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Nine Lines, Nine People Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @thecomfywriter (here)! I'll go with a snippet from Scrapyard Boys for this one! <3

Rules: Post 9 lines of your WIP, then tag 9 people to do the same.

"I'll fucking kill you when I get out of here," Valen rasped through bloodied teeth, before laughing bitterly, "If it wasn't for these stupid cuffs," He tugged against the metal digging into his skin, though knowing it was in vain, "I'd have fried your ass to a crisp by now, fucker." 

Jake looked down at him with a cocky smirk, shaking off his closed fist a couple of times, "I'll give it to you, kid, you've got some moxie," He chuckled, before grabbing a handful of the other's long, curly hair, and pulling him upwards. 

Valen groaned, biting down on his own lip to hold back a yelp of pain, gasping but still glaring up at the man. 

"Your little gang took something from me, last night, when I caught you sneaking around" The older man purred, "I want it back. It's a simple trade - you tell me where the asset you stole from me is, and maybe," He gave Valen's hair a sharp tug, drawing an whimper out of him "I can consider taking it easy on you and your delinquent friends."

Jake paused, waiting for an answer from the young mutant with a cocked eyebrow. "What do you say?"

Instead of answering, Valen wasted no time spitting on the man's face, saliva and blood hitting the man's cheek, close to his eye. 

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @anyablackwood, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia,, @illarian-rambling, @finickyfelix and OPEN TAG

Find Five Lines

Thanks @aziz-reads here!

Rules: find five lines that fit the prompts, then change ONE for the next people you tag!

A line with death

From The Secret Portal Part One - CW: death

Kwasiyaa squinted, trying to figure out what it was, but before she could, her sister’s body convulsed as the light was jammed into her stomach. “ATSILA!” Kwasiyaa shrieked, her voice cracking, as her sister’s body crumpled to the ground.

A line with fear

From The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

My head whipped to my right to see a patch of vines wrapped around a tree. I yelped as they detached themselves and snatched in the air toward me, jumping back and almost tripping on the uneven ground. I staggered until it appeared they couldn’t get to me. The vines seemed to notice something above them, and I followed them up until a sight caused a deep shudder to course through me. Ash hung above my head, tangled in and thrashing against the vines that twisted around her body. “Oh, my—! Ash!” Ash seemed to notice me, but from her head hung in an almost-limp fashion, as if she was losing consciousness. Panic rushed through me as I tried to form a coherent thought.

A funny line

From The Secret Portal Part Two (Noelle POV)

My comm beeped next to me, signalling a direct line. I picked it up from the desk in front of me. It was from Dr. Asghar. Confused, I answered it. “Hello?” “Finally! Where are you? I commed your room multiple times and didn’t get a single response! I even tried to have SORARA, and unless you’re the lightest sleeper except for direct commlines, you’re not in your room.” “Couldn’t sleep,” I answered, somewhat truthfully, once I could get a word in the lecture. “Doctor, if I may ask, why are you calling me at this time?” “Why are you awake at this time?” I paused, not sure how to respond a question I’d already answered. Dr. Asghar must have realized this because she went, “Nevermind. I have to run tests today, and I have to get you done and going first. Come up to the lab. Now. I want to talk to you.” She hung up.

A line with colour

From The Secret Portal Part Two (Jedi POV)

Svyatoy Andreyzamok was beautiful. We walked alongside a large river, the Novayavoda, that ran through the middle of the city. The buildings seemed rather uniform, carved by terrakinetics obviously, due to the materials, and near the tops of the buildings were more elaborate designs done in colored stone. They fit with the climate: cold, but not dry. My eyes rested on a teal building with white columns and yellow trim around the windows. I read the sign, advertising it as a health museum.

A line you've changed a lot

From The Secret Portal Part One

Kwasiyaa screamed at the explosion behind her, but the sound that escaped her throat was masked by the deafening eruption. In her state, she lost control of the cloak she covered over herself and her husband, rendering them temporarily visible. [This is the first line of the book, which I've changed a million times]

Tagging @winglesswriter @anyablackwood @winterandwords @sarandipitywrites @space-writes

+ ANYONE ELSE

Your lines: A line with movement, a line with fear, a funny line, a line with colour, and a line you've changed a lot

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

Fun Line Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @cowboybrunch (here)! Both snippets here are from Scrapyard Boys!

Rules: Post a line that you’re tremendously pleased by and a line that’s just out-of-context ridiculous/makes you laugh

Pleased by:

Clutched in his hands, the empty red spray bottle rattled against his cheap rings, like it too was laughing in the face of the uptight sticklers currently in his pursuit.

Out-of-Context Ridiculous/Makes me Laugh:

"What is this, the Headache-Inducing convention?!" Adrien stood at the threshold, glaring at each of the teens currently littering his living room like a pack of stray cats. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing the door behind him, "Okay, first of all, who the fuck is that sleeping on my couch," He gestures at the tattooed teen - Luke - who is currently splayed out on the worn-out center couch of the room, sleeping soundly as a rock, completely unaware of his arrival.

Adrien groans, giving the twins a sharp glare and pointing at the other kid, a universal way to communicate what he was thinking 'what the fuck?'. As he turned to the side, he came face to face with another youth, who was - apparently - chugging the gallon of orange juice, "Oh fuck no. You!" He points at the teen with the gallon and then at the cupboard where the cups are. The teen looks at him, suddenly, startled, "Yes you there - don't drink the orange juice from the fucking bottle or I swear I will deck you," He said, glaring at the stranger with a cocked eyebrow until he finally saw them reaching for a cup, before whirling around towards Rhys and Gwyn who were standing close to the window, matching awkward smiles on their faces,

"And oh," Adrien chuckles bitterly, exasperation bleeding profusely into his mockingly giddy tone, "I just can't wait to hear what explanation you two have for me today"

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Four Lines/Snippets Writing Share Tag!

Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet (here) and @topazadine (here)!

My Lines: A line about kindness, a line about work, a line about a relative, a line about an animal; A line about regret, a line about landscapes, a line about the future, a line about weather Your Lines: A line about unconditional love, a line about cruelty, a line about being lost, a line about cute stuff

I'll go with lines from Scrapyard Boys, Supernova Initiative, Crooked Fable, and The Crystal of Ash for this one!

Kindness (The Crystal of Ash)

"Why...Why are you freeing me?" The Sorcerer asked, distrust barely masked by the politeness in his voice, as he refused to budge from the floor, despite his wrists having been unchained.

Declan stammered, "Because what they're doing to you isn't right." He said, exasperated by having to state the obvious.

The Sorcerer's eyes - like tiny galaxies with thousands of stars - narrowed as he looked up, "But I'm a monster."

Declan opened his mouth to answer, but Aelia spoke first, and the kind understanding in her voice was honestly the most jarring thing about this whole situation. "We know. But even monsters deserve dignity."

Work (Scrapyard Boys, Adrien's POV)

"And so you work for me - that's the way this story goes. If I say jump, you say how high. If I tell you to do something, you do it. So, when I tell you to get back the fuck in there and stop wasting my time with these stupid excuses, you go back and spend another hour or two on that stripper pole." He said, and though Adrien glared at him, the young man knew very well there wasn't much of a second option. The mobster tilted his head, brows furrowing "Got it?”

Relative (Supernova Initiative, Flashback Chapter)

Through tears, the young nobleman looked up, stiffened in place as she carded her hand through his ice-white locks, the motion akin to that of someone soothing a wounded stray. Even in silence, Kye recognized the brief, barely noticeable glint of outrage behind his Dad’s eyes, mirroring his own, before it was quickly buried under a mask of pliancy. “...Of course, my love.”

Animal (Scrapyard Boys, Valen's POV)

The older man looked down at him, amused. "Hm." Jake stalked around the kneeling mutant, slowly, like a tiger ready to pounce,  "That can be arranged. Eventually. But not until I get what I want."

Regret (The Crystal of Ash)

Nahrieh ran his hand over the smooth stone, tracing the detailed carvings on the temple wall, "I never should have left that island," He spoke, half-whispered, to no one in particular, as if to himself, "If I hadn't..." The Sorcerer's voice cracked with grief and a touch of anger, wondering, "Maybe... their fates would have been different. Kinder."

Landscapes (Supernova Initiative, Ch. 2)

At the moment, the three of them were making their way down a busy inner street in the center of the settlement, the perpetually dust-grey sky lit up by the neon lights of the myriad of shops, eateries, and clubs scattered around and into a maze of side streets.

Future (Scrapyard Boys)

 "Good plan!" He exclaimed, practically giddy, "Man, I can't wait for us to find Adrien's place - then we'll convince him to let us buy all the ice cream we want!"

Weather (Supernova Initiative)

Artemis flips him off with a scowl, glaring at the sharp sleet storm in the wind outside, "You are just the same sorry candy-ass as you were all those years ago, and I don't know why the fuck Jack keeps you in the crew."

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

!! Clickbait Description Tag Game !!

Thanks to @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag! Within the past few minutes (as of writing this post), I've watched this tag spread like wildfire through my mutuals and onto my dash, lol

Rules: describe your WIP(s) like a click bait YouTube video!

Anyway, enough with the clickbait, here's more clickbait:

Flamebearer

FIVE reasons why the world is ending 🔥😱

Obsidian Sapphires

Teen summons Fate in coming-of-age ceremony gone WRONG

The Lady's Lament

Girl, 15, goes missing in mysterious circumstances. What happens next may shock you

Soulswapped

Story of Nightmares: How I woke up in PRISON with a BOTCHED face job 😱😱😱

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Tagging: @honeybewrites @avrablake @druidx @ceph-the-ghost-writer @feathers-little-nest @illarian-rambling @ybotter @jev-urisk @songsofsomnia @pandoras-comment-box @tryingtimi @anyablackwood and Open Tag!

Out of Context Line Tag

I was tagged by @writernopal and since I've finally got a little to show for my current project, here we are! Thanks for the tag! <3

Probably, he looked like a particularly nauseous worm, scooching himself to where he was supposed to go and securing the sail in a way that made her laugh.

Tagging: @winterandwords , @koala2all and @anyablackwood

It's been a while, so if you're not currently doing tag games, no worries and no need to respond. :)

WIP Anagram Tag

I was tagged by @pheita here, thanks so much!

Rules: You will be given a word, and you must share 1 sentence from your WIP/s that starts with each letter in that word!

My word is: LIGHT

Just for some variety, we're going to do this with M.O.W!

"Lets make a promise."

"Ikismoyi majeva!" (translates to "always")

Golden and shining.

He crouched over it, chest still rising and falling from the chase, as he eagerly welcomed the warm blood spilling from its bountiful flesh into his parched throat.

The rising sun struck his eye, a serpentine flash of gold, and the world rushed back.

Your word: MYSTERY

Tagging (gently): @commander-krios @void-botanist @livums @anyablackwood @acertainmoshke and anyone else who wants to play!

M.O.W Taglist: @full-on-sam @illjustpretend @sparatus @outpost51 @captain-kraken

@the-mindless @zestymimblo @mysticstarlightduck @tabswrites @void-botanist

Join/leave the taglist using this Google Form.

OC Confession Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @thecomfywriter (here)!

Rules: Post a scene where one of your character's does a confession to another character from your wip. It doesn't have to be a love confession. Maybe it's a lie. Maybe it's a crime. Maybe it's betrayal. Go buckwild, go crazy!

Let's go with two scenes involving different siblings from my WIPs in different contexts!

Lie Confession

Nahrieh began, voice even and smooth like honey, strangely calm, "Mayhaps...' The Sorcerer paused, fiddling with his necklace, the only sign of his nervousness, "I wasn't being fully truthful when I said your brother had nothing to do with the Rift."

Declan stammered, halting in place, "What?"

The immortal tilted his head, "Did it not seem strange to you? The argument. Your curse. Did it not strike you as strange how you were healed from it days after the Rift began?" He asked, somewhere between a genuine inquiry and a rhetorical question, "How your brother seemed distant - perhaps out of guilt - shortly before his disappearance?"

Declan's heart skips a bit, and he clutches his own arms, nervously trying to keep himself grounded. He gave an awkward scoff, "Keir would never - he... he's a knight!" He says, though his voice sounds unconvincing - it doesn't sound like he is convincing himself with it, as he continued, trying to seem certain, "He would never betray the realm."

Nahrieh chuckled, a deep, quick sound, like the rolling of water and sand on the ocean's floor, "Child, do not underestimate the lengths people will go to for love." He looks away, "I slaughtered an entire civilization to avenge my innocent spawn, fully aware I would be deemed a monster."

After a pause, he turns back to Declan, an unusual sorrow in his eyes "Do you think your brother would not make a deal with an eldritch force to spare your life?"

It was not a question - for they both knew the answer to it. Declan opened his mouth to rebuke, but no words came out. Instead, he growled softly, shaking his head.

The Sorcerer gave him a sad smile, "You know the truth Declan, - you just don't want to admit it. Yet." His voice grew pensive, and he twisted the string of his necklace between his fingers, swinging his legs softly where he was sitting on the edge of the smooth rock, "But now, another question remains - when you find Keir again, will you still be able to look upon his now bloodthirsty, hate-filled eyes like you used to? Knowing his corruption was the price for your life?"

Betrayal Confession

"Jack." Deimos paused, fingers gripping the metal threshold shakily, waiting for the other to respond, "There's... something I need to talk to you about."

Within the cockpit, Jack was organizing his things, namely placing some wrapped up sweet protein bars and a chocolate milk bottle inside a small locker beside his pilot chair. He looked over his shoulder, "Yeah!" Jack smiled, "Of course, what is it?"

Deimos cringed, crossing his arms over his chest and taking a shaky, deep breath, trying to keep himself grounded for what he was about to confess, "So." He began, searching his mind for the words, "This... t-this isn't easy for me to say, but I need to." The alien stammered, resisting the urge to change the subject before he could even start.

When he continued, he tried to keep his voice even, a pragmatic tone that did nothing to hide the panic and guilt underneath, "Your capture by the Junction, the reason why it was so sudden, so easy for them, it... it was because of me. I did it."

Jack frowned, slowly straightening his posture as his face fell into an expression of pure anxiety - it was clear he had already understood what he'd meant but didn't want to believe it, "... What do you mean?"

"I mean I set you guys up!" Deimos blurted out, closing his eyes for a moment. There was a long, painful silence spread out in the space between them, the weight of those words weighing them down as if the ship's artificial gravity had been turned to the maximum.

The young alien noticed as Jack faltered, anxiously grasping the leather seat of the pilot chair beside him, hands beginning to shake. He noticed how his brother looked away from him, face pale, eyes filled with a painful mix of betrayal and rising panic.

Deimos raced to try and soften the blow of those words, hating himself more and more with every passing second, knowing the damage was already done, " Jack, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I made a mistake. And... I took the easy route to f-fix it." He grimaced, nails digging into his own arms, painfully. Deep down, Deimos figured he deserved to feel the pain, seeing the sadness in Jack's eyes, knowing he'd inflicted it.

He sighed, finishing his explanation, "The Junction offered me a deal. I took it. I set you guys up and for that - I'm sorry."

Jack seemed about to pass out, and when he looked back at Deimos, the young alien hated the hurt bubbling behind his brother's kind eyes, as the other spoke, "O-oh. Oh, okay. Um. Why?"

His voice was nothing like the confident, upbeat tone he usually had. It was quiet, and frazzled, flickering like a dying lamp - and right now, Deimos would do anything to take back the deal he'd made.

The alien spoke again, searching for the words to fix this, when there were none, eventually, he settled for simply being honest, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done what I did - I know. I-... I know I was probably weak but - I was... so scared. I wouldn't be able to handle what Eldora would do to me if she captured me again. I can't even stand the thought of going through... all that, again."

Jack still wasn't looking at him, staring vacantly at the floor. With his augmented hearing, Deimos was able to catch the phrase his brother had muttered under his breath, apparently despite himself, "...but what the Director is doing to me, that's okay to you, huh?"

Deimos felt his world crash, wanting to curl up and die at how defeated Jack sounded. He hated how much he knew his brother believed the words he'd just muttered - he hated how much Jack didn't even seem surprised.

He stepped forward, "No! No, it's not!" Deimos almost yelled, desperate to make Jack understand this was all just a mistake. That he never should've left them in the first place, all those years ago. His voice softened, and he reached forward slightly, "You're my brother, I would never want you to get hurt. I-I didn't even think it would get to that -!"

Jack flinched away, stepping back, almost curled in on himself, as he cut the other off before he could finish his sentence, "Well, you should have!" He snapped, and Deimos had never heard such a bitter rage in Jack's voice. It took him off guard, freezing him in place.

The young pilot continued, "Everyone... everyone told me I shouldn't trust you again. When you came back. But I did. I really... really did." As Jack looked back at Deimos, the blue-haired alien wished he hadn't. Something had changed, behind his kind eyes, like a broken mirror, never to be the same again - and Deimos knew he was the only one to blame for it. Jack growled, tilting his head slightly, "Only to find out that all this shitstorm that's happened, all this pain we went through - what he did to me - was because..."

His voice broke, " - Because of you?"

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Tag List (Supernova Initiative) below the cut ✨

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

WIP First Line Tag Game

I was tagged for this one by @wintherlywords (that post is here), and this session I remembered where I started! Thank you for the tag!

Rules: Post the first line(s) you put down on your WIP during your writing session.

He left abruptly without saying anything else.

Tagging: @squarebracket-trickster, @sunset-a-story, @anyablackwood

Writing Share Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @kaylinalexanderbooks!!! I'll go with a scene from the Ch.1 of Scrapyard Boys, Adahm's POV.

Sinew and bone crunched under his fist as it connected to the soldier's face throwing the man across the room, nose split, blood coating the floor making it slick. Adahm chuckled, shaking his fist off the impact and watching the man crush the furniture behind him - he could hear the others, footsteps stomping on the stairs just outside, guns cocking. But he didn't rush - oh, no, no, no.

Adahm took his time.

Twirling his dagger for a moment, he slowly crept closer to the fallen merc, stepping over the dismembered body of his previous victim. The man didn't look so menacing now that he was scrambling back, limbs flaying over the broken chips of wood that once were the hotel's bedside table. "N-no, no! Please," The merc begged, his back hitting the wall - the gun in his hand clicked pathetically, no bullets left to shoot, "Look. We…we can settle on somethin'! I'll leave, you can get all the m-money from the bounty, 5 million dollars, all yours." He saw the man smile anxiously, trying to bargain, "Y-you don't have to kill me!"

Adahm didn't stop, his boots breaking the shattered bits of glass on the floor as he continued to stalk closer, his face unreadable except for his emotionless smile. The soldier had nowhere to go, his stupid decision to come after them had sealed that fate. He could still hear the other soldiers getting closer and closer as he crouched over this one, tracing the side of the man's cheekbone with his dagger, a feather-like touch.

"I don't want the money," Adahm said, voice a honeyed, but almost disembodied whisper, tilting his own head as the man flinched away from the tip of his knife, "That's not the issue. It never was. The problem is that you and your crew are looking for someone who doesn't belong to you. I know you work for the labs - I know they paid you to take my brother from me, didn't they? To cut him up, chop him up like a little guinea pig for Vhoss' studies."

The merch shuddered, shaking his head vehemently while the words fell dead on his lips, scrambling to try and deny the question, but the truth was undeniable. Adahm scoffed, his eyes scanning the man's struggle almost pityingly, before his grip on his knife tightened, "See? There you have it. And you know that I just can't let that happen," The young man's voice was a bitter chuckle, leveling his knife for the man's neck, almost sounding disappointed, "You never should've come after him."

Before the merc could react, Adahm plunged the dagger into the man's throat, silencing his pleas as he twisted the blade up into his skull, before stabbing the limp body again, again and again. Once he was satisfied, he leaned forward onto the blade, catching his breath in ragged gasps before he ripped the knife off the man's shredded chest and stumbled into his feet.

His ears twitched towards the sounds - the soldiers were in the hallway now, almost behind him. He ran a bloodstained hand through his long strands of hair, pushing it out of his face as he turned to the door, standing behind it like a haunted house animatronic. and started counting.

1 second. The men moved closer, their movements calculated - he could hear the clinking of their rifles against kevlar suits that wouldn't save them now - he chuckled. 2 seconds - they stopped somewhere down the hallway, their captain barking orders, and Adahm's smile widened, revealing bloodied fangs, his thin mouth a snake's maw. 3 seconds - and as they moved into the room, his shrill, snake like hiss was the last thing any of those mercenaries would ever hear as he pounced in for the kill.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@differentnighttale

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

Taglist for Scrapyard Boys below the cut 🧪

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale @wyked-ao3

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

WIP Extract Tag

Another tag from the lovely @oh-no-another-idea here! Thanks 💙

We'll get a sneep from AASOAF 3 of a part I recently edited!

Tagging (gently): @paintedbutton @shadoedseptmbr @teamdilf @anyablackwood @noblebs and anyone else who wants to play!

cw: alcohol use, violence

“Do you remember those nights too?” I asked from the shadows thrown across the floor by the moonlight. “Do you?” He didn’t respond. I knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t see me. Couldn’t hear me. I was but a trick of light before his drunken eyes. Oh yes, he was just the same. So I walked the scaffold of his window pane’s shadows, dropping my guard and my reserve, until I was but a woman once more. He said my name and found his god, but before he could commune with it, the glass tumbled from his hand and shattered on the floor. The spirits mingled with the shards at his feet. He stepped back, shocked. Rejected. So I came forth, passing through his desk as I had his door, and stood before him as he continued to stare at his god’s refusal in disbelief. I caressed his feathered neck with my smokey hands until they became solid and seized his face between them.  “You won’t find me there.” I hissed.  He frowned.  I shoved him back into his plush captain’s seat and closed a both hands around his throat. “You won’t find me anywhere.”

AASOAF 3 Taglist: @outpost51 @thelivingdeceased @faelanvance @captain-kraken @illjustpretend

@elshells @full-on-sam @the-mindless @zestymimblo @tabswrites

@void-botanist

Last Line Tag

Thanks @frostedlemonwriter for the tag!

Introducing a snippet from the backstory of Cheyoria's parents. Angsty pining hours galore 🥰

“I know you’re there.” His words cut into her heart. “What do you want?” “Cerigo.” She took a step or two forward, gazing slightly up at him. “I wanted to check on you.” He glanced, then taking a proper look, staggering a step backwards. “Eshani.” “Are you scared of me?” His tone said everything, she waited for the other shoe to drop. Her inner romantic cracked and crumbled upon seeing his face, wishing she could breach the void between them, go back to how things were. A moment passed, before he caved. “I’d be a liar to say no.”

Giving tags to @unrepentantcheeseaddict @seastarblue @space-writes @tryingtimi @flock-from-the-void

@songsofsomnia @tildeathiwillwrite @ceph-the-ghost-writer @talesfromaurea @anyablackwood plus an Open Tag :D

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Out of Context Line Tag

Thank you to @winterandwords for the tag!

📝 Share a line from your WIP with no context.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said. He glanced at Femi, slowly growing slack in his hold, before looking back at George. Then, he shrugged. “Fine.” With that, he pushed him overboard.

Tagging: @floralmusings , @laisley-writes and @anyablackwood

Out of Context Line Tag Game

I was tagged for this one by @oh-no-another-idea (that post) Thank you for the tag!

This one might be my favorite line I've written recently even though it almost has too much context for this tag game.

“You’d trust Finder?” “Fuck no. But I’m a paranoid asshole who barely trusts his cat. You’re better, Cal.”

I'd like to invite @stillchasingplotbunnies, @touloserlautrec, @anyablackwood, and @thatndginger to play.

Ten Sentences Tag

I was tagged by @winterandwords to do this. Thank you for the tag! :)

📝 Write a sentence with the number of words specified, so for 1-10 you write 10 sentences in total with an increasing word count each time.

All of these are from Shanghaied.

“Uh.”

2. “You awake?”

3. “Numpty’s her word.”

4. “Shitty world it is.”

5. “Look at you, pretty boy.”

6. “Yer skinny asses’ll keel over, like.”

7. “Just a friend helping out, nothing else.”

8. “Do you want to be a girl then?”

9. “I actually didn’t mean to call you a … well.”

10. “I didn’t much like staying chained up to his bed.”

Gently tagging: @tabswrites , @anyablackwood , @captain-kraken and leaving an open tag, in case someone feels like doing it.

A late (or early) STS for you: I spy a mention of pirates in your intro post. Would any of them care to introduce themselves, or would you mind talking about some of your favorite elements of their story?

oooh ok yes piracy I can do let's go

(STS is a state of mind and I am making a nest there) (this is getting long and rambly and maybe disjointed I am so sorry but not really? pirates be upon ye)

Short answer; the Nightgale clan and their meteoric rise to ruling the archipelago within two generations of being created, the uh. the destruction of the islands and their rebirth as dragon riders then slow slide into nature-reserve-for-the-weird-and-magical. (specific shout out to Jay, daughter of dragons and giver of no fucks, creator of the whole thing by accident because she only ever wanted a ship of her own not... This)

Long answer;

So! Pirates! They originate in Leritheyar which is like. the most fleshed out of the Mist Worlds because it was my only story world for the longest time and then I got too attached to some of the characters (like the pirates) and then everything exploded

but that's not what we're here for!

So the pirates as a whole are The dominant culture of the archipelago that may or may not make up. a large amount of landmass in Leritheyar. I can't do distances well but it's fine it works

this means that I have a wholeass timeline/history of their rise to power, various pirate kings, shifts in families etc etc but the important stuff here;

each family has An Island that they originate on. That's Theirs. and at least one ship, maybe more depending on how big they are! how much power they have! There are absolutely other people that live on these islands but if they are not Pirate Family they do not get on the ships (exceptions being for like. fishers ig. the K'sean are not an exception they are rogue from Anther and the pirates would like them out of their islands thank you but they are small and fast and hard to track)

there is a vague sort of truce that means mostly they don't go in for Big battles but also there are so many skirmishes etc

by far and away my favourite pirates are the Nightgales bc Jay was one of The OG OCs and I will always love her

Jay is not pirate family. She is an orphan on the ruling clan's island, friends with their heir, but she's nothing. Her friend says that once she is queen she will change things, she will take Jay with her

Jay's not about to wait for that, she's got plans. Plans that involve stealing a small skiff and sailing north into the night

Promptly washes up on Riyan, the forgotten continent, where the NightGale lives with her offspring of weird little fucked up creatures. The NightGale adopts Jay because this child Amuses her and everything is fine and dandy until the Sanders pirates come looking for her (possibly at behest of the pirate heir actually. She isn't queen yet but it's been a solid few years and she's worried)

Jay and her not-quite-sister Erris go with them, shenanigans ensue, Jay takes control of the clan. That's her ship now, her pirates. No one's really gonna argue with the teen who bested their captain in single combat and has a dragon on her shoulder and also whatever-the-fuck Erris is at her side.

Her friend (now queen) is delighted by this turn of events and together they are An Unholy Menace. jury's out on whether or not they were A Thing. the queen's son certainly thinks so and has an honest-to-god grudge against Jay, because he thinks she's gunning for rule of the islands

Jay does not give a fuck about ruling the islands. She has a ship, she has a pygmy dragon, she has Erris. All is good with the world. She adopts some of the Sanders kids to be her heirs and they take her name.

She gets herself a mage! She has a treaty with the mages(? I think?), actually, which more or less makes her ships untouchable in the shipping lanes. Her grandson marries the heir to the pirate throne (the king is not impressed with this actually. He's hating life. He tries to kill her and his own mother. He does not succeed (his own daughter may kill him? maybe it's his mother. who can say!))

People say she's still out there. people say they've seen her ship late at night, out in the mist where the eldrii and the akaha play, because for all that the NightGale is the dragon of forgotten things, there are some things that just can't stay unknown.

[her great-grandson is king when the islands are lost and so are the ships but they transition to riding dragons during the war and that's what punts them sideways into another world, where they have... some number of years to set themselves up before their dragons also disappear but by that time they have swathes of land on a sky island that they turn into a sort of reserve for Mythics and Magics to come and heal and rest, and they become another powerhouse to be feared]

The Origin of Infinity—Satoru and the Ancestor Hunt

So, if Kakashi is around Satoru’s age, then they probably grew up together, for some value of together.

He probably turns his Sharingan on once just to mess with his arrogant cousin, but only for like—a second. Just to see Satoru do a double take.

Having a perfect memory doesn’t mean you can’t doubt it, after all. Especially when what catches your eye is unbelievable.

Tobi catches sight of Satoru through their shared eyes, though, and he starts haunting Satoru in the hopes of meeting Kakashi again.

Finding his partner would be so much easier if only Kakashi would keep his Sharingan on!

Satoru, for his part, has no idea who this Special Grade curse that keeps calling him “Not-Sukea” and the Gojo “Sukea’s descendants” is.

The following confrontation happens at some point.

Tobi, voice mournful and posture an exaggerated slump, said, “Tobi thinks that Sukea’s descendants are being very mean to Tobi! Tobi just wants to see his lovely, incredible, stunning spouse again, but Sukea’s descendants keep hiding Sukea from Tobi.”

Tobi jolted upright again, and jabbed an accusatory finger at Satoru. “Tobi knows Not-Sukea has met Sukea, and since Tobi has been a good boy and not attacked anyone, Not-Sukea should tell Tobi where Sukea is! If Not-Sukea doesn’t, well...”

Tobi leaned in towards Satoru, phasing forwards, forwards, forwards—right through Infinity, as if it didn’t exist.

His hand reached out. “Tobi would like to remind Not-Sukea that Not-Sukea is one of Sukea’s descendants.”

Impossibly enough, the hand reached Satoru’s cheek, but it didn’t touch him—instead it went through him, as if Satoru’s body was the empty space of Infinity.

“And Sukea was Tobi’s spouse, so by definition, Sukea’s descendants are also Tobi’s descendants.”

Fingers erupted from Satoru’s cheekbone, curling inwards, as if Satoru’s eye rested in the palm of the hand and it intended to scoop.

But it didn’t hurt.

There were fingers coming out of Satoru’s face, and it didn’t hurt.

Tobi’s voice abruptly dropped an octave, into a growl that should have reverberated through Satoru’s bones at such close quarters, but didn’t, because nothing was touching Satoru.

“And it wasn’t Sukea that you inherited your eyes from.”

The fist closed.

Satoru froze, unwilling to so much as breathe, lest his eye be torn from its socket. An icy chill seemed to have settled at the base of his spine, like a shiver had contained itself out of sheer terror.

Then the crushing feeling of rage emanating from Tobi vanished, the fist unfurled, and Tobi’s voice was once again cheery.

“But! Sukea would be very unhappy with Tobi if Tobi hurt our beautiful grand babies, so Tobi shall be nice to Not-Sukea! Next time, though, Not-Sukea should tell Tobi where Sukea is. Tobi is not know for being patient!”

Thus begins a conspiracy wherein Satoru and his friends, Geto and Ieiri, try to figure out which ancestor it is that Satoru inherited his eyes from specifically, and who this random Special Grade Curse is. And also the mystery of Gojo Sukea. Having his eye nearly plucked by a being which surpasses his Infinity would definitely take Satoru’s ego down a few notches.

While you wait on me to write stuff, read this neat little thing my friend wrote :3

Rational Minds

Title: Rational Minds Fandom(s): Gravity Falls/Psychonauts crossover (Implied Mystery Kids ‘verse) Rating: K Summary: Sasha and Dipper are both rational minds. One is definitely psychic. The other might be. Word Count: 1080 words

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Never ever mess with the Radio Demon

Summary: Playing pranks on the Radio Demon himself is never a good idea. Something Charlie has to find out the hard way, when Alastor finally runs out of patience with her childish antics…

Warnings: This story contains lots and lots of fluffy tickling, so if you don't like this, then please don't read this, thank you. As always a little OOC warning here. I always try to stay in character while writing, but I can't make promises that it stays that way during the story. Also a little warning for some swearing. And last but not least: Platonic "charlastor", because I couldn't help myself. :3

Word count: Almost 6000 (I swear these stories of mine getting longer and longer XD)

Authors note: It's not exactly a third part of my previous two stories (This one and also that one), but can be seen as such. Even though writing this story flustered the hell out of me, I still had a lot of fun with this. Buuuuuut I don't have the "balls"to upload this one to my Fanfiction.net account (yet), so it will stay on my tumblr account only (for now). I tried to add some "tickle talk" in here (because I just LOVE teasing lers ;3). I think I already did that years ago with some of my Supernatural tickle stories, but I can't remember this anymore. Let's just say I tried and I hope I delivered XD. And now excuse me, but I will go back to hiding under a rock... XD

PS: I hope my english is still okay. Remember that my mother language is german and not english and that you will find some grammatical errors in my stories^^

By that way, this is for the anon who send me this cute ask:

I tried to add this and I hope you'll like it. I, for myself, love this idea (but poor Charlie XD).

And now have fun reading :3.

(I am also open for more ideas for new stories, for I am having so much fun writing these fics :3. My ask box is open for you guys :3)

UPDATE: Revenge story can be found here.

Never ever mess with the Radio Demon

As fast as she could, her hooves carried her through the dark corridors of her hotel. She ran as fast as her surroundings would allow her, taking as many turns as she could to outrun him, because she knew that if he got his claws on her she would be screwed!

A laugh swelled behind her, soon filling the entire hotel corridor and a shudder ran through her body, as flickering lights accompany the sinister laughter.

“Run, darling. Run as fast as you can. You can’t escape from me~.”

She forced herself to run even faster upon hearing this and when she dared to turn her head briefly and look behind her, her eyes widened, for there, in the darkness, two glowing red eyes peered straight at her and she could make out the outline of his broad grin, as he sauntered slowly behind her, hands crossed behind his back, as if this were harmless child's play. And to him it was, because Charlie knew how entertaining this hunt alone was for him. Even if hunting was something he usually didn't like to do, as he had once told her, but for her he made an exception today, it seemed. Great! As if her situation wasn't shitty enough already…

Admittedly, she herself was to blame for this misery, because he had warned her often enough and she hadn't wanted to listen and now she had to face the consequences. But she wouldn’t make it easy for him and she would run away from him for as long as she could.

She quickened her steps, as she turned the next corner and saw the hotel lobby ahead of her, where the hunt had begun.

When she slithered into the lobby, it was empty except for one demon, who was standing behind the bar, looking as grumpy as ever. There was no sign of the others and Charlie knew she was on her own.

Vaggie and her father had left the hotel not too long ago, as the two fallen angels wanted to stretch their wings, as they called it. Lucifer had offered Vaggie to fly with her that morning and for Vaggie it was a huge honor to fly with the King of Hell himself and so she had gone with him earlier, beaming with joy. Angel was at the Vees' to shoot another movie and there was no sign of Niffty either. The little demoness was probably out somewhere in the hotel, cleaning something or chasing after some roaches again.

So there was only one demon left...

"HUSKER!!!"

The bartender flinched, as Charlie literally shouted his name at him and only seconds later, the princess of hell was standing in front of his bar. Completely out of breath, with a wild beating heart in her chest and with pure panic in her eyes, she looked at him, silently begging him to help her out of this situation she has gotten herself into.

"Husker, please! You have to help me!"

Her voice sounded so desperate, as if she knew no other way out than to come to him and demand help. But whether he wanted to help her was a completely different question. Especially when the sinister laughter once again echoed through the hotel corridor from which the young demoness had just emerged. A shadow slowly appeared on the floor. A shadow, with big antlers on its head and a devilish grin on his face and that was the moment Husker knew he wanted nothing to do with the whole thing.

"Whatever you did, I want nothing to do with it. I'm definitely not messing with Alastor!" the cat demon said with a growl in his voice and Charlie's last shred of hope, of getting out of this in one piece, disappeared with such dismissive words.

She opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a startled squeak, when she suddenly felt a dark aura behind her and shortly afterwards, two clawed hands placed themselves gently on her shoulders. From the way Husker flinched and how his fur bristled, she knew Alastor was standing behind her, still half presenting his demonic form.

"What a wise decision, Husker. At least someone who knows not to mess with me."

The words were calm and yet they sent shiver after shiver down Charlie's spine, as she could clearly hear the warning in that usually charming voice of the Radio Demon. Especially when the hands squeezed her shoulders to give the words more strength and let her know that he had actually meant her and not Husker.

"Now if you'll excuse us, my old friend. Charlie and I have something to discuss..."

More goosebumps all over her body and she felt the grip on her shoulders tighten. He was silently letting her know that he wouldn't let her get away and that she didn't even need to try.

But that was exactly what she did.

Charlie desperately tried to free herself from his grip, wriggling wildly back and forth and Alastor was so surprised by that, that he actually loosened his grip briefly and she was able to break free. But she didn't get far, as he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her middle, pinning her against his chest.

“You’re not going anywhere, my dear!”

"NO! Al, please!!" she shrieked, a laugh mingling with her voice that she could no longer hold back.

Husker, meanwhile, stared questioningly back and forth between the two of them.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you guys starting to lose it too, or what did I miss?" he asked, as Alastor joined in the princess's laughter, as he lifted her slightly off the ground and turned around with that wriggling, giggling something in his arms and tried to carry her into the direction of the hotel hallway they had just come from.

"If you're determined to find out what I am going to do to her, you're welcome to be the next guest in my today’s broadcast."

Husker's eyes widened as these words reached his ears. He suddenly realized the danger Charlie was in, but...why in hell was she laughing so hard? She should be scared for her life if Alastor took her into his radio tower. After all, he knew what he did to his victims there...

"You don't really want to do that, boss? She's Lucifer's daughter! You can’t be serious!"

Alastor had managed to throw the still laughing Charlie over his shoulder and held her tight, to make sure she wouldn’t get anywhere. He gave the cat demon his widest grin and something mischievous sparkles in those red eyes of his.

"Take a good look at her, Husker. Does she look to you like I threatened to maul her, while broadcasting her agonizing screams for whole hell to hear?"

"Not really."

"Then there's nothing to worry about. Now if you'll excuse me...as I mentioned, Charlie and I have some unfinished business to deal with. Don't we, darling?"

He didn't even wait for an answer and only seconds later, he and Charlie had disappeared into the corridor from where they had come from, leaving a befuddled looking cat demon behind.

Husker could only look after them with a disbelieving shake of his head.

Yes, everyone in this hotel seemed to be going crazy lately. If even Alastor was already getting involved in some silly games...He couldn't even drink that much alcohol to put up with this shit anymore...

Meanwhile, Alastor had almost reached the door that led to his room. He could have simply teleported into his radio tower with Charlie, but where was the fun in that? It was much more fun to take his time and delay the inevitable on purpose; just to torment her some more. So he walked slowly, almost strolling through the dark hotel corridor, ignoring the playful punches that rained down on his back. The only way for Charlie to defend herself against his strong grip. But the deer demon remained truly unimpressed by these pitiful attempts. He just kept walking, grinning maliciously as the young princess got more and more lost in her laughing fit, even though he hadn't done anything yet.

Oh yes, this was already entertaining for him and he would make sure that it would get even better, once he had reached his destination. It was also a welcome change from the now monotonous life in the hotel. Although he had had a lot of fun pestering Lucifer a little since he had moved into the hotel, but he had to hold himself back a lot as he had promised Charlie and he was a demon who kept his promises...well, at least some of them...

"Al! Please! Let me go! We can talk about this!" Charlie's voice snapped him out of his daydreaming. Fingers clawed into his back, pulled lightly at his overcoat and he had to control Charlie's wriggling legs with his free hand to avoid getting kicked.

"Now you want to talk? I'm sorry, my dear, but it's too late to talk now. I warned you several times what would happen if you dare messing with me, but not once would you listen to me. Instead, you play one prank after another on me, provoking me by constantly poking my sides, no matter where I am or who is watching and last night you even had the nerve to send me Angel Dust while I was sitting in the bathtub, because Niffty made me take a bath. Do you know what he wanted from me, Charlie?"

As he asked her this question, the princess's laughter grew louder and she could probably guess what Angel had wanted from him.

"He seriously wanted to oil my hooves...and other parts of my body! And he called me an elk! It was bad enough that he saw me naked, but this? This was the most outrageous thing yet and something I will not tolerate! You seem to forget with whom you’re messing with and I am very happy to remind you of that, sweetheart. When I am done with your punishment, you will think twice of messing with me ever again!"

The last words were accompanied by a low growl, which gave Charlie goosebumps again. She could also well imagine why Angel had come back to the lobby so quickly last night...with a totally distraught look in his eyes. Apparently Alastor had presented him his demonic form, because Angel had sworn last night to never make a single sex joke in his presence ever again.

"I-it was just a prank, Al. Don't you have a sense of humor anymore?”

They had now arrived at his door and he slowly unlocked it, before stepping into his room just as slowly, locking the door behind him and then throwing Charlie onto his bed; only to take off his overcoat and roll up the sleeves of his shirt; just for a dramatic effect, of course, and to tease Charlie a little more.

When he turned to look at her, she squeaked and hid under his blanket, making him roll his eyes. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny that the sight didn’t amuse him. And something like this seriously called herself the princess of hell. She didn't exactly behave like a princess. But perhaps that was exactly what he liked so much about her. She was almost always cheerful, had a smile on her face and managed to cheer others up or motivate them. But when it came to playing pranks at his expense, the limit was reached. Princess or not, he would teach her a lesson today which she wouldn’t forget so quickly; he would make sure about that.

"To come back to your question: I do have a sense of humor and understand fun. Only my kind of fun might be very different from your kind of fun," he explained, as he slowly sauntered towards his bed, grabbing the blanket and pulled it off Charlie in one swift move.

"How about I show you my sense of humor? I am sure you will love it, because you will have a lot to laugh about…"

He didn't even wait for an answer, but grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him.

"No, no, no! A-Alastor please dohohohn’t!"

“You can beg me as much as you want to. It won’t help you, for I won’t show you any mercy and you better save your strength, for you will need it very soon…”

Her cheerful laughter soon filled the entire room, as he wrapped his arms around her middle, lifted her up and then carried her unerringly to his radio tower, which was right next to his room. He had to give her credit for one thing: she really did try to fight back with all her might. But no matter what she did, she couldn't stop him from carrying her to his radio station. His shadow did the work of locking the door behind them, so that they were undisturbed, before he disappeared again. But not without giving Charlie a sardonic grin that made her stomach do somersaults.

It was the first time she was in his radio tower. He'd had to build it from scratch after Adam had destroyed the hotel. Normally she would have found it exciting to be allowed to see the inside of Alastor's radio tower, but at that moment she had no eyes for the interior, only for the door that loomed closed in front of her sight. Once again, she pounded her fists against his back, but it only earned her a low chuckle from him and, unchanged, he carried her to the small vintage wooden bench that stood in front of his radio desk.

As he sat down with her, Charlie made a last-ditch attempt to escape and climb over his shoulder, but he was quicker than she was, seeming to have anticipated that she was trying to escape from him, because he quickly grabbed her legs and pulled her back. When she came to sit on his lap, he wrapped his right arm around her stomach, pressed her back against his chest and slid the small wooden bench a little closer to his desk.

"NO! AL, PLEASE DON'T!" she squeaked loudly, as he reached with his free hand for the ancient microphone that stood on the desk and slowly pulled it in her direction. And it was at that moment, that she realized for the first time that he was no longer carrying his microphone staff. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen it since the fight with Adam. She wondered what had happened to it? A question she really wanted to ask him later...assuming she survived what was about to happen to her now...

By now, she was laughing so hard that she could already feel tears in her eyes. Alastor hadn't done anything yet and the Radio Demon just sat there in silence, watching her with a broad grin and waiting patiently until she calmed down on her own.

It took a few moments, before her laughter died down and silence returned to the radio tower.

Still giggling softly, Charlie let herself fall against his chest and wiped the tears from her eyes. She felt his chest vibrate against her back as he chuckled softly.

"Calm down, my dear. I haven't done anything yet," he teased her and he took great pleasure in noticing the slight blush on her cheeks that his words had triggered.

"You don't have to."

Amused, he raised an eyebrow and tightened his grip around her middle a little, as he felt the fighting spirit return to her body, as she began to fidget again.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to, because you don't seem to want to learn any other way, Charlie. No one messes with the Radio Demon without consequences. Not even the princess of hell. And here we are now. I'm sure you're familiar with the stories they tell about me in hell and what I do with the demons I take into my radio tower. However, it will be a little different for you..."

His words were calm, teasing and yet warning at the same time and they were accompanied by claws that began to walk gently across her belly. The princess immediately burst into another fit of giggles and bend forward at the same time. Her hands rushed to his, trying to push his claws off her belly, but she couldn't do it. A twinge of mirthful panic rushed through her body, as his claws slowly picked up the speed, wiggling softly into the fabric of her thin shirt, since she didn't wear her blazer. Something she regretted now...

"Ohhh, what's wrong, sweetheart? Does that tickle~?" he asked, highly amused, his voice almost being a purr of true satisfaction and his eyes sparkled with mirth as well, as she started squirming in his grip.

"Yehehehehes!"

"Peheheherfect."

Almost immediately, Charlie felt her cheeks catching fire, as Alastor mimicked her teasingly and her fit of giggles quickly turned back into a full-blown fit of laughter that she just couldn't hold back anymore. At the same time, she threw her head back, right against his shoulder, kicking her legs a little and squealed with pure mirth, as his claws continued to move over her belly, tickling softly and yet so effectively, always in search of those little spots, that would make her squeak so adorably.

“What’s wrong, darling? Is this already too much for you to handle? Are you that ticklish~? And why are you looking away from me? Can’t you look into my face right now~? Come on, Charlie~, let me see that smile of yours.”

"Y-you ahahahasshole!" she squeaked out between fits of laughter in response, as his claws hit a particular ticklish spot on her belly.

Immediately the tickle attack stopped and Alastor pressed her even closer against his body, bending his head down to her so that his breath tickled her neck, leaving her in a steady fit of giggles.

"What did you just call me?"

His voice continued to be playful and yet a slight threat resonated within it, but she knew he wasn't really mad, that he was just teasing her, that he enjoyed this little game and she'd be lying if she would say that she didn't enjoy these playful moments too. So she gladly went along with the little power play, but kept her head turned away from him, as she addressed her next words to him.

"Are you going deaf, old man?" she shot back and this response completely threw Alastor off his act for a few seconds. He blinked a few times, before he had processed the words she had just hurled at him.

He really had to hand it to her: she had great courage to speak to him like that. So far, only one demon had ever dared to be so rude to him. A well-known TV demon, whose name was now enough to make his blood boil. But the difference between Charlie and Vox was that Charlie didn't mean what she said. And yet he let her words provoke him. He slid a little closer to his desk with her, switched on the old microphone and then stretched out his free hand towards one of the buttons on his control panel.

"See that button there, Charlie?"

She hardly dared to look, but she did anyway and nodded her head shyly, but still giggling.

"On Air" was written in large red letters above the button, but they weren’t yet lit up, showing her that he hadn’t yet switched her live.

"Shall I push it so all hell can hear how incredibly sweet you can squeal when I tickle you in all the right places?"

The teasing words caused an anticipatory tingling in her stomach and hastily she shook her head, starting to wriggle in his grip again in a pitiful attempt to free herself, but she didn't manage it. When she saw his finger slowly approaching the button, she couldn't stand it any longer. Laughing, she too reached out a hand and grabbed his, clawing at his wrist and trying to stop him from pushing the button.

"NO! Al, please don't! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I promise I won’t prank you anymore, I swear! Please don’t do this!" she squeaked, as she wrestled with his arm, but he stayed where he was, his finger getting closer and closer to the button and she could already see her life flashing before her inner eyes.

"It's too late for that now. If you mess with me, you have to face the consequences. And yours start in three..."

"No, Al! Don't!"

"...two..."

"PLEASE!"

"...Oooooone~..."

A loud scream suddenly cut the air, as the hand, that was still lying on Charlie's belly, came back to life and Alastor attacked her belly button through her thin shirt with his index finger. Laughing loudly, the young demoness let herself fall back against him, arching her back and trying to get his hand off her belly at the same time.

"Oops, I must have pushed the wrong button, hmm?" he purred teasingly into her ear and he had to laugh himself at all those lovely sounds, coming out of her mouth. She twisted wildly back and forth now, trying to pry his hand off of her and all the while laughing her heart out and squeezing her eyes shut, as the mirth rushed over her like a tidal wave.

Apparently he had hit the jackpot already...

"How cute~. The princess of hell has a laugh button on her belly~. That information alone would be worth a live broadcast, don't you think?"

His continued teasing made it so much worse and she almost jumped out of her own skin when the remaining fingers of his hand started moving as well.

"Let's see if I can find any more buttons like that," he whispered playfully into her ear and as his claws scratched gently over her shirt, it happened: a noise that sounded like the bleating of a young goat escaped from her throat; so loud that it filled the entire radio tower. The hand on her belly immediately came to a halt and Charlie, completely shocked by the sound herself, clapped her own hands over her mouth.

An awkward silence suddenly fell over the small radio station and Charlie felt like her head was going to explode from embarrassment at any moment. And it didn't get any better when Alastor started laughing. Quietly at first, but then louder and louder and more and more unabashedly, until the Radio Demon's own eyes were filled with tears of joy.

"What in the unholy hell was that?" he asked through his fit of highly amused laughter.

Charlie didn't answer, kept her face turned away from him and hidden behind her hands. She simply couldn't and wouldn't look him in the face at that moment. It was just embarrassing! It was rare for sounds like that to escape her throat and so far only her father had managed to do that when he had been fooling around with her many years ago. She had thought that it wouldn’t happen again. But apparently she had thought wrong...

Claws broke through her thoughts, tickling her sides and catapulting her back into a fit of laughter in a matter of seconds.

"Do that again," she heard Alastor say excitedly, but she wouldn't give him that satisfaction again. She squirmed wildly back and forth, managing to turn around on top of him and quickly hide her bright red face in his chest.

But Alastor was stubborn. He kept tickling her with both hands now, looking for that one spot that would elicit that sound from her again and sure enough, his claws found that one spot one more time. Charlie's fingers clawed into his shirt, as she laughed into his chest and as the claws grazed the sides of her belly, the bleating of a young goat mingled with her laughter once more. And again, and again, and again, until Alastor was forced to stop tickling her, as he was laughing almost as hard as she was by now.

"Stop laughing, Al! That’s not funny!" Charlie grumbled into his chest, as the Radio Demon doubled over in laughter. He held her with one hand so that she wouldn't fall off him and Charlie couldn't help but join in his laughter. It just sounded so contagious to her and the whole situation was so stupid and maybe it was exactly what she needed after all the stress of the last few months. Just letting go, laughing, having fun and forgetting about all the bad things that had happened...

And from the looks of it, Alastor was feeling no different. He seemed to have been through a lot too...and he was probably still going through a lot. When she thought about it, she had rarely seen a genuine smile on his face. One, that even reached his eyes. When she looked up at him briefly and shyly, she saw the cheerful laughter not only on his lips but also in his eyes. Something that filled her heart with great joy. And he seemed to feel the same way, considering that his cute little deer tail was wagging excitedly the whole time, as she managed to get a short glimpse at it, when he was slightly bending forward in mirthful laughter...

"And how funny that is hahahaha! The Princess of Hell sounds like a goat when she is being tickled too much, oh, that's too good!" he said, wiping a small tear from the corner of his eye with his free hand.

A growl escaped Charlie's throat, which didn’t go unnoticed by Alastor and his laughter died down to giggling. He was looking down at her, as she lifted her face from his chest and looked him in the face again. Staring up at him darkly, she growled once more, before sitting up straight and jabbing her index finger gently into his chest, careful not to hit the scar hidden underneath his clothing.

"Damn big words for someone who barks like a fucking deer when he's being tickled in the right places!"

Abruptly, Alastor's giggles died down and it was now his turn to growl and Charlie to smirk, as he scowled at her.

"I don't bark like a deer!"

"Oh no?"

Charlie very quickly convinced him otherwise, because when she slipped her hands under his arms and moved her fingers, he threw his head back in loud laughter and it wasn't long before the loud, barking sound of an alarmed deer stole itself from his throat, followed by a loud snort, which now made his cheeks catching fire from embarrassment.

"Ha, see? I was right! You sound like a fucking deer!"

He growled darkly, as he managed to grab her hands and holding them away from his body, before looking straight into her eyes.

“You just dug your own grave, my dear…”

A massive shudder ran through Charlie's own body, as she saw how radio dials appeared in his now black eyes and how his antlers started growing, which was never a good sign!

Without saying another word, he spun her around, pressed her back against his chest with one arm and moved even closer to his control panel. She could feel his breath on her neck and she could practically hear the sadistic grin in his next words, as he whispered "Speak clearly into the microphone, sweetheart~," into her ear, while his free hand pushed the button with the "On Air" symbol...

It had been a tough day of shooting for Angel Dust and he was glad when he stepped through the front door and saw his favorite bartender, cleaning some glasses. With a smug grin, Angel sauntered over to the bar, sat down on one of the bar stools and gave Husker a cheeky look, who only commented this with his usual eye roll.

"Are you alone, whiskers? Where did the others go?"

"Hopefully far away..." the bartender answered with a low growl in his voice, which made Angel laugh.

"Good mood as ever, eh?"

"Can you blame me, with all you weirdos around?"

Angel was about to say something appropriate as a reply, but he didn't get that far, when suddenly the intercom speakers and the old radio, that Alastor had placed in the lobby, came to life all over the hotel.

"What the...?!"

That was all the porn star could get out, when shortly afterwards loud laughter filled the entire hotel, interrupted here and there by Alastor's highly amused voice.

"Greetings to all sinners who can hear me. The latest news from the Hazbin Hotel: not even the Princess of Hell is safe from the wrath of the Radio Demon. Listen carefully to what will happen if you dare to mess with me."

His voice was interrupted by a loud squeal from Charlie, which was immediately followed by loud, but happy laughter.

"Well, I have to admit that's not really my style, as you're used to a very different broadcast from me. One with less laughter and more of this..."

A loud scream from Charlie was heard and her laughter faded into silence for a few seconds.

"...but a little variety in my broadcast really doesn't hurt, don't you think so too, my dear listeners?"

Another loud burst of laughter was heard and something seemed to fall over in the background.

"Oh no, no, no Charlie. You can't just knock over my microphone. That's pretty rude. Our listeners want to hear you, so I ask you kindly to speak clearly into the microphone...if you can still do that, of course."

More squealing was heard, which turned into hysterically giggling and Alastor’s sinister laughter mingled with the mirthful sounds.

“What`s that? Did I find another sweet spot of yours? Right here on your siiiiiiides~? You’re shaking your head? But how can you deny this? I can clearly see how much it makes you giggle when I drag my claws slooooooowly down your sides. Just like that~.”

More happy squealing from Charlie and amused laughter from Alastor was heard.

“How about I check how ticklish you are under your arms? I am sure our listeners want to know about that too, right? Now let’s see…Ohhh, it seems like you’re even more ticklish here, hmm?”

“G-get your hands out of thehehehere!”

“I am afraid I can’t do that. They seem stuck there now. Why don’t you just lift your arms a little to help me? Or…should I try to wriggle them out? Mayyyyyybe like…that?”

Loud shrieking was the response to Alastor's question, followed by almost hysterical sounding giggling.

“Oho, what is that? Did you just try to bite me, my dear? Oh, I can’t have that. Maybe I should bite you back for that impudence? And I must say…this neck of yours looks delicious. Let me get a little taste…”

Charlie’s giggling quickly rose in volume and pitch, as playful growling sounds mingled with her happy giggling and it sounded like a knee colliding with a wooden table.

“S-stohohohohop ihihihihit!!”

“Stop? But Charlie, dear. We just started~. And how can I stop when you’re giving me such a wonderful broad smile, hm?”

More loud and sugar sweet squealing was heard from Charlie.

“Oh no, no, don’t hide your pretty face from me. Come on, Charlie. Let me see that cute smile of yours…aha, there it is. Now keep your hands away from your face and stay close to the microphone, will you? After all, our listeners are eager to hear you.”

“Nohohohoho! T-turn it ohohohoff!!”

“Now, why would I do such a thing, hmm?”

“I-it’s embarassihihihihng!”

“Well, maybe you should have thought about this before messing with me?”

“I a-already sahahhaid I was s-sohohohohorry!”

“Oh, I know. But I am not convinced yet. But I am sure you will be sorry, once we are done here.”

The sounds of a fist, hitting repeatedly against a table was heard.

“Now, come on, my dear. It’s not my desk’s fault that you are so ticklish~.”

“Y-you are evil!” Charlie managed to press out between her giggles.

“Heh, tell me something I don’t already know. And now hush. Less talking and more laughing~.”

He must have targeted a sweet spot, for Charlie’s giggling rose in volume and pitch.

“Awww, if you could see her now…she looks soooo adorable~. Especially with that deep blush on her face. But at least you can hear her. Buuuuut I personally think we should change the volume of that giggling of hers, don’t you think? Turning it into laughter again. Mayyyyybe if I tickle riiiiiiiiiiiight here…”

“NAHAHAHA! A-ALASTOHOHOHOR! DOHOHOHOHN’T!!!” Charlie screeched and her giggling quickly turned into full blown belly laughter.

“That’s much better. Keep on laughing, my ticklish, little darling. Make this to the sweetest broadcast hell has ever heard~.”

Angel raised an eyebrow questioningly, as he turned his face back to Husker, who could only roll his eyes at what he was hearing.

"What's wrong with these two? Are they on drugs?" the spider demon asked as another loud shriek cut the air, followed by a very amused sounding "Oho, we have a little squirmer here too. How cuuuuuute~," from Alastor.

“I don’t even ask anymore…” the bartender growled, as he listened to Charlie’s and Alastor’s laughter.

“I thought he was a monster, feared by everybody in hell?”

“Oh, he is, buddy. Better be careful when you’re around him. I am sure he has given you a taste of the monster that’s sleeping inside of him when you were messing with him last night, right?”

Angel shuddered at the memories.

“Don’t remind me…” he murmured.

Another loud shriek echoed through the lobby and Husker rolled his eyes, as Alastor’s slightly sadistic laughter reached his ears right afterwards.

“He is only going soft on her. If it was you or me up there, he would broadcast our screams all over hell, while torturing us slowly to death. I still remember his old broadcasts. In one of them he was asking his victim which finger he should bite off first. You can be glad that he didn’t do anything like this to you after what you’ve done last night.”

“Okay, okay. Got it. No messing around with him. Understood.”

“You better keep this in mind, kid.”

A loud banging sound was heard again and more slightly hysterical laughter from Charlie, as Alastor seemed to find all of her worst spots by now.

“I thought I was clear about you not knocking my microphone over? If you don’t want to listen to me, you have to deal with the consequences, sweetheart~. Let’s see how loud I can make you laugh and maybe, just maybe, I can make you bleat like a goat one more time…”

"I need a drink..." Husker said, grumbling, shaking his head, as Charlie's loud, but happy, laughter continued to echo throughout the entire hotel and was shortly interrupted by the sound of a bleating goat.

“Make it two…” Angel replied and he could only sit there and shake his head in amusement, as he kept listening to Alastor’s broadcast.

What Charlie didn't realize at this moment, was the fact that Alastor had only put her on live through the hotel speakers, so only Husker and Angel could hear her.

The Radio Demon may be a sadist when it came to others, but there were very small exceptions that could soften his otherwise cold heart...and Charlie had become one of those exceptions for him in his time at the Hazbin Hotel...

The Tickle Tax

A/N: I had a random urge to write something and I found this in my drafts- Decided to finish it up and post it :D I’ve been meaning to make some content for the spiderbros considering I love them sm- HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY !!

It had been a fairly peaceful morning for the spiderbros, which for them was like finding a needle in a haystack.. but a very VERY small one. The youngest spider was in his room, on his phone mostly just playing games, responding to the occasional text from a friend. What he couldn’t expect from this morning was to be charged with a very important bill..

His eyes shot up at the sound of the door suddenly opening, Peter 3 walking through with his hands on his hips in a playfully angry way. “Alright, cmon. Pay up bud.” He said, making a ‘pay me’ gesture with his hand just to add to it. “..What??” Peter 1 slightly raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by the sudden request as he placed his phone to the side. “What do you mean? Ihim not even 18 yet!”

“Well, they still demand the money, young sir! Please pay up now or I will get my lawyers involved!” Three said in a playful lady voice, getting a giggle out of the youngest. “Ihihi don’t have the mohohey!” He giggled out, backing away from him until he was at the end of the bed. “Well then, if you’re not able to pay in money.. You could pay another way..” The older brother teases, immediately giving One the hint when the wiggly fingers came in. His brown eyes widening. “..You have five seconds.”

Peter 1 took those 5 seconds as a luxury as he scrambled out of the bed, falling on the carpeted floor before returning to his feet and quickly sprinting out of the room, giggling while hearing his older brother behind him. “We got a runner! He’s got brown curly hair, and an adorable little giggle!” Peter 3 yelled, muffling his voice like an intercom while One squealed and quickly turned a corner. Quickly closing the door behind him and rushing into the closet, closing the doors and hiding behind all the hung up shirts. Slapping his hands over his mouth as he heard the door open, swallowing back more laughter when Peter 3 came in with his hands formed into a fake gun. “..Coast is clear, search the area!” He says into his fake intercom, hiding a shit eating grin when he heard familiar bubbly giggles from the closet. “Hmm.. I think we might’ve found our criminal mastermind righttt…”

“HERE!”

Three swung the closet doors open, grabbing the young spider who screeched when he was playfully thrown onto the bed. Giggling and trying to crawl away but being dragged back in by his brother, squawking as ten evil fingers vibrated into his sides. “AAAAHAHAHEEE!!- T-THREEhehehAHEEE!!!” He cackled out, kicking his legs and squirming like a worm. “I noticed you’ve been getting away with not getting tickled at ALL this week, so I had a talk with the tax payer and he said you owe gasp! 5 raspberries!?” “WHAHAHAT!?” The youngest squealed out, snorting up a storm when his brother’s fingers danced across his tummy. “Nononohoho leHEHEMEHE GOHOHOO!!”

“No can do, Uno! This is what happens to little spiders who don’t pay their bills!” The older man growled, pulling the young spider into a bear trap hug with a playful smirk. Peter 1 kicking his legs and squirming like a fish on a hook, his nervous giggles being interrupted by a loud squeal when Three blew a raspberry into the crook of his neck. Causing his younger brother to thrash and snort, a big dimpled grin glued onto his face. “HYAHAAHAHAA!!- NAHAHAHA THREEHEHEHEEEE!!- snort YoHOu AHAAASS!!” He cried out, getting a playful gasp out of the man.

“..WHAT did you call me!?”

“W-Wawawahait I-I didn’t mean it I-I sweheHEHEAAAA!!” His desperate attempts at apologies were cut short when Peter 3 buried his face into his tummy, blowing a big raspberry on the kid’s tummy button which elicited a girly shriek from him. “NAHAHAHAAA!!- THREEHEHEHEEE STAHAHAA!! snort snort” He squealed out, pulling a chuckle from the older spiderman. “Wohow, 2 in a row!? Man, just WAIT till dos hears this!” He laughed, poking around One’s tummy. “Hmm.. If my calculations are correct.. gasp you still owe 3 more raspberries!” Peter 1’s eyes bugged out hearing the number, being quick to try and scramble away however just being dragged back.

“Ah ah ah! You’re not running away on my watch!” He teased, blowing a prickly raspberry on the kids spine while his shirt was still lifted. Pulling a squeal from the spider’s lungs while he arched his back. Kicking his legs and squirming from side to side. “Come on, 2 more bud!” Three chuckled, dipping down to blow a raspberry on the kids side next.. ending it all off with one final one on his ribs. Lifting his head and leaving the poor kid in stitches, unable to stop giggling while his older bro rubbed his back.

“You still with me, Uno?” He giggled, the younger spider nodding as he flipped on his back. His face flushed while the grin on it had not come off. “..W-Whyhy did yohou- snort do thahahatt…” He whined, Peter 3 laughing as he ruffled his hair. “First rule of this household. Taxes and debts must always be paid.” He smiled, helping him up. Both of them jumping when the door suddenly opened. “Hey, I ordered some pizza and- woah… Seems you two were busy, huh?” Peter 2 chuckled seeing One’s disheveled hair and pink face. “He attempted tax fraud.” Peter 3 stated, Two rolling his eyes playfully. “..Well, better get down here before the pizza goes cold.”

Peter one wondered when his next payment would be…