#<- NONONO YOURE GOOD!!!!!/gen

[steven-reblogs]

“Understood. I will of course take note of that; however, I still worry for you. You are my dad? No? I simply wish to help you as you've helped me. Common curiosity. As for your advice? Do not downplay your abilities to do so. You've been doing amazing; you may not think so, but truly, you've been a great help. I appreciate it. As for the last part? I should be fine. The gifts are something I am still not used to; however, I'll eventually get rid of such a fear."

[He was probably messing with his pants leg! Well, until he was offered a blanket, which he did indeed take.]

"Oh, thank you. I appreciate the offer. Now, thank you for such a texture. Comforting and soft. As for topics? Unless you have some, I, unfortunately, am lacking in ideas.”

[Hai moon! I offer up your son! His hair seems to be a mess. His eyes are puffy, and his cheeks are probably stained from crying so much! Also, this time? He's not in his usual suit attire. Sure, he still has slacks? But Sly seemingly has Joe's shirt on their shoulders! His voice is probably cracked. He is… A mess.]

 

"I just wanted to check in with you. Hha. If.. it’s a bad time I can come back later.-“

@ask-steven-stevenson

hi steven! you are currently in xis sisters house! xis sister isnt here at the moment, however, so its just you n moon. xe steps forward, attempting to reach out before hesitantly folding xis hands to xis chest. xe looks concerned.

hi! hello, kiddo! nonono, its never a bad time for you to visit! is something up?

[the-scungles-of-crungles]

PEOPLE CAN'T JUST FUCKING HAVE FUN ANYMORE NOPE NUH UH NOO SERRREEE EE FICKING G NOPE HAHAHAHA CAN'T JUST F U CKINNG PLAY GAME SO THE WHH WSSNA AJSHSAAA HAVE FUN AND GAMES FFOR ENTERTAIMNET IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT THE NEGATIVES IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT THE NEGATIVVES IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT THE NEGATIVES IT'S GOTTA ALWAYS BE ABOUT WHATS WRONG WITH IT YOU CAN'T HAVE FUN ANYMORE EVERYTHING HAS TO BE BAD IT CAN'T BE GOOD IT CANT BE GOOD IT CANT BE GOOD IT CAN'T BE IT CAN'T BE IT HAS TO BE BAD OLD GAMES AREEE ALWAYYSSSS BETTER YEAH HUH YEAH? FUCKING MILLENIALS PEICES OF SHIT WITH YOUR FUCKING STUPID SHIT FUCKING NOSTALGIA GOGGLES GO FUCKING ROT IN YOUR GO D DAMN BASEMENT YOU FUCKING SLIME. SLIME. SLIME. SLIME. SLIME. SLIME. SLIME. SLIME. FUCK ING KILL YOU KILL YOU KILLYOU MORE MMORE MORE MORE MROE I HATE YOU FUCKING CANT EVER HAVE FUN NOTHING NEW CAN BE GOOD HUH HUH HUH HUH NOPE NONONO FUCKING NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAMEBAD BAD BAD BAD BAD AAAUUUGHHHHH AAAAHEHHHHAHHAHAHAH FUCKING MILLENIAL GEN X GO FUCK ALL OF YOUR SELVES YOU FUCKING """CANT BE GOOD OKD GAME GOOD NEW GAME BAD OLD GAME GOOD NEW GAME BAD OLD GAME GOOD NEW GAME BADCSOME OF US AREN'T FUCKING UNLOVABLE WORTHLESS SLIME LIKE YOU THERE'S ONLY. ONE ONLY ON I'M THE ONLY ONE HERE I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO LIKES THINGS I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT I'M HERE NBODY ELSE I'M HERE AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN LIKE BECAUSE IT'S ALL BAD IT'S GOTTA BE BAD YOU'RE, I'M. I'M WRONG OF COURSE!BECAUSE I AM THE ONLY ONE I'M WRONG OF COURSE BAD TASTE BAD GAMES LOW STANDARDS HAHA LOOK A CONSUMER HAHA LOOK LOW STANDARDS HAHA HAHA LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD OLD GAME GOOD OLD GAME GOOD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NE W GAME FUCKING SUCKS BECAUSE THERE'S NO FUCKING POINT IN TRYING TO LIKE ANYTHING ANYMORE NEVER HAVE FUCN THE MOMENT YOU REALISE NOBODY ELSE LIKES IT AND EVERYONE ELSE HATES IT YOU'LL FEEL THE CRUSHING PAIN IN YOUR HEART AGAIN LIKE LAST TIME AND TE NEXT AND TE NEXT IT NEVER ENDS YOU HAVE TO JUST BE LIKE THEM OR ELSE IT'LL FUCKING HURT AGAIN IT CAN'T BE GOOD YOU CANT HAVE FUN YOU CAN'T LIKE THESE THINGS THEY ALL HATE IT EVERYONE HATES IT EVERYONE HATES IT IT'S BAD IT'S BAD IRS BAD ITS FBAD IT BAD GAME BAD GAMEBADEHAMEGAME GAMEGAMR EE BAD. NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW GAME BAD NEW

[shakespeare-official-account]

This is {AHA}. I'm sorry dude, I didn't see your post about being aroace. I just saw you reblogged the thing about passionate homosexual love letters and thought it would be funny. I didn't mean to violate any boundaries. I apologize if I have /gen

XDD nonono it’s fine i love anon homo love letters i just don’t want them to be sexual- you’re good dw i might be aroace but i love well-written gayness as much as the next person :3

[themostsanebug]

HEEHHEGHEHEH!!!!!!! AYAYAYAYYAAYYY !!!!!!! eehhhh..ueejheh..... sorry im just. very happy about that. you mean a lot to me!!!!!! so obviously when. yea you get it.

hey dad im randomly mad again and i feel bad about it what do i do:(

“Oh dear. I'm so sorry this is late, kid. I'm here now. As for the answer to your problem? It's alright. Sometimes that can happen. Emotions can randomly come and go. You can't control them. I know it's hard to come to terms with your emotions. There could be some reason! Has anything happened recently? Anything that could be overwhelming? An influx of texts? Too many people talking at once? Too much noise.? If that's the case, would you like to sit in my office for awhile? It should be quiet. You can always play your music! I've played some of the songs from the one artist you played. It's very nice. I do enjoy the song you showed me! Cicada days, I believe it was called. Anyways, sorry. Don't feel bad for having emotions. You're fine; we can sit down and take a few deep breaths. Alright? You'll be alright. Trust me. I'm here for you."

[fishcow99]

what if I said I was lowkey in love w u sometimes like gen was .. like something happens and I’m head over heels kinda shit 😓, would you hate me would you come for me , like .. HRMMMM & I know the chances of like .. feelings being . returned r so low cause … yeahhhh .. but I cherish every conversation & moment we have together I love talking w u always ur literally the highlight of my day when I was ily I actually mean it with my whole heart I just LOVE you you’re so amazing & it’s just hghhhhh finding the words r hard & im literally PANICKING & I am not sure if u can tell who this is but .. I go silent now walk away and don’t say a word just know I love you VEDY much & thank you for everything PLS DONT HATE ME PLS DONT HATE ME & WANT ME TO DIE PLS ! 😓 . . .

SAHODFASDFIS I THOUGHT I WAS A FUCKING IDIOT AND MISREADING SHIT AND MISINTERPERTING IT NONONO YOURE GOOD IK WHO YOU ARE I WOULD SAY MORE BUT I REALLY HAVE TO GO BUT PLEASE KNOW ILYT AND WE'LL TALK MORE LATER

[the-s1lly-corner]

HI SORRY I JUST REALISED THAT YOU SAID YOU'RE GETTING TIRED OF TADC ASKS SO ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT WANNA DO MY REQ!! (Or you can just switch the fandom out for another, idc which one ^_^)

nonono youre all good!! its not so much that im getting *tired* of TADC but more so a little burnt if that makes sense :0

as of right now i still enjoy writing for the digital circus! its just sometimes the characters in each post feel.. bland? idk!! i prommy once i actually am done with TADC ill close it down and announce it; but youre all good man!!/gen

[elytrafemme]

mhm, i’m glad you decided to explore their pairing. it’s genuinely such a comforting one, and i’m so sure i’ll read it many more times in the future :] i wanted to maybe write something of them myself, but i haven’t written anything in so long i think it would be quite embarrassing lol.

i hope you do get back into writing things soon, i adore reading your work. it’s some of the best i’ve ever read, truthfully. something about it reworks my entire brain chemistry every time i read something of yours. it’s honestly magic, mare, haha

oh, also, if you remember the cs!ranboo rp blog i made, turns out that was actually an alter in our system… so we have a cs!ranboo. sorry if that like weirds you out or anything, i just thought i should explain what happened with it. sorry about it as well, like where it turned out to be an alter instead of something for the cough syrup community. she’ll still probably answer asks and such once his blog is up and running like an actual blog for our alters. i need to get on that actually. maybe i’ll work on that tonight. the user is still the same, but feel free to unfollow it if it makes you uncomfortable! i totally get it if it does :] /gen

yeah!!! unfortunately I'm not as into OSMP anymore just by proxy of me getting really really into ace attorney and maintaining that thread of interest with cough syrup solely, but i do have thoughts about the origins characters i could share if ever prompted. i used to have a fic that was going to be o!ranboo centric in a more modern setting and there were a LOT of very extensive and debatably generous headcanons in there that i still am quite fond of.

THAT'S SO FUCKING SWEET WHAT THE HELL... that means the absolute world to me :( i got really into writing poetry lately which is still good but! dammit i miss prose. wrote a little thing last night for ace attorney and that made me feel good but like... uagh especially with cough syrup its like. these characters feel like living breathing people i can blueprint in my head and writing their world was like. a very cathartic thing for me i think. writing is extremely extremely healing and i think i'm ready to return to prose, writing less about myself and more about others as a way to explore myself. does that make sense?

NONONO YOU'RE TOTALLY OKAY!!!! YOU DON'T NEED TO APOLOGIZE FRIEND i appreciate your transparency but i absolutely do not mind at all. at this point i'm now aware of like... three? two? three? alters that are fictives from the cough syrup universe in different systems. and that's all totally fine with me i have fictives of my own so like, yeah you're all good. and you don't need to worry about like doing something 'for the community' or anything-- ppl just engaging and talking about my fic already means the world to me and making content for it is just so so so fucking crazy and wonderful and amazing and mindblowing to me but you don't have to feel compelled to like. do that. i mean hell im arguably the pioneer of the cs community and god knows im not creating anything for it rn 😭 btw let your alter know that i hope hes doing well and that i say hi! i will keep following her but if SHE'S ever uncomfortable she can always lmk <3

[themostsanebug]

yeah</333

LYRIC DISSECTION ONCE MORE OOOOOOOO i love doing these (song is saint bernard)

“Hung pictures of patron saints up on my wall, to remind me that I am a fool. Tell me where I came from, what I will always be, just a spoiled little kid who went to Catholic school.”

just feels like william envying steven and scott despite knowing how unhealthy it is for him to do so. he sees himself as lesser than them :(

“When I am dead I won’t join their ranks, ‘cause they are both holy and free. And I’m in Ohio, satanic and chained up, and until the end, that’s how it’ll be.”

AGAIN. william envying them. hes sees it as if he cant follow their example he'll be outcast and lose the connection he has with steven.

“I said make me love myself so that I might love you. Don’t make me a liar, ‘cause I swear to god, when I said it I thought it was true.”

this one feels like william getting..?..? mad at steven and trying to make him feel guilty.

“Saint Calvin told me not to worry about you, but he’s got his own things to deal with. There’s really just one thing that we have in common, neither of us will be missed.”

basically what the color coded text suggests. jake trying to keep william from worrying over steven by saying he can help, but william continues to go off on him.

“Saint Bernard sits at the top of the driveway, you always said how you loved dogs. I don’t know if I count, but I’m trying my best, when I’m howling and barking these songs.”

woohoo!!!! using the phonehead for more guilt points!!!!! as well as mentioning exactly what he is doing with that form.

DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE MY VISION.....

[bulldog-geckorahhhhh]

Hey nonono its okay! i'm not mad at you in the slightest, i'm just very tired and that came out in my message. I shouldnt have taken out my frustration on you as you were completly unmalicious, your completly good man! was just meaning to inform but worded it shittily, very sorry as well. hope your ok dude legit feel free to repost your art whenever your ready, it was dope i didn't mean to make you feel bad you have no reason to, your super awesome and i'm really sorry i upset you /p /gen

Thanks man- I know you’re not mad- it’s just my anxiety. You’re being really sweet about it- which is the best thing you can do. Thank you for informing me about what I did wrong so I can correct it in the future! I’m not mad, and I’m not very upset anymore-

I don’t know when I’ll repost the art- I’m still nervous but I might soon. Thank you, really! For being so kind about this /gen

[vxlentinescookies]

Oh I'm sorry

I wasn't trying to hint that- /srs

Nonono you're good! Just wanted to say that bc between joke and joke someone might try to think thats true 😅 but you're good! Sorry I used your ask as the example/gen

[hoodie-prince-kid]

I’m sorry I didn’t mean to spread misinformation:(

Nonono its ok!! Good job doing your research! /gen

[thyfavouritegay]

WARNING: Dead End:Paranormal Park Season 2 Spoilers

they really added injury to insult by KILLING PUGSLEY after making Badyah STRAIGHT, huh?

first they give us straight Badyah! Badyah! straight! scoff! how dare! (a little bit fucked up by trying to give us a canon straightie)

then they KILL PUGSLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if you were to google if the dog dies, the answer would be yes!!!! why!!!!!!!!!

truly, truly, tragic...

and now, in no particular order, a list of other Things to mention:

we got to see Temeluchus again! looks like he’s doing well :D

The Fact that “Plenty of Flesh” exists????????? what is it????? is it for people willing to become vessels for possession????? why didn’t Temeluchus use it the first time????? is it actually just “Plenty of Fish” but Temeluchus misread it and the guy thought he was going on a date when he got possessed?????????????????????

Barney died AGAIN. AGAIN!!!! give this man a break!!!

bisexual queen Norma yes

THEY’VE BEEN FORESHADOWING THE TIME TRAVEL STUFF IN THE LAST EPISODE SINCE THE VERY SECOND EPISODE????????? damn

. pugsley as the watcher has fingers. not as in he has fingers as a mentor but like. look at those hands. those are fingers asf. wtf. that’s terrifying. he is a dog.

GOD IS CANON AND HIS NAME IS JAEL?????????????!?!!?!? FINGERS WAS HIS ARM????? GOD CUT OFF HIS OWN ARM WHO WAS FINGERS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

logs my beloved you need a break as well as your bf

THEY ARE CANON BOYFRIENDS BTW! WIN FOR THE GAYS!

gord

zagan

zagan’s lame boyfriend

evil norma

evil barney but particularly when talking to logs (so. fucking. funny. (/gen))

eyebags as visual representation for barney wanting to die (or. stay dead.)

barney was a cute kid

harmony/harm many is back /neg (i dislike this man)

fingers is dead tho which is good because eughhhhh nonono

[intheticklecloset]

Dr. Stone Sentence Starters #11-20

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

~~~

11) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Did. I. Stutter?” Senku repeated his words slowly, one by one, approaching Gen with purposeful strides.

Gen was so surprised by Senku’s demeanor that he backed himself right into one of the shelves full of glass beakers. He whirled to make sure none of them fell. “N-No, you didn’t stutter, I just…wasn’t sure that I heard you right?”

“You heard me perfectly well.” Senku was right in his face when the mentalist turned back, startling him all over again. After a long pause, the scientist smirked playfully. “You’d better run.”

Gen sure didn’t need to be told twice. He took off at a sprint, bolting out of the lab and around the back towards the forest, hoping to climb up into one of the trees for shelter from the oncoming storm. A minute later Senku arrived, stood at the base of his chosen tree, and looked up.

“Really? You’re not even trying.”

“I know you can’t climb well,” Gen replied. “If you want me, you’ll have to come get me.”

“All right.”

Adding to the surprises for the day, Senku leapt up to grab the first branch and swung himself up onto it, approaching Gen’s hiding place slowly but surely.

At this point, Gen felt he owed it to his poor friend to just stay put and take it. It wouldn’t be so bad…right?

Senku crawled up the branch to him, pushing him against the trunk with a mischievous smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Gen flashed a smile of his own. “Go on, then. Just don’t tickle me so hard we both fall out of this tree.”

“I make no promises.” Senku chuckled, then reached for him and started tickling. Gen’s laughter filled the edge of the forest as the scientist added, “Besides, this is what you get for messing with me all the time. I think it’s only fair.”

*

12) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Gen wrapped his arms around Senku’s waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. “What are you working on?”

Senku stiffened for only a moment, then relaxed when he realized who it was. “Just doing an experiment for Chrome.”

“You’re so kind.” Gen held him closer and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his neck. “When are you coming to bed?”

Senku let out a small noise and shuddered slightly. “Uh…” For a moment, he actually seemed at a loss for words. “S-Soon. Once I finish here.”

“That was quite the reaction,” Gen teased, kissing him again. “I keep forgetting you’re so ticklish here.”

“Don’t,” Senku pleaded. He tried to turn around, but the mentalist tightened his grip on his waist and kissed him again. “Gen, dohohohon’t!”

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Gen teased, curling his fingers inward to tickle the scientist’s sides as well, pulling a sputtering laugh out of him. “Can’t take a little tickling?”

“Stohohohohop – you knohohohow I cahahahan’t!” Senku gripped Gen’s arms, giggling openly, knowing he wasn’t going anywhere until the mentalist released him. “Plehehehehease!”

Gen beamed at him, kissing his neck and ears and tickling his sides in tandem. “You’re so cute, you know that?”

“Shuhuhuhut up!”

“But you are!” Gen hugged him tighter. “I just want to squeeze you and cuddle you and tickle you all night long.”

“Gen!” Senku was blushing now, heart hammering in his chest. This mentalist did things to him he’d never felt before, and it was confusing and exciting all at once. “Plehehehehease, stohohohop!”

As requested, the mentalist slowed his tickling down and eventually let up. He pulled back and turned Senku to face him, reveling in the pink cheeks and bright eyes his tickling had induced. Gen put a hand to his cheek. “Come to bed?”

Senku chuckled, placing his hand over top of Gen’s. “Sure.”

*

13) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

The snap of a twig in the dark alerted Senku to the fact that he wasn’t alone out here in the forest.

Great, he thought. I go off by myself for two minutes to do my business and now I’m being stalked by some wild animal. Or worse – one of Tsukasa’s people. The scientist stalled, listening hard, scanning the area around him for some sign of movement.

There was nothing.

Cautiously he stepped forward, intending to get back to the observatory as quickly and quietly as possible. He was just coming upon the clearing that would take him to the outskirts of the village when someone came up behind him and slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling his startled cry.

He panicked for all of three seconds before his captor murmured a gentle, “Hello, Senku~” And suddenly he knew who had hold of him. He relaxed, letting out a sigh. His heart was racing. “Quite bold of you to assume it was safe to go off alone, don’t you think?”

Senku wrenched his head to the side to free his mouth and look directly into the cool, teasing gaze of the mentalist. “You scared me half to death, Gen. Are you happy?”

“I am. But you don’t seem to be.” Gen smirked, grabbing hold of Senku’s wrists and holding them behind his back as he squeezed his side playfully. “Good thing we know how to change that, hmm?”

“No!” Senku yelped, biting his lip to keep his laughter at bay. He struggled, but Gen was surprisingly strong. “Nohohohohoho, Gen! Y-You – gah – stohohohohohohop it! I’ll g-gehehehet you bahahahack for thihihihis!”

Gen beamed, leaning forward to blow cool air over the scientist’s neck and ears, loving the squeal he got for his efforts. “I’m sure you will. But first, allow me to teach you about the dangers of the forest, my dear Senku~”

*

14) Lee Senku, Lers Kohaku and Ginro

“Wait, wait, wait!” Senku cried, kicking against Kohaku until she let him go, startled. Once on his feet again he shook his head and started backing away. “Nope. Can’t do it. Sorry.”

“What? But you said—”

“Can’t.”

Kohaku reached out and grabbed his wrist, frowning at him. “Senku, I need someone to be a test dummy for Ginro so he can learn how to fight properly.” She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder at the blonde boy who stood off to the side, watching them in confusion. “No one else is available, so you’re up.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Why are you protesting all of a sudden? You seemed fine when I asked five minutes ago.”

Senku wouldn’t look at her. “I just…remembered something important I need to do. Right now. Time is of the essence.”

“This will only take a couple of minutes, Senku,” Kohaku sighed, moving to stand behind him again, latching her hands onto his waist and hoisting him into the air as she had the first time.

Senku yelped and then – to her surprise – burst into giggles, squirming in her arms. “S-Stop, put me down!”

Immediately, it clicked. Kohaku grinned, set him on the ground as requested, and wasted no time curling her fingers inward, squeezing his sides with purpose this time. Senku’s laugh was instant and loud and shrieky. She beamed. “You’re ticklish! That’s why you didn’t want to help.”

“Stop, stohohohohohop!” he pleaded, grabbing onto her wrists but unable to keep her from wiggling her fingers in his most sensitive spot. His knees wobbled. “Kohaku! I’m seheheheherious!”

“You sound serious,” she teased.

“Is he ticklish? No way!” Ginro cried, beaming as he hurried over to them. “I want to tickle him, too!”

“No – NO!! Both of yohohohohou, s-s-STAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!” Senku was quickly tackled to the ground, each of his attackers grabbing an arm and holding it out of the way while they dug into his sides, drawing the loudest, screechiest laughter they’d ever heard from him. He kicked and begged and tossed his head back as his hysterics overcame him in a wild rush he hadn’t felt in over three thousand years. “NONONO STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!! I’LL M-MAHAHAKE YOU DO MOHOHOHOHORE WORK IF YOU DON’T STAHAHAHAHAHAP—!!”

*

15) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Gen had been trying – and failing – to get Senku to laugh at even one of his jokes for a solid ten minutes at this point, and he was growing frustrated. Didn’t the man have a sense of humor?

“Okay, okay – what did one eye say to the other?” he tried.

Senku took a long drink of water before shrugging and leaning against the outside of the lab, looking up into the cloudy sky. “I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

“Between you and me, something smells!”

“Uh-huh. Give it up, mentalist – your jokes just aren’t funny.”

Gen scoffed. “You just don’t know how to laugh,” he muttered, reaching to pinch his side without really thinking about it. “Grumpy.”

To his surprise, Senku let out what sounded like a squeak and jerked away from him, turning wide red eyes to the mentalist. Gen stared at him. He smirked.

“Do not,” Senku said.

“Oh, I will.” Gen tackled the scientist to the ground, pinching up and down his sides rapidly, keeping him giggling. “All right, let’s try this again. How about this one – how do you know the toothbrush was invented in Tennessee?”

“W-Whehehehehere even is Tehehehehenessee?” Senku protested, squirming and trying to push Gen’s hands away.

“Because if it were invented anywhere else, it would be called a teethbrush!”

“It’s n-nohohohot that fun-NEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Senku laughed helplessly when the mentalist squeezed his sides harder, earning louder shrieks and squeals from him.

“Aha! Finally got you to laugh at one!”

“THAHAHAHAT DOESN’T COHOHOHOHOUNT!!”

Gen chuckled. “Do you really want to be arguing with me with the position you’re in?” To his surprise, the scientist’s cheeks were turning pink, and he seemed to actually be getting…flustered? “Why, Senku – are you enjoying this?”

“What?! Nohohohohoho!” Senku grabbed his wrists, trying to push him away. “Stohohohohop!”

But Gen didn’t let up, only smiling wider the longer he pinched and kneaded his friend’s sides, drawing the happiest of giggles from him. “Your smile tells me otherwise~”

*

16) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Why are you acting like this?”

Gen smirked. He’d been pestering Senku for a solid few minutes now, following him wherever he went, bugging him with random questions, never letting him have a moment of quiet. “For attention.”

Senku scoffed. “Interesting strategy.”

“It’s working, isn’t it?”

“I suppose there’s no way it couldn’t work, unless I ignored you. Which is difficult when you’re right behind me like a puppy all the time.”

“Am I cute like a puppy?”

Senku paused, looking at the mentalist seriously for a moment before smirking. “Sure. But I know how to make you even cuter. Come here!”

Gen knew what was coming, and he turned to try and run, but the scientist merely tackled him into the grass and rolled him over, going right for his underarms, and the mentalist exploded with laughter. “NONONO OKAHAHAHAHAHY I’LL LEHEHEHEHEAVE YOU ALONE!!”

“That’s funny.” Senku straddled him, leaning down so their faces were practically touching. “I never said I wanted you to.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Gen squealed, kicking his legs uselessly, trying to toss his body side to side to lessen the sensations. Senku could not get enough of his big, bright smile. “PLEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!! ANYWHERE EHEHEHEHELSE BUT THEHEHEHERE, SENKU!!”

“Oh?~” Senku hummed, grabbing his arms and shoving them above his head, leaning down to press feather light kisses along his cheeks and ears. “Then what about here?”

Gen whined, still giggling. His ears weren’t overly ticklish, but being nuzzled and kissed there definitely flustered him. “Nohohohohohoho…”

“No? But you wanted attention.” Senku chuckled, reaching one hand down to tweak his ribs, making him yelp. “I’m just giving you what you wanted, puppy~”

*

17) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“There’s no need to hold my chin like that,” Senku said with a confident smirk. “We’re the same height. I can look into your eyes just fine without your help.”

“I’m an inch taller, thank you,” Gen shot back playfully, “and it makes me feel powerful to make you look at me, so let me have this.”

“Powerful, huh?” Senku chuckled. He tried to tilt his head, but Gen merely tightened his grip slightly, giving his head a small shake as if to say “oh, no, you don’t.” The scientist blinked, surprised by how the simple action made his heart beat a little faster. “Well, what do you want, mentalist?”

Gen had his free arm wrapped around Senku’s waist. He pulled him a little closer. “What do you think?” He finally let go of his chin, only to scribble his fingers under it teasingly. “Come kiss me, you brilliant scientist.”

Senku chuckled again, and it took Gen a moment to realize it wasn’t because he’d thought it was funny. He twisted his head out of the way with a soft, “stop it,” and the gears in the mentalist’s head churned as he put the pieces together.

“Aw, are you a little sensitive, Senku?” He teased, scribbling even more, keeping up when the scientist twisted his head this way and that. Senku tried to pull back but Gen kept his arm firmly around his waist. “Tickle, tickle~”

“Stohohop.” The plea was soft, not quite genuine. The mentalist moved his skittering up to the man’s ears and neck, and finally Senku’s soft chuckles became higher-pitched giggles. “Nohohohoho! Gehehehehen!”

Gen giggled, too, throwing his arms around Senku’s shoulders and burying his face into his neck, nuzzling him. Both men continued to laugh happily for quite some time.

*

18) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“You’ve been awfully quiet today,” Senku remarked, coming up behind Gen, hands on his hips. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Who says anything is wrong?” Gen replied, but he wouldn’t look at the scientist.

“Because you are physically incapable of shutting up.” Senku tried to step closer to get a better look at his face, but the mentalist turned away from him. “Are you hiding something from me?”

“I would never.”

“Now I know you’re hiding something.” The scientist sighed. “Spill it, Gen.”

Gen cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

Senku rolled his eyes and grabbed his ribs from behind, digging into the bones and spaces between with deadly precision. Gen shrieked with giggles and doubled over instantly, but to Senku’s surprise, he didn’t whirl around to fight him off. Instead he collapsed to the ground, barely squirming at all.

“Senku! Plehehehease!”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nohohohohothing’s wrong!”

“Then I’m sure you can take a little more tickling.”

Gen arched his back when the scientist wormed his way up into his underarms, finally rolling over onto his back, showing off his wide smile…and a whole slew of other things.

Senku stopped. “Gen, you’re sick.”

“I’m fine!”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Chrome and I could have made some medicine for you, and you should be resting—”

“I’m fine,” Gen insisted. “I didn’t want you to worry because I’m not that sick. Just a little.”

“In the stone world, a cold can be deadly.” Senku frowned, moving to get up. “Come on, let’s get you to the observatory.”

“Wait.” Gen grabbed his arms, keeping him from standing. He looked a little embarrassed. “Can you…tickle me a little more? It felt really nice.”

“Tickling you made you feel better?”

“Laughter is the best medicine.”

“Oof. Just for that, I’m going to tickle you silly.” Senku smiled gently. “Let’s at least get you to the observatory first. Then we’ll see about that extra dose of tickling.”

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19) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“Hm? What was that? You’re going to have to stop laughing so I can hear you clearly.”

“GEHEHEHEHEHEN!! GEHEHEHEHET ME OUT OF HEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” Senku pleaded around mouthfuls of desperate laughter. He was hanging unceremoniously from a trap the hunters had set for deer deep in the forest; he’d been out collecting plants for a new project and had accidentally brushed over the rope with his hand, and now he was hanging from a tree with one wrist bound above him and the other trying to grab at Gen’s devious tickling fingers.

“I’m afraid I still can’t hear you,” the mentalist teased wickedly, enjoying himself far too much. When Senku had taken longer than expected to come back to the lab, he’d gone out to look for him and had nearly doubled over laughing himself when he found the scientist strung up in a deer trap. He’d also wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation, drilling his fingers deep into his friend’s sides, knowing it was his ultimate weak spot and that he couldn’t protect himself whatsoever right now. “If you’d just stop laughing so hard, maybe I could understand—”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Senku screeched, and the pure desperation in his voice was music to Gen’s ears. “GEHEHEHEHEN, STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! I BEHEHEHEHEG YOU!!”

“You beg me, hmm?” Gen grinned evilly up at him, enjoying the look of excited panic in his eyes. “Now that does sound lovely~”

“LEHEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHO!! I SWEHEHEHEAR I’LL MAHAHAKE YOU ALL THE COHOHOHOLA YOU WANT!!”

“You do that anyway,” Gen chuckled, grabbing Senku’s free wrist and holding it up out of the way so he could tickle without any kind of hindrance. The scientist threw his head back and absolutely cackled, completely lost to his own hysterics at this point. The mentalist beamed. Despite his friend’s protests, he knew Senku wasn’t hating this as much as he pretended he did. After several long moments, he asked, “Had enough yet, giggles?”

At first Senku didn’t reply; he merely laughed and kicked and let Gen do what he wanted, but when the mentalist wrapped his arm around his waist to blow a raspberry over his exposed stomach, he finally crumbled. “STOHOHOHOHOHOP, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! NO MOHOHOHOHORE, GEN!!”

Gen chuckled, then took a knife from his tunic and threw it at the rope binding Senku to the tree. They both toppled to the ground in a heap, giggling in each other’s arms.

*

20) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“You don’t take compliments very well, do you?” Gen asked, looking sideways at Senku, who looked a tad bit flustered and uncomfortable. “Why? They’re all right, you know.”

Senku scoffed, picking up a pencil and beginning to draw something, ignoring Gen completely.

Well, that wouldn’t do.

Gen folded his arms. “Senku, you are intelligent, and kind, and lots of fun to be around, and—”

“Stop,” Senku muttered, dropping the pencil and facing away from him, cheeks turning pink as he blushed. “None of it’s deserved.”

“Not deserved?” Gen gasped dramatically. “How dare you say such a thing about yourself.” When the scientist still wouldn’t look at him, he grabbed his sides from behind and pulled him closer while squeezing at the same time, pulling a startled giggle from his friend. “Let’s try this again, shall we? You are intelligent.”

Senku squirmed, giggling steadily as Gen squeezed and dug his fingers into his most ticklish spot. “Stop—”

“You are kind.” Gen giggled with him, pulling him closer, wrapping one arm around his chest. “You’re so much fun to be around.”

“Stohohohohop!”

“And let’s not forget – you have the best laugh!” The mentalist dug in for all he was worth, pulling a shriek and high-pitched laughter out of Senku, who squirmed and grabbed his arms weakly, not-so-subtly giving into the ticklish sensations wracking his body. Gen dug harder, held tighter, teased more relentlessly. “Hear that? Your laugh is the best, Senku! All of us love hearing it. Especially me. Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“GEHEHEHEHEHEHEN!!” Senku laughed, scrabbling for some kind of purchase on his purple coat. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Gen, yes~” The mentalist hugged him even tighter and began nibbling his neck and ears from behind in tandem with the nonstop tickling of his sides. Senku nearly collapsed right then and there, the feelings both unbearable and completely welcome at the same time. “You’re intelligent, you’re kind, you’re fun, your laugh is beautiful. Believe me now?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAHAHAHAY, YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIN!!” Senku pleaded, submitting to Gen’s tickly hold while begging for mercy at the same time. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Gen finally let up, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before letting him go. “Good.”

[august-anon]

Hello how are you! May I please ask for number 6 with lee!Taako and Magnus??? <3

I'm hanging in there lol, thanks for asking! I hope you're doing well! <3 Enjoy!

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Too Ticklish

Fandom: The Adventure Zone: Balance

Ship(s): Gen

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Taako, Ler!Magnus

Word Count: 398 words

Summary: Magnus wants to test a theory.

[ao3 link]

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It was never a good thing when Magnus was bored. A bored Magnus got himself into all sorts of trouble, and almost never the kind that Taako actually wanted to be involved in. Case in point, the fact that Magnus had been a little too bored for a little too long, and he had been chasing Taako around their common area for the past seven minutes.

“Come on, Taako!” Magnus was cajoling as they ran circles around the couch and kitchen island. “I just need to test and see!”

“Go test on Merle,” Taako called back. “And leave me out of this!”

Magnus froze, his nose wrinkling. “Ew, no. He’s probably like, dirty talking his houseplants right now.”

Taako scowled. “Maybe you should go help him.”

Magnus pulled another face of disgust. “Well, if you’re gonna be like that–”

Magnus leapt over the couch and Taako let out a very embarrassing yelp, unable to escape once Magnus landed next to him and wrapped an arm around his middle. He scrabbled uselessly at Magnus’s forearm, trying fruitlessly to free himself.

He didn’t get any more chances as Magnus’s fingers dug into his sides. He didn’t even bother to hold back his laughter, figuring it would satisfy Magnus faster if he got what he wanted. So Taako burst into giggles as Magnus’s fingers searched his sides and crawled over his stomach, squirming as hard as he could to try and escape Magnus’s grip.

“You are ticklish!” Magnus said, as if it was some astonishing discovery.

“Okay, you win!” Taako said.

Magnus hummed. “Where else are you ticklish?” His fingers slowly started crawling up to Taako’s ribs.

Taako’s eyes bulged wide. “No, nonono! Let me go, I’m way too ticklish for that!”

Magnus laughed. “Well now I have to try.”

Taako’s laughter pitched up as Magnus attacked his lower ribs, only getting louder and more desperate as he spidered upward. When he hit the center of Taako’s ribcage, Taako shrieked, cackling madly as his legs gave out from under him. He slipped out of Magnus’s arms, flopping to the ground. Magnus didn’t follow, letting him catch his breath on the floor in a puddle of giggles.

“Huh,” Magnus said. “I guess you really are too ticklish.”

Taako groaned. “Shut up.”

And miraculously, Magnus did. For all of twenty seconds.

“Hey, do you think Carey is ticklish?”

Taako scoffed. “That’s your funeral.”

[chockfullofsecrets]

Critical Role: Don’t You Know?

(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: Clarabelle just giggles, revealing a little gap between her two front teeth. “What?” she asks. “Don’t you know? Caduceus never starts tickle fights, he knows he’s gonna lose!”

“Belle,” Caduceus says loudly, “maybe you should go check on the tea-”

Beau likes to think she has a good sense for potentially incriminating information, and right now it’s pinging off the fucking walls. “No, no, no, tell me more.”

Wordcount: 3.7k

A/N: fill for this anon prompt! and for a bunch of people who want to see poor Cad get absolutely wrecked, apparently XD 

spoilers for C2E92 and C2E96 - and a little side note that i may have forgotten the timing of certain Greater Restorations while planning this fic, so let's just pretend that the clerics had two more of them to cast that day 🤦

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Beau doesn’t like feeling jealous. It’s not a frequent feeling, around the Nein, since they’re all pretty much the same level of fucked up, but watching Caduceus and his siblings sit in amiable silence as they work through prepping whatever grows around here that passes for dinner is starting to get to her.

Maybe it’s just too soon, after going back home to Kamordah. She’s fine, or she will be - she loves her friends and they love her and her parents don’t and that’s fine, but -

She grits her teeth. All she has to do is sit here in this corner and wait for Caduceus’ mom to finish making tea in the other room, and then she can take it and run and leave this happy little family tableau to their own devices. She’s got a bottle of wine and access to a trickster cleric, it’s not going to be that hard to have a good evening.

She’s still mulling over what kind of pranks she can play in a petrified temple when the littlest Clay - who’s still a good head taller than her, because fucking firbolgs - finishes scraping the peel off the last unidentified vegetable in her stack and drops her knife with a bright little clank as she turns to her brother. There’s no way Caduceus hasn’t noticed that for every one she’s done herself she’s snuck another into his pile, but Beau’s not going to be the one to rat her out. “Okay, I’m done, lemme look at your hair! I bet I can fix it, I have all my dyeing stuff with me.”

Caduceus eyes his own pile and, very slowly, starts pushing it in his older sister’s direction. Beau chokes back a snort.

Said sister’s eyes narrow. “No!”

The little one pouts at both of them. “But Calliope, look at him, he needs help!”

Big sister - Calliope - takes advantage of the little circle the three of them are sitting in to shove both of their shoulders simultaneously. “No. If you two are taking a break, then so am I!”

Caduceus rumbles out a laugh, already starting to undo his braid. “Sure, but you’re explaining why we’re not done to Mom.”

It’s a low move. Beau approves entirely.

Calliope scoffs and tosses her paring knife in his direction handle-first, laughing herself when he yelps and dodges. “Oh, we’ll see who’s doing the explaining.”

She’s smiling, though, as she gets up and stretches. Beau takes one look at her insanely toned arms and has to swallow convulsively to get her saliva flowing again.

As she wanders off, Caduceus shakes the last of his hair loose and flops the whole pink mass over onto his face. “Don’t pull too hard, Clarabelle, it’s pretty fragile right now.”

“I’m not a baby, Caduceus,” Clarabelle snarks, and promptly climbs halfway into his lap to bury her hands in it and start bemoaning the state of his roots.

The quip slips out of Beau’s mouth reflexively. “You know he’s just luring you in so he can tickle you, right?”

It’s kind of their thing, her and Caduceus, whenever one of their group is standing anywhere in his vicinity and his hands are free. The reactions are great - the warning makes Jester bounce excitedly, Fjord and Caleb go all red and sputtery, Yasha look up in quiet anticipation - fuckin’ adorable, by the way - and Nott threaten to kill them all as she darts away.

And if she’s a little too invested in the way Caduceus huffs and throws her a quiet little smile before reeling his victim in, like they’ve got an inside joke that’s just for the two of them - well, that’s just an unexpected benefit of the chaos.

Today, though, two pink heads snap in her direction. Caduceus makes a panicked little sound, barely audible under all the floof, and isn’t that interesting.

Clarabelle just giggles, revealing a little gap between her two front teeth. “What?” she asks. “Don’t you know? Caduceus never starts tickle fights, he knows he’s gonna lose!”

“Belle,” Caduceus says loudly, “maybe you should go check on the tea-”

Beau likes to think she has a good sense for potentially incriminating information, and right now it’s pinging off the fucking walls. “No, no, no, tell me more.”

Clarabelle beams. “Calliope!” she yells. “C’mere, we have to tickle Caduceus!”

Caduceus’ ears shoot up in obvious alarm. He lunges forward and makes a decent attempt at smothering her through all the hair in his way, but Calliope’s already turning around.

Beau shivers - apparently the smug Caduceus look is genetic. “Did I hear that right, Belle? Caduceus has been going out and starting tickle fights?”

Caduceus lets go of his sister and gets halfway up before Clarabelle tackles him with a war cry. They’re wrestling on the ground, lanky limbs everywhere and absolutely terrible form, by the time Calliope lopes over.

She reaches in with one hand and hauls her seven-foot-tall brother up into a sitting position by the collar of his shirt - fuck, that’s hot. Beau firmly suppresses the urge to fidget as Calliope tugs one of Caduceus’ arms up over his head and yanks his sleeve down to his elbow. “Well, Caduceus? Got anything to say for yourself?”

Caduceus actually whines. It takes serious effort not to gape in shock. “I didn’t do anyth-ING-NO-”

His protests dissolve into near-silent squeaks as Calliope starts to tickle his - hands? Beau watches closely as she drags her fingertips up his forearm, fluttering them lightly in the crease of his elbow, and commits the technique to memory.

Caduceus’ helpless grin is wider than she’s ever seen it. He braces his feet on the floor and tries to twist free, elbows akimbo. “Calliope! Stohop it, I’m - heh - I’m not-”

She snorts. “Not a chance, we’ve got - how many years has it been again?”

“Two hundred!” Belle chirps, and dives in to worry at the backs of Caduceus’ ears with blunt fingernails. The trembling, stuttery sounds he’s making jump an octave as he frantically shakes his head from side to side.

“Ten,” he snickers. “Belle - heeeh, hehe - cut it out, I’m - mmm! - I’m serious, come ohohon-”

Clarabelle turns back to Beau. “See?”

Oh, Beau sees. She’s gonna get so much mileage out of this.

Caduceus looks over at her too, eyebrows furrowing, but Calliope’s already talking over the both of them. “Well, that’s a lot of years to catch up on, I’d better pull out the big guns.”

Caduceus’ eyes widen. Beau decides to help the panic along and mouths big guns? in his direction, slipping her notebook out and opening it to a fresh page.

Caduceus yelps and throws himself forward with alacrity she’s never seen from him, ripping his arm from Calliope’s grip and nearly scrambling past Clarabelle before his big sister takes a step forward and scoops him up under the arms. “Nice try,” she tells him. “Might have worked, if you weren’t so scrawny.”

She drops him on top of Clarabelle. “Hey!”

“Sorry, Belle, you gotta stay out of the way!”

“No, I’m helping!” she insists, and dutifully wrestles her way on top of Caduceus to start tickling his ears again.

Caduceus wheezes and curls into a ball, trying fruitlessly to shove her away. “Belle - Belle!-”

“Let’s see, let’s see…” Calliope muses, crouching down and plucking a booted foot from the pile of limbs. “Legs?”

She grabs Caduceus’ calf and squeezes it like a piece of dead meat. He squeals. “Yep, still ticklish.”

Caduceus kicks her in the knee with his other leg and she staggers back for a moment before surging forward to grab at his hips. “Ow! Oh, now you’re in for it.”

He can’t do anything but flail as she wrestles him onto his back and urges Clarabelle to sit on his belly to keep him pinned. “Nonono! M’sorry - eheheeeeh, Belle, stoppit! - I’m sohohorry! Don’t!”

There’s a pause. Beau leans forward, half excited and half trying to sense genuine distress. She’s never heard Caduceus plead like this - not her fault, the fucker has apparently been hiding his ticklish spots for months, but it’s not like she wouldn’t be willing to jump in and save him.

And maybe she wants to see what Calliope’s arms can do up close. Maybe.

Calliope adjusts her grip on him and smirks. “Heh. No, I think I’m gonna. Belle, you got him?”

“Yep!” she says cheerfully, bare feet planted on each side of his ribcage. Caduceus has managed to press one big palm over her face, keeping her at arm’s length and away from his ears, but she just wriggles her bare toes under him and into the backs of his ribs. “Tickle, tickle, Caduceus!”

Caduceus guffaws and squirms like his life depends on it, but there’s nowhere to go. “Noooo - hahaaaheeh - stop, stop, not my ribs-”

He keeps begging as Calliope levers a hand under his back and starts rooting around for something with a focused expression. She finds it, too - Caduceus screams and arches his back nearly in half as he abandons Clarabelle and grabs desperately for her hands instead. “Pleeeheease! HHAHAH - nonnono - eheaahaaa!”

Beau can’t even see what she’s tickling, but there’s enough potential here to topple a regime. “Fuck,” she whispers. Does this make her the most powerful tickler in the Nein now? Is this what ascending feels like?

She’s surprised that the rest of the Nein haven’t come running yet, with all the noise he’s making. But then again, she and Cad and Caleb are the best at paying attention to their surroundings and Caleb definitely isn’t in a hurry to run towards hysterical laughter.

She doesn’t mean to make any sound herself, but amidst all his struggling Cad’s ears twitch in her direction. “Beau,” he pleads. Shrieks again. “Help mmm-ahahahAA-”

“Hm, who’s that?” Calliope stops tickling, judging from Caduceus’ wheezed relief, and turns to look in her direction. Beau swears that her hair flutter in a nonexistent breeze. “Right, you, the non-important one.”

Beau nearly bites her tongue in despair - why does she have to be such a disaster around every hot woman she meets? “Yep, that’s me.”

Calliope looks at her for a moment, considering. “You look like a fighter. What are you doing all the way over there - you’re not scared of him, are you?”

It’s never been less tempting to confess the time she accidentally hit Cad in the face with some of her weeks-old pocket bacon and he tickled her until she cried. She clears her throat. “Uh, no. No. It looks like you’re doing a pretty good job already, I mean, he’s really-”

Calliope yanks her arm free and uses it to beckon her over. “Eh, come here - Belle, watch it, I’m going to flip him.”

Caduceus squawks in renewed panic as one of his sisters tumbles off him and the other wraps her arms around him and twists him facedown like a wrestling move from the back-alley brawls Beau used to sneak into as a teenager - and, once again, hot.

She swallows again and strolls over as casually as she can while Calliope pins him across the shoulders with her forearm. “Riiight - here.”

She doesn’t even touch, just points to the backs of Caduceus’ thighs, but he obviously knows where she’s leading. “Beau, no,” he yelps.

He tries to pull his legs up beneath him. Beau automatically grabs him just under the knees and drags him out flat. “Hey, hey, where do you think you’re going?”

Calliope raises an approving eyebrow. Beau tries not to blush. “It’s his worst spot - he’s ticklish there if you so much as look at him wrong.”

“We chased him up a tree once,” Clarabelle pipes up. She’s tap-tap-tapping blunt fingernails across Caduceus’ back, sending him shivering. “He stayed up there all night until Dad went to get him.”

“Beau, don’t,” Cad rasps. She’s heard him sound perkier seconds after coming back from the dead. He’s laughing still, quietly, and it sounds somewhere between the lava of the volcano forge they stayed in once and Frumpkin’s rusty purrs.

“Not so fun when you’re the one doing the begging, huh,” Beau tells him. She flicks him, once, in the back of the leg and looks incredulously at his siblings. “So you’re telling me his absolute worst spot… is his fucking butt?”

Calliope shrugs. “He’s so weird, isn’t he?”

All three of them laugh at that, even Caduceus, so Beau figures it’s all right. “Yeah, we’ve noticed. We’re all weird though, it’s kind of our thing.”

“Sure,” Calliope says. “He’s weird and ticklish, though, so if I wanna pin him down and get all his worst spots then he’s just gonna have to deal with it-”

Caduceus peels his face off the ground and gasps out a few strangled syllables that reverberate in the warm air.

Both of his sisters shriek as their eyes fill with black ichor. “Caduceus!” Calliope yells, letting go of him and grabbing for her face with one hand and her holy symbol with the other. “What did you do?”

Caduceus props himself up on his elbows, panting. “Oh, it’s just something I picked up,” he tells her smugly. “Don’t worry, it’ll wear off.”

“After how long,” Calliope growls.

Clarabelle giggles, still draped over Caduceus’ back. “Oh, this feels weird!”

He laughs and starts to crawl out from under them, but Beau’s not done with him yet. Mercifully un-blinded, she snags him around the knees again. “Wow, usually you’re the one telling us not to be mean to people.”

Caduceus rolls onto his side and looks sharply back at her, sighing in relief when she holds her hands up in surrender. “Well, I know these people.” He shoves gently at Clarabelle, wriggles a finger into her side when she doesn’t move. She squeaks. “They deserve it.”

He grins down at her, unrepentant and bratty, and Beau can’t help but grin back.

“So are your thighs really that bad?” she asks. “Or-” she jerks her chin over at Calliope, who’s started praying. “-did you just decide to be a jerk all of a sudden? Also, how the fuck did we not know how ticklish you are? You wreck us all the time!”

Caduceus shrugs. “S’easy to get in your heads,” he says. Beau bristles a little at that, but he’s not wrong - Caduceus has this way of looking at them like he’s going to take them apart one way or another, and the tickling is probably the safer route. Doesn’t hurt that they can always trust him to set them right after, either.

“And they’ll get me eventually, might as well have some fun with it.” He fixes Beau with a stern look. “Now you, on the other hand-”

She interrupts him. “Hey Cad, how long’s that spell supposed to last?”

He blinks. “A minute, why?”

Beau points wordlessly over his shoulder at a clear-eyed Calliope. “Uh.”

Caduceus twists around. “Oh, dear.”

That’s all he has time for before Calliope grabs his shoulders and twists him facefirst back into the ground. “You know,” she tells him, “I was going to go easy on you. Was. You’re lucky I’m not calling Colton in here.”

“That’s ‘cause Colton’s a jerk,” Caduceus says, muffled and remarkably calm.

“So are you, apparently,” Calliope retorts. She forms a vibrating claw with one hand and digs it into his spine, and Caduceus shrieks. “You can’t just blind people!”

“I’m telling Mom and Dad!” Clarabelle agrees, wiping one last black tear from her eye and lunging back in to knead mercilessly at the backs of Caduceus’ ribs.

Caduceus shrieks again, kicking helplessly, and tumbles straight back into hysterical laughter. “Come - hahaAAA - come on!”

Beau’s fairly sure that he’s going to hurt himself if she jumps in, but Calliope looks breathlessly over at her and grins with a bloodthirsty look that Beau recognizes all too well. She usually saves it for enemies, though, or Caleb if he’s being particularly insufferable. “Is that what he does to you guys too? Go on, get some revenge!”

And well, put like that…

It takes a bit of effort to pin one of Caduceus’ flailing legs, especially when he catches wind of what she’s doing and starts kicking even more frantically. “Hold fucking still,” she yells.

Caduceus is losing it, less put together than she’s ever heard him. “I cahahan’t!”

Beau jams the ball of her thumb into the nerve cluster just above his knee until his leg goes dead. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“What was that?” Clarabelle says, sounding delighted. “Can I learn how to do that, Callie?”

Beau ignores her, focusing in on her prey. “Let’s see, how many apologies am I looking for?” She’s pretty sure she deserves every single time that Caduceus has tickled her to pieces, but the opportunity to tease Caduceus the way he does with them is too good to pass up. “I’ve lost count at this point, guess we’ll just start the ball rolling and see what happens.”

She squeezes mercilessly at the back of his thigh, making sure he can feel it through his homespun trousers, and he laughs a bit louder and squirms as best as he can, but it’s not enough-

“Huh,” she says, trying to channel Caduceus, and watches his sisters dig into his back for a moment. Something something destiny, calm, balance-

Oh. She grins and spiders her fingers ever so lightly over the vulnerable spot, and Caduceus howls.

Beau settles in, satisfied, and keeps spidering until he’s thrashing and laughing too hard to get more than a couple broken words out. He’s not anywhere near out of breath, not yet, so she figures they’ve got at least a couple more minutes of squeaking, ticklish Caduceus and she’s going to enjoy every single one of them.

“Oh, dear,” someone says, unexpectedly close. Beau whips around to see Caduceus’ mom, holding a whole tray of mismatched teacups and looking like she’s desperately trying not to laugh.

Caduceus’ ears twitch. “MOM,” he wails. “SAVE ME, I’M GONNA DIE.”

She does laugh then, a little misty-eyed, and juggles the tray so she can prop a hand on her hip. “Calliope, Clarabelle, be nice to your brother,” she chides. “He came a long way to find us.”

“But he blinded us!” Clarabelle tattles, painfully earnest even as she grins from ear to ear. “He hasn’t even said sorry yet!”

“Clarabelle Clay.”

Beau’s spine locks up in instant parental-dissatisfaction panic, but Clarabelle just laughs and echoes back “Mo-oom,” before moving her hands and sprawling forward onto her brother. Calliope stops too, with one last dig into his back that inspires a final agonized wiggle, and sits back on her hands triumphantly as Caduceus wheezes and scrambles up to safety.

Beau rocks to her feet, sticking her hands in her pockets, and takes in the full glory of a seven-foot-tall firbolg doing his level best to hide behind his mother. Clarabelle and Calliope get up too and grab their tea, the former sticking her tongue out as Caduceus peeks at her with narrowed eyes.

“If you two are done,” Caduceus’ mom says firmly, “it looks like there are still vegetables that need attending to.”

“Oh, yeah,” Calliope says, and fixes Clarabelle with a look.

“Yeah!” Clarabelle echoes, looking innocently back.

She yelps as Calliope drags her away. Beau shuffles her feet for a moment as Caduceus’ mom turns to her. “Uh - if some of those are for us, I can take them - I know you guys probably want your time alone-”

Caduceus ducks a little further down, and his mom laughs again. “Oh, dear, you can stay as long as you like, but these will be better hot.”

“Got it.” Beau smirks up at Caduceus. “I have to go talk to Jester, anyway.”

She grabs the tray and speed-walks back across the room, barely hearing Caduceus’ hurried “I’ll go help her” before his heavier footsteps echo behind. If it were Fjord or Caleb she’d channel her ki to beat him handily back to the others, but, well - he doesn’t deserve it, really.

He’s walking fast, anyway - once she slows down, it’s only a couple seconds before she can feel his warm presence at her side.

He holds a hand out for the tray. “Don’t tell them.”

Beau looks at him then, still smug, and grimaces. “Oh, Duceus, you’ve got something on your face.”

He makes a face and wipes at his running nose with his sleeve, still trying to catch his breath. “Don’t tell them,” he says again. “I mean, they’ll find out eventually, and none of you are as mean as Calliope so it’ll be okay, but - please.”

She pretends to think it over. “I don’t know, I think your sister’s kind of great.”

Caduceus sighs heavily. “I’m not surprised.”

“I won’t tell them.” She does reach over to nudge at his spine though, expertly balancing the tray, and laughs as he squirms away from her. “You have to… make tea for me every night though. For a week.”

Caduceus blinked. “I already do that, you asked me to.”

“Which is exactly why I’m not gonna rat you out, Caduceus. You’re just a little bit less of an asshole than the rest of us.”

Caduceus looks - surprisingly pleased, at that. Beau tells herself it’s more about the prospect of not having Jester try to jump him every morning than her approval. “I appreciate it.”

Beau hands the tray over and crosses her arms, looking up at him. “You don’t really mind though, do you? Seems weird that you’d keep getting all of us, if you did.”

He shrugs. “I don’t, it’s just- it’s different around family. They already know everything about me.”

That jealousy sneaks out onto her tongue, quick and bitter, before she realizes it. “Well, I wouldn’t know.”

Beau looks away then, speeding up to get ahead of him. She manages to take a single step before something tickles at the back of her armpit and she nearly drops all of her stuff.

She curses and whirls around. “Caduceus!”

He looks evenly back at her. “Yeah, you would.”

It takes a second to connect the conversational thread, but she can’t help but smile once she does. “Thanks, Caduceus.”

He smiles back. “You’re welcome.”

“Deal’s off though,” she quips, and before he can react she’s sprinting down the hallway as fast as she can.

She’s not going to tell on him, but for tickling her? He’s gonna have to chase her down if he wants to make sure.

[wrenqueenisboss]

alr yeah ill say it your boyfriend? better be a hella good guy to deserve you. straight men are inconsistent and either untrustworthy or have trust issues so bad they cannot let go of mistakes aaa sorry rant bad week love u

(this was in response to the "anonymously say anything in my inbox" thingy)

Alex is honestly the sweetest person I've ever met. We were best friends for three years before we even ended up dating and there was a lot of oblivious pining before then too.

he has literally never hurt me in any way and is someone I genuinely enjoy spending time with. He's always there for me; as a bf and as a partner.

we both understand space and boundaries while also understanding that just because you want alone time doesn't mean you don't enjoy spending time with the other. it's a very healthy relationship where both people are happy.

nonono it's totally okay! your concern really means a lot /gen

I hope the next weeks are so much better

love you too <3/p