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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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reader having no experience wiith sex so she asks jake to teach her

The way I saw this in my inbox a couple days ago and I FRRRR cannot stop thinking about it omggg 😩😩😩😩😩😩

You know that your relationship with Jake is different. All your other friends only talk about being courted and taking long walks to talk, getting gifts and giving gifts, making bracelets and hair beads together...they never talk about...it.

You're not really sure what it is, if you're honest. Jake has just always had a different way of doing things, and you simply don't object. He'll touch you under your loincloth until you're moist, he'll lick your nipples until they harden, and then he'll rub at this one spot between your thighs that has you jerking and quivering until the sensation is too much and you feel like you'll die. And then it happens, that wonderful sensation of release that leaves you breathless and gasping, shaking as Jake kisses it all way.

He's done it to you a couple of times, and you've currently found yourself more curious than before to find out what's under his loincloth and if you can make him feel the same.

That's why, one day, when you and Jake are spooning in the forest, far away from the others, and his hands start wandering to your thighs, caressing between them, hinting that he's going to work his magic again, you ask, “Why do you touch me there?”

Jake freezes for a moment before he kisses your shoulder. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” he questions, not unkindly.

You shake your head. “No. I just...don't understand why you do it,” you reply.

“Well, it feels good, doesn't it?”

You nod. “It does, but...why do you never let me touch you?” you question, and Jake chuckles softly.

“Because you don't owe me anything, babygirl,” he tells you, his hands crawling higher, towards your cunt.

You insist, “If I...if I touch you, will it feel good for you, too?”

At this, Jake props himself up on his elbow so he can glance down at your face. “Nobody's ever told you?”

You fold your ears back as you meet his gaze. “Well, they...I mean, uh. I know that two people can mate, I just...don't really understand how it works,” you say. Then, with a sudden idea sparking in your brain, you ask, “Do-do you know?”

Jake nods, caressing a hand down the soft skin of your arm. “I do.”

You swallow, ears folding back before you question, “Can you teach me?”

Jake raises an eyebrow. “You want me to teach you?” he asks. “Not just explain it?”

You shake your head, sitting up and looking him straight in the face. “I want to do it,” you tell him. “I want to do it with you.”

Jake's pupils widen, his ears perked as he studies you with care. “You're serious,” he says, sounding almost surprised.

You nod. “I am. Can you teach me?”

Jake smiles softly, a cocky, sexy smile. “If you insist,” he says.

You offer him an excited little grin before your eyes trail down his body. “You've seen me bare so many times,” you start, caressing one of his thick thighs, slowly gliding higher, and Jake's eyes turn predatory as they watch you. “But I've never seen you bare.”

Jake's ears twitch, as if the words were unreal. “Are you sayin' you wanna see me, baby?”

You nod somewhat shyly, eyes big and eager, and Jake smirks. He stands, towering over you, and undoes his loincloth. He allows the garment to fall away, and your eyes fall on his cock, long and hard, the head growing a dark blue, a shiny bead of liquid forming on the tip.

You glance up at him, curious, and ask, “Can I touch it?”

Jake smirks. “You've got it all hard and excited, 'f course you can touch it, girl.”

You crawl closer to him, kneeling in front of him and resting your ass on your ankles before you raise one of your hands to him. You're timid in the way you touch him, fingers caressing the thick head. You're surprised when it jerks at your touch, and you glance up at him, amazed.

He chuckles at the look of awe across your face. Such an innocent, inexperienced little thing. And Jake, so ready to corrupt you.

You run a finger up his underside, making Jake inhale sharply, before you slowly wrap your hand around him. Jake's watching you, cock pulsing in your grasp.

As a sudden idea overcomes you, you lean toward Jake and press a soft, light kiss to the tip, tasting the salty liquid that oozes from it.

Jake hisses quietly and you can't glance away from him. For some reason, doing this has you wet between the thighs, just like when he touches you.

“I feel funny,” you tell him, your cheeks blushing. “Feels like when...when you touch me between the legs. But you're not touching me, and I'm all wet.”

At this, Jake groans, the mere idea driving him crazy. “Well, baby, that's why I'm so fuckin' hard,” he tells you. “I can help you without using my hands or my mouth. Just with my cock.”

You look surprised. “How?”

Jake smiles down at you. “I can show you. But first, I need you to lie down f'r me and spread your legs wide, 'kay?”

You agree, lying on your back and spreading your legs, hastily removing your loincloth and tossing it aside. Jake kneels on the ground between your thighs, one of his hands falling to your cunt and tracing a finger between your folds.

You hum softly, quietly, and Jake says, “'m gonna put a finger in you, alright?”

You meet his gaze. “Inside?” you ask him, and he nods.

“I promise it won't hurt, baby. I'll be gentle, and if you want me to stop, you just have to tell me, alright?”

You nod. “Okay,” you tell him, your voice breathy.

He touches an unexplored part of your cunt, so close to where that ache spreads from your womb. He prods at the entrance softly, slowly, gathering all that wetness before pushing his middle finger into you.

The feeling sends a shock of relief through you and you gasp, pussy clenching around his finger. Jake watches your reaction, carefully studying you in case you want him to stop. Instead, you beg, “Deeper. Please, this feels s'good!”

He chuckles, pushing his finger as deep in as it'll go, until his knuckle is pressing against your folds.

You close your eyes as Jake begins curling his finger upward, touching a spongy spot inside you that has you squirming. He's never put his fingers inside you before, and you wish he had. It feels so amazing, you can't believe you've been missing out on this.

“I-I don't understand,” you say through the haze of pleasure. “What does this have to do with your...with your cock?” The moment you say the word, you blush, your cheeks darkening and your ears flattening against your head.

Jake laughs softly. “You're so adorable,” he says quietly. Then, he replies, “I can put my cock in you, baby, and it'll feel even better.”

You open your eyes, meeting Jake's thick gaze, and ask, “You'll put it inside?”

Jake nods. “If you want me to, baby. Only if you want me to. Don't feel pressured, mkay?”

You say, “I'm not pressured. I-I want you inside.”

Jake pulls his finger out of you before saying, “Are you sure, girl?”

You nod, spreading your legs some more, your soaked cunt on display for his starved gaze. “Please,” you say softly.

Jake nods gently. He runs the head of his thick cock between your folds, watching your reaction, and then slowly, he pushes into you.

At first, it's a little painful, the way the thick head forces you apart, but once the tip is in, pleasure sparks through you, making you gasp. His girth glides deep inside you with ease, soft and slow, and you arch your back at the feeling of fulness he offers.

“Oh, Goddamn,” Jake grunts when the head of his cock meets your cervix. “Fuck, girl. This pussy's so fuckin' sweet.”

You mewl, mind lost to the ecstasy, unable to even reply from how full you feel. And then Jake starts thrusting into you slowly, making you jerk, your hands reaching for him.

Jake chuckles quietly as he cages your body under his. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him. You snake your tongue into his mouth, making him smile against you, softly biting your tongue as it meets his.

You buck your hips up to meet his, his heavy cock pulsing within you. One of Jake's hands wanders to your pussy, playing with your clit, and you gasp.

You pull away from the kiss and say, “Can you—can you go faster?”

Jake smirks as he increases his speed, his hips slamming against yours, the sound of skin on skin loud in the atmosphere. You moan, the pleasure spreading through you, warm and gentle, building up slowly.

You arch your back, whimpering, and Jake says, “'s good, isn't it? My cock so deep inside your pretty cunt.”

You nod, nails digging into the skin of his back, and you wrap a leg around his waist, forcing him deeper. You gasp as the tip threatens to push past your cervix, to fuck right into your womb.

“Try talkin' for me, girl,” he says. “Try answering me, yeah?”

You whine. “I—I can't!” you exclaim, body trembling, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Can't-can't talk!”

Jake chuckles quietly. “You poor thing, fucked dumb already?”

You shudder, wanting to beg as the pleasure grasps at your every nerve, as you start seeing stars. There's something you want to ask from him, something you know he can give you, but you can't think straight, can barely keep yourself from fainting from the pleasure.

You open your mouth, trying to ask him something, but instead blurt something that you're not sure you'd intended to say.

“Daddy!” you cry, hips rolling in time with his thrusts. “Daddy!”

Jake moans lowly, the sound of your nickname for him driving him insane. “Goddamn,” he gasps. “You fuckin' precious baby. You're gonna be the death of me, kid.”

You mewl, unsure of why calling him Daddy makes you wetter, why it makes you clench around him.

Jake groans as your pussy grows tighter, as it gets harder for him to thrust in and out of you.

“Daddy! Daddy, 's too much!” you cry, body trembling. You throw your head back, exposing your neck, and Jake bites at the soft flesh.

“Come for me, baby,” he says. “I know you want to. Come all over my cock, hm?”

“Yes!” you gasp. “Yes! Daddy! Fuck!”

The pleasure inflates within you, feeling like a warm bubble that grows and grows and grows, making the edges of your vision dark. You mewl and cry, begging, saying, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

And then your orgasm washes over you, drowning you in the pleasure, making you feel like you can't breathe. You gasp and shake, crying out, “Oh, Daddy!”

“Fuck!” Jake gasps as he feels you come around him. “D'you know what happens now, baby?” he asks, voice strenuous. “I'm gonna fill y'up with my cum, hm? Put my seed in you so you smell of me for days.”

You nod. “Please, fill me! Daddy, fill me up!”

Jake thrusts into you a couple more times before finally coming, spurting his load into you, making you shiver as he fills you.

He grunts and gasps, his ears folded back, his teeth dragging over his bottom lip, before he pulls out of you.

He lies beside you, meeting your eyes with his and asks, “You okay, honey?”

You nod, a smile spreading on your lips. “I'm fucking amazing,” you reply. “Luckily, I have the best teacher in the world.”

Jake chuckles quietly. Then, raising a cock eyebrow at you, he questions, “Daddy?”

You blush. “It just...slipped out,” you mumble, a shy smile playing on your lips.

Jake grins. “I like it,” he says. “I hope to hear it more often from now on, hm?”

You blush. “Okay, Daddy.”

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not-magdi · 8 months

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Sick

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N decides to play nurse for her sick and poor boyfriend

Trigger Warning: Throwing up

Words: 1k

A/N: I've decided to post my works here too, I have a book on Wattpad where all my other works are but I will upload many here now too. With that, happy reading!

Y/N and Pablo decided that after a few exhausting weeks of training and studying, it was time for one of their traditional 'Movie, Cuddle, Snack, and Gossip' nights. Despite their busy schedules, they make an effort to spend quality time together at least once a month, from going out to a fancy restaurant to working out together, or better said Y/N watching Pablo work out.

This night was no different, snuggled up on the couch, Pablo laying between Y/N's legs, his back on her chest. Snacks that Gavi's trainers should not hear about were laying all across the couch.

They were currently watching Avatar as Pablo began to squirm around a little bit, not thinking much Y/N choose to ignore it. Ten minutes later the squirming didn't stop, in fact, Pablo grew even more restless.

"Amor, what are you doing?" stopping the movie Y/N looks down at Pablo who had a frown on his face, holding his stomach. "My stomach hurts ... I really don't feel good Amor". Now looking closely at Pablo she can see how pale his face got in the last hour. Feeling his forehead Y/N exclaims " Oh baby you're burning up ... let me get a thermometer."

Standing up Pablo whines at the loss of contact, "I'll be right back amor ... try to closing your eyes for a little bit"

In the bathroom, Y/N tries to find a heating pad for Pablo to relax a little bit. While heating it up she returns to Pablo who is cuddled into the couch, with sweat beads running down his forehead.

"Here Baby" sticking Pablo the thermometer under his arm. As it starts to beep Y/N takes it from him starting to frown. "39.5, that's not good ... we need something to bring your fever down if it gets past 40 we need to go to the hospital."

Groaning Pablo looks at her through hooded eyes, "Amor please help me to the bathroom ... I think I need to throw up", helping him up and rushing to the bathroom the last thing she sees is him leaning over the toilet, before hearing him gag and throw up.

Slowly opening the door she kneels behind him stroking his back, "Don't fight against it ... let it all out" Hunching over again and throwing his guts up Y/N holds a towel under cold water making it damp and holding it to his forehead, never stopping to stroke his back.

"You finished?", groaning Pablo nods his head leaning against Y/N and closing his eyes. "I feel like shit amor", chuckling Y/N adds " Yeah ... you look like it too." Looking up at her he gives her a small smile flipping her off.

Helping him to his bedroom Y/N tucks Pablo in and brings him the heating pad and forces him to drink some water so he doesn't dehydrate. Wanting to turn around and grab another pillow from him, Pablo stops her by grabbing her hand "I'm sorry ... for ruining our date night", looking him in the eyes she softly assures him, "Hey you can't control getting sick ... and I like babying you so don't worry" kissing his head smiling softly Y/N stands up to grab a bucket for Pablo, in case he gets sick again.

Returning to his bedroom with her laptop she lays down next to Pablo letting him snuggle himself into her. Prompting the laptop up on her lap they continue watching movies until Pablo falls asleep with his head cuddled into her chest.

Throughout the night, Pablo kept throwing up every half hour, resulting in both of them not sleeping much. Y/N being always by his side, rubbing his back, bringing him water, or cleaning the bucket.

His fever got less and in the morning he was not burning up as much anymore as last night. But he was still feeling like he was run over by a truck, so Y/N decided to call Xavi to tell him that Pablo can't go to training today and probably for a few days after too.

Xavi: "Hola Pablo, que pasa?" -What's up

Y/N: "Hola Xavi, es Y/N la novia de Pablo" - It's Y/N, Pablo's girlfriend

Xavi: "Ah, hola Y/N, todo está bien?" - Everything ok?

Y/N: "Uhh no, Pablo es muy enfermo, vomitó todo la noche, el es muy debil . No puede entrenar hoy y los días después. - Pablo is really sick, he threw up all night an is really weak, he cant train today and the next few days

Xavi: "Ay pobre chico, por favor dile que se mejore pronto de mi parte y llámame cuando este mejor" -Ay poor boy, please tell him get well soon from me and call me when he feels better.

Y/N: "Yo debo, adios Xavi " -I will, bye Xavi

Xavi: "Adios Y/N

Looking beside her she can see Pablo slowly waking up, looking at her with a slight smile. "How are you feeling amor?", grabbing her hand softly he sits up a little bit. "Better ... still not great but better"

Kissing his head softly Y/N adds "I called Xavi and told him you were feeling like shit, he told you to get better soon and that you should call him when you feel better." Looking up at her Pablo thanks her with a kiss on the cheek, to not get her sick too. Feeling grateful for her caring for him with so much love.

Over the next few days, Y/N was playing doctor for Gavi giving him medicine, calling his mother for her famous sopa the pollo, and cooking it for him. Pablo enjoyed being nursed by his girlfriend having to do nothing but lay on the couch and getting fed soup has its perks.

Y/N choose to sleep over at Pablo's house the last few days so she could look after him, which made Pablo realize something, them living together would be an absolute dream for him. Not because he wouldn't have to do anything anymore, no but because living with Y/N meant waking up to her beautiful face in the morning or seeing her dance around the kitchen pretending a wooden spoon is her microphone.

He realized he wants Y/N to be there when he wakes up or comes home from training, cuddling in his bed with her every night. He can't imagine a future without that. Now he just needs to think of a way of proposing his idea of living together, to her, to the love of his life, the only girl he can imagine a future with.

#pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi oneshot #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x you #gavi x reader #Gavi #gavi one shot

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snek-panini · 7 months

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It's Friday the 13th! Here, have a book completely unrelated to that:

It looks fairly straightforward from here, but this is a bind of @dietraumerei's wonderful Good Omens series, The Sprawl of Life. It's a canon universe, pre-season-2 South Downs Cottage fic, and I typeset it when I did because I'd just watched season 2 and wanted the fluffiest, sweetest, most slice-of-life thing I could think of and this was it. Seriously, if you have been personally victimized by the season 2 finale this might be the antidote you're looking for. Though admittedly some of the lines do hit a lot more bittersweetly now than they did when I first read it in 2019.

More pics under the cut! This one's got an unusual format, go have a look!

It's a dos-a-dos! My first one! Before I started making books I'd never even heard of this format, but I've been wanting to try it ever since I found it. It's hard to find stories that suit the format, though--they've got to be within a certain word count, about the same length, and related to one another, and they have to be a pair, not a three or four part story. They look super complicated without (I've found, anyway) actually being that hard to make. If you want to impress a non-bookbinder make one of these to show them; all my family were fascinated by it.

For materials, the floral cover is scapbook paper from Joann's (the fancy stuff that's very flexible and feels handmade) and the spine is Allure book cloth from Hollander's in the wisteria color. It's a perfect match for the lavender in the paper. I've only previously used the Lineco/Books By Hand book cloth and gotten good results, but my experience with that brand in general was that it's a cheap, readily available base for starting out, but there are wider and better quality options out there once you get away from chain craft stores. Working with this cloth was proof of that. It's stiffer than the Lineco stuff, which made it a little harder to glue down but not enough to cause problems, and it took HTV better than any other surface I've used it on. Here, check out the spines:

Images of the spines. In case the photos are a little blurry, that's Demolishing Proofs We Never Believed In on the left and The World and its Beautiful Particle Logic on the right. The titles gave me some worries. I didn't want to obscure more of the florals by putting them on the front, but was worried they wouldn't fit on the spines since they're so long. I got them on, but it took a lot of careful measurements. Still, though, I couldn't be more pleased by them, and I barely had any of my usual trouble getting the HTV to stick.

Handmade end bands on both sides, in colors matched to the cover paper. I was a little worried about making my own for this project since the text blocks are only about 100 pages each. I was worried they'd be too short. But they're not, and I got a really nice front bead on them. I wanted to do three colors but that proved too challenging for my current skill level. Maybe next time. The second image is the endpaper. Specifically it's the back endpaper, so you can see how the second spine fits into the case. When you read a dos-a-dos, you read the first part, then flip it over like you're going to read the back blurb and there's the second part ready to go. I only explain this because, having never made one, I thought you flipped it over top-to-bottom until I did the case fitting for this one. The top-to-bottom one it called a tete-beche and I think does not have the shared cover board in the center; the pages are connected upside-down. (This is all from my limited research; pro bookbinders please correct me if I'm wrong.)

Couple of interior images. All the graphics came from rawpixel and they are the same in both halves. I kept the typeset really simple on this one, without any extra graphics. Partly that was to keep the page count down (images can take up extra space) and partly it's a reflection of the text. It's a happily ever after story, mostly. Their lives are so much easier here than in canon, and the focus is on communicating without barriers or frills and on building their relationship without other things getting in the way. So it's got a fancy title page, because it matches the cover, but the rest is straightforward with just some simple swirls around the chapter numbers.

I couldn't be more pleased with how this turned out. I was worried it would be very complicated since it's a new-to-me build, but I was exaggerating the difficulty and that made for an easy bind. I hope the author likes it too.

#bookbinding #fanbinding #snek makes books #good omens #fic rec #dos-a-dos #did i forget to tag something?#it feels like i forgot to tag something #oh well

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mushiewrites · 11 months

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Round One

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

day 6 - intense tks / prompts found here!

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

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

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

It truly was a sight to see.

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

“Green.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, please.”

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

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

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

“T-tickle me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dreheheam! W-Whahat is that?!”

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

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

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

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

“Well, you don’t need a-“

“Here seems good!”

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

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

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

“You alreheheady know thehehem!”

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

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

“N-nohohoho?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuhuhck is thahat?!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Care to do the honors?”

“I’d love nothing more, Dreamie.”

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

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

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

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

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

“NAHAHA- PLEHEHEASE PLEASE! SAHAHAPNAHAHAP!”

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

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

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

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

“R-REHEHED! RED, REHEHED RED RED!”

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

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

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

“Ohoho my Gohohod. That was so…”

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

“Yeheheheah…”

“I’m glad, Georgie.”

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

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

“So uh…round two, anyone?”

(you can find this fic on ao3 here!)

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

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randofics · 5 months

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Saw this welding mask and had to write this.

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You were pissed. The boys had been messing with the new guy on base and had gotten bored of him. So they turned their attention to you of all people.

First, it was little things like missing bolts and screws from your cabinet where you kept spares. Next, a wrench or hammer from right next to you as you did repairs. Then, they started taking important welding equipment that you were currently using for vehicle repairs. The tip for your MIG welder or your gloves and even a whole argon gas canister somehow.

If you confronted them, they'd just play it off as them pranking you or that you just misplaced some stuff. So you took matters into your own hands. While they were out at the bar, you went into their quarters with a portable MIG welder and your gear to do a bit of magic. You clamped the node onto the metal of Ghost's desk and slid underneath. With your auto shield mask on you lined up the gun with the small space between the drawer and sliding mechanism.

With a bead that would make the welding gods weep, you welded an inch long piece sticking the drawer permanently in place. You did this to each drawer on each desk, or if they didn't have one, you welded their lockers shut. Then, just to mess with them more, you put a single tack at the bottom of their doorframe to make it hard to open. The tiny tack weld would break with enough force.

You had also bought a bunch of tiny mirror pieces to bedazzle an old mask you still occasionally used. It took a few hours of work but you finished it. Whenever someone tried to bother you while welding, they'd be blinded by the reflection of extremely bright light.

The next morning, you woke to loud banging on your door. "I'm off today. What do you want!?"

"What the hell did you do to our stuff!? Get out here!"

"I didn't do squat! Now let me sleep, please!"

"I'll break down your door if I have to! I don't care if you're dressed or not!"

"Ugh, fine, hold yer horses!" You slide out of bed and open your door coming face to face with Soap. "Follow me." You sigh and follow him to their quarters. The others have convened in Soap's room and don't look too happy, and Alejandro is trying to pry open the locker to no avail. Gaz pipes up. "What did you do!?"

You can't help the hyena like laughter that spills from your mouth at their plight. "Yall decided to mess with me and got what yall rightfully deserved is what happened!"

"Can't argue with her there boy's." Price leans against the doorframe arms crossed. "Don't think you got out of this either, Captain. Just because you weren't involved in the main thing dont mean you weren't involved at all. You turned a blind eye to the whole thing, so you got your door tacked shut."

"You're right. I should've stopped them."

"Darn right, you should've! Some of that equipment was bought with my own money, and if any of you broke something, you were gonna pay even more dearly than this!"

Your face said it all. Sure, they had only meant for these to be harmless pranks, but evidently, your equipment was off limits. No matter how hilarious messing with them had been, you were still ticked off, and you had one punishment left for them. With a mad hatter grin, you broke the news to them.

"I'm not gonna grind all these welds down for ya. Also, I've taken all the grinders from the shop along with the discs so all of you are gonna be using files instead. You pulled a bunch of metal files from your back pockets and set them on the table. "Good luck to ya boys!" With that, you left hearing the groans and complaints as you returned to your quarters.

"Oh, come on!" Soap threw his arms in the air like a toddler having a tantrum. Alejandro had stopped pulling on the locker door. "At least she gave us the files."

Once you were in your room, you doubled over laughing. It would take them a few hours to file down all those welds enough to open the drawers and lockers. Price just had to knock the tack off with a strong hammer swing. You had facetimed your mother and father as you finished up the welds that night, and your father had been laughing just as hard as you were.

Also, the bedazzled shield would be put to use as soon as you were back to work. You'd be blinding people in no time.

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The boys were spent. Their arms and hands hurt, and they had metal shavings all over their uniforms. They wouldn't make the mistake of messing with you again or at least not for a while.

#fanfic #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #john price #john soap mactavish #gaz cod #alejandro vargas #funny #comedy #welding

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moiravim · 1 year

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Rainy Nights

Fem (gender fluid) Loki x GN Reader

Fluff

You worked in a small library in New York. Most of the books were used, but costed one to two dollars, so sales were great. Expecially during summer when everyone had time off to read.

You sit near the cash register, typing on your computer. You were currently writing a short story. Not that anyone would read it, but you had your dreams just like everyone else.

A familiar face walks up and you realize Loki is buying another book. She comes almost every day and you wonder if she actually reads all the books she buys.

"Hey, yn. It's nice seeing you again" she says as she smiles and hands you the book she's buying. "Hey Loki, it's nice to see you too. You know, with how fast you read these books it would be much cheaper to use a library..." You respond to her.

She just smiles at you. "I'd rather just keep the books.. it's nice having them, it's almost like a trophy" you smile and nod understandingly.

Loki is beautiful. You can't deny it. The only problem was that you were too shy to ask for her number or ask her on a date.

She starts to walk out when you stop her by stuttering out; "hey, Loki- um.. I was wondering if you'd want to maybe go on a- go to dinner with me."

She smiles as she turns around and responds "I'd love to. I've been waiting for you to ask me out". She giggles as you stare in shock.

At least it was nice knowing she felt the same as you did. She waves as she turns around and shouts "I'll meet you back here at 7!"

You stare as she walks out the door. You look at the time to see it's 5:30. You plan to close the store at 6 and get ready for the date.

As you get ready you think of where to take her. You probably should've planned this much earlier...

You remember a nice pasta place nearby which recently opened. It was in your price zone and had good reviews.

When she gets there you see her in a stunning black dress and look back down at your cheap (suit/dress).

She smiles at you and says; "I got you something". She hands you a green beaded bracelet and lifts wrist to show how she has a matching one.

You smile back as you put it on and thank her. You hook your arms as you guide her to the restaurant you picked out.

You get a table and sit in the booth across from her. "So... What do you do in your free time?" Loki asks you. "I write. I also enjoy reading... Obviously." You respond akwardly as she chuckles. You smile.

The waiter comes over and you both order. "What about you, what do you like to do? ...Other than reading." You ask her. "I like to paint." She states happily.

The room grows quiet when your food comes and you both start eating. You focus on the music in hopes to avoid the awkwardness. She seems so much more calm.

You wonder if she can tell your anxious. Your question is answered when she puts her hand on yours and asks you; "are you feeling okay?...you seem very nervous."

You nod. "Yes, I'm okay. I just get anxious... I'm sorry." She looks at you sadly. "don't apologize. That's not something you need to apologize for."

You both finish your food and pay. As you open the door you realize it's pouring rain. "Oh no... I'm so sorry-" she cuts you off by giggling and pulling you into the rain.

You take your jacket off and put it over the two of you as you run through the rain. Eventually the jacket was soaking wet and was no longer protecting you from the rain so you took it off, tying it around your waist.

You two stopped at a park, still soaking wet and ran through the beautiful nature trails. You stopped near a fountain and sit on the bench in front of it.

Even though your hair was a mess and her makeup was running down her face, this moment was still perfect. She leaned in and kissed you as you kissed back.

You got back up and the two of you playfully ran around the park before stopping at a small booth in the park.

You went up to the sad, wet man selling ice cream and bought two with a smile on your face. His face lit up as he handed you two ice creams.

The two of you started walking out of the park while eating your now wet and melting ice cream.

Nothing could change this happy moment. By the time you both finished your ice creams you just got back to the bookshop and went next door to your small apartment.

You gave her a towel and a change of dry clothes as you got dressed yourself. You made a bag of popcorn and put blankets on the couch, making it as cozy as possible.

When she got back you let her pick a movie as the two of you cuddled on the couch. "Let's do this again soon.." you say with a grin on your face. "How about Friday? I'll plan it this time." She responds playfully.

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turtletimewriting · 5 months

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Day 17: Interrogation

Summary: Leo has been captured and is in real danger...

Note: You may be surprised by this, but this is a tickle fic so beware! I wrote this for the 2012 boys but in reality, this could be any turtles. So I've tagged this as rise as well.

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The harsh light flashed into his face. Leo woke up with a dramatic gasp. Peaceful sleep ripped away from him in an instant. The light blinded him. It took a few moments of desperately blinking away the spots in his vision.

"Well well well."

Leo managed to look up and was faced with the back of his baby brother. He was standing with his hands neatly clasped behind his back and staring off into the pitch black room.

It was then that Leo became aware that he was currently tied up with Mikey's chains. He was chained against his brother's bed's headboard.

"Mikey!" Leo gasped, "What the hell!"

Mikey turned around slowly as he removed his sunglasses that he was wearing. His face stern and rigid. "I just have a few questions for you. If you cooperate, then this shouldn't be too bad."

"What?" Leo said incredulously but he was very much trapped in the chains. He couldn't move his legs or arms, at the most he could kinda sway to side to side.

Mikey slammed his hand against the headboard just beside his head. "This is serious!"

Leo gave him the exact response that demand deserved: a sassy side eye.

"Yesterday, I ordered a large pizza. Jellybeans, jalapenos, pineapple and spicy sausage." He spoke nostalgically. "But I didn't feel well. The pizza was to cheer myself up from feeling sick but eating it didn't make me feel good."

"Okaaaay?" Of course Leo remembered this. Mikey had been off all day and he had even been the one to grab the pizza off the delivery guy when it arrived.

"And I put it away in the fridge. To have tomorrow when I felt better."

Mikey crowded even closer to him for a moment, the eye contact intense, before finally backing away again. He cockily moved to sit down on the bed beside him. "And when I got up."

Leo felt a bead of sweat drip down his brow. He never realised his goofball adorable baby brother could be so scary.

"There was only a singular slice left out of the whole. Damn. Pizza.."

Leo tried to push himself away but he couldn't move his legs. "Mikey. Now listen. It wasn't me! You know it wasn't me! I wouldn't touch your pizza!"

Mikey put back on the sunglasses, sticking the sellotape back on so they actually stuck to his face. "I'm sorry, Leo. But I think we're gonna need to talk about this some more."

Leo was nervously sweating buckets at this point. "Mikey, it wasn't me! It definitely wasn't me! H-have you tried asking Donnie? Donnie would know what happened!"

But Mikey paid him absolutely no attention. He examined his nails before holding both his hands out. He raised a brow.

"Mikey! Please! It wasn't me!"

Mikey tutted and pointed one finger out. "If you don't start talking then I'm going to start tickling your side."

Leo lurched forward like the word alone tickled him. "Mikey! Mikey! Please! No! You know it wasn't me!"

Mikey's finger started creeping closer and closer. Still nonchalant. "I'll start with a single finger on your right side. Just scratching along your side. Then I'll start going up and down. If you don't start talking then I'll use my other finger on your other side. Just tickling you with two fingers."

"Mikey!" Leo screeched with a humiliating voice crack.

Yet his finger did land on his side. Leo flinched like he had been electrocuted. "GAH! HAHAHAHAAA!" The singular tickle did not warrant such an explosive laugh but his nerves were screaming just from their quick conversation.

From all the years of 'being taken down a peg or two' by his brothers, never had he been so easily riled up. Never had teasing gotten so quickly to his head.

Mikey's finger stayed in the exact same spot, right in the soft flexible cartilage of his side and gently tickled away. Not ramming his finger into his side painfully like Raph would. Just a gentle consistent itchy tickle that couldn't be ignored.

He threw himself to the side but he didn't get very far. Mikey didn't even blink as he followed him. Bouncing up and down did nothing. He had no choice but to bare the tickle.

"HahhAHAHAH! MIHi! HAHAH! MIKEY! I DOHON'T KNOW ANYTHING HAHAHAHA!"

"Where were you last night then?"

"HAHA! HA! MIHIKEY! EEEEEEE HAHAHAHAAH! CAN'T TALK! HAHAA! YOU'RE TIHI-"

"Aw man, Leo. When did you get this ticklish?" Mikey giggled himself, taking a moment to squeeze both his sides rapidly, absolutely delighting himself in Leo's screechy squeal. "Okay, okay."

The tickling was taken away and Leo could actually breathe again.

Well, in theory. Instead, the giggles never stopped. The ghostly tingling sensation still fluttering away at his side like no one's business. And Mikey was still sitting there and making no move to stop 'interrogating' him. That fact alone was enough to send him spiralling into frantic giggles.

"Where were you last night."

"In my room! In my room! Mihihihi hahaha heh Mikey! You know I wouldn't heh- AH WAIT NO NO NOHAHAHA AHAHAAHAAAAAH AHAAHA!"

Mikey simply raised a non-existant brow. "In your room, huh?"

He had grabbed a hold of his foot and was happily scribbling away as if it was completely normal and Leo was the weird one for losing his mind. His foot totally trapped in Mikey's cradling hold but he could still see Mikey's fingers trace and tickle him. "HAHAHAHAHAAA! MIKEY! HAHAHAAH! IT'S THE TRUHUTH! PLEAHAHAHAAHAHAAA!"

"You see, Leo, I just don't think I believe you," Mikey said conversationally as if he wasn't making Leo lose his sanity one tickling trace at a time, "You see, I have it on good authority that you weren't in your bedroom last night."

"DOHOHONNIE'S A SNITCH!" He shrieked out without thinking, the tickling corroding his ability to think.

The tickling halted. Didn't withdraw. But his hand stopped mid motion of raking down his sole. "So you admit it!" Mikey yelled before leaping forward and squeezing his sides like his life depended on it.

Leo bucked so hard he thought he heard the bedboard creak. But he still didn't break free. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! AAAAAH! HAHAHAHAHA! MI-HAHAHAHAHA!"

"ADMIT IT!" Mikey screamed, just absolutely beaming with happiness.

Leo shook his head madly as if that would constitute denying the allegations. He was laughing too hard to really say anything and Mikey was now too lost in the ler-sauce to stop tickling home.

Both of them broke free from their stalemate when there was a harsh knock on the door.

"Michelangelo. Stop tormenting your brother. I believe it was Icecream Kitty who took the pizza anyway. Training in ten minutes," Splinter lied.

Leo gasped desperately as Mikey pulled away.

"No," He whispered horrified, "There's no way. After all we had been through... Icecream Kitty...."

He was snapped out of his sorrow when Leo tried kicking him with his foot. "Let me go, Mikey!"

"Haha, oops? At least Sensei told us before I could interrogate Raph."

#tickle fic #tmnt tickling #tmnt 2012 #lee leo #ler mikey #tickletober 2023 #turtle writing #rottmnt tickling

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stillwinterair · 4 months

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Howdy kids

My name is Dee! It's not the name I went by for most of my years on Tumblr, but it's the one everyone knows me as. You might remember my url as nyriad, visovari... I went by a bunch of others too, but those are the only two I seem to remember now 😅

The last time I was on Tumblr, I was in the middle of a very difficult period of my life that I didn't really have the tools or support to navigate. But sometimes you gotta go a lil wacky and make some fresh new regrets so you can grow up a lil bit wiser and sexier

I quit the internet pretty much cold turkey for a while and it was one of the best things I ever did for myself. I spent a year pretty much focusing on nothing but my immediate surroundings, living in my own skin, learning how to love myself. I've gotten a lot more comfortable being myself, and have grown a lot more connected to the earth.

In my time away, I was diagnosed with ADHD, which even just the diagnosis has significantly improved almost every facet of my life. I've gotten so many new tools and so much new language to express myself and my needs. I've stopped feeling like there is something wrong with me and let go of a lot of shame that I held around myself, my work flow, my ability to focus, my needs for rest, etc. As I've met more people with ADHD, I've grown a lot more empowered and confident. I'm still figuring out what medication works for me (Adderall and Concerta are hell incarnate; Ritalin and Vyvanse are the bee's knees). It's been revolutionary and healing, honestly. Reading the book "Driven to Distraction" was an important first step that I recommend to everyone who's ever thought they might have ADHD, or if you were like me, always felt stupid and slow and always wondered why you never could quite get around to doing all the things you want to do.

I am also currently pursuing a diagnosis for Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, as per my doctor's suggestion. I won't get into it too much here, but it is a chronic illness that has made the last year pretty difficult. I have a lot of severe chronic joint pain and lethargy, and it's been... a lot. I'm starting physical therapy soon. This part isn't fun to talk about, but it's becoming an important part of my identity.

I've also met the love of my life, my soon-to-be fiancee, Nathalie! We were inseparable pretty much from the day we met, and spent a year as best friends. And then after that year the sexual tension became too much to handle, and now another year later, here we are, stupidly in love, utterly obsessed with each other, turning every single day into a fun, wacky, new adventure lmao. We've built the most beautiful, trusting, communicative, intimate relationship I've ever experienced and I am so filled with pride and joy and love and happiness every day. We're still best friends -- no force on this earth could ever get us to shut up when we're in the same room. She just fills me with butterflies and glee and light. Nat has this burning desire to create in whatever the most tactile medium she can find is. She loves mechanisms and fibers and all of the ways different materials interact with each other. She inspires me every day to be more open and honest and to pursue whatever creative venture has caught my interest, and I do the same for her. We dance together, create together, and share big emotions and life goals and it's just the most beautiful thing I've ever felt, and this paragraph could go on forever if I don't end it right now

I've also finally started to settle into my writing flow. I've got a space opera that's really beginning to take shape and I'm pretty proud of what it's turning into :) I also have a fantasy saga that's following a few steps behind. Both are things I've been working on for nearly a decade in fits and spurts, but I've done more work on them in the last year than in all previous years combined. I've gotten into more artistic mediums as well: oil painting, photography, beading, and so on. And very into fashion, kind of. Y'all should see my wardrobe these days -- bright colors, crazy patterns, wacky silhouettes. I feel like I finally look like myself. I'm currently rocking a purple mullet and a mustache, so... yeah, I'm having fun with it

I'm not sure how many of my old friends and mutuals are still hanging around, but I wanted to say hey, track a few of you down, and give a little update on how things are going for me post-Tumblr. I am alive, and I'm pretty happy these days. Some days I miss it here, and while I'll never come back in the same capacity as I used to, I wanted to reconnect with some of my old friends that I used to talk to and hang around with every day! I'm gonna poke around over the next while and see who's still around :) honestly I still think about some of y'all on the daily, and I got too curious about how my old friends were doing.

If you want to keep in touch, I'm on Instagram as deehollandaise. I'm on Discord much less often, but if you want to connect there, shoot me a message and I'll share the deets. Warning that I am just straight up not involved in any fandom stuff these days. It's just not for me anymore.

I will be retiring this blog in the new year, setting the whole dang thing to private and probably starting a new one with which to share some of my creative projects. I'll let y'all know about it before that happens.

I don't know, this is all kinda word vomit, I guess I just wanted to let all my old friends know that I'm still here and that I'm finally figuring myself out. I've got a lot to be proud of and grateful for and I've barely scratched the surface, so I'll leave off with some recent photos. Have a hot & sweaty 2024, you sexy things 😘

- Dee

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genderhexed · 3 months

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happy to see you around here more these days 🫶what hobbies are keeping you sane these days?

hiii it's nice to see you around too! fun fact i had no idea who you were until the other day when i saw you reblog something from green-and-grey which was a url I DID recognize and then i realized it was you lol. the perils of all our changing icons/urls....

During the light half of the year, I do a lot of rollerblading with a local skate group, and that def really keeps me sane:

I also do a lot of random arts and crafts! I'm currently learning to crochet, I love doing paint by numbers, I love painting rocks, I'm getting back into embroidery and starting to embroider my clothes, one of me has gotten back into writing a lot of poetry, plus as always I also love taking pics of things and people. I've found a joy in just creating for the sake of it without purpose and have been making more art out of random things, like i made a little shadowbox scene by gluing in stones from the beach I collected over a painted backdrop. I also love puzzles and should do them more tbh. I don't do as much music anymore, but I do like to jam with a friend sometimes.

Here's a paint by numbers i did that took a while lol:

Here's the most recent volume of V's journal where we made the front and inside cover into a collage:

and here's some suncatchers I made the other day from beads we got from necklaces at the antique fair!

#art #the warrior sef #antleredmotifs

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weministertomonsters · 1 year

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Seafood pt1 - it came from the swampland

An encroaching swamp comes and goes, leaving strange creatures behind that quickly become known as swampfish. Their taste for human flesh soon makes them a thing to be feared. However, when you bite the one that feeds you, the story changes. Who's the real predator here?

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Take a deep breath

because it won't get better from here

Trust me I am taking you far

under the surface of the swamp

you will find evil looking at you

it is a mirror of what

hides within your soul

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Author's Note:

Hello! I hesitated to start posting this story, but whatever. Life waits for no one. Don't ask me what I'm doing, because I don't know. I'm just writing something... That said, this story is going to be very dark, with gore, violence, and sexual content along with surreal things that (hopefully) don't make much sense, all because I can. You should be over 18 to read this, thank you. I will update this page if anything else needs mentioning. ♡

"Coffee for you, sir?" Wilson asked as he led the Inspector into his log cabin.

"I'm good, but thank you for the offer," Calbert replied, removing his hat as he watched Wilson pour himself a cup, his thick farmer's hands dwarfing the pot.

"So, how long have you been experiencing the affliction?" Calbert asked.

"Eh?" Wilson peered at him.

"This creature you speak of. It has been destroying fishing nets, so I've heard." Calbert prompted.

Wilson's shaggy eyebrows rose, revealing shiny blue bead eyes. "Ah, yes. Up the river from Mr. Redmund's land to Old Kristy's. Whatever it is, it likes the hunting grounds. I should say it only destroys the nets on bad fishing days. Or when it gets peckish."

"Peckish," Calbert grunted. "That's not what the medical team reported. A man lost half a leg. Would we call that peckish?"

Wilson shrugged his burly shoulders and took a long sip of his coffee.

"Hmmm. Any idea what it is?" Calbert asked, walking around the cabin and examining the meager furnishings.

There were no picture frames and the living room consisted of one heavy-footed single-person armchair. It looked like it hadn't been used in years; the worn pillow had a dog-shaped hollow molded into it.

"I can't rightly say what it is, considering I've never seen it," Wilson replied.

"The victim reported seeing, and I quote, a fish with arms. Do you have anything in the area that could match that description, even vaguely?"

Wilson barked out a belly laugh. "Now ya see, Inspector, no one trusts a word that comes out of ole' Jolly's mouth. Do ya know they say humans are sixty-percent water? That man is sixty-percent Jack Daniels liquor. Sure, maybe he saw something, but I'll bet it was a gator."

"I see," Calbert said. "You have alligators all the way up here."

"I don't see why not," Wilson said, boots thumping as he made a turn around the table, so they were face to face. "I can tell you now, Inspector, whatever you're thinking you're gonna find, we ain't got it."

The two men stared at each other for a moment. Calbert took a breath and nodded.

"Show me to the river, please, I'd like to have a look."

Wilson grunted and lumbered outside. Calbert put his hat back on and strode after him, grimacing as his polished shoes sank an inch into the mushy ground.

God damn this swamp, he thought.

"Watch your step," Wilson called over his shoulder. "Some spots go down deep enough to lose a shoe."

"You call this a river?" Calbert said as he stood on the creaking pier and squinted past the low-hanging sun to observe the horizons of the water. "It's more of a lake."

The small paddle boat moored to the pier and thudded softly close to his feet.

"You have a current running here?" Calbert asked, peering at the water.

Even in the mid-afternoon, the water looked black, reflecting a distorted version of himself.

"Not much. Must have been a fish," Wilson said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Then it was a big fish," Calbert replied, putting his hands on his hips and squinting up at the sky like it would tell him something.

Perhaps the Inspector was hoping Wilson would break down and confess to something, but the man looked unaffected, most of his face hidden by his cap, full beard, and impressive eyebrows.

"You know, the lake isn't as big as it looks," Wilson said, popping a piece of dried meat he'd unearthed from his pocket in his mouth and gnawing on it. "It's shaped like a gourd, this here is the largest bit."

"And this "largest bit" is yours?" Calbert said, turning to look at the farmer. "You don't even fish."

"This land is mine, plus this section of the river," Wilson said protectively. "It's been in the family for generations."

"I know," Calbert said. "I looked at the papers down in the Townhall."

"Did ya?" Wilson said. His words seemed to hang in the air like a fog for a few moments before they were dispelled.

Calbert scuffed his shoe on the edge of the pier, trying to clean the crust of mud from his shoe. Wilson spat the meat gristle into the water and backed away.

"Hold on, let me get the oars for the boat, I'll take you around a bit," Wilson said, tromping up the hill.

Calbert nodded distractedly. He stomped a couple of times and decided he wasn't going to get his shoes any cleaner than this. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette but the crisp air had made his fingers stiff, and he struggled to get a flame from his lighter. The paddle boat thunked against the pier again, much harder than the first time. Calbert dropped the lighter and lunged, trying to grab it before it fell. He only succeeded in brushing the tips of his fingers against it and sending it hurtling into the water. Cursing, he crouched and peered at the surface, trying to locate the lighter.

He reasoned that the river couldn't be very deep this close to the bank.

His reflection rippled violently, but he was looking past it. He saw a gleam, but it wasn't his lighter. Something lashed out, sending a wave of bracken water onto the pier. Calbert hollered, falling on his ass and holding a hand out to deter the wet, slimy thing that came sliding onto the pier like a dolphin beaching its prey. His hand went first, with a carrot-like crunch between jaws that snapped down like hedge clippers. Calbert howled, yanking what was left of it back. He stared, stunned, at the two fingers remaining. A muscular humanoid torso slammed into him, arms wrapped around his chest, crushing ribs.

A fish with arms, Carson thought dazedly as he was squeezed like a squeaky toy.

"What in god's name is that?!'" Wilson hollered, running and slipping down the bank with the oars.

He was the sort of man who grew up reacting instinctively to threats, and all he saw now was a hideous creature ripping chunks out of the Inspector. He swung the oar like a bat and it splintered against the creature's writhing tail and broke in half. With a war cry, he impaled the rest of it into the creature's side and it made a sound like a dying cat, gurgling and hissing as swiping at him with claws that ripped through his sturdy boots and cut into his shin.

"Son in heaven!" He bellowed in pain and swung blindly with the other oar.

He managed to deter the creature, but the man he was trying to save was a lost cause. The Inspector was rag-doll limp and more meat than human. Wilson backed away, swinging with the oar. The creature, sensing submission, showed its grey spiky teeth and dove into the water, taking the Inspector with it. Wilson slumped in the mud, staring at the blood and the copious slime, and the single cigarette bobbing on the sloshing surface of the river.

"I mean, I'm glad the Inspector is gone," Wilson muttered, picking himself off and brushing at his clothes. "But by god, it is real!"

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You can read 2 parts ahead on Patreon.

#exophilia #terato #monster x reader #monster fucker #monster x human #merfolk #dystopian #dark #surreal

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sinning-23 · 1 year

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Like Water Pt.2

Ku’Ku’lkan x Black! Reader

Warnings: still none, just a bit spicier this time. I’m really tryna build that tension

It’s warm here, your skin slightly sticky from the humidity in the air. You can hear water dripping from every direction as whispers echo through whatever room you’re in. Despite knowing who took you to you current location, you still had no idea where you were. He was also so secretive. Your eyes manage to slowly peel open, the glow of the cave illuminating your deep, brown skin. It’s quiet enough as the lady that happened to be standing beside you jumps out of surprise and leaves you.

All you can be is patient now as you observe your surroundings. This was most likely an older wonder of the world, one undiscovered by hungry researchers and collectors. The lady was quiet, her blue skin slightly illuminated by the glow as she juts her hands out, in them are neatly folded garments.

“For me?” You question point to yourself. She simply nods, bowing her head and pushing them towards you.

You take them, hesitantly yet thank her all the same. The clothing feels soft between your fingers, beads, and gemstones brushing against one another as you slip your current garments off and dress in the new ones.

It's a perfect fit; the sleeves were flounced, the neckline was a deep v adorned with beads of jade, and what you could assume was the vibranium he talked to you about before. The front was more of a flowy material, the slit of the middle showing off your legs only slightly as gold-trimmed the hem.

"Jach ma'alo'ob a wilikech(you look beautiful)." He hums, once again sneaking behind you, hands firm at your waist as he drinks at the sight of you.

He's touchy, trailing his hands up and down the sides of your body, then up towards your chest, hand falling at your neck like the most expensive necklace in the world, he's gentle though, the pressure only being that of his fingertips caressing your skin. Your quiet, heart pounding in your chest as he presses soft kisses to your skin. He's dressed as extravagantly as you are, and the sound of your beads brushing against each other fills the silence.

"Look at how beautiful you are." He hums, gripping your face to look into the mirror, a smile adorning his features

He lifts the dress, pulling the sides away from one another just to reach his hand down your thighs, the feeling of his fingers brushing so close to your panties making you shiver.

You're choked up, breath unsteady, yet he is, absolutely infatuated with you and practically glued to your body. He's got you sitting down now, his lips finding your chest.

"You have goosebumps pixamech (angel)" He hums, kissing from your ankles to your inner thigh.

He stops suddenly, cupping your face and placing the softest, feather light kiss to your lips.

“Losing track of time just being around you. I need to take you to Talokan." He hums, holding your hands in his.

Your brows furrow and he can clearly tell what you're thinking.

"There's a way for you to come with me safely. I've assured that much." He hums, guiding you to the water with ease.

As if you hadn't had enough wardrobe changes, he insists you wear what seemed like a wetsuit but with a thicker material and gold accents. To the side was a face mask similar to the onehe had you wear previously but it seemed to cover more of your face for good measure.

"I had an acquaintance of mine make this for you. It should be a perfect fit." He hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek before stepping out to let you change.

Everything seemed to be moving far faster than he should be comfortable with, yet here you are about to see his him for the first time. Despite it all, you follow him under the water, using your limited swimming skills to reach a tunnel that you assumed led to Talokan.

The water is warm here, and various structures built around had you in pure awe. Namor is gentle with you, guiding you here and there to show his people and their homes. They all seem delighted to see him and you, waving here and there while acknowledging their king. It doesn't take long for him to guide you to his quarters, the jaw of what seemed like a megalodon wide open, and inside was a thrown.

"In yakunaj, sit." He hums, guiding you over to his lap as he tries to read your expression.

"It's beautiful here, thank you for bringing me. I wish there was a way for us to stay here together. But we both know this won't work." You explain, refusing to meet his gaze You know he'll only make you feel worse if you look into his pleading eyes.

It's quiet for a moment, but he soon turns your head to face him, your forehead pressed to his.

"This is a lot to take in, I know. But I wouldn't have brought you for nothing." He explains, hands now caressing your cheek.

"I want you to rule here with me."

Your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening at the proposition. You'd be a fool to say no to him but you'd also be a fool to say yes knowing that the way your current relationship was playing out was already a stretch.

"And leave my life behind on the surface, Namor, I can't even live here without this! I'm honored and I would love to but how would this even work." You panic, breath quickening as your mind moves a million miles a minute.

"That we can easily fix. You can be my queen and treated how you deserve." He whispers, eyes fixed on yours.

"You already treat me like a queen, mi amor."

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The shore is quiet and he insists on taking you back to your home. Your smile is soft and regretful, but he knows you're only thinking of the future. The ocean waves call you back but you wouldn't be returning anytime soon. Namor waits patiently for you as you ring water out from your dress. He doesn't say a word, not yet at least as you pad up the porch and open the door.

"Goodnight, In yakunaj." He hums, swallowing down whatever feeling threatened to spill over. You're both struggling.

In an attempt to clear the air, you press a kiss on his cheek, still refusing to hold eye contact. He grabs your wrist when you turn and before you can speak again he's got your body pressed to his, lips pressed against one another as the guides you inside. You can't keep your hands from wandering and it seems neither can he. He's breathless, trying to push past furniture and home decor as you lead the way to your room.

He'd be sure to convince you to stay tonight.

#mcu namor #wakandaforever #namor #kukulkán #x reader #pt 2

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silversiren1101 · 10 months

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(If it hasn't been asked yet) △ Mino, what roles do you and Reg have in the bedroom, or is it pretty versatile?

[10/10 Invasiveness. Uh oh sex with feelings involved. These ones are my favorite lmao]

Just like with the previous questions involving her current bedroom with her dearest, Minovae turns scarlet around her pale scales. This time, though, the feathers on the back of her neck bristle, fluffing up before she hastily reaches back and flattens them down with a palm.

"You really like these questions, don't you?", she chuckles nervously.

"I think most would be surprised to hear our roles are more fluid than one would expect. Like, um", she hums as she thinks. "70-30 with him taking charge. Or, maybe even 65-35."

You watch as her fingers nervously poke and pick at the scales on her arms. A fang applies pressure to her bottom lip, the plush flesh threatening to well with a bead of blood.

"But it's not like I just lay there and let him do it all. No I assure you we're both quite eager for each other."

Another nervous chuckle as she absent-mindedly adds.

"Maybe even a little desperate at times..."

She then abruptly clears her throat, moving on. "For the times when I take charge, it's less like desperation and more like... a hunger? Sometimes a noise he makes or expression hits me in just the right way that I feel this irresistible urge to pounce on him. To..."

The red on her faces surges deeper. She smiles sheepishly and a bit of a haze takes to her violet eyes. Something almost husky settles onto her tongue.

"...to devour him. I want to hold him down and make him do it again. More. Louder. I want to drag it out of him and make him surrender that adamantine control of his and make him beg until he doesn't have a voice to beg with anymore... Tongue, fingers, tail, whatever it takes until he's panting and spent and I've gotten at least one whimper from him..."

She blinks, coming back into focus. A humiliated expression takes to her face and she shakes her head. Her tone is positively mortified.

"Oh fucking Hells, what is in this magic?! That's it! Question answered! You got the idea!"

Her tail hastily waves you off.

#silversirenwrites #oc: minovae arangeir #regill derenge x minovae arangeir #nsft #pair: hellpair #ask game #yessss i LOVE the smut questions #pwotr pals

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sheliesshattered · 10 months

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It feels like ages since I last posted an update for my Rhaenyra cosplay for Dragon Con 2023, but the last four weeks has been nothing but attaching the narrow trim to the seamlines of the overdress -- a tedious and fiddly process that had to be done by hand, and the trim had to be sewn down on both sides despite how narrow it is. I made good progress on it day to day, but the pictures were rather boring and similar week to week.

The nine vertical seams that have trim (no trim at center back, per the screen-used costume) come to a total of 447 inches. Sewing down each edge of the trim doubles that to 894 inches, or just under 25 yards of handsewing just to get the trim attached. At 7 or 8 stitches per inch, I figure that's something like 7000 itty bitty invisible stitches. Plus another two yards or so for basting the center front trim to make sure it was really centered once sewn down.

No wonder it took me four weeks, lol.

I still need to put the narrow trim on the edges of the sleeves, and I might get started on that today while watching Fourth of July movies (Independence Day and Hamilton at a minimum, maybe a few others), at least do the ironing to curve the trim slightly and baste it in place if nothing else. We're going to a friend's place for dinner and fireworks tonight, and while I certainly don't want to haul the entire (silk!) dress out of the house with me, taking one or both sleeves to sew on the ~30 minute drive over might not be a bad idea.

Besides getting going on the sleeve trim, now that the narrow trim is finished on the dress itself I've also been able to shift gears and start focusing on the wide neckline trim. I did a whole series of pinned tests to figure out what I wanted the center front to look like, how to make the pattern come together in the most visually pleasing way, and Jack helped me pick out the best option. Yesterday I trimmed the first two pieces to length and carefully handsewed the center front seam so the pattern matches up exactly:

The raw edges are currently just tucked under and pinned, and I need to figure out how much extra I want to leave -- enough so it won't fray or unravel, but not so much that the center front is weirdly puffy or stiff. This trim is at least partially polyester so I have been able to singe the cut edges to keep everything in place. I might be able to carefully do that on the center front edges, too.

After thinking about it overnight, I think I'm going to do this same treatment at center back, that mirroring of the pattern, and then just let the shoulder seams be whatever. The wig will mostly cover the center back, but eh I'd rather have the symmetry there.

So the next major task is getting all this neckline trim cut and placed, handsewn to the neckline of the dress and frayed ends all tucked safely away. It's going to be a bit tedious, especially at the shoulder seams, but hopefully it won't take me weeks and weeks like the narrow trim did!

Getting that wide trim in place is the last thing blocking getting the grommets in, so I'll be heading straight into that once the trim is even just mostly applied. There are things like the hem and the question of needing a modesty panel at center back that I can't even start on until I can lace the whole dress closed. And if it comes right down to it, I can cut corners on things like beading and the styling of the wig, or sewing a little bag to carry my stuff in. But the dress absolutely must have closures, or it's not really a dress, lol.

Given that, I think the order of operations is more or less: neckline trim, then grommets at center back and armscye/top of sleeve. Then hooks and eyes at the wrists, and a hem for the dress. Wig styling is probably the next highest priority, then the bag to carry stuff with me since the dress has no pockets. Then finishing the underdress, sewing on the large beads at waist and wrists, and then the tiny beads over the neckline trim. I've got one or two little adjustments to do to the jewelry that should probably come before the little seed beads on the neckline, but hopefully I'll be able to get to all of it in the next 8 weeks (!!) until I need to pack for Dragon Con.

I've also gathered basically all the components for my Harley Quinn cosplay, just waiting on one length of lining fabric to arrive -- but I'll talk all about that in its own post sometime soon here.

Eight weeks feels like hardly any time at all, especially given that I spent the last four weeks on what ended up being just one check mark on my rather long to-do list. But I am thrilled with how the dress is looking, and the narrow trim was definitely worth doing. It makes the dress look so much more like the screen-used costume.

Hokay. Time for movies and sewing. Here's hoping I can get through that to-do list in the next 58 days!

#RRD cosplay #my cosplay #my sewing #so much handsewing #so much #Dragon Con #Dragon Con prep #Dragon Con 2023 #Dragon Con 2023 prep #long post

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tommybowefuneralattendee · 4 months

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💙Smoshblr December Asks Day 18💛

What are your top 3 fave clothes, that you currently own? (can be faves for any reason, like comfort, smth you love to wear on special occasions, etc. 🤗)

Bonus: What are your top 3 fave accessories? (like jewelry, belts, bags, etc. 👜)

i wear a sleepsoft flannel shirt from torrid like every day, non exaggeratory, home or out. i wear a floor length polka dotted skirt when i'm home. i have a streamer merch shirt that says OwO that i get compliments on every single time i wear it. i'm halfway through answering this and realizing i'm just listing out like. all of my accessories. describing them. so there's more than three. but i had fun so love and light. i broke it up for readability

my ring is probably, like, the big thing that i Love about my accessories. it weighs an ounce and a half and has roses and skulls on it and when it no longer fits me i'm going to be so, so upset. i got it from spencer's; it was originally 26 dollars and i bought it for 3.

my other ring (my rings are on the middle finger of both hands) is really pretty blue and green stone inset in a silver band; i stole it. it has an outline of the state of west virginia.

the bracelet on my right wrist (hand w the blue and green ring) is the collar of a shirt i altered for my sister wrapped around my wrist three times. technically, i altered the shirt for me, but my sister so rarely actually Wants things i've altered, so i took it off and went to my room to grab another shirt as soon as she asked for it.

on my other wrist, i wear three metal bracelets. one is a bangle that i have no idea of the origin of. one is a twisted metal beaded bracelet my grandmother bought me at a secondhand store. the third, my mother bought for herself in miami or austin or las vegas, somewhere on business, and it is very thin, like thin enough to get caught in arm hair thin, and my mom didn't like the texture, so she gave it to me.

my three favorite pairs of earrings rn are my tarot cards (sun and moon, from etsy), my dumdums (blue lollipops i bought from a jewelry vendor at the indianapolis fair; if anyone wants funky earrings, i can direct you to her site, she does mail), and the vampire themed drop earrings i bought from my friend sjonnie.

i wear three necklaces every day (with very few exceptions; one of my shirts is cut strangely, so i only wear one of them, for example) - one is the hammer i've worn since middle school, one is a beaded necklace my mother made for me, and i swap out the last one between two necklaces - they're both beaded gem cage necklaces, one with a blue opal in it and one with a rose quartz. i swap between them based on whether there's more blue or red in my outfit

i also swap out my eyebrow ring to match my outfits - i have a blue one and a silver one where the top ball is red. i don't change out my nose rings yet. i don't know how to change out my rook and at this point i'm too scared to ask.

i wear black on black converse combat boots every day right now. my mom thinks i need new shoes bc they're not supportive enough. but they fuck so hard

#this was a fantastic break from the art i'm doing rn thank u sm #thanks for asking stella <33333333 #ask answered #wallpaper inside my heart

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lingshanhermit · 10 months

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Ling Shan Hermit: The Game of April Fool's Day

We've all had this experience. When we were very young, we would linger outside the toy counter. I still remember how I felt looking at the Transformers toys through the old-fashioned wooden glass counter. Back then, I believed that if I had the toys inside the counter, I would have happiness. I would become content and live a happy and joyful life forever. I've even seen some kids rolling on the ground to get the toy they wanted until their helpless fathers finally bought it for them and they burst into laughter. Of course, that child wasn't me, I would not adopt such a Kim Jong-un-style approach.

I obtained the toy I wanted in another way. My father told me that if I could come to see him with the top score in the final exam in my class, I could get the thing in the counter. I used this smart approach to get what I wanted. However, soon, I fell in love with Tom and Jerry at 6:30 pm. Every day, I would sit there on time waiting for it to start, and the toy that I once fantasized about disappeared without a trace.

When we grew a little older, our goals changed again. We started to want other things. I remember the children around us all had a dream, which was to go to Beijing. Beijing was the center of the world in our hearts at that time, and anyone who could go there would win everyone's envy.

When we got a little older, our pursuits changed again. What you wanted at that time might be Nike shoes, attention from girls, or a smile from the girl you liked.

When I got even older, I began to pin my happiness on finding those famous but hard-to-buy books. I would note down the book titles and search for them in different bookstores. I naively believed that those books would bring me happiness. However, in reality, many books disappointed me after reading. Some books were given up by me just after a few pages.

When you start working, you begin to want to earn a lot of money, want your own car, your own house, and a beautiful girlfriend. We believe that with all these, you would want nothing else in life, you would be happy. But in fact, when you have all these, you won't be satisfied. A few years after your beautiful girlfriend becomes your wife, you might be figuring out how to have a secret lover without breaking up your current family.

We always want to rely on external things to bring us happiness. We believe that those things can make us happy, but if you really ask yourself whether they make you happy, you might not be certain. It's risky to let your happiness depend on those external things.

I even heard that the Japanese are trying to create a happiness pill. It's said that in the near future, we could obtain eternal happiness and eliminate all troubles just by taking this pill. But so far, I haven't heard that this experiment has been successful. Perhaps this is just an April Fool's joke played by the Japanese.

For us, we have always been chasing the April Fool's pill. We believe that we will be eternally happy as long as we get certain things. We keep taking and keep being disappointed. Even if you get everything you want, your happiness won't last long. You'll soon be looking for the next target.

Sometimes, that target is a BMW, at other times, it's traveling around the world, or winning a million-dollar lottery. At other times, it's simply buying a book you've been waiting for a long time, a piece of clothing, or a new romance.

From a Buddhist perspective, if you try to use external things to bring you comfort and joy, you will ultimately only reap failure. Buddhism doesn't think we can obtain inner peace and joy through external things, just like you can't put out a fire with oil. Those things might temporarily distract your attention, but soon, you'll return to your original state. They bring you more expectations and also more chances for pain.

We've tried one April Fool's pill after another. We change jobs, hairstyles, husbands, lipsticks, phones, new prayer beads, new gurus, new friends. We go to the gym, to the community garden, to short trips in the suburbs of Beijing. At different stages of life, we have different pills. In fact, they are just the same kind of pill with different colors. Some are just made into shapes you've never seen before, making you think that this new pill will be different from the past. In the end, all these are nothing but April Fool's pills. Believing that they can bring you peace and joy is like believing that drinking paint can quench your thirst. Many people never tire of this, they become busy because of these, they become exhausted, they always expect the next one to be better, but the next one might be worse. This is how our life goes by.

If you want to solve the problem of the heart, if you want to achieve peace and joy, you must look inward. The method of trying to gain peace and joy through external changes is considered heresy in Buddhism. It's just an April Fool's joke played by ignorance, and we always fall for it.

First published on July 1, 2008.

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