family.”

Warning: System power at two percent.

Tears continued to pour down Scar’s cheeks, the salt seeping into his split lip and causing him to wince. Nevertheless, he continued to smile the kind of smile only seen on those who knew their time was up. “If that’s how you really feel…” He sniffled, letting out a shaky breath. “It has been an honor and a privilege to be a part of your family.”

Warning: System power at one percent.

“Scar, wait-!”

The soldiers were so close. “Keep the hard drive. Look through it. Even if I don’t ever get to know why I was created…”

“No, no no no you’re going to know, I’m coming, just hang in there-!”

“Grian- god, Scar, I’m so sorry…”

“...remember me, okay? I love-”

System power at zero percent. Shutting down…

The soldiers closed in.

#my writing #angst #hermitcraft fanfic #AI au #major character death #goodtimeswithscar #grian #mumbo jumbo #title is from “I was Human” by rachie #this is not the end of this au #is all i'm going to say #there may be another part

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farolero-posting · 11 months

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I think Cedric and Calamus should be friends and join the club of teenagers with way too much weight on their shoulders because holy shit they deserve good things.

I mean, one of those small details that I always felt were kind of sad was that line Cedric has about not knowing Calamus or Alula... which makes sense in a way, because it was the Author who knew them better. And yet both Cedric and Calamus feel close in age and have similar personalities I am genuinely surprised they weren't friends.

And now considering their circumstances... Both of them need to be the proactive sibling, ready to react to situations that are beyond what teens like them should be doing.

We... never get told what happened to Rachis, although context probably tells us he was one of the NPCs lost to the squares. But even if Calamus and Alula were not aware of that truth, they're both still functionally orphans, and Calamus has made it his responsibility to make sure Alula is okay because she is all he has left.

Cedric is one of the few people aware of being in a simulation, and this by itself is already really isolating. Cedric is also the one responsible for... pretty much ensuring that Niko made it to the city and fulfilled their mission, having to make up plans as he goes. Not to mention the knowledge that his father is gone for good now, and the grief that is tied to it.

And besides all of this, I just really think that these two are alike in personality. Both are really polite, hardworking and responsible. The only big differences are their sets of skills and that Cedric is more willing to take risks on the spot, while I feel like Calamus would be more cautious in his place.

But gosh they could be good friends.

#oneshot game #cedric #calamus #analysis #i am not the most skilled writer but boy do i wanna do something about this yknow #Something something i wonder if Rachis and the Author had a similar dynamic at some point #Oh. another aspect im considering too as a bit of a crack theory. or a way to get some conflict potential #like. we know the cedric we meet is technically a robot.#my personal take on that is that he is made from code and contains as many memories as the original cedric was able to transfer #but when it comes to have actually experienced those things... our cedric knows those are memories. but are not /his/ own. in a way.#calamus and alula have memories that were coded in them but without awareness of their situation they see all of that as real #but cedric knows he is code and thus. he has existed inside. but whatever came before was the memories he inherited but not his own actions #so he recognizes those names. but is actually not sure he really knows them the same way his memories know them #and cannot guarantee he can be the friend they have known him as. because he is who cedric was #but also his own thing #this is a mess to explain but do u see what i mean #like how real he sees himself and how real the future ahead is and who he is aaslkfja #ok im done with my break ignore this rambling. this probably makes no sense.#im just figuring out how i wanna write characters #fic: write your own path forward #< for personal organization

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rachi-roo · 9 months

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People! Help! 😭

I'm stuck. My writing is giving struggles again. I don't know how to write, differently? You know?

Everything I write seems to have the same start, middle, and end. How do I change that? I don't know what to dooooo!

ESPECIALLY with my Tomohiro fics. It's all the same. "Oop, hi hero/ villain, catch me if you can! Wait, you can't cus *tiggles*" I need to know how to branch out on my scenarios.

Can anyone help? 😭🙏

#rachi says #HELP #writers block #writing community #please help meeeee

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prince--ofnothing · 11 months

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A drabble. May turn to something more.

In the darkness...

In the darkness, cold. And alone. He's curled up under the fabric that still felt like home. His knuckles are white from the pressure of which he gripped the cloak-turned-blanket, feeling the fibers taunt against his fingertips. It was all he could do. Opening one eye slowly, it was quite a surprise to see a figure he didn't recognise stood so close to him. A rifle slung over the figure's shoulder, concern written on their face. Narrow eyes stared, his own widening and pupils pinpricking.

At first he thought it was Petra coming in, but this person... Stars, there was something about them that he couldn't place. He sits up, watches the figure back awak slightly, and runs a hand though his hair.

"can I... Help? You?"

Uldren's a wreck. He was pretending to sleep, and Jolyon knew it. There's... Recognition of some kind in the Prince's eyes, but the way Uldren looked at him like he was some kind of background character from one of those elaborate plays where you forget even the show star's name hurts him. He moves to sit at the edge of the prison bed, gently lying a hand over the blanket. It's crusted with dust and filth and he can't help but grimace slightly.

She's calling to him. He knows it. This stranger with a familiar face is in his way and she's calling out for him. The gloved hand settles on the fabric and he jerks it away, staring daggers toward the tall man with white hair. Smart eyes stare daggers right back. Who is this? Who is this who comes into his Cell, who has Petra sent him? What grand security. There's silence. Neither wish to speak first, though both have plenty to say. He can't help but see the longing in the other's eyes and it sends pangs in his heart. A flower is produced, from one of the pouches on the other's belt. Uldren's eyes gravitate toward it immediately.

Asphodelia.

It grows in the Black Garden.

Everything grows there.

Confusion blossoms in his chest, a stain across the white silk of his stability, and his breath hitches. But he doesn't recognise this man. He won't. Not now.

"You recognise this, don't you Uldren?"

Jolyon attempts to keep his tone level but he can't hide the trembling shake it had developed. He reaches toward Uldren curled like some feral animal there on the bed, and hands it to him. He can't help but see the way Uldren's fingers twitched when he took it.

"I know you don't recognise me. But you know the flower. You know it, Uldren... Think. Maybe it will remind you."

With that, he stood and he left.

As the other leaves the room, his eyes focus. He watches him walk away like he's never seen him before, then the flower arrests his attention.

Asphodelia. It grows... In the Reef. Illyn planted it there, after he gave them to Mara. He clutches the single blossom tightly, and looks for her... though he can't see her now he can feel her presence still. She likes the flower. Doesn't she?

#destinythegame #destiny 2 #Writing #Uldren Sov #Jolyon Till #The prison of elders #Uldren doesn't recognise him #Jail #Jail for a thousand years #Add on to the forsaken prince.#prince uldren #Jolyon Till the Rachis

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rachel-arashgrey · 1 year

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I love N so much

Me too, sis/bro/enby pal

It's hard to not fall in love with a math nerd, especially when that math nerd has a green hair

#I'd write an entire essay about him but sadly i'm tired #N Harmonia #Rachie's Ask

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feliz-navidad · 3 months

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what is something little you do to show affection? Mine is adding names at the end of my family and friend's names sometimes.

#I do this a lot with my students and my family mostly #I add “Bear” to the end of their name #although sometimes instead of adding a name I just alter a part of their name #like Rachies #for Rachel #I usually do this more out loud though than in writing

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thedeadthree · 1 year

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🖊🖊 + Hinata and Nadezdha 👀

HIIII MARI ANGEL <3 I hope ur doing well and had a lovely day/holiday!!!! THOSE ARE MY GIRLIESS <3 i missed them sm u know? i also FINALLY at last finished edgerunners (i started it a bit back and finished it at like 4am this morning asjknkd so good oh my god IT HURTT but it was the loveliest u know?) and i missed the babies <3

SEND A 🖊 + I WILL GUSH ABOUT MY OCS

🖊 - so funny story, but the man that hinata and oda were sent to zero on behalf of her great grandpops s*aburo..... was actually the man who ordained their wedding sansknksd. SO he was a priest right and one popular with the corpos that were employed by 'saka in NC. well, he started speaking ill of the company and selling company intel to their rivals when the employees would go to confession. so like..... he had to go u know? blah blah talk ill of the corp u get zeroed etc etc. they devised a genius plan to have him marry them, when she says "you may kiss the bride" they do of course buuuuut they also zero him in the process while he's distracted.. and they did just that! and it worked! hinata and oda yank out their mantis blades and the deed was done <3. every great wedding ends in someone getting flatlined right?

🖊 - so this second one will sort of be what i think in theory how she’ll be in phantom liberty? so if this is a post game thingy hideo (her charge and her and odas adopted son bc SOMEONE has to and it sure ain’t his brother yori sjzjhzhx) will be ceo as his brother is to step down and is put on house arrest in a time out bc of the coup ksjzjxhxh. if vika ends up having to take on ‘saka again it may mean that the besties turn into adversaries which would BREAK my heart but also be absolutely EHEM *nova* if the white widow and worlds coolest cyberninja faced off u know? ORR if it’s like during the main story i mean the besties in a spy thriller would so be siiiick u know? oda supporting the wife from the tower in the plaza like “thats my wife” ❣️😌 etc etc!

🖊 - YAY MARI U SAINT U I ADORE U SM I’ve been wanting to scream about her for literal years slzkxjxj she’s been around for a WHILE living in the head along with vika rent free with luxury room service <3 she was like a blob of like ✨vibes✨ like with the red aesthetic and the red hair for YEARS until i found the perfect fc and name? a little lore into her design color and symbolism is a HUUGE part of her character development and design? the way as growing up she wore a lot of neutrals and it was deliberate as she wished to be as out of sight as possible? then it was as if a switch flipped following a near depth experience in a deep dive into what was the pre data crash net. red is passionate it’s power it’s so much more and all what she wished to be. she became the red queen and faked her charismatic nature until she forgot where the old nadya ended and the red queen began. for the version of her she conveyed to the world and her true nature became one and the same. <3 lilith killed eve the day she became the red queen.

🖊 - OO okay this’ll be the fun one.. for this one we will be discussing! nadyas………. “lovers.” shes got three in her character arc that hold the most meaning to her both good and bad. those would be: y*orinobu (HUUGE) johnny (VERY) and r*ache (VERY and also painful!). if i for sure need to do a deep lore dive essay into the meaning of people in her life especially these three. but in essential the tropes to best depict them are for sure “mutual obsession inevitable downfall” for yori and nadya. “right person wrong time and rivals to lovers” for her and johnny. and! pain pain and suffering “tragic doomed lovers” for nadya and rachie <3

#teehehe i also get to test the new banners <3 BUT ANYWAYS TY FOR THE ASK AND FOR ASKING OF MY BABY #🌹: mari #d-vx #oc: hinata sanderson #oc: nadezdha sovin #leg.asks #leg.ocs #leg.txt #Ty ty dear and i hope ur doing well <3 #i need to do a lore post I need to do it soon or if y’all are interested in asking of her in this i sure can kajsjxhx #Bc we will be here a WHILEE delving into the significance and symbolism and lore behind her skzjjxx #i need to write it down bc it’s EXTENSIVE and yes like the totally normal person I am i have kept it safe in the old noggin kajsjzh #BUT ANYWAY I HOPE U ENJOY ME YELLING ABOUT THE BABIES i missed them ✨😖#no but like when he flatlines rachie a part of her died with him u know? so! painnnn!#but also right person wrong time for johnny blah blah it’s about red string of fate inevitable down fall for her and y*ori etc etc <3 #either way hinata will have fun in the new dlc and i am so excited to see what the game will throw at me for the besties <3 #SPY THRILLLERRRR THEY SAY?? im sold im so sold #it should also be noted that nadya is one of the most prolific in her time and her Lilith sign in the net is regarded with divinity in the #net <3 rachie programmed all the daemons to have her signature in their code so they’ll never hurt her hehe <3 even the rogue ais see her as #one of their own <3 #hinata and o*das wedding was both iconic and deadly and nothing could have been more perfect for them <4 #*<3 #they’re the icons they’re the moment etc etc i love them both <3 #GODD THE NEW BANNERS CAME OUT SO CUTE ✨😖💌💌🥀

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giggly-squiggily · 3 months

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The Great Escape (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Hehe, thought there wasn't gonna be a fic today, did ya? >:D This is a sequel to "A New Kind Of Mystery"; I won't lie- originally I wasn't planning on writing one (do I ever plan sequels? Not really jlkrejarjeajraejkrjka) but after being encouraged by the ever wonderful @intheticklecloset here we are! :D I hope y'all like it!

Taglist Peeps:

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @t-wordiiish @rachi-roo @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @sevenincubistolemyheart

Summary: Poe's getting ready for his and Ranpo's vacation and makes the bold decision to leave his notebook behind. Surely he'll be fine without it, right?....Right?

“Oh…which should I bring?”

Poe was once again at a crossroad, brows furrowing as he looked between too well loved hardcovers. Ranpo and his holiday was just around the corner, and while the important things for their trip were already packed- if not a bit messy on his boyfriend’s end- he now had to decide on reading material.

“Gggggr?” Karl was curled up on the nearest suitcase, watching Poe stress with lazy eyes.

“I know I won’t be reading the entire time, Karl- I just want a few things for when things settle down.” He flipped the books over, scanning their synopsis. Oh, they both sounded good! And then there were those new books he recently purchased…

“Poe!” Fingers jabbed his sides, making him squeal with a spasm. “Surprise! I’m here!”

“R-Ranpo!” The author turned to his boyfriend, or at least tried to. Those dastardly fingers were still prodding and poking at his sides, making him curl up and giggle. “Rannananapo, pleahahhahase! Iihihih’m trihihihihying to pahahhahack!”

“Still? I thought you had everything?” The detective looked over his boyfriend’s shoulder as he kept on tickling, humming at the books. “Didn’t you read both of these like- several hundred kajillion times?”

“Huhuhuhush! Thehehehy’re clahahhahahssics!”

“Just like you! Hehehe!”

Poe felt his cheeks burn- a combination of the tickles and Ranpo’s teasing compliment. “Ahehahahahha Rahahahn!”

“Hehe, okay okay.” The detective released him. Soon after he grabbed both books, tossing them in Poe’s remaining suitcase. “When you can’t decide, bring both! That’s how I go about my snacks.”

“Hehe..heheh..I suhuhpose thahaht’s fahahair…” Pushing his bangs back, Poe reached to zip up his bag, pausing when Ranpo quirked a brow. “Whahat is it?”

“You’re not bringing it?” The detective asked. Poe knew instantly what he was talking about.

His go-to notebook; what he used to scribble down outlines and ideas for his next big mystery. It was rare for Poe to let it out of his sight- even rarer for him not to bring it.

Poe raised his chin, squaring his shoulders. “I’m not bringing it. I promised you a holiday, and I intend to keep it.” Nodding, he finished zipping his bag, finalizing his decision. “No working for me. Nope, none at all.”

“Are you sure?” Ranpo raised a skeptical brow. Poe hoped the smile on his lips wasn’t too frozen.

“Absolutely.”

Ranpo watched him closely before shrugging, reaching out and poking Poe some more. “Okay! In that case, let’s get this vacay started!”

“Rahahhan!”

~~~

“Look at that! Oh, and that! And that!” Ranpo was lying half-on top of him, nose and hands pressed into the foggy glass of their train compartment as they watched the scenery go by. Their destination was a cozy little cottage not far from the main attractions in Yokohama. The owner of said cottage was none other than Fukuzawa himself- only mildly panicked upon hearing Ranpo’s plan to “Find a cheap motel and pray.” It was a joke of course, but he insisted upon them taking it.

If anything, it guaranteed their safety. Though Poe wouldn’t be against the idea of a haunted hotel room…

“Poe, look! Look! Are you looking?” Ranpo’s gentle but insistent prodding brought him back to current time, turning his gaze out towards the pamphlet in his boyfriend’s hands. “They’ve got a zoo around where we’re heading! And lots of gardens and-” Ranpo went silent, eyes glued to the paper.

“What?” Poe couldn’t take the anticipation any longer!

“They have a cup noodle museum!” Ranpo all but breathed, eyes lighting up like a child on christmas. “Poe, we have to go! We have to! Cup noodles are the ultimate snack! The staple of childhood- are you laughing at me?”

Poe was in fact giggling in his hands, barely hiding a smile. “I'm sohohorry! I’m sohohrry- just; you’re so cute!” The author giggled against his shoulder, shaking with barely repressed mirth. “I nehehever knew how excited you were abohohut noodles!”

“As the god of snacks, I am mildly offended.” Ranpo replied, his deadpan expression breaking into a smile when Poe snorted. “As punishment, you get tickles!”

“Ah! Ahhehahahhahaha! Whahahit, wahhahahit- Rahhahahan! Whehehe’re in puhuhuhblic!” Poe squeaked, sinking as much as he could in his chair as he tried muffling the sound. Ranpo had decided to take full residence in his lap however- making it near impossible.

“Don’t worry- no one’s looking!” Ranpo teased in his ear, keeping his tickles just light enough to keep Poe snickering. “Even if they were, you’re cute! They’d love you.”

“Shuhuuhuhush! Aheahhahaha, Raahhahahan!” He squeaked, clinging to the detective’s jacket with barely any strength. He didn’t feel eyes on him, so Ranpo was speaking the truth.

Even if they were being watched, part of him simply didn’t care. Let them witness their love on this train going nowhere.

Huh- that’d be a good idea for a horror story. Two lovers on an endless train in limbo. He should write this down-

…Ah, right.

At some point Ranpo must have stopped, for when he came back to the Detective was once again reading his pamphlet, leaning into his shoulder and getting comfortable. Poe smiled, pressing a hand against his boyfriends.

He pretended the small ache in his chest was something else.

~~~

“CANON BALL!” Sheets and pillows flew everywhere as Ranpo landed in the bed, sprawling out like an octopus as he wiggled about. “This is the BEST! I’m so glad we came- that cup noodle exhibit was amazing!”

“It was rather..unique. Who knew there was so much to learn about snacks?” Poe smiled as he sat down, resting his aching feet. Their vacation seemed to fly by- the day they got there to now has been nothing but exploration and adventure. “I also enjoyed those racoon dogs- they reminded me of Karl.”

Said racoon made an assortment of clicking noises as it curled up against Poe’s pillow, snoozing once more. Ranpo grinned as he stroked his fur, cooing gently.

It was all so fun, and Poe was having a great time. However…somewhere deep down, he felt like such a failure.

Wherever he went, wherever he turned- he couldn’t turn off his brain from work. The sights and sounds of Yokohama’s beautiful gardens and zoos made him imagine the perfect settings for his books. The secrets within the city gave him inspiration for mysteries, and Ranpo…

Oh being with Ranpo made him think of a genre he never thought he’d write. Romance.

A hide and seek tale, maybe? A man is trying to find his lover but they’re so far away. He searches high and low, following the sound of their voice as it calls out to him playfully. He crosses the oddest of people and the most breathtaking sights to find them-

Everytime it happened he reached for his notebook, only to not find it there. It caused a small panic until he realized he left it home.

Then that panic turned to shame at how disappointed he felt not having it.

It was like a betrayal, only he was holding the knife aimed at Ranpo’s back.

“Poe?” Ranpo was standing before him now, brows furrowed. “Are you alright?”

The author blinked, suddenly unsure. “I…erm..”

“Poe?” Ranpo’s eyes widened suddenly, his hands reaching out to the other’s shoulders. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Again, he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t until he blinked that he realized he was crying. “Ranpo…I’m failing you.”

“What? Come here, come here.” The detective pulled his boyfriend to his feet, leading him to the bed. Once there, he pulled him down, down, down some more until they were laying against the warm sheets, Ranpo’s arms around his torso as he pressed gentle kisses against his shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“I made you a promise, and yet- here I am breaking it. I promised you I wouldn’t work but yet- here I am longing to write. I shouldn’t be thinking about all that- I should be spending time with you.” Poe blinked a few times, willing the tears to dry. He shouldn’t be crying- he didn’t deserve to. “I’m sorry, Ranpo.”

The detective was quiet against him, the arms around Poe strong as ever. Then he was sitting up, just enough to look down at Poe’s face. His expression…

“You know what I love the most about you?” He asked, eyes soft and lips curved in the gentlest of smiles. “It’s that you care so much about others. You want to give them your best self, even if it comes at sacrificing yourself.” He reached up, gently brushing Poe’s long bangs from his forehead so he could look him in the eye. “I know you, Poe. I know you’ll never quite turn off your brain even when on vacation. I know you’ll always be thinking about books and stories and writing- and you know what? That’s okay. It’s a core part of you, and another part about you I love with my entire heart.”

Poe wanted to argue, but Ranpo pressed the softest of kisses against his cheek, silencing him.

“I love how your mind is constantly running on creativity. I love how you find inspiration in things I wouldn’t even think about. I love how you’re so devoted to the craft it becomes real.” Each statement came with another kiss, stamping them into Poe’s heart permanently. “I love the fact you willingly came with me on vacation. I love you walked through an entire noodle exhibit you likely didn’t care for just to make me happy. I just- I love you. Even if you’re thinking about books and whatnot- you’re here with me. You’re with me right now. That’s all I want.”

Poe couldn’t find words. His throat was constricted with a lump the size of a baseball as he looked into his boyfriend’s eyes. Even if he could speak, how was he supposed to voice how much he loved him? Words aren’t enough.

Instead, he breathed out a small “May I kiss you?”

Ranpo grinned, nodding. Poe pulled him down into himself as he kissed him, putting everything he felt into it. Warmth spread across his body, curling his toes and setting into the deepest crevices of his heart for all eternity.

Beneath his hands, he could feel Ranpo’s heart racing just as fast, syncing up with his own and playing the same melody.

When they pulled away, they were both slightly flushed and breathless, Ranpo’s eyes bright against dark hair. Poe reached up, gently brushing it out of his face with a small smile.

“Hey..I love you.” Poe whispered, making Ranpo light up.

“I love you too.” He fell back into Poe’s chest, snuggling his face into his chest with a content sigh. “We should go on holiday more often.”

“Definitely.” Poe surprised himself by saying it. He surprised himself even further with how real the words felt.

“Oh?” Ranpo sat up with a grin, fingers scritting against Poe’s belly. “Did I hear you right? You’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

“Aheheahahha! Oohohohof cohohohoure I ahahhaham! Ahehahaha- nohoohow you gehehehhet toohohoho!” With a boost of strength he didn’t realize he had, he managed to push Ranpo on his side, going for all the spots that he knew would have the detective squealing for mercy. “Tahhaek that!”

“AH! Aheahhahahhha, Pohohohohoohe! Ahehahhahhahaha!” Ranpo flopped like a fish against the sheets, sending them flailing off the bed. At some point Karl jumped for safety, landing on the nearby bed table as his humans wrestled about the bed, laughing all the way.

~~~

“Surprise!” Ranpo pulled out a small notebook from his snack bag, holding it out to Poe with warm yet nervous eyes. “I know it’s not your preferred notebook, but I saw it while snack shopping and thought of you.”

Poe stared, seemingly frozen at the gesture. For a moment, Ranpo was sure he messed up.

Then the author took it in his hands, tears misting his eyes as he held it close. “Thank you…it’s perfect.”

The detective grinned, jumping forward and kissing Poe’s with reckless abandon. “Do you love it? I know you love it, you love it don’t you?”

“Ahehaha! I do! I do!” Poe giggled, pulling the smaller man into his chest. “I do. Thank you Ranpo. In fact- I already know what I’m putting in it.”

“Oh?” The detective raised a brow but didn’t push, settling on snuggling against Poe’s chest instead. It wasn’t long before he was sleeping away.

~~~

Poe’s new notebook was not used for notetaking. Nor was it used for outlines.

Within the pages were an assortment of things- photos taken on a polaroid of them smiling, Ranpo giddily next to a giant cup of noodle, Karl staring at the Racoon dog- all various parts of their holiday.

Between photos were little blurbs- Poe’s sprawly handwriting detailing each event and his favorite moments from each activity. Some were softer- a secret photo taken of Ranpo snoring against his chest kept in the “Treasures” section. Wrappers of snacks his boyfriend insisted on him trying and he ended up liking were stashed inside as well- taped in with care and cute racoon washi they found. Pressed flowers from the garden trip were carefully added, a picture of Poe with a crown of them on his head nearby.

They only took so many pages- the rest of the notebook was far from full. Poe smiled as he pressed it closed, tucking it away in his desk.

He couldn’t wait for their next adventure.

Thanks for reading!

#BSD #tickle #tickle fic #ranpoe #ranpo edogawa #edgar allen poe #vacation time #a touch of hurt/comfort #but mostly fluff with these lovable dorks #hitting y'all with a fluff bomb before I go on a will i won't I writing vacation #post the candy heart dabbles of course #classes and all that #anywho #RANPOE BELOVED!

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bluemoondust · 1 year

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Hello! May I req about reader attempting to piss off/surprise attack Dazai (BSD) so that he would kill them please? Just one character, and in scenarios would be fitting i think or it can be up to you. Thanks!

✧Attempting to Provoke Him✧ — Dazai Osamu

First time writing for Dazai, so hope this is good!

Warning(s): Talk of Suicide and Death (Thanatos Theory), Hints of Manipulation

Currently Playing: Two Breaths Walking (Reloaded) cover by Rachie

"Hey,

What are you living off of?

Who is it that drives you to go on?

Who is it that you think of?

Have you learned all of the words to say?"

It seems like you're under the influence of Thanatos. The desire of death; your untimely demise.

Something all too familiar with Dazai. However, his approach to the concept is different from yours. Well at least, in terms of how you'd like your end to be. His own methods have changed, but oh...some things just stay the same even after years have passed.

He thinks about how empty you must feel. What drove such a hole into that heart of yours in order to cause this need to have your short life ended. He'll find out that answer eventually; he always figures it out in the end. It's futile to even try to hide your true reasoning behind it. The kicker of it all being that you wish for Dazai to be the one to cut your life abruptly.

Something was wrong with this. No human being would want to commit a death that is by the hands of someone else. They'd rather do it by their own hand; to feel that sweet sense of control they never had in their lives. Why do you want someone to kill you? Well no matter, it is something he'll find out. He knows too well you won't give an answer. No person is ever honest when it comes to their darkest emotions.

Your attempts to annoy/surprise him, amuse Dazai greatly and he never takes them seriously...on the surface. He simply plays along and laughs like it's all a joke. Treats it like a game. "Oh! Nice try~ You'll have to be more stealthy than that!" Your actions are met with head pats or affectionately pinching your cheeks. You're adorable. Just like that silly little head of yours to even believe you can achieve what you want.

Those methods are in vain as he can clearly tell its you ever time you try to catch him off guard. You think just because these methods are a clear plead to be killed, they would actually give you what you want? Oh, you're naive. Dazai had already known your intentions. Everyone else could assume you are being silly, but he knows better. He's seen the glint in your eyes when you approach him with a new scheme. He's seen it before.

You're his darling after all. He knows you more than you know yourself. You want to know what does piss him off? That you want to leave this world on your own. Without him. Dazai internally scoffs at your attempts to ignite a strong reaction out of him, but they still amuse him as said before.

So let's get things straight, you are not going to receive what you desire, darling. Well, at least, not on your terms. One, you're not dying until Dazai decides it's time and two, it will be in the form of a double suicide. In order for that to be, you have to be on the same page as him. Don't worry though, Dazai has that all figured out. You'll eventually come around to the idea if you're initially against it. Wouldn't you rather see the experience of pure bliss on your beloved's face before you go? It's better than seeing resentment.

For now, you're obviously a danger to yourself, aren't you? It seems like you're at a point in your life where you simply have no control over it. The reins are no where to be found; hands feebly trying to grasp them. Someone else has to grab them for you. Whether you want it or not, that hole in your heart will be filled...with him. Dazai will make you see him as your reason to live. The absolute control over your life.

He smiles at the thought of it. What a lovely thing to think of. It will not remain just a thought though, as he plans to make that a reality. He will commend you, despite how foolish your efforts are, you certainly gave Dazai something interesting to work with. Things were going to be simple, but now a bump in the road is present. Even if it is a minor one. You're making things easier, but the good kind.

Challenging your perspective will be fun. Making you question what you initially believed will be a joy. Your original reason for the desire of death will change and Dazai will look forward to that. He looks forward to seeing you look at him like he's your lifeline.

"From today you’ll be the air I breathe

your breath is everything in me

The "I love you's" we tried to say

That we screwed up, but not today"

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere dazai osamu #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #yandere male #male yandere #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader

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eddiesghxst · 5 months

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HI SHAWTIES!!!!

OKAY i finally finish classes tomorrow and i want to do some holiday blurbs/mini series soooo —

AND/OR do you maybe have something else in mind that you would like to see ?? I AM ALL EARS AND I AM VERY EXCITED AND READY TO WRITE

#I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABT POF #SHE WILL BE POSTED IN THE MIDST OF THE HOLIDAY CHEER CHAOS AS WELL #I MISS WRITING IM ITCHING FOR ITTTT #OKAY OKAY LMK #rachie speaks 🫧#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie

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myreygn · 4 months

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YOUR LEE ENMU FIC WAS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS WONDERFUL

I gotta ask,,,, if you're up for it, could you write something with ler!Douma and lee!Akaza cuz I just know Douma is a master tickle monster and poor Akaza is so ticklish sosjjsjdhdbd thank u in advance *smooches on the cheek*

Cracks

summary: It's not often that there's room for fooling around and goofing off amongst Lord Muzan's elite troup, but every now and then, Douma likes to have a little fun. Every now and then, Akaza likes to indulge him.

an: this took me way too long and i'm really really sorry about that - i hope you like it anyway and you had wonderful holidays!

wordcount: 1705

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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Douma was not easily entertained. Most of the things the average person would deem exciting were prone to boring him to death and more often than not he found himself zoning out during the most random times, because he was surrounded by such a lack of stimulation that it was truly astounding all by itself.

However, there were a few things that were amusing to him. Humans could be very entertaining from time to time; desperate humans and scared humans were his favorite kind. Waterfalls, waterfalls were really pretty. Bumblebees. The sheer concept of bumblebees was hysterical. His very favorite thing in the entire world though was cracking. Cracking horrible jokes. Cracking heads. Cracking his fellow Upper Moons.

Well, not all of them. There was a huge difference between making someone crack and making someone crumble, that difference mainly being who he was working with.

For example, making Kokushibo crack wasn��t as fun as making him crumble. Kokushibo was stoic, emotionless and reserved. Seeing him explode into anger, laughter, tears, or anything of the like all of a sudden was interesting, sure, but it wasn’t fun because the buildup was too subtle to notice (even for Douma). But if you made him crumble, the slow process of Kokushibo’s walls being brought down became visible - bit by bit, brick by brick.

And then, there was the other end of the spectrum.

Douma almost felt giddy with excitement as he shuffled around in his place, watching the door with impatience. Any minute now, any minute… aha!

“Urgh, what are you doing here?” Akaza rolled his eyes the second they met Douma’s gaze, but Upper Moon Two didn’t waste any time feeling attacked by that. Within the blink of an eye he was at the shorter demon’s side, throwing an arm around his shoulders and putting his entire weight onto him. He knew Akaza could handle it, he just wanted to invade his personal space a little. Invading the personal space of others was another thing that made immortality worthwhile.

“Why, I’m here for the meeting of course. We’re both early birds today, aren’t we?”

“Do not call me that.”

Oh oh oh, Akaza was playing grumpy again. Emphasis on playing; if he were truly not in the mood for shenanigans, he would’ve pushed him away by now, or taken his head off at the very least. Douma smirked. He had a playful Akaza on his hands, what a lucky lucky day it was.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

If looks could kill… well, he’d be no more dead than before, but Akaza was certainly trying his best. Adorable.

“If you could just stop talking to me, that would be great, thanks.”

What a perfect setup. It was almost like Akaza wanted this to happen.

“Alright, let’s stop talking.”

A thing that only very very few people knew: Akaza was not immune to tomfoolery. Douma had caught him goofing around with Rui, Kaigaku and even Daki and Gyutaro several times and on rare occasions, he had even indulged in Douma’s own jabs and jokes instead of blowing up immediately.

Because blowing up, yes, that was what Akaza was known for the most amongst them, wasn’t it. And watching him blow up was charming, sure, but what Douma loved most was the thing right before the big explosion. That moment of realization when Akaza became aware of the incoming explosion and tried to stop it. The way he gave everything to not let it happen and the way it was never enough. Delicious.

Akaza flinched and his hands shot down to grab Douma’s wrists. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything, Akaza-dono.” It wasn’t even a lie. Alright, maybe he had curled his fingers into the lower ranked demon’s waist just a moment ago, but right now he wasn’t doing anything. Just resting his fingers on Akaza’s sides. And despite the vice grip on his wrists, they weren’t being pulled off. Hm-hm.

A full body spasm nearly had Upper Three slip away from him when he curled his fingers again, but Douma was very skilled in using a lot of strength and making it look like nothing. In other words, holding Akaza secure with just his fingers had the added fun bonus of infuriating him. “Douma, if you don’t stop that-”

“Stop what? You’ll need to be more specific- oh, this?” He smirked when a soft yelp slipped out of Akaza’s mouth. “Surely that’s nothing to you, Akaza-dono. I’m just stretching my hands.”

Douma carefully increased the pressure of his fingers digging into the pale flesh of his subordinate. Even though Akaza was facing away from him, his back pressed against Douma’s chest with no way to hide his trembles and flinches, Douma had a good idea what his expression looked like. He could see Akaza’s flushed neck and ears, the way he bit his cheek. And now, he just had to-

“EAH!”

Ah, yes, there it was. The crack. Akaza had such a temper, cracking him with a few cleverly, and even not so cleverly, placed comments was easy. But it also got boring very quickly and besides, this was by far the best way to make him crack.

Douma smirked to himself as he clawed on one of his very favorite spots on Akaza’s body. Stomach never disappoints… “What is it, Akaza-dono? Too ticklish?”

“YOHOU KNOW IHIT IS- DOUMAHAHAH!”

Hell yeah he knew that. Upper Two allowed himself to giggle in glee - not that Akaza could hear him with his booming laughter filling the Infinity Castle. He wrapped an arm around the smaller demon’s torso when his struggling got too intense to hold back with just his fingers and used his free hand to continue the tickling of his stomach. Delightful.

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAHAH, NAHAHAHAT- TOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Alright, alright.” Douma carefully guided the hysterical demon to the ground when his knees got weak and took a seat on his thighs to secure him, then he immediately latched his wiggling fingers onto Akaza’s ribs so he wouldn’t get a chance to recover and slip away. The reaction was instant.

“Yohohou piece ohof- nahahahah!”

“Oh but you can handle it, can’t you?” Douma grinned down at his victim’s flushed face, making sure to give the spaces in between his ribs extra attention. Once the cracking was complete, once the dam had broken, it was nearly impossible for Akaza to compose himself or hold himself back in any way.

That applied to movement as well. Douma let out a grunt when he got kneed in the back; he actually had to put in effort to hold Akaza down, that wasn’t often the case. Maybe his tickling was just especially good today. Judging by the way Akaza was howling when he moved his hands upwards to scratch at the space between his ribs and armpits, that was the case.

“Nahahahahat thehehehere! Yohou ahahahahass!”

“I don’t think you want to insult me right now.” Douma smirked and grabbed one of Akaza’s wrists, surprising him enough to pull it up and dig into his armpit. “I know thinking can be a hard thing to do for you, but that’s really not smart.”

Akaza shrieked and nearly threw Douma off with how hard he was bucking. “GEAHAHAHAH- GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT OF THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THERE, DOHOUMAHAHAHAH!”

“Man, you’re really difficult today.” Douma mock-sighed and stayed at the spot a little longer before scribbling Akaza’s stomach and quickly moved on to squeeze his hips instead when the trapped demon let out a sound close to a sob. “Not here, not there… how about here?”

The hips still had Akaza giggling like crazy, but he was not nearly as hysterical as he had been before. Douma couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look nice like this, Akaza-dono. With your face so flushed.”

The blush only intensified and Akaza even tried to hide his face - unsuccessful. “Sh-shuhuhut uhu- EEK!”

“Was that a squeak?” Douma let out an evil chuckle. “Then I guess that’s my sign.”

“Yohour sign to wha- Douma, no, nononono, do nAHAHAHAHAH- DOUMAHAHAHAHAH, FUHUHUHUCKIHING HEHEHELL!” Hysterical couldn’t even begin to describe it. Akaza threw his head back, cackling and howling and squealing all at once, even a snort breaking throw here and there; his back arched and he twisted around to try and avoid the horribly ticklish fingers scribbling over his stripes with the lightness of a feather.

Upper Two smirked - he was barely touching Akaza, yet had him in stitches anyway. He had been avoiding the tattoos, these absolute platinum tickle spots on his subordinate’s already sensitive body, as much as possible to save the best for last. And the best it truly was. He watched in awe how tears of laughter spilled down Akaza’s flushed cheeks. That meant he would soon-

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yup, there it was. Playful or not, if he started begging it meant that Akaza had truly reached his limits. Douma gave the stripe he was tormenting one last scratch, then he took his hands off and stood up, giving him some space to recover.

Being a demon and all, that recovery only took Akaza about two seconds and Douma couldn’t even react when the smaller demon jumped up and pounced on him, glaring down at him from where he was crouched on Douma’s chest. “You!”

“Me?” Upper Two didn’t let the sudden attack wash off his smile. It was a genuine smile for once - this little encounter had significantly heightened his mood and despite the scowl on Akaza’s face, he could tell he felt the same.

The sound of Nakime’s biwa in the distance and the following bickering of two voices from next door notified them of the arrival of Daki and Gyutaro and Akaza seemed to consider his next move for a moment, then he snarled and got up. “I’ll get you back, jerk.”

Douma only grinned at the threat and sat up when the siblings entered the room so as to not tip them off that something unusual had happened. If he was feeling a little excited at the prospect of more goofing around with Akaza, that was their business alone, and if he caught Akaza cracking a smile as he turned away, no one needed to know.

#rey writes #tword fic #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny fic #upper moons #douma #akaza #ler!douma #lee!akaza #ticklish!akaza #this is my first time writing lee akaza can yall believe it #it lowkey terrifies me that demon slayer is all i ever talk about and i have like. five fics on it.#we oughta change that

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farolero-posting · 6 months

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Clover-covered journal

(Click here to read on AO3)

Morning

One of the habits I never quite got used to was the Glenfolk's morning activities.

During my first visit I met a young man. A smith with a passion for making bells and other delicate objects, named Rachis. He invited me to the home he shared with his friends.

We talked for hours, getting to know each other better.

I... wasn't expecting to wake up to what I can only describe as crowing, coming from Rachis. He called it "being a good host". Strange waking method as that was, I am grateful to see the morning sun over green fields.

#oneshot game #my writing #fic #drabble #clover-covered journal #the author #oneshot the author #yes im open for requests #yes this is 100 words long #rachis #glen #fran are you okay? yes. im normal. i have a normal amount of projects in this fandom

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rachi-roo · 5 months

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Fellas! I am seeking your assistance!!!!

I want to upload my story, but I don't want to do it here. What's the best platform to use that's specifically for writers and readers? (´ﾟωﾟ｀) Am not good with the technology stuff XD

I've heard of A03 and wattpad? Buuuut I've no clue which is better or which is more for serious writing?

Really appreciate the help!!!

#rachi roo #original story #story writing #A03?#watpadd?

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otomiyaa · 6 months

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Re: 💌

Finally getting to respond to those who were so kind to me in messages, comments, and reblogs in the past week! @otomiya-tickles was a blog with mainly tickle fics, but you guys definitely made it feel like there was more to it :)

I piled all my answers into one big post and will treasure them for as long as Tumblr decides to keep me online this time 🤭

@lovelymessybubbly: Ahhh I remember sending that ask long ago and always wondered if you received it. I still think the timing (of my leave and your return) is ridiculous hehehe, but I'm also glad to stick around and to see you back! I hope the hiatus has been good^^

@dokidoki-muffin: absolutely honored to have inspired you and not only that, I think you're a great friend and I love our chats and our recent collab had me filled with joy^^ !! 🧁

@fluffandgiggles: I love your blog, the fics you write and the fandoms you choose and your kind personality, I'm glad you got to go from anon to your own blog and hope you can have fun with it for as long as you like to!

@skayleay: Sending love back to you, thank youu*w*

@beth-bethar00: Thank you 🥺

@tiredleekaz: Your message made me giggle hehe thank you for the support for the x amount of years, I also realized how easy it is to lose count when I think of all my different 'tumblr eras' 😂

@lilliee0: Sorry you had to find out this way hehe, and thank you! My account is in a good place *dramatic music plays* (no it's actually not lmao)

@rachi-roo: The Real OG 😳 I'm not sure I can accept that compliment but I thank you for it!! :3

@blobbirobbi: Sending love right back, also your tickle stories are always welcome hohoho

Anon #1: Heheh right! I know I"ve once said that even if I would quit my blog, I would never deactivate voluntarily (and definitely not without announcement) so it would have to be Tumblr to take care of that. To think that actually happened :). Hope you have a lovely day too!

Anon #2: Ahh I'm glad I could help introducing you to the tk community! Thank you for enjoying my fics, all the best to you too!^^

@infrequent-creator: Don't miss me yet, I won't be gone entirely :) I'll be here, and I'll be loud. Just my fic production will come to an indefinite stop, or break. Who knows.

@yourgigglebugmaya: Ahhh that flatters me! Thank you so much^^

@shyanon01: Thank you for the sweet message!

@hakurei-k: Hahaha! Well I'm still here too and ready to adore Solomon together.

@dirtpie39: I had to google that lololol ('sike'). Thank you for re-following^^

@sunstone-smiles: T-T thank you a lot!!

@moongeonight: 4 years ago!! ahhh I'm happy to hear it and hope you're still having fun! :D

@shy-lee-chu: Love you sweetie, I won't write many new fics so hope you won't be bored by me ;)

@eliankrios: Elian, I'm definitely okay thank you! I'll be mainly here to eat up the content you post ^^

@flames-tstuff: I DON'T DESERVE YOU! ❤️❤️ Hehe answering all these messages to me feels like an entire ceremony already 🙈 And thank youuu, those 13k posts and 7k followers were from a total of 7 years of active fic writing on Tumblr though for a ton of various fandoms, I don't deserve too much credit for it ^^

@kusuguricafe: Thank you for staying with me too 😘

@crazy-as-a-jaybird: *hug* thank youuuu T-T

@ticklystuff: Thank you so much, will do!! I am reviving my animal crossing island (inspired by you and sezzie🤭)

@fantasizes-tickles-daily: I read about so many heartattacks and feel so sorry hehe, thank you for finding me again and for supporting my new one!^^ I can't believe I even considered not making a new blog. Your blog alone gives me the serotonin I need.

@intheticklecloset: Thank you for the kind words and support!! T-T I look forward to enjoying the community from the sideline hehe:)

@ppystkposts: All these from anon to blogger stories make me kick my feet in delight! It's a chain reaction, I'm sure you will inspire others to start their blog as well. Your art and kindness most surely will do that^^ thank you for the support!

@giggly-squiggily: waaa that's so sweet, thank youuuu!*0* I'll remember it!^^

@fanfic-chan: Ahhhh thank youu:D I used to call my blog my happy place and am more than happy to turn this one into that as well. Thank you for your message!

@tickle-panile, @kiwithelee, @ticklish-sidekick, @mai-mei thank you for your concern*w*!

Special thanks to @lovelynim and @wertzunge for their instant share of my update, to @ticklygiggles for dealing with the questions about my absence, even the nasty ones. Sigh, I don't like they were rude to you! ah and also, it was Mia's message I woke up to when my blog was gone x) Never forget.

....and also ofc special speciaaaaal thanks to everyone else who reached out in DMs (I hope I answered you by now but will check soon), and to my dear friends on discord 😘

even though tumblr makes it look like my blog never existed, my evil spirit will live on and I'll keep being annoying 🤣

If I forgot anyone's message I deeply apologize ToT !!!!

#<333 #otomiya-tickles

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