#ler gogol

[fanta-syrop]

tr: darn it, kolya!

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[rachi-roo]

OMG- YOU DECIMATED FYODOR IN YOUR LAST FIC XD! I loved it! Can I please request some Sigma tickles? You know how Nikolai's favourite hobby is messing with Sigma? Well, what about one day, Sigma is reading (being peaceful for once) and Nikolai comes up to him and pesters him to read out loud a bit. Sigma complies because he's done with Nikolai's shit. And then Nikolai starts softly tickling Sigma to get him to mess up his reading. He starts teasing Sigma with air tickles and saying things like, 'if you mess up, I'll ticke you,', making Sigma more nervous, leading to more tickles, more fluff, and more cuteness! The best part? Sigma's never been tickled before, he doesn't know what the hell is happening except for the fact that he kind of likes it.

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Bungou Stray Dogs: Read it and weep.

Tee-Hee, Fyodor had that coming let's face it, the dirty rat XD Thank you! Glad you liked it! Let's hope this one turns out just as good for ya 👀 Little Sigma shouldn't have been left alone with this damn clown, very irresponsible XD Bonus points if you know what book Siggy is reading!!! ❤️

Summary: Nikolai convinces Sigma to read a story for him, but he has undiagnosed ADHD and gets bored of it quickly 👀

Lee!Sigma, Ler!Nikolai

Tw: None

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It was a cold autumn evening, Sigma was perched comfortably on a sofa in the little motel he had been placed in, after being saved by a certain murderous jester.

He would have been comfortable sitting there all night had he not been hounded by said Jester.

"Come ooooon! Please?" Nikolai whined, nudging Sigmas shoulder for the fourth time as he knelt beside him on the couch, begging with his eyes for Sigma to read to him. "You know how bored I get if I'm not given attention!"

Sigma sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "That I do..." He glanced at the clock, wondering if he could use dinner as an excuse to not read aloud. Unfortunately, not. He turned to Nikolai, who was still looking at him with those big puppy eyes.

"... Fine."

"Yippee!" Nikolai cheered, grabbing a plump cushion from the couch and making himself comfortable on the floor, sitting between Sigmas legs and using his knee as a head reast.

Once he was comfy, Sigma rolled his eyes and turned back to the first page in his book, he could always pick up where he was later, it's not like he didn't love reading this story. "Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy."

Nikolai sighed in content, happily listening to Sigmas soothing voice. It was so comforting to be able to just listen to someone. That comfort didn't last long, as Nikolai was a fidget. Getting bored so easily. He eyed Sigmas focused expression, not caring about the words being spoken anymore as a cheeky grin grew across his pale cheeks.

" 'What's that noise?" said Lucy suddenly. It was a far larger house than she had ever been in before and the thought of all th'-thohose- gh-" Sigma giggled quietly, feeling Nikolais hand upon his other knee, softly ghosting his fingers over the surface of his kneecap. He bit his lip, trying to ignore the sensation in hopes he would stop.

"Mhm- 'Those long passages and rohows of doors leading into empty rooms was beginning to make her feel a' lihittle-"

"Ticklish~?"

"Huh?" Sigma looked up from his book as Nikolai spoke over him. "Ticklish? No, that's not what it says."

Nikolais grin widened as he shifted his position, placing one hand on each of Sigmas knees, raising a brow as he gave both a brief squeeze. "No, goof ball, I'm asking if you're ticklish~"

A look of confusion took over Sigmas expression as his knees jerked away slightly. "Uhum... I don't know? I've read the definition of that word somewhere before but I don't think I've ever experienced something that matched it."

Nikolai nodded, waving a dismissive hand. "Very well. Doesn't matter. Keep reading~" It didn't matter at all. Nikolai had his answer. "But don't read it wrong again, or I'll have to punish you~"

That sentence coming from Nikolai was far more intimidating than you'd have thought. Sigma gulped, finding his place in his book again. "Right... 'Feel a little creepy. "It's only a bird, silly," said Edmund. "It's an owl." Sahaid Pehe-! Ahem... P-Peter."

As Sigma continued to read, Nikolai would trace and jellyfish over his kneecaps, reveling in just how awfully Sigma was failing to keep a straight face as a quivering smile tugged on his lips. He was indeed, very ticklish.

"Gosh, what's got you so squirmy tonight? Do you really not want to read to me that badly?" The jester teased, sitting back slightly to avoid a knee to the chin as he squeezed just above Sigmas knee, making him jerk away and snort suddenly.

Both gasped, sharing a look of suprise in silence as Sigma covered his mouth. "M'sorry." He apologised through his fingers, fearing what Nikolai was going to do to him.

"Last chance~" The other beamed, biting his lip eagerly, knowing very well he was going to win this scenario.

"Oh god- Uh... "This is going to be a wonderful place for birds. I shall go to bed n-OHOW-!" Sigma cackled suddenly, dropping his book and making a grab for Nikolais hands before their eyes met and panic set in.

"Uh-oh~" Nikolai sang as Sigma leaned back into the sofa, bringing his arms over his face, peeping between them as he slouched downward as Nikolai leaned closer.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to! It's just, you're making my knees itchy." He pleaded, looking up at Nikolai as he loomed over him, half kneeling between Sigmas legs.

"Pff- haha! Itchy? Oh, Sigma. My sweet, sweet Sigma. What an innocent child you are." Nikolai chuckled, cracking his knuckles before flexing them near Sigmas sides, sending ghost sensations through the others body.

It was strange. Why did Sigma feel so weird!? His stomach felt warm, and he desperately wanted to protect his sides from the sight of those wriggling fingers. "Nikolai, please, don't hurt meEHEEEE!?"

Two tickling hands suddenly latched onto Sigmas sides, pressing and squeezing at the soft flesh that was barely protected by his funky coat. Sigma arched his back, pushing at Nikolais chest with all his might, but in his reclined position and with Nikolai standing between his legs, he could go nowhere.

"Wahahait! W-Whahat is thihis!? I-I don't understAHAHAAAA!" He threw his head back, trying to bring his knees up at Nikolai massaged his thumbs into his ribs.

"Heheee~ See, Siggy boy, this is ticklish~ A truly adorable weakness to have. And it seems to be a big one for you." Nikolai chuckled, shaking his clawed fingers into Sigmas tummy, causing him to try and curl up like a woodlouse.

"Wahahait! EheheAHAHA! N-Nik-Nikolahai! Stah-Stahap- Oho! NananaaaAHAHA!" Sigmas laughter was bright and boyish. A real, proper 'ha ha' laugh with some small snorts to punctuate.

"Awww, looks like you're enjoying yourself, little guy. Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Haha! Coochie, cooo~!" Nikolai laughed with the three year old man as he bucked and writhed beneath his tickling fingers, cooing and baby talking him to add to the flustering predicament Sigma had found himself in.

"D-Dohon't say that! Ahaha! -snort- P-Ple- Wai-HAHA! NoooohOHO!"

His cheeks and ears were a pretty shade of pink. His two toned hair had become a mix match of white and lilac strands as it became tangled from his struggles whilst Nikolai drilled his thumbs into Sigmas hips.

"Mehercyyy! HAHAHAaaa-! -Gasp-! AHAHA! N-Noho! Help! Hehehelp!"

"Oh I can't wait to tell my best buddy, Fyodor, about this! I'm sure he'd love to play too! Haha, tickle, tickle, tiiickle~ Siiigma, why don't we pause this for now, that way Fyodor can help us find your most ticklish spot when he returns!" Nikolai beamed happily as he suddenly stopped his attack, cupping Sigmas hands.

Sigma just lay there, limp as a noodle, his chest heaving as he dragged in oxygen. He was smiling, though. The tickly sensation lingering on his skin made him feel warm. It was pleasant. Perhaps it was his touch starved body talking, but he looked at Nikolai with an embarrassed nod.

"Sure... You can both help." He huffed, covering his eyes in embarrassment.

Nikolai laughed at his reaction. "I knew it! You are Lee!"

"... My names Sigma?"

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Thanks for reading! 🥰💕 Much love!

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[tklpilled]

inarticulation

(fyodor/nikolai)

summary: bit by bit, nikolai falls in love. or maybe he's only just coming to terms with it.

a/n: good evening to fyolai enjoyers. and everyone else ig. this ones kinda messy oops !!

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

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Nikolai's hair is dyed red in sticky patches.

He drags his fingers through it, undoing the braid he'd carefully made. He tries not to wince as he runs through tangles, his jaw clenching as he stops himself from hissing in pain. He looks down at it once he's done, long and draped over his shoulder.

"Fedya," he murmurs, "you've ruined my hair."

"Cut it," Fyodor replies simply.

Nikolai gazes into the mirror, locking eyes with his reflection before quickly glancing away. "I'd rather not." He tries to picture himself with short hair. He decides he doesn't like it.

He runs himself a too-cold bath, washing and rinsing his hair in a monotonous cycle until it's back to its regular white colour and the water is tinted a rosy pink that reminds him of the crystals he's seen in shops. And then he has to get at his skin, to remove the dried blood that isn't his, and he scrubs until his flesh is raw and red. The faint scent of iron is drowned out by lemon-scented soap.

He shivers when he gets out, haphazardly throwing on the pieces of his outfit that aren't completely soaked in blood. He sits on the floor and begins to pat his hair dry. The towel is pulled from his hands, and when Nikolai looks up, he sees his companion kneeling next to him.

"Let me," Fyodor says, and Nikolai quietly obeys.

Nikolai focuses on Fyodor's soft breathing, and he closes his eyes and tries not to show how much he enjoys when Fyodor combs through it with his fingers. He almost wants to purr. You do things to me, Dostoy, he wants to say, but he doesn't dare open his mouth and ruin whatever this moment is.

That is, not until he feels Fyodor parting his damp hair into thirds. "I thought you wanted to cut it."

"No," Fyodor replies, beginning to braid it with practised ease. "I prefer it long."

Nikolai plays with a lock of silver hair that had fallen out of Fyodor's grasp, twirling it around his pointer finger. He lets the man tug at his hair, leaning his head back again when he realises he's straightened up too much. He shivers and tries not to jerk away when he feels Fyodor's warm breath on the back of his neck.

Fyodor fastens the end of the braid with a small rubber band, and Nikolai knows that it's going to hurt like a bitch when he takes it out but he doesn't say a thing about it.

"Should I braid your hair now, Dos-kun?" he asks as he turns to face Fyodor, only halfway joking.

Fyodor hums. "I doubt it's long enough."

"Not all of it," Nikolai corrects himself. He takes a bit of dark hair between his fingers before letting it fall back. "Only a bit."

To his surprise, Fyodor nods.

Nikolai moves to Fyodor's side, taking the same bit of hair he'd just let go of, detangling it gently. Fyodor closes his eyes, and Nikolai swallows thickly and tries not to stare at how beautiful he is.

He produces a tiny, clear band from his coat, and silently apologises to future Fyodor when he decides to remove it as he wraps it around.

"There," he says, leaning back and observing his work. Fyodor reaches up to feel it. He doesn't open his eyes.

"Thank you, Kolya."

Nikolai thinks he may be blushing.

Fyodor tells him, later in the day as the sun sets, hands curled around a cup of tea, "You could kill me now."

Nikolai doesn't look at him. "Why would I do that?"

He hears Fyodor take a sip. "It's what you want, is it not?"

"I'd rather not ruin such a quiet evening."

"You know, Gogol," Fyodor says, an amused smile finding its way to his lips, "I'm beginning to think you don't actually want me dead."

"That's not true. I despise you," Nikolai tries to say, but he thinks his mouth forms the word love instead.

He doesn't bother correcting it.

It makes Fyodor laugh, a quick chuckle slipping out, and Nikolai finally glances over at him. He doesn't think he's heard Fyodor genuinely laugh before.

He likes it.

"Dostoy," he starts, tilting his head slightly. "Why don't you ever laugh?"

Fyodor looks up, setting his cup to the side. "Why would I?"

Nikolai huffs, because he's the Demon King's jester, and being indirectly told that he isn't funny is hurtful. "I'd like to hear it more often."

Fyodor smiles up at him. "Well, then, I suppose you'll have to make me laugh more."

Fyodor is teasing him, Nikolai realises. He's hit with the sudden urge to tease him back.

"K-Kolya—!" Fyodor stammers, eyes widening as his breath catches. "Stop that—"

Nikolai practically lights up, excitement sparkling in his eyes as his fingers crawl over Fyodor's sides. "Don't tell me you're ticklish, Dos-kun!"

"Of course I'm not—n-nohot—" Fyodor hisses, his pale cheeks turning a wondrous shade of pink.

"Don't worry! I won't tell anyone~!" Nikolai promises with a giggle. "Our little secret! Just laugh for me now, 'kay?"

So Fyodor does, laughs his raspy and breathy laugh, and Nikolai closes his eyes with a giddy smile as he listens to it. Fyodor seems to be trying to control his laughter as if to compose himself, so Nikolai scoffs and digs his thumbs into his hips to make him yelp and ruin all his progress. It sends Fyodor into a wild and uncontrollable state and Nikolai loves it.

He looks down when he feels hands gripping his wrists, pushing him away. He laughs. "How fun~! The demon Fyodor can be ruined with just a simple touch! I might have trouble keeping this to myself..."

"Nikolai," Fyodor glares, but he's still blushing and sort-of-almost smiling, and it ruins the entire intimidation aspect.

Nikolai coos. "I'm only joking, Dostoy!" He wiggles his fingers, being held just inches away from Fyodor's torso. "As long as I get to play with you sometimes, that is~!"

Fyodor huffs and shoves him away. "Ridiculous," he says, but Nikolai already knows that he'll allow it anyway. He almost mentions it, in hopes to see that pretty blush again, but he decides to be merciful for once in his life.

(Quietly, Nikolai starts to wonder if he really wants to be free.)

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[blue-little-angel]

What's up, Lucas? Love your writing! Can I please request a fill of Lee! Nikolai ler! gn reader? If you've ever been tickled before (and like it ofc!), you know how FREEING it can feel! And what does Nikolai strive for? Freedom! Yeah, I just want the clown to get *lovingly* wrecked and pampered, honestly. If you're cool with it, can you turn this concept into a fic, pls?

My apologies it took so much time to make, I had been struggling with making a present for my friend's birthday so I wasn't able to write all the requests, I APOLOGIZE DEEPLY FOR MAKING YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING WAIT SO MUCH!! SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY!!!!😭🫂

•°|Hope your day is as great as you are|°•

Fandom: boungo stray dogs

Lee: Nikolai Gogol

Ler: Gn! Reader

Sorry if it's not as good as expected 🫂🥹

You were breathless from your playful wrestling match with Nikolai. The agility and strength of the clown never ceased to amaze you. But finally, through persistence and a clever maneuver, you had gained the advantage, pinning Nikolai to the ground beneath you.

His beloved coat lay just out of reach, impossible for him to use it and escape. With Nikolai now at your mercy, vulnerable without its protective padding, a mischievous idea came to mind. After all, he had been causing quite a ruckus with his antics that day. What better thing to do than a bit of tickling to teach him a lesson?

Nikolai's eyes widened as he sensed your intent. "N-now see here, no need for such foolishness!" he protested, but there was barely suppressed laughter behind his words. Your hands danced lightly over his sides and stomach, eliciting muffled snorts and chuckles.

Much to your surprise, Nikolai did not seem nearly as opposed to the tickling as his words implied. A wide smile broke out across his pretty face as he squirmed and giggled helplessly beneath your teasing fingers. His body shook with barely contained laughter, his cute squeaks filling you with delight.

As for Nikolai well...to his surprise, he didn't mind it so much. He felt free, in his own little bubble of silly chuckles and soft feather-like touches. In fact forget what I said, it's not that he didn't mind it, he loved that feeling.

After a few moments, you showed mercy and eased up your assault. Nikolai gazed up at you, still smiling, a sparkle of mischief and fun in his eyes. Perhaps even this sadistic clown had a soft spot for some harmless affection. From that day on, you knew just the trick for livening up any dour moods or silly spats - a well-placed tickle would have Nikolai in happy stitches in no time !

As Nikolai's giggles subsided, he took a moment to catch his breath. His cheeks wore a rosy blush from such undignified yet undeniable mirth. "You've found my one weakness it seems, my dove" he rumbled with amusement.

You smiled gently down at him, stroking his hair in a soothing rhythm. Nikolai sighed contentedly, leaning into your touch like a pampered pet. In these quiet moments of trust, his eccentric persona faded and glimpses of deeper vulnerability showed through.

You knew how difficult it was for him to let down his guard, even around loved ones, how much his willingness to be free affected that. That he allowed this playful intimacy spoke volumes of his care for you. Your heart swelled with affection for this lonely soul who so rarely showed his calm softer side.

And with that you went back to lightly tickle under his chin, letting his beautiful weirdly shy giggles fill the hallways

#ler!reader #lee!Nikolai #bsd tickle #boungo stray dogs #nikolai gogol x reader #gn reader #bsd x reader #tickle fic

[fucking-michaell]

Stretches

A/N: IM DOING REQUESTS AS WELL I PINKY PROMISE I just already had this one half done!!!

Warnings: none!

Could be interpreted as romantic or platonic but I wrote it with romantic undertones!!

‼️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!! IF YOURE NOT INTO THAT KIND OF THING JUST SCROLL‼️

It was Sigma's own fault really. He should know better than to stretch like that, in such a way that made him so vulnerable. That's what the two on either side of him would attest, Anyhow.

"St-stohop it right this instant! Noho—!" The dual haired man twisted back and forth. On either side of him sat Fyodor and Nikolai, each keeping a grip on one of his wrists, leaving both arms high in the air.

"This is your faaaaault~" Sang the jester, hand climbing up Sigma's side. Sigma's skin twitched under the contact of Nikolai's bright red fingernails against it. He could swear nikolai had some sort of magic that made them tickle more. (He didn't, Sigma's just that ticklish.)

"Stretching like that while sitting in the middle..~" tsked the man on the right, one finger scratching right in the center of Sigma's underarm. "You're practically asking for it."

Sigma yipped out in complaint. He'd meant it to sound more like a grumble or a growl, to threaten them into letting him go, but…

"G-gogol–!" He gasped out as The jesters fingernails tip tapped across his bare stomach, fluttering in such a way that would drive him insane, if he kept on for too long.

"Oh look, Dos-kun, I think I'm winning! Listen to the way he's gasping! Oh isn't it cute?~"

"Very cute." Fyodor smirked, bringing his own hand down to knead at Sigma's hip. The latter gave a shriek in response. "But I dare-say its me who's winning~"

Sigma's feet pounded against the floor. Thoughts flooded his head of how unfair this was, not only two versus one but two sadists versus one very ticklish victim. His cheeks flushed pink as the two began to speak again.

"Which is worse, Sigma?"

"Kyola?"

"Or Dos-kun?~"

Sigma whined out in protest. On one hand, Fyodor had a way of finding exactly where it tickled most and zeroing right in on it, leaving him shrieking and kicking. But on the other, Nikolai's nails just lightly fluttering against his bare tummy drove him up the wall, and the teasing, he thought to himself. Both were unfairly good at this.

"I think he's ignoring us, dos-kun!" Nikolai gasped.

"Well then, if he doesn't want to answer.." a sinister chucked escaped the black haired man, both locking eyes for a moment before leaning in against his ears, speaking together.

"We'll tickle it out of you~"

Sigma's eyes widened. Suddenly, both mens hands moved from where they were. Fydors thumb pressed itself into the soft spot between Sigma's hip and his thigh, squeezing mercilessly. Gogol, on the other hand, moved to circle one finger around the rim of Sigma's bellybutton. The purple and white haired man gave a loud shriek. He tugged and twisted every which way as incoherent babbles fell from his lips through helpless giggling and cackles.

"F-FYoHODor! N-nAHa! I c–AhaNt—"

Mercifully, fyodor ceased. Well. Sort of mercifully. His hand instead grabbed onto the wrist Nikolai was holding prior. Sigma wondered when he'd let go?? Though his thoughts were quickly stifled by the sight of Nikolai's fingers wiggling inches from his stomach.

"Fyodor, hm? I'll change that for you~" In an instant, both of Gogol's hands explored around Sigma's bare tummy. One fingernails dipping into his tummy button, while the other hand spidered all around the sensitive skin. The poor man immediately fell back into stitches.

"N-nOho plEHEASE GET OhOuT! KyOHolA!" Sigma's torso flinched and twitched under each touch, his arms desperately fighting to get free with no success.

"Well? Is it worse than what dos-kun was doing?~"

"Y-YEhEs GOD STOhOp!"

"I told you~" giggled the jester at the dark haired man, who tsked as Sigma took shallow breaths. He felt a sense of relief.

Until he felt Nikolai take his wrists and pull them back up.

"Allow me to prove otherwise~"

Nikolai felt a giddy sense of dread as that pink spread across his cheeks again. He was going to be here for a long, long time.

#bsd tickle #lee!sigma #ler!fyodor #ler!nikolai #fyosiglai #sigma bsd #nikolai gogol #fyodor dostoevsky

[deysialfher]

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O morro dos ventos uivantes (Emilly Bronte)

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Homem invisível (Ralph Ellison)

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[italeean]

Hello! Congrats on 350 followers! You're imcredibly talented, so good on you! May I please request an entry for the event?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs.

Role in the tk community: Ler (I've been blessed with not being ticklish.

Romantic/platonic: Platonic (unless it's Fyodor, Dazai, or Sigma😂)

Gender: Male.

Here's a little about me :)

Age: 23

Gender: male.

MBTI: INTJ.

Introvert/extrovert: introvert.

Hobbies: playing the cello and piano (habe played both since I was 10), playing chess, and reading (I got a whole mini library in my house XD).

Likes: Stargazing, strategizing, books, instrumental music, listening.

Dislikes: Rude people, those who don't listen, dogmatic people, loud/crowded places.

Random facts I thought I'd include: Like a certain Russian rat, I'm anaemic. I'm also a bit of an insomniac, though I take meds for both. I speak MUCH more formally in person, though I tend to use slang or more laxed language online as a tone indicator (the struggles of ASD😅).

Feel free to decline if you get to busy. Your well-being comes first! Have a fantastic day and I wish you luck on all future endveavours!

Hello fellow INTJ, thank you for participating!!! I had lots of fun writing your request, it was genuinely cute 🥹❤️ Btw you remind me a lot of Fyodor haha but I didn't match you with him... anyway, I hope you'll enjoy your match! Let me know if you do, my dear Fyodor-anon ❤️🍡 *some dango to enjoy while reading*

🔮 So for my event, your match is... SIGMA

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

• Okay first, Sigma is an absolute sweetheart with 100% lee energy, which matches your ler vibes • I feel like he'd be amazed by how many talents you have! He's the kind of guy who'd sit down and watch you play an instant for hours • He'd always take you with him at the casino, but he wouldn't make you stay in the middle of the crowd... he'd probably let you watch the cameras and see how people are playing. He'd love to hear your sarcastic comment's about the lack of brain of some people • I feel like the perfect date for you two would be an indoor date or exploring hidden gems where you can be almost alone and admire the landlord • I feel like his laughter goes from extremely high-pitched to silent... you'd probably tell him "Now I can play another instrument" just to see him blush • He'd be ✨️hopeless✨️ in a chess match against you, which would lead to him pouting at you... and obviously it would mean cheer-up soft tickles!! (I feel like he'd prefer a softer touch in this context) • HOWEVER... he'd be a great match against you in card games because he can memorize the cards so he'd have a big advantage to match your superior strategizing abilities! • I'm sure you'd annihilate him at Risiko, and he'd destroy you at Memory hahaha (if I had a game night with you two, I'd have to get ready for a major humiliation /hj) • I can imagine you two having a window on your ceiling to fall asleep while stargazing, although sometimes you'd also go out • I'm positive that Sigma would close the casino for one night just to do stargazing with you from such a high and secluded spot! • I feel like you'd enjoy reading together sometimes, and then you'd comment on the books you read at night... Sigma would LOVE your more formal speech style • Thanks to his amazing memory, Sigma would remember to make sure you follow a diet full of iron and take iron integrators... he'd do his best to take perfect care of you

🔮 Tickle scenario

Note: "мой ангел" means "my angel"

Fyodor Dostoevsky and Nikolai Gogol probably weren't the best guys around... to be honest, they weren't even close to being good, but they actually did the best thing when they introduced you to Sigma.

He was an angel to you, even if he couldn't see it. How he both listened and opened up to you, watched you play instruments as if you were a music deity, how he showed appreciation towards you and the quality time you spent together... you two were a match made in heaven. Different enough to complete each other and similar enough to be compatible.

You were thinking all of this as you watched your little angel asleep on the couch, breathing deeply but without making a sound. He looked like he was having a peaceful dream.

You had asked him if he could listen to a cello piece you were practicing on. It was an extremely relaxing piece, some critics even said it was probably a lullaby written by the composer for his children, but you didn't really think it would work on your boyfriend.

However, you had to interrupt that blissful moment for Sigma's sake. It was almost dinner time and sleeping at that time was surely going to mess up his sleeping schedule. You chuckled, glancing at that sleeping angelic face once more before tracing his back lightly to wake him up softly.

A smile formed on the dual-haired guy's face and it got wider and wider until it turned into a sleepy, groggy giggle. "Good morning, мой ангел~" you smirked while he looked up at you, still giggling as the last traces of sleep left his eyes.

"I wanna sleep... just keep playing your cello..." he tried pointlessly to swat your hands away. "No can do," You sing-songed "It's dinner time, and you need to get up if you want to sleep tonight." Your words made him groan, but he knew you were right.

"Go awayyy" He whined, and then he made the worst mistake. "Did you... just throw a pillow at my face?" You asked, showing playful indignation, and decided to make him regret that choice.

"5... 4... 3..." You started counting, and Sigma knew what was coming. You ignored his pleads and neutralized every attempt he made to get away, "2... 1..."

"Gyahahahahaha Ihihi'm sohohorryehe pleheheahase nohohohot thihihis!!!" He kicked with his legs and punched the couch, as if doing that would give him any relief or protection from the tickling he was receiving on his back, sides, ribs and underarms. "I'm afraid I have to decline your request, dear... you had your chance to listen to me, and now you have to face the punishment for not doing so." You solemnly scolded him. You didn't know why but that kind of tone always flustered him.

"YohOHOu're meHEahAHan..!" He complained while you drew little circles in the hollow of his underarms. "Says the one who threw a pillow at my face..." You quickly retorted, and then you decided to go for the kill without any kind of warning.

"NAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHE NEHEHEHEHEHEHECK!!! I'M SOHOHOHORRY IHIHI'M SAHAHAHAHARRYEHEHE IHIHI'LL GEHEHET UHUHUHUHUP!!!" He immediately caved in. It was adorable for you how he could've handle even two fingers tracing his neck.

"I didn't even get to use my whole hands there... but I got what I wanted and I'm getting quite hungry, so I'll let you off the hook this time." You decided to be merciful and helped him sit up, giving a couple of minutes to recover.

You noticed how late it was, and noticing that Sigma was fully recovered, you got up and walked towards the door of the living room. "Come on, let's go to din-" You tried to say before getting interrupted by two hands squeezing your sides.

"Hahaha I got you!" Sigma exclaimed proudly, eager to finally get his revenge on you... only to find out, to his dismay, that you weren't even twitching.

"Nice try, мой ангел~"

"H-how can this- No! Nononono wait wait wahAHAHAHAHAIT..!"

#350/400 followers event #milestone event #bungo stray dogs tickle #bsd tickle #ler!reader #lee!sigma #ticklish!sigma #fyodor anon 🐈‍⬛

[intheticklecloset]

Hey there, I hope you're doing well! May I ask for Gogol for 6, 7 and 11 for the ask game?

I have never in my life seen anyone refer to Nikolai as "Gogol" before. The way I almost replied to this saying I didn't know who that was. Good thing I took a second to look it up! 😅

Also technically Nikolai is on my won't-write list but like, I'll give it a shot here.

~~~

6. Are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

I agree with the vast majority of people that Nikolai has big ler energy, so I'd say he's definitely more of a ler overall.

7. Who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

Knowing very little about the man as I do, I'd say probably Fyodor or Sigma. I haven't seen him interact with other characters enough to make the call on whether he'd tickle them often or not.

11. Would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

I actually feel like Nikolai would be more affected by rough tickling, and that he'd enjoy rough tickling more on the rare occasion where he's the lee. I don't know, it just seems to fit him.

#nym speaks #character tickle game

[renatarenatah]

Eu li todos livros que Rory leu!

Por acaso, eu leio muito rápido e terminei esses livros por dias e semanas. Amei esses livros! Rory é estudiosa, tem boas escolhas para ler.

Listona com os 339 livros que Rory leu em ‘Gilmore Girls’:

1. 1 984 – George Orwell

2. As Aventuras de Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain

3. Alice no País das Maravilhas – Lewis Carroll

4. As Incríveis Aventuras de Kavalier & Clay – Michael Chabon

5. Uma Tragédia Americana – Theodore Dreiser

6. As Cinzas de Ângela – Frank McCourt

7. Anna Karenina – Leon Tolstoy

8. O Diário de Anne Frank – Anne Frank

9. The Archidamian War – Donald Kagan

10. A Arte da Ficção – Henry James

11. A Arte da Guerra – Sun Tzu

12. Enquanto Agonizo – William Faulkner

13. Reparação – Ian McEwan

14. Autobiography of a Face – Lucy Grealy

15. The Awakening – Kate Chopin

16. Babe – Dick King-Smith

17. Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women – Susan Faludi

18. Balzac e a Costureirinha Chinesa – Dai Sijie

19. Bel Canto – Ann Patchett

20. A Redoma de Vidro – Sylvia Plath

21. Amada – Toni Morrison

22. Beowulf: A New Verse Translation – Seamus Heaney

23. Bagavadguitá

24. Os Irmãos Bielski – Peter Duffy

25. Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women – Elizabeth Wurtzel

26. A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays – Mary McCarthy

27. Admirável Mundo Novo – Aldous Huxley

28. Um Lugar Chamado Brick Lane – Monica Ali

29. Brigadoon – Alan Jay Lerner

30. Cândido – Voltaire

31. Os Cantos de Cantuária – Chaucer

32. Carrie, A Estranha – Stephen King

33. Ardil 22 – Joseph Heller

34. O Apanhador no Campo de Centeio – J. D. Salinger

35. A Teia de Charlotte – E. B. White

36. The Children’s Hour – Lillian Hellman

37. Christine – Stephen King

38. Um Conto de Natal – Charles Dickens

39. Laranja Mecânica – Anthony Burgess

40. The Code of the Woosters – P.G. Wodehouse

41. The Collected Stories – Eudora Welty

42. A Comédia dos Erros – William Shakespeare

43. Complete Novels – Dawn Powell

44. The Complete Poems – Anne Sexton

45. Complete Stories – Dorothy Parker

46. Uma Confraria de Tolos – John Kennedy Toole

47. O Conde de Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas

48. A Vingança de Bette – Honoré de Balzac

49. Crime e Castigo – Fiodor Dostoievski

50. Pétala Escarlate, Flor Branca – Michel Faber

51. As Bruxas de Salém – Arthur Miller

52. Cão Raivoso – Stephen King

53. O Estranho Caso do Cão Morto – Mark Haddon

54. Filha da Fortuna – Isabel Allende

55. David e Lisa – Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D

56. David Copperfield – Charles Dickens

57. O Código da Vinci – Dan Brown

58. Almas Mortas – Nikolai Gogol

59. Os Demônios – Fiodor Dostoievski

60. A Morte de Um Caixeiro-Viajante – Arthur Miller

61. Deenie – Judy Blume

62. The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America – Erik Larson

63. The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band – Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars e Nikki Sixx

64. A Divina Comédia – Dante Alighieri

65. Divinos Segredos – Rebecca Wells

66. Dom Quixote de La Mancha – Miguel Cervantes

67. Conduzindo Miss Daisy – Alfred Uhry

68. O Médico e o Monstro – Robert Louis Stevenson

69. Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems – Edgar Allan Poe

70. Eleanor Roosevelt – Blanche Wiesen Cook

71. O Teste do Ácido do Refresco Elétrico – Tom Wolfe

72. Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters – Mark Dunn

73. Eloise – Kay Thompson

74. Emily, the Strange: Os Dias Perdidos – Roger Reger

75. Emma – Jane Austen

76. Empire Falls – Richard Russo

77. Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective – Donald J. Sobol

78. Ethan Frome – Edith Wharton

79. Ética – Spinoza

80. Europe through the Back Door, 2003 – Rick Steves

81. Eva Luna – Isabel Allende

82. Tudo se Ilumina – Jonathan Safran Foer

83. Extravagance – Gary Krist

84. Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury

85. Fahrenheit 9/11 – Michael Moore

86. The Fall of the Athenian Empire – Donald Kagan

87. Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World – Greg Critser

88. Medo e Delírio em Las Vegas – Hunter S. Thompson

89. A Sociedade do Anel – J. R. R. Tolkien

90. Um Violinista no Telhado – Joseph Stein

91. As Cinco Pessoas que Você Encontra no Céu – Mitch Albom

92. Finnegan’s Wake – James Joyce

93. Fletch Venceu – Gregory McDonald

94. Flowers for Algernon – Daniel Keyes

95. The Fortress of Solitude – Jonathan Lethem

96. A Nascente – Ayn Rand

97. Frankenstein – Mary Shelley

98. Franny e Zooey – J. D. Salinger

99. Sexta-Feira Muito Louca – Mary Rodgers

100. Galápagos – Kurt Vonnegut

101. Gender Trouble – Judith Butler

102. George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President – Jacob Weisberg

103. Gidget – Frederick Kohner

104. Garota, Interrompida – Susanna Kaysen

105. Os Evangelhos Gnósticos – Elaine Pagels

106. O Poderoso Chefão: Livro 1 – Mario Puzo

107. O Deus das Pequenas Coisas – Arundhati Roy

108. Cachinhos Dourados e os Três Ursos – Alvin Granowsky

109. E o Vento Levou – Margaret Mitchell

110. O Bom Soldado – Ford Maddox Ford

111. The Gospel According to Judy Bloom – Judy Bloom

112. A Primeira Noite de um Homem – Charles Webb

113. As Vinhas da Ira – John Steinbeck

114. O Grande Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald

115. Grandes Esperanças – Charles Dickens

116. O Grupo – Mary McCarthy

117. Hamlet – William Shakespeare

118. Harry Potter e o Cálice de Fogo – J. K. Rowling

119. Harry Potter e a Pedra Filosofal – J. K. Rowling

120. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius – Dave Eggers

121. O Coração das Trevas – Joseph Conrad

122. Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders – Vincent Bugliosi e Curt Gentry

123. Henry IV, parte I – William Shakespeare

124. Henry IV, parte II – William Shakespeare

125. Henry V – William Shakespeare

126. Alta Fidelidade – Nick Hornby

127. A História do Declínio e Queda do Império Romano – Edward Gibbon

128. Holidays on Ice: Stories – David Sedaris

129. The Holy Barbarians – Lawrence Lipton

130. Casa de Areia e Névoa – Andre Dubus III

131. A Casa dos Espíritos – Isabel Allende

132. Como Respirar Debaixo D’Água – Julie Orringer

133. Como o Grinch Roubou o Natal – Dr. Seuss

134. How the Light Gets In – M. J. Hyland

135. Uivo – Allen Ginsberg

136. O Corcunda de Notre Dame – Victor Hugo

137. A Ilíada – Homero

138. Confissões de uma Groupie: I’m With the Band – Pamela des Barres

139. A Sangue Frio – Truman Capote

140. Inferno – Dante Alighieri

141. O Vento Será tua Herança – Jerome Lawrence e Robert E. Lee

142. Ironweed – William J. Kennedy

143. It Takes a Village – Hillary Rodham Clinton

144. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte

145. O Clube da Sorte da Alegria – Amy Tan

146. Júlio César – William Shakespeare

147. A Célebre Rã Saltadora do Condado de Cavaleras – Mark Twain

148. A Selva – Upton Sinclair

149. Just a Couple of Days – Tony Vigorito

150. Os Últimos Dias dos Romanov – Robert Alexander

#leitura #rory gilmore #gilmore girls #meustextos

[rainbowwing251]

thank you for spreading the lee noah propaganda i am not immune to extremely ticklish jrpg protagonist

as a thanks i offer you: ler!mio who is a menace as a ler but is also very ticklish and can't win tickle fights unless it's against noah or taion.

also consider ouroboros tickle fight battle royale. every man for himself. who do you think would win 👀 -tickleraptorss

I may not be as active on here as I once was, but I’ll keep on spreading the lee!Noah propaganda for the foreseeable future! Maybe one day the lee!Noah nation will rise up…

Hehe ler!Mio who can’t take what she dishes out when her lee turns the tables on her~ She may be able to tease you into oblivion, she may be able to tickle you to tears, but the moment you fight back and start tickling her? She’s down and out for the count!

This is often the case when she tries to tickle Sena. There are rare occasions where she wins the tickle fights that occur between them, but 99% of the time her starting a tickle fight with her goes about as well as trying to fight a Level 80-something Gogol at the beginning of each Xenoblade game.

And the Ouroboros tickle fight battle royale… hmm… I’m having a hard time thinking about who would come out on top, but I know damn well that it’s not going to be Noah. He’d probably be the first to go!

I might have to give this a bit more thought, but I think the winner would be Lanz? I was originally going to say Sena because she seems to be physically stronger than most of Ouroboros, but Lanz is likely just as strong as she is, and is far less ticklish to boot. Taion was another contender, but let’s face it: under that scarf and stoic exterior is a ticklish nerd who’d likely get targeted by Eunie and Lanz at the very least.

Again, I might need to think about this for a bit longer, but I’m going to say Lanz would be the winner.

#tickling #xenoblade chronticles #Xenoblade chrontickles 3 #The colorful words of the color grey #ler!Mio #Lee!Mio #The Ouroboros tickle Royale reminds me of a dream I had this January #I don’t remember most of what happened in that dream #But I do remember someone (probably Lanz) launching a surprise tickle attack on Noah and he shrieked #Taion got tickled too and he squealed #Though I don’t remember who it was that tickled him #I also remember Mio making one of those exaggerated shocked faces in response to Noah’s shriek and Taion’s squeal while she pointed at them #She wasn’t that surprised to hear those noises I think she was just being silly #Maybe I should try to write that #Though I don’t know how I would go about doing that since like I said I don’t remember much of what happened in the dream

[sskk-ao3feed]

the invasion of the anthropomorphic kinder eggs

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Jyw8cSM by ego_rock in a world where all the gays that i could be bothered to put in aswell as mari live in peace under the rule of king ed,what will happen if one day an army of anthropomorphic kinder eggs invade the beautiful land of edonia?idk read it to find out Words: 492, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game), Breaking Bad, Ed Sheeran (Musician), OMORI (Video Game), Nyan~ Neko Sugar Girls, The Lorax (2012), Hello Kitty - All Media Types, Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Kamishiro Rui, Tenma Tsukasa, Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Omori (OMORI), Kel (OMORI), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ed Sheeran, Kusanagi Nene, Ootori Emu, Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs), Sigma (Bungou Stray Dogs), The Once-ler (The Lorax), The Lorax (The Lorax), Freddy Fazbear, William Afton | Dave Miller, Mari (OMORI), Bokutachi-san (Nyan~ Neko Sugar Girls), Hitoshi-san (Nyan~ Neko Sugar Girls), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Hatsune Miku, Hello Kitty, an anthropomorphic kinder egg Relationships: Kamishiro Rui/Tenma Tsukasa, Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ed Sheeran/Ed Sheeran, Kusanagi Nene/Ootori Emu, Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs), sigma - Relationship, mari/the stairs(OMORI), The Lorax (The Lorax)/Ed Sheeran, Freddy Fazbear (Five Nights at Freddy's)/The Onceler (The Lorax), Bokutachi-san/Hitoshi-san (Nyan~ Neko Sugar Girls), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), the onceler/the lorax (The lorax) Additional Tags: crackfic, idfk man im bored cuz im off school, Not to be taken seriously, drug cartels(as in multiple), Crime, gay people, omori - Freeform, Hatsune Miku is god, also hello kitty is also god, more crime, Arson, Murder, Angst, idfk bro i just pulled an all nighter, againt my will, mind you, tw!british people read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Jyw8cSM

#ao3feed sskk #akuatsu #fic rec

[macrosoftgo]

The matriarch dual family

“The people stick with you you can make a mistake and go home again,” she added. Fichandler said in an interview on the website of Theater Communications Group, an umbrella organization for nonprofit theaters.

“The company is the equivalent in the world of theater to the family in a social form when you knock on the door, they have to let you in,” Ms. (Arena phased out its acting company in the 1990s, after Ms. Its resident actors over the years made up a list of luminaries: Robert Prosky, Frances Sternhagen, George Grizzard, Philip Bosco, Roy Scheider, Robert Foxworth and Dianne Wiest, in addition to Mr. It is no surprise, then, that Arena’s success was built on the resident company format. Fichandler’s belief, however, that the actor is the central element of the theater - “because it’s the behavior of the actor, the experience of the actor that reveals to the audience who they are,” she said - and that an acting company best allows the actor to thrive. In 1968, Arena became the first regional theater to send a play to Broadway when a trimmed-down version of its production of “The Great White Hope,” Howard Sackler’s extravagant stage biography of the boxer Jack Johnson that starred James Earl Jones and Jane Alexander leading a cast of 60 actors, opened at the Alvin Theater (since renamed for Neil Simon) and won the Tony Award for best play and the Pulitzer Prize for drama. So did its production of the musical revue “Tintypes.” Its numerous new works by emerging writers have included the American premieres of “Indians,” Arthur Kopit’s scabrous sendup of the mythology of the American West, and “Moonchildren,” Michael Weller’s portrayal of college students living communally both ended up on Broadway. Under her leadership, Arena became one of the nation’s leading theater companies and in the forefront of a regional theater movement that brought quality professional productions to communities from coast to coast.Īrena’s mission statement declares its dedication to American theater artists, but through its history it has ranged widely, presenting the plays of both American and European masters - Chekhov and O’Neill among them - and dramas by contemporary writers, including Arthur Miller, Tom Stoppard, Athol Fugard and Edward Albee. And though she never became a household name, she was a titan in the theater world, a visionary producer and teacher who was instrumental in seeding the American continent with the work of playwrights, directors, actors and designers. Fichandler, whose title was artistic director or producing director, was Arena’s artistic force until she stepped down in 1991. Fichandler handled the business end of the theater. Mangum did not stay at Arena he had a career directing overseas and elsewhere in the United States. They converted a former burlesque house and movie theater in a rundown section of the city to a 247-seat theater in the round and put on an ambitious first season of 18 productions, including three Shakespeare plays and works by Molière, Shaw, Synge, Gogol, Tennessee Williams and Oscar Wilde. Indeed, the existence of a professional resident theater in the United States outside of New York was, at the time, nearly anomalous. The impetus to start a company in the first place, she later said, was that there was little theater to be seen in Washington - or anywhere else but New York - aside from amateur productions, summer stock, festivals and touring Broadway shows. Fichandler (pronounced fitch-AND-ler), who had studied Russian at Cornell, was finishing her master’s degree in theater at George Washington University - her thesis was about Shakespeare in the Soviet Union - when she and her husband, Thomas Fichandler, along with a theater teacher, Edward Mangum, founded Arena in 1950. Her son Mark said the cause was congestive heart failure. Zelda Fichandler, a seminal figure in the regional theater movement who led Arena Stage in Washington for 41 years, producing more than 400 shows and directing more than 50 for a company that helped spur the growth of professional theater around the country and became its centerpiece in the nation’s capital, died on Friday at her home in Washington.

#The matriarch dual family

[considerandos]

Mágoas Egocêntricas

De há uns tempos a esta parte dei por mim a viver no passado. Vivo de memórias, a ponto de escrever já quase uma centena de recordações de infância e adolescência. Quantas vezes de doçura superior ao seu paladar contemporâneo, como é característico do estado nostálgico.

Vejo muitos filmes, mas quase todos mais velhos do que eu, chegando ao ponto de me deliciar com os clássicos mudos dos primórdios da arte cinematográfica.

Dou por mim embevecido pela beleza e charme das divas do antigamente, quantas delas desaparecidas antes mesmo do meu nascimento e com quem não posso ter muito em comum.

Mas a verdade é que me emociono em retrospectiva, com as alegrias e tristezas daqueles antepassados que me vão parecendo cada vez mais com a pessoa que fui e que sou e com aqueles que comigo se cruzaram nesta viagem.

Leio livros antigos ou sobre história. Estou a reler o Eça integral, o Camilo de vez em quando, o Herculano e até o Pessoa. Passei recentemente por Gogol, Orwell, Dostoievski, Malraux, Tchekov, Gide, Hesse, Döblin, Zweig, e até o Dom Quixote l�� na íntegra e não contente gravei a leitura em voz alta à laia de legado à descendência.

Só na música me vou mantendo minimamente atual, mas essa excepção decorre apenas dos meus gostos intemporais. Oiço música contemporânea de fusão, quase sempre instrumental, com especial incidência no jazz nórdico, sombrio, existencial, deprimido até, ainda que não propriamente deprimente, pelo menos para mim, porque me emociono com a beleza, a profundidade e a pureza desses sons salmódicos. Mas fora o silêncio musical da escola ECM só oiço ocasionalmente clássicos de rock e alguma música barroca. Pelo que também nos gostos musicais evidencio desprezo pela novidade, pela tendência do momento e pelo facilitismo das rádios, televisões e internet.

Aliás agora que penso nisso também vislumbro comportamentos retrógrados noutros hábitos quotidianos. Prescindi em absoluto da rádio e da televisão salvo para ver cinema e mesmo este quase sempre antigo. Passo os serões a ler, a ouvir música e a escrever. Não vou regularmente ao São Carlos, como os burgueses lisboetas de oitocentos, mas as minhas saídas extra-laborais (e o trabalho faço-o cada vez mais dentro de portas) são para ir a concertos (quase exclusivamente de jazz ou World music) e para promenades não pela avenida mas pelos novos passeios espalhados pela grande Lisboa, muitas vezes sozinho e dando preferência a locais menos congestionados.

Não fomento amizades, não cultivo as poucas que me restam, não me sinto confortável em ambientes sociais, onde me acho forçado a falar e a ouvir o que não me interessa e com uma tendência para a secura na resposta, se alguma opinião particularmente avessa me for imposta com insistência.

Aliás descobri uma veia venenosa para o escárnio e o sarcasmo, no que concerne às opiniões e comportamentos dos meus semelhantes, quantas vezes inspiradores de pequenas crônicas que lavro em blogue.

Não estou minimamente interessado pela actualidade, não tenho curiosidade alguma pelas opiniões ou vidas dos outros, aliás abomino opiniões e mesmo as minhas reservo-as para contextos meramente profissionais e dou-as com o pudor de quem informa mais do que quer influenciar decisões. Acho que todos têm o direito a decidir por si próprios, mesmo que erradamente. Só assim aprenderão alguma coisa. Alerto, informo mas abstenho-me de dar conselhos a quem quer que seja. Os outros que escolham o caminho que acharem mais adequado depois de devidamente elucidados das eventuais consequências. A decisão é deles, para o melhor e para o pior.

Também eu sou assim comigo próprio. Tomo decisões reflectidas e ponderadas mas, em caso de erro, assumo por inteiro as consequências e retiro as devidas ilações. Só conheço um caminho de fuga, sempre em frente. Não tenho feitio para hesitações nem para recuos estratégicos.

Esta reflexão sobre a estranha pessoa em que me tornei e se calhar sempre fui, num exercício narcisista de auto-análise, serve apenas para tentar descortinar razões para uma misantropia crescente e para uma associabilidade em que me não revejo ou conformo, pelo menos na acentuada proporção que tem tomado.

Gabriel García Márquez disse que envelhecer era fazer um pacto honrado com a solidão. Pactuado com a solidão já eu ando há vários anos, resta contudo concluir sobre a honradez do trato.

A verdade é que não me sinto bem nesta fase da minha vida. Nunca fui muito feliz na minha pele, é certo, salvo alguns períodos de euforia há muito arquivados na memória, mas a questão agora parece-me mais existencial do que nunca.

Estudei, amei, criei filhos e raízes, cumpri sonhos que se tornaram banalidades, sobrevivi profissionalmente com algum interesse pela actividade que escolhi mas atingi um ponto de saciedade e saturação a partir do qual tudo perde sentido e interesse.

A família são memórias porque o contemporâneo é pura rotina, as paixões desapareceram substituídas por um desinteresse crescente por tudo e por todos. Os sonhos que tive cumpri e não sinto vocação para filantropo, até porque não tenho a maioria das pessoas em grande consideração, confesso.

Não me sinto revoltado nem desesperado com o que a vida me vai dando. A verdade é que sinto apenas um profundo tédio, como se já tivesse vivido tudo o que havia de interessante para viver e não soubesse muito bem o que fazer com o tempo que me resta.

E querem as pessoas viver até aos cem anos. Para quê? Que coisas interessantes haverá para fazer com essa idade?

Tem-me restado a arte, que vai preenchendo o vazio emocional em que se tornou a minha vida. Mas também este hábito crescente de verter por escrito as minhas mágoas egocêntricas.

Retomando o Eça faço lembrar o Jacinto da Cidade e as Serras. Infelizmente ainda não descobri a minha quinta de Tormes para me reconciliar com o mundo.

[tklpilled]

i wanna be your only friend

(sigma, nikolai)

summary: nikolai has a quiz.

a/n: started writing this after the s4 trailer got released lol i couldnt help myself. for the prompt ‘punishment’!

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

Sigma had been having a fairly decent day; nothing important enough to take note of had happened, but nothing bad had happened either and he was in a rather good mood. There wasn’t anything particularly stressful going on and things were running smoothly at the casino.

Please, however, take note of the past tense.

The source of his worsening day appears behind him right when Sigma turns his back. It’s not the first time it’s happened, but Sigma still can’t figure out how he does it.

“Please go away,” he groans, wondering in advance if he has anything to help with headaches.

“Sigma!” Nikolai exclaims, completely ignoring the previous statement. “How have you been, dear friend?”

“Better without you here.”

Nikolai continues to ignore him.

Friend is certainly a way to put it. Sigma’s never had friends, so it’s not like he has much experience, but Nikolai is not going to be his first. His morals aren’t the issue, really, considering Sigma’s own are rather skewed, but more the fact that Nikolai is so loud and energetic and Sigma prefers things to be the exact opposite of that. That’s not to say he hates Nikolai, or even that he dislikes him, but of all people to be his first friend he would rather it not be the man who dresses like a clown and never bothers wiping the blood off of him before showing up in front of Sigma’s customers.

“Quiz for you, Sigma!” Nikolai points at him, a grin on his face. “What’s my favourite colour?”

It’s a rather tame question, which means there has to be a catch. Sigma stares at him suspiciously. Nikolai’s smile only grows.

Sigma sighs. His fate is already sealed. “Blue?”

“Nope!” crows Nikolai. 

“What is it, then?” Sigma asks tiredly, wondering what he did to deserve this.

Nikolai, once again, doesn’t answer him. “Let’s see,” he says, tapping his finger against his chin. “You got it wrong, so I think you deserve some punishment, don’t you?”

There it is. Sigma eyes Nikolai’s overcoat, fearing for his life.

Nikolai seems to notice his worry. “Oh, I won’t hurt you!” he quickly adds, which only reassures Sigma a tiny bit.

Sigma sighs, closing his eyes. “What are you going to d-dOHO—whahat?”

Nikolai’s hands are on his sides, squeezing them in a way that’s so unbearable and so strange. It feels almost electric.

“Whahat are you dohohoing?” Sigma giggles—giggles?—as he tries to pry Nikolai’s fingers away. 

“I’m tickling you, silly!” the clown cheerfully answers. His eyes widen—or rather, eye, from what Sigma can see, but he assumes the hidden eye widens as well. “Aw, you’ve never been tickled, have you?”

Sigma shakes his head, clamping his mouth shut tightly in an attempt to stop his unwanted laughter, but it breaks free each time. 

Nikolai does not elaborate on what exactly it is that he’s doing, only continuing to draw squeals of laughter from his…accomplice. “Well, then, I suppose I should make up for lost time!”

There are many of Nikolai’s tones that Sigma doesn’t like, but he decides he especially doesn’t like this one.

The feeling gets somehow even worse when Nikolai decides he’s bored of Sigma’s sides and switches to digging into the spaces between his ribs, and it’s not hard enough to hurt but fuck, Sigma doesn’t think he can take it any longer, even though it’s only just begun.

“Gogol!” he cries as he doubles over, keeping a tight grip on Nikolai’s wrists. “Ihihi—plehehease!”

He can’t remember the last time he laughed so hard, or for so long. He’s not a particularly stoic person, it’s just that he has no reason to. Laughing feels nice, he’ll admit, but he does not like the weird, confusing sensation that comes with it.

Nikolai coos. “You’re real ticklish, aren’t you?” he says as he claws at Sigma’s ribs and makes him cackle. “This must be really unbearable, then, huh?”

“Shuhuhut the hehell uhup!” Sigma gasps. The words make his nerves feel like they’re on fire, more than they already do, and it amplifies the feeling too much. The feeling is at least dulled by his sweater, but it’s still so bad. “Wh-whahat are yohohou dohohoing?” he tries to ask again.

Nikolai crawls back down his sides, causing Sigma to squirm to no avail. “A magician never reveals his secrets!” Sigma snorts suddenly through his laughter. “I touch you and it makes you laugh. Simple!”

Really, between the embarrassment and the torturous feeling of Nikolai’s fingers, Sigma thinks he would’ve preferred actual pain. “I’ll kihihil yohohou!” It’s an empty threat. He probably couldn’t badly hurt Nikolai even if he wanted to—well. He does kind of want to. 

“My,” says Nikolai, looking almost surprised. “I didn’t think you’d be quite this sensitive. You’re even worse than Dostoy!”

The thought of Fyodor giggling helplessly like this only makes Sigma laugh harder, and he’s only slightly curious how Nikolai is still alive after that. Ah, well, he probably won’t be after revealing such a weakness, even though Sigma is far too terrified to ever act upon it.

He isn’t sure how long it’s been going on, but his stomach is starting to feel sore from his laughter and he doesn’t think he can handle this much longer. Nikolai has to have some mercy deep inside him, surely—

Ah. Of course not. Nikolai is massaging his thumbs into Sigma’s hips and shit, he might die here.

“Plehehehease!” he wails. Nikolai apparently notices the desperation in his voice, or maybe he’s just getting bored—both of which are unlikely, but Sigma is too busy trying to steady his breathing and stay on his feet to think about it. His face feels unnaturally warm. He thinks this is what people call blushing.

He doesn’t like it.

“Your hair is all messed up,” Nikolai scolds, ruffling it and only running it even more.

“Ahand wh-whose fault is that?” Sigma grumbles—tries to, anyway.

Nikolai spins his finger in a circular motion. “Turn around,” he instructs. Sigma does, because he’s too tired to be suspicious anymore; which could easily end very badly, but his brain is too fuzzy to care about that.

Luckily, Nikolai is not trying to kill him—through tickles or otherwise—and instead begins to section Sigma’s hair off to braid.

…He’ll allow it this once.

#my fics #arty writes #tickle fic #bsd #bungou stray dogs #nikolai gogol #ler!nikolai #lee!sigma #gogsig #augtickletober2022

[blue-little-angel]

Hiya! Can you please write a little something about Nikolai absolutely WRECKING Sigma with his overcoat (BSD)?

•°|Hope your day is as great as you are|°•

Fandom: boungo stray dogs

Lee: Sigma

Ler: Nikolai Gogol

A Devious Scheme

Sigma sighed as he reviewed the casino numbers, rubbing tired eyes. It had been a long day. When he felt something brush his foot, he glanced down, startled. But there was nothing there.

Shaking his head, he returned to the paperwork. Only a moment later, he yelped as his foot was gripped from nowhere, disappearing. Twisting around, he spotted Nikolai across the room, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Gogol, what is the meaning of this?!" Sigma demanded slightly blushing. But even as he spoke, the clown's fingers darted to his sole, scribbling with maddening precision, a sadistic smile on Nikolai's face. Sigma couldn't hold back a snort of laughter.

"Nikolai, s-stooohhhop!" Though he tried to sound stern, it was difficult when his body refused to stop squirming and giggling under the disembodied tickling. His foot thrashed helplessly in Nikolai's magical grasp.

The white haired trickster chuckled darkly. "Apologies, little dove, but your work has weighed too heavily on your mind. This mischief is prescribed to lighten your spirit!" With that, he redoubled his efforts, mercilessly scratching every spot he knew could break Sigma's composure.

It wasn't long before the casino manager dissolved into howling giggles, falling from his chair in desperation to escape the wiggling fingers. Only when tears streamed down his red face did Nikolai finally grant mercy.

Sigma lay there, catching his breath with a rueful smile. Though he would never admit it, the playful torment had done much to ease his mind. And if Nikolai's scheming brought this kind of laughter more often, perhaps he didn't mind so much.

#bsd tickle #lee!sigma #ler!Nikolai #boungo stray dogs #bsd nikolai #bsd sigma #tickle fic

[leitoracomcompanhia]

Preso

Em 1849, Dostoiévski foi acusado de conspirar contra o czar, preso e condenado à morte por fuzilamento: limitara-se a ler, num círculo literário, uma carta aberta do escritor Vissarion Belínski a Nikolai Gogol. A sua execução foi interrompida no último momento e o prisioneiro informado que a pena fora comutada para trabalhos forçados na Sibéria.

Detalhe de uma pintura de Ilya Repin.

#Ilya Repin #Fiódor Dostoiévski