#hilda tickles

[mysteriouslee]

just finished Hilda Season 3

lee!hilda ler!johanna ler!trylla

Overtime, Johanna and Trylla managed to make peace of what happened in regards with the changeling swap. They both sat for tea attempting to hold a conversation with their language barriers, Hilda was normally there to translate. Wait where is Hilda? Where is Baba?

"It's quiet, too quite" said Johanna standing up and putting down her tea.

Trylla wearily looked around for them, normally when Hilda disappeared, it was a bad thing. Suddenly they heard a thud. The two mothers than to the sound to find their two children roughhousing. It first started with Baba playfully shoving Hilda and as most siblings end up doing they began play wrestling. Hilda had Baba down and the two were giggling uncontrollably at the silliness of their situation. "Where did all this energy come from" pondered Johanna.

"Ever since Trylla gave me this lollipop, I feel like I could beat up a tiger" Hilda went on proudly.

Johanna side eyed Trylla for an explanation. Eventually after some struggle, Johanna learned that humans may act differently with certain Troll foods and in this case, Hilda had a huge sugar rush and had enough energy to run a mill.

Hilda and Baba came to a stop in their scuffle and hugged.

"We stayed a bit too late, so I'm wondering if we could stay the night" asked.

Johanna looked towards Hilda who translated that Trylla agreed.Trylla just put down Baba to sleep and now it was Hilda to be tucked in, but the girl was being a bit stubborn.

"Hilda, its time to sleep" said the brunette fairy.

"But Mum, I'm not tired at all"whined the blue haired teen.

"You're acting like a baby" stated Trylla, just then a light bulb popped up.

"If you're gonna act like a baby, I'll treat you like one" Trylla declared with a smirk and hands shaped like a claw. Johanna didn't quite get the memo until she saw the clawing motion and so did Hilda who tried to get away but was immediately picked up like a small cat.

Before Hilda could protest her hands we placed above her head,large stone fingers carefully tickled her ribs and her mum's hands tickling her sides and stomach prompting the blue haired fairy to squeal and her laughter echoes amongst the cave. The two mothers' plan was to tickle all the energy out of Hilda. Trylla's fingers trailed up to Hilda's armpits and Johanna went under Hilda's shirt to scribbled her nails on her daughter's stomach. Hilda threw her head back and dissolved into cackles and snorts.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle" Johanna cooed.

"NOHO TEAHAHSING"Hilda managed to get out in her fit of laughter

Johanna knew that it would take a while to tire out Hilda so she decided to speed up the process by blowing raspberries into her daughter's quivering tummy. Hilda weakly tried to tug her arms away but it was no use, she was stuck their laughing and honestly she didn't mind it too much, but she was running out of breath.

"STAHAHAAHAP"shrieked Hilda, who got what she wished for. Hilda was picked up and placed in her sleeping bag.

"Alright Hild-" Johanna was interrupted by the sound of small snores, indicating Hilda was asleep.

"Good Night Hilda's" Johanna whispered softly as she put a kiss on her child's forehead.

[airborneice]

since luke said that timtum only ever says his own name, i choose to believe tontu just somehow understands him perfectly to the confusion of everyone else

[fuwahua]

Chase

Tktober Day 2 - Chase

Tags: Sylvain / Felix from FE3H , Seemingly unrequited love, crush, white clouds period, sylvain exploding (affectionate)

Sylvix per request ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ Back to the academy!!

“Felix says you’re avoiding him.”

“Me? Avoiding him? Well well, how the turn tables!”

Dimitri stares at him, brows knitted partly in concern for Sylvain’s mental state and partly because no doubt Felix was somewhere in the vicinity, probably prowling the garden in anticipation of Sylvain admitting that he was avoiding the other. Which he wouldn’t admit, by the way. Because he had nothing to admit! He wasn’t avoiding the other!!

…. Not for the most part, anyway.

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure you’re avoiding him either. Professor sat you both down to eat twice this week already,” Dimitri says, and Sylvain bites back a laugh at the petulant tone he takes on at the mention of Byleth. “You were clearly captivated by her but it’s certainly not out of place from you.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with dinner and a show? Besides, I see how you look at her. Can’t blame me for trying!”

Dimitri flushes. “I-I would never!”

“Listen, between you and me, I heard they’re getting a shipment of her favorite teas in. I could tell you which ones to pick out if you want.” Dimitri’s eyes widen, zoning into his every word, and Sylvain grins as he spins an at least partly true story of Byleth’s preferences.

Felix doesn’t come up for the rest of their conversation.

-

“Felix says you’re avoiding him.”

“Me? Why, I’d never!”

Ingrid scowls at him, lips jutting out the way she’d never grown out of since childhood. Sylvain chuckles, crossing his arms languidly behind his head. “How could I avoid him? We only take class together every single day.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Ingrid says. “I saw you both eating with Professor Byleth in the cafeteria last week. You were speaking with her the entire time, even though Felix was right besides you. Isn’t that a form of avoidance?”

“What? Did that happen?” Sylvain coughs, scratching his head. “He probably just wasn’t saying much. Can’t blame a guy for talking to someone who actually replies. And, hey, don’t you spend the entire mealtime scarfing down your food instead of conversing with your partner?”

“That’s—it’s not related!”

“I dunno,” he whistles. “That’s not what Dorothea said last time~”

“Dorothea? What did Dorothea say? Sylvain? Sylvain!”

-

“You’re on weed duty with Felix this week.”

“Wha—professor, really?”

Sylvain groans, cupping his face in his hands. It’s not unusual for Byleth to assign them odd and ends chores every week, sometimes keeping them the same no matter the weather (Ingrid practically lives in the stables with Marianne, through heat wave and snow. He really should drop by with snacks one day). But weed pulling? The thing Dimitri used to get assigned to before she caught him putting it in his mouth??

“I’m not fit for weed pulling, it doesn’t fit my,” he hesitates, mind whirring. “Skillset. I’d be a better help with the horses, you know. Why not swap me and Ingrid for once?”

Byleth gives him a slow blink. Her eyes look dead inside, but they kind of always looked like that. “Felix says you’re avoiding him.”

He groans a second time. Of course. “He told you that?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I heard it from Claude.” Claude? Entirely different house Claude? Byleth nods. “Who heard it from Hilda, who heard it from Marianne, who heard it from Ingrid, who heard it from Dedue, who heard it from Dimitri, who heard it from—”

“Felix,” Sylvain manages. He doesn’t groan a third time, though it is a near thing. “Felix told him.”

“Yes.” Byleth tips her head, staring at him. Or into his soul. Whichever. “If you already knew that, why haven’t you spoken to him yet?”

Sylvain doesn’t answer, eyes darting away. He knows that red will show on his cheeks regardless, yet dense as Felix is, Byleth is denser, and neither of them would even begin to comprehend what it could possibly mean when the childhood friend who flirts with you an entire lifetime suddenly starts stuttering through conversations like a fool half the time and avoiding you the rest. A mystery! Truly, an unsolvable, closed room case!!

“You could put a question in the advice box if you’d rather ask anonymously.”

“Professor, you write all our names on your answers. That’s not anonymous.”

“It’s more effective that way. Students work better when their advice is direct.” She smiles, raising a hand before she turns. “I’ll see you and Felix at the garden on Sunday.”

Her coat covers absolutely everything as she walks away. He stares at her figure regardless, cupping a hand over his mouth.

Fuck.

-

Felix is there at the crack of dawn, already hunched over the weeds and pulling them with the force of eighteen years of repressed rage. It’s almost impressive how efficiently he works through the grass as a noble: sure, he tears a little more grass than weed sometimes, but the green staining his gloves and the half-full buckle is proof of his hard work. The grass crunches beneath Sylvain’s feet as he enters.

Felix looks up and Sylvain bites down on the urge to flee.

“Good morning,” he says instead. Felix stares at him a moment longer, gaze lingering.

Beautiful. Wispy strands of hair stick to Felix’s cheek where sweat has begun to bead after a morning of hard work, cheeks pink with exertion and making clear the elegant edges of high cheekbones. He looks like a model, not a man hunched over a schoolyard, but fuck if those cat eyes drinking him in aren’t some of the prettiest he’s ever seen. Maybe the prettiest. At least top five. Top three?

“Good morning.” He doesn’t stare at Felix’s lips. He doesn’t. he doesn’t, he doesn’t. Maybe if he chants it enough times, the smudge of pink across those lips will fade from his memory.

It doesn’t.

Sylvain manages a smile, opening his mouth as Felix turns back to the garden, hands already returning to work. Well! That’s fine, then. Better than running his mouth and embarrassing himself even more than he’d already had for the week.

Weed pulling is, despite his complaints, not the worst chore to be assigned at Garreg Mach. It’s almost calming, a mindless chore of pulling and pulling, and he’s sure that on any other day, any other occasion, he’d be thankful for the still, calm quiet of an early Sunday. Hell, he’d probably still enjoy it today if Byleth was here! Or literally anyone else!

He pulls a little too hard on a weed and dirt goes flying, spraying his neatly pressed pants with it. Sylvain exhales and bites his lip rather than complaining the way he would if he were alone; Felix shifts besides him, eyes still down on the garden, but the angle is perfect, the shine of his hair is inviting, glossy, and Sylvain just wants to—

His hand stretches outwards just as Felix turns. And instead of navy strands of hair meeting his fingers, Sylvain finds his palm cupping Felix’s cheek instead.

His pink cheek. His warm cheek. Warm with exercise, warm with blood pumping through his body to keep him alive, warm with, maybe, the realization that they’re alone together at a time when no one else is awake.

Oh, goddess. He can’t do this.

“I-I need to go.”

Grass rustles as he jolts to his feet, unsteady, fight or flight screaming in his mind. Sylvain barely manages a backstep before Felix is up with him, bucket of collected weeds banging as it spills his morning’s hardship all over the floor. He gapes at him, eyes widening, as golden eyes fixate on him. Felix’s hands clench. Unclench. His pulse rises. Sylvain swallows.

He runs.

Felix runs right after him.

His scream is very dignified. “What are you doing? You have weeds to pick!”

“What are you doing!” Felix yells back. Their footsteps echo through the empty halls, louder than they have any right to be, and a painting of the goddess looks disapprovingly upon them when Sylvain nearly bangs his shoulder on a sharp turn. There’s a clang of metal behind him, closer than it has any right to be, and he shouts when a left turn sends him stumbling into the nearby wall. His head rings, dazed, before it’s slammed forward a second time when Felix’s body barrels right behind him and sending them sprawling on the floor.

Felix, on him. Sylvain sweats, already trying to turn back, but Felix’s hands grab his wrists and press down. “Wait—wait!”

“What’s with you?” Felix snarls. Sylvain gasps as his wrists are wrenched downwards, Felix’s weight on his back sending every alarm in his head screaming. He’s warm, goddess, fuck, he’s so warm. “Are you insane? Running through the Academy like a criminal?”

“M-maybe I like to be chased!” He sputters. His cheeks are burning. There’s nothing around him but the ground and Felix, and fuck, Felix is all he can think about.

“As if,” Felix says, scathing. “Tell that to the women who want you to leave them alone. Why is it that when they want to see you, you’re always gone?”

“That’s, you know, the thrill of the chase!” Sylvain gasps as Felix pins his hands down with his knees instead, flat palms encircling his waist; the whine that startles out of him is shameless. “Wahahaait, hold on, that ticklehehes!”

Felix blinks and then those fingers move now, spidering, and Sylvain shrieks. “Good.”

He says something between “No!” or “Felix, listen!” he thinks, maybe, but any and all coherent thoughts racing in his mind are drowned out by the urge to throw his head back in giggles as Felix’s hands dig roughly into the curve of his hips. He does exactly that, eyes squeezing shut yet unable to block out the electric currents running beneath his skin.

Sylvain’s fist hits the hard floor before he tries rolling out from under Felix’s grasp, squeaking and curling up when doing so just lets rough fingers slide between the uniform shirt. It feels impossible for his face to grow hotter but it does, burning, every sensation amplified by his yearning embarrassment. “Fehehehlix! Stahahahp!”

“Why should I?”

What does he say? What can he say? That the touch is already too much, that he might be going insane if this continues, that it doesn’t really matter if Felix’s hands are above the belt when his minds been flip-flopping about them in this exact position the past two weeks?

“I—cohohome on! I cahaHAHAN’T think likehehe this!”

Felix doesn’t offer him a verbal response, opting instead to pry his shirt higher and claw at the exposed skin. If the very thought of it is overwhelming, then the actual thing might well destroy the fragile thread of sanity still left in his head; Sylvain thrashes, attempting to rise to his elbows, to kick out his legs, but all his struggling does is have his shirt fall more open, a wide expanse of weakness open for the taking. Felix does, hands crawling upwards, rough, harsh, tracing every clenched muscle and earning choked out pleas and the very scrambled mess Sylvain’s brain is melting into.

“Plehehahahase!”

 “Stop moving.” Felix hisses in his ear, which absolutely does not help.

“HAHAHAHOW?!”

There’s a snort, genuinely amused, and Sylvain’s certain he’s red from the tops of his ears down to his shoulders at the noise. “Figure it out yourself.”

Goddess, have mercy.

The echo of his begging in the hall is horribly embarrassing, but worse than that is the shrieky hiccupping bouts of laughter he takes on when Felix’s hands make their way beneath his arms. He hasn’t been tickled in years, not since they were kids, but he’d always, always had the height advantage back then against Felix; no one besides Glenn knew how badly it tickled there, and he honestly thought he might’ve been able to take that information with him to the grave if not for the way Felix focused on his armpits now, relentless, and Sylvain shakes with renewed desperation as tears begin to bead in his eyes.

“FEHEHEHELIX! I’M GONNAHAHAA DIEHEHEHEHE!”

“Huh. You’re actually really ticklish.”

No shit. Felix shifts on him and Sylvain swallows as he’s reminded yet again of their position, of Felix right on him, thighs clamped around his hips. It’s too easy for his mind to spin back, a swaying pendulum vying to either melt into the floor to escape the tickling or lay there if it meant Felix would continue to touch him.

Touching him. Right. It’s Felix’s hands on him. Felix’s hands that are digging in all over him.

He’s going to explode.

“Oh, good morning.”

“Wha—Professor!”

Sylvain wheezes as he’s shoved away, hastily taking the opportunity to curl up and hide his crimson face as Byleth and Felix’s voices wash over him. What time must it be, for Byleth to be coming down this route? No doubt half the student population woke up to his screeching laughter—at least his reputation was bad enough he could get away with it. Sylvain rubs at his face, teeth clicking in embarrassment at the ticklish tears that have begun to fall, only to flinch at a poke to his side. “H-hey!”

“Pay attention.” Felix’s usual scowl has slid neatly back in place as he jabs Sylvain’s side again. His eyes flicker up to Sylvain, widening for a moment at the no doubt mess of his red, wet cheeks, before darting away again.

He isn’t the only one to notice. “Sylvain, are you crying?”

He shakes his head at Byleth’s question. “I’m fine, professor. Just, uh, got my ass handed to me.”

She quirks a brow. “Pretty early for an ass beating.”

He laughs at that, startled; his amused gaze flickers to Felix before his laugh takes on a flustered element when Felix meets his gaze openly, golden eyes searching his. “I—er, yeah? Right, Felix?”

Felix coughs, gaze dropping first. “It was deserved.”

“Hm. Well, I’m glad you’ve talked it out. Or beat it out,” Byleth pauses. “But I’m just here to check on the chores.”

The chores? Oh, the chores.

“Did you finish cleaning the weeds?”

“Ahaha…. About that… it’s a long story…?”

“Seteth should be at the lawn right now,” she hums, tapping her chin before amusement sparkles in her eyes. Sylvain swallows. “Knowing him… I’ll see you both after class for detention today?”

Both. Him and Felix, probably alone, with professor. He turns to Felix, mouth agape, but the other turns away the moment their eyes meet. It’s enough, though, for Sylvain to see the pink of his ears, the twitching of his cheek, the way his hands cross over his chin.

The hands that were under his shirt just minutes ago.

Aw fuck.

“We’ll be there, professor.”

He really needs to learn how to melt into the floor.

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[mysteriouslee]

FRILDA

Tickle Fic Idea: Work Days

Imagine the lee comes home utterly exhausted but continues to work despite the pleas of the ler to actually rest. After a bit of bickering Ler essentially says “fuck it.” And immediately scoops the lee and explains that they’re going to head in for work. The lee is confused momentarily before it finally sets in that they’re gonna get wrecked. •To start the ler “clocks in” by squeezing the lee’s most ticklish spot. •“Counts documents” by counting the amount of ribs the lee has. (If the lee squirms too much the let starts over.) •Has a “lunch break” by making obnoxious nomming noises against the lee’s stomach. •And anything else the ler can come up with on the spot. “I swear this computer isn’t working..”

“OHOHOKAY! IHIHI GEHEHET IHIHIHIT!”

“I’ll have to reset it.” The lee than proceeds to lean down and blow raspberries against the lees belly despite its pleas.

“NOHOHOHO-! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!”

“That’s much better! Now I can get my work done finally.” But after all of that the lee is completely exhausted (but giddy and a bit thankful) from all the tickles and they essentially cuddle together and fall asleep.

BOOM! (If you use this idea tag me I would love to read.)

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Twenty Two

available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag for other chapters | warnings: mentions of smoking and cigarettes

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Twenty Two:

The waters of Zaun’s river lapped at the river bank as you both lounged on the ground, the sun illuminating the pages of your book wonderfully. Lying flat on your belly, you kicked your feet back and forth as Silco skipped the stones over the water’s surface.

“We were supposed to be out together,” he grumbled. “But you have your nose buried in that stupid book.”

You flicked a page, shushing him. “Be quiet. Julia’s just about to kill the evil witch.”

He chuckled, amused as his eyes settled on your unaware face. They traced the curve of your nose, the way your lashes fluttered as you blinked, the way your lips parted in wonder at the narrative unfolding behind your eyes.

“Does the evil witch ever get a name?” He probed. You looked up.

“The Evil Blanca,” you said proudly. He laughed.

“That’s a stupid name.”

You rolled your eyes, returning to the book. He leaned over to you, breath tickling your ear. “Be honest, [name], and admit that book’s shit.”

You gave a small laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you angled your head away. “Stop that. It tickles.”

“What does?” He put a palm flat on the ground next to you, caging you in as he leaned back into your nape. You squirmed against him.

“That!” You laughed breathlessly. 

His hands flew to your sides, attacking you with tickles until you were gasping for air, tears in your eyes as you could barely breathe. “Admit the book’s awful.”

“I admit it!” You cried out, cackling hard as you tried to wiggle away from him. He grabbed your hips and dragged you back in. “It’s the worst thing I’ve ever read!”

“Not possible. It’s the only thing you’ve ever read.” His fingers stopped moving, but his hands didn’t move away from your hips. You kicked one of your legs over his, grinning. 

“I’ve read your ledgers,” you pointed out.

“They’re numbers, [name].”

“They’re better cause I know you’re the one who wrote them.”

“So what? You’re in love with my handwriting?”

You swooned dramatically. “You’ve caught me.”

“I didn’t know my handwriting had an admirer.”

You smirked, leaning away a little. He leaned forward in return. “Not just your handwriting?”

“Is that so?” He murmured, eyes transfixed on your face. 

You were quickly beginning to flush at the turn the conversation was taking, and pulled away from him, drawing your knees up to your chest. “R-right, well- you’re right, the book is really cheesy. But it’s sweet. And it’s fun.”

He picked up the hardback and flicked to the page you’d marked, a small grin still on his face. “Flowery language,” he remarked. “The bane of my existence.”

“Just say you’re a Negative Nancy,” you complained, and snatched the book off of him. He sighed and rolled his eyes. You stowed it away in your satchel, standing up.

He followed suit, slinging his arm around your shoulders. You grunted as he dragged your closer, making you stumble. “Last Drop?”

“Is that the only place you spend your time?” You muttered. He grinned and looked at you.

“There and with you.”

“That’s really sad.”

He jostled you, and you yelped, clutching the strap of your satchel. “Don’t act as if it’s the same with you,” he said, jabbing at your ribs. You twisted away from him.

“Not true,” you retorted. “I have Hilda’s shop. And Alice.”

“Speaking of which, is waiting for you at the Last Drop. So let’s pick up the pace, shall we?”

The door creaked as you both entered. Alice and a younger Violet were sitting on the floor, a spread of colourful papers beneath them. Felicia emerged from behind the counter. You looked at her pregnant belly, dropping the satchel to the floor. 

“Looks uncomfortable,” you remarked, walking over to where Alice was. Your daughter looked up at you, giving you a gap toothed grin. You leaned down.

Felicia sighed. “It looks how it feels,” she said tiredly, walking across the room to slide into a chair. You picked up one of Alice’s drawings. The aid filled with heavy silence and the scratching of Vi’s crayon on paper.

“I drew a flower!” Alice said proudly. You held the paper to your chest.

“It’s wonderful. When we go home, I’ll frame it and hang it up. In fact, let’s dedicate an entire wall to your drawings.” You began picking up the strewn drawings all over the floor. “It’ll be our own little art gallery.”

“Really?” Her big green eyes were shining. You laughed and nodded. You could hear Silco’s footsteps behind you as he went to sit at Felicia’s table.

“Ever thought of having kids, [name]?” Felicia asked. There was another drink in her hand. She swirled the straw around in the sweet liquid. You turned to look at her. 

Silco was sitting opposite her, face pointedly looking at a book. You realized it was the ‘Julia and the Wickerlight’ he hated so much. He was frowning, flicking through the pages, eyes skimming the words. Felicia was facing you, looking at you expectantly. 

“Oh, I’m not sure.” You turned back to Alice, smoothing the girl’s hair over. She wasn’t listening, too busy creating another crude, wobbly masterpiece. “Dunno who I’d even have them with anyways. Plus, I have Alice.” You quickly glanced back to her, eyes flicking to Silco and then back to her, and flashed her a grin. 

She shifted in her seat, and Silco looked up. “What about you, Sil? You're gonna have kids?”

His brow furrowed and he turned back to the book. “Unless I find someone, most likely not.”

“Go find someone then.”

He waved a hand at her dismissively, ignoring her. She rolled her eyes and looked at you. “How come you’re not sure? I mean, sure, you have Alice, but wouldn’t you want one that’s really your own?”

“Alice is really my own,” you said coldly. She flushed. 

“Not like that,” she started quickly. “I-“

“I should hope not.” You stood up, and dusted yourself off. “And anyways, I’m not impartial to the company of children.”

“Really?” She crossed her arms, elbows pressed against the table as you flopped into a seat, digging around in the previously-discarded-on-the-floor satchel Silco had dragged along with him. “You look like you love them.”

“I’m nice to them, and care about them,” you retorted. You pulled out a pack of cards. “Anyone wanna play Un?”

“No thanks,” Silco muttered. He was focused on the book. You nudged him teasingly.

“See? It’s not so bad, is it?”

“…It’s well written,” he said stiffly. You squealed with delight, grabbing the book from his hands. He looked at you, miffed.

“Sorry.” You cleared your throat. “I’m just glad you like it.”

“Give it back,” he snapped. You blinked at him. 

“…Why?”

“I was just about to read the bit where Blanca steals Nico’s candle. The book, please.”

You bit your lip, grinning as you practically thrust the book at him. “You love it.”

“It’s readable.”

You ignored him, still grinning wildly as you began shuffling the cards. Felicia watched you both carefully, before picking up the small hand you’d tossed to her. You swept the remainder of the cards into a neat deck by your side.

You played your first card, eyes flicking to the bar. Vander had emerged from the back, and was wiping down the bar top. Alice and Violet had migrated to a small, quiet booth in the corner.

Felicia noticed you staring. “It won’t be a rowdy night,” she reassured you. “It’s Monday evening. People tend to keep it quiet on nights like these.”

You gave her a brisk smile and nodded as she set down a yellow card, and dismissively flicked your own yellow on top. “You’ve got Vi. I’ll trust your judgement.”

Felicia laughed, running a hand through her hair as she set down a yellow plus-two. You paused, staring at her. “It’s been three cards since the game started,” you said, affronted. She laughed, raising a shoulder.

“Pick up two, then.”

Your hand hovered over your plus-four, when you felt Silco’s breath on your neck.

“Don’t play it.”

You turned to him. His breath was on your cheek now. “What?” You whispered softly. He scooted closer to you, eyes still fixated on your hand.

“Save the plus-four for later.” He took two cards from the deck on the side and pushed them into your lap. His fingers grazed your thigh and you shivered. Felicia was focused on the two girls in the corner as she waited for your next move. “If she’s only on one card or hits you with plus-four instead. Save your good cards for later in the game.”

The sudden proximity was making you blush, even though you’d been this close before. Was it the fact that he was whispering in your ear? Patiently explaining to you, attention fixed on you, hands on your-

Felicia tossed down another card. He straightened up and turned back to the book. You looked at her, frazzled.

“Uh, right.” You played a red six. She smirked at your red face.

“What’s wrong? You look like a tomato.”

“Too much to drink, maybe,” you said briskly, rearranging the cards in your quivering hands.

“You haven’t drunk,” she pointed out flatly. You shrugged. 

“Whatever. Then it’s the heat.”

“It’s the middle of Nove-“

You slammed your hand onto the table. She flinched and Silco raised his head. You drew your palm away to reveal the black card.

Plus four.

Felicia sulkily picked up four cards, pressing her lips together. You rolled your eyes, huffing lightly. “Colour change to red.”

Silco looked at you inquisitively. You looked at him. “What?”

“You didn’t take my advice.”

Felicia put down a card. You put down another. Plus two. “Un,” you said excitedly. She groaned, looking down at the six cards still left in her hands. Silco touched your shoulder. You looked at him.

“Sorry,” you said quickly, and put down your final card before Felicia could even make her move. She tossed her hand onto the table- every colour but red lay before her. “I won though.”

He shrugged. “That you did.”

You grinned. “How’s the book going?”

“Very suspenseful.” He handed the thin copy to you. “I’ll finish it later.”

“Have you marked it?”

“I find dog-earring pages a horrific practice, but since your book’s pages are practically dog faced I took the liberty to make a little fold where I left off.” You turned the book to the side to see a small break in the pages, then back up at him again.

“It’s fine.” 

He let out a short breath. “I know it’s fine.”

“Let’s read together.”

He looked at you as you shoved him further down the booth, so his back was pressed to the wall, and clambered over his legs to get to his other side. You pressed the book against his chest. “I’m way ahead of you, so it’ll be like a recap for me.

He tensed beneath you as you pressed yourself against his arm, shifting so your head was resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. Then relaxed, melted. You could hear his quickening heartbeat. He gingerly opened the pages.

“Fine,” he muttered. You hummed, basking in the warmth radiating off of him in waves.

‘And so, Ciara and Elysia set off upon the high hills to search for their sister, not knowing about the castle she had bound herself to. Their dedication and love illuminated a trail through the forest…’

Silco smacked a hand against the page exasperatedly. “See? This is awful. How does their dedication and love lead them to a magical hidden castle?”

You rolled your eyes, tilting your head. Your lips just barely brushed his collarbone. “Because it’s a story, idiot.”

“Right.” He scoffed. You nudged him.

“See, something must have led me to you, right?” You cheekily joked. After a moment of silence, you looked up at him. He was blushing, avoiding your gaze.

“What, dedication and love?”

“Precisely.”

He scoffed, still not looking at you. “Liar. It was your nicotine addiction.”

“I just wanted a cigarette!” You protested. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. You stiffened. He tilted your chin so you were facing the book again, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“And I’m glad you did.”

-

You were in bed.

Awake.

You didn’t know where you were at first. By the patterns in the ceiling, you assumed you were in the Haven.

You didn’t know who’s clothes you were wearing. Judging by the soft texture, you assumed they were Donna’s.

You didn’t know who scrubbed you clean. Your face felt fresh. The air was cool. Your palms weren’t soaked in blood, other than a small dark line of red beneath your fingernails. You assumed it was Donna.

You hadn’t moved an inch, bar your chest moving up and down with every shallow breath. 

You feared if you moved, then you’d have to face everything that had happened last night. That it would become truly real. You refused to believe in it otherwise.

Shutting your raw, tear-dry, sleep-crusted eyes, you tried to fall back asleep.

[oliverdeend]

Introduction!

I’m Oliver and I’m a 19 year old hobby artist from Germany ☺️

This is my first time being active active on here, soo.. I’m still new to this 🫶🏻

I’m autistic and I may have spelling mistakes because I’m dyslexic and I’m not a native English speaker (please don’t be mean if I write something wrong🥲🙏🏻)

This is a tickle blog and I thought I’ll post the stuff i usually post on instagram here too! (Most of them have bad quality because I deleted the original pictures, but from now on I’ll make sure they’re in good quality😅)

I think it’s also important to mention that I don’t do commissions or anything because I’m a very slow drawer who takes lots of monthly breaks 😵‍💫 (but you can always ask/ DM me and I’m always reading asks/ DM’s ☺️ and if you’re lucky I might just draw you something if life isn’t too consuming and you’re not a demanding jerk entitled to my time)

(Help on how to do things/ run a blog and things I can do better is appreciated🙏🏻🩷)

Fandom list under the cut!

DC villains and Heroes

Tabaluga

Marvel (x-men too)

Slashers Movies

Disney Villains (maybe heroes too depending on who)

Adventure Time

Transformers (hopefully I’ll manage to get the details 🥲)

Sh-Ra (on Netflix) / He-Man

Stop motion Movies/ Short Movies (a Mister Brothers Christmas, Peter cottontail, Wendel & Wild, etc..)

Ben 10 (and everything else that belongs to the franchise)

The Octonauts

Hilda (on Netflix)

Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss

The little Prince

The Sandman (on Netflix)

9 (the movie from 2005 with the little “dolls”)

Star Wars the Clone Wars

School for Vampires

The amazing digital Circus

Anime⬇️

Welcome to demon school! Irim-kun

Assassination classroom

Seven deadly sins

Overlord

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle

One Piece

Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts

I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss

Ancient Magus Bride

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime

Reborn as a Vending Machine, Now I Wander the Dungeon

Delicious in Dungeon

Dragonball Z (idk about completely all of it but I’ll try my best)

Comics/ Manga/ Stories⬇️

Siúil, a Rún - The Girl from the Other Side

The Invisible Man and His Soon-to-Be Wife

The Property of Hate

Vast Unknown

Creepypasta And SCP (not all of them but some)

Video Games

Dead by Daylight

Poppy Playtime

FNAF (again idk much about the new stuff but I’ll try)

Undertale (maybe Deltarune too but i don’t know much about it)

Backrooms

Lethal Company

Fran Bow

Little Misfortune

Night in the woods

I’m pretty sure I forgot some but this is all for now 😋

You can always ask for a Fandom even if it isn’t on the list, I’ll let you know if I’ll be doing it (and hey, maybe the new fandom even lands on the list if I like it :)

Side note: these are the ones I’ll be drawing or Writing for, not all I know. I know plenty more wich I just didn’t want to include because they’re too hard to draw or just not my cup of tea

[giggly-squiggily]

Headcanons To Dabbles Masterlist (D-G)

Here are all the dabbles from the Headcanons to Dabble Event from D-F! :D (Previous Masterlist was too big- had to break it up)

Full Masterlist

Last updated: 7/4/24

Danganronpa

Do The Thing? (Lee!Maki, Ler!Kaede)

Check-In! (Lee!Taka, Lers!Mondo, Leon, Chihiro)

Cheer Up, Kiyo! (Lee!Korekiyo, Ler!Gonta)

Company (Lee!Shuichi, Ler!Kokichi)

Foot Rest (Lee!Yasuhiro, Ler!Mondo)

Nails (Korekiyo x Reader)

Sibling Check (Switches!Ibuki, Hajime)

Sweet Talk (Nagito x Reader)

Death Note

Self Preservation (Lee!L, Ler!Light)

Demon Slayer

Air Tickles (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Hantengu Clones)

All Ears (Lee!Douma, Ler!Akaza)

Bed Time (Douma x Reader)

Challenge Accepted (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)

Crybaby (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)

Cupid (Lee!Sanemi, Ler!Tengen)

Douma's Army (Lee!Daki, Gyutaro, Kaigaku, Ler!Gyokko)

Drummer Boy and The Pesky Spider (Lee!Kyogai, Ler!Rui)

Eye Contact (Lee!Tengen, Ler!Sanemi)

Elevator (Lee!Kokushibou, Ler!Douma)

Eyes On Me (Lee!Koku, Ler!Douma)

Feathered Touch (Lee!Giyu, Ler!Crow)

Fluster (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)

First Aid (Lee!Tanjiro, Ler!Genya)

Five Seconds (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)

Frustration Cure (Lee!Tanjiro, Lers!Rengoku, Mitsuri)

Future Sightings (Lee!Kokushibou, Ler!Douma)

Gone In The Wind (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Sanemi)

Heat Of The Moment (Lee!Douma, Ler!Akaza)

Keen Sense Of Hearing (Lee!Tanjiro, Inosuke, Ler!Zenitsu)

Lavender Fly (Lee!Giyu, Ler!Shinobu)

Little hands, my only weakness (Switches!Gyomei, Nezuko)

The Look (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)

Medicine (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Shinobu)

Mending (Lee!Genya, Ler!Sanemi)

Messed With The Wrong Demon (Lee!Douma, Ler!Koku)

Mirrored Memories (Lee!Muichiro, Lers!Kagaya, Amane) 

Mirror (Lee!Nezuko, Ler!Tengen)

Munch (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Reader)

Off Button (Lee!Akaza, Lers!Daki, Gyutaro)

Ribs (Lee!Gyutaro, Ler!Rui)

Run (Lee!Rui, Ler!Douma)

Sit With Me (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Kagaya)

Smile (Lee!Giyu, Ler!Sanemi)

Snowflakes (Lee!Douma, Ler!Akaza)

Spell It For Me (Lee!Sanemi, Ler!Tengen)

Stripes (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)

Taisho Era Tickle Monster (Switch!Tanjiro, Lees!Zenitsu, Nezuko)

(Tickle) Fight Me! (Lee!Inosuke, Ler!Tanjiiro)

Team Work Makes The Dream Work (Lee!Tengen, Lers!Sanemi, Giyu)

Teenage Dream (Muichiro x Reader) 

Thick Skin (Lee!Douma, Lers!Daki, Rui)

Tickle Yourself (Lee!Aizetsu, Ler!Urogi)

Unexpected (Switches!Sabito, Giyu) 

Unshakable (Lee!Kokushibou, Ler!Douma) 

What I Like About You (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)

Who’s Better? (Lees!Sanemi, Muichiro, Lers!Tengen, Rengoku)

Dr Stone

Chair Sized (Lee!Ryusui, Ler!Tsukasa) 

Ballet (Lee!Gen, Ler!Senku)

Dad Mode (Lee!Senku, Ler!Byakuya)

Flower Language (Lee!Gen, Ler!Senku)

Heartbeat (Ukyo x Romantic!Reader) 

I Smell A Storm (Lee!Tsukasa, Ler!Ryusui)

Returning Hug (Lee!Ryusui, Ler!Tsukasa)

Talk to me (Lee!Gen, Ler!Senku) 

Traitor (Lee!Ryusui, Ler!Tsukasa)

Fire Emblem

Retainer's Contribution (Lee!Sylvain, Lers!Dimitri, Dedue)

Splitting Sides (Lee!Claude, Ler!Hilda)

Fire Force

Begone, Devil! (Lee!Shinra, Ler!Arthur)

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Ants (Lee!Ikuya, Ler!Natsuya) 

Foot Rest (Lee!Rin, Ler!Sousuke)

Liar Liar (Lee!Rin, Ler!Sousuke)

Jog Your Memory (Lee!Rin, Ler!Nagisa)

Resting Bitch Face (Lee!Haru, Ler!Makoto) 

Temper Tantrum (Lee!Rin, Ler!Nitori)

Fruits Basket

Rival (Lee!Nao, Ler!Yuki)

[thatonecatcat]

OKAY CAN I JUST..

HILDA COMBAT VOICELINES LOL FML

under the cut as usual (spoilers for hilda)

Elemental skill

Hilda launches herself back and spawns a small fairy mound, dealing AoE damage to nearby enemies for a short period of time before disappearing.

“Booo!”

“To the mist!”

“Take them away!”

Elemental Burst

Hilda takes to the sky, bringing down roots to the ground dealing AoE dmg.

“Airborne!”

“Away with you!”

“Hey-Ho!”

Sprint Start

“One, two, one..”

Sprint End

“Whoo!”

Deploying Wind Glider

“To the skies~”

Opening Treasure Chest

“Ehh— It’s okay.”

“They look nice, I guess.”

“Thats cool, thats funky, thats..”

Low HP

“Not now!”

“No, no, no..”

“Breathe in, breathe out..”

Ally At Low HP

“Wait— Hide behind there!”

“I can’t lose you too.”

Fallen

“Breathe..”

“Got.. too.. weak..”

“They lied to me..”

Light Hit Taken

“Ouch!”

“Haha— That tickles!”

“I’ll fix it up later!”

Heavy Hit Taken

“Im off my game..”

“Yikes!”

“Inhale, exhale, inhale..”

Joining Party

“What’s the occasion?”

“Okay, so I’ve got snacks, extra clothes, medical kit..”

“We can rest before we go.”

Receiving gifts

“You’re good at this! Could you teach me sometime?”

“Wow, how long have you been cooking, exactly?”

“…Thank you?”

[ratsoh-writes]

gaspu, the inbox opens!

OK how about a bestie who is like, excessively ticklish. like even pretending to tickle the air will make them wheeze and run away like the devil is chasing them. who abuses this fact, who's nice about it, etc

(all my asks will be dealers choice because rats is the best skele dealer down this way of tumblr)

-wisteria

Quill: oh he’s so nice. He never does this to his bestie once he finds out, and he’ll even cover for them in case any one else gets close to revealing their “secret”. Quill has a lot of sympathy for friends plight considering his own experience with his ticklishness lol

Crow: he’s almost scared to tickle friend now and will actively avoid it. Why? Cause when crow tickles quill, he gets his face full of dust lol. When quill is startled, his wings produce a sudden thick cloud of chalk like dust. It’s quite a hindrance

Hilda: you should have never told her. Now whenever you and Hilda fight/spar, and you get anywhere close to winning, she’s bringing out the tickle hands. Dirty cheater. Heck, even if you aren’t the wrestling type, she still uses your weakness against you when you guys banter.

Saga: oh my, that’s so uncouth! Don’t worry bestie, saga will find a way for you to overcome this undignified habit! Bless her poor friend, because sagas way of helping them overcome their ticklishness is through exposure therapy. Tickle hands when you least expect it at all times. You aren’t sure if she’s being genuine or is secretly just enjoying teasing you

Mal: of course he weaponizes this. You annoy him? Tickle hands. You seem sad? Tickle hands. He wants your attention? Tickle hands. Heck sometimes he’s just bored and wants to torture you. Mal is such a sadist

Cash: one word: RUN

[mysteriouslee]

watching Hilda for the first time.

lee!Frida ler!Hilda

Frida continuously pondered around her room, anxiety raised through the roof. Hilda sat on the bed and listened to Frida's nervous rambling and watch her cross her arms and make a dent in the floor from circling around it. Frida wouldn't exactly tell her what's wrong but she felt her presence needed.Hilda put her hand on Frida's shoulder.

"Frida, it's ok" Hilda attempted at reassurance.

"No, I failed, my parents will see me for a failure" ranted Frida

"But, Frida your parents are insane, trust me when I say that nothing will ever make you a failure, at least in my eyes and plus their expectations are out of wack anyways" reaponded Hilda.

Hilda hoped she said the right thing.

"I got a 98" said Frida with shame in her eyes. Frida let out a deep sigh and looked towards Hilda who motioned for her sit beside her. Frida flopped beside her blue haired friend and leaned into her shoulder. Hilda wrapped her arms around her friend. Though being with Hilda is quite nerve wracking for the most part, it seemed her nerves were suddenly calm. They sat in silence for a while, finding solace in each other's presence. They both eventually nodded off to sleep.

Hilda's eyes blinked open, the sky's hue was darker shade of blue that wrapped itself around the room.Hilda found her arm trapped in Frida's embrace.

"Frida, I gotta go home" Hilda stated but Frida wouldnt budge.

"Five more minutes"Frida mumbled half asleep.

"Frida my mum is probably worried" Hilda exspressed but Hilda only received a grumble in return.

"Hey come on now" Hilda coerced as she poked the girl beside her earning a little giggle from her.Hilda grew an evil grin.

"Alright then 5 more minutes" Hilda said with mischeif written all over her face.

Frida was at peace until she felt fingers spider her lower rib. "Hee hehe, Hildaha" giggled Frida who started to squirm away.

"Where are you going, you said five minutes remember?"slyly questioned the primary colours clad girl. Hilda lightly dug her fingers on the skin of Frida's neck and Frida yelped and dissovled into loud laughter.

"Shhh, you'll wake your parents" scolded Hilda as if she wasn't tickling Frida, especially on one of her weak spots.

"STAHAP *snort* HAHAHA" Frida attempted to plead but squealed when Hilda's hands found her armpits.

Suddenly they both heard a door outside of Frida's open. They awakened Frida's parents.

"Fiddlesticks" they both whispered.

[betweenthetimeandsound]

“Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours, I will be it.” 

--prompt from @demawrites

"And what do you make of me, young lady? Like how your husband sees us?" Iris analyzed Adele and her fragile form, her countenance teetering between pity, disgust, and inquisitiveness. Adele's hands trembled, with only a few scars and the two rings on her left hand distinguishing her from the other noblewomen of Hilda's court. And even then, Iris only noted the way Adele's fingers danced in the air.

"Is there anything else that I know? Forgive me; it seemed like your kind is dangerous to us," Adele replied, struggling to maintain her voice in front of the sorceress.

"Magic could save lives, as you, of all people, should know."

At that moment, Adele crooked her neck up; its scars radiating against the little light which came out of the cracks. Her collarbone was barely visible from underneath her skin, a sharp contrast to how they protruded a couple of years before. The warmth of her skin contrasted with the coolness which surrounded her; something burned which would've incinerated her a while ago.

"But how would you know? People like you would only bring harm--"

Iris didn't wait another second before flipping her hand and watching Adele's head contort; her eyes rolling onto the back of her head. A twinge of sympathy tickled her gaze, but not before she flung her hand back to her waist, and Adele held her head to keep herself from losing consciousness. A sudden darkness covered her head, as if a storm arrived once again for all its sorrows.

"How do you feel?" Iris murmured to the shaken shell of a women. When Adele's face lifted up to the sorceress' once again, only a glimmer of light remained, keeping her tethered to the mortal world.

[green-crow]

Needed a bit of a break from studying (almost done!!!) and decided to play around with an OTP prompt generator. I like grabbing a couple of prompts and writing a small thingy based on em, so Imma share em for the funsies

"Hilda and Viggo laying together in a field under the setting sun. Hilda is weaving flowers together to make a flower crown while Viggo is laying on their back watching the sun sink below the horizon."

A soft hum reaches Viggo's ears as he lets himself relax for once, laying down on the field. The humid blades of grass tickle the few spots where his armours fails to cover his skin, and the gentle breeze carries a soft yet welcomed aroma of various kinds of wildflowers. The waves crash against the cliffs in an almost rhythmic manner, but her hums manage to keep him from falling asleep completely. He opens one eye in search of the source of the gentle tune, but before he can locate it, he feels something getting placed on his head. He looks up and the sight of a flower crown makes the once chief of the dragon hunters smile gently. "A crown for the king of my heart!" Hilda says with a big smile that Viggo cannot get enough of, almost as warm as the now sinking sun. She rolls over from where she was seated and lays besides him, her smile never leaving her face. She props herself up with her elbow and adjusts the crown, her touch gentle as ever as if she was scared of hurting him by accident. She doesn't avoid his scared side — she had always made sure her caresses and kisses didn't lack in those parts of his body that Viggo sometimes loathed, instead giving them even more attention than usual. The serious businessman cracks a smile at her words and lets his head lean into her touch. "I'm afraid I don't have anything for you in return, my dear. Would a kiss suffice?" He asks, a small smirk forming on his face as he already knows the answer. She leans in and happily takes her reward.

"Hilda keeps slipping tiny notes and candid sketches of Viggo into their bag in the morning before they go to school/work, so they can find it during the day."

With a tired sigh, Viggo goes over the pile of documents on his desk. Again. And as he does so, he feels like somehow the pages have done nothing but multiply while he wasn't looking. Again. While he greatly enjoys coming up with schemes to best his enemies and learning new information about dragons to later on take advantage of, there is a side of his business he rather dislikes: paperwork. Being the leader of not only an army but also a tribe comes with days filled with nothing but paperwork: reports, contracts of clients, letters sent by his people... The list goes on and on, and so do those pages. Some require little to no focus from him — merely signing them do the work if he had previously approved whatever the contents of the document were. But others... Part of his clientele wasn't as easily to deceive as he'd liked, and as such they would come up with counter offers to deals he had masterfully crafted to ensure higher profits for his business without giving much in exchange (which of course meant bigger losses for the other side, but he had experience hiding that small detail in the contracts). So, Viggo found himself with no other choice but read long, poorly written legal documents that made him feel like he was dealing with morons. Rationally he knew he couldn't just dismiss them, but sometimes he wished he could make all those papers go away with the snap of his fingers. He let out yet another sigh as he turned the document, his eyes tired and dry. His tent was lit by a few candles that did their best to fight the darkness that had long set outside, but he still found himself straining his eyes at the end of each evening as the sun set and natural light failed to illuminate his desk. He rubbed his eyes softly and went back to the paper, when he noticed something. A small piece of paper, carefully stuck to the back of the document he was reading. He took it off without damaging the paper and observed it curiously. It wasn't long until his lips curved up in a smile and his eyes softened as he read the little note. "You are doing great!!! Remember to hydrate!!!! Love you!!!!". He was by now used to the healer's rather... Unique handwriting, and to the little notes she was so keen on hiding around for him to find when he needed them the most. With a gentle chuckle, he folded the paper and saved it in a pocket inside his tunic, close to his heart, before going back to the pile of documents — but now with a smile.

[miscellaneous--bones]

"So what did you do to end up on death row, anyway?" Sebastian's cackle died off. His tail shifted as he leans back against the sofa, raising his bottle against the florescent lights at the edge of the room.

Saoirse's own bottle was set beside her on the desk shed pulled over. Her legs swung idly as she watched a stray bubble float passed the window."I killed my husband with a pair a' fabric scissors."

Sebastian's ear wiggled as his focus switches to her, his brow furrowing. "Hah... sheesh, what'd the bastard do to deserve that? Ohhhhoho did he cheat on you or somthin'? Didn't take you for the jealous type," his surprise melted away to a laughter again. He went back to swirling his alcohol and his tail thumped at the other end of the circular room.

Saoirse's hand quietly fell to her thigh as she took a moment to will her good eye to leave darkness outside the window. Leaning back, she looked towards the lounging salesman. "... told you 'm not human, right?"

"You've mentioned it." Sebastian stilled as he met her gaze, noticing the way her mood shifted. Damn, he'd hit a sore spot.

"Dunno if urbanshade's files had anything on selkies," Saoirse was relieved to see recognition in his expression. "But he sold my coat. It was.. right after my son's death, somethin... punishment maybe? 'E didn't hold up his end of the deal n' I snapped."

It was a longer sentence then he might have ever heard out of her, and brought up more questions than answers. Saoirse had kids? Kids that died? "Deal?"

"'S a long story. He said if I could give him a son, he'd give back my coat. Guess I should've known he was lying after his 5th birthday." There was a sadness settling on her shoulders. Sebastian watched her gaze flutter across the carpet.

Saoirse seemed farther away than before while he contemplated. She'd already read sebastian's file, but it was strange to be on the learning end. It felt rude to pry, but worse to drop it.

"What was his name? Your son." He clarified. Saoirse's eyes finally lifted, "Jonah. He was 9."

Her hand came up to rub at the eye that wasn't scarred and droopy. Her claws caught her hair before she rested her chin on her palm. "His father's name was Joseph."

"So what he... stole your coat to force y'to have his kids?" Sebastian's lip twitched as he spoke. Douche was an understatement, and he would've killed him too.

The expendable reached over to take the neck of her bottle. She swallowed before she answered. Liquid courage, or something. "I thought I lost it, at first. He, comforted me on the beach, and took me home. Didn't learn till later he'd taken it and at that point we'd been married a few years."

"He wanted some fancy magic wifey to show off. I wanted to leave as soon as I found out, but he refused. Said if he got a son- something about his estate- then he'd set it up so we could get divorced. I'd get my coat if he got his kid." As she continued sebastian's face continued to tighten. His tail drew closer and his claws flexed.

"What a fucker. Good thing you killed him. Even if- y'know." Saoirse's mouth twitched upwards. It tickled her to see him so angry at a dead man he never knew, and it was cathartic to be validated by someone who'd been wronged the way sebastian had.

"Gets worse. My first kid was a girl, a selkie." There was a terrible smile across Saoirse's chin, and a glint in her eye. It was angry, in the worst way. "What was her name?" Sebastian questioned.

"Hilda." Her brow furrowed, and her smile faltered. "I named her Hilda."

"Selkies need to be in the ocean fer a while after we're born, to form the bond, and grow our fur and shit. To be healthy. Joseph would've had to give me my coat for her to make it, an I would've brought her back when she was old enough. But... he wanted a son. So..." she rubbed at her eye again, rougher this time. Saoirse pulled in a shuddering breath. Sebastian rose to the edge of his seat. his tail thumped again, closer.

"So he just let her DIE? his kid??" He shouted, louder than he meant to. Saoirse shrugged, taking another sip out of her bottle. "'Probably didn't want me to run off with her or some shit."

The two sat for a moment, allowing the shifting of the facility to fill the quiet. Saoirse breathed, and tried to regain her composure. Ugh, crying in front of the great sabatour, how embarrassing. Sebastian's thoughts raged. His claws picked at the sticker on his bottle as he slumped back on the couch.

"Y'didn't deserve that." Saoirse breathed again, once, twice.

"...you didn't either."

Their eyes met again. Somewhere, gunfire. Saoirse's leg began to sway again as Sebastian laughed. The room felt lighter again, and saoirse chuckled alongside him.

"MAN this place sucks!" The serpent cackled. The selkie hunched over, a hand over her chin as the two were left breathless. "Ugh.. outta all the stupid suckers down here, you seem to be the most tolerable.

Sebastian lifted himself from that creaky little couch and chugged the rest of his bottle. Grabbing the forgotten remnants of the stash they'd found, he called over his shoulder, "I'm not keen to share all these with anyone else, so let's see how good you are at navigating monsters under the influence."

"Hey if you weren't so big I could drink you under the table!" Saoirse pushed herself off the desk and trailed after him, grabbing her own drink on the way.

"Yeah, I'll show you big, short stack." "If I didn't know any better I'd think yer comin' onta' me, solace."

[omgkalyppso]

5 and 20 for the fanfic ask game? (any fic you want to pull from for 20, but maybe something with the ot4?)

Thank you for the ask! (:

5. What’s something you learned while researching a fic?

I didn't learn anything, because I don't remember, but I was recently on the wiki page for fastest birds by flight speed.

Let me think of something I did learn...

Oh! The spotted seal's "latin name" Phoca Largha contains no latin. Phoce is Greek for seal and Largha is the Tungus people's word for this kind of seal. They are one of the few "true seals" to be native to China.

20. Share your favorite kiss scene from [insert fic]. If there’s no kiss scene, share your favorite moment of intimacy (romantic or platonic)

Let me grab two kiss scenes from my post-canon Romantic Bedroom Antics fics to mirror each other / show off relationship growth (vs dynamic consistency, lol).

Suggestive stuff of Fae x Claude x Hilda x Lorenz below the cut.

Scene 1, Chapter 2

Hilda let out a stuttered squeaking breath. She could feel Claude closing in around her, his hand creeping onto her thigh, but Fae was holding her attention with their expression and a steady hand that curled into her hair behind her ear, pulling her into a passionate and disarming kiss.

Claude's hand had left her thigh, and gently nudged her chin around to face him afterwards, kissing Hilda more softly and sweetly than Fae had, his beard tickling her face. When he pulled back, Hilda looked to Lorenz, who averted his gaze for but a second, and moved as if to continue making tea. She smiled at his antics, or maybe her own, before looking back to Claude, who was stroking his thumb across her cheek.

"Your lips are so soft," he purred, causing Hilda to flush harder and pull away in an exaggerated way.

"Claude!" she scolded, a gesture discredited by Fae's hand rubbing up and down her side, slipping up to bump against her breast.

"Sorry," he laughed, winking again, "it's just been a while since I kissed someone other than Fae."

"Oh!" Hilda peeped, sharing a long distance glance with Lorenz.

"Oh?" Claude asked gently.

"Oh: Have you two kissed many people?" Hilda asked carefully.

"Not since becoming a professor," Fae answered, raising two fingers in salute.

Claude's smile had only grown more wicked, but he was starting to blush as he answered, "I ... tried my hand at kissing ," the word held a sort of finality to it as if to make plain, he didn't mean only kissing, "between my return to Almyra, and the birth of Omoya."

"But you were engaged?" Lorenz asked, advancing with the tea.

"I wasn't disloyal," Claude answered instantly, and saw that Lorenz and Fae shared a look that set his spouse to blushing, and decided it would be better to not be subtle. "Fae and I spoke at length in our letters about whether they wanted me to be a virgin for our wedding night." Lorenz was uncorking the other bottle of wine. "Instead," Claude continued, "I learned a lot about myself, and others."

Lorenz sat across from the three of them, drinking deep as, apparently satisfied with this answer, Hilda and Fae were rolling around on the divan together, just next to Claude. Fae lay back as Hilda crawled atop them, kissing deep and hot as their hands slid down her sides to squeeze her supple bottom. Before Claude could turn to do Goddess knows what, Lorenz asked, "Then, this is hardly special to you?"

Claude's expression was so ardent that Lorenz instantly felt guilty again, as he wondered whether he was only present to question and injure his friends.

"No," Claude answered, jolted by a kick from the other two. He smiled down at the tangle of legs, and took to unstrapping their shoes as he continued his conversation, "If anything, the conclusion should be that my past experiences were hardly special to me. I love you," the words struck Lorenz hard, even after his supposed declaration earlier, "and Fae, and Hilda, and this is ... a treat," Claude suggested.

It was absurd that this conversation was punctuated with Fae's hand making long loops away from the divan, plucking at the strings in Hilda's corset.

"But really," Claude emphasized, "you have to realize that things can be special in different ways and to different degrees, yes?"

"Oh, I like that," Fae moaned, Hilda sucking hard at the base of their neck, and Lorenz felt he was lost. He sipped his wine.

Scene 2, Chapter 10

“We just wanted to wish you a good night,” Fae said, as if in parting, wrapping their hands around Claude’s left arm.

“That's just what Lorenz was doing,” Hilda said with a smile, a lilt in her voice.

“How do you mean?” Fae asked at the same time that Lorenz groaned her name in amusement.

“Hilda.”

“Oh,” Fae said softly, as they and Claude twitched a little closer together as they made the connection.

“I…” Claude found himself feeling guiltier and he took a step forward, of a mind to lead Fae back out of the room, “hope I didn't ruin the night for you then. It was good to see you today.” At least, in that, he could be at ease. He had missed them and their family, and, hopefully, at least earlier he hadn’t done anything offensive or presumptuous. “Maybe later we can—”

But Lorenz had already been rolling his eyes, and pulled Claude into a kiss to silence him. “Relax.”

They kissed again, more slowly, with smiles upon their lips, and Fae slipped further into the room, sliding a hand across Hilda’s shoulders as they beckoned at a whisper, “Come here.”

Fae and Hilda sat kissing on the corner of the bed when Claude and Lorenz parted, a slight frown still on Lorenz’s brow.

“I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors?” Lorenz confirmed, and Claude grunted in annoyance, an affirmative answer.

“Is Hilda okay?”

Lorenz chuckled, pressing another kiss to Claude’s cheek, holding him close. “She’s fine. I mean, we were both insulted, a little, but we were more worried about you and Faedolyn… If your guards continue to talk and—”

“Assume.”

“Intuit,” Lorenz asserted. “Anything we build together will look like favoritism or frivolity, depending on its success, and … worse…” He watched as Fae and Hilda crawled upon the bed, more intimate than erotic, at least for the time being. “It might be true.”

Claude couldn’t help his amusement. “As if we agree on everything — on anything.” He leaned away from Lorenz. “You’re worried about corruption?”

“No more than we should be, I think. Not enough for that to be the reason I’d object,” Lorenz clarified, guiding Claude forward. They sat on the edge of the bed and lay back, Lorenz bumping into Fae so that they giggled, and Lorenz extended his right hand to link with Claude’s left as he turned his head to face him.

“I’m worried about you,” Lorenz confessed. “Omoya is still so young. If you and Fae should appear unreliable… There will be better moments — there have been better moments, than distantly observed in a guested room.”

“Are you still kicking us out?” Fae asked turning from Hilda to run a hand upon his hair.

“He wouldn’t dare,” Hilda taunted.

“You know I only take calculated risks,” Claude teased, and Lorenz took a moment to look at him. He and Fae had changed from the clothing they’d worn during the day. They weren’t in bedclothes, exactly, but the silks and soft materials Claude was layered in were almost as a robe, loose and handily bound, an outfit that he could easily shrug into or out of. He hadn’t visited on a whim, and the guards were probably well-chosen also, as well as the hour, and Lorenz’s worries instead started to spiral about having been so self-centered as to imagine his partners as careless, and that only he might be vigilant of the dangers.

“I know,” he promised Claude instead, rolling forward to curve his left hand into the part in his clothing, groping his chest.

Lorenz might’ve leaned in to kiss Claude then, if Fae hadn’t swung their legs over his face so that he and Claude were sharing a look of startled delight. Fae shuffled down to lay by Lorenz’s opposite side, wrapping an arm around him, while Hilda moved to lean forward, pressing a kiss to Lorenz’s forehead and Claude’s lips.

Claude curled his body sideways, more towards the bed, leaning up to Hilda’s mouth to kiss her more attentively, a soft hitch in his breath when Lorenz had let his hand slip from his body to clasp at one side of his robes, so that the motion pulled them half open, exposing half of his chest.

[viitlumi]

" this is truly a room worth admiring . " - zeke to hilda c: <

@worldhell The forest was shrouded in a dense veil of rain, each drop striking the canopy like a drumbeat, forming a symphony of nature's relentless fury. The wind howled through the trees, the branches swayed and creaked, their whispers drowned in the storm. Hilda Stjornhalm, the foremost huntress in her homeland of Isvann, stood in solidarity in the storm, her heart pounding beneath the rhythm of the rain. She was a figure of quiet determination, a shadow among the trees, now seeking shelter in a small, weathered hut with the notoriously infamous Zeke Yeager. The cabin was a stark contrast to the chaos outside – a fragile sanctuary amid the torrential downpour. Its wooden walls groaned under the weight of the rain, and the dim light filtering through the small, grimy window cast eerie shadows across the room. Hilda sat opposite Zeke, her bow resting across her lap, the arrow fitted with a specialized tip akin to the thunder spears but fashioned for precision rather than destruction. Her eyes, sharp and vigilant, never left Zeke, tracking his every move with the precision of a shrewd observer. Captain Levi's words echoed in her mind: "Do not show him any pity. Do not fall for his snide words." Hilda had adhered to these instructions with unwavering determination. Not a single word had passed her lips since they took refuge in the cabin. She vehemently maintained her tongue, be it due to her tension and her angst-induced speechlessness, something she didn't want Zeke to recognize in the slightest, or be it her own version of a strategy of maintaining silence. Nothing could potentially screw it up if she never uttered a single phrase to him. Besides, she proved, anyone would detest being curtailed in activities and conversations; that discomforting tickle in someone's brain that would send them out of their mind. Hilda maintained a stoic facade, her face an impenetrable mask. Yet, beneath this exterior, she felt the tendrils of nervousness coil around her heart, her mind alert to every subtle shift in Zeke's demeanor.

The sound of raindrops against the window was a persistent remembrance of their isolation, each drop a metronome ticking away the seconds in this tension-filled vigil. Zeke, perceptive as ever, noticed her unwavering stare, probably the tension in her posture as well. His attempts to engage her had been met with silence, a wall he seemed eager to breach.

"This is truly a room worth admiring," Zeke's voice cut through the steady drumming of the rain, laced with a sardonic edge. The fair-haired woman met his eyes, though calm, they were inquisitive to her, as if they were seeking a crack in her armor. The bored tone in his voice was unmistakable; he was clearly tired of the stillness, the inactivity grating on his nerves.

Hilda’s grip tightened on her bow, her fingers brushing against the cool wood. She continued to focus, her gaze shifting momentarily to the surrounding room. The cabin was sparse, with only a small table and two chairs, a few scattered papers, and a dim lantern that cast long, flickering shadows. It was a setting stripped of any comfort, mirroring the bleakness of their encounter.

The rain outside grew fiercer, pounding against the roof with an almost desperate ferocity, as if the storm itself sought to intrude upon their fragile peace. Hilda's eyes returned to Zeke, her silence a fortress she refused to lower. She knew he could sense her nervousness, the unease that lay beneath her composed exterior. But the huntress also knew that, in this perilous field of patience and wits, she could not afford to fall short.

Yet, Hilda's gaze didn't waver. She let the monotony take hold, each second a testament to her resolve. In this storm-battered cabin, amidst the relentless rain and the palpable tension, the young woman remained a silent sentinel, ever vigilant, ever prepared for what lay ahead.