#wordstrings

[missivesfromtroy]

I don't want to alarm anyone, but I went to read some Katie Forsythe this evening and it looks like The Seventeenth Step/liquidfic (the only place I know of where her ACD fics are hosted) is about to be deleted?! 😬

Are we about to lose the text of these first rate fics? 😬😬😬

EDIT: lilywolfgray let me know in replies that the Internet Archive has them archived at https://web.archive.org/web/20190330072049/http://www.liquidfic.org/katie.html

I've copied them all for my own use, but I think the question now remains, does anybody know how to reach KF and let her know?

#sherlock holmes #Sherlock Holmes fandom #Katie Forsythe #wordstrings #acd holmes #fanfiction

[thebest-medicine]

hi there I just wanted to say I have been following you for years and reading your stories! yours and nhasablog and wordstrings were some of the first tickle fics I ever read! I know there was a couple of years where you stopped writing as often and I just wanted to pop in and say I’m sooooooo happy you have been more active lately and whenever you post and I get to read a new story from you <3

thank you so much!!! it’s so wonderful hearing from people like you! 😁😁😁

#listen…… n and wordstrings write some BANGERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS #i love this little community so much #answered #anon #tickling #personal #nice words

[wordstrings]

The Tenth Doctor was tickled?! When? Where?!

a presumably different anon also asked:

bestie I GOTTA know, which episode(s) did the tenth doctor get t-worded?? Or said he was?? I never knew about it (in reference to the "characters who are canonically ticklish)

(relevant link: this post)

It's sort of a passing comment in the episode "Fear Her." There's some kind of residual sci-fi psychic energy Ten is able to detect and feel. However, I could not find a gif or clip of this anywhere! So I made one myself, just for y'all.

#ask #anonymous #Doctor Who #Tenth Doctor #ticklish!doctor #wordstrings shares things

[stopbeingbored]

Today I remembered that the only reason I met my wife is that in 2012 I made a Tumblr post that said only "let me take you to a train station I know in liverpool" and she responded to it. <3

#Wordstrings. If you're out there. #There were so many things wrong with your fics and I thank you for that #hi wifey I love you

[wraith-of-thiodolf]

thoughts on Anglish?

iwis it is a most worthy ettel. we shall cast off the norman yoke upon our selfsame tongues!

#thanks for the ask #i sought to make a wordstring that noted more anglish :/ #it is the weapon i wielded against the english leethlearners at lorestead

[ticklishraspberries]

Ren Faire (Eddie/Steve)

Summary: Steve, Eddie, and Robin go to a Renaissance Fair and see some interesting demonstrations. (This fic is for my lovely friend @gigglyrambles!! I literally just pulled this whole plot out of my ass and wrote it in one sitting, so I really hope you like it, LOL. Also, shoutout to @wordstrings because I know she has written something similar for Our Flag Means Death, I hope you don't mind me taking inspiration!!)

Steve isn’t sure how he ended up being dragged along to a Renaissance Fair with none other than Robin and Eddie, but he found it hard to say no to either of their puppy dog eyes and incessant begging.

His outfit is simple, consisting of a white, long-sleeved shirt with laces at the neckline, tight brown pants, and brown boots. He feels only a little bit ridiculous, but after seeing what his friends are wearing, he supposes he isn’t the weirdest looking one.

Eddie is decked out in black, an intricately detailed top with ruffles and buttons. A fake sword sits in a holder on his waist. Robin has gone for a more masculine look, a cloak over her shoulders and a bow and arrow in her hand.

“Screw historical accuracy,” she’d said.

“The fact that you’re a girl isn’t the problem, it’s that you couldn’t hit a moving target with an arrow to save your life,” Eddie had teased, and Robin had elbowed him in the ribs, making Steve laugh.

Now that they’ve arrived, Steve has relaxed a bit. He used to feel out of place whenever he attended events that he wouldn’t have been caught dead at in high school. Corroded Coffin concerts, DnD campaigns, and that one time he drove Eddie and Robin to the nearest gay bar in Indiana. It had definitely been more awkward sober, and before he realized that he’s bisexual, and could have totally had more fun if he’d been aware of and okay with that information at the time.

He’s sort of glad he wasn’t, though, because kissing Eddie Munson during a childish game of truth or dare was a much funnier way to have your queer awakening, and dating Eddie Munson is way more fun than hooking up with random guys in a bar.

“They have really good beer here,” Eddie comments, to which Steve holds up his car keys and jingles them. No medieval mead is going to keep him from being the designated driver.

“I can drive us home,” Robin says, absolutely joking, but Steve still gives her a horrified look and makes a show of sliding his keys back into his pocket, patting the denim for safe keeping. She sticks her tongue out at him, and he flicks her cheek.

Eddie does end up getting some beer, and Steve allows himself a few sips. They’ll be here for at least a few hours, he’ll surely sober up by then. He also samples the gigantic turkey leg that Eddie gets, and Robin wrinkles her nose in disgust at the messy nature of the food.

As they walk around, Steve finds himself getting into the spirit more than he had expected. They eat, watch musical performances, and shop at the little stalls set up by various vendors. Eddie buys a few rings for himself, and buys a handmade mug for Uncle Wayne. Robin indulges in candles and soaps, and even dares to see a fortune teller.

“She said that I’ll meet my future husband soon,” she says, giggling. “Clearly she’s a fraud, or she’d know I’m not interested.”

When Robin runs off to find a bathroom, somehow, Eddie and Steve end up standing around a demonstration about medieval punishments and torture, which Steve expects to be gruesome, and quickly finds he would rather hear gritty, gorey details than stand her and watch this happen.

A pretty girl, probably around their age, is locked into a pair of wooden stocks, and—

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Steve mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

Eddie looks absolutely delighted as he leans in close. “What’s wrong, Stevie? The demonstration isn’t bothering you, is it?” he asks. His cheeks are flushed, too. A few months ago, Eddie would probably be the one stuttering and staring at the ground right now, but ever since he introduced this little world to Steve, he’s gained a confidence about it that only comes out when he gets to tease Steve into oblivion.

“Shut up.”

“You shut up, I’m trying to watch. Maybe I can get some pointers from these guys.”

‘These guys’ refers to the two men who have started tickling the girl’s trapped feet, and frantic giggles fill the air and make Steve’s stomach flip.

“Oh, she’s handling this better than you would,” Eddie continues to tease. “I’d already be called every insult under the sun if you couldn’t kick me instead.”

“I will kick you right now,” Steve threatens. It’s a complete lie. He’s frozen to the spot on the grass, torn between watching and focusing on the grass. Everyone else in the crowd is behaving like this is so normal, no big deal, just a silly show.

One of the men has moved behind the girl to tickle her ribs, her arms secured above her head. Steve crosses his arms over his chest, subconsciously protecting his own sensitive spots, like just watching her could tickle him, too.

“You love that spot,” Eddie coos. “You make the cutest sounds when I tickle you there.”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you,” Steve grits out.

“Sure you will, sweetheart. Can it wait ‘til after I’ve made you cry real pretty for me?”

Just then, Robin appears at his side. “This looks like my worst nightmare,” she says. “I hope this girl is getting paid well.”

Steve makes a noise of agreement, but can’t bring himself to look over. Eddie Munson is going to be the fucking death of him. Thankfully, Robin is immediately bored of the display and drags them off to explore. Eddie subtly gives Steve’s side a quick pinch as he walks past him, and Steve suddenly can’t wait to go home.

***

“You are a fucking menace,” Steve accuses the moment they’ve made it through the door.

His parents aren’t home, Robin was dropped off back at her house, and now, Steve is alone with Eddie for the first time all day, and he refuses to voice how excited he is for whatever Eddie’s got planned.

But Eddie just grins, tugging off the more elaborate pieces of his costume, leaving himself in socks, boxers, and a white t-shirt. He makes his way to the kitchen, comes back with two cans of beer, sits on the couch like he isn’t ignoring the clear tension in the room.

Steve gapes at him for a minute before joining him on the couch, kicking off his boots and taking a beer as well. Maybe Eddie’s changed his mind…Maybe he just isn’t the mood, and Steve isn’t going to pressure him into anything.

But…Well, he has a sneaking suspicion that isn’t the case at all.

“If you’re waiting for me to ask, it’s not gonna happen,” he says.

“Ask for what?” Eddie tilts his head curiously, but there’s a glint in his eye that proves Steve’s theory.

“Nothing,” Steve replies, playing along. “All that talk back there just made me think you had a plan for when we got home. But if you’re not interested, that’s fine too.”

“Did you want me to have a plan?”

Steve huffs. “Maybe. But if you don’t, then let’s forget about it.”

“Oh, c’mon baby,” Eddie says, throwing an arm around Steve’s shoulders and pulling him close. “All you’ve gotta do is ask if you want it so bad.”

His cheeks burn. Stubborn as ever, he shakes his head.

Eddie sighs with exaggerated disappointment. “If you insist. I guess I’ll just keep my hands to myself tonight…”

“Good,” Steve says, and turns the television on.

It takes two beers and a stupid scene in a film to break him. It’s a quick, barely there tickle, but the character’s laugh makes Steve perk up like a dog hearing a doorbell ring.

“Fine,” he says.

“What’s fine?” Eddie asks.

“Just fucking tickle me, you dick.”

Eddie grins and wastes no time, lunging across the couch and pinning Steve to the cushions.

“I knew you’d crack eventually, sweetheart,” he teases. “Sorry we don’t have quite the same set up, but I’ll hold you down real nice, okay?”

Steve is already grinning. He can’t help it, he’s so lovestruck by his boyfriend and desperate to laugh his head off. And laugh he does when Eddie goes straight for his ribs, scratching at the dips between each little bone.

“There’s that pretty sound,” he says, pressing a kiss to Steve’s jaw that is both sweet and ticklish under the current circumstance.

The stupid shirt with the laces is pulled over his head and discarded on the floor, and Eddie pins Steve’s wrists and tells him to stay still before exploring each ticklish spot on his torso, making him shriek and cackle and snort like a fool.

He doesn’t stay still for very long, arms shooting down to his sides when Eddie attacks his belly with blunt fingernails, and Eddie scolds him but doesn’t stop.

As he squirms on the couch, giggling like mad, he wonders if they sell some of those bondage contraptions there. He thinks that they should go back to the Ren Faire sometime. 

#steddie #steddie ticklefic #steddie tickle fic #stranger things ticklefic #stranger things tickle fic #stranger things tickling #steddie fic #steddie fluff #stranger things #tickle fic #ticklefic #raspberry writes

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: February 16/24

Happy Friday everyone! I hope you enjoy these fics I've got for you to start off your weekend, and will give the boosted fics some love! <3

SIGNAL BOOST

Have we met before? by avalanching effect (G, 2,013 w., 1 Ch. || Sherlock and Co. Crossover || Crack / Humour, Holding Hands, Banter, POV John) – "Uhm, we got an anonymous tip about some suspicious activity that would be happening in Regent's park today, thank you anonymous tip giver. It said— actually I don't know what it said, it was sent directly to Sherlock and he won't let me read it."

An Act of Charity by wordstrings (M, 4,041 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Angst, Mental Health Issues, Psychopathology /Sociopathy, Romance, First Kiss / Time, POV Sherlock) – In which what's in Sherlock's head is never going to get any better, and John is nearly thrown out of his flat. Part 1 of The Paradox Series [TRANSLATIONS: Polski || 한국어]

RECENT MFLs

All Our Tomorrows by Calais_Reno (T, 3,161 w., 1 Ch. || Time Traveller AU || Post-TRF, POV John, John Loves Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, Time Travel, Old Age, Sussex, Forgiveness, Happy Ending) – John meets an old man who seems to know a lot about him.

A Moment Still Ajar by Raina_at (E, 10,426 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Fix-It, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Relationship Talk, Bisexuality, Discussion of Sexual History, Enthusiastic Consent) – John has come home, and things are slowly settling down. Now all they need is a good, solid, juicy case to seal John's homecoming. The case, however, turns out to have more to do with John's past than they anticipated. Part 3 of Nothing Gold

Relapse and Redemption by JennLynn77 (M, 15,815 w., 13 Ch. || TSo3 Fix It, Drug Use, Relapse & Recovery, Drug Withdrawal, Self-Hatred, Dialogue Heavy, Love Confessions, POV John Third Person, Self-Esteem Issues, Sherlock Whump, Canon Divergence, Hugs / Cuddles, Angst, Dark Mood, Apologies, Profanity, Nightmares, Developing Relationship, Triggers, Bed Sharing, Communication, Mental Health Issues, Happy Ending) – Sherlock leaves the wedding early, but John notices and goes to find him. Canon compliant up to us seeing Sherlock leaving the wedding. Happy, hopeful ending.

#johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #five fics friday

[a-freemaniac]

STORY TIP...

This time a classic but new to me.

I have a list of 30 fics I'm going to read this winter.

Started last week and love it so far.

Last night I started a classic fanfiction story I neglect for too long.

I'm only on page 145 but it is already extremely promising.

Not only because of my favourite badass Moriarty is a big part of the story and it starts with little Sherlock and a brilliant opening but..

It features the Sherlock I have in my mind.

A genius man child with baggage on his soul so strong it almost threatens to suffocate him.

Lonely, longing and clever is the status of Sherlock until a certain army-doctor doctor arrives but does John really know what he signed up for when accepting Sherlock’s dinner invitations and who is the man who writes Sherlock all those disturbing letters?

Find it all out in Wordstrings aka Katie Forsythe's " All the best and Brightest Creatures.

@rey-jake-therapist @a-victorian-girl @whatnext2020 @inevitably-johnlocked @johnlockficclub

#sherlock and john #fanfiction #Moriarty #carlpowers #sneakers #80s #swimming #bbc sherlock #john watson #great story #appreciation post

[dduane]

Hi Diane! 👋 Longtime fan here. I know you're a fanfic fan (of series you're not involved in creating) and I was wondering if you would be willing to share any fics you particularly enjoyed reading. I know you've kept your ao3 pseudonym under wraps, but I'd love to read some fics that you enjoyed, if you're comfortable with that!!

I'm finding it increasingly hard to point at specific fics (not least because every time I try to do that, these days, about fifty others leap up in the back of my mind screaming "But what about MEEEEEE?"... and I wind up getting nowhere.

But I can easily tell you what authors I read repeatedly (and these are almost exclusively in the BBC!Sherlock fandom, though there are exceptions).

(inserting a cut here, because wow, the list does go on a bit)

...They would include:*

tweedisgood suitesamba sussexbound standbygo ArwaMachine Mildredandbobbin earlgreytea68 LapOtter ellipsical Raina_at vitruvianwatson CaitlinFairchild mydogwatson Khorazir J_Baillier SilentAuror teahigh abundantlyqueer darcylindbergh mistyzeo PrettyArbitrary songlin Calais_Reno cwb Random_Nexus azriona what_alchemy scullyseviltwin Atiki ivyblossom amalnahurriyeh PlaidAdder Salambo06 lifeonmars hitlikehammers keelywolfe Silvergirl bendingsignpost AtlinMerrick professorfangirl emmagrant101 DiscordantWords mydogwatson Ariane_DeVere unicornpoe verityburns mydwynter Mazarin221b belovedmuerto bluebellofbakerstreet Resonant Chryse Beautifulfiction wordstrings cathedral_carver thisprettywren mycapeisplaid philalethia

...For starters. (sighing) (I know I've forgotten names I should be remembering. I'll have to add them later.)

But this should be enough to be going on with for the moment... :)

*I'm not going to try to alphabetize these. I pulled the list from my bookmarks and recent AO3 reading history.

#fanfic #author recs #Sherlock fandom

[kitty-bandit]

After accidentally glueing the first copy’s text-block upside down, I think I finally got it right lol.

All the Best and Brightest Creatures by wordstrings (requested by @soglideaway)

This will ship out tomorrow (weather permitting, as we’re expecting another blizzard). I’m very happy with how it turned out and I think the colors go so well together.

#personal #kitty bandit binds books #Sherlock

[nhasablogg]

I rediscovered the word reference sheet via @wordstrings blog and it has changed my life. so many words that aren’t in my vocabulary and it’s making writing tickle scenes almost fun again

#text

[amazingmsme]

As You Were Saying?

AN: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all! I think this is the most fun I’ve had with a Squealing Santa fic! @wordstrings this one’s for you! Fjord & Jester are a kilLER tag team (see what I did there?) A huge thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting this year! I hope you all enjoy Kingsley getting wrecked, I know I do.  @squealing-santa

Fjord would never say it out loud, but Kingsley was getting on his last damn nerve. Ever since setting out to sea, their new friend formerly known as Mollymauk was practically glued to his side any given minute of the day. At first Fjord welcomed the company, was even flattered by it. But it seemed every time he tried to have an important conversation with someone other than the purple tiefling, he would interrupt or insert himself into the discussion. Fjord knew he was just trying to be helpful, but he needed to realize not every problem concerned him.

He had been discussing the trajectory of their current course with Orly when Kingsley walked up, absorbing every word exchanged. Fjord was already self conscious about his knowledge on the open seas, so he really didn't need an extra pair of ears listening to his stutter through and second guess himself. It eventually got so distracting, Fjord interrupted himself in the middle of a sentence.

"I'm sorry, but is there anything in particular you need?" he asked, cocking his head. He made sure to keep his tone light so Kingsley wouldn't think he was upset with him.

He hummed as he thought to himself for a moment, shaking his head. "No, but you looked like you could use the company," he quipped. Fjord had to chuckle at that, shaking his head out of fond annoyance.

"I appreciate the concern, but Orly and I can handle this." When Kingsley still lingered, Fjord took it as a sign that he needed a more direct hint. "Why don't you help Marius clan the canons? I'm sure he'd appreciate the company," he offered.

Kingsley let out an annoyed sigh and turned to leave. "Sure thing captain."

Fjord took a deep breath, rubbing at his temple. Orly watched the tiefling walk down the stair before looking back at Fjord.

"Don't worry Cap'n. Once he settles in he won't be this clingy," he spoke in his gruff, slow manner of speech that Fjord was accustomed to. His gaze was locked on Kingsley as he slipped through the door that lead below deck.

"I hope so."

Either Orly had been wrong, or Kingsley still wasn't fully settled. The thought upset Fjord; he tried to do everything he could to make him feel accepted and comfortable on the ship. He knew the other man appreciated his efforts, but he could tell something was missing. He couldn't imagine how he must feel, so he extended as much of his patience as possible.

Kingsley must have caught on, because he'd been testing said patience at any given opportunity. He especially loved interrupting any intimate moment between Fjord and Jester. Ever time, it seems, that the two of them were able to whisk themselves away, Kingsley would find them minutes later and wedge himself into the conversation. Jester was more than welcoming, but Fjord just wanted some alone time with his girlfriend.

They were in his quarters, laying on his bed facing each other. Even though they were alone, they spoke in hushed voices, all whispers and giggles like lovesick teens. They were huddled close to one another, Fjord's arm draped over her shoulder as she rested her head on his expansive chest.

She was in the middle of recounting her trip to shore, describing the mural she saw in vivid detail. "Oh, you should have seen it Fjord! Someone painted the cover of Tusk Love on the back of the book store, and it was stunning! Guinevere's dress was all ripped and flowing in the wind, and Oskar's muscles were huge! The attention to detail was, like, super good, I could literally see the sweat on his chest and everything," she gushed, appreciating both the artistry and her beloved characters.

Fjord smiled at her endearing enthusiasm, rubbing a hand up and down her arm comfortingly. "In that case I'm glad I stayed on the ship. But I'm glad you got to see it," he said softly. She grinned up at him, snuggling closer.

"Who know who Oskar really looks like?" she asked in a teasy voice. Fjord hummed in thought, scratching the stubble on his chin.

"I'm not really sure. Is it Veth?" he asked in mock ignorance. She giggled and shook her head.

"What? No!"

"Hm. Caleb then?"

She tossed her head back with a laugh, smacking his shoulder playfully. "Nooo, guess for real!"

"I'm just joking, I know it's me," he relented, pulling her close and burying his face in the crook of her neck. She squealed and laughed as he growled and planted sloppy kisses, slowly working his way up to her lips.

Neither of them really heard the quick knock on the door before it creaked open.

"Hey Captain, you care if I- oh. Am I interrupting something?" Kingsley asked from the doorway, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Fjord was about to say that yes he was interrupting something very important, but Jester beat him to the punch.

"No not at all! Come in," she invited, waving him over. Fjord managed to contain his annoyed groan as Kingsley waltzed in like he owned the joint. He hopped up on the bed, wedging himself right between the two of them.

"Sooo what're we talking about?" he drawled, fangs peaking out from behind his grin.

"I thought you came in here to ask me something," Fjord interjected. Kingsley waved his hand in dismissal.

"Forgot what I was gonna say. Honestly, I just want the company."

"Aw Kingsley, that's so sweet of you!" Jester cooed, scooting over to make room for him on the bed. Kingsley wedged himself between the two of them, wiggling around until he was comfortable.

"I know, I'm just the sweetest," he agreed with a smirk. "So, how was town?" he asked, resting his hands behind his head to cushion his neck.

"It was so much fun, you really need to come with me next time!"

"Oh yeah? Tell me about it," he said and Jester launched into her rambling from the top. Fjord had heard this already, so he focused more on Jester's excitement and wild gestures rather than what she was actually saying. As endearing as the sight was, Fjord really had been looking forward to some alone time with Jester, and their friend needed to learn a thing or two about boundaries.

Fjord remembered what he used to do when Molly wouldn't stop pestering him when they had to room together, and he had a hunch the same method of punishment would work now.

His hand inched closer and closer until he reached the soft curve of Kingsley's waist, scratching blunt nails against the fabric of his shirt. He jerked under the touch and sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. He cast a nervous look at Fjord, and the sly smirk on his face proved his eminent doom.

"Are you okay?" Jester asked, brows furrowed in concern.

"He's fine, just getting comfortable. Go on," Fjord answered on Kingsley's behalf. Jester eyed them both skeptically before continuing. Fjord applied more pressure, wiggling his fingers just under his ribcage. Kingsley snorted and twisted away from his hand with a stifled laugh.

"Jester's trying to tell you about her day and you're not even listening," he teased, pinching up and down his ribcage. "Pretty rude, don't you think?" he asked in a teasing tone.

"Ihi'm listening," Kingsley insisted, scooting closer to Jester in an attempt to get away. She seemed to catch on to what was happening, her mischievous grin only growing.

"Okay good, 'cause I'll quiz you afterwards," she said, poking his stomach before jumping back into her story.

"So like I was saying, there was this really rude lady at the market who was chewing out this little kid for stepping on her skirt-"

As she was busy talking, Fjord resumed his slow torture. He slipped his hand beneath Kingsley's shirt to get at bare skin and he immediately burst into giggles. Fjord gave a mock gasp at the outburst.

"Kingsley, I can't believe you! You think yelling at poor innocent children is funny?" he asked, pinching up and down his ribs. The tiefling curled in on himself, hiding his face in Jester's pillow as he shook his head. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight and play along.

"That's not very nice you know," she teased, leaning down to speak directly in his ear.

"And here I thought he was good with kids," Fjord said, his hand climbing higher and higher until he reached his armpit. Kingsley let out a giggly yelp and clamped his arms against his sides.

"I know, right? He's so good with Luke, but maybe it's all an act," she taunted, slipping a hand underneath his arm and copying Fjord.

"Nohoho it's nohot!" Kingsley managed to insist through his laughter. His tail wagged about as he thrashed on the bed, trapped between the devious couple.

"Anyway, I followed her around the market until she went inside of this shady store. She like, looked around to make sure no one was watching but she didn't see me, don't worry," she waved a hand flippantly, ignoring his growing hysterics. "But you guys aren't going to be-lieve what kind of store it was."

"What kind?" Fjord asked as he traced circles on the delicate skin.

"I want Kingsley to guess," she chirped, raking her manicured nails all the way down his ribs. His entire body spasmed from the conflicting touches and his laughter rose in pitch.

"W-whahahat?"

Jester's tongue peaked out from behind her teeth as she grinned, shaking her head. "Nu uh, I want a real guess," she said, using her tail to swipe along the soles of his feet.

"Ohoho fuck mehehe," he whined, though he didn't sound too upset about his predicament. "Ihihi dohohon't knohohow!"

"It was a sex shop you guys! I was so shocked, I couldn't stop laughing! But I grabbed this huge wooden dick and slipped it into her pocket to make it look like she was trying to steal it. He caught her with it and she was so embarrassed!"

Fjord used the comedic moment in her story as en excuse to double his efforts, drilling his thumbs in the divots of his hips. Kingsley bucked like a bull, cackling loud and free.

"Kingsley would you mind keeping it down? I'm trying to listen," Fjord said, as if he wasn't the very cause of his hysterics. He folded in on himself, latching onto his wrists, but not bothering to push them away.

"Nohoho you aharen't! You're tohohorturing mehe!" he cried.

"Me? Torturing you? Pft, as if," Fjord teased, forming a claw with his hand and hovering it above his stomach. Kingsley yelped and sucked in his stomach, nervous giggles bubbling up his throat.

"He would never do such a thing," Jester insisted, scribbling her fingers against his neck. He squealed in surprise, scrunching his neck for protection. "I think you're just trying to get out of listening to my story," she fake pouted.

"Then act like it," she teased, grabbing his tail and scratching just under the spaded tip. Kingsley was sent into a new wave of hysteria, writhing on the bed as bright laughter flowed freely from his mouth. Fjord decided that would be the perfect time to launch his own attack, vibrating his hand into the soft muscle of his belly.

Jester carried on the conversation as if it were entirely normal to tear him apart by the seams. And there was something about it that seemed so normal, so natural for the three of them. Kingsley liked to think it was a part of Molly shining through.

"After that I stopped by to see Mama, and Nugget is huge now! He's literally half my size! He comes up to my waist, right here," she demonstrated by squeezing Kingsley's sides. He threw his head back as his laughter rang throughout the small cabin.

"Wow, he's already that tall? I remember when I could hold him in one arm. Not that he'd stay there for very long," Fjord said casually, reaching down to squeeze his knee. He jerked his leg away, kicking in a futile attempt at warding his friends off.

The fact that they were shredding the last pieces of his sanity so casually drove him insane. How could they be tickling him half to death and ignoring him at the same time? It made his nerves short circuit even more than they already were.

"Plehehease!" he pleaded, gripping Fjord's shirt tightly. He smirked and patted the back of his hand.

"Please continue? I agree, do go on Jester," he said, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

"Nohoho!" Kingsley whined through an endless stream of giggles. "Hahave mehehercy!"

"Oh but this is what you wanted though, isn't it? Both of our undivided attention, including you in our conversations, is it more than you bargained for?" he asked in a taunting voice.

"Yehehes, Ihihi'm sohohorry!"

"Oh Kingsley, there's no need to apologize. We're actually having a lot of fun right now, aren't we Fjord?"

"I for one at having a blast! Aren't you?" he asked, tweaking his hips.

"Ohohokahahay I get ihihit!" he cried out, and they finally took pity on him. He laid there, chest heaving as he regained his breath. "You guys are fuckin' ruthless." They answered in unison.

"Thanks!"

"And don't you forget it."

Kingsley chuckled, rubbing a hand over his blushing face. "Guess I have been kinda clingy these past few days..."

Fjord made a strangled squeaking noise, shifting his hand back and forth in an "eh" sort of motion. "Just a little. We really do enjoy your company, but we also enjoy our privacy."

"And the rest of the crew is really nice, even if they aren't as fun and cool as us," Jester added.

"I know, but I guess I just have my favorites. But I think it's safe to say I learned my lesson," Kingsley said, nodding slightly. Fjord snorted.

"I bet that in 2 weeks you'll need a refresher course," he teased, shooting him a wink. Despite his growing blush, he was quick to shoot back with a smart retort.

"I won't be such an easy catch next time."

"Ah, so there will be a next time."

Kingsley opened his mouth to argue, but promptly shut his mouth upon seeing the matching set of evil grins.

"Shut up," he snapped, shoving Fjord away from him playfully. He crawled off the bed, walking to the door. He turned to them with a bow, "Your privacy," he announced before slipping out of the room. Fjord and Jester stared at each other before a fit of giggles overtook them.

#squealing santa #squealing santa 2022 #squealing santa 2k22 #fjord stone #jester lavorre #kingsley tealeaf #the mighty nein #critical role #critical role fic #critickle role #critickle role fic #ticklish!kingsley

[wordstrings]

do you take fic commissions?

Nope! That would just be setting myself up for failure. The muse is fickle enough with the ideas I want to get down on paper; trying to force it for someone else would just be rough all around.

#ask #anonymous #wordstrings shares things

[arwamachine]

For the ask game for fanfic writers: 14, 20, 29, 45, 47 💞

Thank you for the ask!!

14. what’s your worst writing habit?

I continue to think that the first draft has to be as close to perfect as possible - like, all research done, all characters named, 100% of words on the page with perfect punctuation and grammar. I have massively improved upon this line of thought and am waaaaay more comfortable than I used to be with just putting a [name character here] or [end this scene somehow] or [insert fight here] into the text and moving the hell on, but it's still a bit of a struggle

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

Bed-sharing. I love it. Can't get enough of it. I love every single aspect of that trope. Give me more. Give me all of it. Nom nom.

29. give us a spoiler for one of your stories.

John is able to accomplish the Fiver Plan, although it doesn't quite go as expected

45. name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

Oh god oh god oh god... Three??

I feel like I'm pretty much a @discordantwords stan at this point, although that could be because we're secretly the same person. I have so much respect for @calaisreno's works, which are insanely creative and wonderful and have me thinking about more complicated philosophical topics than most professionally-published works I've read recently. I feel like I also need to include @holmesianpose (bittergreens), because their fic Thirst was one of the first I read in this fandom and was the fic that got me thinking that yeah...I'm gonna start doing this fanfic thing too

(oh god but also itsallfine and darcylindburgh and atiki and caitlynfairchild and wordstrings and cwb and standbygo and hudders-and-hiddles and simplyclockwork and PoppyAlexander and and and...)

Future Arwa edit: I always feel like a jerk listing favorite authors, because I feel like I always forget someone (like, since posting this I remembered like half a dozen fantastic authors I omitted). I'm just going to plug Silvergirl's (one of the fantastic authors I omitted) Getting to Know Johnlock Writers collection, which is essentially a collection of all the fantastic authors I omitted

47. what story are you most proud of?

Indefinite Lines, simply because that thing was a BEAST and was fairly involved and needed me to weave past and present-day timelines and also involved a fucking cypher and so much specific and sketchy research that likely ended me up on multiple watch-lists. I love that fic to pieces, though, so it was all worth it ❤️

#arwa answers asks #my favorite part about the spoiler question is that the fic in question won't start posting for months if ever #also I know I left some wonderful authors out #it is impossible to list favorite authors because there are 7 million talented folks in this fandom

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey Steph!! just read a fanfic and I absolutely adored it, think you should be clued in to its beauty !! It’s called “an act of charity” by wordstrings. it’s quite short and there’s a podfic. just trust me!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/555316

An Act of Charity by wordstrings (M, 4,041 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Angst, Mental Health Issues, Psychopathology/Sociopathy, Romance, First Kiss / Time, POV Sherlock) – In which what's in Sherlock's head is never going to get any better, and John is nearly thrown out of his flat. Part 1 of The Paradox Series [TRANSLATIONS: Polski || 한국어]

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Hi Lovely!

Ah yes, I've been recced the Paradox series often, I really need to finally break down and read it! I'm always happy to promote fics you guys love, so I'm so happy to let people know about it!

Thank you Lovely!!!

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #signal boost #paradox series

[chaosnightmare]

major clue that i was autistic should have been when i was like 12 and drew on my wall a little visual of a phrase i liked (there were several other things i drew on my walls that were a little tismy but I'll talk about that in another post. i wont go into wordstring here) that basically went " 🟦=🚹=🟦=🚹=🟦=🚹=🟦 " . and i remember my friend coming over and asking what it meant and i was like. okay maybe this isnt normal but you know how people are like objects and objects are like people? like it all feels the same. and she was like No what on earth are you talking about. That is not normal

#chaoscontrol