#llama asks

[fluffallamaful]

WARNING: VERY INTENSE TICKLES AHEAD

Being tickled by one person is bad enough. Being tickled by two is horrible. Being tickled by four? Now that’s just unfair.

Dream’s setup actually has to change a little bit to account for this. It’s a different sort of table this time around: one specifically fit for him, stretching each of his limbs taut. His arms above his head, his legs out to either side — and each joint is fastened down with a belt-like restraint both above and below it, making it impossible for him to move anything more than a couple millimeters, if that. Finally, a little foam gag is slid into his mouth for him to bite down on. It’s soft enough to rest comfortably inside but firm enough that he can’t quite get his teeth to click against each other through the material. Quackity tells him — truthfully — that it’s a safety precaution to keep him from chipping his teeth against one another or biting his tongue off during his punishment. His blood turns to ice at the implications of that.

And then, of course, they get started.

Sam focuses on his belly. He uses that special little circular suction cup brush for the naval this time. Dream HATES that thing: Quackity always uses it for punishments nowadays, because of just how badly it tickles. The man’s always shocked by how violently Dream responds to it: he can’t see pretty much anything regarding what it’s actually doing, so it’s really funny to watch him thrash around like a dying fish because of such an innocuous looking thing sitting so innocently on his tummy. Normally he doesn’t use it for more than a couple minutes. This isn’t normally. They turn it on, slip it in, and then forget about it for a while. Because leaving it in like this leaves Sam free to experiment with the REST of his tummy.

He leans over to bury his mouth into the skin, blowing raspberry after raspberry before proceeding to nibbles and then to rough grooming licks, each worse than the last. And Dream can’t do anything about it because of the stupid pillow under his abdomen. His tummy is all stretched out and taught and refusing to move. He can’t even suck it in. And Sam is taking full advantage of it, and why is he GOOD at this it’s not FAIR —

Sam’s nose nudges into the suction cup. Dream screeches through his gag.

Sam finally takes off the little tickly suction cup a few minutes later, but just as he’s collapsing in relief he feels Sam’s rough tongue scratching all around his naval instead, and it’s HORRIBLE. He sobs loudly, trying to squirm away. This is one of the worst things he’s ever felt. Sam doesn’t even seem to notice, wrapping his arms around his waist and burrowing into his bellybutton to groom it thoroughly. He blows a couple of harsh, firm raspberries occasionally, whenever his tongue needs a break. He’s unfairly good at it. (Sam’s always used tools before. Dream had no idea that being tickled by him normally would be even WORSE.)

Ant goes for his feet, using a little electric toothbrush to dig into the places that get him crying. He runs it over his big toe, under his fourth, against the arch and even back up between the digits. Dream’s ankles are strapped down tight, too, so he can’t kick at all, and a particularly nasty flash of inspiration has Ant tying a bit of twine around his big toe to pull it back, anchoring it to his manacles and preventing him from curling his toes to protect the sensitive skin beneath. He even teases him about how he’s only restrained his big toe: he could curl the others if he wants! (He can’t.) He experiments with different tools. He can’t decide between the quill and the electric brush. He tries to ask Dream which one’s worse, but you know. The gag. He decides to just use them both, letting them alternate between the undersides of his toes and the rest of his soles: best of both worlds that way.

Bad focuses on his legs. He squeezes around his kneecap, and runs his long claws down the muscle in his thighs and calves to make the whole thing shudder. His tail traces all around his hip bones and lower tummy, agonizingly light and slow as it circles over and over and over again. Bad’s not even really paying attention to it, but it’s so, so bad — especially with how it contrasts with the suction cup. On a whim he decides to target his inner thighs, experimentally pressing into the crevice there and realizing that if he presses his thumb into the muscle just right he can get this weird noise he’s never heard before, even through Dream’s gag. The others notice too and start asking Bad to keep doing it and see what happens. He finds that if he squeezes the whole thigh — with at least one finger pressing into that spot — he can get this weird spasming effect. It’s fun!

Quackity leans over him from just behind his head. He drills into his exposed armpits with both hands, using two fingers each to gently massage horrible circles around and around and around — eventually even switching to circling with his nails, which are even worse. He knuckles his ribs, roughly dragging his fist over either side of his ribcage to make him jolt and squirm like a worm on a hook. He scritches lightly on either side of his neck and watches his head try and fail to thrash. He uses his wings to reach over and lightly dust all over his sensitive torso. He even lets the feathers trail down to his tummy sometimes. The worst part about him, though, is that he TEASES. He asks him questions, threatening him with worse tickles if he doesn’t answer them — which he can’t, since there’s a gag in the way — and then uses the resulting silence as an excuse to nibble his neck while murmuring about how it’s his own fault. He coos about how helpless he is and how he can’t do anything about his current situation, aww, it must be so baaaad. And everyone knows how yummy his tummy is! How long has that cup been sitting there now? Are those inner brushes circling clockwise or counterclockwise, anyway? Owww, did Bad just find a new spot that’s making him cry like a baby? Does that tickle badly? Hm? Too bad he can’t move, huh? Because Quackity doesn’t think Bad’s gonna stop tormenting that spot for a while. He’d better get used to it. Isn’t this fun?

Sometimes they chat as they play. Ant and Bad have a conversation about their upcoming shifts as they torture his legs. Ant momentarily stops arguing about why he should get Monday off to suggest that Bad slide an electric toothbrush under his trapped leg to press against the back of his knee. Bad pauses his lecture about the importance of a good work ethic to ask Ant if he can feel a change in the muscles of his foot when he scratches like THIS. Sam argues with both of them even as he suggests new things he’s come up with since their last visits, passing over new and interesting tools for them to play with. Quackity watches them chat like it’s a ping pong match even as he presses a taser into Dream’s left armpit, letting wave after wave of tickly shocks torment the taut skin without pause. There’s a quill in his other hand. It’s circling the prisoner’s other pit.

Sam asks Bad if he’s ever nibbled Dream’s tummy before. Bad says no, and Sam starts explaining how to do it best. Dream is squeaking, trying to plead for Bad not to use his enormous fangs on his poor little tummy because he’s already catching on to how badly that would tickle, but nobody pays him any mind at all. Bad pretends that he doesn’t know what he’s doing, that it’s his first time giving someone mouth tickles. It is not. It is CLEARLY not. He might even be worse than Sam. Bad’s mean enough to target his bellybutton, too, whenever he gets the inkling. It’s not fair that all of its torture made it MORE sensitive, it’s not!

Quackity offers Ant some baby oil. It’s not ticklish itself — feeling the duck hybrid rub the cool substance into his feet is actually really soothing, especially when he’s feeling so warm from the exertion — but then when Ant starts scratching again it feels like he’s exposed a live wire. It’s so much worse — he had no idea it could be this much worse! Ant laughs at his faint little twitches, and rubs some more right under his toes. The anticipation is almost worse than the actual tickling that follows. Almost.

The whole time, poor Dream is squealing into his gag. Tears are running down his cheeks, he’s trying desperately to thrash in his restraints — all is futile. No mercy. The prison staff are practically treating him like a squeaky toy: just a little thing to be tormented for their entertainment. He can’t do anything about it. Any one of these tactics would be enough to break him on their own, but all at once? Oof. He can’t even really make much noise through his gag, and while it was intended as a mercy to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself it ends up having the unintended side effect of prompting the four guards to go much further than usual in an attempt to get a reaction. (In other words, on top of being so much meaner than usual, all of this continues for the full three hours.)

Poor baby is an absolute mess by the time the timer runs out, the alarm finally sounding through the cell. His chest is heaving, his hands are limp against the table, his eyes are cloudy and dazed. His muscles started spasming at some point and now he’s just shivering uncontrollably. His skin is red all over, too — especially his belly. He doesn’t react at all when the restraints are released, unable to so much as lift a finger. Quackity takes out his gag and sees that he almost bit clean through the foam.

Sam picks him up, and at first Dream starts weakly attempting to babble about how he can’t TAKE anymore PLEASE — but instead of tickles, he’s greeted with the hybrid snuggling him into his soft fluff and settling down on the floor, taking the time to lick and groom his hair just the way he knows he likes it. Quackity had been planning to give him some well-deserved tummy kisses after his ordeal, but as soon as he announces his intentions Dream starts weakly begging him to not do it, please, he’s gonna die. He pouts about it (“I thought you LIKED my tummy kisses!”) but doesn’t push further.

Dream falls asleep quickly after that. Neither Big Q nor anyone else has the heart to wake him up, so they decide to just settle him in his bed and tuck him in, nice and snug. Bad probably stays a few minutes to nuzzle his cheeks, murmuring about how he’s such a stupid little muffin but they love him anyways. He gives him a few kisses before he leaves him to rest.

part 1 — context

mmmmmmm 🫠 you truly did go bonkers with this one what in the worrllddddddd 😭 3 houurrsssss?!??) a foam gag?? 😭😭 my celery mannnnnnnn 😩

(discussion belowwww):

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ok so my god the detail that you’ve gone into for each of these 😵‍💫 and we’ve got all the heckin special soup tools on the go as well.

this little suction thing is so cute. i love that he can’t stand them. that’s adorable. such a targeted little thing that is conveniently extremely easy for the ler to forget about, and yet unpredictable enough to always be on the lees mind. the fact that his position would make it difficult to see as well 🫠 and that he can’t suck in his stomach, and that sam is going nuts on the rest of his tummy. so his bad. so is quack.

the raspberries and nibbles 🥺 the relief that quickly turns to panic when sam replaces the lil suction thingy with his tongue 😅 (still feckin hate that word why is it so grossssss). i love that quackity is also just teasing him about everything sam’s doing the whole time. like just not letting him zone out or forget about any of the feelings at all

ant on his feet 😖 with the tieeeeeeee and baby oil wtffffff 😭 they’re just going nuts on himmmmmm. the fact that he gets each spot and toe as well. and the damn toothbrushes and aH. the fact that bbh and ant are just having cruel fun with it all. they’re talking like he’s not there and feigning disinterest,, until of course one of them hits a spot that makes dream squawk in his gag. i’m thinking baby oil on the thighs and lower tum too right? especially with bad’s nails 👌🏼 + it also protects his skin and look i gotta make sure my precious soppy cat man’s skin is safe.

i love the idea of quackity asking dream what he thinks of bad and ant’s work drama. like getting him to participate in the nonchalant conversation . but tickling him when he doesn’t answer quackity’s questions. (NECK NIBBLEABABZYHXHSS. such a flustery thing for someone to do when they’ve just been whispering teases into your eeeeaaaarrrr)

the feckin taser thing in the armpits again im going to throw it on dream’s behalf ffsjajxucus. and the fact that quackity can tease him about not being able to prepare for it as well??? the way he can use it so easily. like just tapping it on his armpit every now and then throughout his teasing. perhaps he also teases him with a countdown or two,, just purposely hyping him up for it

the armpit scratches and the rib knuckling 😵‍💫 idk knuckles seem to just be made to fit in between peoples’ ribs,, like it just makes sense. something about bone on bone as well :,) also baby oil to the armpits and ribs makes sense? like sure his skin is red and slippy and so tickly by the end of the 3 hours,,but it’s also soooo sofffttt and smoottttbhh

the aftermath here is cute. but i’m going to make it cuter 👌����🤌🏼:

first off he needs a bowl of soup and so much water immediately after he’s been lifted off his restraints. the foam gag would feel gross lmao. the feeling needs to be abolished

he also needs to be held so closely to sam. specifically, his tired tummy needs to be buried safely into his tummy fluff. ciz i just think that would feel amazing

he needs slippers. this one is a threat. he needs fluffy slippers or else.

he needs his limp hands held and floppy fingers played with

he needs a back rub and back kisses (only enough to make him melt and smile, not giggle though. he’s too tireddddd)

he needs a cookie

he needs to be reassured that there is room for him in this world, and that a reset isn’t necessary

he needs a blanket, and to receive forehead kiss goodnight from everyone

he needs everything mentioned to be still occurring/available when he wakes up as well 👍🏼

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#llama asks #soup the destroyer #Soups Tickle Therapy AU (Q Ed) #lee!dream #ler!quackity #ler!awesamdude #ler!badboyhalo #ler!antfrost

[talkingllama]

#poll #llama asks #might as well make it official #it has to happen on tumblr #sexyman #sans #reigen #mob psycho #undertale

[steampunk-llama]

Love wins

#llama does the art thing #meme redraw #mlp fanart #eyestrain #bright #pinkie pie #Fluttershy #rainbow dash #twilight sparkle #rarity #applejack #mlp meme #yuri #pride #ok to tag as me or kin #ask to tag #196 #EDIT: HOLY SHIT BOTH PUNKITT AND CASETTEPONY HAVE RB'D THIS #Ive made it in the fucking big leagues babeyyyyyy lets gooooo <3 #mlp #1k

[hedgehog-moss]

Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I adore your posts about you life with your animals and plants! Nothing brings me as much joy as one of your posts appearing on my dashboard!

Have a great start into the new year!

Thank you for the message & wishes! <3 I'm glad you like the posts and I love that you included my plants on equal footing with the animals :) My Christmas cactus lived up to its name for the first time this year, actually blooming on Christmas... The little yellow fox looks so impressed:

Poldine says it's the thought that counts <3

She got a special treat this week! I told my New Year visitors that (on account of my Christmas Broom) my herbivores wouldn't get to eat a Christmas tree this year, so they came with a couple of bags filled with the chopped-up remains of their own tree :)

But Pampe wasn't fast enough (she only fully trusts muesli) and as she was cautiously inspecting her first branch, her daughter materialised next to her and claimed it.

Best wishes to everyone for the new year!

#ask #crawling along #pampe has such a pretty face in that first pic #lovely fine features. long lashes. striking ears #but she wants to be a role model for young llamas and prefers to be known for her mutinous spirit than her silky dark facial hair

[zivazivc]

B1 with Marinette and Adrien Shockwave from your acrocat au? I adore the concept and the story you made <3 and it would be nice to see them interact

Awww!! I do love the weird tiger ox costume

Marinette spends most of that story having kittens because of "both" Adrien and Chat Noir. I think she needs this hug the most <3

#look at the length of the neck on this guy XD #llama miraculous or something #ml #miraculous ladybug #ask #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #acrocat au #acrocat #wrecking bull #i don't really know if i like the name shockwave #i came up with it really early on #hug #marichat #i guess #my art #tiger miraculous #ox miraculous #answered

[zecoritheweirdone]

i am being so so normal about these guys right now

#my art #mystery skulls animated #lewis pepper #vivi yukino #arthur kingsmen #msa lewis #msa vivi #msa arthur #made these to try and figure out how to draw them all consistently!! and also flesh out my own lil drawing quirks #three of those doodles in the first image are based on a oneshot i'm; like. Trying to write #btw the thing arthur's wearing in the second image are pizza glasses #someone asked for arthur w/ silly glasses; and these felt like they'd fit him;; kdjdkdjd;;; #[looks at the six (6) arthur doodles] mm. yeah i think i'm being subtle 'bout who my fav is #also i saw someone's art of arthur with his hair down and i absolutely adored it. #so obviously i had to steal i mean borrow it for myself #robozombii!! that's the artist!! their art is verrrrry very good!!!!!!! #fun fact! the lil ahoge in arthur's hair is shaped a bit like a lightning bolt! #another fact! originally lewis' sweater had the caption 'no prob-llama' bc i'm a fake fan who forgot that his favorite animal was alpacas #so now it's an alpacapella sweater

[treasuregamble]

wonky prize plush for @somehownothanks

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

#png #transparent #transparent pngs #transparent png #transparent png objects #kidcore #animals #toycore #toywave #rainbow #green #dinos #dinosaurs #llamas #elelphants #bears #fish #aliens #tigers #seals #pirates #plush #plushies #stuffed animals #prize plush #stuffed animal prizes #crane prizes #carnival prizes #believe it or not i had this in my drafts before the ask! i love these guys and their wonky faces #i actually have the green llama. he is the only thing i have ever won from a crane game etc and i love him.

[kuzcosources]

Astarionisms!

Gods, how are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.

What in the sweet hells were you thinking!?

I was right there!

Gods. Do you have any idea how much that hurt?

Well, apparently there's a limit. Somewhere between a nice summer's day, and the FULL CONCENTRATED POWER OF THE SUN!!

That was the least you could do after dropping a building on me!

I admit I like this one's approach. A little genocidal, but effective.

You just want to team up with some blood stained killer? Because I'm fine with that.

So much for the cavalry riding to our rescue.

Well, that's a little dramatic, don't you think?

Why, she sounds positively demented. I love it. Let's tell her everything.

Now, I can't help but notice that one of us is positively drenched in blood, so...

Of course, what fun! I'm going to fucking kill you.

You have a manner of irresistible desperation about you... I like it.

Oh. Oh dear.

Rawr.

If the opportunity arises for me to become a more magnificent bastard than I already am, why turn it down?

If you're trying to encourage me, you're failing miserably.

Please, don't mind me. I'll just watch.

My only complaint is that you didn't want to share.

Nothing like a little camp drama to spice up the evening.

Wait, don't interrupt them. Let me do it.

I don't need a reflection to know this looks fabulous/

And to think people say size doesn't matter.

_____ wouldn't put up with this shit.

#rp meme #rp memes #rp ask #rp asks #rp prompt #rp prompts #rp ask meme #rp ask memes #rp ask prompt #rp ask prompts #i am a weak llama #n.eil n.ewbon put his all into this and for that i thank you #i'm enjoying this sm #my little elf bastard man #pt 2 is def coming

[skumhuu]

Honestly I can’t understand the problem with proshiping. (Idk if is spelled that right) maybe I’m missing something here but I can’t figure out why someone would unfollow someone else simply for making content? What’s the big deal? What’s so bad about it?

My opinion:

Reading comprehension is currently at an all time low rn. People don't understand unreliable narrators, or dark subjects. They don't know how to curate their feeds to avoid the things they don't like, no they expect others to do that for them. To keep them safe.

People don't want shades of grey, they want black and white. In a world so soul sucking and out of their control, they want a villain to blame and groups to control. And if you create content they enjoy, then you must be flawless and held accountable for every single thing you do. Or else.

They think if something makes them uncomfortable it must be destroyed, not realizing that content that makes them upset can be cathartic for another. Trauma isn't some easy thing to deal with, the brain gets all twisted up. Fiction is a safe way to explore one's own trauma, to relive it in a safer setting.

This is also me being charitable, because some people just wanna hurt others. Some people are just mean because they like being mean.

Afterthought: No one gets to decide how much trauma someone goes through to EARN the right to create dark stuff :/ People will ask that, never ever EVER tell strangers on the internet your trauma, because it will never be enough for them. You don't even need to be 'traumatized' to explore dark content, or need it to cope, you don't have to prove that you were hurt enough to earn that right.

Anyways, be kind but take no shit (ง’̀-‘́)ง

#ask #anon #fandom etiquette #proshipping #antis #proship #drama llama #text post #long text #delete later

[ingravinoveritas]

missdeliadili replied to your post "It was only in February of this year but we..."

DT doesn't seem to dislike the idea of being tied up in MS's basement. On the contrary, he would be delighted to be his hostage. Lol

I had the very same thought and I could not agree with you more. For me it's a combination of how happy he looked when that whole segment was happening and was sitting there when Alex and Josh were about to wrap him up to be "shipped" to Michael (please, this feels so deliberate the more I think about it, I can't) with his hands in his lap looking so perfectly submissive and pleased...

...And then Georgia posting this screenshot on Michael's birthday (one day after the show aired).

Of course, you could say that she/David are just playing along with the "joke," but the fact that David went with it and seemed completely cool with the idea of being tied up in Michael's basement (along with all the implications contained therein) is just...wow.

As I've said before (and no doubt will again): There's teasing the fandom, and then there's whatever the hell these two (plus Georgia) are doing...

#missdeliadili #reply post #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #the last leg #for me it's the fact that David would so freely give himself to Michael #no questions asked #Michael is about as subtle as a drunken llama on roller skates #but more and more it seems like david relies on him and trusts him #a friendship that's become something more #ineffable lovers #thoughts #discourse

[fluffallamaful]

Prison Therapy AU (warning: bellybutton tickles):

As things progress, Quackity starts bringing in guests. First up is Sam.

The thing is, Sam’s fucking SCARY. He’s massive, he’s stoic, he’s wearing a gas mask, and Dream has about a year of very bad experiences to give him a list of very good reasons to want to scamper away from the Warden immediately. Not to mention that this is one of the earlier sessions, when Dream’s still not sure how this is going to shake out.

Quackity makes Dream stay in the usual operating table position, flat on his back, while he gives Sam some basic instructions. It’s flustering as all hell because they talk like he’s not there at all, like he can’t hear every word they’re saying, and only acknowledge him when he makes some sort of noise that gets Quackity cooing.

Sam’s not great at this, not at first. He’s way too awkward. But then something clicks and suddenly he’s picking Dream apart like one of his machines. And unlike Quackity, he’s completely silent. He reaches for the tools he needs and uses them expertly, finding just the right ways to get the poor prisoner sobbing before the two of them. Quackity just stops after a while to watch him in fascination.

His favorite part to focus on is Dream’s naval, using very tiny brushes that Quackity’s never touched to get right near the bottom and itch around. One of them is something like a flat comb that he uses to scratch at the fold between the naval walls and the button in the middle. Another is a round little thing that he can turn on, and have half the bristles rotate clockwise and half counterclockwise. He used this along the walls a bit, but he mainly makes the head flat and perpendicular to the handle so that he can press it right against the middle of his button. Once he gets used to using both, he holds the rotating brush still against his button and uses the comb to circle it and get into all the folds. He has to make adjustments to keep the man still for this: he’s so precise about where he wants the bristles to hit that any minute squirms’ll throw him off. The one belt around his waist is turned into one around his hips and one around his ribs and an extra pillow is pushed under his tummy to stretch it taut, rendering that whole area almost completely immobile.

Quackity’s a bit distracted by just watching the man go at first, but eventually he snaps out of it and decides to help. And Sam’s silent but Quackity is not, and his teases are deadly. He sits by his ear and whispers them quietly, asking him what it feels like, if it’s really that bad, nooo it can’t be THAT bad. This isn’t helped by him joining in physically as well. Sam’s preoccupied with that little button, but that just means Quackity has free reign over everything else. He takes advantage of his immobile belly, dragging something like Sam’s rotator but larger all over the taut skin. He mostly focuses on the line right where his sides meet his tummy, which gets him squealing like crazy. At one point he inches it close to the naval where Sam’s working, but Sam tells him that he’s getting in his way in such a bored tone that Dream gets flustered all over again. Mostly Quackity doesn’t do much, though: he just sits there and whispers teases into Dream’s ear, forcing him to focus on exactly what Sam is doing.

Quackity takes pity on him and ends Sam’s reign of tyranny about twenty minutes after it starts, but he has to basically drag him away to get him to finally snap out of it, Dream an absolute sobbing mess at that point. His tummy is all red and his bellybutton — which received the vast majority of the torment — is unbearably sensitive after that. The rest of the session — over two hours, because Sam’s first tactic was so brutal that he had to break after less than one — is very soft. Sam gives him a hug, and Dream dazedly murmurs something about him being fluffy — and even if he goes bright red again after he says it, the damage is done and Sam decides to cuddle him into his tummy fluff. Dream can hear him chuckling, but he’s too out of it to really care.

Quackity let’s them cuddle for a bit, but eventually tells him that he’s got one more thing to show him and has the Warden settle the prisoner’s head in his lap and lay him flat on his back again. Dream whimpers, not really sure what’s coming or how much more he can take.

But then Quackity kisses his tummy and he can’t help but melt.

Sam watches for a while, and then asks to try himself. So they switch positions — Quackity holding Dream in his lap while Sam settled between his legs — and Sam wraps his arms around Dream’s waist and tries to emulate what he saw Quackity doing before. Quackity has to make corrections at first (“Bit firmer, Sam. Bit firmer.” “Try a little further up.”) but eventually Dream is melting into his lap and Sam is, once again, too wrapped up in his work to think about anything else.

Unfortunately for Dream, this soon devolves into lickles, because this technique is just too similar to a creeper hybrid grooming instinct for Sam to resist for long. The position, the repetitive motions, even the reasoning is practically identical. But while creeper hybrids have fur to block the feeling, Dream does not, and Sam’s tongue is scratchy. The feeling of that thing scratching over his sensitive tummy is almost as bad as the brushes from before and soon he’s squealing all over again. (At one point Sam’s tongue gets into his bellybutton, which is still sensitive as all hell from the twenty minutes of tickling it just endured. He may or may not start crying again at that.)

Quackity takes over again soon after: watching Sam torture Dream like this is fun and all, but Dream’s already at his limit. He forces Sam to stop and takes his spot, rubbing out the ghost tickles and replacing them with gentle kisses in order to lure an exhausted Dream into a slumber. While he’s doing this, Sam instinctively starts to groom Dream again — but it turns out that the feeling of his tongue on Dream’s head is much, much more relaxing for the prisoner, and he falls asleep quickly.

And now that Sam knows what to do, Dream gets a lot more than just one session a day. >:)

fzgyxyss SOUP!!! soup 😭 soup the desTrOyer! i cannot even begin to explain how incredible your detail in this asssskkkk issss😖you’re going to melt the tummies of so many 🥺

(llamas discussion — despite the ask barely needing it — is below)

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ok so first of the way you described sam is unbelievably epic. i feckin love it when lers get into a trance. it’s such a cute trope especially for lees that are incredibly embarrassed by hearing their own laugh 🤌🏼 and your quote about sam “picking dream apart like one of his machines” is so epic, and so very warden sam. it just makes so much sense, and i adore that quackity just stares at him in awe for a bit

the little rotator 🫠 and the way he uses it with the comb oh my heckin god. like he’s not even listening to dream’s babbles or quackity’s impressed comments, he just stares intently at dream’s tummy and the tooled in his hands,, making sure he covers all walls of the button :(

and then as if dream didn’t already have enough on his plate,, quackity starts to tease him from beside his head. like tracing little shapes into dream’s upper ribs, armpits and arms, and pointing out each noise and change in dream’s laughter. every move and sound that dream makes is analysed and reported back to him, along with every move that sam makes to chase said reactions. like i can imagine “Ohh your laugh changed again! Did Sam find another spot? You better hold still so he find find it again. He is going to find it after all.”

i can imagine that between the teases and the unbelievably specific tickles on his worst spot, dream’s mind would be quick to short circuit and simply submit to the tickles. like he barely fights back or speaks, just cackles his heart out and rides the electrifying high that comes with being tickled and teased silly :)

and then the TUMMY KISSES AFTER CARE. AHHHHHHHHHHH MY HEART 😭😭 and his little whimper about sam being fluffy when he’s pulls into his tummy as well 😭

the idea of his reaction to tummy kisses while his belly is already sensitive kills me. liek it’s still quivering with residual giggles, still bright pink from his blush and a deep red in his naval :( kinda love the idea that the kisses make him blush and melt so much that his tummy ends up all being the same shade of red anyway

and then sam giving him lickles just out of instinct 😭 and dream’s jumbled panicked pleas tumbling out of him a in slurred cackled stream ☹️ poor babbbyyyyyy 😣 the idea of quackity then requesting them to switch again and coaxing dream to fall asleep to more tummy kisses, while sam groom’s his hair is just- 🫠 like my heckin god it’s all so adorable SOUP 😭

—> Edit: my god i also completely forgot to mention the pillow under the back as well like omfg i LOVE that position for tummy tickles especially for scratchy tummy tickles. like the lee can’t rock or move and their tummy is just so much more exposed and helpless and AH!! i just adore so much

🦙🦙🦙…

#SOUP THE DESTROYER #soupy poopy what the heck 😭 #the detail in this is incredible #your asks just never miss with being able to describe things so clearly #llama asks #lee!dream #ler!quackity #ler!awesamdude #Soups Tickle Therapy AU (Q Ed)

[talkingllama]

#obligatory poll because i have to use a new feature #llama asks #poll

[steampunk-fr]

Woag…no way

#llama does the art thing #flight rising #flight rising meme #fr ancient #fr water ancient #shitpost #bad graphic design #hi this silly little edit I made blew up on some private Discord servers so I’m setting it free to Flight Risingblr #Eyestrain #eel #fake edit #ask to tag

[steampunk-llama]

I love my sister, Applejack 🥺

#llama does the art thing #sweetie bot #friendship is witchcraft #bright #robot #Eyestrain #pixel art #kin tag #ask to tag #redesigned her since I wasn’t happy with the old one #I think this vers stays closer to the og Sweetie’s vibes!! #mlp

[hedgehog-moss]

Some small things that happened recently, other than the llamas’ shearing:

1. I traded a bottle of my freshly-made elderflower syrup (and some plum chutney from last summer) for a jar of wild peach jam and some homemade pâté, and the chickens went WILD over the latter. I gave them a tiny bit for a taste and then had to retreat to the kitchen to eat the rest because they kept jumping up and down trying to steal it

2. I told the librarian a while ago that I was hoping to rehabilitate the former little pond in my pasture and she came over with her husband and daughter to give me a pond liner they had in their garage (they wanted to create a pond in their garden and procrastinated for 15 years basically.) A very nice gift!! But the highlight of their visit was when we went to the pasture to say hello to the baby llamas, and Pampelune fell in love with the librarian’s daughter. I’d never seen her like this! she just kept staring adoringly and asking for neck scritches and whispering sweet llama things in her ear.

I replied to an ask the other day saying llamas aren’t really animals that enjoy being cuddled, but I guess I’d just never seen a llama with a crush.

3. My little vegetable patch is happy with this warm spring; the 2-year-old strawberry plants are going strong, and I’ve also got tomato flowers and male & female courgette flowers, so all is going according to plan.

My one young raspberry plant valiantly produced two raspberries, which reminded me that I meant to plant more of them. I went to the agricultural store, and told them in passing that the persimmon sapling I bought from them last autumn is looking rather dead, and they gave me a few apology raspberry plants for free. I went home and discovered that the persimmon is actually making one very tiny bud! Now I feel like a con artist :( But look at this shy little thing (on the right), it’s so discreet...

(left: girl courgette blossoms)

4. At the agri store I was invited to enter a raffle to win a 100-year-old olive tree. After filling up the little form with my name and phone number I was granted permission to take a second slip of paper and enter Pandolf’s name and phone number (I buy his kibble there so he is a valued customer). I hope he wins.

5. The sheep that are supposed to trim the grass around the store were napping in the shade, not a single one of them was working. I did not report them, because a sheep union representative came to touch my hand with its nose softly.

6. I also bought (half of) a former wine barrel to use it as an additional trough for the animals—I wanted one near my house so I wouldn’t have to trek across half the pasture on winter mornings to go break the ice, and there are two rivulets there that made the ground muddy, so it was better to dig some channels and add some pipes and have them flow into something. Digging a hole for the barrel was as exhausting a task as ever (so many huge rocks!), I’m glad I’m done with the New Trough project. I also had to rinse the barrel and air it out for a few days because it very much smelled of bordeaux wine, but here it is now, using its transferrable skills to start a second career:

I love hearing this new & very soft trickling water noise when I sit outside my house!

7. Pandolf, on our way home from the agri store, enjoyed the wind in his mane. (That’s it that the last piece of news.)

#crawling along #also! an electrician came to prepare the electric installation for my future greenhouse #progress progress #i haven't planted many things in my garden this year (5 tomato plants 1 aubergine 2 courgettes and some arugula) so i can focus on #getting my greenhouse started once it's built #and now that the new fence is almost done i need to ask the llamas & donkey if they like the taste of raspberry leaves #if not i might be able to plant some climbing rasperries along the fence #but that's a big if

[neongreenllama]

(Now that we are mutuals you are never getting rid of me MWAHAHAHA) Okay now tell me about Remus and Sirius's friendship ceremony from Harry's perspective.

I am starting to realize this and I'm getting a bit worried about what I've gotten myself into.

You did get me in a pickle there because I wrote that as a JOKE, but FINE just FOR YOU I have thought this further:

Okay so, we're imagining a scene after PoA or OotP where Harry went to live with them. Which means he doesn't just know they live together, they also share a room! Maybe the moved into the Lupin's cottage and it just doesn't have that many rooms, or maybe they need the third bedroom as a guest room. Either way, Harry doesn't really think twice about it because they shared a room in Hogwarts for years, so why shouldn't they now?

Anyway, when Sirius tells him about the friendship ceremony he says something like "I just want to do something for him. For us. We've been through so much and have come out the other end. It's been hard but we made it. And now that the war is over, I think we should celebrate that, you know?" And Harry is like "Yeah, sure! That makes sense! They were such good friends and then they weren't, and now they are again! And the war is over! That should be celebrated!" Sirius seems happy with that and so they set to planning and inviting people and when the invites spell "Sirius and Remus Lupin" he tells Sirius they made a mistake, but Sirius says it supposed to be like that because he's done with his family and this is a new beginning.

Everyone gathers around. McGonagall holds the ceremony. Harry does think the tears from McG, Hermione, Remus and a few others are a bit much, but he figures everyone is just so happy to celebrate again after the war. And then Sirius and Remus tell each other how much they love each other as friends, exchange friendship rings, and embrace like brothers. Everyone claps and Harry thinks he might do the same with Ron one day.

After the ceremony, everyone sets to eating and dancing and has a great time. McG brought Madame Pomfrey with her and they stick together all evening. They must also be really good friends! No one can find Sirius or Remus for a while towards the end of the evening, but then they do pop up again, looking just a bit dishevelled, saying they went for a walk. They do look a bit amused when they tell him that, Remus seemingly trying to hold back laughter, but Harry figures they must have pulled a prank on someone for old time's sake.

All in all Sirius and Remus seem really happy with the celebration of their friendship and Harry is happy for them!

#JOKING this is fun!!! #i might have written a fic with oblivious harry once that is never seeing the light of day but imagine it smth like this for 80k #wolfstar #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar friendship ceremony #asks #llama drama