#just more scribbling.... nothing but scribbling [aaaaa

[kelocitta]

What if we were both girlthings and slugthings

#and we were gay? #rain world #rw anthro #rw downpour #just more scribbling.... nothing but scribbling [aaaaa #also for clarity the symptoms of hunters illness include dizziness exhaustion fainting and also weak skin easy bruising and thin blood #so their tear both old and new wounds open frequently and then bleed a lot to boot #stubborn enough that it doesnt slow them down much #artificer cant mock them much for it cause shes not much better #[and arguably worse in other ways] #ask to tag?

[giggly-toybox]

now that you're writing for One Piece, if you don't mind, u could share some general tickling thoughts/headcanons on the series? (hcs of characters, scenarios between them etc) if this is too broad u can feel free to ignore, thanks!

HI OKAY SO!!!! I was literally so excited to make this bc this show has absolutely taken over my brain AAAAA

But here we go! For now, we’ll only be doing MY personal favorite characters! If you want a character that isn’t on here, let me know when requests open up again!

Also note: I am in the middle of the Marineford arc (and might have cried a little bit) meaning I am nowhere near up to date with some of the newer stuff!

Basil Hawkins:

EASILY my favorite character. Me and my mutual have been rambling about him for days. So far he’s only had like eight minutes of screen time so don’t know why I like him so much, I just do. My silly babygirl. My borblo Right off the bat, he’s feather ticklish

Like, really. Feathers affect him more than actual fingers

I think he has a very gentle and soft laugh most of the time, but it can get loud if you hit a bad spot

I think his worst spots are his belly, neck, and chin

If you use a feather on any of those spots he will die

EXTREMELY squirmy. He will buck, kick, shove, squirm, whatever he has to do to get away

He’s a really gentle ler most of the time

He’ll just hold you close with an arm while he mindlessly traces his finger on your belly, reading his cards like nothings happening

If you want to get away he’ll let you

But if you tickle him first, that gentleness is thrown out the window and he immediately targets your death spots, scribbling his gloved fingers all over your squirming figure

He doesn’t do it for long tho, and he’s nice enough to get you some water afterwards :)

Perona:

MY GIRLLLL! I love her so so much she’s easily my favorite female character! I just love her style sm, I need her outfit! I love her little ghosts and her aesthetic as a whole, she’s just so pretty!

Persona just oozes sister vibes, both big and little. So I would say she’s an even 50/50 switch

She’s probably ticklish all over, but I would say her worst spot is her belly, specifically her belly button

She doesn’t shut up when being tickled. She’ll scream, beg, plead, complain, or try to distract you

Either that or she’ll send her ghosts to make you depressed

She would be such a brat after being tickled tbh 😭

She would pout and scold you before eventually moving on and floating away

She only tickles things she deems cute, so if you’re not cute in her book, you’re safe

But once she has you in her sights, she’ll playfully tackle you and absolutely wreck you

She likes your cute laugher :3

Crocodile:

My boy Crocodile! Gosh he’s just so cool. I didn’t like him too much in the Alabasta arc, but he got a lot better in Impel Down and Marineford! I just really love the way he looks, and his sand powers :3

Yeah…In all honesty I don’t think this guys really ticklish at all

As much as it pains me to admit

The only spot that could really make him laugh is his neck

Even then all you would get are a few chuckles

He’s not sensitive enough to wreck sorry 😔

He doesn’t really participate in tickling either

He thinks it’s childish

Nico Robin:

The best Strawhat. I do not take criticism. She is my girl and I love her so much. Her “I want to live” made my heart ache! And she easily has my favorite devil fruit

We love a canon ler

Gosh her ability is so well for tickling as we’ve seen in the show twice!

Like she can summon two arms to hold yours and then two to tickle you silly

She’s a nice ler most of the time tho, she won’t torture you for too long

As a lee I think she’s one of those people that are ticklish on most of their body, but not too ticklish

Like no matter where you tickle her, tummy, neck, feet, she’ll giggle but that’s about it

As I’ve said before I think her worst spot are her sides so that’s where you’ll get the most reaction

She’s a bit louder but other than that there’s not really a lot of difference

She had a lovely laugh though <3

Jewelry Bonney:

Another supernova! I really like Bonney, I find her devil fruit really interesting! I can’t wait to see more of her Ticklish thighs. I don’t take criticism she’s definitely weak there

She also has pretty sensitive armpits, but her thighs are a bit worse

Her laugher is kinda rough, and she definitely snorts

If you’re really close to her, she doesn’t mind being ticked by you

But if not you’re getting kicked in the face

Since she’s a big foodie, I see her favorite tickling methods to be things like nibbling or raspberries

I would say licking too but I’m super uncomfortable with licking tickles

X Drake:

X Drake! I love him so much, my dinosaur boy. He easily has the best animal devil fruit so far (I forget what the type is called)

While I do think he’s ticklish, I think he has a lot of tolerance for those kind of things

I mean he used to be a rear admiral he definitely has some endurance

He doesn’t actually squirm around that much. He’ll flinch and shove a bit, maybe kick his legs a few times, but for the most part he just takes it

But he does have one weakness: raspberries

If you blow one right on his belly, like on the middle of the bottom of the huge X on his torso, he’ll laugh louder then the sea

He’s definitely more of a ler. I see him tickling people in his dinosaur form

Like he’s carrying them like a doll and tickling them all over

Or holding them by the ankles and wrecking their soles

Human or dinosaur form, if he’s tickling you you’re not escaping until he lets you go

#one piece #one piece tickle #basil hawkins #perona #sir crocodile #nico robin #jewelry bonney #x drake #honorable mention: bon clay #i love him so so so much! #i just…couldnt think of any hcs for him 🥲 #forgive me #this took an embarrassingly long time to finish 😭 #but im so happy with it! #i hope you all like them :)

[panda-of-the-trash]

[added this at the end: ACCIDENTALLY MADE IT LONG AAAAA] YIPPPEE SO- im bad at explaining and shit but i'll do my best to explain :33 my head has them color coded [no names yet because i suck at those so for now i'll refer to them as colors] Red and blue are human, green is an elf of some sort and i'm still trying to figure out what to make black [maybe elf aswell? idk], they all live together Black is sometimes clueless, head up in the cloud, but it's not on purpose, they're just kind of like that ^^'' [i'll traumatise them later /silly /hj] They get embarressed really easily and act more mature/serious then they actually are, internally they're kind of immature/childish since they haven't really grown up but at least they're trying lol They like to draw embarressing drawings but aren't that confident and scribble them out when they're finished to hide them Sometimes they get carried away and when they're doing bits/jokes, they pull it out for too long but green always makes sure to listen to them and comforts them later, blue laughs either way because they find most things funny, red finds it hard to 'fake' a reaction so they just smile and keep shut, sometimes trying to pipe in and make things less awkward Black is more of a listener but they like talking too, they're the only one who doesn't grumble when they get chores, i'd say their love language is quality time Not sure if i should split it up or something because feel like if i continue it's going to be too long- Green is very much the caretaker of the group, they're a little stubborn and bossy but it's because they care. They know when to goof around but also when to stop, which is something red and [sometimes] blue seem to forget- internally they're mature and mostly independent, the only person they vent to is black and sometimes [for the light stuff] blue, black is a good listener and blue likes being helpful/useful i wanna make all the gang found family btw They're the closest to black and the least close to red, but they still enjoy reds company and they can have fun sometimes when red tones it down a bit and green learns to let loose a lil. Green finds it hard to accept/proccess when people have wronged them, like sometimes it straight up won't load and they'll just go into denial and pretend nothing happened.

I'd say their love language is acts of service or gift giving music does things to my brain

I LOVE THIS

#anya babbles #iamunable

[mountains-on-mountains]

From the Earth to the Morgue--MCR fanfic!!

AAAAA this is my first time writing mcr fanfic, so here we go!!!

Summary: Tattoo artist Frank Iero has just taken out a lease on the weirdest--and coolest--house he's ever seen. Its architect, Gerard Way, supposedly killed himself in the house, but Frank discovers some evidence that could prove that false, including meeting Gerard's ghost. He and Gerard set to work trying to set the record straight, but Frank was not expecting to fall in love with a ghost along the way.

Word Count: 1385

Ship: Frerard

Chapter 1/?

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41732709/chapters/104693451

Chapter One: We Hold In Our Hearts

Frank’s eyes danced over the terms of the contract again. It really did seem too good to be true. 

Oh well. He didn’t have a degree, he worked as a tattoo artist, and he was single.

Very, very single. 

Frank’s eyes danced over the terms of the contract again. It really did seem too good to be true. 

Oh well. He didn’t have a degree, he worked as a tattoo artist, and he was single.

Very, very single. 

Frank sighed as he scribbled his signature over the paper. Maybe this was a mistake, but the price tag was too good for him to refuse. The house did seem fine, after all, it was just the history that deterred people. 

The history, that’s all, he told himself. That’s all.

—

Setting the last box down in the living room, Frank looked at the rather pathetic array of stuff he’d brought. His whole life, packed into such a small amount of boxes, bags, and suitcases. And now he had this whole house to fill. 

It wasn’t an especially large house, but he had no furniture, and it felt so empty that it made Frank’s chest hurt a bit. 

“Well, here you go,” Mikey said, coming up behind him, dangling something on his finger. “Here’s the keys.”

“Thanks, man.” Frank took them. 

“Let me know if you need any help moving in, okay?” Mikey looked around quickly, furtively.

“I will.” 

Frank wouldn’t. 

Mikey looked around once more, nodded his head once, decisively, and walked out, closing the door behind him. Neither he nor Frank said goodbye. 

With that thoroughly awkward interaction behind him, Frank looked around the space, the ache in his chest returning. Was this where–

No. Don’t go there, Frank.

Frank decided to get to work hauling his mattress up to the second floor room he’d be sleeping in. He was huffing, puffing, and sweating by the time he was halfway up the stairs. 

There was a giggle in his ear. 

Frank froze. What was that? 

He looked wildly around, searching for anyone or anything that might have made the noise. 

Must have been the wind, or the stairs, or something. Nothing to worry about. 

He finished pulling the mattress upstairs, getting it set on the floor where he wanted it. he didn’t have a bed frame yet, so this would have to do. 

Frank went back downstairs and began moving boxes, putting each in the room it would eventually be unpacked into. He still needed to find furniture. He had a coffee table and a few decent chairs, but that was about it.

Once Frank had moved his stuff around to his satisfaction, he decided to look around the house a bit. There were a few rooms he hadn’t spent much time in yet, such as the recording studio. 

The house’s last owner was a guy named Gerard Way, a couple years older than Frank. He was a pretty successful architect who did music on the side, hence the nice house and home recording studio. 

Or at least, he had been a successful architect and musician, until he killed himself in this very house. 

That was why it was so cheap. That’s why Frank was the only one willing to live there. There were bloodstains on the floor in a couple of rooms, Frank didn’t know the details, but he had to assume it was a rather gory death. 

There was that, and then there were all the other oddities of the house. 

Gerard had apparently bought the property and then completely redone it. The exterior of the house was original, a run down Victorian, but the interior was crazy. It was almost like some sort of haunted maze, with doors that went nowhere and secret compartments in the cabinets and weird symbols scrawled on the doorways. Frank thought it was the coolest house he’d ever been in, but he could see why other people wouldn’t like it. He was leasing it from Gerard’s younger brother Mikey, who seemed to have mixed feelings on the house. He seemed to want the house out of his life, but he’d leased it out instead of selling. 

“Just–take care of it, okay?” He’d said when Frank had sat down with him and signed the lease. 

“I will.” Frank had promised. 

He intended to keep that promise, he didn’t want to change anything about the house. He really did think it was the coolest house he’d ever been in, it was big but not too big, and again, the price was great. It was perfect.

Almost too perfect.

Frank couldn’t afford to look a gift horse in the mouth, though, so he decided he’d deal with any problems as they arose. 

He walked through the house to the recording studio, which was past the kitchen and up a short flight of stairs. He let out an appreciative hum as he walked in. 

A huge panel of dials, sliders, and gauges stood in front of a giant glass wall. Through the window Frank could see a few stools and chairs strewn about the space, and there was a huge amp in one corner. 

Frank opened the door to the left of the sound board and walked into the recording space. There were a few monitors on the wall, and the aforementioned chairs, stools, and amps, but besides that, the room was empty. 

It was eerie, Frank thought. This room should be filled with people playing guitar, keyboard, drums; there should have been someone in the booth working the sound board, giving the musicians the thumbs up to start playing. 

Frank shook his head, shaking off his thoughts. He should be unpacking right now. 

Walking back into the kitchen, he got a couple of plates out of one of the three boxes sitting sadly on the ground and went to put them in a cabinet. As he walked over, his foot caught on something and the plates went flying as he fell to the ground.

“Shit, what was that?” Frank mumbled, plates forgotten for the moment as he looked down at his foot. 

The thing he had tripped over was the edge of a floorboard, raised just enough to catch his eye. Crawling over to it, he pried it up with his fingertips, laying on his stomach to try and see it better. 

He got the floorboard up enough that he couldn’t see anything under it, but attached to the bottom of the board itself were three photographs, which Frank pulled off, noticing the tape carefully affixed to the back. 

Straightening up, Frank looked through the photographs. 

They were all pictures of Gerard Way. 

One was him and Mikey in some sort of bar or restaurant, laughing over something. The second was a photo of Gerard looking over his shoulder, startled by the camera and its bright flash which lit him up and cast his surroundings into shadow. There was something red between his hands, and he looked somewhat guilty. 

Frank squinted at his hand, trying to discern what the object was. A necklace, maybe? He could make out beads, and something that looked like a pendant in Gerard’s far hand. He set it aside. 

Frank’s eyes widened as he looked at the third picture. It was Gerard, in a black suit, his eyes black, tears of blood down his cheeks, looking up at a spot slightly above the camera. He looked terrified, and there was a red rosary clutched between his clasped hands. It was a perversion of prayer, a scene that you’d see in a horror movie. 

It had to be some sort of photoshoot, right? 

Looking at the photos in sequence, Frank could see Gerard wearing the same clothes in all three pictures. This must have happened all in the same night. Did Mikey know about the last two pictures? About whatever the fuck had gone on that night? 

Frank turned the first picture over. 

6/11. 8:36 PM.

The second.

6/11. 10:12 PM.

The third. 

6/12. 1:24 AM.

What the fuck?

—

Frank didn’t sleep very well that night, the thought of the pictures unsettling him. He tossed and turned on his mattress on the floor, feeling very vulnerable. 

“Did we all fall down…” 

He froze. Was that singing?

“Did we all fall down… did we all fall down…”

Frank sat up as quietly as possible. 

The voice disappeared. 

Strangely enough, Frank didn’t feel scared. Whoever had been singing had sounded more plaintitive than malicious. 

He fell asleep pretty quickly after that. 

#frank iero #ray toro #mikey way #gerard way #my chem #mcr #my chemical romance #gerard my chem #frerard #ghost au #tw suicide mention

[ticklish-n-stuff]

if youre still doing the spot ask game then rui and hands 👀 i wanna hear more of your thoughts on this

Send me a character + body part!

Hehehe~ *rubs hands evily*

Ok but like this ask got me very excited so ty for sending it in!

Can I say that his hands are an 11/10 in the ticklish scale?? It's my blog so yeah LOL

This was one of the first tickle hcs I came up for Rui 'cause it just makes sense y'know? He likes to build things so obviously that = having ticklish hands

Maybe that's why he wears gloves in his costume, 'cause his hands are just THAT ticklish alsjakajah

Ok but like he literally can't handle any light touches there, wether it be someone stroking their fingertips teasingly or something soft like a feather, he cannot handle it, poor baby will burst into giggles at the softest touch (ok but like imagine just twirling a feather in the center of his palm and running it between his fingers, he'd be absolutely losing...I came up with this idea on the spot but it already sounds so cute AAAAA!!!).

Scribble your nails along his palm and he's an actual goner, he will shriek and cackle like a madman (Tsukasa absolutely loves doing that to him).

He does squirm around quite a bit when tickled there but won't actually pull his hands away (the others definitely tease him about it)

I feel like he'd get easily embarrassed by how sensitive his hands are, so if you tease him about it he will turn into a tomato. And the best part is since your tickling his hands, he has nothing to cover his face with, which just makes it even more flustering for poor Rui. Definitely tease while tickling him, it'll never fail to make him squeal.

Ok but like...mouth tickles. Like I can imagine Tsukasa trying to be all romantic and shit and kisses Rui on the palm and poor Rui just squeaks and is just moritified by the embarrassing situation (and then Tsukasa keeps going 'cause it's so freaking cute!)

And omg raspberries to his palm will absolutely get him to scream bloody murder. His shrieks turn so high pitched it's so funny and cute!

And nibbles will also just obliterate him. Just softly nibbling along his palm while making playful growling noises = Rui laughing himself silly while feeling flustered to oblivion.

One of my first few fics was about Tsukasa giving Rui a hand massage and well...you can imagine how that went aksjaksjsj. Poor Rui can't even handle a simple hand massage without giggling.

I should make another fic exploiting this weakness of his, I have such a hyperfixation with lee Rui SJAKSHAKSJ. Also sorry if this ask is all over the place aksjalsksj

#asksksksks #anon ask #ask game #project sekai #rui kamishiro #lee!rui #tickle hcs #rui hcs #lee rui brainrot

[dapayeora]

Watching TFA is so slow

It's so cool to see them robots wielding some characteristic weapons instead of having everyone blasting off same-looking guns again and again

and TFA designs are so cool

I normally don't like ninja but ninja prowl's so cool and old Rachet is also so cool though I sometimes can't understand what he's saying

Optimus not being so revered leader of Autobots is also very refreshing. He looks very young and feels more like an actual comrade.

Whoever decided to give Blitzwing 3 personalities deserve so much respect it's a genious idea and the Decepticons in TFA are actually huge and terrifying 😋🥰😳 it's kid's cartoon but they clearly still have the killing machine vibe they all so deserve love it so much

What I most like about TFA is Starscream damn aaaaa he's so cute and huge I love his cute smirks on that dumb humongous chin... makes me happily dizzy 🥰 everyone has huge chin there it's so dumb and weird but I'm all for dumb and weird stuffs.. oh I love his colors too I love his vibrant red blue whites cause it suits his boastful vain self but TFA colorway makes him more mature suits him as a leader I just hope nothing bad happens to him 🥰 but highly unlikely he's the bad guy here 😭

btw I don't like the little kid and her little key healing and reviving dead bots around :/ big mary sue moment so far :/ deux ex machina they say... unless it caters to my need by presenting severely beaten Starscream in an acute pain finally finds some rest in death but then forcefully gets returned to the world of pain but I doubt it ever happens

so why is watching tfa so slow?

that's because I got a work to do and I also need to hit the gym after that I need to doomscroll ig tumblr reddit 4chan then I also need to play my daily dose of tf2 after that I also scribble some stuff as well so that's why I don't have the time to watch tfa

#tf #tfa #my stuff

[punkyflesh]

I love your fanfiction so much.. actually because of it I watched sofia the first couple of days ago and Cedric is so 😳😳 i just want to hug him and say that everything will be fine... speaking of the request for a story could you please write about how a completely-non-believing-in-magic s/o gets into their world (portal?? spell??) and they with a cedric look at each other like on mice for experiments until they slowly fall in love /i used google translate so sorry for mistakes/

AAAAA that literally made my day when i first saw it, i'm honoured to have encouraged you to watch the show & i'm glad you enjoyed it!

i’m going to make a part two for this fiction as it’ll be very long otherwise

don't apologise for the mistakes - as far as i'm aware, you're asking for the reader to be transported to enchancia who doesn't believe in magic, and cedric sees this as a good opportunity to use them for experiments blah blah love. let me know if i'm wrong about that, but enjoy!

TW: strong language used (swearing)

cedric x reader who doesn't believe in magic | oneshot - part one

"I'm just not convinced that this 'spell' of yours is going to work. You know I don't believe in that sort of crap." You said, shaking your head and folding your arms sternly. Your best friend had been trying to persuade you to try out a new teleportation spell they'd found online for many weeks now - according to the website, the spell would teleport you to a kingdom of magical opportunities and unique people - you simply did not believe the bullshit that came from a domain with a warning on the page.

It had taken a few weeks in order to gather all the equipment needed, and it amused you that your best friend was so easily swayed. You on the other hand? Well, let's just say you were only playing along to prove yourself right. As your friend finished up the alignment in which the equipment was supposed to be, they gestured for you to stand in the centre whilst they got the torn-up paper with the 'magic words' scribbled on messily. With a huff, you hesitantly stepped into the circle that had weird letters around it, glitter from the local craft place in town, and burning sage. "Alright! Are you ready to be transported to a place beyond your wildest dreams?!" Your friend exclaimed, holding onto the piece of paper excitedly and jumping up and down. Although you didn't believe that it was going to work, seeing your friend so excited ignited a sense of warmness in your heart. With a small smile, you nodded.

From then on, your hearing began to turn hazy. You could briefly hear the chanting of your friend, reading from the scrawny piece of paper, but could also hear a new ringing that was getting increasingly louder. You tried to shout out, tried to get your friend to stop and explain how you suddenly thought that this was a bad idea, but you could not hear any words escaping from your mouth. Your stomach began to churn as a bright, white light made you squint. You felt as though you were falling through a lifeless void before you hit a hard surface, your eyes still tightly sealed shut.

What the hell was that? You opened your eyes slowly to find that you were in fact laying down as if you had just got thrown against the surface of something hard. Your body felt numb. On the floor below you, you realised that you were laying upon a red carpet - you don't recall owning one, but then soon saw that the carpet was the length as one of the red carpets you'd see at a movie premiere. Using all your strength to lift up your head enough to support itself, you gazed down what seemed to be a long hallway with intricate designs and paintings decorating the walls. The ceiling was high. You couldn't tell if you were still tripping out or if this was reality but managed to gain more strength to push yourself up even further, looking around your surroundings and taking in the change of scenary. This definitely was not the dingy basement you were in 5 minutes ago. This was something a lot more elegant, posh - almost like the interior of a castle.

All of a sudden, the area you were sitting in was overcast by a shadow, a silhouette of someone. You turned your head expecting to see your friend, but instead saw the long legs of someone unfamiliar to you. They were quite tall and was wearing a long, plum-coloured robe that was tied into a neat knot above their abdomen. You gulped unconsciously and continued to raise your head until you saw the figure fully. They were looming over you, folding their arms into the sleeves of their robe and raising their eyebrow. The look on his face looked stern, but not confused or angry - more of a resting face. The figure had quite noticeable eye bags underneath his hazel eyes and a unique colouration to his hair - he had silvery-white bangs that heavily contrasted the darkness of his natural shade.

You found yourself staring at this odd hair colour before you heard him clear his throat, snapping you out of your trance and jumping slightly. "I uh.." You began, trying to pull yourself to your feet but achieving nothing in the process. The teleportation - or whatever nonsense had just happened, you were too confused to think about it - had obviously left you quite weak. "No need to explain. I'm already aware of your circumstances." The man spoke, cutting you off from what you were trying to explain. You stopped and gave the man a confused look - what did he mean he already knew the circumstances? If you were teleported...was he already aware of that? Hesitantly, you saw him offer you a hand. "It seems as though you've had quite a fall. Here." You looked to his hand - he was wearing black, fingerless gloves that were well fit against his slender fingers - and snuffled a laugh. A bold fashion choice.

Questioningly, you took the mans hand and he pulled you up onto your feet until you were able to look him in the eyes. Finally being able to share the same gaze as him set off a sudden spark in your body that ran from your heart to the hand in which was still interlocked with his own. You felt your heart begin to pound in your chest as you held onto him, not being able to take your eyes away. The same eyes that were looking down at you coldly seemed a lot softer now, gentle even. It was as if the whole world stopped. The figure stared at you for a moment longer, before clearing his throat for the second time and turning his head away, retracting his hand from yours and then offering you a small smile. “You must be my new apprentice. Marvellous to finally meet you.”

“I’m sorry, apprentice?” You questioned, your voice raspy and small. What did he mean apprentice? Apprentice for what? He raised his eyebrow at you once more and stifled a laugh. “Yes? Is there a problem?”

“I’m sorry, but you must be confused. I don’t even know who you are.”

The man looked taken back from your words, judging by the way his face transformed, you seemed to have offended him slightly. “Excuse me? I am Cedric the Sensational! Royal sorcerer of the Kingdom of Enchancia! I’ve saved a few people before and…”

Listening to the man drain on about his successes, you laughed, this time not holding it back. Your laugh caused him to stop talking and stare at you, as you shook your head and brushed off your clothes. “Sorcerer? Sorry pal, but I don’t believe in magic. Try fooling someone else with that story, because it sure ain’t gonna be me.”

Cedric listened to you as you laughed, freezing as he processed. You didn’t believe in magic, yet you had randomly appeared in the middle of the castle, dressed in clothes that’ll surely take you to the dungeon out of the blue? It just didn’t make any sense - unless…

He smirked. It had worked, his spell that he had sent out had actually worked! It was time for him to use this to his own advantage.

He was gonna have fun with his new little experiment.

#cedric oneshot #anti cedfia #comfort character #cedric x reader #cedric the great #cedric sofia the first #cedric the sensational #cedric #cedric the sorcerer #cedric the great x reader #cedric the sorcerer x reader #sofia the fandom #cedric the sensational x reader

[thunder-at-dawn]

October 1st

word count: 1,241

prompt: chase

summary: sapnap and dream do practice for manhunt every once in a while. but today, sapnap has an interesting plan in mind for if dream gets caught.

THIS EVENT IS FINALLY HERE AAAAA HOLY SHIT!!!! as one of the organizers, i’m super excited, and plan to write as much as i can for it!!! i can’t wait to see what everyone else has planned :D

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

“Ooooh, Dream! Get back here!”

“Leave me alone, Sapnap!”

“Better run faster~!”

“Nohoho!”

Dream raced through the forest as fast as his legs could take him, making sure to not trip over any rocks or branches. Everything was on the line right now. He had to run, or else, he would meet his demise.

Okay, maybe he was being a little bit overdramatic. But hey, when your best friend comes up to you and says he wants to do “Manhunt practice,” you know you’re in for it.

Dream was running through the trees, twisting and turning throughout the wooden maze. He had no plans on losing his friend’s challenge. He had fallen victim to Sapnap’s consequences; it would not happen again. All he could hear was the sound of his own footsteps, stepping in front of one and other.

He didn’t hear any more of Sapnap’s calls and teases, and took a quick look behind him. The hunter wasn’t there. Dream stopped running, letting out a sigh of relief and catching as much breath as he could. If Dream was seemingly alone, he was going to take it as a chance to breathe.

The speedrunner looked up, exploring his surroundings. He had run so far, he was in an unfamiliar area. He was in a small clearing among the forest, and a small pond was nearby. Of course, a small rest wouldn’t hurt. Sapnap didn’t seem to be around, maybe he had lost him.

Dream knelt down next to the pond, splashing water in his face and taking a small sip of it. He watched a couple of birds fly high above the treetops, and the rest was definitely a well needed one. After a couple of minutes, he decided to keep moving. If he had stayed in one spot for much longer, Sapnap would definitely find him. Just as he was about to exit the clearing and start moving again, a blur of black and white fabric flashed in front of him from above.

“Boo!”

Dream yelled, unsettled and frazzled by the sudden scare. He was ready to start running, but Sapnap was quicker, tackling him to the grassy ground before the other could get a chance to run.

“Dude, you should not have let your guard down like that. I was sitting in the trees the whole time, and you were just relaxing like no one was around!” Sapnap chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, so I rested up a little.” Dream rolled his eyes. “Round’s over, you caught me. Can you get off of me now?”

“Ohoho, don’t think you’re getting away that easily.” Sapnap scoffed. “I mean, of course, you haven’t forgotten about the punishment we agreed on for when you got caught, right?”

The punishment.

Fuck.

How did Dream forget about the punishment?

“W-Wait, nohoho, Sapnap!” He shook his head back and forth, eliciting a chuckle from his friend.

“Oh my god, you did forget! And here you are, remembering it and getting all nervous!” He laughed softly. “Hmmm… there’s so many ways I can start with this… what do I do first?”

“How about you do nothing?” Dream sassed.

“And how about I ignore you?” Sapnap chuckled. “Come on, you agreed to this! A deal’s a deal.”

The blonde sighed, looking over at a nearby tree to avoid eye contact with his best friend. “Just- promise you won’t go for super long, okay?” He asked, feeling his face start to warm.

“Oh, of course not, man. I’ll only go for a few minutes. That’s as much as you can handle, anyway.”

“Just get on with it, dude!”

“That eager, huh? Well, if you say so!”

And with that, the punishment for getting caught started. Sapnap wasted no time in squeezing up and down Dream’s sides, and Dream wasted no time in letting his giggles spill out.

“Duhuhude, nohohoho!!” Dream giggled, trying to squirm away from his friend.

“Wow, you’re already so giddy!” Sapnap giggled a little himself. “What’s wrong, Dream? Nervous?”

“Nohoho, I’m nOHOhot!” He squinted his eyes shut as he felt Sapnap’s fingers skitter and spider up to dance along his ribs. He twisted back and forth to try and shake Sapnap off, but nothing was working. Eventually, he resorted to trying to push Sapnap off, smacking at his hands.

“Oh, that’s just rude.” The fiery friend responded, holding Dream’s wrists above his head with one hand. Dream’s giggles quickly escalated, becoming more nervous by the second.

“What’s wrong, Dream? Why are you so nervous?” Sapnap asked, reading his best friend like an open book.

“Ihi’m nohohot nehervohouhus.” Dream lied, shaking his head.

“Really? Doesn't it make you nervous when I do this?” Sapnap grinned evilly, hovering a free hand above Dream’s exposed armpit. The other tried to glare at Sapnap and intimidate him, but the smile on his face said otherwise. After more anticipation, he dug in and scribbled around, causing his friend to kick and squirm.

“FuhUHuhuck ohoHOFF!” Dream swore, high-pitched laughter escaping him.

“Wow, rude.” Sapnap smirked, moving his hand to Dream’s other underarm.

“Duhuhude, ihit’s sohoho baHAHAD!!” He laughed, wriggling around. “Ahahare yohou ahAHALmohost dohOHne?!”

“Almost! I just have a few more things planned!” He smirked, letting go of Dream’s hands and digging fingers underneath both arms now, watching him immediately throw his arms down. He quickly blew a raspberry on his neck, the slight stubble on his face making it more tickly. Dream let out a high pitched shrill, giggling like mad.

“Holy shit, dude! Did you just squeal?!” Sapnap asked, excitement in his eyes.

“I did nohot squeheal, fuhUHuck ohoff.” Dream lied, his face quickly growing pink.

“Yes you did, you liar! You shouldn’t lie to your best friend, Dream. In fact, I know exactly how to handle that.” Sapnap’s eyebrows raised up, and his hands quickly moved from under the arms to the stomach. When both hands unexpectedly moved, Dream shrieked at the sudden change.

“NohohOHOHO!! SAHAHAPNAHAHAP!!” He flailed around, shoving at his friend’s hands.

“Wow! This must be a bad spot!” He said, pretending to be shocked.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP! DUHUHUDE, SHUHUT UHU- SHIHIHIT!!” Dream cackled, trying to move away from the wiggling hands. Sapnap would only continue, poking, squeezing, and scribbling. It tickled like hell, and both of them knew it. It wasn’t until Dream started wheezing when Sapnap finally pulled away.

“I can’t believe you actually forgot.” Sapnap chuckled, standing up. “Like, we both agreed on it beforehand!”

“Shuhut uhup.” Dream took a few breaths, a few hiccups spilling out as he stood up and dusted dirt off his clothes. The two of them laughed softly as Dream recovered from the sudden attack. “Ahalright, you’ve had your fun.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Sapnap raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on now. The best part about manhunt is when I get to track the hunters down and kill them on my own!” Dream smirked upon noticing that his friend’s expression was now a nervous one. “So, naturally, we should get a chance to practice that, right?”

“Uh-” Sapnap’s voice cracked a little, and he tried to pass it off as a cough. However, that wasn’t enough to fool his best friend.

“Better start running~!” Dream teased, taking a few steps forward.

A chuckle came from Sapnap. If it was a chase he wanted, it was a chase he would get. So, he started running, Dream dashed after him, and a new round of manhunt practice had begun.

#dawn writes #lee!dream #ler!sapnap #c!dream #c!sapnap #dsmp tickle #mcytickletober #I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS EVENT WAHHHHHHHH #🌿 dream: the founder #🔥 sapnap: born from fire

[tickly-trashcan]

Maybe something with lee Armin and ler Eren. The sentence starter could be, “After all these years I can’t believe you’re still super ticklish.” And maybe the spots that he especially goes after are Armin’s knees, stomach, and neck because he’s really ticklish there. 💖 Stay hydrated and amazing! ☺️

“After all these years I can’t believe you’re still super ticklish.”

Armin could barely formulate a reply as Eren sat on his hips, scribbling his fingers all over his tummy. The blonde threw his head back and squealed through his frantic laughter, gripping Eren’s wrists for dear life.

“I’m nohohohot!” Armin wailed, though he clearly was. 

Armin had constantly been tickled by Eren when they were younger, it had almost been made into a game. Finding Armin’s worst spots, getting him to say silly things to make it stop, etc. Now they were Scouts and hadn’t had time for play like that in years, but on this particular night, Eren had decided to dig up some old memories.

“You’re not? Then surely you wouldn’t be ticklish here as well?” Eren said with a grin, fluttering his fingers against Armin’s neck, making him squeal and scrunch up his neck, though it didn’t do much good since Eren’s hand was already there.

“Eheheheheren! Stahahap! It tickles!”

Eren rolled his eyes. “It’s supposed to, Armin.”

“Sohohohomeone’s gonna seeheehee!”

Eren only shrugged, pinching down Armin’s sides as his friend yelped, squirming frantically in his grip, trying to escape. 

“If I remember correctly... this spot is pretty bad, right?”

Armin shrieked when Eren reached back and squeezed above his knee, kicking on reflex. Eren grinned and Armin shook his head, face bright pink with mirth as his own smile wobbled.

“Dohohohon’t!” Armin squealed, and Eren only smirked.

“Why not? Don’t you remember when you told me-”

“Nohohoho! Dohohon’t bring that up!”

“Don’t interrupt Armin!” Eren teased, squeezing both knees now as Armin shrieked behind him, Eren continuing. “When you told me that you actually liked this?”

“Thahahahat I dohon’t mind!” Armin corrected in hopes of saving his pride, but only digging his grave further.

“Well then, surely you wouldn’t mind this~”

Armin hollered when Eren started to scratch under his knees, kicking his legs frantically, though it did little to help.

“Nohohoho moreeee! Plehehehease!��

Eren hummed, finally pulling his hands away and getting off of Armin, who panted and giggled a bit more as Eren held a hand out for him. He helped him up and Armin wheezed.

“Th-That was mean!” He whined, and Eren only chuckled, patting his back.

“I figured you needed to smile.”

Armin blushed, turning away, though he couldn’t stop the new smile that tugged at his lips. Eren was right, he did need to smile.

A/N: You are literally such a sweetheart aaaaa I hope you liked this one! I’ve been dying to write lee Armin omg I literally have in my fic plans just “lee armin!!” and nothing else. You stay hydrated too dearie!

#eren #armin #attack on titan #sentence starters #veryblushyswitch

[terracottaalchemist]

i love a lot of those prompts but what if you did 44 with Davekat 🥺🥺👉👈

Your wish is my command!

You're So Annoying

Pairing: Davekat

Prompt: 44: "I see you smiling...come on, laugh!"

Your name is DAVE STRIDER, and you can't believe that this is happening to you. Twice. Not only did you already spend three of your adolescent years on a meteor, hurling towards the boss fight of a lifetime, but here you are, a grown man, traveling through space again. And you have to admit, it is just as boring as you remember it being.

You look over your shoulder to see your beloved Karkat reading one of his raunchy romance novels. He gets so into them, you can't help but chuckle. And like the good matesprit/kismesis/ boyfriend you are, you decide to go fuck with him.

Fuck. You pause at the word. No, you mean bother him, not fuck him. Fuck with him. fuck.

You regain focus. His ears flick to pick up the sound of your socked feet padding across the bedroom, right to where he lays comfortably in his pile.

"Mind if I join you," you ask sweetly.

"Mmrrg, just don't move too much," he says without looking up.

You take that as the warm welcome it is and flop down, making sure to knock the book with your elbow a bit.

"Watch it!"

"Sorry dude." You bite down a grin, wiggle up to him, and toss your arm over his shoulders. Damn, you miss being taller than him, but not really. It's just a bit of a stretch, that's all. Karkat glances at you. You smile as big and obnoxiously as you can. He just chuckles and goes back to his book.

After a few minutes of you trying to read along, he jerks upright. Without a word, he grabs your wrist, pulls it down, and leans back. Your arm curls softly around his side now, and you tug him closer so it's more like a half-spoon. Hell yeah, you could get down with this.

Or not. Despite the affection, he's still ignoring you. Oh well, you try to keep yourself busy.

"Dave, stop trying to hum your shitty slam poetry. You're doing it directly into my ear, which, may I remind you, is hundreds of times more sensitive than yours."

"Dave, for fucks sake, beatboxing is just as bad!"

"Oh my- Dave I will make you sleep on the floor! I'm trying to read, just shut the bulge scraping fuck up!"

"Alright alright," you say. "I'm sorry." You wrap both arms around him, tucking your nose into his hair. He huffs, but he leans back into you. Hm...this is no good. Sure, you want to annoy him, but not if he's just going to not annoy you back! You feel his core tense under your hands as his eyebrows pinch, nearing the end of his chapter. He's so cute when he's reading.

And the clouds part to make way for your genius mind. Your brilliance is astounding. Why didn't you think of it earlier? You have a plan.

You slowly tuck your hands under the hem of his sweater and slide up to place them on his cute stomach. So cute. Karkat hums in shy approval. You wait patiently, rubbing small circles into his purring chest, until you can't wait any longer.

With an evil grin, you dig your fingers into his ribs, right below his sensitive grubscars.

"Da-AHA!" He yelps. His back arches forward, stretching his ribs out for you even more, before slamming back into your chest. He curls his limbs in like an armadillo, but his head stays thrown back, choking down laughter. You tease his soft sides, poking and fluttering your fingers across every inch. Karkat nearly bites his lip off, refusing to give you the satisfaction of getting his reaction.

"I see you smiling...come on, laugh!" You wrap around him even tighter, ticking up and down his stomach like you were born to do it.

"F- Fuuaahahaha! Fuck y-ouuhuhuhhmhmhm!" He tries to turn around and smack you, but he's trapped in your lap. Or, at least you think so. He's too ticklish to escape, plus you know he likes it.

"Dahahave, I'm waA- I'm waaharning yOUHU!" So loud. He squirms left, right, forward and back, trying to escape your grasp without loosing his page. He still won't pay attention to you? Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. With all the courage you can muster, you slam your hands into Karkat's armpits.

Or, at least you try.

See, before you could even switch tickle spots, Karkat throws his book to the floor, drags you out of his pile, and pins you to the floor by the wrists of your shirt. The troll strength in his gorgeous hands and arms holds you down, combined with his flustered, red face, makes your heart bounce. God, he's so beautiful when he's mad.

"Dave...fucking...Strider...." You wait for him to say more, but it doesn't look like he's going to, for once. With a deep, sexy growl, he tears the sleeves clean off your arms and carves his claws down the centre of your shirt. Karkat yanks the fabric from underneath you and throws it away.

"Aw man, I loved that one! You owe me a new shirt, babe."

"Don't you fucking babe me! I'll kill you!"

"Kinky," you say, as if you can't dig your own grave any faster. "Wanna let me up now? I won't tickle you anymore, let's just cuddle." You smile.

Karkat doesn't smile. He sneers. Suddenly, you feel very nervous about being under your very strong, very angry matesprit/kismesis/human boyfriend, in nothing but your pajama pants. With anime-villian red eyes and anime-villian shark teeth, you begin to realize the gravity of your situation.

"W..wait, Karkat. Um, I didn't- I," you stutter uselessly. Your hands shoot down to stop the claws raking up your sides, but he's just so strong. There's no stopping him, and you both know it. You whine, urging yourself to stay still. If you don't move, he won't see you. Right?

"You didn't what, Dave? Didn't think this through?" You close your eyes, but it just makes the sensations worse!

"Ah, haha- no! No no babe come on please I was just messing I didn't really mean it plus you like it I don't-"

"I sure as hell don't like it when I'm trying to read!" With that, he digs his fingers into your ribs the same way you did to his. Only this time, you howl. You twist and flail your arms, unsure how to fight back or escape. God it tickles so bad, it's torture.

"Nohoohohoo! No- naaaaahaha!" You squeal as he runs his terrifying teeth across your stomach, occasionally peeking his tongue out too join in. Suddenly, your entire body jolts as his hands drift down to squeeze at your sides. Your own hands are free to push weakly at his assault, as you gasp and squeal with every touch. A hot blush creeps up your neck.

"Who's laughing now, fucker? You are," Karkat teases, still nibbling your soft middle. Your laugh jumps up in pitch at his cruel words.

"Plehe- Hahahaha! P-plehehease!" You grab his wrists with all your strength, and he outright growls at you. His hands slide down to your worst spot, digging his thumbs in your hips with expert accuracy.

"AAAAHAHAHA! KAA- KAHARKAHA!" Screaming with laughter, you can't even beg for mercy. You nerves burst like fireworks as your body squirms further into Karkat's touch without your permission. You want to curl up, run away, but your body quivers uselessly at every touch.

"Shhh, don't attract any of the others," Karkat warns. Fortunately, Karkat is much to considerate to let that happen: his cute ears twist towards the door every few seconds, checking for footsteps. Unfortunately, that also means no one is coming to save you. He switches to scribbles and scratches all over your hips and waistline.

"Shihihihiiitt!"

"What's wrong, Dave?

"Aaaahahaha, I give I give i giAH! HAhaha-"

"You begging already?"

"Yes! Yes yehehehahahahh..ahaha..." You gasp for air. Karkat slowly stops. Giggles still pour out from the sensations, and your flinch from the touch of your own hands as you sooth them over your skin.

Karkat admires you with dreamy eyes. He moves his legs back so he can lay on top of you, lips inches from your own. You lean up to kiss him. His lips are soft, fitting perfectly with yours, making everything ok. Tucking your hands under his sweater again, you reach around to hold his lower back.

Another idea pops into your impulsive head. You would only have one chance to get it right, otherwise Karkat would just take the upperhand back again. And if you were to fail....

You grin. Against your better judgement, you pick a fight with your lovely kismesis. You wrap your legs around Karkat's waist as tight as you can, hold him with one arm, and tickle all over his ribs.

He barks, curling aways to protect his side. You fail to get past his arm once, twice, and it's too late. Your hands are glued to your sides between handsome thighs. God, you're so gay.

"Really, Dave? You must really want me to wreck you, huh."

"Aaaaa," you whine. Your face burns. "Don't...don't just, say it!"

"Say what?"

"You know..."

"I don't. Tell me."

You shiver. "No!"

"Say. It. Right now, or I won't tickle you. I'll go right back to my book-"

"No no nonono ok fine you win!" You glance at your shades perched on the nightstand, yearning for their protection under Karkat's gaze.

"Still not what I want to hear," he smirks, running his tongue over his teeth.

"Baaaaabe."

"One," he says.

"What?" You're confused.

"Two."

One, two...Oh god. He's counting!

"Thre-"

"Wait!! Wait wait wait! Ok. Um, so, I-" Your throat dries up, chest heavy. Karkat just watches you patiently, soaking up every detail of your face. "I like it when you, um. when you... when you tickle me..and I want..um, you, to.. I want you t- to...tickle, me. more," you babble. Karkat does not look very impressed. "Um. please?"

He taps his chin, tightening his legs around you again. You wiggle, hot with embarrassment. "I think you can do a little better than that."

"Nooooo!" This isn't fair. You open your mouth to protest, but you're distracted by his sudden hands on your chest. You can feel the edges of his claws, careful not to dig into your delicate, human skin.

"I'm waiting," Karkat says, pretending to be bored. He still may leave though.

"Sorry, ok. Um, please, Karkles." You take a deep breath. "P-please tickle me, babe. I need it."

His eyes widen, so you urge yourself to keep going: "I want you to..to tickle me until I can't breathe. I- I love it. Come on, Karkat. Please, please, please..."

You feel his body tense. His ears tilt down, turning a brighter shade of red to match both your faces. He just stares.

"Sorr-" His hand covers your mouth, cutting you off. He looks at you through his bangs, that look in his eyes that you didn't even know you had been craving.

"Just remember, you brought this on yourself."

You don't even have time to nod. His hands are all over you, making you scream loud enough for everyone onboard the damn ship to hear. As boring as space travel may be, you're glad that this time you have Karkat to keep you busy.

"I lohohove youuuu!"

"Oh I love too, Dave."

I hope this meets your expectations @edgy-and-extra !!

#homestuck #homestuck tickles #homestuck fic #homestuck fanfic #karkat #karkat vantas #dave #dave strider #davekat #tickle #tickle fic #tickles #tickling #fanfic #tickle fluff #tickle kink #tickle talk #omg my otp #i love them sm #homestuck^2 #tickle prompts #writing prompt #prompts open #i think thats everything

[kanene-yaaay]

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Kanene’s note: Okay, I’m- aaaaa

I’m very proud of this one because it’s a little different of what I use to write and it was cool to try a new something. I didn’t even wrote the laughter because I was writing this next to my family and I didn’t wanted any of them asking why my characters were laughing so much xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Switch!Émile and Switch!Remy (It is def romantic. They are married and very gay and there is a lot of kisses in it-)

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 2700 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* Just two silly and very mean boyos being two silly, teasy and ticklish boyos. xDD

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

                                [~*~]

- Émile ~

 He didn’t know from where this came from. In a second they were on the couch, smiling and watching Steven Universe, and in the other a cold shiver ran across his body, making him turn to his husband, just in the exact moment to see he taking off his sunglasses, locking his glare on him with those sweet, dangerously warm eyes and grin. Just like that. It took a heartbeat before Émile realized what was about to happen, a wobbly smile beginning to control his features as he felt himself almost paralyzed, Remy starting to tap his fingers on the lenses of his own glasses, his malefic smirk never fading.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 They stared each other, Émile’s gaze finally changing to his fingers, another round of goose bumps spreading across his spine, the adrenaline taking over his veins and giving him the enough strength to dash in full speed through the hall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Which leaded the poor, almost giggling, adult to his current state: hiding behind his room’s door and wishing with all his will power that this plan would really worked as well as it had when he watched in the cartoons.

 (He tried to ignore the voice in his mind reminding him how all that chases usually ended up in the end, the thought only being enough to heat his face.)

 - Émile ~ - It was in days like this that one wearing glasses could swear that Remy was a witch. Because there wasn’t any other realistic, rational and plausible explanation about how much the giggles trapped in his throat got louder, bouncier and even more difficult to control just with the slight sound of his voice, obligating their owner to press his hand further around his mouth, lightly biting the tip of his tongue. – You had better hide well, because you know what is gonna to happen when I find you, don’t you?

 Émile shook his head, his back forcing itself on the cold wall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - Oh, gurl, maybe you don’t even remember anymore… Now, we can’t fusion like this, can we? Let’s me remind you, then. ~ - The chased hold a pouty whine when heard these words, already feeling the beginning of a blush spread in his neck. Remy knew very well how teases could be as unbearable and unnerving as the tic… I mean, The Thing. – First, I will carry you aaaaall the way back to the couch and maybe my fingers will slip in tweaks and squeezes all over your hips, who really knows, ya know? But you better don’t squirm that much, because then I will have no escape but be obligated to bring my other hand to better hold you and just hope that this one is not more slippy then the first, right?

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - And then: The couch. Nothing different will happen there, really. I will just lay down with my extremely ticklish, helpless husband to take a nap, and, if my glorious lips will be random blessing your incredibly sensitive neck with a lot of Goodnight Kisses and my hands will keep lightly scratching, squeezing and poking all the length of your sides, sometimes even giving a little attention to your hips, because no way in hell I will be sleeping in a hard pillow, it’s none of your business, giggly boi. – Émile couldn’t help nor stop the pitched squeal that escaped from his mouth, eyes widening and breathing immediately stopping, the others giggles also begging to escape. - Oh, and, by the way, better keep your mouth very shushed while this. We don’t want the Tickler Master waking up, am I right?

 Silence.

 Remy’s nonchalant tune still full filling the air, which didn’t carried the sound of his steps anymore. The cartoon lover knew there was no way for him to save himself and, in a surrender act, just let his high, excited giggles run happily across the room hiding his face in flames behind his tremble hands. Seconds later, he heard the sound of his door being closed and his hide spot exposed.

 - But we both know that you just can’t contain yourself, my so poor, so defenseless lee. – Émile playfully screamed as he was lifted up in the air, quickly being carried in bridal style. He opened his eyes enough to see Remy in a bat of eyes deviating his glare from his form, the tender smile taking pieces of seconds before changing to an evil grin, fingers suddenly tweaking his kneecaps and hips, leading the carried to jump, a squeal signaling the flow of giggles that followed it.

 - Please, Remy, please!! – Each new squeeze was a snort interrupting his words, making him try to start again only to get the same result and repeat the cycle all over, resulting in a more helpless babbling than anything else. The said stopped, adjusting his hold in order to sneak his thumb in that damn spot right between his shoulder blades, switching between kneading and prodding while leading to an even more no-understandable sentence. - No there, no there, no there!!! Pleasepleaseplease-

 - Huh? Whatcha you are trying to say, hun? That I’m the most handsome husband in the entire world? That you are so sensitive that only a few squeezing and prodding are enough to transform you in a blushy, laughing mess? – The one being held felt his laughter increasing, the words spreading tingles in all his others ticklish spots, even the ones which weren’t being attacked. He shakes head, denying. – Is that you love all these teases and specially when I tickle tickle tickle you? Huh? Use your words, babe.

  – Nonononono! – Émile arched his back just to find another attack to his hips, bucking the said as Remy buzzed his fingers in the exact point where his sides and hips connected, and generating loud crackling as response. – You a- nah! You are mean mean mean!! – His arms danced to a place to another, too much occupied with the crazy sensation to really focus in stopping it, Remy increasing his efforts in order to make the snorts start to bloom amongst his laughter and squeals, no needing too much to succeed. – Remy!!!

 - Yes, gurl? Geez, you should love my name. It seems like you can’t even spent a whole real minute without saying it! – His tune was still nonchalant. However, he leaned down for a heartbeat in order to steal a peck from his beauty, giggly and cute as fuck, husband, who obtained a new shade of red creeping down his neck. Nooooice. – Anyway, what did you wanna tell me? Be quick, I still having a lot of places to knead, scratch, scribble, wriggle… This whole ‘Tickle your extremely ticklish husband, like, really, reeeeeally ticklish, like seriously, this guy is a whole tickle spot himself, a alive version of Tickle Me Elmo, and, when he became a helpless mess just tease him more and more until the big, rational, Émile Picani turns in just a poor, so poor, blushy lee.

 - REMY!!

 - What? Can’t handle the truth? Boo-hoo, then.

 Émile didn’t answered, unless you considered his fast, absolutely incoherent, stumbling words a kind of response, choosing to clench is hands in his shirt and hide his face in flames, instead. His laughing being so strong that reverberate through the attacker’s chest, who couldn’t stop feel like a villain as he stared with a gigantic grin adorning his lips the ribs that such act let defenseless. Well, he internally shrugged as he took a deep breathe, suit himself. His arms were growing tired anyway.

 Émile thought he was going to melt in any moment, the teases still heating his sensitive skin and increasing the tickles in a way that should be definitely illegal, but in the moment he felt the raspberry, spreading, taking over his nerves and T I C K L I N G he died.

 And screamed, for sure. Oh, and also gripped something while kicked and trashed as if Mabble’s life was depending on it (not his own life, of course, since he was already dead). Some part of his desperate brain noticed he was falling, but the laughter exploding from his mouth and the impossible to ignore feeling quickly expelled any other thing.

 He opened his eyes, breathless as his watery vision focused in the form mostly layed onto him, their giggles flying and filling the entire room. After some heartbeats, Remy finally got up, his hands resting on the floor and sustained the weight of his body. Their eyes met.

 - I’ve forgot how much of a kicker you are. – Émile just curled up a little more, pulling his tongue out in a very mature and hard to win, statement

 - ‘s not my fault your arms are weaken than Deadly Arms’ ones.

 - Excuse you?

 - Nuh.

 - I beg your heck pardon?

 - No, you let me fall for you. Twice. In love and on the floor. I’m ignoring you until the end of ours married days.

 - Oh, is that so? – Remy replied, adjusting his position so his hands would lay each one in the sides of his husband’s head, who immediately recognized the smile beginning to shine and exploded one more time in a flow of giggles, his arms in front of his body, attempting to conjure a kind of shield.

 - Wait wait waitwaitwait!! Nonono! – A yelp cut his sentence when a hand tweaked his thigh. - I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

 - Yep, gurl, you will b- And his threat was interrupted when Émile pushed his shirt and connected their lips, stealing his words, breath and any and every coherent thought from his head, his giggles still floating from his mouth, which leaded, if that was even possible, to the coffee lover melt further, allowing himself to be carried away by the tenderness and love, sighing and deepening the kiss.

 …Until that dirty, evil, nasty cheater digs his fucker fingers in his damn stomach, which ruined the romantic moment and absolutely did NOT made Remy Tough Picani release a half shriek half snort that DIDN’T resulted in the only one wearing glasses coos softly, excuse you.

 - Awww. – Émile gave him an innocent smile, quick turning the tables and sitting on Remy’s legs, his fingers swinging in a dance that consisted in craving his thumbs right above his waistline and vibrating his others fingers in his torso, the maddening sensations culminating to free, belly laughter escape from the ‘victim’s’ mouth. Eyes tightly closed, wrinkled nose. – What is the matter, my dear? The cool, bad boy Remy can’t take some ti-tickly tickle tickling in his tummy-yummy-yummy? Huh? Huh? Can’t he? Because he is super hype dyper sensitive, aren’t you? Yes, you are! You are!

 - OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!! – Remy could feel his face, against his own will power and threats, melt in flames. His laughter being replaced by hysterical giggling as his husband changed his technique to spidering, slowly walking his fingers up before quickly drag his nails in random patterns the way down, going up and down one time more and after that a couple more of times, always managing to catch four or five snorts. – THIS IS SO DUMB, FUCK.

 - Now, now, Mister Ticklish Master. Let’s not be a Squidward to the Tickle Monster, alright? He just wanna to hear aaaaaaall that adorably, lovely, helpless giggles of yours!! – Émile lowered down and touched their noses, his smile increasing as he felt the other’s laugh hitting his cheeks, his tune now in flying in joyful whispers. – And what a cute laughter you have! Definitely the most lovely, sweet and favorite lee of the Tickle Monster!

 - ‘m not- ‘m not cuteyourbi-nOPLEASENOTTHERE- His words stumbled in each other, specially when his shirt was lifted and a finger began to squirm and scratches his bellybutton, his legs now kicking while his hands tried to get enough strength to stop the marvelous move. However, exemplary falling as the attacker focused some quick prodding in the exposed axillaries, receiving what was suppose to be an angry snort. Émile couldn’t help but coo one more time. – I’M. NOT. – He couldn’t help the squealing cutting his sentence. - CUTE. FUCK OFF!

 Émile made a soft sound of sadness, pouting even if his husband was still with his eyes tightly closed, unable to see it.

 - Now, it’s a pity that you don’t believe in the words of your own husband. – He switched to lightly scribbles and pokes at his sides and lower ribs, making sure to rub circles in each one of them while also gave his ‘victim’ some room to breathe and understand his words.

 - Well… maybe, maybe he would… – Remy tried, really tried to frown and looks angry, but that was really hard with the giggles still interrupting his words. His body melting in the gentle, good touch. Totally against his will, for sure. - ... if his husband wasn’t being a jerk and tickling him.

 He stared directly at Émile, therefore he didn’t lose the slightest which red freckled his cheeks, smirking, wobbly that is true, but also proudly in being the only between both who managed to say ‘tickle’ without shuttering. Sadly, though, he also didn’t lose the way his eyes and smile widened, showing that the other had an idea.

 Butterflies started to panic in his stomach, especially when Émile’s gaze focused there with a ratter crazy gleam, his next phrase coming out as a soft, dangerous purring.

 - You know… all of this made the Tickle Monster a bit hungry… and he heard that some lil lil lee has a very yummy yummy tummy right here. – His hands squeezed his belly, as if to prove his point. Remy jumped, the adrenaline running all speed across his body as the words starting to weight in his brain.

 - Wait, WAIT! Émile!!! – The one being called slowly moved towards his target, ignoring the squirm and pleas from his husband, who grew more and more desperate as his attacker innocently smiled and looked at him, his head gradually lowering to his most ticklish spot. – Émile, Émile, please, I’m actually begging you. I’m begging you!! I’m cute, see? I said it!!! Émile!!!!

 - I’m listening. ~

 - No, you’re not! – His euphoric, hysteric giggles already began to take over his sentences. – No! Fuck!!

 - No? – Émile’s lips already were resting on his belly, the word sending shivers across his nerves, which was not helped by the fact that the other absently shook his head, demonstrating his saying.

 - No! No!

 - A no to ‘no’? So that is a yes?

 - nO.

 - No? But what about the ‘yes’?

 - Stop it! Oh my gosh, I’m gonna to get a bitching divorce!! It’s a no to your yes!

 - Got it! It’s a ‘no’, then?

 - Yes!

 - A yes? Okay!

 Before any other protest could fly from his mouth, a shriek did it first. And again. And again. And one more time, almost as fast as the nuzzled raspberries buzzing and the nibbles, together with the ‘nhom nhom nhom’s’ sounds, spread and madly tickled in a total oblivion to his kicks, pushes and loud, thunderous laughter painting the air.

 It didn’t took too much before the cartoon lover stopped, already aware of the other’s limits, and touched their foreheads again, Remy’s breathing and reminiscent giggles being the only thing breaking the silence which involved them in a calm, cozy, warm feeling.

 - You don’t look at me like that, your traitor. – His tune was free of any harm, his bright gaze and blushed cheeks locking his attention. Émile couldn’t help himself but kiss the pout out of his face. – And don’t you dare to kiss me. – Quick kiss. - I don’t trust in your sweet lips anymore. – Soft kiss. – They are a hell of a trap. – Giggly kiss.

 - I love you.

 Their eyes met, one more time, and Remy finally gave up, swimming in that deep, caring moment. Their hands intertwined themselves.

 - I love you, too. – He lightly poked Émile’s ribs, winning a yelp before receiving the same treatment. – But only sometimes.

 - Uh huh.

 - What? It’s the truth!

 - Sure it is, dear.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 Their heart did, beating in unison.

#OKAY THE END WAS A LITTLE STRANGE BUT I TRIED OKAY SDFGHJKKJHGFKJHGF XDDD #Let their heart be gay xDDD #Tickle fanfic #Sanders Sides tickling #Lee!Émile #Lee!Remy #Ler!Émile #Ler!Remy #Switch!Émile #Switch!Remy #Oneshot #A lot of kisses #Fluff #KaneneArt #KaneneFic #English #Idk if I did a good Remy but I kind of liked it tho #Émile Picani #Remy Picani because they are married #Émile #Remy

[marikaaajoy]

my relationship with digital art and how BNHA salvaged it

I just wanted to let out my thoughts but I can only do it here :>

This might be a downer for some people but I’d like to share it with people here. BNHA means the world to me and this is why.

I first started drawing when I was 7 years old in 2006

I think it’s ugly now, but 7 year old me remembered being so proud of this because this is a drawing of my stepfather. This is the only drawing I have that was from my childhood. I think the aim here is to draw in anime style BUT I didn’t even watch anime back then. I had a classmate who loves anime and she taught me to draw in school. Drawing became a favorite hobby immediately after that.

Then it was 2013 and I was 14 years old. Drawing is still my favorite thing to do besides being on the computer. I love anime at this point too. My parents bought an iPad for the whole family, but I was almost always the one using it. I discovered an app called ArtStudio and thought “Wow, I can draw without making a mess and with only my fingers” because I was always too lazy to take out my drawing materials and clean up afterwards.

These were my first digital drawings. The pirate one was the very first. I got obsessed real fast. I can color so easily, undo any mistake, layers are a blessing too. There was just so much more freedom. I always sucked at coloring in traditional art and I didn’t like the mess (idk my hands get so messy traditionally)

The next year, it was 2014, I was 15. My birthday is in a couple of months and I knew my parents were planning to buy me something pricey (I think it was a laptop) so I approached them and asked if they could just buy the Wacom Bamboo as a present which was cheaper anyway and I even explained how it works to them and how it would allow me to draw on the computer instead of the iPad. I tried really hard to be convincing. I would have prepared a powerpoint presentation if I had to.

They did give me the wacom as a present. They even gave it to me months before my birthday so I could use it already. I thought I was the luckiest teen in the world with my parents.

These are a collection of my favorite works from 2014 to 2016. The middle one was my second drawing using wacom and Paint Tool SAI. I was a part of a lot of fandoms in those years lol

It gets downhill from there :/

April 2016, my mom and I moved to Japan, while my stepfather and siblings stay in my country. It was tough. For someone who is obsessed with anime, you’d think I’d be thrilled to live in Japan.

I was. Though only at the first few months. It’s not the same as it’s portrayed in anime (I should’ve known but I used to be blinded by anime). It was just lonely. The language barrier sucked and then lots of financial and family issues until my parents split. I got my first boyfriend too and I thought I was blessed by the nicest boy, but the relationship became extremely toxic but I didn’t have it in me to walk away.

All the shit that happened affected me mentally and emotionally. My biggest outlet which was digital drawing, was also out of the question because I did not have a computer/laptop when we moved to Japan. We left it in our home for my stepfather and siblings, even the iPad. I have my wacom with me, but no computer/laptop to use it with. I couldn’t draw.

I tried though. I used my phone to draw, but it wasn’t the same. Then the life problems got piled up, things got worse, and I just lost motivation in anything. Literally anything. From 2016 to 2019, I stopped watching anime, I dropped out of all the fandoms I’m in, I stopped watching my favorite TV series or movies, and I stopped drawing. I even got a bit disconnected with my friends who lived in my country (we talk regularly online). My family was broken so I gave all my attention to my toxic relationship as well which made everything worse too lol

I didn’t draw besides from a few scribbles and the drawings above. I did try digital art on my phone a couple of times again and even posted them on my IG, but they weren’t any good. Eventually, I got mentally and emotionally drained and dropped out of senior high school. I just stayed home for almost a year, leeching off of my mom. I felt even more worthless and my life had no direction at this point. Nothing mattered anymore.

April 2019 or so I think, my (ex)bf bought me a laptop. He says it’s a gift, but I think the real reason was to make up for something horrible that he did (which is stupid because money /gifts won’t resolve anything). I have a laptop. I can draw again, but I didn’t. I didn’t care, I wasn’t interested in drawing anymore anyway.

Welp. June 2019, I went back to my country. My (ex) bf stayed in Japan. The distance helped me end the relationship and my friends were there (they always were) to help put me back together along with two trips to therapy. I went back to finish my senior high school in my own country this time. That said, I have to stay in my country for school (but I was happy because I didn’t wanna go back to Japan yet when the breakup was still fresh and with going back to school, my life has a direction again.)

It was weird. I remember just being sorta lost and confused because I used to put my time, effort and everything into my previous toxic relationship, which was now gone. I was free and I had so much free time that I didn’t know what to do with it. I got so used to doing nothing and being nothing.

This is where BNHA enters.

Dunno when it started, but I started seeing Bakugou frequently online. It’s usually just Bakugou. I knew who he was because my friend suggested BNHA to me back in late 2018 I think but I didn’t watch it since I’ve lost interest in everything at that point in my life.

But ye I thought he hot af but I still didn’t watch BNHA.

But then for some reason he REALLY kept appearing in my social medias and it was really frequent. The last straw was when I saw a pic of him in UA’s gym uniform and thought “damn boi aight imma watch bnha for u” (y’all gotta admit he looks good in those colors with his combat boots XD )

I watched BNHA. Fell in love with Iida along the way. Then I switched to Tokoyami (but Shoji was hot too so aaaaa), but then angry emotionally-constipated sea urchin head caught my heart again. But oof. BakuDeku moments really made me feel some type of way I haven’t felt since I moved to Japan. It felt new but nostalgic. I fell hard in that ship.

I started obsessing. From memes to posts to fanfictions to buying merch to filling my room with BNHA posters. I realized I was reverting to my old self from the time I was still happy and it was thanks to BNHA (and the good people who helped me through the worst too)

Shit I wanted to draw BNHA, I thought.

I mean, I have a laptop, I still have my wacom and drawing softwares. I could totally draw digitally again if I wanted to.

But guess what

I can’t :c

My hand physically cannot draw. My drawings don’t look the way I want them too. 3 years of not drawing really destroyed any skill I had. I was back to square one.

September (yeah they’re ugly, I laughed at it). If you’re wondering why I drew on paper, it’s because, for some reason, I really CANNOT draw digitally. I mean it. I can barely sketch digitally at this point. The lines and shapes just doesn’t come to life. They’re just scribbles. But somehow, I can kinda draw on paper with a ballpoint pen. But yeah, that was the best I could do at this point in my life

After that, I still tried to draw, to regain my old art style, but it didn’t happen... It just doesn’t look or feel the same. Drawing used to be fun. But during this phase, it felt like my ugly drawings were just mocking me (probably was just too emo that time lol)

Weirdly, around a week or two I think, after my half-assed attempts at drawing, I managed to draw digitally somehow o.o

I did a Midoriya and Todoroki drawing like this too. It was my first post here on Tumblr I think. The annoying part here is that I cannot draw digitally unless I draw on paper first, take a pic, and then trace the lineart. I couldn’t draw directly on the computer. Granted, drawing on paper and drawing on digital is very different for me in the first place anyway. But it was still a pain. And it still looked like shit. I can only draw stiff poses :/ it seems like my brain decided to delete all data about anatomy and posture and backgrounds. My lineart here is even messy af. It still really not the same as my old style.

By 2020, I think I got my old art style back. On March, I made this. This took me 27 total of hrs to make.

Right now, I think it’s not bad, but back in March, I was disappointed with the result. This is when I finally broke down crying because it didn’t look good enough and I hated that it took me 27 hrs to draw “bullshit.” I was angry at myself for losing interest in drawing for 3 years when I could’ve used that time to improve. I had to start all over again and it still didn’t look good. (Current me thinks that the drawing above is alright. I was just a lot harsher to myself back then. Used to have a lot of issues but I’m doing great now)

I cried myself to sleep that night. Woke up wanting to cry again. I wallowed in sadness for a couple of days. Eventually told my friends what’s up. Got some pep talk. Even talked to my sister (she’s great, she always hypes me up with my stuff and sometimes I think she’s my biggest fan with how she appreciates my drawings and I’m really grateful for that).

My world turned a 180 and I was weirdly positive after all that crying because brain chemicals and shit. I had a revelation. If I hate how my art style looked so much, then I should have been putting effort in changing my art style, not trying to regain my old art style (that I don’t like anymore)

I researched a lot. I analyzed different art styles and anatomy again. I did everything I could think of to find a style that works for me. I might have even neglected school for a bit to focus on digital art lmao

After all that work, I posted a fanart of middle school BakuDeku in their classroom. I love that fanart so much even if I probably have better ones by now because that was the first fanart I made that I felt like I could be proud of and it was the first one I made in my new art style. It was a milestone for me.

March 2020, I moved back to Japan and without the toxic relationship, I’m a lot positive now. Happy. I’m myself again after the previous bad years. I’m still continuously learning though, trying to improve, but at least, now, I found my own art style :) I really suck at interacting with people online, but I’m always grateful for the support everyone has been giving my fanarts. I’m happy when my content makes people happy.

This is why BNHA is important to me. The series is great alone, but it’s not just that to me. BNHA is so much more. It’s what made me find the passion to create again, only this time, it’s focused on drawing (I used to write, but now I just draw, but maybe I’ll write again for BNHA).

My family is supportive with my love for BNHA, but I think they don’t know the deeper reason why I love it. Sure, I was fine living on with nothing much going on in my life. I’ll finish school, get a job, work until I die or something. It was okay. It was the way of life. But BNHA gave my life color again. I wasn’t just blindly going through life anymore. I have something to look forward to everyday now. BNHA even became a bridge to other things. Ever since then, I’m a lot more open to people, to try new things, to explore and not just live through life and waste away. I got better at leaving my comfort zone. I’ve never been happier in my life :D

Thank you for supporting my fanarts. Thank you so much for giving me a chance to express myself through BNHA. I hope to make more content in the future and improve even more :)

#plus ultra #<3 #personal

[celticdoggo]

Gelfling skeksis au fic three

“So you felt like you were Mira for a while,” Bree asked from where she was sitting nearby notebook in hand. A sulking Rian was forcibly reclined on a bed in his childhood room. Deet had a podlings treat his wound that had turned out deeper than he thought meaning his father had banned him from hunting until it was healed. “Yes,” he answered, “it was like she was me for a little while until I shredded my thigh to ground myself.” Bree mumbled about it being fascinating as she scribbled some more in her book. Deet was the only one sympathetic as she patted his hair.

He leaned against her in response causing her to laugh. Bree eventually joined the cuddling and Rian found himself sandwhiched between them but he didn’t really care as they gently carded through his hair. Every once and a while someone would find leaves or sticks in a knot in his hair and make a comment about him never washing his hair. It was nice to sit like this. “Ri your hair is super gross,” Bree said as she and Deet has to work together to pull a matt apart as gently as possible, “when was your last bath? Tell the truth.” Rian shrugged, “I rinsed the blood off earlier.” “You rinsed,” she said and Rian could feel the eye brow raising, “you didn’t wash.”

Rian could tell where this was going and started to wiggle to slide down the bed. “Oh no you don’t,” Bree said holding him with all her weight. Deet ran to the door to call for a podlings to run a bath and grab a guard. Rian stood with Bree still hanging on and tried to book it. “Aaaaa,” Bree yelled hanging on for dear life as Rian ran down the halls. He didn’t stop until he was grabbed by the captain of the guard. A rather nice gelfling named Ordon. Rian tried to struggle as he was held in a tight headlock by Ordon as Bree picked herself up. “Thank you,” she said, “could you help us get him into the bathing room? He’s staying in the castle due to injury and he needs to not smell like a day old swamp while he does.”

Ordon let out a surprised snort of laughter. “No I wouldn’t mind Lady Skekbree,” he said as he followed her Rian still struggling though not being quite as formidable of an opponent without his armor and many weapons in reach. When they reached the bathhouse, Rian struggled even more. With a quick nod to him, Ordon tossed him into the bath clothes and all. Rian sputtered rising out of the water. It took all three of the gelfling and a few podlings to bathe him because of several escape attempts.

“There now your looking very fresh and clean,” Deet said patting Rian’s now fluffy hair as he sat trying to gather the remains of his dignity. He was wearing some borrowed casual clothes from a guard named Gurjin that were entirely too big on him. Rian grumbled causing the girls to laugh. Ordon smiles at the group of them as Deet began braiding his long hair back. Bree could see something in his smile as he looked at Rian. Something unbelievably sad and full of longing but she didn’t know what it was.

“If that’s all my lord and ladies,” he said bowing slightly, “I need to go back to work. One of my guards has gone missing and I need to go back to looking for her.” As he left Rian stiffened and gripped his stomach tightly. “Ri,” Bree said quietly laying a hand on him. He flinched a little. They knew why he was upset. “Come on Ri,” Deet said putting on a smile, “come help me catch fluffy. I think they have been hunting down mmmm for the past couple of hours.” Rian seemed to perk up at the idea of getting to mess with Chamberlin.

They had just had a grand time watching chamberlain attempt to fend off attacks from Fluffy the fizgig when they heard the yelling of an old woman. “What have you skeksis done?!” Rian stopped dead in his tracks. A haggard old woman with one eye stomped past them not even seeing the three of them. As Rian silently padded after her he thanked that the girls wore such soft slippers so they made no noise. He’s heard them try to sneak up on him in normal shoes and they were like elephants, though he would never tell them that even under threat of death.

She hobbled past the room for the Crystal then stopped in her tracks and backed up to stare at the crystal. “Oh my crystal my heart what has happened to you,” she said sounding so anguished Deet wanted to hug the old woman. Rian and Bree covered her as the crystal shower once again Mira’s tragic death. What they learned however horrified them. Mira would never be at rest with such a death. Her essence would be in a limbo with who ever drank it, trapping her forever. Rian felt his stomach writhe in response to that. He was trapping her. He…

Rian didn’t get anymore time to think about it as the old woman turned to see them. “Who are you three,” she said, brandishing her walking stick at them, “some more gelfling to doubt Mother Augrha?!” She stared them down with her one eye. “Mother Augrha,” Bree asked looking excited, “like the stories?” She raised the eyebrow over her good eye and began to stalk around the three of them. Rian whirled in place to constantly have her in his field of vision. She walked closer sniffing them. She reached out and touched Deet’s wing, Bree’s hair, and tried to touch Rian but pulled her hand back as he made to bite her.

“Hm,” she said sounding slightly mystified, “you look like gelfling, smell like gelfling, but you are not gelfling.” Augrha rapped a snarling Rian with her cane. “You especially,” she said, “you feral thing. Your no honorably warrior like the rest of your clan.” “We aren’t gelfling,” Bree explained, “we are skeksis. Deet is the daughter of the emperor. I am daughter of lord scrollkeeper. Rian is the son of the hunter.” Augrha laughed, “so even so corrupted they have soft spots for children.”

“What do you mean corrupted,” Deet asked confused. “Your parents,” she spoke the word as if it tasted vile on her tongue, “have committed a grave act against Thra itself, you yourselves have partaken in it.” She jabbed Rian’s stomach and he took a swipe at her forgetting they had taken his gauntlets to he cleaned. “You are not gelfling,” she said, “you are not skeksi. At this point you are so out of place I hesitate to call you part of Thra’s song even if I can no longer hear it.” Deet and Bree looked stricken at the idea that they were nothing in Thra. “That’s not true,” Rian snarled, “we are skeksi. They have raised and cared for us.”

Augrha huffed a laugh. “Did they tell you that,” she asked, “or do you know it?” Rian blinked again the strange question and the old woman hobbled off. “We are skeksi aren’t we,” Deet asked quietly. Rian was quiet before looking determined. “We can find out for sure,” he said, “pack in secret the both of you and meet me here when the three suns are all down.” The girls nodded and Rian went to plan. They would know the truth soon. Were they truly skeksi, gelfling, or had Thra abandoned them for not belonging anywhere?

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I apologize for churning out so much. I’m on vacation with nothing much to do.

@fangirlingpuggle

#dark crystal age of resistance #dark crystal au #skekparents au #rian dark crystal #attack dog rian #brea dark crystal #deet dark crystal #princess deet #some fun times bathing your feral cousin #dadmal #dadso

[arschbiene]

Hey i just wanted to say i love how you potray prussia and poland and i was wondering if you think that poland could play a big brother to prussia. Ejjddndjdn also the fact that you think prussia feels more closure with pol ukr and other cummknwelath memberrs is so good and i just adore this hc so much. Also i really like your art aaaaa you are amazing have a good day

omg thank you!!! IM REALLY HAPPY YOU ENJOYED ALL MY DUMB SCRIBBLES WEEPS I wouldn’t exactly say their relationship is brotherly, it’s hard for me to really put into words what I kinda view it as because they’re just two people who were forced into eachother’s spheres really young without any sort of legitimate attachment to each other…

 I guess if I had to give it a label, I think it might be similar to the sort of bond you’d have a classmate in like elementary school you have to share a desk with or a child in the same foster home with you. There’s a distance there, yeah, but also a sense of intimacy, they know and understand each other with oftentimes uncomfortable accuracy, there’s little mystery between them because they’ve watched eachother grow up in close proximity both as allies and as bitter enemies. Somewhat of a tangent but something I’m really interested in exploring is Pol@nd’s feelings towards Prussia when they’re begining to realize they can’t be RID of him because the death of a nation is a terrifying unknown they want nothing to do with, they have to come to some sort of resolution with him because living with hatred is unbearable when your core temperament is good humored silly sweetness and warmth. The history of this is so vague because I am still not done doing all my research and god it’s been a few months since I’ve meddled in this idea, but I always write Po against Liet as like having this heart-broken  compassion for him despite Prussia’s assault against them,  partially because they see themselves within his frame in a “that could’ve been me” only they’ve had better fortune than him. Also, in many ways, Po has has had to be the aggressor in the political sphere and to damn Prussia feels like to damn their more ruthless choices too. Po tries so hard to absolve him to relieve their own guilt I think, much to Liet’s disgust and fury.  

#hetalia #duckandfunactivities

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hello!! I just wanted to say how much I literally adore your works, they’re so nice and always make me smile!! If it’s okay, I wanted to request something!! I was thinking like platonic ler Rui with lee Nene cause honestly they’re such besties and so underrated ajshsjhdjd!! If not that’s totally fine of course! Have a wonderful day!

Just like old times

Aaaaa im so glad you like my fics!! :)

Rui and Nene are such an iconic duo 💜💚

Hope you like it :)

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Rui x Nene (platonic)

Ler: Rui

Lee: Nene

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was already late in the evening by the time WonderlandsxShowtime finished rehearsing for their upcoming show. Nene had decided to stay behind to practice her lines a bit more, while Rui stayed to keep her company.

"And this is the part where I sing to put the dragon to sleep..." Nene practiced her song, not a single mistake made. She always overthinked when performing in a new show. Not like there was anything wrong with a bit of extra practice, but she worried over nothing most of the time.

"It was perfect Nene! I'm sure your performance will be extraordinary" Rui applauded her for a job well done, but he couldn't help but notice a gloomy expression on her face. "Is something wrong?".

"Yeah, I'm just...a bit nervous".

Rui gave her a soft smile and patted the seat next to him, Nene sat down. "There's nothing to worry about, I know you'll do an excelent job like always".

"I know but...I can't help but feel a bit anxious".

Rui didn't like seeing his friend all worried, he thought for a moment on how he could help her relax...and then it hit him. He suddenly remembered a certain technique he would use whenever Nene would overthink when they were little. He grinned mischiveously and looked over at her. "Oh nene~" He said in a sing songy voice.

"That look on your face can't be any good" Nene tried scooting away but he would quickly close the gap between them.

"Oh come on, I'm just trying to help you out" He playfully wiggled his fingers towards her, causing her eyes to widen. "NO!" Nene tried to bolt out of there, but Rui quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her back into his lap.

"Rui dohon't!" Nene couldn't help the nervous giggles that escaped her lips.

"Already giggling? I haven't even done anything...not yet atleast" He gave her a soft squeeze on her hips.

"EEHEP-!" Nene blushed and quickly covered her mouth at the squeal she made. Rui couldn't help but chuckle at the cute reaction.

"Looks like the tickle monster has found his new victim~" And with that, he started to softly scribble up and down her sides.

"Ehehek! Ruhui nohoho!" Nene tried swatting away his hands while also trying to cover up her flustered face.

"What's wrong? Too ticklish~?" He playfully cooed into her ear, causing her to let out another squeal. "Ahahahaha! R-Rui stahahap!" Nene squirmed around his lap.

"But you're laughing, surely you must like this~" He brought his hands to her tummy, softly digging in at the ticklish skin. "GyaHAHA! NOHO I DOHON'T!". Of course that was a lie. Rui was well aware of how fond Nene was of this form of playful affection.

"You shouldn't be lying to the tickle monster, especially considering how ticklish you are" Rui giggled as he playfully poked her bellybutton, causing her to squeak.

"EHEHEEK! I HAHATE YOU!" Nene threw her head back against Rui's shoulder, laughing freely without a care in the world as he kept tormenting her tickle spots.

"Hehe, love you too" He then switched to softly tracing around her tummy and sides, not wanting to overwhelm her. "How are you holding up?".

"I-Ihim fihine!" The soft tracing kept her all giggly.

"Great! Do you still feel anxious about our next show?" Nene shook her head at the question, still giggling from the soft tickles.

"It looks like my job here is done" He stopped tickling her, holding her in a warm embrace. She quickly melted into the hug.

"Ahaha...t-thanks Rui" Nene wore the most genuine smile on her face, her cheeks all flushed and her eyes a bit sparkly.

"That's what friends are for" Rui smiled at her. They both stayed in each others company for a while before walking back home. Nene was so happy to have a friend like Rui.

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Sorry if this was too short, but I hope you still like it! :)

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[lustingtc]

2nd July 2019

A hee hee, a hoo hoo 🤠🤠🤠

We saw T in the morning ☺️☺️💝💞💓💗💖💘💕 talking mad shit about my boy 🥰🥰🥰

Apart from that 😔😔 nothing honking my head 😖😖😖😖

At break I saw Dogman 🥰🥰🥰 he’s dumb as fuck and walking with this guy??? Idk who but like okay sis. He still my number 1 tho😳😳💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

P IN SCIENCE!!!!! 💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

She was just!!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰💝💞💓💗💖💘💕 she helped me with my circuit cuz I’m dumb as fuck TwT n we love

She was just a babe and,,,aaaaa,, she was so happy with our class!!😭😭💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

Dogman in maths- I’m-

He came in to give some pens and check if we were doing alright bc we had supply again. O was in isolation bc,,,shetoldVtofuckofflmao

Anyways

Dogman looked gross 🤢🤢🤢 he had his top button undone and his shirt was rly loose like 🤮🤮🤮🤮 luv need a stylist.

So I be alone and anxious 😚✌🏻 cuz my bæ be in and I be alone and like 😳😳😳😳 I doodle anyways but we full ass just doing shit all but leg shaking and drawing elf girls 🥴🥴🥴

But

Dogman come over to me as I’m like scribbling 😔😔😔 so anyways. He’s like “You doing good?” N I’m like >.> “mhm,,” 😥😥😥😥

He taps my paper and is like “Good work. Let’s do some more!” HE PUTS HIS HAND ON MY ARM AND STARTS RUBBING MY ARM 💝💞💓💗💖💘💕😳😳😳😳💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

Then goes “I believe in you!”

O W O wha-

💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

I died. I solidly died. And it wasn’t like a small pat like thing it was like full on good 10 seconds,,, i- i- QwQ 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

My heart is full of love for one man

He the comes around a second time

Dogman just... hovers over me

Likes he bent next to me with his hands on the table and is just watching me... 😳😳😳😳😳

He then sighs deeply like I felt the fucking AiR!!!

And he goes “So this is why I shouldn’t let you work independently I see...”

LMAOOO💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

And then- he just... walks off

O v O;

I- okay luv,,, I-

why does this grown man make me feel so confused??? Ajsjwkaksmsd AaAAAAAAA

Anyways more S O F T hours!!!!

Me and A where rly late to English bc dying 😔

Anyways T comes out his class with like 600 water bottles in his arms 🥰🥰🥰💝💞💓💗💖💘💕 he,,,

He’s adorable.

I’m p sure it was for the yr6 kids as well and like,, I love one man 💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

HES SO KIND AND CUTE AND JUST SO ADORABLE AND SUCH A BABE LIKE WTF!!!! I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!

QwQ 💝💞💓💗💖💘💕💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

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