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heavencanbeaprisontoo · 2 months

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Strip Me to My Bones

Slowburn!Tommy x autistic!fem!reader Prologue: An Odd Woman

Summary: Tommy meets you in 1919, the beginning that feels like an ending in hindsight. Among betting men there is a vibrant culture of superstition and mysticism. It was in this industry you found your trade as a “psychic,” and met a man with a Red Right Hand.

Warnings: Period-typical sexism, contextual use of g-slur, Canon-typical violence, author is autistic, spoilers for series one possibly, slow burn, Tommy is shallow and confused at first. WC: 1.6k

1919 was an odd year for Mr. Shelby. His eyes were still bright, the boy who died in the tunnels still clung to his ankles as he stalked the roads of Birmingham. In those days, Tommy was still starving for money. For any sort of gain in power. He still slept on an old mattress with his drug of choice within reach. He still delivered his horses to mystics and magicians to psych out the competitors of the next day’s race. It was this Thomas Shelby who brought himself to the door of your flat. You, the newest little medium in Small Heath.

He had heard many things about you. How you seemed to just “know,” things. You weren’t gypsy, but there were whispers that you could see inside hearts and minds like no other. For a reasonable fee, you would read a person like a book tell them the next chapter of their life without hesitation. He was not normally the sort to seek your kind out. Thomas Shelby could see ahead just fine without the guide of psychic, genuine or charlatan in nature. Until, of course, a crate of guns came into his possession and an Irish woman sang to him from atop a table. Even the devil needs direction, sometimes.

That morning, the devil had sought you out.

Your flat looked the same as any other. There were green vines and a purple curtain blocking his view inside your window. Plain bricks on the outside. Gutter hanging off slightly from your roof. Thinking it best to just get it all over with, he knocked. You answered. And he froze.

When he first saw you, there was nothing extraordinary about you. You didn't wear a silk turban or line your eyes with black to convince your customers of some supernatural gift. You were just a young woman dressed comfortably in her little flat. A long, thick robe suited for the winter chill was tied around your body and sensible slippers on your feet. Nothing overly frilly or fanciful. Tommy would almost call your presentation "dowdy." However, what had made him freeze were your eyes. He knows the power of his own stare. Your stare was something truly unique. It was something he couldn’t quite put into words. The color of your eyes was not exceptional, nor the size of your eyes or their shape. There was a force behind the stare that had him fixed to the spot. The sound of your voice was all that put him back into the world.

“Can I help you?” your tone is flat, but he can’t decide of its intentional.

Tommy takes a glance from the corner of his eye to ensure there are no onlookers. The roads are empty. He looks into your eyes once more and says, “You see the future, I hear.”

“I see people, for a price. Not the future. Nobody can do that. It’s rather early, so I hope you’ve got money in that big coat,” you step aside to let him inside. He almost hesitates. Second thoughts are not something Tommy likes to entertain. To falter, to ruminate, is to dance at the edge of cowardice. Tommy pushes onward and crosses the threshold of your home. Thus begins the start of a most unusual affair.

The lighting was dim in your little flat, and on the walls were dozens of shadowboxes were every assortment of insect on display. In fact, nearly everything in your home appeared to be some sort of collection. Orderly in their presentation but crowded due to lack of space. All the furniture looked inherited rather than new, but that was typical. There was the scent of lavender and cedar in the air. As he passed by two sticks of incense burning on the mantle of your fireplace, he found the origin of the fragrance.

‘No trace of any other resident in the home. No husband. How modern’, he thought. As he made his observations, Tommy was painfully aware of your eyes on his back. You guided him silently to a small room with two sofas facing each other. He sat opposite to you, not bothering to remove his cap. As you sit across from him, your eyes are everywhere but him. Roving about the room as you tap your thumb to the tip of each finger on your hand. By the way you were sitting, someone just entering the room might assume you were a guest by how stiff your posture was. Back completely straight, both feet firmly planted on the floor. This was your home, your time, and Tommy looked more at ease sitting on your own furniture.

“I normally have tea prepared, but you don’t drink tea anyway, so I won’t bother with the kettle this time,” you say as your bottom hits the sofa cushion. He hears you. He hears you make a correct assumption about him, but he does not show his acknowledgement.

Tommy threads his fingers together on his lap, “They say you can see inside of people, tell them things about them that even they don’t know.”

Blinking owlishly at him you reply, “My, that’s a lovely review of my services! Should put that on a sign outside my doorway. Though I would rather know why you came to see me, Mr. Shelby. You are Mr. Shelby yes?”

“That I am,” he nearly laughs, “and I am not entirely sure why I came to see you either.”

Your eyes snap onto his own and again he feels caught off guard by it. Slowly, you lean forward, “It’s not like you to need help. You avoid seeking it. Something has happened to you that has never happened before, you do not know how to carry on because you cannot fall back on learned tactics to navigate the storm.”

He says nothing. Tommy finds you don’t require his input to carry on speaking as you tilt your head and continue. As you speak, you never break eye contact. Your gaze is one that leaves him feeling stripped to the bone. Flesh peeled back and pinned so that you may inspect him further with an objective, curious eye, "One of the walking wounded, soldier come home from war. You don't sleep well. None of you do. But, you hide it better than most."

"Quite the assumption," he deadpanned.

You carry on as if not hearing him, “A Catholic without Christ. Guilty but without remorse. You only follow yourself and yet you have lost faith within. So, you act out of your own character to try to find a solution to a problem you’ve made yourself. A problem with solutions you can't commit to.”

Tommy’s heart is beating faster in his chest. The plain-faced woman who greeted him at the door has been replaced. Your face seems to change, the sir around you shifting. There is a thrill in being seen. A thrill, but also annoyance. “And what would you do to solve such a problem?”

“It wouldn’t help you to know what anyone else would do. Even if my way was best, you wouldn’t obey it. Obedience is not something you do willingly,” there’s a smile in your eyes that makes his hands tighten around each other. “Is your greatest problem above, below, or beside you?”

His face remains stoic as he mulls over your odd question. He thinks of those beneath him, the factory workers who riot and cause him distraction. Beside him, his brothers in arms and brothers by blood. Ada. Freddie…. Grace. And then he thinks of Campbell and Kimber. “Above me, always.”

You nod, “There was no need for you to come see me. You know the answer to the question before you asked it. The greatest woe for you is that there are matters of the heart keeping you from stabbing upwards to the enemies who stand over you. You aren’t used to having that sort of obstacle... You need to decide what you want more and act accordingly. To have both things will end poorly, but I can't stop you. Nobody can but you.”

For a moment, he feels a sense of relief. It had been many years since the words of a stranger had done that to him. This feeling was overtaken by an immediate realization. He had come to you under the assumption that you were gifted by second-sight. Yet… You had no cards, no crystals, did not say a prayer or even a hymn in a nonsense language.

“You’re no medium,” he states it as fact. Not as a question or accusation. Though, he watches to see how you take it. Tommy likes to see how people respond to being caught, he finds it to be the most revealing time for most. For the third or fourth time since he laid eyes on you, you defied expectation.

With a slow shrug you say, “I’ve never made the claim that I was one. Everyone started saying so one day and I decided not to correct them. I just read people.”

‘What an odd woman,’ Tommy leaned back in his seat. Face still as stone. As he looked at you, your posture returned to that stiff, nearly-too-straight, position from before. He could see why the average man would see you as something beyond the natural. Ordinary to otherworldly. An odd woman indeed. You stand from your couch with a small, crooked smile, “That’ll be ten quid, Mr. Shelby, a discount for a first-time reading. It'll be thirteen for the next time.”

He pushed the money into your hands and said, "Won't be a next time." You gave him no audible response as you walked him to your door and released him from the dreamworld your home had trapped him in. Tommy did not look back as he walked three paces from your door and lit a cigarette. No one had seen him and he had a feeling you wouldn't share his visit with others.

Tommy pushed you from his mind to focus on what may come next.

The rest of the day moved quickly and slowly all at once after he left your little flat. He swore to himself that he would never go back. Swore that he hated every instant spent in your dark home that smelled of lavender and cedar. Swore that he despised the way you peeled back his skin with that glare so sharp. No, he couldn't feel them on him. Not at all.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders imagine #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x you #Thomas Shelby x autistic!reader #autistic!reader

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crystaldivination · 1 year

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“𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐓”

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

PS: I apologize if the pictures are somewhat disturbing to you. I’m against insect consumption and have a great love for all living creatures and plants but I just find the aesthetic to be interesting.

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How to choose your pile? As always meditate or close your eyes before looking at each image. Trust your intuition and pick out an image you feel the most drawn to.

Disclaimer: this is a general reading which may or may not resonate with you. Take what resonates and leave out anything that doesn't. Feel free to choose another pile if you'd like.

PILE 1 - LONGHORN VODKA

Helllo pile 1, welcome to your pile. You choose this vodka bottle.

So as first glance your future spouse is someone who is quite different from others. This is someone peculiar. They could like stuff involving science, technology, space or anything that is extraordinary in a sense. Not something people would usually do in their free time or spent their entire time occupy with. But again who is weird here when you can’t even understand why you can walk and run on a planet that is floating in the space right? This person is very smart but in their own particular way. They like to question everything. They’re curious and seem to be always on the go to discover new things. So someone who can stimulate them and show or maybe even teach them new things would be their type. Your future spouse could be someone asexual or just someone who values feelings over looks. They don’t really care who you are or what you do for a living if you can’t score in the intellectual department. More so they couldn’t care less about your look. They’re very attracted to unique and intellectual people and they do seem like someone hard to please. Even more so because they always seem so immersed in their own world. Your future spouse is someone on the loner side. They don’t usually hang out a lot with friends, let alone enjoy surrounded by many people. They don’t give in to the loud noises, cool stuff that others are doing. They like being on their own, mostly because they feel like others don’t understand their kind of interest. They sometimes feel like an outsider but remind themself again that they enjoy their own company. They might even have their own invisible friends who they sometimes talk to. I imagine them sitting in the middle of a dark room working on something experimental. Super strange but at the same it feels like a strange genius type of thing. It makes me kinda sad that they somehow can’t connect with others on a personal and emotional level yet they’re very confident in themself. They know what they can and what they’re capable of. Someone who can share this side of them and accept them for who they are is very much appreciated. If someone were to be exciting yet patient enough to get close to them and open them up, I promise, you will never get bored with them. Once they get comfortable with you they likely won’t be able to stop talking and if they’re into you expect someone who goes beyond their boundaries and way to make you feel like the best person on earth. They can be very sweet and warm. A little shy yet have a very strong will. They’re a go getter. When they see something/someone that sparks interest in them, they’d not hesitate to go after it/them. Kinda interesting and cute I’d say.

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it. Reblogs, likes and follows are highly appreciated. Have a wonderful day or night ‹𝟹

PILE 2 - TARANTULA VODKA

Helllo pile 2, welcome to your pile. You choose this vodka bottle.

Your future spouse is a cutie pie. This energy feels so light and innocent. They might even look pretty young and vulnerable as well. But do not be fooled. Underneath this seemingly harmless and delicate exterior there is someone well learned. They might’ve gone through a lot that some people can’t even imagine. While others could’ve been defeated by those hardships your future spouse only grew stronger and wiser. They are so admirable and respectable even if they don’t show it. On top of that they are really humble and have pure intentions in whatever they do. They don’t show up outwardly as arrogant nor have a "better than you" mentality. They’re a treasure guys. Very hardworking. They give their all in everything. On the one hand because that’s the evidence of their life now seeing how far they have come without giving up but also because they know hard work and self belief never betray you. They’re very strong both mentally and physically. They believe in a well-balanced lifestyle. For them it’s a "nurture your soul to support your physical human body and in turn you keep your physical form in check to function well". Health is definitely important for them. They care about the overall well-being, not only for themself but for others around them as well. They’re a humanitarian. They like getting involved in helping other people in general. They are helpful because they know how it feels like to be helpless and struggle. That’s why they help whenever they can and might engage in humanitarian activities such as volunteering or donating. Such a golden heart. They might also have a soft spot for animals or children. Objects or beings that seem to be needing care and attention. They could have grown up as an orphan or just being brought up by one parent only so they understand how much human and other being need protection and love. Despite all this they never stop believe in the good things, a better world. They believe everything can change and is never set in stone. They have a spirit of an innovator. They might not be well-known or what others called "successful" yet although everyone’s definition of success is different but I’m sure they will leave a mark for something important later on. They don’t seem to care about all that though as for them a peaceful and harmonious life is the best so they might stick to it but it seems like they’re so well-liked wherever they go with their action-oriented characteristics I believe they can’t go unnoticed. I’m taking a liking to your future spouse, pile 2 hihi. They’re so endearing, adorable and loveable in any sense. They’re keeper. Don’t let them slip out of your hands when you’re able to catch them! Hold on tight! Btw they could be a Virgo although I’m getting a lot of air energy as well and also water. Maybe Aquarius because of their nature. That also seems to fit the description about them :)

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it. Reblogs, likes and follows are highly appreciated. Have a wonderful day or night ‹𝟹

PILE 3 - CENTIPEDE VODKA

Helllo pile 3, welcome to your pile. You choose this vodka bottle.

Your future spouse is really well-liked by the opposite genders. They are quite good looking and sociable. They know how to entertain others simply by their presence. They seem most likely like a high school crush kind of person or they are. Looks and appearance wise all good and well but there is a downside to them. They could be very reckless and childish. They could be a player as well because they enjoy the attention and spotlight on them. They opt for poor options if someone were on a higher mentality, not to say their decisions are all wrong but those can hurt or don’t help them in the long way if they’re thinking of their future. They go for fun and could neglect everything else that bores them or that doesn’t give them this adrenaline rush. They should really slow down. I think their environment or the environment in which they grew up contributes to these choices or behavior of them. BUT don’t blame that because we all can choose our own destiny. This is not an excuse to all or everything else. They like to be different but this is not the difference that makes you stand out from others in a good way. They may even are proud of their infamous reputation. But looking closely they’re not entirely empty and superficial. They have a heart of a leader. If they learn how to let go of the worldly pleasures, stuff and all the shortcomings they definitely can go far. They need to (re)build their inner values and system to create something more deep and meaningful to themself first then something that could benefit other people as well. As for now they still seem so inexperienced and vain which also can give way that they can still have the chance to learn from the world and everything else to grow to the person they want or are meant to be. They have the potential no doubt but everything is in their hand. They need to make the move towards their rightful path instead of straying away from it. They urgently need to work on their self concept. They could be very insecure deep down which shows outwardly as excessive attention seeking and pathological lying. They need to dig deep in themself to find their own purpose and reason for being. Despite that they’re not a bad person at all. As I said before they’re not all superficial. They may lack discipline but they’re actually quite courageous. They fight for the people they love and don’t hesitate to risk it all for them. Sometimes unfavorable but they need to know that only defending is not all. They need to be able to be in a position where they can protect others as they like and stand up for own their thing. Be able to be in their element while being the bigger person. I do not mean to rule the world but they need to think bigger and learn how to balance. If they were to encounter issues that they alone can’t solve, for them being in a difficult position, what would they do? They need to think long-term. Because they do have a strong protective instinct nevertheless and could go out of their way sometimes, anger issues and manner should be kept in check. Decide what they want and go for it. They might not believe in themself so that’s why they choose the easier superficial option. They’re making themself smaller than they are. I feel empathy for your future spouse so I do hope they can change for the better for themself and their vision overall. It’s time they need to surround themself by more developed and evolving people to gain inspiration as well as a different view from the world and themself to activate their motivation and good energy but not everyone starts off smoothly so this rugged and bumpy road will teach them valuable lessons that will lead and could help them grow into a good and successful person.

For pile 3 I feel like giving a lecture so this is a lil longer than the other piles…

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it. Reblogs, likes and follows are highly appreciated. Have a wonderful day or night ‹𝟹

PILE 4 - SCORPION VODKA

Helllo pile 4, welcome to your pile. You choose this vodka bottle.

Your future spouse is someone sensitive. They most likely have intense emotions that are sometimes hard to process. You might’ve chosen this bottle because of the scorpion and indeed your future spouse resembles it. They are a hard one to crack. Always seem so tough on the outside but struggle quietly on the inside. They’re much more fragile than they seem. It’s so interesting to read for them because there is a lot to say about them but at the same time I cannot seem to catch enough about them as well. It’s hard to describe. They also seem so fluid. They could have a duality to them. At one moment they seem so open and social but at the other one so cold, secretive and distant. To me cold here doesn’t mean heartless or mean but more in a sense of they aren’t being expressive or don’t know how to express themself emotionally. They can get shy and nervous easily making them seem elusive and hard to get close to. They don’t necessarily seem intimidating but a push energy is evident. They could have a hard time letting others in as well. Trust issues seems to be the problem. Maybe they’ve been betrayed or disappointed before making them doubt and suspect others a lot. They might be scared of being hurt. This behavior can affect how they view themself and others especially in relationships and connections overall resulting in challenges and stigmatization in those areas. This also makes them feel super anxious, lonely and depressed all the time. They really need someone who can go easy on them and letting them have the feeling of trust again. But don’t forget! In them exists a sense of fearlessness, boldness and a burning desire. They’re dangerously passionate. Just like a scorpion they can kill. They’re not all desperation and guilt. So don’t even try to play them. I literally heard "never play me" like don’t you dare! Your future spouse is a highly reserved individual with a lot of self control. Their self defense is also no joke and always on mode. They know what benefits them and they go for it once made up their mind. They’re super sharp, quick and extremely savvy. They’re determined and never give up. They can be described and summarized in 3 words. Passion, creativity, and fierce loyalty. They keep things private and only allow others to see what they want them to see. Patience, confidence and a good sense of self is needed if you take interest in them and want to make them yours. Because they can also get attached easily a good amount of independence and individuality is needed in the relationship. This person could definitely be a water sign because they feel their emotions deeply. The intensity and struggle to come out to light also reminds me of 8th house and/or 12th house placements. Gemini as well because duality is present. What do you think?

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morbidology · 9 months

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Juliane Koepcke, a determined 17-year-old German high school student studying in Lima, had aspirations of following in her parents' footsteps as a zoologist. On December 24, 1971, she embarked on a journey with her mother, Maria, boarding a flight from Lima to Pucallpa to reunite with her father.

Tragically, their flight encountered a lightning strike mid-air, causing the plane to disintegrate. All 91 individuals onboard perished, with the exception of Juliane, who miraculously fell to the Earth still strapped to her seat. Despite suffering a broken collarbone, an arm laceration, and a swollen eye, Juliane found herself alone in the treacherous depths of the Amazon rainforest.

Over the next harrowing 11 days, Juliane drew upon her knowledge and resilience to survive. Guided by her instincts, she discovered a small stream and waded through its waters, believing it would eventually lead her to civilization. Enduring countless insect bites that soon became infected, she encountered a boat and utilized the gasoline from its fuel tank to cleanse her wounds and rid them of maggots. Recalling her father's use of gasoline to treat worms in the jungle, Juliane opted to remain with the boat, desperately hoping for a rescue.

Eventually, three lumbermen stumbled upon her location. They guided Juliane to a lumber station, undertaking a grueling seven-hour canoe journey. From there, she was airlifted to safety and transported to a hospital. Despite her physical rescue, Juliane endured lingering nightmares, haunted by the loss of her mother during the ordeal.

Undeterred by her traumatic experience, Juliane went on to achieve remarkable accomplishments. She earned a doctorate from Ludwig-Maximilian University and returned to Peru to pursue her research in mammalogy. In 2011, she courageously shared her extraordinary journey in a biography that captivated readers around the world, shedding light on her indomitable spirit and unwavering determination.

#world #history

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xiaomainlmao · 11 months

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A peck through the books... literally

Characters- Albedo, Tighnari

Genre- fluff

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Albedo

"You see, thermodynamics is not too different from diffusion or the process of osmosis." Albedo uses the backside of his pen to point at the diagram in the book. "We'll be using these principals to test a theory with flaming flower stamens."

"Is that what you asked me to keep them in an insulated box for? To be honest, I don't think there'll be any extraordinary discoveries here."

"It has not been tried before, so there's always a chance to find something." he shrugs, packing up a couple things for the experiment. "If this little experiment yields any interesting results, I may take some mist flowers to the desert of Sumeru and repeat the experiment."

"The desert? That's a long way from Mondstadt. It's also much hotter there, while you must be used to the cold atmosphere of Dragonspine."

"True, but I did make a friend during the Windblume festival who could serve as a guide."

"You mean the General Mahamatra from the Sumeru Akademiya?"

"Correct, besides" Albedo picks the book up, "wouldn't you like a vacation to Sumeru." He boops your nose with the book, smiling slyly.

"That does sounds nice, even if we technically do go there for performing experiments. Wait what about Klee then? We can't exactly take care her since she may not be able adjust to the environment there. Also-"

The alchemist places the book in front of your mouth to shut you up. "Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, shall we? We'll be going to Sumeru only if the current experiment yields results." You silently nodded

Albedo leaned forward, his hair obscuring a part of your vision as his lips touched the other side of the book.

He pulled away with a smug face, shoving the book in with the other items.

Oh if only that book didn't serve as a barrier...

"Don't worry, if you so desire, I might give you a kiss after we're done. Without any book serving as a barrier, of course."

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Tighnari

"Urgh, why do we have to know how the body of a cockroach performs its functions." you groaned

"Because those are the basics that can help you understand the functioning of the human body better. You see, insects are more primitive than humans, so are their bodily functions, thus making it easier to understand them and draw a basis of various processes." The forest ranger did not even look at you as he answered instantly. But you knew his attention was on you, since his fox ears were leaning slightly in your direction.

It was so easy to read the leader of the forest rangers once you know him better. But it wasn't so easy getting used to how blatantly he answered questions, especially rhetorical ones with logical answers.

Tighnari could feel your eyes bore into the backside of his head. He sighed as he got up from his chair and approached your lying figure on the couch. "Well, if you do complete five more pages, then I'll let you pet my ears as we cuddle." he got on top of you, his hands placed on both sides of your head as he looked down at you and the half open book resting on your face.

"Alright, I suppose," came your muffled response through the book.

Tighnari's gaze softened. He smiled before leaning in, pecking the other side of the book, before getting off and resuming his work. He chuckled, knowing you were flustered due to the indirect kiss.

"If you want more, you'd better hurry up and read through the next five pages. I will, however, quiz you to make sure that you did read through it."

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jurassic-cunt · 1 year

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i love how sherlock says these deep loving things and immediately follows them with some crack shit

sherlock: i might be an extraordinary detective but you're an extraordinary man

marcus: *processing*

sherlock: u eat ants before? wanna go to an insect cuisine restaurant with me?

marcus: *processing delayed* the fuck

#elementary sherlock #elementary #dark gift

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weepinwriter · 4 months

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“Love letters and marriage proposals may flood my path, but in you, I found the rarest gem amidst a sea of admirers.”

Name : Emir (m.) | Evara(f.)

Age : They're in their early thirties

Height : 5’8

Appearance : E. is a visually stunning person of 5’8”, possessing rich caramel-colored skin, hair as brown as the richest chocolate, and coffee-colored eyes you could simply lose yourself in (as you often do) As a male, E.’s hair is short and spiky, and as a female, E’s hair flows in luscious, full locks to the middle of her back. E’s female form also frequents hot brilliant red lipstick. They are a tasteful dresser, usually frequenting elegant dress clothes (be it dresses as a female or suits as a male) in shades of brown to match their appearance. The slightest bit of gold accents brings everything together into one attractive and irresistible mommy/daddy person. (ahem- all credits for the thirsting shall go to my co-editor @headdaze)

Personality : E. possesses an undeniable charm that captivates those around them, yet they remain a person of few words. Wherever they go, heads turn, drawn to their enigmatic and noble presence. The attention they receive is of little consequence to them, for they care not for the spotlight. Instead, they seamlessly integrate themselves into any setting, molding it to suit their own needs rather than others. Quiet by nature, they prefer to use words sparingly, reserving their speech for matters that ignite their passions. They possess a remarkable ability to switch between personalities, adopting the persona that they desire, skillfully using it to disarm and charm. It is only when their guard is down that they reveal their true self, shedding the masks they wear with calculated precision. In the realm of their ambitions, they are cold and cynical, unafraid to cross lines that others dare not tread, yet prideful enough not to easily bow to anyone. Indifference masks their actions, or so they wish it to be. They frown and sympathize, yet remain resolute in accomplishing their objectives, disregarding personal feelings along the way. Once they set their mind on something, there is no turning back. Determination is one of their most unchangeable traits, driving them forward regardless of the consequences.

Background : The only heir to the economic giant, The Quinn Industries, the Subject is an interesting and enigmatic individual that should be carefully looked into, as HUSH has noted. The Subject has had a relatively mundane childhood, raised to be the perfect heir to the company. They walk in a relatively small albeit powerful circle of elites, yet have shown no interest in intimately interacting with any potential suitors. Does not show any indication of having possible connections with X. Currently the Subject is under strict surveillance for undisclosed reasons.

Likes : manicures, insects, the pleasant smell of rain falling on dry earth (aka petrichor), intellectual debates, cats

Dislikes : liars, being controlled, talkative people, snakes, boiled potatoes, unhygienic people

Pet peeves : sneezing or coughing without covering one's mouth, unnecessary or forced small talk, the sound of nails scratching a blackboard

Trivia :

has a large collection of antique pocket watches and can correctly identify the model and even time period of all

is an expert in solving Rubik's Cubes and can solve one within 6 minutes and 39 seconds, that's their record

they have an extraordinary sense of direction, and can navigate complex mazes and labyrinths without getting lost

#interactive fiction #if game #current wip #road to heaven if #asks #interactive game #ro's #ro emir/evara #original character

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circinuus · 11 months

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L'APPEL DU VIDE

beast! dazai x reader. 1.3k words

"When they found him, he was dead, his body twisted with the rigor mortis."

[first-person pov; unreliable narrator; mentions about suicide and corpses; reader is whipped for our local crime org boss but not in a good way]

When I was young, when youth had surged in my veins and hot blood had rushed along my cheeks, I met a peculiar man.

He was of every sense but ordinary. A ringleader of a colossal underground organization, equipped with an age not far from my green, half-ripe own. I am sure you'd known about him, perhaps more than I do.

Dazai Osamu was an enigma, and this is my last entry; a story about how I had been completely, perfectly consumed by his whole being.

"Have you heard about the rumors?"

Lowly insects, parasites, and cronies like me fear the unknown. That was the repugnant truth. At a point, we started to forget that he too, was of blood and flesh, not unlike ourselves. But it was too late by then. Our fear had dehumanized him, reduced him into a macabre myth. Not many eyes have bear witness to his figure, yet words about his uncanny competence and the horrors he commands ring like folklore passed down to generations.

"What rumors?"

"That guy who jabbered about the previous boss' death, they found his corpse just now."

Oh, that's right. The sad corpse.

Terribly mangled and dysmorphic, with broken limbs and torso. When I arrived, it no longer depicted a human. From the crevices of those grotesque bends were crimson liquid and bodily waste, seeping out like a fish being gutted. The putrid scent remained even on my bed and dining table.

"Shit. You better watch your mouth. That corpse could've been us at any time."

How terrible. The macabre ghost our fear created was.

And how curious, I thought, for such a living nightmare managed to haunt our mind and life; killing us with his silent bites and coerced us into committing suicide with self-destructive paranoia.

Truly, how terrible, how curious, yet how strikingly beautiful.

Dazai Osamu was an enigma, and I had been completely, utterly consumed by his whole being.

It was a week after that accident—if my memory served. It had betrayed me a lot in the past, and a doctor I knew mentioned how memories are all stack the deck; all tailored to our favor—when I was called for the boss's office.

"For what?" I tried to ask, but received only a scoff from my supervisor. “-If I may know, sir," I added. I knew he was not a horrible man, but my supervisor was not an individual of patience. He offered me nothing but a silent nudge to the boss' door. Like guiding a lamb to the slaughter, a virgin sacrifice to the altar.

I bled that day, I bled myself. Through my chapped lips that I've bitten hard, and through my fingers which dry skin ruptured raw by my unsolicited fidgets.

Out of uncertainty or cowardice, my memory fails to serve me. But I recall with great vividness how everything melted away to oblivion after that sturdy door opened before my eyes. What lay beyond was someone—something so incongruously beautiful, misplacedly sublime.

In that instance, I have realized that I am truly an abominable individual. On that day, I finally understood Basil's infatuation with his muse. Dazai Osamu was a beautiful man, and suddenly I bled for utter fascination rather than unfiltered fear.

My sentiment for this extraordinary man has nothing but become more defined, ever since.

His pale, almost translucent skin consumed my waking days, the flutter of his eyelashes when his eyes blink haunted my dreams, and the curl of his dark hair against the evening lights strayed me away from reality.

Like a sailor to a siren, like a lulling river that drowned the fool; Dazai Osamu was an enigma, and I was wholly enraptured.

I had been bewitched by the moments he kept me by my side, ever since. Fascinated by the moments where he slips up soft vulnerability. Spellbound by the moments he confide in my warmth and touch to soothe the horrors of earth's hell he faced and the pain he endured for a man who doesn't even know his name. Entranced by the moments he morphs to the horror he always has been, with chilling gazes and commanding words enough to shadow the times that reminds everyone that he is of flesh and blood. Beguiled by the moments he disregards me not soon after, as if he forgot I exist.

He was very cruel. But I did not despise him.

Dazai Osamu was cruel. But he was terribly, enchantingly melancholic. Like a dead man forced to be alive for a deed he hasn't finished. Like he was longing, waiting for the sweet mercy of his quietus. I was unable to despise him.

'Even so, what if I attempt to kill him?' under Yokohama's sky—which is too blue, too free. It never sits well with me—I received a call from the void.

'What then?' it continued beckoning. Will his delicate lips curl up into a beautiful, grateful smile? or will it wail and twist into ugly sobs of pain, anger, and fear? Will his empty, soulless mortal vessel stay as beautiful as the tragic beauty he is? or will it turn into another unimportant, unsightly corpse?

"Just now, you're thinking about killing me, weren't you?"

His words chased away the void, like a cold splash on a freezing morning. I was stunned into a fear-coated silence.

"Oh (Name), sweet (Name)," he laughed. It flows like silken honey and suddenly, I was once again drowned in his existence.

"Do you hate me?"

"No, sir," I said the truth.

"Really?"

"Yes, sir," I said the truth.

"Strange," he put a hand on his lower lip—a gesture that I find oddly fitting. "And you still want to see me dead, it seems.”

I stayed silent.

A sick, twisted feeling had emerged. If he had dropped dead at that moment, right there on the edge of the skyscraper, that would be all right. Fine, in fact.

(A sick, twisted feeling had emerged. if I had dropped dead at that moment, right there on the edge of the skyscraper, that would be all right. Fine, in fact.)

"How curious. You never fail to intrigue me."

(The thought scared me.)

I didn’t remember a lot after that day. The next few weeks were a shapeless blur of bullets, guns, and deaths.

Although on a cloudy Friday, I remember seeing hot blood pooling down like melted ruby.

It was unyielding. Seeping and seeping and seeping and it didn’t stop.

I was soaked and damp. His skin was warm as it was stone cold.

No, he wasn’t dead, he wasn’t dead. So I kneeled, gather what was left of him in my arms, and brought his chest to mine.

Viscous, fresh blood continued to gather on my lap, on my tie, on my fingers. The corpse engulfed me with his being, in every way possible. The corpse wasn’t dead, not yet, not yet. So I looked at his face, and pressed my cold beretta against his heart.

By then I realize, in the face of death I saw a soft smile instead of the ugly cries of fear and pain. Ah! So beautiful even surrounded by the crimson bloom of blood, pooling like a downpour along the concrete; limbs mangled and dysmorphic.

Would I be as beautiful, I wonder?

Two sounds of sharp firearms cut the air. It didn't take long for unfortunate witnesses to come and see the tragedy. It didn’t take long for two young men to look down with morbid from the skyscraper above. And it didn’t take long for my hatted supervisor to wake from oblivion. But it was too late by then.

When they found us, we were already dead, our bodies twisted with the rigor mortis.

(Oh, how we looked at so peace like this. How can it possibly scare me?)

fun fact! this was inspired by junji ito's tomie and stephen king's memory, more or less. and i just wanted to say: i'm sorry dazai you'll be forever famous. i'll write a fluff for you someday

♡ @ashthemadwriter

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bungou stray dogs beast

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salazarsrighthand · 7 months

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* note: not all of these are actually viruses, we're obviously including parasites and fungi.

** assuming an extraordinary outcome. T is gonna make you a Tyrant (or similar), not a zombie. Ouroboros will make you into something like Wesker or Neil Fisher, not a pile of mindless slop.

*** Las Plagas may be superior species or standard depending on your preference. If you want to be Krauser, cool. If you wanna be El Gigante, more power to ya. It won't make you Verdugo because that was created through separate experiments in merging human and insect DNA. Could make you Mendez though

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calliesmemes · 2 months

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JAMES CAMERON’S TITANIC (1997)

ROLEPLAY SENTENCE STARTERS PULLED FROM THE SCRIPT FOR THE ICONIC FILM TITANIC (1997). DELETED SCENES INCLUDED.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“ You’re a treasure hunter. So what is the treasure you’re hunting? ”

“ She’s a goddamned liar! A nutcase! ”

“ ls there anything you'd like? ”

“ Well, here it is, the moment of truth. ”

“ I know how hard it is for people who care greatly for money to give some away. ”

“ This was mine. How extraordinary! It looks the same as the last time I saw it. ”

“ Just tell us what you can-- ”

“ I don't see what all the fuss is about. ”

“ Your daughter is much too hard to impress. ”

“ You act as if you're going to your execution. ”

“ Outwardly I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming. ”

“ You lost our money. I'm just trying to get it back. ”

“ Somebody's life's about to change. ”

“ We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world! ”

“ Just another example of the men settin' the rules their way. ”

“ Do you know of Dr. Freud? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you. ”

“ She’s a pistol. I hope you can handle her. ”

“ Stay back! Don't come any closer! ”

“ Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do. ”

“ You're distracting me. Go away. ”

“ Don't be absurd. You'll be killed. ”

“ Come on. You don't want to do this. Give me your hand. ”

“ I've got you. I won't let go. ”

“ Women and machinery do not mix. ”

“ Good for you son, well done! ”

“ Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow, to regale our group with your heroic tale? ”

“ I know you've been melancholy, and I don't pretend to know why. ”

“ It's for royalty. And we are royalty. ”

“ Open your heart to me. ”

“ I’m afraid I'm feeling a little tired. ”

“ Look, I'm running out of time. I need your help. ”

“ Maybe she wants to make peace with the past. ”

“ Could I speak to you in private? ”

“ So, you got a name by the way? ”

“ That's quite a moniker. I may have to get you to write that down. ”

“ I feel like such an idiot. It took me all morning to get up the nerve to face you. ”

“ Look, I know what you must be thinking! Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery? ”

“ I was trapped in it, like an insect in amber. ”

“ Oh God, I am such an utter fool. ”

“ Please don't judge me until you've seen my world. ”

“ You have a gift — you see people. ”

“ I was hoping I'd catch you at tea. ”

“ Why can’t I be like you? ”

“ They didn't teach you that in finishing school? ”

“ Do you have the slightest comprehension of what you're doing? ”

“ You're about to go into the snakepit. I hope you're ready. ”

“ What are you planning to wear? ”

“ My, my, my... you shine up like a new penny. ”

“ I didn't recognize you. ”

“ Amazing! You could almost pass for a gentleman! ”

“ Remember, the only thing they respect is money, so just act like you've got a lot of it and you're in the club. ”

“ It’s a pity we’re both spoken for, isn’t it? ”

“ Where exactly do you live? ”

“ You find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you? ”

“ It’s a big world, and I want to see it all before I go ”

“ Something like that teaches you to take life as it comes at you. To make each day count. ”

“ All life is a game of luck. ”

“ A real man makes his own luck. ”

“ What are you doing? I see you everywhere writing in this little book. ”

“ It'll be all business and politics, that sort of thing. ”

“ So you want to go to a real party? ”

“ You're not one of them. There's been a mistake. ”

“ Look! A shooting star. ”

“ My father used to say that whenever you saw a shooting star, it was a soul going to heaven. ”

“ What would you wish for? ”

“ I had hoped you would come to me last night. ”

“ You will never behave like that again! Do you understand? ”

“ I will not be made out to be a fool! Is this in any way unclear? ”

“ You are not to see that boy again, do you understand me? ”

“ Oh, stop it. You'll give yourself a nosebleed. ”

“ This is not a game! Our situation is precarious! ”

“ How can you put this on my shoulders? ”

“ How can you be so selfish? ”

“ We're women. Our choices are never easy. ”

“ Look, you're not supposed to be in here. ”

“ She's a goddess amongst mortal men. ”

“ You're a spoiled little brat! ”

“ You're the most amazingly astounding girl I've ever known. ”

“ You're amazing... and I know I have nothing to offer you. ”

“ I can’t turn away without knowing that you’ll be safe. ”

“ They've got you in a glass jar like some butterfly, and you're going to die if you don't break out. ”

“ Sooner or later the fire in you is going to go out. ”

“ It's not up to you to save me ”

“ I changed my mind. ”

“ I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. ”

“ I expect to get what I want. ”

“ I want to always remember this night. ”

“ You’re trembling. ”

“ I can feel your heart beating. ”

“ It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it. ”

“ There’s no cause for alarm. ”

“ Say, did I miss the fun? ”

“ Something serious has happened. ”

“ You can't be serious! We're in the middle of an emergency! ”

“ Don't listen to them... I didn't do this! You know I didn't! You know it! ”

“ I believe you may get your headlines. ”

“ Please dress warmly; it's quite cold tonight. ”

“ Please tell me the truth. ”

“ Tell only who you must. I don't want to be responsible for a panic. ”

“ Do you know who I am? ”

“ I'd rather be his whore than your wife. ”

“ That man tried to take advantage of me! ”

“ Help!! Somebody!! Can anybody hear me?! ”

“ I'll do this with or without your help. But without will take longer. ”

“ I'm through with being polite, goddamnit! I may never be polite the rest of my life! ”

“ So... how did you find out I didn't do it? ”

“ Where you go, I go. ”

“ Don’t argue with me; you know it does no good. ”

“ I will never forget you. ”

“ It seems we've been dealt a bad hand this time. ”

“ You're a good liar. ”

“ I always win. One way or another. ”

“ You're so stupid, you're such an idiot— ”

“ You jump, I jump, right? ”

“ What could possibly be funny? ”

“ Won't you even make a try for it? ”

“ We can't expect God to do all the work for us. ”

“ Shhh. Don't cry. It'll be over soon. It'll all be over soon. ”

“ No... don't say your good-byes. Don't you give up. Don't do it. ”

“ You're going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Do you understand me? ”

“ You must do me this honor... promise me you will survive... that you will never give up... no matter what happens... no matter how hopeless... promise me now, and never let go of that promise. ”

#askbox meme #askbox prompt #rp ask meme #ask box #roleplay sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay prompts #roleplay sentence starters #* sentence meme #rpc help #historical rp #bridgerton rp #indie disney rp #disney rp #disney rpc #titanic rp

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qoralinius · 1 year

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The holocene endotherms, 250 million vears after man has left earth

This is an age very different from ours, one with birds covered in scales like those of pangolins and with small arms, like the very bygone abelisaurs. Mammals

now walk on elongated fingers and extremely atrophied legs, a relic of a day when their ancestors dug through the dirt with swift speed. Lizards fly through the

sky with elongated ribs, catching bizarre fish and insects. Though extraordinary, the age of lizards ended 46 million years ago, with a mass extinction not unlike

that of the great dying.

This is an age like no other.

#digital art #speculative biology #speculative zoology #art #artists on tumblr #speculative evolution #worldbuilding #scifi #scifiart #pangea #pangeaultima #creature design #creature

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benk625-blog · 2 years

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Human Survey Team

“Check this out!” Viktor exclaimed as he thrust his forearm into Ownhurr’s field of view. Viktor was a lot to take in, even for a human. Half of his head was a shock of curly, naturally orange hair, the other half was buzz-cut stubble. He was energetic and loud, even for a human. All of his clothing had some pin, patch or other bit of flair depicting a blue, pink and white stripe pattern.

Ownhurr looked at the limb, which was covered in raised welts. Once again, he was thankful that he had chosen to keep his environmental suit sealed shut to the native environment. He did not share the human obsession with unguarded tactile interaction with strange flora and fauna.

“I deduce from you tone of voice,” Ownhurr began “that this is not a serious allergic reaction?” Many things humans do out of simple curiosity would send other species to emergency medical services or be inspected by coroners. After a few shocks Ownhurr had learned to ask before summoning first responders.

“Nope!” Vik happily chirped. “The self defense oil on this plant is almost identical to the variety colloquially known to us as “stinging nettle”. These welts should subside in an hour or so.”

“You better be sure about that.” warned Roger, another human member of the survey team. “The last time you thought an oil did not cause severe reactions you contaminated severa common touch surfaces and Billy and I got rashes.”

“How can I forget?” Vik replied “When you left a bullet ant in my bunk to remind me?” He shuddered at the memory.

“What is a bullet ant?” Ownhurr queried.

“A Terran insect with a sting that feels like getting shot." Vik answered. "Stinging insects are Rog’s specialty, just like my area of expertise is plants that excrete oil that is dermatologically reactive. This nut job intentionally exposes himself to insect venom and determines the correct place on the Schmidt sting pain index.”

“One of you touches poisonous plants, another intentionally endures insect stings and a third eats native plants that contain known toxins.” Ownhurr was overwhelmed. “I can’t determine which team member engages in the most dangerous behavior…”

“Billy” all of them answer in unison.

“Of course,” Ownhurr said “and what does the Australian do?” Australians are to humans what humans are to the rest of the sentient galaxy.

“Billy harvests venom from fauna and deliberately injects himself with diluted doses.” Vik said with an impressed reverence in his voice.”

“Why does he do something that dangerous?” Ownhurr’s estimation of these people was constantly being readjusted.

“His immune system generates a type of antivenom. Blood transfusions from him have saved people who have received fatal bites. The wider the variety of toxins he injects, the more people he can save.” Roger said

“Can’t you synthesize anti-venom without such drastic measures?”

“We can, and do, but nothing is faster and more effective than what Billy’s body comes up with. In fact, most synthetic anti-venom is derived from blood compounds from people like Billy. Vik added.

“And how do you find such extraordinary individuals?” Ownhurr asked.

“We ask people who survive lethal snake bites.” Ownhurr began to understand why humans seemed indifferent to the hazards of unknown plants and animals.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are aliens #humans are confusing #humans are deathworlders

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squigglewiggles · 4 months

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Hey There! I'm not sure if you remember from the first blog, but I think I requested a Welcome Home TK Fic, with Julie and Frank going into the woods

Hello, There! I do remember! Here you go, I will re-post it for you! I apologize, I completely forgot what I named it!

Warning, this is a tickle fic!

Hanging Vines

“OOH! Frank! Look at that one there!” Julie squealed. Out in the neighborhood, Frank and Julie were out catching bugs and critters of all sorts. The heat was near overwhelming with the sun shining down on the two puppets, but the breeze was enough to keep them from getting too warm. The smell of fresh flowers and nature surrounded them as they frolicked around, looking for insects.

“Yes, Julie I see it,” Frank recoiled as Julie shouted in his ear, “However, that one is quite extraordinary!” Frank smiled. He ran over to the bug that had just landed on a nearby flower. Julie followed.

The bug appeared to be a beautiful butterfly! The wings were beautifully colored with vibrant pigments, which stood out further with a shimmering iridescent tint. Frank Pulled out his magnifying glass, but the critter flew away closer to the forest before he could get a good look!

“Hey! I wasn’t done with you yet!” Frank exclaimed. He ran after the creature with Julie still trotting along after him. It landed once more, just outside of the forest. Frank pulled out his magnifying glass once more and took a look at the butterfly. He got a few more seconds of looking before Julie crashed into him! Her attention was caught by a dragonfly whizzing around, so she was not looking ahead and bumped right into him, knocking him into the forest.

“AH! Julie, you have to be more careful! Now I’m covered in dirt-” Frank paused, as he was laying on the ground of the forest, he felt something tug at his wrist and ankle. He looked down to see vines wrapping around his arms and legs, which soon pulled him deeper into the forest.

“A-Ah, what?? Julie! H-Help- GAH!” Frank yelped. He tried to clamber out, but before he could even move an inch, the vines had grown too strong. They lifted the gray puppet up into the air.

“FRANK! What’s going on??” Julie yelled to them. She tried to help by pulling him down, but the vines had gotten her too. Before they knew it, both of them were hoisted into the air by huge green creeping plants. Julie tried to crane her neck to see if Frank was alright, but she stopped once she heard a familiar sound. Frank started to giggle hysterically, which caused Julie to wonder…

“Frank? What’s so funny!?” She called out. Before long, she was filled in on the situation. Another vine had slowly creeped up to Julie’s torso. It started to lightly scratch and wiggle at her sides and tummy, causing her to squeak and cackle at the sensations. Frank was getting similar treatment, as the vines had worked their way up towards Frank’s neck, wiggling against the sensitive skin.

The two puppets were wiggling, giggling, blushing messes as the vines had their way with them. The teasy plants were relentless and seemingly taking note of what made Frank and Julie squeal and thrash the most. From pinching to wiggling to vibrating to tracing, there was not a single thing these vines did not try.

“HEHEHEY! LEHET UHUHS DOHOHOWN! HEHEHAHA!” Julie squealed in her most demanding voice, which was not very demanding at all. At once, the vine suddenly dropped her, only to catch her by the ankle so that she was dangling upside down from her leg. Julie yelped. In this new position, she was now left utterly defenseless. The vine that had previously been working at her torso was now making its way up towards her foot. It came up and peeled off her high heel, then started scratching ruthlessly at the arch of her foot. To say that Julie screeched would be a complete understatement.

“AAAHAHAHAAHAHA NOHOHAHAHA NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EEEEE! NAHAT THEHE TOHOHOES!!” She pleaded, but to no avail. The vines continued exploring her tender tootsies, while also moving to tickle up her leg, to her knees and thighs.

While Julie was losing it, Frank was in his own predicament. His shirt had been lifted up, his hair was a mess, and his cheeks were as red as the tomatoes in his garden. The creeping plants had moved from his neck and shoulders to his tummy and sides, as well as his loser back and thighs. His laugh was squeaky and high pitch, as well as scattered with snorts and squeals of all sorts. Involuntary flinches and squirms took over his frame as the vines traversed his body.

“PLHEHEHAHAAHA! *snort* HAHAVE MEHERCHYHYHY! NAHAHAT THEHERE, PLEHEHEASE!!” Frank wailed. The vines did not budge as he begged and writhed. All of his most tender spots being hit at once was nearly too much to bear, but these vines seemed to know just the right pressure and technique to keep him from going over the edge, which made it all the more maddening.

Before long, both Frank and Julie were nearing a limit. Their minds were foggy with glee, and their laughs were breathy and weak. After what seemed like an eternity of skittering, wriggling, scritching, and teasing, everything stopped at once. The vines set them down ever so gently, and rubbed their tummies, feet and backs. After both of them had calmed down, the vines recoiled back into the earth.

“Oh, goodness… Are you alright, Frankie?” Julie questioned.

“Uhm.. yes, I’m quite alright. Are you?” Frank responded. Julie sat up, then crawled over to help Frank up. They both sat together for a minute. Both of them a hot mess, with hair and clothes ruffled up, looked at each other with a knowing look.

“Yes, I’m alright, Dearie…” Julie paused for a moment, “You liked that, didn’t you?” Julie smirked.

“Wha- I- Uhm, well… yeah…” Frank said sheepishly.

“Hah, knew it!” Julie teased, “I did too. Fun, right?”

“Pfft, yes, I suppose. You’re such a little sponge for tickles, aren’t you?” Frank teased back.

“HAH, yeah I am! I have no shame in that.” Julie Beamed.

“I can tell.” Frank Mused. He stood up, Julie following. Just as they stepped out of the forest, a butterfly landed on Frank’s nose. Both of them froze, realizing it was the same butterfly from before.

“Frank!” Julie gasped. “Look!”

“I see it, Julie.” Frank said, calmly.

All of their worries had been taken from them by those vines. They went home to gather themselves and restore their earlier appearances, soon after spending the rest of the day together looking at the beauty of the insects they found. Both more calm and relieved of stress than they were before.

#sfw tk community #welcome home tickles #welcome home #lee!frank #lee!julie #ler!forest #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic #thanks for your request! I hope this is what you wanted!

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