Love and War...

CURRENTLY ON HAITUS!! NSFW artwork and fanfiction! I post mostly TF2 and Overwatch, but there's no holds barred here whatever I'm fixated on today is what you get! 😁 Caden, 24, they/them A03: J0rn Avatar Picture drawn by @ticklefortress

[oated]

[autisticexpression]

Mormons are the most unintentionally hilarious people. I love this.

[threecirclingbuzzards]

Y’know what? Fuck you. *Plays an acoustic guitar version of your leitmotif to show you still have tenderness and care in your heart, and compassion for others*

[sharklights]

yeah? well fuck YOU *plays a music box version of your leitmotif to show that this is your home and its comfortable and nostalgic here*

[threecirclingbuzzards]

No, piss off! *plays your leitmotif with immense reverb and a toned-down synth sound to show that nostalgia can also be about loss of what never truly was, a reflection of a reflection and a false memory of a false memory*

[sharklights]

ok, boomer. *plays your leitmotif using discordant synth bass to display your spiral into villainy after you discover that your memories were a fabricated illusion that were created just to keep you complacent, and how that information is destroying you*

[threecirclingbuzzards]

How many times do I have to teach you this lesson, old man? *plays your leitmotif in harmony with my own, intensity of both changing as our climactic battle’s balance shifts back and forth, eventually leaving only one with long, low pauses to musically represent our mutual struggle to overtake the other, yet not being able to exist in full without them.*

[sharklights]

oh, you’re going to regret that! *plays your leitmotif on piano in short, soft notes to show that you’re being worn down, and that your energy is at a low, but with a steadily rising bassline that foreshadows your upcoming second form*

[threecirclingbuzzards]

[tamamita]

I thought you were all talking about Jojo part 1, cause I keep hearing Jonathan and vampires. Sad!

[the-morose-musings-of-mewaddlee]

[tamamita]

I thought you were all talking about Jojo part 1, cause I keep hearing Jonathan and vampires. Sad!

[the-morose-musings-of-mewaddlee]

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Hey all! I'm not dead! (I don't think...)

Anyway, even though I haven't had much time to do any writing, or much of anything while I've been working on getting my car with no airbags fixed and moving across the country, I did do one cool thing:

SpaceCadetCaden is an independent artist creating amazing designs for great products such as t-shirts, stickers, posters, and phone cases.

I started a Redbubble Store! There's not much there yet, but if you're able, I'd love it if you could check it out! 💜

Thanks for your continued support even though I've been absent and apparently dying XD

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Anyway, here's a link to sign the petition, I've got more information shared on my main blog @j0rnbl0g if you want more info on donating!

http://chng.it/gLwbjygtQF

Sign the Petition

Justice for George Floyd

[chmkysii-deactivated20210925]

Here’s a wholesome samefaction EngieSpy piece :D Based on this here fanfic https://thetriggeredhappy.tumblr.com/post/190830299922/27-giggly-kiss-with-engiespy-please by the very talented writer @thetriggeredhappy !! If you like SniperScout I’d absolutely reccomend heading over to their AO3 theres some quality stuff there 👌 Dude, your EngieSpy stuff just makes me go wAAA QWQ Keep up the excellent work! Love your stuff

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

So uh. I just got kicked out and I have until the end of the month to find another living situation so if anyone is interested in an emergency writing commission like... Hmu fam I'm desperate.

I'll write almost anything for Pokemon, tf2, overwatch, basically the only things I won't write are real people, incest, and underaged ships because that's nasty but like. I've basically written it all.

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Who needs some very evil tickles from the other?

Vote Now! [Bede] [Hop]

Hey I know no one is going to see this probably but it's gonna be up for, oh, a few days at least, but I want to see what you guys think? Lmk! Vote! Help to choose their fates!

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Send me a tool and a character and I'll make I little thing for them!

It might be a hot second before I'm able to upload anything spectacular while I get ahead on my homework this weekend, so until then I'll drop some headcanons or a paragraph about this when I take my brain breaks!

I know there's a lot of Pokemon on this blog rn but if you're looking for something special, I'll tag a few fandoms I'm familiar with (and if you followed me here you basically know what I like XD)

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Hey y'all, thanks for sticking with me while I get my shit figured out!! I promise I haven't forgotten about the prompts on the other blog, I just wanted to do some personal writing for my current hyperfixation to get myself back into the swing of things. Hope you're enjoying them, I'll continue to re-upload old stories as I'm able, answer old prompts, and write a few personal wants as I go! Not sure if I'll have time tonight to do anything but when the weekend comes I'll have time for sure! 💜

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

No Autographs, Please!

"Raihan get away from me!" Leon bounded over the couch, ducking down behind it and trying to army-crawl under the table.

"Come on, Champ! Don't run away!" The dragon tamer laughed, grabbing at his ankles playfully and giving him a tug. "Don't you want my autograph?!"

Leon struggled to pull his ankle away, admittedly not as hard as he could have. "No I don't want your autograph! Let me go!" His voice was strained with suppressed giggles, threatening to break loose at any second.

Raihan smirked and yanked his foot a little closer, clicking the pen mischievously. "Are you suuuuuure about that?"

"YES IM SURE RAIHAN LET GO OF MY FOOT!"

That was all the invitation he needed to scribble a quick signature across Leon's sole, giggling as the Champion let out a squeaky cry as laughter overtook him. "NO RAHAHAHAHAIHAN!"

"Oh, that one looks terrible." Raihan fake frowned and scribble it out, leaving Leon squealing and flopping like a Magikarp out of water. "Let me try again."

"NO NOT AGAIN!"

He scribbled another signature on his arch, before scribbling that one out too. "I need more practice come here!"

Leon managed to free his ankle and started trying to crawl under the table. "Get away from me! Youhoo monster!"

"Monster!?" Raihan pretended to be offended. "How cruel! Keep talking like that you might turn me into a monster..." He pounced on top of him when he tried to sneak out the other side. "A tickle monster!"

Leon gasped and struggled, trying but not trying to push him off. "Oh noho!"

"Now Lee, I need you to lay nice and still while I practice my signature!" He snickered, watching Leon's face flush with embarrassment.

"Noooooo!"

Raihan gathered both of Leon's wrists in one hand and started raising his shirt with the other. "Squishy canvas!" He teased and poked at Leon's belly, eliciting squeals from the shorter man.

Once he was sufficiently wound up, Raihan started scribbling the pen all over Leon's stomach, not having trouble holding onto him as he went limp with boisterous laughter. "AHAHAHA AHH STAHAHAP IT YOUHOO JEHEHERK!"

"Jerk?!"

Leon tried to curl up, but was knocked flat by a deadly raspberry to his ribs. "WAHAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHAHAIHAN STAHAHAP AHA MEHEHERCY! I GIHIVE I GIHIHIVE!"

Raihan giggled and let him catch his breath. "You might not lose at Pokemon battles, but you're sure pants with tickle fights!"

Leon growled and pouted.

"Maybe this is how I win against you next time we battle..." Raihan mused playfully, prodding his sides.

Leon squeaked. "You're mean!"

The dragon tamer flopped down on top of the Champion and laughed, closing his eyes. "You love me..."

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Rose kept the feather stroking back and forth across the Champion's helpless feet, soft eyes looking him over with a calm, collected smile. "Oh, Leon... Someday you simply must learn to be on time..."

Leon was past the point of exhaustion, his deep bellowing laugh had been reduced to pathetic whimpering, his body twitching against the Ferroseed's vines that kept him still. "P-plehease..." He whined. "I--i--m s-sorry..." The feather might be unbearable for him, but he was thankful for the break from Rose's full on assault, hoping if he apologized enough, he'd be let go. He couldn't take another round of "cleaning" by Rose's Cinccino's unbearably fluffy tail.

"Hm... If you were sorry, you would be on time." He brushed the stray strand of hair out of his face, never breaking the "it hurts me more than it hurts you" act. "Now I have to go deal with work I'm behind on from punishing you." He scolded. "Oleana, take over for me please."

Leon's eyes went wide. "What? No! No no no please I'm sorry I'm sorry I won't be late again not that!"

Oleana pulled a chair up next to him, grinning. "Champions don't beg, Leon... It's unbecoming of you really." She cooed, dragging her long red nails up his soles and eliciting a shriek of laughter from him.

"ROHOHOSE ROHOHOSE PLEHEHEASE!"

The door slammed shut, and as if on cue, Oleana dug into his arches, scribbling mercilessly and watching as the Champion squealed and laughed, thrashing uselessly. Each spot gave her a new, beautiful reaction, her favorites were his toes, he would jolt as if electrocuted and let out the most pitiful squealing giggles she'd ever heard.

"Who's going to be on time to the next meeting?" She cooed softly, watching him blush even darker.

"AHAHAHA I WOHOHONT BE LAHAHATE!"

"That didn't answer my question..." She giggled, pulling apart two toes with one hand and scratching between them with her nail on the other.

Leon let out a small gasp before going rigid, silently screaming at the sensation.

She stopped finally, waiting for his response.

Leon gasped greedily, as if air was going out of style. "I... I'll be on time... I won't be late... I swear..."

She smiled. "That's what I like to hear!" She leaned down and picked up a bottle of baby oil, looking at Leon's horrified face with a devilish smirk. "Now this time, we'll get you saying it like you mean it..."

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Radio/Video

I'm on mobile, forgive me, here's some Raihan/Piers drabble bull because I'm anxious :)

*****

"Rai..?" His voice sounded so small in the dark, so unlike his performance voice, even though he knew the camera was on him. His toes curled, and he tugged on the cuffs.

There was no answer.

"Raihan..!" He hated that panic was rising in his chest, he knew he was safe but he wasn't used to feeling so venerable. He shook his head slightly, as if it would shake off the blindfold. He was thankful he has made Raihan promise not to use a gag.

"I'm here, luv... What's wrong?" He looked over at the bed, he had been so focused on setting up the camcorder Raihan hadn't heard Piers at first.

He relaxed, but his heart was still racing. "Touch me... Please..."

Raihan was at his side in a second, hands on the sides of his face, stroking his cheekbones with gentle thumbs, kissing his forehead sweetly. "I'm here luv, I'm here. I won't leave you alone." He smiled as the rocker was soothed with a touch.

Piers pressed into his palm and exhaled. "Alright... And you promise this is just for you? You're not going to show it to anyone?"

"Promise. It's just for me. My own private concert..." Raihans hands moved down to Piers' chest, before stroking down his ribs and making him squeak.

"H-hey!"

Raihan chuckled, looking up and winking at the camcorder before scribbling his nails under his bottom ribs. "Sing for me luv!"

Piers barely managed out a gasp before he was squealing and squirming. "Rahahahai! RAHAHAI NAHAHA NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!"

Raihan bit at his collarbone gently, letting his teeth graze across his skin gently while his fingers dug into his sensitive ribs relentlessly.

"DOHOHONT DOHOHONT TIHIHICKLE WAHAHAIT!" Piers' pale face was flushed, blushing down his neck and ears. "AHAHA PLEHEHEASE!"

Raihan let up then, continuing to kiss and bite his neck and shoulder, rubbing his chest. "You're doing so good... There's a good little thing..."

Piers panted. "That... That wasn't part of the deal!"

"I told you I was gonna destroy you!"

Piers whimpered. "I thought you wanted... I t-thought we were..."

"I'm just getting you warmed up!" He cooed, flaunting for the cam. "I told you, I was gonna destroy you, and then make you rewatch every second of it." He smirked as Piers shivered. "Don't pretend like you're not loving this..."

Piers couldn't deny that...

[tf-tickles]

Me leaving the house vs. me by the time I got home...

[tf-tickles]

I realize that this is really dumb and no one probably cares but today is my first day of going out in public presenting the way I feel comfortable, and it's kind of a huge deal for me and I gotta tell someone lol. I'm terrified because I can't bind, and it's making me feel real off, but I'm also really happy I'm gonna get to go be myself for a few hours, and hopefully it'll be a good experience...

[tf-tickles]

Hey y'all, for those of you still with me, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me this year. It's been a really rough one, worse than usual, but it's also made me learn a lot about myself, mentally, emotionally, all that stuff.

I wasn't as productive as I wanted to be, my creative spark suffered the consequences of my mental illness/failing relationship. But I don't want to beat myself up about any of that in 2020, I want to let it all go. I'm still not where I want to be, I'm still trapped in a shitty situation, but it's manageable. For now. But I'm not going to let that hinder me this year.

My new years resolution is to be gentle, and kind, not just to everyone around me but myself. I need to heal too. So I might not write much at first, but I have a few random things lined up for the new blog, while I work on moving over old stuff, I'll put something up next week both here and on the new blog.

Thanks again everyone, I love you all,

Happy New Year!