#eventually…

[dishdogs]

Stu macher wip for you all!!!

[starrspice]

I've been meaning to ask, in the Silent Shanty au, how do Eclipse and Y/n know each other? And why doesn't Y/n remember him?

Well, they spent a summer together a long time ago.

Eclipse would travel overseas with his father during the summer, and while playing on the beach one afternoon he got swept out to sea by the current. Y/N helped pull him back to shore, and the two played together everyday that summer.

Those summer memories have always held a place in Eclipse’s heart, and he’s spent years trying to find them again. But it was such a long time ago Y/N’s nearly forgotten

[morphean42]

And so it begins…

That fanfic I kept promising is finally here! Summary below

On February 21st, 1943, after over 24 hours of labor and the near death of both mother and child, Marvin is born at 1:21:34 AM. He is small and struggles to breathe and the nurse tasked with caring for him prays he’ll make it through the night.

There’s water in his lungs, you see, fluid he has to hack out to survive. Officially, Marvin starts to breathe without problem on Tuesday afternoon, beginning to cry and not refraining save when he passes out for short, fitful rests.

Really, he never stops coughing, never stops drowning. The fluid in his lungs is slowly killing him from the day he is born, but Marvin doesn’t die here. Not yet.

First, he grows up.

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Otherwise known as a man who loves Marvin too much decides to write out his entire life. A bad biography, if you will

[gorebrain]

(｡>﹏< ? “I wanna see you ᧔ now ᧓, ೀ

⊹˚୨୧ but I won’t say it out ꒰ loud ꒱”₊˚⊹

ミ꒲ 💬 ꒱  ⫶ㅤ Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End┊⌨️ᝰ ꒱

↳ 💻 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ⡇ 『 Fantasy⠀᎓ 2023⭑」

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[mcfungy]

PLEASE is dr cockroach x the missing link from monsters vs aliens a thing

like i thought they were together as a kid and now as an adult i think that concept is funny

[ruinhood]

i’ve been rhinking so much about herman carter lately it’s giving me brain rot i have black fuzzy mold growing inside my skull

[maladaptivewriting]

Are Regulus and James in tgk going to fuck???

yes

[taromatsui]

How would a female matsuda be?

i’m sorry i couldn’t help myself. gender bending dn characters is truly an addiction.

…have i procrastinated harvesting panels so long i’m pretending to be an ask blog.

[southernspooks]

How does Jack feel about the new Franco trial?

Jack is beyond mortified after this new trial. The poor guy is too innocent for this environment, and this recent trial only shows it.

I can imagine Franco noticing Jack, continuing jerking it while casually asking him to take his shirt off.

Meanwhile, Jack would struggle to carry the mannequins, repeatedly dropping them every time they say something dirty.

[wishitweresummer]

Phantasmagoria

(Dream ft. GeorgeNotFound and Sapnap)

Word count: 3390

Warnings: Pay attention to these please!!! Tickle torture, non-consensual tickling, mild-drugging (like in the Face Reveal 2 video), restraints, loss of consciousness, foot tickling, detailed drittie tickling, slight angst, and embarrassment. And one more time, tickle torture.

(I’ll be posting a lighter version!!!)

Summary: Follows the events of Dream’s second face reveal. (Or is it all a dream?)

My friend made art inspired by the fic!!! 🥺 Check it out!! It’s by @aninklingof !

(A phantasmagoria is something that you can’t tell is real or a dream <3)

“Alright, for real. I’m dropping it.”, his own voice. The sound of a door and scuffling behind him. A grossly wet cloth suddenly clamping over his entire face and the terrible chemical smell overwhelming him.

That’s all he could remember. His hazy memories held no clues to the captors or their reasons.

Dream’s calculative brain told him to calm down and think. Fucking think. He stayed still, limp in the position he awoke in. He took inventory of the surroundings he could make out even with the blindfold on. He was sat in a chair with his ankles and wrists strapped down to the arms and legs. The long silence told him he was alone, not a hint of breathing or shuffling he could hear. Nothing on him hurt and he was still wearing clothes, so he counted that as a positive. Though, he was absent his hoodie and instead was just wearing the t-shirt he had on underneath, the fabric familiar. He felt air on his knees and shifted his leg slightly to determine if he was still in his basketball shorts; he was.

He focused as hard as he could on the details he had, not letting his mind fall into panic or despair. Maybe this was some elaborate prank. Maybe he wasn’t in danger. Was Mr.Beast in town?

Regretfully, his entire body flinched at the sudden sound of a door slamming open and heavy footsteps coming in.

“He’s up!”.

“Alright, take his blindfold off.”. Dream strained to place the voices, but couldn’t. He heard a door shut with a force that must have come from a kick before his blindfold was torn off. Two Dream-masked men stood in front of him. He held back a whimper, looking between them.

“We aren’t going to hurt you.”, left-mask said. The masked man on the right tilted his head back and forth in partial agreement, unnerving Dream.

“What do you want?”, he croaked, speaking for the first time in god knows how long. He cleared his throat and swallowed down the lump there before choking on it. The masked men looked at each other.

Before Dream could ask more questions, they flanked him and there were suddenly two hands on either side of him tickling into his sides. He yelped and jerked back against the back of his chair, trapped in place.

“Hey!!”, he cried, then burst out laughing as the maddening sensation continued against his sensitive sides. The thin t-shirt did nothing to protect him from the fingers grabbing and squeezing at him. “Stop! Please! What is this!!”. He writhed in place, not going anywhere.

“Tickle tickle!”, right-mask sang.

Dream couldn’t believe it. All the fear and confusion drained out of him while he laughed himself silly, two pairs of skilled fingers attacked his sides and ribs. He thrashed in place, but his wrists and ankles were held firmly in place. Defenseless, and oh so ticklish. He was fucked.

“What do you want!”, he yelled, desperation clear.

“Well, first we want to know your worst spot.”.

“What?!”. The masked men laughed and looked at each other briefly, some inside joke floating between them. A firm hand latched onto his thigh right above his knee and he screamed. The position his leg was trapped in left that particular spot horribly vulnerable. He fell into painful wheezing for a few seconds before he barked out a desperate laugh. “Stop!! Please! What the fuck!!”. He was shaking at this point, overwhelmed with the ticklish energy rushing through him. It felt everywhere. Fingers suddenly playing with his rib bones had him almost convulsing in place. The squeezes at his sides had the most embarrassing squeaks escaping him. The hand playing with the sensitive muscle of his thigh was maddening. When another hand started teasing at his kneecap he dropped his head back with a tortured wail, the tears finally sliding down his cheeks. “Why!!!”, he screamed. “Why!!”.

The masked men were quiet. The blank smiling faces just watching him break apart under the torture. Dream wheezed, thrashing in place helplessly. It was definitely the worst he had ever been tickled and it had only been a few minutes. His skin tingled and his brain was fuzzy.

“Is this your worst spot?”, one of the men asked, pinching around his thigh.

“Why are you tickling me?!”, he struggled out through wheezes and choked laughter. One of the men scoffed.

“Because you’re ticklish.”, he deadpanned and walked around his back, grabbing at the spot between his shoulders and neck. Dream squealed, wiggling in place and scrunching up.

“Quit it!!”. His face burned with a combination of breathless straining and embarrassment. How humiliating to be squealing in the presence of strangers and so weak to a ticklish touch.

One of the men crouched down between his legs and focused in on pinching and playing at his bare kneecaps, driving Dream crazy with high pitched giggles. He jerked and shook in place, but was powerless to the feeling. The other man massaged firmly at his shoulders, teasing only briefly at the most sensitive parts near his neck and collarbone. Dream felt frantic. The giggles pouring from him were hysterical and making him dizzy. The hands at his shoulders crawled down his chest and squeezed at his chest, making him bark out a crazed laugh and shift in place.

“Ticklish titties?”.

“Stop!!”, he cried. His laughter shook out of him as he wheezed in panic, not used to tickling there. It was particularly hard to cope with the tickling as his squirming did nothing to budge the fingers teasing him. Mercilessly, they pinched at his nipples and squeezed the fat around them. Dream shrieked with laughter. He couldn’t recall ever being so helpless. Could somebody die from being tickled? The dark blush crawled down his neck and he shook his head fast enough to send some of his tears flying. Yeah, he was going to die. He was sure. “I’ll do anything!!! Please!! No more!!!”. But, the relentless fingers at his chest and knees ignored his pleas.

Dream could actually feel himself losing his mind. The laughter pouring from him was strained and lined with wheezes. His head clouded and swirled from the lack of air. It was illogical; the tickling. The masked men didn't seem to want anything besides his laughter.

“What’s your worst spot?”, one of them demanded again.

“My stomach.”, he croaked out, giving in. He figured it was no use. The tickling fingers stopped all at once and he cried out at the loss. He slumped in the chair and gasped greedily for air. He closed his eyes as he tried to collect himself, squirming at the ghosts of fingers against his skin. He could feel blank eyes on him.

“Damn, it’s hard to get that spot good like this.”. Dream couldn’t help his little amused huff at the masked man’s realization. Curious fingers came wiggling into his tummy and Dream jolted, giggling. The way he was curled up in the chair was definitely giving him an advantage though. It was still annoying, the prodding fingers in his most ticklish spot.

“Stop…”, he whined.

Dream closed his eyes and wiggled, shaking with little giggles as two hands tickled him. Unknownst to him, the other pair of hands were off across the room scheming with a rag and dangerous chemicals.

A wet and rough fabric was pressed against his mouth and his muffled scream of protest was loud then quiet in his own ears as the world went black again.

~•~

Dream opened his eyes to the same nightmare as before. So…this was real. Fuck. He found himself still helpless, but in a new position. He was on a padded table with his arms straight up. Straps crossed his wrists, chest, hips, and ankles. So fucking helpless…he whimpered.

He was so screwed. What now? Are they just going to tickle him to death? Why?? This is just so ridiculous.

The masked men entered the room again and he groaned.

“What do you want?! I have money!”. The men laughed as they took a spot on either side of him. “No! Please don’t!”. Dream screamed as four hands came down on his ticklish tummy. Skittering and prodding and squeezing. One curious finger wiggled into his bellybutton and he was done for. With the straps holding him in place he was stuck. He tilted his head back against the table and laughed hysterically. Screams pierced through whenever a particularly sensitive area was teased.

Even when George and Sapnap had been able to get him pinned down while they were fighting, he had never felt tickling like this. He tried to beg for mercy, but instead he just wheezed, shaking his head back and forth. He couldn’t get enough air to protest. All he could do was laugh. He wanted to squirm so bad, but he was restrained too well so it was more like he was just vibrating.

Too many fingers on his weak spot, he would die, he was sure. The laughter tore out of him against his will and he felt his face getting hot. His head spun from the lack of air. Tears somehow found their way out no matter how hard he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Move!”, he squeaked out.

“Ohhh, is it too much here?”. He cried out at the tease.

Dream flinched as he heard a buzzing noise. He whined as he saw the electric toothbrush hovering above his bellybutton.

“No!!!”. But, they didn’t care. Dream screeched and jolted as the small vibrating head poked into his horribly ticklish bellybutton. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Desperate laughter poured out of him as he shook. The electric feeling pulsed through him and drove him crazy. He had no air to beg with. He just wheezed and screamed, helpless to the tickles. Soon, his laughter itself cut in and out.

The other hands still teased the rest of his stomach, but the intense vibrating directly into his core made everything worse. He felt a clawed hand shake into his side. Gentle pinching across his tummy. One devious finger was tugging at the edge of his bellybutton. And the terrible terrible head of the toothbrush softly twisting right inside of it. He wasn’t going to survive this.

He wanted to beg so badly, but he couldn’t get a word out. His mind went fuzzy in the ticklish torture, unable to place what the exact sensasations even were he just knew it tickled it tickled oh god it tickled.

Dream cried out as the tickling left his body all at once. He whimpered and squirmed as much as he could, trying to catch his breath.

“What the fuck…”, he managed out in a little whisper. The masked men laughed at him. The toothbrush was still buzzing as the man searched for a new spot to press in the torture device. “Please.”, he whimpered. “Just tell me what you want!”. Dream squealed when a hand latched to his thigh and squeezed twice. His poor leg was so trapped.

“We want to tickle you.”. It was almost stated like a question. Like it was obvious. Dream couldn’t help his little breathless scoff. More devious squeezes came down on his twitching thigh and he burst out laughing.

“No more!! Please!!”. He squeaked and whined when the buzzing head of the brush teased behind his knee. “No!!”. He tilted his head back and wailed with laughter, helpless to the feeling. A firm hand felt and massaged right at the most sensitive part of his thigh and that maddening buzzing at the back of his knee.

“It tickles?”, the other masked men asked, suddenly behind him. Dream shrieked as two hands crawled down his jaw and neck. He tilted his head back down, unable to scrunch properly and protect himself. His entire body vibrated as he cackled hysterically. The evil hands crawled down a little and played with his collarbone. Dream yelped and jumped. The other masked man dropped the vibrating toothbrush off and between his legs and kept a steady pace squeezing along both his thighs. A wheeze flew from Dream’s lips as the hands at his collarbone crawled down and tickled his chest. He breathlessly squirmed, unable to get any sound out for a few seconds before a scream tore out of him.

“Fuck!! Please!!”.

Dream closed his eyes and just let himself focus on the tickling. Electric shocks jolted through his body and he wasn’t able to squirm or jerk away from any of it.

Now he didn’t like being tickled. And this was torture. Okay? But. But, there was something freeing about just losing his mind like this. He hasn’t thought about anything other than how much he is being tickled in…an unspecified amount of time. He had no idea. He figured the laughter must be coating his brain in dopamine even though he hated it. There was a giddy buzzing along his spine as he flinched and jerked at the feeling. He wasn’t used to being so helpless.

The tickling stopped all at once again and he went limp, shaking with giggles.

“Are you ready for the finale?”, one of the men asked. Dream shook his head no, dizzy with the giggling.

The door burst open and more masked men poured in. Too many masked men. One…two…three…fuck.

“Fuck fuck fuck, no please!! Get away!!!”, he squirmed helplessly as they took their spots around him. Ten. Ten masked men. “I can’t handle it!! Don’t!! Please!!”. They just smiled down blankly at him.

On either side, hands crawled down and into his open underarms. He screamed and jolted. Two hands each teased fingertips up both his soles and along his toes. He scrunched them up and burst out laughing. A rough grab came down on each of his thighs; squeezing hysterical shrieks out of him. Fingertips danced along his neck and collarbone, making him shake and vibrate. Two hands came down on his chest and massaged the sensitive muscles there; officially throwing him over the edge of hysterics. Tears streamed down his red cheeks and he screamed. Finally, sealing his fate; two pairs of playful hands came poking and squeezing along his sides and tummy. He thrashed and wheezed. His helpless laughter cut out into silence and back into piercing screams over and over again. His mind was blank and hazy, spinning with the struggle to catch his breath. His skin buzzed under the tickling.

Too much it was too much. Tickles. It tickled. There was nothing but tickling. He was nothing but a small little thing to be tickled. Hands everywhere. Smiling faces watching him be taken apart. His mind floated away and he sunk into the feeling. This was it now. This is what he was meant to do; be tickled. Dream couldn’t focus on any single sensation, it was just everything and everywhere and he could only laugh.

Dream doesn’t know how long the finale lasted. It could have been seconds, minutes, or an hour. There was tickling, and then there was darkness. His mind clouded as he failed over and over again to catch his breath. The shock of the tickles jolted through his body nonstop.

~•~

Dream thrashed in the blankets of his bed. Wait. He sat up with a gasp and felt around his body. He was in his bed in the same clothes he had put on for that video. When had he gone to sleep? That had been a dream? There’s no fucking way.

He yelped and cowered when his door burst open.

“Shit, sorry. Are you okay? You were screaming.”. George. Dream stared at the man wide-eyed as he tried to piece together his day again. George frowned, clearly unnerved. “Dream?”.

He couldn’t remember going to sleep. How was he back in bed? He ignored George and pulled up his hoodie sleeves to look for marks. Nothing. He didn’t feel sore, but his throat was a little scratchy,

“Dream you’re freaking us out.”. Dream looked up to see that a quiet and nervous looking Sapnap had joined George in the doorway.

“I think I had a nightmare.”, he said softly. He must have looked pretty messed up because they were on him in a second.

Dream tried to relax. He was in the arms of the two he trusted most. He was safe, right? They hadn’t done anything to him. He was…never going to tell them anything about his dream.

~•~

But, his subconscious sure couldn’t shake the memories of the tickly nightmare. Aren’t you supposed to forget your dreams? Why was his skin still buzzing with the feeling of ghost tickles that didn’t really happen?

It had been torture. Torture. He had hated it. But…it had revealed this one little thing inside of him that he had never acknowledged before. He was determined to keep it hidden, though.

A few nights after the dream he just couldn’t forget, Dream found himself reliving a small part of it. Him and Sapnap were fighting over the remote for the TV when it happened. Dream reached over him to snatch it back, but a hand on his tummy had him crumbling against his lap with a squeal.

“You’re so ticklish today!”, Sapnap giggled in amusement and ruffled his hair. A show was chosen and Dream wasn’t touched again for the rest of night. As he settled next to Sapnap for movie night, he buzzed with anticipation for tickles that wouldn’t come. By the end of the night, he was exhausted.

In the darkness of his room, hidden away from everyone and hopefully his own mind, he wished and wished and wished for another dream where he could just be tickled to pieces.

He woke up disappointed. Then, again. And again. An entire week of mornings where he was in bed alone and free of tickling hands came and went. Fuck.

Dream decided to try out different routes. He stalked the other two in the house like prey; tickling them to provoke the torture session he craved so bad. Sapnap would fight back, but wasn’t able to get Dream pinned. George proved far too ticklish; falling into a helpless pile of begging and screaming every time. The poor boys didn’t know what had gotten into Dream lately.

It wasn’t long before Dream dropped off the cliffs of disappointment and down into the deep waters of sadness. Every day only dragged him more into the depths. Soon, he didn’t know how he could ever come back up for air.

George and Sapnap noticed the change, but didn’t know how to help. Soon, spontaneous cuddle sessions sprouted up around the house as the other two tried to hug their best friend back to the happy guy they missed so much.

On one of those afternoons where Dream laid limp between the two as they murmured to each other over him, everything came out. George absentmindedly adjusted Dream’s t-shirt collar and the fingers that brushed his neck made him scrunch and giggle. George giggled in amusement and apologized.

But, Dream looked like he would burst into tears.

“Dream. What’s wrong?”, George whispered.

“Please, just tell us.”, Sapnap begged. Dream whimpered and looked between them.

These were his best friends. He trusted them. He loved them. He was safe with them. He had never regretted telling either of them a secret before. He closed his eyes.

“Can you guys tickle me please? Like, to death. Basically. Until I can’t think or breathe.”. He opened his eyes and looked between them nervously. “Like the muffin-fuck out of me.”.

It was a bit out of left field, the request. But, it only took a few beats for George and Sapnap to catch each other’s eyes, laugh, and pin Dream down exactly how he had been needing. In no time, screams and cackles bounced against the walls of Sapnap’s room. The two didn’t hold back. They indulged in tickling Dream as fast and hard as they wanted. Within a minute, there were tears streaking down his red cheeks. He squirmed wildly, but he stood no chance to the both of them at once.

There, between his best friends, he lost his mind to the tickling again. While he felt safe and giddy, he couldn’t think of anything that deep. Just…

“That tickles!!!”.

(art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

[yeyayeya]

Stop I keep saying I’m going to write a Scárthur fanfic one of these days and I just keep losing motivation to write

Do not look at my abandoned drafts

[toiletphotoshoot]

PLEASE REDO NYAN NEKO SUGAR GIRLS WITH PERFECTWORLD PLEASE

OK OK I WILL I WILL

[prudereality]

edie britt is autistic

[chibikittens]

This new water fountain is as big as the rabbit XD

[totalcunt]

you know, of all the problems i could have, being overwhelmed by the amount of stuff i want to crochet people isn’t the worst one out there