#bloom-ler

[rosie-n-oncie]

Would you rather have unlimited bacon and no games or games, unlimited games, and no games

“Hm…”

“All of the above”

????

[everettswritings]

HELLO! CAN I HAVE LEE!SHADOW MILK AND LER!PURE VANILLA, PLEASE???

(つ･･)つ｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

OMG YES! I watched the teaser for the next update today and I am so unbelievably hyped! This sort of takes place in the next update, but it’s just me doing a bunch of guess work- obviously Pure Vanilla isn’t going to tickle the heck out of Shadow Milk, no matter how badly I want that to happen. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

Lies… the center of everything in this world, it seemed. Especially to Pure Vanilla Cookie, or rather the truthless recluse he had become. It really broke him when it was revealed that all of his life, every last part of it, was an elaborate lie crafted by Shadow Milk Cookie- who had spent all those years puppeteering him from the shadows, pulling every last string just right to create his best show yet. I mean, how would you feel? What would you think? At that point, could you even think? Would those thoughts be your own?

However, while swallowed in the darkness of deception, there was still a light that Pure Vanilla Cookie could see, glimmering faintly like a dying star. His entire life may have been something crafted by deception incarnate, but it was still life. One of the undeniable truths of life is that it will always find a way; it will always slip through the shackles you lock it into and blossom and grow.

The healer was in front of the beast, standing him down. His eyes were blank and hollow, there was just barely a gleam of life within them.

“Hehehehe! You really are just me with different colors, aren’t you?” Shadow Milk Cookie taunted “Look at you! In shambles and ashamed! The old proverb is true: the bigger they are, the harder they fall!” He moved in, intent on taking the Soul Jam back once and for all. However, whether on reflex or on active thought, Pure Vanilla Cookie moved out of the way. He was silent, though. “Seriously!? Don’t you ever give up? Everything has been a lie, my boy! Does that not kill you inside?!” The beast shouted in frustration, his voice cracking a little, it was as if his act was cracking alongside it. The glimmer of that light in Pure Vanilla Cookie’s mind started to seem a little brighter, as if it were cheering him on. Shadow Milk Cookie swung again, the frustration was growing just like that light, but that darkness could never overpower the light- no darkness can overpower light. Just as he was about to land a blow, he was blinded!

Pure Vanilla Cookie was swallowed and bathed with light, transforming right before the jester’s eyes! He landed on his feet, holding himself with confidence and a newfound air of strength that Shadow Milk Cookie tried to crush.

“It may have, but I overcame that despair.” Pure Vanilla Cookie slammed his staff on the ground and tiny flowers bloomed beneath it, “There will always be both truth and despair in this world, that is what you are right about. However, allowing one to consume the other is what leads to destruction! The two sides of the same coin are together for a reason, otherwise the coin could not be. And that coin is knowledge! The knowledge you swore you preached, but betrayed in favor of deception because it was easier to accept!”. Shadow Milk Cookie’s jaw hung open, his eyes were wide, for a moment he couldn’t put together a sentence. “W-W-WHAT!? You CANNOT be serious! I-It- No! NO, NO, NO!” He refused to accept it, how could this little pest just do that!? The jester’s face burned hotly with anger, “NO! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE MY EYES! YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A PUPPET!” He tried to attack Pure Vanilla Cookie again, blinded by rage, but was stopped when the hero grabbed his hand and pulled him closer into a hug.

“But all the same, I understand why you would buckle under the lies.” He said, his voice suddenly a little softer, “I was just in your shoes and it hurt.” His voice was so deeply laced with empathy. “Wha-? No- huh?” Shadow Milk Cookie was so confused! Where is the anger? Where is the despair that was just there moments ago? He was this close to getting the Soul Jam back! It’s not fair! “However, I can’t say that I’ll let your actions go unpunished. I believe you can be set on the right path once again with a little coaxing, like anyone can.”, Shadow Milk Cookie tensed up as he felt fingers crawling up to his rib cage, “W-What do you think you’re doing?! Stop!” He tried to push Pure Vanilla Cookie away, but it was already too late. Oh, this was even more humiliating! Now he was being tickled by the little pest!

“Hahahahaha! Hahahahehe! Hehehehe! Nohoho!” He struggled meekly, while the healer somehow kept a vice grip. Pure Vanilla Cookie grinned and chuckled softly as his fingers lightly skated over Shadow Milk Cookie’s ribs. “Hehehehe! Hohohahahaha! Stop iiiittttt! Hahaha!” The beast was squirming even more now as he was tickled. It was so gentle, but somehow so effective! He snorted, “Hahahaha! You d-divahahaha!”, “S-Script! Hahahahaha! Ahahaha! Hehehahaha!”, he tried to speak but every word was washed away with waves of laughter.

Pure Vanilla Cookie gently lowered himself and his adversary to the ground, continuing his ticklish assault on him. His hands stayed firmly on his ribs, but would occasionally go up for a little bit to trace the hollows of his armpits, then drag back downwards. “Hahahahaha! Hahaha! Nohohoho! Please!” Shadow Milk Cookie snorted again, his pleas falling onto deaf ears. He found himself leaning against Pure Vanilla Cookie unintentionally, but the healer ceased the opportunity to poke a little more fun at him, “So you know you can be better? Well, definitely don’t be shy now! Let me embrace you!” He pulled the beast closer, one hand was now at his ribs while the other was stationed on his stomach.

Shadow Milk Cookie squeed as he felt the tracing of mindless little patterns on his tummy. When would this torture end?! “Nah! Nahahahaha! Hahahaha!” He laughed louder and louder, the sound echoed throughout the entire spire! His blue face was turning pink as he was at Pure Vanilla Cookie’s mercy, at least he was used to laughing so much, otherwise he’d be completely out of breath by now. He gave up on trying to get away now, resigning to his ticklish fate and continuing to laugh. It was apparent that Pure Vanilla Cookie wouldn’t be releasing him from his punishment anytime soon.

The healer hummed as he tickled Shadow Milk Cookie, noticing the resignation, “Giving up, are we? Tsk, tsk, tsk! Maybe I should tickle you more for that!”. Shadow Milk Cookie’s eyes widened again, but before he could protest the tickling suddenly got a little more intense and Pure Vanilla Cookie’s fingers were moving much faster. “HAHAHAHA! HAHA- HEHEHEHE!” His voice got high pitched as he was laughing way harder, “NO! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” He tried begging for mercy, but it was far too late for any kind of mercy now. Pure Vanilla Cookie shifted the beast in his grasp, laying him horizontally across his kneeling lap.

Uh oh…

The tickling stopped for a moment, and Shadow Milk Cookie knew exactly what that meant. “W-WAIT! Please! No, anything but the-“, he squealed loudly as Pure Vanilla Cookie’s head came down on his stomach, “RASPBERRIEEEEEES! HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHAHAHAHEEE!”. The squirming started again as he was desperate to get away from the dreaded raspberries. However, that didn’t stop the hero! Pure Vanilla Cookie started to take shorter breaths to blow more raspberries, and he planted them all over Shadow Milk Cookie’s tummy as he laughed like crazy. It didn’t help that his fingers were still digging at his sides and ribs as he held him close. Now the beast was beginning to become breathless!

“S-Stop!” He finally got out and Pure Vanilla Cookie paused the tickling “N-No more! I surrender!” He sighed, wanting to take those words back as soon as they left. The healer finally released the beast, a smug grin on his face, “I’m glad that you do.” He placed a hand on his shoulder “Maybe now we can understand each other, and maybe the coin that we belong to can be whole once again.” The hero spoke hopefully and his tone was kind. Shadow Milk Cookie huffed, almost offended by all the redemption nonsense, but didn’t say anything… for once.

Who knows? Maybe deep down, seriously deep down, the Beast of Deceit yearned to be the Fount of Knowledge once again. It’s hard to say, isn’t it?

End of fic! Okay, I know most people don’t like the thought of the Beasts being redeemed, understandably, but I can’t help it. I find the idea so intriguing, I’d wanna see how they get there. I wouldn’t be mad if they aren’t redeemed, I understand that, it’s just that it’s so compelling to me to think of some kind of redemption arcs for them. I dunno, I just think that watching Zuko’s redemption arc from a young age permanently affected the way I see villains in their entireties. Also, I AM SO HYPED FOR THIS NEXT UPDATE! Pure Vanilla’s awakened form is so pretty and I desperately need to see the rest of the story unfold! Okay, I’ll stop rambling, have a good one 🫶

[insomnia-ler]

sooo what's the deal with onceler destiny anyway

Alright class, let me break this down for you. Got a few handy diagrams and everything for all you visual learners out there.

Once-ler destiny is everything. A series of… hah. “Canon events”, if you will, that makes us who we are. It’s not just a set of guidelines, either. It’s the rulebook. Diverge from the path? Sorry, don’t pass go, don’t collect two hundred dollars. Or for those of you who don’t know Monopoly lingo, I'll make it real simple for you.

You aren't actually a Once-ler.

And if you’re a Once-ler— like, really a Once-ler— then you’ll eventually experience each and every single one of these chapters of your life. Some are good. Some are bad.

Some are very bad.

The beginning Once-lers typically leave home at an early age to make their way in the world. They'll find the truffula valley, make their first Thneed, and eventually get their business off the ground. It's not always easy, but it's almost certain to be a guaranteed success.

The middle Business is booming. A factory blooms like a metallic flower where there once was a cozy little cottage. Thneed production is in full swing. Stocks are through the roof. Pollution of the surrounding area and town increases. Everyone says you're too big to fail. Until you aren't.

The end This isn't a story that's supposed to have a happy ending. It's supposed to teach you a lesson. Drowning in the depths of your greed, you turn a blind eye to the destruction piling up around you until there are no trees left. The Lorax leaves. Your family leaves, retreating with your money and their carelessness. Your employees turn against you, burying you in endless lawsuits. You retreat into your vast, empty factory. But not forever. The townspeople in Thneedville build a wall to keep out the toxic wasteland you created. They sing every morning, waking you like a dystopian alarm clock. The years pass, and before you know it, you are old. Audrey is born, the catalyst for everything to come. Ted is born a few years later. As a teenager, the kid comes to ask you for the one thing you can offer that will ensure your redemption- the last truffula seed. He will take it, and the future will be bright. The wall around Thneedville will fall. ...Eventually, even the Lorax will come back. That is Once-ler destiny.

[minnielvrr]

Skz at Hogwarts- Part 1

Lee: Seungmin Ler: Han Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: kinda intense tickles for Minnie~🤭😋hope you enjoy!🥰💞

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09

Thinking about how Skz would be at Hogwarts. Chan and Seungmin in Slytherin, Lino, Hyunjin, Changbin and Han in Gryffindor, Innie in Ravenclaw and Felix in Hufflepuff.

The reunion of childhood friends should have been a warm, nostalgic moment, but for Chan and Seungmin, it became an opportunity for mischief.

The pair took every chance to use their Slytherin cunning to annoy the rest of the group.

Just minor inconveniences, turning their stationary into bugs (that one always had Han and Hyunjin screeching in the middle of the night).

He enchanted Changbin’s mirror so it would distort his figure into all manner of funny poses —one moment Binnie's head would be the size of a pumpkin, the next, his legs stretched like vines.

Turned Jeongin’s hair a hideous shade of pink for a whole week (it had infuriated the youngest).

And gave Minho cat ears for a day (he threatened to hex Seungmin if he didn’t get it off him). The list was endless. And he'd kept this up for a whole semester.

But eventually it came to bite him in the ass when Han and Hyunjin, stumbled upon a rather...unique spell book on one of their excursions around the castle.

They brought it back to the Gryffindor common room and the four poured over it.

There were all sorts of spells for all manner of purposes but a couple of them were much more interesting than the rest.

Smug smiles bloomed on their faces. After 6 months of being basically terrorized (not really), they could taste the sweet taste of revenge on the tip of their tongue.

"Anyone know if the puppy's ticklish?" Hyunjin's eager voice sparked a heated debate, with the group exchanging playful theories about Seungmin’s sensitivity, but eventually, the debate ended with one clear decision: they'd take turns, and Han, ever eager for mischief, would go first.

“Minnie’s been far too bold with his pranks recently. I say we go all out on him, teach him not to mess with us!” Han proposed.

Hyunjin was grinning at how easily the tables had turned. "I want to see him squeal. I’m betting he’ll beg within two minutes."

Han laughed at that. “Two? No way, you’re being too generous. All I need to do is to find his death spot. I know he has one.”

With the plan set and excitement bubbling, Han’s gaze turned mischievous. He wasted no time, his eyes glinting as he set off to find his unsuspecting target.

Feigning nonchalance, he approached Seungmin with a casual air. "Hey Minnie, Lix just baked a new batch of brownies. Everyone’s in our common room, come on!”

Seungmin, always eager for Lixie's treats, didn’t suspect a thing. He bounded towards the Gryffindor common room, oblivious to the setup awaiting him.

As the puppy entered, a devious grin spread across Han’s face. The moment the door closed behind Seungmin; Han’s intentions were clear.

He watched in amusement as Seungmin’s excitement turn into wide-eyed surprise. The room being empty short for the two of them.

“H-Han where’s everyone else? You—NO!” He yelped when Han swished his wand, making Seungmin’s wand fly out of his hands and his knees to buckle until he collapsed on the floor in a heap.

And then there were scribbling hands and nails clawing all over his sensitive spots, sending little shockwaves that had the little prankster squealing.

“Whahahaht ahahare youhu dohohohing?! Nahahahaha whyhyhy mehehe?”

A sadistic smile lit up Han's face, as Seungmin’s bright giggles quickly filled the room as Han expertly worked his wand, making the cheeky little puppy writhe and beg through hysterical laughter.

He mentally cursed himself for not seeing through Han’s trap.

“Coochie coochie coo Seungminie~” Han teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “What's wrong? Can’t think of anything smart to say?”

Seungmin let out a breathless, wheezing laugh, managing to choke out between fits of giggles: "I... Ihihi'll geHEHET yohuu... back for... thiHIHIs!"

Han’s smirk grew wider and he directed his wand to the younger’s navel. Seungmin’s hands flew to his belly, fingers twitching helplessly as if trying to grasp the phantom feathers.

His legs kicked wildly, shoes thudding against the wooden floor, eyes watering and a wide smile painting his flushed cheeks.

It felt like dozens of phantom feathers were sweeping over his skin, tracing his ribs, swirling around his belly button, making him squirm helplessly.

The harder he fought, the more intense the tickling grew, as if the magic was reading his resistance.

“Hahahahahahan hyuhuhuhung nohohoho noHOT THEHEHEHERE!! SHIHIT!”

Han's eyes lit up with fascination as he guided the wand, watching the way Seungmin's body jerked and writhed under the spell.

The closer he pointed toward Seungmin’s belly, the more frenzied the laughter became.

To test this theory, Han pointed the wand at the puppy's sides, observing the way his laughter died down to bubbly giggles.

Han’s grin widened. ‘Interesting...’ he muttered to himself, inching the wand closer to Seungmin’s navel, eager to see just how much more the younger boy could take.

It was as though every nerve in his body was on fire, sending him into fits of frantic, uncontrollable giggles.

Han couldn’t help but smirk, relishing every breathless laugh that escaped Seungmin.

He marveled at how effective the spell was, mentally filing away its details for future pranks.

Maybe he’d use it on Minho next time—or better yet, use it with a levitation spell and watch Hyunjin float helplessly, laughing his head off mid-air. The thought almost made him laugh out loud.

“gohohohods thihis ihis tohohorture ahAHAHAHA!! Hannihihie! hyuhuhung! nohohoHOH—AHH!!”

A burning curiosity propelled Han to point his wand around where he assumed the puppy like boy's navel was. He was immediately rewarded with the loudest laughter he'd heard yet.

It felt like Minho’s electric toothbrush had come to life, buzzing mercilessly around his navel, it wasn't a feeling he'd experienced in years.

No matter how tightly Seungmin clamped his hands over the spot, the relentless ticklish sensations seemed to slip right through, making him writhe and scream with laughter.

"PLEHEHEHEHEASE PLEHEASE HAN I CAHAHAHAN'T AHAHAHAHAHA FAHAHAHA—"

Seungmin went ballistic, scream laughs echoing off the walls as his flailing grew weaker and more desperate.

"Should have considered that when you decided to pester me all semester hm? What, you aren't even gonna apologize to me yet you expect mercy?"

The poor boy couldn't even form words at this point, fragments of speech getting jumbled amongst long bouts of laughter. Seeing how desperate he was, Han decided to slow down.

He moved the top of the wand over to the boy’s neck, watching in fascination as the first tears escaped.

As Seungmin lay writhing on the floor, Han’s relentless tickling spell leaving him in a fit of helpless laughter, the door to the Gryffindor common room creaked open.

Changbin, drawn by the sounds of the chaos, peeked his head in. A slow grin spread across his face as he took in the scene: Seungmin’s desperate kicks, flushed face, and the bright squeals escaping his lips.

"Ah, Seungmin-ah, you look like you're having so much fun," Changbin drawled, stepping fully into the room and leaning against the wall.

His smirk grew as Seungmin glared weakly at him through watery eyes. "Maybe we should invite Professor McGonagall to watch."

"NO! Ahahahare youhu ihihinsAHAHAne?! GeHEHEt lohohost, youhUHU IDIHIHIOT!!" Seungmin cried, his voice strained with laughter, his legs still kicking helplessly as Han’s spell refused to relent.

The tickles came about in waves as the older toyed with him, twirling his wand lazily, almost as though he were bored.

Hyunjin followed behind Changbin, arms crossed and shaking his head in mock pity.

"We should have recorded this," he taunted, chuckling as he observed Seungmin’s feeble attempts to fend off Han’s magic. "Puppy’s first Hogwarts meltdown."

"ShuHUHUhut... HAHAHAHA... uhup!" Seungmin wheezed between giggles, but the boys only laughed harder.

Dissolving into incoherence, his laughter ringing through the Gryffindor common room.

“ahaHAHAHAHA SAHAHA—sorry iHI’M soHOHOrry!! nahAHAHAHA PLEHEASE!!”

“Sorry won’t cut it Seungmin-ah. I want to see you suffer~” Han flicked the wand, upping the intensity of the tickles, relishing in the way Minnie’s body shook with laughter.

He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if they all cast the same magic on the pup, seeing how much his single spell was already affecting him...maybe the boy actually wouldn't survive. It would probably be torture.

Not entirely undeserving though it might cross some lines. So, for now, it was off the table.

Instead, he turned his attention back to the cackling mess on the floor, reveling in the teary pleas he got and after 20 straight minutes of it, he let up.

Seungmin slumped to the floor, his body trembling from the lingering ticklish sensations.

Gasping for air, he shot a weak, watery glare at Han, cheeks burning red from embarrassment.

The sight pulled a genuine laugh out of Han. Seungmin looked adorable like this; messy hair, crooked glasses, flushed cheeks and nothing sarcastic to say for once.

“What’re you laughing at?” Seungmin grumbled, his voice cracking embarrassingly, which only made him blush harder.

Han only laughed louder at that, moving to help him up and fetch some water. "Here, drink this. It'll make your throat feel better."

Seungmin reluctantly accepted the bottle, a sulky 'thanks' leaving his lips as he turned away from Han.

"Wow you are crazy sensitive. I tried this spell on a friend of mine (poor unwilling Minho) but even he didn't laugh as loud as you did. Must be a special talent of yours."

Seungmin choked at the words, folding over as coughs wracked his body. "Shut the hell up!" He yelled, throwing the now empty bottle at Han before picking up his wand and running off, leaving the older smirking after him.

Han had already cast a tiny spell on him, and as Seungmin stumbled and wiggled down the hallway, he couldn’t help the sudden bursts of laughter that escaped.

His legs buckled mid-step, sending him tripping and giggling as he shot Han a glare over his shoulder, the sound of his helpless giggles echoing down the hallway.

‘I hate you’ mouthed, eyes widening when Han quirked a brow and raised his wand again. Seungmin poked his tongue out, his frown dissolving into a smile as another burst set of at his neck.

All day long, the spell kept Minnie on edge, sending bursts of ticklish sensations at the worst possible moments, ensuring Seungmin’s day was filled with giggles—much to Han’s (and the other victims of Seungmin’s) amusement.

Suddenly their shared classes didn’t seem all that bad—especially when Seungmin had to read aloud in Charms class.

The professor, oblivious to the subtle flicks of Han’s wand, watched in confusion as Seungmin’s voice wavered between his words, muted squeals mixing with his words as his body wriggled uncontrollably.

The classroom erupted in laughter as the poor puppy tried, and failed, to hide his giggles while attempting  the simplest spell.

Even Hyunjin, who had initially been on the fence about the spell, couldn’t suppress his grin as Seungmin let out another helpless shriek.

"This is better than Quidditch," he muttered, earning a snort from Changbin.

[hearted-anon]

A battle you can’t win

Words: 2408

Note: for @jungwon-is-the-one

T/w: rough tickles are the maknae line, pinning in the maknae line

Lee: Know

Ler(s): Skz

Lee Know whined on the couch like a punched kitten, hissing when Chan tried to lift him up. He had been cooped up in his den, as always, the entire day and had been told to get out and do something ‘productive’. He was more than sure that sleeping all day was good enough with their upcoming comeback, he felt more than targeted. The leader sighed, running a hand through the younger’s hair in an attempt to coax him; till he thought of a perfect idea.

“How about we play rock, paper, scissors? If you win, I let you go back, if you lose, you’ll be stuck with me~” Just as Minho was about to protest, he was met with shining puppy eyes from the older, a hand that began to tug on his sleeve. His eyes widened, was Chan really going these lengths just for him? Reluctantly, he agreed, unable to resist the charm of the leader’s puppy eyes, who practically tackled him at the agreement. Groaning, he accepted the hug nonetheless, pondering how he got such a puppy of a leader.

“Okay! Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! …Oh Min~” As they both casted their choice at lightning speed, Minho’s turned to be a paper, whilst Chris had chosen scissors, deeming Minho an unfortunate loser to this game. Staring at the loss in shock, he didn’t have time to react when fingers began to dance along his sides, making him squeal and recoil. The same cute pout was now replaced with a mischievous grin, the wolf crawling over ever so menacingly.

“N-No! Get away from ME! Hyuhuhung!” Lee Know let out a shriek when Chris pounced regardless, squeezing the muscles on his stomach that had been gained with their new comeback. Deep chuckles began to flow from him, gripping onto the producer’s fingers tightly but didn’t push them away; he trusted his hyung lots to know where and where not to go on days like these.

“Yes? Do you need something?” Chan feigned innocence, continuing his gentle assault as he relished in that rich laughter. If he could buy it, it would’ve been sold out everywhere by now, pinching up and down his sides to hear a soft snort; he needed to wreck both him and Changbin some time, or maybe add Jisung into the mix..The cat beneath him squirmed on the bed, a soft red blush blooming on his cheeks from the sensations.

“I-It reheheally tihihickles!” He whined again, flopping on the bed like a fish out of water, causing Chan to coo at him all the more; how unfair. Eventually, the leader was getting a bit bored at being gentle with him, but it was clear he wasn’t in the mood for getting rough tickles from him. Fun was one thing, boundaries were another; and with Lee Know a very, very thin line separated them, probably why he was more to tickling than tickled.

Grabbing him up like a potato sack, Chris brought him over to the living room, where the members were chatting up a storm. Seeing the kitten being brought out like he was punished made their faces light up, immediately making room for both Chan and Minho. Ruffling his hair, the leader muttered a word of reassurance into his ear, squeezing his hand to ask if he was alright with it; Minho squeezed back almost instantly.

“We’re playing rock, paper, scissors. If he wins, you can’t tickle him, but if he loses, you get the drill.” Chan explained, causing a ruckus to emit among the members. Six teasing grins flashed his way, making Minho whimper as he hid away into Chan’s chest, much too embarrassed about what was happening. Frowning, the older pulled him out by the back of his neck, seeing how upset he seemed to be.

“It’s okay, Changbin’s first, alright? I promise he’ll be gentle, right Changbin?” Chan comforted the poor cat, putting emphasis on the last two words as his gaze pierced the rapper, not stern, but more of a smirk that appeared on his face. The dwaekki squeaked, nodding aggressively in agreement; he wouldn’t want to know what would happen if he dared to break that rule. Walking over, the younger placed a hand on Minho’s fist, signalling to start.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! You lost, but I’ll be gentle.” This time, Lee Know had placed rock, while Binnie chose paper; another loss, just great. Wrapping his arms around the cat from behind, his fingers simply traced around the hip bones that protruded out, extracting a soft snort from the older before his body trembling with giggles that bubbled up his throat.

“Chahahangbin! P-Plehehease!” Just as always, it was almost as if the dwaekki’s hands were coated with magic, able to coax the sweetest giggles out of anyone no matter how grumpy or feisty they were towards him. Humming a soft tune in response, the younger placed his forehead against Minho’s neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps to arise before placing a tender kiss to it, sending a shock down his spine.

“Nohoho! N-Noho kisses!” He babbled, scrunching his shoulders up with giggles as Changbin’s lips brushed ever so tenderly on the nape of his neck, squirming when fingers pinched his hips. Even the members were stunned at how easily Changbin reduced Lee Know to a giggling, squeaking mess without putting in much effort, watching the red on his face darken.

“No? You wanna give Hyunjin a try then?” Changbin inquired with genuine curiosity, nuzzling his nose against the smooth skin that earned a tiny squeak. Nodding his head, a breathlessly snickering Lee Know was finally left alone to catch a small breather, slumping onto the couch from Changbin’s attack, albeit it not being enough to drive him to insanity. As he raised his head, he was met with a ferret practically examining the cat, fist already out in excitement.

“Shoot- I lost?” Hyunjin whimpered with a frown, having held out scissors while Minho held out a fist for a rock; he had finally won something! But as he watched the glow in the artist’s eyes glow dimmer, a wave of guilt crashed onto him, he was sure Hyunjin had been waiting for forever to even get close to the feisty cat he called a hyung. Wrapping the dancer’s arms around his own waist, he was silent; but the squeal of happiness from behind was all he needed to know.

“Mmmhmm..h-hyune..” Minho pursed his lips together when slender fingers pressed right into his ribs, one by one in a tantalising manner. Even then, the artist was more than determined to extract that laughter from him, he might have been wrecked one too many times by the dancer to be considered even a tickle fight anymore; obviously he’d jump at anything that even hinted at the form of revenge.

“Hm?” Hyunjin hummed, raising an eyebrow behind him, squeezing the fat that laid at the sides of his ribs, getting a shriek in response. Rich laughter escaped his lips, bending over the couch in a futile attempt to ward off the fingers, but being as agile as they were, he easily managed to slip back to the older’s ribs, kneading like it was a batch of bread dough.

“Nahaha! S-Stohohop!” Minho pleaded, pushing desperately at the fingers that were practically glued on targeting his ribs, internally wondering why everyone was so soft with him. Almost instantly, the fingers backed off from his body, leaving him barren as his giggles cut awkwardly. Staring at the group like a deer in headlights, two heads popped up to meet him, one brown, one blonde.

“We’re going together!” Felix chimed enthusiastically, making Lee Know much more confused than he was. Why had Hyunjin’s turn ended so early? Jisung waddled over to the cat’s lap quietly, laying his head up in his lap before shooting up a fist, challenging him to another game. Reluctantly, he had wished Hyunjin’s turn lasted just a bit longer, missing the gentle touch already. Maybe he should go see Hyunibini some time…

“..shoot! We won hyung, c’mere~” Placing another fist in turn to Jisung’s initial move, he was met with an open hand that almost instantly caught his. Lee Know barely had time to even react before a chick pounced onto his back, dragging his arms above his head while the quokka seated himself on the cat’s thighs. Unexpecting of the sudden switch in demeanour, he shook his head rapidly with nervous giggling, squealing when Felix sat onto his hands.

“H-Hahahve mercy- AHAHAH!” Minho was immediately thrown into cackles as Felix brought his tiny fingers down to the outstretched armpits that were staring at him, grabbing them slightly roughly before kneading into the squishy centre. The oldest of the trio tossed his head back, mouth wide open as it spilled with hysterical laughter.

“We’ve given enough of that, the three previous people had no fun~” Jisung teased slowly, bringing his hands to massage into the dips of Minho’s hips, earning a panicked scream of laughter. He twisted, squirmed, begged under the sunshines, but got not an ounce of mercy. All he could do was, laugh, laugh…and keep laughing.

“GUHUHUYS! PLEA- PLEAHAHAHASE!” Despite being the most composed of the hyung line when it came to losing composure when being tickled so intensely, he was no match for the evil maknae line, and he hadn’t even gotten to Seungmin and Jeongin yet! The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Meanwhile, the brownie boy was having the time of his life, whispering tiny little compliments like ‘your smile’s so cute!’ or ‘cackling so loudly might attract more tickles~’, making his entire face turn into a real bucket of red paint.

“Please? Please continue to wreck you to pieces? Gladly!” Han clapped with a wide gummy smile, moving his fingers up to the older’s v-line before submerging his fingers in deeply, vibrating as quickly as he could. The members were not prepared for the absolute scream that Lee Know let out in ticklish agony, bucking his hips aggressively to try and toss the quokka off balance; of course it didn’t work.

“OHOHO MY GAD! MAHAHAKE IT STOHOHOP!” The dancer begged again, pulling at his restrained limbs in a fruitless attempt to block out the four hands roaming his body. After what felt like hours of endless torture, or rather a minute, the sunshines let up on their ruthless attack, watching as tears of mirth were already in the corner of the bunny’s eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. Rushing over, Felix gave Minho the biggest hug he could muster while Jisung wiped away the tiny tears, both of them apologising like they had killed him. Flustered, Lee Know could only give out a small ‘it’s okay’, unable to comprehend the amount of sweet actions from the sunshines.

“My turn, watch me win.” Seungmin scoffed, albeit having a small smirk on his face. Minho almost instantly regained his stoic yet competitive nature, narrowing his eyes at the puppy. If anything, he had to win against Seungmin, whether it meant sacrificing his entire dignity for this. Both of them placed their fists next to each other, like a duel of the Wild West. Finally, casting their choice, it turned out to be…

“Damn it.” Seungmin grumbled, having tossed out scissors while Minho had another rock in his hands. Letting out a cheer of victory while the younger jeered, the dancer pulled the whiny pup in for a hug, giving him a noogie before the maknae flashed a dimple of complete evil. Having been his overconfident self, he tossed out another fist, to be held by a paper of a hand by the fox.

“Get him!” The maknae yelled like a war cry, before the vocalist he once held in his arms pushed him onto the carpeted floor like some sort of training dummy, straddling his hips while Innie sat comfortably on his ankles. The members surrounding snickered in mischievousness, watching the two excited maknaes’ have their way with the feisty cat.

“Noho yohou brats- STAHAHAP!” He was tossed back into another round of frantic hysterics as fingers dug into his thighs, crawling over the smooth surface like tiny spiders; his bet was Seungmin, who had his back facing the dancer. A frenzied wail came from him when he felt long but blunt nails scrape up and down his arches menacingly, internally cursing the maknae of the group.

“Excuse me? What did you just call us?” Seungmin sneered, raising an eyebrow at the lighthearted insult. Vocalracha paused in their movements as their gaze pierced through a now very nervous Lino, who had no luck in scrambling away as he shrank under their gaze meekly. He couldn’t even get a ‘sorry’ out, having zero room to speak when the maknaes’ fingers descended back onto his legs, earning a howl of laughter.

“ARGHAHAHAHA! I-I’M SOHOHORRY!” Minho wails, just when Seungmin’s fingers find his inner thighs, pinching and scratching up the skin tantalisingly while Jeongin peels back the toes of his right foot, before scribbling at his toes and the skin underneath. The dancer arched in back in desperate laughter, pounding on the puppy’s back to no avail, his feet going nowhere.

“Sorry for what?” The fox inquired with a taunting smirk on his face that the oldest of the trio couldn’t see, moving his fingers back to scratching roughly on the arches of both feet, earning another loud scream. He was pulling at Seungmin at this point, where he just rocked back and forth like a swing; but his fingers didn’t move from Lino’s thighs, proving to be useless.

“C-CAHAHALLING YOHOHOU BOTH BRAHAHATS! STAP!” Lee Know yawped, before his voice gave out, tears of mirth streaming down his face. The vocalists released their hold on the dancer’s legs, watching him deflate and melt into the floor like a popped balloon. The group crowded around the tired cat, pulling him for a big cuddle while they whispered sweet nothings, rubbed his cheeks to get rid of the tears, and massaged his sore body from the rough sensations. Minho simply soaked in the attention like a sponge would, his entire face to his neck thoroughly heated up into a deep shade of red.

As they passed out quietly in the living room, the following day came with a very loud announcement of a certain bunny in a mood as booming laughter sounded throughout the dorms once more.

[rosie-n-oncie]

what are your favorite foods?

Mine personally is my mothers Røkelaks! Which is essentially just smoked salmon. I’d cook it myself but I’m no good at cooking.

Uh, that’s a hard one—I like my breakfast meal I typically make but I’m also a fan of Garlic Knots—when me and my brothers were closer we’d make them with our mom…those were…nice times.

[thclioness]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ perhaps a better world's in bloom ⋆·˚

[aviso de conteúdo: Esse pov fala um pouco sobre luto, não tem nada explicito, é mais melancólico que qualquer outra coisa, mas achei de bom tom avisar. Se você quiser ler só a parte que de fato importa pro plot é a partir do paragrafo que começa com Bastet, eu deixei em negrito e vermelhinho pra facilitar encontrar. Beijos no coração e se cuidem!]

A brisa do mar beijava o rosto dela, o ar salgado fazia seus cabelos dançarem de forma desordenada e sob seus pés descalços sentiam as pedras arredondadas da praia enquanto caminhava com suas vestes noturnas, apesar da claridade de uma manhã sem nuvens. O cenário era pacifico e silencioso, em seu coração sabia que era a praia próxima à academia, ainda assim não reconhecia o local como de costume. As bordas da paisagem estavam borradas, como se todas as praias que ela já tinha visitado se unissem em uma.

Briana seguiu sua caminhada a beira mar, reconhecendo o caminho e para onde ele a levava, mesmo nunca estando ali antes. Um pássaro pairava no ar e ela sorriu, reconhecendo o símbolo de sua família, sua mente retornou para o passado, quando corria pelos corredores de Agni Hill, descendo até a praia para ver os pássaros chegando para montar seus ninhos durante a primavera. O ritual dos albatrozes sempre a fascinaram quando criança, a dança com os parceiros de uma vida toda, a construção dos ninhos, o contentamento de um amor eterno, quando era uma garotinha ela sonhava em um casamento como aquele, como o de seus pais. 

Aquele sonho já havia morrido, e as lembranças póstumas apenas reabriram uma ferida há muito cicatrizada. Continuou caminhando, sentindo a areia quente entre os dedos, permitindo o coração de se abrir para a saudade que sentia de casa, o sal no ar que refrescava a sua pele como apenas as praias em Aithne conseguiam. Se permitiu conjurar o som do riso fácil das gêmeas, as explicações prolixas de Callum sobre uma nova classe de insetos que descobriu, o olhar caloroso de sua mãe, a presença silenciosa e confortável de seu pai. Quando as lágrimas ameaçaram rolar por seus olhos, ao chegar perto demais de memórias dolorosas, pois jamais seriam vividas novamente, viu a deusa sentada graciosamente na areia, como se fosse seu trono.

— Então escolhemos o caminho da dor dessa vez, ao que parece. — Falou como se encontrasse uma velha amiga, a qual a exigência de cumprimentos formais era supérflua. O laço entre Bastet e Briana era profundo, íntimo e inquebrável, parecia bobo se preocupar com cortesias vazias. “Às vezes você precisa ser lembrada do que realmente importa, minha criança. Você precisa se livrar do rancor, e entender que a sua dor é apenas amor transbordando, sem saber para onde ir. Você deveria ir para casa. Eles sentem a sua falta.” A voz da deusa era suave e etérea, abraçando-a por completo, como se viesse de dentro dela. Suas lágrimas rolaram, sem qualquer restrição ou decoro. — Talvez no aniversário do Callum. Ele parece estar empolgado, se suas cartas são algum indício. Na última que recebi ele mandou uma borboleta azul enquadrada. 

A deusa riu melodicamente, o som era majestoso e ecoava pela praia, mas seus lábios de gato não se moviam. “Ele é uma criança adorável.” Briana concordou com a cabeça, porque sim, seu irmão era uma criança adorável, e seria um senhor do fogo tão generoso quanto o seu pai. — Está tudo bem em casa? Não é por isso que você está aqui né? — Seu coração apertou, lembrando-se da primeira vez que havia sonhado com a deusa. A primeira a lhe dar a notícia da morte de Ariana, e quem a acalentou enquanto chorava, até acordar sobre as fronhas encharcadas com lágrimas e seu coração com um espaço vazio que jamais voltaria a ser preenchido. 

Bastet negou com a cabeça, acalmando seus medos. “Tudo está bem em Aithne.”  afirmou de forma decisiva, silenciando os medos de Briana que começavam afastá-la do momento. “Meu assunto de hoje também é sobre família, de certa forma. Mas não a sua, minha criança, talvez união seja uma descrição mais apropriada. Deixe seu coração ficar em paz, venha, vamos caminhar.”

Os passos as afastam da praia, a areia fofa se tornando terra úmida, a brisa do mar dando lugar ao bosque como se tivessem atravessado uma porta. Com as sobrancelhas franzidas, Briana olhou para sua deusa em busca de respostas e ela apenas indicou que seguisse o caminho indicado. — Nós estamos em… — a pergunta morreu em sua garganta quando chegaram até a clareira, a deusa apenas afirmou com a cabeça, parando no limiar entre o bosque e o campo, como se não pudesse passar dali. O ar estava pesado e quente, como se estivesse prestes a cair uma tempestade. — Bom, não é atoa que os militares estão de mal humor o tempo todo. Esse lugar é tenebroso! — Eldrathor era vazio de todo o calor e conforto aos quais estava acostumada.

Briana olhou para a relva sob seus pés, verde como em todos os outros lugares em que já esteve, e deu uma risadinha para si mesma. Ao dar o primeiro passo para dentro da clareira, ela esperou por algo grandioso acontecer.  Quando não foi atingida por um raio, rajada de fogo ou terremoto, sentiu-se segura para explorar mais o lugar. A paisagem contrastava com tudo o que conhecia e a estátua no centro do lugar quase a fazia sentir dó do pobre artista que tivera todo o seu trabalho consumido por plantas selvagens. Ela correu os dedos pelas runas encravadas na base da estátua.  “Não foram eles.” Briana voltou a olhar para onde a deusa havia  parado, sua imagem parecia ondular, como um reflexo em um espelho d’água, e ela soube que seu tempo estava acabando. — Não foram eles o que? Isso é sobre a pira sagrada? — Bastet concordou com a cabeça, sua imagem ondulando ainda mais. — É claro que não, alguém pensa isso de verdade? Eu temeria pelo futuro do império caso aqueles que são treinados para nos proteger fossem burros a esse ponto! — Briana riu, a ideia parecia ainda mais ridícula ao falar em voz alta, e a deusa a acompanhou. “Você deve dizer isso aos outros, querida.” Bastet ordenou antes de desaparecer em fumaça.

Quando o sonho continuou mesmo depois do desaparecimento da deusa, Briana aproveitou a oportunidade para explorar ainda mais a clareira. Afastou o musgo que cobria o rosto da estátua, tentando encontrar algum traço conhecido. As runas entalhadas a intrigava, eram como um caminho conhecido, que fazia uma curva inesperada e mudava o trajeto e o destino. Ela corria os dedos sobre os desenhos, tentando memorizá-los. Então uma explosão como fogos de artifício dourados aconteceu ao seu redor e ela acordou em seus lençóis macios e confortáveis da academia. Ela riu sozinha, satisfeita de que suas suspeitas estavam corretas. 

O céu do lado de fora começava a dar os primeiros sinais do raiar do sol, mas ela sabia que não voltaria a dormir. Voltou para a sua mesa em busca de um pedaço de papel ainda em branco para anotar as runas que ainda se lembrava. As coisas estão prestes a ficar mais interessantes, pensou enquanto anotava os desenhos de seu sonho, sem saber muito bem se seriam uteis.

ooc: Se você quiser uma inter com a Bri falando sobre isso deixe um emoji de foguinho 🔥 nesse post, só não prometo que seja muito longa ou boa. Se quiserem só meter um "Briana falou que..." nas inters que vocês já tem por aí, mesmo sem ter interagido com ela pode ficar a vontade, porque como a querida é agente do caos ela provavelmente saiu cantando EU AVISEI pelos corredores, como quem ganhou um bolão da copa.

[whatiwishfanfiction]

Chapter 15 is up

GUYS, THERE'S ONLY ONE CHAPTER AFTER THIS! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S COME SO FAR!

Excerpt (here I attempted to insert more logic into why the seed was never planted earlier and the Lorax didn't help or create more):

A thunderous crack interrupted his thoughts. It was louder than bulldozers, like when the factory had collapsed, but more formidable and extraordinary, a sound Once-ler could never forget, that he heard every night in his dreams.

He peeked between the boards, and, sure enough, the sky had the telltale purple hue and spiraling clouds that signaled the Lorax coming back to earth.

Brown mossy paws landed weightlessly upon the UNLESS stones, and a yellow mustache under glittering black eyes turned up to look at Once-ler.

“HELLO IN THERE!” the Lorax hollered. “Still taking care? Haven't said goodbye? You’ve yet to die?"

Once-ler didn't know what to say at first, but after spluttering for a few moments, settled on: "Well, FINALLY! Where were you this whole time? Let me out so we can plant more trees already! We need to get a head start straightening out this mess, it's gonna take a loooong time to fix!"

The Lorax held up his hands. "Calm down, I can only create one seed every hundred years. And they can only be planted under certain circumstances, I fear. Seeds (and trees, for that matter) ain't cheap consumerist stuff. Unlike Thneeds, creating living things at will is tough."

He walked up to the Lerkim, and did something Once-ler couldn't see to the lock. Perhaps he had created a cheap consumerist key, but, in any case, a clink told him the chain had finally fallen away.

Once-ler slammed his full weight against the door and tumbled out.

"Sorry it took so long, but do you know what went wrong?" said the Lorax, waiting for him to straighten himself as much as he could—Once-ler's crooked spine had been bent too many times to ever go back to normal. "I can only stay in the valley as long as the animals or trees that I protect are in it. Right now a swomee-swan is passing through for a minute."

"Right, well, anyway, we need to plant this!" Once-ler held up the seed he'd protected in the Lerkim for ten years.

The Lorax sighed. "The time still isn't right, that’s why I put up such a fight," he said. "My point, if you’d heard my pleas��is that Truffula Trees don’t sprout with ease. The good news is," he said to Once-ler's dejected expression, "that if you get one to grow, then soon you’ll see—a bloom of others follows naturally; it's like one's the mother, that hundreds of babies spring around. Plus they can clean up the air, the water, and ground—planting Truffula Trees is the first step to restore and  bring this place back to how it was before."

"Okay. So… When can we plant it?"

"We?" asked the Lorax. "There’s nothing I can do. I can't stay here, so it's up to you. And you're gonna be too old to plant it yourself in forty-eight years. When the time comes, you’re gonna need help out here. You're gonna need to give the seed to someone else. Explain what to do and pray that they’ll help. Tell them the story and the instructions I’ll leave on the stones… I have to go, I feel something slipping away in my bones. The swomee-swan is trying to get out of here fast. Goodbye, if you don’t succeed, these words might be our last."

"Wait—"

But the Lorax was positioned on the UNLESS stones, his hand pinching his fur. "Your job now is to spread the word about the seed. Until you find someone willing to do the deed. It's time to live up to your name and not keep making the same mistake. Actions have consequences, so stay awake. At a certain point you can't take your choices back. Only encourage others to stay on a better track. Just remember," he said, "Unless someone cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not."

[maysa008]

🍇> Headcanons para personagens de My Little Pony como sua irmã mais velha. 🧸

FLUFF/SFW🌷

Twilight Sparkle 📖

Twilight e uma irmã mais velha dedicada, preocupada e bastante sábia, costuma ser uma ótima conselheira em sua vida e ajuda bastante você com seus estudos desde muito novinha, logo quando s/n era um bebê no berço a princesa Twilight já estava lhe ensinando a ler e compreender assuntos básicos. A mesma pode te levar consigo para algumas caminhadas e passeios por equestria, todas as suas amigas puderam te conhecer após algum tempinho. Twilight e um pouco ciumenta como irmã mais velha, sua responsabilidade sobre você a torna protetora com qualquer pônei, suas amigas são uma excessão e claro...mas ainda assim ela esta com um pouco de ciúmes por qualquer aproximação.

Pinkie pie 🥳

Pinkie pie e a irmã mais velha extremamente hiperativa e energetica, desde seu nascimento ela já fazia palhaçadas ao redor do berço para faze-lo(a) sorrir e gargalhar com suas bobagens, sua boca não lhe permite ficar quieta então todos os pôneis de ponyville já sabem de sua existência, Pinkie praticamente e seu bobo da corte pessoal desde pequenino(a). Você esta chorando? Não chore, sua irmã mais velha esta aqui para te divertir e cair de propósito para lhe render algumas risadas. Foi mal em alguma coisa importante que fez naquele dia? Estas coisas acontecem! Na próxima tentativa tenha certeza de que a pônei rosa estará te apoiando e gritando para você! Levou alguma bronca de seus pais? Venha brincar de esconde esconde com Pinkie para se distrair. ♡

Fluttershy 🐇

Fluttershy como uma irmã mais velha costuma ser bastante calma, cuidadosa e maternal, ela sente uma extrema vontade de lhe guardar em suas asas e proteger seu (sua) s/n para o resto de sua vida. Os pôneis de Ponyville mal sabiam da existência de uma irmã mais nova na vida de Fluttershy, ela não contou para ninguém por timidez e preferiu guardar isto para si mesma, suas próprias amigas descobriram após um bom tempo e ficaram surpresas pela aparição repentina de um pequeno pônei na casa da Flutter. A relação de vocês duas e basicamente de uma mãe e uma filha, sua irmã mais velha lhe ajudando em todas as atividades escolares, lhe apresentando um novo animal de estimação para ensinar sobre cuidados ao próximo, contando histórias de bebê e cantarolando músicas de ninar.

Rainbow Dash 🌈

GIF de Derpibooru

Rainbow Dash e a irmã radical que vai lhe ensinar esportes desde muito nova, não costuma ser muito responsável mas seu amor fraternal e grande, ela só não vai admitir isto para você por vergonha. Então ela vai te carregar em seu dorso e voar pelo céu o mais rápido que puder para impressiona-la e faze-la se divertir em sua presença, Rainbow também vai fazer arco-íris pelas nuvens para que s/n possa observar com grandes olhos chocados. Rainbow fez questão de segurar sua irmã mais nova e se exibir para os outros pôneis de suas capacidades radicais para alguém tão pequenino(a). Algumas brigas podem surgir aqui e ali com frequência por discordâncias ou opiniões diferentes sobre algo, mas no final as coisas se resolvem de maneira madura.

Apple Jack 🍎

Pense nesta relação como a relação de Apple Jack e Apple bloom. Agora que Apple Jack tem duas irmãs mais novas terá mais trabalho a fazer, coisas amigáveis acontecem como competições simples, brincadeiras juntas na lama, pegando maçãs das árvores com a ajuda de sua irmã mais velha lhe segurando para o alto e pegadinhas com membros da família. Apple está te defendendo de tudo e qualquer coisa, seu instinto de sinceridade não lhe permite mentir sua preocupação contigo, então ela vai dizer o porquê esta lhe protegendo seja qual for o motivo, ela pode pensar que para a sua idade e apenas frágil e pode se machucar com qualquer coisa, então se precisar de qualquer ajuda de alguém competente e forte chame Apple!

Rarity 🌟

Rarity e o tipo de irmã mais velha que gosta de te mimar a todo custo, costura roupas bonitas para você, compra comidas gostosas de seu gosto, faz maquiagem e noites de hidratação para pele, novelas bobas cliches todas as noites para a aproximação de vocês duas, diferentes penteados para o cabelo de cada uma, relaxamento da tarde bebendo uma bebida gelada em um dia quente enquanto fofocam sobre algumas coisas de seus dias. Quando Rarity esta fora para aventuras com suas amigas uma babá substitui seu lugar por tempo temporário. Sua irmã mais velha nunca a deixaria jogada para trás, ela esta lhe supervisionando de longe ou perguntando a babá se esta tudo sobre controle. Sua magia lhe permite animar s/n fazendo objetos voarem ou pegando coisas necessárias sem precisar andar até especifico local.

[minnielvrr]

Prettiest Flower

Lee: Changbin Lers: Hyunjin, Felix Word Count: 1k

A/N: Sorry if this is crap, I wrote this purely to blow off some stress😭😖 *NOT PROOFREAD*

“Hyung you’ve gotten SO strong now,” Felix gushed, massaging Binnie’s thick arms. It was becoming a habit for the younger now, a natural part of his daily routine. “Jinnie, doesn’t hyung look gorgeous?” He turned to the artist who was lounging on the opposite bed.

“Hyung always looks beautiful…” Hyunjin agreed, a lazy smirk appearing on his plush lips, making Binnie blush shyly under their attention.

“But Lix, do you know when our dear dwaekki looks best?”

Hyunjin was now standing in front of the two. He suddenly reached out a hand and clawed at Bin’s tummy. “Yahaha! Nohoho, nohot thihihis.” The cute dwaekki flinched back, his tummy too sensitive to handle the sudden tickling.

“Oh you are so right Jinnie!” Cue another pair of hands joining in at his sides making Changbin squeal, melting back onto the mattress in a puddle of bubbly, musical giggles.

“Hyungie, you’ll keep your hands here for us, right?” Hyunjin coaxed sweetly, moving Bin’s arms to lay over his head and the older blushed furiously. The two had gone from flirting to complimenting to tickling him in the snap of a finger and it was way too flustering.

He averted his eyes but still nodded, moving his hands to cover his face when the duo cooed at his cuteness. Binnie’s heart raced in his chest when they made themselves comfortable on either side of him.

“You're like a flower hyung,” Felix remarked, staring at him. “Hm how so?”

“You practically bloom when you get a compliment and it's the cutest thing ever.“ “Nohoho Ihihi doHOhon’t!!” Binnie howled, flailing around when hands made their way to the sides of his chest and clawed at the sensitive skin. His hands almost snapped back down at that, only barely managing to tangle them in his hair. He wanted to do as Hyunjin had asked him.

“Are you lying to us now hyungie?” Felix fake cried. “Fine then, I guess we’ll just have to prove it to him, right Lix?” Felix smiled wide at that, nodding happily as he scattered pokes all over Binnie’s torso, scribbling at random spots that had the rapper jolting with a little squeak each time.

“Gosh, you're so ticklish hyung!” Lix exclaimed, curiously digging into Binnie’s waist, finding that the lower he went, the louder Binnie’s giggles got. Smirking to himself, he did just that, moving his hands to squeeze at his hips.

“NO! Nohohoho Fehehelihix, Felix please plehease, anywhehehere but thehere!!” But the chick had his mind set on the spot. Binnie’s feet skidded on the mattress as his whole body lurched to the side. The ticklish rapper’s hands that he had so obediently kept up until now, whipped down to protect himself as the two evil kids tickled him to pieces.

He just could never handle upper rib tickles, let alone that combined with hip tickles. They were too damn ticklish. But Hyunjin and Felix kept up their attack, following Binnie wherever he went, relentless in their pursuit.

“Awww, you're so ticklish here. I found a good spot, didn't I?” “Yehehes! Yehes ahahahahah…” Changbin nodded his head fervently, rosy cheeks and a wide smile adorning his face.

Felix giggled at the sight, grabbing onto the older’s waist, throwing his tank top up and blowing a loud raspberry right in the center of Binnie’s tummy. “Nononohohoho Yohohohongbok-ahahahahaha. Please! Nohohot that, not thaHAHAAHAAHA-”

His body arched up, only to come crashing down when Lix blew another raspberry, this time over his belly button as the chick’s fingers started kneading at his sides. The two laughed along with him, his cackles sounding so joyful as the cute dwaekki laughed and laughed and laughed.

“STAHAHAP, IHIHIT TIHICKLES SOHOHO MUHAHAHAHAHACH!” He shrieked out, hands pushing lightly at Lixie’s head and Jinnie’s hands to no avail. “Admit you’re the prettiest flower Binnie hyung. Maybe we’ll consider sparing you.” Hyunjin taunted, moving his hands up to Bin’s armpits to give him some chance at coherence.

“Buhut Ihihihim NOHOT!” That earned him rougher tickles from the two fairies, who were determined to makes sure Binnie knew how adorable he was. Jinnie’s hands went back to his upper ribs and drilled in. Lixie followed, slipping his pinky in Bin’s navel and wiggling around while he pressed his lips to the poor lee’s waist and nibbled. Changbin screamed. The sudden intensity made his made him feel like he was going crazy.

“There’s only one way to stop this hyungie~~ You know what you need to do.” The rapper shook his head wildly, hysterical cackles seemed to be the only sound the dwaekki could make as he twisted around, trying to roll away unsuccessfully.

Finally, mustering up every bit of willpower he had, he gave in. “FAHAHAINE! OHOHOKAHAY IHIM THE PREHEHETTIEST FLOWER! NOW STOHOP PLEASE!!” His breathless plea was accepted.

Felix gently cleaned Binnie’s pink tummy, while Hyunjin carded a hand through the rapper’s hair, brushing away the disheveled mess that it had become. Binnie was heaving, little gasps and giggles still flowing from his lips like music.

Once he’s caught his breath, he sneakily exchanged smirks with Felix and the two pounced on an unsuspecting Hyunjin. The artist squealed when he was wrestled onto the bed, shaking his head nervously, giggles already free flowing from smiling lips.

"You didn't think there wouldn't be any consequences did you? You're next Lix." Binnie added when the chick smiled smugly at the ferret.

He was quickly reduced to cackles, pleading and thrashing as hands roamed all over his torso, tickling his back, sides, ribs and underarms. As soon as they were done with the ferret, Lix got the same treatment, his loud screechy laughter bringing a concerned Chan running.

The trio cuddled all day like that, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other.

[hearted-anon]

Hello, I know you had like a lot of lee!changbin fics but I think you could create like a lee!Minho and ler!bangchan. Maybe Lee know could get a lee mood that progressively gets worse. And then goes to chan and like acts bratty to get like a punishment. I don't know honestly. I've never written so idk how hard it is. Good luck.

Here kitty kitty~

Words: 2k Note: AHH my first inbox! Sorry this took so long.. and lee know always looks so done with Chan.. cuties T/w: Use of tools, restraints, begging Lee: know Ler: Channie

Lee Know absolutely hated this feeling. The feeling of butterflies swarming his tummy, the way he would stamp his feet and giggle like a female high-schooler in those retro movies when he watched clips of him being tickled, seeing his bright smile that he was always quick to hide, he hated it.

And to say he absolutely despised lee moods were an understatement.

It started off as a weird tingling feeling on his body, not enough to hinder his performance but enough to make itself known. Then it progressively made its way basically everywhere, including his soul. It was tearing him apart, mentally and physically, jumping at every small touch his members would give, and scowling right after before storming off.

Worried the members tried their very best to reach out to no avail, only earning very harsh words that spewed from the bunny's mouth, telling them that it wasn't their business. It wasn't, but concerned frowns were all over their faces as Lee Know grew more secluded and solemn, as if he had made a cat den in his room at that point.

He scoured through the internet in his best attempts to find what kept him so flustered and so up at night, tired of ignoring his members as he didn't want to be so open about this weird new experience, and his eyes finally landed on exactly what he wanted. His heart dropped and his eyes widened, refreshing the page over and over again to clear his doubts as the words stared right back at him.

A lee mood..? Wanting to be tickled? That was ridiculous!

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking on his door, making him groan to his absolute dismay. Flinging open the door in his frustration, he was met with none other than Chan, who wore concern as if it was his clothing around him, a bag of something in his hands. He looked him up and done as if a judge, before letting the leader inside with no questions asked. The kangaroo gave a small but warm smile, melting the bunny's interior in less than a second.

"What's wrong? You've been quite moody recently..." The older started off hesitantly, waddling towards the dancer to cuddle him when he noticed that Minho curled towards himself in bed with a very obvious pout. The younger let out a shriek of surprise, only heightening his mood more as an more obvious flush than his pout made its way to his face.

When the bunny didn't respond, Chan only spiralled deeper into worry, searching his bag to pull out what looked like a cat toy. It had a feather attached at the end, making Minho wonder in confusion, and more of the other one where it made his mind turn to mush.

"I heard this is good for gentle therapy, or something, but please?" The oldest pleaded with what could be considered the cutest little puppy face Lee Know had ever seen, making him babble in protest before ultimately giving in, by that it meant lasting for ten seconds. He was too cute; and it was a terrifying weapon towards the members at times, most likely also not knowing what he was even talking about.

With consent finally in place, the younger shuddered when he felt the fluffy item run gently under his chin, making him bit his lip to hold down his giggles. He must've made quite the scene, as Chan soon enough let up when it barely hit the minute mark, staring at the dancer's cheeks in mischievousness that bloomed behind his worried expression.

"Lee Minho, does it perhaps...tickle to you?" Chan chuckled lowly, the Australian accent prominent through his soft laughter as his fingers that once wrapped the younger in a comforting embrace curled into his side, the other hand toying with the feather item right in front of his eyes. The oldest finally caught the gist of what was happening, and was going to finally lure the cat out of its den.

"S-Shut up, old man." Minho internally cursed himself for stammering, squeaking when he felt fingers press into his side. He curled himself into the leader, wanting to crawl back into his den after just gaining a sliver of hope dangled above him that his stupid mood would finally be solved. But when it was someone that teasing, someone who was going to do this to him? He would rather dig his own grave.

"Nah ah~ Not how you talk to your elders, and I think you need a little lesson, hm?" Chan tutted at the dancer's predicament, giggling along with him when he noticed the flustered smile plastered on his face when he brought the toy closer. Of course he never touched the dancer, he wanted him to beg, beg for his reward that wasn't going to come unfairly to him.

"That's why you're so old." The cat hissed, his scowl returning to hide the swarms of butterflies that made his tummy feel like he was going to ascend. The leader might've been his only hyung, but he was really going to risk it all before admitting that he wanted to be tickled silly. Unfortunately or fortunately, Chan took it as his last straw, pinning the bunny's wrists high above his head and tying it down with his belt, the leather surface against his wrists so it wouldn't hurt.

The cat, now forced to leave its shelter had his eyes widened, crumbling before Bangchan's eyes while his knees were turning to jelly. He tugged and pulled at the belt that restrained his arm, finally realising the consequences of his bratty behaviour. No matter to Chan, he was going to make him pay with laughter soon enough. The younger squealed again when the same cat toy made its comeback down his arms, curse himself for wearing a tank top today in courtesy of his mood.

He clamped down his lips hard enough to bleed, whimpering when the feather went a little bit too close to his armpit before trailing back up, shaking his head in the light, ticklish torture that he was forced to endure.

"Here kitty kitty~ Are you going to tell me what you want?" The older cooed sweetly, earning a not so very nice snap of insults through held back giggles from the dancer. The leader heaved a disappointed sigh, when would Minho realise that it wasn't wrong to feel this way? It'll be fine, he'll ensure that that's the only thing he'll remember by the end of this.

"ARGH! Hyuhuhung stop it!" Minho shrieked when his other arm was tortured with Chan's nails, manicured to perfection that trailed down his smooth skin slowly and delicately, making it tickle much more than it should've. Out came no response, only the soft trailing of the feather and his nails that always went to dip near his armpits just to leave. Eventually the older got bored, although the younger was practically writhing in agony of anticipation, he wanted more.

Lifting up the dancer's shirt, the trailed the toy around his belly button, his nails now drawing tiny hearts around the area with a knowing smirk on his face, awaiting the crack he was wanting the dancer to finally have.

"NO! P-Plehehease not this!" Minho begs, just wanting the stupid toy to finally dip into his navel, but nothing happened, and neither did Chan say anything. He just continued lazily tracing around his navel, leaving Lee Know to suffer in the anticipation that he brought upon himself.

"Fine! I'll beheheg! T...Tickle mehehe!" He finally caves, unable to take the gentle tracing anymore when they neared too close to his ribs, then down to his hips, then around his sides, but all of it was futile when his hands refused to move anywhere near the certain area, only focusing back onto his stomach eventually.

"The cat finally comes out of its den, how cute~" Chan taunts relentlessly, before putting the cat toy aside to rummage through his bag again. He came out with what looked like a hair brush, with the softest bristles ever. Minho gulped, he was so dead, he hoped his members had prepared his coffin in advance as the brush hovered over his tummy.

"I was going to brush your hair with this, but maybe I could give that stomach a cute little hairdo!" Obviously he was joking, it'd be another world if his tummy could grow hair. Lee Know shook his head, stamping his feet onto the bed as if it would save him from the leader's fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing in advance for the brush to finally torture his waist.

However, he was met with his throat tearing out a squeal when he felt lips attach to his stomach, blowing a long and loud raspberry onto it. There was no sign of the brush, only those torturous nails scribbling gently all over his bare armpits that drove him up the wall. How dare Chan trick the cat? What a bad person Minho thought, well through his cackles.

"GAHAHAH! NOHOHO!" He squealed out, pulling at his arms that didn't want to come down with the belt holding them up, his face starting to heat up if it wasn't red enough already. Again, silence, but only because the leader was busy with giving all the raspberries to that tummy, his hands switching to kneading right into the middle of his armpits, making Minho shriek and cackle with laughter that bounced off the walls.

"PLEHEHEHEASE! MERCY!" He pleads to no avail, only earning a low giggle that vibrated against his stomach, only tickling him more. He babbles for mercy when everything suddenly stops, only for the older to pull down his pants slightly to reveal his v-line that was staring back at Chan hungrily. Well maybe that brush wasn't going to be used, but he was dead.

"Minho, I'm hungry, would you care to make me food?" Chan asks mischievously, giving a chance for the younger to breathe, which he was grateful for as he sucked in as much air as he could.

"Y-Yes! Anything you want, just pleAHAHAHA HYUHUHUNG!" The moment the bunny nodded, thinking he would be finally let off the hook Chan went right for the exposed sliver of skin, nibbling and giving raspberries as rough as he could, his fingers kneading and vibrating into his inner thighs.

He was sent into another bout of loud hysterics, he felt so content, so overwhelmed but happy with the electrifying sensations that coursed through his body, digging his heels into the bed from the intense torture as he thrashed around in his grip. Arching his back, he couldn't do anything but that, crashing back into the bed soon after.

"Nah ah ah~ You wanted this, where do you think you're going?" The leader smiles innocently, as if he's not tearing the cat into pieces in this very moment. Silent laughter made his way down the dancer's cheeks, shaking his head as he felt like he was going to ascend, trying to close his legs shut together to no avail when the fingers didn't let up.

Tears soaked the pillow case, he had no idea how long it had been succumbing to the torture before he was let up, trembling in exhaustion and totally not with a side of happiness. His arms were released, but it felt like he was paralysed, every muscle in his body was not cooperating with him right now. He couldn't feel his legs, nor his arms, just take his whole body as a living lump that he couldn't feel anything anymore. What he could feel was a certain pair of arms embracing him though, pulling him in for a real cuddle this time.

"You're so....bahahad." Minho grumbled, pouting when the giggles wouldn't stop getting the best of him. Chan simply smiled, melting the dancer's heart when those eyes crinkled and his dimple showed through, making him forgive the leader in an instant. He felt his eyes droop when the brush that never got its chance to shine went through his hair, feeling his heart finally lift from its chains of being embarrassed.

Maybe next time he wouldn't be so embarrassed, as Chan pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

[rosie-n-oncie]

blue silhouette? let me guess, pronouns?

Is this some joke among the younger kids?

Uh anyways, my pronouns are He/Him

[missamyrisa2]

dear miss Amy, I’ve gotten obsessed with your blog so I come with an idea.

like playing and teasing out the royal pearl until it blooms and then give it a little kiss and rub with a makeup brush or paint brush but at the same time an electric toothbrush is in the lees bellybutton. It could be taped or held in place by a belt. And they just shiver and tingle while they giggle moan and enjoy themselves. What do you say miss. <3

you can answer however you want as the Lee or ler or just an observer with the idea

oooooh youuuu knowww how much I love the pearl pearl blooom~ it's soooo sweet and darlinggg to massage up the thighs with rubbing thumbs, exploring around for those hot spotssss and working them with endless light touches knowwwing how much it is sending the tingliesss up to the girly area~ knowwwing how much that pearl is just going to be itchinggg to volunteer for ticklesss~ and it's likeee soooo receptive to all the verbal praise tooo, just telling how cuuuute that lil button is, that clitty clitttyyy, how adorable those gigglesqueaks are~

And mmmhh yesss a hands-free tickle while the pearly craft is happening below sounds utterly delightful~~ I've experimented with putting feathers into the pantyline, having them held all snug there against either the ticklyyy royal area below, or poking up to that bouncy bellyyy ~ it's sooo teassy teasy to tickle someone in their cute undies and have those cute undies further the teases ~

The setup alone is just soooo delectably teasy tooo~ because I can just smirk and smile and tsk as I carefully position each feather and ensure they are properly pointed along a hot line of sensation ~ making sure one of course is the right length and style to get that bellybutton perfectly. Oh I'll have to test each feather first of course, wiggling the tip on the bellyyy before inserting it carefully and adjusting the undies as I hum away, and then readjust and oooh gotta try another feather~ mmhmm gotta get the right one~!

Once we're all finally set up~~ then it's time to start liiiightly rubbing and playing with that pearly to make it blooom sooo hard~ and naturally these open panties give me full access, and every thrash and squirm sets off those feathers, getting all the cutest tickles on that gigglebutton while I hum and merrily paint away on that rapidly stiffening pearlyyy ~

And it's just the sweetestttt gigglemoans from there ~ at least, until I get out my magic wand and start vibrating the pantyline and making those feathers dance~<33

[fatanivis]

Os deuses esquecidos parecem ter um interesse especial em BONNIE LITTLETON. Prole de CERES e LEGADO DE PSIQUÊ, pertencente à 4º COORTE, ela usou sua MANIPULAÇÃO DE FRIO para sobreviver à desafios durante seus 20 ANOS que teriam derrubado semideuses mais experientes. Os mortais dizem que se parece com SADIE SINK, mas deve ser apenas a Névoa os enganando.

BIO (você está aqui!) / CONNECTIONS / TASK / PLAYLIST / TRIVIA

PODER ATIVO: MANIPULAÇÃO DE FRIO — Bonnie possui a habilidade de controlar o frio ao seu redor, sendo capaz de congelar objetos com um simples toque e criar pequenos flocos de neve mesmo nos dias mais quentes. Seu poder não é apenas estético ou delicado, mas também pode ser devastador em combate, imobilizando inimigos, tornando superfícies escorregadias ou erguendo barreiras de gelo sólido. Ela tem uma conexão natural com o elemento e domina suas manifestações com precisão, como se o inverno fosse uma extensão de sua própria alma. No entanto, o preço dessa habilidade se reflete em sua pele, que permanece constantemente fria.

PODERES PASSIVOS: Adaptação Térmica, Comunicação com a Natureza, Resistência a Venenos, Comunicação com Animais de Fazenda & Conexão com o Solo.

ARMA: BLOOM & WITHER — Um par de foices gêmeas forjadas em ouro imperial, refinadas e letais, com lâminas curvas que parecem florescer e definhar conforme o movimento da batalha. Ricamente decoradas com entalhes de nuvens, pétalas e pequenas figuras de insetos, carregam uma beleza quase hipnótica, contrastando com a ferocidade de seu corte. Fora de combate, elas assumem a forma de anéis delicados, cada um com o formato de um inseto pousado no dedo indicador de cada mão.

HABILIDADE ANCESTRAL: LEITURA DE AURA — Como descendente direta de Psiquê, possui a rara capacidade de enxergar a aura das pessoas ao seu redor. As auras são manifestações sutis da alma, campos de energia que revelam emoções, intenções e traços profundos do ser interior. Cada cor, cada nuance e movimento carrega um significado, mas interpretar esses sinais exige sensibilidade, foco e prática. No momento, ela mal compreende a extensão de seu dom. As cores aparecem diante de seus olhos de forma espontânea e muitas vezes a confundem, como se estivesse tentando ler uma língua que ainda não aprendeu por completo.

Bonnie May Littleton veio ao mundo como resultado da improvável união entre uma deusa e um semideus. Filha de Ceres, senhora romana da agricultura, fertilidade e das estações, e de Baird Littleton, descendente de Psiquê e ex-alquimista de Asclépio, ela nasceu de um amor intenso e duradouro. Na Irlanda, os Littletons eram reverenciados como deuses da medicina: ricos, eruditos e, obviamente, todos com formação em Oxford. Eles tinham interesse apenas no bom e no melhor. Baird seguiu esse caminho ao deixar o Acampamento Meio-Sangue, após anos servindo como campista e heroi, e estabeleceu residência no Reino Unido, onde estudou para se tornar médico, manter vivo o legado da família e continuar seu trabalho como seguidor de Asclépio. Durante esse período, conheceu Ceres e, após dois anos de relacionamento, nasceu a pequena Bonnie. O motivo para esse romance era simples: Ceres havia se interessado pela forma como Baird dedicava sua vida a proteger os inocentes. Fossem semideuses, mortais, animais ou plantas, ele estava sempre colocando a própria segurança em risco, sem esperar nada em troca. Nem mesmo dinheiro, algo surpreendente vindo de um membro da família Littleton.

Logo após o nascimento da pequena semideusa, Ceres conjurou um jardim encantado em forma de labirinto ao redor da Mansão Bloomwood, residência ancestral dos Littleton nos Estados Unidos, como proteção contra os monstros que buscariam o cheiro da garota. Bonnie cresceu isolada do mundo, sob os cuidados atentos de Baird, que assumiu os papéis de tutor, guardião e único elo com o exterior. Era um pai atencioso, divertido e muito carinhoso, mas, por ser um semideus e um curandeiro, conhecia demais os perigos que a vida de heroi trazia. Por isso, se tornou extremamente superprotetor e nunca revelou à filha sua origem divina. Os anos formativos de Bonnie se desenrolaram em câmera lenta, pois tudo ao seu redor era cercado por muros floridos e antigos encantamentos, fazendo com que ela crescesse sem contato com o mundo mortal ou com outros semideuses.

Isso fez com que Bonnie crescesse imersa em um mar de tédio, e ela logo descobriu que não havia nada que detestasse mais. Por isso, para evitar ficar entediada, a garota mergulhava de cabeça em livros, séries, documentários, filmes e uma quantidade quase caótica de hobbies. Se interessava por um pouco de tudo: da jardinagem à moda, da culinária à escrita, passando pela botânica, o estudo de insetos, mitologia celta e cultura pop. Como não podia viver fora da mansão, encontrava refúgio assistindo a seriados sobre jovens, como Skins, One Tree Hill e outras séries teens. Esses universos se tornaram seu abrigo, e também sua forma de expressão, pois permitia que ela pudesse escrever fanfics e imaginar personagens, histórias e vidas completamente diferentes da sua. Porém, tudo mudou com a chegada de Constance Riddell, uma cantora famosa que se casou com Baird e trouxe um sopro de liberdade para dentro da mansão. Foi ela quem convenceu o marido a permitir que Bonnie estudasse em uma escola e começou a influenciar a mais nova a ser um pouco mais desobediente. Assim, a garota finalmente ingressou na Catherine Elliott School, uma das escolas mais prestigiadas do país.

No ambiente competitivo e monitorado da Catherine Elliott, Bonnie brilhou desde o primeiro instante. Sua confiança, o jeito elegante e refinado, a inteligência impressionante e o charme irresistível logo a tornaram uma das garotas mais populares da escola. Como era de se esperar, com seu ímpeto de fazer mil coisas ao mesmo tempo, ela ocupou todos os cargos possíveis: capitã das líderes de torcida, presidente do grêmio estudantil, representante em clubes acadêmicos e culturais, tudo isso enquanto mantinha um desempenho escolar impecável. Ganhou o apelido de Queen B por conta disso, além de despertar tanto admiração quanto inveja entre os colegas.

Foi numa noite de fuga, incentivada por sua mãe adotiva, que Bonnie decidiu que era hora de dar seu primeiro beijo. Tinha dezesseis anos e escolheu o garoto mais popular da escola para essa estreia. É claro que o encontro deu completamente errado,  o que ela já esperava, mas o que não imaginava era que a culpa seria dela. Algo despertou dentro de si no exato momento em que tentou beijá-lo, e o garoto acabou hospitalizado com sinais de hipotermia severa. Desesperada, Bonnie foi resgatada por seu pai, que então revelou a verdade: ela era filha da deusa das estações e havia herdado o poder do inverno. A revelação a aterrorizou. Descobrir que era capaz de congelar alguém com um simples toque a fez entrar em pânico. Desde então, passou a usar luvas e a evitar qualquer contato físico.

Entretanto, em vez de se afastar do mundo sobrenatural, aquilo apenas a empurrou ainda mais para dentro dele. Descobriu que seu pai também era filho de uma deusa e, além disso, ajudava outros semideuses feridos como curandeiro. É claro que logo passou a auxiliá-lo, combinando seus dons mágicos com o vasto conhecimento que vinha acumulando desde pequena. Ficou ainda mais obcecada por mitologia, monstros, feitiçaria e, principalmente, por fadas, já que desde criança tinha uma fixação por borboletas e agora sabia que vinha de sua conexão com sua avó, Psiquê. Desejava com todas as forças ir para o Acampamento Júpiter, onde poderia treinar, lutar e descobrir quem realmente era. Mas é claro que Baird sempre recusava seus pedidos, pois tinha medo do que poderia acontecer com sua filha preciosa. 

Com o passar do tempo, Bonnie passou a viver duas vidas. Pela manhã, era a estrela da escola,  envolvida com tudo e todos, admirada e invejada como a rainha da Catherine Elliott. À noite, se transformava em curandeira, aprendiz de magia e estudiosa dos horrores mitológicos, cada vez mais dedicada a desvendar os mistérios do oculto. Ao concluir o ensino médio, foi aceita por todas as universidades para as quais se inscreveu, incluindo três da Ivy League e o seu maior sonho, Oxford. Para comemorar, saiu com os amigos para uma festa na praia. Durante a celebração, dois monstros emergiram do mar e atacaram todos ali, incluindo seus amigos. Bonnie os enfrentou sozinha, seu instinto semideus assumindo o controle. E, por algum milagre divino, conseguiu matar um deles, congelando a criatura com seu poder antes que ela pudesse atacar novamente. Mas, antes que pudesse fazer o mesmo com o segundo, ele recuou, mergulhando de volta nas profundezas. Antes de desaparecer completamente, jurou vingança contra a garota.

Aquilo mudou tudo. Se sentindo como uma ameaça ambulante, Bonnie recusou a vaga em Oxford e passou um ano inteiro isolada na Mansão Bloomwood. Acreditava que ali, no coração do labirinto encantado, ninguém mais sairia ferido por sua causa. E, por um tempo, a paz realmente reinou. Mas o monstro voltou. Estava diferente, corrompido, mutado, forte o bastante para atravessar as barreiras mágicas e seguir seu rastro. Baird enfrentou a criatura para proteger a família, e ao presenciar a cena, Bonnie tomou a decisão de fugir. O monstro a queria, disso não havia dúvida, então faria com que ele a seguisse e deixasse seus pais em segurança. Com um mapa roubado do escritório do pai, Bonnie partiu sozinha rumo ao Acampamento Júpiter.

Chegar lá foi como cair em outro mundo. Era mais velha do que todos os outros novatos e não tinha nenhuma experiência real de combate, a não ser a que a deixou traumatizada. Os líderes e centuriões queriam jogá-la para a Quinta Coorte, como faziam com quem não se encaixava em lugar nenhum. Mas a Quarta Coorte demonstrou interesse nela, talvez por verem algo além do medo e da inexperiência, talvez por terem a intuição o que ela ainda poderia se tornar. Assim, Bonnie Littleton, que já havia sido muitas coisas, finalmente recebeu sua nova identidade: legionária. 

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[awkwardtickleetoo]

boo :)

ello awkwardticklee, don’t worry if it takes you 8 years to answer this,, but whenever you feel up to it i’d love to hear literally any thoughts you have on what would go down in a lee sap, ler karl, ler dream situation 😁

heyyyy finally answering some asks from….. a year ago……. teehee

okay so. dream and karl are suuuuch a good ler combo for sap. bc dream and sapnap have known each other for FOREVER, they’ve literally grown up together, and karl was the person who got sap more comfortable with physical touch and cuddling and now he’s just the sweetest little cuddle bug :(( and they both know him so so well, so them teaming up to take sap down???? that poor boy is a GONER

plus, we know karl can get sapnap all soft and melty in minutes, and we know that dream loves hugging sapnap from behind and cuddling up to him

so here’s what i’m thinking

karl is staying at the dteam house, the three of them are just chilling in the living room talking, and dream leans over to sap and hugs him all sweet. karl smiles at them, pats both their heads and lets it slip that “oh, sap loves being held like that, don’t you, handsome?” which immediately makes sapnap’s cheeks turn pink and makes him squirm in his seat, already flustered. and he whines at karl to not say that, bites his lip against a smile and turns away, but dream just hugs tighter and kisses his cheek gently

and then… karl and dream decide it’s a great time to talk about all the other stuff they know that makes sap flustered and blushy and adorable like that

and sap. is practically dying. he’s blushing brighter than the red throw blanket on the couch next to him, squirming and hiding his face as much as he’s able to, crowded in by both boys who are looming over him as they talk, and he THINKS he’ll survive this…

until they somehow end up talking about how ticklish he is, then the spots they both know, then the teases that work best on him, and sapnap is prepared to fall through the floor from how embarrassed and flustered he is in that moment

he tries to get them to stop, begs and pleads for them to just leave it alone, until karl– who is able to get sapnap to agree to anything– holds his face so gently, and goes, “c’mon, sweetheart, please? let us try it out?” and sap is appalled, because absolutely not, no, no way, but karl just smiles and goes “please?” and sap is just putty in his hands. he stares at karl, glances at dream, looks back to karl, and melts into dreams arms as he goes “okay :(“

and then they pull him in closer and take him apart so, so gently, trailing their fingers over every spot they both suggest, making the smaller boy squirm and giggle and lose himself in the laughter and the warmth that bloom in his chest from all the attention 🥰🥰

and if afterwards his mind is completely full of static and fuzzy beyond belief, and all he knows to do it cuddle up to the other two and hide his face in them and whine at them? well, that’s just a bonus for all three of them isn’t it