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mushiewrites · 1 year

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Round One

so.........day 6 anyone? I must admit this is hella self indulgent, and it's very very VERY intense. (Warnings will be listed below!) This honestly might be my favorite fic I've written for this week, and definitely one of my all time favorite fics I've written ever, so if you are able to read this, I really hope you love it like I do 🥺 (also, remember to use the # "mushies lee!George week" if you participate! thank u!)

day 6 - intense tks / prompts found here!

(lee!George / ler!Dream / ler!Sapnap : 3.8K words)

this fic contains restraints, blindfolds, oil, tools, feet tks + (like the prompt for day 6 suggests) intense tks

Dream watched as a bead of sweat fell down the side of George’s left cheek from his hairline, noticing the quick rise and fall of the smaller boy’s chest as he took in quick breaths of air. He was clearly worried he wouldn’t have enough time to fill up his lungs before the blonde started up again. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face was a deep red. His lips - which were shades of purple from biting down on them so hard - were still parted slightly, with quiet giggles still flowing as steadily as they were moments ago. George sat with his back leaning against the headboard of his own bed, arms out to either side and tied tightly to the bed posts to prevent him from lowering them. His white T-shirt that he had started out the day in had been long forgotten on the floor, having opted to leave his bare torso open for maximum tickles. He was left in black sweatpants and black socks to match, toes curling every time that the boy felt the electric current of leftover tickles through his body.

It truly was a sight to see.

“Color?” Dream asked quietly from his place on George’s thighs, lifting his right arm and using the back of his hand to stroke the elder’s cheek softly. This earned him a small whine followed by a pitiful cough, but George was still smiling regardless.

“Green.”

“Perfect,” Dream felt himself relax at the confirmation, looking to his right at the items he had lined on the blankets beside his own leg. He picked up a long black cloth, a blindfold, and held it up in front of George’s face. “Do you wanna try this now?”

The brunette opened his eyes, blinking a few times to clear away the lingering tears from when Dream had been drilling into his upper ribs. He shuddered at the memory and shuddered once more when he realized what Dream was holding. He swallowed thickly and nodded his head slowly, refusing to meet the green eyes that were boring into him.

“I’m gonna need a verbal confirmation, angel.”

The pet name sent another round of butterflies to his stomach, squirming his hips slightly to try and tame them as he cleared his throat to answer.

“Yes, please.”

“Good boy, Georgie.” Dream giggled as the Brit let out another whine, leaning forward and holding the blindfold with both hands to move it into position. George followed Dream’s instructions, leaning forward when he was told and closing his eyes so that the blonde could adjust and tie the blindfold just right, so it wouldn’t budge with all of the thrashing the smaller boy would surely be doing.

“There we go.” George felt the weight shift from the top of his thighs to the middle of his thighs, recognizing Dream sitting back and allowing himself to drop back against the headboard. He squealed when he felt a finger wiggle on his lower tummy, tilting his head to the side and raising his shoulder to his ear when the giggles started up again.

“God, you’re just so damn cute, George. What am I gonna do with you?” Dream smiled gently as the color in George’s cheeks deepened, knowing the comment got to him more than he had intended it to.

“T-tickle me?”

Dream swore he was going to pass out right there and then. He had never seen George act so incredibly adorable and pliable in his hands before. The blonde nodded, fully aware that the other couldn’t see him but felt the need to do so anyway. A pleased giggle escaped Dream as he allowed his free hand to join in on the gentle tickles on George’s lower tummy, making the older boy yank at his restraints as his laughter grew in volume.

“Of course I’m going to tickle you! You’re too adorable to be left alone, anyway,” The blonde turned his attention back to the arsenal of tools on the bed, a pointed paint brush catching his eye and turning his smile into a wide grin. “Besides, I have sooo many toys to play with. And you’re just my little tickle toy for today, aren’t you, baby?”

“I- Dreheheam, come on, plehehease!” George lifted his head and turned to the direction of the younger boy’s voice, trying to speak directly to him. He was caught off guard and let out a cackle as Dream switched from gently tickling his lower tummy to digging his hands along his overly sensitive rib cage, smiling at the reaction it got him and continuing as he spoke.

“I said, aren’t you?” Dream leaned his body forward, purring into George’s ear as he continued to rake his fingers up and down the boney ribs before him. He made sure to press between every rib he passed, vibrating his hands with a little more force than usual to drive the point home. George cracked instantly.

“YEHEHES OKAY! I'M YOUR TI-TIHIHICKLE TOY! P-PLEHEHEASE, STOHOHOP!”

Dream let his fingers flutter to a stop, flattening his palms and rubbing them over George’s ribs once before removing them completely. Normally Dream was quick to help relieve George of the lingering tickles, but today was different. Today he wanted George to feel every single tiny ticklish feeling he could produce, just because he could.

The brunette continued to giggle, blissfully unaware that Dream was currently holding the tickly paint brush between his pointer and middle finger, spinning it slowly and admiring the small, thin bristles that he knew would drive George insane. The blonde reached for the bottle of oil on the bedside table, popping the cap as quietly as he could, but gaining the other’s attention anyway.

“Nonono, no please, Dream don’t! I….I can’t handle that, you know that!” George shook his head frantically, pulling at his arms as much as he could, knowing exactly what Dream planned on doing. Seconds later, his theory was proved to be correct as he felt gentle fingers rubbing the oil under his arms in agonizingly slow circles, tickling him in the best way and making George scream out.

“I do know that. But do you wanna know something, George?” Dream asked, unsure if the brunette could even hear his question over the intensity of his own laughter. George shook his head as the circles continued, squealing when Dream switched from using the pads of his fingers to his nails. “I don’t fucking care.”

Not a second later, George felt an extremely tickly sensation under his left arm, causing him to jolt to the right and yelp before bursting into bright giggles.

“Dreheheam! W-Whahat is that?!”

“It’s just a little paint brush, baby, what’s wrong?” Dream teased, giggling as he used the brush to draw tiny circles into the oil that was still covering the area. George thrashed to the side, pulling at his left arm and laughing harder as Dream began to focus on the outer parts of his armpit. The brunette twisted his body the best he could to try and block the tickles, grunting in frustration when Dream used his pointer finger under his right arm to make him twist back to the beginning position.

“Can’t take a little brush like this? How are you gonna handle anything else I have planned for you?” He continued to twirl the paint brush all over the sensitive skin, deciding to switch it over to his right hand to begin using it under that arm as well. George let his head drop forward in defeat, giggling his head off while Dream continued to take him apart with the gentlest of tickles.

“Alright alright, I know how sensitive you are here so I’ll give you a break,” The younger boy giggled when George let out a sigh of relief as Dream removed his hand and the brush from under his arms, smirking as he placed the brush down on the bed and flexed his fingers. “But that means I need a new spot.”

George flung his head up in Dream’s direction and he could see the desperation in the way George furrowed his eyebrows beneath the blindfold, making Dream wiggle his fingers as he hovered his finger over the helpless body before him.

“Well, you don’t need a-“

“Here seems good!”

“What? Where- DrEHEHEAM!” He kicked out as best he could as Dream’s thumbs found the dips of his hips, digging in roughly and making him scream. George tried to buck his hips up, but all he succeeded in doing was arching his back forward and giving the blonde more access to his hip bones.

“See! I told you it was a good spot!” Dream giggled happily, continuing to push his thumbs into the bones and drilling in every few seconds with as much pressure as he could. He slowly moved his fingers up, squeezing at the fleshy muscle directly above the bones and smirked when George let out a blood-curdling screech in response.

“Geez, another good spot! I’m just hitting the jackpot today, aren’t I, baby?” George scrunched his nose up at that, shaking his head wildly in disagreement.

“You alreheheady know thehehem!”

Dream giggled harder at the accusation, shrugging his shoulders to himself as he continued to scribble into the soft skin.

“I do! And do you know what’s an even better spot?”

“N-nohohoho?!”

“Here!” George was thrown into cackles as Dream slotted his thumbs into the highly sensitive area between his hips and thighs, rubbing into the muscle there and causing George to spasm and jerk every which way.

“Oh FUHUHUCK, P-PLEHEHEASE! GEHEHET OFF!” George bucked his hips up as much as he could, but it got him nowhere. Dream was sat perfectly balanced on his thighs, continuing to press quick circles into the crease and sending George into a cycle of thrashing, screaming and wailing.

Through his hysterics, he heard a knock at the door, making him turn his head quickly towards the sound as if he’d suddenly be able to see through the black cloth covering his face.

“Am I too late?” The familiar voice bounced off the walls of the room, accompanying his laughter in the smallest of ways. Dream giggled and shook his head, motioning for Sapnap to enter. George heard the door shut and his laughter increased with the knowledge that they were no longer alone.

“Whahahat do you mean ‘too lahahate’?!” George exclaimed, throwing his head back and forth to try and fling the blindfold from his head. When this didn’t work, he scrunched his shoulders up and rubbed the side of his head along them, praying that the cloth would catch his bare skin due to the sweat, but found that it was impossible with the way Dream had secured it around his head.

“Well I couldn’t completely tear you down by myself, now, could I? So I may have called in some…reinforcements.” Dream explained, running his nails over the tops of George’s thighs while he spoke to allow his laughter to calm down a little more.

“W-Why?! I- That’s…that’s cheating!” George felt the bed dip to the left of him, wincing and jerking his body away when cold fingers trailed down from his wrist to his triceps, wiggling and making him burst into giggles once again.

“Is it cheating if you asked to be taken apart, kitten?” Sapnap chimed in closer to his ear than expected, giggling harder when the younger boy began to drag his beard over the shell of his ear. As much as George twisted and thrashed his head, Sapnap followed his every move, giggling along with him and continuing to tickle him with his facial hair.

“I- I didn’t! I-” George’s protest was cut off with a firm hand over his mouth, muffling his complaints and making him grunt in retaliation.

“Don’t even try it, Georgie. We both know you begged Dream for this. You just love being a silly little tickle toy, don’t you sweetheart?”

Sapnap received a longer whine in response, sending the two younger boys into a fit of giggles as George’s cheeks turned a deeper red. He shook his head from side to side, trying to dislodge Sapnap’s hand but getting absolutely nowhere.

“He does. And he’s just so ticklish, you know? He can’t help it.” Dream added, causing George to scream out behind Sapnap’s hand in flustered frustration, trying to block out their words with his yelling but proving to only egg them on further.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, we know you love it. Don’t even try to deny it. We’ll give you exactly what you want, don’t worry.” Sapnap lifted his hand from George’s mouth, moving to tickle over his tricep again to make him laugh before he could continue to complain.

“Sap, help me for a second?” George’s triceps were finally abandoned, giving him some much needed time to take in deep breaths as Dream adjusted himself further down George’s legs, settling over his calves. He attempted to kick, trying to cause Dream to lose his balance, but this seemed to be a terrible idea as a set of small hands began to squeeze rapidly at his inner thighs. He shrieked at the surprise movement, throwing his head back and almost smacking it into the wall before falling into loud cackles and squeals.

“Here, get under his thighs for misbehaving.” Before George could think to protest, Dream lifted up onto his knees and took George’s calves with him, lifting both his legs off the bed and giving Sapnap unlimited access to the expanse over the back of George’s thighs. As soon as the wiggly fingers touched down over the upper parts, George screamed like his life was in danger. Sapnap continued to squeeze up and down the backs of his thighs, focusing on the area at the tops of them just to hear George wail.

“I-I’M SOHOHORRY! I- FUHUHUCK, PLEASE, I CAHAHAN’T HANDLE IT!”

“Promise not to try and kick us again?” Dream’s voice sounded farther away than he had anticipated him to be but didn’t pay it any mind, only focusing on getting the unbearable tickles to stop before he actually couldn’t handle anymore.

“Yehehes YES! I prohohomise!” George wasn’t ready for this to be over, Dream knew that, and so he tapped Sapnap’s arm a few times to give him the signal to slow down. Dream gently placed his legs back down onto the bed, not bothering to rub out the ghost tickles and forcing George to sit with the tingles shooting throughout his legs. The brunette whined at that, trying to rub his thighs against the blankets but failing to do so as Dream settled his weight back onto George’s calves.

“Alright, now we can move on to what most likely will be the grand finale…” Dream spoke with a mischievous tone, sending a chill down George’s spine. He felt a hand wrap around his left ankle and the realization finally sunk in that Dream had adjusted himself to face his feet. He immediately broke out into panicked giggles, scrunching his toes and using his feet to try and cover the other in an attempt to save himself from the tickles. This was pointless though as the two just gripped an ankle each, pulling them apart slightly to make sure that one couldn’t protect the other.

A loud whirring noise sounded throughout the room, sending George into another panic as he yanked at his arms with all the strength he could muster up.

“What the fuhuhck is thahat?!”

“You don’t recognize your good friend? The electric toothbrush?” George could hear the smirk in Dream’s tease, feeling goosebumps expanding over his skin and visibly shivering when Sapnap leaned forward and held the toothbrush next to his ear. He then dusted the electric toothbrush over George’s collarbone and up the side of his neck, causing him to fling himself back against the headboard with a thud.

“F-Fuhuhuck you!” George spat, immediately biting his bottom lip as he realized his mistake. It was silent for a few seconds before he burst into loud giggles, feeling fingers fluttering over both of his arches.

“Oh?” He heard Sapnap question as the electric toothbrush disappeared from his neck and felt the bed dip, letting him know where the younger boy was headed.

“Nahahaha no! I’m- I’m sorry!” He pleaded with his two best friends for his stupid mistake, praying they’d listen, or at the least, feel bad for him.

“Too late, Georgie. You’re fucked now.” Sapnap responded from what sounded like the end of the bed, feeling a new wave of panic spread throughout his body when he felt two large hands gripping his foot, grabbing at his toes and causing him to shriek. He felt his left sock slowly slide off, sending him into a panic.

“Care to do the honors?”

“I’d love nothing more, Dreamie.”

“Sahahap- Sapnap, don’t you dare- NAHAHAHA FUCK! NONONOHO!”

Dream continued to hold George’s left foot as steady as he could, pulling his toes back and trying to spread them out as much as possible as Sapnap guided the electric toothbrush between each one with precision. The youngest boy made sure to pay extra attention to the spot between his third and fourth toe, having much experience with the spot and knowing just how torturous it could be for the squealing man in front of him.

“Jesus, George, you’re so fucking ticklish, huh?” Sapnap commented, making the elder whine through his hysterics as he attempted to buck Dream off of his calves. However, Dream didn’t budge, and Sapnap only intensified the tickles by tracing his nails over the ball of his foot, holding the toothbrush down with a little more pressure to make him howl.

“Don’t forget the other one, Sap!” Dream mentioned as if he were speaking about anything other than tormenting the life out of George, giggling quietly as he switched to hold back the toes on George’s right foot, yanking off the sock and throwing it across the room before doing so.

George couldn’t see what was happening due to the blindfold holding strongly, but let out a gasp through his giggles when he heard the familiar sound of the cap opening once more. He pleaded with the two to not use the oil, begging to be let go, but his pleas fell on deaf ears and he felt the cold liquid drip onto his right foot. He was instantly thrown into cackles as he felt fingers dance over his arches, focusing on the spot right under the ball of his foot that he knew the others were aware drove him mad.

“NAHAHA- PLEHEHEASE PLEASE! SAHAHAPNAHAHAP!”

“Sorry, Georgie, I can’t understand you through your giggles! Can you try again?” Sapnap teased, taking the opportunity to shove his fingers just below George’s toes as soon as he attempted to speak again, sending the older boy into a frenzy of panicked wails and squeals. He tried with all his might to curl his toes, to push out Sapnap’s tickling fingers the best he could, but it was no use. Sapnap held onto the top of his foot tightly with one hand, pressing along with Dream’s hold to make sure his fingers stayed put under his extremely ticklish toes.

“I think we’re gonna kill him.” Dream stated as he turned his head to watch George writhe in his restraints from side to side, seeing how hard he was yanking and how wet the cloth over his eyes seemed to be. The blonde let go of his foot, allowing Sapnap to torment his arches for a few more seconds before reaching for George’s left foot, which was thrashing as much as it could with the weight of Dream on his legs holding it down.

Dream gripped the squirmy foot between his hands tightly, using the right one to tickle over the tops of his foot while the left one focused on the soles, flinging George into a whole new wave of hysterics. He kicked and twitched his foot as much as he could, but Dream’s grip never wavered. He had no choice but to sit back and take whatever torture the two wanted him to endure, the safeword stuck on the tip of his tongue but not quite ready to be heard.

“DREHEHEHEAM!” George squealed out as Dream’s fingers found the tops of his toes, using his nails to trace over the digits as they scrunched and wiggled as much as they were able to. Dream and Sapnap both laughed at the reaction, Sapnap switching to shove his fingers between all of George’s toes before using his free hand to trace over the tops of the toes he was tormenting as well. That was the final push over the threshold for George, causing him to scream out his safeword as loud as he possibly could.

“R-REHEHED! RED, REHEHED RED RED!”

At the first mention of the word, the two were quick to stop the tickling, holding onto each foot tightly and rubbing away the tickly feelings as much as possible. George continued his cackling, twisting his feet in an attempt to yank them away from the hands trying to comfort them.

“It’s okay, angel, we’re done tickling. We’re done, I promise.” Dream slid off of George’s calves, moving up to kneel by his right side while Sapnap followed his movements and situated himself to George’s left.

“How was that, hm?” Sapnap spoke softly, rubbing a hand over the brunette’s thigh and smiling gently at him as Dream reached forward to remove the blindfold. George opened his eyes slowly once the cloth was off, blinking a few times to rid them of the tears that were clouding his vision and squinting as he got used to the light. When he was finally able to open them fully, he looked between the two bashfully, embarrassed at the position he was in but loving every second.

“Ohoho my Gohohod. That was so…”

“Yeah? Was it good, baby? Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeheheheah…”

“I’m glad, Georgie.”

The giggles showed no signs of stopping as George continued to feel the ghost tickles lingering. He was smiling wide, letting his head lull to the side with his eyes closed comfortably; he was entirely blissed out from the tickling he had just endured and wasn’t sure he would ever come down from this high. Sapnap ran a hand through his tangled hair, chuckling when he hit knots instantly from how matted it was from all the thrashing the older boy had done. Dream giggled along with the two, making a move to untie George’s right wrist with Sapnap mirroring him and undoing the left.

After the two had untied him, rubbing his wrists and soothing them in the best way they could with their soft touches, George allowed himself to relax, slipping down and laying against the blankets below him. After a few moments of silence, he smiled up at his best friends, turning a bright shade of red before clearing his throat to speak.

“So uh…round two, anyone?”

(you can find this fic on ao3 here!)

#lee!george #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #i think i am a little bit in love with this #i worked really hard to get all of my thoughts out #turns out i had too many #but theres always room for round two right???#i really hope you enjoy! im kind of really proud and happy with the way this one turned out #mushies lee!george week #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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sadmages · 8 months

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In my mind palace my tav and Astarion are playing the exact same game of 5D chess and they don't realize it yet

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 tav #my art #gabby plays bg3 #shadowheart #and #lae'zel #are also here #anyway tag ramble time just got the romance scene where you can hug him and on my knees.....this guy.....#astarion: hey i was kinda sleeping with you to save my ass but turns out im feeling real emotions now #matt marja: wtf. me too. this is so embarrassing for both of us we're idiots [tenderly hold hands]#i thought up matt for a campaign we may or may not play last year and deciding to play him in bg3 because i thought it would be funny #to put him against this guy who seemingly has many of his same issues. Best idea i've ever had. the emotional catharsis im experiencing #matt marja

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 days

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Danse Macabre

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#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #marcille donato #winged lion #better drawn mdzs #<- art tag I really need to change.#Turns out the secret to drawing better was having someone offer you money to draw.#I jest. I just had a blast with this prompt and I seriously appreciate the commissioner for letting me have the chance to push myself.#And for giving me permission to post! Hi! If you're seeing this: thank you again!#Let me be clear: no I don't quite know where this came from. It just happened. My chakras unblocked for a few hours.#You too can unblock my chakras with money and commission me to draw cool art B*)#We are so far off from when this is relevant so this one is really just for the manga readers. *****Spoiler notes ahead:#So...As someone who read dungeon meshi monthly for many years....I admit to not seeing Marcille becoming the dungeon lord coming #Hilarious too; re-reading and watching the show made me realize that this outcome is pretty strongly foreshadowed.#Ryoko Kui distracts you by putting the focus on Laios being the 'one to break the curse' but nope!#This was the culmination of her goals and desires.#And - for those who did not have to suffer as us monthly readers did:#YES. WE NEARLY ALL THOUGHT THAT MARCILLE HAD TO DIE.#The last 20 or so chapters were a constant spiral of: 'Oh this story isn't going to have a happy ending is it?'#She just keeps losing herself! The winged lion plays her like a puppet and she is his perfect doll! So full of conviction!

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kiwikiwiandkiwi · 10 months

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HARRY BEING HARRY ON TOUR — Love on Tour: UK + Europe Leg, 2023

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baeshijima · 1 month

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mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seems from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

#what was initially a teehee shower thought became an ueue scenario #this was going somewhere and and then it got longer and longer and then took a severely angsty turn wtf #originally was going to keep this on the blog but then i cried at the end and decided it had to be let free <//3 #im sorry blade i love u i really do but that just means i need to put u through the emotional wringer haha... ha... a....#oh and also blade is kafkas bodyguard bc she promised to help find a way to cure him of his curse #(<- the mara/immortality equivalent wow we love unneeded lore !)#and yeah. this is me saying i have too many ideas and aus and idk what to do with myself so im blurting them out here #this is yet another cry for help 🥹#sophie talks : concepts <3 #blade x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade x you #honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #honkai star rail imagines #hsr imagines

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coquelicoq · 1 year

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if you're wondering what the big deal is about the louis-philippe sentence in les misérables, it is, in the original french, 760 words long. the subject of the sentence doesn't appear until 95% of the way through, at word #711; the main verb is word #712. the sentence contains 91 commas and 49 semicolons and is almost entirely a list of laudatory adjectival phrases describing the erstwhile king of france. this is perhaps especially notable because les mis is, shall we say, not known for being particularly gung-ho about the monarchy.

this sentence copied and pasted into Word takes up more than one page single-spaced. in the 1800-page folio classique edition, it is fully two and a half of those 1800 pages. that means that les mis is 0.14% this single sentence. more of les mis is made up of this sentence than earth's atmosphere is made up of carbon dioxide (0.04%). if the page count of les mis stayed the same but every sentence was the length of this one, les mis would consist of only 720 sentences total.

incidentally, guess who named hugo a peer of france 17 years before the publication of les mis?

#he also goes on for another six pages after this but by then he has remembered the existence of the full stop #the endnotes say that hugo 'se devait de faire [ce portrait] aussi favorable que possible à la personnalité de l'homme #qui avait favorisé sa carrière' (had to make this portrait as favorable as possible to the character of the man who had favored his career)#in fairness to hugo it's not like louis-philippe was alive to read this. so he wasn't just sucking up to get something out of it #he says at the end of the chapter that this description is 'entirely disinterested'. which like on the one hand i get #bc like i said louis-philippe was not in power and reading this. but otoh victor 'ancien pair de france' hugo u r not exactly unbiased. lol #les mis #lm 4.1.3 #i just looked up the english translation and gasp! hapgood turned it into four separate sentences!!!!#so i think y'all who are reading it via les mis letters (which uses hapgood i think?) are gonna miss out on the full experience :/#my posts #linked to #syntax #idk if i got this across but the worst part is that the subject of the sentence - the beginning of the independent clause -#doesn't occur until the very end. so for the first 95% of the sentence you're just waiting for the bass to drop!!!#like reading it out loud you have to raise your pitch at the end of every dependent clause because you haven't gotten to the subject yet #AND THERE ARE SO MANY CLAUSES!! 49 SEMICOLONS PEOPLE!!! FORTY-NINE!!!!#victor hugo would be TERRIBLE as a hype man. he would take so long that the crowd would tear him to pieces with their fingernails #before louis-philippe could come out on stage. and then they'd be so mad at louis-philippe for inspiring him that they'd tear LP apart too #actually i think i'm using hype man wrong. i'm thinking of the guy that gets the crowd hyped up for the main guy before the main guy #makes an appearance. a hype man is the guy who makes interjections during a song. victor hugo would be bad at both of these #like just imagine the announcer at the beginning of a basketball game. and now...your starting lineup...at power forward...#and then he just says the 760-word louis-philippe sentence.#dead. murdered at the hands of the fans. microphone shoved down his trachea.

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fossilizedhysterics · 1 month

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guess who finished tlok tonight and immediately had this come to him in a vision!!!!

#i. really like tlok. like a lot #i understand why people dont like it #and i can accept that OBJECTIVELY its not that great #but i had a fantastic time with it #anyways yeah. gay people #tbh. would not call zhu li and varrick normal. most queer straight couple on the planet.#hes a gay man. shes a lesbian. theyre in love. do you get it.#i dont have that many thoughts abt wuko. i really really like it though.#wu is like the webkinz milk cat to me. i need to throw him against a wall really hard.#and of course. korrasami. what is there to even say there #one thing i will say is before watching it i TOTALLY thought asami was a fire bender and also evil #like i kept thinking “yep this is when she turns evil and then theres enemies to lovers” but nope #not a bender or evil and honestly im glad #she totally wouldve been justified in becoming evil though. i sure wouldve #love her.so much #korra too ofc #i have SO MANY more thoughts but im gonna run out of space #last thing i will say is i am a guy who will just always prefer media i can criticize #love atla. but theres nothing there for me to really sink my teeth into or like bitch about #i love it when media is KIND OF BAD and i can RANT ANGRILLY about it #the legend of korra #tlok #legend of korra #korrasami #wuko #zhurrick #korra #asami sato #mako tlok #prince wu

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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So I am rotating the batfamily, but not like, civilian or vigilante. I am slowly rotating them all having a Malone-sona of sorts that is their in to organized crime.

Like you can't tell me people wouldn't start noticing this family that the bats, the literal cryptids and monsters of Gotham, don't even touch and lets continue to operate despite taking the older crime families apart.

And to Gotham that screams power.

Alfred = Albert “Old Al” Malone I wanna say that he doesn't go out as 'Old Al' often, but gives off Godfather sort of vibes. Usually sitting there with an old cane (that definitely has a sword, they're all dramatic like that lol) half in the dark with a cup of tea or other drink. He gets to stretch his acting skills and honestly the kids definitely had a say in the persona. Old Al is something they all made together and they have fun implying so much fun shit.

Kate = Mary “Madam” Malone She definitely gives off 'snap your spine over her knee if not for the fact it would get your blood all over her clothes' vibes. Stylized nails, hair up in fishtail braids or ponytails or whatever, looks like she could tear out ones throat and they'd thank her. It's a running gag that she's in finances, even if no one in the underbelly believes it.

Bruce = “Matches” Malone I mean, it's classic Matches (though most probably assume that Matches isn't his real name) who seems rather chill until someone breaks the rules. Gives off vibes that he doesn't usually get his own hands dirty but will do so to make a point, and enjoy doing it. He sometimes uses Matches to check in on places he can't as a shadowy cryptid, and it's not like the lower income areas would fully trust Brucie Wayne.

Barbara = Madison “Maddie” Malone Now let's be honest, Barbara enjoys messing with people, she enjoys knowing every little thing as Oracle, and she definitely does that as Maddie. The thing is, no one knows how she learns about things, other criminals search for a traitor, for a leak, for anything, and get nothing. Which is utterly terrifying. Because there has to be some sort of information network, there has to be. And somehow they're so good that they're indistinguishable to any others.

Dick = Micheal “Mikey” Malone Honestly Dick uses this chance to get into a bunch of fights just for fun. Flirts a bit more freely but doesn't really have an interest in actually getting with someone. Just has funs and is known for throwing his own parties that usually end in free-for-all brawls. He absolutely loves being able to have parties that are the opposite of galas he's usually dragged into.

Cass = Molly Malone She's quiet and graceful, but she takes it to unnerving levels as Molly. Looks slim but carries guns on her at all time to better differentiate between Cassandra Wayne, Black Bat, and Molly Malone. Everyone knows if you need a weapon, guns, meelee, whatever, she's the one you go to. Gotham help you if you cross her though.

Jason = Peter “Petey” Malone Where Molly Malone goes, everyone knows Petey will be there as well. Jason absolutely adores the time he gets to do so, it's his turn to be silent and dramatic. Everyone can recognize the jagged scar over his neck, they can recognize it from corpses the Bats have gotten their talons on. Honestly he's delighted in being able to be Cass' enforcer of sorts and just have a good fight. Even if he complains about how making his Malone mute makes it where he can't quote Shakespeare like he wants to.

Steph = “Mia” Malone Ah yes, the explosive Malone. The one who has more arson charges than Firefly. Or at least she would if she was caught, but the entire Underbelly knows it was her. Steph is living her best life being able to pull all sorts of pranks and crazy shit and takes several ideas from Harley. Honestly she probably smells like gasoline or smoke all the time, and definitely put glitter in her hair. Maybe even has red hair as a Malone as well.

Tim = Alvin “Al” Malone He still goes by Alvin Draper too, which results in half the underbelly thinking that Draper is his middle name. Honestly he's having the best time, everyone knows to come to him for forgeries and less than legal identities, which he loves to create. I mean just look at how many new identities he creates for himself alone. He enjoys this type of thing, and hey, it's so easy to keep track of whose identity is fake when you're the one who made them. Plus it also lets him do good for those on the run for good reasons, a way to make sure people are safe.

Duke = Dennis “Denny” Malone Everyone knows Denny was adopted, but y'know what, I bet they don't care. And you know Duke is utterly insane, like jump off a bridge to escape the cops and create the We are Robin gang insane. And he gets to play that up as Denny. He will put forth the most batshit ideas and actually pull them off. I bet he uses his future-sight to cheat at different games and pool tables and all sorts of things, but no one can ever prove it. Because there is no proof, and the other people playing just has to deal with it.

Damian = “Mini M” Malone The little baby of the family, who everyone knows the older Malones absolutely dote over. This is his chance to act like an actual child, just with a hint of art theft. Hey, it wasn't like they got it legally either, so it's free game, especially if they weren't taking proper care of the art or a pet. He's just pleased to get to have even more pets, and that Goliath his demon dragon-bat gets to go on walkies.

Jarro = Jadan “Lil J” Malone Now Jarro is delighted to have a third mech, and is even more delighted for people to believe Damian (or technically M jr) and him are twins. Gives off someone is going to die- of fun with Mini M, and honestly enjoys being able to use his natural telepathy to be a small horror movie child that knows too much. Like will stare up at someone with wide eyes covered in blood and the others in Gotham's underbelly still aren't sure if the blood was his or someone elses. (it was neither)

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Honestly I might write a oneshot or something for the Cryptid Batfam focusing on just them as the Malones family.

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