#zaire writes

[maroonsoul]

cw : sub!afab!geto, dom!male!reader, dirty talk, degrading, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, kind of free use kink?.

additional note : felt the need to get mean and he was the best victim.

it all started when you simply came back from a long day at work, expecting a few cuddles from your boyfriend Suguru who stayed home that day. until you heard familiar sounds coming from your shared bedroom.

what a sight it was ; dildo glued to your desk that was creaking at every stupid bounce from your boyfriend who was panting, eyes closed and trembling from the effort. you leaned your shoulder on the doorframe and admired the show for a few minutes, staying completely silent as your crotch tightened.

Suguru was completely out of it, hair loose and wearing nothing but an unbuttoned blouse that dramatically fell over one single shoulder. how lucky you were to have this angel of a man completely at your mercy. “what did I say about jerking off while i’m at work ?” you say calmly.

he stops his movement and drops down the dildo, the tip hitting deep inside his cunt making him fight the urge to let out a lewd moan. his hand was glued to his clit, you guessed he made himself cum multiple times by now. “are you deaf ?” you snorted.

he would love to answer you, really. but the fear mixing up with the adrenaline made him completely unable to get anything out but whimpers. he wanted to explain that this was a mistake ! you must understand, he was so bored and pent up from waiting for your arrival ! surely you could forgive him, right ?

you took a few steps closer, Suguru’s cunt was still filled with the dildo. “did it feel good ? how many times did you cum ?” Suguru nodded dumbly at your words, you chuckled at his state. “get up.” and so he did. he couldn’t really dare to disobey any more orders from you, he couldn’t allow it.

you watched his pussy sliding out of the big plastic dick, as his legs almost gave out you were quick to grab him. he looked up at you, cheeks flushed and eyes glistening with lust. after all this mess he still wasn’t satisfied. “oh my sweet baby. look at you.. you’re all sweaty.” your words were as soft as a feather, this couldn’t be good.

“do you want me to help you ?” he nodded again,

“speak.” you said firmly. “cmon, are you a fucking mutt ?” you grabbed his face strongly, squishing his cheeks together as muffled sounds came out of his mouth.

“he-help me.. please. with this..?” those were the only words Suguru managed to form. you smiled widely and helped him get on top of the mattress. you’d be a fool not to use this as an excuse to get even meaner. he let out soft pants as he tried to steady his breathing pattern and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t completely excited about what would come out of this.

you unbuckled your belt and pulled down your pants just enough so he could see the happy trail on your lower abdomen. Suguru’s cheeks flushed at the sight, as if it was the first time you two ever got intimate. you slowly got on top of him, both your arms caging him and your eyes devouring his entire body. you lips found their place on his, that were messily trying to answer to your aggressiveness.

he moaned in your mouth while your hand rested on his belly on which you traced circles on with the tip of your index. suddenly, you grabbed both his legs and bent them enough so his cunt was facing your crotch. it wasn’t too complicated to slide inside his pussy, and the feeling was unreal to you. warm and wet just how you liked it.

Suguru panted loudly at the first thrusts, it was so much different from the earlier dildo. your cock fit perfectly, every vein hitting every sweet spots inside him. it filled him up so good he couldn’t even breathe properly, his mouth opening and closing like a complete idiot. while his legs were close to his ears, “feels better doesn’t it baby ?” you cooed and he couldn’t even hear you.

you watched his toned pecs bounce at every movement, his black hair sprawled on the white mattress and his face completely angelic.

“if you were so horny, you could’ve called me. but instead..” Suguru whimpered at one particular thrust. “you decided to act like a cheap whore.” your hands grabbed his hips so tightly he knew it would leave cute red marks the day after. you fastened your pace, admiring how stupid he looked at the moment.

“is that what you are Suguru ? a cheap whore that likes to bounce ?” you said harshly and gently slapped his cheek a few times to wake him up. “answer me you fucking slut.”

but he couldn’t. in the state he was in, he couldn’t form any coherent sentences. you smiled knowing he was too fucked up to answer and kept on thrusting inside him, you felt his cunt tighten around your cock and understood that he was close. if he wanted to feel good, why not give him that ?

so you did, you let him cum first. but you didn’t stop. even if his eyes rolled back, even if his throat let the most dry sounds ever, even if his hair started to stick on his forehead, it didn’t matter. what mattered is that he’d remember that if he acts like a whore, he’ll get fucked like one.

“wanna have my babies Suguru ?~” you let out a fake smile and came inside his puffy cunt with a long moan. he gasped at the feeling of your cum spilling inside his pussy, feeling like he was your toy ready to get used. which he gladly was, with no question.

#zaire writes #dom reader #jjk smut #sub character #sub jjk #sub geto #sub getou #sub suguru #sub geto suguru #male reader #geto smut #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen smut

[moocha-muses]

Now that he's meeting the fam, let's introduce Prav to everyone else!

Pravin's quite pleased about the way his life is going? He's a firm believer in the myth that all sims are just split souls reaching for their other half - and Saffron's a wonderful half. She's the ambitious one; he's there to convince her to stay at home and cuddle occasionally (he's a bit of a sofa tater). She's a creature of earth, steady and grounded when his diva side wants to fly off cliffs that are just a bit too high for him. She makes him feel unselfish. His natural charisma covers all those moments when she forgets a name or a date or a meal in the oven.

Prav's a romantic. But, if you need a practical reason for the way he's dropped his old life to follow a beautiful girl into the desert . . . there's a lot happening with the supernatural in this part of the world, and he loves it. Big fan. He can't wait to learn about local cryptids, and ghosts, and desert fey. It's going to do wonders for his poetry.

(*Bonus fact: He grew up in this outfit. The black swatch, even. Amazing. Impeccable. I tried to keep the vibes.)

#ts2 #the sims 2 #ts2 gameplay #owlcreek #zaire #the boasis #pravinzaire #biopost #bio: pravinzaire #pravin writes all the hallow poems #so expect a lot of coyotes and joshua trees this year

[cepheusgalaxy]

Done! Febuwhump day 12, not exactly commiting to the prompt very well, but overall, very fun to write. Who knew medical(?) whump could be so fun? Cws for explicit language/swearing (a little), blood and injuries. If I lost anything, you can warn me!

Febuwhump day 12: Semi counscious.

“Miriam, are you sure you are fine?”

She dismisses his worry with a hand gesture. “Yes, yes, Zaire, I’m fine enough. Polaris went to get supplies and I can wait.”

Zaire did not quite believe her.

They were tired after running through a battlefield and had finally found a seemingly abandoned military base to rest, but Miriam had got injured, and, while Polaris went to survey the place, Zaire stayed with her to treat her wounds the best he could until Polaris found some first-aid kit.

He sighed.

“Come here, let me see it.”

Miriam hesitated, but then she laid her leg flat on the floor--Zaire didn’t miss how she winced--and let him analize it.

Her tight, as he’d thought, had a pretty concerning laceration.

“Okay”, he said, getting their extra water bottle and cleaning his hands. “How much does it hurt?”

She frowned. “Eight out of ten.”

He nodded and got a piece of clean--well, mostly clean--cloth from their bag and put her trousers out of the way. He pressed down. Miriam winced.

“Sorry.”

She shook her head. “M’ fine.”

“You pretend that’s true and I pretend I believe you, Miriam.”

She let out a weak laugh, but Zai was concerned. He could see her sweating, and she was pale. Zaire wasn’t completely sure if it was because of the blood loss.

He contined applying pressure and as the blood soaked the cloth he took out another one and put over it. Shit. When would Polaris come back?

“Lay down”, he told her. When it was clear she wouldn’t manage alone, Zaire freed one hand and helped her. “Remember to breathe, okay?”

Miriam nodded. She bit her lip.

Finally, the bleeding stopped. Zaire didn’t have much to help him cleaning the wound, nor a font of tap water near, so he just used the water from the bottle. He wished he had soap.

He made sure to keep the cloth there and talked to her.

“Water?”

Miriam nodded weakly. As he helped her take a sip, Zaire could see her fists closed.

“It’s gonna be alright, okay? Just try to focus on another thing.”

“O-okay, I’m fine”, she said.

She kept mumbling something, but her voice got lower and lower.

“Miriam?” His voice was an octave too high when he reached to her.

Zaire leaned closer and checked her wrist. Her heart rate was going up.

That was not a good sign.

“Miriam? Miriam, you think you gonna pass out? Miriam!”

“I’m--I’m good--”

Zaire was getting more worried by the minute. She was going to pass out either from blood loss or pain soon. Where was--

“Polaris!”

His blond head appeared from behind a corner.

“Is she okay?”

“No.” He answered.” Found something? First aid? Bandages? I’m accepting even alcohol at this point.”

“Alcohol?” He said, confused. Polaris handed him a white box with a green cross on it. First aid. Zaire sighed in relief.

“Got any clean clothes?”

Polaris nodded.

“Oh, my, Polaris, you’re great. Put the supplies there while I finish this?”

As Polaris got all of the stuff he’d got to a side and sat next to them, ready to help, Zaire got what he needed from the kit. Bandages, saline--and turned to Miriam. She was pale and didn’t seem too coherent.

Zai pressured her wound once more, then he cleaned it with the saline solution and blissfully clean cloth. He then applied antibiotic and bandaged her up.

“Polaris”, he said. “I need your help.”

“Yes?” He answered without looking at them. He didn’t like blood.

“Don’t worry. I’ve already taken care of it. No blood in sigh.”

Zai noticed when he relaxed.

“She’s fainted.” When he saw Polaris’ wide eyes, he added. “I don’t think it’s serious, but we should loose up her belt to help her circulation. Can you do that? We also have to check if she’s breathing and her heartbeat.”

He nodded.

--

After a while, Miriam woke up.

Zaire let out a sigh of relief and offered her a glass of clean water from the base’s water filter.

“Can we please not do this again?”

She gave them a tired smile.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

#i did a lot of research lmao #found out about a lot of things #probably still a little innacurate but we get there #whump #whump writing #my writing #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday12 #“semi conscious” #polaris oc #miriam oc #zaire oc #im gonna do day 11 later

[excitedlysuffering]

i dislocated my kneecap today

#zap its zaire✨ #but on the bright side #my nails look good asf #and I have more time to write #since I can’t walk around

[proto-language]

my roma sub rosa reread this year is roman blood and this time round i have to keep stopping to go 'the social war??? from the last essay i wrote???'*

#the social war? from mcdonald and zair (forthcoming)? #*the last essay i very much intended to write but there was a kerfuffle with the deadline so an essay did not quite materialise #but the reading and planning was done

[simthorium]

Married life was awesome for Shea and Zaire. Shea’s career was blossoming, and after the grand success of her movie Stranded, she was getting tons of calls for movies and TV guest spots. 

But, she wanted to spend the next few months focusing on her marriage and her family, so she wasn’t looking into new work. Zaire was still working as a freelance journalist, which was perfect because she got to set her own hours. Basically, they were just living their best lives.

“Oooh, my two favorite things,” Shea said as she entered their kitchen. “Pizza and my wife in lingerie.” Zaire spun around in the bar stool, showing off both. “You know I like to keep it cute,” she said with a laugh.

Shea sat down beside her and started eating.  “I can’t believe we’re actually married,” she said. “Like, in real life.” “You keep saying that,” Zaire laughed. “I know, cus it’s true!” Shea said. “I just keep thinking about how I almost fumbled the bag and ruined everything for us.” “You kinda did fumble the bag,” said Zaire. “But you made a very heartfelt and earnest recovery.” “I did, didn’t I?” Shea asked with a smile.

Zaire finished her slice of pizza and hopped up, pulling Shea to her feet too. “Dance with me,” she said, sliding her hands into her wife’s. Shea smiled and held Zaire close, slowly swaying to the sounds of the running dishwasher and the wind whistling outside. “This is perfect,” Shea said in a whisper.

“It really is,” Zaire sighed. Shea slowly spun her around and Zaire giggled as she did so, leaning back into Shea once she completed the turn. “I’ve been thinking,” Shea said. “Oh no,” Zaire said jokingly. “I think we should start a family,” Shea said. Zaire beamed. “Are you saying you want my babies?” she asked. “I’m saying I want your babies,” Shea echoed.

“I heard Bluewater General Hospital is doing some pretty innovative stuff with IVF,” Zaire said as they continued dancing.  “So have I,” said Shea. “I’ve got some family working there, I bet I could pull a few strings and get us an appointment.” “Ohh, I love it when you talk nerdy to me,” Zaire said. Shea laughed and dipped her into a kiss.

Later that night, Shea held Zaire close, staring down at her wife. She was so excited about this next chapter of her life, starting a family together. She knew they would be great parents, and even though she was nervous, she couldn’t help but be excited.

#Zarro legacy #generation 7 #Shea #Zaire #West Valley #basically i'm gonna use sim blender to make them have biological kids together #idk how i'm gonna write it #hoping this was a nice set up? #who cares it's the sims

[dandydanthelion]

Hii i love your apprentices :00 can you tell me more about them if you don't mind? Or link me to somewhere where you've talked about them ? :]

oh god i am not good at writing but i'll try my best

i have 3 apprentices and not all of them are equally fleshed out and the ref sheets are old, sorry about that

First up is Zaire! i use him mainly for julian's route (and muriel too sometimes). he grew up as the eldest brother to his 3 siblings. he was the golden child and he never really grew out of his need to be "perfect" and great at everything. so he sometimes overwork himself. his father is a magician, mainly uses his magic in culinary (like mazelinka), and thats where zaire learned his magic from. his mother was a merchant and both of his parents weren't home for much so zaire had to take care of his siblings. and that made him a great cook and an even better caretaker.

he has a journal and has a beautiful way with words so he occasionally write poems here and there. his sense of fashion is anything that is black gold and red, refuses to wear other than those colors. hes quite high maintenance and spends way too much money hoarding jewelleries.

for his overall personality, he could be quite the intimidating one at first glance because he has a resting bitch face but he's actually pretty good at socializing and he's pretty charming once you actually get to talk to him. once you know him well enough, you'll find out that he can be snarky and smug. hes pretty confident in what he does and how he carries himself.

like asra, he mainly uses water magic. his fursona is a wolf (the Alexander archipelago wolf to be exact) and his familiar is a flying fox. this is not in his reference sheet but hes an ENFJ.

heres a lil bonus design i made for julian's reversed ending

next up is Aries!

TW: mentions of SA and abuse!!! (in the indented paragraph)

they were actually my first apprentice back in 2020 and i originally used them for julian's route. tho i basically changed their whole personality from their 2020 version. i love to switch up my apprentices for different routes but aries is mainly for lucio's route for now.

in my previous post of their dynamic with lucio, as much as a shitpost that was, its still pretty much accurate for their personality. they can be quite dense but yk thats okay. they're optimistic and easy-going. everyone assumes theyre a cinnamon roll and could never do anything wrong but theyre that knife cat meme. kinda like asra but more chaotic and just a lil morally grey (be gay do crime). also theyre unhinged when theyre seriously pissed off.

now im gonna talk about heavier topics (that i mentioned in the tw) in this next paragraph.

growing up, they didnt really have the best childhood. when they were a child, they had to witness their adoptive parents fight and it was because of their mother. in their previous life, they had a (supposedly) romantic relationship but their (ex) boyfriend was abusive and aries had a hard time learning that those abusive behaviors werent normal (they did grew up with a mother who was an abusive wife). unfortunately, those abuse led up to SA and much worse.

even in those first 3 years after being resurrected and them not having their memories from their previous life, traces of their insecurities that were caused by their past can still be seen.

they were originally a gardener that also sold their plants, and one magic plant after another is what got them interested in magic. though their magic is actually fire related. their hobby is tailoring and they actually embroidered the flower pattern on their white shirt.

i didn't write it on the ref sheet, but i do intend on making them arospec! lucio (or any other m6, depending on the route u choose) is actually their first love.

their fursona is a rabbit (the lop rabbit to be exact) and their familiar is a draco aka the flying lizard.

i havent drawn their Lucio's upright ending design and their devil design yet but i'll do it... eventually.

and lastly, is dahlia!

now im so sorry for this but i dont use her that often (you can probably tell) because lucio refuses to leave my head and julian doesnt know how to get out so they're both stuck there. i use her for asra, nadia, and portia's route.

i havent really thought much about its bg story but anw here's what i got

out of the three apprentices, dahlia had the best childhood. it used to travel a lot in its early 20s, occasionally performing in taverns. she plays the lute and has a low and beautiful, warm voice which she only uses sometimes because shes shy. she doesnt perform in her first 3 years after being resurrected because of her social anxiety which the whole resurrection and amnesia thing dont help.

it is very smart and quick-witted but oblivious social cues. she keeps accidentally getting herself into trouble which she has no struggle getting out of. in her previous life, she got interested with magic from all of the magicians she met during her travels then she ended up dating one but thats another story. her magic is mainly water related.

her middle name means "full moon" and her moon earrings actually match up with the current phase of the moon. she doesn't really know how to... fashion so she just tends to wear a lot of black. its quite messy and unorganized so basically that combined with asra's messiness is just not good. overall shes very sweet, quite reserved, so easy to fluster gal. shes gremlin coded but has the opposite personality of a gremlin.

i didnt put its mbti there, but its an INFP. both her fursona and her familiar is a rat.

okay i think im done, i hope this isnt too much but

@sasha-is-annoying, tysm for the ask!!

#ask dandelion #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana apprentice #the arcana mc #the arcana oc #my oc #dandelion's art #dandelion's rambling #aries mehra #zaire lobo #dahlia purnama dalisay

[strangleetomz]

intro post‼️

Created: November 20, 2022

Last Updated: March 30 2024 8:07AM

Section(s) last updated: who i will NOT write for

👇READ!!!

This blog is a regular blog where I create shitposts, ramble / post about my interests, etc, however it is ALSO a STRICTLY SFW tickle blog! If you follow simply for my regular posts that is perfectly okay! However do not be alarmed, and especially don’t be hateful, upon seeing a post related to tickles.

21+ DO NOT DM ME

Wanted to make i guess sort of a “proper” intro / pinned post. So here it is.

This will contain and interact, thin ice, dni, an about me, etc etc..

I AM A MINOR, I’M 14. N$FW / K1NK BLOGS / KN1SM0S / F3TISH BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME.

21+ DO NOT DM ME

Bro, it’s tickling. You’ll live.

ABOUT ME

self explanatory;

only close moots may give nicknames & only close moots may call me toby!

I am in the eastern part of america, so EST!

My pronouns are he/star/xey/xe/rot/vamp/spike/it/they/enn/bug/moon/sun/bite/fang/fog/mew/dot/pop/claw/paw/fluff/feather. (If you dont want to / dont know how to use my neos, then just using he/they is acceptable but i do have a section on how to use them. ^^ )

i identify with xenogenders!! cluttergender, stargender, noctofloric, astralgender, astrumgender, nightmaregender, chaosgender, pincusmic, slimexenic, egogender, patchgender, spitegender, eldritchcatgender, lumicattic, fizzgender, staticgender, sillyfunkygender, chaosbitch, amareale, schooldoodlic, lovegender, nocstuffic, starmarked, pupsleepyic, yippeesplatic, starrydreamic, felisgender, lowercasegender, cosmosteillere, transxenog, IDONTFUCKINGKNOWgender, creepthedric, oddmischiecatic, sleepyboy, gnawstimmic, affectideric, catboything, lumifella, catnightic, catsplodic, chaoscatgender, sleepycatgender, tiredcatgender, starbrokenic, snappedmc, starrynightian, catgender, devilcatgender, and blueraspgender!! ^^

Everything on my blog is COMPLETELY SFW. NSFW DNI

My favorite color, if it wasn’t obvious, is red. :]

My birthday is october 22!! :D

I AM A BIG INNITER!!! I AM A TOMMYINNIT ENJOYER. BE WARNED/hj

i LOOOOOVEEE LOVE LOVE HAZBIN HOTEL ESPECIALLY ALASTOR!!!!!!!!!!! PLS TALK TO ME ABOUT HAZBIN HOTEL / ALASTOR

I am a swiftie. I love taylor swift and i will post and talk about here. Be warned/hj

I AM 14 DONT BE WEIRD

My first language is english! BUT!! I am currently learning Indonesian & I’d like to learn Spanish ^^ (I was trying to learn italian for a while but i stopped to focus on indonesian… i can’t do more than one at a time :’). )

HOW TO USE MY NEOS AND XENOS:

Xey/Xem/Xeirs, pronounced “Zay, zem, zairs”:

“This is my friend Ran! Xey are very nice!”

“This is my friend! Xeir name is Tommy.”

“Oh, that belongs to Ran, not me. I’m just borrowing it from xem.”

Xe/Xir/Xirs, pronounced “zee, zer, zers”

“Tommy said xe want’s to be left alone.”

“Ran said xe wants xir book back.”

“I think that pen is xirs.”

Star/stars/starself:

“This is Ran! Star is very cool!”

“Tom did it all by starself!”

“Is that stars pen?”

Moon/moons/moonself:

“I think moon is very nice!”

“I asked moon if i could borrow moons pen.”

“They said he’d rather do it by moonself.”

Sun/suns/sunself:

“Tom said that sun would like to be left alone.”

“Ran said that the pen is suns.”

“Tommy couldn’t believe that sun figured it out all by sunself!”

Enn/enns/ennself:

“That belongs to enn.”

“Look at enns drawing!”

“Enn completed the assignment by ennself.”

Bug/bugs/bugself:

“Bug likes to draw!”

“Bug’s papers are in that pile”

“Bug tried it by bugself”

Claw/claws/clawself:

“Claw did claws work by clawself”

Paw/paws/pawself:

“Paw likes to draw”

“Paws seat is over there”

“Paw prefers to work by pawself”

mew/mews/mewself:

“Mew finished mews assignment by mewself!”

vamp/vamps/vampself:

“Vamp likes art!”

“Look at vamp’s new drawing!”

“Vamp did it by vampself!”

rot/rots/rotself

“Did you see what rot did?”

“That’s rots book, rot borrowed it earlier.”

“Rot prefers to sit by rotself.”

bite/bites/biteself:

“Bite fell asleep early.”

“Bite loves bites cat.”

“Bite set it up by biteself.”

Fog/fogs/fogself:

“Fog prefers to work alone.”

“Fog said that fogs poem is finished.”

“Fog completed fogs work by fogself.”

FANDOMS:

TADC !!!!!! >:D

Dream smp(kinda-? Just some CC’s)

THE SORRY BOYS

FNAF

South Park

DHMIS

INTERACT:

DSMP fans!

DHMIS fans :D

South park fans

TADC FANS!!!!!!

HAZBIN HOTEL FANS PLSSPLSPLS

Basically anyone who shares the same interests as me:]

SFW tickle blogs / writers / artists

dsmp artists!

people 11-17!

THIN ICE:

18+, you can interact as long as you dont post NSFW content

People who often / mostly write / draw feet tkls

Mostly write / draw with tkl tools

people that dont use tone indicators (i personally struggle with understanding tone / what people mean when they say things, and i get embarrassed to ask what something means soo,,)

DNI:

people who post ONLY NSFW content

basic dni criteria (racists, homophobes, etc)

people with ‘minors dni’ in their bio

people who purposefully misuse tone tags

dsmp antis

people who think that sfw tickle blogs are kink blogs

DTEAM FANS.

People who force religion / toxic religious people

Wilbur soot fans / defenders

THINGS I WILL / WILL NOT WRITE / WHO I WRITE FOR

things i WILL write:

SFW tickle fics (mostly dsmp & hazbin hotel, but if you request south park or TADC ill try to do that!)

c or cc fics

platonic ships

fluffy tickles

cheer up tickles

anything that is NOT nsfw or kink

things i WILL NOT write:

NSFW tickle fics

romantic ships (unless its canon / the people are actually dating / married)

non-consented tickles

feet tickles

tickles using tools (if its a character with wings / a tail i will do that, nothing else.)

bondage (farthest ill go is the ler pinning them down & holding up their arms with their hands, or pinning the lee’s hands down with their knees)

Fandoms i will write for:

DSMP

HAZBIN HOTEL

THE SORRY BOYS

SOUTH PARK

People / characters i will NOT write for. (If a CC / character you want to request is on neither of these lists, i am probably okay with writing for them.)

Dream

Sapnap

GNF

Eric Cartman

Valentino (Hazbin Hotel)

Wilbur Soot

MUTUALS / FRIENDS

close friends/moots:

@/wilbyscoot

@/slimeylee

@/coolbananas143

@/dallyhall

@/alexartist89

@/totallynotbat

@/nekoma-not-lee

@/themidnightfox

@/positiveglitchexists

@/g1ggleebug

@/aleestor

@/snake-anon

@/chocolateydinosaur

these people are definitely who im closest with, and im so thankful for them all. they all make my days so much better and idk where i’d be had i not met them

moots, but dont talk much / would love to talk to more

@/ticklishthoughts1

@/soscaryong

@/aero-dienamics

these people are cool as shit and therefore im scared to talk to them and i wonder how we ended up mutuals (/pos)

internet sibling(s):

@/olliethestrangenerd

SIBLING !! OLDER SIBLING!! OLLIE!!!!

@/wilbyscoot

WIL!! BIG BRO WIL !! <33

@/coolbananas143

big sibling amanda !!<3

@/g1ggleebug

raccoons like a little brother to me. hes older than mebut hes like a little brother to me

@/dallyhall

..SIBLING

@/f3ngari

No explenation just sibling

@/nekoma-not-lee

OLDER SSIIIIIIBBBLIIING (OLD BITCH/lh)

@/positiveglitchexists

ghooossstttt!!!/pos

@/ray-of-midnight-storm

AAAAAAAA

@/snake-anon

RAAAHHHHHH GHOST GHOST GHOST YIPPIEE!!!!!!

EXTRAS

hehehehehdfhxjhdhshd music::3

other accounts:

@tobyunreal - non tk blog

@tobywritesstuff - writing blog

@tobymakesart - art blog

@toby-exists - vent blog

BOUNDARIES

BOUNDARIES!! YAY!!

Do not force me into asking for teases / tickles (ex; “You have to ask or else i wont do anything!”) I get to you its just silly fun, but it makes me feel overwhelmed / pressured, and i will likely get so nervous from it i will breakdown & not want it anymore. /lh/nm/srs

NOTHING N$FW OR K1NK.

No bondage / stocks / tools when teasing (Includes feathers / brushes etc)

No feet tickles when teasing, at all.

I, personally, am not a big fan of being teased publicly (Discord servers, tumblr reblogs etc) I would rather be teased in dms (Only goes for full on teases)

No homophobia / transphobia / sexism / misogyny / antisemeticism / bigotry on my blog.

Do not send me gore or anything like that.

21+ DO NOT DM!!!!

i get that i am a sfw tickle blog, and that i like tickles, but remember i do not always want to talk about tickles or be teased. please do not twist something i say into being about me being a lee, or dont just randomly start trying to tease me out of nowhere. i am a person outside of my blog !!

I am A MINOR!!! I AM 14!!! PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME IF YOU ARE AN N$FW BLOG, A K1NK BLOG OR A F3TISH BLOG.

thats all! :D Love u guys &lt;;33

#intro post #pinned post #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle blog #strangleetomz #Spotify

[lefttigerobservation]

LEFTTIGEROBSERVATION | a writeblr (re)introduction

hello! hope you're having a spectacular day & a wonderful moment. please feel free to engage & i'm excited to see you around :]

ABOUT ME

-> my name is blue/onyx/vincent valentin (which is a pseud! but i love my many names, and i love the people who call me them) pronouns they/them (neos: bun/fond)

-> i write literary fiction (an amalgamation of slice-of-life and poetic exploration), but really appreciate sci-fi and fantasy and am delving into it occasionally! (i also love medical shows in the daily)

-> i'm a jew by choice, still seeking to convert, and am afrikaans, french & german by trade /j i'm also currently learning mandarin chinese, hsk level 3 :]

-> i draw photorealistic portraits & love to read all kinds of things!

WHY YOU'RE SEEING THIS & (MY WRITING)

-> The Female Gaze (abv. to TFG): In the aftermath of their father's murder, Lucille Yataki moves to a Parisian group home and turns into one of the most famed models almost by fate. After purchasing a Catskill manor and vanishing off that name for three years, they return to the world far too known and stumble into the life of one photographer by the name of Zephyr Carolyn Sage. In an unlikely friendship, the two slowly start to break away each other's isolation tendencies and find a life out of trauma.

intro post here; wip tag here. & lucille - zephyr - parker - oliver - avery - gerard. memes here. CARRD HERE.

-> Say It Like It Is (abv. to SILII): Left stranded on a nearly deserted Earth after a raging family prophecy came true, untrained Doctor Talitha Zaire starts every day watching a single, large ship hovering above her makeshift house. In a catastrophic meeting, she embarks on a journey to hover around on an Earth she never lived in, and accidentally finds a society worthy of rebuilding.

intro post here; wip tag here. & characters to follow.

OTHER

my writing instagram here. my talking tag here. my ao3 here. my art here.

WIPS I LIKE <3

@werewolfsbutch's the sparrows & universe; @fluoresensitive's everything they write ngl; @yvesdot's forest castles; @albatris's rental car; @chayscribbles's andromeda rogue & the gemini heist;

@woodhousejay's and onward into the bright, bright future; @goose-books's duodecimal & valentine van velt is dead; @peppermintlark's iron-bred, violet born & like thunder below; @svpphicwrites's the matchbox boys;

@atelierwriting's the drowned girl & the bluebell thief; @seasteading's the temporal heart; @juls-writes's celestial; @kingswriting's everything and nothing; @harrowingwords's chaos in justice & a revenant in amber; @ratdesk's foolproof.

#writeblr #lefttigerobservation #blue rants #writing community #writing on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writing stuff #writers of tumblr #writer community #blue writes #writer #writers

[maroonsoul]

something about pretty boys and their back arching. the way their spine curves so beautifully when they reach their breaking point, as you stimulate their cock so nicely. touching their skin here and there, making them shiver under the light pressure from your fingers. it’s nothing but at the same time it’s too much, you’re pleasuring them but you’re also edging them, refusing to indulge in their needs.

and their sounds, god their sounds. so highly pitched and so soft compared to their usual voice, whimpers and pants accompanied by little “please please please..” when you pinch their nipples oh so gently. licking and biting their neck, admiring the purple-ish spot on their skin. such an adorable boy, you thought.

reiner, getou, kaveh, garou, könig, beel and whoever you want :3

#zaire writes #dom reader #jjk smut #sub character #sub jjk #sub genshin #sub cod #sub konig #sub geto #sub aot #geto smut #konig smut #male reader #sub kaveh

[dailyhistoryposts]

World Literature Series: L'anté-peuple

TITLE: L'anté-peuple (French) or The Antipeople (English)

AUTHOR: Sony Lab'ou Tansi (born Marcel Ntsoni)

DATE PUBLISHED: 1983

COUNTRY, REGION, OR PEOPLE: Congo

LANGUAGE: French

TYPE: Novel

BACKGROUND: Tansi was the oldest of seven children born in 1947 to a family living in a village in what was then the Belgian Congo. Tansi spoke three languages (Kikongo, French, and English), and he spent his life writing, teaching, and performing plays.

Tansi’s works speak of the difficulties of life in postcolonial Africa. Traditional wisdom lends strength to characters, but their surroundings are bleak, forcing people into rough situations and rougher choices with no good options.

L'anté-peuple won the Grand prix littéraire d'Afrique noire in 1983.

SYNOPSIS: Dadou is the respected principal of a school for girls in Zaire. He is attracted to some of his students, and in his determination to resist them (especially Yavelde and her cousin Yealdara), he turns to drinking. 

However, Yavelde kills herself and, in a note, falsely accuses Dadou of making her pregnant. The village reacts with violence and Dadou is sentenced to prison, where he stays for four years until Yealdara can help him escape. Dadou escapes across the Congo River, but he can’t stay in the nearby fishing village forever, and Yealdara is having trouble finding him to reunite.

THEMES: Power, politics, the law, corruption, love, sex, existentialism

[A color photograph of Tansi, a Black man with short hair and a blue shirt]

Main post for the World Literature series.

#history #tbr #africa #congo #books #L'anté-peuple #The Antipeople #Sony Lab'ou Tansi #the 80s #1980s #Congo #Belgian Congo #democratic republic of the congo #french #tw violence #tw suicide #tw sex

[bladesalvation]

I am unfortunately going to down Flynn and Raewyn to by request only-- anything open with them is still fair game and I fully intend to reply to owes, but I won't be opening any new threads for them until I feel a little more comfortable writing them-- especially Flynn.

For now, Nihil is the default and Zaire is secondary :)

#ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵈᵖᵒˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ. // ᵘˡᵗʳᵃ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ #shocking nobody probably lol

[thescarsilivewith-if]

I originally meant to write a fic Naja’s and Zaire’s first night together but I got kind of stuck so I hope my somewhat incoherent and inconsistent outline will do instead. I’ll probably jump tenses a lot coughs. As always, the scenes were a lot sweeter in my head and it’s extremely unpolished. I hope you’ll still enjoy this.

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Let’s set the scene. The day filled with celebration, one of many, is finally over and it’s time for Naja and Zaire to commit to the marriage in a more physical sense. It was draining for both of them, full of nerves and they didn’t manage to share more than two brief interactions together before someone interrupted them. Throughout the day, Naja had watched as Zaire has been dragged back and forth, from one group to the next, has watched him smile and converse, sometimes hesitate and grow more cautious. Has watched him pause and consider, his face an open book. Not exactly a good trait for a ruler to have, they think, but they find themself oddly charmed in spite of that. All their life, Naja has experienced blunt, callous honesty. People sneer and call them stupid, call them a pretty face hiding an empty head. The only thing Naja needs to know is how to keep their mouth shut and their legs spread for this marriage to work out, according to those very same people.

There was always an ulterior motive. Always something people tried to gain by using Naja in whichever way they pleased. 

It has made them wary and the first time they met Zaire, they searched his face for any hidden intentions. He’d been smiling back then, eyes crinkling slightly. His shoulders had been tense, straining slightly beneath the dark cloth covering them. His hand, when he had gripped Naja’s fingers and brought them to his lips in a very chaste and formal kiss, had been clammy. But what Naja truly remembers from that moment is this: Zaire looking at them from beneath his lashes, concern and warmth in his gaze. A quiet care Naja hadn’t seen in anyone in… They don’t think anyone has looked at them like that in years. 

If Zaire was concealing an agenda, poorly, it consisted of wanting Naja to feel welcome.

Which in itself was a novelty and Naja spent some hours examining this from all angles, trying to find loopholes, trying to find reasons. Zaire must want something, too. 

If the way he’d quietly lit up, his entire expression brightening, when Naja smiled at him, was anything to go by, it was that he truly wanted Naja to feel comfortable and accepted.

An odd realization.

And it makes their heart flutter, a weirdly heated experience. 

Was this what it was like to be wanted? They didn’t want to let their guard down, they couldn’t, they had to learn about their new reality first and yet…

Knowing they’d spend the night with Zaire fills them with prickly anticipation.

Fast forward a little, to them being alone together for the first time, period. All servants have gone after helping the couple undress, incense and candles have been lit and the bedding checked one last time.

And Zaire runs his hand over the long hair spilling over his shoulders, finally free from the braid, sighs and turns to Naja. There’s grim determination on his face, or is it resignation? In the darkness of the room, it’s difficult for Naja to discern. He’s enunciating carefully and his hands are moving along with his words, signing, and it would make Naja smile if not for the words coming out of his mouth: “I do not wish to sleep with you.”

Ice drops like a brick in Naja’s stomach and they freeze and questions begin to swirl. Why? Why does Zaire not want to sleep with them? Are they unappealing, unattractive? Did they do something? Did they offend someone important? Does Zaire think that he married a dimwitted fool after all?

Is this where the other shoe drops?

Is this where Zaire comes to the realization and finds Naja lacking, inadequate? Is this where the fairytale sweetness ends? 

Naja’s hands shake as they grip one another, clench and unclench before they are able to still them.

Zaire is watching Naja, golden eyes searching them for who knows what. His gaze falls to their hands and his expression drops. He swallows thickly, lips parting as his eyes dart to the left, then to the right, before he reaches out.

“May I?”

May he what, Naja thinks with some exhausted acceptance. Begin to treat Naja like a pretty doll to be placed on a shelf? They don’t respond, just tilt their head like they’ve done so many times and blink at their husband.

Zaire waits a little longer before his hands fall to his sides. He seems frustrated and he sits down heavily on the bed. Their bed. Their marriage bed.

“I think I’m going about this all wrong,” he whispers and drags a hand over his face. Suddenly, he seems as exhausted and lost as Naja feels. The elaborate golden mask Zaire's worn through most of the day had hidden it before and the flickering shadows cast by the candles don’t seem to be helping matters because there are deep, dark circles under Zaire’s eyes. 

Here they are, two lost fools.

“I’m sorry. I think I’ve offended you and I didn’t mean to. I’ve thought about how to break this to you all day but I couldn’t come up with a less straightforward but kinder way to say it to you. I think you are very, very beautiful and I consider myself lucky to call myself your spouse.”

Whiplash. Zaire is giving Naja whiplash. He doesn’t want to sleep with them and yet here he is, complimenting them and– Is he… blushing? He is. His tone is exhausted and his shoulders are drooping and his face is red. He’s trying to meet Naja’s eyes but is failing.

“But we don’t know each other very well. I think you were strong-armed into this marriage and I don’t want to do anything either of us is uncomfortable with.” There’s a pause before Zaire’s gaze finally meets Naja’s. What they find there is warmth, openness and vulnerability. A sweet consideration.

And they come to the unsettling realization that the nobles have been attempting to eat this softhearted man ever since the crown was placed on his head and a scepter pressed into his hand.

“Our circumstances aren’t ideal. Before anything happens between us, I’d like for us to get to know each other. I’d like to show you who you’ve married. What kind of person I am. And I’d like to learn more about you, too. About what you like and dislike. About how I can help you make a home here, in the palace. And then I’d like for us to decide together what our future is going to look like. I…”

Zaire flounders before reaching out again and holding his hands out to Naja. Patient. Kind. Nervous. His fingertips are trembling. His eyes are wide and he's breathing a little bit too fast.

“I know it’s a selfish request. And I am truly, deeply sorry. But please. Please, can you tell me what you want?”

And Naja–

Naja reaches out and takes his hands. 

This... this was insanely good. Naja's just perfect and Zaire is a gift to this world. That "I do not wish to sleep with you" was my absolute favourite moment.

This is exactly what I meant when I said that Naja doesn't have boundaries. When overwhelmed, they won't ever express their discomfort, preferences or hurt. But with a nurturing Monarch, this is what could happen.

#vividescapist #copied it for future reads #when I need naja and zaire fluff #ahh thank you for sending this in #i obviously always love content related to the game #if anyone else wants to join feel free to do so even with a scenario #ro: naja #fanfiction #tsilw fanwork

[lyranova]

Hi Lyra! I hope you’re doing well! 💜 This is a bit of a random question, but I was wondering: is Zera’s name pronounced “Zair-uh”/“Zair-ah” (more akin to “Sara”) or “Zee-ruh”/“Zee-rah” (more akin to “Zero”)? I love her very much and was just thinking about “Dandelions” so I thought I’d ask to make sure I’m pronouncing her name correctly in my head. Thank you, dear! Cheers!! 🥰

Acaciaaa Hiya 🥰!!

No worries I love random questions about stuff 😁! So I pronounce Zera’s name more like “Zeer-Ah (as in “Deer” or “Zero” 😁!) and I remember typing her name out a while back in…google i think (?) and it pronounced her name like “Zair-Ah” or “Zeh-Rah” and I was just like confused because that’s not how I pronounce it in my head 🤣!

But I like “Zeer-Ah” more so i’m gonna keep it pronounced that way google 😤 /lh!

I was actually thinking about “Dandelion’s” today too and started editing chapter 9 a bit 😆, I have a little bit of the first half written and instead of continuing it I started editing it and re-reading the series so I could get back into the groove of writing Zera and William 🥰!

You’re very welcome dear and you’re always welcome to ask me questions 🥰🫂💕!

#asks #acacia💜 #my lovely mutuals #dandelion wishes talks #oc; zera #i just noticed neva and zera’s names are pronounced similarily 😆!

[biancatronic]

Hey, I know there are already AU's of human reader x madcom character but I'm also on the project that I intend to write to do concepts next year the name is "An ordinary world" where my character (Bianca) who is an ordinary girl meets a stranger greenish creature halfway back to his house they don't get along at first the creature was noisy and his words in static made the girl have a headache and nausea both end up with time being understood and the creature named Tricky understands that your sanity can be restored. In the same town a gray creature with a beard and white clothes doesn't understand where he is he takes shelter in a church and convent of women nuns he hides from them to unnoticed and wanders around the convent, the nuns think there is something bad wandering through the convent until one one day a black nun crosses his path, both are scared to be found she thinks he was a creature from another world and he thinks she is someone he can trust and that started a friendship between a creature named Jebus and a black human nun teaching him how his sins can be forgiven.

(I have a drawing I think I posted here of a black nun hugging Jebus)

What inspired me to write this months ago is the mini series in AO3 of A Human and A Grunt made by an Anonymous user, I intend to do some concepts at the beginning of the year and make comics related to it, it's almost a Sonic X style only a serious and sad tone but with nice and happy moments

I will reveal the names of the human characters in this AU

Bianca (normal)

Adriele - Black Nun

Gabriela - who will be a character guided by the main 4 in a spin off

Anatasia - Bianca's friend

Glória - Adriele's tutor

Daisy - Adriele's friend

Jeff - friend of Gabriela

Zaire - Adriele's father

Ayana - Adriele's mother

Vergílio - Bianca's love interest

Leyam - Bianca's rival

Alex - Gabriela's rival

Susie - Adriele's rival

Secondary Characters:

Darien - Gabriela's brother (mentioned)

Bianca's Grandparents (Mentioned several times)

Valentine - Gabriela's neighbor

Francis - Adriela's childhood friend

Rafaela - Bianca's childhood friend

Mina - Bianca's neighbor

Tommy - Mina's brother

Mary - Mina's sister

Nuns of the Rebanho de Jesus convent

Citizen of Boa Nova (city where the main characters live)

My ask box is open for questions about AU.

#Madness combat AU #An ordinary world #BiancaTronic #Tricky the clown #Mc jebus #Jebus the Savior #Madcom tricky #Mc tricky #Madcom jebus #jebediah christoff #Human x Grunt #First post about my AU #My ask box is open for questions

[simthorium]

Shea wrapped her arms around Sarah, her co-star in the movie Stranded. They were at the movie’s premier, taking photos together on the red carpet. The movie was highly anticipated, and audiences everywhere were looking forward to seeing a queer action/adventure romcom with the two. Shea knew she needed to see their romance, and it was good that she had so much chemistry with Sarah.

“Kiss me on the cheek,” Sarah said, pointing to her face. Shea smiled and obliged, watching tons of flashbulbs go off as she did so. They were playing up their audience, and loving it. “They’re gonna love this one,” Shea said with a smile, winking at the rest of their cast and crew down the red carpet.

“Question over here,” a reporter asked from behind the line. “What do you think is the most important part of being in a film featuring a queer love story.” “Great question!” Sarah said, jumping in to answer first. Shea held back the urge to roll her eyes; Sarah was as straight as they came, yet felt the need to always show how much of an ally she was. She was much more famous and popular than Shea, plus this event was important for the both of them, so Shea stayed silent, nodding along as Sarah answered.

“Actually, I was hoping Shea could answer that one,” the reporter said. Shea looked up, her eyes finally falling on the reporter who asked the question--it was Zaire, her ex. Shea’s throat threatened to close. Sarah smiled at her, opening the floor to her. “Um,” Shea said, her mind going blank. “The most important part?” “That’s what I said,” Zaire said, crossing her arms.

Shea swallowed, trying desperately to remember the talking points her agent and manager had talked he through for press prep. “There’s a lot of important parts,” Shea said, her brain finally working again. “Showing women falling in love is important, not only to other queer people, but to everyone. It normalizes queer love, and makes people less afraid to be themselves, or to support their queer loved ones. And, as a lesbian myself, I’m of course really excited to be able to help tell this story.”

“Does this story mirror your own life in any way?” Zaire asked sharply. “It does,” said Shea. “In many ways. Like my character, I got a lot of things wrong in my relationship. I failed to communicate, and I hurt the person that I love. Not to give anything away, but I’m hoping I get a happily ever after in my real life, too.” Zaire sighed and turned away, leaving the red carpet. “Zaire!” Shea shouted, racing after her.

“Zaire, wait,” Shea said, catching up with her nearby. “Baby, please.” “Don’t you ‘baby’ me,” Zaire said, tears falling. “You broke my heart, Shea.” “I know,” she said. “And I’m so sorry. I fucked up, big time. I really did. I was stupid and careless and wasn’t thinking, and there’s no excuse. I’m not trying to make excuses. What I’m trying to do is tell you that I’ve learned from being a dumbass, and I’ll never do that again. As long as I live, I’ll never hurt you again.”

“That’s not something you can promise,” Zaire said, huffing out a breath. “It is,” said Shea. “Losing you was the second worst thing to ever happen to me. The first was knowing that I hurt you. I never want to do anything like that again, and I won’t. If you’ll have me.” Zaire sighed and looked at Shea, who had so much love and earnestness in her eyes.

Zaire sighed and wrapped her arms around Shea, and Shea melted into the embrace. “You’re ridiculous,” Zaire muttered. “Ridiculously in love,” Shea said, smiling. Zaire swatted at her arm.” “And corny!” “Only for you, my love.”

They pulled apart, but only slightly. Shea placed her hand underneath Zaire’s chin and pulled her close, planting a barely-there kiss on her lips. “I’m going to earn your trust back,” said Shea. “I love you more than anything, Zaire. And I want you to know that.” “I love you too,” said Zaire.

#Zarro legacy #generation 7 #Shea #Zaire #stranded #i like shea and zaire together #i gotta figure out how to write them better cus i'm not 100% sold on this yet lol