#I HAD COFFEE AHAHAHAHA

[vilefilth]

I AM SITTING STILL BUT

I FEEL LIKE I'M

GOING

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#VILE POST #I HAD COFFEE AHAHAHAHA

[albonium]

my doctor said that i should avoid being stressed at all cost for my thyroid lol he hasn't known me for long enough i think 💀

#i might have forgotten to talk to him about the silly years 👉👈 #(years of taking zoloft seeing a psychiatrist etc etc ahahahaha) #i really don't want to talk about it bc every single time i've mentionned it to a healthcare professional they just blamed everything on it #i haven't had coffee in a week my coffee maker is right in front of me this is torture

[intheticklecloset]

Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #1-10

A collection of the BSD sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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1.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

Atsushi hadn’t intended to find himself pinned up against a wall with Akutagawa glaring into his face on his afternoon off from the agency, yet here he was.

Technically their bosses weren’t fighting right now, and Atsushi had been minding his own business picking up a few items since he had the free time, so he wasn’t sure why one of the Port Mafia’s top dogs – let alone Akutagawa himself – was taking a moment to harass him, but honestly, he was used to it at this point.

“Would you let me go?” he sighed, glancing down at his bag of groceries. “My ice cream is going to melt. It’s a hundred degrees out here. How are you still wearing that coat in this heat?”

Akutagawa scoffed, but stepped back all the same. “You’re awfully lax, were-tiger. Who’s to say I’m not here to capture you?”

“We’re not fighting.”

“Officially.”

Atsushi narrowed his eyes. “And unofficially?”

“I’m off the clock. Perhaps I just want to fight you because I can. Clearly you need practice keeping your guard up, even when you’re buying…” he glanced into the bag on the ground. “Orange sherbet. Really, were-tiger?”

“Hey, don’t judge me,” Atsushi grumbled. He reached for the bag, but Akutagawa snatched up his wrist and pinned it to the wall by his head, glaring again. “Let go, Akutagawa. I don’t want to fight you.”

“That’s disappointing.”

Fine. If the man really wanted it so bad, Atsushi would throw a punch. Just one. Or rather, a kick, as his dominant hand was currently occupied.

Akutagawa stopped his attempted assault before he could even extend his leg fully, grabbing him by the knee and gripping hard to stop him.

Atsushi squeaked and shot his leg back down, an involuntary smile splitting his face before he managed to get it back under control.

There was silence for a moment.

“Were-tiger, are you…?” Akutagawa started, but trailed off when Atsushi snapped wide eyes up to him worriedly. He paused. Then he reached his free hand into his rival’s exposed side. “You are. How fascinating.”

“Ah! Ahahaha – Akutagawa, wahahahait, I—!” Atsushi bit his lip, frantically trying to keep traitorous giggles at bay. He hated how the darker man was looking at him now. It was a curious look, and the last thing he wanted was for the Port Mafia to renew their curiosity about him.

Akutagawa hummed, letting go of his wrist to scribble both hands into Atsushi’s underarms, watching him squeak and clamp his arms down with a wicked glint in his eyes. “This is enough to bring you to your knees? If’ I’d known that, you’d have been dead already, were-tiger. Perhaps it’s lucky for you that I didn’t.”

“W-Why is it luhuhuhuhucky?!” Atsushi cried, squirming uselessly against the wall, his ice cream long forgotten. “Ahahahaha! S-Stohohohop!”

“Would you rather be dead?” Akutagawa smirked. He took a step closer so he was right up in the other boy’s giggling face. “More importantly, now that I do know, it means I can exploit this little weakness of yours as much as I like until such time as our factions begin fighting again in earnest.”

Atsushi whined and cackled and pushed at Akutagawa, trying to dislodge him somehow, but he knew it was useless with as weakened as he’d become in the last minute.

It took a while for the Port Mafia member to finally leave him be.

It took even longer for Atsushi to wonder if Akutagawa was ticklish, too.

*

2.) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“You deserve this, Dazai!” Chuuya growled, wrestling with the brunette to get the upper hand, which he was doing quite easily, as luck would have it. “Accept your fate!”

Dazai grunted as he sank to one knee, one wrist already caught in his rival’s grip, his free hand trying to pry him off. “You don’t hear me denying it,” he replied with a huff, “but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to roll over and let you win.”

“Why does everything have to be a contest with you?!”

“You just make it so easy, Chuuya. How can I resist messing with you?”

The redhead finally grabbed the other wrist, awkwardly crossing Dazai’s arms over his chest while giving him a shove that sent him falling backward, one leg tucked halfway beneath him.

“Owww! Chuuya, you’re hurting me!” Dazai whined, struggling to give himself enough leverage to at least free his lower limb.

Chuuya straddled him just as he managed to do so. “You deserve it, you jerk.”

“So mean.”

There was a brief pause as the redhead assessed the situation, trying to determine how best to go about the rest of his plans while Dazai just smirked up at him. Finally, he muttered something under his breath and let go of one of the brunette’s wrists, shimmying his hand between his overcoat and suit coat, trying to worm his way up to the good spot.

Dazai – curse him – wasn’t letting him get away with it that easily, though. Grinning, he clamped his arm down and said, “Ah-ah-ah. You’ll have to work for it, Chuuya~”

“Fine,” Chuuya growled. He curled his fingers in right where they were at the topmost part of Dazai’s ribcage, satisfied when the man beneath him jerked a little and snickered openly. “You’re only delaying the inevitable, you know.”

“So?” Dazai teased easily despite his situation. “Dohoesn’t mean I wohohon’t watch you struggle a bihihit first.”

“You son of a—” Chuuya let go of his other wrist, shoved his arms up just enough to attack, and plunged both hands into Dazai’s armpits.

Dazai let out a loud bark of surprised laughter, shoving his arms back down. This time, however, he only managed to trap his captor’s fingers right where they were rather than stop them. He gritted his teeth against the flood of laughter that threatened to burst free, but when Chuuya dug in even deeper – more determinedly – he couldn’t help it any longer.

“Bohohohohohold mohohohohove, Chuuya!” Dazai laughed, squeezing his eyes shut against the victorious, knowing smirk the redhead was flashing at him. “Juhuhuhuhust don’t thihihihihink I’ll buhuhuhuhuhuckle so eheheheheasily!”

“Oh, I hope you don’t,” Chuuya replied, far too calm for Dazai’s liking. “I intend to enjoy every moment it takes to break you down until you’re pleading for me to stop. Because you will, Dazai. You always do eventually.”

*

3.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai

“Stop screaming and let me tickle you!” Dazai laughed, one arm wrapped around Atsushi from behind while the other drilled into his ribs.

Atsushi was cackling, squirming and fighting in his mentor’s grip, cheeks dusted pink from both the exertion and the embarrassment. “Nohohohoho! Why?! Dahahahahazai, stohohohohop it!”

“Hmm, you’re pretty sensitive,” the brunette mused to himself, “but also pretty wiggly. Hold still! You’re like a kitty that hates cuddles.”

“Whahahahahat does thahahahahat even mehehehehehean?!” Atsushi cried, doing everything he could to try and get away. “I dohohohohon’t hahahahahte – you’re just tihihihihickling me, and I’m reheheheheally ticklish!"

“Yes, so I’ve surmised.”

As with many things within the agency, Atsushi had no idea how he’d wound up in this situation. One minute he was organizing some papers that Dazai had left unkempt on his desk, and the next the man himself waltzed in murmuring something about ideas and experiments and needing to test something and, well…

“Gah! Dahahahahahazai, no, not thehehehehere!” Atsushi pleaded, giggling helplessly and with increasing panic as his senior began to make his way down and around to his stomach.

“Ooh, ticklish tummy? It makes sense; you are a cat, after all~”

“I’m a tihihiHIHIHIHIGER!! AHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE, DAHAHAHAHAZAI!!”

“Aha! This is a good spot, huh?” Dazai chuckled, ignoring his begging. “Tickle, tickle, little Atsushi~”

“WHY AHAHAHAHARE YOU DOHOHOHOHOING THIS?! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO MUCH – DAHAHAHAHAZAI!!”

At that moment – blessedly – Kunikida walked through the door.

“Dazai! What are you doing to him now?”

“KUNIKIDA!! HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! PLEHEHEASE – AIIEEEE!!” With a loud yowl, Atsushi’s knees gave out and he started to collapse, but Dazai reacted quickly and kept him upright, finally stopping his assault.

“All right, I think I have what I need now.” He patted his partner on the back. “Way to hang in there, Atsushi.”

The weretiger scrambled away from him, hugging his torso defensively, blushing furiously under Dazai’s beaming smile and Kunikida’s confused frown. “W-Why did you do that? I wasn’t doing anything to you! I was minding my own business.”

“Well, I’ve wondered how ticklish you are for a while,” Dazai replied thoughtfully, as though this were a more serious matter. “And you happened to be alone, so I jumped at the chance to find out! I also wanted to collect some data for a certain someone~” He winked, and it made Atsushi nervous.

“Wait…who, exactly?”

Dazai strolled to the door and opened it, preparing his head start as he replied, “Why, Akutagawa, of course. Who else?”

Then he bolted.

Atsushi was flying out the door behind him in an instant. “Dazai, you jerk, don’t you dare tell Akutagawa about this! I’ll never live it down! Dazai!!”

*

4.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“I hate you!” Akutagawa screamed, flailing his arms, kicking his one free leg. He glared up at Atsushi as the weretiger sat on his waist, giving him a curious look.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked.

“Dazai, let go of me!” the raven-haired man demanded, trying to kick the aforementioned man away, but Dazai merely held onto his ankle and smiled at him, cancelling his ability and leaving him helpless all in one fell swoop and looking not at all bothered by the position he was putting his former protégé in.

“Weretiger!” Akutagawa tried again, growing more panicked by the second. “Don’t you even think about touching me, you son of a b-eyaaaaaah!!”

Atsushi’s brows went into his hairline at the uncharacteristically high-pitched screech he pulled from his rival just by gently prodding into his ribs. The usually angry-looking member of the Port Mafia had his teeth clenched against a wobbly smile, tiny giggles trapped in his throat, and the young detective decided right then and there that it was the best thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Wow, you’re that ticklish?” Atsushi asked, genuinely interested, but the question only seemed to rekindle the fighting fire within Akutagawa.

“I hate you! I hate you, I hahahahahate you!” His rival looked mortified at the sounds coming from his lips now, but both of them knew he couldn’t help it anymore. “I’ll kihihihihihill you for this! You will dihihihihihihie! Gahahahahahaha!” Akutagawa bucked his hips, arms pressed to his sides, though it was a useless attempt to stop Atsushi’s dancing fingers along his ribs and stomach. “Quit it! Leheheheheheave me alohohohohone! Dazai!”

Dazai chuckled. “What are you yelling at me for? I’m just making sure you don’t actually kill him, that’s all.”

Akutagawa looked enormously embarrassed and infuriated at the same time. “Ahahahahaha! Weretiger! Stohohohohohop it this instahahahahant!”

Atsushi took in his rival’s huge smile, reddening cheeks, and helpless giggles and decided he couldn’t bring himself to allow this moment to end so easily. “Hmm…maybe if you actually call me by my name I’ll think about it,” he said, pressing his fingers in deeper between the grooves of the darker man’s ribcage. “What do you say?”

Akutagawa tossed head back and absolutely cackled, kicking his free leg, shaking his head. “I hahahahahahate you!”

Atsushi couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I know. That must be why you’re laughing, right?”

*

5.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“Now, that was interesting,” Atsushi said, staring at Akutagawa, beginning to smirk a little. “What was that noise you just made?”

Akutagawa glared at him and shoved his hands in his coat pockets. “A noise of annoyance, of course. You’re irritating me, weretiger.”

“Annoyance? I don’t think so.” Atsushi was full-on smiling now. “Sounded to me like you squeaked because you’re tic—”

“It was not a squeak,” the dark-haired man snapped, turning his back on his rival. “And I am not ticklish.”

Atsushi hummed, springing forward, but Akutagawa had been anticipating him and whirled around to block his attack and start up a sparring match all over again. The detective laughed. “If you’re not ticklish, why are you trying so hard to stop me, Akutagawa?”

“I don’t want your hands on me at all, no matter the context.”

“I’m landing blows on you and you seem perfectly okay with that.”

Akutagawa let out a yell and summoned Rashomon to finally get Atsushi away from him, then charged forward and tackled his rival to the ground, pinning him there. Unfortunately for him, Atsushi quickly shifted into his half-tiger form and used his heightened strength to hook a leg around his hip and roll them over so he was the one on top, and then—

“Gahk!” Akutagawa choked on a surprised cackle, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth and pushing Atsushi’s chest with the other, eyes suddenly wild. “Get off me, you blasted – aha! No!”

“Come on, just admit it,” Atsushi giggled, fingers kneading gently into his ribs. “You are ticklish.”

“I’m – dang it, weretiger, leheheave me alone – nohohohohoho!” Finally Akutagawa dissolved into helpless giggles, squirming under Atsushi’s touch, cheeks flaming red. “Get ohohohoff! R-Rahahashom-AHAHAHA!! No, okay, nonono—”

Atsushi’s eyes lit up. “Oh? Is here a good spot?”

Akutagawa clenched his teeth against the flood that threatened to burst from him, struggling to fight against the overwhelmingly ticklish sensations emanating from just under his bottom ribs, near his sides. “Mhmhmhm! I h-hate – hahahahate you! Don’t – GAH!! Please!”

The way the dark-haired man looked right now – his face, his smile, his frantic movements – all of it made Atsushi’s heart skip a beat in way that both surprised and was foreign to him.

Whatever. He could overanalyze it later. For now…

“Tickle, tickle, Akutagawa~” He teased, kneading deeper into that spot, finally earning an explosion of actual, honest-to-god laughter from the grumpiest man he’d ever met.

Akutagawa let the curses fly, but he couldn’t even summon Rashomon with as hard as he was laughing now. Instead he resigned himself to the only thing he could do. “NOHOHOHO!! PLEASE, WEHEHEHERETIGER, DOHOHOHOHON’T DO THAHAHAT!! PLEASE – GYAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Atsushi just smiled, letting the sound of his laughter fill the air and warm him up from the inside out.

*

6.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“Well, someone’s grouchy,” Atsushi mumbled, rolling his eyes. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages for the millionth time. Still nothing from Dazai, of course. What was taking him so long? He wouldn’t be surprised if the man was already here, just watching the two of them from some hiding spot.

Akutagawa scoffed. “I’m irritated because I’ve been forced into close proximity with you for the last twenty minutes waiting for Dazai, whom you claim is ‘on his way’. Except I’m beginning to think he’s not coming at all and you’re just wasting my time.”

“I don’t know what’s taking him so long! I swear he just likes to put us together to make us suffer.”

“Suffer?” Akutagawa looked at him strangely. “Yes, I suppose you must.”

Atsushi frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Sitting right beside me yet knowing any attack on your part would be futile must make you suffer indeed.”

“I don’t care about that. We have no reason to fight each other. At least, not right now.”

“Hmm.”

Atsushi glanced at him, at the way he sat relaxed in his seat, one leg crossed over the other, arms across his chest, not a care in the world. Something Dazai had told him sprung to mind then, and though he tried to suppress it, he suddenly found that curiosity was indeed about to kill this cat. Well, tiger.

“Besides,” Atsushi spoke again, turning to pounce on Akutagawa before he could react, “I do have an attack that might work on you, if Dazai’s word is anything to go by.”

Akutagawa’s hands grasped Atsushi’s wrists so hard it hurt, but the weretiger was already wiggling fingers into his ribs, and giggles were already starting to sputter out of him whether he liked it or not.

Dazai!

“S-Stohohohop,” the mafia member growled through tiny chuckles, squirming in his seat, but Atsushi was sitting in his lap now – a compromising position should anyone see them like this – and he wasn’t going anywhere. “Weheheretiger! Enohohough!”

“I don’t believe it,” Atsushi marveled, his voice so awestruck Akutagawa knew he was genuinely surprised, and that only made this worse. “You are ticklish! Dazai was right!”

“I’ll kihihihill you!” Akutagawa snapped, trying his best to glare with a wobbly smile on his face. “Dehehehehesist at once!”

Instead, Atsushi smiled right back at him. “What was that you were saying about suffering, Akutagawa?”

From his hiding spot nearby, Dazai smirked at the two of them, enjoying listening to his former protégé’s reluctant giggles while his current mentee looked at him with open endearment.

He decided they could stand to wait for him for another few minutes.

*

7.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

“Stohohohohohop!” Atsushi’s voice was whiny, but the hint of desperation within it didn’t overshadow his panicked elation at being stuck in this position. “A-Ahahahahaku, plehehehehease!”

Akutagawa merely smirked at him as he once again attempted to grab his wrists. It was amusing that the weretiger hadn’t yet learned that getting anywhere close to his tickling fingers would only make Rashomon tighten his hold, stop him in his tracks. Or perhaps that was the fun of it for the detective. His cheeks were certainly pink enough and his smile was certainly genuine enough to indicate he was having fun despite his pleading words.

Atsushi frantically flexed his fingers, trying to grab the air around Akutagawa’s hands, trying to stop him. It was no use. Rashomon held him just far enough away that he was within reach of bringing an end to his ticklish agony yet not able to do anything about it.

“If you want me to stop so bad, then make me, weretiger.” Akutagawa’s words were cold, to the point, teasing. He chuckled at the whine Atsushi let slip. “Break through my defenses if you’re so desperate, you pathetic weakling.”

The mafia member had learned in his few times tickling his adversary that teasing of all sorts worked on the detective beneath him, including the mocking kind. Sure enough, Atsushi arched his back and flexed his fingers even more, trying to do something – anything – to stop him. Instead he collapsed back on the ground and surrendered to his laughter, limbs going weak. Rashomon began to pull his arms further away from his torso, leaving him more vulnerable than before.

Akutagawa plunged a finger into his navel.

Atsushi’s hands flew down yet again.

Rashomon halted him just an inch away from his tormentor.

“AHAHAHAHAHAKU!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” the detective screamed, laughter pouring out of him in wave after wave of unbridled, terrified joy. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!”

“Can’t take it? Too bad.” The raven-haired man shifted out of his straddle and braced himself with one hand by Atsushi’s white hair that had gone wild in his thrashing, grinning wickedly down at him, still wiggling that single finger that was spelling out his victory tickle by careful, deliberate tickle. Atsushi stared up at him, wide-eyed and afraid, but also – somewhere deeper in his gaze – daring him to continue.

Akutagawa leaned in close, their faces just inches apart, Atsushi’s laughter filling the space between them. The detective was blushing furiously, and his rival couldn’t get enough of it.

“You’re all mine now, weretiger.”

*

8.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

Usually, the fact that Akutagawa wore his coat at all times – indoors or outdoors, no matter how hot it was – bugged Atsushi. The man had to be sweltering; surely it couldn’t be healthy to roast alive like that. But these days, as it was getting colder outside and the leaves were beginning to fall from trees, the weretiger could appreciate the commitment.

“Hey,” he said, getting the darker man’s attention. Akutagawa glanced at him, a bored but listening expression on his face. Atsushi held out his hand. “Come here. Snuggle with me.”

Akutagawa blinked. He hesitated. That was another thing Atsushi knew was difficult for him – physical affection. But he knew if he just waited a minute and let him get over his internal hurdles on his own, he’d eventually give in.

Sure enough, after almost a full minute of silence, Akutagawa sighed and scooted over to him on the couch, barely batting an eye when Atsushi dove under his coat, wrapping what little fabric he could around himself, soaking up his lover’s warmth.

“You can just admit that you’re cold,” Akutagawa muttered, allowing Atsushi to climb into his lap and rub his cheek against his chest. “Stupid weretiger.”

“I like cuddling with you,” Atsushi replied, wrapping his hands around the executive’s waist, daring to slide one hand beneath his shirt and along the skin of his back. “You’re warm.”

Akutagawa sucked in a sharp breath, tensing, hissing a warning, “Weretiger.”

Atsushi lifted bright, excited eyes to him, letting his nails drag along the sensitive skin of the backs of his rival’s ribs. “I also like seeing you smile. You haven’t all day, you know.”

Strong hands gripped Atsushi’s shoulders, Akutagawa’s arms shaking as he focused his energy on not laughing. Still, a wobbly smile turned the corners of his mouth upwards. “Don’t—” Then a tweak to the space between his bottom two ribs made him jerk and let out a giggle beyond his control, and his shy dimples finally came out from hiding. “Aha! A-Atsushi!”

Atsushi let up on his tickle attack but continued to hug Akutagawa even closer, trying to absorb him from sheer force of cuddling. “It doesn’t count as snuggling if you don’t do it back.”

“Idiot,” the executive managed through a shaky breath, forcing his limbs to relax. He knew the detective would let him be if he just reciprocated the affection he was receiving. He wrapped his arms around Atsushi’s shoulders and breathed in his scent, burying his nose in his white hair. “You are such a catboy.”

More giggles spilled out of him uncontrollably as Atsushi got him back for that comment.

*

9.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

Akutagawa never took off his coat, and he had good reasons for that. The first and foremost of which was the fact that without it, he couldn’t use his ability, and was thus helpless in every way. He hated being helpless. He never wanted to feel out of control.

With Atsushi, however, he’d started to feel safe. Safe enough to remove his coat when it was just the two of them, the better for them to get even closer.

Big mistake.

“You son of a—”

Atsushi pressed a finger to his lips with a smile. “Ah-ah. Watch your mouth.”

Akutagawa glared up at him, cheeks red with embarrassment. He struggled in his kind-of boyfriend’s firm grip, but even if he hadn’t been using his tiger’s strength to keep him down, Aku doubted he’d have been able to get away.

“You’ll pay for this, weretiger. Mark my words.”

“Oh, I know. It’s worth it, though.” Atsushi beamed sweetly at him dragging one of his claws from Aku’s armpit down his ribs and side to his waist, pausing there for dramatic effect before going right back up again.

Aku pressed his lips together defiantly, shaking his head even as his body trembled from the soft touch. He let out a breath when Atsushi paused at his upper ribs, only to choke on his next inhale when the weretiger began scribbling into his armpit in earnest.

“Shihihihihihit! Weretihihihihiger!” Akutagawa cackled, a helpless smile on his face now. He tried rolling away, but Atsushi’s knee was there to stop him, and then he was well and truly trapped beneath his monster of a not-boyfriend.

Atsushi giggled with him. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to hold back on me. You know this tickle, tickle, tickles~ Just let it out, Ryu~”

“H-Hate—!” Aku let out a short bark of laughter when Atsushi began gently pinching the skin of his underarm between his claws. The mafioso arched his back and laughed miserably at the insanely ticklish feeling, wishing upon every star in the sky that he’d kept his coat on. “Hahahahahate you, weretihihihihiger! Gahahahahaha!”

Atsushi gave him the sweetest, most heart-melting smile in his arsenal. “Love you too, Ryu.”

*

10.) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

Chuuya had his head thrown back in absolute hysterics, and it was without a doubt the most beautiful thing Dazai had ever seen.

“Stop!” The redhead wheezed, flailing his arms uselessly in the direction of Dazai’s hands, which were latched firmly onto his thighs, kneading into the inner parts of them with relentless precision. It had taken a lot of trial and error and screamed curses from Chuuya for the detective to find the spot that reduced him to helpless laughter, and now that he’d found it, he wasn’t about to let up.

Dazai smiled sweetly at him, knowing he couldn’t really see. “But you look good like this.” Still, he lightened his touch enough to allow his partner to gasp for breath, his face having turned a dark crimson.

“Please,” Chuuya rasped, sucking in air like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. There were mirthful tears in the corners of his eyes when he lifted his head to look pleadingly at Dazai. “Please, no more! I’m way too ticklish there—”

Dazai smirked, went back to his earlier ministrations, and watched with satisfaction as Chuuya fell right back into his earlier position, screaming with laughter for a few moments until it went silent again.

After another couple of minutes, the detective finally showed mercy and let up on the harsh tickling, switching to light scribbling along the tops of his thighs near his hips instead, and Chuuya caught his breath even while still giggling like a child.

“Having fun yet, chibi?” Dazai asked teasingly, laughing himself when the redhead attempted to glare at him.

“Hahahahahate you, you sahahahadistic bahahahastard,” he managed, squirming, trying to roll onto his side and get away.

Dazai hummed. “Sounds like chibi didn’t learn his lesson…”

“No, wait! I learned it, I learned it!” Chuuya screeched, jolting upright and grabbing onto Dazai’s shoulders. “Please—”

This time, the detective silenced him by closing the distance between them with a tender kiss.

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[sgiandubh]

Fanfic galore

S is spotted on a boat in London by a French fan. Crazy comments ensue in Mordor:

AHAHAHAHA, out of all nations on this planet, they just had to come up with a Brazilian suspect!

And the host (that petty racist I refuse to name) immediately and somewhat gleefully gets on the choo-choo train.

The woman who posted that London pic is not Brazilian. She is desperately (and even provincially) French, but then it does not seem to suit your agenda (for what reason? I wonder 🙄) and then you just couldn't help yourself, could you?

Let's unpack. Yesterday, the X user Véesse, aka Drfolledamour, posted this innocent pic:

In the process, she gives us plenty of info on her real identity, because she is a normal human being with an average number of social media followers and being middle-aged, she does not give a crap about silly, sick hiding games on the Internet.

First, her initials, V.S (Véesse), with a rather cool & clever pun on the French word déesse/goddess. I like her and would definitely have coffee with her: my type of happy go lucky character.

Then, a very important clue, the X handle - @Drfolledamour. Anon and the vast majority of the non French or Francophile users would be excused not to know that is the French translation of one of my favorite Stanley Kubrick movies, Dr. Strangelove:

Then, the short bio, in her X profile. We are informed her grandfather was born in Lviv and her grandmother in Krakow. Lviv is in this country:

This country, if you don't mind reading, is called the Ukraine.

Krakow is to be placed here:

The country is called Poland. It is bordering Ukraine.

Until Brusilov's army got there, in 1914, Lviv was a part of the Austro-Hungarian empire and Krakow was under Russian control until 1794. Both cities featured sizeable Jewish communities, out of which a hefty chunk emigrated to the more tolerant France, especially in the Interwar period.

V.S. is a French woman proud of her Jewish roots, that's all. She also teaches economics in a French high school near Paris, in Chaville. But that's too complicated for you, I suppose.

However, her spelling sucks: 'j'ai dit que ma fille le kiffais' should be correctly written ' j'ai dit que ma fille le kiffait'. I told him my daughter liked him (a lot).

You see, 'kiffer' means 'to like/enjoy something a lot'. It comes from the Arabic Algerian colloquialism kif (كَيفْ), which means pleasure or amusement, and it went on into the French colonial slang, back in the day Algeria was a French colony. And onwards to the mild, mainstream jargon of today, keeping its meaning intact.

I am sorry, Brazilian friends. No woman of your country and few foreigners would spontaneously kif something or someone, nor make the sort of puns only a French native speaker would. Ask *urv, she just said she speaks French (proficient in buying a metro ticket using Duolinguo, I suppose).

Yes, these people are that stupid. And racist.

This is pathetic and the blogger should excuse herself, at a minimum. Which she won't. Of course.

#fandom

[oliviaischillin1204]

Hungry For Raspberries

[olivia's note: hello gang! time for another wonderful offering from the incomparable anne onymous! thank you anne!!!]

Today had been a rather tickly day for Virgil. Not that he minded, of course. Tickling was pretty common in the Mind Palace, but today really...took the biscuit? Took the cake? Took everything in the bakery, or however the saying goes, Virgil couldn't remember. It first started this morning when Roman was given the dreaded task of waking Virgil, who always slept in until noon if you let him.

Virgil buried his face in his pillow, giggling madly as he tried not to think of Roman who was hovering over him with wiggling fingers. "Come on, Virgil. If you don't come out, the tickle monster's coming iiin!" Roman teased in a sing-song voice. "I'm gay!" Virgil squealed, his voice muffled by the pillow. "That's not what we meant and you know it." Roman said, sitting down on the bed. "We?" Virgil asked, looking up at the creative Side. "Yes, "we". As in me...and the TICKLE MONSTER!" Roman exclaimed, scribbling his fingers all over Virgil's ribs, causing the emo to squirm and giggle.

Safe to say, Virgil definitely didn't oversleep this morning. And that was just the beginning. Later on in the living room, he kept putting his feet on the coffee table which annoyed Logan to no end. Finally, he had enough and grabbed Virgil's feet, placing them on his lap.

"How many times did I tell you to stop putting your feet on the coffee table?" Logan asked. "Four." Virgil replied. "And how many times did you listen?" Logan queried. "Zero." Virgil answered. "Hence why it is your own fault for what I am about to do." Logan said, tickling the arches of Virgil's socked feet. "Ahahaha! I'm sohohohorry!" Virgil apologised. "Somehow I doubt that highly. Perhaps your punishment should be more precise." Logan reasoned, slowly slipping off Virgil's socks. "Uh-oh." Virgil giggled. ""Uh-oh" indeed, Virgil. Allow me to tell you the story of five little piggies. And since I know you just adore this story, I might even tell it twice." Logan said with a sly grin as Virgil hid his face in a couch pillow. He was pleasantly surprised that Logan would play "This Little Piggy" with him given how serious Logan tends to be and how that nursery rhyme is for children. 

So yeah, quite a busy morning. As for right now? Virgil was currently in a very tickly cuddle with Patton on the couch. He was smothering Virgil's neck and ears in kisses and nuzzles while squeezing his sides. As Virgil squealed and wiggled in his embrace, Patton thought he could hear a "stop" among his giggles. "Sorry kiddo, are you not in the mood?" Patton asked, stopping everything. But Patton couldn't be more wrong. His neck nuzzles and tickly kisses were the best, but all the previous attacks put Virgil in a really big lee mood. One that couldn't be cured with gentle tickles. Virgil wanted something a little more...intense. "Actually, umm, I was just wondering if you could maybe, uhhh, move to a different spot?" Virgil asked shyly. "Oh, ok. What about your armpits? Is that better?" Patton asked, scribbling in Virgil's sensitive hollows. "Eek! Hahahahaha! Nohohoho, nohohot thehehehere!" Virgil giggled. "What about your ribs?" Patton asked, poking and prodding at Virgil's ribs. "Ahahahaha! Gehehetting wahaharmer!" Virgil squealed. "Oh, I see. You want the tickle monster to give you tummy tickles, hmm?" Patton teased, skittering across Virgil's tummy with both hands. 

"Ahahahahaha! Yehehehes, buhut nohot lihike thahahahat!" Virgil cackled, pushing Patton's hands away. "Not like what?" Patton asked. "Not with...not that way." Virgil said. "You mean with my hands?" Patton guessed. Virgil nodded. "Oh. Well I'm sure Roman has some crafting feathers we could borrow. Or we could use this new feather duster Logan just got, oh my goodness, he got me with it yesterday and it was so tickly, I didn't even know I could be that ticklish. I think I could even tickle myself with it, but of course Logan would argue that your brain anticipates–" Patton suggested but Virgil interrupted. "No f-feathers either, just...I mean...God, why is this so hard?" he stammered, burying his face in his hands in frustration. Virgil and Logan always struggled when it came to asking for tickles, Roman and Patton were the only ones who could shamelessly ask. One time Roman upright asked Virgil and he almost choked on his coffee. 

"Maybe try texting it to me. That way you don't have to say anything." Patton suggested. Virgil took out his phone and started to type. But it turns out just writing the word and having to look at it can be just as difficult sometimes. Thank god for emojis. Just one problem: there's no raspberry emoji on his phone. But there was a strawberry emoji and a mouth emoji. That should do it. Patton's phone buzzed as he got the text but his face screwed up in confusion as he read it. 

💜Virgil🌩: 

👄🍓

"You wanna get a snack first?" Patton asked hesitantly. Virgil facepalmed and groaned. Take 2. This time he had to be more direct. Patton's phone buzzed again and Patton thankfully didn't look as confused as before at this one.

💜Virgil🌩:

👋❌ 🪶❌ 👄✅

"Ahhh, I think I get it now." Patton said, pushing Virgil's shirt up and straddling his thighs with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Virgil covered his eyes with his arms to avoid eye contact with Patton. "Ok kiddo. Ready?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded and Patton blew the biggest raspberry he could into Virgil's belly, making him scream with laughter. "AHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHOHOHOHOD! HAHAHAHAHA!" Virgil shrieked, kicking and squirming like crazy. When it finally ended, Patton caught his breath while Virgil giggled happily from the phantom vibrations that made his tummy tingle and gave him butterflies. "Was that fun?" Patton asked, smiling as he noticed Virgil's eyeshadow had turned purple and glittery. Virgil nodded then suddenly covered his belly protectively with his arms, giggling more. "Had enough?" Patton guessed. "No, I just thought how much it would ti...how bad it would be to experience three r...to have three at once." Virgil confessed, curling into himself. "Think you can handle it?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded.

"Logan! Roman! Virgil's hungry for raspberries!" Patton called. Logan and Roman rose up into the room with amused expressions. "You're still in the mood for tickles?" Roman asked. "Was my storytelling not satisfactory? I was even generous enough to do it twice." Logan teased, causing Virgil to squeak and hide his face in his hood. "I'd suggest moving from the couch to the floor for this, Virgil." Patton advised. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, Virgil walked away from the couch and laid down on the floor. "So, how are we gonna do this?" Virgil asked hesitantly. "How about Logan on your left, Roman on your right and me in the middle?" Patton suggested. Virgil nodded in agreement and the others got into position. Logan knelt down by Virgil's left side while Roman sat by Virgil's right side and Patton went back to straddling his thighs. "Let's do a warm up first. We should see if you can handle two at once before diving into three." Patton recommended. Virgil held back a whine and nodded. Without any warning, he felt two raspberries being blown on the sides of his bare belly. 

"HAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEY, NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR! AHAHAHAHA!" Virgil bellowed. Roman and Logan gave each other a smug look while they caught their breath. Meanwhile Virgil giggled like a mad man and squirmed from the phantom tickles as he recovered. "Still think you can handle three?" Roman asked. Virgil nodded. "Just in case, we should come up with a safe word." Logan recommended. ""Panic" works for me." Virgil suggested. The others nodded in agreement and prepared themselves. "Ready Virgil?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded and braced himself. "Ok, on three. One..." Patton started. "Two..." Logan continued. "Three!" Roman finished. They all took a deep breath and blew right into Virgil's belly. He screamed and cackled and kicked and bucked like crazy. "NOHOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PAHAHAHAHANIC!!!" Virgil screamed. Everyone stopped immediately and Logan went to the kitchen to get some water for Virgil. 

"Thahat...wahas...soho bahad." Virgil gasped. "Was it still fun?" Roman asked. Virgil nodded. "Here, Virgil. This should help you." Logan said, handing him the glass. "Thanks." Virgil replied, drinking the water gratefully. As he continued to catch his breath, Patton couldn't help but feel slight envy. Oh well, there's an easy fix for that. "My turn!" Patton exclaimed, lying down with his arms up. The others gave Patton a fond look before surrounding him in a similar fashion to before with Virgil: Roman and Logan by his sides and Virgil straddling his thighs after finally composing himself. "Any specific instructions?" Virgil inquired, moving Patton's shirt up to reveal his sensitive tummy. "First I want just one on my belly, then two at the same time, and then all three of you at once. Please." Patton instructed. "Got it. Safeword?" Virgil asked. Patton thought for a moment before blurting out "Kitties!"

""Kitties" it is. And if you forget or can't say it, just bang on the ground like a wrestler tapping out, ok?" Virgil suggested. Patton nodded, eagerly awaiting the tickles. Virgil decided not to go first considering he was just tickled senseless a minute ago, so he gave Roman a subtle nod and he gladly did the honours. Thankfully, Patton still seemed to enjoy himself. "YAHAHAHAHAY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he squealed. Virgil smiled down at the giggly father figure as Roman got back up for air. "Would've gone first, but I need to give my lungs a break." Virgil explained. Patton nodded in understanding but was soon cackling like mad as Roman and Logan once again went for the surprise tactic. "HAHAHAHAHA! IT'S SOHOHOHO TICKLY! HAHAHAHAHA!" Patton cackled. "That's kind of the point, Padre. This would be really awkward if it didn't." Roman pointed out after he stopped. 

"Still certain you want to go through the final round?" Logan checked. Patton nodded eagerly. "Ok, if you insist. On three?" Virgil suggested. Patton shook his head. "Ok, I guess we're diving right in." Virgil said. And just like that, Patton felt three raspberries being blown on his ticklish tummy and completely lost it. "HAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!! KIHIHITTIHIHIES!!!" Patton shrieked. The sensations stopped immediately and Roman went to fetch Patton a glass of water. "You good, Patton?" Logan asked. Patton nodded, still catching his breath. "Here." Roman said as he gave Patton the glass. "Thahanks." Patton gasped before swallowing it down slowly. The others watched him for about two minutes to be sure he was definitely alright. "I'm ok, don't worry. Just needed a second." Patton assured. "I must say, this activity is actually quite amusing. I'm tempted to try it myself." Logan confessed. "You should try it, Logan. It's really fun." Patton said. "Well, it is my job as Thomas's logic to understand things, so, very well." Logan reasoned, blushing hard.

"Don't bother with the singular one, I'm already aware of how it feels." he added, lying down comfortably. "Ok. Safeword?" Virgil asked. "Crofters." Logan said. "How original." Roman teased, straddling Logan's thighs. "Don't get cocky or I'll make your turn figurative hell." Logan warned. "Isn't that the whole point of this?" Virgil asked, settling himself down by Logan's left side. "Touché–HEHEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHAHA! IT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" Logan cackled in surprise as both Patton and Virgil blew on his belly. "I wish you could see this from my perspective, because this is hilarious." Roman remarked as Logan recovered from the surprise raspberries. "Roman, be nice." Patton scolded. "You still good to go, Lo?" Virgil checked, relieved when the logical Side nodded. "Care for countdown?" Roman inquired. "From five will do." Logan said. "Alrighty then, in five..." Patton started. "Four, three..." Roman continued. "Two, one!" Virgil finished, before everyone blew on Logan's belly, shattering his composure. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!! CROHOHOHOFTERS!!!" Logan shrieked, causing everyone to stop and Virgil went to get him a glass of water. 

"You alright?" Patton asked. Logan nodded and sat upright, trying to calm his breathing. "Here you go." Virgil said as he handed Logan the glass, watching him sipping carefully. As soon as he was done, Roman spoke up. "Looks like we've saved the best for last." he said, lying down confidently and pulling his shirt up. "Don't bother with warm-ups, just dive right in!" Roman requested, raising his hands behind his head. "Are you sure, Roman?" Patton checked. "Yeah, it's pretty intense, dude." Virgil warned. "You should at least try two at once before just submitting yourself to three." Logan advised, straddling Roman but was met with a glare. "Alright, if you're positive about it. Safeword?" Patton asked. "Disney, obviously." Roman replied. "Fitting. Would you like a countdown?" Logan asked. "From ten." Roman answered. "Ten?! Jeez." Virgil exclaimed. "What can I say? Anticipation is half the fun." Roman said. But he didn't just mean his own anticipation. Roman smirked as he watched the others impatiently count down from ten and decided to tease them by saying they were counting too fast and must start all over again. Finally after ten agonisingly long seconds, touchdown. 

"AHAHAHAHAHA!!! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman bellowed. "That's the point, Roman. This would be a fruitless endeavour otherwise." Logan said as everyone got back up for some much needed oxygen. Patton went to get Roman a glass of water but Roman stopped him by grabbing his ankle. "Agahahain." Roman giggled. "You wanna go through that, again?!" Virgil asked in disbelief. Roman nodded. "Uhh, well, if you're sure, Roman. I guess we could do it again." Patton said hesitantly, kneeling back down. "Should we go down to two at once this time?" Logan suggested, causing Roman to shake his head and looked almost offended. "Very well, then, if you're certain. Shall we count down again?" Logan asked. Roman shook his head again. The others didn't bother with responding and just blew more raspberries on his belly again. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOHOHOHOD!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman cackled. The others stopped to catch their breath and Patton once again tried to go get a glass of water for Roman, but the prince stopped him once again. 

"One mohohore." Roman giggled. "Are you kidding me?!" Virgil yelled. "Roman, if we do this too much, it could have serious repercussions such as loss of consciousness, bladder failure or even-" Logan protested but was interrupted by a kick and glare from Roman, causing him to roll his eyes. "Fine. Just don't say we didn't warn you." Logan said. "I thought I had it bad earlier, but you're like a masochist today." Virgil commented. Against their better judgement, the three once again blew into his tummy and Roman lost it. His laughter went silent as he banged his fists on the floor. Virgil was the only one who remembered the tapping out backup plan and stopped, pushing Patton and Logan away from Roman. Patton rushed to the kitchen to finally get that water while Logan and Virgil guided Roman through his breathing. Patton arrived with four glasses, receiving a rather puzzled look from Virgil. "Uh, I don't think he needs that much water, Pat." Virgil said. "It's not just for him, the other three are for us." Patton explained, passing out the glasses. Roman desperately gulped down his water while Logan, Patton and Virgil merely sipped away slowly. After about five minutes, Roman was finally fully calmed down. 

"You ok, Princey?" Virgil asked. "Yeah, I'm alright now." Roman assured. "We warned you to not push yourself too far." Logan said. "But I was having fun." Roman whined before letting out a yawn. Patton giggled before finding himself yawning too. "Hey Roman, you got enough energy to help me summon something?" Patton inquired. "Sure, what do you need?" Roman asked. Patton whispered in Roman's ear, causing the creative Side to hold back giggles. His ears weren't usually ticklish, but those three rounds of raspberries pumped up his senses from one to one hundred. Nonetheless, he understood Patton's request and gladly delivered. The room was now covered top to bottom in blankets, fairylights strung across the ceiling and pillows scattered across the floor. Logan and Virgil couldn't help but smile at Roman's handiwork. "I thought we could use a cosy blanket fort to take a nap in after all that." Patton explained, summoning his cat onesie. Logan and Virgil wanted to protest but couldn't fight back their own yawns. Roman and Virgil summoned their onesies while Logan summoned his blue pyjamas. "Come on, Logan. If I'm doing this, there's no reason you shouldn't." Virgil argued. Logan wanted to protest but found himself too tired to do so and summoned his onesie. The four Sides cuddled up together under the blankets and enjoyed a well-deserved afternoon nap.

#my posts #submission #tickling #tickle fic #sanders sides tickling #anne onymous

[sleepygaymerdisease]

i cant sleep because i just remembered how like 3 years ago i went and bought starbucks for myself and like im always vaguely confused my fuckin bad but starbucks in particular confuses the shit out of me because i dont know a single damn thing about coffee. and anyway i remember standing around waiting for my drink right but somebody took mine without realizing and they bitched with their friends about the drink being slightly-Not What They Ordered and their name being spelled wrong (it wasnt. it was my name.) and i was too overwhelmed to say anything because it was loud as shit in there so i just took the girl's drink and had that in defeated silence but idk i guess something about my general demeanor made the girl suddenly connect the dots and her friend group started giggling and laughing at me? as if i fucked up? and one of them was mocking my name like ooooohhh THIS must be "ani" ahahahaha!! and like god damn i just walked out and did my best to pretend that i didnt hear all that. even though this whole situation was their fault. idk why this was so haunting to me but its keeping me up.

#ok i lied i do know why its haunting. its because beinf mocked in public is scary even when its stupid and doesnt mean anything. #the harm that bitchy white girls can cause is so immmense they need to be stopped or something. but maybe i was just the fool walking into #their natural college campus starbucks habitat. i dont even remember what i ordered. i just remember feeling like i was gonna faint after #walking out of the building. both because of the horrors of being mocked and because of the Noise. wayyyy too loud. society if i had headpho #WAIT I DID HAVE HEADPHONES. thats how i pretended i wasnt paying attention... i didnt have any music playing but they assumed i did so. yeah #anyway i will try to sleep now without thinkjng of the Scary Starbucks Cringe Comp #anis gaymer moments

[naturalbloodstainblonde]

wwoooowoowowo the way I cringed up when I read that :0 (yk, not as in "eww cringe" but my body... ehhh like I turned into a raisin lolol) Yeah I just drank some coffee (had 6 yesterday lol) and I feel v vulnerable and paranoid ahahahaha

who are you….. what did i say to make you cringe? i’m confused

#i’m fucking stupid

[loquaciousquark]

4-Sided Dive Highlights - Critical Role C3 up to E58 (May. 17, 2023)

Rolling right into the next one, tonight’s guests are Aabria, Christian, Sam, and Travis. We open with Christian wearing sunglasses inside due to one eye being very light sensitive. Travis wins host and hulas his way into a monologue about an increasingly frantic recap of the recent plot, capping off with a ventriloquism segment and a French puppet wolf. It's...not...good, haha.

What the Fuck is Up with That? Sam reveals he verbally bleeps curse words when his kids watch the show, ha. Sam absolutely loves having the guests and mixing up the company. Sam to Aabria: "How do I know you?" Aabria: "What?" It turns out he means how did they meet? Aabria did a D20 game with Matt and Marisha (Pirates of Leviathan). Christian slid into Sam's DMs on Instagram, ahahahaha, and asked him for coffee with Marisha. Incredible! He just felt that Christian had a good heart! Sam, what in the world!

Aww, Christian is still such a fan of the show! (The way he's talking right now is very much like Jeremy Dooley from AH right after he first got hired.) He & Aabria got together for a Session Zero at Matt's place and feel like brother/sister now. They built the characters together. FRIDA came first & Aabria wanted to explore some holes in the world and was able to match elements around FRIDA's build. Plus they didn't know which members of the regular cast they'd be with. As Aabria developed the character Matt instantly decided she'd be paired with Travis. Christian knew FRIDA's color palette before anything else, ha! He knew he wanted to build a complementary character for Sam because he's grateful to the opportunities Sam had given him.

FRIDA has the level of rogue because they'd wandered around for a while on their own, and the cleric levels from Deanna's influence.

Aabria was determined to be a nice generous cleric to counteract any expectations of hard-ass-ness from Laerryn, ha! She picked the Dawnfather because he's one of the most hardline Prime Deities; she's a full cleric with off vibes. She wanted a contrast to FCG, who's in the position of a supplicant; she wanted someone more under the thumb of a deity in order to bring more facets of those relationships. Travis: "A perpetual IOU."

Deanna was one of the names from Chetney's vision; she was fully a Matt invention. Aabria loved the idea of being a past relationship and sent notes to Matt; then the day before they started filming Travis sent more notes to Matt saying she was a fling. "Damn it, I got downgraded to a fling before I even walked in!" Travis had to firm out Chet's backstory as they got to Uthodurn.

Sam really wanted to see Travis kill Santa, but Matt made Oltgar too regretful. Travis loves taking the dark routes in video games when available, but "with Mercer there's so much heart. I feel bad."

They had probably more god advancement in the last seven episodes than the entire campaign. I'm realizing this is about where I am in my show watch, which is why it all feels so current to me! Everyone loved the Changebringer stuff, except Travis could do without the Ring girl hair.

Ludinus was behind it from the start?! What the hell does the leather armor do? He caused the corruption of the Savalirwood 500 years ago, which means he's been planning this for a long time. He tried to kill them with Molaesmyr and corrupted the land, founded the Cerberus Assembly; he's constantly reaching back for the glory of the Age of Arcanum. Everyone hated the freaky animals.

The Rexxentrum Toy Authority was a beautiful moment! Sam: "Why would you come up with a three-letter moniker that was actually standing for something else??"

Sam is very grateful for this arc because it gave a lot of meat to his character. He feels that he's been asking so many questions: who am I, what are dreams, am I alive, who are the gods, I want answers. Now he has a connection with his god, a connection with FRIDA--it doesn't really matter what his original design to kill was for because he has such a bright path forward.

Deanna was built to complement many characters, and Aabria leaned into certain facets for this party over others. "The dying and come back was very built in for Laudna and Ashton and Orym especially" because she spent a lot of her life constantly bringing her husband back from 0 hp. She liked playing with the weird, unresolved feelings of knowing that the dead person isn't gone, just static and waiting. The husband is still alive but is super old???? Ha! "Dustyl" is his name.

Everyone's enjoyed exploring the haunted areas of Exandria. Travis describes several locations on the maps in detail from memory and everyone ribs him a little; it's really cute! Everything was a little wrong in the Savalirwood.

Sam thinks Fearne should have the staff. Fearne having teleportation would be incredible. FCG's coin has a once-a-day power that can cause distractions, ask the Changebringer a question, or get a luck point (which everyone's sure he'll use right away).

The last two interactions with the gods were fascinating because they weren't requests for help, they were demands. Deanna thought she'd died for a second at the end.

Aabria went pure life cleric specifically because she wanted to lean into the drama of resurrection magic being off the table. "Someone's dead? Oh, I'm great at this! Oh...wait..."

Jerry stole the show. Everyone agrees the goats are giant food.

Travis is sad they didn't fight the pterodactyl thing. FRIDA is intentionally built like a tank & has had Death Ward most of the time, so they intentionally drew aggro.

Travis intentionally pulled Chet away from the group when the moon started changing him specifically to avoid endangering the guests, and then Christian went after him! I have spelled "intentionally" wrong as "intentially" every single time. Christian knew it wasn't a "smart" play but thought it would be fun to interact with Chet, and that'll trump optimization every time for him.

The Tower of Inquiry! Favorite encounter so far? Travis: the Ludinus showdown. Sam: Laudna going down and not knowing how to Revivify. (Aabria asked if she could play Otohan and Matt was like, what? No!) Christian: the heist race where Ashton got the bust! Aabria: the same fight as Sam.

How does it feel being part of a larger group? Sam: FCG's entire first group died, so this new group is a lot of pressure. FCG's been one event away from berserkness multiple times. Every time they long rest, Sam can roll a d4 to reduce stress points, but he's self-imposed a rule that he doesn't do so on non-active days.

Sam literally leans over to Travis about his old age rules. Travis has to roll a 100 on the dice (three 0s) in order for Chet to drop dead. He's not concerned at all that it'll happen; Sam is hilariously concerned.

The Deep Dive, sooner than usual! Sam absolutely loved the interaction with the bull. He's delighted "the power of friendship" mattered.

Travis has been sitting on the RTC reveal for a while. He sat down a while back and really mapped out a lot of Chet's backstory and where he traveled, and again pulls out tons of map details like the Wuyun Gorge. The one place he hasn't been yet is Issylra.

FRIDA is a little nervous about turning into a werewolf; being around the group made them more comfortable, but the reveal of killing all those people is concerning. FRIDA also felt they were able to see Chet inside the beast during that fight & loves the idea of being unadulterated & free. Christian texted Matt & asked what it all meant that night, and just got in return, "ahahahahahahahaha". Ha!

Aabria is fascinated that developing these relationships with Bell's Hells has changed the previously friendly ease Deanna had with FRIDA. It's not quite a strain, but it is a reevaluation which is not settled; it's painful. FRIDAY had a strong opinion on the absence of pain and the absence of sadness; he hadn't appreciated how important current relationships were before FCG. Sam: "We have so much in common. We're both metal. We're both murderers."

Sam butchers the FRIDA acronym, which Aabria of course nails. Far-Ranging Integrated Defense Aeormaton. FCG is scared about the Changebringer's lack of clarity, and fears for the future. Travis suggests that if FRIDA dies, FCG should incorporate their body parts. Christian: I'd give you FRIDA's legs.

Everyone laughs at the size differences/similarities in their partners. Dani's (female) SO and she share clothes. Sam shrinks things in the dryer and gives them to Quyen. Alissa is taller than Christian so she can't wear his clothes; same for Aabria and her husband. Travis rolling over in bed is a literal health hazard for Laura, ha!

It took Travis forever to realize Deanna was his Deanna; Aabria even pointed to her name & he didn't get it. When it did click, the panic was real; he had acid reflux and realized she knew the backstory and he didn't! He didn't know if he should be angry or happy or neutral to see her; he had to wait until he had more context clues.

The romance for FCG and FRIDA was organic in nature. Originally they'd thought Deanna & FRIDA might have something, but it didn't pan out. Sam did text Christian to make sure they could lean in after.

Aabria loved getting to play with a character she helped develop in ExU (Fearne).

Tower of Inquiry, Redux: character's favorite board games? Chet: Chutes & Ladders. Deanna: Pandemic. FRIDA: Risk. FCG: Operation.

Post-Break Shenanigans: Super Smash Brothers! Sam: Dark Samus. Travis: Wolf. Aabria: Kirby. Christian: ROB.

Travis thought Oltgar was going to be more of a shit, but he's 100% okay tracking Drixlich instead.

Deanna is concerned after the conversation with the Dawnfather because while it's on brand, she fears losing her powers/life. She'd rather pay it forward first.

Sam wins round one! Huh! Round two: Sam: random (Falco), Travis: Ganondorf, Aabria: Ganondorf, Christian: ROB again.

FCG is weirdly comforted to have direction from the Changebringer; Sam likes her vibe. He was little freaked out by how demanding she was at the end but looks forward to exploring that relationship.

Christian wonders if FRIDA belonged to Ludinus. All he gave Matt was the dream of the child's legs. Time runs out on the second round and Christian takes it by percentage!

Round three: everyone picks random. Sam: Diddy Kong, Travis: Terry, Aabria: Kirby, Christian: Bayonetta.

How does Chet feel about the gods? It's only a matter of time before Chetney takes the gods' place.

FRIDA was very freaked out by fighting Aeormatons, but Chet's gift especially helped a lot.

Deanna feels that while the gods aren't a nascent part of the world, if it weren't them, it'd be someone else. Sam found it hard to play a religious character because his instinct is to be subversive.

Sam asked Matt if FCG had his initials carved on him somewhere after FRIDA revealed theirs. Matt said, "you don't know," then let Sam throw out a handful of suggestions for what the acronym stood for. He didn't know which until the moment, though. The entire conversation was inspired by Christian's play; "Christian did a cool thing and I wanted to steal it."

Christian's best friend Jack was helping him with acronyms; Christian had come up with "FRIDA" and Jack defined it in about thirty seconds, haha. Backronyms!

Travis loved the first Catha transformation. Now he has to decide who to transform into a werewolf. Everyone loves "Bells Heals" as a minigroup name, and "LoveLetters" and "Body Count" for the FRIDA/FCG ship.

Aabria found the two relationships with Deanna/Laerryn very different; with Sam she planned it out, and with Travis she knew she was surprising him. She is fully embracing the "we've already banged" dynamic for all her characters now.

The post-credits scene is a cutout of Sam spinning into the abyss.

That's that! One more 4SD is out right now (came out yesterday), but I'm going to catch up on the show first!

#4 sided dive #4 sided dive spoilers #critical role #critical role spoilers #talks machina #long post for ts

[calpicowater]

Week 38.5/52: September 18th - September 24th 2023 | Early Birthday Dinner 🎂

Went to eat nice dinner with Vicky on the Sunday before my birthday at Brix & Mortar courtyard. Annual tradition for me to always celebrate with her the weekend before my actual day because my birthday never falls on a weekend (tragic). The courtyard was so pretty and nice vibes in there!! The weather wasn't too good on this day but I still had a great time ^_^ Thank you Vicky again for the annual birthday card (she drew me baby yoda this year; so cute)! I tried their wild salmon and fries. Very yum and filling. For dessert, I tried their Vietnamese coffee creme brulee and strawberry panna cotta. I love the creme brulee a LOT... it came with a macaron of the same flavour. I stole my dad's blazer for today's outfit and I think it went really well together AHAHAHAHA.

#365 #52 #ootd #birthday #27th birthday #jing black dress #doc martens 1461 #dad blazer #by far bag #creme brulee #panna cotta #salmon #thankful always for bday season <3 #thank u vicky!! #xr camera is soooo nice for selfies and half body shots like these #skin SMOOTH

[mayuris-basement-dweller]

OMG I got tagged for the Fanfiction Writer Bingo!

Thanks for tagging me @bleachbleachbleach!

So...

I tried my best to make this look presentable!

So Pink is things I fully agree with and Green is things I agree with partially.

1. Wattpad phase? Didn't really have one. But I read some fics there sometimes. And also did on FF.net and LiveJournal. Never had accounts, though.

2. I do, I do actually! I plan on... Doing something with it. Someday. I am known as Lunagan, there. You might see me commenting on your stuff sometimes!

3. I write smut yes. Sometimes just to keep my mind out of other things.

4. Guess you can say I beta read something for someone once.

5. Wrote a self-indulgent fic? Nope. I didn't "wrote" one, I write lots of them. All of my fics are self-indulgent!

6. I do! Expect me to comment and scream and put lots of unreadable stuff in your comments. I am just like that!

7. I did. Will do so again. If I like your stuff, I will give you Kudos with glee in my heart. TO MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND I LOVE IT.

8. Fluff makes me cry. Please make me cry.

9. Now this one. I am a Kenmayu writer first, rest second. But let me be clear... I do have full intentions on writing Isane/Unohana, Soi Fon/Yoruichi, someday. This latter one I kinda already did? I heavily imply it 😉

10. Now I said I partially agree and it's truly that. Genre doesn't matter to me. If you wanna read it, read it. Doesn't matter if it's literature or not. If it pleases your heart, read it.

11. Look, I can write LOTR as well as I can Bleach. It's just that I have been mainly a Bleach writer recently.

12. I don't love it, but I don't hate it either. It's always good to learn new stuff!

13. I always have the canvas and the paint... Problem is actually painting the thing hehe.

14. I... Will. When I publish something. When I find courage.

15. I DID GET FANART, YES! Credit to the lovely @raberris , go check em' out, lovely arts all around! Also @seeveekat , I owe them my Gang AU!

16. Ahahahaha. All of them. All of my fics.

17. It isn't hell... But I do forget loads of stuff. I am a terrible editor 😔

18. When showering. When walking. When watching something completely unrelated. LITERALLY ANYTIME.

19. I don't need coffee or tea... It does help, though.

20. "Fangs". All my attention. It needs. And I gotta FOCUS.

21. That is the dream, yes... Dunno if it will ever happen, though.

I write for Bleach, mainly. Can do LOTR. And LORD HELP ME, but Gomens caught my eye so much (I just find Aziraphale to be the cutest bunny bunny honeybun!) Also could write for Zelda!

And I tag two illustrious members of the Kurotsuchi Council, @seeveekat and @missingmayuri, and also fellow writer @heretostealyogirl . Only if you, my friends, want to... No pressure!

Template under the cut!

Thanks for the tag again ❤️

#writing #writing meme

[headingalaxys-spicy]

That platonic protector ask, but with Germany and France?? Only if it’s cool with you!!

This will be a pairing so Yandere Platonic! GerFra x Reader

So yeah GERFRA action with this ahahahahah.

Also with some spice so have fun.

🇫🇷France 🇫🇷

Yandere France is more of the obsessive type. He loves to be your hairdresser, designer, stylist, cook etc. This may not be a bad thing because you will never leave the house looking frunpy.

He will take over what you eat because if he sees you scarf down another bowl of cheap ass noodles he will have a mental breakdown. It especially drives him mad when you eat it like it’s divine food. *cue him biting a napkin in despair with tears flying from his eyes*

“Mon cher non. I can’t spend another second seeing you eat that low-quality food.”

When you are not near him he will text you constantly to see if you’re okay. You’d receive texts like ‘Lovely where are you. You’ve not replied in 3 hours. I’m getting worried.” He will have a search team look for you at the 5-hour mark. And he will smother you and not let you leave his sight for a few days. “You made me worry!”

🇩🇪Germany 🇩🇪

The level-headed one and as a yandere, he’s super overprotective and overbearing even when it’s platonic.

It will be a thing that he has the best well-trained German Shepard guard your house 24/7. He’ll even let you pet the good doggo if you can accept your new life as their live-in friend.

I mean getting cuddles, doggos, epic food and protection isn’t a bad deal.

Both of them would prefer to not have to capture you but they do have their breaking points. France would be sooner to snap than Germany.

How you met them:

Germany and Ludwig were doing one of their bi-weekly strolls through the mall. Ludwig didn’t care much for shopping but liked to have a good excuse to hold Francis's hand. Ludwig just passively window shopped while France had a passion for finding the most fantastic ensemble.

“Jackpot! Ludwig! I’ve hit gold my favorite boutique is having a sale along with releasing a new collection today.” Francis tripped over himself typing to dash towards the boutique's entrance. Fortunately, Ludwig was there to halt his dissent towards the marble floor. He had him by the waist and hoisted him up. He drew Francis in close and hugged him so tightly that he could feel Ludwigs expand.

“Don’t injure yourself Liebling.”

“Hon hon hon Allemangne~ later will be fun of course because I have a boudoir set I want to give you tonight.” He rubbed his nose to his in a cute way that made the German’s heart flutter. Francis giggled at Ludwig he enjoyed seeing him red and flustered.

“Ahahahaha zhat is nice Francis but please can you not say it so loudly. Or not in public?”

Francis takes the initiative and seals his lips with a kiss. He pulls back after a few moments and pauses to drink in the water from Germany’s crystal blue eyes.

“Well, I’ll see you in an hour frenchie. I need some more strong coffee.” I’m heading to that cafe over there and wait for you.” He gives Francis a kiss on his cheek before he headed off.

In just a few moments Francis would join Ludwig at the cafe. All was fine until an irate middle-aged man decided that today was the day that the cashier in the coffee shop had some hell to pay. Y/N a twenty-something just trying to survive on a paycheck that doesn’t make up for the hell she puts up with. Rude people who honestly wanted a freebie were the worst type because the audacity of some of these motherfuckers was real. Oh, how you held your tongue. A saintly job that required all of your sanity.

“YOU ARE A BITCH YOUR STEALING FROM ME!” (I may or may not be venting here.) The man shouts enraged over the fact that he spent his entire gift card at a previous store. And he wanted a refund because he didn’t like his ‘service’. You were edging on trying not to cry it had already been a long shift and you had two more hours to survive still. Your anxiety spiked and your body had chosen the freeze mode. Since the man wasn’t willing to listen to reason he can listen to silence. Of course, Gentleman Germany won’t allow this to continue.

Germany slammed his muscular hand down on the table with such force that left a dent in the wooden counter.

“Listen Schlampe If you don’t vant your tongue ripped from your skull I suggest you leave the lady alone. She doesn’t need anozhar asshole like you.” The man was stunned for a few moments.

“Whatever GI JOE!” He shouted back he put his old nasty Roten finger in his face. Ludwig takes not shit especially not people who show nothing but disrespect. He twisted his hand downwards. The man lets out a short but sharp yelp that scraped against the eardrums.

‘This guy really is an idiot.’

“Are you alright Fraulien?” He wanted to try to reassure the …really lovely barista. ‘Mein gott in himmel.’

“Yeah, just having a difficult shift haha. He’s the third freak-out that I’ve had today. And honestly don’t want to be here right now.” You were glad that someone stepped up but miserable because this was your daily life that had you stuck on an endless loop. You were drowning in it.

The man who recovered from the initial beat down still hadn’t had enough. He lunges for Germany because his overblown pride wouldn’t accept any other option. Ludwig uses his momentum against the medium-sized bulldozer. He slammed him to the ground and the man fell with a heavy thud to the wood-panneled floor. The man grunted in pain as Ludwig put his foot on his pudgy stomach.

“Listen here Schlampe . Now is a good time for you to leave. Unless you want to be 6ft and below.” The evil and cold look bit down on the mans pride and ego like the first bite of fresh wurst.

With a shaky voice, the man squeeked out a ‘yes’ and proceeded to limp away.

“Thank you. You can have this.” You handed him a free drink card you could hand to customers on occasions that they didn’t like their drink or it was made incorrectly.

“Thanks. So y/n how often are you here?”

German will inquire about your life and manage to get your number because in his heart he knows that he wants to protect you with his life. You were a klines Blumen who needed a strong force to keep people who want to crush you away.

“Mon Dieu She’s adorable ! Ludwig who is this!? Nice to meet you y/n I’m Francis. Enchante. Chere.” He kisses your hand like a prince.

This is going to be the day that they adopt you.

Turns out the old man that Germany managed to get out of your store was a part of the mafia and that means you’ll be harassed a lot so much so it’s not in your benefit to continue your employment. Of course, Francis and Ludwig are eager to get you under their care where you’ll be safe and won’t have to worry.

They will encourage you to pursue what you actually want to do in life: a designer, streamer, singer, engineer etc. They want to see you be had and have a fulfilled life.

Living with them is interesting you get to hear them have lovers quarrels all the time. And your vocabulary now knows French and German swear words.

“Verdammt Frenchie ! Ausgereizte Kredikarte. WAS ZUR Hölle !?!“

*continues arguing*

When these two make up they will vanish from the house for the night for passionate sex in a secluded area and they’re kinda loud. They’re both into the idea of the danger of being caught.

Life with your two protectors is interesting because they’re extreme opposites. But it tastes well together like strawberries and chocolates.

They’re most likely to be the most stable platonic that wants to take care of you. It would be a perfect balance of regulations (Germany) and some freedom (France)

#hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws #hws america #headingalaxys writes stuff #yandere hetalia #yandere x reader #headingalaxys spicy #hetalia headcanons #hetalia france #hws france #hws germany #gerfra

[thelavendersquid]

Doing You A Favor

It's Do A Grouch A Favor Day so naturally I had to torment my favorite grouchy angel. My tired boi deserves a good laugh and Faron and Forrest are always happy to provide. These are my original characters from my fantasy novel series - if you want to see more of them please let me know!!

(ao3 link here)

Wordcount: 826

“Hey Cal, what do you get when you cross a lemon with a cat?”

Cal glanced up from where he was scooping coffee grounds into the machine. He narrowed his eyes slightly at Faron before turning back to his task without a word.

“A sour-puss.” Faron laughed out loud at his own joke. Cal felt the tug of magic but brushed it off without a second thought. He turned towards the dark-haired man and met his wide grin with a frown.

“Nice try Faron, but you have to get up pretty early in the morning for that to work on me.” Cal turned back to his coffee.

Faron’s grin never slipped. He leaned back against the cabinets, crossing his arms. “Oh it wasn't supposed to. I’m just the distraction.”

Cal looked up sharply. “Distraction? Distraction for wha-AH!” Cal jerked forward, away from the set of fingers that had suddenly crawled up his sides. He attempted to spin around - unsuccessfully, as the curly-haired young man behind him had an iron grip.

Forrest gave the angel a bright grin. “Hi Cal!” He wiggled his fingers against Cal’s sides again.

“Forrest, wh-ahahahaha what are you do-heheheAHhehe-ing?” Cal was sliding down the kitchen counter towards the floor, twisting left and right in a desperate attempt to get away.

Forrest followed him, still grinning ear to ear and fingers still dancing against his sides. “Tickling you, obviously!”

“Wh-hahahaHAHA-WHYYY?” Cal was now on the floor, barely able to get the word out through his laughter as Forrest’s hands moved on to his stomach.

Forrest laughed. “It’s Do A Grouch A Favor Day! I’m doing you a favor!”

“This isn’t a favor!” Cal’s wings appeared, snapping out with a sudden force. Forrest laughed again as they smacked him in the face, then grabbed onto one and slid his fingers under the feathers. Cal shrieked and rolled onto his side, burying his face in his hands and giving in to laughter.

“Yes it is! I’m making you less grouchy! And I think it’s working!”

“Heaven knows you need it,” Faron said from across the room, where he was watching with a bright grin. Cal, eyes still squeezed tightly shut, summoned the coordination to pull a hand away from his face and flip him off - and to send a flash of magic in his direction as he did so. Faron felt it scurry up his spine and burst into laughter of his own, wrapping his arms around himself as the ticklish energy darted across his skin.

Cal smirked at this - but only for a moment, before Forrest shoved his hands underneath his shirt to attack the bare skin. “AHHAHAHAHA - FORREST!” He collapsed back onto the floor, laughing too hard to get out another word. Forrest laughed with him.

Forrest tickled him for another minute, fingers dancing across every inch of Cal he could reach while the angel laughed himself to tears - and made very little attempt to get away, appearing to have accepted his fate. Faron, who might have joined in, was kept too busy giggling thanks to Cal’s own ticklish magic that still scurried through his bones.

It was when this magic began trailing off - Faron’s laughter fading into nothing but a wide grin - that Forrest finally slowed his attack. He stilled his hands before gently pulling them away, grinning down at a thoroughly un-grouched Cal. The angel’s hair was a tousled mess, his wing feathers sticking out in all directions, tears were streaked across his bright red face, and his arms were thrown over his face in an - unsuccessful - attempt to stifle his lingering giggles. Forrest laughed down at him then held out a hand, which Cal took after a moment. He helped the angel sit up, propping him against the cabinets, and shuffled around to sit next to him. Cal leaned his head against his shoulder as his own shoulders shook with the last of his giggles.

Faron, who had finished making the cup of coffee Cal had been working on, brought it over and handed it to the angel. Cal straightened up and took a sip. “Now we’re on the right track. If you wanted to make me less grouchy you could have just brought me coffee sooner.” His tone was gruff, but Forrest was delighted to notice that he still wore a smile.

Faron laughed as he plopped down on Cal’s other side. “That’s not as fun.”

Cal heaved a sigh, then held out an arm for Faron as he sat down, wrapping it around his shoulders and pulling him closer. He set his cup down - using his wing to pull Forrest closer as he did so - and snuggled into both of them, resting his head on Faron’s shoulder as Forrest snuggled close on his other side.

After a moment Cal muttered, “I will get revenge, you know.” Both werewolves immediately tensed against him and Cal couldn’t hold back a laugh.

Maybe this day wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#they’re dorks your honor #tickle fic #tickling #my writing #my OCs #my fics #tickle community #tickling community #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #tickle writing

[sunstone-smiles]

uhh maybe 12 or 30 with edgeworth and franziska? or edgeworth and kay?

Hello Anon! I hope you enjoy Day 12 of Tickletober: Surprise!

How to Effectively Surprise an Enemy

Series: Ace Attorney Investigations

Characters: Miles Edgeworth and Kay Faraday

Words: 554

Summary: When Edgeworth leaves Kay on the other side of the office to do what she calls ‘stealth training,’ an unexpected event occurs soon after that takes him completely by surprise. Enjoy!

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Edgeworth pours himself a glass of tea as he looks out the window. The sun is out and the sky is a void of bright blue, only a few clouds float in the air to give it the look of a portrait. It’s calm. Peaceful. That is, until he hears a shuffling coming from under his desk. 

He looks down, teacup in his hand, and notices Kay on all fours, who’s trying to curl herself completely under the furniture.

“Kay…What on Earth are you doing?” Edgeworth reluctantly asks.

The girl looks around the corners of the desk like she was watching out for someone. “I’m doing some great thief stealth training!” she whispers, still loud enough for the prosecutor to hear her clearly.

Edgeworth raises a brow. “Stealth training?”

“Yeah, I have to make sure to find the cover I need to launch a sneak attack against the enemy.”

The man rolls his eyes and makes his way over to the other side of the room, where the couch awaits so he can drink his tea in peace. He places his cup on the nearby coffee table and prepares to sit himself down, turning his head away from Kay’s direction. “Well then, I’m going to be over here.” He takes a seat. “Don’t bother—huh?” Edgeworth pauses when he looks back at the now unoccupied side of the room. 

Kay, who he assumed was still under the desk, had vanished. He leans forward a bit, trying to see if she had maneuvered herself behind the piece of furniture. Nothing. Puzzled, Edgeworth scans his eyes around the office to find any trace of her, but all he sees are his case files lining the walls, leaving no other place for her to hide.

“Kay, where did you go?” He quiets himself down and attempts to listen to any sort of shuffling that the girl could be making, but the silence is thick, frightening even, like he was inside of a horror movie where the monster was just waiting to pop out— 

“Surprise!” Kay suddenly yells from behind the couch, then darts her hands over the top of the cushions to tickle the prosecutor’s sides.

“AHACK! Kay!” Edgeworth jumps from both the unexpected scare and from the feeling of her little fingers suddenly wiggling into his torso. He tenses up his body, clamping his arms down for protection and tries to hold in his laughter. “How did you get ohohover here?!” he accidentally lets a few giggles slip from his growls.

“I told you, I was doing stealth training! Follow your target’s momentum close by and then when they’re not looking, surprise them!” 

The prosecutor nearly grits his teeth, not wanting to let any more laughter sneak out than it already has. “A-Alright! You’ve proven your point. Now would you please sto-AHahahaha!” Edgeworth suddenly jolts backwards into the cushions when Kay moves her fingers up to his ribs, causing the floodgates of the prosecutor’s laughter to break. He wraps his arms around himself and lifts his legs to his chest to curl up into a ball on the sofa. 

“Kahahahahay!” he tries to call her while burying his face in the back cushions.

“Haha!” Kay laughs triumphantly, “It looks like this training session was a success!”

Definitely successful in catching Edgeworth completely off guard, that’s for sure.

#Dabbles from Sunstone #augtickletober2022 #tickletober2022 #tickletober #ace attorney #ace attorney investigations #miles edgeworth #kay faraday #ace attorney fanfiction #ace attorney fanfic #sfw fanfiction #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

[intheticklecloset]

Black Clover Coffee Shots #1-10

A collection of the Black Clover Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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1) Lee Asta, Ler Yuno

“You’re faking.”

The words were blunt, on point, and totally unexpected. Asta looked up at Yuno in surprise. “What?”

“You heard me.” Yuno plopped down beside him on the log, staring into the fire along with him. “You pretend a lot, but you can’t get it past me when you’re really hurting, you know.”

Asta frowned. “Get what past you? I’m not hiding—”

Yuno turned and looked at him. Hard.

“…fine.” The magicless boy huffed out a sigh. “But it’s not like it gets to me all the time.”

“I know. But it’s getting to you now.”

“Whatever.” Asta got to his feet. “I’ll sleep it off and be fine by morning.”

Yuno grabbed his arm and pulled him right back down. “Uh, no. We’re going to make sure you go to bed feeling better, not wait for sunshine to cure you.”

“Yeah? And what’s your bright idea for how to do that, genius? You’re the one who has all the crazy powerful magic, after all. Not me.”

Yuno felt the words stab him a little, though he knew they weren’t meant to be mean against him specifically. Asta – for all of his brazen bravado and never-give-up attitude – did have rare moments of being truly upset by the fact that he’d never manifested any kind of magical power at all. Put him beside Yuno, who seemed to have everything, and well…it could be a lot sometimes.

But Yuno was not going to let his friend stay down in the dumps. Especially now that he’d gotten a Grimoire just like he always wanted and proved himself to be just as worthy as anyone else.

“Easy,” he said now, reaching out to pull Asta into his chest, wrapping his arms around him. “Like this.”

“Are you hugging me? Ah! Ahahahaha wait, nohohohoho!” As expected, Asta began laughing and struggling immediately, forcing Yuno to tighten his grip to ensure he wouldn’t wriggle away. “That’s cheheheheheating! Dohohohohon’t!”

The taller boy smiled a little, continuing to tickle his ribs and sides playfully. “Not cheating. This is a perfectly valid form of cheering up. Besides, you use it against me all the time when you can’t win any other way.”

“Exahahahahahactly! Quit tahahahahaking my one tahahahalent away from me! YIEE!!” Asta tossed his head back and barked out a shrieking laugh when Yuno drilled into his belly. “YUNO!! Nohohohohohohohoho! Not thehehehehehehere!”

Yuno chuckled into his ear, and Asta hated to admit it, but between the playful torture and the love he could feel radiating from his friend, he was beginning to feel a little better. Still…

“You thihihihihink you’ll gehehehehehet away with thihihihihihis?! I’ll gehehehehet you back twihihihihihice as bad, Yunohohohohoho!”

Yuno smirked. “Looks like your fighting spirit is back, Asta.”

*

2) Lee Noelle, Ler Asta

One of these days Asta really was going to get himself killed, but thanks to Noelle’s quick thinking, today was not that day.

“Idiot!” she fumed, heart racing frantically at how close of a call that had been.

They were outside the Black Bulls base, practicing together. Noelle’s magic still needed some fine-tuning, and Asta had wanted to practice deflecting attacks that were random and strong. It had all been going all right until one of her spells went totally awry and she’d had to grab his arm to maneuver his magic-cancelling sword at the giant ball of water that was careening toward him from high above.

Asta was undeterred, however, jumping up and down excitedly. “Whoa, that was great, Noelle!”

“It was not great!” she spat back, trying to fight down her panic. “I could have killed you! This was a bad idea. We shouldn’t be doing this in the first place. You could have gotten—”

Arms wrapped around her, holding her steady and close, cutting off the rest of her speech.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he told her gently, seriously. “It takes more than that to scare me off. You know that.”

Noelle flushed scarlet at the kind gesture, trying to shove him away. “L-Let me go, Dorksta! Get your commoner hands off of m-mehehehehe! Hey!” Suddenly giggles were bubbling up in her throat beyond her control. It took her a moment to realize one of his hands had left her back to start scribbling across her belly. “Dorkstahahahaha! Quit thahahahat!”

“Relax! You’re more in control than you think you are.” Asta beamed at her. “Hey, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so big before! It looks good on you.”

Noelle twisted so her back was to him, trying to hide her face, but now both his hands were tickling her tummy, making her squeal and wiggle and laugh in his arms. Her wand dropped to the ground in the tussle, though she hardly noticed.

“Ahahahahahasta!” she pleaded, desperately trying to fight back a snort. She was a princess! She didn’t—

Asta gasped excitedly. “Did you just snort?! Oh man! You must be really ticklish here, huh, Noelle?”

They never did get back to training that day.

*

3) Lee Asta, Ler Noelle

Noelle had no idea where she’d gotten the courage to do what she was currently doing, but she was doing it now, so she might as well see it through, right?

Asta squawked and curled in on himself, giggling hysterically as her fingers kneaded his sides, trying to get around to his stomach – a near impossible task when she was behind him and his back was to her.

“Noelle! Cuhuhuhuhut it out!” he cried, grabbing onto her fingers more gently than she’d have anticipated given his circumstances.

“No way, dorksta!” she shot back, trying instead to worm up into an armpit. “You deserve this for being a total idiot!”

Asta yelped and clamped his arm to his side, still trying to wiggle away from her. “Buhuhuhut it wohohohohorked, didn’t ihihihit?!”

“That’s no excuse for you to rush into every battle without thinking it through first! You could have died!” Noelle finally managed to get one hand around to his belly, digging in with more ferocity now that she was remembering what had spurred her to attack him in the first place.

“Ahahahahahahahaha! W-Wahahahahait, Noelle!” Asta shrieked, finally twisting around to face her, his bright smile and pink cheeks making her heart flip in her chest even as he begged, “Nohohohot thehehehehehere! Please, Noehehehehehelle!”

She smiled despite herself, blushing at the adorable figure before her. Asta could be an idiot sometimes, for sure, but she knew that at heart he had nothing but the best intentions and the greatest of love for everyone he swung that anti-magic sword for.

So really, if any kind of punishment was in order, it was this kind. Gentle but ruthless, just like he was.

“Noelle, stahahahahahahap!”

“Tch, why should I?” she snapped, though she was still smiling. Good thing he was too distracted to notice. “Maybe this will teach you to rush into every fight without thinking, dorksta!”

*

4) Lee Yuno, Ler Asta

“You know what the best part about having an anti-magic sword is?” Asta asked Yuno out of nowhere one afternoon. They were visiting Hage Village and had decided to take a walk around, so it was just the two of them when the shorter boy spoke up.

Yuno gave him a smirk. “You don’t die when wizards are trying to kill you?”

Asta rolled his eyes. “Ha-ha. That’s definitely nice, but nope! It’s something else.”

“Do tell.”

“It means you can’t overpower me all the time anymore!”

“I don’t know about that.”

Asta humphed. “It does! Here, fight me. I’ll prove it!”

Yuno watched him summon his sword from his dark grimoire with a blank expression, making no move to call his own magic to the surface. “Asta.”

“What?”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“What?!” Asta stomped his foot and raised his sword. “I can match you now! Come on, Yuno!”

The darker haired boy barely raised his hand, and a strong gust of wind flew at his friend. Asta had always been unfazed by this attack before, but now he met it with a different type of confidence. He raised his weapon and sliced right through the wind as if it were paper, then charged forward.

Yuno was surprised to find himself having fun actually being able to spar with Asta now without fear of hurting him anymore. He’d always had to hold back, but now he didn’t need to. It was refreshing. He got so caught up in it, in fact, that he didn’t realize his friend’s ulterior motives until it was too late.

With one final swing of his weapon, Asta cut through Yuno’s offense and tackled him to the ground. They landed with a thud on the grass, but before Yuno could move, he felt fingers deep in his sides and he let out a squeaky yelp before dissolving into giggles.

“W-Wahahahahait! Asta!”

“See? Now that I have anti-magic, you can’t keep me from tickling you silly anymore!”

Yuno’s eyes widened. “You ihihihihihidiot! Thahahahahat’s what this was fohohohohor?!”

“Of course! Now, let’s see…” Asta grinned wickedly and sat on his arms to pin them down before going for his neck. “This was the spot, right?”

“AHAHAHAHAHASTA!!” Yuno shrieked with laughter, kicking his legs uselessly as his friend beamed down at him. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“That’s right, Yuno,” Asta cackled along with him. “Your magic can’t protect you from my tickly wrath anymore! I have a lot of lost time to make up for, so I hope you’re ready~”

Yuno was laughing for a long time that afternoon.

*

5) Lee Magna, Ler Luck

Luck was – for lack of a better word – completely and totally crazy.

And Magna was currently laughing his guts out, though he’d be lying if he said it didn’t honestly feel so good to do it. He hadn’t laughed like this in a long time.

But still…

“Luhuhuhuhuhuhuhuck, stahahahahahahap it!” he demanded through his hysterics, kicking his legs uselessly in the air behind his friend, who was currently straddling him, beaming down at him, and digging ruthlessly into his lower ribs.

“But you didn’t wanna fight me,” Luck returned with a playful whine. “So I have to convince you somehow!”

“All yohohohohohohou’re dohohohohoing is weheheheheakening me!” Magna pleaded, grasping Luck’s wrists and desperately trying to push him away to no avail. The little blonde sure could be strong when he wanted to! “I wohohohohon’t be ahahahahable to fihihihihight if you keheheheheheep going!”

“Then give up, and let’s spar!”

Ah, the crux of the problem. Magna didn’t want to fight; that’s what had gotten him here. But he didn’t want to keep getting tickled, either!

“Luhuhuhuhuhuck!”

“Wanna keep going, then? All right!” Luck giggled along with him and moved as though to wiggle into his underarms.

Magna instantly clamped his arms to his sides. “Nohohohohoho!”

“Open up, Magna!” Luck teased, easily lifting one arm above him and digging into the exposed armpit the instant it was available. Magna screamed, and Luck nearly lost his balance, laughing excitedly. “Ooh, this spot makes you go wild, doesn’t it?”

“GAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Magna begged, squirming and kicking and laughing himself hoarse. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, LUCK!!”

Nearby, Asta blinked at the unusual situation, not at all phased but slightly confused. “So…what happens if he gives up but can’t actually fight?”

Vanessa took a swig from her wine bottle and shrugged. “Then Magna keeps getting the snot tickled out of him. Luck is ruthless when he’s in a fighting mood.”

Going by the loud pleas for mercy falling from Magna’s lips at this point, Asta was more than inclined to believe her.

*

6) Lee Finral, Ler Noelle

Finral was scared of the dark.

There, he’d said it. Or, thought it.

There were a lot of things that terrified him, if he was honest – being alone, being useless, risking his life in battle – but the dark was a different kind of scary. He could handle being alone. He was used to feeling useless and risking his life in the Black Bulls. But the dark was unpredictable. Anything could happen, and that’s what made it so terrifying.

Someone poked his shoulder, and Finral let out a scream, flailing his arms wildly at whoever was nearby.

“Ow, ow! Finral!” Noelle snapped at him from somewhere on his right, catching his wrist in her hand. “It’s me, you idiot!”

“Sorry! I’m sorry,” he stammered, trembling as his eyes darted around, trying to find any kind of light source to latch onto. “I’d never hit a lady, much less a princess – I’m sorry!”

Noelle let out a huff, but her voice was gentler when she asked, “Are you okay?”

“S-Sure! It’s just a blackout, right? Haha…”

Her grip on his arm loosened, but she didn’t let go. Didn’t let him be alone. He loved her for that.

“You’re scared of the dark, aren’t you?”

Finral swallowed nervously, but he knew he couldn’t lie. She had to feel him trembling by now. “I…y-yeah, I…I can’t help it.”

“You commoners are so pathetic,” she muttered, but she pulled him closer anyway, her side pressed against his. “Fine, I’ll stay with you until someone remembers they have fire magic.”

It was only then that he remembered they weren’t alone. The rest of the Bulls could be heard scrambling about, bumping into each other and muttering curses. It was comforting to know they were all still nearby, even if he couldn’t see them.

“Thank you, Noelle,” he murmured. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

“Quit apologizing,” she grumbled, and this time the poke jabbed his ribs. He yelped, scooting away from her instinctively, and suddenly the silence was very obvious.

“N-Noelle?”

Fingers in his ribs, laughter bubbling up out of him before he could stop it, a firm grip on him even as he tried to squirm away. “W-Wahahahait, Noehehehehelle! Nohohohohoho! It tihihihihickles!”

“Good,” she said decisively, though there was an undercurrent of amusement in her tone as well. “You can make yourself useful by brightening up the place with your giggles.”

All of a sudden, Finral was grateful for the dark. As long as it was pitch black, no one could see him blushing and smiling at her teasing words.

*

7) Lee William, Ler Yami

“You want to be a stick in the mud? Fine. I have other ways of making you laugh.”

William turned around with a disinterested, “Hm?” seconds before Yami descended, grabbing him around the waist and digging his thumbs into his hips and fingers into his ribs.

“Ah! W-Whahahahat are you—?! Yahahahahahami!” William squealed, arms shooting down to try and pry him away. It was all useless, of course. Yami was bigger and stronger than he was in nearly every respect; he wasn’t getting out of this now and he knew it.

“There’s that laugh,” Yami grumbled good-naturedly, easily picking him up off the ground and hugging him close, fingers still tickling mercilessly. “Y’know, if you’d even just smiled at one of my jokes, I wouldn’t have to do this to you, golden boy.”

William could only laugh and struggle, trapped as he was in his rival’s hold. “Stahahahahahahap! Yahahahahahami, stahahahahahap it!”

Yami smirked. “Why should I? It’s good to see you smiling like that.”

“Plehehehehease, Yami! I cahahahahahan’t – ahahahahahaha!”

“Ooh, got a soft spot right here, eh?” Yami teased, shifting his grip so he could hold onto William with one hand and pinch at his hip with the other. “Careful, or your mask might fall off.”

“I dohohohohohohon’t cahahahahahare! Just plehehehehehehease!” William screeched, laughter bordering on hysteria the longer his hips were poked and prodded. He gave up trying to pry Yami away and instead started pounding on his chest in desperation. He’d never minded being on the shorter side, but right now it was only helping his rival take him down, and he hated that he felt so helpless. “Plehehehehease, stop, Yahahahahahami! Please, I beheheheheg you!”

“All right, all right. Guess I got what I wanted, anyway,” Yami relented, gently setting him back on his feet, making sure he wouldn’t immediately topple over before letting go. “There, see? Don’t you feel much better now, grumpy?”

William shivered, keeping his back turned on his friend as he tried to rein his uncontrollable smile back in somewhat. He didn’t want to admit it lest Yami decide this was a good way to get what he wanted all the time, but the smaller man had to admit that yes, he did feel a lot better than he had a few minutes ago.

“I appreciate you heeding my cries for mercy,” he said at last, daring a smile over his shoulder at the taller man. “Perhaps you’re not as ruthless as I believed you to be.”

Yami’s eyes darkened, and William knew he was in trouble even before his friend’s Grimoire appeared beside him. He took off at full sprint, but he knew it would be useless. He’d be caught either by Yami’s dark magic or the man himself, but either way, he wasn’t entirely unprepared to face the consequences.

He could use a bit more cheering up, after all.

*

8) Lee Finral, Ler Vanessa

“Hold still, Finral!” Vanessa laughed, chasing after the boy as he tried to roll away from her tickling fingers, cackling into the floor. One hand shakily reached back to try and grab her while the other clenched into a fist that pounded the ground.

“Cahahahahahan’t hehehehehehelp it!” Finral whined back. He let out a yelp when she suddenly flipped him onto his back and straddled his waist, making his eyes widen and blush darken. She latched onto his lower ribs and dug in ruthlessly, and he tossed his head back with a shriek, hands loosely grasped around her wrists. “Stahahahahahahahap!”

“Aww, but I just got started~” she teased, reaching one hand up to scribble against his neck. She grinned at his resulting squeak and scrunched shoulders. “You’re cute like this, Finral.”

“I’m nohohohohohohot!” he protested, then tried to wind it back by saying, “Wehehehehell, I mehehehehean, if you thihihihihink I’m cuhuhuhuhute, I guess thahahahahat’s okay – GAH!!”

Vanessa giggled along with him as he flailed his arms uselessly in her general direction. She’d reached behind her to grab one of his knees and squeeze, and the resulting ticklish panic on his face was well worth the risk of his potentially getting her back for this.

“Plehehehehehease, not agahahahahahain! Not thehehehehehehere!” he begged, briefly grasping her leg at one point before quickly pulling away a second later, his instinct to respect her overriding his desire to get away from her tickling.

“But I love how it makes you wiggle around like a fish out of water,” Vanessa cooed, slipping her fingers under his knee to get at the soft underside. “And hearing you laugh makes all of us happy, you know?”

Finral had his head tossed back with uncontrollable laughter at this point, but he still managed to catch what she’d said a few seconds later. “IT DOHOHOHOHOHOHOES?!”

“Of course! We like seeing you happy, sweetie.”

He blushed through his hysterics, arms flailing and legs scrabbling against the floor as much as they could in this position. Finally he settled for covering his face with his arms. “FIHIHIHIHIHINE!! I GUEHEHEHEHEHESS I CAN TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!”

Vanessa beamed at him and used her thread magic to make him uncover his face so she could see his huge smile. “That’s our Finral.”

*

9) Lee Asta, Ler Yuno

“You can’t use your fancy wind magic to barrage me with snowballs!” Asta shouted indignantly as he jumped to his feet, brushing snow from his Black Bulls uniform.

Yuno stood unbothered a few paces away, a tiny smile the only physical indication he’d heard his friend. “It’s the only way I can stand my ground, you dork. The rate at which you can make and throw snowballs at me is alarming. I’m just trying to keep up.”

Asta narrowed his eyes. “I can’t tell if you’re mocking me or complimenting me.”

“Because you’re a moron.”

“So you’re mocking me!”

“I’m honestly doing both. I’m both terrified of and annoyed with you for making me use magic to win a snowball fight.”

Asta appraised his friend for a moment, but seeing that tiny smile made him feel reassured that Yuno wasn’t mad. Not really. He grinned back. “Guess I’m just that good! I have to be the best snowball fighter in the kingdom if I want to be the Wizard King!”

“Oh, that’s how it is?” Yuno chuckled, raising his Grimoire and calling up yet another gale. “Then I’m taking you down for real, because I’m going to be the Wizard King.”

Another round ensued, both boys pelting each other with snowball after snowball, both of them laughing the whole time – even the normally stoic Yuno. When the chaos died down and they took a moment to catch their breath, the Golden Dawn mage stood up straight and mumbled, “Guess I have no choice.”

“Huh?” Asta barely got the word out before he’d been tackled – physically tackled, by Yuno of all people – into the snow. He shivered violently and opened his mouth to protest, but what came out instead was a long string of giggles as his friend grabbed onto his ribs and tickled. “Ahahahahahaha hey! Yuno, dohohohohohon’t!”

“I have no choice,” Yuno repeated in a mock-saddened tone, smirking all the while. “There’s no other way to win this fight, and I have to win to become the Wizard King. Those were the stakes you set, weren’t they?”

“I wahahahahahahas johohohohohoking! Mohohohohostly!” Asta squealed, arching his back with a yelp when Yuno found his giggle spot along the sides of his belly. “Ehehehehahahahahaha Yuhuhuhuno!”

Yuno couldn’t help but grin at his friend’s hysterical, bubbly giggles, keeping up his gentle tickling pace as he said, “Well, you might not be serious, but I am. I’m going to be the Wizard King, one snowball fight and tickle fight at a time. You’re going down, Asta!”

*

10) Lee Finral, Ler Vanessa

Finral was nervous. He paced the living room of the Bulls’ hideout, a small box clenched in his hands. His mind was racing. What if she didn’t like it? What if it was too forward? What if she took it the wrong way and rejected him? What if—

“Hey, Finral!”

Her voice made him freeze in his tracks and whirl around to face her, hiding the box behind him. “H-Hey, Vanessa! What’s up?”

The witch smiled as she strode over to him, her keen gaze glancing at his hidden hands. “What are you so worked up about? You’ll wear a path in the floor if you keep pacing like that.”

Had she seen him? Of course she had, what was he thinking? Still, he tried to act nonchalant. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just taking a walk…inside.” He cringed; even he could hear how lame that sounded. “Because of the snow. And the wind.”

“Finral,” she said gently, “what are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing!” His reply was too quick and too loud and he knew it.

“Finral…”

“It’s nothing! Don’t worry about it, it’s just…” He hurried to shove the box into his tunic. “Nothing.”

Vanessa looked him over once, seemed to come to a conclusion, and gave him another sweet smile. “Is it something for me?”

This time, no words came to him. He stood there totally silent, gulping.

“Finral,” she teased, reaching forward to pinch his ribs and make him squeak in surprise, “just tell me what’s going on. You can trust me, right?”

“Ah! Of c-cohohohourse I truhuhuhuhust you, but – ahahahahaha, Vanessa, stohohohohohop!” Finral pleaded, giggling despite himself, squirming as she pinched and prodding along his ticklish torso.

“Then what’s the matter?”

“It’s nohohohohohohohothing! I swehehehehehear!”

“If it’s nothing, why won’t you let me see what’s in the box?”

Finral was blushing bright pink by now, the color matching his green tunic beautifully – to Vanessa, anyway. He cackled and tried pushing her away, but it was halfhearted at best. “Okahahahahay, okay, I’ll shohohohohow you! Just stahahahahahap!”

Vanessa did as she was asked and let him be, and she watched him with a smile as he shakily reached for the box he’d tried to hide earlier. After a brief moment of hesitation, he thrust it toward her and said, “Happy holidays, Vanessa.”

She blinked in surprise, taking the box and gingerly lifting the lid. Inside was a beautiful pair of silver earrings – just her color, and exactly her style. She looked back up at him. “Finral…”

“If you don’t like them, I won’t be upset,” he rushed to say, keeping his eyes averted from her. “I’m not trying to be presumptuous, I just thought of you, and—”

Vanessa pressed a kiss to his cheek, effectively shutting him up, and smiled at him again. “They’re beautiful, Finral. I love them. Thank you.”

Finral traced his fingers along the spot her lips had touched and felt himself blushing furiously, but he couldn’t hide his own return smile. “Y-You’re welcome. Happy holidays, Vanessa.”

“Happy holidays, Finral.”

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #coffee shots #quick prompts #sentence starters #black clover #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[theartofimagining13]

Btw, beside CERTAIN SCENES WITH CERTAIN GENTLEMAN 👀, did you like The Essex Serpent?

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I didn't. 🤦🏻‍♀️

And I haven't read the book but I already know that's not how it ends. 😩😕 I kinda feel bad because I was expecting a lot from Apple TV and from Tom, but for me, he was the only one that put effort in his scenes. The rest were 😬 .

I liked it but I did not love it like other shows i've watched. I loved seeing Tom doing something different but I didn't read the book either so I had no clue what the show would be about and I hate that they kinda sold it (maybe unintentionally idk) as a creepy or eerie show and it wasn't at all.

I loved Tom's performance but the story was a bit lazy and very predictable, so the ending was a bit underwhelming. Still, I mean, it's not bad, I enjoyed the experience. I would watch it on Saturday mornings with a nice cup of coffee and it was bliss. Then I would cry on every episode because Tom is fucking gorgeous ahahahaha

Good times.

~A.Wölf.

#Tom Hiddleston #The Essex Serpent #Anon #Tumblr #Ask #Will Ransome

[heeverseblog]

GET TO KNOW ME GAME!

tagged by: @end-hyphen and @mimikittysblog

tagging: @skzenhalove @en-ternity @yoursjaeyun (I don't really have a lot of moots since i'm not active LOL!)

birthday: will keep it a secret but i’m a gemini

favourite colour: pink but i mostly wear neutral colored clothes

do you have pets?: yup! i have two dogs

how tall are you?: i am 5′1.5″ but sometimes i like to say 5′2

how many pairs of shoes do you own?: not really sure...maybe four? then i have 2 pairs of boots

favourite song: it’s actually “i like me better” by lauv but i’m currently playing “slow down” by chase atlantic on loop

favourite movie: FLIPPED! my all time favorite and became the blueprint to my fave tropes and genres

who would be your ideal partner?: someone who is nerdy (i somehow have a thing for smart guys LOL) and introverted but has good philosophies and beliefs. he can be nerdy and a crackhead but has a really nice personality and has goals. and i want someone to make me feel like i can protect them (not as an obligation), not only them protecting me. oh and he has to tolerate my crackheadness and i like funny guys.

do you want children?: tbh yes but i still have emotional baggages so i want to heal myself before having kids

have you gotten in trouble with the law?: i don’t think so..? hopefully that will never happen

what colour socks are you wearing?: not wearing any socks right now

favourite type of music: k-pop, r&b, 2000s music, edm

how many pillows do you sleep with?: one but i hug a stuffed toy because it helps me sleep

what position do you sleep in?: it depends actually

what don’t you like when you’re sleeping: when i remember a scary scene from a horror movie

what do you have for breakfast: usually bread and coffee

have you ever tried archery?: yup! it was fun though i couldn’t hit the target AHAHAHAHA

favourite fruit: bananas!

are you a good liar?: no 😂

what’s your personality type?: infp-t

innie or outie?: it depends cuz sometimes i wanna go out but sometimes i’m lazy and i just want to stay home

left handed or right handed?: right handed!

favourite food: i love ramen noodles and pasta! 

favourite foreign food: carbonara!!

am i clean or messy?: messy LOL

most used phrase: yup!

how long does it take for you to get ready: to be honest, 30 mins to an hour because i get my makeup done or choose what to wear and i get lazy to move

do you talk to yourself?: EVERYDAY LOL

do you sing to yourself?: yeah but sometimes i question why cuz my voice sucks HAHAHAHA

are you a good singer?: i guess i was?? but now i’m not

biggest fear?: being a failure :(

are you a gossip?: not really because i have my own world but if it’s interesting then i’ll listen

do you like long or short hair?: short but i also like having medium length hair

favourite school subject: writing i guess since i’m a creative writing graduate

extrovert or introvert: extroverted introvert!

what makes you nervous: people’s stares

who was your first real crush?: i had a classmate in the 10th grade but she played with my feelings when she knew i had a crush on her

how many piercings?: two: one on my right ear, one on my left ear

how many tattoos?: don't have any

how fast can you run?: not fast HAHAHA

what colour is your hair?: ash blonde (i originally had chestnut brown hair)

what colour are your eyes?: brown

what makes you angry: people who look down on others just because they don’t reach their standard

do you like your name?: it’s alright! 

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?: that’s tricky HAHAHAHA maybe both but not at the same time

what are your strengths?: i can adapt to an environment

what are your weaknesses?: i tend to panic a lot

what is the colour of your bedspread?: white

colour of your room: white!

#heeverseblog #get to know me #get to know me game