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kusuguricafe · 5 months

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"So immature..."

@tickle-fight-club and @driftiscat, you are so right <3

A/N: I couldn't help but notice multiple comments like these popping up on that paralive clip I posted, so of course I just had to write this

(fun fact: his wiki says that his greatest weakness is "being teased by people")

Summary: An alternate continuation of this scene

Characters: lee!Hajun, ler!Anne, ler!Allen (and brief lee!Allen)

“P-plehehease stahahahahahap! Mercy! Mercy!!” Allen laugh-cried.

“No secrets!” Anne declared.

Hajun, who happened to be passing by, halted as soon as he noticed his two group mates fooling around. He sighed before asking, “What are you doing?”

The two jumped and turned around to see Hajun, looking down on them. “So immature…” he scorned.

“Hajun…” they said in unison.

“Do you two have no sense of shame?”

“Oh, come on, Hajun,” Anne retorted, “We were just having a little fun is all.”

“Maybe you were,” Allen countered, clutching his sides.

Anne chuckled at that.

Hajun rolled his eyes. “I don’t see what’s so fun about something as childish as that.”

“What, you too ticklish or something?” Anne remarked, wiggling their fingers at him.

Hajun’s eyes widened. He blinked a couple times. Closing his eyes and furrowing his brow, he turned away and said, “No, of course not.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I believe you. What do you think, Allen?”

“I don’t believe him for a second.”

Anne and Allen exchanged knowing looks. They turned to Hajun, who opened one eye to peek at them—but he was too late. His feisty bandmates were already on top of him.

The two tackled Hajun to the ground, Allen grabbing his arms and holding them behind his head as Anne clambered onto his legs.

“H-hold on, is this really necessary?” Hajun asked warily.

“Yep,” Anne grinned.

“There’s no way you’re more ticklish than me,” Allen reassured him, “So don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

Just hold it in, Hajun thought. It’s like he said, there’s no way-

“EEYAHAHA! NohohoaAAHAhahaAhahAHA!”

Fuck.

“Oh my gosh!” Anne exclaimed, “Are you really this ticklish??”

“Whoa! I wasn’t expecting him to laugh at all!”

Hajun had thought he would be able to hold back, but they really took him by surprise! Anne was drilling their thumbs into Hajun’s bottom ribs, one of his weakest spots (unbeknownst to them).

“I-I’M NAHahahAHAAAAA! AHAHAHANNE!!”

Anne suddenly switched to kneading his hips, another really bad spot. (They must have secret tickle spot locating powers, or something.) Hajun was practically howling in protest, but the pair was having far too much fun to stop.

“Are you seeing this?” Anne asked Allen excitedly.

“I’ve never seen him laugh like this before.” Allen stared in disbelief.

“STOHOHAHAHAHAHAP! THIHIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR!”

“Sorry, but this is just too good,” Anne said.

Allen, getting mildly jealous, put Hajun’s wrists in one hand so that he could lightly scratch Hajun’s neck and ears with the other. Anne began tickling him under his arms. This wasn’t nearly as bad, but it did elicit some… unfavorable reactions.

“EhehehEHE *snort* I-ahahA *snort* StohohOHOP IHIHIHIT!”

“Did he just snort!?” Allen asked.

“Sounded like it!”

“Ahare you ehehEHEven listening to mehE *snort* ehEHE!”

“Ah! He does it whenever you brush up against the back of his left ear!” Anne said to Allen.

“N-no I doHO *snort* hOHON’T!”

“He does!” Allen declared. “Hm, let me try something…” Allen put Hajun’s arms on the ground and held them down with his knees instead. Now that both of his hands were free, he reached over and vibrated his fingers in between Hajun’s ribs. “He was laughing a lot louder when you did it. What am I doing wrong? I thought you were-”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA! NohohahAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT AGAHAHAHAHA!”

“Oh! Heh, did I find it?”

Allen did indeed find those two little spots just beneath Hajun’s bottom ribs that Anne had discovered earlier. Meanwhile, Anne was back to massaging his hips.

“Coochie coochie coo~!” Anne teased. “Who’s a ticklish little prince?”

Hajun blushed.

“Where else are we ticklish, hm~?”

Allen paused, watching Anne.

“How about… here!” Anne emphasized “here” with a squeeze to Hajun’s upper thighs.

“EHE! D-dohoHOHOHOHON’T!!”

“Are you ticklish everywhere!?” Allen exclaimed.

Hajun shook his head (lying).

Anne squeezed Hajun’s thighs a few more times before Allen asked, “Anne, do you mind if we swap?”

“What, you want in on this action?”

“Oh, shut up. Just come here.”

“D-do I get a say in this?”

“No,” Allen and Anne answered bluntly.

Hajun’s brain was so fried at this point that he barely made any attempt to escape as his two attackers swapped positions. Anne held on to his arms as Allen sat by his legs and put his feet in a headlock. He began to take off Hajun’s shoes.

Suddenly, Hajun was on high alert again.

“W-wait, AlleeEEE!”

“Ooh, I think you may have struck gold,” Anne remarked.

“Does it tickle, Hajun?” Allen asked, just barely wiggling his finger against Hajun’s sock-covered sole.

Hajun winced.

“Does it tickle, Hajun?” Anne repeated softly into Hajun’s ear.

Allen slowly removed one of Hajun’s socks and curled his fingers against the arch of his foot.

“G-gaha! GahahanjileobdaAAAHAHAHAHA!”

“What?” the two asked.

“K-kusuhuguttaidesu! IhihIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!”

“Ohh.”

“Yeah, I thought it might,” Allen said before stripping Hajun’s socks off completely and scribbling all over both of his feet.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! HAHAHAHAJIMAHAHA!”

“What was that?” Allen looked over his shoulder at Hajun’s bright red face.

“DOHOHOHON’T! PLEHEHEHEHEAAAAAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!! AHAHAHAHALLEN!!”

“I think he means under his toes,” Anne commented. “Am I right?” they whispered into his ear.

Hajun whined.

“Riiiiight here?” Allen gently pressed into the ball of Hajun’s foot.

Hajun couldn’t help but smile in anticipation.

“Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle tickle~!” Allen teased as he went to town on Hajun’s worst spot.

“Tickletickletickletickletickle,” Anne repeated in his ear. “You’re the most ticklish prince in the world, aren’t you?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAAAAA *hic* HAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAHA!!!” Hajun screamed before his laughter went silent.

His sunglasses fell off his face, revealing tears of mirth trickling down his hot cheeks. Not wanting to push their poor friend too far, Anne and Allen released him a few seconds after he went silent. While Hajun laid there panting, Allen delicately put his socks and shoes back on for him.

“Why…?” Hajun finally said.

“We’ve never heard you laugh like that before,” Allen said.

“And you looked like you needed some fun,” Anne added. “Did you have fun?”

Hajun looked up at them and blushed even deeper. “M-maybe,” he muttered as he looked away. “Whatever.”

Anne and Allen smiled.

“Why were you attacking Allen in the first place, Anne?”

“Allen’s keeping something from me,” they said, glaring at Allen.

“Wh-why don’t we just forget about that?”

Anne held out a hand to Hajun. “Wanna help me out?”

Hajun nodded. The two leered at Allen.

“G-guys? W-w-wait, no! WAAHHH!!!”

#tickling #tickle fic #hajun yeon #48 #allen sugasano #SUZAKU #anne faulkner #anZ #lee!hajun #ler!anne #ler!allen #bae #paralive #paradox live #princess scrawlings

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valentines-luna · 4 months

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hellooo thereee how are you doing

Will you do a Lee sasha and ler marcy and Anne whenever you can? I really wanna see how you write a tickle fic for these three !

Hi! I'm sorry it took me 100 years to answer, I hope you like it!

(This takes place a few months after they leave amphibia)

Sasha laid on her bed, it looked like she was missing something, not something, but someone.

She had been missing Grime. She wasn't used to this feeling at all, “Marcy's in town.” She thought, “Hopefully that'll get my mind off things”. She got to the place where her, Anne, and Marcy planned to meet. Anne and Marcy thought Sasha seemed..off. “Hey, Sash?” Anne asked, “Are you okay?” She said, “I'm fine” Sasha responded in a monotone-like voice “Do you wanna go back to your apartment?” Marcy asked, “Sure” Sasha responded. When they got to Sasha's apartment, Anne immediately asked what was wrong, “Nothings wrong Anne.” Sasha said, “Sasha.” “Anne.”. If you don't tell us what's wrong, me and Anne are gonna have to use drastic measures~.” Anne and Marcy pushed Sasha down onto her bed in the blink of an eye and started gently tickling her, “C'mon guhuys thihis is chihildish!” Sasha said, giggling. “This is most certainly not!” Anne said and then bumped the tickles up a notch, “WhAhahAy aHare yohouho doHohoHoing thiHihis!” Sasha said, “We're doing this because you won't tell me and Anne what's wrong”, Marcy said “HAHAHAHAHA GUHUHUYS!”

“STAHAHAHAP!”, Sasha said through her laughter, “If your going to tell us what's wrong, then we will stop.” Anne said calmly, “FIHIHIHINE!, as soon as Sasha said that the wiggling fingers stopped. “So, what's wrong Sash?” Marcy asked, “I miss Grime.”

“Everything feels different without him.” Sasha said, “It's ok to miss people, I miss the Plantars and Marcy misses Yunan and Lady Olivia.”, “Thanks guys.” Sasha said while in the group hug,

“You know I'm so gonna get you back, right?” After she said that Anne and Marcy ran as far as they could.

Legends say that night was full of laughter.

the gods came to me at 2 in the morning with a vision for this fic, sorry for spelling errors my first language is spanish

#tword content #amphibia #amphibia tickle #lee!sasha #ler!anne #ler!marcy

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koala-fluff · 6 months

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First request, accomplished! Hopefully, the others will be coming soon :)

Thank you anon for the ask! I hope you like it!

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Original Request: I saw that your requests are now open. If you're still writing for amphibia, could you do a switch!marcy switch!sasha and switch!anne please.

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Flowers and Giggles

While searching for flowers, mischief is found.

“Why are we out here again?” Sasha grumbled, smacking a branch away from her face.

Marcy mumbled under her breath, searching the undergrowth. Sasha rolled her eyes, aware that she hadn't heard her.

“We're out here because Marcy wanted our help collecting rare flowers.” Anne whispered, nudging Sasha's arm. “She wants samples before we leave Amphibia tomorrow!”

Sasha sighed. “There's no guarantee that the King will be able-”

“AHA!” Marcy sprinted away, stumbling in front of a beautiful yellow flower.

“Jesus Christ…” Sasha muttered, clutching her chest. “What the heck, Marcy?”

Anne chuckled and crouched down next to her friend. “It's really pretty, Mar-Mar!”

Marcy nodded vigorously, squealing happily. Sasha sighed, smiling in amusement, and sat on Marcy's other side.

“It's… yellow.” Sasha said, chuckling.

“Great observation.” Anne said, rolling her eyes with a grin. She reaches around Marcy to shove the blonde.

“Hey!” Sasha scoffed, shoving the brunette in turn. The two get into a wrestling match behind Marcy.

“Guys, cut it out!” Marcy sighed, continuing to study the plant. She writes notes in her journal, grumbling when one of her friends bumps into her.

She winced when a shriek sounded behind her, but didn't even get up. “Really guys?”

“IhI'MM DYHYING!” Anne screamed, writhing in the ground, trapped in Sasha's bear hug.

“No you're not.” Sasha teased, digging her fingers into Anne's sides. “Don't be dramatic!”

Marcy rolled her eyes as Anne snorted at the fingers that krept up her ribs. The brunette leaned back, knocking Sasha off balance. The two tussled in the grass, trading pokes and squeezes.

“Gihive uhup!” Anne giggled, jolting as Sasha digs her fingers into her hips. “NAHAHA!”

“YOHOU FIHIRST!” Sasha retorted, cackling as Anne targeted her armpits.

Marcy sighed, unable to keep the smile off her face. She kept writing notes as the duo squirmed behind her. Her careful handwriting was skewed as a foot hit her arm.

“Who did that?” She huffed, turning around. The duo didn't answer, caught up in their battle. “Fine!” The smallest girl scowled, grabbing Anne by the ankle. “How dare you!”

“MAHAHARCY!” Anne shrieked as the girl targeted her knees. “IHIT WAHAHSN'T ME!”

“Yeah, Marce!” Sasha whooped, skittering her nails down Anne's back. “Nice sneak attack!”

“IHI'LL SHOW YOHOU A SNEAK ATTACK!” Anne lunged at Sasha, digging her fingers into her ribs. The blonde immediately collapsed in hysterics.

Marcy giggled and crawled over, fluttering her nails against Sasha's neck, making her squeal. Sasha flailed, cackling in the foliage. She rolled away, evading Anne's hands for a moment.

Twas all the time she needed. She pounced on both her friends, targeting Anne's hip and Marcy's stomach.

Marcy squealed and melted, her muscles turning to jelly. Anne shrieks and jumps away, giggling madly. She shakes her head and looks back at her friends, smiling fondly.

“SAHAHASHA!” Marcy squealed as ten fingers dug into her stomach, making her squirm. “PLEHEASE!”

“Please what, Mar-Mar?” Sasha asked, chuckling. “Please let Anne tickle you too?” She looked up, eyes locking with Anne's.

Anne grinned and crawled over, wiggling her fingers under Marcy's arms. “I will gladly assist with murdering our friend!”

Marcy wheezed, her face red as a cherry as her friends cooed at her. “WHYHY MEHE?”

“Because you're adorable, Mar-Mar!” Sasha said, playing her belly like a piano.

Anne nodded, giggling as Marcy's nose scrunched. “Besides, it's not like you hate it!”

Marcy's face reddened more. “SHUHUHUSH!” She whined, shaking her head.

“Mmmno.” Anne giggled, scratching at her friend's ribs. “Nobody will be shushing today!”

She was correct, and the trio didn't return till the sun had set.

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I hope you enjoyed! Next up: Hunter and Willow from the Owl House!

Have a grandiose day/night and don't forget to go on a walk and stretch your legs!

#amphibia tickles #ticklish!anne #ticklish!sasha #ticklish!marcy #ler!anne #ler!sasha #ler!marcy #lee!sasha #lee!anne #lee!marcy #ko writes amphibia tickles #ko's fics

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mysteriouslee · 8 months

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Manifesting this one real quick before I pass out

(Day 2 Accident)

lee!Anne Ler!Sasha Ler!Marcy (slight lee! Sasha and Marcy)

"Eeek!" squeaked Marcy.

"Whoops" said Anne with a smug exspression.

"Anne quihihit" said Marcy and like Marcy's giggle, Anne was gone.

Anne had been randomly "accidentally" tickling Sasha and Marcy, with maybe a poke or a random graze.It's been like this all week.

Today the girls were having a sleepover like usual and Anne had kept up with her silly behaviour.

"*snort* BOONCHUY!" yelled Sasha.

Anne "accidentally grazed Sasha's neck.

"My bad, it was an accident" said Anne.

"I'll show you accident" said Sasha who pounced on Anne and pinned her down.

"Wait! Im sure we can come to a compromise" said Anne.

"Using big words won't help you Annie~, come help me Marce" said Sasha.

Marcy closed her book and joined Sasha over Anne.

Sasha gripped on hand and Marcy had the other, they both took an inhale and blew a rapsberry on Anne's stomach, who's only defense was her shirt.

"EEEE! GUHUYS NOHO!" shrieked Anne. Anne kicked her legs wildy and threw her head back.

"If you give us a good reason to stop we will" said Marcy as Anne's torturers paused.

"Because you'll kill me!?" this was indeed Anne's best excuse.

" Oh please, we all know the true reason you were doing it all week" said Sasha.

"Isn't she such a shy lee" teased Marcy.

Anne blushed at the cooing and tried to hide her face in her arm but it was no use.

Sasha and Marcy went back to tickling the living daylights out of Anne.

"MEHEHERCY!" shrieked Anne.

Marcy found her way to Anne's weak point and Sasha was teasing Anne's torso with her nails.

After a sec, Anne was released and rolled over. As Anne took a minute to calm her hysteria a blanket was thrown on top of her, then Sasha and Marcy lay beside her. Anne took a calm sigh of relief.

#sfw tickling #tickle fanfic #tickling community #sfw tickles #tickle blog #tickle community #amphibia #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #sashannarcy #lee!anne #ler!marcy #ler!sasha #I know Im late but shhh #tickletober #amphibia tickles

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gigglynerdlogan · 2 years

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Peek-A-Boo! I See You!

(This is a submission from Anne Onymous!! :) Thanks, and hope you all enjoy!)

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Roman couldn't remember how he got himself into this. One minute he's watching Pooh's Heffalump Movie with Patton, the next he's pinned down to the floor and being tickled by the fatherly figure. He seemed to be feeling extra teasy today because he was using every form of baby-talk under the sun, a.k.a the one teasing method Roman just cannot handle at all! "Cootchie cootchie coo, Roman! Tickle tickle tickle, kiddo! Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy coo!" Patton teased. Roman managed to pull his wrists out of Patton's free hand that was holding them above his head and hid his face in his hands as an attempt to cover his blush and muffle his laughter, which seemed to cause Patton to stop his tickle attack.

"How odd. Roman seems to have vanished. He was just here. Where has my sweet little prince gone?" Patton joked. Roman giggled and removed his hands. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed, continuing his attack on Roman's poor sensitive tummy. Roman squealed and hid his face again, unable to properly process the tease, causing Patton to stop again. "Where did Roman go? He disappeared again. Where oh where could he be?" Patton fake-pondered. "You need new glasses, I'm right here!" Roman exclaimed, quickly moving his hands away. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed again, wiggling his fingers in Roman's sensitive hollows.

Despite the overwhelming sensations and his own loud, boisterous laughter, Roman managed to put 2 and 2 together. Every time he covered his face, Patton would stop; and when he uncovered his face, he treated it like a game of peek-a-boo. It's a new tease. He made a mental note to warn Virgil since everyone knew he was Patton's favourite Side to tickle. But for now, he wasn't sure how much more he could take on his worst spot. "HAHAHAHA! PAHAHATTOHOHON, SOHOHOMEWHERE EHEHELSE! PLEHEHEHEASE!" Roman begged. "Awww, ok, Ro-Ro. Don't wanna tire out my favourite wittle prince, now do I?" Patton asked rhetorically, moving down to Roman's ribs.

"Ahahand stohohop bahaby-tahahalking! Hahahahaha!" Roman laughed. "But why? Can wittle Wo-Wo not handle a wittle teasing?" Patton teased. "Pahahat, seheheriohously! I'm wahaharning yohohou!" Roman chuckled. "Are you sure you're in any position to make threats right now, Roman?" Patton asked. "I wohohon't wahahatch mohohovies with yohohou for a mohohohonth!" Roman cackled. Patton decided not to risk it and stopped everything. He got off Roman's waist and helped him back onto the couch. "You ok?" Patton asked. "Yeheah, it just stihill tihickles a lihittle." Roman giggled. "Oof, phantom tickles. It should go away in a minute or two." Patton reassured, rubbing Roman's back. As Roman's giggles turned to yawns, he snuggled into Patton as the two enjoyed a nice nap on the couch.

The End.

#sanders sides tickling #lee roman #ler patton #Anne Onymous #this is adorable thanks!!!#<33 #aww #look at it dear followers and let's show it some love!

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mayo-t · 2 years

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*runs*

#amphibia tickle #tword art #lee!marcy #ler!anne #my art #idk what else to tag help me #aaaaaa #amphibia twords

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suspirocotidiano · 2 years

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As pessoas comuns não sabem quanto os livros significam para alguém escondido. Nossas únicas diversões são ler, estudar e ouvir o rádio.

O Diário de Anne Frank - Anne Frank

#O Diário de Anne Frank #Anne Frank #livros #ler #estudar #ouvir

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geniousbh · 13 days

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pensando mt num enzo ou esteban dilf ao som de too sweet do hozier, onde eles ficam o tempo todo listando motivos e tentando convencer uma lobinha 10 anos mais nova do pq um lance entre eles não pode rolar (a real é que toda vez que ele lista esses motivos, ele tá tentando SE convencer!!!!

isso aqui é tão cinema (literalmente pois a anne hathway fez isto no after da terceira idade n é hate tho eu meio que achei bem saboroso🤭🤭🤭). enfim here we go✈✈

o enzo se sente num beco sem saída. tudo teria começado nele protagonizando contigo numa peça de teatro e vocês acabando por se envolver demais numa das noites que tinham se encontrado pra praticar as falas no apartamento dele (uma garrafa de vinho e uma musiquinha baixinha foi tudo o que vcs precisaram pra vc estar no colo do moreno enquanto ele procurava o fecho do seu sutiã pra abrir). vai se isolar até um pouco dos amigos, que atualmente são seus amigos também. e ele tem os motivos dele, não quer perder o foco que tá tendo na carreira, não quer se sentir preso e como a mídia ainda tá no pé dele, fica se perguntando como as pessoas reagiriam se soubessem que ele tá saindo com uma garota tão mais nova. aposto que diriam que eu sou o dicaprio uruguaio ou algo assim ele pensa enquanto revira na cama, frustrado porque é a segunda noite em que ele tenta ler um livro e não consegue porque fica pensando em ti. e vc não ajuda também, é tão linda e comunicativa, e talentosa, faz atuar ao seu lado parecer tão normal, como respirar era, e em momento nenhum você o pressiona, pelo contrário, sempre muda de assunto pra não deixar ele desconfortável. e numa tarde pós ensaio de maquiagem, ele te oferece uma carona. no caminho pro carro te ouve dizendo algo que matías comentou sobre "namorar pessoas mais velhas", e isso acende a luzinha vermelha no vogrincic que já retrai os músculos e para a alguns metros do carro pra se virar pra ti. "nena, não começa...", pede, "hm? mas eu não disse nada, só tô concordando que deve ser bom estar com alguém mais velho", dava de ombros (e não porque queria provocá-lo, mas porque não iria mudar de opinião só porque ele não te queria), "é? então você não tá dizendo indiretamente que quer se envolver comigo?", ele cruza os braços te encarando e ve você apoiar no carro pra tirar um cigarro do bolso e acender, "isso aí, não quero ninguém que não me queira". e ISSO AQUI sim quebra as pernas dele. em um insight (shout out to my boye sigmund freud), enzo percebe que, em todo aquele tempo, era só ele projetando a vontade absurda que ele tinha de te ter pra ele em você, e ainda!! queria que você lutasse até ele ceder... o que obviamente vai por água abaixo já que ele se vê totalmente desesperado ao te ver o rejeitando bem tranquila. "vai desistir fácil, assim?", solta simples com os olhos fixos na sua figura, fazendo você soltar a fumaça devagar antes de deitar a cabeça pro ladinho o observando, "falando assim, até parece que 'cê tá disposto a aceitar" (e ele estava, pelo menos agora tinha ficado claro). e ele daria um risinho negando com a cabeça, indo entrar no veículo, agradecendo que você passa mais algum tempo lá fora porque ele pode respirar fundo com a mão no peito que tá super acelerado btw. ps.: ele não aguenta mais de uma semana depois da grande revelação, vai aparecer no teu apartamento todo suado, ofegante e segurando a bicicleta porque "tava pedalando e percebi que tô sendo um idiota com você..." e desatando a falar tudo o que tá sentindo, o quê termina com vocês dois se beijando fervorosamente contra o batente da porta💋

já o kuku, vou ser bem filha da puta mesmo (pra me vingar especialmente desta cadela @creads e tb botar um assunto que minha amg querida @kyuala from tmblr ja deu o aval) e dizer que ele é teu professor de história do cursinho, mas você conhece ele desde o ensino médio, E sabe que a vida amorosa do professor queridinho é um lixo. esteban sempre tentou ao máximo ser reservado, nunca abordando nada da vida pessoal nas aulas, mas a internet era uma benção e em pouco tempo você tinha descoberto o instagram dele e consequentemente que ele tinha uma filhinha e era casado. o instagram da esposa, no entanto, era cheio de alfinetadas para o loiro, coisas do tipo "passar mais tempo em família", "ser ignorada por quem mais ama", "não se sentir valorizada" e honestamente? porque ela não levava isso pra uma terapia ou sei lá o que. o professorzinho kukuriczka era tão esforçado sempre, tão dedicado, as provas eram condizentes e ele sempre dizia o quanto via potencial em ti quando te notava preocupada com os resultados de algum teste, afagando seus cabelos e seu ombro. o que levava ao que acontecia no momento, contigo na salinha dele, sentada sobre a mesa, em cima da papelada, com um pézinho em cima da cada um dos apoios de braço da poltrona do mais velho, encurralando ele lá. "por fi, kuku... você merece... eu sei que você anda estressado...", sopra com a voz de putinha (e n só isso como sua saia tá levantada, mostrando sua calcinha de ursinhos pra ele, assim como a marca úmida no centro mostrando o quão excitada já está). "n-não posso, de verdade, eu... nem sei porque te deixei entrar, eu sou casado, e você é uma alun", "sshhh..." se curvava e envolvia os ombros largos do argentino, roçando perigosamente os narizes, "eu sei que você não liga... e sei que as coisas não andam bem com a sol... me deixa te ajudar, eu quero ser boazinha pra você". e nisso as mãos deliciosamente enormes dele param no teu quadril puxando e afastando ao mesmo tempo enquanto ele continua a justificar que é muito velho que pode ser demitido e você expulsa, fechando os olhos e arrastando a fala sentindo seus lábios selando-o o rosto inteirinho. mas, ele tá tão cansado e frustradinho, como ele poderia negar quando você se ajoelha entre as pernas dele e toma o caralho duro dele por completo na boca? especialmente porque a mulher dele vive negando dizendo que engasga muito, porra💔 ps.: acaba se tornando o segredinho imundo de vocês dois, você recebe notas melhores, e ele chega todo mole em casa conseguindo dar mais atenção pra mulher, em suma ambos saem ganhando🎉

#.｡.:*✧#geniousbh thoughts #lsdln headcanons #enzo vogrincic reader #enzo vogrincic headcanons #esteban kukuriczka reader #kuku esteban headcanons #kuku esteban smut

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hyper-pie · 1 year

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"I can't do it!!!!!"

This is a hurt comfort tickle fic... though tickling isn't the only form of comfort used.

Contents: angst, Panic attacks, trauma, self doubt / depreciation comfort, fluff, Marcy gets hugs and tickles, cuddles, Marcy pining for Anne and Sasha if you squint

Description: The trio is having their final sleepover before Marcy leaves... She still doesn't think she can live without her friends so she starts pushing them away sooner so she could have more control. But she becomes more depressed than ever and her friends find a way to help her through the despair.

word count: 1,398 probably the longest fic i have done

The trio was back on earth, everything was normal, well as normal as things could get when you just saved the world from an ancient invading empire from another universe.

Marcy slowly wandered to the Boonchuy's house for her last sleepover before she left to live with her parents out of state. The flashbacks, the nightmares, the everything kept Marcy awake at night. She hadn't slept well in a week and wasn't eating properly either. she was broken, a broken heart, a broken dream, everything good seemed to disappear from her sight.

lost in her despairing thoughts she hadn't noticed she had walked past the Boonchuy's house until she fell into a thorny bush

"ow... I'm okay!"

she says clearly irritated, walking up to the door knocking on it.

Sucking in a deep breath she put on happy face when Mrs. Boonchuy answered the door. walking in she managed to get enough energy to pretend to be all bubbly until she started to make her way up to Anne's room.

She was genuinely really scared to see her friends, she didn't want them to yell at her, yes they forgave her, but part of her still felt as if they didn't.

Her breathing started to become scattered and she knew she couldn't walk in having a panic attack cause she knew what was gonna happen. so she sat herself outside the door letting the panic, worries and pain consume her so she didn't have to deal with them for the rest of the night.

she was soon broken out of her trance of fear by a arm resting on her knee.

"Hey hey Marce look at me okay? take a deep breath in and out"

She followed the instructions and looked up to see Anne and Sasha looking at her with worried eyes she started to control her breathing after about two minutes she had finally been calming down she jumped up trying to seem like she was okay saying

"Okay! sleepover time! what are we gonna do? watch suspicion island? Uhh pillow fight?"

She says speeding into Anne's room trying to be herself, however Anne and Sasha saw right through her and followed her silently looking at her sternly.

"Wh-what's with the look?" Marcy stuttered out

"Marce... Are you okay? you just had like a big panic attack... The only times we have ever needed to calm you down was when you were excited... This is not excitement!"

"Please talk to us"

Sasha said giving her a look that was stern but sweet at the same time and Marcy couldn't help but blush out of embarrassment.

"Marcy... listen you don't need to say much but at least come have a talk with us... Because we NEED to talk" Anne said looking at her with a soft sympathetic smile smile raising her voice at the 'need'.

The ravenette let out a harsh sigh and nodded.

"If you really think it is that important... Than I guess"

The trio made there way to Anne's bed

The three sat there in a panful silence until Marcy broke down. sobbing into her hands, alarming Anne and Sasha.

"I-it's a-a-all m-m-my fault... I don't even know if i learned! I am not okay! I cant do it... not without you guys...."

"Marcy........ hey hey hey come here" Sasha says opening her arms for Marcy to hug her, Marcy anxiously moved into Sasha's warm embrace, melting looking into her beautiful blue eyes.

"mar-mar we have been over this like a million times.. we forgive you" Anne sighs, grabbing Marcy's hand.

"That isn't why I am upset.... You don't get it...You don't know what it is like to be the weirdest kid in the class being called autistic by kids that don't even know you!"

Marcy snapped she was gone she wasn't her she didn't knew who she was anymore. "I can't live without you guys" she sobbed harder then suddenly she felt two pairs of arms wrap around her. When looking up she saw Anne and Sasha looking really concerned.

"Marcy... you can live without us.. You can make new friend-"

"no... I cant Anne I cant I cant.."

tears dripped down her face and Sasha began rubbing her back

"Marce.... You can talk to us about these things... Y'know that right?"

Marcy nodded in confirmation wiping her tears.

"I know I know... I was just scared is all... I thought you would be disappointed in me for being scared... After everything that is all someone as pathetic as me deserves"

Pain filled in her heart when seeing the looks her friends gave her.

"Marcy Regina Wu."

Looking at the source of the use of her full name she froze looking at Anne with a very serious expression

"you literally are a genius, the most harmless person on the planet, also you are a complete badass during battle.. listen, you went through a lot... It's okay to be unstable, it's okay to be scared, it is okay to come to us when you aren't doing well.. you are far from pathetic marbles"

Anne's face continued to be a stern one as the ravenette sniffled, wiping her tears turning to Sasha as she began speaking.

"We will only be one phone call away alright?"

Marcy nodded starting to feel a bit better.

"sorry this was supposed to be fun..." Sasha and Anne sighed squeezing her tighter both trying to think of a way to me her smile at the very least.

Both were broken out of their trance as Marcy spoke up.

"Uhm.. hey could you...... actually nevermind.. its stupid...." nervous in tone she giggled looking down at her lap confusing Anne, while Sasha already somewhat understood a soft, adoring smile made its way on to her face.

"No... ask the question mars.. your the only one that truly knows what to do to cheer you up so you should tell us."

Marcy could only blush, as Anne blinked looking toward the blonde.

"Do you know what she wants sasha?"

The blonde shrugs.

"I think so but i dont want to assume..."

Marcy sucked in a breath, face already turning a deep shade of red. Then squeaking out in one breath

"Canyouguyspleasetickleme!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The smirk that formed on her friends face's told Marcy she just said something that they will tease her about for the rest of her life... Also she was about to be obliterated by tickles which on one hand will be a LOT but on the other hand.... This is what wants, not just wants but partly what she needs too.. she kind of even forgets how to laugh sometimes to she needed the exact thing that her friends were going to give her... If they don't murder her with teases before laying a finger on the poor girl.

"sorry could you repeat a little slower I couldn't hear you" Sasha had a shit eating grin on her face.

*this little sh1t* Marcy swore internally turning a deeper shade of red.

Anne nodded "yeah we couldn't hear you"

She says as she begins wiggling her fingers just above Marcy's sides making her try to squirm, only to be stopped by Sasha having an iron grip, trapping the nerd in her arms.

"guys! Uhhhh okay fine.. but this is mean!"

Marcy huffed out pausing mustering up enough strength to squeak out.

"Can you guys please tickle me?!"

She was surprisingly polite and confident even though she was a complete embarrassed mess on the inside.

sasha and anne smiled softly at her "okay!"

"wait is it too late to back ahahaha heheheheep-!"

marcy started but got sucked into a fit of giggles as sasha trailed her fingers up and down her the ravenettes sides, and Anne's gentle touch from messaging her hips.

Anne and sasha laughed along with her as ass walked her fingers over to marcy's tummy, reciving a bunch of snorts from marcy in return.

"awww marbles~"

Anne cooed at her laughing friend looking at the blush on her face, Sasha following anne's gaze could only smile at how sweet she was being.

"your face is so red marbles! how precious is this?" cooed sasha wiggling her fingers under marcy's arms making her squeel.

after a few minutes they ceased their playfull attack wrapping her in a warm embrace, enjoying the rest of the night to do as many things as possible.

A/N: this took me like a month so I kind of rushed a bit at the end so sorry if it seems a bit lazy i just spent more time on you angst and hurt comfort. at first it is edited but the grammer gets worse at the end.

#Lee!marcy #Ler! anne #Ler!sasha #hurt/comfort #sfw tickles #tickle fanfic #amphibia tickles #amphibia angst #marcy angst #angst #comfort

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g1ggl3-c4t · 7 months

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Take this little scene redraw of Andy getting wrecked :3

Strong tough and terrific boys can be ticklish too :]

Og frames:

This move has me in a choke hold help me aLSO THE WAY ANN AND BABBETE ARE JUST WATCHING HIM IM KANDMSNDMSNDK

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pink-tk-a-latte · 3 months

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Day in the Life of the Nakajima Household

Aka Atsushi’s tiny dorm at the ADA that he is forced to share with 3 murderous individuals.

Tickle fic!! Lee!Atsushi, Lers!Lucy, Kyouka, and Akutagawa + a little Ler!Atsushi, Lee!Lucy (romantic Akuatsulucy and platonic Kyouka addition)

It’s the orphan poly + fellow orphan Kyouka!!!! ❤️🤍🖤💙 I wrote this a while ago so it’s all in present tense LOL. When I first had the idea, I was hesitant, but then I started actually watching the BSD anime and got to know all their characters better so here it is!! They make me SO EMOTIONAL

Also bonus mini HCs at the end!!!!!!!!!

(Ignore the cringey ahh emoticons LMAO it’s just that all of them are so creature-coded)

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Atsushi’s dorm at the Agency is certainly not made to house four people. It’s hardly big enough for two. Kunikida looks one noise complaint away from bursting a vein in his forehead, but, well, nothing has ever gone to plan as long as Atsushi’s involved.

Despite their statuses as Port Mafia operative and former Guild disciple, Lucy and Akutagawa come over so often that Atsushi’s colleagues hardly bat an eye. The two have even taken to calling it “their place,” which Atsushi thinks is kinda unfair — both for his living situation and his heart.

It’s a peaceful kind of day today. Kyouka’s inside journaling, Aku’s at the store — because he has the most stable paycheck — getting groceries, and Atsushi and Lucy are outside, watering the plants around the building.

“Someday you should get us a garden,” Lucy says while she sprinkles water over the tiny blossoming daisies. “So we can take care of our own plants instead of these ugly trees.”

Atsushi sends her a playful glare from where he’s watering said trees with a hose, smiling. “Do I have to do everything in this relationship? My pockets are crying thanks to you guys.”

Lucy scoffs. “Shut up, you! I give you discounts at the cafe all the time. I put my life on the line for you.” She tosses her hair and places a hand on her chest, and Atsushi holds back a laugh.

Maybe it’s his apprenticeship under Dazai, but Atsushi feels a bit mischievous today. In a move that he’ll probably regret later, he lifts the hose and rains fire over his life partner.

Gasping and spluttering, Lucy throws up her hands to block the spray. Her sundress soaks through and her braids quickly start to droop. She turns a murderous gaze on Atsushi through dark, sticky bangs, and he feels sweat run down his back.

“Atsushi Nakajima, you’re dead!” He spots a certain intensity in Lucy’s turquoise eyes.

Uh oh. He knows what that means.

Atsushi yelps and drops the hose, not even bothering to switch it off before he sprints. He employs his tiger strength, probably cheating, but Lucy could easily drag him away from reality and into Anne’s Room if she wants. Noticeably, she doesn’t, probably to drag out the anticipation. But she will have him. Atsushi is sure.

He races into the building and up the stairs. He doesn’t trust the elevator, but he has hope of escape if he continues on foot. In a blur, he spots his apartment number and pushes through the door, thankfully unlocked. Atsushi lunges for the closet, throws open the door and slams it shut behind him. He’s been on so many stealth missions; Atsushi knows how to be quiet. But he’s giddy from the chase and can barely restrain the frantic giggling he breathes out.

“Where are you, my cute little kitty? Come out, let’s play~!” He hears with his heightened senses. A shiver runs up his spine even while his face feels like an oven. He needs to remember that Lucy worked for the Guild, and their first meeting was a gamble for his and his coworkers’ lives. “Isn’t this a fun game! But you can’t hide forever.”

He really can’t, because there’s only so many places he can hide in his tiny apartment. He wonders what his chances are of getting out the closet and jumping through the window without Lucy noticing.

Just as he thinks this, though, the door flies open.

“Found you!” A grin full of metal shines through the darkness, and Atsushi screams. He tries to leap past her, but the wind is knocked out of his lungs as she tackles him onto his futon. Where did she get this strength from? Yet he doesn’t match her force with his own, mostly because, now that he’s caught, he’s found he doesn’t want to be free.

“Such a bad kitty,” she pulls him onto her lap with her elbows under his arms, and Atsushi feels her wet clothes press against his back. His ears are already pounding, hot. “I’ll show you what happens when you go up against Lucy Maud Montgomery!”

Suddenly there are fingers pressing into his sides. Atsushi yells out a panicked laugh. “A- Ahahaha! Luhuhucyhehehe I’m sorryhehehe!”

She huffs. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before you drenched me!”

This is just the consequences of his actions, isn’t it? Her nails tease under his shirt and he throws his head back. “Stahahahap! Stop Ihi yeheheheild! Lucyehehehe!”

She toes the line between unbearable and gentle. The feeling runs through Atsushi’s every nerve, frying his brain until he can’t do anything but kick and flail around on his sheets. Lucy holds him firmly, a satisfied smile on her face that he can’t see.

She is doing this for revenge, but gosh is Atsushi cute. His cheeks are full and red, his fangs peeking out from under his lip. His giggles are nervous and flighty but ingenuous, the purest kind of happiness. Warmth runs through her face without permission; she really wishes she didn’t have such an embarrassing ailment.

When Lucy digs her fingers into his ribs and Atsushi squeals loud enough to echo off the walls, Kyouka pokes her head in from the other room.

“Oh, are we getting Atsushi?” she asks with a small blink. Lucy grins and Atsushi pleads.

“Ky- Kyouka plehehease! Hehehelp! I’m gonnahahaha dahahahie!”

“We are indeed, Kyouka! And he deserves it. I’m sure he would love if you assisted me.”

Kyouka’s expression doesn’t change, but her eyes twinkle. She strides over and seats herself on top of Atsushi’s legs. He cracks open his eyes to give his little sister a look of betrayal.

“Kyouka! Youhaha’re supposed to help mehehehe!”

“No thanks,” she says blankly, before drilling into his hips with an assassin’s precision.

“KYOUHOHOKAHAHAHA!” Even Lucy is a little terrified by the focus in Kyouka’s eyes, as if she were performing a surgery. But mostly she’s just pleased. She takes her hands off Atsushi’s ribs to clap, then repositions them in his underarms.

“YOUHOUHAHA GUHUhuys are soho MEHEHEHEAN!”

“This is discipline,” Kyouka states very seriously, and Lucy too laughs at that. Kyouka reaches forward and pokes Atsushi’s cheek. “You’re so squishy. Like a bunny. Squish.”

Atsushi turns pink; Lucy really wishes that didn’t make her flustered. “He is, isn’t he?” She pokes his other cheek. “Just as a tabby cat should be.”

Then Lucy worms her fingers into his neck and he scrunches up. “EHEHEHEE nohohoHO!”

While Lucy’s methods are soft in an evil way, Kyouka attacks with honed, concentrated energy, deadly in her efficiency. And with both of them on opposite ends of his body, Atsushi has no room left for thought.

And then the front door shuts with a bang.

Perhaps Akutagawa is too aggressive with his actions, and he squints apologetically at the door he slammed. Setting down the grocery bags on the counter, he winces at the ruckus in the apartment. Is that the Jinko’s screaming?

He walks into the main room to find what he’d expected to see: Atsushi pinned to the floor with Kyouka and Lucy dissecting him.

“This is just like you, Jinko,” he scoffs with a note of fondness, squatting beside the squirming, laughing Atsushi. “You’re not even fighting back.”

“RYUHUHAHA dohohon’t!” Atsushi shakes his head, his face a deep pink and his eyes crinkled shut. His smile is just as blinding as the light of the sun. Gross, Akutagawa thinks with a mini smile.

“Akutagawa.” Kyouka turns to him with that river-like gaze, clear but acute. “Join us.” Lucy cackles.

He smirks. “If that is what I must do.”

Though she calls out to Ryuunosuke now, Kyouka hasn’t forgotten how his words kept dragging her down as she swam desperately toward the light. But then he said he was proud of her. Plus, well, he’s involved with Atsushi. Kyouka’s grown to trust him, at least as long as Atsushi’s around. The same goes for Lucy, who Kyouka resented at first for endangering Atsushi, and for her harsh personality that pushes everyone away. That was before though, before she learned that Lucy is genuinely kind, only a girl at heart, and she’s really fun to talk to, and hug, and go shopping for plushies and clothes and crêpes with.

Kyouka would defend Atsushi’s happiness with the blade of a katana and the might of a demon. Because he’s the one who saved her, because he’s her older brother. He has a way of bringing out the light in those with the blackest of blood. Though he’s made many enemies, he has twice as many friends, Lucy and Aku included. She’s never been more sure that they care for Atsushi than now, engaging in something so purely affectionate. That’s why Kyouka pitches in, because her heart is full to the limit.

Speaking of which, Atsushi seems to be reaching his limit.

“RYUHAHAHAHA! LUHUCYEHEAHAHAE! KYOUHAHAKAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Akutagawa is rough and awkward as he claws at the center of Atsushi’s abdomen. Even Rashoumon is crawling up and down his sides. Still sitting on his legs, Kyouka is moments away from flying off, and it’s only through sheer determination that she remains in place. Lucy has slowed her assault out of pity (because she is soft for this man and terrible at hiding it), slowly dragging her fingers across Atsushi’s jaw. Kyouka copies her: Akutagawa really is ruthless. Atsushi’s floundering and screaming is amusing though, and she can’t hold back the soft giggles escaping from her own chest. Though his laughter is desperate and embarrassed, it’s also bright and overwhelmed with love.

“You should learn to take this, weretiger. If you wish to help people, endurance and inspiration of the soul are necessary skills to have.”

Which is basically fancy talk for: Your joy could cure the world’s suffering and you should show it more often.

“LIHIHIHIKE you wouhAHALD KNOHOHOW! AHAHAHA wahahaHAIT!”

“How foolish of you to sass me in your position.”

Atsushi’s chest barely gets the chance to rise and fall before another laugh is forced out. He probably needs a breather. Lucy, despite being the one to start this, is also the first to end it.

“Now now, Aku. Give him a break. We were at this for a while before you came.”

Akutagawa hums, but he retracts his hand and his ability. Lucy and Kyouka let up, and Kyouka removes herself from Atsushi’s legs. Finally free, Atsushi collapses into Lucy’s lap with an inhale that could rival a tornado. He tries to regulate his breathing with giggles interrupting, and he buries his face against Lucy’s thigh, turning to his original assailant for comfort. Lucy blushes even redder than Atsushi himself had because his tiny exhausted closed-eye smile is the cutest thing she’s ever seen, but settles her hand on his back for a massage.

“You hahall… ahawful,” he titters. “Lucy, I’m sohorry for hosing you.”

Kyouka appears beside Lucy and pats Atsushi’s head. Lucy sighs as if she’d just been hit with the force of all the love in the world. “I suppose I can forgive you. I’m a little less soaked now, thanks for asking.”

“Sorry, sorry.” His chuckles turn to sleepy mumbles. “That’s good, though. I’m glad.”

“Quit apologizing.” Lucy covers her face with her equally red hair and turns away. “You’re such a sap.”

“Far too soft,” Akutagawa adds, leaning down to press a kiss to Atsushi’s upright cheek. Kyouka moves her hand so Lucy can kiss the cat’s head too, instead throwing her legs over him and leaning on Lucy’s shoulder. Akutagawa is a clumsy distance from the cuddle pile, hunched over Atsushi, so the tiger throws an arm around his other life partner’s shoulders and drags him down to rest on his back, maneuvering himself so he’s on his stomach, chin on Lucy’s lap. She runs her fingers through choppy white hair and shifts one leg to lay on Akutagawa’s arm and establish a point of contact with everyone. She laughs quietly as she looks over their entangled position, like some kind of Tetris puzzle.

And then she starts laughing for a very different reason.

“ATSUSHIHIHEHEHEE!”

Kyouka flinches as Lucy’s shoulder jolts her off and blinks rapidly. Then she catches sight of Lucy’s hysterical expression and wide open mouth, someone’s fingers scribbling up her sides, and understands. Screeching, Lucy kicks and shoves at the boy in her lap, the culprit, and realizes that with all the bodies piled on top of her, there is no escape.

Atsushi, the ever perseverant hero he is, grins up at her with teeth white as an angel but pointy as a beast. “Revenge.”

And this is what happens when you go up against Nakajima Atsushi.

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Ryu may have the most money but he has near-zero social capabilities. They all lack people skills actually, but Aku lost the last video game tournament. So he’s doing the grocery shopping.

Also they love each other <3

I don’t know why I got so emotional with Kyouka’s POV but it’s probably because I adore her to the ends of the earth. Two paragraphs of just Kyouka reflection bc I think she’s the type to start daydreaming in the middle of an attack.

Relationship HCs:

Atsushi and Lucy — like lonely little children in love, so desperately it hurts

Atsushi and Akutagawa — It’s Complicated™️ (it isn’t)

Akutagawa and Kyouka — it is actually complicated, but they’re getting there

Kyouka and Atsushi — the purest form of connection, siblings <3

Kyouka and Lucy — sisters who give each other the freedom to just be girls

Lucy and Akutagawa — from strangers to not so much so, united by their love for one special tiger (they’re still getting used to each other)

This is a long-ahh footnote I’m sorry

#py is turning pink #tickle #tickle fic #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd tickle #akuatsulucy #atsulucy #shin soukoku #lee!atsushi #ler!lucy #ler!akutagawa #ler!kyouka

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delirantesko · 2 months

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Abdicais de toda sanidade ao entrardes neste salão!

Bem vindos!

Comecei minha aventura pelo mundo das palavras em 1997, mas só voltei a escrever com mais regularidade de uns meses pra cá.

Eu criei e apaguei muitas contas por aqui, mas com o projeto Delirantesko (uma mistura de delirante com dantesco?) eu finquei o pé na poesia, mas adoro escrever frases, textos, e até alguns contos.

Já fui Escribardo, Oniriko, Labirintiko, Palahvras, Literado, SextosePoetarias, e alguns outros, por isso alguns dos meus escritos tem esses pseudônimos. (Eu adoro inventar novos nomes).

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O estilo/estética desse tumblr é principalmente pras minhas autorias, e não uso nem reblogo imagens nele também.

Gosto de escrever, conversar, além de escrever, nas hora vagas estudo programação e japonês, mas sem muita pressa.

Ouvir música é algo sagrado pra mim (adoro trip-hop, rock industrial e dark ambient), gosto de jogar videogame, prefiro séries a filmes, adoro ler e pretendo lançar livros de romance e poesia em algum momento (já tenho algum material escrito que comecei).

Meus autores favoritos são Chuck Palahniuk, Haruki Murakami e Anne Rice.

Acho que é isso, não vou mais tomar seu tempo, mas se você curtiu algo do que eu escrevi, fico feliz.

Pra mim escrever é terapêutico, e tudo que se escreve, não só por mim são conversas anacrônicas, atemporais, que podem ser lidas por qualquer um, a qualquer momento. Vai que um desses textos seja exatamente o que você precise ler? É um risco.

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carriessotos · 4 months

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hazel — Give me a character and I'll give you 10+ headcannons

give me a character and i'll give you 10+ headcannons: hazel morrow.

a pessoa que mais admirou em sua vida foi sua tia-avó materna, anne mulligan, que praticamente criou sua mãe após o falecimento de seus pais, quando tinha doze anos, e de quem hazel era próxima desde a infância; sempre tiveram muito em comum em questão de gostos e opiniões sobre o mundo, e se espelhava muito nela. continuavam se falando sempre ainda que hazel estivesse em outro estado para a faculdade, e o seu falecimento aos oitenta e três anos deixou hazel arrasada. o retorno para sua cidade natal de forma definitiva veio ao descobrir que a tia-avó deixou a casa em que vivia para ela, decidindo então por concluir o último ano de sua residência no hospital da cidade.

embora soubesse que gostaria de estudar algo na área da saúde ou de ciências, estava muito perdida sobre o curso que iria seguir no ensino superior; passou de psicologia a engenharia química e biomedicina, antes de enfim descobrir que a sua vocação estava na medicina. uma grande influência para a sua decisão veio de sua tia avó e de sua melhor amiga, que trabalhava na área, e acabou se decidindo. porém, demorou bastante durante a universidade para descobrir a área em que gostaria de se especializar, quase tendo ido para pediatria ou cirurgia geral. antes de optar pela ginecologia e obstetrícia.

é uma pessoa bastante insegura, embora esteja tentando trabalhar com isso nos últimos anos e se abrir mais para experiências novas, se compara muito com sua irmã mais velha desde que era criança. jenny sempre foi muito expansiva e cheia de amigos, se destacava nas atividades esportivas da escola - estava no time de futebol feminino, e até conseguiu uma bolsa para berkeley assim -, e era muito mais envolvida com os conhecidos em bend. mesmo que por muitas vezes sem maldade, os comentários que as comparavam não eram poucos, e hazel cansava de ser sempre conhecida como a irmã de alguém, não a sua própria pessoa.

no segundo ano do ensino médio, resolveu que não queria sempre depender de seus pais para conseguir ter algum dinheiro - ainda que a sua família tivesse boas condições - e começou a trabalhar como babá para alguns conhecidos do bairro. nas férias de verão entre o terceiro e o quarto ano do ensino médio, também trabalhou na sorveteria elly's.

só teve três relacionamentos sérios na vida: dois quando estava na universidade de chicago e um com um colega do hospital de seattle. o mais longo foi com kevin monroe, formado em engenharia robótica também da uchicago, com quem ela ficou por três anos e sete meses, até terminarem porque queriam coisas muito diferentes, e não entravam em sintonia desde bons meses antes do término. ficou muito magoada na época, e demorou para começar a sair com outras pessoas. só se interessou por alguém de forma séria de novo quando já estava em seattle para a residência, tendo namorado chris benowitz, um residente de cirurgia ortopédica, por cerca de nove meses.

tem uma pequena tradição com o pai: todo início de mês, trocam um livro - ou, no caso de quando morava fora para a faculdade, trocavam recomendações. um dá o livro para o outro, e tem o resto do mês para ler e devolver. embora não esteja com tempo para ler sempre, é uma leitora ávida, e o combinado entre os dois sempre a fez se sentir próxima do pai apesar de tudo. então, faz um esforço para terminar o livro e, nessa brincadeira, já descobriu vários livros dos quais gostou muito, como deuses americanos e flores para algernon. por sua vez, os seus livros favoritos no geral são: a amiga genial, circe e pessoas normais.

gosta muito de musicais, e já assistiu várias vezes ao vivo em teatros em chicago, seattle e uma ou outra ida para a broadway. seu favorito é waitress, mas também ama wicked, rent e hadestown, e sempre escuta as suas músicas. entre os filmes, alguns de seus favoritos são: moulin rouge, mamma mia, chicago, dreamgirls, the rocky horror picture show e nasce uma estrela. mas, o seu filme favorito da vida é thelma e louise.

quando não está com o cabelo solto, hazel geralmente usa algum tipo de trança. não é sempre que tem tempo ou vontade de investir em algo mais elaborado do que uma trança comum, mas gosta muito de usar as holandesas quando tem a força de vontade para arrumar o cabelo assim.

desde a adolescência, tem o costume de marcar os livros que lê com marcadores coloridos de página - dependendo da leitura, ainda categoriza em cores quais são os temas que vai encontrar em cada parte - e de sublinhar as suas frases favoritas com lápis ou caneta. de vez em quando, também faz anotações curtas nas obras - então, pegar um livro emprestado com ela é sempre uma experiência.

nunca foi uma pessoa muito de esportes. a sua família inteira torce para os são francisco 49ers, por exemplo, e até assistiu vários jogos quando se reuniam em um final de semana ou outro, só nunca se empenhou tanto como torcedora. no entanto, sempre assiste as olimpíadas de inverno e é apaixonada por assistir às apresentações de patinação no gelo, além de adorar assistir todas as provas da modalidade de ginástica na olimpíada normal. várias de usas memórias favoritas de bend ocorreram enquanto patinava com as amigas no rinque de patinação da cidade, e volta e meia ainda vai lá.

#in character: answers.#character: hazel morrow.#* ⠀ 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ hazel & finn.#partner: winter.#bend verse.

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