The Rise and Fall

Prinxiety ship, tickles of course. I just had a lil ~inspiration~ and really needed to write! Thought I’d submit it in. Hope you like it! ~Bun

Prompt; A pun from Morality dooms a friend.

Morality squeaked as Logic ended their round of Word games, hiding his blushing faced. Logic pushed up his glasses, hiding a smirk. They were sat on the floor facing one another and had been going back and forth like so for a while, Prince quietly observing while he pet a dozing Anxiety.

“I win.”
“That’s not fair, you took me by surprise with that!”
“Isn’t that the point of they game?”
“No! Well, yes, but not how you did that!!”
“How about we start again and you can demonstrate how I’m supposed to win. If you can. I’ll even let you start.”
“I can’t think of a word now, you’ve fogged up my brain!”

Prince chuckled at the two, finding their jokey bickering quite sweet and amusing. Logic glanced up, acknowledging him.
“How about you give us a word to start with, Roman?”

He stretched, disturbing the dark figure on his lap, who grunted half heartedly. Prince ponderes for a second, then smiled.
“You already said the perfect word! Roman.”
“Of course you’d go for yourself.”
Roman chuckled lightly. “What? Is it not good enough?”
“I guess I could work with that… Empire.”
“Ah like the Roman empire! I see what you did there, that was almost pun worthy!”
“It was not.”
“Was to!”
“Was not.”
“Was to!”

They carried on, Prince giggling at the two. Anxiety yawned and stretched, unable to carry on his slumber with all the ruckus.

“Are you guys seriously arguing again…? It’s impossible for peace with you two around. What is it even about this time?”
Logic looked up at the sleepy side.

“The Roman Empire.”
“…Why do I feel like you started this?”
Anxiety stared at Prince with accusing eyes, poking him in the ribs. He gave a small yelp, falling away from Anxiety.

“Oh my goodness, we just witnessed the rise and fall of the Roman Empire! Hehehe!” Morality chortled. Anxiety smirked, peering down at his lover with danger in his eyes. Prince raised his hands up, eyes widening in panic as he realised he just revealed a huge weakness that Anxiety seemed to want to use against him.
“Wait, I didn’t mean to start it! They asked for a word, all I did was give them one!”

Anxiety raised a single finger, waving it above Prince.
“And you just had to be witty about it. You could have said any word, but no, it has to be you. I’m sure they’d still be playing their game quietly if you didn’t say your own name.”
“No! Right, guys? Heheh, you’d have gotten bored by now!”

Logic fiddled with his tie, in thought.
“Hmmm. No. I very much like Word games, and it’s easy to entertain Morality. We probably could have gone on much longer.”
Morality nodded enthusiastically in agreement. Anxiety suddenly poked Prince, making him squeak and pay attention.

“See? And this is what happens when you wake a sleeping dragon, Princey. You fall.”

With that he dug in. Prince let out an ear ringing squeal as Anxiety skittered his fingertips up his sides. He shot his hands down to protect him, but the darker trait was surprisingly fast. Every time Prince thought he had managed to protect a spot, Anxiety’s hand was somewhere else in an instant. If he tried to protect his tummy Anxiety attacked his side, if he protected his sides he skittered up to his ribs, and so on. He waved a hand at the other too desperately.

“Well, if you’re such a strong, skilled prince, you should have the ability to protect yourself, or pry Anxiety off of you, correct? You shouldn’t need Our help, Morality and I don’t know the first thing about combat.”

Prince shook his head laughing wildly as Anxiety found a sweet spot below his ribs and exploited it without hesitation.
“Aaaawwww, You’re laugh is so cute! And he’s blushing, aw look Logan, he’s blushing!”

Prince tried to turn his head, wanting to hide his face. The knowledge of his blush was only making it worse, especially as Morality had a slight teasing tone in his voice. His head was pushed back towards the others, however, as Anxiety started a cruel onslaught of tickly nibbles and kisses along Prince’s neck. Anxiety would huff every now and again, as if it was wasting his breath, but really it was to send a tickly blow at Prince’s sensitive ears. To make matters worse, Prince’s body still buzzed with the ghost of Anxiety’s intense tickle attack there, but at least Prince could regain breath through his giggling.

“Ahahahanx! Pleheheaaase, I’m sorrryyyyy!”
“Mmmnnoo. I don’t think you really are.” Anxiety mumbled through Prince’s skin, sending ticklish wave across his neck.
“I ahahaham! I swear! Pleheheheease, it tickles sohoho bahahad!”
“mmmmnmnmnmnmnmmmnnoo, can’t be that bad. You’re only giggling.”

He tilted his head back in defeat and surrendered himself to the stream of giggles that plagued him. Anxiety hid his smirk behind more kisses, being sure to completely cover all the skin he can reach. As Prince’s giggles faded it turndd to content humming, enjoying the closeness of Anxiety, and the warmth of his breath against his neck.
“It appears the Prince’s weakness is neck kisses. We better keep Anxiety on hand if Prince is ever to turn to villainy.”

Prince realised how the other two didn’t restart their game, and the fact he was the centre of attention during Anxiety’s tickle torture made the crimson on his cheeks more noticeable.
“AWWWWW, he’s as red as a rose!! Who knew Princey could be so cute??”
“You should probably go turn the heating down, Patty. According to Prince’s face, it’s far too hot in here.”
“Shut up, smartypants!“
“I find that incredibly rude, Anxiety control your boyfriend.”

Anxiety muttered “K” into Prince’s neck, and took a deep breath.



Prince shrieked, latching onto Anxiety’s shoulder and pushing him away, laughing hysterically. Anxiety just watched him, yawning as if tickling his lover had tired Him out instead of Prince. He gently pushed Prince’s arms away, and they fell, weakened from the brutal attack. Anxiety laid down ontop on Prince, his head against his chest, listening to his fluttering heartbeat.
“If you move too much I will tickle your sides. I’m in perfect range to do it.”

Prince lent his head back so his slowly fading giggling wouldn’t disturb his tormentor, and put a hand against their back. And soon, the same hand was rubbing soothingly as Anxiety once again napped the afternoon away with Prince while the other two traits carried on with their Word games, the peace restored.


Happy birthday Bree! This is for you, ily and I hope you like it :) Its just pure and sweet Logicality fluff!

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Who the Signs will fall for: (check your moon sign too)

Aries: The funny and light hearted one

Taurus: The bossy but sweet one..

Gemini: The logical and ambitious one..

Cancer: The mysterious and strong

Leo: The unique and beautiful one…

Virgo: The clumsy and cute one…..

Libra: The fun and adventurous one..

Scorpio: The loving and social one…

Sagittarius: The charming and kind one..

Capricorn: The competitive and brave one..

Aquarius: The confident and smart one..

Pisces: The responsible and realistic one….

Auston Matthews- stages

Request:  Can you do an imagine where the reader is a woc and plays collegiate field hockey and she catches Auston Matthews eyes during a game and then see each other again when he comes across her game and they talk after the game. I want this to go through stages of their relationship: first date, first kiss, him asking her to be his girlfriend, meeting his teammates, going to one of her games, making their relationship public, first fight and making up, and comforting him after the playoff loss

Author’s notes: Okay I won’t lie I was kind of nervous about this one because it seemed intense. But I love this request so much. With that being said it’s hands down going to be a multi-parter. There’s no way I could have done your idea justice at all in one part nor would I have wanted to. I wanted to explore each stage and doing it justice. I wanted to include the fact that the reader is a woc more thoroughly and I didn’t want to brush over that either. Although I don’t feel like I did that part justice in this one, but I promise to work on it! I really hope you like this because I’m actually kind of proud. 


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Now that I am back on board the SS SamCait, I am not going to lament on the mind games of the past few weeks. But I do want to explain why I am here….

Friends first! If you haven’t noticed, this is one hell of community. From the sweet to the snarky, logical to the diabolical, and observers to the players…..all of us have a place. And what I have noticed more than anything these past weeks is the sense of closeness and TOGETHERNESS we all share. We might see things through a different lens, but in the end, we support that fully. And when one is threatened, the ranks close so fast and furious, it would put Vikings to shame! There is no doubt that everyone on the ship or the shore has varying degrees of tolerance, but we shut it down when feel that anyone of us is treated unfairly. It is what friends do….even virtual ones.

So, imagine Sam and Cait on their own ship. Whether they are in a romantic relationship or not, AND I THINK THEY ARE (only for the people who weren’t sure of my position), they have shown, and said time and time and time again how close they are, and how lucky they were to have each other. If nothing else, that level of love and respect has shown us that they would do anything for each other, and this cluster is proving it. The very fact that Sam has virtually shut down all SM communication, and Cait has been primarily silent is glaring. And, that tweet to her today???…he would NEVER not acknowledge her, and did it the only way he publicly can right now. And that phone that never left her hand last night?…I would bet money on who was listening on the other end.

So, while I don’t like the mind games or this jacked up game of Whack-A-Mole, I am cutting them some slack. Not because I am excusing them for some of their own stuff, but because someone is firing on them with heavier ammo than what we are seeing. And, I have no doubt they have each other’s back, and are very much ensconced in their world, whatever it is right now. In the words of Sam about Cait at the beginning of S3….“It’s like a death in the family. It has been different and I don’t enjoy it”. I feel ya Sam….I feel ya’! I am betting neither of them are enjoying some things right now, but are doing the best they can. And, I am betting they are closer than ever, which is good for us….eventually!!

Shipping on sweet shipsters. I am going back to those Barbie, Ken and Skipper gifs and laugh my ass off. Muuuwhaaa!😙


Patton and Logan have stargazing nights every weekend. They have a telescope on the roof and they lay on a blanket and watch the stars for hours on end just basking in the vast sky and each others presence. Logan names each of the constellations and explains the stories behind them to Patton. And Patton just loves listening to Logan geek about space and stars.

One starry night when Logan asked Patton which was his favourite constellation, Patton answered with “Orion”, followed by “and you.” Logan would to this day deny that he blushed way harder than was necessary.

Chapter 1/2 - It's A Fucking Art - Weconqueratdawn - Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

So I needed to write something cute and fluffy in the midst of working on my @radiance-anthology submission. This is it :)

Rating - Mature
Words - 1,200 / 3,000
Tags - Non-Sexual Bondage, Shibari, Fluff and Humour, Misunderstandings, Established Relationship
Summary - Adam asks Nigel if he knows how to tie people up. Nigel misunderstands. Twice.

“Nigel, do you know how to tie people up?”

Nigel barely paused. He had learned to trust that Adam’s questions always had their own sweet logic. “'Course I do, darlin’.” He pulled his mouth to the side and swiped the razor down the other cheek. “Just give me some duct tape and I’ll tie up anyone you want.”

That was the exact moment the subject of their conversation reared up and hit him in the face. Understanding bloomed bright and sharp and clear. Every muscle in his body stiffened.

He flicked a glance towards Adam in the mirror, who was standing in the doorway, watching Nigel shave. He didn’t look upset or worried or anything which could cause Nigel concern.

But still. It was concerning.

Keeping his voice as light as possible, Nigel said, “Who do you need tying up, sweetheart, and what did they do?”

Adam smiled quietly, and shuffled a little closer. “Only me,” he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “I don’t need to be tied up, though. I’d just like it if you could.” He frowned and bit his lip. “But not with duct tape. With rope. Can you?”

@fragile-teacup @wrathofthestag fairly sure I remember you both asked to be tagged? *brain is useless*

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FFXV Week Day 4: Favourite Pairing/Bromance // Recipeh // Ravus Nox Fleuret

A scene that never happened in-game: Noct and Luna having some quiet time for themselves, Noct using Prompto’s photos to tell Luna about all the shenanigans adventures they had on their journey so far.

I actually enjoyed all their scenes together (and some flashbacks) and found the communication via an exchange diary a sweet idea and a logical one because electronic messages can easily be pried upon if you have the right technology, whereas for an exchange diary guarded by magical floofy doggos and an Astral Inkognito this is much more difficult to do. The scenes showed how much they care about, trust and respect each other and ultimately that’s what I like to see in a relationship. Plus, this pairing has surprisingly little fan art, so… 

And as for romance? Well, I want that too.
I want to fall asleep next to you, 100 times a night,
so I can know you 100 times better before we hit the day light. And despite all of this,
I also want amnesia so I can relive each kiss with a perfect newness
that leaves me smashed in the arms of rapture. I want the sky to fracture under
the impossible weight of an apology because I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I want so much.
I’m sorry that I’m using “I’m sorry” as a crutch to lean on for so long
but if you sing me that song of sweet logic again then I promise to make the effort
to stand on my own. There is a reason that our hearts are more like a muscle
and less like a bone. I’ve known so many people who’ve have grown up flexing
in front of mirrors and falling for their own reflection as if that’s adequate but that’s bullshit.
Because we only get now until the time we go and if they’ve only got time to love themselves
then nobody is going to be around to hear the sound of their heartbeat echo.
So lady, don’t expect an apology when I tell you I’m only held together
by a heart that pumps blue, it’s the strongest muscle in my body and I’m flexing it for you.
—  Shane Koyczan

You know how a lot of those “I need motivation to not kill anyone today” “I can’t/you can’t ____ in prison” things are really sweet or logical?

Me: “I need motivation not to straight up kill this man”
Friend: “You look really shitty in orange, not to mention a jumpsuit. Guess what prison makes you wear?”

TL;DR: make sure you say that to a friend who won’t fuckign drag you