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sayafics · 10 months

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Soul-bonds & Heartaches - Chapter IV

Hey guys! Sorry for taking such a long break, I had a lot of fsmily events over the last few weeks and had a hard time juggling time.

I do hope you enjoy the update, though. I think this chapter will be the last for this series unless there's specific prompts/ideas you want to see. (If so, let me know in the comments or asks! I'd be v happy to write them <33)

TW: implied SA, slight violence

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Geralt had searched for months, the days scraping by as he looked for Andromeda in every shadow, in every smile, in every laugh that haunted him on his travels.

He had left his friends - left them all so he could find her.

Cirilla was safe with Yennefer at Aretuza, and Jaskier had wandered to distant lands, his heart full of broken ballads of an unfinished journey.

Geralt and Yennefer had kept a tentative friendship, ever so cautious to not overstep the boundaries Geralt had so diligently drawn up. Friendship came to them with ease, but every interaction was soured by guilt from one party and longing from the other.

Geralt ventured through the continents, unsure of what guided him and where. His mind was bare of thoughts and his heart burning with emotions he had never been taught to deal with. He was a mess.

He had barely slept since Andromeda had left, living off the scarcest meals as his stomach turned to lead at the idea she may be starving in some backwashed village all because he had messed up and sent her running.

Andromeda was a princess. She was not made for the life he lives. Yet she still followed him into danger, still healed his every wound, and still stood bravely in the face of death if it meant Cirilla would be okay.

She trusted Geralt, trusted him to help them survive, to help them live and find a purpose. Now she was alone, far from them all. And he did not even know if she was safe.

Andromeda was an enigma, a presence so addicting he felt his skin crawl at the realisation he had been so far apart from her for so long. His heart would burn as it longed for her. His mind was plagued with the sound of her voice, his skin imprinted with the sensation of her hands brushing against his skin as she took care to treat his wounds after every battle, his eyes tracing her silohuette in the shadows as he forced himself to sleep at night.

Months.

Months of searching and no success.

Geralt was laid back in a bed, facing the ceiling as he laid an arm over his forehead and scrunched his eyes closed in defeat. He couldn't get her out of his head, her eyes burned into his mind, and sometimes, in the dead of night, he would pretend she was watching him as he slept. Ever a watchful eye, a caring friend, a loving mate.

Perhaps that was why this situation took him by surprise.

He smelt it - a deep and honeyed scent of orange blossoms and jasmine tickling his senses as he leapt up from his place on the bed.

He inhaled deeply, a wild beast searching for its prey. His shoulders tensed as he leapt up to replace his sword and dagger into their respective belts, hands rummaging through blankets and over furniture to collect trinkets and vials he had thrown carelessly across the tavern room as he lost himself in his grief.

Geralt marched through the tavern he had taken residence in, deaf to the cries of indignation of drunk patrons he barged past and eyes seeking a familiar head of hair in the crowd.

His senses led him far from the tavern he hoped Andromeda was hidden in, pushing him to march towards the outskirts of town.

Geralt had never found himself fearing for his life, never had he faced a creature he could not slay and never had he doubted the skills instilled upon him from infancy.

Yet, in this moment now, as he tore through the wilderness in the careful embrace of the night sky, the air thick with fear and horror as the smell he had been craving - the smell he had been fantasising about for months - made itself known to him and grew stronger as he drew closer, he felt a shred of fear wedge itself in his heart.

He could hear a stuttered heartbeat, ragged breaths, and a cloying scent of terror threatened to burn his eyes.

He dared not speak a word, fearful even the faintest whisper would turn his trail into phantom sensations, and he would be following nothing but an echo. A ghost of the woman he had lost.

Still, his shoulders were raised in determination, eyes narrow as he searched through overgrown shrubs and low-hanging trees, head on a swivel as the hand on his right side twitched, ready to reach for his sword if a threat made itself known.

"Please..."

It was a quiet whisper, a pleading whine. And that's how Geralt knew.

It was her.

He would recognise the melody of her voice anywhere. He could be holding onto this life by a thread, and her voice would the only thing he wanted. Needed.

Geralt broke out into a sprint, hand drawing out his sword as he feared what creature could have her so subdued by fear.

He came to a stumbled halt as he took the scene in ahead of his, hand tightening around his sword as a threatening sneer painted itself across his face.

There she stood with her back to him, she was dressed in leathers. They looked clean, neat. Next to her foot laid a single dagger, the hand that seemingly held it before had blood flowing from it, ruby pearls cascading down her fingers to seep into the damp soil.

The sight reminded him of the night with the ghouls, of how he had bled similarly before running to find her, only to miss her by a hair's breadth.

He had found her now.

But she was not safe.

Her back was to him, but he could see how her figure trembled in fear, a calloused hand twisted itself into the careless waves her hair had been flowing down her back in, a knife held to her throat as a man threatened her with a painful death, and forsaken torture.

It didn't take long for the pair to realise someone had joined them, and as the assailant took in Geralt's presence he twisted the girl harshly so her back was against his chest, the hand in her hair tugging her head back so he could press the knife harshly into her skin.

"Geralt."

Andromeda's eyes were wide, pupils blown by fear and mouth parted in surprise.

She looked... good.

She looked healthy, and had it not been for this moment he had stumbled upon, Geralt was sure she had been safe too. The hollows of her face had filled slightly over the months she had been gone. Her eyes no longer held an ache and were not weighed down by pain and longing. As though she had been eating properly, and was able to sleep through the night despite her fear of the dark.

"Rory..."

Her face shuttered at his whisper, drawing in a sharp breath as she ignored the threat of the man behind her and focused on taking in the man who stood in front of her.

Despite all his betrayals, all the hurt he had inflicted upon her, despite his harsh words and unprovoked actions, she found a weight lifting from her shoulders at the sight of him.

He looked ragged, as though he was worn down and tired. And some part of Andromeda was selfish enough to hope she was the cause of it.

A wince escaped her as the man pressed the knife harder against her throat, feeling a warm trickle down her throat, pooling at the hollow at the base of her nack.

A growl ripped from Geralt's throat, "let her go and I'll give you a quick death."

The man scoffed, "an' why should I do that? She's mine, I found 'er first. Get lost Witcher, we don' want y'r lot 'round here."

Geralt huffed in amusement, taking a step foward as he raised his sword higher in a show of promise, "what do you want? If not a quick death."

The man's eyes narrowed, his dark, bushy brows drawing into a frown and peeking past the strands of ebony hair that fell over his face in rivulets. His face had paled when he caught sight of the Witcher, but now it began to redden at the reminder of the cause of his indignation, "this bitch stole me silver. I need repayment, so 'm here t' get it. Been huntin' her down for weeks now, quick little brat, this one. Think I deserve a reward."

A leering smile stretched across the face of the gaunt man, the hand in her hair leaving to wrap around her waist as he pulled her further into him, pressing and feeling.

Andromeda screwed her eyes shut as nausea threatened to overwhelm her senses.

Geralt twisted his head, his heart roaring at the scent of fear that rolled off her in crashing waves, at her quiet whimpers and horrified glances.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a hefty bag he had been rewarded for a recent job he had been successful in. He threw it at the man's feet, wary to give into violence so soon, afraid his need for vengeance would only cause Andromeda more hurt.

No, first she had to be safe. Then he would do what his mind was screaming for him to when he first came upon the scene.

The man looked towards the bag in amusement, eyes dragging their way back to Geralt - "no amount of silvers goin' t' gimme what I need."

"And what do you need?"

"Her. Or her bits at least."

Geralt's heart thudded at his lecherous smile and travelling hands, face grim as he tried to think of a way to help without risking Andromeda getting hurt.

Andromeda spoke then, "then you'll let me go?"

Her voice was quiet, tainted with despair and dread. Geralt screwed his face up in anger and cut off the man with conviction before he spoke, "you won't touch her."

The man laughed unashamedly, head thrown back in glee, "already am Witcher, see."

His hands roved over her, dragging harshly from her waist to her stomach, spanning up to the valley of her breasts and tracing her throat before winding itself in her hair once more. All the while, Andromeda screwed her eyes shut, her stomach roiling in protest at the feel of his touch.

"It's okay, Geralt," there was a whisper of defeat as she looked at him, her eyes glittered as they pooled with expectant tears. The situation was too precarious, too unpredictable. She knew Geralt couldn't help her without risking her life, and a part of her felt envious when she thought of how he had succeeded in helping those who had been in much more vile situations than her own. A traiterous voice told her that if Yennefer had been in her place, he would have fought endlessly for her safety without hesitation.

But Andromeda was not Yennefer, and she didn't hold the same place in Geralt's heart that Yennefer did.

"It's okay," she repeated, her voice stronger despite the fact she felt herself breaking as the seconds passed. She would accept the fate ahead of her. She would pray for her survival and beg the Fates to allow her the strength to move past it and be better.

But if she were to succumb to death, she would walk into its welcoming arms with a relieved smile, "it's okay, Geralt," tears flowed down her face freely now, shoulders lowering as she forced her body to relax, "you'll be free." To love Yennefer, to be with her without guilt.

She had expected to find silent relief in his eyes or a sigh of understanding to escape past his lips. Instead, her words seemed to anger him. Her acceptance of her fate, her willingness to give her body and free will away simply because she thought he would be happy, ignited a blazing fire within him.

Geralt would fight endlessly for Yennefer. But he would wage wars for Andromeda. He would level cities and burn worlds in her name.

It was Andromeda who he pined for all these years, Andromeda whom he wished to pick but felt undeserving of, Andromeda who he was tied to so intricately that he revered the bonds which attached them with unadulterated adoration.

It was Andromeda. It has always been Andromeda.

Geralt nodded, his face expressionless as he lowered the arm holding his sword. The assailant fould himself straightening in surprise, baffled at how the Witcher had given up so easily.

Andromeda's face crumpled in a mixture of understanding and disbelief. It was what she had expected. She wasn't Yennefer.

Geralt lowered himself to the ground, bending at the knees as he placatingly spoke, "I'm going to put the sword down, then I will leave."

The man didn't understand why Geralt would discard his sword before leaving. If Geralt accepted the assailant's terms, then he could leave freely with his weapon if he so wished.

He opened his mouth to speak as such, but a vicious roar escaped Geralt, one filled with grief and guilt and anger as his left hand was thrown forward from behind his back and a knife lodged into the dark-haired man's kneecap.

The assailant let out a wail of agony, falling to the ground harshly. He hadn't expected the pain, hadn't expected Geralt's harsh attack, so the knife fell freely from his hands without causing Andromeda much hurt.

She fell to the floor with the injured man, but before he could reach for her once more she leapt away from him, eyes wide in fear as she saw how he frothed at the mouth and spewed off slurs at both herself and Geralt.

Geralt didn't wait a moment longer, leaving his sword behind he lauched himself at the man. Geralt burned with rage, every scent and every sound a reminder of how close he was to losing Andromeda all over again.

He continued wailing on the man, every hit harder than the last, and his anger did not wane until the man took a rattled last breath. It was then he looked up to find Andromeda staring at him in stunned silence.

Andromeda should have been wary and fearful of Geralt. Her heart should have trembled as he stood to step over the crumpled corpse to stalk his way to her. She should have trembled and cried at the sight of him inhaling deeply, refamiliarising himself with her scent and the overwhelming bounds of emotions that spurted from her uncontrollably.

But as she reached towards his hand that was stretched towards her, palm up - staring at his raw and bleeding knuckles, at the spurts of blood which speckled across his face and the greasy strands of hair that fell across his face - she found herself bubbling in desire.

He had done this for her. To protect her.

She glanced towards the motionless body behind Geralt, hand finally enclosed in his own as he tugged her up to stand - he had killed for her.

He had killed for her.

Andromeda didn't have a chance to look into his eyes, to see the passion and fear and love that drowned his amber eyes. Instead, Geralt drew her into a shaky embrace, as though he couldn't believe she was standing in front of him, as though he couldn't believe he had found her.

When Andromeda didn't rear back from his gentle touches, he tightened his arms around her as a shuddered breath escaped him. He buried his head in the tresses of her hair, finding solace in the familiar scent of orange blossoms and jasmine as he i haled deeply. He tried commiting her form to memory, tried to memorise how her body melded into his own, how it fit against him.

But Geralt could spend an eternity with her in his embrace, and he would still yearn to hold her for longer.

Geralt stiffened at the feeling of a light caress against his back, it was a hesitant touch he soon recognised as Andromeda returning his embrace.

He could no longer help it.

Geralt of Rivia. Butcher of Blaviken. The White Wolf. The Witcher.

All of these twisted parts of his were warriors, stripped of emotions and imbued with skills and tactics.

Yet, in her warm embrace, his eyes began to burn as traiterous tears escaped.

Andromeda closed her eyes in quiet relief at the feeling of his tears against her head, hoping to cherish the moment before Geralt of Rivia replaced her Geralt.

Before Yennefer's Geralt took the place of her own.

"Come back."

Yennefer's Geralt never did come back, and Andromeda found herself wondering if he had even existed in the first play or if he had simply been a mask to hide Geralt's deeper feelings.

His voice was raw, it was quiet. Almost child-like, tinged with desperation as he held onto her tighter, fearful she would slip between his fingers once more.

"Come back, Rory," he pleaded, "come back to me. Come back with me."

She shut her eyes in agony, knowing every inch of her being begged her to say yes. But she knew better, after all this time, she knew better than to blindly say yes.

The truth was, over the last few months that she had been gone, there were no burning sensations that plagued her. There was no sign through her bond to Geralt displaying that he was laying with another.

Not even a burn of the lips like the one she had felt so many moons ago.

But she knew better.

"Do you love her?"

She had to know. She couldn't leave him without knowing, and she couldn't stay when she thought he did.

Geralt pulled back, hands reaching to cup her face as he pulled her face up to look at him, his eyes earnest as he spoke, "I did. Perhaps a part of me still does."

He saw the way her face crumpled at that, but he forced himself to continue, "but it's a thing of the past. I picked you. I pick you. I have every day since that night by the fire"

A harsh laugh escaped her as she tried to pull away unsuccessfully, "then why did you kiss her that night?"

He closed his eyes as he was overcome with guilt, "I didn't do it because I love her. I told her I wanted you, I needed you. She wanted to say goodbye. And it was wrong of me, I know, and I am so sorry, little one. But it is over, never to happen again."

"How can I believe you? You lied to me once already."

Her words were spoken defeatedly, but it caused determination to rise in Geralt. He brought a hand to reach for her own, placing her palm against his chest, against his heart - "ask me."

She looked at him in confusion, a small frown tugging at her lips, "what?"

"Ask me."

She knew what he meant, of course she did and she found herself breaking into a sweat as she tried to string her words together.

"Do- do you love me, Geralt?"

"Only you, only ever you." Andromeda could feel his thudding heart, the way it beat against its cage as he confessed the truth after so long, begging to bare himself to the girl. To show all his scars and faults, and plead with her to accept him and love him as he is.

She found her own heart began to beat in sync.

"It's only ever been you, Rory. You're all I ever want," he leaned closer to her, nose brushing against her own as his breath fanned over her mouth, the sensation causing blood to rush and tint her face a darkened pink. "I love you," the whispered confession came out at a rushing pace. He began echoing his words as he teetered between kissing her or letting her go.

Thankfully, heart satiated by the confession, spirits reignited, and doubts diminished, she looked at Geralt with eyes full of adoration. Her hands skimmed up the leathers of his arm, carressing over his broad shoulders before tickling up his neck as they took their place at the edge of his jaw, close enough to tug a few strands of hair as she dragged him closer.

Her tongue flicked out her mouth, lightly tracing the shape of his lips only a breath away, every accidental brush against his lips caused Geralt to flush red until his impatience got the better of him, "kiss me."

The demand was fulfilled with vigour as Andromeda soared up on her toes as Geralt leaned down. They met with a soft kiss, their lips gliding against each other as hesitance melted into passion, and they began to pour eons' worth of unreminisced desires into a single kiss.

The kiss caused their souls to brighten, a pleasurable burn racing through their body as the claim Geralt had made all those years ago sang harmoniously at their union.

Andromeda wasn't sure how long they had been kissing, but when she pulled back to gasp for air she found herself tucking back some loose strands of hair behind his ear, a shy smile bracing her face as she confessed, "I love you too."

"Come home, little love."

Home was where her heart lived, with her family. With a grumpy Witcher, a runaway princess, and a boisterous bard.

"Take me home, Geralt. Take me whever you go."

They stood there for some time, their heads leaning against one another, eyes closed as they basked in each other's presence.

Andromeda's hand found its way back to Geralt's chest, finding solace in the racing beats of his heart.

Geralt's hands had never left Andromeda's face, absentmindedly tracing the contours of her face, following every blemish and scar that graced her skin.

Soon night turned into dawn, and they looked at each other with renewed vigour in the golden light, drinking in the site of each other hungrily.

Geralt had found Andromeda.

Andromeda had found Geralt.

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anxious-lee-ler · 5 months

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Slay the Dragon!

Solar, Lunar, and Earth get to act out a play for Ruin! Things get silly~!

Suon = Ruin (he's not under the virus' influence here)

No trigger warnings! Just fluffy family tickles ((unless you don't enjoy that, of course))

Solar was bored to say the very least. He didn't exactly want to be here, but Suon dragged him here just to be his performance buddy. So here he was… dressed as a dragon with cardboard wings, horns, and a tail. He had a shift soon, but Suon practically brought out the puppy eyes.

“Alright!” Suon clapped his hands together with glee. “Earth, our beautiful princess, is stuck in the tower!”

Earth giggled, feeling pretty in her dress.

“This tower is guarded by an eeeevil dragon~” Suon wiggled his fingers to add effect.

Solar rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile. Earth and Lunar seemed to be stoked to be here.

“And finally! Our daring knight in shining armor is here to save the day!” Suon continued, playing as the crowd as he cheered.

“I’ll show you, evil dragon!!” Lunar cried out confidently.

“And why should I be scared of a tiny human like you?” Solar tried to act the best he could, but he came off as more tired than anything.

“No, no! More energy!” Suon called.

Solar mumbled to himself and did the line again. Suon still didn't seem convinced.

“More! Energy! Let me hear it!” Suon rapidly squeezed Solar's upper casing.

“ACK?! GYAHAHA-! Ohohokay! Ohohohokay!!” Solar squealed and squirmed. He could hear Earth and Lunar giggling to each other.

“Perfect!” Suon walked back to his seat.

Solar did his line again, and this was more satisfying it seemed as the scenes continued.

Lunar scoffed “I’ll have you know, big ol dragon, that I am in fact fun sized! And with lots of knowledge of dragons weaknesses~!”

Solar was confused. That wasn't part of the script. But he persisted, now improvising. “Foolish mortal! Dragons have no weaknesses!”

“That's what you think!!” Lunar laughed, and discarded the cardboard sword and shield as he charged towards Solar.

Solar got tackled, letting Lunar jump him. He wasn't expecting- “Wh- wahahait LuhuhuhunaHAHA-!”

“This dragon is so giggly! I wonder if it likes tummy scritches?”

“Luhuhuhunar NAHA- EEEhehehe-!” Solar squealed out as Lunar scratched at Solar's stomach light enough to not harm him. He started kicking his legs out of instinct to get away.

“Look at that! The dragon does enjoy it! He's kicking his legs too!” Lunar was teasing, laughing like a little shit alongside Solar's squeaks.

Earth laughed at the two, happy to see them get along. She gasped in almost full surprise as Lunar let out a shrill squeal of his own.

“AAA- Solar- Solar whehehe can tahahahalk about thiiiiiis- AHEHEHEEEE” Lunar laughed as Solar giggly tickled under the smaller one's arms, picking him up.

“Hohohow do youhuhu like it, huh??”

“IHEHEHE GIHIHIHIVE!”

Solar chuckled and put Lunar down, stopping the tickling. Lunar dramatically lied down on the ground, letting out small giggles and huffs, even if he didn't need air.

“Have fun with your tickle fight, boys?” Earth chuckled as she walked over.

“Heh- I suppose-” Solar whispered-

“YOU'RE NEXT!!” Lunar pointed at Earth.

“Oh my! Whatever shall I do?” Earth smiled.

“Hm… Screw it, I'll join.” Solar smirked, turning to Earth.

She grew nervous at the looks in the twos' eyes. “Eheheh…? What's with those looks?”

“Run~” teased both Solar and Lunar.

Suon watched as the three ran and laughed away. He couldn't help but pout that his performance went differently, but he wasn't complaining.

#fnaf tickles #tickle fic #sun and moon show tickles #lee!solar #lee!lunar #lee!earth #ler!solar #ler!lunar #ler!ruin #family tickles #tooth rotting fluff #my writing

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strangeracrossthestreet · 8 months

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There's something that tickles me funny every time I hear it, and that's:

If the Princess lived here, slaying her is probably doing her a favor

He says it every single time, in the EXACT same tone of voice no matter how he had sounded previously and it's so arthur fist

Tell me your secrets Narrator man. Are you ALSO trapped?

#slay the princess

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asafeplaceforus112 · 7 months

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I cannot draw men I'll be honest, I have little been the little femme drawing princesses in pretty dresses since I was like born

and then like

animals! which occasioanlly come out alright so like uggghhh I'm gonna be drawing the protag and the voices as different birds and also because I LOVE those bird assignments to the voices DEARLY

I still don't know how to use Tumblr properly but like check out the reblogs under for different birds, coz I've done two and like now I have to finish them all you know

(I also haven't TECHNICALLY played slay the princess yet, and i really really want to wait to play some before actually looking, Like the ones I missed were the contrarian and like the nightmare and the thorn and the stranger endings (God the stranger looks just.... yes <3), and like I really wanna experience those ones myself! But I'm also doing an intensive course so don't have the time to go and get all 97 achievements like I want and OH DO I WANT TO)

SO like this gone be a project, some of these are based on gut feelings, silliness all that vibe ANYWAYS

My bird assignments:

The cold -> penguin (he he he get it!) or vultue ( you get it!)

The hunted -> wren bird

I just imagine those little birds you find in shopping centres

The paranoid -> turkey

I don't know it just tickles my brain

The flinching -> robin, quail

( I'll be honest, I don't know if flinching even exists coz I remember seeing him from a post but like its not in the wiki but also you know! Anyways!!!)

The broken -> parakee or canary

(So perfect! I love these very much <3 personally I'm doing parakeet because its like the bird that alot of aussie kids get)

The opportunist -> cuckoo or eygptian plover

( cuckoo coz obvious, and egyptian plover coz its those little birds that sit on croccodiles!)

The contrarian -> goose or puffin or kookaburra

(coz goose, puffins are called clowns and and kookaburras laugh but like also they are petty AF I promise you that)

The skeptic -> owl or little pied cormorant

(Owl coz "who?" and tilt head gives me that thought, and a friend told me of little pied cormorant and like now I'm attached man

The smitten -> flamingo or love bird

(love bird is obvi, the flamingo is because I think of that flamingo from gnomeo and juilet)

The stubborn -> emu or cassowary

(We lost a war to emus... so you know! and the cassowary coz those things are known for killing things)

The knight -> eagle or Black swan

(eagles are associated with honour and black swan is like related to knights in my head Idky)

The cheated -> dove

(I'm like 75% sure that the cheated and the flinching are the same voice but I just haven't played the game so have gotten confused, HOWEVER, cheated is with the "perfect woman" route to my knowledge and my brain associates doves with getting their legs all cut up and me and my nan looking after them so I associate it and like its perfect to my knowledge)

The protag -> crow

( in my brain, first of all because of the bird stuff and the feathers being black, but also because its equal is the shifting mound, which is considered to be death itself, so like the protag being a crow seems perfect because like crows are associated with death)

That technically makes things hard for the narrator then coz like he's obvi a corvid anyways,

narrator -> raven

(I put him as raven, because like thats how he looks and also coz he gives edgar allen poe vibes / derog)

The shifting mound -> peacock

(Its just perfect how can not????)

I don't think of the princess versions as like birds, but I also saw someone saying the shifting mound as a peacock, and like yeah male peacocks are the pretty ones, but like first of all, fuck that and second of all that just means we can go for trans femme shifting mounds, and my brain likes the idea of that idSk it tickles my brain good.

ANYYWAS

check out the reblogs I do idk, I'm enjoying doing my little bird photos

#slay the princess #birds #the voices #spoilers #slay the princess spoilers #stp #stp spoilers #SO MANY birds #vent energy #info dump #goddamn this media has a chockhold on me #lemme get through this trimester man

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trrickytickle · 1 year

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⭐Super Mario Bros. Movie- Tickle Headcanons 🍄

I loved the Mario movie- so many easter eggs, people SLAYED their roles, especially Jack Black. But you wanna know who I also love? @fluffy-lovely-clouds! And they requested these! So yeah! ENJOOOOYY!!! yeah wait before you read have some power-ups as a gift 🍄🌷🪶🦝

Mario

Mario is such a ler. He is optimistic, caring and physically affectionate- but he's actually kind of more of a switch. Tends to tease- things like "I'm gonna get you!" Usually with his dorky commercial Italian accent. He can't take what he dishes out- usually on his brother Luigi, and eventually, Princess Peach and occasionally Toad. He always comes out on top in tickle fights and employs every trick in the book. Speaking of Luigi, he uses his stature to his advantage when However, he can not take what he dishes out at all. Hearty, bellowing laughter. Power-ups can help him become ...more ler? Tickling gets more cat-like when he gets the cat suit, can use the Cape Feather for obvious reasons, And in the post-credits scene, Yoshi is revealed so I feel like he could get Yoshi to help him gang up on a lee >:D The Ice Flower could freeze a lee in place.. I could go on and on and ON, because I literally love it when lers use newly-gained abilities/superpowers/can transform and use it to advantage of tickling hshshsh But I doubt he needs this. After all, he is an elder sibling. As a lee, he is often on the unwilling end of a funny situation in the Mushroom Kingdom. He doesn't hate being tickled but he keeps getting into funny and awkward positions, such as getting ganged up on by the Toads as Peach looks on in awe, being tickled by a mischievous Piranha Plant's tongue an more. However in Brooklyn, tickling was much more .. normal. Less crazytown. He and Luigi tickle each other casually as a means of playing pranks on each other. Worst spot is his stomach and sides- which aforementioned green brother likes to prod at to tease him. Luigi

-My friend who used to be in my old drama class carried a Luigi plush with him so much and it got decapitated just funny and random SORRY ANYWAY ONTO HCS The more cowardice and younger sibling, he always ends up as the 'lee more often than not. However he isn't shy to tickle Mario a little (..it's a lot) for fun. Blurts out "nononononoNO!!" when being tickled- out of habit. Genuinely a willing lee, just.. Very Luigi. Elaborating on his ler side, Luigi learns from the best. He shares the same technique of teasing and egging-on with the Italian accent, as well as uses his dextrous plumbing fingers to his own wiles. -His most ticklish spots are his knees, neck, armpits, ribs and stomach. This is a laundry list which Mario had memorized. -His own time in the Darklands wasn't really spent being tickled- THAT WAS LITERALLY HELL MY BROTHA. However he did spend it thinking of the playful tickles with Mario to distract him from the noise of his looming cage rattling above lava. However when he gets back to the Mushroom Kingdom.. the denizens are thrilled to see another human- and albeit one just as ticklish as Mario!! Luigi also meets Princess Daisy upon that time- and she's such a ler towards him it's unbelievable. -Also when he meets Polterpup upon fixin' up an old familiar spooky mansion, dog-kisses ensued. Love Polterpup so much man. (Small switch Mario+Luigi section)

Mario and Luigi are best buds, spaghetti and meatballs, cheese and tomato sauce. But they are extremely prone to some playful grilling. They both put their all into tickle fights, and there is no clear winner- it's just an all-round tussle- whoever starts it probably won't end it. Because of this, they are also amazing tag-team lers- and are incredible at tickling others. They know each other's tickle spots like a plumbing manual, and often employ the tactic of "Not touching you!" as well as the forbidden leg kicks. Just. Familial tickles man. Toad

-Toad is a chatterbox. A loudmouth. This should be fact and not tickle fiction, but speaking of tickles, the other Toads who once thought of him as eccentric are now tight with him, Mario, Luigi, DK, Peach and the like. Doesn't instigate much, but Mario and Luigi gang up on the little guy like a brother, and Peach gives him some pokes to keep him in line. As a lee, he's jumpy and flails around, laughing out pleas like "I'm gonna die!". He ends up in ticklish situations a lot with the wacky creatures- and eventually wacky humans- of the Mushroom Kingdom. -Donkey Kong once picked him up and played around with him like a stress-toy, tickling him in the process. This just sounds really funny. I like it. Toad's most ticklish spots are his stomach and little feets. -Toad as a ler is incredibly nimble- and of course, talks his lee's ears off. He climbs on top of bigger lers and his hands fly from spot to spot. Tickling Toad may be hilarious but his revenge will be unbearable. Peach

Though the other Peaches read more lee-leaning to me, I feel like this Peach is a total ler-leaning switch. Being raised by the Toads who were very friendly with her, she got tickled a lot. She also tickled them, let's not lie. Despite being a bad-ass, she is genuinely a really caring ler- unless you REALLY bugged her, then she goes all-out with those fast, full-coverage skitters. She is an incredibly vigilant lee and attempts to avoid the ler's attacks from all directions. Mario learned this by losing a tickle fight with her. She usually has to be held down to get those melodious giggles out of her- and when she is fully vulnerable to the tickling- she does a lot of her classic "damsel-in-distress" crying out. Just picture this. "Mario, help!!" through laughter. Boom. Yeah, that's how she is. Of course, of course, of course she is a kicker. How predictable art thou. DK

Donkey Kong plays himself up all the time- with all the showboating and flexing, he doesn't want anybody to know he's the least bit ticklish! However, he is indubitably so- and leave it to Mario to expose this to his longtime fans on complete accident. Fortunately they didn't like him any less- particularly that little Diddy Kong- and unfortunately for Mario, revenge was served. Makes chaotic, garbled monkey noises when he laughs. Imagine a gorilla just. Cursing. Very evasive of tickling, but to no avail. Most ticklish on his torso, and incredibly vulnerable to rougher tickles- he's not easy to break! Mario takes advantage of this the most, given their rivalry. Uses his size and fluffy fur to his advantage- picks up smaller lees and mercilessly tickles them. Well, not completely merciless. He's a Kong with a heart, you know. However this can come to a disadvantage when he is brought down to the floor by even the smallest fingers. Bowser

Bowser is an INCREDIBLE ler, no understatement. He employs tickle interrogation on multiple occasions and delights in the laughter of his victims, laughing loudly and evily along with them and asking them questions through it. He gloats, taunts, and uses his tail and claws to make tickling all the more methodical. With his piano-playing prowess, he enjoys skittering his claws across the lee he has in his draconic clutches. Also he's voiced by Jack Black. As a lee- it's hard to get him as he's HUGE- and can hide oin his shell at any time. The only person who's successfully done so is Kamek, and even so he doesn't dare to. BACK TO LER BOWSER!! Really teasy, will ask the lee stupid questions while tickling them.

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ticklish-daydreams · 2 months

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☆ // REMADE INTRODUCTION POST >>

hellooo !! i’m gonna try to keep this short, as all of my other introduction posts have been ridiculously long DECHFHFAF

my name is aenz, and this is a SFW tickle blog, mainly focused on my & others writing, but i do reblog a lot of tickle art also <3 as stated in my bio, i go by he/him pronouns, my fanfic requests are open, i am a MINOR, however, NSFW accounts can interact by liking (because when you like something, you don’t usually immediately check that person’s profile LMAO), just please do not follow or reblog any of my posts !!

that’s basically all there is to say about me, just don’t be weird abt my content, and don’t be an asshole, then we should be fine ;; fandom list below! masterpost to be added <3

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I totally understand if this is beyond your purview, but I have a request for a farmer married to Shane, with Shane seeing how well Jas and farmer get along and bringing up if they would want to adopt her? Lots of fuzzy feelings and talk about how far Shane has come, and dealing with his self doubt as a father figure. Thank you whether you’re up for the request or not! <3

You all are making me realize all of the crazy shit I want to write lmao. Of course I'll write this! and probably whatever else y'all ask

I love it a lot actually and I ALMOST made her pregnant too for the drama lmao

Shane sat on the porch watching Amelia and Jas play in the small yard area by the house. Jas was a princess (who also was a knight) and Amelia was some sort of fearsome dragon. He smiled to himself as Amelia dramatically collapsed in her unfortunate death. Jas' giggle echoed through the farm as Amelia pulled the girl down and attacked her with tickles.

The sound of Jas' laugh filled him with pride as he took a small drink of his sparkling water.

"Uncle Shane!" Jas ran up, still giggling, "I slayed the mightiest dragon in the land and your kingdom is safe!" He glanced over at Amelia, who gave her best 'dead' face.

"Why, thank you, my fearless princess," he stood, picking her up and hugging her to him, "how can I ever repay you for saving me?"

She pretended to think, her mischievous smile not well hidden at all, "I will accept your thanks in the form of ice cream."

Shane laughed, kissing the girl's temple before setting her back down. He gave a small wave to Marnie who was heading up the southern path, "I think I can manage that. But when you don't have to go get ready for bed."

She pouted, pushing her lower lip out in protest, "can't I just stay here tonight?"

"Not on a school night, kiddo," he ruffled her hair as Marnie and Amelia approached the porch. Shane crouched and she threw her arms around him in the biggest hug her small frame could muster. With one last kiss to the top of her head, he smiled down at her, "farmer Amelia and I will take you for ice cream on Saturday morning. How does that sound?"

The pout turned into a massive grin as she gave him one more quick hug goodbye before running to hug Amelia, who gave a small bow, "Goodnight, princess."

Once everyone was settled and Marnie and Jas had made their way south, Amelia dusted herself off before inviting herself to sit on her husband's lap, peppering his face with small kisses. She often did this if she saw that he was thinking way too hard about something.

He chuckled and scrunched his nose up before halting her with a crooked kiss to her lips, her smile never faltering.

"She had a lot of fun today," Amelia smiled, absently toying with the hair on the back of his neck, "I mean hell, I think being a dragon might be my new favorite hobby."

Shane laughed, nipping along her jawline playfully, "well fine, I'll have to be a dragon too, or else this gets weird fast," he pulled back to look over her face for a long moment, "she loves you a lot, you know. She hasn't taken quite so well to anyone other than me and Marnie since… well, you know."

Amelia smiled and rested her forehead against his, her voice soft, "I love her, Shane. She's a great, brilliant kid. You're her hero though."

Shane laughed, the sound not quite humorous, "after all that shit I put her and Marnie through? I doubt I'm her hero."

She pursed her lips and pulled back to look at him with a stern look, "first of all, dear husband, she told me so," she punctuated the thought with a chaste kiss, "and second, you have gotten so much better and we both know it. You were never even bad, to begin with. You needed a knight- er, dragon," he laughed, bringing her smile back, "to save you. You haven't slipped up at all since you quit, you're seeking the help you need," she playfully flipped her hair, "you married me, and you help run a whole damn farm where we make good money. You are more than worth calling a hero."

He just smiled and pressed his lips to hers once more, groaning in protest as she pulled away and stood, that devilish teasing smirk playing at her lips.

"I'm going to make us a pizza. Relax for a bit and I'll be out with some snacks."

He shook his head and laughed, leaning his head back when she went inside.

He'd always had self-doubt issues, and that wouldn't change for a long time and he'd accepted that much. But lately, a thought kept creeping into his head after moments like before.

He wanted to adopt Jas officially.

He wanted to be her dad, but that was just it: he had no idea if he would be even remotely good enough as a father. The entire thought process sent him into a spiral of being a bad father and trying to find if Amelia ever got pregnant, would she want that with him?

He started to consider whether he'd be an okay dad more and more recently since Jas had been coming over to hang out and play. She looked up to Amelia for sure and loved her to pieces. If what Amelia said was true, and she thought of him as her hero, it would only solidify that decision. He had no doubt in his mind that Amelia would make an incredible mother, that spark of playfulness she'd always possessed definitely making her good with the kids in town. He spent a decent amount of time imagining his overworked wife very pregnant.

After a long moment, he stood, tossing his empty seltzer can into the recycling bin. He opened the door and watched for a moment as Amelia was spreading the toppings over the pizza. It was a long moment before she saw him, her face lighting up immediately.

"Well hey, hot stuff," she teased, steadying the pan on a sheet to put in the oven, leaning on the counter on her elbows as she smiled his way.

"Talking to yourself again, I see," he chuckled, walking to the opposite side of the counter, taking a breath, "can we talk about something?"

"Uh oh, did I do something wrong?" She searched his face, her frown more of a pout.

Yoba, she was adorable.

He shook his head, brows knit together as he tried to find the courage to continue. It was easily found as she leaned forward and took his hands in hers.

"I've been thinking recently…" he took a breath, looking at their hands, "about you and me officially adopting Jas."

Amelia gasped, her grin finding its place again over her features as she squeezed his hands, "Shane, that's a great idea. I have no doubt it'd mean the world to her."

A weight seemed to lift off of his shoulders at her approval, though he still frowned as she walked around the counter to wrap her arms around his neck. She scanned his face before giving his hair a little tug from the back of his head.

"Ow! A, what the f-"

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Stop talking yourself out of it," she moved so her hands held his face, keeping his vision trained on her, "I say this with absolute certainty: you will make a spectacular father. You already do so well with Jas and she'd be thrilled to move in with us and be able to call you her dad."

Shane's features softened as he broke free, turning to press a kiss to her palm.

"You'd be her adoptive mom too, you know. You are my wife."

Amelia laughed, moving her hands down his neck and over his chest before she fell into a long pause, "we've never talked about if we want kids someday."

Shane frowned, scanning over her face, "for as long as I can remember, I've only ever thought of myself as a failure and a drunk," he rested his head against hers to focus her attention, "but I'm not a drunk anymore. And if I am a failure, I'm just working to do better. Maybe I won't be world's best dad, but I think I'll be proud of our kid every second for simply living their lives," he planted a soft kiss to her lips, pulling back to say, "I'd like to adopt Jas as soon as possible and then we can start the first phase of making our own."

She laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows, nodding slowly, "that's a perfect way to look at it, Shane," she started, brushing her lips over his own, "I like this new, optimistic Shane," she pressed her lips to his once more, the shock and excitement of being parents taking over. She melted into his kiss, his hands finding their way to her waist. His hands were warmer than usual through her shirt. After a moment he pulled her closer against him, his hand moving to the small of her back as he hummed, deepening the kiss. After a long moment, she pulled back, pulling his lower lip with her between her teeth as she did so. A groan of protest escaped his lips as he met her eyes with a pout.

With a small smile and brush of her nose against his, she teased, "I thought you said after we adopt Jas."

He laughed and slid his hand down to give her ass a playful squeeze, "doesn't mean we can't practice."

#shane stardew valley #stardew valley shane #sdv shane #stardew shane #shane sdv #sdv #stardew #stardew valley fanfic #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

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cjoatprehn · 1 month

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Alrighty!! I got caught up formatting a little easter egg answer version of this poem for those who are aware of my systemhood. I’m certain not many will click, because I don’t think I told folks in plural aside from my bio.

But! Back at it again with @skylerwitherspoon n’s prompts! Tonight I’ve written a longer one for Prompts 20.

Enjoy! Alt text goes over Discord’s character limit, so let’s see how Tumblr alt text handles it-!

Oohhhhkay…so not even Tumblr alt text can handle this poem. So I’ll drop the alt text below.

FluxCore

[20. Write a poem about your gender.]

I, Mx. Whisper, have many genders. /

As the idea of it all is a construct of a lack of fluidity. /

I’m the flow the oceans waves. /

The cascading of the waterfalls /

soaking boat riders in a blissful wash. /

I’m the apparition of the Void, /

that’s just a little guy. /

A fuzzy little cat of the darkness. /

I’m the moon and the stars /

that you shoot meteors across. /

I’m the hobbit underneath the grass mounds, /

Gazing up at passerby through a mosaic window on the ceiling. /

I’m the creature living in the closet, /

Scarred and horrifying /

But is quite wholesome that comforts you on scary nights. /

I’m the stink stink just doing their thing in that there corner. /

I’m the cyborg who’s got his eye out for men; /

Feasting on popcorn as tea spills. /

Mischievously pranking children as a fitted sheet monster; /

Only seeking cuddles and tickle matches in dominance. /

I’m the big brother ready to swing and box. /

I’m the stripper bratty to the lot. /

I’m the drag queen that dresses in hot pink hoochie shorts; /

To the funky Mettaton EX theme. /

I’m the man giving a Megan Thee Stallion-worthy booty performance. /

I’m the recluse in the woods. /

Deep in a book, written in Braille. /

I’m the linguist who fascinates herself in the many calligraphic forms. /

I’m the nameless princess who grew to Duchess. /

I’m the mother of your children. /

I’m the warrior leading armies in the night; /

By the glow of my bioluminescent wings en mass. /

Close your eyes and trust in pixie dust. /

Diplomacy is key. /

I’m the erosion manipulated by your corruption. /

I’m the sky clouded over and misty. /

I’m the tears you shed in gold sunlight. /

How soft a pillow, am I, Mama? /

I’m the geeky gadgets of your endeavors. /

I’m the large platforms you wear on your soles. /

I’m the collar adorning your neck. /

I’m the goggles that snap pictures of your fire poses. /

Slaying your competition in your worth, Your Grace! /

I’m the clicking of your mouse. /

I’m the tapping of your keyboard. /

I’m the manager of your chaos, /

Wearing bunny suits and buck teeth. /

I’m the children of the playground. /

I’m the singing of the birds. /

I’m the climbing up trees to read a book about peace. /

Hey look! A sunset! /

The others going home. /

This is our space. /

The children outcasted from the village. /

I’m the reading in your ears. /

I’m the booping of noses. /

I’m the squishing of slime and swishing of tentacles in the ocean. /

I’m the big hoodie that covers your hands; /

Obviously too big but that’s the point. /

I’m the Death that draws near. /

Not literally but ego-wise. /

I’m the owl that escapes your trap. /

I’m the wings beating in the air. /

I’m the heartbeat within your eggs. /

I’m the goth besties with emo girls. /

Alternative is fun, even with the skulls. /

What? They’re great for mixing in. /

I’m the tinking of glasses. /

I’m the foam from your beers. /

I’m the ice in the shaker, /

with your drink being chilled. /

I’m the warmth of the hearth. /

The softness of clouds. /

The sleek of the silk. /

The Jester in your eyes. /

The screams in your mind. /

The turmoil in one party. /

I’m the boy that starts the fight; /

and the girl that finishes it. /

Settle down or take it outside! /

Staying sharp these days, hmm?

I’m the sizzle of hot in cold. /

The chinking of metal. /

The sigh from your chest. /

The sweat dropping from your brow. /

The sailor-born swear of frustration. /

I’m the coin tossed to your butcher. /

I’m the blade holding your fate. /

I’m the hammer that broke the anvil. /

I’m the one who snores deep and loud. /

A hard day at the forge earns you great sleep. /

Even if you’re napping on a customized warhammer. /

It’s comfortable. /

I’m the brood that has seen Death itself. /

I’m the medium who heard all. /

I’m the mirror you dance in. /

You’re doing great with your recitals and practice. /

I’m the dragon breathing fire. /

I’m the prism that facets color. /

I’m your hoard of cherished goods. /

I’m the pen in your hand. /

I’m the hands on your phone. /

I’m the window to the world. /

The bridge between cups. /

I could go on. /

I am no gender. /

I am a system. /

Of flux.

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I’ll probably post a spoken poetry video for this post…but I’m not pressed about it. I’m going to take my ass to bed. ^^

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caitylove · 3 months

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Okay, now that a few days have past and I've had time to emotionally process, I figure I'd debrief a bit on going to Intercon, a LARP convention, last weekend. Overall, I had a blast and even have a few pics.

I played in 4 games over the course of the weekend:

Wicked Hearts-which takes place in Romanov era Russia right before the revolution where I played a folk hero/ royal guard who was in love with one of the princesses but also trying to bring about the revolution. I wasn't feeling my best during this game, due to asthma but I had a blast, even if I didn't start the revolution. Instead, the Princess I was involved with made a political marriage to the Prince of the Fairies, and she, the prince, myself, and the prince's lover all went off the live together in one big happy, polycule 😂😂. That ended up being our solution to keep her from having to marry someone else. lol

Star Senate: Revenge of the Budget which is an intergalactic senate game where you are trying to pass legislation and make deals while the empire's military arm has literal guns aimed at your head to force you to pass a budget. I played the 2,000 year old Speaker of the Senate who was just done with the bullshit and was trying to cause instability in the government using the bills I pass. This game is a comedy and was literal comedy gold. I failed spectacularly at solo causing a civil war, BUT I did successfully get my "Historic Preservation Act" passed to create a museum out of an old, decommissioned Battlestar passed. FRIENDS, I DIDNT CREATE THIS BILL. this was one of the bills that WAS IN MY STARTER packet. So me, a giant BSG fan, was so tickled pink and made it my like solo goal. lol 😂 I really wish I hadn't cut off the bill in my pic, but it was a late night game so I didn't notice till the next day.

Unrest and Unaccountability - which was a Regency era horror larp where I was attending the Queen's Ball and trying to find a marriage match, all the while dealing with shenanigans like slaying Napoleons Undead Army and Killing a creepy Mirror facsimile of myself. Succeeded in literally all my goals of this one, and it was a ton of fun.

Debugged.me-which was a game about Artifical Intelligences in basically a mental health facility to cure their AI disorders. I played a character based off of Dolores from Westworld who had snapped after decades of abuse and murdered her abuser. This game honestly was a giant dud. It had a lot of potential, but the game creator hadn't finished the game and hadn't refined it so it was just a mess. We didn't start until over an hour past start time, so half of the players left. It's a shame, was really looking forward to playing a dark, ai game.

Overall the weekend was fun. If you ever get a chance to go, I 100% say do it. Now check out some of these pics!

#intercon #personal life #larp

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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City of Angels Chapter One

The bed was a King sized which was good because as I sat in the middle of it, two curly haired devils with their fathers intense eyes laid against me. Pajamas washed in Dreft that smelled the same as the onesies I had brought them home in, years ago. Everytime their father would pull their small little pajamas out of the drawers he would look at me, teasing me how I yearned for another.

He wasn’t wrong.

“Mama, tell us the story again.” Sweet little Bennett spoke with a lisp. His s’s coming out with long sounds that I cherished. My eyes fluttered down to him, squeezing him tight against me as I kissed his hair, tickled his belly.

“What story?” I played dumb, the little giggles of him and his twin sister Bernadette made my heart fly up. My two B’s. Bennie and Bernie, my sweet babies.

Nights like this as we snuggled up in the bed, my darling children all curled up close with me was everything. Motherhood seemed to be what I was meant to be in life. Having the little against me, getting to take care of them and shower them with all the love in the world. My heart was overflowing.

“Mama.” Bernie giggled, her head tucked against me as I laid back on the bed, two little ones crawling up and making sure to spread over me like a blanket. “The story of you and Daddy!” their little chins were pointy as they stuck against me and I wished that they could stay this little forever, to be this excited to hear me tell the most important story of my life.

The story of how their father and I met wasn’t the fairytale that I painted it to be. But at three a love story shouldn’t be filled with monsters so I painted over the horrors and held them closer reminding myself that getting through all the monsters, slaying the beast had led me to this moment, here with my children.

And that was worth it.

“”A not that long ago in a place that's far enough away there was a princess who was going to a ball. At the ball there were going to be many Princes and Princesses but on that night she hadn't expected to meet the one who was her happily ever after…”

July 1989

Axl’s condo in Hollywood was the place to be tonight. Everyone that he knew or had met even once had been invited to the housewarming party he was throwing for himself. As a member of his band and one of his oldest friends Izzy had to come, despite his desire to stay at home and write the song he had been working on in his head he had shown up, glancing at his watch several times in the ten minutes that he had been there. He just needed to see Axl, hand him the present, some expensive bottle of wine that Izzy had asked the man behind the counter of the stove several times if he had rang it up correctly, so he could leave.

The red haired singer was moving through his home, the easy smile on his face as he gave hugs and shook hands as he saw all these people who he had welcomed into his life and would be part of his future.

“Enola.” her head turned, her hair fanning out as she looked at who was calling her name. The glass bottle of beer in her hand was half warm, the two sips she had taken from it not enough to keep it fresh. As Axl made his way over, pushing through people to get to the dark haired girl Izzy spotted him and his way the fuck out of this party.

Two men, pushing their way to this central figure who was stepping out of the crowd of women she was with and making space. Axl was wrapping her in his arms, not noticing the way she tensed for a second and letting the redhead swing her off her feet, twirling her around once before placing her back on her feet.

“You came!” She was hit or miss with invitations and preferred silence at times, even though she tried to push herself sometimes the wall was still up. A wall that Axl never seemed to realize was there. “Do you need another drink?” he was reaching for the full beer, the small frown on his face as he took the full warm beer from her hand.

Before he could comment on it he was met with Izzy who was flushed with annoyance and pressing a bottle of wine into his arms. Axl looked down at the bottle with its french name in gold swirling font, his friend looking furious from the idea that he spent so much money on something that his friend would probably never drink or worse would pop to impress some girl on Izzy’s dime.

“Nice place.” Izzy was trying to keep his word count low as he thought about how he could get out of talking to him and leave. His eyes glanced beside Axl and paused, the girl with the dark hair seemed to be having the same idea as Izzy, using the distraction to move away to a group of girls before she was sliding from his view.

Axl’s head snapped from the bottle up to offer Enola a glass and realized she was gone, worse was the way that Izzy was looking after her with that look on his face that Axl had only seen a scattering of times. The sort of look that he absolutely did not want to see with the girl Axl had been pursuing since she popped up at a party a month ago. He had put in actual work with Enola and he wasn’t going to let the guitarist get in the way of it.

“Who-”

“No.” Izzy looked at Axl as he shook his head at him, the look on his face hard set as he watched his guitarist with pursed lips, “Stay away from her, Izzy. She is not your type.” At this Izzy knew that she was exactly his type.

But Izzy held up his hands, knowing better than to show Axl he had any serious interest in her because then it would become some competition. Izzy wasn’t interested in fighting with the lead singer but he was still intrigued by the way that lilacs wafted in the air from the way her hair had twirled as she spun. It was fresh and new, not the vanilla lotions or coconut suntan lotion that was prevalent in Southern California.

“You don’t have to stay.” Axl was staring at him, mad that Izzy had shown up now and saw Enola because he was possessive of her already. Maybe it was because she was so hard to pin down.

Axl had been trying to get to know her deeper but Enola was so surface level. She never gave him her phone number, he had no idea where she lived or where she was from. She seemed to know everyone at the parties but no one could pinpoint where they knew her from or when they had been friends. She would just show up, this fresh breeze with her denim jeans and slightly heeled white boots. She never smoked and barely drank, but she laughed loud with everyone and seemed to understand what fun was. And Axl was hooked by the calm lavender colored energy that she exuded.

Enola was the first person that Axl met and really thought that he wanted to have this relationship with. The first girl who didn’t throw herself at him because of his band name and wanted to hook up with him. She laughed with him and was so easy going when they talked. The realness of her always shocked him because he forgot there were women like that still around.

The idea that Izzy had glimpsed her and already knew she was special was infuriating to him.

Izzy smirked at the lead singer, looking at him with the sort of expression on his face but with this new thought of how he wasn’t going to go anywhere until he met the girl who was beside them a moment before.

“I have nothing better to do, might as well enjoy the free food and booze. But you have a lot of guests, Axl. You should probably greet them.” Izzy was slinkering off now, searching for the girl whose name he didn’t know.

And Axl was being rushed by guests knowing that he couldn’t keep an eye on the man. All that he could hope was that he didn’t find Enola.

The smell of lilacs had Izzy turning and weaving through crowds, leaving conversations in the middle of discussions as he tried to search out the mystery girl that he was looking for. His mind was on the small glimpse of the person he had seen. The way her dark hair had fanned out and how he had been so curious to see more. Was it his curiosity leading him towards her or was it something else?

Enola slipped out of the apartment, her white boots had a scuff on them from some clumsy idiot stepping back on her foot as she tried to navigate the maze of bodies out of Axl’s apartment. Sitting down on the landing she pulled the boot off, having a lady Macbeth moment where she was using her t-shirt to press on the boot to get the spot out.

“When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.” her head turned at the first lines of the poem, scanning the man who was coming towards her. He seemed as surprised as she was by the words of Walt Whitman that had just poured from his lips.

Pulling the boot on and standing up she looked at the stranger, the way he seemed calm and yet uncomfortable in her presence. She was beautiful in this different way. It was the round shape of her brown eyes, the splattering of freckles on your soft skin, dark hair wild and untamed in silky strands. She could be any girl in America and yet here she was outside of his lead singers apartment.

“I’m Izzy.”

“I’m leaving. Goodbye.” she turned, the click of her heels boots as she bound down the stairs. He watched her, the way her hair bounced with each step as she moved out of the apartment. He was shocked at her quick departure, unsure of what to do. If he chased her it would be stranger.

“What’s your name?” he called after her, watching her stop, eyes flashing up to look at him and this sort of smile that was on her face. Something about the way her lips turned up and she was seeming to bloom with this mischievous smile that was on her face had Izzy’s breath catch in his throat. She threw her head back and laughed, her fingers waving as she took off running out.

The only thing Izzy heard was the slam of the front door.

His head rested against the metal bar and he should have been upset but he touched his long fingers to his lips, touching the smile that he hadn't realized had made its way there. He didn't have her name but now he had a mission to find it and find out so much more about the lilac girl.

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m4j0d3r14s · 4 months

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A music inspired dialogue

- What have you got?! :0

[The sound of steps on sand, first wet, then dry. The steps halt and bounce as the camera catches glance of a pair of backpaws and a flowy skirt, stoping just within the camera's view]

- What have you got?

* Rocks! :D

[A pawful of rocks of various sizes, shapes and colors are shown, wet and shiny with sea water]

- Woah, that's a lotta rocks.

* [pft] Yeah, I'm no amateur!

- Right, I forgot... Well I got seashells!

[A paw with tiny seashells and dead coral on it, in various states of integrity]

* Cool, did you check that there was nothing alive in them?

- Yeah, and we'll need to wash them when we get home, and the rocks too.

[Two pairs of steps walking on the sand, shows the camera; one pair significantly more wet than the other]

- Do you need a towel?

* Nah, I'll dry as I walk, unlike someone who let their fur grow long >;D

- It's stylish!!

* Yeah, and it looks good on you, all I'm saying is that it won't look so stylish if you don't brush it often!

- I won't take advice from someone who doesn't shave their paws!

* I told you, it tickles and I hate it!!

- Right, sorry...

[...]

* Hey, check out this rock.

[An orange-ish rock, that seems to have been broken in half, with layers that look like rings, of different tones of yellow and red on it's in-side, creating an imperfect spiral]

- Woah, that's a great find.

* Right?

- I wonder if someone else has the other half, that'd be like Umm.. One of those friendship jewelry things that's one half a heart each, but with- with someone you don't know.

* I think that'd make for a great romance story: a geology nerd and a crow-minded goblin who meet and bond over their shared passion for shiny rocks discover that one of the most precios pieces of each of their collections are two halfs of the same rock.

- And then they kiss?

* Yes, and then they kiss.

- Can we make the rock goblin an actual crow?

* Oh Yeah, bird men rock.

- Oh wait....

* What?

- ... Did we just accidentally make a "Slay the Princess" geologists AU?

* ...oh my god, you're a genious.

- I know >:3

* We could write that.

- Yeah, let me just end recording so I can note it, my battery is low anywa-

[Cut]

Inspiration:

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#furry #Youtube

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magicmindless · 2 years

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I wanna post my pl headcanons so here (from my Instagram stories but now here)

[od]-Sue's natural reflex to being tickled is to immediately throw hands. And if it isn't that it's a lot of swearing (no Mary isn't an exception she fucking hates it no matter what)

-Duke Gotcha's name is actually Eli

-People who come from Maple Mountains are usually known for being VERY honest, they never hold back on what they say (plus they're tall)

-Duke would be able to rock a dress, no arguments there

-Timm would also be able to rock a dress and Quinn slays in a suit making them the perfect gender-non-confirming couple

-Simone likes using absurd overly-self confident humor and Didar likes going along with it

-Kayla gets really anxious whenever fans try to talk to her in public and sometimes missed the peace that she got with a normal life

-Emmlette has ADHD

[idk]-Mary looks younger than she really is and is often mistaken as such. Whenever she goes to bars with her friends she always seems to be the only one ever asked for an ID check before being served

-Doesn't help that Mary is childish in a few ways and is one of those people who looks "cute" when they're angry and is often teases about it which only pisses her off more

-Brody has accidentally drank paint water before. Don't ask how, he just did it for some reason thinking it was coffee. And he didn’t even mind when it was paint water

-Allan has a teddy bear and it's name is Jack and it was his comfort item, especially in high school while he was getting bullied. However he’s embarrassed by it so only Timm, Robby, and Akari know about it

[ch]-Mindy is basically the matchmaker of the Papa Apartments and knows all the gossip especially when it comes to love (also exposed Sue being a lesbian and having a crush on Mary. Not in front of anyone they were just alone and she was like "oh yeah I know you're gay btw”

-Timm Allan and Robby are all friends and when they go out by car together Timm is usually the driver since he's deemed the most responsible one. Allan usually rides shotgun cause he's tall and Robby sits in the back cause he's a runt

-Johnny is like a Disney Princess in the way that he can attract all the woodland creatures to him just by whistling

-Radlynn and Sarge Fan sometimes meet Mousse and Whippa whenever they sneak out late at night (Sarge usually for mischief and Radlynn whenever she wants to be away from her parents) and usually whenever they meet Mousse and Whippa will let them stay at the Gingersnap Lounge for a while under their supervision to talk things out, then helps them both get home safely

-Joy has a habit of cracking her joints because of gymnastics and it drives Roy and sometimes Papa Louie up the wall

-Akari nearly got her and Allan arrested while speeding to the Sugarplex Film Feast. When they arrived, Akari nearly ran over a couple people with a few police cars that had followed them, then loudly announcing their arrival while Allan looked like his soul had left his body along the way (Petrona was livid because of this but Louie made sure she was left off the hook and only had to do community service afterwards

-Didar is known as a huge prankster among any set he's worked with, including Nowtime News and Mocharia Life. Most of his pranks are harmless albeit a few cruel. Sometimes Simone or others will join in (depending on who he's pranking)

[ch]-Speaking of which despite Sue technically being a superior on set she's still teased a lot since she's fairly young (23 in my hc)

[ch]-Emmlette is definitely the mom friend who will always make sure that you're eating enough and cares about your well-being (she's also the one who teases Sue the most since they’re in similar positions)

-Petrona doesn’t detest relationships but she can’t help but cringe whenever any of the couples are too mushy with each other

-Taylor has 2 YouTube channels: A gaming channel which is his main, and a vlog channel to post him doing stupid shit with his friends

[od]-The girls of the Papa apartments like to hang out at Cloudberry Salon late at night. And since guys are never invited they like to joke about what goes on like pagan rituals and witchcraft (none of that sort of stuff happens it's just normal "talking about life" things... or is it?)

-During the production of Mocharia life Mindy and Whiff adopted a snow-white kitten named Cotton

-Quinn doesn't hate dogs, but she's scared of big dogs. But she's fine with little dogs

I have more but I feel like this is too much already

#papa louie #flipline studios #Flipline #papa Louie headcanons #I think about half of them had something to do with Mocharia #really like that game for some reason #though I finished it

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