#Ler!Sally

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~ 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝! ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟾-𝟿: 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟾𝟿𝟹

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 💛

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 🩷

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝙸*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗���/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚖𝚖𝚖𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚁𝙰𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝚂𝙼 𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Math.

Charlie Brown always hated Math.

Well…that was an understatement.

To be frank, it was in fact a very large understatement. 

Charlie Brown despised Math; he absolutely loathed it.

The darn subject’s homework took him about an hour to do every night. 

Not fifteen minutes.

Not thirty.

A whole. freaking. hour.

It was already 12:30 and the honey brown eyed preteen was still up doing homework at his desk…

…Next year he should protest for Math to be cut off from every single school system.

No one would miss it, really! 

Well…no one would miss it besides Linus.

Charlie harshly erased the entire first half of the page, crumbling up the paper in frustration and throwing it to the pile of discombobulated loose leaf papers he used waaaaaaaay earlier in the night.

The yellow cladded preteen groaned loudly, massaging his head as he glared down at the new piece of paper in front of him.

If only he could throw away his problems as simply as he could crumble up paper… 

“Big brother…what are you doing up so late?” A small familar blonde girl said in Charlie Brown’s bedroom doorway. 

“AUGH!! Sally…God, don’t scare me like that…” Charlie said as he clutched his chest where his heart was, hopping down from his bed as he put his notebooks on his dresser. “What are you doing up…? Your bedtime is 8:30, remember?” 

“I asked you first!” Sally said loudly. 

“And I asked you second; two is more than one.” The honey brown eyed preteen snickered as he crossed his arms smugly. 

“That’s not how that works!” The younger screeched. 

“Is to.” The elder huffed. 

“Is not!”

“Is to.”

“Is not!”

“Is to.”

“Is not!”

Charlie rolled his eyes at the back and forth nonsense, biting back a smile as he decided to mess with his little sister a bit, “…Is not.”

“Is to…!” The blue eyed preteen screeched before realizing what she just said, “…Wait…what?! H-How did you—”

“Glad you agree.” The older hummed in triumph, getting flashcards from inside of his backpack and starting to study them, “Go to sleep, Sally. You have school in the morning.”

“So do you!!!” The other screeched.

“I’m aware of that…” Charlie Brown said, “But unlike you, Sal, I don’t just stay up to stay up— I’m studying! So in retrospect, I need to stay awake to know I’m 101% ready for this Math quiz tomorrow!”

“…I thought it was a test?”

“So in retrospect, I need to stay awake to know I’m 101% ready for this Math test!” The boy corrected, putting his flashcards down and putting his hand on his little sister’s shoulder comfortingly, “I’ll be fine,Sally…but I won’t be fine supporting the action of you forcing yourself to stay awake because I’mstaying awake…”

The girl in pink pajamas crossed her arms in frustration, “But you pulled an all-nighter the night before! And the night before that! And the night before that! And the night before that! And the night before—“

“Okay, okay! I get it!” The older preteen said as he cut his sister off, “I’ll go to bed aaaaat…11.” 

“Big brother…” The younger blonde grumbled warningly. 

“10:50?” Charlie asked, trying to negotiate. 

Sally just glared.

“10:30?” 

Sally raised a single brow, her frown still evident. 

“…10:15 but that’s my final offer.” The elder sighed as the baby blue eyed girl sat on his bed. She pat the spot right next to her, lying down as she stared at the ceiling, “But what if you just went to sleep now?“

“I dunno…” The elder said as he scratched the back of his head nervously, “I really need to study, Sal…” 

And he has! Charlie Brown had been studying all week!

All day...

…And all morning…

…And all evening…

…And all night….

What if there was some material he missed?

Or what if he forgot to study a page or two?!

…Isn’t it crazy how one assignment causes a kid so much stress and at the end of all of it he just gets a piece of paper like it’ll make up for it…

'Diploma' this and 'diploma' that. At this point just give him the 1756 looking ass scroll already!!! 

“Pleeeeeeeaase???” Sally said, sticking out her lip as she wobbled it slightly. Charlie Brown face-palmed, looking away as he grumbled to himself. 

He didn’t want to go to bed…he really really didn’t…

The hazel brown eyed preteen has only been studying all week! 

…Which, now that he thought about it…that is a lot of time looking over notes, making flashcards and reviewing homework’s…

“I’m gonna worry all night thinking about you, big brother!” The younger whined as she sneakingly switched her tactics into making the other go to sleep, “Do you really want me staying up all nightworrying??? I’ll get grey/gray hairs before I turn ten—”

“Okay, okay!!” Charlie Brown said as he cut her off, “I’ll go to bed...yeesh.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed, “You mean you’ll go to sleep?”

The elder sighed loudly, “Yes, Ally…I’ll go to sleep.”

Sally’s eyes softened at the nickname, a small smile spreading to her face but her expression still remaining firm, “Promise?”

He nodded, “I promise.”

“…Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.” 

“Pinky promise with whipped cream and sprinkles with a cherry on top?” 

The older preteen blinked in confusion but just shook his head fondly, chuckling lightly, “I pinky promise with whipped cream and sprinkles with a cherry on top.” 

The younger blonde raised a brow, “I don’t trust you…I should keep an eye on you to make sure you fall asleep.” She said as she went underneath the other’s covers, getting comfortable. 

Charlie Brown laughed, going in his bed and going underneath the covers as he snuggled into the pillow, “Whatever you say, Al-Al.” 

A comfortable silence loomed over the two as Sally went and turned off the lights, the only light luminating around the room being a night light. 

The baby blue eyed girl swiftly got closer to her elder brother, lying down next to him as he wrapped her in a hug as she buried her face in his chest. 

“You’re warm…” The girl in pink pajamas mumbled. 

“Thank you..?” The honey brown eyed kid said, letting out a quiet squeak as his sibling nuzzled her face in the side of his neck. “S-Sahahally!” 

“Hm?” The other hummed absentmindedly.  

“Gehehet o-ohout!!” 

“But your waaaaarm…!” She whined as she nuzzled harder.

“AHAH— snrt! W-Wait! Sally n-noho wahahait!!” Charlie giggled as he turned around, curling in on himself as his little sister tickled his sides. “Sahall Sahahall!! PlahaHEASE! I-I thohought hic yohou wanted hic meehee tahahoo hic gohoh to SLEEHEEP!” 

“I do! Go to sleep.” 

“Ihihi’m TRYIHING!” The boy giggled, flapping his hands against the other’s arms. “S-Stahap ihiHAT! Gohoh awahay!” 

“Stop~? Stop whaaaat~?” The girl giggled, her soft smile becoming mostly snarky now. 

“Yohour’e— hic! Yohohou’re— squeal! Nahaha stAHAP!!” Charlie squeaked.

“But why~?” The younger blonde teased as she kneaded her older brother’s hips, “Is it 'cuz you’re tickle tickle ticklish~?”

“NOHOH!!” The taller preteen denied loudly as a small blush slowly spread across his cheekbones, “SahaHALLY cohome OHAN whyhyhy?!?” 

The shorter one just shrugged, “'Cuz I wanna!”

“Thehen dohohon’t!” The boy in yellow and black said as he sat up, grabbing his sister’s wrists as they made eye contact, “Ihihit ihis tehen o’clohock, Sahal…”

“So?” 

“Wehee hic hahave schooHOOL ihin the snrt mohohorning!!”

“Well, then you should’ve listened to me in the first plaaaaace~!” The younger sing-songed as she dug her fingers into Charlie’s underarms. “ShiHIT! SHIHIHAT!! Noho— hic nahahat THEHERE!” He cried, kicking his legs on the mattress. “GEHET ahaHOUT!! I-I cahahan’t!”

The younger blonde just giggled in amusement, trying her absolute best to keep herself composed and not lightly poke fun at the other’s helpless hysterics, “You caaaaan’t~? Can’t whaaaaaat~?”

“M-Myhy GAHASH SAHAHALLY gehet ohoFF!” The elder cried.

“And why should I?” The light blue eyed preteen questioned, getting her hands out from her big brother’s underarm’s and pinning his arms up with one hand, letting the other teasingly wiggle over his stomach. 

Charlie’s eyes widened, nervous yet giddy cackles pouring out of his mouth, “WAHAHAIT!! SAHAL hic NAHA— snrt!! SIHIHIS PLAHAHEASE NAHAT THEHEHERE!!” 

“But why~?” The girl asked again.

“YOHOU snrt KNOHOW WHYHYHY!!”

“I don’t think I do~!” Sally hummed, tickling the other’s stomach mercilessly with one hand, “Care to explain, big bro~?”  

The yellow cladded boy’s eyes shot out of his sockets, his laugh duplicating in volume as his sister almost (almost) retracted from the sudden shriek, “D'aww…that tickle, Char-Bar?”

“WIHIHILL YOHOHOU SNRT SHUHUHUSH?!” The elder said as he flailed his arms around. “Nah, I’m good.” The shorter preteen smiled as she blew raspberries on the taller’s tummy.

The honey brown eyed kid threw his head back, happy tears starting to run down his face as he kicked his legs in the air desperately, “PLAHAHAHEASE!!!”

The older preteen layed limp on the bed as his hands flailed in the air, not being able to do anything else but just laugh his head off, “SAHAHALLY IHI— SNRT!! I-IHIHAH!!! IHI’M SNRT SNRT GEHEHETTING YOHOU SNRT BAHACK FOHOHOR HIC THIHIS!!” 

“Oh will you now~?” The younger said as she unpredictably switched from raspberries to nibbles in a matter of seconds. 

“GOOHOOD HIC GREHEHEIF!! SNRT AHAHAHALLY!!!”

The shorter preteen nibbled the other’s sides, using her free hand to tickle at the other’s ribs, “That’s my name~! Don’t wear it out~!”

“IHIHAT’S SAHAHA SNRT SOHO— SQUEAL!!”

“So whaaaaaat~?”

“SAHAHALLY!!!” The elder hiccuped, lightly hitting her arms. 

The younger blonde’s grin turned to a small genuine smile as her usually sad and closed off sibling turned to a giggly loud giggler(e) in a matter on seconds. 

Good ol Charlie Brown…

“AHAH— HIC!! IHI GAHAHIVE!! IHI HIC GIHIVE!!!” Charlie shouted, “NOHAH!!! NOHOHO SNRT SNRT MOHOHORE!!!” 

Sally just shrugged, going back to nibbling her older brother’s tummy as she lightly traced around his navel…

…Talk about ruthless.

“OKAY OKAY OKAHAHAY!!! ALRIGHT SNRT MHYHY GOHOD! J-JUHUHUST STHAHAP!!!” The elder sibling cried, “IHIHI’LL DO AHAHANYTHIHIHING!!”

“Aaaaaannyyyyythiiiiing~?”

“YEHEHES!! YES SNRT SNRT YEHES SNRT YEHES SNRT ANYTHING!!!” 

“Go to bed.” Sally said simply. 

“THAHAHAT’S WHAHAT I WAHAHAAS TRYING TO DO IHIN THEHEE FIRST PLACE!!!” The honey brown eyed preteen howled.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” The baby blue eyed girl sweetly mused, stopping her vicious and un-called for attack as she layed back down next to her sibling, “Communication is key when it comes to a relationship, Char-Char.”

“Dihihid Luhucy snrt give snrt yohohou thahat snrt advice?” Charlie Brown asked curiously. 

“Nah— you did. You can be pretty wise when you want to.” The girl exclaimed as she yawned, stretching slightly, “Well…sometimes…kinda…like 20% of the time.”

“Yeesh…what a way to build a guy up and then bring him down.” The older huffed, crossing his arms as he hugged his sister once again. Sally melted into the touch, resting her head on her big brother’s chest as she listened to his heartbeat, “Oh puh-lease. Y’know I love you.” She giggled. 

“Love you too, Sal…goodnight.” The taller mumbled sleepily.

“Goodnight!”

.   .   .

“Charlie are there infinite words?” The pink pajama girl randomly questioned, disturbing her brother’s peace and quiet (also called 'a good night’s sleep). 

“No, Ally…but there are infinite numbers!” The boy explained. 

“Well, if there is a word for every number, then there must be infinite words.” 

Oh good grief…

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[rachi-roo]

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Black Clover: In the name of science!

Summary: Sally decides to get her hands on Asta, requesting some help with her experiments~

Heh heh heh, oh I'm so meeean~ 😈

Tw: Rough tiggles, restraints, over stimulation

Requested Tags: 😚 @duckymcdoorknob @nataliewritez

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"Saaally? You here?" Asta called as he entered the lab that Sally had been granted by the clover kingdom when she agreed to work with them, developing magic tools.

The magicless wizard had been asked to visit and help Sally out with a few experiments. The lab was a large hall filled with piles of books and shelves stacked with various odd looking substances.

"Oh! Comiiiiing~ Hehe-!" Sally's voice cooed out from behind a messy looking display wall, diagrams, and drawings of human anatomy pinned to the surface.

Hearing her response, Asta smiled as he waited for her patiently. He jumped when he suddenly appeared behind him, grabbing his waist and applying pressure to the area, making him yelp and flinch away.

"Ah-hey!"

"We've got so much to get done! Let's see. Okay. Mhm. Yep, yep, yep. Nice and plump. You're perfect for this!" The scientist thought out loud as she circled Asta, lifting his arm and tracing the length of it, before doing the same to his legs, poking and feeling around his knees and chest. He didn't protest, no, he just let her do what she needed to do. It was part of their deal, after all. She helped them, so he helped her.

"Soho, w-what kind o-OHOf experiments ahare you pff- hah, up to today? Ehe!" He flinched and huffed as she poked and prodded him before stepping back to take notes in her handbook.

"Oh, you know. Important stuff." She waved off the question as she turned away, scribbling in her book again with a giggle. Asta raised a brow, taking a step forward to follow her, only to have his ankle suddenly snatched up by a familiar, viscous tendril.

"Huh-?"

He was tossed into the air before being grabbed by more tendrils, holding him down on the warm, slimy surface of Sally's magic Gel. Keeping him in an upright position, leaning backwards slightly for his comfort.

"WOOAH! H-Hey, hey, hey! What's-"

"Hmm... Oh! Of course, nearly forgot. You're not against being tickled, right?"

Astas eyes widened with excitement. No. He wasn't against it at all. Actually, he found it very enjoyable. He and the other black Bulls would often get into tickle fights, wrestling and tussling for victory. But why did Sally want to tickle him?

Doesn't matter. He thought as a smile grew across his face. A deal is a deal. How bad can some tickling be? He's helping after all.

"Go right ahead! I can take it!" He looked determined, a bright, toothy, grin plastered across his cheeks. Sally looked more than pleased to hear this.

"Wonderful!" She picked up a small sand timer with her slender fingers, holding it up to the light before flipping it over, letting the purple hazy sand inside start to fall.

"Then let's begin~"

Before Asta could brace himself, several tendrils snaked closer, poking and wriggling into his sides.

"Pff-! GyahaHA!" The reaction was instant. Asta was deathly ticklish. He wriggled and squirmed against the gooey restraints that held him still.

"Oho God! Ahahaa! EheeEHAHA!" Sally was wasting no time. Another attack began on the wizards knees, the goo forming into little hands, pinching that nerve filled spot just above the knee.

Asta kicked out suddenly with a snort, the goo quickly grabbing onto his ankles again, yanking him into place as they worked on the area.

"BWAHAHA! No! Nohoho!"

"Oooho? No? What do you mean?" Sally grinned, stepping closer to examine his mirthfull expression.

"Why do you say no? Didn't you say you could take it?"

"I-I cahan! I-It juhAhHAA! Ahaa!"

"It what, Asta?" Sally sang, tilting her head to see Astas flushed red cheeks, smiling at how his eyes were squeezed shut, leaving laughter creases across his scrunched nose. She reached a hand, softly pressing on his hip with her thumb.

"IT TIHICKLES! OHOMygodnoooOHO!" He yelled out through his giggling, shaking his head as his ears also came under attack, smaller, string like tendrils fluttering and flickering just inside and behind his little listeners.

Sally giggled at his reaction as she jotted down more in her book before tossing it aside.

"It tickles. Well, haha, duuuh~ That's the whole point, ya silly!" As she spoke, she started casually slipping Astas boots off, letting them drop to the floor with a thud.

"Wait- Wahait not there! Sally! AH! Sahahally!" The silver haired boy was caught completely by surprise as his soles were attacked, not by the Gel magic, but by two sets of smooth, rounded fingernails. His little feet kicking and wriggling to try escape.

"Gotta stimulate every part of your body, for accurate results~" Sally said, in a matter of fact tone. Asta just nodded in response, this was already so overwhelming for the little guy.

"Dahahamn ihit! NyAhAHAAA! OHO! Oho NO!" He was staying strong. That's his magic, after all! Never giving up!... For now.

"Gichi, gichi gooo~"

"UWAHA! D-Dohon't sAHA! Don't say that! NO!"

"Oh? And why not? Does it make your tummy flutter?" The tracing nails found their way up to Astas belly, dragging and skittering over the thin shirt he wore.

"Does it make everything tickle more? Gichi, gichi goooo~"

Holy shit. It did!

"Dahamn it! AHAA! H-How?! How are you doIIING THAHAT!?"

Sally just smiled, walking her fingers further up Astas belly, snaking around to his ribs and starting to massage her thumbs into the bone. Her dexterous fingers tickled SO much more than the sensation her Gel magic caused.

"NONONO! Nyaaaha!-... *gasp* AHA!" Astas body flailed helplessly as the tickling grew more and more intense. His ribs are toyed with by Sally's fingers and nails whilst his knees, sides, and tummy are under attack from the Gel. This was nothing like the fights he had had with the Black Bulls. Not even Yami was ever this intense!

"Oho! This is wonderful! I wonder how long you can withstand the sensation! You're already sweating, and your pupils are dilated! I can hear that you're running out of breath sometimes, too, hmm... We'll have to keep pushing! I need answers!" Sally had that crazed look about her. She was enjoying Astas suffering way too much.

Asta was determined though, he wasn't giving up!

"I can do thihis all d-!" A look of horror shot across his face as he felt her nails creep up to his underarms. His whole world was flipped upside-down.

"GYAHAHAAAA-!... *gasp* Aha! NOOOHO! No! Ahaha!" The feeling of Sally's nails scritching at his armpits sent him into a frenzy. Flailing and cackling with his whole chest.

"Oooh, you like this spot, huh? Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle~!" Sally sang, relishing Astas intense reactions to such a small gesture.

This was crazy! Astas eyes fogged up with tears of mirth as his body was bombarded with tickles. The Gel tendrils snaked up into his shirt and up the cuffs of his trouser legs, tickling his skin directly.

"SAHAHALLY! *hic* PleheEHASE! AAAHAAaahaA-!... *gasp* AHAa! Not therehereee...! *gasp* GYAAAHAAAHA!"

"Hmm, this won't do." Sally sighed, seeing that her sand timer had already ran out.

"Uuugh, I need more time! Oh!" She grinned, pausing her ticklish assault for a brief moment, simply flipping the timer again, giving Asta a precious moment of relief.

"Problem solved!"

"Sally... Haha... Please just, just gimme-"

"Now then~" She smirked up at him, immediately beginning to rake her nails up and down his soles again.

"NAHAHAAAAA-!"

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Several sand timer rotations later, Atsa was spent. His hair was a fuzzy mess, and his headband slipped, covering one of his eyes as he flailed and screamed with laughter.

"Oh wow! Your all sweaty! And- Oh look at that colour!" Sally grinned, cupping his cheeks, squishing them slightly as her torment finally came to an end.

"Woooowza, such a pretty pink! Do you feel dizzy? Sick? Or do you feel amazing! Are you gonna pee? Is anything numb? Do I need to cut open-"

"Nooo, no, no, that won't be necessary." Asta chuckled, gulping in a fresh breath of air before sighing, letting his head droop.

"I'm just tired now. And I feel tingly all over." He explained with a smile as Sally set him om the floor, he'd Gel magic shifting away and melting into nothing.

"Oooooh, tingly~ Good word! You're such a good test subject." She smiled, handing him a candy after he finished straightening out his clothes and putting his boots on.

"Happy to help!" He chimed.

"Anything that might help protect the people of Clover." He said proudly, head held high even after such an exhausting ordeal.

"So, what was all this working towards anyway?"

Sally paused, tilting her head and tapping her chin.

"You know.... I forgot~!"

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Thank you for readiiiiing! 🥰🩷 Hope you had fun! Love youuu!

[sillymultifandomgirly]

Okay but just... Hear me out-

Ler!Sally 👁️👁️

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕

Lee: Sal Ler: Larry And brief Gizmo

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: sᴀʟ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ᴜɴᴘᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀᴛ ʜɪs ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴀʀʀʏ, ᴛᴏᴅᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇɪʟ.

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FUCK! It was a long day.. The loads and piles of getting boxes to pack was exhausting, to say the least. Immediately unpacking it all just might have been the worst part of it.. Not to mention the boxes afterwards going to waste in a storage unit. There was a lot of organizing and putting everything together. A lot of cleaning, talking, exchanging, agreeing and disagreeing, the PAPERWORK! You can tell by now how much all that is to just move into an apartment.. JUST AN APARTMENT! imagine what it's like moving into a HOUSE..

Anywho,

Sal was tired as hell. I mean who wouldn't, given the circumstances? But now that Sal is completely finished, he can finally relax- wait.. Is he forgetting something?

"It feels.. Empty. Too empty." Sal had whispered out loud to himself. Of course things would feel empty and Lonesome, it's a new place- new environment! What is there to feel crowded and warm inside when you're all alone in the apartment-

"GIZMO!" Sal randomly shouted.. Wow, Thanks for interrupting. The boy was right however, cause Gizmo was no where to be seen. All the moving and stuff had Sal so physically and mentally tired that the thought of his own cat swept his mind.

So,

For any logical young man to do in these drastic circumstances is to go retrieve their pet.

And retrieve he did!

Not even 5 minutes later, Sal had brought his cat home just in time to see Larry and Neil sitting in the living room area.

"Oh, hey Sally face!" Larry said enthusiastically. He had gotten up from his place to greet Sal and Gizmo by resting his arm on Sal's shoulder, and using the other hand to gently pet the unbothered feline.

"Do you really have to rest your arm on me everytime you see me?" Sal asked while moving his shoulder to try and get the taller's arm off. (It didn't work by the way.)

"As your brother, I am obligated to annoy the absolute shit out of you,, C'mere Sally!" Larry then wrapped his arm around Sal's neck without any actual force, causing the shorter to stumble on his feet, and started to give him a noogie.

"Wait- ssh-Ow!! Laharry?! Quit ihit, that huhurts!" Sal yelped in surprise, still holding Gizmo with pride. The blue headed guitarist tried to get out of his brother's hold, but it was to no avail.

"C'mon Sally~ if you don't want a noogie, then I'll give you my special Larry~ Annoyance!" the older stopped his noogie attack to dart his hands to Sal's sides.

"AAH! Lahaharry! W-wahahait!" Sal, a nervous wreck, panicked with how he's going to hold onto Gizmo without dropping him and feeling bad for the rest of that evening. Although the tabby was unbothered by all the moving, Gizmo couldn't help but to look up at Sal with a confused expression on his fur.

"Awe, look at Gizmo! He's curious about you, Sal." Neil chipped in on the commotion, looking fondly at Gizmo who tried to sniff out the sounds that were coming from Sal. The curious feline got close enough to the boy's neck, and continued to sniff out the sounds.

Unfortunately for Sal, the feeling alone, as well as the whiskers, had made the tingly sensation worse through out his body. He had become weak to the knees, but still had enough strength to keep himself up so he doesn't end up falling and possibly hurting his cat.

"Nohoho Gihizmo,, cuhuhut it ohout!" Sal said quickly. He was thankful that his mask was on so no one could see how beat red his face has gotten.

"Awee, look at that! Gizmo is one curious cat, isn't he?" Larry said, still owning up to his name and tickling the shit out of Sal.

"Ihihi'm gohohoing to ahahactually kihill you laharry!" Sal tried to sound threatening, but with how his childish giggles were betraying his usual mysterious image, it was hard to take him seriously.

"Oh no! I'm so~ scared! I need to hide.. But where?" Larry acted out in a scared tone to make Sal laugh even more like the tickling sensation and Gizmo's very affective sniffing wasn't enough already. To drag out his act, he moved his hands around Sal's torso and ribs like he was trying to find something, but really was acting on trying to "hide".

"StohAHahp!! Ihihi'm gohoing toho fahAAH!" unfortunately for Sal, his psychic-like powers were pinged correct as Larry darted his hands in Sal's underarms, and this caused the shorter to lunge slightly forward while bringing himself and Gizmo down to the floor.

Larry followed however, trying to use his strength to level the fall so the landing doesn't hurt his brother too bad, as well as startling Gizmo as much.

Luckily for the both of them, Gizmo took this as a sign to finally get off of the panicked boy, and strut over to Neil who was still watching the scene unfold on the couch. Amused as ever.

"LAHAHARRY! IHIHI- stahaha- *snort* Pleahaha-!" The poor boy was too ticklish to form any words, much to his dismay.

"Hoholy Macorle! This is hilarious! Neil! You should video this for Ash." Larry suddenly said, still keeping his hands in Sal's underarms.

"NO NO NO!,, Dohohon't!" Sal swung his head from side to side to emphasize how he doesn't want ash to see this side of him. Of course, they've had their tickle fights, but to have it taped and sent out?? That's too embarrassing!

Unlucky for Sal, however, Neil did what was asked and pulled out a recorder to send to Ashley.

"Hey, Ash! It's Neil. Just wanted to make this short video to show this adorable scene of Larry tickling the shit out of Sal!" Neil proudly announced, aiming the camera to Sal.

"NOHOHO! Pohohoint Thahahat thing ahahAWAAY- LARRY!!" Sal suddenly screeched while trying to block out the camera view when Larry suddenly hit a weak spot.

"Mahan! If only if you were here, Ash. His reactions are priceless." Larry said loud enough for the phone to hear.

The embarrassing blush that formed on Sam's check were thankfully not shown with his mask in the way, but damn was he getting sweaty from under that mask because of it.

"Ohohkay, you hahaha- had yohour FUN! plehehease stohop." sal pleaded. He was growing tired from the laughing, and both Larry and Neil knew it.

Larry thankfully seized his onslaught and let sal basically lay there to recover.

He basically curled up and took heavy breathes to try and calm down, still havin a bit of a giggle fit from the phantom touches.

"Alright, well Sal seems to be done, so hopefully you enjoyed his mihisery. Bye ash! Guys, say bye!" Neil suddenly said, catching Sal by surprised by him stopping his breathe for a second before completely drowning in his own embarrassment.

"Bye Ashley!! Don't forget you're coming over this weekend! See ya later." Larry said happily, waving at the camera while also patting Sal's back for a dramatic show for the girl.

"Plehease don't send that to Ahash!" Sal begged, looking up to stare and Larry and Neil.

"Don't worry, Sally. Ash already knows you're ticklish, so it's nothing new, haha." Neil said, analyzing the video that was proudly heard by the others.

"If you really don't want us to send that video to Ash, then we won't. Promise on my life, dude." Larry said sincerely. He stuck out his pinky finger to Sal with a genuine smile to show that he was actually telling the truth.

Sal was about to lift up his own hand to connect his pinky with Larry's until they both heard Neil gasp in surprise.

"Oh no.. I'm so sorry dude, I accidentally sent the video while Larry was talking.. I can try to delete the video, but she's already looking at the video." Neil said, apologetically. Still going by larry's word, he deletes the video and explains to Ash about Sal's embarrassment; reasulting in Ash being understanding of it.

"It's okay, I guess.. Let's just hope she doesn't try anything while over here for the weekend." Sal said nervously.

Yeah.. This weekend..

[angelaherexd]

Mafia Wally Darling Tickle Headcannon

Mafia Wally Darling

Lee, Leaning Switch

Weakest spots: Underarms, feet, belly and between the thighs (Death spot is his belly button and some certain parts of his weakest spots)

As a ler:

Sometimes can be a little merciless

He likes to blow raspberries on the victim's belly, especially Mafia Julie and Mafia Barnaby

He laughs along sometimes when he tickles someone because he thinks it's funny.

Tickles Mafia Poppy the least because he sometimes fail to make her laugh and ends up getting feathers all over the poor Mafia Wally, which makes him uncontrollably laugh, giggle and tear up

Coos at the poor victim in a cute/flirty way

Hugs them and asks them if they are okay after tickles

Sometimes tickle nibbles and pretend to sniff out their tickle spots

Sometimes stops for a few seconds and then tickle them again to make them laugh and curl up more, especially the underarms

If Mafia Wally's fingers get on you, you're doomed

He will put his fingers all over your tickle spots non-stop

If he is merciless, he will tie you up

If he is merciful, he'll let you squirm

Loves to give aftercare after tickling the victim

Gives them too much affection after tickling the victim

Usually sneaks behind people and tickle their sides/belly, belly for Mafia Barnaby and sides for Mafia Julie

Sometimes will/can tickle information out of his victims

He might wants to run after because the victim might get revenge!

Sometimes can be gentle, depending on who the person is

Teases a lot sometimes, but not as much as the others

Usually tickles his friends when they're feeling down or stressed

GET REVENGE ON THE MAFI BABY

As a lee:

Laughs like crazy

Usually squeaks a lot but sometimes may snort

Way too squirmish so be careful

Squeals A LOT

Laughs like a lil baby

May get the hiccups if tickled for WAY too long

If you manage to tie his arms and legs up or pin him down, congratulations, but he'll squirm, squeak and laugh EVEN CRAZIER.

Always uncontrollably laughs, giggles, squeak, and squeal

Getting his waistline/sides will get him to curl up into a ball

Get his sides/waistline and he'll twitch pretty badly

He gets WAYYYY to giggly after tickles and curls up into a ball

Tickling his back will get him to shriek

Tickle tools, such as feathers, hair, spin brushes, will get him to wheezes and cackles, especially on his underarms, when tied up.

*Dies of laughter* He is wayy too ticklish, but sometimes can enjoy it... Maybe.

Blushes too hard sometimes when teasing and tickling

Mafia Howdy will use his 2 arms to grab his wrists while Mafia Wally is dangling and the other 2 arms to tickle his underarms which make him squirm like CRAZY. Mafia Howdy is usually Mafia Wally's tickle machine

Tears up and cries of laughter fast, but it's cute

Mafia Julie and Mafia Barnaby are most likely MERCILIESS on the poor baby Mafia Wally...

Raspberries on Mafia Wally's body and he's screwed.

He'll get revenge on you after getting tickled

Loves aftercare and sometimes falls asleep with them or just gets up and continues their day

Will get defensive and serious if they think it's a good idea to tickle his scars (Sour spot, or just tickles but very uncomfortable)

If he gets held hostage by some enemy/friend/people he knows or doesn't know of his and if Mafia Wally won't say a thing, and if that enemy that knows that Mafia Wally is very ticklish, they'll tie him up to a tickle machine and tickle information out of him and won't stop till he says something. Trust me, he'll get tickled everywhere and be helpless and looking like he's dying of laughter. (His laugh is cute though)

If someone teases him saying: "Tickle, tickle, tickle~" "Coochie-coochie-coo" etc.. He'll laugh even harder because he think's it's funny and embarrassing

He can barely say words between laughter (gibberish like)

If Mafia Wally gets tickled by Mafia Barnaby, he will get revenge by pantsing him in front of his friends but sometimes just tickles him instead

Tries to act aggressive but ends up acting super cute

Usually gets tickled by his friends when he is feeling down

Mafia Sally and Mafia Julie are the dynamic duo to tie Mafia Wally's arms and legs up and tickles the poor baby to death, usually aims for the underarms at the same time.

Comment down below if I should add anything else. Like, follow, and reblog for more. I hope I can see tickle stories and artwork of Mafia Wally getting tickled. :3

[dannystheone]

You Didn’t Forget, Did You? (Welcome Home Lee Eddie x Ler Frank)

HEY GUYS!! THIS IS FOR MY GOOOOORGEOUS WIFE @nnainai WE’RE CELEBRATING 11 MONTHS TOGETHER!! AAAAAA!! I’M SO HAPPY AND SO EXCITED FOR THIS MILESTONE <333 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HONEY THIS ONE’S FOR YOU <3333

I hope you enjoy honey I love you I love you I love you every fictional couple is us <3 

WARNINGS: Tickle fic! Sorry if character personalities aren’t entirely accurate, I’m not apart of the fandom! 

Eddie seems to have forgotten an important date! Now, what is that date, again? 

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 Colorful houses lined up the cozy neighborhood as the resident mailman, Eddie Dear, delivered mail and packages to every mailbox. With a cheerful smile, Eddie handed a parcel over to a fellow neighbor’s doorstep, and waved to the neighbor next door watering their plants. 

 It was a picturesque day, even for Home. Bees droned and landed fatly on flowers; all the neighbors were out and playing with each other in the sunshine. Well, all except one neighbor. 

 Eddie kept a tight grip on his packages as he came across the hopscotch chalk on the pavement. He couldn’t help himself; every time he saw hopscotch on the pavement, he had to participate. 

 “Woo! Good job, Eddie! That’s your third day in a row!” A sunny neighbor called out to Eddie as he finished the hopscotch perfectly. Eddie looked back and flashed a bright smile. 

 “Why thanks, Sally! Oh, here’s your package today.” Sally Starlet skipped up to Eddie to receive her parcel. It was wrapped in a golden sparkly wrapping paper and was about as tall as Sally herself. 

 “Wow Eddie, you sure are strong! I’m sure Frank has you doing all the hard jobs for the house, huh?” Eddie’s cheeks blushed a bit at the mention of his husband, Frank. Frank Frankly, the smartest neighbor in Home, the most organized neighbor, who knew the most about butterflies and books and geography and-

 “Eddie? Did I lose you there?” Sally called out. Eddie snapped out of his thoughts and smiled at Sally blankly. 

 “Oh! Sorry about that. Yes, uh, anytime there’s work to be done for the house, I’d go ahead and handle it. But it’s okay! I enjoy the challenge. Um, what’s in the package?” Eddie scratched the back of his head as he tried to change the subject. Sally held the package above her head with a sudden feral expression on her face. 

 “New COSTUMES!! For the new play I’m writing! It’s gonna be STELLAR! I have so many ideas- Oh! I better right them down before I forget! Thanks for the package, Eddie!!” Sally waved goodbye to him as she ran into her house. Eddie smiled after her and continued onto the pavement. Eddie delivered one more piece of mail to a colorful mailbox before arriving at his shared home with Frank.  

 The tickseed flowers were bright and bowing at the sides of his home, and the butterflies flitted about all over them to pollinate. Frank had a passion for butterflies, he loved to study and learn about them. Eddie helped Frank plant all types of flowers around their home to attract more and more butterflies for Frank. Frank had a wonderful smile that day, Eddie remembered. 

 Eddie opened the door to his home, the inside warm and inviting as ever. Eddie removed his hat and postbag and hung them on the coat rack by the door. 

 “Frank? Sweetheart? I’m home!~” Eddie’s voice rang warmly throughout the house. Hmm. No answer from Frank. Maybe he was in the garden? 

 “Frank? Where did you disappear to...” Eddie walked into the kitchen and saw no trace of Frank, aside from dirty lunch dishes and cutlery in the sink. Frank was usually very good about doing the dishes when he needed to do them. Eddie silently wondered if everything was okay. 

 Eddie wandered into the garden behind their home and spotted his husband. “Frank! I’m home!” Eddie called out. Frank looked up from his spot with a magnifying glass to his eye. Eddie beamed brightly at the sight of his lover doing what he loved. Frank returned his smile, radiant as ever despite being the grayest neighbor.  

 “Eddie! Over here!” Frank waved him over to the small patch of grass he was squatting in, with butterflies all around him. Eddie walked over to him and took in the sight. 

 Frank had set up a wonderful little picnic area in the patch of tall grass, with a flannel blanket spread over the grass and a picnic basket set up. Dishes and glasses were placed on the blanket, with one seat reserved. Eddie looked up to Frank with a wonderful smile as he took his seat. 

 “Frank, what’s all this for? This looks delightful!” Eddie inspected the heart-shaped sandwiches and apples cut into hearts in the picnic basket. Frank looked at Eddie, then to the heart-shaped foods in front of them. 

 “Well, it’s certainly not for an every day occurrence. Today is a day that only comes once a year! It’s an important date, isn’t it?” Frank asked. Eddie’s mouth was half-stuffed with a sandwich. Eddie slowly finished his bite while keeping eye contact with Frank. 

 “Mmph- Ohm- Um, of course it’s an important date! April 28th is National Arbor Day, so we remember to conserve our trees on this day-” Frank shook his head as he sat fully on the blanket with Eddie. 

 “No, no, no. Well I mean, yes, it is National Arbor Day, I taught you that, but today is special for a different reason?” Frank led on. Eddie racked his brain trying to think about what today might be. A butterfly flew past his field of vision. 

 “Uh...National Butterfly Day? Ah yes, we remember to conserve our butterflies on this day-” Frank waved his hands in a ‘no’ motion to stop Eddie. 

 “No again! It’s not a national holiday, it’s a personal holiday to us! To our relationship to each other?” Frank seemed to wilt. Eddie didn’t mean to forget such things, (you’d think as a mailman, he’d be better with dates) but that was just it, with so many dates involved in his line of work, they all become jumbled in his head. Eddie’s hands clenched behind him as he shrugged in defeat. 

 “I’m sorry Monarch, I forget what today is. Please forgive me?” Eddie’s eyes shone in Frank’s to plead. Frank blushed and looked away from his adorable husband. 

 “Oh, alright. I suppose I can forgive you this one time. But not without recompense!” Frank, with still blushing cheeks, scooched over to Eddie’s side of the picnic blanket and began scribbling his fingers over Eddie’s sides. Eddie Dear started laughing, both out of ticklishness and surprise. 

 “Frahahahank?! Whahahat ahahare yohohou dohohoing?” Eddie giggled through his words and started leaning back on the picnic blanket to escape his husband’s tickly fingers. 

 “Well, what was supposed to be a romantic gesture has now turned into a ticklish one. So, you only have yourself to blame.” Frank said matter-of-factly. Eddie didn’t know what he was supposed to remember. Personal holidays? It wasn’t anyone’s birthday today. Eddie would have to think about what he was supposed to remember while being horribly distracted with tickles. The tickles traveled onto his broad tummy. 

 “I’m-I’m sohohohorry! I-hehehee! I dihihihidn’t mehehean to forgehehet!” Eddie’s deep laughter rang through their small garden, the butterflies keeping their distance from the loud neighbor. His cheeks and ears started to turn pink with blush. Frank’s fingers never stilled as they traveled from place to place on Eddie’s bigger frame. 

 “Of course you didn’t mean to, but you would think this holiday would be important enough to not forget. Do you forget Christmas? Or Easter? Or Valentines Day?” Frank questioned, each holiday he listed accentuated with a poke to his ribs. Eddie started squirming and twitching on the picnic blanket with his husband’s pokes. With Eddie, it never occurs to him that he can leave a ticklish situation like this. He freezes and kind of accepts his fate until it’s over. 

 “Ohohohof cohohohourse nohohohot! Thohohose ahahare my buhuhusiest hahahalidays!” Eddie laughed his words out while Frank scritched his fingers in Eddie’s ribs. Frank furrowed his eyebrows in pretend anger. 

 “Why you little-!” Frank gasped, and started dotting his fingers over Eddie’s waistline and hips. Eddie’s feet kicked out of reaction as he started laughing out loudly. “How about you remember a holiday that’s not so steeped in commercial! What about something more intimate and personal!” Frank demanded.  

 Eddie’s eyes narrowed out in laughter, his hand weakly batting Frank’s hands away. Frank maneuvered his hands around Eddie’s attempts for the tickles to stop and continued delivering a barrage of squeezes, pokes and prods to Eddie’s waistline. 

 “Ihihihintimate?? Lihihike Thahahanksgiving?!” Eddie forced out before Frank grabbed hold of his hips and started squeezing his thumbs in the divets. Eddie squealed like a man and covered his blushing face. 

 “Do you seriously think it’s Thanksgiving today and not something more personal to us?! Use your head, now!” Frank knew that Eddie was charmingly forgetful, but it was an important day for them. He wanted to see a little more effort to remember such a milestone as this. Eddie tried to use his head, as requested, but he was having a difficult time multi-tasking. 

 “Hehehehee! I’m sohohorry! I dohohon’t knohohow!” Eddie’s hands still kept trying to remove Frank’s tickling hands, but Frank just made his tickles sporadic. He tickled Eddie’s hips, then jumped to his thighs, up to his ribs, and down to his sides. It made Eddie a squealing, twitching mess. 

 “Welp, I suppose we’ll just stay like this until you remember. I wonder what aaall of our neighbors would think when they hear your raucous laughter? Going on for hours and hours? And I’d tell them it’s deserved if they ask, because a mailman can’t remember his own personal dates, so he must be thoroughly punished.~” Frank teased, while Eddie continued to laugh out in the garden. Eddie tried to control the volume of his voice, suddenly thinking of the neighbors, but he couldn’t help it. Frank was too skilled in making him laugh. Maybe cause he’s been doing it for a while...

“Now, what will happen to the mail in all that time will be an issue. I wonder if it’ll all pile up in the corner of the post office, or if you’ll be properly replaced. And if you are, then, excellent! You can commit to being tickled every single day for forgetting an important milestone.” Milestone...milestone... something about that teased Eddie’s mind. But Frank’s commentary was making Eddie feel more ticklish, even if that wasn’t Frank’s intention. 

 “Nohohoho, nohohoho! Thahahat’s too muhuhuhuch! Gihihive mehehe a clue!” Eddie snickered and continued to fight his husband against the tickles, but the tickles zapped him of energy despite being so big and tough. Frank traveled up to Eddie’s armpits, which were met with lighthearted squeals from Eddie. 

 “Mmm...no. I’d rather see you struggle, just like you struggled to work up the nerve to talk to me the first day we met. You were so nervous, I thought you were going to change colors.” Frank shook his head at the thought, while Eddie had a beautiful brain moment suddenly. He sat up quickly on the picnic blanket, all but nearly throwing his husband off of him. 

 “The-hehe- the first day I met you! A personal holiday! Of course! It’s our anniversary!” Eddie beamed with his accomplishment for remembering. Frank gave him a small encouraging smile. 

 “Yes, Dear...it’s our anniversary. I set this picnic up while you were working because I thought you’d appreciate a ‘hearty’ meal after your shift.” Frank seemed downcast at the thought that it took his husband this long to connect the dots and remember their anniversary. Eddie scratched the back of his neck out of embarrassment. 

 “Oh Frank, I’m so sorry. I do appreciate the meal you’ve prepared and the thought you put into remembering our anniversary. Just because I’m forgetful, doesn’t mean I should forget what’s truly important to me.” Eddie cupped Frank’s cheek and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Frank blushed violently and hid his face. 

 “Oh shut it, you big lug...” Eddie snickered at Frank’s embarrassment while he snuck in closer and gave Frank a side hug. 

 “Well, with everything that just happened, I don’t think I’ll ever forget our anniversary again. And even if that didn’t happen at all, I won’t forget again anyway. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Frank. And I’ll always remember to treasure you.” Frank groaned at the sweetness of Eddie’s thoughts. 

 “I treasure you as well, sweetheart. I’m glad we can share important dates like this and celebrate.” Frank confessed while looking into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie’s face brightened at the thought. 

 “Yes! Celebrate! Let’s eat your delicious sandwiches, and you can point out butterflies in the garden and tell me about them!” Stars shone in Frank’s eyes at the mention of butterflies. 

 “R-Really? Well, okay! Well, that one is a Swallowtail butterfly. Swallowtail’s are from the family Papilionidae, and include over 550 species of butterfly. They inhabit every continent aside from Antartica, despite being tropical. What’s interesting about this is-” Eddie looked up to Frank with one arm around his waist and another hand picking up a second sandwich. Eddie smiled at Frank while he spoke, realizing that he had made a mistake in forgetting their anniversary, but Frank showed him so much love and understanding despite the fact. 

 Eddie Dear never forgot such an important date again.  

[welcomehomeenthusiast]

Hello Inter-World!!!

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Signing Out Of The Inter-World,

Zmokey.

[yallmakemyassitch]

I actually just finished sally face yesterday so y'all already know what time it is, their dynamic makes me so happy (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ 💞💞💞

Such cutie pies frfr

Headcanon that Sal is ticklish and Larry blows on his stomach a lot

[son-damla]

Guzel vakitler dostlar ☕🍫

Bu siteye gordigimde kendimi Turkiyede hiss ediyorum😍

Tum AVM ler Turk filiallarıdır 👍😍😍

Allahumme salli va sallim ale Muhammədin va ale ali Muhemmed

#Hazeran #sondamla #cuma #salavat

[fluff-a-nutter]

PJO Tickle headcanons

Percy Jackson

60/40 lee leaning Switch

Worst spots are his armpits, upper ribs, feet, tummy, and knees.

He’s a kicker, so hold him down.

Main lers are Annabeth and Grover.

Sally also tickles him whenever he’s home.

He’s a screecher.

If he’s being too obnoxious or too stressed, Grover and Annabeth will gang up on him and tickle the shit out of him.

He’s a huge tease as a ler.

He goes after Annabeth the most and gets it back tenfold.

Annabeth Chase

Biggest ler around.

Doesn’t hate being tickled, but prefers to do the tickling.

Main lees are Percy and Grover

Her teases mainly consist of sarcastic quips

“Woooow Seaweed Brain. Can’t believe you kept this from me!”

Uses her invisibility cap to ambush people.

As a lee, she does her best to not laugh, but Percy always manages to crack her.

Worst spots are her neck, sides, knees, and hips.

She will punch, so be careful!

Grover Underwood

Grover once accidentally let it slip to Percy that she was ticklish and she promptly wrecked the satyr.

He’s a pretty big lee.

Teasing flusters him to no end.

Worst spots are where his satyr legs meet his human torso, the base of his horns, his ears, and under his chin.

Watch out for those hooves. He’s a kicker!

If you get him laughing hard enough, he’ll bleat as well.

Very hiccupy laugh with lots of snorts and wheezes mixed in.

He babbles so much before being tickled.

As a ler he’s extremely playful.

If you’re friends with Grover, expect to be tickled if you so much as hint at being sad or stressed.

He tickles Percy whenever he sees his best friend upset, but he doesn’t tickle Annabeth unless he wants to get his shit wrecked.

[slowlichocolateanchors]

boo !

i think sally’s little sunrays are ticklish bc it’s cute

‼️ this is not shipping ‼️ 100% platonical

⚠️NSFW DNI ⚠️

[gabykatttt]

Jack and Sally aesthetics

I just wanted to make an aesthetics with these two.

They’re so cute together.

@simplydannie @once-ler-ask-blog153 @zephyrmars @juniper-666 @horrorartist23 @justnat3 @angiestarss

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Meeting

Créditos: Layer by: @cafekitsune, Sally was made by: @yasmimkilleruwu, and Lazari was made by: @fadedmira Description: Sally, uma fantasminha solitária escuta um barulho no meio das árvores da floresta escura, o que será? Observação: Tem dois texto, o primeiro em português, the second in english! Recomendo ler no modo escuro. 𝟶:𝟶𝟶 ──◍───── 𝟷:𝟹𝟶

𝕾ally estava andando pela floresta escura, solitária, quieta, observando... Ela segurava seu ursinho na mão, estava descalça, seu cabelo estava bagunçado e sujo de terra e, bem... Sangue. Os olhos dela verdes como a grama do chão, e brilhantes como a lua da noite. – Tem alguém aqui? Por favor, estou com medo... – Era uma voz feminina. Parecia que ela estava chorando. Sally começou a seguir a voz, até que finalmente parou na frente dela. A garota tinha cabelos castanhos como os galhos, olhos vermelhos como vinho, um vestidinho vermelho claro, ou pelo menos era claro... Agora estava totalmente sujo, e em suas mãos haviam um ursinho azul e roxo. Ela olhou para Sally tremendo de medo e surpresa ao ver como olhos podiam brilhar daquele jeito. "Quem é você?" Sally pensou consigo mesma. – Por favor, pode... Você pode me ajudar? – A garota perguntou cuidadosamente. Sally olhou para ela de cima a baixo.

– Você quer brincar comigo?

Foi isso que a garota de olhos vermelhos ouviu.Sally estava sorrindo, ela finalmente encontrou alguém para brincar.

– ... Ahm, você pode pelo menos me dizer seu nome?

– Eu sou Sally

– Eu sou a Lazari

– Agora, você quer brincar comigo ou não?

– Ahm, ok, eu acho... – Lazari a seguiu pela floresta. Ela não estava mais sozinha, e Sally não se sentia tão só agora. Lazari queria perguntar tantas coisas... "Por que você é assim?" "Por que seus olhos são tão brilhantes?" "O que aconteceu com você?" "Onde estamos?" Mas ela não sentia que tinha o direito de fazer isso. Pelo menos ela estaria distraída da tristeza de ter perdido sua mãe... E Sally estaria distraída da solidão de ser um fantasma. A floresta estava escura, a lua e as estrelas dançavam no céu, e no meio da escuridão da floresta, estavam duas menininhas brincando de esconde-esconde, e elas não estariam mais sozinhas.

Nunca mais.

PART 2 IN ENGLISH

𝕾ally was walking on the dark forest, lonely, quiet, observing... She holded her little bear on her hand, she was barefoot, her hair was messy and dirty with clay and, well... Blood. Her eyes are green and very bright, but so melancholic.

– Is there anyone here? Please, i'm scared... – It was a feminine voice. Looked like she had been crying. Sally started to follow the voice, until she finally stopped in front of her. The girl had a brown hair, red eyes, a red dirty little dress, and a blue and purple bear on her hands. She looked at Sally trembling from fear, and shocked on how some eyes could shine like that. "Who are you?" Sally thought with herself. – Please, can... Can you help me? – The girl asked. Her voice was so calm and so desesperate at the same time. Sally looked her from the foot to the top.

– Do you wanna play with me? –

That's what the girl with red eyes listened. Sally was smiling, she finally founded someone to play.

– ... Ahm, can you at least tell me your name? – – I'm Sally – She said.

– I'm Lazari – The other girl said.

– Now, do you wanna play with me or not?

– Ahm, okay, I guess... – Lazari followed her on the woods. She wasn't alone anymore, and Sally wasn't feeling so lonely now. Lazari wanted to ask so many things. "Why are you like that?" "Why your eyes are so shiny?" "What happened with you?" "Where are we?" But she didn't feel like she had the right to do that. At least she would be distracted from the sadness of the lost of her mother... And Sally would be distracted from the loneliness of being a ghost. The forest was dark, the moon was shining in the sky, and in the middle of the dark, where two little girls playing hide-and-seek. And they would not be alone anymore.

Never again.

Author's note: Sim, tem algumas mudanças mas enfim, espero que tenham gostado!

[666anxiety666]

good morning good evening good night good existente....

THERE IS PEOPLE IN THE TKCOMUNITY THAT LIKES SALLY FACE?? AAAHHHHH 💥💥💥

You haven't done the Sally face t-word headcanons yet right?? can You? PLEASE!!!! (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)🩷

AHH YES I CAN! 🫶

Sally face tickle headcanons

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

SAL FISHER

LEE

💙 tried to pretend he isn't bothered by tickles. (he so is)

💙 will blush bright red when even the topic of tickles is brought up. (thank god for the mask)

💙 has a very loud and wheezy laugh.

💙 his worst spots are his tummy, feet and thighs.

💙 He really loves cheer up tickles, but gets really flustered to ask for them.

💙 the one who gets ganged up on the most.

💙 very squirmy, can't stat still at all.

💙 can't ask for tickles to save his life. So he will provoke his friends.

LER

💙 is a very gentle tickler.

💙 WILL get revenge and WILL chase you down.

💙 will give cheer up tickles to anyone who needs it. (Travis-)

💙 refuses to tickle Larry unless Todd and Ashley join in. He knows he'll get wrecked 🤭.

💙 doesn't really tease but will compliment you.

💙 "aw! Your laugh is really cute!" "C'mon, I wanna here you laugh more..!"

💙 will always make sure you're okay. Asking if you want him to stop, will always ask for permission before doing anything.

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

LARRY JOHNSON

LEE

💙 not much of a Lee tbh. I just can't see it lmao. (Mabye a little)

💙 he's most ticklish on his underarms and a little on his sides.

💙 has a wheezy laugh.

💙 will claim he isn't ticklish at all even though he is only a little.

💙 it took the rest of the gang way too long to find out that he'd even a little ticklish.

LER

💙 massive ler, probably the biggest ler out of everyone.

💙 evil bastard WILL make you ask for tickles and will refuse to tickle you until you ask.

💙 is a massive tease, he's so evil.

💙"what's the matter? Does it tickle too much?" "You asked for this! Maybe next time you won't turn my music off!"

💙 tickles sal the most. Cheer up tickles, punishment tickles, anything!

💙 won't stop until he's sees you've had enough. Red faced, crying, etc.

💙 He loves blowing raspberries, especially if it's sal.

💙 bro probably has long nails. Take that as you will. 😵‍💫

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

Sorry this took so long to do or seems rushed. 😭 but here you go! I might do Ashley, Todd, and Travis in the future. Hope you enjoyed 🫶

[starlightrosa]

Just found your blog and I looooveee your writing!! Your Fizz fic is so 🤌🏾🤌🏾!! Here’s a Welcome Home prompt if you’re still doing them; Lee! Eddie with Ler! Howdy, I can see Howdy just terrorizing the poor mail man for delivering the wrong package to him! I think their dynamic is like very funny 👏🏾👏🏾

Return to Sender

Summary: Eddie lands in a bit of ticklish trouble with a certain shop keeping caterpillar when the mailman hands over the wrong package. Wuh-oh.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Thank you ever so much for the sweet words, Fluff! It warms my heart when people say they like my writing, best compliment one can get! I am sorry for the long wait, my lovely, but I do hope you like it!

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Howdy whistled a tune to himself as he moved the delivery crates from the truck and into his shop every morning, ready for the days business. The fruit barrels were set up near the door, the flowers by his counter, the vegetables ordered by colour, size, and in alphabetic order to boot. The sun wasn’t up yet, but Howdy was an early bird. Uh… early caterpillar.

“A for Apple, B for Banana, C for Cauliflower, D for Dill, E for Eggs! Now I know each ABC, who’s the smartest? Me, Howdy!” Howdy sang as he worked, ordering the foods neatly. Howdy liked a good bit of neatness in his store. It made it easier to find things, and it made his customers smile at the proud display. Howdy was a proud shopkeep. Quite honestly, best in all of the neighbourhood! Granted, he was the only shopkeep in all of the neighbourhood, but hey, it still counted.

Howdy folded each of his sets of arms, smiling proudly at the produce stands all lined up neatly. He turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall beside the door to the supply room. Eight in the morning. Prime time to open!

Howdy did his final checks before walking to the door, and flipping the sign upon his door from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open’. He smiled, his antennae wiggling proudly as he took his spot behind the counter. Howdy knew his customers and the time they arrived each day. Wally might be along soon. Perhaps Sally, for a new fabric reel for one of her costumes. Barnaby, for a hot dog.

Well, all of Howdy’s guesses were wrong. He soon heard a voice. Too jovial to be Frank. Too deep to be Julie, Sally, Poppy or Wally. Too Southern to even be Barnaby B. Beagle. No, that could only be-!

“Oh, hear the bells ringin’, a ding dong, ding dong! Feels like forever, but it ain’t been too long. Oh yes, honey, deliverin’ whatcha want, any time. Eddie the mailman don’t ask for a dime~!” came the soft voice.

Howdy found himself smiling. Eddie rarely ever sang on his rounds. He must be in a good mood. And Eddie’s happiness was contagious, for even Howdy felt himself smiling widely as the singing was comforting and welcoming.

“Oh, I don’t ask for a dime, no I do not indeed. Eddie the mailman’s got just what ya need. So come on by, friend! Don’t you be shy! Eddie’s here for ya, from mornin’ until-! WHOA!” Eddie continued singing, but that was cut short by a sharp gasp. Eddie soon tripped over a small rock in the road. His eyes were closed as he sang that jaunty tune, and then the poor mailman went face first into Howdy’s strawberry display. The mailman got himself up, his face comically coated in strawberry juice and the front of his shirt stained red.

“Oh gracious, Howdy! Ever so sorry, there!” Eddie stammered, backing up immediately. Howdy sighed. This was a regular occurrence, unfortunately. Eddie was a very clumsy individual.

“Howdy-do, Ed. You know, you really gotta watch where you’re goin’. You’ll get more bruises on ya than a banana before long.” Howdy said, trying to make light of the situation.

“Sorry, Howdy. I can’t seem to help trippin’ over things.” Eddie apologised. The poor mailman was very upset with himself.

“Hey now, Ed. No use cryin’ over it. What can I do for ya?” Howdy asked, a kind smile on his face.

“Oh right! Lemme just see here… I got a package for ya.” Eddie drawled, fishing in his mail bag for the package in question. Soon enough, he found it and presented it to Howdy. Howdy raised a fuzzy eyebrow as he curiously took it from Eddie and opened the wrapping. Out fell… art supplies.

Howdy looked at each of them. Paintbrushes of all shapes and sizes, some with softer bristles, markers, a soft washcloth too. Howdy didn’t really draw very often, so this couldn’t be for him at all. He suspected Eddie had given him the wrong thing.

“Eddie, pal… are you sure these are for me?” Howdy said slowly. “Wally might get more use from these. He’s an artist.”

Eddie’s smile slipped off his face as he looked at the label. The label on the package said it was for the business bug, but he was right. Howdy didn’t draw often at all, or have any need for this. Eddie felt himself get a little embarrassed.

“Aw, I’m sorry, Howdy. I musta given you the wrong thing again. Here, let me take ‘em back.” Eddie said, gently reaching out for them. But to his confusion, Howdy lifted the art supplies out of reach.

“Actually, scratch what I said. I might get some use from these after all.” Howdy mused, though an evil smirk began to grace the caterpillar’s face.

“But you ain’t an artist, Howdy. What possible use could you even get out of those? Hand ‘em back, and I can get ‘em to Wally!” Eddie implored, trying to reach up and get the supplies.

But that was when Howdy moved. He shot two arms out and caught Eddie’s hands, raising them above his head. “Gotcha, pal!”

“Hey now, Howdy! Let me go! I don’t have time for games!” Eddie responded, trying to gently get the businessman to let go of him.

Howdy used his other set of arms to get a paintbrush from the case he was given. While Eddie struggled, Howdy began softly stroking the paintbrush against Eddie’s stomach. Eddie tensed up almost immediately, a soft giggle leaving him before he could suppress it.

“Oh, don’t be tellin’ me you’re ticklish, pal. Is that right, Ed?” Howdy asked. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Noho, that just ain’t true. Howdy, let gohoho!” Eddie shot back, giggles littering through his rich Southern accent as he squirmed in Howdy’s hold.

Howdy grinned and gently dragged Eddie to the floor, the caterpillar holding Eddie down quite easily. Ah, the fun of having four arms.

“You know, Ed. I think we should test these supplies before we hand ‘em off to Wally. Gotta make sure they all work the way they’re supposed to, I know Wally gets frustrated as anything if his supplies aren’t good enough to draw or paint with.” Howdy said, even as he gently pushed up Eddie’s shirt, revealing the fuzzy yellow belly underneath.

“Howdy, just what are you about to try?” Eddie asked, trying to wriggle out of the caterpillar’s grip but ultimately getting nowhere.

“Why don’t I test out these here paints first?”

Before Eddie could protest, Howdy dabbed a bit of paint onto one brush and began to paint Eddie’s belly. He had picked a green paint, drawing lines and curving the brush round on Eddie’s stomach, a move that made the mailman burst into laughter near instantly. “Guess what I’m drawing on ya, Ed! Come on, guess!”

But Eddie could not guess, being thrown into a world of laughter. He remembered when his mama used to tickle him when he was growing up, after she came home from her own mail deliveries. Eddie had thought he’d be less ticklish as he aged, but that wasn’t the case at all for the mailman. Rather, Eddie seemed to have gotten more ticklish since then.

“Oh gohohohosh! Oh, uh… ah! I-I don’t knohohow!” Eddie guessed, doing his best to wiggle about a bit in an effort to get Howdy to stop. But Howdy did no such thing.

“You don’t know? C’mon, Ed, you’re a smart guy.” Howdy teased, switching from green to red as he drew in the next part of this. “Hey, quit laughin’! You’ll make me colour outside the lines!”

“Buhuhuhut it tickles! Howdy, you’re tihihihicklin’ me!” Eddie yelped, trying to move away. But Howdy kept him down easily. Howdy finished doodling on Eddie’s tummy, his drawing of a flower resting right in the middle of Eddie’s stomach. Howdy then took that moment to gently flip Eddie on his stomach with one set of hands, the other set holding onto these art supplies.

“Okay, well the paints are definitely workin’. Now we just need to do the markers. Let’s play a game, eh Ed?” Howdy enquired, hoping Eddie would say yes.

“W-What kihihinda game?”

“Dead easy, really. It’s called Hangman. I’ll draw a word on your back and you have to guess the word. If you get all your guesses wrong, I win. But if you guess right, you win.” Howdy explained. It did sound fun…

“Fihihihine.” Eddie giggled, letting Howdy work his white shirt up. Thankfully, the strawberry juice seemed to have dried into his shirt, so Howdy didn’t get his hands stained. The shirt was a write off, though.

Howdy drew a series of little lines on Eddie’s back to make up two words. Both words, eight letters long.

“Alright, Ed. Gimme a letter. Any letter. You got twenty six to pick from.” Howdy said.

“Oh goodnehehehess… um, P.” Eddie said. Howdy snickered a little from above him.

“Not a P to be found, bud. Oh well.” Howdy said, slowly drawing the first section of the hangman’s platform. Eddie was thrown into laughter again as he felt the marker going over the divots of his ribs.

“HAHAHA! HOHOHOWDY!” Eddie cried out, squirming like anything. Howdy’s laughter from above let Eddie know that the caterpillar was having way too much fun with this.

“I’ll give ya the second word, because I’m a nice ol’ caterpillar. It’s what you work as.” Howdy smiled.

“Mailman! Mahahahailman!” Eddie guessed. His laughter grew louder as Howdy drew in the word.

“Nice! Now just one word to go.” Howdy reminded. “Pick a letter, Ed.”

“Uhuhuhum…” Eddie giggled, the feeling of the marker ghosting his ticklish back making it rather difficult to focus.

“I need an answer, Ed~” Howdy teased.

“Gah! Hahaha, oh no! Uh, R!”

“Aww, nope.” Howdy laughed, drawing the next section and the first part of the hangman diagram, the head. “I’d start getting them right, Ed, if I was you.”

Eddie’s honey rich laughter hit Howdy’s ears in response. But the mailman was nothing if not determined.

“Okay… ah, I’ll sahahay… the letter I.”

“Ah, nice. We’re gettin’ somewhere, bud.” Howdy smiled, drawing in two ‘I’ letters. “Got any other guesses?”

“T!” Eddie shot back, trying his best to keep his voice steady. Howdy nodded and drew in a T.

“Got any guesses yet, Ed?”

“I give up, Howdy! I give, it tickles too much!” Eddie gasped, barely able to stand this.

“Alright, fine. But the full phrase was… ticklish mailman~” Howdy snickered, before he set the supplies down and helped Eddie up, grinning wickedly.

“Well, think we can agree that Wally’s got some good quality art supplies coming his way. You better go wash up, Ed.” Howdy said, grinning. “You got strawberry juice all over ya.”

“You sure we don’t need a second opinion on those art supplies, Howdy?” Eddie asked, finally sending a playful grin of his own back to the shopkeep.

“Oh, I don’t think thahat’s nehehecessary, Ed.”

“Oh, but I think differently. You’re pretty ticklish too, ain’t ya Howdy?”

“Not true!” Howdy shot back.

“Oh, it is true. Get over here, Howdy~!”

“GET AWAY FROM ME, ED!”

“C’MERE, HOWDY!” Eddie called back, chasing after the caterpillar with Wally’s art supplies.

Safe to say, Wally got his art supplies a bit later than expected, and both Howdy and Eddie had pretty flowers drawn on their stomachs for a few days after that. But neither would have changed their friendship for anything.

The End!

[00mimir]

Um resumo das minhas leituras de 2024

Hoje eu alcancei a marca de 13 livros novos lidos no ano. A lista foi, em ordem cronológica: 

Noites brancas, de Fiódor Dostoiévski;

Ássia, de Ivan S. Turgueniev;

Brumas de Avalon, da Marion Zimmer Bradley;

O Messias de Duna, de Frank Herbert;

A cidade e as estrelas, de Arthur C. Clarke; 

Contato, de Carl Sagan;

Coleção de contos, de H.P. Lovecraft;

Fogo e Sangue, de George R. R. Martin;

Inverno em Sokcho, da Elisa Shua Dusapin;

A natureza da mordida, da Carla Madeira;

Passeio ao farol, da Virginia Woolf;

Pessoas normais, da Sally Rooney;

As crônicas de Nárnia, livro 1, de C. S. Lewis.

A minha ideia inicial era fazer um resumo de cada livro de forma individual, mas eu não consegui fazer isso para nenhum livro. Então eu vou fazer um breve resumo das minhas impressões com base nas recordações que eu tenho. 

Começo de ano russo

Os primeiros livros que li esse ano foram de autores clássicos da literatura russa. Eu não tinha uma expectativa muito clara para esses livros, além de achar que iria gostar deles. Apesar de não os ter achado ruins, fiquei decepcionado a ponto de não querer ler nada do tipo no decorrer do ano. Por mais que eu tenha conseguido ficar imerso na história, eu achei tudo muito dramático, tudo muito too much. Mas eu acho que isso é relativamente normal, tendo em vista que são livros de uma cultura diferente, de uma época diferente e com um linguajar diferente. 

Noites brancas foi um bom exemplo de como é importante pegar esses livros clássicos de uma editora renomada. Quando eu terminei o livro, eu fiquei meio what the fuck, mas ao ler o posfácio do tradutor, eu consegui compreender melhor o que Dostoiévski estava tentando alcançar com a história. De forma resumida, todo o exagero e os diálogos longos e toda aquela melação entre os dois protagonistas era uma grande sátira a esse tipo de trama. 

Ássia teve os mesmos tons pra mim. Muito drama, muita doidera e por mais que eu tenha me encantado com a paisagem, não curti muito a trama no geral. Aqui os comentários do tradutor também foram essenciais. Pelo o que eu me lembro, o autor tinha tido uma relação meio complicada com uma atriz, e que eles iam e voltavam ou era um romance às escondidas. 

Pra mim, talvez de forma injusta, o alto desses dois primeiros livros foram os posfácios. E com isso veio a reflexão de o quão importante é ter o trabalho dessas pessoas que estudam a fundo a vida do autor e conseguem passar o contexto do livro e da história para que nós, os não iniciados, possamos entender e aproveitar melhor os objetivos e as tramas desses autores.

E essa reflexão me levou a outra, de que em algum momento, infelizmente, haverá edições dos livros das Crônicas de Gelo e Fogo com comentários póstumos da vida e inspirações do autor. Confesso que não estou ansioso para esse dia. 

O interesse por rei Arthur

Aqui as coisas começaram a melhorar, mas não antes de ter um pequeno drama na escolha do livro. Faz algum tempo que eu quero saber mais sobre a história do rei Arthur, e com esse objetivo em mente, fiz algumas pesquisas, e fiquei interessado em duas opções: O rei do inverno, de Bernard Cornwell e as Brumas de Avalon, de Marion Zimmer Bradley. Como eu não tinha nenhuma referência para fazer a escolha, o meu critério foi o número de páginas (sim, eu sei, um critério bem merda, mas leve em consideração que nessa época a meta eram 24 livros, e não 12, e eu estava com medo de não dar tempo, o que realmente não daria). 

Comecei a ler o livro de Cornwell na espera do Hospital São Camilo com a minha namorada. O livro se mostrou tão ruim quanto o ambiente hospitalar. A sensação que eu tive era que eu tinha lido dois diálogos em um espaço de 20 páginas. Achei muito árido, muito ruim. E como eu ainda não consigo não gostar das coisas por conta própria, eu fui buscar validação para a minha desistência na seção de avaliações do livro no GoodReads e dito e feito, muita gente estava reclamando das mesmas coisas que eu. Minha desistência tinha sido aprovada pelo selo GoodReads. 

Com Brumas de Avalon não poderia ter sido mais diferente. Fui abduzido pela história a partir do momento em que a Muralha de Adriano foi mencionada (Muralha de Adriano, para quem não sabe, serviu de inspiração para A Muralha das Crônicas de Gelo e Fogo). Gostei muito da mistura de magia, destino e trama política. Achei impressionante como a Marion conseguiu encontrar e reproduzir as vozes das personagens de uma forma que é possível reconhecê-las só pelos diálogos internos. Todo o conflito de Morgana tentando defender o povo de Avalon, cumprir o seu papel em meio ao conflito que o dogmatismo dela e dos cristãos traz para a vida dela. Esse livro foi um dos melhores do ano pra mim.

Período Ficção Científica

Depois de Brumas eu entrei em uma fase ficção científica . Em 2022, eu li o primeiro livro de Duna e apesar de ter gostado bastante do filme, não gostei do livro. Achei o linguajar muito exagerado e não achei a trama interessante por boa parte da história. Gostei de alguns elementos como: a ambientação, o poder da Voz, mas não foi o suficiente para deixar a leitura menos sofrida. Li ele até o final na força do ódio porque estava na expectativa de melhorar, o que não aconteceu. E o pior de tudo é que eu estava tão confiante que ia gostar, que eu comprei o box da primeira trilogia em capa dura durante uma promoção da Amazon. 

Bom, o tempo passou, o segundo filme de Duna saiu e fui assistir com a minha namorada. Saí da sessão pensando “que filme ótimo, pena que o livro é uma merda”. 

Mais uns meses se passaram e fomos a um aniversário de uma amiga. Durante o aniversário, estava conversando com um amigo que tinha lido todos os livros de Duna, e conforme eu fui explicando os motivos por não ter gostado do primeiro livro, ele me disse que esses mesmos motivos que me fizeram não gostar, eram as características da saga toda; que era algo muito mais psicodélico, com uma ideia diferente. Depois dessa conversa eu fiquei me perguntando se eu estava esperando algo que a história nunca se propôs a entregar. Como se eu estivesse esperando que uma pizza tivesse gosto de pastel.

Com isso em mente eu comecei a ler O Messias de Duna, e gostei bastante. Achei interessante a reflexão de como seria o governo de uma figura messiânica, mesmo sendo fruto de uma profecia fabricada pelas Bene Gesserit. Agora resta a dúvida: o segundo livro é realmente melhor ou o fato de ter ido com mente mais aberta fez mais diferença do que estava esperando? Preciso reler o primeiro livro para ter certeza. 

O segundo livro do período ficção científica foi As cidades e as estrelas de Arthur C. Clarke. Comprei ele porque eu gostei da capa, achei um brega bonito, meio anos 80, e queria ler alguma coisa de um ator clássico de ficção científica. 

Arthur C. Clarke é considerado um otimista e isso é perceptível nessa história. Por mais que o protagonista embarque em uma aventura, nada de ruim acontece, o que não é necessariamente ruim. É uma história simples e gostosa de ler. 

A última história desse período foi O contato, do Carl Sagan. Carl Sagan era um grande educador e ele consegue transmitir isso nesse livro. Ele aborda o contato com alienígenas de uma forma bem única e intrigante. Desde a forma que eles estabelecem contato, usando uma sequência de números primos, até as implicações políticas e sociais que esse contato cria. Foi um dos melhores livros que eu li esse ano. 

Terror cósmico

O contato tem um tom bem otimista com relação a raça alienígena que entra em contato com a civilização humana: eles não tentam dominar, destruir ou escravizar a raça humana. Por mais que eu ache interessante essa visão, confesso que tenho uma certa queda para o contrário: a fragilidade da ideia de antropocentrismo; a possível hostilidade e indiferença de uma raça alienígena; e até mesmo a adoração de deuses malignos antigos. H. P. Lovecraft preenche todos esses requisitos. Ler Lovecraft conversou com muita coisa que eu consumi no decorrer dos últimos anos, principalmente os jogos da FromSoftware, sendo Bloodborne o exemplo mais claro disso. 

Um pulo em casa

Enquanto estava passando A Casa do Dragão, comecei a ler Fogo e Sangue, que era o último livro do mundo das Crônicas de Gelo e Fogo que eu não tinha lido ainda. Por mais que eu tenha gostado bastante da leitura, não tenho muitos comentários para fazer. 

Melancolia

Depois de Fogo e Sangue, eu escolhi livros curtos para conseguir conhecer novos autores, novas histórias e também bater a meta de doze livros no ano. 

O primeiro deles foi Inverno em Sokcho, da Elisa Shua Dusapin. Eu descobri esse livro enquanto estava jogando meu tempo de vida fora no TikTok. Fiquei muito feliz em saber que ele tinha sido publicado no Brasil. Esse livro foi um grande ganha-ganha para mim, porque além de gostar da história, descobri uma nova autora e uma nova editora. 

O segundo foi A natureza da mordida, da Carla Madeira. Esse livro fez parte de um clube do livro de duas pessoas: eu e a minha namorada. Nós gostamos bastante de Tudo é rio e decidimos escolher outro livro dela como o primeiro livro do nosso clube. Natureza da mordida é um livro que começa super despretensioso, mas depois ganha muita profundidade. 

O ponto alto dessa leitura foi ter lido em conjunto. Quando eu terminei ele, eu gostei, mas não achei grandes coisas, até a minha namorada apontar a profundidade da história. Depois que eu entendi o que estava acontecendo, o livro ganhou outro tom. A Carla Madeira consegue fazer você acreditar que a protagonista é uma coadjuvante. Estamos ansiosos para ler Véspera. 

Eu ainda quero escrever um texto sobre um certo personagem de Natureza da Mordida e tentar mostrar o motivo da partida dele. Mas isso vai ficar para depois.

Depois de ficar chocado com Natureza da mordida, fui me aventurar no fluxo de consciência da Virginia Woolf com Passeio ao farol. Eu vi muita gente recomendando outros livros dela como ponto de partida, mas eu quis ler Passeio ao farol porque achei a capa da edição Penguin-Companhia bem dramática. 

Ao mesmo tempo que eu achei o livro super interessante, confesso que foi uma leitura bem tortuosa (provavelmente seja por isso que ninguém indica ele como obra introdutória da autora). É um livro que não dá para ir de besta ler ele. Tem que ir bem atento para conseguir entrar no ritmo da Virgínia, mas uma vez que você entra na dança, flui muito bem. Apesar de não ter conseguido acompanhar o ritmo sempre, eu achei um livro bem bonito e triste. Em algum momento do ano que vem quero ler outras obras dela. 

Por fim, escolhi Pessoas normais, da Sally Rooney, por vários motivos. O primeiro foi porque eu vi um trecho da adaptação no TikTok; o segundo foi porque ela estava lançando Intermezzo e muita gente estava comentando que ela estava se consolidando como um fenômeno literário; o terceiro foi porque minha namorada já tinha assistido a série e tinha gostado bastante; e por último ele atendia os meus critérios de uma autora nova com um livro curto. Apesar de ter passado bastante nervoso com Connel e Marianne, Pessoas Normais foi um dos melhores livros que eu li no ano, se não o melhor. Achei ele de certa forma aconchegante e fiquei torcendo pra eles ficarem juntos o livro todo. 

Contos de fada, planejamentos abandonados e esquecimentos

Bom, se você estava contando quantos livros eu li até aqui, você provavelmente já notou que eu consegui alcançar a minha meta de 12 livros com Pessoas Normais, porém, eu acabei esquecendo de colocar um livros lido na lista que eu estava usando para acompanhar o meu progresso. O esquecido foi A cidade e as estrelas. Então na minha cabeça, 11 tinham ido, faltava mais 1. 

Esse último livro foi difícil de escolher. Eu queria ler alguma fantasia, mas não queria enfrentar 500 páginas, ou as vezes 1000 e poucas do Brandon Sanderson. Então fiquei algumas semanas procurando alguma coisa para ler que conversasse com o meu estado de espírito do momento. Tudo o que eu começava a ler não fazia sentido. Durante esse período eu estava me preparando para a Festa do Livro da USP. Tinha feito uma pequena lista do que eu queria comprar, que ficou oscilando entre 20, 3 e 10 livros. Bom, como imprevistos acontecem eu acabei comprando 16 livros e 1 mangá. E um desses livros foi O Leão, a Feiticeira e o Guarda-roupa, o primeiro livro das Crônicas de Nárnia. 

Confesso que gostei muito do livro. Ele é bem simples, mas não deixa de ser bonito e divertido. Não sei se eu estou ficando doido, mas eu vi algumas coisas que me parecem que podem ter servido de inspiração para o George na criação das Crônicas de Gelo e Fogo: uma personagem traz o frio consigo e cria um inverno prolongado; as estações estão desequilibradas por um fator mágico; sacrifícios de sangue. Sei não, me parece que tem coisa aí. Agora estou esperando outra feira do livro de universidade ou uma promoção da Amazon para comprar o box. 

Pontas soltas, planos e outras cositas más

Bom, por mais que eu tenha conseguido bater a minha meta + 1, não quer dizer que esses 13 livros foram as únicas coisas que eu li ou comecei a ler esse ano, que vale lembrar, não terminou ainda. 

Nesta reta final, eu tinha decidido ler O Senhor dos Anéis como o meu 12º livro, que na verdade seria o 13º (sim, eu estou considerando os três livros como um só, já que o próprio Tolkien não considerava a história como uma trilogia e sim como um grande romance. O que fez a história ser publicada em três volumes foram os fatores pós-guerra), mas eu acabei começando a ler Nárnia e fiquei tão empolgado com a história que eu acabei deixando a ideia de lado por um tempo, mas eu ainda tenho planos para terminar ele esse ano. 

Neste mesmo período eu comecei a ler Modernidade Líquida, do Bauman, e também gostaria de terminar ele esse ano. É um livro super interessante, mas não considero uma leitura muito trivial. Preciso ler ele bem atento e com um caderninho do lado para conseguir compreender o que ele está dizendo. 

Uma grande expectativa esse ano que se tornou uma grande decepção foi A Rainha Branca, da Philippa Gregory. Vi muita gente falando que ela era a rainha do romance histórico e a primeira página do livro prometia isso, porém eu não gostei da construção. Senti que estava lendo aquelas séries de épocas melodramáticas. Estou considerando dar uma segunda chance ano que vem, mas não tenho certeza ainda.

Comecei a ler também o primeiro livro das sagas do Elric of Melniboné. Para quem não sabe, George Martin se inspirou em alguns elementos dessa saga para as Crônicas de Gelo e Fogo. Bloodraven, por exemplo, é o Elric cagado e escarrado. Tenho que terminar esse livro ainda, mas vou deixar para o ano que vem. 

Esse ano eu li praticamente nada de divulgação científica. Eu ainda tenho esperanças de terminar o Modernidade Líquida, mas ano que vem eu quero ler mais divulgação científica. 

Também quero ler alguma coisa da Clarice Lispector, Jane Austen, Achado de Massis, digo Machado de Assis (comecei Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas, mas não terminei). Também quero ler outras obras do George fora do mundo de Gelo e Fogo. Quero ler mais sobre o rei Arthur e toda a mitologia que cerca ele. Tem tanta coisa que eu quero ler que eu nem consigo lembrar, mas tudo isso vai ficar para o ano que vem e provavelmente vai sobrar pro próximo. 

Bom, por enquanto, para este ano foi isso. Ano que vem tem mais.