#fank wu

[puppyie-innit]

when your love language is physical touch but you are extremely ticklish

[nvrcmplt]

. . . Peaceful.

[kenascutecorner]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Summary: The reader is a vv insecure guy who feels like Eddie will leave him for a pretty girl after he sees him and Chrissy in the woods together

Word count: 471

Warnings: hurt/comfort, insecurities

Request?: yes/no

I went to lunch, just like every other day. However, today something was different. Eddie wasn't there? Maybe he was waiting for me in the woods, I thought to myself.

I slowly made my way to our spot, when I heard them.

I continued walking towards the bench we always sit at, a little more cautious this time. I heard what sounded like... Laughter?

I peered through a gap in the trees, and there they were, my Eddie with her.

Why did it have to be her?

Suddenly he flipped back on the bench, and I jumped a little. He was laughing while pointing at Chrissy. I was too heartbroken to hear what he was saying.

I turned around and ran. I had no idea where I was going.

I found myself running to my best friend, Steve Harrington. "Steve!" I yelled out as I saw him talking to Dustin. Both of their heads immediately turned to look at me as I ran toward them.

Once I got to Steve, I couldn't stop myself from slipping. Luckily Dustin knew about my regression, so I was safe to be tiny.

"Uncle Stevie! Dada wus wif a pwetty giwl an an an she wus happy an he wus smilin an it mades me all sad!" Steve was stunned as you collapsed in his arms. "Hey angel, look at me, hm?" He put his finger under your chin and continued speaking, "Let's dry our tears, your daddy loves you very much, I'm absolutely sure he wouldn't do anything to hurt you on purpose. Let's go talk to him, hm?"

As you approached Eddie's van, he ran up to you. "Oh baby there you are!" He picked you up and spun you around. "I was so worried! Steve, you know we meet in the forest every day where-" He was cut off by a harsh look from Steve paired with the meanest voice he could muster. "Someone was with a certain girl, a girl you know he has jealousy issues with, a girl you know he thinks you'll leave him for. So don't even start in on me, Munson" Steve's tone was bitter and relentless. Eddie was left speechless.

"Baby," Eddie slowly brought you down from his arms so he didn't scare you. "Dada is never, ever, ever ever ever, going to leave you." You looked down at your toes. "Not even for da pwetty giwl? Pecause yous were laughin and having fun without me!" You looked heartbroken as you began to cry again.

"Hey, angel, look at me. Daddy pinky promises he will never leave you, you're my snuggle bunny, my sun, moon, and my stars, the light of my life. I could never leave you." Eddie pulled you in for a hug. "Fank yous Dada." I wrapped my arms around him and smiled.

[spinjitzufam]

Heh

Hey

Could you do Ninjago movie headcanons?

Or at least Lloyd?

Fanks

Absolutely—Ninjago Movie has a special place in my heart for all of its chaotic humor

Movie!Lloyd Headcanons

this boi never brushes his hair, but it's always flawless. like seriously beautiful golden locks that happen to frame his face perfectly (like a son of God) Kai is obsessed which is why he always ruffles Lloyd's hair

he's an insomniac, which is why his bed's right next to the window. Koko was hoping that the natural light would properly set his circadian rhythm (not really, since this boi is out w ninja stuff then)

he's more mature than series!Lloyd in the sense that his childhood wasn't taken from him (no tomorrow's tea). sure, he has emotional scars that not even Koko could do anything about, but he's not forced into the green ninja lifestyle

he loves parkour. he loves feeling that wind, he loves the breathlessness, he loves heights. this is what he often dreams about in class, glancing out the windows

he's acc taller than kai when the red boi doesn't spike his hair up a couple of inches (a fact that he's not allowed to say)

he likes mobile games better than console/computer (although, he'll never turn down DDR or arcade games)

he's never altered his green gi. the other ninjas made changes based on personality and whatnot, but he kept it as Wu gave it. it was like his first gift that meant he didn't have to be 'Lloyd Garmadon' he was the 'green ninja'

other than the parkour daydreams in class, this dude consistently thinks about what would happen if other people knew he was the green ninja. like he's lucky that there was no mind reader in his class.

but he never told anyone (except the other ninjas) b/c he was afraid they'd hate the green ninja too, and then, it's just anything associated with him was horrible (he can't take that)

[druidx]

Her Countenance was Light - Chapter 23

CW: Eye Dialect, Fantasy religion/ mythology, Non-graphic description of murder AO3 ; Chapters: 01. 10. 20. 21. 22. Tag list (ask for +/-): @aquadestinyswriting, @hannah-heartstrings, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @babyblueetbaemonster @mr-orion

«Hallo?» comes a green-skin's voice. «Is youse presentable yet? Can I come out?» "Snotgrut?" Elo asks in disbelief. She's not a hundred per cent sure that she's not hallucinating, given the painkillers from Mrs Higgins, the sudden surge of adrenalin and tiredness all combined. «Yeh,» the Dvasia replies. A hundred different questions flit through her brain. She instead chooses to move her pillows to prop herself up in bed. "I'm decent," she says. "You can come out." The closet door creaks open, and a green shadow slips out. «Fanks,» Snotgrut says. Those red eyes find her like torchlight beams. «Wus starting to get stuffy in there. Bit pongy, too.» He has the audacity to wink at her for farting in her closet. On her clothes. Elo makes a mental note to buy air fresheners as she drops back against the headboard. In the sodium-orange light that slices through the blinds, she sees Snotgrut tilt his head. «Youse don't look so great,» he says. She can hear a smattering of worry in his voice and has to fight down a giggle at the idea of a fairy tale villain being concerned over her health. «Youse want us to do this later?» Elo is exhausted, short of patience and still in pain despite the drugs, but she knows she doesn't have long with this strange little creature, and he's the best chance of getting her questions answered. "No," she says. "I need my questions answered." «Sure thing, boss,» Snotgrut says and moves to sit on the floor, still keeping his distance.

Elo realises she's still gripping the knife and forces her hand to relax around the handle. She rests it on the bedside table, within easy reach. The Dvasia still seems tense, still doesn't come any closer. Maybe that's just what they're like; it's not like she has a frame of reference to read its body language. "Honestly, I'm surprised to even see you at all. Your buddy, Legnok, said you were 'tied up' in a manner that makes me think he wasn't being metaphorical," Elo says, relaxing back against the headboard. «Yeh, well. I hit a few snags. But us gobbos is a bendy sort, and I found a way to wriggle out of me issues.» Elo frowns, but he doesn't seem inclined to expand any further so she returns to the point at hand. "First question: how the hell did you get in my 4th-floor, locked room?" «Vent shaft.» She blinks, thinking the creature should be too big – but then, half of this is some twisted magic bullcrap, and he has just said green-skins are all sorts of bendy, so she suspends her disbelief and plays along. "I assume you're aware of the attack yesterday?" «Yeh.» "Second question: what the hell was that that attacked me?" «Kasskekadmas.» She just stares, so he repeats it slower, «Kaz-kek-a-dam-ass.» "That doesn't answer my question. What is it?" Snortgut frowns. "Well… is like… You know how lotsa folks got this idea of a big skelly dude with a farm implement?" "The Grim Reaper?" «Yeah, that's the one. Well, Kasskekadmas is him.» "You're trying to tell me the personification of Death has a personal grudge against me?" «No. Well. I mean, yes. But, he ain't…» the Davsia groans and puts his hands to his head. «I ain't good with this phillysophical shit.» "Just… do your best. Please. I don't have any idea what's going on, and you're the only one who's even trying to explain." «Oh, I got it. You know the story of the little girl wot finds an old crone who asks her to stir her big cauldron and the girl gets the liquid on her and licks it away and then the crone turns out to be the guardian of the underworld and the girl's gotta come stay with her for 6 months of a year, yeah?» Elo frowns. It sounds a bit like the story of Hades and Persephone, but mythology was never something she focused on. She makes an encouraging murmur all the same. «Well, the girl, right? She's a metaphor for summer, and the old crone's a metaphor for winter. And Kasskekadmas, he's more like the crone.» Elo lets this percolate, then understands with a flash. "Oh! So the personification of the inevitability of time and the decay that comes with it has a personal grudge against me?" «There, see. I knew youse was as smart as y'are pretty.» "But why is it attacking me?" «Cuz youse the Atnešė.» Again, he says it slowly for her: Atn-esh-ey. "And what is that?" «It's… It's a bit like the girl from the story, right?" "So I'm… life?" "Ehh." Snotgrut screws up one side of his face. "'S a bit more complicated than that. Anyway, that's not Dvasia stuff, so I dunno if I should be saying it." "But you could find someone who can?" «Prob'ly? Yeah, yeah, I reckon so.» "Good. Right." Elo lets her eyes close as she thinks of her next question. The desire to keep them closed is strong, but not stronger than her need to understand. "How come I can understand you and the tree creature who was with Legnok, but there are still words you say that don't get translated, like Kasskekadmas?" Snotgrut's face scrumples into his constipated, thinking expression. «As I understand it,» he says slowly, «there's a lot of different words for things in this world, but in some places the word is always the same, cuz it's not so much of a word for a thing as it is the thing itself and what it is.» "What?"

Snotgrut sighs. He wiggles a bit as if he's trying to get comfy for a long-winded explanation. «In the beginning,» Snotgrut says, his tone patient and measured, as though what he's saying is something that he has learnt by rote, «was Aukštasvilkas. «Its pelt wus the night, and Its teeth wus the stars, an' It's one bright eye wus the moon. An' one day, It laid down to sleep, and the place It chose to lay happened to have some moss-covered pebbles. Long did Aukštasvilkas sleep, and the heat of Its breath woke the moss, and the caress of Its fur woke the stone. «And when It awoke, Aukštasvilkas was so surprised by what had been unintentionally made that the other eye opened, and the sun bathed the moss in its rich light while the stone bathed in the gentle moon's glow. And so wus born them we call Dvasia and them as we call Eshen. Aukštasvilkas wus pleased with the little things that'd been born, and It took care to keep the eye of fire on the one and the eye of ice on the other, watching each grow under their chosen light. «But then one day, Aukštasvilkas fell sick, though there was none as could say how a thing might be possible, nor where the sickness came from. But it was so, and It's children gathered around him. But they became distressed and started to fight, each blaming the other for Aukštasvilkas' fall. «They fought so that none witnessed the passing of Aukštasvilkas – or It would have, 'sept Aukštasvilkas' was the first death, and rather than pass easy into the other world, the fighting corrupted what It was. So when they did finally look so they could attend the body, instead of a corpse wus two new beings, Kasskekadmas and Atnešė. Both wus angry – at the other and their people – and in their anger, they banished the Eshen and the Dvasia to the mortal realms.» Elo stared at the Dvasia, pulling her vision back to the here-and-now, instead of the strange palace that had been replaced in front of her eyes as Snotgrut spoke. "That's… great," she said. "But it doesn't really answer my questions." «Pah,» Snotgrut spits. «I told youse, I ain't good at the wordage. I's trying to tell youse – there's another place out there. A world beyond the worlds. 'S why there're names of things that ain't just their names, and that's hows you can understand me, and the moss-ears, but not them, cuz they's untranslatable." Elo frowns, her head beginning to hurt. Maybe she should have sent him away, maybe now isn't the best time. But still. She has to know the answers. "So you think I'm some kind of… Reincarnated god?" Snotgrut shrugs. «Youse opened the Nerishklis. Ain't just anyone can do that.» "I don't know how I did that." Snotgrut shrugs again. «'S Eshen stuff, innit.»

Elo passes a wearied hand over her face. "Alright. Talking of the Nerishklis – the blond girl who was murdered had it. Do you know why? Do you know why she was down on the docks that night?" «I dunno why that dafty moss-ears had it,» Snotgrut says and shakes his head. «But she went asking the wrong sorta folks the wrong sorta questions about it. And cuz she was making a fuss and hoo-ra about it, Kasskekadmas got wind, and he thought mebby she'd unlocked it. «But she weren't s'posed to be down there at all!» He shrinks into himself, arms crossed, hands tucked under his armpits. «I guess someone gave the game away. Tipped her off, that's where her answers was.» "That's why she was killed? For sticking her nose in where it wasn't wanted?" "I dunno, I guess?" the Davsia pulls his legs up, scrunching down as if to disappear, and doesn't he sound the most pathetic right now…? A creeping chill of intuition sneaks up her spine.

"Snotgrut, what aren't you telling me?" she asks, a hardness in her voice. "Did you lie to me when you said you didn't kill her?" «No! I– Well, that is… Y'see…» he mumbles, making himself as small as possible. Elo forces herself to keep breathing in even measures, to not stand up and act on the fury that's building in her chest. She grips the edge of the bed and in a voice that has a hardness and a quality she does not recognise as her own, says, "Tell me." Snotgrut yelps, flings his arms over his head. «I swung the tool!» he cries. «But I never killed her! I swears it!» Elo feels oddly displaced then, as if it's not actually her doing the talking and acting, but that she has taken a step to the side while another – dispassionate, cold and hard – borrows her body. This other version of her says, "Who stabbed Evelyn Stucker?" «Youse don't wanna know.» "Tell me who did it!" «Boss– Ex-Boss took care of it himself. He fought she was you, I guess, cuz she was carrying the Nerishklis wiv no pain, an' he thought he'd jus' kill 'er and take it, only she weren't you, wus she? And it weren't unbound yet and so he couldn't touch it, and so he killed 'er cuz she almost found the tome!» "Did he know I would come? Was he counting on me finding the Nerishklis and unbinding it, and coming back to the docks?" «I don't fink so?» Snotgrut has stopped cowering, now she hasn't lashed out as he has expected, but he still crouches there, snivelling and grovelling instead. «He had us hole the boat so it would all sink. But we's didn't know about the ropes what still tied it.» "What weapon did he use?" Elo asks softly. The fury and the pain are still there, but they are dimmed for the moment. «You… Youse really don't wanna know» "I really think I do." She will have her answers, even through the pain of knowing.

Snotgrut slumps, a dejected little pile of flesh and stone, sad red eyes turned upwards. «He, uh… he kinda… He took a splinter from that icy sword he's got and used that. Um, and then the blade, it drank all what she could be, and all that she had still to give the world, and all the time she had left.» Elo absorbs this and feels like she is fainting without fainting, like she is fracturing into a hundred versions of herself, like light passed through a prism, scattering what she is into a hundred shards of differences, none of which know what to do with this information or themselves and What the hell is she going to tell Strucker? Elo thinks, and the force of the thought pulls her back together. Elo drags in a stuttering breath, knuckles as white as the bed linen clutched within, and she sways on her feet, though when she stood she can't tell, and she thinks she might be sick. Snotgrut is on his feet, dithering as he wants to support her, but there is that unspoken distance he cannot seem to break. Panic and worry chase each other over his face. «Mebby youse should siddown?» She drops onto the edge of the bed, shivering, marshalling her thoughts. "You said something about a tome?" Snotgut nods. "It's important, right? Must be, if he didn't want the vic to get it." «Guess so?"» "Is it still on the barge?" Another nod. "Bring it to me?" Snotgrut cowers back, but only for a moment. «Yes, Boss,» he says with some reluctance. Elo adjusts her pillow and settles back. "You said there was some stuff you couldn't answer because it was Eshen, right?" «Yeah?» "I need someone to explain it then. What about that little moss-ears from last night, Willow-something – can you find them?" «What?» he squawks. «Youse want me to willingly seek out a moss-ears?» "I would do it myself, but I've got no clue what I'm even looking for." She gives him a pleading look. "Please?" «Alright, fine,» he grumbles. «But not now. I'll move through the shadows and the sewers come sun-up. Right now, youse need to sleep, and you won't sleep if you've half an ear open to grab that liddle knife o'yours. For now, I stays. I'll keep watch over youse.»

Snotgrut finally approaches the bed, pulling the coverlets up over her shoulders and pats her on the shoulder. «I'll guard the night. You sleep,» he says gently. She quickly falls into a dreamless slumber, lulled by Snotgrut's roughly hummed melody that is both familiar and not.

[hello-bunnybat]

🐶🐇

fank u for the fictional cg asks!!

🐶- Who are your fictional caregivers? Do you have a ‘main’ one?

I only hav one, n he pwobly is a lil unconvntional, but its skwisgaar skwigelf, n he is a chawacter fwum my favrite tv show!!

🐇- Talk about your relationship! Is it platonic, romantic, etc, what is your dynamic like?

he is also my fictional other, so i guess it wud be romantic in dat way, but wen im regressed obviously none of da romantic stuffs is involvd. i hav a lot of trauma growing up becus i was neglected, so he kind of helps wif dat n makes me feel lots more cared for, n lets me be baby, since i wus also forced to grow up early. he is vewy careful n nice wif me

[puppyie-innit]

aawwwhhh!! this is so cute, EEP- a universe where i can say the t-word ;w;

fank wu fren! ^p^

Decided to join the tickletober community!

The characters throughout the month will be based off me and @puppyie-innit!

Day 1:

Secret

Silence echoed throughout the bedroom where piggy and puppy were having a sleepover at, piggy hanging upside down on her bed, her shirt rolling down. Puppy, on the other hand, was sat on the floor thinking of stuff to do.

“Hey piggy?” Said puppy, her voice full of mischief and curiosity.

“Yeah…” replied piggy, her voice sounded rather tired.

“Wanna play truth or dare?” Puppy asked, voice full of excitement

“Sure” agreed piggy, energetically

“Truth or dare?” Puppy asked, a smirk on her face

“Dare!” Piggy said, full of excitement

“You have 2 options, tell me your deepest secret or skip and you get 2 dares next round~” Puppy smirked, her eyes full of mischief

“Uhm…” Piggy stumbled on her words, she could feel the blush creeping up her neck

“What’s the matter? Scared~” Puppy teased, poking piggy’s side to get her attention

“GaAaH-“ piggy’s voice quivered, puppy’s expression turning into a smile

“You ok piggy?” She said, looking quite worried in case she had hurt her

“Y-yeah I-I’m Fine…” Piggy said, her cheeks turning red

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I did this!” Puppy teased, tickling her sides

“H-heheheyy!!” Piggy squeaked, curling up to protect her Sides

“Hehe! I didn’t expect you to be this ticklish!” Pup teased, her smile widening

“Nohohohohoho!!” Piggy laughed, giggling as puppy kept tickling her sides

“How about here?~” puppy asked, her hands shifting to her tummy

“NohoHOHOHOHO!!” Piggy squealed, moving her hands to cover her tummy

“Tickle tickle~” teased puppy, not stopping her tickling. Her hands rentlessly tickling all over her tummy.

After a while, puppy stopped tickling her and let her catch her breath.

“One question..” said piggy, still breathless from the laughter

“Yeah..” answered puppy

“Can you keep a secret?” Whispered piggy

“Of course!” Pup replied, smiling softly at her best friend

“Now…Time for revenge!” Announced piggy, pouncing on puppy and beginning to tickle her tummy

“AAHH—” screamed puppy, immediately bursting into giggles

Safe to say, the bedroom was filled with laughter for the rest of the night

[zoeyloveheart]

One day Steve came to yours and daddy Buckys house. Steve was sitting on the couch talking to daddy and you did know Steve was there.

"Daddy!!" You run to Bucky and hug him when you see Steve.

You sit on Buckys lap and hide in his neck.

"Doll you remember Steve right?" Bucky said as he kissed your head.

"M-mhm" still hiding in buckys neck.

"Hi sweetheart I like the dress your in" Steve said softly.

"H-hi.." Bucky looks at you with a head tilt.

"Baby manners" you look at Steve slowly.

"Fank wu S-steve" you said shyly.

Steve smiles

[tobacconist]

WAGWARN TUMBLR

whew that was ARDUOUS 

did you miss me? awww fanks xoxo

what did i miss while i wus gone?

[shelly-stark-official]

Shell: Can I get a waffle?!?!

*avengers fighting a villain in the back ground*

Peter: CAN I PLEASE GET SOME WAFFLES???!?

Steve: WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE- LOKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Loki: The tiny troublesome midgardians wanted these waffles, so I conjured it for them

Peter: *mouth stuffed with waffles* fank wu miwfer Woki

Shell: *mouth also full* waf he said

[puppyie-innit]

(GASPS! a for REAL-LIFE video of big bwuder an me?! :0 YAYAYAYYYY! wanted to share dis cuz its wholesome an embarrassin in a good way, an he called me adorable in it an i luv my dinoboy bubbie sooooo much! also yeh, i asked for permission like a good girl!)

(pwease nu mean comments/bullyin/inappropriate stuffs, keepin our faces an names safe!! we are only kids after all! dis is once in a lifetime opportunity for me, i twust yous guys U^T^U fank wu! enjoooyyyy :3)

[papa-bee]

*not used to praise* eep! Fank wu! M feewin bowncee aday, cans dwo sumfink tugevvew, Daddy?-🐻

Awe, of course we can! Maybe not super energetic though, cause it's getting close to time for Da to go to sleep. Would you like some coloring, or some sites to read some books, instead? I can pop some links on, or i can find a masterlist of things to do?

[thedemonconstantine]

adventurepunks​:

“Fank you madam. When I is a real detective I is nah gun forget I owed yeh a favor.” Alexis nodded enthusiastically and would brew a fresh pot for this one had over brewed by now.

“Me friends Nixie an’ Riley, they’s me uncle Chas’ daughters an Nixie is me bessie mate. We’s been bessie mates since she wus born. She is like yeh, very pretty like a dolly. An me mate Nadia an Ems from skewl. I ‘ave ta share me party wiff me bruvver cus we’s twins so ‘is mates are gun be there. I invited Iason cause ‘e’s me hubby. An’ some of da’s mates like the ghostie man an’ the preacher man buh I dun fink they’s people that come ta parties. Buh is nah polite ta invite Iason an’ nah the ovvers right? An’ a couple of girls from church, we’s nah really mates buh maybe if I gets ta know ‘em I will wants ta be mates.” Alexis giggled.

“I dun likes boys. I collects pretty boys in me ‘arem buh I is nah in luv wiff ‘em, not since one broke me ‘eart by bein’ married so someone else”

She poured the oolong.

“I dun sees the point of a man. Woh do they even do wiff their ears fer decoratiun an’ full farts. I is gun travel the planes an’ be a detective wiff a long coat an’ a ‘at an meets draguns an’ demons an’ angels an I is gun look at the Fae that kidnapped me, I is gun punch ‘er lights out an’ then I is gun say ‘now I forgive yeh, yeh dozzy lil cunt buh I is gun be watchin’, always watchin’”

“LANGUAGE!” Talia seemed to have that superpower every mother had of hearing everything and had suddenly appeared in the living room.

“Go wash your mouth with soap young lady- and apologize to your guest right now! This is not how you are raised- shame on you child”

Alexis groaned shuffling to the bathroom muttering.

Oh dear!

“It’s quite alright, oh dear-” Rose watched Alexis go, amused by the exchange and she’d give Talia an understanding smile.

“She’s absolutely wonderful. I’d love to meet the rest of your family soon. Richard’s been so selfish keeping this opportunity from me,” She was quite sure John explained her marital...situation to his own wife some time back, if not then context would be needed.

Then when Alexis returned from the bathroom with a freshly-washed mouth, Rose patted the spot on the sofa next to her.

“So what would you like as a gift for your birthday? A mermaid tail blanket? Roller skates? A stamp kit?”

Given a choice she’d shower this sweet little thing with all sorts of presents!

“You don’t quite look like a dress sort of girl. Maybe a long trenchcoat to match your father?” Giggle! Wouldn’t that be adorable!!

[hobgobbin]

OH??? HABB BIRTH !!

FANK YOU WUS !!!!

[tearful-tini]

*nods to say I am fine and cuddles* -🐧

*Nestles head deeper into blankets* dun bewieve Wu, bu Fank fow da cuddwes

[puppyie-innit]

does anyone else feel like they sometimes don’t deserve, or arent good/worthy enough to deserve tickles?

no? jus me..? oki ;<

thank you guys so much for all the love an kindness an support an encouragement, could’ve never imagined a better/more wholesome family-like community like yous guys🥺🐾🫂 <3 huggies for all, never would’ve made it this far on tumblr if it weren’t for all of my fwens, fank wu from da bottom of my heart!❤️