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thinking about jayce tickling viktor and moving his hands to tickle his thigh, and viktor flinching, because he has placed so much hatred and so much resentment on the failure that is his leg and he's not used to it being treated with such love and care. it has only been regarded as a burden. nothing more.

but not to jayce.

he brushes and tickles and kisses his thighs like they're the most precious thing in the world. anything to make his vik laugh

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really? right in front of my macarons?

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theyre both so down bad for each other it's not even funny

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ALSOOOO MORE BOOK 7 CANT WAIT FOR TBE TEANSLATIONS AHAHAHAHHHHHHH

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great day to be an azul fan bc the manga (slowly but surely being translated) and s3 anime in 2025, rip to u book 4-7 fans 🫡🫡🫡

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Azul needs glasses! Part 1/2: "He failed an easy test"

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ship in a bottle

with all the time idia spends on his computer, it should come as no surprise that he has plenty of things on there that he’d…rather not be shared. he has folders of (totally legally) downloaded animes, his collection both impressive and highly embarrassing. he even has them nicely organised, into categories like “super underrated, binge when sad. or when happy”, and “terrible ending, can’t have shit in twisted wonderland”. he’s had to tinker with the storage a few times to make it all fit while still running smoothly.

then, of course, his games, dating sims and gachas and horror on occasion. he’s played just about every game anyone’s ever heard of, and then some.

even so, all of that isn’t even close to the worst on there. plenty of people watch anime and play those types of games, after all, and the fact that he likes them isn’t any kind of secret. he doesn’t have anything bad on there, exactly, just things that he’d rather die a slow and agonising death than let anyone else see.

like that one thing—

“idia-san.” azul’s voice breaks him from his trance. idia snaps his head up, blinking a couple times. the board sits on the table, displaying a half-finished word game. “it’s your turn.”

“o-oh, yeah.” idia scans the board in search of azul’s most recent play. he has some odd letters, but he’ll probably be able to make it work—

he freezes.

of course that’s the word azul put down.

he stares at it for a moment too long, hoping that maybe he’d misread it, but the letters don’t change. five of the tiles, in a neat row. does azul know? no, he can’t. it’s just a coincidence. it has to be.

azul speaks up. “idia-san?” he asks again, tilting his head, expression laced with concern. “are you alright? you seem rather flushed.”

“fine!” idia chokes out, squeakier than he’d like. he grabs some letters from his tile rack, spelling out jukebox using previously placed u and o tiles. he doesn’t think azul believes him; hell, not a person in the world would believe such a blatant lie. still, the topic is dropped and the game continues.

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“you should tell him, nii-san!” ortho encourages, bouncing on his feet. “you want to, so go for it!”

idia buries his face in his arms, his normally freezing cold room feeling way warmer than usual. “i can't! there's no way he'll ever think i'm cool!”

he regrets even telling ortho about his problem. he should have seen this coming. doesn't ortho get it? azul is basically idia's only friend. sevens, he'd rather confess his stupid crush on azul over this, and he can’t begin to express how badly he doesn’t want to do that. literally anything but this.

“azul ashengrotto-san isn’t the type of person to judge his friends,” says ortho. “plus, his affection levels towards you are higher than usual.”

“th-that’s the problem!” idia squeaks. “being friends with him is already, like, a secret route! if he finds out, it's totally game over for me!”

azul is nice enough, but idia is still nothing short of terrified of what his reaction would be. maybe he'd distance himself, stop coming to club meetings or quit entirely. avoid idia at every chance. tell the whole school what a fucking weirdo the ignihyde housewarden is.

(and yet at the same time, idia can't stop imagining, fantasising about the other possibility. that azul would just laugh, reassure him in his own azul-like way, move closer and closer until his hands are on idia's waist, nimble fingers instantly drawn to all of his most sensitive spots. the mere idea, however unrealistic, fills his stomach with butterflies. he can't think about it too long before he feels likes he's about to explode.)

ortho sighs. “it’s worth considering, at least.”

idia mumbles into his sleeves, “yeah, whatever.”

he’s not going to consider it for a second.

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idia can't get the conversation out of his head. he can't really tell azul about it, can he? no. no way. out of the question, one hundred percent. possible reaction aside, there’s no way idia would even be able to say it.

azul clears his throat and idia snaps his head up.

“apologies,” he says, straightening his glasses. “there was a bit of a tickle in my throat, you see.”

great. of course that’s the phrasing he uses. idia nods, trying his best to act casual, even though the word makes him so panicky and now he can’t stop thinking about it. the way azul says it, how easily it falls from his mouth. he’s obsessed. he hates it.

there's silence in the empty room as azul moves his piece a few spaces. then, as idia is trying to figure out his next move, azul speaks.

“you're blushing again.”

huh?! well, his face does feel rather warm. his eyes widen and he stammers, pulling his hood over his head to hide the pastel pink tips of his hair. ugh. humiliating.

“um, s-sorry. it’s my turn, right—?”

“tell me,” interrupts azul, tilting his head. idia glances over at him, but doesn’t quite look up. “why do you get so flustered when i mention tickling?”

fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck.

it’s idia’s own fault, really. he’s the idiot for thinking azul hadn’t noticed. he was just so desperate, hoping that his most well-guarded secret would stay a secret—from the boy he likes, especially. he must have gotten careless at some point.

he realises azul is still watching him. idia coughs weakly, looking anywhere else. “i-i don’t know what you’re talking about! it’s def just some sort of bug, i’m totally fine…!” he’s talking too fast, too high pitched. it’s not a believable excuse at all.

there’s something dancing in azul's eyes; amusement? excitement? “is that so? then, please,” he gestures towards idia, “explain why your face has gone so red.”

“eh?!” idia hides his face with his hands, peeking out between his fingers after a moment. “j-just…drop it, please…”

and, to his disappointment, azul listens.

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at least, in a way. he doesn’t mention it outright, but every interaction with him from then on is a constant reminder to idia that he knows (some of it, at least), and he’s not above using it against him.

azul begins to bring up the word as casually but as often as he can, and sevens, why are there so many damn phrases that use it? he jabs idia’s side when he spaces out, squeezes his knee under the table, pinches at his waist when he walks past. each touch is brief, and it only leaves idia craving more.

he can’t take it.

“stop teasing me!” he gets the courage to blurt out over a game of chess one day. he can already feel the warmth creeping under his skin.

azul stares for a moment, and in that instant idia has a sudden feeling of impending doom.

and then azul laughs.

he doubles over, pushing the board away from him as he holds a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. he laughs like idia’s just told him some sort of joke, and idia wants to be annoyed by it, but the sight is just too cute. screw his stupid feelings.

when azul is done laughing, he looks back up at idia. “i'm surprised,” he admits. “i didn't think you'd say anything this soon.”

idia crosses his arms, glaring. his face could easily be on fire and he wouldn't know the difference. he can't say anything. he doesn't know what to say.

azul straightens the frames of his glasses, still smiling. “so, idia-san,” he starts, “what do you want?”

he must be dreaming. idia feels like he’s going to throw up, in some sort of excited way. is this not what he’s been wanting? what he’s been thinking about for ages?

this can't be real.

it takes a while to find his voice. “please,” he whispers. “i want you to t-tickle me.”

and azul…

…stays silent.

idia’s words linger in the air, neither of them moving an inch. idia stares a hole into the table, his hands trembling as he clenches them.

azul isn’t saying anything. he’s not doing anything. shit, he’s never going to want to talk to idia again, he thinks idia is some sort of freak—

idia stands up suddenly, preparing to run, but azul’s hand grabs his wrist before he can move. idia, finally, locks eyes with him.

“okay,” azul says, smiling so genuinely in a way idia has never seen before. “i'll tickle you.”

and idia stops thinking altogether.

azul guides him to the ground, lays him on the floor of the classroom and hovers over him, practically straddling him. their position in the end would surely give anyone who walked in the wrong idea; but then again, maybe that assumption wouldn't be too far off.

“okay?” azul asks once they're settled, tilting his head. he's waiting for idia's go-ahead—as if he would say no.

idia can't find the words in him, so he merely nods.

he flinches almost violently when azul's fingers meet his stomach, both because his hands are cold and he knows what's coming. he gasps in a breath of air, but it doesn't matter. the moment nails begin to drag across his skin, he falls apart. he couldn't keep from laughing if he tried.

“az-azuhul-shi! wait, plehease, please…!” he doesn't even know what he's begging for. he doesn't want it to stop, but he doesn't think he could handle any more.

azul giggles, a light sound that barely carries over the sound of idia's desperation. “please? is this not what you've been waiting for? make up your mind.”

idia can't remember ever laughing this hard. he doesn't even remember the last time he was properly tickled, if it ever happened at all. he didn't know his body could even be this sensitive; it's overwhelming, any attempt at a coherent thought being instantly washed away.

yet at the same time, it's euphoric. he can't deny that he loves this, even as azul manages to find the spots that make him practically scream. it's such a relief that all the classrooms are soundproofed.

“please,” he begs, “dohon’t stohohop!”

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twst anime news!! (finally, lol)

The Twisted Wonderland anime is confirmed to be an adaptation of the main story!!

Seasons 1-3 have been greenlit. The first season, Episode of Heartslabyul, airs in October of 2025!! 🌹

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Headphones

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it was only days after their contract had been made that kinich asked the question.

"why did you choose that form?" the cave is silent, almost, aside from the crackling flames they're using for light. if not for such quiet, ajaw probably wouldn't have been able to even hear the question, the younger kinich's voice so timid.

"huh?" ajaw pauses, turns from where he's busily munching on a quenepa berry.

kinich isn't eating, knees to his chest as he stares at the ground. he's too damn thin; his body will be of no use to ajaw if it's going to be so weak. "i know you can't go back to your real form, but why this?" he draws aimless shapes in the dirt with his finger. "a human form would be more convenient, wouldn't it?"

"stop with the questions," ajaw grumbles, taking another bite. kinich obeys.

a minute later, ajaw breaks the silence again. "it's more convenient. uses less phlogiston." he sighs. "to think the great k'uhul ajaw has been reduced to this..."

kinich says nothing for a moment. "so, you could change forms if you want?" he finally looks up. "what does your human form look like?"

ajaw scoffs at that. "ha! like i'd show you. maybe one day, if you're not dead yet."

that day came one rainy night when kinich was stuck in bed, burning with a fever, and it was much easier to care for him with real hands. though maybe care isn't accurate, because ajaw doesn't care about kinich's wellbeing. he just doesn't want his future body to be so frail.

similar situations remain the only times kinich has seen ajaw's human form. he never says anything, but ajaw can always feel him staring. it doesn't come as a huge surprise when kinich, one day, specifically asks for ajaw's human body.

ajaw sprawls out on kinich's bed, closing his eyes with a sigh. this form feels more comfortable than his usual one, but at the cost of more of his strength. he flexes his fingers, runs them through his messy blond hair. kinich sits on the edge of the bed, watching silently. then, suddenly, he reaches out.

"what the hell are you doing?!" ajaw jumps away, sitting up, rubbing his arm where kinich had just touched. kinich's hand is frozen in the air, and he blinks.

"your skin feels real."

"huh?" ajaw rolls his eyes. "of course it does. what were you expecting?"

kinich crawls closer, reaching his hand out again, but this time, ajaw lets him. "more...synthetic?" he runs his fingers along the green marking's on ajaw's skin, up the insides of his arms until ajaw slaps him away.

"cut that out," he demands, not liking the oddly tingling feeling that follows kinich's touch.

but when has kinich ever listened to him?

ajaw discovered long ago the unfortunate reality; that with a human body comes human weakness. his sharp fangs have pierced the inside of his lip a few too many times. human bodies are so damn fragile. this, though? it's new. it's uncomfortably foreign, and suddenly he understands why kinich never lets ajaw touch his neck.

"agh! what the fuck!" he tries to escape from the hands squeezing the sides of his waist, but kinich has always been faster.

"if only you could stay in this form all the time," kinich muses to himself, making quick work of turning ajaw into a shrieking, laughing wreck. "this seems effective at reigning you in."

"k-kihinich!" ajaw screeches, head tossed back, electric shocks shooting up his body. "stohohop this ahat ohohonce!"

but, as usual, kinich doesn't listen.

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I MISS XINGYUN SO BAD. everything about them is perfect. it is the best ship ever :( i love them so much

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OMGGG I REMEMBER THE WHOLE GLOMAS THING!!!! THEY WWRE SO LOVELY!!!

also the tickle scenario/aspext of it was cute!!!!

THANK U FOR OPEMING TO MY EYES TO THIS LOVELY PAIRING, will dwfinitely try looking into them more. they have a really interesting dynamic i hadnt really thought about.

u should definitely expand more on ur thoughts about ruggie and jamil 👀 (NOT FORCING, but they seem interesting!!)

OH LET ME TELL YOU JAMRUGGIE CONTENT IS MORE RARE THAN MALLEUS BEING INVITED TO EVENTS(oof)

IM ABOUT TO GO ON A RANT ABOUT THEM/pos

Like come on they had 6 occasions where they interacted in the game

-Jamils School uniform card

-Ruggie’s Ceremonial Robes

-Fairy Gala

-Ace’s Labcoat Card

-AND GLOMAS‼️(STORY AND SEBEKS GLOMAS CARD)

Specifically GloMas, I know for a fact they at least start to interact more after that. And side rant: HOW DO EITHER KF THEM NOT HAVE A CARD DUO MAGIC TEAM UP YET?? THEY PRACTICALLY DID THAT IN GLOMAS

Ahem anyways

These two are my comfort characters; two faves as a ship? Comfort ship. It was like that with me and bnha (Midnight x Miruko and Sero x Ojiro).

Now to the tickle stuff;

During a collab study hall class or lunch, Ruggie was trying to get Jamil attention and so he accidentally tapped near the base of his neck and top of his back too lightly and he jumps and makes a noise and both were like, “…..”. Luckily they were a bit far from any other students so Ruggie was like “Damn, big bad Kalim babysitter is ticklish? Sucks to suck.” And just pokes at places Jamil is not protecting while Jamil quickens to protect his free spots. It would be a convo during book 5, rook would somehow accidentally say Ruggie was ticklish and Jamil be like “damn, sucks to suck” to himself. Of course he gets his vengeance and guess what? He gets to be mischievous silly little guy like he wants (2 gremlins)

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You show up for your first day at Copyright-Free Magic School. As you're going through orientation, you're informed that all new students get a school-assigned familiar that they are responsible for housing and maintaining. The staff member assures you that your assigned familiar is appropriately chosen and reflects you in some way.

Spin this to find out yours. (Remember, you are responsible for maintaining this familiar in your dorm room.)

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AZUL OS CANONICALLY THE MOST TICKLISH YOUR WELCOME‼️

YOU ARE SO RIGHT. he is so so ticklish that they cant show us a tickle scene bc they know we would be too powerful with one🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ such is life

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i hope twst makes it canon that azul isn't ticklish whatsoever

I DID NOT ASK FOR THIS????

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azul's plan was perfect. he had it all figured out! after the lounge closed, he'd leave for the scarabia dorm, sneak around until he made it to jamil’s room and could safely place the box outside his door. there was a high risk of being caught once he'd entered scarabia’s mirror, he knew that, but he had excuses and lies readily available in case he needed them.

still, the thought of running into someone was only supposed to come after he'd entered the dorm building. so, when he stumbles upon jamil in the mirror chamber, he suddenly has no idea what to do.

“jamil!” azul exclaims with a grin, masking his nervousness. “might i ask what you're doing out so late?”

jamil crosses his arms. “what's behind your back,” he demands in lieu of an answer.

ah. fuck.

the truth is, the box in azul's hands is almost empty. the only thing that can be found in it is a thin necklace, a shell as a pendant. it’s a tradition in the coral sea to give one to significant others; like rings in the human world, though not quite as permanent. he could just go ahead and hand it to jamil, but that would mean seeing his reaction, and azul is just a bit too embarrassed about the whole thing to handle that.

azul coughs. “it’s nothi—ing?” he freezes up as jamil steps forward, hands latching onto his sides automatically as if magnetic. he should have known this was coming.

“what’s in the box?” jamil asks, eyes narrowed as he kneads his thumbs into azul’s flesh, coaxing out frantic laughter. the bastard could just as easily grab the box from his weakened grip, but jamil will never be nice enough to spare him when given the chance.

“ihihit’s—! agh, stohop!” azul can feel his legs about to give out. maybe he should just give up. “just t-tahake it!” he squeaks, shoving the box in jamil’s face.

and then he bolts.

jamil stands alone in the chamber, blinking in confusion as he holds the small box.

i am in love with you. this is so cute???? I LOVE THIS MY GOSH.. what a great idea btw, wonder who came up with that, but oh em gee, this is so sweet and cute and lovely and everything id ever imagine in a fic written by THE tklpilled. exceeds all expectations….. HERE TAKE EVERYTNING YOU WANT. ITS YOURS NOW.

but genuinely, this is so cute and ur thw best writer ever i love this so much, thank u for blessinf my eyes with this beautiful azujami sandwich. its truly a life-changer. *i decided to turn my life around after this fic and now i am making $100k a year, am married with five children, and im not sick.*

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