#honesty week ; answered !

[tklsh-love]

For tickle honestly hour

Do you prefer belly or feet tickles the most and your fav/worst spot?

I’d say overall, I’m just more of an upper body person in general. Not to say I don’t enjoy feet, I just don’t have as much experience with feet tickles by comparison. So every time I get tickled there it’s like re-learning “oh fuck wait this is bad” haha.

I enjoy tummy and armpit tickles a lot, and side squeezes too! (RIBS EXCLUDED, JUST SIDES KTHNX)

ask me anything for tickle honesty hour

[quibbs126]

Okay the Earthspark megop Terran kid has wormed his way back into my brain once more, at least today. He may be gone yet again by tomorrow

Not much has changed other than I really don’t know what to make his alt mode, and I still don’t have a name for him

Could someone help me on this maybe please? I don’t really know who to ask outside of tumblr itself

Well I mean, I guess my real life friend, but I don’t know when I’ll be meeting her next, so the question still stands

But I do have at least a couple more details in my brain for him now. Like for example, I’m like 99% sure he’s gonna stay a boy

One, I think I’ve solidified that he’s at least slightly bigger than Megatron and Optimus, if not a little more than that (I know the Terrans are supposed to be smaller than the Cybertronians, but let me have this. Say it’s because either the fact that both of them touched it or because they’re big and have things like the Matrix it makes the Terran bigger than usual. Or because they’re huge Cybertronians)

So with that in mind, I imagine he needs a pretty big alt mode. Granted, I don’t know how big, since this series doesn’t entirely adhere to robot sizes matching the vehicle mode. Like Megatron’s a big aircraft while Optimus is a semi truck, which is also big for a car but I don’t think is nearly the same size, and yet the two are relatively the same height in robot form. But regardless, a big alt mode would probably be best

Also I do want it to be a vehicle (in part bc I don’t know what to do otherwise though)

Another thing, more specific, is I’m imagining him with big gauntlets on his arms, sort of like Vi from League of Legends (she was kind of the inspiration for this idea). They’re part of his body, not removable armor, though he might be able to detach them like rocket arms in a fight. He can probably also shoot lasers out of them too. So his arms should probably be something significant in his alt mode, or his alt mode gives him a reason why his arms would be like that in some way

Actually, I think that’s all the new details I have, at least in so much that they help this quest for an alt mode for this character

I guess I could give personality things as well? But I don’t have much fleshed out, in part because I feel like I keep ending up recreating Jawbreaker or someone too similar. Best I have so far is that he’s energetic and optimistic, but he also does not know his own strength, and he is very powerful, so he ends up doing damage when he doesn’t mean to. It’s something Megatron and Optimus are trying to work with him on. Though this all might still change anyways because I still don’t know if it works. It still might be too similar to another character

Edit: oh wait, other small things because they might be useful too. So I’m keeping this idea he has an odd fixiation with the earth/underground. Mostly because something in my head finds this “he yearns for the mines” concept to be funny and it will not let it go. Anyways, so he likes punching rocks and cliffs and such, maybe because they’re things that don’t instantly crumble under his punch. He may end up creating intricate tunnel systems because he likes punching the earth. And/or he’s got a slight weird sixth sense for things underground and the places he punches might end up leading to somewhere useful. But maybe not always, sometimes it is just punching a random cliff side. I don’t know, it’s a bit odd and random, but I do want to keep in some way this underground/earth related element to his character. Though maybe that’s too limiting in his design choices

I still need to find a name too. I should probably try to at least make that myself. But like another thing with the Terrans is that their names seem to be more Earth things (though that’s not entirely untrue of Cybertronians either), and I don’t know what to do with that angle. I keep making more robot sounding ones, or ones I’m pretty sure another character already has

[thunderstomm]

Dear Coop: Now that you've won the Hot Wheels 500, what's next?

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“I’ll be taking a short break from public appearances later this month, but don’t fret! After that period I’ll be attending a few up and coming events and will be announcing new partnerships with sponsors in the lead up to next year’s Hot Wheels 500! I can’t wait to share with everyone what we have coming, but for now, you’ll have to wait and see!”

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[axewchao]

Bro, we need more Dalex and Darkrai moments, like, YESTERDAY

In which the runaway god receives his very first gift.

~~~

"Kurai! I'm back!"

The excited voice and hurried footsteps made Darkrai turn his head away from the clouds he'd been watching for the last few hours. The little human, who called himself Dalex, was running up to him with an unusual glint in his eyes. A strange rattling could be heard, though the god couldn't tell how the boy was making such a sound.

Sitting up with a stretch, Darkrai acknowledged Dalex with a nod and leaned back against their 'special' tree. "So you are. How was 'camp' today, little human?"

"It was good! We learned about bug Pokémon today! The other kids were too scared to hold this really big Wurmple, but I wasn't!" Dalex puffed out his chest in pride, making his eldritch companion chuckle.

"Very brave of you, little human. Bugs are a common fear amongst mortals, from what I have gathered. Though, such a fear is not without reason."

"'Cause, uh..." Dalex kicked his foot as he tried to remember the camp counselor's words, "'Cause Wurmple knows Poison Sting, right?"

"That's one reason, yes."

Dalex hummed, then shrugged, "But that Wurmple wasn't scary! She was really nice! She let me pet her and walk around with her and even sat on my head for a while!" The boy giggled to himself and bounced in place, the rattling sound hitting Darkrai's ears once more.

Now the god's curiosity was piqued. "What was that?"

The boy stopped, the noise stopping along with him. He titlted his head, "Huh?"

"That sound. Were you collecting river rocks again, little human?" Mortals and their urge to collect shiny things... Darkrai doubted he would ever understand the appeal.

Dalex gasped, eyes widening. "Oh, right! I almost forgot!" The boy suddenly grinned, reaching into his pocket. "I have a surprise for you!"

Darkrai raised a brow. "A... surprise? What do you mean, little human?"

"I made you something! Hold out your hand!"

Darkrai blinked, unsure if he should humor the boy or not. Whatever it was, it rattled, was made by the child, and was most likely small enough to fit in his claws. He tried to create a mental list of what the 'surprise' could be, but said list was left empty.

...Well, if the little human made it, then surely it was harmless, right?

"...Alright, little human. Let's see this 'surprise.'" He held out a claw, which Dalex steadied with his free hand.

"Oh, and close your eyes real quick!"

What. "What."

"Please?" Dalex's eyes were pleading, with a small hint of nervousness. Was he afraid that Darkrai wouldn't like this 'surprise'...?

"...Alright." Darkrai sighed, closing his eyes.

He could hear the rattling once more, and felt a number of small, round objects wrap around his fingers. The things were pushed down to his wrist, briefly tugged upward as if testing for something, then let go.

What was...?

"Okay, open 'em!"

Beads.

A set of shiny, purple beads, strung together into a bracelet. The beads reminded him of gems, but the lack of any detectable essence made it clear to the god that they either lost their power long ago or, more likely, were fakes. 

Regardless of the answer, seeing them filled Darkrai's chest with... something. He wasn't sure what it was. He was so stunned by the feeling, he couldn't look away from them if he tried.

"You... You made this for me, little human...?"

Dalex nodded, "Uh-huh! The grownups taught us how to make 'em!"

"I see... And what purpose do these beads serve?"

The boy giggled, "It's a friendship bracelet, Kurai! I wanted to make you one 'cause you're my friend! I got the prettiest beads I could!"

Friend. The word left the god speechless.

It was an absurd thought, really. The child had no idea what Darkrai was truly capable of, the terror he could and would always wreak on mortals at their most vulnerable, whether he wanted to or not. It was this fact that made Darkrai insist that Dalex never take a nap in his presence, lest the innocent child suffer.

By every stretch of the imagination, Dalex shouldn't have taken such a liking to the god, let alone offer him a gift.

And yet... he did anyway.

Darkrai recalled the Wurmple Dalex mentioned a few minutes ago. Unlike with Darkrai, the boy knew that the bug could've poisoned him at any moment, yet was still the only one amongst the children willing to reach out to the creature. He found the experience enjoyable, even, which was saying something given that humans his age were often terrified of such things. They were often terrified of a lot of things.

If... If he knew what Darkrai truly was... would he still...?

"D'ya like it, Kurai?"

Kurai nearly jumped, but managed to gather himself at the last minute. He looked up from the bracelet to Dalex, hoping his lack of a mouth didn't keep the boy from seeing his smile.

"It's... lovely, little human. Thank you."

~~~

Key Item — Friendship Bracelet A bracelet made of shiny purple beads, symbolizing the friendship between you and your little human. It's the first gift you've ever received, and you vow to take care of it.

...Okay, I confess, from the moment I decided that Dal would mistakenly call Darkrai "Kurai," I knew, I knew that eventually I'd start calling the damn guy "Lord Kurai." Kinda like how the Nobles in Legends are called "Lord" or "Lady," basically.

Don't be surprised if I start doing that the next time we see him =w=

[positivelyapunovexponent-good]

I am visiting extended family and experiencing a spectrum of shrimp emotions both positive and negative. Positive because I love them and love spending time with them. Negative for reasons I feel so self conscious about I can’t bring myself to explain them outside of the tags even in my anonymous personal blog. I can’t sleep even though I’m exhausted. every night I’m pacing from anxiety as I try to figure out which parts of me to be honest about and which to conceal for the sake of not? Deeply hurting the people I care about? Even though I haven’t done anything wrong so if they are hurt that’s not on me.

[neverendingford]

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[zerofcksgvn]

FMK- mertle, barrett, mavis?

HONESTY WEEK

"Oh boy that's a rough one... umm I guess 'fuck' Mertle. But that's kind of a derogtary term-- can I just change it to 'sleep with'? I would marry Mavis, of course. It seems like a lot of fun. I guess then I have to kill Barrett. Maybe I could kill him with kindess aha!"

@volcanicmertle @barreloflaughs @mavisolas

[samhainmade]

fmk vitani luis zelda

"Fuck Vitani. Easiest decision of my life. Marry Zelda, I think we'd have a cute little cottage somewhere and lure men to thier death. Kill Luis for all the times he forgets to text back. Fucking dickhead."

@lioncssv @ncttheprincess @faiirytalcs

[southernisled]

i bet Niels would be a better father

"Fuck you."

[77studies]

what's college life like?

canvas notifications and 10k+ steps a day

[brambleandblood]

would you bring back thicket if it meant losing tristan?

Bramble Rose's head tilted far to one side, her brows furrowing. "This is a bit of a silly question, isn't it?" The corners of her lips turned up, an almost humorless laugh pushing up her throat. "They are one and the same, Stranger. Don't you get it? Thicket is Tristan is Tristan is Thicket. There is no such thing as losing here. Do you mean 'would I put Thicket back in his regular body if it meant losing the Giant one'? Of course I would. Then I could hold him again. Kiss him properly. I could talk back to him far more easily. It's so frustrating that he only hears bells at present... That's the problem with him being Giant, being human. But that's okay. He still loves me. I know he does." She's talking and talking and talking, a dreamy look behind her eyes as her gaze moves far off somewhere. That's right, sunlight, Thicket's voice insists. I love you like the sun rises, and I love you like moonfall. Never forget that; I am always your star.

"That's still a little... Hiccup I am trying to manage," she muses. "Do I move him back through magic, or does his Giant body need to be fully … disposed of? Such an irksome little tangle..."

[idiotscientist]

would you consider yourself a dad?

HONESTY WEEK

"I think actually yes. I understand I cannot replace who Nani & Lilo lost but they have taught me what it means to be Ohana." he began, recalling the holiday memories and adventure's they have all had together. "Of course there is also Stitch. I do not think he respects me very much as an authoritative figure, but I have come to care for him like a son. And if I am to be his dad you would say i am better looking? Yes? --HA!"

[charliehearted]

If it comes down to it: would you choose Hook or Pan?

Charlie frowned, the feeling comfortable on his lips but never more welcome than it had been before. "I suppose..." He bit his lip, working it as his mind worked the words over. "I suppose I'd pick whomever I loved the best."

[exiled-eyes]

If you could leave Neverland forever — but ONLY you — would you?

"No."

The words escaped without a thought, there was no need to ponder the question. It would never be an option, no matter what they were offered from the seas, there was nothing that could tear Cecco from the crew they have come to call their family.

"I have already lost one family, and I could not save anyone. I refuse to abandon what I have here for some life where I am more likely o hang, than to walk freely on the streets. Much as I hate it here, there are good people trapped on this land. I shall not leave them."

[heartlcssboy]

Are you really all that different from Jamie? Him loving that Sally girl, and you coming to love Wendy?

Peter's eyebrows knitted together in confusion and it wasn't due to the word choice of 'love' as some might have assumed. Peter had no qualms about proclaiming his love for anything or anyone. Now identifying the different types of love for what they were was another matter entirely and one that he couldn't understand peoples' need to pin down and define.

But he couldn't see what Jamie's betrayal had to do with Wendy and him...The two dynamics weren't comparable at all and even if they had been, what did that matter?

"We were completely different! I gave everything for Jamie and all he did was take and take until he decided to leave. Sal and Wendy have nothing to do with any of it. And Sal could have been any girl. She wasn't special. He just wanted an excuse."

[itsoutrageouss]

pt. 1

more on the dynamic after Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley saw you cry for the first time…

Things were in fact different from now on. Not in an obvious way but you both noticed it. You had been embarrassed the next day, scared he saw you as weak for crying in his arms like that.

And now his eyes softened a little more every time he looked at you. He remembered how precious and frail you had felt in his hold. He longed for it in a way that made him practice his punching until late in the night, grunting and groaning as the dummy got the best of his strength. His knuckles were bruised, a manifestation of the foreign feelings he tried to let out in the only way he knew- violence.

You were up, snuggly sitting with a mug of tea when Simon comes in, doors swinging open. It was late. Late enough for the owls to hoot and the moon to be at its highest.

He was panting, sweat glistening on the strained muscles of his arms. He stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted you in the corner of the recreational area. You blinked at him, studying his demeanour with intrigue.

It made him shy. He got fucking shy from the way you stared so shamelessly and intensely. He hadn’t noticed it before. The way your eyes lingered on his arms. Maybe it was new thing, or maybe he hadn’t taken the time you really look before now.

“You’re up late.” You whispered, voice small in the silence. His chest heaved as he stretched his fingers, rolled his neck.

“So are you.” He countered. There was a question in both of your statements but none of you decided to answer. Maybe you were awake for the same reasons, he thought. The mere thought was enough for his legs to move towards you, the couch dipping and creaking as it took his weight. You lodt your balance where you sat with your knees tucked to your chest as the seat tilted under you, making you thud into his side, shoulder to shoulder. He snickered under his breath, grabbing you like you were a porcelain doll to help you sit upright. Your mouth dried.

“Do you think I’m weak?” You asked him then, the words bubbling your throat before you could stop them. They had simmered for a whole week now, just under your skin. He frowned, brows set deep on his face as he looked you over.

“Quite the opposite” came his gruff reply like it was obvious. It took him a second to realise what you were referring to. Seeing you cry had made him think so much more of you than before. He saw the insecurity flash in your eyes before you looked away and he tucked a finger under your chin, slowly pulling your gaze back to his.

“Haven’t stopped thinking about it, in fact” he said, confessed it like secret into the night. He tried to keep his voice steady. At least steadier than his heart. Was he sick? Was it weird for him to be so obsessed with that one moment of you… crying?

You exhaled sharply, like his words had squeezed your lungs. Gaze narrowed, head tilted, you tried to figure him out. There was nothing but honesty and a little wariness in his eyes. Had he said too much?

“Me neither.” You replied slowly. It was enough. Enough to know. A cold blow of relief washed over him, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He only now realised he still had a finger under your chin, thumb stroking along your jaw absentmindedly. He withdrew his hand, regretfully.

If he was sick, then so were you.

“You’re hurt” you whispered, staring down at his knuckles. They were bleeding. Your eyes snapped to his, slightly wider than before as his jaw ticked, gaze otherwise unreadable. Was it because of you? The thought made your stomach twist in.. several ways.

“It’s fine.” He insisted, brushing it off and hiding his hands in his pockets. But you were already up, disappearing somewhere. He sighed, leaning his head back against the couch and closing his eyes. This wasn’t calming down his breathing one bit.

Warm fingers gently pulled on his wrist, and you felt how heavy his hand was as you pulled it into you lap, sitting cross legged next to him. He had to focus hard to remain indifferent when his hand rested high on you’re plush thigh. His fingers flexed slightly around it, gripping it with a bit more purpose than necessary. It made you struggle to open the sanitising wipes.

He hissed as you cleaned the wounds, but the care you put into it had his heart stuttering. You looked down at his knuckles, immersed in being meticulous as you wiped the valleys of his knuckles clean. He wasn’t looking down, though. He was looking at you.

“Take this as a thank you” you said just to break the silence before you slowly lifted one hand, almost like you were holding. Fuck it made it easy for him to imagine that you actually were.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’d do it again.” I want to do it again, he should’ve said. He wanted to hold you, and be the one you curled into when you needed it. Needed him.

Carefully you wrapped his knuckles. Your hand lingered around his afterwards. It looked like you were considering something. Slowly you led his hand higher until you lowered your chin and left a barely there kiss on the white bandage. He swore he died. Such a simple gesture and he felt like a madman.

You wrapped the other one. Did the same. He felt paralysed. It seemed you had understood him quite well.

“You can.” You said then, after placing both his hands down onto his own lap, now bandaged and cleaned.

“Can what?” He asked, voice hoarse and weaker than he would’ve liked as he curled his fingers. He swore it was tingling where your lips had touched.

“Hold me. Skin to skin contact can be calming. Mutually beneficial…” you said to try and reason the action, which there was no point in because the minute you had started your sentence he had wrapped his arm around you and tucked you closely into his side, using his other hand to swing your legs over his lap. Your mumbling became nothing as you nuzzled into him. He was scorching hot and you nuzzled into it, shivering.

He had never felt this good in his life. You seemed to fit perfectly into his side, your legs anchoring him down and your head resting over his rapidly beating heart- which was vulnerable as hell to him. But he allowed it when he heard you hum in satisfaction and saw your lashes flutter, eyes closing.

Just mutually beneficial cuddling, right?

pt. 3 pt.4